After days, weeks, no months of sneaking around, hiding from your brother when you guys both kisses, breathlessly moaned and grinded into eachother in dark corners of the house only to pull away at the sounds of a creaking foot step. Habit made a plan to keep him away. For long enough to have you to himself. And it fucking worked. Once that door shut. He stole you, he was going to really have you this time with the interruption getting in the way. Again. Fucking finally.