Page 90 of Distorted Obsession

I stand, wobbly until I find my footing. I turn to walk away and meet Mason’s gaze.Lust. It’s all over his face and very obvious from his very long and hard dick tenting his pants. He tries to turn away, but it’s too late.

A chuckle shifts my attention back to Colter, who’s fixing his sweats. “Next time try not to be so much of a Dudley Do-Right and then maybe you can actually get some of our pussy.” Colter’s eyes light with mischievous intent.

Tilting his head, Colt glowers at Mason while he unabashedly adjusts his dick in his pants. I’m rolling my eyes at the pissing contest unfolding before me when Colter speaks again. “Since you and your brother seem to be salivating for a taste.”

Colter smirks, taking one last look at me before walking away without so much as a backward glance, and I’m left bereft.

What the fuck did I sign myself up for?

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cooper

Watchingmy brother fuck Eva against the side of the Sigma Alpha Psi house as he made Mason watch has got to be one of the top ten hottest sexual moments that I was not participating in. My dick was literally so fucking hard that I had to go back to the house and shower. It’s why I’m currently in a chair in front of all the monitors taking in Eva’s glorious ass jiggle with each of Colt’s strokes.

“How many times are you going to watch the damn video? Your dick is going to chafe if you keep this up,” Colt snickers, plopping down in the seat next to me.

I don’t bother removing my hand, pumping to match his pace. “Blame yourself for this gem,” I retort.

He rolls his eyes but unzips his pants and palms his own dick. I arch a brow, and he shrugs, “When in Rome.”

Snorting, I shake my head and return my gaze to the screen. Colter grips Eva’s hips, pulling out just enough before slamming back in. Eva’s moan goes straight to my cock, making the shaft stiffen. “Fuck! Next time you’re going to bang her like this publicly, send up a Bat Signal so I can join in.”

I grunt, squeezing the base of my dick when a video call comes in. I ignore it— more interested in nutting than anything anyone could possibly need to talk to me about.

Leaning back in my chair, I thrust my hips, ignoring Colter’s groans of pleasure, when the damn phone rings again—this time, cutting off Eva’s cries. Which means it can only be one person.Mom.

The groan that escapes me lacks all the pleasure it had only moments ago. Nothing will deflate a dick more than a call from your mother.

Sighing, I quickly slip my gray sweats back on and glance over to Colt, making sure he’s decent before I answer the call.

“Cooper, ?lash ma jwbtich mn l-luwla?” my mother questions.

I sit straighter when she addresses me in Darija. Every available muscle in my body grows taut as I’m hurtled back to the day we got the call about Farrah.

My palms begin to sweat as my heartbeat pounds in my ears.

Worry rides me like a new stallion being broken in. And I try to push down the rising panic asthe callinvades my mind.

“Fin nta?”

I pause at the strain in her voice.

“Fin nta, Cooper? Fin nta?”

“Mama, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The urgency in her pleading question sets my teeth on edge.

I’ll never forget how the words that came next irrevocably changed the Jacobi family, how it would change Colter… Change my parents... Change me.

“Hadi Fara?. Aji b?jala! Khtik! Ya Rabbi, khtik”

In the span of one phone call, our world imploded, and I no longer registered the dialect I love so much with gentled calm again. Speaking Darija isn’t a problem for me over the phone with anyone else. But after that day, any timeshe—my mothercalls, my nerves stand on edge. I don’t speak—I’m still too scared of what words will come next.

Is it Dad?

Is something wrong with her?

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