I was curled up in my room, absorbed in a book, the faint rustle of pages the only sound in the quiet afternoon.
A knock at the door interrupted my focus.
"Who is it?" I called out without looking up.
"It's me, Lucas," came the familiar reply.
Lucas… my stepbrother, older than me by two years.
"Come in," I said, keeping my eyes on the pages.
He stepped in, his presence filling the room as he walked past me. "Hmm… you're reading again?" he remarked casually.
"Didn't Father tell you it's time to train?" he continued, lowering himself onto the chair opposite me.
I sighed, turning the page slowly. "What's the point of training if I have no talent—neither in swordsmanship nor magic?"
Lucas frowned but didn't interrupt. "Even so, you still need to practice. Father will be mad if he finds out you're slacking."
I shrugged, still focused on my book. "He's always mad at me anyway. Even if I trained, it would just be a waste of time."
He leaned back in his chair, eyes studying me. "By the way… what brings you here?" I asked, finally looking up.
Lucas hesitated for a moment, then said, "Ah… the truth is… can I sleep here tonight?"
I blinked. "Sleep here?"
"Yeah… I accidentally spilled coffee on my bed," he admitted with a small laugh, avoiding my gaze.
"Fine," I said, closing my book. "Just… don't move around too much while you're sleeping, or I'll kick you off the bed."
"Really? Don't worry—I'm not the type to toss and turn," he replied confidently, settling himself comfortably.
A little while later, a sudden drowsiness overcame me. I shut the book fully and stretched.
"Alright… I'll read again tomorrow," I murmured, standing.
I glanced over and saw Lucas already asleep.
I just… didn't mind. Silently, I stepped closer to the bed.
I slowly stepped onto the bed and lay down beside Lucas, careful not to wake him. The silk sheets were cool against my skin. I pulled the blanket up and closed my eyes, trying to ignore how close he was.
Before I could even relax, Lucas suddenly moved. His arm slid around my waist from behind and pulled me tight against his chest. His whole body pressed to my back — warm, solid, way too close.
"Seriously?" I muttered.
"Hey, let me go. You're too heavy," I said, grabbing his hands and trying to peel them off my stomach.
I thought he was asleep. But he only hugged me tighter, chin resting on my shoulder, breath hot on my neck.
"You smell so nice, Kael," he whispered right in my ear, voice low and sleepy-sounding.
My face heated up instantly. "Stop playing with me."
Then he licked my ear — slow, wet swipe of his tongue from the bottom to the tip.
I jolted. "W-what are you doing?!"
I tried to twist away, but his arms locked around me like iron. No chance.
"Let me go, Lucas," I said, louder this time, pushing at his forearm.
"Relax," he murmured, teasing tone clear now. "Your older brother just wants to spend some time with you."
His hips shifted, and I felt it — something hard and thick pressing right against my lower back through our thin pants.
"W-what is that hard thing touching my back?" I asked, voice cracking.
"Hmm… that?" He rocked forward once, slow and deliberate. "That's my pet."
"Pet?!" I repeated, stupid and shocked. "Brother Lucas, let me go!"
"Shh. Be quiet," he said, lips brushing my ear again.
"Shh. Be quiet," Lucas said, lips brushing my ear again, so close I could feel every word vibrate against my skin.
"Brother, what are you doing? This is wrong. We shouldn't do this—we're brothers," I said, voice shaking a little even though I tried to sound firm.
"It's fine," he whispered back, calm, like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Before I could argue more, his hand slipped under my shirt again. Warm palm sliding up my stomach, slow and sure.
"W-wait—" I started, but the word died when his fingers reached my chest.
He found one nipple with his thumb, circled it once, then rubbed it lightly back and forth.
"Ah—nngh…" A small, stupid sound slipped out of me before I could stop it. My back arched a tiny bit without permission.
"Brother Lucas, stop… this is wrong," I said again, quieter this time, almost pleading.
He didn't stop.
Instead he leaned in closer, mouth moving to the side of my neck. First a soft kiss—warm, open-mouthed—right under my jaw. Then another, lower. His lips were hot and wet.
"Stop it already," I muttered, but my head tilted the other way, giving him more space even though I didn't mean to.
Lucas made a low hum, pleased. Then he sucked—gentle at first, lips closing around the skin, tongue flicking once. A small wet sound, then harder suction. I felt the pull all the way down to my stomach.
"Haa… ahh—" Another weak noise escaped me. My hands grabbed the sheets instead of pushing him away.
All this time his other hand stayed on my chest. Thumb still rubbing one nipple in slow circles, then pinching it lightly between finger and thumb, rolling it.
"Nn—!" My hips jerked back against him without thinking. I could feel how hard he still was, thick and insistent against my lower back.
"You're so sensitive here," he murmured against my neck, voice rough. He sucked again, harder this time, probably leaving a mark. His tongue dragged over the spot after, soothing and teasing at the same time.
"Lucas… we can't…" I whispered, but it sounded more like a moan than a protest.
His hand switched to the other nipple now—pinching, tugging gently, then rubbing flat circles until it was hard and aching.
Every touch sent little sparks straight down. My cock was fully hard again, leaking against the front of my pants, trapped and throbbing.
He rocked his hips once—slow grind—letting me feel exactly how thick and heavy he was.
But I didn't move away.
His mouth went back to my neck—another sucking kiss, then a light bite. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make me gasp.
"Ah—!"
His fingers kept playing with my nipples—one rolling, one pinching—while his hips kept that slow, steady rhythm against my ass.
I was breathing so fast my chest hurt. Every rub, every suck, every grind made me leak more. The wet spot on my pants was growing.
"Brother… please…" I didn't even know what I was asking for anymore.