Awakening (bxb)

Unaffected

Connors POV

For a couple of months after that day things were a little awkward until I finally learnt that the older boys didn’t go to prison or hell and what they were doing was sex...still slightly confused I forgave Kyle and promised to be friends with him forever, we even did that cute little handshake that kids do. Our parents thought we had, had a fight and were so overjoyed when they saw us shaking hands they took a picture, its still hangs in the living room to this day.

Even though we had ‘forgotten’ our little secret Kyle, being the nine year old pervert that he was found out all he could about sex and would on a regular basis share his vast knowledge with me. For a couple of years that was fine and our relationship turned back into the safe Trent brother’s closeness that had existed since before we were even adopted. Until the fateful day when were 11 and Kyle saw a girl kissing me behind the school lunch hall. He pushed the girl away roughly, grabbed my hand and took me to the toilets leaving the enraged girl on the floor. In the toilets he thoroughly wiped my mouth with tissue, water and he even tried soap, I managed to stop him just in time. Then for the second time in our short lives he kissed me again. The kiss wasn’t as bad as our first but what had me shoving him away and covering my mouth in horror was the fact that unknown to Kyle I had in fact kissed three girls since our first kiss and none of them caused me to have that same warm feeling or the butterflies in my stomach or the reaction to my lower regions that Kyle’s, my brother’s kiss invoked.

Since that day, Kyle has been more than touchy feely with me and I have made a point not to encourage him, by showing no interest and by using my sexual experience with girls to hold of my sexual appetites for him I was hoping he would give up and I could try and hold back my own heated feelings for the gorgeous blond, suffice to say fate has been cruel and Kyle has only become more intense with his actions toward me, making life for me incredibly uncomfortable and difficult.

Kyle thinks of me as a man whore because of the amount of girls I ‘date’ and have sex with. But I just use these opportunities to try and make myself immune to any kind of sexual touch and to control my body’s reactions. Fortunately enough it has worked and I am now in full control of my hormones and my lower body. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to control my growing feelings for the boy who was now sitting astride my lower back and having a good old taste of my shoulders and neck. His voice, eyes and smile still sent my heart into overdrive, his touch left my stomach in pieces and he was still able to leave that warm feeling all over me when he was around.

What also had me in a complete mess was the fact that Kyle had never had a girlfriend. Sure he knew about sex and he was more than interested but he showed no interest towards the mass of girls who threw themselves at him on a regular basis. As far as I was aware he was still a virgin....he had kissed girls and he had made out with them on occasions but that was too gather experience and knowledge. Unlike me he was a complete and utter novice when it came to sex....

"Con..."

Kyle's low groan as he nipped at my lower back had me crashing back to earth. I had always had trouble controlling my self when he moaned like that and when he said my name it made it ten times more potent. I crushed my eyes closed and breathed evenly through my nose. I even pictured our gym coach in thongs....not a pretty sight.

 I felt Kyle brush his hands across my ass and then he grabbed the elastic at the waist band. I didn't move, didn't struggle, I didn't say a word. I just lay there, completely quiet and seemingly unaffected. I felt him pause and then his weight disappeared off me.

"...mom wants us downstairs so we can eat before school..."

I didn't turn my head as I heard him leave the room and I didn't get up and run to him when I heard him punch the wall in his own room. To be honest I didn't really know what he wanted from me. He had never said the words 'I love you' or 'I want you' and he had never actually gone out of his way to stop me from having a girlfriends, I mean sure he never actually LIKED my girlfriends and had on occasion made them run out of the house crying because of how cruel he was...but that didn’t actually mean anything.