First Edition of my new story!!!
“Hey, bro. What’s goin’ on, man?” My twin, Adrian gave me an awkward one-armed hug.
“Not much, man. Ant’s in the living room.”
“Cool, thanks. See ya later.”
He stalks through the foyer, douchy black Skin tank top and dragon tattoo on full display. He looks like me, if I had the audacity to dress like a douche. He wore a black hat on hair almost identical to mine.
One more thing. He’s Anthony’s boyfriend. You heard me. My BEST friend is dating my brother. Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for them. I’m just… feeling spited. Because when they kiss, hug, it’s like watching Anthony kiss me. Watching him hug me. In the swagging douche form Adrian had going.
“Hey, babe. I wasn’t expecting you.” Anthony sounds excited. I hear the soft sound of a gentle embrace.
A murmured response.
I hear the soft squeak of the couch as they sat down, and under the squeak I hear the unmistakable snap of a kiss. But I have to go through the living room. Shit. I decide to chance it, and walk into a full make-out session.
“Whoa! Whoa! Get a room!” I shield my eyes. Not because it’s graphic or whatever, but I just don’t like seeing Ant, my Anthony, making out with my brother. Weird. Just plain weird.
Anthony blushes and laughs nervously, before taking Adrian’s hand and leading him to his room. Holy crap. I go to my own room, and plugging in my headphones, play loud, ear-grating rock music to drown out guttural noises. In about an hour, I figure it’s safe. Cracking my door, I find Adrian about to knock.
“Yeah, hey, bro. Can you drive me home?”
“Yeah, sure..?” We go out to my car, with no sign of Anthony.
“So where’s-”
“He’s sleeping.” He blushes and looks out the window.
We arrive at his new apartment, a studio near the ghetto.
He invites me in for Kool-Aid. Can’t turn down free Kool-Aid, bitch. I walk up to the door, and my shirt snags on a piece of broken wall.
“Oh, shit! There’s a huge hole in my shirt now…”
“It’s cool, bro. You can borrow one of mine.” He grabs one out of a pile my mom folded last time she was over here.
He tosses it to me, and I catch it. I quickly undress, pulling on the solid black wife-beater.
After we drink our Kool-Aid, I leave, slightly uncomfortable in Adrian’s tank top.
I drive home. I walk in, sitting on the couch. Anthony appears; face lighting up when he sees me. He’s shirtless, almost glowing.
“Hey, I didn’t expect you back so soon.”
“Hey.” I can’t help but smile back.
“Where’s Ian?” He holds his arms out for a hug, and I realize what’s happening. He thinks I’m Adrian. And in his tank-top, being his identical twin, I see the error, and I’m not gonna correct it.
I stand up from the couch, wrapping my arms across his lanky stomach.
“He’s hangin’ at Mom’s.” I talk a little lower than usual, adding an inflection where Adrian’s street-worthy accent goes.
“I love you.” He whispers, kissing the top of my head. I look up in shock and another kiss lands squarely on my lips.
The soft kiss quickly grows heated, Anthony’s rough hands gripping the sides of my face, eyes fluttering shut.
He turns suddenly, pushing me against the wall. His tongue invades my mouth; his hands roughly palm my chest and stomach.
“Bedroom.” He picks me up, opening the nearby door to his room. He throws me on the bed, kissing me hard again. His strips off Adrian’s black tank top, tugging my black skinny jeans down my legs. His eyes widen minutely as his eyes sweep appreciatively over my body. Is it possible.. No. No way.
“I love you.” He says as he kisses a nipple.
He grazes the red bud of skin with his teeth, making me shudder.
“Are you ready, babe?” He smirks, hooking his thumbs into the elastic band of my underwear. As he rode them over my legs, my throbbing dick sprung free of the confining fabric. His eyes glimmer mischievously as he winks and takes my whole length into his wet mouth. Gasping and writhing, my fingers rake over the sheets, gripping them tightly as Anthony sucked and tugged away at my man.
Right at the point of no return, he removes his lips, and a half-empty bottle appears in his hand.
“Cherry. Your fave.” He says with a strange little laugh.
Cherry was my favorite scent. I guess me and Adrian have more in common than I thought…
Anthony guides me to a sitting position, lathering his fingers and dick. The air, scented with cherry, now sparkles with an electric charge.
