My Adopted Brother and I

Is it real?

Khaelus Cross

The evening draped the living room in a soft hue, casting shadows that danced lazily across the walls. I found myself lounging on the long leather couch, my thoughts meandering aimlessly as Khaelles tapped away at his phone, immersed in a world of games and music. His dedication to his playlist was unparalleled; he couldn't sleep without its comforting embrace. A silent sigh escaped my lips as I gazed up at the ceiling, wondering if Mom had already drifted off into her nightly slumber.

Our VIP room boasted two beds, a testament to Mom's aversion to sharing a bed. She had made it clear that Khaelles and I would have to share a bed, an arrangement that left me feeling somewhat uneasy. Retrieving my phone from the pocket of my jeans, I idly scrolled through an app, attempting to lose myself in the words of a book. Yet, boredom gnawed at me relentlessly, and I found myself shifting restlessly on the couch, drawing Khaelles' attention with my sudden movement.

"Bored?" he inquired, his eyes briefly leaving the screen of his phone to meet mine. I offered a lazy nod in response, my lethargy palpable.

"Why didn't you bring your earphones? You knew what Mom is like," I remarked, watching as a pout formed on Khaelles' lips.

"I've had a lot on my mind lately... I kind of forgot," he admitted, prompting a sympathetic shake of my head. "Here, listen," he offered, extending the left earbud of the earphones I let him borrow toward me.

Reluctantly, I sat up and accepted the offering, inserting the earbud into my earlobe. The melodies that emanated from the device were soothing, but my mind remained restless. The songs played one after another, but my thoughts kept returning to a particular track—Ariana Grande's "34 35." There was something about it, a depth that seemed to tug at the corners of my consciousness.

"Hey..." Khaelles' voice cut through the music, drawing my attention back to the present moment.

"Mmm?" I responded, meeting his gaze with a sense of unease.

"What's b**m?" he asked innocently, causing me to choke on my own saliva in disbelief.

"Watch what you're saying, you moron," I scolded, my discomfort evident. But Khaelles' innocence remained unchanged, his eyes fixed on me expectantly.

As the music shifted to a new track, his gaze lingered on me, and I felt a wave of heat rise to my cheeks. There was something unsettling about the intensity of his stare, as if he could see through the facade I had carefully constructed.

♫︎I don't know what

I've been running from, running from

Or what I thought I would find

All I know is

You're the only one, only one

I need you tonight

Before I lose my mind♫︎

"I need to stop overthinking things," I muttered under my breath, hoping to drown out the cacophony of thoughts that threatened to overwhelm me.

"What? You're overthinking now too? That's new, coming from you," Khaelles remarked with a chuckle, his laughter ringing in my ears like a siren's call.

Unable to meet his gaze any longer, I averted my eyes, allowing them to wander over his features. It was then that I noticed the subtle nuances—the curve of his lips, the sparkle in his eyes, the way his hair fell effortlessly across his forehead. It was a sight I had seen countless times before, yet now it held a newfound significance.

"I need to stop overthinking things," I mumbled to myself, my words a feeble attempt to quell the tumultuous emotions that threatened to consume me.

"Don't mind me, I'm just talking to myself so I can reflect on my actions. My actions really have me thinking about something really, really hard," I explained, the words feeling hollow even to my own ears.

As the night wore on, I found myself stealing glances at Khaelles, each fleeting moment filled with a sense of longing I couldn't quite understand. His presence was a constant reminder of the turmoil raging within me, a storm I feared would consume me whole.

And so, as the clock struck midnight and sleep beckoned, I made my escape, retreating to the solace of our shared room. But even as I lay in bed, enveloped in the darkness of the night, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted—a realization that would haunt me long into the night.

—

The tranquility of my room was abruptly shattered by Khaelles' unexpected intrusion. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him standing there, completely naked, with a handful of condoms and a mischievous glint in his eyes. It was as if the world had been flipped upside down, and I was left scrambling to make sense of the situation.

"What the hell are you doing in my room, and why are you naked?!" I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"I want to try it," he replied casually, sauntering over to my bed as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

My mind raced as I tried to process his words. Did he really mean what I thought he meant? The implications of his statement sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a firestorm of desire that I struggled to contain.

"What are you talking about?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper as I fought to regain my composure.

"S*x, Khaelus. I'm talking about s*x," he clarified, his tone nonchalant despite the gravity of his words.

I felt a surge of heat rush to my cheeks as his words hung in the air between us. S*x with Khaelles? The mere thought sent a jolt of excitement coursing through my veins, igniting a primal desire that I couldn't ignore.

But before I could fully process what was happening, Khaelles issued a challenge—one that I couldn't resist.

"Come on. Show me what you've got. If you're not a weakling like what your friend said, then you'll do what I asked from you," he taunted, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.

His words struck a nerve, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't quench. I felt a surge of arousal coursing through my veins, urging me to take action.

Without hesitation, I rose to the challenge, shedding my inhibitions along with my clothes as I made my way toward him. There was an undeniable magnetism between us, a primal attraction that transcended words and reason.

As I settled atop him, our bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and desire. The air crackled with tension as we stared into each other's eyes, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as desire consumed us.

"You played with fire, Khaelles. I'm just reminding you that you started this," I whispered, my voice low and husky as I leaned in closer, our lips inches apart.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as our lips met in a fiery embrace, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we surrendered to the passion that burned between us.

But as quickly as the moment had begun, it was over, leaving me gasping for air as I struggled to come to terms with what had just transpired.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it was over, leaving me alone in my room with nothing but the echo of our shared passion to keep me company.

As I sat there, my heart pounding in my chest, I couldn't help but wonder—was it real, or just a figment of my imagination? Only time would tell.

But one thing was certain: the desire that burned within me was very, very real.