(This is my first time writing a short story. I hope you like it.)
(Leans toward first person, pseudo-incest)
My brother isn't my biological brother, but I love him.
I've loved him since I was very young. My first time was to a photo of my brother. My first time having sex was with him, too.
Even now, thinking back on it is enough to make me feel good all over.
I love watching my brother cry, especially when I fuck him until he cries. He curses me out and tells me to slow down, but I never do, because everything my brother says is the opposite of what he means. When he tells me to slow down, he's lying. When he says he doesn't like me, he's lying, too.
Brother, you're so cruel. The things you say always hurt me, but that's all right. I'll make you tell me the truth.
I'm impatient about everything, but when it comes to you, my dear brother, I have all the patience in the world.
Theme: Brothers living in harmony
