Listening AND watching

Meanwhile at the cabin, Brandon listened as Zack booked the honeymoon suite, the pair acting like a couple of newlyweds. And then silence.

Neither one spoke, though he could hear rustling and wet smacking and in the background, the ding of the elevator as it reached their floor.

After a moment, he heard the click of a door open and then silence again. He'd expected to hear them cooing over how the room looked, and hoped they would talk more about their infidelity so that he could gather up even more evidence against them. Instead, there was nothing. More wet smacking sounds, more rustling and then a sharp clattering.

It almost sounded like someone had fallen but Brandon couldn't tell exactly what was happening from sound alone. So, he decided, it was time to use some other features of the software. He opened up the interface and searched through Ashley's phone, finding her camera app and hijacking it.

The camera turned on and Brandon looked at his screen. Everything was dark. For a moment, Brandon thought the phone was lying camera side down but then he saw something move. He realised that they'd rented this honeymoon suite but they were so hot for each other that they couldn't even turn on the lights before they fucked. Instead, visible only by the dim light filtering in through the windows, they were disrobing, having gone no further than the door.

Brandon squinted at the image before him, being able to make out Ashley, her face contorted in pleasure, as Zack knelt behind her, his naked cock bouncing between his legs as he ate Ashley's pussy.

Her moans were becoming loud enough to hear over the phone's mic, and Brandon was glad that he was using headphones because her arousal sounded loud enough to fill both their hotel room and Brandon's bedroom. He watched her buck back against Zack's face, Zack's hand moving around between her legs. In the darkness he couldn't see exact details, but it was clear that Ashley was enjoying it.

Worse, to Brandon's embarrassment, he was enjoying it too. His cock had begun to harden, but Brandon, being so invested in watching Ashley's infidelity, didn't realise until his cock was forming a tent in his shorts. It sounds just like porn, it's just like porn, just a biological bodily reaction, Brandon told himself, his cock twitching as he saw Ashley cum on Zack's tongue.

Brandon was not aroused at watching his girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend but they never tecnically broke up, being fucked by his best friend. He denied it to himself even as he pushed his shorts down, freeing his own cock. At the same time, Zack was standing up, holding Ashley's weakened body, and guiding his cock to Ashley's hole.

As Zack angled himself towards Ashley, preparing to fuck her, Brandon got a good glimpse of his cock in the light. It was bigger than his own, which he was currently stroking, though perhaps only by an inch or two. It was thicker as well though. Of course, Brandon told himself, as all men do when faced with a larger cock, that it's not size that matters, it's how you use it. Which is true, except that as Zack began to thrust himself in and out of Brandon's girlfriend, Brandon realised that Zack knew very well how to use his big, thick cock.

A mixture of arousal, jealousy and rage brewed within Brandon. He felt seriously conflicted about jerking off his own cock while watching his girlfriend being fucked by his best friend. But, she wasn't really his girlfriend anymore, he rationalised, so this wasn't like watching himself being cheated on, it was just perving on his friends fucking.

His phone vibrated, startling the young, football player. The image of Ashley being rammed from behind by Zack's thick cock was replaced with the call screen, the name 'Madison' in large letters indicating who was calling. Nervously, Brandon answered, using the headphones and the mic to speak as the screen melted back to the video of Ashley and Zack fucking against the door of their honeymoon suite.

"M-Mads?" Brandon answered, realising how breathless he sounded.

"Bran, that you?" she asked. His sister Madison was usually teasing and playful but at the minute she sounded genuinely concerned. "Is everything alright?"

"Fine, I guess, why?," he replied, watching his friends on the screen in one hand and still pumping his cock with the other, unable to stop himself.

"Just been having mood swings all night, like I'll be fine one minute, then really pissed off and angry the next. Now I just feel..." she exhaled with frustration. "...tingling. I know it's not my period. That was last week. Thought maybe it was the twin thing."

Shit. It happened sometimes, with very strong emotions, that Brandon and Madison could feel what the other was experiencing. All night his twin had been sensing his anger at Ashley and Zack and not understanding why. And now she was sensing his arousal as he watched the pair fuck while rubbing his dick. Not good.

"There is something," Brandon admitted. "It's kind of big but...but I'm not ready to talk about it just yet."

"Oh," she said, though it sounded less inquisitive and more drawn out, almost like a moan. "Oh, uh, ok...j-just so long as I know."

"Mads, can I call you back later?" He said, as he watched Zack fervently slamming into Ashley, their wet flesh ringing in his ears and feeling himself on the brink of his own climax.

"Yes, YES, I mean, yeah," Madison's voice sounded breathless and strained. "I-I need to go-oh-too."

Zack buried himself into Ashley with a grunt, and Brandon realised that he was cumming inside. Ashley screamed and moaned, head falling against the door as her body twitched against Zack's spasming cock. And unable to hold back, Brandon's dick shot off too, ropes of creamy, white seed flying from his cockhead. It landed half way across the room, sinking into the carpet, followed by another and another as Brandon came harder than he had ever before in his life.

In his ears he heard more moaning and screaming, thinking that Ashley was still climaxing. But the voice didn't sound like Ashley. It sounded clearer, whereas Ashley's pants were distant and muffled. But he was too busy cumming and continuing to milk his own cock to check the source.

After a minute, the cum from his cock was reduced to a few dribbles as his dick became soft in his hand. He looked to his phone to see that Zack and Ashley were still in the dark, kissing against the door, and that, thankfully, his sister had hung up.