Go to his apartment and listen for yourself

“Thumping?” you say. “I wonder what that could be. Would you mind if I come over and listen to it for myself?”

Mr. Ryerson’s eyebrows go up. “I suppose... But I’m surprised you can’t hear it from in here. It sounds like it is coming from your apartment. In fact, it sounds like....” His face grows red. “Well, actually, maybe you’d better just come over and listen for yourself.”

He leads the way, and you follow, smiling. You didn’t have any particular designs on your neighbor before now, but following him, you notice that for a fellow old enough to be your father, he has seems to be in really good shape. The firmness of his ass and the musculature of his legs that is evident through the tight-fitting sweatpants makes you suspect that he is a runner. You wish you had glanced downward when he was talking to you to see if those pants gave any hint to the nature of any other anatomy that might be of interest to you.

You follow him the short distance to his door, and he holds it open for you to enter.

“Again, I hate to even bring this up, but I’m working on a project at home today, and this is also my weekend to have my son with me, and he’s trying to sleep in.”

“Oh, you have a son?” you ask. “I don’t think I knew that.”

He nods. “Yeah.... Jordan. He lives most of the time with his mother, but I get him every other weekend. He’s about to start his senior year at North Central High School.”

You can definitely hear the thumping Mike is complaining about, but you give no indication of it. Instead, you wait for the moment when his eyes dart toward the direction where the offending noise is coming, and you direct your eyes downward to his crotch. You give a half nod in admiration. The sweatpants aren’t as snug and revealing as you would like, but they do reveal a tantalizing bulge that interferes with the otherwise-smooth contours of the clothing.

“Do you hear that?” he asks, causing you to break off your visual inspection of his package.

“Hmmm.... I do hear something....” you hold your hand to your ear. “I can’t tell what it is, though.”

“Well, it’s definitely coming from your place. You can hear it very clearly in my office.”

He leads the way to the next room, which has a small desk with a computer, an office chair, and many papers spread out all over the floor. The thumping is definitely louder in here, and you can hear a distinctly-feminine voice crying out, “Give it to me hard, right in the ass, Aron! Bang me like the fucking slut that I am!”

Mike’s expression reddens again, and he is clearly uncomfortable.

“Hmmm....” you say, thoughtfully. “Sounds like my brother might be entertaining a guest.”

Mike smiles wryly. “He entertains a lot of guests, but it would help if he could do it more quietly — at least until I am done with this project.” He motions toward the papers on the floor, and as you look at them, you see that they are drawings of some sort.

A male voice joins in the commotion from next door. “You heard her, Bro.... Fuck her hard! You know what she wants!”

Vanessa starts to cry out her agreement, but her words come to a muffled stop. You feel a wetness between your legs as you picture Vanessa on her knees, getting rammed in the ass by Aron, as your other brother feeds her mouth with his cock. Although the thumping does not diminish, it at least has the effect of silencing Vanessa’s slutty words.

You look at Mike, whose eyes keep darting awkwardly between the wall, you, and the office door.