Chapter 1
I arrived home late at night after a long day at work. I had taken on two jobs after graduating college. Though I had earned my degree, life wasn’t easy, especially when you’re teetering on the edge of desperation and have a younger brother to feed in addition to yourself.
I stumbled into our tiny apartment, which was already three weeks behind on rent by the way. Despite the struggles, I clung to hope, juggling two jobs—working as a teaching assistant by day and a bartender at a local bar by night. My shifts usually start between 6 and 7 p.m. and end around 10 or midnight. Unfortunately, tonight was anything but routine. A conflict broke out at the bar after one customer repeatedly attacked another for reasons unknown. Sides were quickly taken, groups formed, and the violence escalated until the police were finally called. As employees, we had no choice but to clean up the aftermath. I can only hope those responsible will be held accountable for the chaos and damages they caused.
At 2 a.m, thanks to that conflict, I stumbled upon this tiny place that is so called “home” of ours, I mean it is really our home after our parents demise on that awful plane crash. The aroma of an old, sparsely furnished apartment mingled with a faint layer of dust and the musty scent of clutter. A chilly breeze drifted in through the open window, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.
“Luther really” I think to myself of my brother walking towards the window and still feeling the chilly wind of dawn. I grabbed both of the handles and pulled it towards me completely locking it. In times like this it is very dangerous and burglars and nasty thieves might take the opportunity to ransack our home and more dangerously harming me and my brother. I have constantly reminded this kid to "always close remaining open doors and windows at night", but for some reason he does not really take my words seriously.
I walked to the doorway of my bedroom and pushed it open, expecting to find my ‘not-so-little’ brother fast asleep in his own room. But no, there he was, sitting on my bed, shirtless, his lean and muscular frame illuminated by the dim light, wearing a frown and an indignant expression.
I sighed tried to dismiss him and just started to put my things from my bag on my table. "Where have you been?" He asked with a cold tone and grimace. I sighed "A conflict occurred at the bar, costumers are fighting and we had to clean the mess" I replied trying to sound indifferent without looking at him, even so I can feel his eyes piercing through my head, And suddenly.
***WARNING: Forbidden scenes between brothers will be occurring, if you're not so fan of incest, might aswell skip the part***
I felt his strong arms wrap around me, his muscular chest pressing firmly against my back, his warm breath brushing the sensitive space between my ear and neck, and his imposing heat enveloping me. "I missed you," he whispered, his voice soft but insistent, his breath tickling my right ear.
"Luther, not now, please... I’m exhausted," I replied, my voice tinged with desperation as my body threatened to give in to sheer fatigue. But my brother was never one to take ‘no’ for an answer.
"I don’t think so, Eric," he said, his tone firm, brushing aside my plea as if it were irrelevant.
He began nibbling gently on my ear, his lips trailing soft kisses along my nape. Then, with a swift motion, he spun me around to face him, his eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mixture of longing and desperation, like a predator sizing up its prey before the hunt. Luther pressed his lips firmly against mine, the kiss lingering for at least five seconds. When he pulled back, his piercing blue eyes met mine once more, holding the same intense, predatory gaze as before.
He grabbed me firmly by the arm and led me toward the bed, successfully pushing me down onto the bouncing foam of the mattress. With one hand, he pinned both of my arms above my head, while the other slipped beneath the fabric of my shirt, his fingers making direct contact with my skin. He let his touch linger, teasingly flicking the sensitive peaks of my chest, sending a shiver through me.
"Do you really not want to?" He asked me with again, those big stupid eyes he often used to manipulate me and get what he want.
This bastard knew exactly what he was doing, and as always, I couldn’t fight him, I couldn’t go against his wishes, no matter how far he pushed. For some twisted reason, I could never resist him, never bring myself to say no. I’d carried this habit since we were kids, and even now, in this grotesque, twisted relationship we share, nothing has changed. It’s still the same.
Of course, as usual, I didn’t protest. "Thought so," he said, a smug smirk plastered on his face before he closed the distance between us and captured my lips in a kiss. And, as always, I found myself helplessly giving in, pleading silently for more...
