The Bonds We Can’t Brea

The Bonds We Can't Break

Please note that this is a work of fiction. This story does contain incest between siblings that is consensual. All characters are above the age of 18+. If you are not comfortable reading this, please move along. I apologize for any errors in this story as it is my first. Any feedback is welcomed!

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I was in the middle of writing my college English paper that was due this Saturday. I'm not a writer by any means but I've come to enjoy it. This paper, however, was not fun. My professor decided this paper should be written about family relationships. I don't really enjoy discussing my family. I was closest to my older brother, Aiden. He's 2 years older than me being the fine age of 23 years old. Our mother had left us and my father when I was a baby deciding she didn't want to be a mother to her kids or a girlfriend to her long time boyfriend, my dad, Liam. They never chose to get married since my birth giver didn't believe in marriage. Makes sense since she would be planning to leave us anyways. My dad was one of my biggest supporters in life and did everything he could to take care of Aiden and I. He travels a lot for work so we don't get to see him often.

I shook my head clearing my rambling thoughts of my family from my head and pushed my glasses up a little more onto the bridge of my nose so I can resume writing. A few hours later and half my essay written, there was a knock on my door. I still lived at home since home was close to campus and I didn't have to pay rent.

I already knew who was at the door and didn't bother getting up to open it because he just came in and only knocked to seem respectful of my privacy.

"Are you still doing homework? Can you be done already?" Aiden looked at me and around my desk to see my laptop still open and left on my essay. He came over by me and perched his ass on my desk, looking down at me.

I looked up at him in his deep blue eyes, blonde curly hair and beautiful golden skin tone. He has more of our mother's looks than our fathers. He'd clearly been spending time at the beach lately. He was pretty muscular and toned. A gym rat, of course. I've always admired his discipline to stay dedicated to the gym and his fitness. I did work out with him occasionally when I felt like it. I was toned myself but did not have nearly all the defined crevices he had on his muscles and abs.

"Actually, I was just about to take a break. You bored or something? Don't you have a party with Derek & Grayson?" I raised my eyebrows in a questionable look. I picked up my pen I had lying on my desk and started fiddling with it when I looked up at him again and stared into his eyes.

"Nah. I decided not to go out. I'm getting tired of the party scene. It gets boring after a while." He stared up at my ceiling, pondering his next thought. All of a sudden, he has a burst of excitement then looked down at me with his eyes beaming. "Let's go bowling!"

I looked at him Iike he was out of his mind. I am not sporty in any way and even though bowling isn't technically a sport but does take some serious wrist and hand-eye coordination, I am not one for that type of job. "You know I don't bowl. I don't even know how to roll a damn bowling ball correctly."

Aiden scoffed then threw his head back, laughing then looked at me. "Come on! That's the whole point of bowling is to have fun and make a fool of ourselves. Winning is just one of the perks. Plus I'm not taking 'No' for an answer because I've already booked a lane at The Pin Factory."

I rolled my eyes so far into my head that I'm sure I caught a glimpse of my brain because of course he would do that knowing I wouldn't deny him. "Jackass." I muttered under my breath, looking away and setting my pen down on my desk. Blowing out a breath, I threw my hands in the air and stood from my desk chair and walked over to my dresser to pull out a pair of jeans so I can change out of my sweats.

I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it in the hamper close to my door. As I started pushing my sweats down my legs, I felt Aiden's eyes on me. I ignored it. We've changed in front of each other before so I don't know why he was staring at me this time. Grabbing my clean jeans, I slid them up my legs and over my ass, buttoning them in place. I went to my closet and grabbed one of my random graphic band tees off of a hanger. I slid the shirt over my head and arms through the sleeves. I walked back to my dresser so I can make sure I put deodorant on. I was aware of Aiden watching my every move. Why was he being so weird?

"Let me just put my shoes on and we can go. Are you going wearing that?" I looked over my shoulder at him and he looked down at his clothes. He was wearing his workout shorts and a wife beater. I slid on my black vans and sprayed some cologne.

"No. I was planning on changing too. I'll be right back and meet you downstairs." Standing to his full height of 6 feet, he started walking towards the door and down the hall to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

I'm not going to lie. I'm actually looking forward to this even though it's bowling. I'm looking forward to being around Aiden. It's been a while since I've been busy with school and he's been busy with work and his friends. I miss him when he's not here. Growing up, we did everything together. Always attached at the hip. We rarely fight but when we do, it doesn't take long to get over it. He's always been there.

