Where are you?
Maybe he’s practicing. Kenji can lie all he wants, but he hates basketball. While my talent is natural, his is learned. He’s always tried bettering his footwork and skill. As much as he says it’s out of love of the sport, it’s me. It’s the one thing that connects us on a level other than being twins. We don’t have that connection like others. Not in a healthy or sane way. Basketball keeps us grounded to something, gives us a hobby to share together. Even if it’s all a lie.
My anger rises as I leave his room, getting aggravated with each breath that passes my lips. Our hallways are covered in photos from generations. There are only two of me and my brother. It’s as if we’re the missing part of this entire fucking place. We may be a part of the Society, but we’re far from being a part of the Grim family.
When I get closer to my side of the house, the one with the connected indoor basketball court and gym—all mine—I hear it. The low hiss of grunting and a loud satisfactory buildup of fucking. I’d know, I’ve been on the giving end of that several times. Nothing serious, but enough to get the edge off. Wanting your brother in a way that’s not only frowned upon by society, but also bad in every sense of the way, makes me find my peace in other guys. They tend to be visually similar to both of us.
I can’t help my desires.
My craving for blood.
The screams that cleanse me of my yearning for Kenji.
But this. The slap of flesh… it’s not what I ever wanted to fucking hear.
Not in my room.
Never in my fucking room.
I don’t even bring my own hookups here.
He did this on purpose.
“Harder, Kenji. Fuck!” Rusty’s annoying voice begs, and when the door flies open, smacking the wall beside me, his eyes meet mine. Fear. The sweet lick of emotion that rides my dick harder than every gay kid at Silvercrest wants to.
Kenji plows into him, facing me. Rusty’s on all fours on my bed while my twin pistons into his ass like it’s his right. His expression is one I’ve never witnessed before. Hatred. It’s as callous as his grip on the guy beneath him.
“Stop!” Rusty yells on a moan. KJ smiles, baring his teeth at me.
“Why? My brother doesn’t mind sharing or watching. Do you, Atlas?” Rusty groans as Kenjington fucks him harder. Fury burns in me, and instead of cowering or leaving like KJ expects me to do, I stalk toward him with confidence, deciding to stand and watch up close, even while bile churns inside me.
His dick slides into Rusty, but already I can tell there’s an issue. He’s not even fully hard. It’s that hardness that you fake when someone hot wants to fuck, but you’re not into it like you should be. Poor Kenji. Never knows when a bet is too much.
“Pretty disappointed, brother. Always imagined you as a bottom,” I callously taunt, making sure to point out his semi. He grunts haughtily, turning his head at me. Rage paints his features, more obvious than his halfway soft dick. He can’t even pull out entirely because of the lack of stiffness. It’s short swift thrusts, anything to keep him solid enough to penetrate.
“Fuck off,” he hisses, his jaw tense with the words. We can deny something over and over again, but when we end up binging from the lack of control, we have no right to complain. We could have easily weaned off, tested some theories, indulged in the taboo, cleansed the palate before succumbing to our ravenous nature.
It’s a choice. Every fucking thing is up to us.
I pinch his nipple angrily, pressing too hard but not giving a single fuck. He growls, his head bending backward with pleasure. I watch as his dick seems to get bigger in Rusty’s ass, his hips getting jerkier, and his body slicker with condensation.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I whisper, leaning into his ear, licking it slowly. Rusty starts to look back, and my brother smacks his ass unnecessarily hard.
“Don’t fucking look at me,” he grouches. Indifference. It makes sense. He doesn’t want to see the bastard’s face, so he decided to bend him over. Does this mean no one has spread his legs in the way only I could satisfy him?
The bed dips as his pace exceeds what it has since he and Rusty came in this room. My room. Taking his ear in my mouth, I tongue it, biting it harshly as he leans into me. The fire that spreads through my body as my brother groans has my dick hardening with acknowledgment.
I did that.
Made him moan.
“Now cum in his ass like you want me to be doing in yours,” I command. He does. Boy does he fucking explode, all while little pussy Johnson over there mewls like a bitch in heat. “You may have won the bet, Rischio. But I still own you.” Biting KJ’s cheek for good measure, I smack Rusty’s ass and head to my shower.
He will not see me fall.
Chapter Three
Atlas
Present
Our birthday is in less than a week. He’s out of time. Tick. Tock. Time’s up.
It’s nearing a year since I bet my brother to
