It was so wrong.
It was beyond wrong, but both of them had stopped caring.
Joe shoved Nick back onto the bed, causing the bed to squeak and bounce. He grinned, shyness still present in his eyes, even though they had done this countless times before. Joe crashed his lips into his brothers, hungrily sliding his tongue into his mouth. Nick gasped, then moaned. He pressed his palms against his brothers chest.
Once, the cold sensation of shame would have been present in Joe's shoulders.
But not anymore.
At some point the line between the platonic love of siblings and something more had been blurred. Horribly blurred. Neither of them could remember how it had started; it seemed that it had always been this way. Sneaking kisses when no one was looking, having fast, desperate sex wherever they could. They both knew it was wrong. They were siblings. But they had continued, and nothing had stopped them.
And they weren't sure they could stop on their own.
Joe ripped at Nick's zippered V-neck shirt. He let him do as he pleased, gazing up at him lovingly, Joe's face shadowed and hard to make out in the dim light of the room. Joe and Kevin were the only people he had, the only ones he could depend on. It only seemed natural to do this with Joe. He loved him, after all.
He tried not to think about what would happen to them if people found out.
He tried not to think about what their parents would have said, had they known.
He tried not to think about Kevin, who was in the next room.
When they were a little younger, it had been easy enough to get some privacy. They just made up an excuse and he had unquestioningly obeyed. Then, gradually, he had figured out what they were doing. They weren't exactly quiet in their lovemaking, and they always came back with their clothes askew, flustered and out of breath. Now that Kevin understood the horrible things his younger siblings were doing, it became difficult to just ask him to leave. He would regard them with a wide, almost accusing stare. A stare that stabbed into Nick every time he saw it. But Kevin always left without protest, leaving them to repeat their past mistakes.
Joe had managed to rip off Nick's shirt, revealing his toned chest. He ran his thumb over Nick's nipple, and he arched his back, pressing into Joe's hand. He gasped Joe's name. He grinned slightly, leaning down to run his tongue across his chest, eliciting moans from Nick.
They didn't have much time. Joe didn't even bother to remove much more of their clothes; he simply lifted shoved Nick's pants down and pumped quickly in and out of him. Nick clutched the sheets beneath his back as he thrust into him, making the bed creak. When they were done they lay in a heap on the bed, sweaty and panting.
It was so wrong. But it didn't seem to matter anymore.