Looking for the Notepad

Danny stumbled into his room, his skin still damp from the shower, his cock limp and spent. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the sounds of Sam’s moans and the wet slap of flesh from the bathroom. His breath shuddered as he pressed his forehead against the cool wood of the door, his fingers trembling where they gripped the frame.

His reflection in the mirror across the room was pale, his eyes wide,haunted. He couldn’t look away from himself, from the way his body seemed to shrink under his own gaze.

Danny’s fingers dug into his palms, nails biting crescent moons into his skin as he pushed off the door. The mirror still held him captive, his hollowed expression, the tremor in his lower lip, it was him, but it didn't feel like him. He had to find someway to make it all go back to normal.

The notepad.

He lurched forward, knees nearly buckling as he yanked open the top drawer of his dresser, clothes spilling out in a tangle. Nothing. The second drawer screeched on its tracks, his hands frantic as they shoved aside crumpled shirts, socks, still nothing. A choked sound escaped him, half-groan, half-sob, as he dropped to his knees beside the bed. He ed Sams words, his step bro had hidden it. Shit.

He figured, the best place to start was his step brothers room. Danny’s breath hitched as he crept toward his stepbrother’s door, his bare feet silent on the carpet. The wood under his fingertips was cool, the brass knob turning with agonizing slowness,please don’t creak, please don’t creak, but the hinges groaned anyway, sharp in the hush of the hallway.

The room smelled like sweat and sex, the sheets still tangled from earlier. His eyes darted to the nightstand, the dresser, the desk where would he hide it? His pulse hammered in his throat as he yanked open the top drawer... nothing.

He decided to reach around the bed, he felt a little sick, knowing it was the site of their fucking, but he had to find the notepad. His fingers brushed against something cold, not the notepad, but his stepbrother’s phone, left carelessly on the rumpled sheets. His breath stuttered as he snatched it up, the screen flickering to life beneath his trembling thumb. No .

The glow illuminated his face,casting sharp shadows across his hollowed cheeks as the video played on the cracked screen. Sam’s moans, high and ****, spilled from the speakers, on screen, she was on her back, begging to be fucked.

Danny’s stomach twisted. His fingers tightened around the phone, his own ragged breath loud in his ears. He couldn't believe Sam had gotten so into this.

Danny’s breath caught as the moans from the shower cut off abruptly, silence now, save for the hiss of water hitting tile. His fingers froze over the phone’s screen, the video still playing, Sam’s ecstatic cries tinny in his palm. A droplet of sweat slid down his temple.

Then, footsteps. Wet, heavy, approaching from the hallway.

The phone clattered onto the mattress as Danny whirled, heart hammering against his ribs. The bedroom door stood slightly ajar, shadows stretching across the carpet. A creak. A shift of weight.

Too late.

The door swung open with a slow, deliberate creak, and Danny’s breath seized in his throat. His stepbrother stood there, water still glistening on his broad shoulders, his smirk lazy and knowing. Sam was pressed against him, her fingers curled possessively around his bicep, her lips swollen and her skin flushed from the shower.

His stepbrother’s eyes flicked to the clearly moved phone, then back to Danny, his grin widening.

“Looking for something?” His voice was thick with amusement, and Sam giggled against his shoulder, her nails raking down his chest.

Danny’s mouth went dry. His stepbrother took a slow step forward, water dripping from his body onto the carpet, each drop sounding too loud in the silence. Sam’s fingers trailed lower, teasing over the ridges of his abs before curling around the base of his cock, working it thick and hard again.

“You’ll never find the notepad,” his stepbrother murmured, tilting his head as if amused by Danny’s desperation, "I like things the way they are now, I turned you back, that should be enough, now let us have our fun!"

Danny’s fingers curled into fists at his sides, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He **** himself to stand straighter, meeting his stepbrother’s mocking gaze despite the way his legs trembled.

"You don’t get to decide what happens to her," Danny said, his voice shaking but louder than before. "Sam wasn’t like this, she wasn’t this before you messed with her head."

His stepbrother’s smirk only deepened, and Sam let out a breathy laugh, her fingers still lazily stroking his cock. "Oh, Danny, he hasn't done anything to me" she sighed, rolling her eyes, "You turned me into this, I've never felt so great!"

Sam’s fingers tightened around Danny's stepbrother’s cock, her smirk sharpening as she watched Danny’s face crumple. "You could’ve felt this too," she purred, dragging her thumb over the swollen head, smearing precum down the thick shaft. "All those times you whimpered as a girl,you liked it. You came harder than you ever have with this pathetic little thing." She brushed his crotch.

"Or maybe... you're jealous it isn't you getting to fuck me..." She stepped back,

"That's not it I...."

"Can't even get a word out!" His step brother laughed, "We're gonna get back to our fun, if you wanna leave you can, but I don't mind if you stay here!" he laughed, and took Sam back in his embrace, kissing her wildly.

Danny stood frozen... he had to find the notepad.