Taking a quick glance in the mirror, I tousled my wavy brown hair and adjusted my black framed glasses. I didn't necessarily need to wear them but I didn't feel like putting in my contacts. I grabbed my wallet, keys and phone and stuffed them in my pockets. Leaving my room, I closed the door and walked downstairs.

I heard Aiden's door open and close. I watched him come down the stairs wearing ripped blue jeans, a Sleeptoken hoodie and black converse. Clearly, we have very similar styles when he's not in his gym clothes. He wasn't even trying to look good but I had a feeling he would be bringing someone home tonight besides me. He never had trouble finding someone to get in his bed. Men or women, didn't matter.

"Ready?" Aiden smiled at me eyeing me up and down.

I nodded and we headed outside to his black jeep wrangler. He hopped in the drivers seat and myself in the passenger seat. The drive to The Pin Factory didn't take long. Only about fifteen minutes from our house. We unbuckled, exited the car and made our way into the building. Aiden went to the counter to get our lane number and then we headed to check out our shoes at the other counter.

Taking off our shoes and sliding our feet into our bowling shoes, all we had left was to pick a bowling ball. I picked a blue 12 pound ball and Aiden picked a purple 14 pound ball. Making our way to lane fourteen, we placed our bowling balls down in the ball return. Aiden typed our names in so they would appear on the screen then looked over at me with a smirk on his face. "Would you like me to put the bumpers on for you, Jace?"

I rolled my eyes yet again. "No, douchebag. I'm sure I can try without them." I shook my head and waited for him to finish. He was up first. Taking his purple ball, he took his place in front of the lane and adjusted his position to slide his ball at the right angle. Holding the ball in front of his face, he pulled his arm back and fired away automatically landing himself a strike. Show off. Turning around, he smiled at me and waved his arm in the direction of the lane signaling that it's my turn.

I took my place in front of the lane after grabbing my blue bowling ball. I stood in the center, holding the ball in front of my face and ready to take my shot. I pulled my arm back and let the ball go forward. It started leaning towards the right halfway down the lane. It hit one pin then went down the chute and back into the ball reserve. I heard Aiden snicker behind me.

"Let me help you. You're going to get this, bro." He told me as he handed me my ball. I took it in my hands and centered myself in front of the lane once again. Aiden stood behind me. "You want to look slightly above the bowling ball when you're about to throw it down the lane. Aim for your target which will obviously be the middle pin. Don't put too much strain on your arm. Relax, Jace."

Aiden placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged them for a minute to get me to relax. It helped for a minute. All of a sudden, I felt his left hand sliding down my body and lying on my left hip while his right hand mimicked the position of mine holding the ball. I felt his warm breath against my neck. Being 5'11, I wasn't that much shorter than him. My breath hitched and felt my body start to heat up. What was this reaction? Sure, it had been a while since I had some physical contact but reacting this way to my brother touching me was wrong. Wasn't it?

He squeezed my hip pulling my attention back to the present and then with his help of guiding my arm movement, I pulled my arm down and back and we released the ball to shoot forward. I seen it fire straight down the middle, finishing off the strike. I let out a deep breath and Aiden released me. Is it wrong that I already miss the heat of his body being so close to mine? God, I needed to get laid or something. This was not good. For a moment, I wondered if he felt it too.

"Just like that." He leaned in and whispered into my ear which had a seductive tone to it. I felt shivers down my spine.

Breaking the moment, I turned around to look at him then darted my eyes toward to food counter. "I'm going to order us some food. I'll be back." And possibly get myself out of this weird headspace I'm in while I'm at it. I shook my head as I walked towards the food counter. I ordered a medium pepperoni pizza and some buffalo wings.

Heading back to the lane while I waited for the food to be brought out, I seen it was my turn again. Aiden had finished his last turn splitting it in half by not making a complete strike this time. Shocker!

A while later, the food arrived and Aiden ordered us some beers. Aiden was in the lead so far but I was close behind. I was making progress. Maybe bowling isn't so bad after all but the best part is obviously the company. I can't seem to stop myself from looking over at Aiden though after that moment from earlier. I really shouldn't be looking at my brother like this. The way his lips land on his glass when he drinks his beer and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down when he swallows. His smile when he laughs feels like the sun beating down on your face when you're cold and it's warming you up like a warm blanket being wrapped around you. I feel like I'm getting a hot flash.

