Connor stood dumbfounded in the dark. What the fuck just happened?

Murphy had been in Jonathan's apartment for hours, doing God knows what, while Connor paced across the street. The entire time Murphy was inside, Connor felt like he was going nuts. This wasn't his usual "worry about Murphy" feeling, this was different, this was new. He felt something deep in his heart he couldn't explain. Connor felt...jealous, but that made no sense, none at all.

When the door finally opened, Connor watched his brother follow Jonathan to his car, he listened to Murphy argue about not needing a ride home. Jonathan seemed unaffected by Murphy's words, he almost seemed amused, he acted like he knew what was best for Murph. That pissed Connor off...only he knew what was best for Murph, not that fucker.

Usually Murphy's stubbornness wore people down but this time, Murphy didn't put up much of a fight, hardly any at all. Connor had seen his headstrong brother dig his heels in on many occasions but this was nothing, it was like he wanted Jonathan to drive him home. Murphy even let Jonathan hold the door for him while he got in the car.

Connor was frozen in place, staring at the receding car, watching Jonathan drive off with his brother. Connor watched that fucker take his twin away.

All the way home, Connor thought about the situation, he stewed over it. Murphy lied about his "date," it wasn't with Charlotte, it was Jonathan he met on the sly. Murphy snuck around behind Connor's back. He'd never done that before, not ever, and Connor couldn't help but feel hurt & confused.

There was something about Jonathan that rubbed Connor wrong...he had the oddest feeling about the man. Maybe it was the way Jonathan looked at Murph, like he owned him, or maybe it was just Connor's jealousy taking hold. Whatever the reason, Connor just didn't like Murphy spending time with Jonathan.

Connor walked as fast as he could toward home, breaking into a run as often as his lungs would allow. He was almost home when Jonathan's car passed him going the other way, devoid of his brother. Connor glared at the vehicle as it whizzed by, he thought he missed that prick's car, it shouldn't have taken that long just to drop off Murph...what the hell were they doing?

Murphy needed to wank. After the kiss Jonathan gave him in the car, after the way Jonathan whispered in his ear how much he wanted him, after he sucked on his neck...Murphy was hot & bothered, and rock hard.

He still couldn't believe he let Jonathan kiss him in the car. It went against his better judgment but after the evening they'd had, he just couldn't say no. So when Jonathan pulled the car to the side of the road & told him how happy he was that Murphy chose him, when he asked for "just a little kiss goodnight," Murphy happily nodded. He wanted Jonathan's mouth on his, he wanted that kiss more than anything, he wanted Jonathan to touch him. It was worth the risk.

Murphy could still picture Jonathan's smile when Murphy nodded, he could picture his eyes filled with desire as he took Murphy by the chin & kissed him, he could still see the look of disappointment on Jonathan's face when they parted for the night.

And as Murphy stood naked in his bathroom, his thick dick in his hand, he could still taste Jonathan on his lips.

Connor entered their quiet bedroom, almost tripping over Murphy's clothes which were scattered across the floor. It looked like Murphy stripped off his clothes in his haste to get to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing that led to the closed door. Connor quickly walked to the bathroom door, pausing to listen, afraid Murphy was sick.

When he heard Murph moan & whisper "oh fuck," Connor lifted his hand to the doorknob, ready to burst inside to take care of his sick twin. But the sound of Murphy panting stopped Connor before he could turn the doorknob. That sound wasn't the sound of his twin being sick, it wasn't the sound of his brother with the flu...it was the sound of Murphy wanking.

Connor released the doorknob, pressing his ear against the door, listening carefully. He was only listening to make sure Murph really wasn't sick, that's all, he wasn't listening for any other reason. Connor heard the quick little moans, grunts really, coming from behind the door followed by another curse from Murphy's lips.

Connor smiled, his brother had such a trash mouth, even when jerking off. Murphy's moans actually sounded kind of sexy and Connor wondered who Murphy was thinking about as he played with himself.

Murphy was close to cumming, his hand working faster as he stroked himself, his eyes clenched shut. His thoughts were of Jonathan when he first touched himself...how Jonathan kissed, how he smelled, how he tasted...how he'd fuck. But somewhere between that first touch & the current pull on his dick, Jonathan changed to Connor. It was always Connor who Murphy thought of when he came, it was always Connor's name on his lips, in every way it was always Connor. This time was no exception.

Connor felt his hand drift to his cock, he couldn't help himself, Murphy's sounds were turning him on. He squeezed himself through his jeans, pressing his palm into his stiffening dick as he rested his forehead against the door & continued to listen to his twin. Connor closed his eyes, his hand grinding, his breathing growing as heavy as what he was listening to. He told himself to stop, he told himself Murphy deserved privacy, he told himself to walk away. But he didn't, he couldn't.

