Chapter 12: Pervert - Monet

I wake up, a headache banging against my head. Oh god, what were we thinking?

Soft snores come from next to me, and I turn my head to find Amy fast asleep.

I shouldn't have drank that damn tequila with her, but we were having so much fun with the guys. And Cole didn't mind us drinking either , as long as Amy let her parents know she was safe and sleeping over. He spoke to the coach himself to tell him they will look after her.

To which she started crying in my arms, telling me now she will never get fucked. At least not by Luke, and the nerds in our class were looking like the only option.

A drunk Amy is even more hilarious than a sober one.

I can't even remember when we went to bed, but the scent on the bedding smells familiar, and I recognise it right way. It's one of the quilts Mom sewed for Cole before he left for college. I smile when I notice the pictures on his nightstand. I gave it to him to never forget us.

There's one of him and his mother when he was just a baby. The other two is of me, him and Mom. In the one picture he's eight, and I'm six, and were dressed like we're going to church.

It was the day Mom officially adopted him. I remember all three of us were so happy, she let us eat waffles and ice cream for dinner. The other picture is the day he graduated high school.

The pictures are proudly displayed, so why was he being such an asshole? It can't be because of guys asking who I was, he's been telling guys to stay away from me since middle school.

I get up quietly from the bed, not wanting to disturb Amy. I need to pee, and maybe find some pain killers. The bathroom is just next door to Cole's bedroom, and I find no pain killers in the bathroom cabinet. Maybe they keep some in the kitchen, they're athletes, they must have some drugs around here somewhere.

The suite is dark except for the light coming from the bathroom, and I feel my way to the kitchen, but pause when I hear moans coming from the living room.

I look behind me. Both bedrooms doors are open, and I can make out Luke's huge silhouette on his bed.

This is where I should turn around, get back in bed and try to forget that I have a headache. Yet, my bare feet moves to where the small living room starts, and I look around the corner of the wall.

The only light is coming from the large mounted TV, playing a movie.

I should leave, I'm invading Cole's privacy, but I do the opposite of what I know is right.

I flatten my body against the wall, and I tell myself I'm only gonna take a little peek.

My mouth drops open at the picture before me.

Cole is sitting on the leather couch completely naked, his arms spread out on the headrest.

Stacey is in-between his legs with her back to me, her head bobbing up and down.

Goosebumps break out over my skin.

I've seen Cole shirtless more times than I can count, but the way his stomach muscles bunch underneath his skin, and the veins straining in his neck as the blonde pleasures him, grabs my attention is a way that is wrong and dirty.

I should really go back to bed, but I'm riveted as I watch him grab the back of her head and forcing her head down until she chokes. He doesn't let up until she taps frantically on his thighs.

"I told you before." He says in a low, dangerous voice. "If you can't handle this dick, don't come around to fuck."

She sits back on her haunches, her back heaving as she takes in desperate breaths while he sits there like a king.

"I can handle it." She replies. "Please, would you fuck me?"

She's begging him, and it should be a huge turn-off that she's allowing him to treat her like this, yet I'm licking my lips like I want to be her.

What am I doing?

I'm spying on my brother like a pervert. I've completely gone and lost my mind.

And why the hell does my panties suddenly feel so slick? I'm going to hell for doing this, for watching him.

I rub my legs together, almost making a sound when he gracefully gets up from the couch like a panther, fully naked. I've never seen a man naked in real life before, certainly not at this age, but I know that Cole Brown is a masterpiece. His body that is honed to be one of the best athletes in his sport, looks like it's carved from stone, the light of the TV bouncing off every hard plane like it's a paid actor.

It's like I'm seeing for the first time.

Everything about him is so beautiful. I've always thought that dicks are weird, but Cole's is long and thick, and slightly curving to the left, making me wonder what it would feel like to be the girl in front of him on her knees.

I'm imagining it's me whose hair he is twirling around his fist and feeding his cock to.

What does he taste like?

Would he make me choke like he's doing to her now?

He holds her head steady as he starts thrusting in and out of her mouth, the gurgling sound of her trying to keep up with him reverberating around the room.

"Good girl. "He praises her. "I think you've deserved to get fucked, don't you?"

She nods on his cock, and he takes a step back, reaching for the jeans he was wearing earlier. He retrieves his wallet and takes out a condom, rolling the rubber over his thick cock.

Stacey quickly gets undressed, and then she climbs onto the couch on her knees, spreading her legs wide and looking over her shoulder at Cole.

But Cole isn't looking at her.

Instead, he's looking at the very spot I'm hiding at.