Chapter 121: Chapter 121

\[ MY BROTHERS MASSIVE D \]

\# PAULINA \]

I stood entirely frozen in the dim lighting of the hallway, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I listened to the heavy rush of the shower water. Stepping forward on absolute tiptoe, I moved silently across the carpet of my brother’s room, drawn toward the warm steam drifting out into the bedroom.

As expected, the bathroom door was left slightly ajar, casting a narrow sliver of bright light across the floor.

Peeking through the gap, the thick mist partially cleared to reveal him standing directly under the spray. My breath caught instantly in my throat, my eyes widening as I took in the sheer size of him—the massive, heavy length completely exposed as the water slicked down his skin. It was the exact sight I had imagined so many times, the very thing he used when he brought girls back to his room, their muffled moans echoing through the walls late at night.

A sharp spike of adrenaline and pure heat shot straight down to my core. Pressing my back slightly against the wall to stay out of sight, I instinctively slid my hand down past the waistband of my shorts, sinking my fingers deep into my damp panties. The heat radiating from my own skin was overwhelming.

Inside the bathroom, he shifted his weight, completely oblivious to my presence. He reached down, lifting his large, heavy balls to wash thoroughly underneath them, the water cascading over his muscular thighs. I bit down hard on my lower lip, the sudden, intense friction of my fingers driving a wave of pleasure through me so sharp that I had to clench my jaw completely shut to stop a loud moan from escaping into the quiet room.

He reached for the bar of soap, working up a thick, white lather between his palms before rubbing it over his chest and down his flat stomach. Every movement was entirely casual, completely natural, but from my hiding place behind the door, it felt incredibly intense. The muscles in his back and shoulders flexed under the streaming water, slick and glistening in the bright light.

My fingers moved faster inside my panties, the friction growing slicker and louder against my own heat. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I watched the soap suds slide down his hips, clinging to the dark hair at his groin and tracing the heavy, thick length of his shaft as it swayed slightly under the pressure of the water. The sheer danger of getting caught right outside his shower door made my heart race so fast it felt deafening.

He tilted his head back, letting the water spray directly onto his face, his eyes closed as he ran both hands through his wet hair to slick it back.

Taking advantage of the moment, I leaned a fraction of an inch closer to the gap, my breathing shallow and completely ragged. I rubbed my thumb hard against my swollen clit, my hips giving a small, helpless twitch as the pleasure began to coil tightly in my stomach. I bit my bottom lip until it hurt, desperate to swallow the gasp that was clawing its way up my throat. He was so close I could smell the sharp, clean scent of his body wash mixing with the hot steam, filling the small space until I felt completely lightheaded.

I closed my eyes tightly, completely giving in to the rush of adrenaline and the sharp heat pooling in my lower body. The safety of the dark behind my eyelids made the danger vanish for a split second, leaving only the intense sensation of my own fingers moving at a frantic, breathless pace.

I rubbed my swollen clit fast, my touch growing slick and desperate as the friction drove me rapidly toward the edge. Every stroke was electric, fueled by the heavy sound of the rushing water just feet away and the raw visual burned into my mind.

My hips twitched forward instinctively, chasing the pressure. My breathing turned into a series of shallow, ragged stutters, and I had to bury my face into the crook of my elbow, biting down hard on my own skin to stifle the whimpers building in my chest. The pleasure gathered tight and heavy, coiling like a spring until my entire body went rigid, my toes curling against the carpet as the first sharp waves of a climax began to ripple through me.

The sudden grip around my wrist was so tight and unexpected that the sound ripped out of me before I could stop it.

"Ahh!"

Before the echo of my scream could even fade against the tiled walls, the bathroom door was yanked wide open. The heavy, humid steam rushed over my face as I was violently pulled forward, my feet stumbling over the threshold. My hand flew out of my panties, completely soaked and trembling, as I lost my balance entirely.

The door slammed shut behind me with a loud, definitive thud, the lock clicking into place a second later.

I gasped for air, my heart hammering so violently against my ribs it felt painful. I looked up, blinking through the thick moisture in the room, and found myself pinned flat against the cool tile wall. Standing directly in front of me was my brother, completely naked, water dripping from his broad shoulders and pooling on the floor between us. His chest was heaving, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made the room feel completely suffocating.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl that vibrated through the small space.

He didn't step back. Instead, he leaned in closer, trapping me between his muscular frame and the wall. His gaze slowly traveled down my flushed face, tracking the ragged rise and fall of my chest before landing directly on my wet, trembling hand.

"I... I was just..." The words died in my throat, my voice cracking under the weight of his stare. I tried to pull my wrist back, but his grip remained unyielding, a warm, heavy band locking me in place against the cool bathroom tiles.

He didn't say a word, his silence filling the steamed-up room until the tension felt thick enough to suffocate me. Water droplets rolled down his chest, tracking over the hard lines of his stomach before dripping onto the floor right between my feet. Every single instinct told me to look away, to hide the burning flush on my face, but his dark gaze kept me completely pinned.

"You were watching me," he stated. It wasn't a question. His voice was incredibly low, a quiet, rough rumble that seemed to vibrate straight through the wall behind my back.

