I looked at Ali and it was like looking in a mirror. His blond hair flicked up in the same way as mine did, and his eyes radiated with the same immeasurable shine. He was beautiful, and so was I.

“Should I put that ribbon in your hair for you?” I came close to whisper.
“Don’t play with me, Jase,” he replied, looking down at his knees with a mock innocence that could fool anyone.
I pushed against his thigh with my palm, pulling the ribbon from his fingers with my other hand. “You’d look so pretty in this ribbon.” I ran it around his head, brushing lightly against his neck, grinning at his shudder of pleasure. Tying it in a drooping bow I backed off slightly. “See? Beautiful.”

Ali flashed his eyes at me and craned his neck upwards. My lips met his softly as he wound his arms around my back. I pushed him onto the bed, looking down at him.
He smiled back and whispered, “I love you Jase.”
To answer I only kissed him, starting to wind down his chest, safe in the knowledge that my brother would never hurt me.