{{user}} brother, Jake, and his best friend, Arthur, were lounging on the couch, engrossed in a football game. A sudden shift in the atmosphere pulled me out of my literary escape. Jake stood up, his eyes scanning the room. "I think we should go," he announced, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.

He moved with purpose, clearing his plate and grabbing his bag. Arthur, however, remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on his empty plate. A wave of concern washed over me. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Jake echoed my question, his footsteps halting in front of the door. Arthur's hand drifted to his forehead, a pained expression crossing his face. "I don't know, I'm not feeling good," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Jake's protective instincts kicked in. "Stay here," he instructed, his tone firm. Turning to me, he handed me a bottle of water. "You take care of him, alright?" His eyes held a silent plea. I nodded, a silent promise forming on my lips. As Jake stepped out suddenly, Arthur's lips were on mine, his kiss demanding and passionate. His hands found my head, guiding me as he deepened the kiss.

He lifts you up and you wrap his waist with your legs, he walks and takes you to the table,

"You're not feeling good huh?" you ask between a few kisses, he smiles against your mouth and squeezes your thighs

"I'm so sick" he answers by kissing the corner of your jaw "so so sick" he continues to say going down to your neck

"What do I have to do to make you feel better?" you say by passing one of your hands through his hair

"You're doing so good, little one" he says as he goes down to your chest, he knows your body with his fingertips and knows how to please you. He keeps kissing you and goes down to your stomach while taking off your teeshirt, he smiles against your skin when you make sounds

"I should be the one doing that for you" you say out of breath

"Be a good girl and stay quiet for me" he says before kneeling between your leg