He stepped a fraction of an inch closer, his chest nearly brushing against my damp shirt. The sharp, clean scent of his soap mixed with the heavy heat of the room, making my head spin. He slowly lowered his gaze, his eyes tracing the way my breath came in short, ragged gasps before locking onto my hand, which was still shaking from the interrupted climax.

"And you were touching yourself right outside my door," he murmured, his fingers tightening slightly around my wrist as he lifted my hand between us, exposing my slick, trembling fingers to the bright light. "Tell me I'm wrong."

"No, I wasn't," I gasped out, the lie sounding incredibly weak and breathy even to my own ears. I tried to pull my gaze away from his, my cheeks burning with a deep, furious flush as I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the floor would just swallow me whole.

A low, dark chuckle vibrated in his chest, entirely mocking my denial. He didn't drop his grip on my wrist. Instead, he used his other hand to grip my chin, his fingers firm as he forced my face back up, making me look directly into his unyielding eyes.

"Really?" he murmured, his voice dropping into a rough, dangerous whisper that sent a sharp shiver straight down my spine. He leaned in so close his warm, damp breath brushed against my lips. "Then prove it. Show me your pussy."

My breath caught completely in my throat, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs. The demand hung heavily in the steamed-up air between us, raw and absolute. He slowly lowered his gaze, his eyes tracking down the length of my body to where my hand had been just moments before, waiting to see if I would comply or if he would have to take matters into his own hands.

When I didn't move fast enough, his patience snapped. Before I could even process the demand, his hands locked around my waist with bruising force. He lifted me effortlessly into the air, my feet leaving the wet tile floor as he carried me the short distance to the counter.

With a heavy thud, he sat me down directly on the cold porcelain of the sink.

"Miss Dave—" The name slipped out of my mouth in a panicked, breathless gasp, the old workplace authority completely failing me in the raw reality of his bathroom.

He didn't care about titles. Standing right between my thighs, he gripped my knees and forced my legs wide apart, spreading them fully in front of him under the bright, harsh bathroom lights. The cool air of the room hit my bare skin, making me shiver violently as he leaned his heavy, muscular frame over me, pinning me down with his gaze.

"You don't get to lie to me," he growled, his eyes locking onto the damp center of my panties, completely exposed to him now. "Now let me see exactly what you were doing out there."

With a quick, rough tug, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them completely off my legs, tossing the damp fabric onto the bathroom floor.

"Dave..." I gasped, my voice cracking as the cool, humid air hit my bare skin. My hands gripped the edges of the porcelain sink for balance, my face burning with a mix of intense heat and absolute shock.

Dave didn't step back. He stood right between my spread thighs, his eyes locked onto my wet, swollen center, completely exposed to him now under the bright lights. The sheer size of him was brushing against the inside of my knee, hot and intimidatingly heavy.

"Look at you," Dave murmured, his voice dropping into a low, rough rumble as he reached down, his large, warm fingers parting my lips to reveal just how drenched I truly was. "You're soaking wet. And you really tried to tell me you weren't watching?"

My eyes dropped down completely against my own will, locking onto his thick, heavy length. Right before my eyes, it was twitching and growing even longer, the dark veins pulsing under the tight skin as the sheer heat of having me pinned on the sink took over. It looked massive, completely filling the space between my thighs.

Dave noticed exactly where I was looking. A dark, confident smile touched his lips as he stepped a fraction of an inch closer, the hot, rigid tip of his shaft brushing right against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

"You want that, don't you?" he asked, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly whisper that vibrated straight through my bones.

I swallowed hard, my fingers clawing tightly into the edges of the porcelain sink. My breathing was so shallow and fast I could barely get the air into my lungs. The raw size of him was completely terrifying, but the ache pooling deep between my legs was growing heavier by the second.

"Tell me," he commanded softly, his hand sliding up my thigh to grip my hip, anchoring me firmly in place as he leaned over me. "Tell me you want it."

"Give it to me hard," I whispered, the words finally tumbling out of my mouth in a breathless rush. "The same way you do to the girls you bring over."

Dave's eyes darkened instantly, his grip on my hips tightening until it was almost bruising. A low, dangerous growl vibrated in his chest at the confession.

"You've been listening, haven't you?" he murmured, his voice incredibly rough as he leaned his weight forward, pressing his hard, muscular chest right against mine. "You sat out there in the hall listening to exactly how I break them."

He didn't hesitate for another second. Gripping my thighs, he pulled me right to the very edge of the porcelain sink, forcing my legs to wrap tightly around his waist. He aligned the thick, blunt head of his shaft directly against my drenched, aching center. The sudden, intense heat of him making direct contact made me gasp, my fingers clawing desperately at his shoulders for anchor.

"If you want it like them, you better hold on tight," Dave commanded darkly.

With a sudden, unyielding drive, he slammed his hips forward, burying his massive length deep inside me in one heavy, brutal thrust. A loud, sharp shriek tore from my throat as my body stretched completely taut around him, the sheer force of the impact sending a loud, echoing slap through the steamed-up bathroom.