A Study by Midnight

It was one of those lazy summer afternoons where the air was thick with the scent of chlorine and sunscreen. My stepdad, a jovial man was up to something. He was always the prankster, and for some reason he had been tinkering with something in the garage earlier, muttering about a surprise for Jason, my stepbrother. A good surprise or a prank, one could never tell.

I hadn't thought much of it until Jason emerged from the house, clad in a sleek black swimsuit that hugged his lean frame like a second skin. It wasn't really an unusual sight. Jason had been on the swim team and I had gone to a few of his meets. Our parents married last year and they moved in with my mom and myself. We were both seniors at the local high school and at 18 years old we were both getting ready for college.

"Check this out," Jason said, striking a pose by the pool's edge. "Dad said these are the latest in swimwear tech. Supposed to be super comfortable."

I rolled my eyes, smirking. "Looks like something out of a sci-fi movie. You sure it's not going to weigh you down or something?" The suit looked very high tech. It came about halfway down his thighs with a zigzagging pattern that crossed through them on the sides and across the top.

Jason laughed, splashing me playfully. "Nah, Dad said it's cutting-edge. Let's see if you can keep up with me in the water." Jason knew that I couldn't match his speed. I was more of a wallflower, nothing like my outgoing, popular stepbrother, but I jumped up and dove in after him.

We spent the next hour swimming laps, racing, and goofing around. Jason was always competitive, his toned body slicing through the water with ease. Jason and I, even though we had gone to school together, didn't really know each other before our parents started dating. Our school was one of the biggest in the state, so it wasn't surprising not to know someone in your graduating class. We had warmed up to each other over the past year, since our parents married, but we still didn't hang out. Our close proximity and the few vacations we had endured together had made us grow into a family and seeing as I didn't have any other siblings, Jason was as close as I was going to get to a brother. Even if getting to know him so late in my life made it still more awkward than brotherly.

We played in the pool for about an hour, when I was exhausted and took my things to a nearby chair. Jason did some laps and the afternoon calmed, the heat still blistering overhead. However, things took a turn when Jason climbed out of the pool, shaking his head like a dog. I was lying on a towel, half-dozing, when I heard him gasp. "Uh... guys? I think something's wrong."

I sat up, squinting against the sunlight. My jaw dropped as I realized the swimsuit Jason had on was dissolving before my eyes, leaving Jason standing there in nothing but his birthday suit. His hands flew to cover himself, but it was too late. I'd already seen everything. The veiny cock and in his attempt to cover himself his muscular ass as he spun around. His dad was on the patio and Jason was looking up at him. Clutching himself in the front with one hand and shielding his ass with the other.

My cheeks burned as I averted my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. I'd never seen a real cock before--not outside of those awkward health class diagrams. Jason's was... impressive. Thick and long, it jutted out from his body, the tip a deep pink against his tanned skin. His balls hung heavy beneath it, and I could see the faint veins tracing along his shaft.

"Shit, Dad," Jason muttered, his voice tight with embarrassment. "This isn't funny anymore."

My stepdad burst out laughing from the patio, where he'd been grilling. "Gotcha! Well that worked a little better than I expected. I thought it'd just come apart a bit at the seams, not... well, this."

Jason glared at him, his face flushed. "Thanks a lot. Now I'm traumatized for life."

I stood up, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around myself, though I wasn't the one exposed. "I'm... gonna go inside," I mumbled, rushing toward the house. Jason's dad threw him a towel as I raced past him on the patio. My mind was a whirlwind, replaying the image of Jason's cock over and over. It was both shocking and mesmerizing, and I couldn't stop thinking about it.

"What's wrong?" my mom asked as I came in red and held my towel tight around me.

"Stan," I stuttered, "he played a prank on Jason, but I think it went a little too well. So disgusting."

"What happened?"

"That new swimsuit... it dissolved as soon as he was out of the water. It had been fine before... when we were in the pool."

"Oh brother," my mom said, as a furious Jason opened the door and rushed past me, his dad in a fit of laughter right behind him.

