Inside my older brother”s walk-in closet, I was enthralled. His clothes are filthy.
Tuxedos, tee shirts, long sleeve shirts, and other formal wear are carefully organized. His shoes are likewise arranged nicely.
In his closet, there was a wide window, and his watches were displayed on a large table. In the order of his belongings, he will undoubtedly notice whether or not they have been touched.
His closet, like his bedroom, has a stronger scent of him. I stood in the middle of his walk-in closet for a long time, pondering and debating what I should wear in his closet.
What he did before continues to irritate me. He just stripped me naked!
I never thought he would do something like that, but if there is a chance with another woman, that is fine. But what about me? He will not even approach me, and if he does, it was as if I am infected with a contagious disease.
I was reminded of the happenings from my birthday celebration as I pondered why he did that to me. It was like a flash of remembrance that brought me to a halt.
I have to speak with him. I am curious as to why they decided to throw an engagement party. I need to talk to him about something. Why had not I foreseen that at my gathering, something similar would occur? Why me? Why him? How?
I have a lot of questions racing through my thoughts, and it hurts my head to think about them and try to figure out why they are the way they are.
I took the white long sleeved shirt and black boxer shorts from his drawer. I scowled as I wore it because I don”t like wearing men”s clothes. I was fortunate in that I was already wearing underwear; otherwise, I would have been even more uncomfortable.
My lengthy hair was combed with my hand. Because I cannot seem to locate a comb in his closet. I did not realize my hair was already dried.
I examine my entire appearance in the body-size mirror in the room”s corner. I exited my older brother”s walk-in closet after seeing that my appearance was fine and that I thought I already looked respectable in his eyes.
I went out because I could not see him in the room. I immediately walked to the living room, but he was nowhere to be found. What happened to him?
From the kitchen, I heard a rattling. I went to the kitchen since he appeared to be there. I caught up with my older brother, who was in the kitchen preparing dinner. He appears to be preparing sinigang, a Filipino soup or stew with a sour and savory flavor.
It is most commonly connected with tamarind, which gives the meal flavor and makes it delectable.
I did not say anything at first, instead just watching him as he went about his business. He also appears to have changed his attire. He is now dressed in a black top and sweatpants. I can see his muscular figure because his tee shirt is near to his torso. Maybe my older brother goes to the gym on a regular basis. Despite his busy schedule and business meetings, he added that.
While cooking, my older brother”s forehead was scratched. He was so engrossed in the food he was preparing that he did not notice me standing there until now. When the boiling dish broth spewed out, he took the spoon and was prepared to taste the broth he was making.
“Fuck!” he shouted, cursing because he had most likely been burned by the boiling broth. He covered what he was cooking.
I took a quick step towards him. As I neared him, my brows collided.
He was taken aback when he saw me.
I pulled his handthat had been spilled by the scalding broth. He even tried to move his hand away from my grip, but I refused. I drew him to the faucet and turned it on, allowing the charred portion of his hand to soak in the rushing water. I let it soak for more than five minutes.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he inquires, his brows furrowed. I continued to immerse his hand in the water, ignoring him. After that, I wiped it clean with a clean cloth.
As I examined my older brother”s burn, he just gazed at me. When I noticed the redness of a huge portion of his right hand”s surface, I winced. This had to be excruciating.
He remarked, as if his burn did not hurt, “What are you doing? It is just a tiny burn, you are overreacting too much.”
I locked my gaze on him. He even had the opportunity to gloat about his predicament. Fortunately, he quickly pulled his hand from the boiling liquid. If he does not, he will burn a large piece of his hand. For the love of God, that is a pot of boiling water!
“Shut up!” I chastised him, frowning. He was taken aback by the sudden increase in volume of my voice. I am sure he was not expecting what I did.
As he glanced at me, he remained silent, and her eyes widened slightly. I gave him a sidelong glance before turning away and approaching the stove to put out the flames.
I then turned on her stove. When I realized it appeared to be cooked, I set it aside and approached my older brother, who was still staring at me. I give him a shake of my head.
I took his spotless hand in mine and seated him in the dining room chair. Despite his obvious confusion, he continued to follow me. He must have been shocked when I scolded him. Usually, in regular basis, he is the one who is always scolding mebut not this time. He injures himself and refuses to treat it.
