My girlfriends brother (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 13

I was in the back of Tristans car, listening to the 2 siblings squabbling in the front seats. I felt like my mind was running at 100 miles an hour.

Maybe I don't tell her. Maybe that's the right play here? Just pretend like nothing happened. Tell Tristan it's wrong and that I'm not interested. I'm sure he doesn't want to hurt his sister either? And I do still want my life with Claire. She's the most amazing women I've ever known... its killing me, eating me up. I don't understand how I could do this to her.

I looked up I to the rear view mirror and was met by Tristans eyes. We both just stared for a moment. Him occasionally glancing back to the road ahead. I'm ashamed at how long it took me to rip my gaze away from his.

After this it wasn't long until we were pulling back into there house driveway.

We all entered the house, me walking in last. Tristan entered first and stood at the door as Claire walked past him into their living room. As I walked past him he stopped me. His eyes locked on mine. "we'll talk later" as soon as he finished speaking the door was shut and he was walking after Claire. The way he said it sounded calm and directed. I didn't have a choice in this. Atleast it will give me a good opportunity to tell him this isn't what I want.

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The night was coming to an end. We were all exhausted sat on the sofa. I was sat on one end and Tristan the other with Claire wedged between us. Her head resting on my shoulder. We had been sat here for about an hour, just scrolling through channels.

"Alright" Claire spoke as she sat up straight. "Bedtime boys" she stood and took a huge stretch, her t shirt riding up a little, showing her slightly toned stomach. I watched for a moment before standing behind her. But before we could make it out of the living room Tristans voice stopped us. "No way are you too sleeping together. Not after what I walked in on tonight" his words were firm. "But mu-" Claires words sounded like a breath with how quickly he cut her off. "No, not until you've both cooled off. I don't want any neices or nephews yet thankyou" Claire was clearly upset her face dropping slightly. I just stood and looked back and forth between the 2 of them. Their parents had never had an issue with me and Claire staying in the same bed which I presume is what Claires defense would have been if she could make it. "Fine. Where is he gonna sleep them genius?" She sort of spat the words, clearly upset. "With me, he can sleep in my room" he stared me down as he said it and I couldn't help but gulp. Fuck. My. Life.

Claire turned to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a goodnight kiss. It was sort of heated, not to much but enough for me to know ehat she wanted, I felt a slight twitch in my groin over this contact, even though i could feel Tristan staring daggers into my side. A few more seconds oast before Claire let me go and headed for the door, "goodnight then, I love you K" she turned to face me at the end and offered me her famous soft smile. "I love you too" I replied and watched as she dissapeared up the stairs.

"Good night?" He sounded smug as he spoke, although he wasn't looking at me he I could tell he was smirking. I didn't bother answering, I just watched as he picked his things up from where he was sat. Putting his phone into his pocket and clearing off the empty bottle of beers. "I'll take that as a yes" there was that smirk. As he spoke again he stood to face me and it was plastered all over his face. "it was fine" my words sounded tired and I was, emotionally and physically, these past few days I've been run through the emotional wind mill.

"Come on, let's go pretty boy" he walked past me with the bottles in hand, heading Into the kitchen, I assume putting them down on the side from the sounds I heard and the fact that he no longer had them when we came back out. I followed behind him as he walked up the stairs and into his room. I paused before I entered and looked around, his room was incredibly clean and tidy. No clutter at all, the bed was to right, in the the middle of the wall under the window. A bedside table sat on the right side of the bed. A single lamp sat on top of it. Opposite the door their was a wooden chest of draws with a mirror on the wall behind it. A backpack at the foot of the bed. The only decorative piece or object sat out was a photo frame with what seemed to be a photo of The family sat on the top of the dresser. His bed was perfectly made, the covers folded at the corners. The walls a lovely deep blue colour. " wow" I spoke as I stepped in. " You don't have a lot of stuff do you?" I shut the door behind me and stood at the foot of the bed while he put his phone down on the bedside table. " Well, I havnt been here for the past 4 years and besides. I can have things and not have them on show" he pulled his top over his head as he finished his sentence. Walking towards the other door in the room, the bathroom. I couldn't help but stare as he walked across the room. "Fair point" I said softly. "You gonna get changed?" He asked so casually. "Uh, well, ye- yeah, yeah I can do" I sort of stumble on my words. The thought fo taking my clothes of with him right there not siting right with me. "I'll have to go downstairs to get my clothes" I said again, thinking I could just quickly get changed down there instead.

"Don't be dumb" he walked back into the room and over to the chest of draws. He opened the 3rd drawer down and pulled out what looked like a grey tank top before turning around and throwing it at me. " happy?" He asked. "Ah, yeah, thanks" I was staring at the piece of clothing in my hands, absolutely dreading what the rest of the night will entail.

He smiled at me, I think it was a genuine smile. It was weirdly reassuring, and I felt some of the earlier stress drifting away.

I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, unsure whether to drop it on the floor or what, luckily almost as if reading my mind. He gestured with his hand for me to give it to him. It was then I noticed that he was staring at me. I had never been insecure in my body, im not nearly as ripped as he is but I have muscle definition for sure, playing football for 5 years does that to you. But right now I felt like I was the most physically unattractive person in the universe. He stood there topless with his hand off like some sort of chisled Greek god and all I wanted to do was sink away. I chucked my top to him quickly before pulling the tank top over my head. It was loose fitting and comfortable as hell. And the smell on it wad intoxicating. He does smell amazing, just another thing I hate him for.

"Now the pants" his words drawing me in. I noticed he had foled up my top perfectly and placed it on the top of the dresser. He did it within seconds aswell. A part of me wanting to strip just to watch his process. "Do you not normally sleep in boxers?" He spoke again, clearly thinking I was uncomfortable with that. I mean a part of me was but also, I always sleep in boxers and I know I won't be able to sleep in anything else so this I may not have a choice about. I reach down to my belt and slowly unbuckled it, popping the button open and unzipping them. His eyes stayed on mine the whole time which I greatly appreciated. As my jeans dropped to the floor around my ankles I stepped out and picked them up, walking a bit closer to him to pass them across. He took them from me softly and once again folded them perfectly, placing them on the corner of the dresser, completely lined up with the edges then moving the top onto of them. The cleanest folds I have ever seen in my life. Why am I so mesmerised by this? We may never know. But I am, honestly, I'm impressed.

I waited. Stood in the middle of Tristans bedroom while he was doing something in the bathroom. I stood there for a few minutes before he finally re-emerged still no t-shirt on. Just a pair of Grey shorts that stopped before his knee. He walked straight past me almost without a second thought to his bed and sat down on it before looking over to me. "Get in idiot"

A part of me is starting to think this might actually just be a good night of sleep, well, I hope so anyway. Of course only after I've told him, this isn't what I want.

I have to tell him this isn't what I want.

I have to tell him.