"I promise Jason, I didn't think it would completely dissolve." Stan said between fits of laughter. I rushed off to my room trying to ignore the whole thing, but even at supper my mind kept going back to it. Jason standing there, arms raised at his sides looking down at his suit as it quickly dissolved. And it had been like his brain hadn't comprehended it. He had stood there fully exposed for too long and then it had registered and he had began to cover himself, but it had not been fast enough. Not nearly fast enough. I couldn't believe how fast it had happened, yet how much detail I had actually gotten from those few minutes.

That night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning. The image of Jason's body lingered in my mind, and I felt a strange, unfamiliar heat pooling between my legs. I'd always thought of him as just my stepbrother, but now... now I saw him differently. Curiosity gnawed at me, and before I knew it, I was creeping down the hallway to his room. Maybe, I just needed to talk to him. Not about what happened, but just see him and it would make it better. Jason had refused to join us for supper and had only come out when to grab his plate and retreat back to his room. I knew just having a regular conversation with him would probably erase these thoughts from my mind.

His door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out from the lamp on his nightstand. I pushed it open quietly, my heart pounding. Jason was asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. I said his name at the door, but all that answered me was his heavy breathing. I moved closer to his bed and said his name again. It was then that I saw the sleeping pill bottle under the lighted lamp on his nightstand. He'd taken a sleeping pill, something he did occasionally when he had trouble winding down. I knew he'd be out cold, but that didn't stop my nerves from spiking. I just wanted to ease my thoughts about what I had seen.

But maybe I shouldn't have come to his room. I started to leave but then I reached up and closed the door. The air smelled faintly of his cologne, a scent of sandalwood and pine. A scent that I had smelled 100 times before but this time it made my stomach flutter. I moved toward his bed, my bare feet silent on the carpet. He was lying on his back, his boxers loose around his waist. I couldn't see anything, but my eyes were drawn to what I knew lay beneath. Jason in boxers wasn't an unusual sight. He came to breakfast almost every morning with them on his swimmer's lean and muscular body.

"Stop, Cassie," I said to myself, "you are only making it worse." But I couldn't deny the curiosity and the attraction that was ping ponging inside my head. I hesitated listening to his regular breathing. I knew he would be out cold. I had been tasked with waking him for school a few mornings after he had those meds, so I knew he would be unmovable with sleep. I crept forward and knelt by his bed. I thought to peer into the fly, but it was closed tight with what looked to be a button. Then, with a mind of its own my hand rose and then it was hovering over the waistband of his boxers. What was I doing? This was crazy.

But the curiosity was too strong. I took a deep breath and slid my hand inside, slowly pulling down his boxers. His cock was right there, resting against his thigh, splayed out in his sleep now but still impressive in size. I tucked the waistband of his boxers beneath his balls and then moved back. I backed away, suddenly overcome with fear, images of him waking up of me trying to explain my prescence filling my mind. But Jason hadn't moved, not even an inch. His breathing hadn't even changed. My mind cataloged all these things and then I was slipping down beside his bed again.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against his the skin of his cock. Just a graze and then I waited. I slid my finger there again. It was warm, smoother than I'd expected, and I felt a jolt of desire and the moisture between my legs grew. I pushed on his cock and it slipped to the other side only to lazily roll back to the position it had been nestled along his thigh, and then it did something that I wasn't expecting. It began to grow. The soft floppy thing that had been there when I first exposed him, the thing I had saw at the pool was suddenly starting to stand, becoming a rigid rod. I watched in utter fascination, as it jerked and then stood even more erect. It rose to nearly twice the length it had once been and the veins I had seen engorged now seemed like the veins of a muscular man's arms. I gasped, probably more audible than I meant.

I reached out my fingers and again traced the shape of it. Letting my fingers sketch along the veins. He stirred slightly, and I froze with my fingers right below the ridge of the head. He took a deep breath and I knew the sleeping pill kept him firmly asleep. I leaned closer, my breath catching as I examined him. His cock was thicker than I'd realized, the head already starting to swell. I leaned forward my face nearly to his cock and breathed in. The smell was musky and somehow also compelling. Without thinking I grabbed the entirety of him. And I stroked him gently. I couldn't resist.

