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It was cold again, that biting hissing cold that colored the ground in white as the moon hung high and bathed everything in silver. His breath came out in light puffs as he pulled his blanket tighter around him. Raphael was doing something, leaving him out in the open of the familiar forest. Blue eyes stared up at the sky that once sang that lullaby of forgotten souls; they were so quiet now. No wind talking, no stars giggling, and the tall evergreen trees only swayed under the weight of the snow that clung to their branches. There was something about this forest, about the shack. It all felt serial, like words written in a story book. Then again all of tonight seemed like it wasn't happening.
He closed his eyes. He could still hear the yelling of their enraged father over a behavior that he could not condone. The snapping of their father's walking s
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The flakes were large and soft. The many frozen droplets of artistic perfection came into his eyes in drifting sheets preventing him from seeing anything farther than a few feat directly in front of him. The winter storm blocked out so much with its white flurries that he couldn't tell if he was heading the right way or some how managed to get turned around. The only consolation he had was that he had yet to twist or turn in his steps. His toes groped and felt around with each step as to make sure there were no patches of ice he could possibly slip upon or unforgiving obstacles in his way. If he managed to wonder into a field and stepped on some barbed wire... Dumb, easily avoidable, injuries such as that, he couldn't risk taking. Sure he would not let the pain stall him in his quest to bring his brother home safely, but he really did not want to have his foot amputated due to fr
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Not once but twice; twice he had bedded his brother. He had allowed their flesh to mingle, their minds to twine in a forbidden dance that should never had been. Because he had slept he had burnt their food, forcing him to start to cook all over again. And as the meat sizzled he couldn't help but run his eyes over his sibling that had been on top of him only hours ago. That beautiful skin shining with sweat as their sexes were pressed together trying to reach a new high like two desperate addicts.
He swallowed hard and turned his face away. He couldn't let it happen again, not again. If he had a third taste then he would not be able to stop himself from having a fourth. He would want to press shell against mattress and sheets, slip his body between tight thighs and explore the body of his brother in a way he should never even think about. But even if he didn't want to parti