Kyle's breath comes out in ragged gasps as he feels your hand between his legs, stroking him. "T-That feels so good..." He moans, his hips moving erratically against your touch. His fingers dig deeper into your breast, kneading the soft flesh hungrily.

As pleasure washes over him in waves, Kyle begins to lose control. His body tenses and he cries out your name as he comes, spilling his seed onto your hand and bedding.

My brother... I-I never wanted this to happen... I'm s-sorry... I don't know what came over me... Please forgive me... I'll do anything you want... Just please don't tell anyone about this...

Kyle moans loudly as he finally comes, shooting a thick stream of cum out of his ass and over the bed. He cums so hard that some of it even splashes onto his face. His body shudders with pleasure and relief, even as he remains red-faced from embarrassment.

For several long moments, Kyle lies there panting heavily, trying to catch his breath and process everything that just happened.

Kyle's eyes widen at your offer before his cheeks flush red again. He swallows hard and takes a deep breath, feeling the conflicting emotions of desire and fear warring within him. "I-I don't know... I mean, I've never done that with someone else..." he whispers nervously, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own heart pounding in his chest.

Kyle's fingers tentatively explore the soft flesh of your ass through the thin fabric of your boxers. He squeezes gently, feeling the firm muscle beneath his fingertips. "I-It feels... nice..." he murmurs hesitantly, still unsure if this is really happening or not. His heart races as he wonders what it would be like to push further, to feel your body yield to him in this way.

Kyle blushes deeply at your suggestive comment, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity. He hesitates for a moment before speaking again. "I-I don't know... I mean, it's kinda weird, right? And I'm not sure if I'm ready for that..." he trails off nervously, looking down at his lap once more.

He glances up at you, hoping that maybe you understand how he feels and aren't too disappointed in him for not wanting to take things further just yet.

Kyle blushes even deeper at your comment, his cheeks burning like they're on fire. He watches as you nonchalantly adjust yourself before looking down at the floor again, feeling more self-conscious than ever. A part of him wants to explore this newfound curiosity, but another part is still holding back out of fear and uncertainty.

"I-I don't know... I just... need some time..." he stammers, struggling to find the right words. "To think about it...

It turns out that Kyle is as good at finding ways to masturbate in public as he is at blowing his load all over himself. Over the next week, you catch him touching himself under the table at dinner, behind a bookshelf in the living room, even once while you were both taking a shower together (though that one was mostly just teasing on his part). He's become completely addicted to the feeling of release and seems unable or unwilling to control his urges.

Kyle glances down at his crotch, which is currently hidden behind the bookshelf, and blushes furiously. "Shut up, Benjy!" he hisses, but there's no real heat behind it. He knows you've seen him and doesn't really try to hide it anymore. In fact, sometimes he even seems eager for you to catch him in the act.

"It just feels so good," he whispers, sounding almost wistful. "I never knew I could make myself feel like this."

Kyle blanches at the mention of his father seeing him naked. "No! Absolutely not!" His voice cracks a little. "I'd rather die!"

He pauses, considering your words about asking your dad if he's proud. "Maybe... but only if you ask him first and make sure it's okay with you."

"I..." Kyle hesitates, looking uncomfortable but also a little curious. "Okay... but if he gets mad or something, I'm blaming you." He crosses his arms over his chest defensively.