It all came to a glass-shattering, bumper-denting halt at thirteen and eighteen, one barely past childishness and one burgeoning on adulthood.

Nii-san no longer helped with his homework, or took him to the park, or kissed him gently to comfort him.

He should have known why. Though all that was uttered were obligations for schoolwork or college applications or the part-time job, even if he brought visitors more often than he went out.

But he left the bedroom door open, thinking that no one was home, and the moans were all Otouto needed to hear.

His tears tasted like betrayal.

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After this is the hardcore stuff. Say bye-bye to innocence, but before that, review :]