Caught

Caught

Svetlana Mega

Taboo Dreams

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Caught

"Hurry up in there, Ian! I need to pee!" Ivy's impatient voice echoed through the thin walls of the bathroom. Ian's heart skipped a beat. He had snuck in for some private time, thinking the house was empty. The sound of the doorknob jiggling made him freeze mid-stroke. "It's occupied!" he yelped, his voice a pitch too high. Ivy's footsteps retreated, and Ian let out a sigh of relief, his heart thumping in his chest like a drum.

He had barely had time to recover when the door burst open and Ivy stormed in. Her eyes widened as she caught him in the act. "What the fuck are you doing?" she yelled, her cheeks flushing a deep red. Ian's face mirrored hers in color as he frantically tried to cover himself with the towel that was hanging over the shower curtain. The bathroom was small and steamy, the only light coming from the dim bulb above the sink, casting long shadows that didn't quite manage to hide his mortification.

Ian's brain was racing, trying to come up with some sort of excuse, but his mouth had gone dry and no words would form. Ivy's eyes darted down to his crotch, and she took in the scene with a mix of horror and fascination. The silence between them grew heavier, and Ian's fear began to give way to a new emotion—embarrassment. He had always had a bit of a crush on Ivy, but he had never imagined she'd see him like this. He could feel his cheeks burning, and he was sure his ears were bright red. Ivy, for her part, seemed torn between slapping him and laughing.

After a few long seconds, Ivy spoke, her voice low and tinged with a hint of amusement. "Well, that's one way to keep warm in the winter." Ian looked up at her, hopeful that she might be joking, but her expression was unreadable. Ivy stepped closer to him, her eyes never leaving his crotch. He swallowed hard, feeling incredibly exposed. "It's not what it looks like," he stammered, trying to find the right words to explain the situation. Ivy raised an eyebrow. "It's not?"

She leaned against the sink, crossing her arms over her chest. "So, you don't do this all the time?" Her tone was casual, but the question was loaded. Ian felt a knot form in his stomach. He had been caught a couple of times before by Ivy, always at the worst moments. "I-I mean, everyone does it, right?" Ivy nodded slowly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Everyone does, but not everyone does it with the door wide open." Ian felt his face get hotter. "I thought you weren't home." Ivy chuckled, "Well, apparently, you thought wrong."

The tension in the room was palpable, thick like the fog that clung to the mirror from Ian's recent shower. Ivy took another step closer to him, and Ian felt his cock twitch involuntarily. Ivy's eyes followed the movement, and she licked her lips. "You know what?" she said, her voice a little softer now. "I think I'd like to watch." Ian's eyes widened in shock. "What?" Ivy nodded, "I want to see how my little brother does it."

Ian's mind raced. He had never thought about Ivy watching him before, but now that the idea was out there, it was all he could think about. His body was responding to her proximity, his cock growing harder despite the absurdity of the situation. Ivy leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Don't worry," she whispered. "It'll be our little secret." Ian's hands trembled as he reached for his towel, his heart racing. Ivy grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "Leave it," she said firmly. "I want to see all of you."

He swallowed hard and nodded, his cheeks flaming as Ivy took a step back to give him some space. She leaned against the sink, her eyes never leaving his. Ian felt a strange mix of arousal and anxiety as he started to stroke himself again, trying to ignore the fact that his sister was watching. Ivy's gaze was intense, studying his every movement as if it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. The steam from the shower had made her hair curl slightly, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

As he jerked off, Ivy's eyes roamed over his body, taking in his defined abs and the muscles in his arms. She had always known Ian was attractive, but seeing him like this was something else entirely. She couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the power she had over him in this moment. The way he looked at her, so vulnerable and exposed, only served to fuel her own curiosity and desire. Ivy's breath hitched as she watched Ian's hand move faster, his grip tightening around his shaft.

Ian couldn't believe what was happening. Just minutes ago, he had been a typical teenage boy, enjoying a solo session in the safety of his own bathroom. Now, his older sister, the girl he had fantasized about for years, was not just watching but seemingly enjoying the show. It was as if he had stumbled into one of his wildest dreams. Ivy's eyes never left him, her expression a mix of amusement and something more... something that made him feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure if she'd push him or pull him closer.

With Ivy's gaze on him, Ian's arousal was a whirlwind of emotions. He was scared—what if she told their parents? What if she laughed at him? But he was also incredibly turned on. He had never felt so exposed, so... desired. His hand moved over his cock, his strokes becoming more frantic as he tried to reach climax. Yet, with the pressure of her watching and the fear of being caught, he found himself unable to cum. His body was a bundle of nerves, his mind racing with the possible consequences of their newfound shared secret.

Ivy, however, was growing more and more impatient. She had never seen anything like this before, and while she had felt a twinge of excitement, she wasn't sure if she wanted to watch her brother jerk off in the bathroom forever. "Faster," she said, her voice low and urgent. "Come on, Ian, you can do it." The command in her tone was unmistakable, and Ian felt a shiver run down his spine. He had never heard Ivy sound so... authoritative before. It was weird, but also... hot.

He tried to pick up the pace, his hand moving more rapidly over his shaft. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the fear that she'd tell someone, that this moment would go beyond the walls of this tiny, steamy room. His strokes grew erratic, his breathing shallow and fast. Ivy's eyes never left his face, and she could see the fear in his eyes, the desperation to please her, and something else—desire. The sight of his cock, red and straining, made her own pussy throb.

With a sudden decision, Ivy stepped closer and reached out, placing her hand over his. "Let me help," she said, her voice soft and seductive. Ian's eyes snapped up to meet hers, full of shock and confusion. Ivy's hand felt warm and familiar, yet entirely alien in this context. She began to guide his hand, showing him the rhythm she knew he liked. "Like this," she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek.