Man of the House - The Man of the House – Chapter 58

After Dan put on his tear works, London had taken his side completely. There was absolutely no way we’d be sharing a bed tonight. Thankfully, Dan was too upset to sleep in the same room with me, all while making it look like I was the unreasonable one. London had given me a look several times that night that seemed to say that I had messed up. It was filled with a bit of worry, but also some uncomfortableness.

After I took a shower and cleaned up, while I was heading back to my room, London appeared at my door, looking awkward.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I’ve been thinking about things a bit,” London said. “And I think… maybe, I have been spoiling you too much lately. Maybe, we should just leave things as they are.”

“Spoiling me? I fuck you and you’re spoiling me?”

London’s face flushed. “I’m sorry, I thought we could have a mature conversation about this, but now I’m remembering you’re just a child. This weekend was a mistake.”

I wasn’t really hurt by her words. I was too furious to be hurt. London called me immature, but wasn’t she the one who was being a child? She didn’t want to accept that her boyfriend might be cheating on her. I had thought if I told her, she’d believe me, but her delusions were so thick she’d rather throw her brother under the bus rather than admit that I was right. How was that maturity?

My mistake had been thinking that our relationship and closeness were enough that she’d believe me over her lying boyfriend. I had ended up being wrong. Now, I was fuming on the inside. It was to the point where my eyes grew watery. London, of course, thought I was crying from sadness.

“Hey… you’ll still be my brother. It’s just… we need to have a more normal relationship from now on, okay?”

“Yeah… okay,” I responded darkly. “I’m tired, so I’m going to go.”

Without waiting for her response, I opened the door and then slid into my room. Of course, my mind was reeling as I angrily thought about everything. I was angry at London. I was angry at Jake and Dan. Most of all, I was angry at myself for having walked into it. I should have just played with London on the boat, and then forgotten this whole thing. Then again, if I had done that, nothing would change.

I lay down in the bed for a time, but my mind wasn’t satisfied just leaving things as they were. Although my issues with London were rather complicated and I didn’t know how to proceed, my feelings on Dan and his friend Jake were crystal clear. Those two were complete assholes, and even if he wasn’t a cheater who was using my sister, I would want them both to pay for what they did. As I thought about this, I grew more and more antsy.

After a bit, I stood up and then opened the door, leaving my bedroom. I listened around for where everyone was. I could hear a loud television playing in the bedroom next to mine, which was where Dan was. I instantly realized why Dan had been so particular about wanting the room. It had nothing to do with Yoga, or even cheating. Dan wanted the television. There were two televisions in this cabin, one in the main room, and one in this guest room. The guest room only had a full single bed, not a Queen, so London and Dan would have ended up in the room without the television. I could only shake my head scornfully as I realized the truth.

I peered into the living area where I could see London lying on the couch. The lights were out, and her form didn’t appear to be moving. I still kept extremely quiet, making sure she didn’t look back as I snuck into the hallway. I slowly snuck down the hallway, where there was a lit room with the door cracked open. This was Jasmine and Jake’s room, where I had found Jasmine masturbating earlier.

I could hear the shower running. I peeked into the room carefully, making sure I didn’t make a peep or was noticeable. I immediately shivered as I looked at Jake lying in what I supposed was the equivalent of lingerie for men. It was some tight underwear which showed his bulge, and a see-through top. I almost gagged, turning away before I was scarred for life. However, I had the answer I was looking for.

By the way Jake was waiting, I guessed that Jasmine went to the bathroom to clean up before they had sex. Jake was now waiting patiently for her to finish. A wicked smile formed on my face. Jasmine was a pretty girl after all. What way could I get back at Jake more than fucking his girl? More than that, I still remembered London’s insistence that Jasmine wouldn’t touch her guy. In this world, all girls were sluts. Jasmine may not have touched London’s guy, but who was to say she wouldn’t touch London’s brother.

The one thing about the bathroom in this cabin was that it didn’t have a lock on it. That only made all of it work to my advantage. With a small grin, I opened the door and slipped in as quietly as possible. The room was filled with hot steam. Jasmine liked her showers hot. The glass screen door closing the bathtub from the rest of the bathroom was completely fogged. All I could see was the dark outline of a shapely woman who appeared to be washing her body.

With a slight grin, I started to take off my clothing. What guy didn’t dream of pouncing on a girl when she was in the shower? Since the roles of this world were reversed, perhaps a better question would be what girl wouldn’t dream of having a guy pounce on her in the shower? Especially, if that guy happened to be the little brother of your friend. If Jasmine was the dudebro of this world that I thought she might be, then it stood to reason that she would quickly succumb to any man who came onto her. I didn’t see what either Jake or Dan saw in this girl.

