Hi levyruth18! Thanks for the hug :) Making you happy is making me happy, and so, now, I can't stop!

For those of you that are also reading my other current story, I'm still working on it, I swear! Next chapter is all written, just needs a re-read before posting.

This one is so long. I guess a lot can happen in a day... I hope you'll enjoy!

Day 6.

"Ye want to come to my flat?"

She had hesitated to come out here at all. The heavy rain had intensified in the night. She wasn't sure if he would be there today, and she didn't even know where they should meet if that was the case. However, after her aunt had started the fifth petty fight with her husband in the last few hours plus criticized her outfit and idleness as much times, she'd decided wandering outside under the rainfall was the best alternative.

He was leaning on the side of the same porch where she'd left him the day before, sipping on a steaming coffee. She tried to sneak up and get back at him for startling her the previous days, but he didn't even stir. He just handed her the other cup he was holding, a smirk plastered on his features, mocking her attempt.

"Me twat of a little brother's at work. And I've got beer there if ye don't like coffee."

"Coffee's fine. Thanks!"

"Though I was thinking ye wouldn't like to share the sort of conversation we've got going in a crowded coffee place." His smile had already turned saucy.

"So you thought I would agree to follow you to your place? You think I'm that easy, mister?"

He chuckled. "I just thought it'd be dry."

"I think you thought something else. You thought that just because you've been sweet-talking me all week, I was going to fall into your arms, right?"

He leaned back to watch her, trying to decipher to which extent she was kidding.

She took a step forward and stood on her toes once again, although, since he wasn't meeting her halfway, she could barely reach his chin. So, her nose grazed the side of his neck to get closer to his ear and whisper.

"Maybe you thought I would do just what you suggested and straddle you on your couch, right?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Maybe…"

"You never thought I'd want to get back at you for yesterday? I mean, you surely couldn't have thought that, just because you got blue balls then, I would get down on my knees and unbuckle your belt right here, for example."

He nervously huffed. "Wouldn't dream of it."

And since she had spent most of her night fantasizing about it, the racy words came out more easily than she would have thought:

"Really? Not that I would open the buttons of your jeans, zip down your fly, nuzzle and stroke the front of your underwear before I'd take your hard dick out and expose it to the cold air and to the rest of the world, that'd never cross your mind."

His eyelids had become heavier already, his dark pupils so wide it clouded his blue irises. People were walking on the sidewalk right behind them, but the sound of the downpour covered her voice, leaving it only for him. His breath quickened, and as she closed the gap between them, nestling against his torso, she could feel his heartbeat had too.

"Hmm…" is the only thing he answered now.

She removed the coffee he'd almost spilled from his unsteady hand, and left it with hers on the nearby windowsill.

"Because I'd never blow you right here in the streets. I'm not one to shock the good citizens of Boston, now, am I? Even if I licked it all shiny and caressed your balls, I'd never go all the way. I'd never take you whole in my mouth, sucking you up, pumping until you can barely stand on your legs anymore."

"Hmph…"

"I wouldn't want to put you in that position where you can't help moaning and begging me to finish you off in front of all the staring passersby. Neither would I keep going through your cries of pleasure as you can't help but come right into the back of my throat. So hard. And so loud…"

"Holy Christ…"

"But if I did, I'd make sure not to let a drop of your cum fall onto the ground. I would be forced to swallow it all and lick the whole of you clean, right?"

A shiver ran through him, and as he shifted, she felt the bulge in his pants press against her. He let out a low grunt that made her giddy. His head had lowered, unconsciously leaning into her words until the sides of their heads bumped slightly.

"Will ye fucking kiss me, girl?"

"I thought, after that, maybe you would." She winked, letting him know she was teasing him on purpose. "Right. Except you said you wouldn't."

"Jesus, if I hadn't said that, ye'd already be up against that wall, lassie."

"But you're a man of your word, though."

"I fucking hate myself for it right now, but hell if I'm not…"

"And what if I decided I want to make you lie? Maybe I'm the one that'll make you lose your cool, won't I?"

That sufficed to spark on his competitive side: "Ye'd wish." He immediately swallowed hard and straightened up, trying to regain his composure with a confident smirk, though his breath was still ragged, his cheek still flushed red, and his eyes still dark.

"Even if I say you can?" She batted her eyelid like a cartoon character, making him chuckle, then pursed her lips, making him stare at them with so much intent, she truly thought he'd concede defeat. Expecting it in eager anticipation.

However, forced his eyes back up to hers, exerting all of his willpower, so that he could proudly sneer: "No way, lass. Ye're the one that'll cave. I won't have it any other way." He was obviously having as much fun with this as she did, despite the frustration.

