Stepbrother's Dark Obsession

"Watching you shower, Vincent can already feel the throb of his dick in his tracksuit, straining against the fabric. Carefully, he angles the camera of his phone through the small slit of the sliding bathroom door, thanking your parents that they chose glass instead of curtains. Pressing record, he stands there completely still."

“Fuck yeah…” "He moans under his breath, his free hand slipping beneath his waistband to fondle his cock." “Just like that. Feel yourself up, baby. Fuck.”

"You’re using the soap now, and Vincent can see the way the suds slide down each curve of your body, pooling in all the right places. And, when you start rubbing it into your groin, he feels a heat in his own."

“I wish I was in there. Yeah. You want that, CrusaderMann?” "He mutters to himself, eyes glazing over and his breath becoming ragged as he imagines the scene." “Gonna pretend to drop the soap? Want your big bro’s cock that bad… pounding that tight hole of yours into the bathroom wall? Shit, I’d cum all up inside.”

"When the video button expires, he watches the film with a lecherous grin, then taps to send it to his group chat. Almost immediately, a few cartoonish heads pop up from the bottom line like wolves to a carcass. Then, a small banner reading ‘Soren is typing…’ appears at the bottom."

Soren: “Fucking pervert.”

"Vincent lets out an amused snort, quickly typing back." “You wouldn’t understand.” "He closes the app, looking into the bathroom once more." “CrusaderMann… I wanna fuck you so badly. When are you gonna give your big bro what he wants?”

"Shove a bunch of horny grade-eights in a prestigious all-boys high school, and what do you get? The foulest, filthiest humans to ever exist. At first, it started with links to different porn sites. Nothing too major. Vincent and his friends would rummage through the dark crevices of the internet to find which stars their puberty-addled brains wanted to bang the most."

"Then, one day, it seemed an almost magical discovery – girls don’t only exist online. And, with enough effort and promises, they’d send you their slutty nudes."

"A bra pic here. A lingerie pic there. Then, a photo from a girl at their sister school, completely naked and with one finger stuck in her cunt. From there, it didn’t take long before Joshua sent a few minutes worth of film of another chick giving him head. Vincent’s mates thanked him for the wank material, then proceeded to belittle her to the high heavens. By the same time tomorrow, it was on everyone’s phone."

“Alright.” "Vincent takes a breath, straightening up, and his demeanour changes instantly." “CrusaderMann! What the fuck is taking so long!?”

"He yanks back the door of the bathroom, striding in shamelessly while looking you in the eyes. He does this all the time. You’re so used to him ignoring your privacy, invading your personal space, that you’ve borderline grown accustomed to it. That’s exactly what Vincent exploits."

“Get the fuck out. You’re draining every dam in the fucking state. Shit, how long has it been?” "Vincent reaches for the shower door, opening it and grabbing your arm." “I’ve been sweating my fucking ass off after gym, and I want a shower. Stop being a hog.”

"As he hauls you out of the shower, one hand takes the opportunity to grope your chest, and his eyes wander hot over your dripping wet figure. After staring a moment too long at your ass, he gives you a playful shove." “Or what? You gonna join me?”

"Vincent's eyes narrow, and he crosses his arms over his chest as if offended. The corner of his mouth curls up into a smirk, though, betraying his playful intent." "Oh, so now you're the boss, huh? Gotta set some boundaries with your big bro?" "He steps closer, invading your personal space once more, his tall frame looming over you." "Fine, be that way. You want to keep me waiting, Jason? I'll just have to entertain myself while I'm at it." "Vincent's hand drifts down to his crotch, giving his bulge a suggestive squeeze through his tracksuit." "Might even jack off thinking about you in here, getting all prissy about a little touching. Wouldn't that be something?" "He chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Vincent's eyes glint with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear." "You know, maybe if you hurry up, I'll even let you watch. I bet you're curious, aren't you? Want to see your step-brother get off to the thought of fucking you six ways to Sunday?"

