Jessica's POV
I walked into the bathroom without knocking.
Steam hit my face first. Then I saw him.
My stepbrother stood under the spray, one hand braced on the tile, the other wrapped tight around his c**k. He was thick, hard, and moving slowly like he had all the time in the world.
Water ran down the sharp lines of his stomach and over the hand working himself. His head was tipped back at first.
Then he turned.
Our eyes locked through the steam.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t cover up. Didn’t even flinch.
He just kept stroking, slower now, watching me watch him. His jaw was tight. His breathing stayed steady. Like this was nothing. Like I was the one who had walked into something I already knew was happening.
I should have shut the door and pretended I never saw a thing. Instead I s