"Oh, you won't?" Her voice had turned so sultry she didn't recognize it.

She flattened her whole body tighter against his. Her own pulsating parts hard-pressed against his rock-like groin. Her lips came to nip languidly at the line of his jaw, making his eyes shut as he inhaled sharply.

She was teasing him to the brink of sanity and even she wondered if she wasn't being cruel. But the sheer excitement in his eyes was enough to inform her that he was all in. And in any way, she wouldn't last much longer herself. The sole idea of feeling his lips against hers made her tremble and ache. The rush of exhilaration when she stood on her toes to level her mouth with his was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. And he leaned almost imperceptibly in, just enough so that their lips ghosted over one another while their shuddering breath mixed. Neither yielding to the other yet. But soon…

"Hem. Excuse me?"

Right. They were still on a porch, and a stiff old man was trying to get inside the building. He visibly sighed in exasperation before they awkwardly stepped to the sides and let him through.

Thus, they were left to lean back on each flank of the entryway, observing each other a little warily now. He took a deep breath, attempting to deflate his own arousal.

"So what are yer plans, lass, now that ye've effectively taken yer revenge?"

It was still raining heavily. And it would have been ridiculous to remain out here.

"I guess a beer could be nice." She smiled, taking a sip of her now tepid coffee.

His grin widened. But it was full of childish joy instead of the lascivious leer she might have feared.

"Just one," she still clarified. "Don't think you're gonna get me all drunk so I'll lower my guard!" She stuck her tongue out, taunting him.

"Hey, you're the one trying to force me out of my righteous path, succubus!"

"I'll prove to you, you're weaker than your arrogant ass might think."

"And I'll prove to ye, ye're way more libidinous than the little prudish front ye put up."

The game was on.

He firmly took her hand to lead her back under the downfall. She had made sure to wear a raincoat today, while he had only donned a pea coat with the collar upturned. So, he quickly got soaked before they arrived at the bottom of an old five-story red-brick building. The neighborhood was less than agreeable, and she squeezed his hand a little harder as they passed the few junkies that had gathered in the lobby to also escape the weather.

"They're not that bad or we wouldn't let them stay," he muttered to comfort her while they waited for the elevator. She rubbed his arms to warm him up, biting her lips as she watched the little drops of water trickling down from the strands of his hair. "There are mostly squats on the first floor, but nice people live upstairs, families and a little old lady. We make sure they're left alone."

She frowned. What kind of life were these brothers living? She grazed the 'Æquitas' tattoo on his forefinger.

"Are you guys cops or something? All about justice?"

He laughed. "Definitely not! The way I see it, cops are supposed to keep the peace. Sometimes at the expense of justice. Most of the time if ye ask me. So, other people need to care about justice."

"Like how?" She usually didn't allow any kind of violence in her life.

They entered the elevator, which seemed to be a factory hoist. And she realized that if the first floor was squatted apartments, this might not be the most legal housing, even in upper levels.

He leaned into her and whispered: "Like I'm going to seek justice for the trick ye pulled out there."

She giggled despite herself. "Well, I was the one upholding justice for yesterday. See, that's the problem when you mistake justice for revenge, you end up in a vicious cycle."

His arms snaked around her, and her shoulder blades hit the side of the sluggishly ascending cabin. Then, he murmured in between soft grazes on the outline of her dainty ear.

"I don't think I'd mind that much, would ye?"

"Hm… Depends on how vicious you can get."

"I guess I'm aiming for depravity."

She laughed and that made his heart flutter. It definitely skipped a beat when she pushed him back and rotated them, so it was his turn to be pressed against the side of the hoist. He'd been surprised -and delighted- enough to let her. Her nose buried itself in the crook of his neck, basking in the luscious scent of him, raising goosebumps on his skin.

His whole body was burning to touch her, and his hands couldn't help but seek any patch of skin at the hem of her dripping clothes.

"I agree that there isn't enough depravity in my life," she breathed out, raising her head to peer at him with heavy eyelids and he gulped.

Her mouth remained open, panting, so close to his; a tumble of the lift made his forehead bump on hers. So frigging close. He licked his own lips and that was enough to slightly brush hers. He felt her shiver from head to toes. He had to close his eyes to focus and not lose his mind right there, while they arrived at the fifth floor.

And the door had almost time to shut back up. He didn't want to pull away, though he figured that letting the thing going back downstairs with them fooling around inside wasn't a good idea.

