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Kicking off my pants in front of my sex vampire half-brother wasn’t something I’d ever planned on, but compared to the plant-thing’s acidic secretions soaking through them and eating my dick, then yeah, I chose the lesser evil.
I heard a snort from the side, and turned to glare at Thomas. He was studying my dick, and even though we were in a cold, dank stone room that would provoke gasps of appreciation from any D&D connoisseur, his expression said he wasn’t about to give me any leeway.
“Seriously, Harry.” Thomas shook his head sadly, and then let his eyes flick up and down my long, lanky, half-naked body. “I thought it would be proportionate.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I notice you aren’t whipping out yours to compare.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you wanted to see.” Thomas’s smile was innocent as he hooked his hands in the sides of his black leather pants, but not pure.
“I didn’t say—“
“I have no problems showing it to family,” Thomas said, with all sorts of things I didn’t want to analyze in the back of his voice, and started pulling down his pants.
I backed up, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth, and all the excuses I could have given about, “What if another of those plant-things comes around the corner?” or “I’m not one of your sisters, Thomas” just didn’t get said.
Why was I backing up, anyway? I wasn’t afraid of my brother’s dick. It wasn’t going to be anything special.
I folded my arms and examined my wrist, a gesture that would have been cooler if I was actually wearing a watch. I didn’t want to listen to the slight noise of cloth falling, but there wasn’t anything else in the room to listen to now that we’d defeated the plant monster.
And then Thomas coughed, and of course I had to look.
Yes, it was pale. Damn White Court vampires. Yes, it was long and thick and not affected at all by the cold air in the room. Okay?
But it was half-hard, which there really was no excuse for, and it grew as I watched.
I snapped my eyes back to Thomas’s face. He wasn’t laughing or smiling. He was watching me with a focused intensity that looked like—
“Yes, ha-ha, O Superior One,” I said, and rolled my eyes, and turned away. “I suppose if fucking was part of my inheritance, I’d have one like that, too.”
“Yours looks a little longer than it did a second ago.”
Thomas’s voice rasped and skittered around me like something with claws. I laughed again, and tried to mean it, and marched towards the door.
Thomas followed me, and if his gaze weighed more heavily on the back of my neck than it had before, it wasn’t like we had to talk about it.
Look. It’s a guy thing.