I didn’t say that out loud, though, ’cause I was the one who couldn’t sleep without him, and I didn’t want him getting even.
“Then you’ll know where to find me if you wanna bail,” I settled for saying.
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
Chapter 2
“We should get up, Riv.”
“Speak for yourself.” I wasn’t done recharging, but at least the night had melted away the bitchiness from yesterday. “It’s way too early.”
“It’s almost eight,” he chuckled tiredly.
“Like I said…” I pulled him closer to me and, ironically, woke the hell up mentally when I accidentally pressed my morning wood against his. “Sorry.” I turned my lower body away again.
He cleared his throat. “It’s okay. I, um, I keep thinking about the porn from yesterday.”
Oh, really.
“Yeah?”
I felt him nod against the pillow we shared.
“The scene that started after the one we saw…” He trailed off.
I knew what scene he was talking about. Same two dudes from the one we’d watched, with the addition of another dominant guy. They’d spit-roasted the subservient man.
“That’s hot, innit?” I murmured, opening my eyes.
“So fucking hot.”
Goddammit, this wasn’t gonna help with my hard-on.
I slipped my hand down my boxers and gave my cock a solid squeeze before trapping it under the waistband. That way, it wouldn’t show when I stood up later.
“Can we get off?” Reese asked quietly.
Fuck yes. I kept my features schooled, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t surprised. I didn’t think he’d take the initiative this soon.
“You want me to put on the porno?” I asked.
He shook his head and lowered his gaze to the sliver of space between us. “I wanna talk.”
We could do that. The thought of talking about fucking, with the intention of getting off to it, catapulted a ball of lust through me.
“I can’t get it out of my head,” he said. “I checked out the magazine under your bed last night too, and I didn’t know any of that existed.”
“About sadism and masochism?” I pushed down my boxers a bit and gripped my cock loosely.
Reese saw it and nodded once, then pushed himself up on one elbow. “If people get off on being beaten, I don’t understand why it’s gotta be wrong.”
“Me either,” I admitted. “I’ve read some studies about it from researchers who get it. Pain can be a releasing factor or something, and I can relate to that. I wanna go rough not just because of what it would do to the one I’m with, but because of how it’d feel for me too. Like, I wanna get scratch marks and bruises.”
“Yeah—that,” he breathed.
I peered down between us and saw him in the shadows of the covers, his hand forming a fist around his cock, and I clenched my jaw. Just seeing him like this turned my cock into granite. I couldn’t wave that off as nothing. It meant something.
If Reese got off to the thought of a third person, I knew which direction to take this.
“Imagine someone between us,” I murmured. “Someone we used together.”
“Fuck.” He dug his head under mine, maybe to shield his face, but I didn’t care. We both were still looking down at each other; he couldn’t hide that for shit. “Someone who wanted pain?”
“Yeah.” I turned my face a little and pressed my lips to the side of his head. “Someone who wanted it fucking filthy and animalistic.”
“Oh my God,” he moaned.
I stroked myself harder. “Someone who doesn’t give a crap about what’s wrong or right, as long as it feels good. It’s all about what’s consensual, you know? If everyone involved wants it, fuck what anyone else thinks. We’re legal adults, baby brother.”
He pressed himself even closer and buried his face against my neck, and my eyes fluttered closed. His lips on my skin were just the beginning of what I wanted.
Give in to the temptation, Reese.
Cross the lines with me.
I groaned when he grazed his teeth along my neck.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Bite me.”
It suddenly felt like I was drowning in filth. My twin brother sank his teeth into my neck as we stroked our dicks with mere inches between, and I could smell the pre-come trickling down. I used it and rubbed it into my cock, squeezing it, finding that line between pleasure and pain.
Before I knew it, Reese let out a choked moan and went rigid. Then he sucked hard on my neck and started coming.
I screwed my eyes shut as ropes of come landed on my cock and on my hand, and I used that too. I rubbed my brother’s come all over my cock and groaned while the orgasm took over. It was him. He set it off. And I didn’t know how he’d make the switch to something casual after this, but I was sure he’d try.
I wasn’t as inclined today to make it easy for him.
With one shudder triggering another, we waited until our climaxes had subsided and our heart rates had returned to normal.
“That was fucked up,” he said shakily, inching away from me. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”
I swallowed dryly and shoved away the covers. We’d avoided messes yesterday, but today it looked like I was washing my sheets.
“I’ll, um…I’ll be right back.” He climbed out of bed and ducked out of the room.
I heard him in the bathroom. First, with the shower running, and then with the cupboards under the sink opening and closing.
I got out of bed too, and I stripped the mattress and used a pillowcase to wipe my hands and stomach.
New underwear were needed, but they would have to wait until it was my turn to shower.
When Reese reemerged, he was dripping wet and had a new towel around his hips. And for the first time in my life, I admitted to myself that I found him sexy as hell. I was insanely attracted to my own brother, and I wasn’t even gonna worry if that made me a narcissist. My life was fucked up enough as it was.
Judging by how quickly Reese got dressed and how he avoided eye contact, I had a feeling I knew what he was gonna do today—anything that put distance between us.
I was prepared for it.
“I saw that we’ve run out of detergent,” he said. “I’ll go out and get some more.”
Starting right now, then.
“Okay.”
Two minutes later, he was heading out, and I trailed into the bathroom and threw my sheets into the washer.
I wonder.
I opened the cupboards and squatted down.
And I sighed.
There were two boxes of the same detergent Pop always bought at Sam’s Club.
“Nice try, Reese.” I grabbed a box and started the washer.
* * *
While I spent the day reading one of the books I’d brought from home and using the underused home gym in Pop’s bedroom, Reese was in and out of the house the whole time, doing anything to avoid talking to me. He’d returned with detergent, only to find the washer running already, which had prompted a quick excuse to drive over to the cemetery and visit Ma’s grave.