Malcolm shook his head, he shouldn't be doing this. He had literally one minute to wash his entire body, why was he wasting time with his fingers around his cock? Who was he kidding, he knew why. There wasn't anything better to do in this God forsaken place.
And no more private place to do it.
Except maybe the garage. But who wants to beat off out there?
Yet even with every tug of his cock, it still wasn't enough. It was never enough. He needed more. He needed more last time too, only he couldn't bring himself to do it then. Malcolm closed his eyes, keeping his left hand engulfing his cock as his right hand ventured backward. His fingers slid over his sopping hip, his bare mound of a cheek, before finally stalling on the cleft of his buttocks. His fingers quickly disappeared down into the crack, his middle finger leading the way until it rested upon his opening. An opening that was begging for it.
Malcolm took a deep breath, forcing the air into his lungs before holding it there, as though he were afraid of something. But what? Afraid that what he was about to do might hurt?
Yes.
Afraid that some inconsiderate buttmunch might suddenly invade the bathroom and yank the shower curtain back right when he was on the brink of an orgasm? No he couldn't think like that.
He was wasting time.
Precious time.
Surely even they would have the decency not to bother him while he was in the shower.
Wait.
Who was he kidding?
Malcolm shook the intrusive thoughts from his head before pressing the tip of his finger through the threshold. He was finally penetrating himself. He couldn't believe it. He was actually doing this.
But now what?
His eyes darted from the shower head to the array of half empty shampoo bottles, as though hoping one of them would offer the solution. He began to massage the inside wall before pushing it in further, wondering just how far it would go.
An edge of discomfort began to give way to tiny pulses of pleasure as Malcolm found himself craving more.
This was so much more fulfilling than just touching his cock.
He slid another finger in, his opening absorbing the intrusion and returning a pressure that absolved itself into pleasure.
Why hadn't he tried this sooner? It's not gay, is it?
Who cares right now, he didn't want to think about that as an orgasm finally felt within his grasp.
He was so close.
Suddenly the shower curtain was yanked open and his worst nightmare was realised.
No.
This couldn't be happening.
Oh fuck.
Malcolm held his breath, he didn't dare turn around as his eyes remained fixed to the shower tap. He couldn't look around, not now. The humiliation would be too great.
Who was there?
Please don't let it be Reese.
Not that any other member of his family would be any better but he was definitely the worst possible outcome.
Malcolm grimaced as his body froze, refusing to obey the commands of his mind.
"Oh my god no way!"
Reese's voice penetrated his ear like a knife.
Damn it.
"It's not what it looks like." Malcolm's body finally engaged with his brain as he pulled his fingers from his ass, waving his arms frantically, as though doing so would somehow distract his half wit brother from his undeniable erection. Not to mention the fact that his fingers were just up his ass.
"The hell it isn't!" Reese grinned, delight pooling in his eyes as though Christmas had come early. His gaze remained fixed to Malcolm's bare backside as though he couldn't believe what he was witnessing.
"Get out of here!" Malcolm stuttered as he attempted to shunt his brother from the shower.
"Not a chance!"
"What do you mean not a chance?" Malcolm screwed up his face.
"This is gold."
Why wasn't the fright making his erection disappear?
Maybe Reese hadn't seen it. Yeah maybe he somehow missed the fact he had been rubbing the inside of his own ass.
"How is this gold?" Malcolm sighed, not bothering to disguise his frustration as he reached for the shower curtain in a vain attempt to hide himself from his brother.
"What do you mean, how is this gold? I totally just caught you with your fingers up your ass! Up your ass! What are you like, queer?" Reese's smile reeked of disgusting amusement, exacerbated only by the boy's shameless ogling of Malcolm's nude body.
"Keep your voice down!"
"Nu uh!"
"What are you staring at?" Malcolm spat as he finally managed to cover his genitals with the shower curtain.
"You."
"Yeah but why?" Malcolm groaned, suddenly feeling more frustrated than stunned.
Seriously though, why? He genuinely wanted to know. Malcolm tilted his head slightly, as though doing so would help him figure out the puzzle before him that was his older brother.
Why would Reese be happy about this?
Surely he wasn't…
No he wasn't gay, he was probably just excited at the prospect of beating up his brother.
"You wait until everyone at school bears about this!" Reese's face suddenly took on a serious expression as he pointed his index finger at his brother.
"No wait! Reese!" Yet even as Malcolm forced the words desperately from his lips he knew it was too late, Reese was gone.
Fuck.
