I had been generous with myself. It took about 30 seconds for the ecstasy to drain out me as my cock shriveled cum and the warmth of my cum on my skin began to cool. I trembled as I slowly picked myself up off the floor, forcing myself to look at the mess I had made.
The stain was larger than I had expected. I had cum more than I expected, more than I’d ever had before. Tears of shame began to well up in my eyes as they found the object that had driven me so wild. A dirty sock. Not just any dirty sock. My step-brother’s dirty sock. My younger step-brothers dirty sock. I felt like throwing up as I pictured what I must have looked like, gyrating on the floor. What the fuck was wrong with me?
This is why he left you guys, said a little voice in my head but I blocked it out. I needed to clean this up. How much time did I have left to clean everything? You mean how much time did you spend jerking it to your younger step-bros dirty sock? There it was again, and again I did my best to ignore it. Sure it might have been an overstep to goon out on Jason’s sock, but cleaning our whole room by myself so he could fuck some lucky girl was more than enough to make up for it. Or at least that’s what I told myself.
Cleaning our room wasn't much of a hassle honestly. The cum stain was the hardest part. No matter how much I cleaned it, I kept feeling like I could see the spot. What if Jason could too? What if he figured out what a perv I was? My anxiety made me wind up cleaning the entire carpet, time blurring until I get text from Jason. “Five minutes away big bro.”
I surveyed the room. It was spotless, save for one thing I had “accidentally” left out. A pair of dirty navy blue boxer briefs. I walked over to them and carefully picked them up like they were a snake, and in my defense, for me they were just as dangerous. Beneath the shame I could still remember the ecstasy I had felt with Jason’s sock pressed against my face. The effect his underwear would have on me though, that would be next level.
It wasn't a question of whether or not I could cum before Jason got home. I knew I'd have no problem doing that. But did I want to? Five minutes wasn’t nearly enough time with such a precious article of clothing. Shit. I was calling my step brother’s underwear precious. Get a grip, I thought to myself. I had to make a decision soon.
Bringing the underwear against my face I decided to take one whiff. That one whiff ended the pointless debate I was having with myself. The smell of sweaty crotch was addictive. Trying to take it away from me would be like prying crack away from a crackhead. I moaned into Jason’s underwear and sank to my knees as my little cock sprang back to life. It should’ve reeked to me. I mean they were the sweaty, dirty underwear of a high school boy. A jock no less. It should’ve been foul.
But at that moment, the truth was that if they sold candles labeled “Jason’s Crotch,” I would’ve bought them all. I sniffed at his underwear like I was a dog, deep rapid breaths as I pumped my cock, and it responded in a manner of seconds. I rolled onto my back, letting the underwear rest on my face, now taking deep slow inhales.
Fuck. How was it possible for something this filthy to smell this good? And paired with the knowledge that they had been cradling Jason’s heavy dick and balls? The thought of that caused me to speed my legs open. I rarely did this, but I found that my fingers worked my way toward that forbidden spot, the spot that made me what I hated, something less than.
But I couldn't help it. Overwhelmed by the scent of his sweaty balls and cock, I couldn't help but think of where I wanted that cock most. My fingers traced the edge of my hole. That's right you freak. Imagine your step brother’s big cock rubbing against your hole. Is that what turns you on you perv? I moaned into his underwear and shifted so that his pouch was closer to my mouth. That's right you nasty lil bitch take a taste, I thought to myself as I touched the underwear with my tongue. The taste of sweaty fabric should've done nothing for me, but instead it made me rowdier and I spread my legs open wider, the rubbing I had been doing with my fingers no longer enough.
I slipped a finger into my tight hole, with a whimper, quickly adding a second like the whore I was desperately searching for what I needed. You know who wouldn't have to search?, I thought to myself. Who's big thick cock would just naturally rub against it?
I moaned into the underwear, horniness, frustration and shame all mingling together to bring my cock close to orgasm but I held off. I was greedy, I wanted more and searched with my fingers, trying to remember the instructions I had googled once and never looked at again. Curl fingers up toward the abdomen. I was trying and it felt good, but not as good as it could feel. Maybe I needed to go deeper. You know who could go as deep as you want? I groaned as I pushed my fingers deeper inside searching and searching, until fuck. There it was. I let out a whimper as I rubbed against it, legs quivering. Imagine how your step brother’s cock would feel rubbing against that. You like that you little slut?
Fuck yes I did. The thought of Jason’s cock massaging my prostate instead of my fingers made my body feel alive. Him leaning over me, thrusting away. Maybe sweating, and then some of it drips on to me… I shivered. Yeah you wanna tastes your step-bro’s sweat don’t you? You’re getting close. You gonna cum thinking about his sweat? I moaned again, my inner monologue bring me right to edge, right to sweet release, fuck this was gonna feel so good, this was so hot.
The sound of the front door opening was ice cold water.
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