I knew I’d done something bad when I had to work so hard to justify it, but having sex with Joe—the man who was about to become my stepbrother—that was something I couldn’t undo.
I called, I sent messages, but I got nothing in return.
Now, his silence was ice in my guts. The hot summer turned even hotter, but I stayed frozen on the inside. I couldn’t melt it on my own. I couldn’t shift it at all. I needed Joe to help me move past what we’d done.
In the months that followed, my insides died slowly until there was nothing left but a shell, an outline of a person. But just as I got used to the world again, Joe’s father Sean became the spark that set me ablaze.
Well, I can't remember the MC's name, but who cares! He slept with his buddy/old neighbor Joe in the first episode in the beer garden. Joe's father, Sean, lives with the MC and has been with his mother for years, and plans to marry her.
It all starts with a broken extractor fan, lol. He catches a glimpse of Sean's ass and now we have a full-blown peeping problem.
Author does a great job with word choices so we don't forget how depraved everything is. Also crossed a voyeur boundary that I haven't come across before.
All in all, this is about sneaking around to watch Sean shower and the consequences of getting caught.
Moments:
• He’d tied the towel around his waist, and I was gutted not to glimpse his cock, but I’d already seen his arse, and it was as good as his son’s.
• The ritual of watching Sean always started with me standing in my black joggers in the family bathroom, door ajar and light off.
• With a clear line of sight into their bathroom, I watched Sean every morning.
• I knew it was wrong. I shouldn’t have watched him like that. I shouldn’t have watched him at all. He wasn’t mine. He was Mum’s.
• Now, seven months after I’d slept with his son, Sean was looking right at me. “What’re you doing?”