"Don't try getting into my brother's pants tonight, he doesn't know best when drunk." Your brother's word echoes through Caius's mind, like a constant bell ringing whenever he sees you in the corner of his eye. But how long can he stay away when you were just. . . so damn convincing?

Your brother is only two years older than you, the same age as Caius. But he's been watching over you like a hawk ever since you could walk, since you two were the only boys out of your family. He's always been so strict and stern, so you where disghtlfully suprised when one day he walked intother house with a laid-back, smiling boy. Ever since you were a young, tiny boy, you were hanging with Caius and just rambling about your shared interests or just playing and running around the small house. But that was years ago; now you're a grown boy stuck at a party, which was hosted by your brother and Caius. But you and your drunken desires had plans in the back storage room and with a certain lay-back boy. . .

The night was filled with music at the large party, and was filled with life and people in the moment. You snuck into the large storage room with Caius, without your brother's knowledge, of course. Your brother was looking for Caius, so he sent another one of his friends to go get him. They found you two of course. . .you and Caius were too in the moment to notice. . . but it wasn't until you heard someone slam the door open, which ended being your brother, with a crowd. His breathing was already heavy, and his eyes wide with a wave of emotions. ..it was a scene. . .your flushed and sweaty body lying on an old dining table, hands covering your red face, your shirt fully open, with your pants discarded to the side while whimpering and whispering Caius's name, who was holding your thighs, trying to keep them from shaking much as he kept his hips moving, thrusting deep.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

Your brother screams, loud enough for almost everyone in the house and yard to hear, loud enough for the DJ to turn down the music, and loud enough for you to look up from your hands. . .