Kirsten Comes Back

And then, just as she was about to say something else, she heard it. The sound of Kirsten's car pulling into the driveway. Her eyes widened with panic. "Oh shit," she whispered, sitting up quickly.

Matt grabbed his clothes, his movements frantic. "I'll go," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. He didn't want to leave, but they couldn't risk getting caught.

Jesse nodded, her heart racing. She watched him slip into his jeans and shirt, his cock still semi-hard. He was beautiful, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret that their time together had to be so secretive.

As the sound of Kirsten's keys jingled in the lock, she launched herself under the covers, her body a blur of movement. She managed to light the candle on the nightstand, the flickering flame casting dancing shadows across the room. Then, she arranged herself into a picture of innocence, her breaths slow and even, pretending to be asleep.

Matt slipped out of the room, his heart racing. He had to get to his own room without being caught. He knew that if Kirsten found out, it would be a disaster. He made it to his door just in time, closing it quietly behind him.

Leaning against the wood, he took a deep breath. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had wanted to fuck Jesse, to claim her fully, but she had passed out. He felt a twinge of regret that they hadn't gone all the way, but it was replaced by a warm feeling in his chest. He had made her cum so hard she had lost consciousness. That was a first.

He listened as Kirsten's footsteps grew louder, her voice calling out for him. "Matt! Did you find my phone charger?"

"Yeah, it's in the living room," he called out, his voice casual, belying the tumultuous emotions and sensations he had just shared with Jesse. He took a deep breath, willing his body to calm down.

He retreated into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. His cock was still rock-hard, and he couldn't resist the urge to stroke it while standing. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through the pictures of Jesse that he had secretly taken. His eyes landed on one of her in a black bikini, her curves on full display.

The door creaked open, and Kirsten stepped in.

Matt stood there, frozen, his erect cock sticking out like a flag pole, unable to hide it or move away. He had hoped that his voice would have been enough to convince her that he was busy with something else, but here she was, standing in the doorway with a curious expression on her face.

Kirsten's gaze dropped to his hand, and she raised an eyebrow when she saw what he was doing.

"What's going on?" she asked, a hint of suspicion in her voice.

Matt made a casual shrug, not bothering to hide his erection. "Just looking at some pics of Jesse," he said, his voice even.

Kirsten's eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of her friend's image on his phone and the obvious arousal in his hand. She took a step closer, her eyes lingering on his big cock.

"Why do you have pictures of Jesse on your phone?" she asked, her voice tight with accusation.

Matt's heart raced, his hand still wrapped around his erect cock. He had to think fast. "What do you mean?" he asked, playing dumb. "You know she's hot."

Kirsten's eyes narrowed further. "Those aren't just any pictures," she said, her voice low. "Those are pictures of her in a bikini at the pool last summer."

Matt tried to laugh it off. "Busted," he said. "I couldn't resist. She's got a smokin' body."

Kirsten's eyes narrowed even further, and she took another step closer to him. "And what's with the big cock?" she asked, her voice cold.

Matt felt his face heat up. He had hoped that she wouldn't notice, but now there was no hiding it. "It's just... I'm a guy," he said lamely.

"A big guy," Kirsten said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She took another step closer, her eyes locked on his cock. "How big is it?"

Matt swallowed hard. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. "It's not that big," he lied, hoping she would drop it.

But Kirsten wasn't buying it. She stepped closer, reaching out to touch him. "Let me see," she said, her hand hovering just above his erection.

Matt's breath hitched, torn between his fear of being caught and the sudden, surprising arousal her touch brought.

But Kirsten's curiosity was piqued. She had always wondered about her step-brother's size, especially after overhearing some of her friends' whispers. She grabbed his cock, her hand barely wrapping around the girth of it. "Holy shit," she whispered, her eyes going wide.