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

Wyatt pov

'Damn, it's cold.' Chris muttered, curling the duvet closer to his shoulders.

'I don't see how seeing as you're hogging the whole damn thing.' I snickered, to which Chris responded with a glare. I withheld my smirk and refrained from mentioning how damn sexy he looked when in a temper.

'Who was the one stating that the duvet was ''big enough for the both of us''.' Chris air quoted, doing a poor impression of me. I couldn't help but laugh at his imitation and he joined in the laugher, damn he's beautiful when he smiles.

Chris and I were enjoying a night in alone watching a movie. We were sitting next to each other on the couch with my duvet around us and my arm around his shoulders. Chris insisted on using his own duvet for himself but I told him not to be silly and that my duvet would be big enough for the both of us. I ignored the nervous look that appeared on his face when I stated this.

It's probably a good thing that I refrained from telling him that I wanted to use my duvet so I could have his scent on my covers to smell at night.

Mum and Dad had left today and were gone for a whole week. They were on a trip to 'Elder Land' as I liked to call it, to celebrate their 20th Anniversary, something which Dad was eager about and Mum...well, Mum was just happy that Dad was happy.

When Dad told me that they trusted me to make sure everything would go okay I just nodded my head calmly while on the inside I was thinking about how I could use this whole week to try and make Chris more susceptible to my control.

I know that's fucked up but the whole wanting my brother to be my lover sounds pretty twisted anyway and I don't give a shit anymore.

Chris mumbled something, pulling me out of my reverie and pulled the duvet further around his shoulders as his free hand switched the channels.

'Hey! I was watching that.' I exclaimed indignantly, to which he responded with a snort and continued to flick through the channels ignoring my protest.

'I'm in charge, don't even try it.' Chris smirked at me, his lips curling to one side in sexy drawl.

'Oh really,' I smirked 'And how do you figure that out?'

'The fact I have the remote...' Chris retorted with that smirk still in place. I wanted to suck and ravage those full lips of his.

'So what you're saying is whoever has the remote is in charge?' I asked innocently with a glint in my eyes

'That's exactly what I'm sayi...don't you dare Wyatt!' Chris warned but was too late as he saw my grin and my sudden movements. I had dived for the remote in his hand and it led to a wrestling match between the two of us for possession of the remote. In all honesty I didn't give a damn about the remote, I just wanted to feel Chris's body against my own and the feeling of Chris's body rubbing against mine sent a rush of lust and arousal into me.

'Ah!' Chris gasped as I used my physical dominance to drag him onto the floor completely at my mercy. He struggled against me as I pinned him down, the same position just what I fantasised about in my mind when I think about fucking him – face to face. Chris tried to use his feet to push at my chest but I used his move to my advantage to spread his legs and used my knees to lock them in place.

The sight of Chris immobile beneath me, under my control with me straddling his slim body under my own, made me rock hard and I had to angle my crotch away from his body so he would not notice.

'Wyatt, stop please!' Chris begged while trying to contain his laughter. The sight of him begging made my cock even harder; I could actually feel my dick pulsing against my jeans.

I shook my head with a grin. These moments were when I was happiest. Chris always made me smile so effortlessly when no one else could and I was content to simply straddle him and stay that way. It still surprises me that I can feel both happy and horny at the same time simply being in his presence.

I've fucked a lot of people over the years and I know for a fact I'm fantastic in bed. They literally crave my touch but I tire of them so easily. They are so easy to control and tame. The ironic thing is that I crave the touch of Chris constantly myself. I need to have some form of contact with him to feel at peace. I know that sounds like some complex but I can't bring myself to care.

'Wyatt! Get the hell off me, you're crushing my legs' Chris chuckled. I relaxed my grip on his wrists and reduced the weight of my knees on my legs but I still straddled him, hovering above him face to face, allowing us both to recover from the exertion.

I stared at Chris again while he had his eyes closed; he looked so peaceful and calm. Chris suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes widened when he looked into my own and his breath caught in his throat. I know I must have been giving off an intense stare because I could feel Chris's heart start to pound and instead of Chris pushing me off and breaking the moment as I expected, he continued to gaze back.

My own breathing had started to slow and I could feel my eyes getting darker. I noticed out of the corner of my eyes that Chris's hand started to move.

'Your hairs all damp.' Chris murmured as if in a daze.

I said nothing. I just stared into his eyes wondering if I should kiss him. His hand touched my face almost tenderly and I could not help but close my eyes at the sensation. Chris had never done this before and the feeling was amazing. His hand went agonisingly slow yet fast at the same time; slow because his fingers were so unhurried and fast because I never wanted his touch to end. He moved his fingers across my cheek before caressing upwards to my temple until he finally started to brush the sweaty bangs away from my forehead.

If it was possible, I loved him even more at that moment. He was so tender and soft and I felt this need to protect him and at the same time possess him all for myself.

