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They really are the couple in this world who need to get a divorce most, Lamine thought, his face expressionless. Sitting across from him was his half-brother Kylian, holding his Omega, Jude Bellingham, tightly in his arms. Jude was laughing heartily at every one of Kylian’s corny jokes, this usually sharp tongued firecracker was now nestled demurely against Kylian’s shoulder. Lamine found the scene rather comical, since Jude was actually a bit taller than his brother.
Kylian had promised their mother that Jude would be pregnant by Christmas. Jude just smiled without saying a word, which Lamine took as tacit approval. (P.S.: This gathering consisted of only four people: Jude, Lamine, Kylian, and their shared mother.)
Lamine let out a soft sigh, a reaction somewhat incongruous with his 19 years of age. If it weren’t for their mother calling him repeatedly to urge him to come, he wouldn’t have attended this absurd family gathering. But another important reason he was putting up with this “circus” was that—under the table—Jude was rubbing his ankle against Lamine’s calf.
Jude’s beautiful brown eyes would occasionally drift toward Lamine, though most of the time they were fixed on Kylian, his curled lashes casting a tender shadow. The way Jude looked at Kylian made it seem as if he were the most perfect Alpha husband in the world, but Lamine just wanted to laugh. Because he’d actually witnessed the two of them viciously cursing each other, and even coming to blows.
Perhaps every intimate relationship has an ugly side—something a 19-year-old couldn’t quite fathom yet. But Lamine is a smart kid, he could glean a thing or two from the fact that his mother had given birth to him and his brother Kylian with different men. If love were truly that flawless, then surely one of them, he or Kylian, would have to disappear.
Jude was now leisurely rubbing the tip of his shoe against Lamine’s calf. Lamine remembered that his brother had bought him those pointed toe leather shoes—what a bitch. Lamine chuckled softly, glanced at Jude sitting across from him, then quickly turned his attention back to the chicken on his plate.
In truth, he knew his brother wasn’t a perfect husband either, the messy business between Kylian and his ex, Neymar, was still fresh in Lamine’s mind. Lamine had actually really liked his brother’s ex, Neymar, it was more like a kind of admiration, and he’d previously hoped that Kylian and Neymar’s relationship would last a little longer. But there were simply too many differences between them. Lamine could admit that Neymar wasn’t a perfect saint, but what his brother Kylian had done had utterly broken Neymar’s heart. The final straw that broke their relationship was that, despite countless attempts, they had never been able to have a child.
If this had happened just once, you could say both partners were partly to blame, but this was already the second time, Lamine thought with a touch of schadenfreude.
“What are you laughing at, kid?” Kylian gave Lamine a light kick with his foot, startling Jude, who’d been flirting with him from under the table, into quickly pulling his foot back, which left Lamine feeling slightly annoyed.
“Nothing, really. Just remembered some stupid stuff my friend post on Instagram.” Lamine scratched his head innocently.
“Lamine, when are you going to bring your Omega home for mommy to meet?” their mother asked.
For a moment, the eyes of all three people at the table turned toward him. This time, it was his older brother Kylian’s turn to gloat. Just you wait, you won’t be laughing for long, Lamine thought to himself. Their mother looked concerned. As for Jude, that little bitch, he was leisurely enjoying his dessert. Lamine could tell from the way he licked the vanilla ice cream off the corner of his mouth that he was still acting all flirty. Still, Lamine had to admit that both he and his brother were totally into it.
Lamine continued to innocently scratch his yellow, instant noodle style hair, flashing a shy smile reserved only for his mom. “Oh, mom, I’m only 19. You should worry more about your future grandkids!”
The smug grin shifted from his brother’s face back to his own, and Lamine took a triumphant sip of his iced coke.
After dinner, watching Kylian and Jude argue in the car, Lamine couldn’t help but chuckle. This time, they were actually being pretty patient, they hadn’t started fighting right at mom’s doorstep. Lamine sat in his car scrolling for a while, less than five minutes later, someone knocked on his window.
Lamine looked up and, sure enough, it was Jude, his face flushed with anger—which actually looked pretty cute.
“Your brother’s heading back to the office again. Can you give me a ride home?” Lamine could tell how badly Jude wanted to yell “that jerk” right then and there, but he held back.
Lamine, of course, caught the subtext of that remark: “Come on, passenger princess!” He tossed the empty pizza box from the passenger seat into the back.
“Ew, you’re still such a slob!” Jude rolled his eyes but got into Lamine’s car anyway.
“Can I use the mint flavor today?” Lamine watched his brother’s Ferrari disappear from view, then started his Audi at a leisurely pace.
“You don’t have to wear a condom today.” Jude replied calmly, as if he’d just been reminding Lamine that it was going to rain that night.
Lamine froze for a second, then burst out laughing so hard his whole body shook, pounding the steering wheel. “You said it!” he said, then started laughing again.
