An excellent question, Samuel

"You know what I think? I think you liked what you saw."

"No!" He blurted.

"You've probably looked at porn on your phone, or on the family computer. Do you have a computer at home?"

"Yeah," Nancy supplied, eager to contribute something to the proceedings. "He loves that thing."

"I thought as much," Samuel stated, nodding sagely. Figuring out that a teenager liked computer games wasn't exactly a grand feat, but it helped establish his authority. "And so when you saw the two of us, it was probably just like watching a porn video, right? Except it was really happening, right in front of you. And you liked it."

"I didn't mean to, I was just—"

"I know, I know," Samuel said sympathetically. He gently placing his hand on Wesley's arm again, even going so far as to caress the soft skin with his thumb. "It's OK, we're almost finished. I just have one more question for you, and I need you to be 100% honest with me, alright?"

"A-alright."

Samuel had gotten Wesley this far. He'd gotten him to admit what he'd done and seen. It had taken a considerable amount of prodding and encouragement, and Samuel thought he'd gained a certain amount of trust and authority in the process. But would it be enough? He took a deep breath. Only one way to find out.

"When your sister was sucking my cock," he began, intentionally coarse, "who were you watching?"

Wesley looked up, frowning uncomprehendingly.

"Come on now, you know what I'm talking about. We were both half-naked, right? I know you couldn't have missed that, big as your eyes were. So who were you watching more, your sister... or me?"

"I—"

"You see," Samuel continued, interrupting what was undoubtedly another stubborn denial. "I think you weren't looking at her. I think you were looking at me."

"N-no!"

"When we caught you spying, I saw where your gaze lingered. Nancy didn't have her shirt on, you could've look at her chest. I would've! But you didn't. You were looking at my cock, weren't you?"

"B-but she's my sister!"

"That wouldn't have stopped me when I was your age. No healthy teenage boy would look away from a pair of titties, even if they did belong to his own sister... Unless if, maybe, perhaps, his interests lay in a different direction."

This was not totally a shot in the dark. When they'd caught the boy spying, his gaze had been fixed on Samuel's body rather than his sister's—on his cock to be precise. And throughout this conversation—though perhaps interrogation was the better word—Samuel had studied Wesley closely. He'd stiffened the first time Samuel had touched his arm, sure, but the other times, his reaction had been limited to a shiver and a reddening of the cheeks... of the kind an inexperienced teenager might get if he had a crush. And his eyes kept flicking—if only briefly—to Samuel bare chest. And finally then there was the way he'd blushed when Samuel had called him "good boy".

Admittedly, even all taken together, it was hardly conclusive evidence... but he had a strong hunch he was right.

But Wesley was still shaking his head, desperately almost.

It was at this point Nancy came to the rescue.

"It's true, isn't it?"

"N-Nancy?"

"I remember the way you always stared at Richard when he came over!"

"Richard?" Samuel asked.

"My ex-boyfriend."

"So this isn't even the first time?" Samuel asked.

"He does it all the time!"

"I don't!" Wesley cried out. "Th-that's not true!"

Samuel decided to dial up the pressure; sharply.

"You're a little faggot, aren't you?" Samuel told him harshly. "You dream about being fucked, don't you? That's what you're thinking about when you play with yourself at night. You probably watch gay porn all the time too. Don't you!"

"He really is!" Nancy contributed, eyes shining with a level of malice Samuel had not seen in her before. "He's a faggot!"

They continued laying into him together with accusations and insults, but he kept on shaking his head, the only denial he could still muster.

Samuel and Nancy exchanged a worried glance, and after a moment, he nodded. I know.

It wasn't enough.