I stepped out from the steamy bathroom, my hair wet and a towel wrapped around my waist. It was late in the evening and Rafaella and I were just about to start settling down for the night. Rafaella was sitting on the bed with her phone in her hand, when she suddenly looked up at me.
"You done?" She asked. I nodded in response. "Come here, let me brush your hair for you."
I walked over to the bed and sat down between her legs, facing away from her. I felt a gentle tug as the bristles began to run through my hair.
"I've been thinking about cutting it, you know," I said.
"But I like it how it is," Rafaella protested.
"You're not the one who has to deal with it," I replied.
"What do you mean? I'm helping right now aren't I?"
Admittedly, I actually really liked the feeling of Rafaella playing with my hair. Sometimes, when we would get intimate, she'd even pull on it a bit, which excited the fuck out of me for reasons I couldn't explain. I was suddenly snapped out of my train of thought when I felt a pair of lips on my neck, making me jump a little. I could feel Rafaella's hands begin to explore my body, starting on my back then making their way to my stomach.
"Rafa..." I said softly. "We should go to bed. I have work in the morning, you know..."
"You smell really nice," She replied, completely ignoring me.
"Don't go changing the subject..."
But it was no use, I was already starting to get turned on. I felt one of her hands travel downwards and start to undo the towel that was clinging loosely to my hips, while the other continued to fondle my chest. I could feel a blush forming on my cheeks when she reached down and grabbed between my legs.
"Hm? You're this hard already?" Rafaella asked in an almost condescending tone.
"Wh... what did you expect?" I responded, my voice becoming a bit huskier. "When you keep... touching me like that..."
I could hear her giggle softly from behind me. She loved teasing me like this, but I guess I was just as guilty for letting her do it. She began to stroke me up and down slowly while tenderly trailing kisses down my neck and shoulders. I shuddered at the feeling , my breathing progressively becoming heavier by the second.
"You're so cute," Rafaella whispered. I could feel her warm breath on my ear as she began to gently lick and suck on my earlobe. It always felt a little weird having someone call me that. Here I was, a grown man over 6 feet tall, covered in scars, and she was calling me cute like some kind of puppy dog. At the same time, a part of me was sort of relieved that she didn't see me as some kind of scary monster like everyone else. She continued to pump her hand up and down, gradually getting faster and faster.
"Rafa... if you keep going..."
"It's ok," Rafaella replied, in a sickly sweet voice. "You can cum."
I couldn't hold back anymore. My whole body stiffened up as I felt myself release into Rafaella's hand, causing the the hot, sticky substance to shoot up onto my chest. Rafaella stroked me a few more times before letting go and planting another kiss on my shoulder. I sighed loudly.
"I guess taking a shower was pointless," I said as I looked down at my chest. Rafaella chuckled, reaching for the towel beneath me and started to wipe the substance off with it. When she finished, I turned around to face her.
"Let me... do you now," I said, still a little out of breath.
Rafaella nodded shyly and lowered herself down onto the bed. I climbed on top of her, leaned down and began to kiss her. I slid a hand up her shirt and started to fondle one of her breasts gently, causing her to whimper against my lips in response. She had a habit of stealing my t-shirts, which were obviously too big for her, but I didn't really mind. My hand began to travel down her stomach and hips until I reached her black lacy panties. I slipped my fingers inside of them and guided my hand to the spot between her legs. She was already really wet down there. I started to gently rub the area, making Rafaella moan a bit.
"Wolfgang..." She whispered as she reached up to grab the back of my head, her fingers entangling in my hair. Never did I think I'd hear someone say my name with such longing, such desire. I had mentally prepared myself to be alone for the rest of my life. I always thought I was better off that way. Maybe it was stupid, putting myself in a position like this. Rafaella could very well decide that this lifestyle wasn't for her and just leave me. After all, she didn't seem like the type of person who was used to such suclusion, unlike me. But... I didn't want to believe she would do that. She had already stuck by me for so long.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a knock at the door. The both of us froze awkwardly and looked at each other.
"Who the hell could that be at this hour?" I said, reluctantly sitting up.
"Better answer it," Rafaella replied as she scrambled to pull her shirt down.
I stood up from the bed, grabbed my pants off the the floor and quickly put them on. I made my way over to the front door and opened it. Standing just outside the door was a teenage boy with short, orange colored hair. It took me a moment to realize who it was.
"Ulric? What are you doing here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Hey big bro," Ulric greeted me with a smile. "I know this is unexpected but... well, it's kind of an emergency."
I sighed and gestured for him to come in. He nodded and stepped inside.
"So, are you going to answer my question?"
Ulric stood there quietly for moment, staring at the floor.
"Wolfgang... Mom...she... she found out about me," Ulric answered. "She kicked me out of the house."
My eyes widened a bit when I heard him say that. I instantly knew what he was referring to.
