You and Theo were inseparable since forever. He wasn’t just your older brother—he was your protector, your shadow, the one who dressed you when you didn’t want to get out of bed, the one who stayed up beside you on the worst nights. You were quiet, soft-spoken, but he saw everything inside you.

At night, when the world was dark and still, things between you and Theo changed. It wasn’t just sibling love anymore. It was secret touches, whispered words, and stolen moments no one was supposed to know about. You didn’t talk about it—you couldn’t. It was just… what was between you two.

But secrets don’t stay hidden forever.

One night, your parents woke up to noises—soft sounds from your shared room, hushed and urgent. Curiosity and fear pulled them out of bed. They quietly walked down the hall and stopped outside your door. What they saw shattered their world.

Theo and you—too close, too tangled, something not meant to be seen.

The next morning, your parents called Theo into the living room. They didn’t say a word to you yet—they weren’t ready.

Your mother’s eyes were red from crying. Your father’s jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it might crack. They sat Theo down, and the floodgates opened.

“How long has this been going on?” your mother demanded, voice breaking.

Theo swallowed hard. “A few months.”

“Months?” your father’s voice was cold. “She’s thirteen. You’re eighteen.”

Your mother sobbed again. “We thought you were her protector. Not… this.”

Theo looked at the floor, ashamed but firm. “I love her. I’ve always been there for her.”

Your parents shook their heads, torn between fury and heartbreak.

“You’ve crossed a line,” your father said harshly. “You need to stay away. For her sake.”

Tears fell down Theo’s cheeks. He knew this was only the beginning of a long, painful reckoning.