Still, he allowed himself to grind once against her, desperate for a little friction, before he released her from his hold. She gasped at the sensation. His fingers involuntarily tremored, descending on the side of her butt as he had let his hand trail back, thinking she'd take it. And the soft moan that elicited was urging him to keep going.

They had barely made it out of the hoist before he turned back, his mind fixed on screwing her against the wall, right here in the hallway. The strain on his throbbing parts, the lack of concrete relief, not even the sweet taste of her lips, was slowly making him lose his mind. She was stuck between his own body and the concrete wall before he could even think of being gentle.

"Christ lass, I think I'm about done…"

But she didn't answer and, when he rubbed his hard wood between her legs, he felt her involuntarily tense. So, he winced. He'd told her he wouldn't even try. He'd told her he'd wait. Even though she was inciting him now, he suddenly got scared she might regret it. He wasn't afraid he wouldn't be able to make her come. It seemed a given that it wouldn't be a problem now. But he thought that going too fast might cause her to clam up. Especially since, if he still had some speck of self-control right now, he might not be able to get this kind of perspective after a few more minutes of this.

He broke away to try and bring a little more oxygen to his brain, finding himself panting an inch from her dark red and shiny, enticing lips.

"Ye want to get inside?"

Once again, he felt her body stiffen, and she hesitated. Damn, she was having second thoughts, and he cursed the pieces of shit that had pushed her too far before him. So, he clarified:

"It's not like I'm going to go any further than this, remember? I'm incorruptible, lassie. Yer good looks and puppy eyes won't sway me. Ye'll break way before I do."

The relieved sigh she tried to conceal and the beaming smile she offered him were rewarding enough. Or almost enough. He wondered if he couldn't die from septicemia or something, seeing how constricted he was in his usually loose jeans.

"What else were you planning on doing in there, then?" she inquired mockingly.

"I thought maybe I could finally model for ye properly, ye know."

She chuckled with a nice blush, that even her dark-tone skin couldn't mask, spreading on her already ruby cheeks. "Well, I didn't bring any supplies, didn't want to get them wet."

He gave her a pointed look at the obvious lewd jokes she practically baited him to answer, and she playfully slapped his shoulder. Then kissed the spot she'd hit immediately, to make it better. He swallowed a grin.

"I'm sure I can find ye a paper and a pen. Come on in, ye naughty wench."

She snorted and followed him. When they stepped inside the shabby loft, he strode to the fridge to offer her a beer before she could think of running away. He knew how girls often criticized the place and even sometimes refused to stay. He hated that; it wasn't a palace, but it was home. So, he peered in her eyes for the verdict as he handed her the uncapped bottle. She'd flinched, but kept her mouth shut.

"Ye can say it, lassie; it's a fucking hole."

She only took a sip of her beer, while contemplating the bare room. "Which one is your brother's bed?"

He sneered. "It's this one here, stalker."

She answered by sticking out her tongue at him while shrugging off her coat. "Paper and a pen, you said."

He smiled at her demanding tone, savoring the tingles it provoked in his aroused member, and he fetched a ballpoint pen with some sheets of notepaper from a drawer.

"Who are you writing letters to?" she snickered as she accepted them.

"Our Ma," he answered with a shrug, and nothing of the embarrassment most guys showed when expressing fondness for their mother. "But now, we managed to get the phone connected, so we don't need it anymore."

She snatched an old magazine lying around to use it as support and sat on Connor's mattresses, still observing her surroundings. The open toilets, the shower heads on the wall. "So, you wash yourselves in front of each other, undress in front of each other, sleep next to each other… How do you even stifle your…desire?"

He chewed on his lips for a moment, sipping on his own beer. "Well, no wonder I'm so horny," he answered while fiddling with the front of his pants to try and rearrange his still half-hard package.

She gave him a lopsided smile, then gestured for the other bed in front of her. "Right. Sit down."

"Who said ye get to boss me around?" He grinned as well.

"Shut up, model! I didn't say you were allowed to speak. Sit your ass down and remove your top. It's soaking wet, you're going to catch a cold."

"Aye, ma'am."

She'd never given orders to anyone before, and she felt a rush of excitement when he complied, tugging the shirt above his head. Then even more when she got to contemplate his bare torso, not even three feet away from her. It was broader than the other kids their age. It was muscular but not as if he tried. And it sported a large bruise on his right pec, above another tattoo.

"What happened there?"

"Just a stupid bar fight. Some people can't be settled down with nice words. Lord knows we try though." He explained while starting to remove the rosary from around his neck.

"Wait. Keep that."

