𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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Believe me, you don't know how I got out of there because I don't know either. 

How dare he? 

The guy just said he thought I was in love with him and he did this while he was dating my sister. He also mentioned that he didn't fuck her, wait, is such a thing possible? I mean, they live together and Sam turned eighteen a few weeks ago but...? 

No, I know that jerk lied about it too, but I had something very important to ask him and I completely forgot. I must have fainted from the shock of that moment. If Matt realized he was gay, why was he dating my sister? Why was he trying to use Sam in his game?

The plot was simple; As far as I know, he tried to fuck me at the hotel, in the room I was staying in with Byron. Then we went to a bar, he was with Camilla that night and when there was a fight in the bar he told me in the toilet that he was going to break up with her. Then Sam came, and with her arrival everything changed irrevocably. So what caused Matt's attention to shift to my sister? Where did I go wrong? Even though I'm ashamed to say it, I thought about it. After hating him for so long, I thought maybe there was something wrong with me, but no, it was Matt himself.

As I left the library and walked home, I decided to do something I haven't done in a long time. I would be alone because Kate was staying with her girlfriend that night. I could have called Luke to distract myself and make me forget about what happened at the library, but I discovered that I needed more alone time, so I walked into the convenience store around the corner from our house. After buying myself a bottle of whiskey and some snacks, I returned home.

After putting on my comfortable clothes, I took the bottle with me, turned on some music and started drinking. I didn't mean to get drunk, it was more of a distraction. But the cloudy thoughts didn't seem to dissipate easily, and the darkness that filled my mind was too much to fit into a cheap bottle of whiskey. I thought about calling Matt, about what he said in the library, what made him think I was in love with him. But I didn't want to talk to him. All the hatred that had built up inside me came back.

Then my mind went to the way he put his hands on my body. The way he touches me. I couldn't believe that even after forty years he said he was gay, but his touch said something else. Okay, I don't deny that I've thought about it when he's partially made love to me in the past, but my mind has always coded him as bisexual. It was hard to get used to the fact that he was gay. And he thought I was too, but I'm not. Let's see, I have a girlfriend, I live with her, I love her, and just last week I went to Georgetown to meet her family.

"You're not gay, son..." I repeated to myself several times, my gaze falling to the bulge in my pants as I fell in the direction of Matt's grip on my shoulders and waist in the library. Wait a minute, what?

I aimlessly fisted my dick and continued drinking. Impossible. Yes, this world of homosexuality was still a labyrinth full of mysteries for me. Something in the back of my mind, something that highlights the excitement of a forbidden sexual act. Curiosity. What would it be like to be with a man? But don't, gay or not, I think this is a thought that tickles the minds of all men.

Meanwhile, when the phone rang and I saw that it was Kate, I jumped off the couch and breathed a sigh of relief. We had a short, unpleasant conversation because her girlfriends were laughing and shouting in the background. 

After I hung up the phone, I kept thinking. What made Matt think I was in love with him? But more importantly; Will he continue dating Sam if he identifies as gay? How will I protect my sister? How do I protect Sam when her heart inevitably gets broken and it's done by Matt?

I lit a cigarette. Kate didn't know that I smoked occasionally when I was bored. But since she wouldn't be here all night, I'd have plenty of time to air out the house. I picked up the phone again and decided to call my sister. I thought it wouldn't hurt to have a routine conversation like we have some nights. 

But my heart was pounding. I wondered if Matt said anything to Sam tonight. About him or about us? The thought was so scary that after two rings I immediately hung up. I ended the call because it was for the best. If Matt had told my sister about us, Sam would have called me already.

But just half a minute later, I froze when the phone started ringing loudly. Sam was calling back and must have seen me calling her. I stood up, went to the window, and took a deep breath before answering the call, "Hi, Sam."

"Hi, Ben." Her voice was quite normal, even a little sleepy.

"H-How are you?" I cursed myself for sounding quite cowardly, I'm so stupid.

"I'm fine Ben, how are you? Why did you call so late?"

"Oh, were you sleeping? Sorry Sam, I was wondering how you were."

"Actually, you know, I was thinking of calling you."

"Really?" I put my hand on my chest and breathed quietly, "W-Why?"

"There was something I wanted to talk to you about, Ben."

I lifted the phone from my ear and put it on silence, quiet enough that Sam couldn't hear me breathing in the background. I closed my eyes and turned around, leaning my elbow against the window and scratching my forehead lightly, "About what?"

"About you and Matt..."

I put the phone on silent once again, this time to walk around the living room for a bit, calming my heart and collecting myself. 

"I'm listening to you," I gulped. 

Then, as Sam was about to speak, I made the sudden decision to take the reins, "Wait, wait, Sam. Before you say... I know, it's... I mean, okay, you have every right to be mad at me, but listen to me first."

"Ben, what nonsense are you talking about?" Sam grumbled, confused, "I wanted to invite you and Kate over tomorrow night. For dinner and game night."

I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and prepared to reject her quickly. Are you going to Matt's house? Impossible. But then I paused for a moment and said, perhaps because of the alcohol mixed with the adrenaline in my veins, "When do you want us to be there?" I made the crazy decision to reply.

"So you're saying you're coming?" Sam beamed with excitement. 

Poor thing, tomorrow night was probably supposed to be on her mind about breaking the ice between her boyfriend and brother. But the reality was very different. I knew full well that if I didn't ask Matt why he was dating my sister even though he was gay, the question would haunt and haunt me to no end.

"Be here at eight o'clock." Sam began to explain with breathtaking speed. "I'm just going to cook lasagna and I thought we could play some board games or Scrabble or something like we do when we're at home. Don't bring wine, Matt's house is full of them."

"Tell them not to be late."

"Wait..." I frowned at the low pitched male whisper heard in the background, "Was that Matt?"

"Yeah," said poor Sam in astonishment, "Actually, this was all his idea. To invite you and Kate."

I slyly laughed like I was crazy, I knew my nerves were starting to get the better of me, "So Matt asked you to do this?"

"No it is not!" She didn't want my heart to be broken by making the mistake of thinking that this little invitation was something that was offered just because her boyfriend wanted it that way. "We decided together."

"Anyway, Sam," I said slowly, "Kate and I will be there tomorrow night at eight."

After hanging up the phone and before plopping down on the couch, I thought this might be my last chance to find out what Matt was really up to.