Twisted Love

Disclaimer – Do not own Charmed and I am in no way making any money or profit from this story. This is purely for entertainment

So this chapter will be in Chris's point of view, the next chapter will have dialogue. Hope you enjoy

Chris pov

For as long as I can remember, people have ignored me.

From an outsiders point of view I must have the perfect life. I'm a child of a Charmed One, I am blessed with awesome powers as a result of having a whitelighter and witch as parents, though nowhere near the awe inspiring powers that Wyatt contains within him. I have a great home and my family is as loving as can be.

It sounds amazing but the real truth is that it's not. I know that I am nothing special; I mean who would be when you have a brother who is better at everything than you. When a boy...no a man, is so powerful that all of the Underworld fear him.

I have grown up all my life living in Wyatt's shadow. I remember when I had just turned five; I woke up with a smile on my face because I remembered dad promising to buy me a bike and teach me how to ride it. When I went downstairs, I saw mum, Wyatt and my aunties and cousins waiting for me in the living room. They all shouted Happy Birthday and I remember giggling in joy.

Mum knelt down in front of me with a big smile on her face and said Happy Birthday again before giving me a big kiss on my cheek. I grinned at her and asked her when dad was giving me my bike lesson, she smiled sadly and said that he had important work to do but would make it up to me when he got back.

I was so upset but through my tears I could still hear Aunt Paige muttering angrily about Leo and his priorities. Mum just looked at me sadly, I know I was just a child and that I couldn't grasp entirely what was going on but I could see pity in mum's eyes as she stared lovingly at me. I'll never forget that look.

In the background besides Aunt Paige, Wyatt just stared at me. There was no expression on his face for a few seconds but then he smiled at me. He walked up to me and gave me a hug and murmured 'Happy Birthday little brother'. I smiled at him tentatively and his smile got bigger when he saw me cheer up. It was thanks to Wyatt that I ended up having a great birthday. He kept me distracted all day by playing games with me and my cousins.

I know that anyone would hate to live in the limelight of someone else and that resentment could so easily be instilled but I could never hate Wyatt. He's the best brother anyone could ask for. Dad may have created me but the way I see it, Wyatt is the one person who has always been there for me.

For as long as I can remember he has always protected me and looked out for my best interests. I always go to him when I have problems or just want someone to talk to. He knows me better than anyone and I'd like to think I know more about him than anyone else as well.

I will never forget the day that I told Wyatt I was bisexual. I was fourteen and terrified about these new feelings I was experiencing. I had a crush on my English teacher Mr Morrison and it felt unusual but at the same time, it felt right. I told Wyatt I thought I might be bi and I think it was the first time I had him gobsmacked. His gaze turned intense and I felt like his eyes were piercing right through me. After a minute or so he smiled widely at me and told me he was the same and that these feelings were perfectly normal. He even went downstairs with me when I went to tell Mum and Dad. Mum was amazing, she told me she was so proud of me for being so brave and she loved me no matter what. Dad told me the same and it was one of the happiest days of my life. I turned to Wyatt and found him looking at me again with a blank expression.

That's one thing about Wyatt that had me perplexed; his staring. All my life I have noticed his staring. As a child it was ok and I liked his attention, he would stare at me and I would smile at him and he would smile back and play with me. As we've gotten older I've become more aware of the changes in Wyatt.

I would go to his room everyday and smile at him. What I've always noticed is that he would always be waiting for me, expecting me. He would beam at me when I entered and we'd lay next each other in his bed watching TV or doing homework, sometimes even practicing magic without mum knowing. I always noticed him paying more attention to me then our activities and I don't know what I felt but it was uncomfortable for one thing. The other feelings I didn't want to acknowledge.

You see Wyatt has always been affectionate to me; he always touches me warmly whether it is a hug or a ruffle of my hair. I'm his little brother so he has to protect me in his eyes, something which I find annoying and state vocally to him though my annoyance tends to amuse him more than anything.

I've noticed for the past year that he's changing. Ever since I turned sixteen I've noticed a shift in him and his behaviour. He's becoming more assertive and controlling to an extent. I've noticed his gaze on me becoming more frequent and intense than usual, as if there's been a shift in our dynamic. I don't know what to make of it, and when I ask him why he's staring at me, he just smiles at me. His smile is unnerving at times.

His touch lingers on me longer than usual, before he would ruffle my hair but now he strokes it softly and smoothly. He rubs his hand along my arm and shoulders as if he doesn't even realise he's doing it. It makes me feel uncomfortable and I tell myself that it's normal and he's just being affectionate. More recently he has begun to stroke my face.

The first time he did it, I was too shocked to even move. We were watching a movie while mum was making dinner downstairs and Wyatt had his arm around my shoulders. He was stroking my arm while my attention was fixed on the TV screen. I had stiffened when I felt his hand caress my neck and then my cheek. I faced Wyatt and gasped at what I saw. His cerulean eyes were gazing intensely into my own and his breathing had quickened. I found myself fixated at the intensity and power of his aura. It was the first time I had truly realised how handsome Wyatt really was. He looked like a Greek God and it was as if I was engrossed on his stare. He continued to stroke my face slowly, gauging my reactions and I suddenly realised how wrong this was. I backed away and told him I was tired. He looked disappointed but resigned, as if he'd expected this. That night I did not sleep.

I began to question how well I knew Wyatt, I began to question if our relationship was healthy. As far as I knew brothers didn't do that. But at the same time I couldn't help remembering how nice it felt to be touched like that, touched by Wyatt. I decided not to mention it and carry on like normal with Wyatt if for no other reason than the fact that Wyatt is the only person who will always be there for me. Wyatt always had time for me.

I went back to Wyatt's room the next day as I usually do and found Wyatt looking relieved to see me enter. He smiled at me and I gave a small smile back and we practiced some magic together. He didn't touch me that day or the next but by the third day he started stroking my arms again. Whenever he tried to touch my face I would walk away. Call it denial or what you wish but I told myself it was normal for him to do that even though I got this squirming sensation in the pit of my stomach. Sometimes however he would run his fingers along my arms and my neck and my face and I would close my eyes at the pleasurable sensation. I would open my eyes and stare into his and the air around us seemed as if it was charged with an intensity I couldn't fathom. I would end up retreating to my room or go hang with mum and limit how often I saw Wyatt afterwards. He would always act as if nothing happened and nothing was wrong.

I know eventually I'm going to have to talk to him about our boundaries but for some reason I always keep putting it off. If I'm honest with myself I partially enjoy the affection that Wyatt gives me. I feel uncomfortable when he strokes my face but at the same time I also feel good and light headed and my eyes get all hazy. More than anything, I find myself drawn to Wyatt's reactions. How his eyes match my own when they become hazy and intense at the same time, how his breathing quickens and becomes more apparent and how I swear I can feel the speeding up of his heartbeat.

I know I have to put a stop to this; I'm just worried how to deal with this while still maintaining the relationship we have as brothers. More than anything I worry about how much further Wyatt is willing to go...and how much further I'd let him.

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