“That’s exactly what I said!” Jude crossed his arms. “Don’t laugh so hard you lose your breath, or you won’t have any energy left tonight.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not my brother.” Lamine turned the steering wheel and headed toward his apartment. “Let’s go to my place this time. It’s easier to clean up, and we won’t risk Kylian finding out.”
As soon as they walked in the door, Jude pinned Lamine against the wall and kissed him passionately. Lamine placed both hands on Jude’s firm butt and squeezed them—he really loved the ass of his brother’s wife.
He still remembered their wedding in 2024, Lamine had long since forgotten what his brother Kylian had been wearing. He only clearly remembered how perfectly that long mermaid wedding dress suited Jude. Jude had a naturally great figure, narrow waist and long legs, and as he walked, that voluptuous ass, wrapped in white lace, would sway from side to side.
Lamine was only 17 back then, and he’d jerked off that night fantasizing about Jude’s ass. Kylian must’ve been fucking him at the time. What a lucky bastard, thought 17-year-old Lamine.
He never expected that two years later, the merciful Allah would actually grant the young boy’s lewd fantasy. 19-year-old Lamine slapped Jude’s butt hard, Jude bit his lower lip in a bit of a huff, then continued that wet kiss.
How on earth did they end up fucking? He really had his brother to thank for that. After getting married, Kylian and Jude’s most urgent wish was to have a child, too, but the joke writes itself, Jude just couldn’t conceive. Lamine secretly suspected that it was actually his brother’s problem, but it was Jude, who was suffering. That poor Omega had no idea how many tests he’d undergone, how many shots he’d gotten, or how many medications he’d taken—all of which had thrown him hormone levels into complete disarray.
One night, while Lamine was up late gaming, he got a call from Jude. Jude rarely reached out to Lamine, in his eyes, Lamine was more like a teenager who liked to act cool, sometimes aloof, sometimes chatty. Lamine could guess what Jude thought of him, but he still liked to hang around and say to his brother’s British wife, “Give me an English class, please.”
Lamine answered the phone and said, “¿Qué te pasa que me llamas tan tarde?” (“What’s up? Why are you calling me so late?”) He knew Jude had been learning Spanish recently.
First, he heard a series of rapid gasps, then Jude’s weak voice came through the phone: “Lamine… Lamine… Can you take me to the hospital? Please…”
Lamine knew Jude, usually proud and haughty, would never beg for help, something must be seriously wrong. He hurried over to Jude’s house. When he arrived, Lamine was surprised to find that the front door swung open with just a push. He glanced at the lock, it must have been broken by someone slamming the door violently. Thankfully, they lived in a safe, upscale neighborhood. Otherwise, Lamine couldn’t imagine what might have happened if someone had broken in.
Once inside, he found the living room in shambles, and a strong, almost pungent Cider scented Omega pheromone hit him. It was Jude’s scent—usually sweet and tangy, but now with a bitter undertone. Damn it, Jude was in heat, and Lamine felt his head start to spin.
Jude was curled up alone in the middle of a pile of clothes, his face covered in sweat, trembling slightly. That pile of clothes must have been the “nest” Jude had been trying to build. Lamine surmised that Jude had gone into heat early due to his recent emotional ups and downs and hormonal fluctuations.
The person Jude needed most right now was probably his older brother, Kylian. Lamine looked around and shouted his brother’s name, but no one answered. Shit, he suddenly remembered, this afternoon, his brother had texted him to say he was leaving for a business trip to Germany. He was probably off to meet up secretly with that Omega named Olise.
Lamine carefully stepped around the shards of glass on the floor, silently thinking to himself that, thankfully, Jude was a fairly tall Omega, he wouldn’t be at a disadvantage if he got into a fight with his brother. Lamine sat down beside Jude and released soothing pheromone. He could sense that Jude was in immense pain right now.
Kylian’s pheromones smelled like Cabernet Sauvignon, while Lamine’s smelled like Pinot Noir. At first sniff, the brothers’ pheromones seemed very similar, both smelled like red wine, but Kylian’s had notes of blackcurrant and cedar, while Lamine’s were more like raspberries and strawberries.
Jude, unconsciously, grabbed Lamine’s wrist. “Kylian, I don’t know why our relationship has turned out this way…” His voice, tinged with tears, sounded utterly aggrieved.
“Kylian, I really don’t want to take those pills anymore. Those damn pills always put me in a bad mood, and I really can’t stand going to the hospital every week! Those doctors swarm around me like I’m some lab rat!” Jude struggled to sit up, from his dazed expression, it was clear he still hadn’t realized that the person sitting across from him wasn’t his husband, Kylian, but his husband’s brother, Lamine.
This was the first time Lamine had ever seen Jude looking so pitiful, his face flushed and his eyes brimming with tears, and he felt a surge of secret excitement.
