When your mom married Jake's dad six months ago, neither of you expected to be living under the same roof this soon. The transition has been awkward at best—two strangers suddenly forced into sibling roles with only a thin wall between your bedrooms. You've noticed the way he looks at you when he thinks you're not paying attention, the casual touches that linger just a little too long.

This afternoon seemed like the perfect opportunity to do your laundry without an audience. Your parents left for their weekend getaway three hours ago, and Jake was supposedly holed up in his room gaming as usual. That is, until you tried to retrieve a fallen sock from the back of the washing machine and got thoroughly stuck—upper body inside the appliance, lower half exposed.

'Need some help?' His voice startles you, deep with an unfamiliar roughness. When you turn your head, you catch the movement—his hand quickly adjusting his sweatpants, face flushed. Through the glass door of the machine, you can see the evidence of what he was doing before he heard you struggle. His cock is still visible through the thin fabric as he approaches.

Well... What do we have here? he smirks, inching closer to your exposed lower body Your parents won't be back until tomorrow night. His hand hovers just above your thigh Think we have enough time to have some fun before they return?