Page 8 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

Without another thought, I climb up the metal stairs that lead to his room. The door is ajar, and I don’t think twice about pushing it open.

Then I see her.

I freeze, jaw slack, mouth agape, my heart stopping as I take in the scene in front of me.

The purely erotic scene in front of me.

My eyes dance down the naked form in front of me, drinking in the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen. More than enough to fit in my hand, begging to be squeezed, with dusty-pink nipples that are calling my name, my tongue already aching to tease them. Head thrown back in passion, clearly lost in her own pleasure, a soft whimper escapes, the teal vibrator between her legs moving just enough to show off a bare, glistening pussy. One that makes my mouth water.

My dick stiffens in an instant, my whole body wanting nothing more than to join her. To make her make those noises again. To turn those soft whimpers and moans into all-out screams. Preferably with my name attached.

I’m so turned on it isn’t funny.

So turned on I could jackhammer concrete with my dick.

But just as quickly as I’m overcome with lust, does the realization of what I’m looking at hit me.

Of who I’m looking at.

Brenna.

“Oh fuck!”

The words are out of me faster than I can think. Before I can stop myself and only say them internally. They’re also a lot louder than I intended.

“Ahhhh!”

Brenna shrieks, her whole body jerking as she sits up, sending the vibrator flying. It hits the ground with a thud, the soft buzzing the only thing filling the air. She and I both scramble—her to cover up and me to get the fuck out of the room as fast as I can.

“Milo…I…”

“Oh my God, Brenna, I’m sorry, I…”

I move backward, awkwardly trying not to look at her, while covering my erection like a thirteen-year-old boy walking the halls of junior high. It's a weird shuffle, my feet like cement blocks that won’t lift and can only move an inch at a time.

“I didn’t think you were home, I⁠—”

I start to respond, to cut her off and explain…something. I don’t even know what. Because there’s no explanation for this. No way to make it right that I just walked in on my best friend’s baby sister getting herself off.

And I liked it.

Really, really liked it.

As in, this will fuel my own self-love moments.

No, no, no. This is Brenna…

“I should have knocked. I’m sorry, I…I have to go.”

I twist, trying to make a break for the door. I need to get out of here. Need to put space between me and a very gorgeous—and very naked—Brenna Rawlins. Who, despite how sexy she looked in that moment, is still a sister. A baby sister at that.

I also need to give my dick some relief. Thinking of anything other than her.

Good luck, dude…

Taking a step, my foot gets caught in something, making me stumble. I flail my arms, trying to keep my balance, but it’s no luck, and ass over teakettle I go.

“Milo!”