I Want My Asshole Stepbrother III

NICO

As soon as I step back into the room, his face drops. “Oh, man… I already don’t like this.”

“Stop being such a whiny bitch.” I set the tripod up opposite the couch.

Then I place my laptop on the coffee table, opening it and bringing up PornHub. “Find something on there you like. Whatever you would watch when you’re alone.”

He gives me an angry-deer-in-headlights look, to which I roll my eyes yet again.

“Just do it, Enzo,” I breathe, switching off the TV, then setting up my phone to record.

It still takes him a second, but eventually, he leans forward, scrolling through the available p**n.

I stay standing, giving him space as he settles on a video. It’s girl-on-girl, and I try to keep my scoffing in check.

Someone’s really invested in proving how straight he is right now.

He presses play and the video begins, volume down low as the people on the screen start doing their thing. And I press record on our video, hoping like hell this will work out.

I don’t want to admit that I’m nervous, but I am. Mostly because I have a lot at stake here. If we can’t make this work, then I’m not sure what I’ll do.

Enzo’s eyes are stuck on the laptop screen, almost intentionally, as if he’s afraid to look anywhere else.

Slowly, I ease back over to the couch and sit down, again making sure there’s enough space between us. I can see and feel how rigid he is. His hands are resting firmly on his thighs, muscles all bunched.

Clearly, it’ll be up to me to get this thing moving. So I unbutton my pants, opening them just enough to reach inside and adjust my dick.

Enzo’s eyes fling over to me, and he grows even stiffer. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna jerk off, Enzo,” I mumble, annoyed. “We have to do something. They won’t pay to watch us watching p**n.”

His jaw ticks, but I can see him conceding to it as he reclines a bit, watching the girls fooling around on the screen.

I’m not necessarily invested in this particular video, but I pretend I am, fisting my cock inside my pants and giving it a few leisurely tugs, hoping it’ll inspire him to do the same.

But he’s just parked like a statue next to me.

Puffing out an impatient breath, I reach over to undo his pants for him.

He flinches away. “Back up, fag.”

“Dude… seriously. Loosen the fuck up, Jesus…” I go back to stroking myself. “You picked this dumbass video.”

“Would you rather it be two guys?” He snorts accusingly, to which I shrug.

“I don’t know… whatever. Doesn’t seem like your dick likes this one that much either…” He glares at me, teeth visibly clenched as he reaches inside his pants. “I think it’s hot.”

“Really?” My head cocks tauntingly. He nods. “Well then, let’s see it.”

“No.”

“For fuck’s sake.” I yank my pants down, exposing a few inches of my dick.

It’s not fully hard yet, because his stubborn idiocy has me struggling to get wood.

But when his eyes land on it and I witness him swallow, there’s a thump in my balls that pumps a little more rushing blood.

“You can just watch me if you want…” I hum in amusement, giving it some slow tugs.

He shakes his head and turns away, aiming his glare back on the screen as his hand moves gradually inside his pants.

The air around us is awkward as fuck, an uncomfortable sort of heat surrounding our stiff bodies on the couch.

We’re both just watching the video and leisurely jerking ourselves off, though it seems obvious that neither of us is paying as much attention to the p**n as we are to the strained wood we’re sharing.

The video ends and Enzo reaches forward, pressing play on the next thing that pops up. At first, it seems like just another video of two girls making out and rubbing each other’s pussies.

But then a guy steps into the screen, presenting a large, erect dick for them both to suck on gleefully.

My eyes subtly slink to Enzo, watching as he loses available room inside his pants. He peeks at me for a second, cheeks flushing all pink while he squirms.

“You’re gonna have to take it out eventually.” I recline on the couch, jerking myself slowly.

His eyes drop to my dick briefly before coming up to mine. “Why?Because you’re desperate to get a peek?”

“No, but they are…” I nod toward the camera.

“Fuck you…” he breathes.

“Think of the money, Enzo” I tug even more of my cock out.

He can’t seem to stop himself from looking at my dick, which is spreading a tight burn from my stomach up my chest.

“Don’t be boring,” I goad, humping up to my hand.

He bites his lip, checking the laptop again before he finally gives up and pulls his dick out, unrushed, like it’s supposed to be some big reveal.

To be honest, it kind of is. I really don’t want to give him the satisfaction at all, but even with only a few inches exposed, I can tell his dick is generous in size.

His hand moves up and down on his uncut shaft, skin sliding at the tip to expose a pink head.

I’m trying to focus on the video, but it’s nowhere near as captivating as what’s happening a couple feet away, and I hate it, but I can’t deny that watching his strong hand and shapely fingers sloping up and down is sort of hypnotizing me.

But it isn’t until the video on the screen ends that I realize Enzo isn’t watching it either.

He’s looking at my dick the same way I’m looking at his, and it’s as confusing as it is electrifying.

I’m as hard as stone now, pumping into my fist at a steadier pace that I think he’s trying to match. We’re both struggling to keep our breaths in check, but it’s the only sound in the room and it starts to echo as they grow louder.

I don’t know how it happened, but the space between us has shrunk.

I think I might be leaning in closer to him, and I don’t want to be, because if he notices, he’ll probably stop to yell at me.

Enzo’s head tips back on the couch, eyes closing as he works his cock in his hand. And I’m so busy gawking that I also don’t realize he’s leaning in closer… Until I feel his arm on mine.

“Just do it…” he whispers.

“Do what?” My voice comes out equally soft and throaty.

“We both know this is where it’s headed, so just…” He stops to swallow. “Just do it.”

His chest moves with unsteady flutters as he suddenly lets go of his cock, leaving it resting on his abs, waiting for attention.

I bite my lip. I’m sure the fans would love to see me… I shake my head. “Only if you do it, too.”

His eyes snap open, and he peers at me. “Fuck that.”

“Then no dice.” I shrug, releasing my cock too. “This isn’t one-sided, superstar. All or nothing.”

His eyes are hooded, the gleam in them more furious than anything.

But still, I think I see a tiny twinge of curiosity, as confirmed when he glances down at my dick.

Sucking in a breath, he mumbles, “This is just for the money… right?” His eyes come back to mine, and I nod.

“Yes.”

Reaching over hesitantly, he curls his fingers around my dick.

And the sensation of contact, of his calloused hand on my sensitive flesh, prompts a tiny sound from within my throat.

“Don’t make that noise,” he growls, gripping my cock in a chokehold.

He should know that it actually feels awesome, but I’m really trying to downplay it.

“I can’t… help it,” I croak. “Your hands are rough.”

“Shut up and let’s get this over with,” he hisses, moving his hand slowly up my shaft, then back down.