“Blowies,” I confirm.
“I’ll kick him out and we’ll shower.”
“Together?” My voice is hopeful as my chest beats rapidly. Seeing him naked, touching him, being with him again, it’s all I want.
“Unless you’re too scared…” he taunts, his lips tilting in a smirk.
“Bet.”
“Fuck yes.”
Chapter Ten
Atlas
Fuck. Telling him as much as I did was a risk. The biggest rule of the Society and Grim: don’t divulge intel. Whether it’s to a lover, family, or friends. It’s against the rules and is an automatic mark, if not death. Unforgivable actions can get me killed. No matter my bloodline.
KJ seems satisfied with my avoidance. He’s probably not aware that I’m avoiding him and his questions. Mom and Dad, as fucked-up as it is, do love us.
They have a mission.
They want to protect us.
We’d be worse off if they didn’t take the burden from us.
Kenji can’t understand—he hasn’t taken his first life yet.
I walk slowly, pondering what brings our parents back this time. When I round the door to my room, I hear grunting and am on alert for it.
What the fuck?
Turning the brass to open my door, I’m shocked what’s on the other side. Naked on the center of my bed, Rusty lies, his hand fisting his dick.
Shit.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I bark, gripping the door so I don’t explode and kill him right there. Once again, he’s naked on my bed, using my shit like it’s his to use.
“Waiting for you. Wanted to be ready for that big cock that Jeremy talks about often.” Fucking Jeremy Prince. He can’t ever keep his mouth shut.
“I’m not—”
“What the fuck?” Kenji growls, shuffling past me. I can feel his rage as it fills the room. Just with his brief passing, I felt it on my skin, in my bones, running through my veins like poetry.
“He thinks I’m going to fuck him.” I balk, trying to understand.
“Logan says his cock is huge,” Rusty explains, like that makes it okay.
“Oh, it is,” Kenji hisses derisively. “But you’ll never see let alone touch it.” The words are so hollow and enraged. Even while numb-sounding, it’s in the emptiness that his anger rises through. Fuck. It’s so hot seeing him bent out of shape over this loser.
I’d never touch him.
Especially now that I’ve had Kenji. My dick doesn’t even jolt for Rusty’s nakedness.
Kenji stalks the bed, grabbing Rusty by the arms. “He’ll never fuck you, Rusty. Because that cock,” he explains, pointing at my junk, “is mine.”
Rusty’s eyes open wide. It’s comical really, how big they get.
“That cock that’s huge, pierced, and veiny as fuck,” Kenji continues, “is only allowed in my ass, mouth, and anywhere I deem fit.”
“W-what?” Rusty asks stupidly, not getting the picture.
I saunter to my brother and tongue fuck him without preamble, making sure Rusty feels the lust cemented between us. My cock stiffens and jolts as Kenji grips it.
“This is mine,” Kenji barks. “He is mine.”
I chuckle at how horrified Rusty is. Too bad he’s not moving. He knows our secret. Which means he’s not getting out of this room alive.
“You’re disgusting,” Rusty hisses.
“Yeah, well… once you’ve had this…” KJ grips my shaft, rubbing it sensually, staking his claim. “You’d understand. Too bad that’ll never happen for you.”
“You shouldn’t have told him, baby,” I chastise. “Now he has to die.”
Kenji fucking smiles. His whole face morphs with glee, and it’s intoxicating. “That’s why he’s here. Wanting to end it where it all started.”
We kiss again once as Rusty seems stuck in place. His erection is still hard, which only proves he’s as twisted as us. There’s no depravity like depravity itself.
I grip Rusty by the throat and gesture to my closet. “Duct tape and chair is in there.”
“Why?”
“Told you, this isn’t my first rodeo. Now go be a good boy and get prepped.”
He takes no time to get the supplies. By the time he’s back, Rusty is shaking from head to toe.
“Unfortunately, we’re short on time,” Kenji sounds out, glaring at our final bet, and we tie up Rusty to a spare chair I have in my closet. We tape his mouth closed and smile at each other, then close the closet.
“Guess tonight is going to be extra special,” I say, bringing KJ in for an intense kiss. We make out, groping, all while moaning. Our dicks are hard and rubbing against each other with mere material between us. If we don’t leave soon, I’ll be inside him and unable to leave.
Fuck the ball.
“We’ve got to go or we’ll be late,” he mentions against my lips, nibbling on my piercing, tugging it gently.
“Boys!” Mom’s voice sounds out thirty minutes later as we’re digging for our suits. “You’re going to be late if you don’t leave soon.” Rusty’s loud cries echo in the room, but Mom doesn’t bat an eye.
“I remember my first ball,” she reminisces, her eyes getting this faraway look. “It’s how I met your father. Then at our second one, you two were conceived.”
“Gross,” we both say in unison.
She waves her hand in the air. “Oh, hush. Well, as soon as you two were born, I fell in love.” There’s this distant look in her eyes, filled with memories and happiness. Something we have few and far too little of. “Then when we brought you home, you were inseparable.” Eyeing us then, she gives us a knowing look. “You grew even closer, so close that when you turned eight, I knew I couldn’t risk separating you.”
My heart pounded, knowing what she’s bringing up. The Grim Battle. It’s marked in the history book as one of the most gruesome battles between Grims. The women versus the men. The women won. Mom, Adeline, and several other Grim mothers fought for their children to not bear the same fate as them. While it worked for the second children, like my brother, one heir had to carry the Reapers’ burden.
“But I did what I did,” she
