I opened my eyes slowly, faintly aware of the aggressive bangs that were echoing around our house.
Jesse was still underneath me, so I pressed my lips tenderly against his jaw. We were wrapped in each other, his legs still locked firmly around me. He opened his eyes slowly.
"What's that?" He asked, groggy. I rested my head in the crook of his neck.
"Mm, no idea. Maybe they're doing something next door." I said, before beginning to suck on his neck. He moaned softly beneath me, his fingers tangled in my hair.
The banging stopped. I continued sucking on my brother's neck, grinding my hips against his. I was so ready for round two.
My cell started ringing, and I groaned and pulled away from Jesse, cursing under my breath. I sat upright, between Jesse's legs and reached for my phone, flipping it open with an exaggerated sigh.
"Hello?" I said dully.
"Son! Where are you? I'm outside, let me in."
I think in that instant I was paler than Jesse. My blood froze in my veins.
"Be right there." It was a whisper. I turned my phone off.
"Who was it?" Jesse asked, sitting up, placing his hands on my shoulders, rubbing my arms tenderly. I looked into his green eyes.
"Dad."
We just looked at each other, not moving. And then, in unison, both of us scrambled off the bed. I began pulling on whatever clothes were nearest to my bed, and so did Jesse.
"No, Jess, go shower. Seriously, right now." I told him, before running down the stairs. Jesse would blow our cover. Especially with my cum still in his ass.
I threw open the door, breathless.
"Hi Dad." I said, offering a small smile.
"What the hell were you doing? Couldn't you hear me knocking?" He asked, walking past me, into the living room. I sighed deeply, shutting the door behind him.
He's scary. When he's mad, he's terrifying. He's a university professor and he looks like one. If the harsh, judgemental eyes didn't tip you off, the pointed chin, glasses and boring grey suits would.
I talk a pretty big game about standing up to him, but there's no way I'm letting him find out about Jesse and I. He would, in all seriousness, probably have us locked up in jail.
"Sorry Dad, I was sleeping. I was up late last night." I said quickly. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Doing what?"
"I was with a girl."
"What's her name?"
"Jennifer."
We were firing off questions and answers like bullets from an automatic. I knew that telling him I'd been with a girl would get me some points, I just hoped Jesse could do the same. My father was always more critical of him.
When I had answered enough of his questions he settled onto the sofa with his suitcase and I headed to the kitchen to make him a coffee. He didn't ask for one, and I didn't offer. It was just routine.
"So, Dad, why the surprise visit?" I asked cautiously, handing him the warm drink.
"I came to make sure you boys were doing alright. Well, more your brother than you. I'm worried about what he's turned into without my influence. Also, Marcus called me, wanted to get together. Good timing, I guess. " He said, sipping his coffee. I gritted my teeth. Marcus Richards is my English Literature teacher. So, my father couldn't only fuck up my romantic life, he had to fuck up my academic life too. Great.
"How long do you plan on staying?"
"A week or so. We'll see. Where is your brother?"