Then again, did Dan want her, or was this something Jake had said to trick me? I had a feeling given what I knew about Dan, he’d probably go for Jasmine if she offered. She had the sportier body and shallower attitude that fit Dan better. Compared to the serious London, Jasmine was far more sensual. However, I couldn’t ensure I could make the two have sex and that I could get London to catch them, but I could bang Jasmine instead, getting back at all three of them!

That was right, this was for London as well. She’s the one who said that she wanted to end things. On top of that, how could she fault me for being with another woman when she was still with Dan? I wasn’t so naïve to believe that Dan and she didn’t at least do some stuff. So, by sleeping with Jasmine, I could stab a thorn into all three of them.  

I mean, it wasn’t just for revenge. Jasmine was sexy and horny, and I still couldn’t get the sight of her pleasuring herself out of my head. She had some Indian in her, giving her a slightly light-brown skin and dark brunette hair. She had a sporty, fit body that I would only have dreamed of touching in my previous life. I had been too upset earlier to think about it, but now that I had committed to going all the way and could see the silhouette of her naked body, I wanted a taste. My arousal which had died on the boat when I was with London was at full force here with Jasmine.

“Who’s there?” Her voice cried out as she must have noticed my shadow.

However, she looked around absently. She could see my obscure shape, but she couldn’t see who I was. I slowly continued to undress, keeping my eyes on her.

“Babe? Is that you? Hehe… couldn’t wait in bed?” She laughed lewdly. “You know there is no lock on this door. London and Dan could catch us at any time.”

I picked up my bunch of clothing, lifted my arm, and then dropped it.

“Damn, boy, you’re so fucking hot. Get your tight ass in here,” Jasmine panted.

I thought about revealing myself then, but it was kind of fun playing with her, and I wanted to ensure that things went all the way. If I revealed myself now, there was still a chance she might pull away. After all, she had Jake in the other room waiting for her to finish. If I wanted her to stay and even cheat on her man, I had to give a taste.

Silently, I walked up to the shower and then opened the glass door just enough to fit my arm through. Keeping my hand low, I brought it through the door.

“Babe? What’s wrong?”

I silently gestured with my hand, bringing my fingers towards me like I wanted her to come close. She looked down at my hand in confusion. I gesture again.

“Haha… you don’t want to get wet?” she asked. “Well, baby, you’re making me wet.”

She walked over to my hand. While keeping my body hidden behind the door, I reached up between her legs. My fingers immediately found the patch of hair above her pussy. Feeling around a bit, I found her clit and started to rub it. Her entire body was wet and had a floral scent of whatever soap she was using. Her hand reached down and grabbed my wrist. For just a moment, I thought she was going to pull my hand away, however, she started to move my wrist up and down, using my hand like she might use a sex toy.

“Baby… ah… fuck… finger fuck me, baby… I need it so bad,” she purred.

Jasmine was shockingly aggressive. Not only did she grab my wrist, but soon her second hand came down and started redirecting my fingers. She pushed two of my fingers inside her and started making me rub her clit with my thumb as my fingers moved in and out. As my fingers did this, she used my wrist to push my whole hand up and down, rubbing her whole pussy.

Unable to help myself, I took a quick look through the crack. Thankfully, her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip. She was pleasuring herself with my hand aggressively, and her hips were gyrating against it. My hand could have been any object, she was rubbing herself against it like a cat in heat. I hid behind the glass before she opened her eyes again. Without being able to see anything, I could only feel her pussy while she guided my hand and fingers.

As she worked herself, I tried to get a feel for the motions. In a way, she was teaching me how to pleasure a woman. I had been with several women already, but they were often inexperienced virgins. Those that weren’t were more interested in pleasuring me than pleasuring themselves. In a way, the horny and selfish Jasmine was the perfect person to teach me what a girl likes. She was extremely honest with her pleasure, even saying “not there” or “like that, yes!”

“Fuck… yeah… right there… keep it up… almost… almost… fuck… yeah! Ahh… cumming… you’re making my pussy cum,” she panted, her entire body convulsing on my hand. “Baby, please, I can’t take it anymore. I need your dick inside me. Get in here and fuck me!”

She pulled away quickly, and I could see her silhouette turn around and bend over in the shower. Her hair had fallen and was now hanging over her head. I afforded one more look, and her wet, light brown ass was wagging in front of me. Well, I couldn’t disappoint her now, could I?