My Stepbrothers's Hidden Feelings on Social Media

Just go back home from the gym, I burrowed under the covers with my massage gun, letting the vibrations soothe my aching muscles.

My Stepbrother,Jasper, barged in and said coldly. Feels that good?

I nodded like a bobblehead.

It really did.

Then he yanked off his tie and bound my wrists.

It's too small.

Huh?

"And too slow."

Huh??

"Try me instead."

HUH???

Jasper, it's just a massage gun!

Today was leg day. I'd just walked home, and my thighs screamed with every step!

Cursing under my breath, I grabbed my Temu-bought massage gun and switched it on.

A tingling wave surged up my thighs!

Pure bliss!

Just as a moan threatened to escape, the door suddenly slammed open.

Jasper stood in the doorway, his eyes shadowed and unreadable.

My choked "Ah~" died in my throat, and I bolted upright, embarrassed.

"You're home."

Panicked he'd make me run extra laps, I fumbled to turn it off

But my frantic kick bumped it to ?MAX VIBRATE.??

Now, a weird, buzzing shape under the covers, right between my thighs.

The room fell silent except for the frantic vibrating.

"What are you doing?"

His voice had gone gravelly.

"Just using this"

I reached down to grab the buzzing thing. He jerked his head away, ears flushing crimson.

"How dare you show me that."

"Turn. It. Off."

Seriously? A three-year-older Jasper freaked by a massage gun?

A pang of pity hit me. I decided right then to share this amazing discovery with him.

Clearing my throat, I announced.

"No need to shut it off. Perfect timinghop on and try it."

"It feels amazing!"

He looked shocked.

"Do you even hear yourself?"

Can't blame him. That big massage head vibrating wildly under the covers did look pretty intense.

I hastily dialed it down to "gentle pulse."

Making a fist, I mimed kneading my palm with the rhythm. "It's just simulating a hand massage, maybe it's a bit exaggerated, just more intense!"

"And it targets deep tissue. It helps your body relax completelyway better than a real person!!"

Jasper's brow furrowed, his voice dropping dangerously low.

"You've tried real person?!"

"Uh, no."

Watching him rub his temples in frustration, I felt a twinge of guilt.

He'd been working dawn-to-dusk since taking me in. No wonder he missed out on modern comforts.

Determined to make it up to him, I rolled up my sleeves and hugged his thigh.

"Don't be scared, Jasper. I'll ease you in with my hands first. You'll love it."

Damn, these muscles are tight.

Seizing the chance, I gave a shameless grope before nuzzling my head against him.

But just 0.01mm from those abs, he grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up.

"?Orrin!??"

I flinched hard.

A crumpled note from class fluttered to the floor.

No one can see my chat logs with Remy!

"Don't read it!"

Too late. he smoothly unfolded it with his long fingers.

Remy: Daydreaming again?

Me: Just fantasizing about kissing my hubby

Hubby wasn't real.

It was my code name for Jasper!

But if I explained that, someone as straight-laced as him would only misunderstand more.

My silence cracked his composure.

"You have a boyfriend?"

His voice was colder than I'd ever heard it, almost trembling.

"You bought that for him?"

His eyes darkenedt.

Well, I did buy the gun hoping Jasper would workout with me again

Technically not wrong.

So I braced myself and nodded.

His breath hitched. Crumpling the note, he hurled it down with his hands trembling.

"You think of him when using it?"

Kinda.

So I give another nod.

"?Stay away from him!??"

He bit the words out wrathfully.

"And never let me see that filthy thing here again!"

Why ban my massage gun?!

Oh no. Then what should I do if my legs are sore.

"But what if I really need it?"

He took a deep breath, sounding exhausted.

"You crave that feeling this much?"

I nodded, biting my lip in a pleading pout.

"Then help me?"

If he tires from massaging me, maybe he'll cave on the gun!

His eyes darkened dangerously, like he was holding back.

"Please."

I whimpered, sliding a hand under my sleepshirt to rub my throbbing thighs.

My legs were already screaming from today's squats.

Without proper recovery, tomorrow would be hell!

He seized my wrist. "?Stop squirming!??"