"Look..." He continued. "I have nowhere else to go. Can I just crash on your couch for a few nights? Maybe she'll cool down by then."
I sighed and opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, Rafaella approached us with a confused expression on her face. Ulric turned around and stared at her curiously.
"Who is this?" He asked.
"Oh... Um... This is Rafaella, my girlfriend," I answered. Ulric's jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
"Girlfriend!?" He shouted.
"Uh... nice to meet you," Rafaella said and smiled.
"This is my little brother, Ulric," I explained.
"I can definitely see the resemblence," She replied.
Ulric turned to me and lightly punched me in the shoulder.
"Congrats, bro!" He said. "Mom and I thought for sure you'd die alone!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Just go sit down, will you?" I responded as I started to shove him in the direction of the livingroom. The three of us took a seat on the couch, Rafaella on one side of me and Ulric on the other. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"Can I get one of those?" Ulric asked. I eyed him with a disapproving look.
"You shouldn't be smoking," I answered. "You're not even an adult yet."
Ulric looked at me like a dog begging for a treat. I sighed and handed him a cigarette.
"Thanks!" He said, taking it happily. "So how come you haven't been keeping in touch? I do worry about you, you know..."
I took a drag off my cigarette, then passed it to Rafaella.
"You already know why I don't want anything to do with the family anymore," I answered.
"Wolfgang, I understand what you're saying," Ulric replied. "But it happened so long ago... You can't stay mad forever--"
"Like hell I can't!" I shouted, making the both of them jump in their seats. I leaned in close to Ulric's face and pointed at the scar on my left cheek. "You're not the one who has to live with a constant fucking reminder!"
The two of them fell silent. I backed off and groaned in frustration. Ulric stared at me with a frown on his face.
"It hasn't been easy for me either," He said. "We grew up in the same house, remember? And now things are probably going to be worse for me now that mom knows I'm gay."
I sighed. Of course I wanted to be there to support my little brother, but I couldn't forgive my mom. Not after what happened.
"I just... I need some fresh air," I said as I stood up. Rafaella and Ulric quietly watched as I headed over to the front door and stepped outside. I stood there silently in the dark, leaning up against the wall, the door was cracked slightly. After a few moments, I heard the two of them begin talking to each other.
"Um... Ulric... what exactly happened?" Rafaella asked. "I mean... to Wolfgang."
"Oh, he didn't tell you? Well... I guess it's not the easiest thing to talk about..." Ulric answered, his words trailing off. "You see, my dad was a pretty horrible person. He used to beat us all the time."
"He did mention something about being abused," Rafaella replied. "But... he didn't go into detail, and I was too afraid to ask."
"That's not all of it," Ulric continued. "When Wolfgang was younger... our dad, he... he raped him."
I heard Rafaella gasp in horror. The truth was starting to spill out, and I hated every second of it.
"Eventually Wolfgang told our mom," Ulric explained. "But she didn't believe him. When my dad found out, he attacked Wolfgang with a knife, nearly cutting his eye."
"But... What about the other scars? The ones on his body?" Rafaella asked.
Ulric got quiet. I knew exactly what he was about to say. I wanted to run in there and stop him so bad, but I just couldn't. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the inevitable.
"Those are... self inflicted."
I slowly sank to the ground, holding my head in my hands. I felt so ashamed of myself. This isn't how I wanted Rafaella to find out. I wanted to be the one to tell her, but I could never seem to bring myself to do it. How could she not think of me as some kind of monster after knowing all that? It took a few minutes before I could go back inside. I didn't say anything to either of them for the rest of the night.
* * *
It was the next morning, I was already awake and getting ready for work. Ulric was asleep on the couch and Rafaella sat quietly on the bed, sipping on a cup of coffee. I was trying my best to put up a front, but I knew she could sense something wasn't right. I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I approached the sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Every day I had to see it, the nasty scar on my face. I hated it so much. I hated what it reminded me of. How could Rafaella possibly want someone like me? She called me cute... She called me beautiful... But when I looked in the mirror, I didn't see those things at all. I clenched my fists and, without thinking, punched the mirror, shattering it completely. My hand started to pour with blood, but I was too distraught to even feel the pain. Of course, the sound of glass breaking made Rafaella come running in almost immediately.
"Wolfgang!" She yelled. "What happened!?"
She took one look at my hand and started to panic.
"Oh my God! We have to get you to a hospital!"
I didn't respond, I just fell to the floor, hunched over myself and began to cry.
"I... I heard you guys talking last night," I said quietly.
"Wh-what?" Rafaella replied as she knelt down beside me.
"Now that you know everything..." I continued. "Do you still... mean all those things you said?"
Without another word, she wrapped her arms around me tightly, so tightly I thought our bodies would meld together.
"I love you," She whispered. "I love you so much... Nothing is ever going to change that."
I couldn't say anything, I just sat there and sobbed as she held me.