Connor stayed. Connor listened. Connor touched himself.

Murphy's orgasm brought him to his knees, his unfettered moan echoing in the room, his cum covering his hand in sticky gobs. He wasn't quiet in the least and he thanked God Connor wasn't home, he'd never live it down if Connor heard him cum so loudly. He stayed on his knees as he struggled to catch his breath, his body glistening with sweat, his dick slowly softening in his grip.

Connor froze in place, squeezing himself firmly as he heard Murphy cum. He wished he could see Murph's face just before his orgasm took hold & then watch him ride out the sensation, watch his features contort in pleasure. Connor remembered how his twin looked that time Murphy humped him in bed, when Murph had been out of control & couldn't stop...when he'd watch Murphy cum.

Murphy had looked beautiful.

There was no more noise from the bathroom, not a peep, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Connor didn't dare move. If he moved, the floor might creak & his twin would know he was just outside the door, listening. He couldn't get caught, he'd never be able to explain standing there with a hard-on. Murph would never understand...He didn't understand. So Connor stood motionless, he held himself & he waited.

When Murphy turned the faucet on to clean himself, Connor quickly left the room & went outside, not stopping until he reached the back of the barn where he'd be hidden in the shadows. He unzipped & pulled his still hard prick out, fisting himself.

Listening to Murph jerk off had Connor close to cumming and he didn't need much more to shoot his load. He crumbled to his knees when he felt his balls tightening & he bit his lip to remain quiet, not wanting his voice to draw any attention. A half dozen fist pumps later had Connor shooting his cum into the dirt, carefully avoiding his jeans but unable to avoid his hand. He struggled to catch his breath, his heavy breathing louder than he wanted...this orgasm was the most intense one he'd ever had.

Connor shook his head, he'd invaded his brother's most private moment. He'd gotten hard...he'd jerked off...because of Murph. Try as he might, he couldn't understand what possessed him to not only listen to Murphy play with himself, but to touch his own cock while he listened. And then to cum so hard because of it.

Connor pushed the thought from his mind, he couldn't think about all that right now, he'd figure it out later. He leaned to the side & wiped his hand in a patch of grass before tucking himself back into his jeans. He stood & adjusted his balls, his eyes on their bedroom window before slowly walking back to the house.

Connor made as much noise as he could going up the stairs to their bedroom, he wanted Murphy to think he was just getting home. Murphy was sitting on his bed in clean boxers & he smiled when Connor entered the room. Connor smiled back, grateful he didn't blush like his brother. He noticed Murphy had picked up the clothes from the floor...Connor must have been outside longer than he thought.

"So how is Charlotte?"

He locked eyes with Murphy, wondering if he would tell the truth.

"She's good."

"You went there right after school?" Murphy nodded, sticking to his lie. "What did they have for supper?"

"Baked chicken, mashed potatoes and corn. It was good." No hesitation, no staring at Connor's feet, Murphy had practiced his lie.

"She a good kisser?"

"Yeah, real good. In fact, I'm going over again tomorrow after school. I'll probably be out late, so you don't have to wait up for me." Again, no hesitation. Again, a practiced response...Murph was getting good at lying.

"You don't say? Two nights in a row?"

Murphy nodded, starting to look slightly nervous...two nights in a row didn't seem like too much when you liked someone. And he liked Jonathan.

"You should invite her here instead, Murph. I'd like to meet her, seeing as you seem to like her so much."

Murphy's eyes widened, Connor couldn't talk to Charlotte, that would ruin everything...she was his lie, not his girl. "She's really shy, Connor. Please don't say anything to her, you'll ruin my chances if you do."

"Shy, huh?" Connor let his brother sweat for a moment, he let him stare with wide eyes waiting for an answer, an answer Connor said very slowly. "Well I wouldn't want to ruin your chances with her."

Murphy relaxed visibly when Connor relented. His lie was safe. For now.

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Murph? Anything at all?"

Murphy didn't know why Connor was asking him that question. His lie about Charlotte was completely believable, there were no holes in it, no way for Connor to know it was anything but the truth.

"No...there's nothing to tell. I just like her a lot, s'all, no big deal."

"No big deal. Okay, Murph." But to Connor it was a big deal, a very big deal. It was a lie Murphy kept telling, over and over. It was a lie that involved Jonathan in some way. It was a lie that Connor didn't like one bit.

Connor knew Murphy was going to Jonathan's again tomorrow. What he didn't know was why.