Chapter 12 Ryan Watching Them

Ryan never used to know what set him apart from his brother until he noticed the changes in his own body at the hospital.

"Why is this happening when Amber's not around?" he wondered, feeling bewildered.

His mind was filled with Amber's expressions and her sweet, syrupy voice urging him to hurry up. As he felt the stirring down below, it seemed as if he had become one with Amber, slowly making love to her.

That day Amber stopped him after school and unexpectedly confessed her feelings, then pushed him into a corner for a passionate kiss. Ryan knew he couldn't resist. As love blossomed, he learned a lot from Amber.

She would always give him an innocent look, just to get what she wanted. But every time, he couldn't help but be entranced, willingly falling deeper into her spell. It started with touching, then mutual caressing, until she had him pinned on the bed, kissing him.

They both had recently crossed the line for the first time, too inexperienced to experiment.

"Why am I suddenly feeling uneasy?" Ryan didn't want to think about it anymore. Not waiting for his dad to come out, he quickly said goodbye to his uncle and rushed home.

A thought surfaced in his mind: "Something must have happened between Chris and Amber!"

He told himself it was impossible, after all, Amber was his girlfriend, and Chris said he didn't like girls like her. Chris even thought Amber was bad news. Despite Chris's advice to break up, Ryan didn't, and Chris was so mad he stayed away, only coming back because of a fever.

Before leaving, he had texted Amber to tell her he was going to the hospital at noon, not knowing if she saw it. Ryan was frantic, hoping Amber didn't go to his house looking for him. Chris was the one in bed, not him!

He had to take the bus home, but Ryan was too impatient, so he hailed a cab instead. On the way, his arousal intensified, as if he had just experienced a blissful romantic encounter. Those short fifteen minutes felt like an eternity to him.

Finally arriving at his doorstep, Ryan trembled as he unlocked the door.

Before he even stepped inside, he heard Amber's seductive moans, wave after wave, calling his name.

Ryan's face turned sour, feeling as if his legs were weighed down by lead.

The two of them were in his room, doing what he and Amber usually did together.

Amber was pinned down by Chris, seemingly unaware that it was Chris on top of her.

The situation was almost unbelievable, and Ryan took a few steps back.

Amber's voice filled his ears, the irony of it all unbearable.

"Ryan...uh...slow down...slow down...Daddy, take it slow..."

He couldn't bring himself to enter, a mix of emotions flooding his heart, as his arousal was about to burst.

Unable to control his desire, he stood by the doorway, took out his member, and began pleasuring himself.

They were so close that he could feel them reaching their climax.

As Ryan stroked himself, it felt as if he was buried deep inside Amber too. As the two of them let out a sigh, he released a stream of white.

Exhausted after the heat of the moment, he collapsed on the floor, completely unsure of how to face Chris and Amber.

He was supposed to be the one...

Chris emerged from the room after an unknown amount of time.

He had already dressed and cleaned up Amber.

Amber, spent from their encounter, had fallen asleep inside.

Seeing his younger brother in a similar state by the door, Chris remained expressionless.

"You finally know my pain, don't you?"

"Every time you two did it next door, I felt just like you."

As he spoke, he walked over to Ryan, looking at his defeated expression and smiling, "The day before Amber confessed to you, she confessed to me, and I rejected her."

His words were a challenge, and as they fell, Ryan threw a punch at him.

"What nonsense are you talking about?! I'm Amber's boyfriend!"

Unfazed, Chris wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and scoffed.

"Really? She didn't even know it was me screwing her just now, calling me 'husband.' Is that how you are as a boyfriend?"

"Amber didn't know you were in my room, it's not like that..."

"How about we make a bet? She can't even tell us apart, believe it or not?"

Chris interrupted Ryan, glancing at the sleeping Amber inside, his eyes gradually sharpening.

"Let her choose when the time comes: you or me."

Initially, he had no intention of getting involved in their relationship, but now that it had happened, he suddenly found it amusing, thinking, "Competing with my own brother for a girlfriend? Well, that wasn't out of the question."