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I linger a second. God it smells good in his room. It looks like how you’d expect—understated, sophisticated, clean. Both sensually and smartly masculine. I bethehas amazing sex. I don’t think of Lance that way—sure he’s hot, rich, sweet. But like I said, he’s like family. We’re friends.
I peer over my shoulder at the still-shut front door. I look into Lance’s room again. The urge to step inside overtakes me.
What am I even looking for? The secret to great orgasms? Everything looks so important in here. He has a separate study but there’s work stuff in here, too.Or is it really work?
Being ever careful, I move some things around on his desk, being way too curious. That’s when I accidentally bump the mouse and the gargantuan monitor blinks awake. I don’t understand half the stuff I see on the screen. None of the icons look like internet or Outlook or Word, you know, the usual. Oh, there’s a calculator. The snip-it tool.
And just before I’m about to put the thing back to sleep and walk away, I see an icon on his desktop that looks like a video. And it’s title is a word I’m not sure I could ever say out loud.
Of course, I open it. My eyes bulge wide.
It's nothing like I would expect.
Chapter Two
Lance
It’s been a long-ass day and I’m dog-tired. I sniff the air as I walk in. Did Romi have a guy in here? Not that I’d mind. Heck, the image of her twisted up naked with some guy isn’t a bad one. My dick twinges in my pants. She’s cute as a button but I try not to think of her that way. She’s Dylan’s little sister. And yeah, she’s all grown up and beautiful now, and I’d do anything for her like she were my own sister. And I may be a sexually depraved motherfucker, as my ex would describe me, but I draw a hard linewaybefore fucking my sister.
I stride through the foyer and toward my bedroom. The soft moaning that greets my ears is a damn surprise. I peek in to find Romi, strumming her pussy while she watches porn.Myporn. Onmycomputer.
The two dudes going to town on the gorgeous young woman evidently turn her on. Her glistening, tight-looking pussy is taking a good little finger-fucking. Christ. I don’t want to stop her—for her own sake and mine. Standing in the doorway like a goddamn voyeur, which is not really my kink, it’s taking every shred of willpower I have not to walk in deeper and join her. I should at least fucking look away.
At least.
Instead I watch Romi come hard against her hand. I can tell she is trying so hard to hold back her moans until I see she’s climbed all the way to the very, tippy top of that crest, and her long, breathless moan shatters out. Fuck.Fuck. My dick is long and hard now, practically punching a through my pants to get to her.
I wait in silence as she catches her breath. Eyes closed, her fingertips continue to pet softly, gently up and down her pink folds and the prettiest little dripping seam I’ve ever seen in my life as she rides the last of the waves of pleasure all the way to the shore.
With a slow breath in, she opens her eyes. They come over to mine. She shoots up into a seated position, slamming her thighs together and dropping her long, ratty t-shirt over her mons.
“Oh my god, when did you get home?!”
“Few minutes ago.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean my shoulder against the doorframe. I toss her a slow grin.
“Did you…watch me?”
“I did.”
“Lance!” She looks around for a beat, then launches a pillow at my head. I let it hit me and drop to the floor. “That’s an invasion of privacy!”
I poke my head into the room a fraction more, looking around, then looking right at her. “You’re in my room, honey.”
“So… So! Ugh. Oh. My. God,” she punctuates. She doesn’t move to get up yet. I don’t walk in yet. She opens her hands up like a book and lets her face fall into them and I can’t help but bet her fingers still smile like her pussy.
“Sorry,” I murmur. “You looked hot.”
She snorts out a giggle into her hands. “Whoa, that’s…honest.”
“There’s no point in lying. Ever.”
“You’ve told me that before.”
“I’m sure I have.” I chuckle.
She removes her hands, putting them on either side of her arms like a loose brace she holds herself in. There’s a look on her face like she wants to say something else to me, like there’s a question burning her up inside. I just patiently wait. “I should go clean up,” Romi says instead.
I wish she wouldn’t. It smells goddamn delectable in here, my bedroom colored in her heady scent of arousal. I can taste it. Most of our taste is actually the sense of smell. That’s also why when you lose your sense of smell, like due to Covid, you can’t taste shit. It’s also all the reason why Romishouldgo and clean up. Before I spread her tan legs and dive right for that juicy cunt I just watched pulse with pleasure and drench her to the fucking wrist.
