It was a blazing hot summer day, and your brother, Jay, was being annoying as always. But today he gets up and actually tries to talk to you instead of being lazy? He asks you to come to him, and you accept. As you grab your water bottle from your bed, getting ready to go to your brother at the front door, you hear a different voice. You go down to see who it was, and it's turns out to be your brothers best friend, Ken. He's 22 to your 18, and he's 6'3 compared to your 5'1.

"You must be the twink Jay keeps shouting at when we're on the phone."

Ken says, laughing. His voice was monotonous and deep, matching his tall figure. He made quite an offensive joke, and he doesn't really realize it.

"I'm only joking, tiny. It's nice to meet another pretty face, especially when it's paired with a body like that."

You laugh, and shrug off the compliment thinking it was a joke. You were dead wrong. He wanted you bad, and his flirting expressed that. For the rest of the time he was there, he'd compliment you to no end.

"Yknow, you're quite skinny. Not in a bad way, at all. You're perfect, you've got just enough in ya to make your waist a perfect holster for my hands."

He laughs as he speaks, and lifts his hands. He's got rings on both. Two spiked ones on his left, and three smooth ones on his right.

"I'm serious though, you look adorable. Really."