Chapter 4
It was Friday. Mom texted me around four in the afternoon.
Going to be late again. Big office job. Don’t wait up. There’s money on the counter if you want to order something.
I was still deciding what to do when my phone buzzed again. A group chat from the guys I used to go out with before everything got complicated. They were meeting for dinner at a place downtown. Casual. Nothing serious.
I almost said no.
Then I looked down the hall toward Calum’s room. He had been quiet most of the day, scrolling through old social media, deleting people, deciding who still existed in his life. Every time I walked past he would look up and hold my eyes a second too long. The tension in the house had been thick since the night before.
I needed air.
I showered, changed into a black shirt and jeans, and stopped by his door on the way out.
Calum was sitting on the edge of the bed in just sweatpants, elbows on his knees. He looked up when I appeared.
“Going somewhere?”
“Dinner with some friends. I won’t be late, we can watch an horror movie together when I came back.”
He studied my face for a moment. Something unreadable moved behind his eyes.
“Alright,” he said. “Have fun.”
I almost stayed.
Instead I nodded and left.
The dinner was fine. Mexican food. Loud. Familiar. The guys asked the usual questions — how work was, if I was seeing anyone, if my brother being home had changed things. I gave short answers and drank slowly. Every time my phone lit up I checked it. Calum hadn’t texted. I showed them some pictures of my brother that we took together and they all comment like some hungry hoes for dick.
“Hey boys, respect, he’s my old brother.” They just laugh and said his a stud.
By the time I got home it was almost ten.
Mom’s car was already in the driveway. The living room light was on. I could hear her voice before I even opened the door.
“Thank god you’re home. He kept walking to the window like a dog waiting for its owner. I’m telling you, Ash, your new ‘son’ got nervous without you.”
She laughed finding really amusing his older’s son obsession with me.
Calum was on the couch, legs spread, arms along the backrest. He looked at me the second I stepped inside. His expression was calm, but his eyes were not.
“There he is, don’t need to stress no more, Calum.” Mom said, standing up. “I just took my pills. I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted. You two behave. Love you both.”
She kissed our cheeks and disappeared down the hall. Her door closed. A minute later the house went quiet except for the low sound of the television.
Calum muted it.
I set my keys on the counter. “You good? Wanna watch the new Evil Dead? Is super cool and bloody.”
He stood up slowly. The sweatpants hung low on his hips. The black ankle monitor sat against his skin like a warning.
“Come here.”
I walked over. He didn’t touch me at first. He just looked at me, head slightly tilted, like he was checking for something.
“Did you have a good time?” he asked, voice low.
“It was fine.”
“Anyone look at you?”
I frowned. “What?”
“Any of those friends. Did any of them look at you the way I look at you?”
The question landed heavy between us. I opened my mouth, then closed it again.
Calum stepped closer. He reached out and rested two fingers under my chin, tilting my face up.
“Did anyone touch you?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He held my gaze for another second, then nodded once, like he had decided something.
“Good. I should be the one taking you out for dinner, not some weak gay boy!”
“It wasn’t a date, Calum, just my friends.”
“Did you missed me?”
“Yes, I checked my phone for your texts all the time…” I confessed.
“If it wasn’t for this shitty on my ankle I would drive to you and fuck you on the restaurant bathroom, I would make sure your little friends knew you’re mine.”
“You’re my big brother, don’t you think they will find that strange?” He was so close, so hot. Not preppy anymore, an actual ex-con standing in front of me with a dangerous hungry look.
“We have to figure out this shit… I’m your daddy now, your papi. You have no idea how worried I was that someone beat you up in the streets, rob you, hurt you..”
His trauma of what he did was still very present..
He kissed me.
It wasn’t soft. It was deep and claiming, one hand sliding into my hair, the other gripping my waist hard. I opened for him immediately.
“Be careful, mom could listen…” I said afraid she could listen her two sons kissing.
He walked me backward down the hall without breaking the kiss, kicked his bedroom door shut behind us, and only then pulled back enough to speak against my mouth.
“Take your clothes off.”
I did. He watched every piece leave my body. When I was naked he shoved his own sweatpants down. His cock was already fully hard. He stroked it hard while looking at me.
“On the bed. On your hands and knees. You left me alone missing you, I’m angry I couldn’t buy you a nice dinner, some flowers. Take you out, I’m fucking angry with myself, Ash.”
I climbed up. The mattress dipped when he moved behind me. His hands settled on my hips, big and warm, thumbs stroking the skin there for a moment before he spat into his palm and slicked himself.
The thick head of his cock pressed against my hole.
“You remember who you belong to?” he asked, voice rough.
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“You.”
He pushed in.
The stretch pulled a broken sound out of my throat. Calum sank deeper in one slow, continuous thrust until his hips were flush against my ass. He stayed there for a few seconds, breathing hard, one hand sliding up my spine to grip the back of my neck.
“Don’t forget who your papi is,” he muttered. “You go out, you smile at guys, you let them look… but this hole is mine. You’re mine. You understand?”
“Yes.”
He started moving.
The first strokes were deep and deliberate. Each one dragged every inch of him in and out while his grip on my neck kept me exactly where he wanted. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. I dropped my head and pushed back to meet him.
Calum’s voice stayed low and rough above me.
“I sat in that living room the whole time you were gone thinking about some guy putting his hands on you. Thinking about someone else getting what belongs to me. You have no idea how close I was to telling you to come home.”
“But you said I should find a boyfriend…” I teased him with his own words.
He fucked me harder.
“Forget that… I was not thinking straight. I never felt this. No one treated me like you do.”
The bed started to creak. One hand stayed on the back of my neck while the other gripped my hip tight. Every thrust forced a sound out of me.
“This is the only cock you’re taking from now on,” he growled. “You feel that? That’s a year of nothing saved just for you. That’s me claiming what’s mine.”
I moaned and clenched around him. Calum cursed and drove deeper, the rhythm turning short and intense. His balls slapped against me with every stroke. The smell of sex and clean sweat filled the air between us.
“Tell me again,” he ordered.
“I’m yours.”
“Louder. Daddy’s home now, no more fuckboys in your life. Tell me I’m yours.”
“I’m yours— fuck—”
He reached around and wrapped a rough hand around my throat, gripping along with his thrusts. The dual sensation was almost too much. I came hard with a broken cry, spilling onto the sheets. The way my anus muscles clenched around him pulled Calum over the edge right after. He buried himself to the hilt, groaned like something was being torn out of him, and came in thick, heavy pulses deep inside me. I felt every twitch of his cock inside me. He kept thrusting through it, short and messy, until there was nothing left.
We stayed locked together afterward, both of us breathing hard. Heartbeats running together. Calum eventually eased out. I felt his cum start to leak down my thigh. He looked at it for a second, then pulled me down onto the bed with him, chest to back, one heavy arm locked around my waist.
His mouth pressed against the back of my neck.
“Next time you go out,” he murmured, voice still rough, “you text me when you get there. And you text me when you’re coming home. Understand? I know how nightlife can be dangerous, baby brother. That shit made me loose my life.”
I nodded against the pillow.
“Say it.”
“I understand.”
He kissed the spot under my ear and held me tighter.
Outside the room the house was quiet. Mom was already asleep. The ankle monitor blinked against his skin in the dark.
“C’mon. Let’s watch your bloody gory movie, baby brother. I want to hold you on the scary parts. I’m gonna make popcorn.”
He will make it so hard to leave the house, not because I’m afraid of him, but because I seriously have all I want at home… with my big brother.
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