Brotherly Advice

The handcrafted wooden drawer went 'slam' as Chris shut it forcefully. How did his brother find anything in this mess? Chris had often pondered his older sibling's method of organizing, or rather disorganizing his drawers. In his search so far, Chris had found shirts in three different drawers, socks shoved in corners and a variety of magazines he knew his mother would flip out over if she ever found them. The middle Halliwell child squatted down and opened the bottom drawer to find more shirts and socks crammed in.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wyatt called as he entered the room. Chris jumped, hitting his knee on the bottom of the drawer.

"Shit!" he cursed, rubbing his now-throbbing joint.

"Well…you going to give me an answer little brother or do I have beat it out of you?" Wyatt snapped. What was he so pissed about?

"What are you so fucking pissed about?" Chris muttered, standing, limping over to his own bed to sit down.

"I was just looking for something," he muttered.

"And that something would be?" Wyatt pressed.

"Condoms," Chris murmured, blushing.

"What for?"

"Oh I don't know. So I don't end up screwing myself over by having a family at fifteen," Chris shot.

"Little bro, let me give you some advice on the subject," Wyatt began.

"Condoms are overrated. Only pussies use condoms."

"You just called me a pussy you jerk!" Chris hissed.

"I can't help that. Anyways, you really don't need a condom," Wyatt countered. Chris merely raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, you've got magic. It's like its own protection. Trust me. Pen and I have been doing it for months and we've been baby free," Wyatt said, giving his baby brother a slap on the arm.

"Hello jackass. That's personal gain!" Chris yelled.

"Oh please. No one cares. Seriously trust me," Wyatt said, looking quite serious.

"Alright fine. But if it doesn't work, I'm going to kill you," Chris hissed as he got up and limped out of the room.

Wyatt turned to face the mirror and smiled. He knew Chris couldn't take him. And how could he be wrong. It worked for him. Why wouldn't it work for Chris? Wyatt's silent questioning was suddenly interrupted by an all-too familiar voice.

"Are you sure you're not gay?" Melinda asked, leaning against the door jam.

"Because I've never seen a guy stare at himself more in the mirror than you," she added.

"Fuck off!" Wyatt snapped, orbing a pillow at her.

"You're such a self-centered jerk," she accused before stomping of in her 13-year-old fashion back to her room.

That night, Wyatt watched from his window as Chris left the house with his girlfriend, Kenzie. He wasn't entirely sure he liked her but Piper had strictly forbidden him from intervening between her and Chris.

"So where do you want to go?" Kenzie asked as she pulled to a stop at a red light. Chris was always grateful she was able to drive.

"I don't care," Chris told her, taking in her slender build and soft black hair.

"Ok, how about we drive to the beach," she suggested and he nodded in the affirmative.

They drove in silence all the way to the beach. When they arrived, Chris gave Kenzie just enough time to park the car before he leaned over and kissed her. She pushed him away in shock.

"What's wrong?" he asked, moving closer.

"I just wasn't expecting that," she answered.

"Sorry."

"It's ok. Now that I know what's going on…" she trailed off as she leaned over and kissed him back. The two teens continued to make out, somehow threw themselves into the backseat. Chris began to undo the button and zipper on his pants when he felt Kenzie's hand on his.

"You have protection?" she asked.

"No. Look, we don't really need it. It's not like anything bad is going to happen," he told her.

"Chris I thought we agreed to be careful," she chided.

"We are. Trust me babe," Chris whispered against her cheek.

With a sigh she nodded and allowed him to resume the removal of his pants. She pulled up her skirt, letting him remove her panties. As he did so, he kissed her gently on the lips. She smiled back as she pulled down his boxers.

"You ready?" he asked. She nodded and he slid between her legs.

Kenzie gasped as he filled her. She had to give him credit; he was really good in bed. He set a slow pace at first, like he always did. Another thing she could always count on was Chris was predictable. He had his methods and he stuck by them. She closed her eyes as her body prepared her for an orgasm. She was so close, just one more second. She arched her back in pleasure as a sweet sensation ran through her. Soon after, she felt Chris release inside of her. It felt different, without the barrier between them. She prayed that everything would be alright.

"I love you," Chris gasped against her cheek. She could feel sweat dripping down her face.

