Stormy nights | 1098 words
The music in your big brothers room is soft but intense the rain pummeled against the window, the yellow streetlight casting patterns against the poster covered wall.
"I don't know what to do." You whine leaning more onto your big brothers space. "It seems like I'm never seen you know?" Your heads a mess and if your big brother is forcing you stay in his room under the threat of dragging you back he's going to have to listen to your problems.
"I see you." He says but doesn't look away from the box tv where he's playing some survival horror game on the T.V. he's trying to run through a maze of train cars as something chases him.
"I've come to know that your about the only one." You mutter and try to grab a cigarette out of your older brothers box and just with supernatural instinct his hand snaps out grabbing his cigarettes.
"No stealing." He's looking at you now a small smile and amusement in his eyes shows he isn't really mad but you give him puppy eyes anyways.
"I wasn't." You lie just wanting to keep the conversation going instead of thinking about your issues.
"Liar and a thief? I don't know if I should feel proud that your following in my footsteps or disappointed you aren't more subtle." He leans into your space and when you try to pull away he grabs onto your wrist tugging you closer.
You look around the room focusing on anything else embarrassment crawling around you. You try focus on the trinkets on the shelf, the empty bottles, the video game cases, CDs but it left you off guard.
Your big brother wraps his arms around you waist and tugs you into his lap, you try to struggle but it's only half hearted not really putting your full strength into getting free, a smile freely on your face.
"A punishment is in order don't you think?" He asks once you have settled. He grabs the controller he abandoned and forces his hands to wrap around it. There's a death screen on the TV.
"Oh but first-" He moves his hands away to sit on your lap where the cigarette box now site. He opens the box and plucks a single one out raising it your lips his head resting on your shoulder. You know you aren't the smallest person ever but sitting in his lap like this makes you feel all the more fragile.
The lighter is raised to the tip of the cigarette flicking to life in sparkles and flame. "Breathe baby bro." He says teasingly enjoying using the one term that he knows irks you when he's acting like this. On the other hand he loves affirming it, there's no denial or guilt like you have just pure predatory satisfaction.
You sigh but lean forward and light the cigarette on the flame, thunder rumbles distantly and the rain gets ever so harder. The menthol cigarettes satisfy the need for nicotine not like you would have a nicotine addiction if it weren't for your brother.
He drops the lighter back down into your lap and plucks the ciggeratte from your lips. "I don't like playing horror games." You say staring down at the controller.
"My little man scared?" He asks blowing smoke past your shoulder. You turn your head to face him giving the most deadpan stare you can give. You love all things horror but you might get a bit too paranoid if you play a horror game.
"I don't want to see floating corpses in the hallway tonight." Despite what you said your fingers hover over the start button.
"Ah well then you'll just sleep with me." He says with a shrug like it's the only option.
"Not a chance." You huff but finally commit to pressing play.
Your big brother sneaks the cigarette up to your lips to take a pull before the cutscene finishes.
Your running through train carts easily losing your way, you nearly run straight into a creature feeling your big brothers hand touching your waist, gently caressing shapes over your pants.
"Hey." You growl out to him in reprimand. Your hand does not leave the controller.
"Hey." He responds casually like he did nothing.
"You're touching me." You point out, fingers slipping off the joystick before finding it's place again. God it felt like your running in circles.
"I know." He says factually pushing his palm on on your stomach to push you into him.
You let your back curve against his chest, the figurate is once placed against your lips, halfway down.
"Can you stop?" You ask but your more focused on the screen skin crawling and you can't tell if it's the game or your brother causing that reaction. This isn't the first time he has done this and you know it won't be the last.
"No." His voice is as lazy as the hand now caressing your thighs taking in the texture of your pants and the warmth that seeps through.
You frown but stay still as you can as his fingertips stray occasionally. You finally make it out the train cart area with a bated breath. Trying immediately to get off his lap.
"Where are you going?" You can feel his smile against your neck his arm latched around your wait the other hand pulled away from the two of you lit ciggeratte still in hand.
"The ciggie isn't even out yet-" He whispers into your ear, carefully bringing the damn thing closer. "-you're doing all of this just to get a couple puffs don't end it now." His voice is chiding like telling a small kid not to waste food.
As you open your mouth to speak the but of the cigarette is placed between your lips. His hands pats your tummy. "Breathe baby bro." He says again and you close your eyes and follow the order.
The thunder is louder now wind whipping around the house and trying to sneak in through the windows.
"You know-" He starts slowly smoke exiting his mouth into your face. "-Mom and dad called earlier-" He lets the cigarette drop into a nearby ashtray bringing both hands to wrap around your waist. "-said the storms too bad to drive in-" one of his hands try to weasel it's way between your thighs. "-won't be back until tomorrow." His lips graze your jaw.
"I wasn't joking." He licks your cheek when you move your lips away from him. "I was serious earlier about you staying in my room tonight"
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