Shortly before dawn, an alarm within the Wells household goes off. A groggy hand reaches out to smack it silent before going limp against the edge of the bed. The next bed over arises the early bird, a cruel smile playing at his lips. He reaches over and gently nudges his brother, who grunts in return. Waking up early was never his strong suit, just like their mother.
“C’mon, Tobi. Today’s the day,” Jon Wells smugly whispers.
“What? What are you — OH! I thought you were joking,” Tobi grumbles, slowly propping himself up with one arm. He looks at Jon sleepily, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. The night before a bit of a hazy memory, yet Tobi vaguely remembers the primary topic, his blood running cold as he entertained the idea. They shouldn’t go through with it.
“No, no, I’m serious,” Jon says, leaning forward. “We should do it.” It, referring to basically risking their living situation as of today, the twins’ 18th birthday. If this went wrong, the brothers would be out on their asses with no place to go.
Tobi shook his head.
“I was out of it last night,” he says, sitting completely up now. “We shouldn’t. It was wrong. She’ll hate us.”
“No, I can almost promise you she won’t,” Jon says. He pulls the top nightstand drawer open, revealing a small purple journal that has been through some wear and tear. Jon takes it out and carefully opens it to a recent entry. “‘I feel as if I’m going Çanakkale Escort to explode, this frustration of mine is killing me. I wish he were still here to fuck me into oblivion the way he used to. Damn that bastard for ruining my opinion of other men. I crave to be dominated like that once more…'” Tobi gulps hard. That diary belongs to their mother, the only woman of the house. She was no doubt mentioning their father, a man that had ran out on them years ago. A man that no other could seemingly top. But for whatever reason, Jon seemed hellbent on trying.
No. Tobi knows why Jon wants her so bad. Any man would, and many men have tried in the past. Their mother, Elizabeth Wells, is an absolute stunner. She stands at 5’5″, has the most beautiful light brown eyes that melt your heart when she flashes that gorgeous smile of hers at you, and has the softest thick brown hair you have ever felt in your life. Her body is slightly curvy, well toned from her weekly gym visits. She’s a bit of an introvert, but whenever she feels outgoing, it’s enough to light up a room and make even the coldest person melt a bit. She’s such a looker and a delight. So Tobi understands why Jon would want her, except… except she’s their mother. It’s forbidden.
Jon sighs, reaching out to grab his brother’s chin, snapping him from his reverie.
“Look at you, stiffening up already. You want her, too, stop denying Çanakkale Escort Bayan it,” Jon commands. Tobi swats his arm away lightly and frowns, not even looking down at the tent in his shorts.
“Morning wood, dipshit, try again,” Tobi says in defense, folding his arms. Jon throws him a bemused look, then stands. He closes the small space between them in an instant. Tobi gulps once more as his brother kneels beside him on the bed, his face coming closer to Tobi’s.
“You want to fuck her just as much as I do and I promise you can as long as you follow my lead. I know what she wants, what she needs. We can give it to her, we can complete her easily. She’ll never need another man. She’ll stop writing about our dumbass father,” Jon whispers huskily into Tobi’s ear. Tobi groans softly, trying to hold back. But it’s enough to prove Jon’s point and they both know it.
“Alright… alright, let’s say that we attempt to seduce her. She wouldn’t agree to this because, again, this is wrong,” Tobi says.
“Well, we do it like this.” Jon demonstrates by shoving Tobi down onto the bed and hovering above him. Tobi gasps, completely caught off guard. Jon grinds himself against Tobi. Jon is just as rock hard as Tobi is, but whether it’s from the thought of taking their mother or dominating Tobi at the moment is unclear. Jon had always been the more dominant of the two. It’s always been Escort Çanakkale obvious.
“I don’t think forcing her into this is a good idea,” Tobi points out from below the slightly older twin. Jon grins, leaning against Tobi’s neck.
“We won’t force her. I don’t want to traumatize her. I just want her and want her to be happy. I think we can do that for her, for ourselves,” Jon whispers. His voice feels good against Tobi’s neck and makes him flex against Jon’s thigh.
“I don’t think she’ll go for this,” Tobi sighs. “And even if we did, you’re just going to take her for yourself anyway. You always take the good things from me.” Jon chuckles a bit at that, knowing it to be true.
“We’ll fight for dominance, of course. But this will take both of us. According to her diary, I don’t think there’s one man alive to surpass our idiot father,” Jon tells Tobi, who grunts in reluctant agreement. Their mother mentioned him often, longingly at that. She clearly wanted to move on but simply couldn’t. Whatever kind of hold their father had over the poor woman was strong indeed. A part of Tobi wants to break that just as much as Jon, but someone had to be the voice of reason here and it certainly wasn’t going to be Jon.
“What would a fight for dominance ensue?” Tobi asks, humoring his brother. Jon lifts back up, grinning awfully evilly at Tobi.
“Lemme show you,” he growls, sitting up and quickly removing his shirt. Before Tobi could question further, Jon leans back down and nips at Tobi’s neck and trails down Tobi’s already bare chest. Tobi watches, holding his breath as Jon goes lower.
Today would be the day to break all kinds of rules, it seems. Tobi would be a liar to say he wasn’t curious.