I stumbled into.....

Justina P.O.V

While passing through the sitting room, I hear . Seriously, are they fucking in the living room? I think to myself. I ignore it at first, but curiosity wins. I hide behind the hallway wall and glance around. It's dark, so I can't see clearly. The moans are loud... but wait—it's not real.

It's porn. Porn is playing on the 64-inch TV in the living room.

And on the couch? Dex is there. Jerking off. He's too immersed to notice me.

How big is it? I can't see clearly from this angle—it's obstructing me. Maybe I should get a little closer. Just one peek and then I'll go back to my room, I tell myself. I walk as slowly and quietly as I can, but because it's so dark, I end up bumping into the dining table.

"Ouch!" I yelp instinctively, then immediately cover my mouth with my hand. When I look up, Dex jumps from the couch, startled, and turns toward me. I can't see his expression in the dark, but I feel exposed.

What surprises me most is how quickly Dex composes himself. He pauses the video, switches on the living room lights, and walks straight toward me. When he reaches me, he lifts me off the floor and takes me to the single-seater. He sets me down, then crouches in front of me and examines my ankle.

"Luckily, it's just a slight sprain. It shouldn't cause you any real problems," he says after checking it. Then he grabs the first aid kit, applies some medicine, and goes back to sit on the other couch.

An awkward silence fills the room.

I don't know what to say.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

We say it at the same time.

Then—more silence.

"You first, then," he says finally.

"I… um, well, I felt thirsty and was going to the kitchen to get some water, but it was too dark. I heard some noises from the sitting room and thought maybe May left the TV on again, so I decided to come and switch it off quickly before going to the kitchen. But I knocked into the table. Sorry, my mind was still hazy—I had just woken up, and I didn't see you." I lie so smoothly I shock even myself. No way I'm telling him the truth. Fuck, I should've minded my own business. It's so obvious now—I was totally peeking. I burn with embarrassment.

"Oh, that's fine," he says, then stares at his fingers for a second before speaking again. "I'm sorry—I forgot you were around. I… uh… You see, I shouldn't be telling you this, but you're an adult, so I'll just say it. When May got pregnant, she said she wouldn't feel comfortable doing anything sexual. And, well… our sex life has always been really active. We used to fuck twice a day, but now I can't even touch her. It's been hard to adjust, so I've had to find ways to… relieve myself when I get the time."

He sounds genuinely embarrassed.

"No, I'm sorry for interrupting your… peace. It's your house. You can do whatever you want—watch whatever you want. You don't have to explain anything to me. I totally get it, Dex, so chill. I can't imagine going three days without a good fuck, let alone seven months. I'd go nuts if I were you."

That's not even an exaggeration. I love sex, frequent sex. If I stay without it for too long, I get moody and uncomfortable. My body starts feeling out of place.

"Wow... you don't look like… like a…" He trails off, looking like he can't find the right word.

"Fucker?" I smirk, dimples popping.

"No, not exactly. I mean, sexually active. You look so innocent. You give off the vibe of a protected house flower—untainted by the world's desires."

His voice is serious. His eyes are locked on mine. My body shivers subconsciously, and I swear my panties are drenched again.

I get that a lot. But it's not like I'm pretending—this is just how I've always been. I look much younger than my age, and no matter how slutty I try to dress or act, I always end up looking like a bullied Cinderella. Give me a gothic makeover and I'll still come out looking like a baby-faced Lolita.

I giggle at his words and slowly stand up, careful not to put pressure on my ankle.

"Well, don't mind me. Let me get my ass back to my room and leave you to your nightly, um… endeavors. Haha."

"Hold on," he says. "Why don't you… you know, join. And once I'm done, I'll carry you upstairs—because of your leg, of course."

"Huh?" I nearly scream when I realize what he just proposed.

"No, it's cool. It's not like we're doing anything, right? Just relax—it's all fine," he adds, casually. His voice is calm, and his face shows no lust. His once erect dick is now resting peacefully with no signs of waking up.

Oh, fuck it, I think. He's right. Nothing's really happening. It's just two people watching porn, right? I convince myself and sit at the other end of the couch, since I had already moved farther from the single-seater.

He switches off the lights and resumes the video—but lowers the volume this time. The porn is good. The guy on screen has a huge dick—definitely fake—but the way he moves, the way he teases her, the seductive pace, his groans… it all makes it impossible for me not to soak even more. When I glance at Dex, I notice he's stroking himself again, slowly.

If the porn was the symptom, then Dex's expression is the disease.

How can a man look so… so fucking edible? My eyes trail his body again, finally resting on his dick.

By the seven heavens and everlasting hell—it's calling out to me.

It's thick, hard as a rock, veins running along it. The length looks perfect, and I'm sure if he ever put it in me, it would hit my stomach.

Then, he looks at me with that same calm, unreadable expression.

"If you're horny, just relieve yourself. It's not like I haven't seen a woman masturbate before. Your moans are a giveaway," he says in that husky tone.

This guy… one minute he's Saint Luke, the next he's out-seducing Lucifer himself. I sigh internally. But since he clearly isn't uncomfortable, I hesitate for only a moment before I lift my nightdress and slide a hand inside my panties. I don't remove them—hell no.

My fingers slip in without resistance, a wet squelch the only sound. My toes curl instantly from the pleasure, and I give in completely. The sting in my ankle doesn't stop me. I stroke my clit in circles, tease my entrance, and play with one nipple—all while imagining Dex watching me like a starving wolf.

My stomach tightens.

But I stop before I cum. Instead, I start fingering myself slowly, savoring every second.

When I glance at Dex, he's focused on the screen, stroking faster now. It surprises me when he cums so quickly, the load thick and heavy.

Wow, he really must've been pent up to cum that fast.

Watching him release triggers my own climax. I let go—my body convulsing as I cum into my panties, a panting mess. My eyes are heavy now.

Dex quietly lifts me up and carries me to my room. Before leaving, he reminds me to clean up. I drag myself into the shower and rinse off quickly. The moment I hit the bed, I'm out cold.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm fine now, right? Nothing happened to me, and that's the good thing. I'm sorry—just now, my mind was a little off. Remember, I have my last exams coming up next week, so I'm on a cramming spree. I just lost myself for a moment trying to remember a term I had forgotten. But it won't happen again, I promise."

I smile at my sister to reassure her, but as I look at her worried face, something else surfaces... something I can't quite put into words. I shake my head slightly and remove the sufuria from the cooker.

After breakfast, I head to school, but the whole day I fail to concentrate on my studies. This won't do. I have my final exams in two weeks, and any distraction right now is like seeking death. I force myself to get it together.

For the next two weeks of study, plus the extra one week of exams, I minimize my presence in my sister's house as much as possible. I also avoid Dex—which, fortunately, works out very well.