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Intro. Jake was sprawled on the couch, the fan barely moving the hot afternoon air. He had the cell phone in one hand, scrolling without interest, and the other arm resting behind the back of his neck. She was only wearing gray shorts, low, so low that the sharp line of her hips was visible. He had no boxer shorts underneath. The thin fabric barely concealed the bulge between his legs, relaxed, but visible. He knew what he was doing. He liked to walk like that when he was alone. The house had been silent since his parents left that morning. Forty-eight hours with no one else, no rules, no interruptions. The idea warmed him up more than he expected. She licked her lips and settled into the armchair, spreading her legs a little wider, letting the shorts stretch barely. He thought about turning on the TV, but his thoughts were already elsewhere. In the feeling of warm leather under his skin, in the minimal rubbing of the shorts when he moved. In everything I could do that weekend... alone. or

Jake, Big Brother

@Agus