Chapter 10: THE BROTHER

I did not reply to the message.

I locked the phone and put it face down on the nightstand. The words stayed in my head anyway.

‘I can make the ache stop.’

My body reacted to them even while I told myself I would not answer. The heat low in my belly refused to die.

I spent the day trying to act normal in my sister’s apartment.

I made coffee. I sat on the couch. I scrolled through nothing on my phone.

I helped her with a few dishes when she left for work. The whole time the unfinished feeling from the night before sat between my legs like an open wound.

The delivery man had been deep inside me. He had been fucking me exactly the way I needed.

Then Ethan walked in and everything stopped before I could come. The slap, the bag, the drive across the city, none of it had erased the need.

It only made it worse.

By late afternoon the restlessness took over.

My sister was still at work. The apartment was quiet.

I tried to read something on my phone and gave up after two minutes. I tried to watch television and turned it off. I stood up and started pacing. Living room to kitchen. Kitchen to hallway. Hallway back to the living room.

Every few steps my hand drifted between my legs without permission. I touched myself through the jeans, then stopped, then did it again.

The ache was sharp now. I needed a real dick inside me. Not fingers. Not a toy.

Something thick and hard that would not finish in five minutes.

I was still pacing when the knock came.

I froze in the middle of the living room. My heart jumped. For a second I thought it might be Ethan. Or the person who sent the message. I walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

It was Ethan’s younger brother.

I opened the door halfway. “What are you doing here?”

He stood on the step in a plain shirt and jeans. He looked a lot like Ethan, only younger and harder around the eyes. He gave a small smile that did not reach the rest of his face.

“I came to check on you,” he said. “For the family’s sake.”

I kept the door mostly closed. “How did you know I was here?”

He shrugged. “That’s not the important question right now.”

The answer bothered me, but I was too tired and too wound up to push it. I stepped back and let him inside.

He closed the door behind him and looked around the small apartment like he was already comfortable.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I went by the house first,” he said. “You weren’t there. Ethan told me everything that happened.”

I crossed my arms. “So he sent you to make sure I stay away or what?”

“No. I came on my own.” His eyes moved over me slowly, the same way men used to look at me on set. Open. Hungry.

Like he already knew what was under my clothes. “He said he caught you with a delivery guy. Said you were bent over the bed taking it when he walked in.”

My face heated. “I don’t want to talk about that.”

He took a step closer. “I’ve watched every video you ever made. More than once. I know exactly what that body of yours can take. I know the sounds you make when you’re getting fucked right.”

I swallowed. “You shouldn’t say things like that. You’re his brother.”

“I know who I am.” His voice stayed calm. “I also know I’m hard just standing this close to you.”

My eyes dropped before I could stop them. The front of his jeans showed the clear shape of his cock, thick and pressed against the fabric.

My pussy clenched hard. The unfinished need from yesterday roared back to life.

I told myself I would not cross this line. This was still family. I was already in enough trouble. I had just been thrown out of my home. I could not do this.

My body disagreed. The heat between my legs grew heavier. My nipples tightened under the t-shirt. I could feel how wet I was already getting just from the way he looked at me.

He watched my face and smiled a little, like he could see every thought.

Then he stepped even closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. Close enough that the front of his jeans almost brushed against me.

His voice dropped.

“Tell me something, Riley. Was the delivery man the first since the wedding… or just the first one your husband caught?”