In the wee hours, brother Palesz retreats to his bedroom, the house silent save for the distant hum of the refrigerator. He strips off his boxers, his cock already hard and aching. He wraps his hand around it, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He pumps slowly, then faster, his grip tightening as he feels the familiar build of pressure. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he comes, his seed pulsing out, coating his hand and the bedsheets.