“Hands and knees. You know the drill.”
I shift to my limbs as directed, and I gasp as his index finger pushes inside.
“Wow, babe. You tightened up fast today.”
“I’m sorry…” I whimper as he pushes another.
He promised the pain would go away. As the third slips inside, the pain is fainter, and the pleasure swirls through.
By the time he sinks inside me for the first time, the pain is gone, and a mind-blowing pleasure takes its place.
He thrusts repeatedly, each time striking against the sensitive spot deep inside me.
“Fu-u-uck. Oh- GOD!” I drop my head as Anthony thrusts again, moaning in satisfaction. A liquid feeling, a soft drip from my backside. I shot white ribbons onto the bed with several suspicious stains already there. I forgot. Anthony has fucked my brother. I know I should feel disgusted but I honestly don’t give a shit. Anthony crawls tiredly up next to me, avoiding the rapidly cooling pool.
His sticky arms wrap around my shuddering shoulders, and he whispers, “I love you, Ian.”
I freeze.
“H-how did you know?”
“Look, babe. No tattoo.” He gestures to my shoulder. “If you forgot, Adrian and I already had sex today. Impossible he would have had the tightness of a virgin in an hour.”
I forgot the tattoo. I didn’t think about how Anthony would know the feeling of his own boy’s ass.
“W-why aren’t you mad?” I stutter.
“Because, well I don’t know. Were you jealous of me and Adrian?” He quietly asks.
“N-no…” I look up at his glowing face.
“Well, do you want to know why I wanted Adrian?”
“Yeah. I mean, I was here to be seduced.”
“Hmm... were you really? Anyway. I got Adrian because it was almost like being with you, in a mirror of douche. All I really wanted was you. But you weren’t “available” to my standards.”
“Standards, no offense, Ant, but you’ve boned everything with a dick and a heartbeat, who was ready and willing.”
He reaches down, fingers wrapping around my flaccid dick, which hardens upon contact. His other hand gently touches my chest, right over my heart.
“Dick. Heartbeat. What took you so long to jump in bed with me?”
Mournfully, sadly, I say, “You were with Adrian.”
~Later~
“What the fuck? You fucking slept with Ian? My brother?"
“I’m sorry, Adrian…” Anthony whispers.
“Don’t fucking start.”
Anthony sits quietly. Adrian gets up from the loveseat, smacking him square across the face. Anthony’s head pops back, and he groans.
“Look, Adrian. Don’t overreact. It’s okay.” Anthony whispers. I get up, to try and console my brother.
“Shut the fuck up, you fucking cheater!” Adrian roars, knocking me in the stomach with a hard fist. I swallow acidic bile as he snapped Anthony in the nose. A slow trickle of blood flows freely down Anthony’s face.
Adrian runs out the door, and I follow, hearing him rev his bike outside.
I run to his side, and he whispers, warily glancing at the house.
“I’m sorry, bro, didn’t mean to flip out. Tell Anthony I’m gone. Dead, live, I don’t care. Just tell him that I loved him. And take care of him for me. He’s amazing. The best I have ever had, or will ever. But he’s yours. Love him the most you can. Be the best. Don't listen to the haters and bitches. They don't know. I love you, my bro.”
He throws an arm around my shoulder, blowing a kiss toward the house. Revving the bike again, he kicks off, a cloud of dust the last thing I ever saw of my brother.
I walk back inside, where Anthony is in the bathroom, and wiping dried blood from his nose with a wet napkin.
“He said he loves you..” I bite my lip. His face clean, he turns, holding me at arm’s length.
“I think I actually did love that douche.”
I nodded slowly. Eyes narrowing, I wait for him to continue.
“But, you , my love, are the one I wanted.” He pulls me closer. Hands on my hips, he sways me out of the bathroom. In the living room, he balances me on his toes, swirling around the room to unheard music.
“I love you, Ian. Always have and always will.”
I lean on his chest, looking up into his satiny dark eyes.
In this moment, my arms around his neck, his arms around my waist, I smile and reply.
“Anthony Padilla, I fucking love you, too.”
“Do you really have to curse in such a sentimental moment?”
“Yes. Yes I do. Now shut up about my lingual habits and kiss me.”