Adam

Adam was always so well put together. He was definitely the kind of guy you’d call cute or adorable instead of handsome. Even in his mid 20s he had a babyface with no hint of stubble. And very kissable lips. He’d never said anything to make me think he wasn’t straight. But that hardly mattered here.

I reached over and placed a hand on his chest. I ran my fingertips over the soft fabric while searching for the slight curve of his pecks. I enjoyed the firmness I found there and the tiny, rigid nub of one of his nipples. I gave it a light pinch and he shivered.

“Hey that...” his breath caught, “that tickles.... no fair.”

“I just want to see if you can play amidst distraction,” I teased him. Jenny giggled at his predicament. “What? Scared of losing?”

Adam’s eyes never left the tv.

“Do your worst.”

Giving in to my desires I leaned over to him. My right hand moved down to his hip while my left arm stretched across the back of the couch. I brought my lips to his neck and hovered there for a moment. I breathed in his warm, earthy scent. Even though his frame was slight he was undeniably masculine. I felt myself getting harder, my dick now resting on his denim clad thigh.

Then I exhaled slowly, my breath on his skin making the little hairs rise.

To his credit, he did not flinch. Not until my hand found the bulge in his jeans, that is.

His fingers stopped moving on the controller for a moment and his eyes went wide. Jenny, oblivious to my sexual advances on her brother, encouraged me to continue as she wailed on him in the game.

“Thanks, Mikey. If you keep that up he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Not to worry, I can keep it up,” I said while pressing my stiff erection into Adam. I licked at his earlobe and added in a whisper, “I can keep it up for as long as you can.”

By this point Adam had started to play again. But he was showing the signs of distraction: Heavy breathing, nervous swallowing, biting his own lip. I opened his fly and slipped my hand under the waistband of his briefs. Now I was holding his growing cock, touching the bare skin and feeling the hard, hot length of it. I started to stroke him and soon he was fully erect.

He kept on playing while I jacked him off right next to his sister. Neither of them was willing to let anything get in the way of finishing this game. Their last fight was underway and his performance would determine either his victory or defeat. But I had my mind on another kind of performance. My pace increased along with my desire.