"You're so full of it, Jack," Nick said, chuckling as he tossed the room key onto the dresser. "You think you're going to get any better at basketball playing video games?"

Jack, sprawled on the motel bed, rolled his eyes. "At least I'm not living in the past, bro. Maybe I'll finally beat you at something before I'm old and gray."

Nick snatched a towel off the bed. "Keep dreaming. Now, who gets the shower first?"

"You, obviously," Jack replied, his gaze lingering on his brother's broad shoulders. "But don't take all night. This isn't the Ritz-Carlton."

Nick grinned and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Jack with the remote. He flipped through the channels, eyes widening when he stumbled upon a scene that was definitely not rated for family viewing. The TV screen was filled with two very adult individuals engaged in a passionate embrace, their bodies entwined in a way that made Jack's cheeks flush. He quickly turned the volume down, hoping their parents wouldn't hear from next door. The room grew quiet except for the muffled sounds from the shower and the occasional car passing by outside.

Nick stepped into the steaming shower, the water cascading over his taut body. He and his brother Jack had been stuck in the backseat of their parents' car all day as they drove into the mountains to spend a week's vacation for his younger brother's 18th birthday that was in two days.

Jack, feeling a mix of curiosity and guilt, couldn't peel his eyes from the TV. He'd never been big into watching porn before, preferring video games to pass the time. He started to see the appeal.

The shower turned off abruptly, and Jack jumped, his heart in his throat. He fumbled with the remote, finally managing to switch off the TV just as the door creaked open. Nick emerged, a cloud of steam following him, and Jack tried his best to look nonchalant.

"Your turn," Nick said, wrapping the towel around his waist. "Don't worry, I didn't use all the hot water."

Jack nodded, his mind racing with images he hadn't bargained for. He took a deep breath and stood up, trying to ignore his pounding heart and hide his erection as he stepped into the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind him, and he couldn't help but wonder if his brother had heard anything.

Nick dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. He flopped onto the bed, feeling the coolness of the sheets against his skin. He turned on the TV and was greeted by the sight of a hot blonde with obviously fake tits giving a blowjob. Nick smirked, knowing his brother was probably watching this. Nick shrugged and decided, why not? This was as good as anything else.

Jack, while showering, tried to scrub the images from his brain. But as the hot water beat down on him, he couldn't help but think about what he'd seen, when it dawned on him he didn't change the channel and if Nick turned on the TV, he'd know what Jack had been watching.

Jack stepped out of the shower, his skin pink from the heat and his heart racing faster than the droplets of water sliding down his chest. The motel towel felt rough against his sensitive skin. He dried off quickly, trying to ignore the tentative erection that had formed despite his efforts to push the thoughts away. The porn sounds grew clearer as he opened the bathroom door. He stepped into the bedroom to find his brother's eyes glued to the screen.

"So, watching top-notch cinema, were you?" Nick joked.

Jack felt the heat rise up his neck, his cheeks burning. "I was just flipping channels, and..."

Nick raised an eyebrow and smirked but said nothing. Jack quickly got dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, his back turned to his brother to hide his boner. He then grabbed his smartphone from his jeans pocket to check his social media, but the sounds of the movie kept him distracted.

Jack cleared his throat and asked, "You planning on watching that all night, or are we going to do something?"

Nick didn't take his eyes off the screen. "You've got a problem with it?"

Jack shuffled his feet, feeling awkward. "It's just, we could play cards or something."

Nick chuckled and muted the TV, looking over his shoulder. "What's got you so flustered, little bro?"

Jack shrugged, trying to play it cool. "It's just... I don't need to hear that while I'm trying to sleep."

Nick studied him for a moment before standing up and walking over to Jack. He playfully punched his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It's just a bit of fun."

Jack nodded, his heart still racing. He sat down on the bed, feeling the heat from his brother's body radiating through the mattress.

"So, you've never watched porn before?" Nick asked, his tone teasing.

Jack's cheeks turned scarlet. "No," he admitted, feeling his lie stick in his throat. "Well, I mean, I've seen it, but not like... really watched it."

"Fine, if it bothers you that much, I'll change it." With that, he channel flipped until he found a horror movie that just also happened to have a lot of tits in it.

"Is this better?" Nick said with a smug grin, not really caring.

Jack sighed. "Whatever," he said, his voice filled with annoyance.

They watched the horror movie in silence for a while, the sound of their breathing and the occasional scream from the TV filling the room. Eventually, the late hour and the long drive caught up to them, and Nick turned off the TV, plunging the room into darkness.

Jack lay down on his side of the bed, the images from the porn he'd caught playing on repeat in his mind. He tried to focus on the comfort of the mattress beneath him, the softness of the pillow, and the gentle sound of his brother's breathing as he drifted off to sleep. But it was no use; his thoughts kept straying back to the explicit scenes he'd witnessed. He shifted restlessly, feeling the heat in his loins growing more and more uncomfortable.

Nick, who had just been on the edge of sleep, felt the bed jostle and opened his eyes. "What's your problem, Jack?" he mumbled groggily.

Jack stiffened, not wanting to admit his predicament. "Nothing," he murmured, trying to keep his voice low. "I just can't sleep."

Nick sighed and rolled over, facing Jack. "You okay?"

Jack felt his brother's gaze on him, even in the dark. "Yeah," he lied. "Just... restless from the long drive."

"You sure that's it?"

Jack sighed. "I can't stop thinking of the porno, okay?"

"So?" Nick asked. "Just jerk off and be done with it."

"It's not that easy with you in bed with me," Jack said.

"So go to the bathroom."

"And you know what I'll be doing in there."

Nick propped himself up on his elbow and looked at his brother. "Dude, I know all those tissues in your bedroom aren't from blowing your nose."