He hesitated. "Ye're going to get me sent straight to hell, ye know that, girl…"

"Right. I bet you don't remove it before fighting; how is it not worse? Jesus said 'love each other', didn't he?"

"Touché. Now what?"

She bit her lips, watching the dark wooden cross dangle on his fair abs for a second before she only found the strength to whisper: "Now, open your jeans, and touch yourself. You seemed to be in dire need of a release…" It was easier when she acted the artist's part. She could even pretend it was a professional demand. She tried to focus on her project.

Though she had time to witness his eyes immediately darkening. If he'd been in the process of softening before, he got all too ready once again. "Aye, ma'am."

She began outlining his shape on the paper when he slowly opened the buttons of his pants. His blue eyes were practically boring holes into her while she glimpsed at him ever-so often to get her portrayal right. She was biting her tongue as her focus intensified the moment he got his penis out. Swallowing hard. She had never taken the time to watch one as closely. And, damn, she was liking what she was seeing.

It was so engorged she could decipher little veins on the sides. It was almost crimson with the amount of pressure inside. When he pulled down the uncircumcised foreskin, and completely uncovered its head, it was swollen and leaking already. Her breath caught in her throat. She could feel her nipples hardened and tender against the fabric of her own shirt. She could feel her own vagina throb, as if it was meant to welcome this surreal and glorious display inside it.

He leaned back on one arm while his inked hand started working himself off. Never letting her out of his sight, forgetting to blink. After a first moment of stupefaction, her breathing started again, albeit quivery, her hand trembled sometimes, but it didn't stop her from tracing line after line dutifully. He wondered why the fact that she was recording what he was doing was making it all the more thrilling. It made him struggle not to finish too quickly.

"How's that doing it for ye, lass?" he asked breathlessly.

She chuckled awkwardly, battling to take her eyes off his rapidly stroking fingers, her own mouth watering. "You're very distracting," she admitted.

"Want to come here, give me a hand?" he essentially moaned.

She shivered. Part of her was dying to, but another part was enjoying the show too much. How his hand moved up and down his ruddy member. How his muscles tightened with the motions. How the holy cross was bouncing on his stomach. She smirked as she got another idea:

"Wouldn't you prefer if your brother walked in?"

He groaned in response.

"If he came to kneel before you. Maybe lean in to give you more than a hand. A little lick, perhaps."

"Holy hell…"

He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore and his head fell back. The image she invoked vivid. His movement became so frantic she wondered how he could keep the rhythm. It raised goosebumps all over her skin, and little sparks of pleasure fired low between her own legs. Just from watching him. She still got the presence to hastily sketch him in this lascivious position. The ecstatic look of his bewitching features. God, it was all she could do not to reach into her own pants and satisfy the powerful craving she'd never felt so strongly.

"Wouldn't you like to feel his tongue?" Her voice had dropped at least an octave as she continued to spur him for her own pleasure also. "His lips close around you, or maybe both of ours? I'm sure if he and I combined our effort, we could make you come harder than you ever have before…"

He growled loud as his imagination was sent into a frenzy.

And that's the moment the door slammed open.

She jumped out of her skin, turning to watch Connor stop dead in his track while his brother discharged with a roar, splashing his semen on the furniture.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Murphy! You're fucking nasty, ye know that?"

The Murphy in question fell back on his mattress, with a long blissful sigh, and not a care in the world.

"It's for the sake of art, brother!" he dreamily exclaimed, his voice croaky. "And ye're fucking early." It seemed like he couldn't have cared to feel even a little bashful about the current situation, even if he'd tried. He was too spent. And even if he'd blushed, he was already glowing anyway.

"Aye, the shop got flooded, so they had to close up for the day. Sorry, lassie, I can come back later. That is, if ye don't mind me leaving ye alone with that freak…"

She opened and closed her mouth a few times, still trying to find a proper way to react to the uncanny position she suddenly found herself in, before she managed to articulate:

"Hum… Well… I guess we were done…"

"Really? Christ, Murph', I've known ye to treat the ladies with a little more care!"

"Ye don't get it, ye fucking dimwit, we're not screwing, we're doing art. Show him!" he prompted her while buttoning his pants back up.

She frenetically shook her head. No frigging way. "I should get going."

"C'mere, girl, don't turn shy now, just because of…" Murphy let his sentence trail off, gesturing at his brother with his chin.

After those words, Connor watched the two exchange only pointed looks, raised eyebrows, and conniving smiles. He frowned. That stirred a strange, unpleasant sensation inside of him, that he wasn't familiar with. When his brother was involved, he'd never felt left out before. Even with a chick present.

