My First Time
Chapter Two
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"Psst…Sora…Can you wake up please?"
I grumble something about monkeys and groggily open my eyes and turn around to face the beckoning voice. "What's wrong, Roxy?"
"I can't sleep."
I look over to our alarm clock. It's two o'clock in the morning. "How come?"
He blushes and leans closer to me to whisper in my ear, "My boxers are tight." I chuckle lightly and told him to do something about it. "But I can't, So-ra. Can you help me please?"
"What do you expect me to do about it?"
"I want you to touch me," he quietly whispers.
"I can't," I softly speak, "Squall said that he'd separate us if he found out." I pull the blanket further up over my shoulder and close my eyes. I want to touch him, I do. But I know that if I do, I might hurt him and just like Squall said, he wouldn't understand. He is much too naïve.
He pouts at me, before pulling down the blanket and turning me towards him. Once I am on my back, he straddles me. His boldness surprised me. "So-ra. Screw them. I need you. I thought you loved me."
"I do love you, Roxas," I say, "But we aren't old enough for this yet. We need to wait. I'm not ready for this. Get off of me," I grumble. "Besides, we just had our first kiss. I think we need to take this a little bit slower."
Roxas looks at me with hurt shining in his eyes. He doesn't understand my rejection of him, I can tell. "Fine, Sora. If that is what you want. I'll go sleep with Squall and Cloud." He walks away from me, taking his pillow with him.
"Roxy. Please, don't leave me. I'll…I'll do it, okay? I just don't want to hurt you. My angel, please understand."
He looks at me, and I am unsure of what he will do. "I don't want you to show me you love me because you feel bad, Sora. I want you to do it because you want to."
I sigh, and get on my knees, facing him. "Roxy, I want to, I do…but Squall…. I can't live without you. I don't want to be separated from you."
"Squall has already checked on us for the night, so he won't bother us." Roxas drops the pillow he is holding, and walks swiftly towards me. "Sora, please. It hurts, and I know only you can make it alright."
I gulp, and throw caution to the wind. I get off the bed and go to my baby brother, taking his soft, round face in my hands. "If we do this, you can't tell anyone. They won't understand."
"M'kay," he happily nods his head. "I promise."
I press my lips to his and immediately pull away. "You know, Roxas. I can't. I'm just not ready for anything more than kissing. I'm sorry." With that said, I leave our bedroom, taking my pillow with me, and find myself on our cold leather couch. I can't do anything dirty yet. Squall is right. I…I'm just not old enough. Kisses are one thing, but anything more than that is a completely new ball field that I just am not ready for.
I hear Squall and Cloud's door open again and begin to worry. This is going to look really bad…
Cloud is the one who comes out to see what is wrong. "Sora, are you alright? Did something happen?"
He is worried about me, I think quietly to myself. I give my other father a reassuring smile. "Nope, not really. Roxas seemed a bit warm, and I don't want to get sick, so I came out here. I'm a little space heater, too, so me sleeping somewhere else can only be for the best, don't you think?" I lied smoothly.
Cloud seems to agree with me. "Yeah, probably for the best. Do you want to sleep with Squall and me? This couch isn't very comfortable, and this room gets drafty."
I chuckle, and shake my head. I needed the space to cool off and get over the shame that burned brightly in my stomach. "No thanks. I think I'll be fine out here."
Cloud smiles at me and nods. "Alrighty, but if you need anything, just come and ask. Love ya, kid. Sleep well."
I don't though. I can't even fall asleep, even after an hour and a half of lying here, thinking about how I left Roxas like I did, I probably made him cry. I hate seeing Roxas cry. I hate having him upset with me. Every time I anger him or upset him, I can really feel that empty void in my heart. It makes me aware that it's there…And, I hate feeling like that.
My feet lightly touch the floor as I tiptoe down the hall toward Squall and Cloud's room. I need to talk to Squall. I can't sleep and he understands how I feel and maybe he can help Roxas understand too. But then again…Roxas will probably put up his naïve façade he puts on for our parents. I know that he's read a few of Squall's books too.
As I near their door, I can hear sounds coming from within. Soft gasps, guttural moans, creaking springs of a well-used bed. I know what they are doing, and I don't want to interrupt them. Instead, I move towards the room I share with Roxy. It can't hurt to peek in on him, make sure that he isn't hurting too bad.
What I see as I open the door shocks me. Roxas is kneeling on our bed, body facing slightly away from where I am standing. His boxer shorts are down around his knees, and his small hand is fisted around his straining erection. He is pumping it lightly, gasping softly as his hand nears the head. I can feel the heat of arousal curl in my gut, and I know that I will have a similar problem soon.
As I watch my sweet little angel, he falls back on the bed, never once letting his hand leave his erection. My mouth waters at the sight. I must have gasped, because Roxy looks in my direction and gives me the sweetest, yet most devious smile I have ever seen. He angles himself towards me and pulls on his erection more insistently. It only takes him a few minutes to begin panting loudly.
I slip into the room, closing the door behind me, afraid that our parents will hear. I hear a loud moan come from their room and realize my fears are unfounded. They are far too busy to notice anything we do. Even though I feel comfortable watching my little brother bring himself to completion, I know that I can't act on my feelings for him. I must only watch.
"Sora…Why don't you come over here and lay next to me?"
I bite my lip and do as I am asked. "I'm not going to do anything though," I firmly declare, sitting down on the bed next to him. A small smirk forms on my face and I lay down, facing him. I watch my angel work himself and find my hand down my own boxers.
"What are you doing, Sora?" he breathlessly asks me.
"Getting hard," I reply.
"Wh-Why…Oh God…I'm…I'm going…."
I watch as white semen shoots up a few inches into the air and want nothing more than to lap it all up off of his body. I resist temptation. "Why, you ask?"
He lethargically nods, "Yeah…"
"Because I want to know who's bigger."