Chapter 3

The sun was already high in the sky when Jay woke up, his body aching, his cock still half-hard from the dreams he’d been having. He groaned, stretching out on his bed, his mind still hazy with sleep. He could still feel the tension in his muscles, the need for release that had kept him awake most of the night.

He rolled out of bed, his feet hitting the cold hardwood floor with a thud. He stood up, his body protesting the movement, and made his way to the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, letting the water heat up before stepping inside. He let the hot water pour over him, washing away the remnants of his dreams, trying to clear his mind.

But it was no use. His cock was still hard, throbbing with need. He couldn’t ignore it any longer. He reached down, wrapping his hand around his shaft, giving it a slow stroke. He leaned back against the cool tile, his eyes closing as he let out a low groan.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand moving faster, his grip tightening.

He needed to come, needed to release the tension that had been building inside him all night. As his hand moved faster, and as he neared climax, an unwanted thought popped into his head: Kara.

Her innocent face, her wide eyes, her eagerness to learn from him. He tried to push the thought away, to focus on Karruche, but it was no use. The image of his sister was burned into his mind, and he couldn’t shake it.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand moving furiously now, his cock throbbing with need. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, but he didn’t want to come like this. He didn’t want to come thinking about his sister.

He turned off the water, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel.

He dried himself off roughly, his movements jerky, his breathing ragged. He needed to get a grip, to push thoughts of Kara out of his mind. He was with Karruche now, and he needed to focus on her, on them.

He pulled on a pair of boxers, tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt, making his way downstairs to the kitchen. His mother was already there, making breakfast. She looked up as he entered, a warm smile on her face.

“Morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?” she asked, flipping a pancake on the griddle.

“You were tossing and turning all night. Everything okay?”

Jay grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filling it with orange juice. Just had a lot on my mind,” he replied, avoiding her gaze.

His mother hummed, sliding the pancake onto a plate and pushing it towards him. “Well, eat up. You’ve got a big day ahead of you.”

Jay thanked her, pouring syrup onto his pancakes and taking a seat at the kitchen island. He ate in silence, his mind elsewhere, until his mother spoke again.

“Oh, and Jay? Your uncle called. He can’t make it for dinner tonight,” his mother said, turning back to the stove. “He said to tell you he’s sorry he missed you last night.”

Jay looked up from his plate, his mind racing. He had completely forgotten about his uncle’s visit, too caught up in thoughts of Kara and Karruche. “Oh, okay. Thanks, Mom,” he replied, taking another bite of his pancakes.

His mother turned back to him, her brow furrowed. “Are you sure everything’s alright, Jay? You seem distracted.”

Jay forced a smile, shaking his head.

“I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all.” He quickly finished his breakfast, eager to get out of the kitchen and away from his mother’s prying eyes.

As he was leaving, his mother called after him, “And Jay? Be home by six. Your uncle might stop by later.”

Jay rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “Yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time”.

As he passed by Kara, he glanced at her and she gave him an icy cold look. He regretted glancing at her, but he wanted to smooth over the trouble that had brewed between them since the previous night. But he did not want to discuss it in front of his mother. He cast one last glance at his sister then left the kitchen.