Ever since Wade, my brother, graduated college, we've been living together in our apartment to save on rent. Even though he's just a year younger than me, he's more built than I am. He's an inch taller than I am, and--whereas my frame is rather lean--he looks like a typical jock. Our parents may not have had a favorite, but our genetics definitely did.
I'd gotten used to it by now. Whenever I'd bring home a boy, I knew they would check Wade out if he happened to be home. It never bothered me, though; my brother isn't interested in men.
Lately, I'd been seeing Luke, an Asian boy. Also a recent college grad, Luke is more of a twunk. He's a perfectly nice guy, but I'm more interested in him below the waist. At five-foot-five with a firm runner's butt, Luke is every bit the ideal submissive bottom.
Sometimes, Luke ends up sleeping overnight with me. It usually happens when it's late at night and he's too worn out by our sex to head back home. He's met Wade, of course, but their interactions were always minimal at best. I guess that's why I was so surprised when I caught Luke cheating on me with him.
Last weekend, Luke had decided to spend the night in my bed. I'm usually a deep sleeper, but I woke in the middle of the night because I needed to take a leak. After I finished, I stumbled back to my bed, still half-asleep, before noticing that Luke wasn't there anymore.
Whatever. "I guess he decided to go home," I thought to myself. I was too tired to care. I laid back down and was about to close my eyes when I thought I heard something.
It was a sort of bumping noise, but then it was gone. Maybe I had imagined it. Maybe it came from one of the neighboring apartments. Then--
There it was again. Bump, bump, bump. It was almost rhythmic. Actually, it was kind of distracting. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I also wanted to know. Against my better judgment, I got out of bed and went to find out.
Wade's bedroom is on the other side of the apartment, but the sound seemed to be coming from that direction. His door was shut. I quietly moved closer to it so as to not disturb him. Bump, bump, bump. The sound was definitely coming from his room.
I rolled my eyes. Wade was probably fucking some girl he'd evidently brought home. I started to head back to my own bedroom.
"...that's a good boy..."
Wade's voice was coming through the door. But--did I hear correctly? Did he say boy? A sinking feeling began to bubble up within me.
I was petrified. I wanted--no, needed--to know.
Wade's voice was low, and I needed to hear what he was saying. I crept closer.
"...there you go, get all of it inside. That's a good boy," I heard Wade say. Since I couldn't see what was happening, my imagination started going wild. Was my brother really about to fuck a guy?
"Oh, fuck," the other person moaned.