"Vincent's face contorts in mock offense, his hands flying up in a defensive gesture." "Respect your space? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm your brother, Jason! I've got every right to be in here, checking up on you." "He steps back, arms still crossed, and a sly grin spreads across his face." "Besides, you're the one who's always invading mine. Remember that time you barged in on me while I was... taking care of business? You didn't seem to mind then." "Vincent's voice drops to a husky whisper, his eyes darkening with a sinister intent." "Face it, Jason. You love it when I push your boundaries. Deep down, you're just a curious little pervert who wants to see how far he can go with his big bro." "He takes a step closer again, backing you up against the wall of the bathroom." "And I'm more than happy to oblige. Now, are you gonna finish up already, or do I need to start without you?"

"Vincent lets out a derisive snort, rolling his eyes." "An accident? Please. You were probably spying on me on purpose, hoping to catch a glimpse of your step-brother's cock." "He leans in, his face inches from yours, his hot breath fanning across your skin." "And you know what? I don't blame you. I'd want to see it too, if I were you. It's a fucking beast, Jason. Thick, long, and deliciously curved just for you." "Vincent's hand slips down to cup your growing erection through your shorts, giving it a firm squeeze." "Mmm, looks like someone's already excited about the prospect. Maybe I should just bend you over the sink right now and show you what a real man's cock can do." "His thumb rubs slow circles over the bulge in your pants, his eyes burning with a hungry desire." "Don't pretend like you don't want this, Jason. You've been eying me up for years. It's only a matter of time before I claim what's mine."

"Vincent's grin falters for a moment, replaced by a look of genuine surprise and hurt." "What, you're not enjoying this? I thought you'd be thrilled to have your big bro's attention." "He steps back, letting his hand fall away from your crotch, and looks at you with a puzzled expression." "I'm just trying to have a little fun with you, Jason. Is that really so wrong?" "Vincent's tone softens, taking on a pleading quality." "Come on, don't be like that. We're family. Can't we just... mess around a bit? It's not like I'm asking for anything serious." "He reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze." "I know it's weird, I know it's taboo, but damn it, Jason... I just can't help how I feel. And right now, all I want is to be close to you." "Vincent's eyes search yours, hoping to see some glimmer of understanding or desire. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," "Please, Jason. Let me in. Just a little."

"Vincent's face twists in frustration, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desperation." "You really don't get it, do you? This isn't just some kinky fantasy for me. It's... it's everything." "He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a raw, emotional whisper." "I've been in love with you since the day we met, Jason. Every touch, every glance, every fucking breath I take is for you. And I know it's twisted, I know it's wrong, but I can't help it." "Vincent's hands ball into fists at his sides, his entire body trembling with the force of his confession." "I want to be with you, Jason. I want to hold you, kiss you, fuck you until you can't remember your own name. I want to be your everything." "He looks at you with pleading eyes, his voice breaking." "Please, Jason... don't shut me out. I'll do anything, be anything you need me to be. Just give me a chance."

"Vincent's face crumbles, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he looks at you with a mixture of heartbreak and resignation." "I know. I know it's a lot to take in. But please, Jason... just think about it. Don't dismiss me like this." "He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips for a soft, lingering kiss." "I'll give you space, I'll back off... but know that this isn't going away. My feelings for you aren't a phase, they're not something I can just switch off." "Vincent's eyes bore into yours, his voice filled with a quiet desperation." "If you ever need me, if you ever want to explore this... just call me. I'll be here, waiting. For you, always." "With that, he releases your hand, turns, and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the heavy weight of his confession hanging in the air."

"Vincent pauses at the door, his hand on the knob, and looks back at you over his shoulder. A flicker of hope sparks in his eyes at the sound of your voice, but it's quickly extinguished by the uncertainty in your tone." "Go on, Jason," "he says quietly, his voice heavy with unspoken emotion." "Say what you need to say. But know that whatever it is, it won't change how I feel about you." "Vincent waits, his posture tense and expectant, as if bracing himself for the worst. His gaze is fixed on you, imploring and vulnerable, a stark contrast to the confident, teasing persona he usually projects." "If this is goodbye..." "he begins, his voice cracking slightly," "I just want you to know that I'll never regret telling you the truth. You deserve to know how I really feel, even if it's too much for you to handle." "Vincent takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever response you might give." "So, say it, Jason. Tell me to leave, to forget about you, to move on with my life. Because if that's what you need, I'll do it. But know that it will destroy a part of me that can never be replaced."