Then, with a resigned sigh, he exhaled hard.

"Shower first. I'll meet you downstairs."

Yes!

This rare Jasper-massage session? I'd savor every second!

I pushed two sofas together into a mega-bed.

Then I pulled up my favorite Netflix series.

Netflix and chill Time!

Bring it on!

But scrolling Instagram on my burner account, I suddenly saw a post from a guy whose profile pic was him running by a stream.

[My crush (also my stepbrother) has a boyfriend, but he still asked me to help him relax. What should I do?]

I tapped furiously.

[My Stepbro of 15 years just confessed he has a BF, yet begged me to help himfeel better. What do I do?]

Fifteen years?

Weirdly familiar

But my inner gossip-hound ignored the itch.

[He clearly loves you. Why else stick around 15 years?]

Loves_My_Stepbro was distraught.

Replied instantly. He must had glued to his phone.

[But he usually avoids me. Seems scared.]

Why does that sound like Jasper confiscating my snacks

and hunting me down if I'm 1 minute past curfew?

A shiver ran down my spine. My fingers flew across the screen,

Maybe you're too strict?]

He replied.

[I'm older. I guess I do tend to overmanage him sometimes.]

Bingo!

[He's into you. The BF's probably fake. Test him tonight!]

Locking my screen, pride swelled.

Nailed it!

Helped a lost soul!

Warm fuzzies faded as Jasper's face flashed in my mind.

He was controllingsometimes annoyingly so.

But I needed that.

Even thrived on his possessiveness.

For me, it's a proof that he cared about me.

I buried my face in my hands, feeling a bit perverted for thinking that.

Does Jasper have a hidden side too?

Would he ever show me?

Heat climbed my neck as footsteps descended the stairs.

Closer closer

I glanced upand froze.

His unlocked screen still showed that post!

What if Jasper is Loves_My_Stepbro?!

I dropped my gaze, my heart pounding.

I need answers.

"Shy now?"

His tall frame closed in.

Swallowed by his cedar scent, I fumbled for the remote.

"Movie first, Jasper!"

"Fine."

His fingers drummed the sofa behind me.

His shower-fresh scent wrapped around memaddeningly delicious.

So good it made my heart flutter.

"Movies help set the mood."

Successful people need ambiance for massages?

Before I could reply, the screen lit up with a kissing scene.

Moans filled the quiet living roomraw, hungry.

I flinched awaystraight into his smoldering gaze.

"Does he know we're watching this?"

Jasper, what kind of line is that?!

And who's he?

The air thickened. My brain short-circuited.

Then

On screen, the guy unbuttoned her shirt.

I swallowed hard. A strange tingle crawled up my spine.

So thirsty.

Jasper leaned closer, brushing hair from my ear.

His whisper was pure temptation.

"You know what comes next, right?"

As he spoke, his hand slowly drifted from the nape of my neck down to the button at my collar.

His fingertips grazed my skin, and I shivered uncontrollably.

My pulse went wild.

How is Jasper so calm?

He just sat there, perfectly composed on the sofa.

As his fingers hovered over my top button, I grabbed his wrist.

He paused with his eyes locking on minesuddenly hopeful.

"Confessing something?"

Confess?

No.

You're the one who owes answers.

Are you the guy who's loved me for ten years?

I guided his resisting hand to my collarbone.

Held it there.

"Jasper, why keep asking about other people?"

His hand jerked back, his breath catching.

He looked flustered, like his secret had been uncovered.

So I pushed harder.

Copying the girl on screen, I clumsily climbed into his lap.

Drew circles on his visibly tense thigh.

"Jealous?"

My sore legs buckled. I tipped backward

A strong arm hooked my back, yanking me flush against him.

Now I was sprawled across his lap, pinned by his grip.

His throat bobbed.

Rough fingers brushed my parted lips.

"?Yes.??"

A ragged admission.

"You're just so small everywhere."

He shifted me to straddle him, paralyzing me with shock.

His hand slid under my shirt, skimming my waist

Then jerked back like touching fire.

He seemed to be holding back, his voice hoarse.

"I haven't asked you yet Is this okay?"