"Jace!" Aiden calls, snapping me from my current state of mind. My eyes snap up to his from his mouth. Did he catch me staring? God, I hope not.

"Yes? Sorry! I got distracted thinking about my homework." I curled my lips into my mouth and looked at him.

He shook his head. "It's fine, but you have the final turn. Go knock 'em down. Pun intended." He smirked and winked at me. I suddenly felt my throat dry. That should not have affected me the way it did. Why was that so hot?

Do it again.

I urged him to do it again in my head.

Standing up, I collected my ball from the ball reserve. Stood in the center in front of our lane and lined up my shot like he showed me earlier. I felt his gaze on me and that was making me nervous.

Focus

. I told myself. Pulling my arm back and flinging it forward, I let the ball drop to hardwood floor. The ball went down the middle and took out all pins.

Aiden stood up and clapped then walked over wrapping his left arm around my shoulder. I turned my gaze toward his hand that was hanging over me then moved my head to look at him. "That's what I'm talking about! You were only 2 points behind me. We'll call it a tie. Ready to head back home?" He said.

I nodded and we picked up all our trash, returned our bowling balls and shoes then headed out to the car. Getting inside, we buckled up and started heading for the house. We fell into a comfortable silence. Although the silence in my head was anything but. I wonder what it would feel like to have his hands touching my skin and his lips on mine or my neck. Ohhh, this isn't good. I was getting hard to thoughts of my brother. Touching me. Kissing me. What the fuck?

We pulled into the driveway and headed inside the house. Aiden looked around the house then asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I agreed and we settled onto the couch a few feet apart from each other; Aiden with his legs crossed and straight in front of him and me, sitting relaxed with my arm laying on the back of the couch. We both enjoyed action and comedy movies. Scrolling through the streaming catalogue, we decided on a new movie we'd never seen called

Explosive Chemistry

. I guess it was a romantic action story. We were about to find out.

Halfway through the movie, we reached a really hot scene between the main characters. The male character had the female character trapped between him and a wall. His breath fanning her face as he leaned in and kissed her with a passion you don't often see in real life which I guess is why this is a movie. That kiss brought me back to my earlier thoughts about Aiden. I looked over at him and he was deeply intrigued in the movie.

I was feeling like I wanted a snack so I got up from my seat and was about to head to the kitchen when I tripped over Aiden's feet. Aiden quickly grabbed my arm and hauled me into him on the couch before I face planted the floor. I'd never been so thankful for his quick instincts.

Breathing out a panting breath, I said, "I guess I wasn't looking where I was going. Sorry. I didn't hurt you, right?" I looked at him and he was already looking at me searching my face for... I don't know what he was looking for but his face had desire written all over it through his eyes. He looked at my eyes and then down at my lips. I swallowed because I knew what was coming. I could feel it.

Grabbing the back of my head with his hand, Aiden pushed his lips onto mine and I was frozen in time. Our lips molded together like they belonged together. After a moment when I didn't move, I gave in. I pulled on the collar of his hoodie and deepened our kiss. His tongue licked my bottom lip, requesting access into my mouth. I happily obliged and parted my lips for him. Our tongues moving together in tandem, him gripping on my hair at the back of my head. I moaned into his mouth. Fuck. Was this really happening? This is wrong. I need to pull back... but I can't. I don't want to.

We continued our make out session and after I don't know how long, we pulled apart. My eyes were still closed and our breathing was out of sorts. Finally, I opened my eyes and looked at Aiden. He was staring at me like he didn't understand what just happened. His brows were furrowed and he removed his hand from my neck.

"I'm so sorry, Jace. I don't know where that came from. I'm so sorry!" He shook his head and quickly hauled me off of his lap and running upstairs to his room. At least one of us was in somewhat the right mind. My dick though was not. I was hard. Dangerously hard and I needed to take care of this. I rubbed my hand against the bulge in my pants and then ran up to my room, closing the door.

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Authors note: If you'd like to read more of Aiden & Jace's story, please let me know. I'm happy to explore what this could mean for them and their future. Thank you for reading & I hope you enjoyed it this far!