Investigate the noise...

I'm already late; a couple more minutes of investigation won't make a difference. I wrap the towel around myself, hanging just below my waist, water droplets still dripping down my chest, glistening against the toned skin.

I open my bathroom door, examining the room slowly. I sit at my desk, grabbing my computer to scroll through it, scanning for any updates.

As I continue looking through my computer, something strange pops up on my browser history; I'm bombarded by images of gay porn sites, specifically one labeled "Fucking My Hot Straight Brother."

I quickly exit out, deleting my history before anyone else sees it.

It must've been a glitch or one of those pop up ads you see all the time...

I easily become distracted by watching a funny video to take my mind off of it; a goat bites a guy's dick off.

My sense of humor is clearly sick...

I lie on my bed with my legs spread out, my towel just barely hanging on to cover me; I realize how much time has passed by while I was looking at random stuff, it's already 8:00 A.M.

I seriously need to get dressed...

I move across my room towards the closet but as I approach it, I begin to hear a weird shuffling sound coming from inside. I tentatively move forward and place my hand onto the closet door.

As I begin to turn the door knob, the door suddenly bursts open hitting me in the face and knocking me to the floor.

My younger brother, Jack, stumbles out of the closet and trips over me; his head landing on my chest and his body grinding against mine. The towel slides off due to the sudden unexpected contact with my bare cock pressed up against the fabric of my brother's jeans.

Jack is a quiet kid, usually always keeping to himself. He likes to read and write, sometimes even playing a little piano once in awhile. I'll drag him to a party once in awhile but he always ends up standing in a corner by himself.

I honestly pity him; he never puts himself out there to make new friends or talk to any girls, must be why he's still a virgin. He doesn't really focus much on his appearance but he has a certain boy-next-door vibe to his look that I always found sort of adorable. The move must've taken the hardest toll on him; he doesn't do well with change, especially after all the bullying he went through during his Freshmen year.

Jack quickly moves to get off of me, pressing his hands against my abs to push himself up. He avoids eye contact with me and his face flushes red, almost as if he's blushing.

I quickly grab my towel to cover myself up as I stand, glaring vehemently at Jack.

What the fuck is his problem...

"What the hell were you doing in my closet!?" I screamed at him.

"I-I-I didn't, I wasn't- I-I, I'm sorry..." He stutters under his breath.

He seems extremely embarrassed, almost on the verge of tears. I begin to feel bad for yelling at him; his eyes follow mine as I look downward, noticing his strained pants hiding his erection. His hands quickly move to cover himself.

I'm extremely angry with him for invading my privacy but he looks like he's having a really tough time right now.

Maybe I should help him...