Forced Siblings

Starting over

A/N 

She gon be long so sit back and have fun.

1 year ago.

Marcus and I were lounging around in my apartment after he slept over last night. I was in the kitchen trying to make breakfast. I wasn't a bad cook, but today's breakfast just wasn't hitting... like at all. Honestly, my biggest shame was this breakfast, but I was too tired to remake it. I walked into the living room and handed him his plate, sitting on the couch. Marcus looked down at his plate then grimaced.

"Umm, you know, for someone who claims to be a good cook, you sure know how to burn toast," Marcus quipped. I rolled my eyes dramatically.

"Look, if you don't want it then give it," I said, taking back the plate of 'food'. "And plus, I like my toast with a bit of crunch." Marcus chuckled, then pushed back his black hair.

"You can be such a baby, you know that?"

"I am not a baby," I said, feeling attacked.

"Alright, tough guy, let's see you handle burnt toast," Marcus challenged, with a smirk.

I narrowed my eyes at him, determined to prove him wrong. Snatching the plate from his hands, I took a defiant bite of the charred toast after setting the plate on the coffee table, trying my best to maintain a straight face. The taste was horrendous, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me grimace.

"See? I'm a perfectly mature adult," I declared with a forced grin, my cheeks bulging with the unpleasant flavor. Marcus burst into laughter, I smiled, burnt crumbs still in my cheeks.

Suddenly, Marcus leaned back a little too far, his laughter causing him to lose his balance. With a yelp, he toppled backward, dragging me down with him as we both tumbled off the couch in a heap. I let out a surprised laugh as Marcus landed on top of me, our faces inches apart.

"Shit, you're right, that was really bad." Marcus flashed me a grin that didn't meet his eyes. His dark eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You know I'm always right," he said, his warm breath brushing against my cheek.

As we lay there, tangled together on the floor, a comfortable silence settled between us. I couldn't help but notice the way Marcus's gaze softened as he looked down at me, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still. Marcus wasn't just staring into my eyes; he was staring at my whole face, my lips, my nose, even my eyebrows. It was almost like he couldn't get enough.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." My heart fluttered in my chest. I knew how Marcus felt about me in high school, but I thought he got over the crush that he had on me. I guess I was wrong because the way he was looking at me, the way he said that was not something a friend should be saying or doing. That sentence was oddly familiar, and it made wetness pool from in between my legs unconsciously. I bit down on my lip, and Marcus didn't miss a beat, his eyes immediately following the action. His lips brushed against mine in a tender, hesitant kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as we melted into each other, the world fading away until there was only the two of us. It was nice, it was what I needed after months of abstinence. And the perfect way to forget about him. As we made out, thoughts of being touched all over by Dimitri ran through my head; seamlessly, my breasts hardened into little buds.

Marcus held my hands, pinning me down. With one hand, he held my waist, then started to kiss my neck. Before I was breathing heavily, but now I was moaning at the feel of him brushing against my breasts. Marcus came up for air and looked down at me and my braless chest. With a hand, he started to play with them, making me shut my eyes and press my legs together.