LOGINHe's supposedly my brother, but we started doing things that normal siblings never had in between. It's just started in a simple eye-to-eye contact, become kissing, to touching and more intense moments. But our love should stay behind close doors...
View MoreThree days had passed since that afternoon in my room, three days of stolen glances across the dinner table, of hidden touches under the cover of blankets while the TV played, of Vance’s voice whispering promises against my skin when the house went quiet at night. Every inch of me still hummed with the memory of him: the rough heat of his hands, the taste of my own arousal on his lips, the way he’d unraveled me completely until I didn’t know where I ended and he began. My body felt permanently marked, sensitive and alive in places I’d never felt before, every beat of my heart echoing one single truth: I belong to him. Completely, undeniably, irrevocably his. We weren’t classmates, didn’t share a single subject, and that distance during the day only made the pull between us sharper, heavier, like a string pulled tight and ready to snap whenever we were apart. Walking into school on Monday felt like stepping into a different world, one where I had to wear a mask,
The air in my room felt thick and heavy, still humming with the aftershocks of what we’d just done, but Vance wasn’t done. Not even close. He shifted his weight, dragging himself slowly up my body until his face hovered right over mine, his eyes dark and glazed, burning with a need that hadn’t faded, it had only grown sharper, hungrier. He looked at me like I was the only thing that existed, like he wanted to memorize every line, every dip, every inch of skin he hadn’t touched yet. “You feel so good through the clothes,” he murmured, his voice rough and wrecked, fingers brushing lightly over the collar of my shirt. “But I need more. I need to feel you. All of you.” My breath hitched, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. There was fear there, sharp and bright, but it was completely drowned out by the overwhelming, aching need to be closer, to feel him skin to skin, no barriers, no fabric, nothing between us at all. I nodded slowly, unabl
The big garden was warm and smelled like roses. The staff usually takes care of it, but today was family bonding time so Mom asked me to help her trim plants and pick flowers. I moved slowly though. I couldn’t stop thinking about breakfast earlier. I remembered Vance’s leg pressing against mine under the table and his deep voice saying he wasn’t done with me. Every time I bent down, I could still feel his hands and his lips on me, fresh in my mind. “You’re going so slow today,” Mom said softly. She touched my forehead, looking worried. “You look tired. Still feeling sick?” I nodded, looking down as my face got hot. “Yeah, a bit. My head hurts too.” “Go rest then,” she said right away, guiding me inside. “You’ve done enough. Lie down and drink water. I’ll finish here.” “Are you sure?” “Definitely. Go on.” I walked inside. Tito Vunce took Vance to a business meeting earlier, so I thought they’d be gone all day. But
The morning sun filtered through the dining room curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the table, but the light didn’t reach the heavy, charged atmosphere hanging in the air. I sat at my usual spot, staring down at my plate of toast and eggs, barely able to lift my head. Every part of me felt different—like I’d been completely remade the night before, stitched back together with Vance’s hands, his mouth, his words. My skin still hummed, sensitive and aware, carrying the ghost of every touch he’d left behind. It felt like I was glowing from the inside out, a bright, burning light I had to work desperately hard to hide. Across from me, Vance sat quiet. He looked unbothered on the surface—relaxed posture, one arm draped over the back of the empty chair beside him, lazily sipping his coffee. But I knew better. I saw the way his jaw was set, the way his eyes were darker than usual, heavy with the weight of what we’d done and what we now shared. Every few secon












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