2. Abandoned Doll (II) by Sarae

Chapter 1

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This is a slash/gay/boyxboy fanfiction for +18 years old and above ONLY.

This story is fictional: all characters and actions described DO NOT relate or portray real life situations in any way.

This story contains EXPLICIT and MATURE content like: sexual scenes, drug or alcohol use, slurs, homophobia, political and social issues and discussions, eating disorders, depression and anxiety, mentions of sexual abuse and non-con. All subjects discussed in this story DO NOT promote or encourage real life situations, and are included with the sole purpose of creating the story and the background of the characters.

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Tom's P.O.V.

"Holy shit, Tom... you're horny as fuck..." he laughed in my arms, struggling as we entered his room and I pulled him closer, shutting the door and leaning my back against it.

We could hear the noise of our whole family downstairs. Those twin girls who thought I was the Bogeyman; Bill's mother, I mean, my mother, chatting with my still unknown aunts. Gordon, talking about sports with the guys... So that's what a family was supposed to be, huh? I didn't care.

I just cared about Bill.

I ignored all the revelry very easily. Actually, I wouldn't have cared if they saw me there, hugging my Doll, my mouth sucking on his neck, tasting each one of his tattoos. I was very exhibitionist.

But Bill wasn't...

"Why don't you stop shaking?" I muttered. He was tense, I could see that.

"I don't... I don't wanna do it here. Just to think everyone is downstairs... makes me sick."

"So that's the problem. Doll, you're such a baby."

"Shut up," he squirmed in my arms, annoyed. I let him go, grabbing his arm right away and turning him around, maybe a little too roughly. I always forgot how delicate the Doll was.

"Tell me, Mr. Shrink... is there any law that forbids consensual incest between same-age and same-sex brothers?"

Bill made a face, something like a little kid's pout. Hmm... very tempting...

"No... not exactly."

"So why is the fact of me sticking it up your ass wrong?"

"Because..." he became thoughtful for some seconds, overthinking. "Because society doesn't approve that. They'd take us for sexual deviants and act like we carry a mortal disease. They'd take us to a psychologist because... it isn't common..." the Doll looked down with furrowed brows and watery eyes. I leaned forward, trying to meet his shining gaze under his mane, a little grin on my mouth.

"Why 'isn't it usual'? Just because nobody does it? Or because they don't need it?"

"What do you mean?" he looked at me worriedly, raising an eyebrow. I grabbed his waist, sliding my hands by the hem of his shirt as I pulled it up slowly, caressing all his white skin, his unshaped and totally flat chest with the palm of my hand.

"They're raised together since childhood... Their parents have these anti-incestuous thoughts in their heads and they transmit them to their kids since the day they're born..." My Doll lifted his arms passively as I took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. His expression was like the one of a little kid who has lost his lollipop. It looked like the expression worthy of a porn star. "The unity, the coexistence and the education by their parents makes it impossible for brothers to see each other as something else..." I pulled him toward me, tugging at his belt. Bill put both hands gently on my chest, biting his lower lip. "They don't need each other."