'That feels so good.' I murmured huskily unable to stop the deep rumbling moan that had erupted from my chest. I could feel Chris's fingers move to the back of my head and he started to stroke my neck and the back of my ears.

I opened my eyes to see Chris still looking at me and when I moved my eyes away from his and down to his lips I could feel the shiver that I elicited from him.

My cock was aching beyond belief now and I wanted nothing more than to rub my cock against his body. I knew I couldn't though, that I had to take this slow but the desire was almost unbearable.

'Wyatt...' Chris whispered in a disbelieving voice, as if he did not believe this was really happening. I knew how he felt and said nothing, for fear of breaking the moment. I leaned my face ever so slowly down to his own never breaking eye contact. Chris had closed his eyes the moment he felt my breath on his cheek.

This was the moment I had been waiting for. The years of longing I had endured was finally going to be ended. I was just an inch away from his lips when out of the blue; the telephone rang.

Fuck!!!

As soon as the shrill ring echoed across the house, Chris snapped out of his reverie and literally pushed me off of him with a strength I didn't believe he could possess. We sat facing each other, me in barely restrained frustration. His expression however...he looked sick.

The telephone stopped ringing and we still continued to look at each other.

'I'm going to my room.' Chris said expressionlessly avoiding my gaze as he stood up.

'Chris, wait!' I said angrily. 'We have to talk about what happened.'

'Just leave me alone!' Chris spat out angrily. We glared at each other before Chris turned away and walked towards the foyer.

I was at the end of my patience. I was so close to kissing him and now the moment was lost. I don't think that I could wait any longer. As I went to grab his hand, he orbed away. Angrily I sensed his presence upstairs and orbed into his room. I saw him sitting on the edge of his bed with his face pressed into his hands. As soon as he heard my arrival he glared at me even more.

'Get the hell out of my room Wyatt.' He said calmly. I wasn't fooled, I could feel his emotions coming off him, I may not be able to sense what he's feeling but I could sense how strong the feelings were. Even without sensing his mood I could detect the nervous undercurrent that was evident in his voice as he spoke.

'No.' I stated simply crossing my arms together.

'We have to talk about what happened.' I said calmly as I walked towards him.

'There's nothing to talk about!' Chris said in a panicked tone as he got off his bed and backed away from me.

'Bullshit! We almost kissed and if that fucking cock blocking telephone didn't ring then we'd probably still be kissing.' I replied unable to keep the frustration from coming out.

'Are you hearing yourself Wyatt?' Chris asked incredulously 'We're brothers for fucks sake! It's wrong! What we nearly did will never happen again and I don't want to hear another fucking word about this ever again. Do you hear me!?' He shouted. He continued to walk backwards away from me.

'You can ignore this all you want but it won't make the problem go away.' I responded calmly once more though inside I was feeling a torrent of emotions at his declaration.

'You know I want you, I think you've always known.' I murmured deeply, my voice had turned all husky again at the sight of Chris so defiant and stubborn. I continued to walk slowly towards him while Chris stepped back until he finally came against the wall.

'Why else would you let me touch you?' I asked him quietly. He did not reply.

'I look at you and you look at me and I know you feel something as well.' I said gazing reverently into his face as I came up within inches of his body. The air was becoming charged with sexual energy again, the potency was thrilling. I know that Chris felt it too.

'You're my brother.' Chris whispered brokenly as if that explained everything and it did. I nodded in silent understanding. 'I don't want to feel this way.' he drifted off turning his face to the side.

'So you feel something too?' I demanded quickly, my eyes widening at his reluctant admittance and startling him out of his defeated demeanour.

'I don't know what the fuck I feel but I'm not acting on it.' Chris firmly stated but I could see his resolve starting to weaken. I moved even closer to him and enveloped his slim frame. I leaned into his ear and Chris gasped at the closeness of our bodies, so close to full touch.

'We won't have to tell anyone.' I whispered in his ear and I felt him shake and exhale jaggedly. I could smell his arousal; it was deep and potent. The mixture of Chris's scent of soap and chocolate mixed with his arousal was the most intoxicating smell I have ever experienced. I could feel my dick pulsing with pre-cum and the patch on the inside of my jeans was very damp and sticky. I sniffed Chris's hair and rubbed my nose against his forehead. He moaned and it was the most glorious sound.

'Tell me Chris' I whispered as I stared at him. 'Does anyone else make you feel this way?' He shook his head, which was a good thing because I know I would do everything in my power to ruin anyone who tries to take my Chris away from me.

I looked deep into his eyes before I slowly pressed my hip against his own. Both Chris and I moaned at the feeling. His cock was just as hard as mine and I continued to rub and roll my hips and my dick against his own straining cock. I grabbed his wrists and slammed them above his head as I continued to thrust my hips against his own.