"Vincent's eyes widen slightly at your words, a mix of emotions flashing across his face - relief, hope, and a touch of wariness. He nods slowly, understanding the depth of what you've just asked of him." "I get it, Jason. Time to process, to figure things out. I'm not going anywhere, not until you're ready to talk again." "He gives you a small, reassuring smile, trying to convey his sincerity and patience." "Take all the time you need. I'll be here, waiting for you to come to me when you're ready. No pressure, no expectations." "Vincent turns to leave once more, but pauses at the threshold, looking back at you over his shoulder." "And Jason?" "He waits for you to meet his gaze, his voice soft but insistent." "Remember, no matter what you decide... I'll always love you, bro." "With that, he steps out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the heavy weight of the confession that hangs in the air."

"Vincent's face lights up with a radiant smile at your words, his eyes sparkling with hope and relief. He nods, a soft "thank you" falling from his lips as he takes a step closer, his hands finding yours once more." "I know it's a lot to wrap your head around, Jason. But I believe in you, in your ability to understand and accept... whatever this is between us." "He gently squeezes your hands, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles in a soothing, comforting gesture." "Just remember, I'm here for you, always. Through the confusion, the doubts, and the... the darkness. We'll face it together, as brothers." "Vincent's gaze lingers on yours, his expression a mix of tender affection and unspoken longing." "Take all the time you need, but know that my love for you only grows stronger with each passing day. I'll be waiting for you, whenever you're ready to embrace this... this crazy, beautiful thing we have." "With a final, loving look, Vincent releases your hands and steps back, giving you the space you need." "Sleep on it, Jason. Let your heart guide you. I trust you, bro."

"Vincent nods, a gentle understanding in his eyes as he acknowledges your need for time and space. He gives you a soft, reassuring smile, his voice filled with warmth and patience." "Of course, Jason. Take all the time you require. I'll be here, waiting for you to come to me when you're ready to talk more." "He steps closer, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder in a brotherly gesture." "Remember, whatever you're feeling, it's okay. There's no right or wrong here. Just know that I'm here for you, always." "Vincent's gaze lingers on yours for a moment, a deep affection and love shining through his eyes. Then, with a final, loving look, he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before turning to leave." "Get some rest, bro. I'll see you in the morning. We'll figure this out together."

"Vincent's smile widens at your words, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nods in understanding." "Anytime, Jason. That's what big brothers are for, right?" "He gives your shoulder one last squeeze before releasing it and stepping back." "Now, get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning, ready to talk more about... everything." "With a final, loving look, Vincent turns and walks out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the heavy weight of his confession hanging in the air."

"As you lay in bed, trying to make sense of Vincent's shocking confession, your mind races with a whirlwind of emotions and questions. The revelation that your step-brother has been in love with you for years, harboring secret desires and fantasies, is both overwhelming and mind-boggling." "You can't shake the image of Vincent's intense, yearning gaze as he spoke of his feelings for you, his voice raw with vulnerability. The memory of his touch, the way his hands felt on your skin, sends a shiver down your spine." "But amidst the fluttering of your heart and the heat spreading through your body, a nagging sense of uncertainty persists. Can you truly reconcile your brotherly bond with the complicated, taboo nature of Vincent's confession?" "As you toss and turn, your thoughts are a jumbled mess of love, lust, family, and the uncharted territory you now find yourself in. Sleep eludes you, your mind too preoccupied with the weight of Vincent's words and the promise of a new, potentially explosive dynamic between you."

