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Jesse's Late Night Visit, PT. 1
🕑 Added 2024-12-21 16:00:02 +0000 UTC4 Months Later...
Jesse lay in bed, stroking his cock with Violet’s underwear. He managed to snag it from her hamper before he joined the family for dinner.
A few months ago, he stumbled across Violet’s underwear that she’d obviously dropped after her shower. He didn’t kick it under the counter or discreetly toss it into her hamper. No, he’d picked it up and once he caught a whiff of it, wrapped it around his cock and jacked off in the sink.
He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. Every couple of days, he stole another one from her hamper. His unhealthy fetish went into overdrive when Mom took Violet shopping for her sixteenth birthday and bought her an array of satin underwear.
He was losing his mind. Girls threw themselves at him, but the only one who interested him was sleeping in the bedroom next to him. Who rode to school with him every day, who he ate dinner with every evening. Guys who thought it was shitty to be in the friend zone had no idea what utter hell it was to have the love of their life see them as their brother.
People were starting to take notice that he wasn’t dating anyone. Even his friends were starting to give him odd looks when he rebuffed every girl who flirted with him. If only he could tell them the girl he wanted was the same one they did. None of his friends dared ask her out, but he knew it was coming. It was just a matter of time… Violet had blossomed into a girl that would draw the eye of any straight male, even if she wasn’t their type. Thankfully, Violet was more studious and introverted and shied away from the spotlight. He was grateful she didn’t try out for cheerleading or something. There was no way he would have been able to focus with hundreds of guys ogling her in that tiny uniform.
He jacked off harder and faster, but he couldn’t bring himself to climax. He brought her underwear to his face and sucked on the crotch, whining like a dog, desperate for her taste. He was sick and obsessed, and he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t stop. The longest he’d gone without stealing her underwear was a week, and then he’d gone overboard and jacked off on her pillows when he had the house to himself.
When he groaned, her underwear muffled the sound. He wished he hadn’t realized how he felt about her. His life had been so much easier before that camping trip. The effort it took to conceal how he felt and not act on the thousands of impulses that crossed his mind was driving him nuts. What made it worse was, they spent so much time together. How was he supposed to regulate his emotions when he started his days with the sight of her brushing her teeth or styling her hair in the bathroom every morning? When they talked and laughed on the way to and from school? When the smell of violets and vanilla lingered in the bathroom, in the car, and on the shirts and hoodies she borrowed? The only respite he had from her was during classes and practice.
The worst part was, he didn’t want space from her. It was exquisite torture, a blend of heaven and hell. He gripped his leaking cock. He was beating the damn thing so often, he even left class to relieve himself. He could hardly think of anything but sex. He wanted to ask his friends if they jerked off as much as him, but he didn’t want them asking how frequent his urges were. Would they guess that he was constantly aroused because of Violet? He couldn’t risk anyone making that connection, so he kept it to himself.
He panted, staring up at the ceiling. The house was quiet. Everyone had retired to their rooms hours ago. Only he was up at this hour. He tried to distract himself with a book and movie before he finally gave in and unearthed his most recent acquisition and began to masturbate so he could sleep. But tonight, even with her underwear, he couldn’t get off.
He got to his feet, pulled up his sweats, and padded into the bathroom. He flicked on the light and splashed his face with cold water to snap him out of it.
He eyed the door leading into Violet’s room and hesitated before he put his ear to the door. Nothing. He gripped the door handle and froze as the magnitude of what he was about to do hit him full force. Fantasizing about Violet was one thing, stealing her underwear was another, but this… This is what he vowed he wouldn’t do in that tent. But he was desperate.
Even as he tried the doorknob, he told himself he was just going to check on her. The doorknob turned easily in his hand. The doors leading into their rooms could only be locked from the bathroom. They had a double knock policy and never had any problems. Until now.
His heart picked up speed as he turned off the light and eased the bathroom door open a crack. When nothing happened, he let it swing open further. He stood there for a full minute, warring internally, before he stepped out of the shadows.
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