He moaned gently in his sleep and I froze. The hardness in my hand felt unreal. I never realized it would feel like this. I had imagined it feeling more spongy, not like this. Like a bone. And suddenly I almost laughed realizing why they called it a boner.

I continued to pump him and I lowered my head to get another smell and I noticed that along his slit at the top, a pearly white bead had formed. I leaned forward to see it more clearly and without thinking I lowered my tongue to it. I drew my tongue slowly across the head and he sighed out, louder than any of his other moans.

The thoughts in my head plagued me and before I could change my mind I took the next step. Lowering my head, I pressed my lips to the tip, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum again as it had begun to leak from him. No longer white, but now clear and covering the entirety of his cockhead. It was strange, intoxicating, and I moaned softly as I took more of him into my mouth. His cock twitched, growing harder, if that was possible, with each stroke of my tongue. I sucked gently, my lips sliding down his shaft, feeling the veins pulse beneath my mouth.

Jason let out a soft groan, his hips shifting slightly, but he remained asleep. I deepened the suction, my throat opening to take him in. My cheeks hollowed with my effort. He was so big, stretching my lips, and I felt a surge of pride as I managed to take him all the way down. My hands gripped his thighs, holding him steady as I bobbed my head, my saliva and his pre-cum coating his cock.

Before I knew it, he was throbbing in my mouth, his balls tightening. He moaned deep and sounded like he was in pain. Fear caused me to pull back with an audible pop. But then he jerked and I was watching as his cock erupted, shooting thick streams of cum onto my face and hair. I don't know why but I took him back in my mouth as more jets of the stuff coated my throat. It was hot and bitter, and I swallowed greedily, not wanting to waste a drop. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, his body twitching as he spilled himself into my mouth.

When he finally stilled, I licked him clean, savoring the taste of him. My heart was racing, my body buzzing with satisfaction. I pulled up his boxers, smoothing them over his hips, and kissed the tip of his cock one last time. I saw his hamper right beside his door. I grabbed a random pair of boxers that were there and wiped as much off my face and out of my hair as possible before slipping out of his room.

I made it back to my room and then thinking better of it grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the shower. I didn't know what to think of myself. My parents room stayed closed as did Jason's but the anxiety that had built within me was unbearable. Once in the bathroom, I locked the door and turned on the shower. I stripped off my shirt and shorts as quickly as I could and got beneath the jets of water. My heart was beating out of my chest. I couldn't believe I had just done that. I slowly let my hand slip between my legs, pushing my fingers between my folds, rubbing my clit until I exploded with barely any stimulation. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever given myself.

The next morning, I sat at the breakfast table, picking at my toast. Jason hurriedly came in and sat down across from me. He was bare chested and was wearing the same boxers from the night before. I couldn't erase the image of my hand sliding them off that amazing cock. He looked uncharacteristically happy for the morning as he sat there rubbing his eyes. I couldn't meet his gaze, my cheeks burning with shame and desire.

"Good night?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He shrugged. "Yeah, I took a sleeping pill. Felt like I was out for days. And I woke up feeling like I had unloaded a burden." I nearly spit out my orange juice as I glanced into his face, but there seemed to be no hidden meaning behind what he said and I felt my back and shoulders relax.

I nodded, my mind replaying the events of the night before. I'd tasted him, felt him, and now I wanted more. His cock made me understand why the boys at school called jokingly called a cock a hog. He certainly fit that description, and I couldn't stop thinking about how it felt in my mouth, how it tasted, how it had pulsed as he came.

As I watched him eat, my thoughts drifted to the night ahead. I'd done it once, and now I knew I couldn't stop. That cock was mine to explore, and I couldn't wait to see what else I could do with it. The thought made me shiver with anticipation, my fingers tracing patterns on the table as I imagined wrapping my lips around him again, feeling him grow hard in my mouth.

The possibilities were endless, and I couldn't wait to find out just how far this could go. "How often do you take those sleeping pills?" I asked, already scheming for our next rendezvous.