"Well, that's different. It's not like you know exactly when I'm doing it."

Nick sighed. "Whatever, dude. Then just go to sleep." And with that, Nick rolled back over.

Jack lay there for a few moments, trying to clear his head, but the images from the porn just kept coming back. He could feel his erection growing more and more painful, straining against his shorts. He took a deep breath and began to subtly grind his hips into the mattress, trying to find some relief. The fabric of the mattress felt rough against his skin, but the friction was just enough to make him gasp.

The bed began to squeak softly with every subtle movement Jack made, his desperation growing with each passing second. The tension in the room was palpable, and despite his best efforts, the sound grew louder. Nick stirred, rolling over again.

"Seriously, Jack?" Nick's voice was gruff with sleep. "Are you... are you humping the bed?" Nick's tone was a mix of disbelief and amusement.

Jack couldn't take it anymore. He sat up, his erection tenting his shorts. "Okay, fine! Yes, I am... I can't stop thinking about that porn!"

Nick chuckled. "It wasn't even that good. Seriously, you can't just go jerk off in the bathroom and be done with it?"

Jack's cheeks flushed. "It's fucking weird, with you knowing I'm doing it."

"Well, look, we need to get some sleep, and there's only one way this is getting solved. So..."

Jack looked at his brother in the dim light. "So...?"

Nick didn't respond with words. Instead, he reached out and turned the TV back on, navigating back to the porn channel. The screen flickered back to life, displaying an image that made Jack's face go hot.

"How is this going to help?" Jack asked, his voice strained.

Nick just smirked. Before Jack could protest, he grabbed the hem of Jack's shorts and yanked them down to his knees, freeing his brother's rock-hard erection. Jack's eyes went wide, his mouth forming a silent 'O' of shock, and quickly tried to cover up his erection

Nick leaned in, his voice a low whisper. "Just watch, okay?"

The scene on the TV was intense, the woman's moans filling the room. Nick pulled his brother's hands away from his crotch, and grabbed his brother's erection. The tip was already slick with precum. Squeezing the base, he milked more out before pulling back on Jack's foreskin, letting his fingers glide over Jack's cockhead.

"What-- what are you doing!?"

"Giving you an early birthday gift. Shut up and watch the TV."

The woman on the TV was now riding the man, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Nick's breath grew heavier his brother began to outright masturbate him.

The tension in the room grew, the only sounds the muffled TV and the occasional squeak of the bed springs. Jack's eyes were glued to the screen, but he could feel Nick watching him out of the corner of his eye.

Nick began to stroke him in time with the rhythm of the woman on the TV, his grip firm and sure. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Jack couldn't help but let out a moan. His body was responding in ways he never had when he was alone in his room, and it was all too much.

Jack's breathing grew ragged as the pressure built. He reached up to grip the headboard, his knuckles white. The woman on the screen was close, her moans growing more and more desperate. And then, with a cry that matched hers, Jack felt the orgasm ripping through him. He threw his head back, and with three powerful spurts, he shot his load over his head, painting the wall and the pillow behind him with sticky white ropes of cum. The next few spurts landed on his chest, leaving a warm, wet trail.

Nick chuckled, slowing his strokes as Jack's body quivered and spasmed through the last of his climax. He continued to slowly stroke and milk his brother as the last of his load dribbled out.

"Well, that's one way to get it out of your system," Nick said, his voice still low and teasing, before letting go of Jack's softening dick.

Jack melted into the bed, his chest heaving. He couldn't believe what had just happened. His cheeks were burning, and he was sure his brother was laughing at him.

"Dude, I didn't know you had it in you," Nick said, grinning in the dark and grabbing the bath towel from the floor, wiping his hands on it, then gently cleaning the spent seed off his brother.

Jack managed a weak laugh. "Yeah, me neither," he murmured, still trying to catch his breath.

They lay there in the quiet, the TV still playing in the background. Nick's hand rested lightly on Jack's thigh.

"So, can we go to sleep now?" Nick asked, his voice thick with amusement.

Jack nodded, unable to find his voice. He felt a mix of embarrassment and relief, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. Nick's hand remained on his leg, a gentle reminder of what had just transpired.

Jack eventually pulled up his shorts and rolled onto his side, facing the wall. Nick turned off the TV, plunging the room into darkness once again. The silence was deafening, but after a few moments, Jack heard the rustling of the bed as he settled down for the night. Nick's breathing grew even, and soon Jack felt the weight of sleep pressing down on him too.

As Jack drifted off, he knew that something had changed between them. It was a weird mix of comfort and awkwardness, like finding a forgotten piece of clothing that no longer fit. He wasn't sure if he should be happy or if he should be worried about what had just happened. But for now, he was just tired, and sleep claimed him.

The next morning, Jack woke up with the sun shining through the thin curtains. His heart was racing; the dreams he had been having were too vivid, too real. He looked over at Nick, who was still sleeping peacefully, and realized that their little "incident" wasn't a dream. He felt his cheeks heat up again as he thought about the previous night's events.

He carefully got out of bed, trying not to wake Nick. He grabbed his phone and headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. As he sat on the toilet, he couldn't help but replay everything in his mind. It was like watching a movie, but one he hadn't wanted to see.

When he emerged, Nick was up and dressed, packing his things. "You okay?" he asked, not looking up from his bag.

Jack nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah," he said. "Just had a weird dream."

Nick glanced at him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "You want to talk about it?"

Jack felt his stomach drop. "Nah, it's nothing," he said, trying to laugh it off. "Just a weird dream."

They went through the motions of getting ready for the day, the tension in the room as palpable as the mountain air outside. Jack avoided his brother's eyes, focusing on his packing. They didn't speak again until their parents knocked on the door, ready to start the next leg of their vacation.