BATH SCENE

I’m obsessed with him.

So obsessed it’s not even funny anymore.

I’ve always known this to a point—that I’m the controlling, overprotective, toxic b*stard who can’t spend more than an hour without him being attached to my side—but this is the first time I’m actually seeing it for what it is.

I’m f*cking obsessed with my little brother.

That’s the only way I can describe this feeling inside me right now, glaring at the bubbles that’re hiding his body from me, surrounding his pale flesh the way I should be doing.

I want to surround him like that.

I want to own him like that until all he can feel is me.

I take a step closer without meaning to, and he cracks an eye open, grinning up at me as he rubs those stupid bubbles all over his chest. He’s lying back against the edge with his legs spread out and his feet planted on the base of the bath, slowly running his gaze over my abs and down to the black towel wrapped around my hips.

“Dude, no wonder Arianna always cries after you f*ck her,” he mutters, looking back up to my face. “Why do you look so mad?”

Good f*cking question.

“Sit up.”

He grins again and does as he’s told, excitement flashing in his eyes as he watches me drop the towel and step down into the hot water with him.

It’s a sunken bathtub in the middle of the master bathroom—a wide, rectangular one with four jets on either side. Nicky wanted bubbles though, so I never turned the jets on. Not after the way our dad lost his sh*t one summer when we flooded this entire room by accident. I’m sure he didn’t really give a f*ck what we did to our mother’s family’s cabin. He just likes finding excuses to yell at us and hit things.

I take the spot opposite Nicky and he frowns, his eyebrows pulling down before he opens his mouth to b*tch about it. He probably thought I was gonna sit down behind him, but I’ve got a better idea.

“Come here,” I tell him, lacing my fingers through his to pull him towards me.

Water sloshes over the sides as he moves, but I don’t care, grabbing his waist with both hands to lift him up on top of me. He holds on to my shoulders for support, his knees on either side of my hips as I guide his ass down to my lap. I crook my finger and he lowers his body to mine, locking his arms around my neck to lie down on my chest.

“I like this,” he whispers in my ear, his wet lips teasing the flesh there. “You’re so hot. And hard.”

I make a noise and run my hands from his waist to his ass, squeezing and rubbing him on me to show him how hard I am. He moans and digs his blunt nails into my head, shivering and stretching out like a damn cat with claws. I hold onto him and look down at the length of his body over his shoulder, the sexy little arch of his back and the bubbles sliding over his skin, the way he sucks in a long breath when I gently spread his cheeks to expose his hole to the water. He stops moving then, and I dip my head to make out with the crook of his neck, using my middle fingertip to soothe the spot I just f*cked raw.

I shouldn’t have f*cked him. I definitely shouldn’t have stolen his virginity in a house full of pr*cks who hate boys who kiss boys. But I can’t take it back now, and I don’t want to, so it doesn’t really matter what I should or shouldn’t have done.

Nicky’s mine and I can do what I want with him.

“All f*cking mine.”

I must have said that out loud, because he pulls his neck away from my mouth, his blue eyes wide and full of want as he runs his small hands over my chest. He opens his mouth to speak—probably something about our f*cked up feelings for each other or where we go from here—but I slowly shake my head no, moving my free hand up his spine until it reaches the back of his head.

“Don’t talk,” I rasp. “Just kiss me.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

Always so eager to please, my obedient brother nods fast and drops his mouth to my lips, cupping my jaw with both palms while he slides his tongue over mine. I groan and keep teasing his hole with my finger, wishing I had more hands so I could touch every part of him. His body feels so much softer than usual in here, so wet and slippery that it’s driving me wild. I’m just as needy for him as he is me, f*cking loving the way he’s feeding me his tongue the way I fed him my cock last night.

“Nicky, open your mouth,” I hear myself say, but it comes out more like a plea than a command.

He stops kissing me and tips his head back, sticking his tongue out so I can see his top teeth and the back of his throat. My dick throbs at the sight of him and I take what he’s offering me, fisting his black hair to keep him still while I use my own tongue to f*ck it against his.

“Good boy,” I breathe into him, pulling back to lick his lips, all the way from the left corner of his mouth to the other. “You’re so good for me, baby.”

“Brother,” he whines randomly, desperately rolling his hips against mine, our hard c*cks rubbing together between us. “Call me baby brother again.”

I laugh at that, wrapping one arm around his back while I increase the pressure on his ass.

Dirty little freak.

But I’ll still give him what he wants.

I’ll give him anything.

Everything so long as it keeps him right here where he belongs.

“What is it, baby brother?” I tease his lips, laughing again when he leans down to chase my mouth. “You wanna come on big brother’s d*ck?”

“F*ck, yes.”

“Ride it then,” I say simply, and he does, whimpering through clenched teeth when I snatch his hips to stop him. “Slow.”

“Fucking sh*t.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” he gasps. “Sh*t. God, okay.”

And then he grinds on me slowly—achingly slowly—driving us both wild this time as he rubs his wet d*ck all over mine. He clings to my neck and I carry on playing with his hole, raking my fingers through the hair at the back of his head, our chests slipping and sliding together as he chases the high only I can give him.

It’ll only ever be me.

No one but me.

I growl at the thought and claim his hot little mouth with my tongue, hard and messy and f*cking filthy, just the way he likes it.

We just came twenty minutes ago, but that doesn’t mean sh*t. He’s already there, his entire body locking up against me, his legs clamping down on my hips as he fights to keep it slow like I told him.

“That’s it,” I praise. “Hold yourself right there on the edge. Don’t let go until I say.”

“F*ck. Kade, please.”

“Please what?”

“Stop talking like that,” he begs, squeezing his eyes shut as his pelvis jerks against mine. “I can’t—f*ck, I can’t handle it.”

“I know,” I tease, guiding his movements with the hand on his ass. “Keep kissing me, baby brother. I wanna feel it on my tongue when you moan.”

“Kade,” he cries out, yanking my head back and leaning all the way over me, his damp hair falling over his forehead and into my eyes. “Don't be a d*ck, just come on. Please. Please, please, pleas—”

God, I love f*cking with him like this. The power he gives me to control his body and his mind like this… it gets me higher than the coke running through my system.

“Come,” I demand. “Right now.”

He chokes out a breath and keeps his mouth pushed down on mine, allowing me to swallow all the sounds he’s making while he rides me a little harder. Just as he starts to go off in my arms, I slide the tip of my finger inside him, holding it there as he comes all over my c*ck. That little bit of pain has him shouting out a curse, shaking all over, triggering my own orgasm when I realize how much he f*cking loves it. He bites my lip as payback and I groan long and loud into his mouth, my eyes rolling back as my c*m shoots out of my d*ck onto my abs. 

“F*ck, yes,” I rasp, pulling back a bit to look down between us, watching him move as I roll my hips up to meet his. “F*ck, yes, baby, that’s hot.”

He nods and sways a little, looking tired and breathless as he falls down on top of me. I carefully ease my finger out of his ass and wrap my arms around him, drawing light circles on his back and sides to calm him down. He’s so warm, and I can feel his heart beating fast and hard against mine, gradually slowing down before they return to their normal rates.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” he whispers, both arms wrapped around my shoulders again with his face hidden in the crook of my neck. “Why is everything so f*cking hard out there, Kade?”

I sigh and cradle his head in my hand, careful not to move him too much as I reach out to top the bath up with hot water. I need to get him out and into the shower now that we’re both lying in our own c*m, but I’ll let him stay a little longer if that’s what he wants.

“I told you, baby boy,” I whisper back, slowly moving my lips from his cheek to his jaw and back again. “This is not our forever. Not yet.”