Kin
By Vanilla Tiger
AN: Wellscest. Be warned.
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Tucker always felt that fucking his little brother was basically masturbation:
same name, same blood, same too pale skin that bruises so damn easy.
Even their differences could only make them seem like two halves of the same
person. Yin and yang, opposites forming a whole. Tucker was dark where Andrew
was light, he was knowledge to his brother’s confusion, strength to his weakness.
And Andrew was weak. All it took was three simple words to bring him to his
knees.
“I love you,” Tucker says, and Andrew opens up.
Who knows? He might have even meant it, deep down.