THE BROTHER
Something about his silence was strangely enthralling…
She tried to strike up a conversation with him to ease the awkwardness, but he was unresponsive as usual. She couldn’t decide if it irritated her or intrigued her.
His silence stretched between them as he looked at her. He reached out and tucked some strands of hair behind her ears. She hadn’t realised she was standing so close to him. A whimper escaped her lips; she had been breathing shallowly.
Something about his silence was strangely enthralling; sometimes she caught herself fascinated by his presence. He never shied away from holding eye contact. His gaze was always piercing, like he was trying to read every hidden desire, and there was always a faint satisfaction on his face whenever she folded and flushed under it.
Matthew walked in holding two cans of soda, eagerness written all over his face. “Dude, Ben is back. I just got off the phone with him,” he chuckled. “I knew he’d do that!” He burst into laughter.
Darian looked equally excited.
“I guess you’re leaving right now then?” Selene asked.
“Of course. That dude owes me. I’ll be back soon,” Matthew replied, rushing into the living room to grab his jacket before heading out.
Silence settled over the house again.
Selene rinsed her hands quickly and hurried to her room. She could feel Darian’s burning gaze following her, so intense she almost forgot how to walk. Did he still think about that night too? Maybe if he spoke to her, she wouldn’t feel so self-conscious around him. The house always felt different whenever he was around; heavy, uncertain. Sometimes it even felt like he was deliberately avoiding her.
She tried to brush off the memory, but that night was always waiting somewhere in her mind, looking for the slightest chance to resurface.
“Selene.”
His voice was husky, barely above a whisper.
She turned sharply. She had walked in and gone to her closet without locking the door behind her, or had she locked it? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was that he was standing there, right in front of her.
She recognised that look on his face. She had seen it that night when she first met him and Matthew. She had thought they were just two friends trying to get her attention. Matthew had done most of the talking, but Darian’s gaze never left her. It had undressed her more than once before she agreed to hang out with them.
She had gone to the bar alone that night, expecting Julie to show up; but she never did. That night, when Matthew casually suggested a threesome, she had agreed almost without thinking. They were both attractive, and she had convinced herself she was in a carefree phase of her life.
“Why was he here now?” She thought, looking at Darian, whose eyes were fixated on her.
Months later, she had run into Matthew again. He had shown interest in her, and soon they were dating.
Why was he here? He barely speaks to her, it’s like he never knew her, and it never seemed to bother Matthew . He had said, “that’s just how he is”
Before she could muster the courage to ask why Darian was in her room, he lifted her face to hold his gaze as he ran his fingers through her hair and tried to grip it, but some strands fell on her face. Her eyes pierced his.
How could she look this beautiful? he thought. He had tried to stay away from her, had deliberately pushed her away but she kept coming to him, kept confusing him. He had fought the urge to come to her room, and now he was standing there anyway.
He leaned in and their breaths thickened as their lips brushed against each other.
He slid down his other hands down her chest and began to teased her. Her lips parted and she bit them.
His jaw clenched; every small movement from her tested the restraint he was barely maintaining.
Their lips crashed, hungry and urgent. She threw her arms around his neck and he pressed her against him, grabbing her buttocks, claiming her. His tongue curled in hers as she tangled her fingers in his hair, fiercely kissing and clinging on to him.
They were breathless when they parted and she tried to look away but he commanded in a low voice “look at me”. Her nipples hardened , He looked down, unable to hide the hunger in his expression .
What if Mathew walks in? Her mind drifted, but a sudden sting pulled her back to the present. He pinched her nipple lightly and a moan escaped her lips.
His hand traced lightly underneath her shirt before he pulled away, still holding her gaze. Then harder, the shift in pressure making her inhale sharply.
He yanked her hair backwards leaving her neck exposed, her eyes grew languid with pleasure. He traced his hand back to her neck, his fingers curling lightly as his thumb brushed against her lips.
She could feel her inside burning. She tried to pull him toward her, gripping his belt, but he drew her back by her hair and began to kiss her neck. Then sucked on them till pleasure exploded inside her.
She inched toward him. Her body pressed closer, chasing the heat between them, but he suddenly released her and stared at her. Why is he stopping? She reached for him, but he stepped back. She took another step, and he moved away again, his eyes studying every flicker of expression on her face.