Chapter: I'm A Bitch.

Author: Axel Otto

I walked into our apartment at around 6 PM. I had just gotten off a particularly shitty day of work (I had been promoted to the congressman's legal assistant and he was not the easiest to deal with) and I really just wanted to curl up with a slice of pizza, a beer, and Tuck, on my couch. When I got home, Tuck was already curled up on the couch, but he had company.

"Octavius!"

I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself from screaming. "Why do you look so surprised baby sister? I do live here." She smiled, and sat up from where she had been lying on Tucker's chest.

"I just haven't seen you in a while. And wow, you do look handsome in a suit. Mom was right."

I chuckled slightly at her attempt to flatter me. She could tell by my tone that I wasn't in the mood to see her on a Tuesday night, snuggling with my boy. "Flattery isn't going to help the fact that I'm not in the mood to look at this." I nodded towards the two of them, tangled all up in each other.

Maggie sighed. I pulled my tie loose and glanced at Tucker. An image of his head thrown back as I sucked his dick flashed in my mind. I smirked, and headed for my room. I didn't come back out for another hour, hoping Tuck had enough time to realize I wanted Maggie gone.

Apparently, he didn't. He also didn't have enough sense to move his activities into his bedroom. So, when I headed for the living room, I got a full view of Tuck's ass as he pounded into my baby sister.

"Are you two fucking mental?!" I was not pleased. "THIS IS THE LIVING ROOM! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Tuck literally fell right out of Maggie and onto the ground. I heard Maggie stifle a giggle and I thanked God that I wasn't able to see much more that the top of her head. "FUCK OFF, ASSHOLE! I KNOW YOU BANG MY SISTER BUT FUCKING KEEP IT TO YOURSELF! I CAN'T FUCKING LEAVE MY ROOM TO GO GET SOME CEREAL WITHOUT GETTING A SCENE FROM A FUCKING PORNO THESE DAYS!"
Tuck scrambled up off the floor, his face flushed, as he pulled on his boxers.

"Ax, shit, fuck, I totally forgot you were home, I, fuck, MAGGIE LEAVE! Ax, I'm sorry please—"
"Fuck off, Oaks. I don't want to see your face right now."

I pulled open the door to my room and slammed it. Then I locked the door, collapsed in my bed, and strangely enough, I started crying.

I don't know why I got so emotional, it's not like I haven't seen something like that before. I have, a bunch of times. I mean, they've been together for almost as long as Tuck and I have been friends, it'd be weird if I never caught the two of them going at it.

But this was different, I guess.

Okay, maybe I do know why I started crying. Maybe it was because I thought something might have changed after I had my lips wrapped around my best friend. Maybe I was crying because I thought Tuck had realized what was going on in my head. Or maybe, and most likely, I was crying because I'm a little bitch.

Either way, Tuck was knocking on my door a few minutes after I started having an emotional breakdown.

"Axel, please..." his voice was quiet and he was knocking gently, so I was afraid that he had heard my tears. I swallowed back the lump in my throat and wiped my eyes. Grown men don't cry.

I unlocked the door, but didn't open it. I fell back down on my bed facedown.

He came in quietly. I felt my bed dip as he sat on the edge of it. "Axel, I feel horrible. I know it's not like us having sex is something new to you, but still, for some reason I just feel like shit. I feel like a raging asshole. I'm so sorry, Ax. I'm so sorry."

I turned my head so my voice wasn't muffled. "It's fine, Tuck. Relax. I'm just tired and I've had a shitty day so please leave."

I heard him swallow. "Yeah," he said, his voice small. "Yeah, I'll go. If that's what you want."

I sat up slightly and stared at him. "Yes, Tucker. It's what I want. Get out, please."

Judging by how red his face got, I was a little harsh. But he wasn't the only one who felt like shit.

He left, and I slept alone. The next day we were fine, like usual. After work, Tuck had texted me saying he was grabbing dinner with a co-worker and wouldn't be home until late. I said that was fine, and ordered Chinese.

Tuck got home around 9, and I was passed out on the couch dead asleep. He shook me awake.

"Babe, come to bed."

I nodded, and sat up, grabbing his hand. He pulled me up, and brushed my hair away from my face. Then, he kissed me. Long and hard. He didn't taste like alcohol, so I followed him into his bedroom. I was already hard. I swore under my breath. I was in so deep.

