Accidentally His: My Brother Stole My Husband

REVA The ceiling spun, or perhaps the floor. I couldn’t tell as my head pounded like someone was hammering it from within. Blinking rapidly against the light spilling in from the wall corners, I attempted to orient myself as I sat upright, but it took some time. I was at the Montage Laguna Beachfront Resort, in the suite my husband, Nikolai, and I shared. But I was alone. My hand instinctively reached for the other side of the bed to find it cold, with the sheets only rumpled where I had been. “What time is it?" I croaked, my throat dry and raw, and glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was 2:47 a.m. Just then, memories of the dinner and the party that followed flooded back, bringing with them another question. How had I passed out? I hadn't drunk much. “Just take a sip to relax," I recalled my husband's insistence as he handed me a flute after I decided not to drink because I'd drunk heavily the night before too, and couldn't enjoy anything, as I had awoken in the same state, passed out in bed alone with no memory of how it had happened. Getting out of bed, I stumbled to my suitcase and tore it open, hands shaking. I found the pain relievers and swallowed two with the last of a half-empty water bottle nearby, but it didn’t help the ash-like taste in my mouth. I was still wearing my gala dress, now wrinkled as it clung to my skin. My heels were nowhere in sight, but I had no time to dwell on that. Yanking on a loose wrap, I stepped out into the hallway barefoot. And even at this late hour, the resort looked breathtaking with the Christmas decorations. Beyond the walls was the endless black of the ocean, which shimmered in the moonlight. And I made a mental note that Nikolai and I had to return. Walking faster, I hugged myself as I returned to the party, which had not subsided one bit. My colleagues were everywhere, slumped on cushions, twirling across the dance floor, and kissing under lanterns. “Reva!" a voice slurred, and I turned to see a woman I recognized from PR stumbling toward me. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “You disappeared!" She winked before laughing too close to my ear. “I…” My tongue felt thick. “I need to find my husband. Have you seen him?” “No. Come dance!” “I can’t.” I gently shook her off and moved deeper into the ballroom, scanning every face for Nikolai and my brother Hunter, whom we had brought along. I looked at the bar, the beach deck, and finally near the fire pits, where some couples were still drinking wine and whispering giggles. And they weren't there. I continued to search every room and corner, but my nausea returned in full force. My legs wobbled beneath me, and frustration rose in my chest. “Where have they gone?" I muttered to myself as I ascended to the upper lounge, where the quieter guests had gone earlier in the evening. It was mostly empty now, with just abandoned bottles and jumbled cushions. My bladder twinged sharply, catching me off guard, and I winced before turning down the stone path to the restrooms, which were located just beyond the mosaic pool area. The women's side was packed, so I moved to the men's side, which was quieter. Everyone was either drunk, dancing, or gone, so I stepped inside and pushed open the first stall, telling myself no one would notice. Relief came quickly, but the pain in my skull persisted, bringing back the questions about how much I had drunk and why I couldn't remember, again. I quickly washed my hands and headed for the exit. The door was slightly propped open, allowing in the cool coastal air, and I paused as the breeze seemed to relieve my persistent headache. I sighed, reflecting on how foolish I had been not to bring my phone. I could've called Nikolai or Hunter. But I didn't recall seeing my phone on the nightstand. I reasoned that I needed to return to the suite to find it, so I moved, but only took one step before stopping when I heard a sound. Perking up, I wondered if I had actually heard it, and I had. The noise came from behind the restrooms, where dense hedges led to a private path near the cliffs. It came again, clearly a grunt this time, and I froze, my face lighting up as I felt like such a pervert for listening. “Get out of here, Reva," I muttered to myself as I began walking out the door, but I was only two steps out when a strained gasp stopped me. I recognized that voice... I'd recognize it anywhere, and my breath caught as my head whipped toward the sound, before my feet moved on their own, taking me closer. I crept along the curve of the outer wall, my back against the vine-covered trellis as I took silent steps on the smooth stone. The beach lay just beyond the railing now, with the tide gently rolling in under the moonlight. And the sounds got louder. The pounding in my head faded, replaced by static in my ears, before my body abruptly stopped moving. My hand pressed against the stone wall, searching for something solid to hold onto as my husband's voice returned. “What am I doing?" I questioned myself, and my inner voice responded with the real question, “What is he doing out here?" All I had to do was take another step to find out, but instead of moving, my mind frantically searched for a logical explanation. Maybe he was hurt, or perhaps someone else needed help. Maybe he was... I didn't finish, and another moan cut me off, louder this time and followed by a name that sent a cold rush straight to my brain. “Niko, f**k, you feel so good!" My mouth turned dry, but I still refused to believe it as I took another step forward. My legs felt numb, as if they were not mine. But I continued, the terrified part of me hoping I was mistaken even as I heard him again. “God, yes! Just like that!" But what wife could just accept that she was going to walk in on her husband like that? My feet slowed again as I rounded the corner... and there, half hidden in shadow where the wall gave way to a more private stone arch, stood my husband, his c**k buried inside someone who wasn't me. Their bodies flushed as they moved in unison to a rhythm that seemed to stop the world from spinning, and the dim outdoor light spilled across his bare back, catching the sheen of sweat on his skin. The strained and desperate sounds they made echoed out into the open air like the waves before them, and my knees gave way slightly before I caught myself on the stone wall with trembling fingers. “f**k! You're so thick... I want to feel every inch of that beautiful cock." The other person's voice came, and Nikolai shifted, allowing moonlight to spill over the other person's profile. Blond hair, damp and messy, with a familiar jawline and shoulders. Hunter, my brother. My body fell completely still, as if my heart had stopped beating, and my lips went numb as I whispered. “Nikolai or Hunter?" They froze before my husband's head snapped toward me, and Hunter jerked forward as if he'd been shot. “Reva-" I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I ran, the fabric of my wrap trailing behind me like smoke, as the music from the party faded into the distance. Even the crash of waves couldn't drown out the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and I kept going until I arrived at our suite, where I stumbled inside. My hand fumbled for the wall, and I turned, unable to breathe or think. Everything spun as if I were drunk again, but instead of hazy joy or giggling warmth in my chest, I felt nausea. My knees buckled, and I fell hard to the cold floor. For a moment, I was unable to move and remained on all fours like something broken, my throat clenching around a sound I couldn't release. Then I crawled to the bed. I had no idea why, because there was no comfort in it anymore, and my fingers clawed at the sheets as I dragged myself up with all the strength I had left. My heart pounded in my ears, and I curled tighter as the soft bedding twisted in my fists, burying my face where his body had been only hours before as sobs ripped through me.