Intro.
The room is dark, all except for the desk lamp sat close, and the light from the computer screen as it illuminates his face. His back is slightly hunched as he types away at his computer, the tapping of his fingertips as they hit the small buttons on the keyboard in front of him. He types a quick and simple, 'hi' to start the conversation before he sits back in his chair. Slowly, he stretches his arms and fingers out, like a kitten waking up from a long nap. He sits in his seat patiently and waits for a reply.
He wonders how easy it was for a young and naïve mind to tell a complete stranger such intimate details about his life. Details not even a friend or a brother would know. The idea scares him a little, but he reminds himself of a previous conversation, in which the younger boy had told him that he didn't just tell anyone these private things, these things he was able to discuss with the stranger on the other side of his computer screen.
The male couldn't quite remember why he had made the fake account. He assumed now, that it was out of curiosity and for the safety of his sibling. He wouldn't like to know that his brother was talking to creepers online, and since he was an anonymous person (though not completely) he found that his brother was quite an open person to those online.
He looks at the conversation box again, and sees that there is still no reply.
'What could he be doing in his room?' He wonders, tapping the edge of his desk before he notices the small italic font at the bottom of his conversation.
- Edmund is typing…
Warning; Rated M for adult themes and incest in continuing chapter.