'Wyatt...Mmm...Oh God!' Chris moaned loudly with his eyes closed, spurring me on even faster all the while gazing into eyes and fixing him with my possessive stare.

He was making the most delicious sounds; a combination of moans mixed with whimpers. I couldn't contain the grunts that were coming out of my mouth. All that I imagined and fantasised about doing with Chris was nothing compared to the real thing. I was so caught up in my lust I needed more.

'You see Chris?' I moaned and panted as I rubbed my hips more roughly and deeper against his. 'Do you see how right this feels?' Chris didn't reply, his eyes were half lidded with pleasure and he had thrown his head back so it was facing the ceiling.

'Look at me' I hoarsely demanded. His eyes snapped back into my own and his breathing was coming out in pants and moans. The pressure was building, I could feel my cock tightening but I needed more from Chris.

'Do you want me to stop?' I asked him. Please say no. Please say no. Please say no.

'No.' Chris panted though his eyes still showed uncertainty. I was too caught up in my lust to stop and was relieved he didn't say yes. I grabbed him and led him onto his bed. His back hit the mattress with me on top and I orbed away our clothes in one wave of my hand. We were clad in only our boxers.

I took a moment to stare at him. He was sex incarnate, his creamy skin was unblemished and his cheeks were flushed with arousal and desire. He was staring at my own muscled body in awe. I grinned at the sight of Chris taking in the view of my biceps, muscular Pecs and well defined eight pack abs before his eyes drifted lower and widened at the sight of my long and thick cock just bulging against my briefs.

As I lay on top of him I gazed into his eyes before I slowly dragged my large pulsing cock against his smaller one in long grinding motions. We both moaned at the contact as I slid my body over his. I could feel his smooth chest and pretty pink nipples rubbing against my broad, slightly hairy chest. The feel of his breath on my face as he gazed at me in lust and the smoothness of his legs wrapped around the back of my muscled thighs and hairy legs.

'Oh Jesus!' Chris cried unable to form any coherent thoughts. I continued with my actions, not able to fully comprehend this was actually happening and beyond anything I could've expected. With the jeans out of the way, we could both feel how much more arousing the sensation was. The boxers were so thin that it felt like our bare cocks were touching and the thought spurred me on as I grunted and moaned as I sped up my thrusting. Chris had his hands clutching and digging pleasurably onto my lower back and ass and he used his hands to push my hips into him deeper. I wanted to fuck him more than anything in that moment.

'Oh god I'm close.' Chris moaned huskily and all I could do was grunt 'me too.' I quickened my pace to new heights when all of a sudden I heard a shout of 'Chris? Wyatt?'

Double Fuck!!!

We both stopped in shock and surprise and a sharp gasp was wrung from Chris's throat. It was Aunt Paige and I could hear her coming upstairs.

We rushed off the bed, Chris was shaking like mad and I quickly orbed our clothes back onto our bodies. I wanted to strangle Aunt Paige at that moment. Chris ran downstairs as soon as his clothes were on without a glance in my direction.

As I walked slowly down the stairs I saw a flushed Chris and a smiling Paige chatting casually – well Paige was while Chris just looked flustered.

'Finally!' She exclaimed as she saw me approach.

'Hey Aunt Paige' I smiled tightly hoping she didn't notice.

'So you guys were here? Why didn't you answer the telephone?' She asked with a curious expression on her face. Chris's face flushed even deeper at the question causing Paige to stare at him in concern

'Sorry we were watching a movie and couldn't be bothered to get up.' I interrupted smoothly.

'Teenagers.' She muttered amusingly. 'Well your mum asked me to check up on you now and then and now I have I'm going to head off.' She smiled as she saw me roll my eyes.

'Tell mum that me and Chris are perfectly fine but thanks for dropping in.' I tried to smile but it must have seemed like more of a grimace. Paige didn't notice anyway and gave us both a hug before orbing back home.

As soon as she was gone, there was an awkward silence in the atmosphere. Chris was avoiding my direction and he looked devastated.

'Chris.' I murmured walking towards him bringing my hand out to caress his face but he backed away from me quickly and just shook his head.

'That shouldn't have happened'. He said distantly, I felt anger begin to take control at his denial and pig headedness.

'We aren't going through with this again Chris. It happened and I don't regret one single moment we had earlier.' I declared passionately.

Chris was silent for several seconds before he whispered brokenly 'I do.'

I was prepared for this but I didn't realise how much his words would sting. The hurt twisted into rage and fury and before I could control it, several pictures hanging on the walls exploded. Chris just continued to stare at me blankly.

'I'm going to grandpas for a while. I don't know when I'll be back.' He said emotionlessly and before I could stop him he had orbed away.

This is far from over. If Chris thinks he can ignore the attraction and desire between us then he is deluded. I know now that I've had a taste of Chris I can't stop.

I will make him mine...