This time, I came more than when I was just jerking off earlier, so cleaning up wouldn't be easy.
But to avoid any suspicion, I decided to take a quick shower first, get rid of the sticky feeling, and then clean up the mess on the floor.
I stripped off my clothes, tossed them on top of the mess, and headed into the bathroom.
As soon as I turned on the hot water, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Nathan, are you in there?" A gentle voice slipped through the crack in the door.
It was Rachel's voice, a stark contrast to her seductive tone from earlier.
"Yeah! I'm taking a shower!" I turned down the water flow and shouted back.
"Why are you showering in the middle of the day? Come out for dinner."
"I'm coming! I'll be right out!"
I quickly lathered up with shower gel, squeezing a handful into a rich foam in my palms, spreading it on my chest, down my stomach, and up to my cock.
I gripped it with both hands, barely managing to lather up the shower gel.
This cock was crucial for my sex life and male pride, so it had to be cleaned thoroughly.
Maybe I'd enjoy it more when I finally get to f*** Rachel's p***y in the future.
I was so focused on washing my cock that I completely forgot about the mess I needed to clean up.
After showering, I went back to the bed, planning to toss the soiled clothes and pants into the bathroom, only to find them missing.
There were just a few drops of semen left on the floor from my underwear, some of which had been wiped away by the clothes.
Damn it! Did Rachel take them to wash?
I rushed out to find them, and as soon as I stepped outside, I saw my black underwear hanging high on the balcony, flapping in the wind.
Oh no! How embarrassing!
"Why are you just standing there? Come on, dinner's ready!" Rachel called out when she saw me at the door.
"Okay, I'm coming." I followed Rachel downstairs for dinner, but Samuel was nowhere to be seen.
I was puzzled, "Where's Samuel?"
"He had some work at the company and had to go back," Rachel said.
During dinner, I kept an eye on Rachel's expressions. Apart from a slight blush on her cheeks, there was nothing unusual.
It seemed like she wanted to act like nothing had happened, but I couldn't let it go.
I still remembered her words about "having a child with someone else."
Anyway, whether she had a child with me or with Samuel, it was the same, right?
"You washed my pants, didn't you?" I asked.
"Yes, I saw they were dirty, so I washed them."
"What about the semen on them, did you see that too?"
Rachel paused for a couple of seconds while eating, her head lowered even further.
If she lowered it any more, her face would be in her plate.
"Yes. You're young, it's normal not to control it," Rachel's voice was very soft, but I heard it.
"Was it a lot?" I asked.
Rachel still didn't speak, nor did she dare to look up at me.
"Who do you think ejaculates more, me or Samuel?" I pressed.
Before Rachel could respond, I added, "Do you want to have sex with me and find out?"
Rachel's shy face turned red.
"Are you crazy? I'm your brother's wife!" She suddenly raised her head, staring at me with wide eyes.
Though her tone sounded angry, her expression didn't match—her bright eyes fixed on me, giving the impression she was actually looking forward to it.
"So what? We're not related by blood." I shrugged nonchalantly.
Although Samuel was my nominal brother, we were not related by blood.
We just grew up together in the same orphanage.
When we reached elementary school age, we were both adopted by a couple.
Now I happened to be working in Samuel's company, and to save expenses, I was staying at his house.