Page 49 of Waiting Game

Knowing that Callan will be in his room, before I head for mine, I go to his.

Not bothering to knock on the door, I walk in.

Then immediately regret it.

“Ah, Jesus H. Christ, Callan,” I mumble, turning away from him when he nearly drops his laptop on the floor as he struggles to cover up.

“Have you never heard of knocking?”

“Oh, that feels so good,CalKor,” someone moans, making my eyes widen as that’s followed up with aslapsound.

Whipping back and around, I hear another deeper moan, and that’s when my wide eyes bug even more.

Callan tries to slam his computer lid down but it’s too late for that.

Mia’s there.

On his screen.

Spanking herself?

What the hell is happening here?

“Don’t look at her!” Callan spits as I drag the laptop from him and stare at Mia, who’s fucking herself with a massive dildo in one hand and tapping her ass with the other.

I gawk at it, then her, then my baby goddamn brother.

“How the fuck did you get a credit card to pay for this?” I snarl because that’s the only thing I can focus on.

I’m well aware that cam girls aren’t cheap. Pops might have trusted Cody, Colt, and me with a credit card, but he’s always been different with Callan.

I guess I know why now.

“Does it matter?”

He comes at me like he’s Scrappy Doo while I hold the computer above my head and smack my hand to his forehead to keep him back as he tries to stop Mia from moaning.

God, the noises she makes…

It’s weird that I have an erection at the same time as my baby brother.

“You stole the card from Pops?”

He immediately blanches. “You can’t tell him.”

There’s genuine fear in his expression and it has my shoulders sagging. “Of course, I won’t, but you have to pay back what you stole. You know better than to do something like this. How much have you spent?”

His white pallor burns hot pink as he mumbles something that sounds like, “Fourthouandfivecen.”

“Fourthousand?”

Callan glares at me. “That’s nothing to you.”

“Yeah, but I pay my fucking way and work hard for every dollar I earn. You’re still in high school.” His mouth puckers with a complete lack of regret. “You know I’m going to have to tell Colt about this.”

His shoulders hunch. “Ah, no, Cole. Do you have to?”

“Yeah, because you’ll do this again if I don’t.”

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