“Where did you put your medical kit?” I inquire, my brows pinched. His brow furrowed in concentration.
He said, shaking his head, “Look, I am alright. This is only a simple burn, nothing serious.”
I chose to ignore him rather than listen to him. I am furious as I stare at him.
He sighed and added, “In the bathroom.”
I made my way to my brother”s condo”s bathroom right away. I instantly discovered the medical kit after rummaging through the drawers.
I approached my older brother, who appeared to be examining his burn. He had a small frown on his face. I inhaled deeply and shook my head at him. Tsk. I know it hurts, but his pride is too high, and he still argues that it is just a minor cut. I took a seat next to my older brother, who claimed that the large burn on his palm didn”t bother him any longer.
I extended my hand to him, but he simply frowned and did not extend his hand to me.
I paused for a while to take a deep breath. Anna, take a deep breath and relax. Your brother”s arrogance is out of control. Remember that his hand is burned, and you must treat him.
I took a moment to collect myself before feigning a grin at him.
I said to him, “Give me your hand.” He laughed at me when he heard what I said. Because of his expression, my brows drew together.
“Anna, we are already engaged. Well, technically we are,” he grinned, “because Father already proclaimed it earlier. You do not have to beg for my hand since you already asked for my entire self a long time ago,” he continued, his devilish grin still visible.
I scowled when I heard what he said. Rather than condemning his stupidity, I simply grasped his hand, which was resting on his knee.
I gently waved his hand that I was holding in front of him.
“This is what I am talking about,” I said, shaking my head. I think to myself, “Hopeless jerk.”
Although I was only meant to say it to myself, I do not believe my older brother”s hearing was very acute. He chuckled at me when he heard that. My pupils dilated and my eyes grew larger.
That is all there is to it, Anna. Why are you unable to keep your mouth shut? That mouth of yours is going to hurt you.
I quickly covered my mouth and smiled warmly at him, which resulted in a grimace as he drew my hand closer to him. Because of what he did, our lips were practically touching. He cracks a grin.
I blinked a few times before realizing our situation and slapping his hand that was holding me. He made a grunting sound.
“Fuck!” he explained. When I realized what I”d done, I was stunned. I lowered my sight to the hand I had slapped, and I was astounded to realize that the hand I had slapped was the same one that had been burned earlier.
“Oh my gosh! I am so so sorry! This is due to your efforts. You are suddenly drawing me towards you without notice!” I told him, I am confused. I do not know what to do. It must have been painful because the burn he had wasn”t just a small one.
“Fuck! You are blaming me now?! Who the hell slapped my hand?! Aren”t you the one who did it?!” he yelled at me, frowning, possibly because his burn was so bad and I had even touched it.
I took his hand in mine and softly blew it, as Mommy used to do when I was hurt, and I am not sure why I am still doing it, even though I know it will not help heal the wound.
But maybe blowing his wound will calm him down and, at the very least, relieve the pain. I looked up at him and our eyes met. His blue eyes convey emotion that I don”t understand, so I was the first to look away.
I looked through the medication cabinet for ointment. Fortunately, I was able to locate something.
I took a small quantity and placed it in my hand. I snatched his hand and placed it on my lap once more. I put ointment to the burned area of his hand slowly. I blow it now and again because he gets irritated when I barely apply the rub.
As I did so, I avoided colliding with our eyesight. His beautiful blue eyes are dangerous to me. I am afraid I am going to drown and will not be able to get out. I was about to cover his hand with gauze, but I decided against it. It is preferable to leave the wound open so that it can heal fast.
I also refused to wrap his hand since he would not allow it. When he pulled me again, I adjusted the medical kit and was about to stand. I took a seat on his lap. Our nose are almost touching and I can smell his minty breathe.
I locked my gaze on his deep blue eyes. This is precisely what I am attempting to prevent. His beautiful eyes are luring me in closer. It was as if I were hypnotized, and my body acted in accordance with his wishes.
He was looking at me intently. In contrast, I appeared to be a prey staring at his hunter.
“Brother…” I murmured softly.
He fixed his gaze on my slightly parted lips. He returned his look to my eyes, but he could not help but return his sight to my lips. While staring at it, he swallowed.
He gradually drew his face closer to mine. I could not take my gaze away from him, entranced by his captivating eyes. I instantly closed my eyes when our lips connected. I did not try to force him or restrain him in any way.