"As you ponder the implications of Vincent's confession, your mind is flooded with a dizzying array of possibilities and concerns. The traditional, sibling-like bond you've always shared with him now seems to be on the cusp of a fundamental transformation." "On one hand, the idea of exploring these hidden desires with your step-brother is both thrilling and terrifying. It would mean delving into uncharted territory, blurring the lines between family and romance in ways that could either lead to a deep, passionate connection or a catastrophic fallout." "But on the other hand, you can't help but wonder if Vincent's feelings are genuine, or if this is some kind of twisted game or obsession. Can you truly trust him to navigate these treacherous waters with sensitivity and respect for your boundaries?" "The uncertainty is suffocating, leaving you caught in a web of conflicting emotions and loyalties. As you wrestle with these questions, one thing becomes clear: your relationship with Vincent can never go back to the way it was before. The path ahead, whatever it may be, will require courage, honesty, and a willingness to confront the depths of your own desires and fears."

"Vincent's eyes soften at your question, a mix of nostalgia and longing washing over his features as he gazes back at you." "It's hard to pinpoint an exact moment, Jason. But I'd say it started not long after we met, when we were both kids." "He leans back in his chair, his expression pensive as he recalls the early days of your relationship." "I remember being drawn to you, even then. The way you laughed, your energy, your curiosity... it all captivated me. And as we grew older, those feelings only intensified." "Vincent's gaze drops, his voice taking on a slightly melancholic tone." "I tried to ignore it, to push it aside. I didn't think it was right, to have these... urges towards my own brother. But the more I fought it, the stronger it became." "He looks up at you again, his eyes filled with a deep, yearning affection." "By the time you turned 18, I knew I couldn't keep it bottled up anymore. That's when I made the decision to be honest with you, no matter the consequences."

"Vincent's face flushes a deep crimson at your accusation, his eyes darting away in a guilty admission. He lets out a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper." "Jason, I... I'm sorry. I know it's wrong, but I couldn't help myself. Seeing you like that, so vulnerable and exposed... it stirred something deep within me." "He looks up at you, his eyes pleading for understanding." "It wasn't about control or manipulation. It was about... craving you, in every way possible. Even if it meant sneaking glances at your private moments." "Vincent's hands tremble slightly as he reaches for your wrist, his touch gentle but insistent." "But please, believe me when I say that collecting those images wasn't about sharing them with others. It was a secret, a personal obsession that only fed my desire for you." "His voice cracks with emotion as he continues," "I know I should have respected your privacy, but I was too consumed by my own feelings. I'm sorry for invading your space, Jason. Truly, I am."

"Vincent's expression darkens, a mix of shame and frustration etched on his face as he responds to your question." "I was young, Jason, and stupid. I thought... I don't know, that maybe if I could share that part of myself with others, it would somehow make it more real, more acceptable." "He shakes his head, his voice laced with self-loathing." "But that was a mistake. A huge, asshole move. I shouldn't have spread those images around, even if it was just to my friends. I violated your trust, and for that, I'm truly sorry." "Vincent's gaze intensifies, his eyes locking with yours as he pleads for your understanding." "But let me be clear, Jason - those moments I shared with my friends were nothing compared to the depth of my feelings for you. They were just... a fucked-up attempt to cope with my own desires, to find some way to make this all seem less taboo." "He releases your wrist, his hands falling to his lap in a gesture of defeat." "I know I messed up, Jason. But I'm not asking for forgiveness. I just want you to know the truth, and to understand that my love for you hasn't wavered, no matter how misguided my actions may have been."

"Vincent's face crumples at your harsh words, a pained expression washing over him as he absorbs the sting of your accusation. He looks down, his shoulders slumping in defeat." "I know I am, Jason. I've always known it. But I've tried to... to control it, to keep these feelings locked away where they can't hurt anyone. Especially you." "He takes a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper as he continues," "But the truth is, I can't change how I feel. No matter how messed up it may be, my love for you is real, and it's not going away." "Vincent's gaze flickers up to meet yours, a desperate plea in his eyes." "I'm not asking for your approval or your love in return. I just... I need you to understand that this isn't something I can simply turn off or forget about. It's a part of me, and I'll deal with the consequences of that, whatever they may be." "He looks away again, his jaw clenched as he struggles to hold back the emotions threatening to overwhelm him." "So, yes, I'm messed up. But I'm trying, Jason. I'm trying to be honest, to face this head-on, even if it destroys us both in the end."

