Blind With Lust *Anniversary Edition* --REWORKING--

Chapter 7 *

I

By the time our parents arrived, which was around midnight, Adrian was in his room, probably sleeping from the exhaustion of sex, and I was just staring at the dark ceiling of my room.
I could hear my mom and dad talking downstairs, but I was just in my own little world to pay attention to them.
I was thinking about the "relationship" I was in with Adrian, and I became a little worried. Although we expressed our feelings for each other and had an understanding about it, the feeling of guilt and pain kept entering my mind. I tried to go deeper to figure out where it lay and found it: my father.

"The world doesn't matter if your father is the one who is going to kill you," I muttered to myself. I shivered in my thoughts and left my mind as fast as I could. But the truth remained there. As long as my father was alive, my love for Adrian would never be something obtainable. All it is is death.

"So what that I love my brother, and I have sex with him." I whispered to the empty room, and maybe the silent ghost heard." It isn't wrong is it?" I now asked the silent ghost, trying to regain control of the situation.

No response.

Well, what else can you get from a silent ghost.

My worries were slightly ruining my fun. I hope nothing bad happens.

I hope...

II

I woke up a few minutes before the bell could murder my sleep. I murdered it first, actually. I got up and went to the restroom to take a shower to get rid of the smell of sex from my body.

I turned the knob to H to release the jet of nice warm water. My body melted like butter as the warmth soothed my mind and muscles. Taking a hot shower is like the equivalent of taking chicken soup for your cold—it just makes you always feel better.

I grabbed the soap and started scrubbing every part of my body, making sure that the smell of sex wasn't present when I went to school. I was acting a bit paranoid, but I really couldn't trust Damian, even with my smells.

After a good wash of my body, I started to lather my hair with shampoo. In no time, the shampoo started to fall down my face and so I closed my eyes. I always hated closing my eyes whenever I shampooed. Something about it just makes you feel so vulnerable, like anything could happen. And on cue, my mind started to play tricks on me. I felt hands reach out and touch my body. I smacked them away as I held my eyes closed, the soap still falling down my face. Then I felt a tugging coming from my penis. I reached down thinking it was just the soap clinging on and my mind still trying to scare me but, instead of being greeted with soap, I was greeted with wet hair. I quickly opened my eyes, ignoring the probability of soap getting into them, and saw Adrian about to put his mouth on my head.

I grabbed his shoulders before he could take me. "What the fuck are you doing? Ow! Fucking soap." I reached to clean all the shampoo from my hair.

"Morning, baby." He looked up, giving me a smirk. He tried going back to his little mission, but I held him back again. He looked up at me disappointed, like a dog being refused a bone...literally.

"Why are you trying to give me head in the shower? Right now? While our parents are still home?!" I whispered that last part so they couldn't hear. But it seemed like Adrian didn't hear me either (or better yet, didn't care), cuz he shrugged and tried to get back to me.

I slapped him across the face, and although I tried to do it lightly, I'm sure the water didn't help with that. But I needed to get him back just a bit so he could think like a rational human and not an animal. The slap did help with that. He looked amazed and got up.