"I love you too baby," she answered, running a hand through his hair. He was just as sweaty.

The pair lay in the backseat of Kenzie's car for an hour, staring at the mixture of stars and streetlights. It always made an interesting combination. Chris longed during these moments to orb her to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge, as Wyatt had done the year before to expose Pen to magic. But Chris wasn't ready to reveal his secret just yet. He wasn't as reckless as his older brother. To be honest, being the younger sibling to the Twice Blessed Child was no picnic. Chris still remembered Wyatt taunting him when they were younger that he had more powers. Of course, the pompous jerk was right.

"Chris?" Kenzie murmured, drawing him back to the present.

"Huh?"

"We need to go. It's almost 10:30 and you know your Mom is going to be bitchy when you're home past curfew," she said, trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile.

"Shit…yeah guess we should," he groaned. He quickly pulled his boxers and pants up, tossing himself over the backs of the seats into the passenger side.

The drive back to the Halliwell Manor was as quiet as the previous one. Chris climbed out then leaned back in to kiss her one more time before bidding her goodnight. Chris opened the front door and closed it as quietly as he could but it did him no good. He was standing face to face with a very ticked off looking Piper.

"Christopher, what have I told you about dating on school nights?" she asked crossly.

"We just…lost track of time," Chris tried. She was fixing him with her signature 'don't bullshit me' stare.

"Home by ten o'clock," he muttered, casting his gaze to the floor.

"And what time is it?" He looked at his watch.

"Ten forty two."

"You're grounded for the next two weeks. No dates, no TV and no phone," she snapped, pointing to the stairs, signaling he could go.

"So what happened?" Wyatt asked as soon as Chris shut the door.

"I'm grounded," Chris moaned, tossing himself at his bed.

"Whatever. I meant how'd it go?"

"Fine I guess. Look, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep," Chris muttered, climbing under the blankets.

"She wore you out," Wyatt snickered more to himself than his little brother.

"Fuck you," Chris grumbled from beneath his mound of pillows.

The next two weeks passed rather uneventfully, except for Wyatt flaunting the fact that he could still go out. The brothers had exchanged very crude words many times and this time was no different.

"Would you stop being a complete jackass?" Chris shouted down the stairs after his brother.

"Well if you didn't take like an hour to get off, you wouldn't be in trouble," Wyatt shot back.

"Yeah, well you probably have to use magic just to get it up," Chris countered.

"Guys that's enough!" Leo bellowed, coming into view.

"He started it," Wyatt muttered with a shrug.

"Whatever. All he cares about is his ego. I'm surprised you can stand up straight and walk without falling over it's so huge," Chris growled.

"Chris, your grounding ends today. Don't give me a reason to reinstate it," Leo ordered.

"You always take his side!" Chris whined before storming into the kitchen.

"That's because I'm always right," Wyatt shot after him.

"Wyatt, do you always have to have the last word?" Leo asked, giving his first-born a stern look.

"What did I do? Is it my fault he doesn't know how to keep track of time?"

"Another insult to your brother and you're grounded," Leo stated firmly. He disappeared into the kitchen.

"Going to wipe the little cry baby's nose," he muttered darkly to himself before orbing out of the house.

"Son," Leo began.

"I get it. He's the favorite. It's not hard to figure out," Chris muttered into his can of soda.

"Chris, I don't always take his side. I just don't understand your constant need to nag each other," Leo explained.

Just the phone rang. As Leo got up to get it, the ringing stopped. He and Chris exchanged suspicious looks. Piper walked in, the phone from the study propped on her shoulder.

"It's for you. Kenzie" Piper announced, handing the phone to her son.

"Hello?" Chris spoke into the receiver.

"Chris. Is your grounding over?" Kenzie asked, her voice carrying a very anxious quality in it.

"Mom, is my grounding done? Kenz sounds upset," Chris asked of his mother.

"Yeah. Why? Is something wrong?"

"I just need to see you."

"Where are you?"

"School…the front steps."

"I'll be there as soon as I can," Chris said before hanging up.

"Mom, can I orb to school. It sounds really important," he begged.

"Just make sure no one sees you." With that the second eldest Halliwell disappeared in a mass of blue and white.