Brian looked at my bedroom door when we heard the front door slam shut. A wave of guilt passed over his face.

"Don't worry about him, all right," I said. "It's better that he's gone." He looked back at me, his expression now one of disbelief.

"What is going on with you?" I tilted my head slightly.

"What are you talking about," I asked. He took a few seconds to think about what he was gonna say.

"You're just so... different."

"Different how?" He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Like sex. Instead of me forcing you into it, it's the other way around. And you act like you don't even care about how Matt feels anymore."

"Maybe because I don't." He stared at me incredulously.

"Who the fuck is this?!"

"What are you talking about, Brian? It's me, Courtney," I said, starting to get a little freaked out by his behavior.

"No, it isn't! This is not Courtney, no way in hell it is." I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, but he stayed frozen. I pulled back and looked up at him with a heartbroken expression on my face.

"Brian," I murmured, almost sounding like I was gonna cry. His face softened.

"Baby," he whined. He was giving in.

"Brian," I whined back, close to moaning to turn him on. The familiar smirk/half smile grew on his face as he leaned forward and crushed his lips against mine and placed both his hands on my hips. I tangled my hands in his hair and pulled him down so he was lying on top of me. He undid the button and zipper on my jeans, pulling them down so I could kick them off. He broke the kiss so he could get his shirt off. After he threw it across the room, he tore mine off and dropped it to the floor. He gave me a quick once over.

"You are so beautiful, baby," he panted. He managed to get his jeans off with my help, along with his boxers. He went in to kiss me again, and slipped his hands to my back so he could unclasp my bra. Without breaking away he pulled my panties down at the same time that I got the bra completely off. He pulled away slightly and stared into my eyes with a serious look.

"Are you sure you want this," he questioned.

"Yes, Brian," I whispered. He nodded once before kissing me again and slipping his tongue into my mouth as he pushed into me. With the hand that was on his bicep, I squeezed as hard as I could from the pain so I didn't scream. Only way I did that was if he wanted me to. He was much gentler than he usually was, so he wasn't going fast at all.

"Brian," I moaned. He froze.

"Do you want to stop," he asked cautiously.

"No," I answered, "but go faster."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I pulled his head down so he was kissing me again, and he started pulling out and thrusting back in harder and faster. A few moans escaped from my mouth, which turned him on even more, but I still bit my lip in case he mistook my moaning for not wanting this. I arched my back so I was pressed up against him as much as I could've been, and his hand ran up my spine to tangle itself in my hair.

"I love you," he rushed out. We were both getting close.

"I love you too," I moaned back. I felt my walls clenching around him and his breathing became heavier. I let go of my lip and let any moan I had come out with every thrust, making sure he knew how much I was loving this. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine.

"Promise you'll never leave me," he murmured.

"I swear," I whispered. Then it hit. Climax. I dug my nails into his back and he held me to his body as much as he could. I screamed in pure pleasure and he pressed his lips to mine. And just like that, it was over. We were both panting when he collapsed on the bed next to me.

"That was..." he trailed off.

"Amazing," I finished for him. He nodded.

"Yes, exactly." He sat up and kissed my forehead, then put his boxers and basketball shorts on and left. Probably for a cigarette. I sighed and put my bra back on and slipped on a pair of booty shorts. I went out to the back porch area and stood in the open doorway (Brian left the door propped open).

"Don't you have any respect for yourself," he asked, blowing out some smoke.

"What do you mean," I replied quietly. He glanced back at me.

"Standing out here in that." I looked down at the semi lacy bra.

"No one else can see me, what's the big deal?" He slowly shook his head, staring straight forward and taking another drag.

"The point is..." He trailed off.

"There is no point." A little smirk formed on my face.

"No, there is, I just don't know how to word it." I didn't say anything as he threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. He turned around and gave me a quick once over before meeting my gaze. "The point is that you don't bother to cover yourself up in front of me." I shrugged.

"Because I know you like what you see." He stared at me for a few seconds before the feeling of defeat hit me. "Don't you?" He sighed and walked over, but he went past me and took my hand so I would go with him. I followed him into the living room, and he spun around and placed his hands on my hips. My hands were resting on his arms.

"I do like what I see, baby," he murmured. I looked down at his shirt.

"Then why do you seem like you don't?" My voice echoed that of a little girl's, which would definitely make him crumble. His hands slowly drifted around to my back which made me get closer to him.

"We've been seeing a therapist," he whispered. "I'm trying to stop, but you..." He looked down past my face to my chest. His eyes widened a little but then returned them to mine. "I can't resist you like that."

"I noticed," I said, smiling. I got up on my tippy toes so he leaned down and kissed me. After a couple seconds I pulled back the slightest bit. He moaned in a whiney way and smiled a little.

"I really do love you," he said. "I don't want to be with anyone else." It wasn't happiness that went through me when he said that; it was panic.

Did I want to be stuck like this for my whole life?

"Are you fucking serious?!" Both Brian and I shot our heads to the direction of the new voice.

Matt was standing in the open doorway.

I gasped and stepped out of Brian's arms. Matt slowly took steps towards us.

"You two have seen a therapist," he said, taking deep breaths. It was almost like I could see steam coming out of his ears, that's how furious he was.

"Matt, you don't know what happened-" He cut Brian off.

"She is standing in her fucking bra, Brian! I know what the fuck happened!" My heart pounded in my chest as he got closer and closer. Brian didn't do anything when he came up to me and was so close we were almost touching. "Is this what makes you happy?"

"W-what are y-you talking ab-bout, Matt," I asked shakily. His face softened for the smallest second until it went back to the angry expression. All in the same moment, he grabbed my hand and turned his head to look at Brian.

"Stay down here." Brina nodded hurriedly, almost looking like he was afraid of Matt. That was new.

Matt started walking to the stairs and took me with him, going to my room. He pushed me in and walked in after me so he could shut the door. And lock it. I watched Matt as he walked toward and me backed up against the wall. I was scared. Shitless.

"Why are you scared, baby," he said in that whispery sweet voice he had. It comforted me at the same time that it scared me more.

"Get away from me," I whispered. I couldn't bring my voice higher than that.

"I thought this is what you liked, the roughness and fear that your brother gave you." I was in a corner, vulnerable and open for attack. He slipped his hands around my waist and rested his forehead on mine. I was shaking so bad, there's no way he didn't feel it. I tried pushing him, but that just made him tighten his grip to a near unbearable level.

"Matt, p-please," I practically begged, tears welling in my eyes. "Please just go." I felt his muscles instantly loosen and his face fell. I pushed him away and tried getting to the door, but he beat me to it. He held his arms out a little and I looked into his eyes. He was back to normal. I still kept my distance.

"Courtney, come here," he said quietly. "I'm sorry, please just come here." I backed up into the bed and fell onto it, so he sat next to me. He put his arm around my waist again, but in a gentler way, and pulled me closer to him. He lay down so I did the same. He kept his arm protectively around me. I rested my head on his chest. "I'm sorry I scared you."

"Why'd you do it," I asked, still whispering. He sighed.

"I wanted to see...how your brother did it." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What do you mean?" He thought for a second.

"I never understood how your brother was able to do what he did while seeing you like that. It...never again. I never want to see you that scared again. And I never want to be the one making you that scared again."