Bound by freckles (Sebastian Sallow x Garreth Weasley x f!MC modern AU)

43rd Chapter - Rhys

So April was drawing to a close.

The weekend after my birthday, my family wanted to come over, but they couldn't get away in Devon after their car broke down, so we had a barbecue in the garden at Prydudd House that weekend.

Every night after that we wondered who was sleeping where, but none of us really wanted to be apart so we mostly all slept together in Sebastian's flat during the week and Arwyn's house at weekends.

Arwyn and Rhys looked after Arwyn's duke duties together, while Garreth, Sebastian and I worked. Usually they both went shopping together when we ran to work and so bought everything for the next day's meal, which was laid out for them by Garreth and sometimes Sebastian.

Rhys had Garreth teach him how to cook on the spot, and Ian by phone, so Garreth, Sebastian and Rhys were usually in the kitchen together while Arwyn and I cleaned up.

Despite becoming more and more people, the mess didn't get much worse than when Garreth and I lived alone.

It was really very harmonious and unexpectedly free of jealousy. The only ones who argued regularly were Arwyn and Rhys, which everyone confirmed to me was probably just normal arguments between siblings.

Ellie and I never actually fought, which was probably due to our big age difference, but Garreth and Hector fought all the time, and according to Sebastian, he and Anne used to fight all the time.

In a quiet moment, two days into the holiday, when Rhys and I were out in the garden tending our garden beds, we chatted a bit.

"Caelie, can I ask you a question?" "Of course." "Do you think Seb and Garreth would find it disgusting if I wore a dress in front of them?" he asked me quietly, almost shyly, as his head turned as red as the peppers that would hopefully grow here in the garden bed.

"No, but why would you wear a dress?", I asked, a little irritated by this question. "Because I think it's beautiful." "You think it's beautiful to wear women's clothes?" "... Yes.", he answered a little more quietly. "If you want, I can advise you on what suits you. And we can go through my wardrobe to see if I have things I don't wear anymore that will fit you," I said, smiling at him. He nodded but his head continued to be bright red.

"Those two and you too.... you are great people. I found it all a bit annoying when Arwyn wouldn't just leave without a word like he usually did, after that night in Exeter, but I'm glad it turned out that way. I haven't seen him that happy once in the last few years. And well, I couldn't be happier myself." "Me too," I replied, grinning at Rhys, who grinned back just as happily.

"But please don't tell my brother... about the dress." "No, why should I? It's none of his business what you wear, so don't worry. But can I ask you a question too? It might be a little awkward." "Um, yeah?" replied Rhys hesitantly, while looking rather sceptical.

"Arwyn told me a while ago how you two got into this.... Intimacy. And ever since then I've been wondering, how did you get the idea to start sucking your brother's cock?", I asked quietly but with a slight laugh as Rhys fell backwards and laughed out loud.

"I was expecting a much more awkward question," he continued laughing loudly, "It's quite simple. A guilty conscience. That was shortly after I attacked him. The wounds hadn't even healed properly and all I really wanted to do that evening was bring him a snack that Ian had made for him at my request. And then I came into his room and he was lying there in bed wanking. And then, I don't know, I just did it. And then he seemed so satisfied, and then I did it again the next night, and then again, and then we went on, but I was never into him or anything. Of course it was my satisfaction too, but that was just physical and nothing with feelings."