Note: All characters are over 18 years of age. Special thanks to my beta reader oldnakeddad.
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My brother (Roger) and I (Em) lived in the same house. One night, Roger, his boyfriend (Scott) and I were all sitting on the couch. Scott was gorgeous, of course. My brother wouldn't settle for anything less and my brother wasn't ugly, either.
My brother was the definition of tall dark and handsome. He was six feet, two inches tall and his dark brown hair was clipped short, but it still grazed his brow. His eyes were a chocolate brown with specks of amber and I loved the way his muscles were filled out. I also loved his face...especially when he smiled at me.
Sometimes, if I could catch him, I'd secretly watch Roger coming out of the shower so I could take a quick look at his naked body, it was nothing anyone could say anything bad about, and I'd wondered if he'd watched me coming out of the shower, too!
I loved his chest and stomach, a slight spatter of hair on each. His stomach was a perfect six pack with a V leading down. When he'd started dating guys, he told everyone he was he gay. The entire town seemed to know so my secret crush, on my brother, was crushed, but I knew something else about him, too...he still fooled around with women! I'd see them when he'd sneak them in through his window. He'd sneak the men in, too. I couldn't figure out why he was sneaking them in, but he seemed to be more careful with the men, which made no sense to me. Sometimes, when I was home, his window would creak or he'd stumble and I would, of course, go to the hallway and look. I could see into his room and I'd always see him with a woman, but I'd never see the men. He'd simply wink at me and shut the door so seeing him with another man was both strange and thrilling!
"I'm getting another beer. Does anyone else want one?" my brother announced as he held up an empty.
"Yeah, please," Scott said with a smile as he handed his empty to my brother and turned to look at me.
"How about you, Em?"
I froze as Scott's gaze was almost predatory.
"Yes, definitely," I sputtered.
I thrust my can towards empty air, not able to stop looking at Scott, and felt it leave my hand. As soon as my brother left, Scott began lazily trailing his hand down his shirt then up before allowing it to trail back down, again. My body felt like it was on overload as I watched him.
Scott was the opposite of my brother. His eyes were turquoise with flecks of gold and his blonde hair was shaggy and draping over his ears. He was also closer to my height, maybe five feet, eleven inches, at the most, whereas I was five feet, nine inches.
"So, Em. Don't you have anything better to do, on a Saturday night, than chaperone your brother on a date?"
He grinned a 'the cat ate the canary' type of grin at me.
"No. I wasn't feeling good, earlier, so I decided to stay home," I quickly replied as he continued to smile.
"What do you feel like doing tonight?" he asked.