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I close my eyes and exhale deeply. "I love you. No, I'm in love with you." Silence. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I knew it was a bad idea. I fucking knew it. I open my eyes slowly, trying to prepare myself for the horrified look on his beautiful face. But instead, I hear laughter. My eyes fly open. Shit, he thinks I'm kidding. Maybe it's better this way? I open my mouth to tell him that I don't feel well, so that I can go into my room and cry when he catches me off guard: "You're not a freak." WHAT?! I look at him, shocked. "Wh-what?" "You're not weird. I...uh...I've been in love with you. For a long time." I stare at him, trying to register what he's telling me. He loves me? Suddenly, my mind is whirling and the biggest grin has spread across my face. "You-you do?" He nods, and a blush creeps up his neck and colors his cheeks. He leans in and places a gentle kiss on my lips. "I love you so much." And before eithe rof us can second-guess ourselves, our mouths meet, opening and moving together. He licks my bottom lip, and I tangle my fingers in his hair. He pulls his lips away from my lips and leaves a trail of hot kisses down across my jawline and down my neck, where he sucks and bites gently. And suddenly, he bites down hard, and I can feel blood flowly from my neck. I let out a loud cry--it feels so amazing, his lips and his teeth and my own blood all mingling to form an amazing sensation in my lower belly. He pulls away. "I'm sorry!" he says, looking guilty. "I'm being to rough, I shouldn't have. I'm...sorry..." He trails off as I place soft kises on his own pale neck. He groans and throws his head back, giving me full access to his skin. I lick the side of his neck before biting gently. "Harder," he moans. I apply a bit more pressure--I am afraid to hurt him. "BITE ME, DAMMIT!" he shrieks, and and bite down hard. Blood is everywhere. He moans and pulls me into a fiery kiss. And then we are unbuttoning each other's shirts, unzipping our jeans, sliding out of our boxers. He looks amazing there, like some sort of Gothic god. I look up at him tentatively, feeling self conscious--he is so gorgeous, so perfect, and I am so...not. I cross my arms over my chest, feeling disgusting again. He kisses me gnelty again and unfolds my arms. "You're so beautiful," he murmers, places the softest of kisses on my chest. He is on his knees, then, and eying my erection. I have never had this done before, but I know what it is that he's about to do. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he takes me into his mouth, until I can feel my erection touch the back of his throat. My hips jerk forward involuntarily. I am afraid that I'm gong to choke him, but he moans satisfactorily and takes me in deeper. My hands are in his hair, my head thrown back. It feels so amazing, having my brother there, sucking me off. Fuck. my brother is sucking me off. I look down at him worriedly, and as if he has read my mind, he is looking up at me. He pulls away from my erection and smiles gently. "I love you," he whispers, and places a gentle kiss on my lips. I can taste myself on his lips. I kiss him back, and he responds for a moment before pulling away. He delves into a drawer and pulls out a tube of lube. He coats his fingers with it and smiles and me gently. "Are you..." He falters. I have never seen him this unsure before. "Are you sure?" I nod. "Positive." He nods and takes a deep breath before laying me down on his bed and then pressing his naked body up against my own. "You're sure?" I nod. "I promise, I am." "This might hurt. It's going to be uncomfortable." It's my turn to place a finger to his lips. "I trust you." He smiles again and nods. With another deep breath on both our parts, he slides his index finger into my ass, and my hips jerk upwards. A burning feeling spreads throughout my loins, and not a good one. I bite my lip. He moves his finger around beforepulling it halfway out, and then pushing in further with two fingers. I gasp loudly, and he smiles guility. "I'm sorry," he whispers. I extend my neck and place a kiss on his lips. "Don't apologize. I'm sure," I pause to grimace as his fingers hit a tender spot, "That I'll get used to it."