Page 19 of Puck My Stepbrother
That meant unleashing Plan C.
My stepbrother-to-be enjoyed evening showers, much like I did, and I decided the opportunity for a creative next step had appeared. Instead of taking my shower first, I waited until I saw Quinn walk down the hall, towel in hand.
I waited a moment and then undressed, wrapping a towel around my waist before heading down the hall. Standing outside the door, I listened to the shower water hiss. Soon, I’d join Quinn and give him an experience right out of his wildest fantasies.
Let the hot water loosen him up a little, I thought.You don’t want to appear in the bathroom before he’s good and relaxed. You know how jumpy he gets.
I closed my eyes, imagining streams of hot water rolling down Quinn’s naked body. And then I pictured my stepbrother soaping himself up, leaving patches of suds all over his body. He’d scrub under his armpits, then the underside of his balls. His hands would reach behind his waist, caressing his sweet little ass until he felt totally clean. I imagined his cock standing proudly when he saw me.
The thought alone turned me on, and I stroked myself under my towel. Then I leaned against the wall, allowing my stroking action to speed up. I’d felt patient enough while waiting for him to enter the shower, but the thought of holding off for even another second made me grit my teeth.
I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and eased it to the left before pushing the door open. I closed it silently as I beheld Quinn’s silhouette through the shower curtain. Even that snatched a breath from me. He hummed some tune I’d never heard, not that it mattered. I’d zeroed in on my stepbrother, and I meant to have him.
Letting my towel hit the floor, I peered down at my erection before peeling back the shower curtain enough to allow a steam cloud to escape. Then I snuck inside. The sight of Quinn’s ass stole my breath, and I had to inhale deeply before inching forward.
Quinn turned to me. His feet slipped and he nearly fell backward. I reached out to grab his hand and pulled him forward so he could steady himself. My assistance only helped so much, though. Seeing me before him made him go completely still. His eyes widened when he glanced below my waist, and I smiled at him.
“Like what you see?” I asked.
His lips moved, but no words came out. I watched his chest heave. Then he glanced over his shoulder several times, as iflooking for an escape, but I knew he didn’t want to find one that badly.
I had Quinn right where I wanted him.
“W-w-what are you doing in here?” he asked.
“Getting clean. You know I like to take evening showers.”
“I know, but you couldn’t have waited until I finished mine?”
“What fun would there be in that?”
I offered Quinn my most playful tone, just to calm the waters. He didn’t answer, just kept staring at my manhood like he hadn’t digested what was happening.
“Besides,” I said, “this is totally normal for me.”
“It is?”
“Of course it is. I’m a hockey player, bro. I take showers with other guys all the time.”
“Do you usually sneak in on them like this?”
I laughed out loud at that, even though I only found his question marginally funny. No way would I let awkwardness ruin a moment like this.
When I peered down, I noticed Quinn had an impressive dick of his own in a patch of neatly trimmed ginger pubic hair. I licked my lips at the sight, wanting to take it into my mouth in the worst way.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” he said.
“What, whether I sneak in on the other guys?”
“No, what are you doing in the shower with me?”
His eyes stayed wide open and the skin of his forehead bunched like an accordion. He couldn’t relax, but I’d teach him to chill out in the only way I knew how.
“Some questions are best left unanswered,” I told him. “But I think we both know what’s going on here.”
When he didn’t respond, I knew I had him on the ropes. He hadn’t replied because any response he gave would’ve left him even more vulnerable.
“I think I know what we’re both feeling,” I said, “and that’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