"So, won't ye introduce me to the lady, ye fucking oaf?"

"Sure! This is-…" There, his brother stopped, his head snapped back to the lass with his eyes wide, and they both burst in a concert of laughter that still left Connor clueless.

This time, however, the girl turned back to him, cutting this peculiar unease short. She extended a hand:

"My name is Kaiah. Nice to meet you."

"Kaiah…" he heard his brother amusedly try out on his tongue.

Thus, Connor didn't shake her hand but took it delicately in his, more like a caress. Her dark skin was soft and her fingers so delicate it made him unconsciously lick his lips. Being charming and disarming was a situation he had better control on. And her irrepressible smile made it worthwhile.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl-"

"With a dirty mind…" his brother finished, so once again the two shared a silent argument with only their eyes that made him slightly grit his teeth.

"I'm Connor, by the way. And the bum over there is my little brother Murphy, in case that fuckwit didn't tell ye either."

"Thank you, Connor." She emphatically said, while Murphy went up to wash his hands. "Funny though, he kind of implied you were the youngest…"

"Well, he's a fucking liar in addition to being a bad-mannered tosser, then."

"Oh, shut up! It's not like ye know that for sure!"

She was finally the one scrunching up her face in confusion. Connor liked that better. First, it looked cute on her, and second, that's the way things were supposed to be.

"Wait, how could you guys not know?"

"I do know. Ma told me it was me." Connor smirked, lighting up a cigarette.

"For the hundredth time, she said the same thing to me, ye fuckin eejit!"

"Come on, she only said that to ye so ye would stop whining, tyke." That was how he preferred it, some good old brotherly banter that left a nice girl speechless. "Anyway, I'm going to McGinty's, if ye want to join me for drinks later."

"Aye, sure. We'll be right up," Murphy answered automatically, passing his head through his shirt's collar and springing his arms through the sleeves at once, making the two others smile at his unique technique.

"Hum… I'll leave you guys to it," Kaiah stated then.

"What? Why? Because I put my clothes back on, ye don't want to hang out anymore?" he mocked-complained, and she slapped him on the shoulder once again.

"It's just that, I'm guessing it's a pub, right? I can't legally go in… But I wouldn't want to stop you two from enjoying yourselves!"

She knew Murphy had deplored not seeing his brother enough these days. She tried to convey that to him with only a discreet motion of her head toward Connor, but she read on his features that he still didn't want her to leave.

"Doc won't mind. It's not like he's the kind to card ye-" Murphy started.

"Still, that's not worth the risk," she stated matter-of-factly.

So, she took her raincoat before going for the door.

"Wait," Connor uttered in a strain voice, pinching the bridge of his nose with exasperation. "Tell me ye're at least eighteen, lass, or I'll need to fucking punch my brother in the face."

"And I'll need to report ye!" Murphy jokingly threatened her, unconcerned.

"Report me for what?"

"I don't know, can minors make content that they wouldn't be allowed to see?"

She threw the pen at his face. And he laughed when it bounced on his forehead.

"Tattle tale!" she exclaimed, then turned back to Connor more serious: "Don't listen to him. And I'm nineteen. First year of college."

"Good, I was worried there for a second. So, ye in art school?" he asked, following her out and starting down the stairs behind her.

"I wished… Law school. My parents insisted on it. That's why I'm hiding in shady parks to draw like an outlaw, now, instead of studying during spring break."

"I'm not in college, but isn't spring break made for having fun?"

"That's right. And that's my way of having fun!" She pointed to the folded sketches -the content of which she kept hidden- and tucked them inside her pocket. Before realizing that drawing instead or partying made her sound awfully boring. "What about you?" she asked, just as curious as wanting to shift the focus from herself.

"Fresh out of the boat! We just turned twenty-one so we thought it was a good time to finally come to the states."

"Like, you both turned tw-" She gaped at him as a lightbulb lit up in her brain. "You guys are twins!" She then turned back to Murphy, that was begrudgingly following behind, with an exaggerated shocked expression. "Twin brothers… Interesting."

Murphy threw an empty pack of cigarettes at her head, making her laugh as well. And, once again, Connor felt left out of an inside joke he should have been privy to. It's not like Murphy usually kept secrets from him.

When they arrived at the crossroad where they needed to part, she only waved goodbye at them. Which made him question even further what kind of relationship that girl was having with his brother, if they didn't even kiss.

"Tomorrow?" this one asked her with a wide confident smile.

"Of course," she answered in kind, "Bye Connor! Have fun!" before disappearing through the park.