A beam of glistening sunlight captures the end of a king-sized bed, warming a pair of feet that shyly poked out of the sky-blue fuzzy blanket. The rejuvenating heat lightly tickles Trevor's clean toes, and a reviving surge of energy hasty rushes up to his sleepy head. Trevor peacefully and noiselessly opens his heavy eyes to find his older stepbrother sleeping soundly next to him. Trevor gleefully looks at his brother's bright and handsome face for a moment, and without waking him up, he weaves his fingers through the soft, black spiked hair. Trevor ever so gently leans closer to Taylor's toned, bare body.Hoping to give his brother a heart-warming kiss, but the strong, musty aroma of dried cum on Taylor's hairless chest stopped him abruptly.
Uneventful scenes and painful memories from last night unfold in Trevor's mind, one after another like a slideshow. Involuntarily, Trevor pushes himself to sit on the bed, feeling horrified and vulnerable as the bed bounces. The tick and the tock of the clock intensify in Trevor's head and little droplets of tears drag its ways down to his childlike chin. The gleaming sun completely shines through the spotless window by now. The spacious bedroom is saturated with the joy of the light, but the boy somehow manage to keep the happy atmosphere down. While Trevor is still trapped in the horror, a pair of loving arms engulfs his waist. Taylor does not say anything to comfort his sweating brother, but he knew that a simple cuddle would say much more than the stitching of elegant words. Taylor lays his chin on Trevor's shoulder as Trevor turns to bury his face in Taylor's neck, washing it with his tears.
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"Here's your breakfast." Taylor places a plate of peppered omelet and oily bacon with a burnt toast to the side in front of Trevor on the wooden table.
"Thanks," Trevor says, almost inaudible.
Casually dressed now, Trevor picks up his fork and eat, obviously still troubled by his thoughts. A piece of bacon flicks onto Trevor's blue basketball shorts, but he fails to notice it, still troubled. Walking from the kitchen with a frying pan in his hand, Taylor scoops some of the omelet and places it in his own plate. He returns to the kitchen, looks into the gray metal fridge, and asks if Trevor wants orange juice or apple juice. Trevor didn't answer.
"Trevor?"
Taylor is still looking in the fridge, ready to grab the juice carton as soon as Trevor says something.
A bit annoyed, Taylor impulsively looks over the marble counter to find Trevor sobbing, adding salt to his omelet and bacon with tears. Taylor feels a bit guilty now.
"Why should I be annoyed by such little thing when my brother almost got raped yesterday?" he thought to himself.
He brings both cartons to the table with two glass cups between his long ring finger and pinky. Then he goes behind Trevor's cushioned chair, leans down carefully, and wraps his arms around his little brother, just like how he did it in the morning. He gives a quick dry kiss on Trevor's wet, salty cheek.
"Taylor...," Trev trying to hold back his tears forcefully, "I... He..."
Trev can't finish his sentence as his throat becomes dry and puffy.
"No rush," Taylor comforts, "I'm here the whole day." Trev nods.
"I...," Trevor begins again, "I'm..." He bursts again. "Hey... hey..." Taylor attempts to quiet him down, pulling the tissue box a bit closer. He shuffles out some blue-colored tissues and wipes the bitter tears away. The tissues are running out. Balls of tissues are still lazily laying on the table from last night.
"I'm sorry, Taylor," Trev finally had enough strength to complete his sentence as he sniffs back his clear mucus up his pink nose.
"What for?"
"I... don't know..."
"Why are you sorry?! Those bastards are the ones that need to be sorry! If I see them again on the street, either I die or they die!" Taylor's voice raises, clearly angry and frustrated.
Trev jumps when Taylor said that. "No! Taylor, you can't die!" Taylor suddenly gives Trev a grin. The wonderful feeling of being needed filled Taylor's heart to the fullest. Trev looks into Taylor's eyes with his tired, red eyes. Taylor can't resist the passion that Trev is sending to him through his eyes and lustfully assaults his brother's lips with his. Trev warmly wraps his arms around Taylor's neck and tightens the wrap as Taylor slides his tongue into his mouth. Trev didn't move his mouth, but let Taylor curiously explore his mouth with his tongue. Taylor smoothly tugs on Trev's jet-black hair and rubs his finger in circles against Trev's right temple to ease his jabbing headache as he work his way to lick every single part of the interior of Trev's mouth.
The doorbell rings, sending a soft echo around the apartment complex. Taylor pulls away from Trev slowly; Trev attempts to close his wet lips to lock Taylor's mighty tongue within his moist mouth but fails miserably.
Taylor grabs a small metal trash bin and with one hand skillfully sweeps the crusty balls of dried-up tissues into it. Then he carefully peeks through the peephole to find two police officers standing, waiting patiently. Taylor looks back at Trev as he slowly stands up, holding on to the chair with a stiff grip to stabilize himself.
"Uh... hi," Taylor greets the officers.
"Good morning, are you Mr. Taylor Yang?"
"Yes. I am Taylor Yang."
"Is Mr. Trevor Yang here also?"
Taylor looks at Trevor, and then signals him to come with his finger as if he's seducing his younger brother. Trev wipes away the remaining of his bitter tears using the clean sleeve of his white t-shirt and walks towards the white opened door.
"Good morning, Trevor," the police officer greets when he sees him, "nice to see you again."
"You are the cop from yesterday, right?" asks Trev, trying to recall his memory.
"Yes I am," he answers, showing his badge as his partner also flips his out.
"We have arrested two suspects from yesterday's incident. To avoid any complications, we took a few photos of them. Here are some photos. Can you identify them for me, Trevor?"
Trev shivers as a icy chill speeds through his spine and steps back, but Taylor reaches out with his great arm and hugs him closely and gives him a hard squeeze on Trev's tense shoulder. Trev exhales with no ease and closes his eyes for a moment, trying to accumulate courage and strength. Taylor gives a look to the officers, and the two cops nod, understanding the situation Trev is facing. Taylor gives Trev another tight squeeze, and with that, Trev opens his eyes and gives a quick glance at the glossy photos.
"Do you recognize them Trevor?" the officer asks.
The first photo is a muscular man with spiky blond hair. His eyes, blue and shining, give off a decent first impression. In fact, he looks a bit hot if you look at him from a sexual angle. If the first suspect is a bit hot, then the second suspect is even more seductive and sexy. His thin lips give a little attractive smirk, almost a insane sneer. The crimson strip of highlight through his spiked, wet-looking hair will drive any girl, or guy crazy. His light green eyes stares lustfully into Trev's fearful eyes as if he wanted more actions from last night.
Trev cheerlessly presses his forehead against Taylor's solid bicep and nods in disgust. Taylor compassionately strokes his stepbrother's back of the head. One of the cops returns the pictures into a neat stack and the other pulls out a longer than usual piece of paper and clips it on top of the plastic clipboard.
"I will need your signature here and here, and date both of them here," the police highlights the lines and hands the clipboard to Taylor.
"Is Trevor over 18?" the cop asks quickly.
"Yeah, he's 18 and two months."
"Then he should sign it," handing a pen to Trev.
"And how old are you, Mr. Yang?" the cop directed his question towards Taylor.
"26."
