Knock. Knock. At Cameron’s door, Two deliberate bangs with an approximate five second interval. “what’s that sound? Cameron stirred a little, closing his eyes tighter. He was dreaming he decided until the door swung open dragging reality with it. He sprung up to hide the left side of the bed, but it was empty. Did it happen? What is happening, suddenly anger took over. “who the-” Seth? There was so much he wanted to say: I’m sorry. Are you okay? I didn’t mean to. Why do you want to see me again? I’m glad you came. Hello. But none of that occurred instead he simply stared or rather glared without fully realizing it.

“My apologizes. Your sisters, Lady Elizebeth and Gabriella told me to inform you of the afternoon’s dinner guest and then to ask what color will you wear? But if I have interrupted.” Seth’s eyes lingered downward where Cameron’s eyes followed and to his surprise and dismay, he was uncovered, unclothed laying in soiled sheets, hand still covering his cock. Was is all a dream? Humiliated he quickly covered himself with a handful of sheets. “no. no Seth …it’s not.” Why did he feel need to explain himself and to Seth of all people? Seth smiled and waved it away. “Seth please,” he got up. “please believe me.” Cameron tripped over sheets cupping his foot, pinning Seth against eh wall.

Cameron could feel the heat radiating off Seth. He was blushing. Cameron wanted to move, he wanted to apologize again. Tell him they’re equals, brother even. He wanted to sink into the ground lowering his head until he could no longer, but once again his thoughts in actions did not align.

Were as he wanted to apologize, he said, “this is your fault” Cameron took his free hand and forced Seth to look at him. “Why do you look so feminine. Why this hair? Why are you so weak? I could do whatever I want, and you wouldn’t stop me.” He belted nearly screaming before forcing a hard kiss on Seth. “this is your fault he repeated over and over.” Until his face was damp. Seth was crying. But this Cameron at this moment didn’t not care and went to take off Seth’s pants.

“would you get your hands off me.” Cameron froze in his place. This voice was Seth’s, but more thick, mature. He looked up to find green eyes with red pupils looking down at him almost bored. “oh…. little Cameron. I remember you, but I don’t feel like playing so RELEASE ME.”

As if a marionette, not full in control of his own limbs he let go of Seth and backed away. He looked eye with Seth. Was he taller? The lines in his face more defined, cleaner, edger, Seth, but not. The most unnerving was his eyes. They were surreal. He only watched his eyes as Seth pocketed his hands and stretched his whole back getting adjusted to the extra disc throughout his spine. “Well bye, little brother.”