Jimbo's a Bimbo

Moving as quietly as I could, I took a few steps down the stairs, just enough that I could get a look at what was going on. Right away I could see splashes of light rapidly being thrown around the living room, so that told me that someone was watching tv on Dad's big screen. Moving down another few steps I got a better view of said screen, though it took me a few seconds to process what exactly I was looking at.

Thrown up in glorious HD was...me. My heart sank like a stone as I realised what was being viewed was footage of me railing David back in the boathouse. Amy's little video was currently depicting me as I thrust viciously into David's wanton and hungry asshole, our moans lingering in a breathy struggle.

Fear like no other grasped my heart. What the fuck would I say to this? Proof of my adultery was right there, clear as day for anyone to see and there was no defence I could possibly muster. It was only a horrible self destructive curiosity that urged me down another couple of steps, peering out into the living room. What I saw turned my fear into confusion.

Sitting on the sofa, completely naked and with legs splayed out was Kate's brother Jimmy. And not only was he naked and furiously jerking himself off, he seemed to be working a pink dildo into his ass.

What the fuck?

A dozen questions ran through my head as I witnessed the scene unfold before me. How did he get a hold of this footage? That answered itself I suppose, Amy set this up. But...he was masturbating to it. I struggled a bit with that. The kid was witnessing me cheat on his beloved big sister and yet his first instinct was to get naked and diddle himself?

"Alan..." he moaned, working the dildo harder into his ass whilst fisting his cock with his other hand, "oh...fuck.....my ass is yours..."

I was almost certain I had a cerebral event when I heard that. This shit didn't compute. I knew Jimmy. He was a quiet, intelligent kid whom his sister adored. I got along with him well enough, but I can't say I had too much in common with him or spent any significant time with him. And yet, here he was, fantasising about me fucking him? I didn't even know he was gay!

And to make matters worse, was that I was incredibly turned on by all of this. He was a slender guy, but his body was mostly in good shape and now that I could see that little asshole of his opening wide I couldn't help but feeling a pang of pure lust. My dick was throbbing in my pants, demanding to be let out, to be pushed into this wanton young man, to impale him over and over and make him mine.

But it was insane. It was one thing to cheat on my wife, it was another thing entirely to do so with her own beloved little brother. Fucking hell, part of me found that to be even hotter. And I knew that all it would take would be me confronting him here and now. I could see it in how desperately he was masturbating. He was waiting for me to dominate his soft, lithe body. What was wrong with me? Could I really even entertain that?