Lemon

"I want to taste," I say, lowly.

Fuck why did I say that?

Pudding is looking up at me with confusion in his grey eyes. His beautiful eyes.

"You want to taste...what?" my brother asked slowly.

You

"What? Me?!" Pudding looked panicked.

Did I say that out loud?

"Yeah you did fucktard," Pudding was scowling at me.

"U-uh uhm I meant to say the dessert! I want to taste the dessert yeah uhm," I tried to save myself.

"Well I ate it all already, loser," Pudding grinned and started to lay back, seemingly about to nap.

Before he could fully lay down, I grabbed his face with both hands. He opened his eyes wide in shock. I had a split second to think and before Pudding could spew the inevitable curse my lips were on his.

I'm kissing him.

I'm kissing. My brother.

But for some reason, I don't care.

I tried to deepen the kiss but he started to push against my chest with his dainty hands.

I snatched both hands and held them above his head with one of mine.

I slowly trailed my free hand down his side, to his soft waist, then to the small of his back.

My movements made him let out a gasp. I took that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. My tongue slipping into his warm mouth. I let my tongue explore the sweetness on his tongue.

I got my taste alright. And it was delicious.

I guess Pudding decided enough was enough and brought his knee up sharply, catching me in the stomach. I released him and rolled over onto my back next to him. I heard him breathing heavily. Turning my head slightly, I took in the scene before me. A flushed Pudding who was letting out hot breaths. Face sweaty and lips swollen. A scowl painted on his pretty face but turmoil dancing in his grey eyes. But the icing on the cake. The thing that made me almost lose control again.

The little dark stain on the front of his slightly tented pants.

Suddenly, I've got another treat I want to taste.