"You've got me naked, now what are you going to do?" Luc asked seductively.
Adam ran his tongue over his lower lip. He was going to suck his brother's cock. He was going to take it deep into his mouth and make Luc go completely wild.
The front door slammed shut. Adam's heart raced and his body went cold. Knowing their parents were home was enough to make his cock limp.
"Shit," he hissed. He backed away, pressing his hands over his face. "Fuck."
Luc scrabbled to grab his clothes and put them back on.
What they were doing was wrong. If it wasn't, they wouldn't have needed to stop. Luc wouldn't have been rushing to make himself look presentable. Adam kept walking backwards, his thoughts racing, his stomach twisting. He felt so dirty.
"Adam," Luc said, reaching out to him.
He'd only managed to get his boxers and jeans on, but it was enough to prove to Adam that Luc also knew what they'd been doing was wrong in every way.
Adam shook his head, repulsed even by the sight of Luc. "We shouldn't have... Fuck."
"Adam, let's talk about this," Luc's voice was only just above a whisper.
"There's nothing to talk about," Adam replied through gritted teeth. "It's wrong. It's perverted."
But if it was wrong, why was his body still crying out for Luc's? He clenched his hands into fists, squeezed his eyes shut and let out the tiniest, quietest scream.
"Adam."
He couldn't listen to Luc's pleas or petitions. He turned and fled to his own room, locking the door behind him.
***
Alone in his room, Adam paced back and forth. His emotions were pulling him two different ways, threatening to rip him in half. How could he have let himself get so carried away that he'd wanted to suck his brother's dick? Even as revulsion gripped hold of him, desire elbowed its way in as the image of Luc, laying on the bed with that fucking smirk on his face, his cock hard and thick, blossomed in his mind. Hehadwanted him. The kissing, the touching... Hehadwanted Luc.
He wasn't sure how far they'd have gone if their parents hadn't come home, but that didn't stop his mind from supplying him with the fantasy of what might have been. He would have made Luc cum, that was a definite. Maybe Luc would have repaid the favour. He hoped Luc would have sucked him off too. His cock hardened again at the thought. At the same time, his stomach flipped and bile rose into his throat. How could he want Luc, but be repulsed by the thought of being with him at the same time? It made no fucking sense.
What he did know, was that he needed some time away from his stepbrother to get his head straight. Monday seemed a long way away, even though it was already Friday. He wasn't sure he could act normally around Luc until he went to visit Mason, but he would have to try.
He took a few more minutes to compose himself, before traipsing downstairs. His parents were in the middle of throwing sandwiches together to take to the dance studio. He leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching them talking, laughing and generally messing around. His dad smeared jam on Deborah's nose, making her scold him in a playful tone, before trying to wipe the red sticky mess off.
"You didn't quite get it all," his dad said, before kissing his wife's nose.
"Other people live here, you know," Adam said, announcing his presence.
His words prompted his parents to laugh even harder.
"Sorry," his mum said. "We were playing around."
"So I saw," he put on a stern voice. "Aren't you supposed to set a good example for your children?"
His father leaned back against the counter, eyebrows raised. "We are." He pulled Deborah into a hug. "How to maintain a positive relationship after twenty years of marriage."
They kissed one another and, although Adam let out an exaggerated groan, he also grinned at how happy they were. He wondered if he would ever be like that with anyone. If he would ever find someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
His dad had done it twice. At least, he thought his dad had been hopelessly in love with his mum. Not that he remembered them being together, or her at all. He'd seen photos, but she seemed abstract. She'd died when he was three. His dad had raised him with the help ofhismum for a couple of years, which had been hard with his rehearsal schedules. Then he'd fallen in love with Deborah, his prima ballerina. They'd married, Adam and Luc had become brothers and, not long after, their parents had retired from professional dancing and opened the dance school.
The only time he had seen either of his parents truly unhappy, was when Luc had left and had barely contacted them. It had affected Deborah the most. She'd cried a lot. He crossed his arms, dipping his chin as he remembered it was essentiallyhisfault that Luc had felt like he had to leave and mostly cut ties with them. And now, his confused behaviour was likely to drive Luc away again. He couldn't put his parents through that, especially not Deborah. When Luc went back home this time, it had to be a positive departure, with promises of actually keeping in touch and coming to visit. Which meant he had to sort his head out, fast.
"Are you okay?" Deborah asked. "You've been lost in your own little world these past few days."
He shrugged and smiled. "Just thinking about stuff. I'm fine."