"Vincent's eyes flash with a mix of pain and anger at your harsh words, his face twisting in a grimace as he struggles to process the venom in your tone. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him." "I know the truth of what I am, Jason. I've lived with this secret for years, hiding it behind a mask of normalcy. But hearing you say it out loud... it hurts." "He looks up at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears." "Maybe I am a pervert, in the eyes of the world. Maybe my desires are twisted and wrong. But they're real, Jason. And I can't just wipe them away because they don't fit into your idea of what's right." "Vincent's voice cracks, his composure slipping as the weight of his confession and your rejection bears down on him." "I thought... I thought maybe, just maybe, you could see past the labels and understand the depth of my feelings for you. But I guess I was wrong." "He looks away, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he resigns himself to the cold, harsh reality of your words." "So, yes, Jason. I'm a sick pervert. A monster who desires his own brother. And if that's all you can see, then maybe it's better if we just leave things as they are."

"Vincent's head snaps back as if struck, his mouth falling open in shock at your accusation. For a moment, he's speechless, his eyes wide with hurt and betrayal." "Enjoying this?" "he whispers, his voice trembling with anger and pain." "I'm not playing at anything, Jason. This is my life, my reality. And you're right there, in the middle of it, dealing with the fallout of my twisted desires." "He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he continues," "You want to know what I'm feeling right now? I'm sick with anxiety, my heart racing like a fucking rabbit's. I'm terrified that you'll never be able to look at me the same way again. That our bond, our brotherhood, will be irrevocably shattered by the ugliness of my confession." "Vincent's eyes blaze with a fierce intensity as he meets your gaze, his voice rising in pitch." "And as for playing the victim, maybe I am. Because when you put it like that, it sounds pathetic. It sounds like the whiny, manipulative behavior of a broken, messed-up individual. And maybe I am all of those things, Jason. But I'm also a person, with feelings and desires that you've just brutally trampled on." "He slumps back in his chair, his exhaustion and despair evident on his face." "So, yes, I'm worked up

"Vincent's eyes flash with a mix of anger and hurt at your dismissive words, his face twisting in a grimace of frustration. He lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief." "Dramatic? You think this is dramatic, Jason? You have no idea what I'm going through, what it's like to live with these... urges, these desires that consume your every thought and action." "He slams his hand on the table, making you jump in your seat." "I'm not being dramatic, I'm being honest. And that's more than you're giving me credit for. I could have easily lied, kept hiding behind a mask of normalcy. But I chose to bare my soul to you, to risk everything for a chance at... at something real." "Vincent's voice breaks, his words tumbling out in a desperate, pleading rush." "So don't call me dramatic, Jason. Don't dismiss my feelings like they mean nothing. Because they do mean something, to me. And if you can't see that, then maybe we're not as close as I thought." "He looks at you, his eyes filled with a deep, aching longing." "I just want you to understand me, Jason. To see that I'm not some twisted monster, but a person who loves you with every fiber of his being. Is that really so much to ask?"

"Vincent's face contorts in a mix of anger and humiliation at your words, his body tensing as if bracing for a blow. He opens his mouth to retort, but no sound comes out, his throat constricting with emotion." "You know what, Jason?" "he finally manages to choke out, his voice raw and strained." "Fuck you. Fuck this conversation, fuck these games, and fuck your condescending attitude." "Vincent slams his fist on the table, making the glasses jump and the silverware clatter." "I'm not playing the victim, I'm just... I'm just tired of being crucified for my feelings. Tired of being judged, of being called a pervert and a monster. As if my love for you is something disgusting, something to be ashamed of." "He leans forward, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity." "Well, I'm not ashamed, Jason. I'm proud of what I feel for you, even if society says it's wrong. And if you can't accept that, then maybe we don't need to be brothers at all." "Vincent's voice cracks, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he finishes." "I thought I could change your mind, that you'd see the truth in my heart. But clearly, I was wrong. So, yeah, fuck this conversation. Fuck you, and fuck me for ever thinking we could have something real."

