He always has been.
Even before Mom made us practice on each other before forcing us to service her fucking customers.
I walk by him and perch on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other as I look past him out the window again.
“Stop worrying about them, Hens,” he says softly as he comes over to crouch down in front of me. Tieran places a hand gently on my knee and I glance down at him.
“Nothing out there can get you. I won’t let it,” he promises, that half smile appearing on his face again.
I purse my lips as I smack his hand away. When Tieran lets out a heavy sigh, I shake my head and get to my feet. As soon as he tries to stand up with me, I put a hand on his shoulder and push him back down.
“Nothing outtherescares me,” I tell him, motioning toward the window with my lips.
“Then what does?” he asks in frustration.
“Losing you,” I confess softly.
“Where am I going to go, Hens? Who the hell else do you think I want in this fucked up world?” he damn near shouts.
I hold a hand down toward my brother to help him stand up, and when he does, I move to the side, then push him onto the bed.
I move quickly, straddling him, then reach around the side of the bed. Flicking a cockroach away, I slip my fingers under the mattress, then pull out an old, rusty switchblade.
Click!
The blade pops open as soon as I press the button and I hold it to his throat. I may not be able to kill him with this piece of shit, but I’ll make a point if I have to.
“No more whoring for my smack,” I snarl at him. Tieran slowly raises his hands so that I can see them out of the corner of my eyes, then moves swiftly, grabbing my hips and pushing himself up into me.
“You know how much I love sharp objects, Hens. If you’re trying to threaten me right now, maybe use something else?” he teases with a smirk.
“Fine. I will,” I say as I sit up tall, reach down and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side.
Tieran’s eyes instantly light up as I reach back and undo the hooks on my bra, then slip it off and throw it over my head.
“Fuck, Hens,” he growls as his dick gets hard. I can feel it pressing against me and I wiggle slightly to keep the blood moving in the right direction.
Tieran reaches a hand up, grabs one of my tits, then sits up as best as he can, sucking my nipple into his mouth. He gently grinds his teeth around it and I moan softly at the slight twinge of pain.
“You got anything else for me, baby girl?” he breathes as he lets go of my nipple and looks up at me.
“That depends,” I say as I place my hands on his chest and push him onto his back.
“On what?” he wheedles.
“What it is that you want.”
“The only fucking pussy that I’ve ever cared about,” he breathes as he places a hand on my cheek.
I turn my face, brushing the palm of his hands with my lips before I look back up at him again.
I slowly move down his body, like a serpent tempting Adam in the Garden of Eden again, trailing kisses on his body as I go. Tieran pulls his shirt off and lobs it toward the window, while I pull the zipper of his jeans open.
Reaching down, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of them and shimmies out of them as much as he can, allowing me to pull them off the rest of the way.
I smile at his briefs.
I can see the outline of his long, thick, glorious cock and I’m hungry for it.