He started moving his lips. To allow him access to my mouth, I opened my mouth. His tongue was inserted into my mouth. With his gifted tongue, he explored every nook and cranny of my mouth, sipping and biting.
He snatched my hands and encircled his neck with them. When he sucked my tongue, I moaned.
Like swords, our tongues are fighting. The only sound that can be heard in all four corners of his condo is our resounding kiss. My older brother gave me a long kiss.
The ramifications of what we were doing had faded from my awareness during these periods. I had no idea he was the older brother I had been considering for the past eight years. I still thought of him as an elder brother, despite the fact that I was his sole adoptive sister. At these times, the only things that count are our thirsty feelings and our need to kiss each other.
My older brother wrapped his arms around my neck and drew my face closer to his. He was taken aback.
My eyes are still closed, and our lips are still locked together, but he is not moving his lips. I slowly open my eyes, I noticed his frown. I was taken aback by his reaction.
Slowly, he averted his gaze from mine. My scowl intensified on my brow. He stroked my brow and even my neck. He gave me a shake of his head.
“You have a fever,” he murmured, his expression irritated as he looked at me.
I was perplexed as I stared at him and felt my forehead . I am scorching. I let out a sneeze. Because of what I did, I covered my mouth. I simply sneeze in his direction. He is shaking his head as he assists me in standing up from his lap.
He remarked as he walked to the kitchen, “You need to eat so you can take the medicine afterwards.”
I followed him holding my slightly swollen lip. I can still feel his wet and soft lips pressed into mine. It is just so hot the way his lips travel across my lips!
As I realized what I was thinking, I shook my head. What the hell is going on, Anna? You were just kissed and then turned into a pervert! Tss, keep your wits about you! Do not embarrass yourself in front of him!
When I realized my older brother was observing me, I stopped stroking myself. He came to a halt in front of me, staring at me, and I almost sank into his broad chest.
Thankfully, he only touched one of my shoulders. I give him a sheepish smile. He simply surrounded me and motioned for me to take a seat.
He served the food he had prepared earlier. I cautioned him to be cautious because the dish he had prepared was still hot.
We ate in silence. He made some wonderful sinigang. I did not believe he could even cook. I was apprehensive to try it because I was afraid it would be bitter or that the taste of what he cooked would be bad, but I was pleasantly delighted to discover that it was great.
My older brother, on the other hand, is absolutely wonderful in my view. In my opinion, he would be wonderful if he could simply get rid of his dementia and grin all the time.
I scrubbed the dishes after we finished eating. Because I had a fever, he did not want me to wash the dishes, but I did not allow him stop me. He is unable to do so due to a wound on his hand. Aside from that, I was able to put up with my headache.
Despite the fact that I my head is gradually feeling heavier and the area around my eyes is becoming hotter. When I am unwell, I am like this. Because I could feel the heat on the verge of my eyes, my eyes were teary. I am blushing as well. When I was finished, he sat me down first and gave me fever medicine.
I was fortunate in that I was not terrified of the medicine, therefore I had no trouble taking it.
He led me to the bedroom after I completed taking the pills. He tucked me into bed so I could get some rest. Because I was shivering from the cold, he also turned down the air conditioning.
As I closed my eyes, tears streamed down my cheeks. But I am not crying on purpose. When I get a fever, I am just like this.
I heard him walk into the bedroom”s bathroom. I was soon startled by the sound of running water. I am guessing he is having a bath.
I was completely unaware that I had dozed off. I had only just awoken when I sensed someone on the bed beside me. I grumbled. My waist was encircled by a veiny arm. He also has a scent that I recognize.
“Your fever is rising in temperature,” as he removes the hair from my face, I hear him say.
“Hmmm,” was my only response. He took my hopeless tears and wiped them away. My body is on fire, despite the fact that I am freezing. He kisses my brow and whispers nice words into my ear.
I am dozing off once more. After a few hours, I sensed him removing my clothes. Because I am too weak to do so, I was unable to object to what he was doing. I feel a warm moist towel on my body after removing my garments. He is using it to wipe my entire body.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice raspy. My throat, as well as my brain and body, are aching. I tried to get him to stop wiping my bare body with only my underwear on, but he refused.
He whispered quietly as he continued to dab a warm cloth into my body, “Just lay down, Anna. You are burning in fever, honey.”