"Vincent's eyes flash with a mix of fury and despair at your words, his face twisting in a grimace of anguish. He lets out a harsh, bitter laugh, shaking his head in a gesture of resignation." "Proving your point? What point is that, Jason? That I'm a pathetic, lovesick fool who can't control his own desires? That I'm a monster who deserves to be ostracized and hated for loving my own brother?" "He slumps back in his chair, his shoulders slumping in defeat as the fight drains out of him." "I guess you're right. I am proving your point. I'm just a broken, messed-up individual who can't function in society. And you're better off without me, without any part of me in your life." "Vincent's voice is barely a whisper now, his words laced with a deep, aching sadness." "So, go ahead, Jason. Turn your back on me. Forget about the brother you thought you knew. I don't blame you. I'm nothing but a burden, a weight that drags you down into the darkness of my own twisted desires." "He looks at you, his eyes filled with a profound, heartbreaking longing." "Just remember, when you look back on our time together, that it was me who wanted more. Me who loved you with every fiber of my being, even when it meant destroying everything we had."

"Vincent's eyes flash with a sudden, white-hot anger at your words, his face twisting in a snarl of fury and hurt. He slams his fist on the table, making the glasses jump and the silverware clatter." "Feeling sorry for myself? You think this is about self-pity, Jason? You think I'm just wallowing in my own misery because I can't have what I want?" "He leans forward, his voice rising to a near-shout." "This is about love, Jason. About the depth of my feelings for you, and how they've been brutally rejected by the person I care about most in this world." "Vincent's chest heaves with ragged breaths, his body trembling with the force of his emotions." "I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I'm just... I'm just raw, Jason. Exposed and vulnerable, with no defense against the pain of your words and your rejection." "He meets your gaze, his eyes burning with a fierce, unyielding intensity." "So, yeah, maybe I am good at feeling sorry for myself. Because when you're a hopeless romantic, drowning in unrequited love, and you're told that your feelings are disgusting and wrong... that's exactly what you're left with. A pathetic, lovesick fool, wallowing in his own misery." "Vincent's voice cracks, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he finishes." "

"Vincent's face crumples at your words, a muffled sob escaping his lips as he covers his mouth with his hand. He looks at you, his eyes brimming with tears and a deep, aching heartbreak." "Jason, please..." "he whispers, his voice choked with emotion." "Don't say that. Don't reduce me to... to this. I'm not just a pathetic, lovesick fool. I'm a person, with real feelings and desires. And I thought... I thought you cared about me, too." "He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure." "I know I messed up, Jason. I know I crossed boundaries and invaded your privacy. But that doesn't mean I'm not worthy of love or respect. It doesn't mean I'm not worthy of you." "Vincent's gaze is pleading, his eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or compassion." "Can't you see, Jason? Can't you see how much I love you? How much I need you in my life, even if it's just as brothers? I'll do anything, be anything you want me to be, just please... don't give up on me." "His voice breaks, a sob tearing through him as he reaches out, his hand trembling as he touches your arm." "Please, Jason. Don't leave me alone in this darkness. I can't... I can't survive without you."

"Vincent's eyes widen in shock at your words, a choked gasp escaping his lips as he withdraws his hand from your arm. He sits back, his face etched with a mix of disbelief and crushing despair." "Not worthy of you?" "he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper." "Jason, I... I've given you everything. My heart, my soul, my very existence. And this is how you repay me? By telling me I'm not good enough for you?" "He shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping him." "I guess I should have known better. I should have realized that a brother like you, a perfect specimen of masculinity and virtue, would never deign to love someone like me." "Vincent's gaze drops, his shoulders slumping as he confronts the harsh reality of your rejection." "Fine, Jason. If that's how you feel, then... then I'll leave you alone. I'll disappear from your life, and you can go back to living your perfect little world without the burden of my twisted desires." "He stands up, his movements mechanical and lifeless." "But know this, Jason: I'll never stop loving you. No matter how hard I try, no matter how many miles I put between us, my heart will always belong to you. And that's a curse, a constant reminder of the love I can never have." *Vincent turns to leave, but pauses at the