Odessa Hywell

There are rules, Sebastian said this morning before we left our temporary bedroom. Because what we’re doing with one another is illegal, Simon and Burke can’t know. They can’t even suspect that Sebastian kisses me like I’m his reason for living. Not if we want to be placed together. Or at all, for that matter.  That means, when we’re not in the bedroom we share, safe behind the locked door we have to act like brothers. Nothing more. Nothing less.  When we’re alone, if we’re doing things brothers should never do together, we can’t be loud. One moan at the...

There are some lines a person is never supposed to cross but once they’re crossed, there is no walking back.  Jerking off in the shower while thinking about my little brother is one such line. Last night, kissing Nicolo, jerking us off together, and eating the cum off his stomach is another.  We broke a silent, but mutually agreed upon covenant most brother’s share the second they become brothers and the only way forward is to simply keep going. It still feels wrong on a primal level to want Nicolo as much as I do, to have him want me...

Other than swimming, playing video, or board games, watching television, or getting off with Sebastian, there isn’t a lot to do while we wait for our new identities. A process that Sebastian, Simon and even Burke swear is quick but seems to be taking forever.  I’m not complaining, not when Sebastian finds every opportunity to use his hands or mouth on me with Simon and Burke none the wiser. It’s easy to miss what you’re not looking for, and no one expects two brothers to be sneaking away three or four times a day to get off together.  We’re careful...

The front door opens and shuts with a snap behind Simon. After he turns the lock, he pulls off his raincoat and shoves it into the closet with an irritated huff. Burke, from his place on the sofa, with a game control in hand, losing spectacularly against Nicolo at Mario Kart, glances away from the screen, and lifts a questioning eyebrow at his partner.  “I’ve got good news, and bad news,” he says before he kicks his wet shoes off and crosses the living room. A US Marshall having bad news sounds well . . . bad.  “What’s the good...

It’s a little funny that Nicolo Ritland is married to Sebastian Ritland—his not brother.  Nicolo Ritland doesn’t have a brother even if Sebastian is my actual brother. I don’t have any family according to the paperwork I quickly flipped through while Sebastian packed. My mother died in childbirth. My father is unknown. I grew up as a ward of the state because no other family stepped forward to care for me, before aging out of the system when I turned eighteen a little over six months ago.  Simon, after what feels like hours of driving, pulls into the driveway of...

Until our things arrive, hopefully tomorrow like Simon suggested, there isn’t much for Nicolo and I to do so we settle down on the living room floor, and dump out the contents of the thick envelopes we’d been given.  There is paperwork—a shit ton of paperwork for both of us, along with two temporary phones the US Marshals can use to contact us, or we can use to contact them until we get our own phones.  I knew from experience the papers we’ve been given include a new drivers license, social security number and banking information, as well as things...

The wood floor is cold and hard on my knees as I brace my weight on my hands, surprised to suddenly find myself face down and ass up because Sebastian wants to prove a point. The point being I’m louder than I think I am.  Loud enough our new neighbors will possibly hear me moaning and begging for more of whatever he gives me which is probably true but I’m not going to stop him from making an example of my ass. Literally. He yanks my pants down with a sharp tug. The soft fabric bunches around my knees as...

A night spent on the floor, a hardwood floor no less, no matter how short the night may be, at my age, is asking for aches and pains that a handful of Tylenol does nothing to alleviate the morning after. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if Nicolo didn’t use me as his own personal mattress most of the night, but he did.  There is a pep in his step as I stumble after him to the bathroom, barely awake because we don’t have a coffee machine, thus no fucking coffee. He seems to be suffering no adverse effects,...

I press between his lips with a groan. The wet heat pulls me in deeper and deeper until Nicolo gags. The sound is loud in the silence, and not unwelcome, but he’s not ready to choke on my cock, not the way I want him to. I pull back, but don’t leave his mouth, just rest on his tongue as I stroke my fingers down his cheek until he catches his breath.  His tongue dips into my slit as he wraps his hand around the base of my cock, steady and tight, to control the depth. I grunt and hold...

There’s nothing wrong with a late start to the day. Not when the reason is an orgasm strong enough to warrant a nap afterwards.  Not that Sebastian lets me nap. Not that I want to nap on the floor anyway. For one night, the hardwood was fine. We were able to make a nest out of the blankets we took from the safe house, and sleep easy enough but I really hope Sebastian’s old bed shows up today. If not, tonight I might seriously beg him to get a hotel room until our furniture arrives.  “Rental should be here in...

It takes a little over an hour to get our phones and internet set up after stopping for fast food coffee and breakfast sandwiches. A guy will be out to hook everything up on Monday and until then we have mobile data to tide us over.  Most of the day is spent finding a decent used car to buy. The dealership we find is willing to come down on the price if paid in full which saves us a couple thousand dollars but takes time to negotiate.  We don’t rush getting wedding bands either. I follow Nicolo around a cute...

Fast food boxes with rapidly cooling leftovers sit beside the mattress Sebastian dragged out of the shipping container and into the living room before it got dark. The movie I’m supposed to be watching with him is more background noise than anything because I don’t have a clue what’s happening on screen. My entire being is focused on the man at my back and the set of mindless fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh. If Sebastian’s goal is to drive me half insane with lust: mission accomplished.  A couple inches higher and he’s going to make...