"Come here," Tuck whispered, pulling me by my waist so we both fell down onto his bed. He chuckled a little bit, but I was too distracted by my boner to laugh. His fingers ran down my cheek as he looked at me. I could only barely see him; the lights were off. But Tuck had this dumb ass lava lamp that gave off a soft blue glow, and I was glad that I could make out the outline of his lips and the darkness of his pupils. "I want to make it up to you," he told me, touching my lips now.

"Make what up to me?"

"Yesterday," he explained, his finger tracing over my chin. "I was being a repugnant pig." I cracked a smile. Only Tuck would use a word like repugnant at a time like this.

"I know."

"So let me have you for tonight." I didn't quite know what that meant, but you're insane if you think I didn't want to find out. Instantly, images of Tuck and Maggie from the day before were wiped from my brain. All I could think about was Tucker's eyes and the amazing way he made me feel like I was the only person he could see.

I nodded. He kissed me softly. Everything else happened slowly. This time, we weren't rushing. Tucker wasn't driven by his sudden horniness like he had been before. Tonight, he was driven by something else. All he did was touch me softly, making sure he felt each and every piece of my skin. His fingertips felt different, somehow. His touch always ignited something in me, but this was different. It was like he was enjoying it too.

Things got more serious when Tucker undressed himself. Our bodies were pressed together, our skin melting into one another's. I wanted him badly. I could tell he felt the same. So, he did something about it.

I had never had some touch my ass before Tuck did. I was an asshole virgin, and I wanted to stay that way. Except as soon as Tuck started feeling inside of me, I didn't want him to stop.

"Fuck, Tucker, how do you... know how to... fuck... do this so well, ow, jeez!" I was breathless. Tuck chuckled.

"I've been watching gay porn. How weird is that."
"You? Gay porn? Holy fuck."

I watched a look of complacency form on Tuck's face as I moaned. He loved the fact that I was writhing underneath his grip.

"Yup. Thought it would come in handy," he paused and smirked at me as I let out a string of curse words. "It did."

We stopped talking for a little while. I started to jerk Tuck off, but once he gripped my wrist and told me to stop, to save him, I grew painfully nervous. Tuck was about to fuck me.

He told me to relax and pulled his fingers out of me. My heart rate doubled. He kissed my lips gently and started spreading my legs. I couldn't see anything. Pain and nerves blurred my vision and Tuck hadn't even pressed more then his tip against my asshole. And then, for the second time that week, I started crying.

"Axel! Oh my god, babe, are you okay?" I was sobbing. It was messy and ugly and I was sobbing. I coiled away from Tuck and shoved my face deep into his pillow, into his scent. He rubbed my back and curled himself up against me, whispering comforting things that only made me cry more.

When I stopped crying, finally, Tuck pulled my face towards his. "Axy, did I do something? Are you hurt? Should we go somewhere? A clinic, a doctor, anywhere, we'll go."
His concern for my health made tears well up in my eyes. He pulled me into his chest. I blinked them back.

Tuck sighed.

"Axel, I love you. Tell me what's wrong, please." I loved Tuck too. So, I told him.

"Don't marry my sister."

He took in a deep breath of air.

"Done."

The next morning, I woke up in his arms naked. I sat up, and sat on the edge of the bed and stretched myself out. I felt his hand on my back a moment later.

"Axel?"

"Hmm?" I turned my head back towards him slightly.

"I couldn't sleep last night."

I swallowed. "I'm sorry about that."

"I need to know if you meant what you said. If you don't want me to marry Maggie, I won't. I just need to know, Axel. Tell me again."

For a moment, I contemplated telling him the truth. And then, I thought about my sister.

"God, Tuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I didn't mean that at all. I want you to marry Maggie." I got up, and picked up my boxers from the floor and pulled them on. I glanced up at Tuck's stoic expression. I forced a smile. "We're going to be brothers, man."

Tucker gave me a hard look. "You want to be my brother? Brothers don't do what we just did, Axel."

I didn't like his tone. His resentful tone. His disgusted tone. "Well then I guess we shouldn't do that anymore. Right, bro?"

I didn't wait for him to respond. I grabbed my clothes from the end of his bed, slammed his door, and left. I wasn't planning on coming back.