Broken Brothers In Love

Taylor

The moment my lips pressed over my little brother, I couldn't get enough. I clasped my hungry parted lips with his and took breaths after breaths.

We kissed each other in such hunger and sweetness only with him I could feel. Both reveling the moment. Our mouths pressed tightly as they moved with the kind of passion for a food that you waited so damn long to taste.

I loudly groaned, angling his face and fixing him where I wanted his face to be, that damn close.

The feel of his sweetness on me, the lovely movements of our tongues, thrusting violently in each other's mouths. I thought I'd die because of how good it felt. William was kissing me so good. He was literally eating my face and I was doing the same.

He still got the most amazing lips as I remembered; he tasted like chocolate, my favorite candy, my favorite food, my favorite taste all in one.

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William

The more you drink, the thirstier you are. I couldn't shake off the prose in my head as I drove off from his house.

I was hard, so damn hard as if I didn't have sex for the last ten years.

I wanted him so bad, not just to make me come, but just to touch me and have his way with me.

But I left him there, still drunk and now probably sleeping on the couch and cold. I left him not because I wanted to, but because of what he had said. We were kissing, and I couldn't fathom how good it had felt. The more I felt his soft lips sucking the crap of my whole being, the more my wants.

And then he started kissing me on my neck, but also started saying things I had never wanted to hear.

I wanted to continue, God believe me. I wanted to get drowned and just melt in his arms. Taylor was kissing me, and I had been wanting this to happen and now I confirmed that he wanted this, too.

But he wouldn't do it if he was not dreaming. He wouldn't do it if he was sober. He wouldn't do it because he was a dumbass. A pathetic heart-wrecking, mind-fucking coward and a hypocrite.