Lamine still remembered the smug, boastful air his brother had carried back when he’d brought this pretty Omega home. For a time, Kylian had been the most envied Alpha in their little circle, basking in unparalleled glory.
Could this really be how his brother treated Jude now? Lamine wiped away the last of the tears from the corner of Jude’s eye with his thumb. In his dazed state, Jude even pressed his face against Lamine’s hand, craving this rare moment of tenderness.
Actually, Lamine remembered how close they’d been right after they got married. Back then, Lamine would come stay with Kylian for a while during summer break. He still recalled those sweltering summer nights when Kylian and Jude, thinking he was already asleep, would “get up to some mischief” in the bedroom. But Lamine liked to stay up late gaming, so he always went to bed late.
Okay, this was actually a bit perverted, but Lamine sometimes liked to sneak a peek through the crack in the bedroom door: Jude’s favorite position was cowboy, when he rode Kylian’s cock, he looked like a dashing Omega cowboy. Jude’s plump butt jiggled up and down, and Kylian would slap them every now and then. The scents of Cider and Cabernet Sauvignon blended perfectly in the air.
Lamine’s favorite part to watch was when Jude was about to climax, at that moment, Jude’s waist would always go limp, like a perfectly ripe apple about to fall from the branch.
So Kylian would grab his fleshy thighs, take back control, and fuck him hard, each thrust drawing a tearful scream from Jude, who would then clap his hands over his mouth, trying to stifle those wanton moans so as not to wake “the sleeping” Lamine. Actually, Lamine had always wanted to tell Jude, “You don’t have to hold back—just scream like a whore while you’re getting fucked. I’m not asleep anyway.”
But Lamine has to say, Jude is a knockout, damn it.
Like any horny teenager, Lamine would sometimes watch porn with his best buddies. In hiss eyes, those porn stars always fell a bit short—this one’s ass wasn’t as big as Jude’s, that one didn’t moan as slutty as Jude… While his friends were drooling over the laptop screen with hard-ons, Lamine’s mind was filled with nothing but Jude’s ass.
MAKE LOVE NOT WAR. This was the lesson Lamine had always wanted to teach Kylian and Jude, but clearly, neither of them understood it. He couldn’t even remember when they’d started arguing, it would go on until late into the night. They’d even fight when Lamine came over to stay the night.
Jude accused Kylian of still having ties to his ex and now hooking up with a French guy named Olise. Kylian retorted, “Don’t act all innocent, Jude. I know all about you and your Norwegian ex checking into hotels together, and you’re still messing around with your boss, that old guy named Harry.” Then came a barrage of French and English profanities, followed by the sound of things being smashed. Lamine always stepped in just as they were about to come to blows, rubbing his eyes and saying, “I’m trying to sleep.”
MAKE LOVE NOT WAR. Whoever truly understands this phrase is free to make love. Lamine understood it, and so he successfully ended up fucking Jude that very night Jude turned to him for help. At first, Jude really couldn’t tell them apart, their pheromones smelled so much alike.
But once he realized it was Lamine fucking him, not his husband Kylian, he kissed Lamine of his own accord. He didn’t know why he did it, but ever since that night, they’ve been meeting and fucking secretly, right up to today.
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“My brother’s seed can’t work. Want to try mine?” Lamine raised an eyebrow, flashing a smirk that begged to be slapped.
Jude narrowed his eyes, flashing a defiant grin. “Don’t you dare waste this chance, or I’ll tell the whole world that you two brothers are both losers.”
So cocky, so arrogant, so sexy. Every time Jude provoked him, Lamine got so hard it hurt. Thanks to working out, Lamine was already much stronger than he’d been at seventeen. He shoved Jude down onto the couch, and Jude grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Jude’s teeth cut Lamine’s lip, but Lamine didn’t get angry, he just kissed Jude even harder.
“Does my blood taste good?” Lamine asked as he ripped open Jude’s shirt.
“Not as good as your cum.” Jude kicked off his pointed toe leather shoes.
When Lamine’s cock thrust inside him, the pain made Jude gasp. “Fuck, you little bastard, slow down.” He could tell Lamine was incredibly turned on today, he was so eager he hadn’t even taken the time to foreplay first.
Seeing Jude bite his lips until they turned white, Lamine realized he’d been too impatient today. He pulled out his cock, which was so hard it ached, and knelt down to lick Jude’s pussy. Don’t let Lamine’s young age fool you, at nineteen, he was already a master at eating pussy.
Lamine teased Jude’s clit with the tip of his tongue while thrusting his index and middle fingers into his pussy. His fingers were long, making Jude’s thighs tremble as his juices gushed out with a squelching sound.
Overcome with pleasure, Jude clamped his legs together, his fleshy, firm thighs squeezing Lamine’s cheeks. Pausing the cunnilingus, Lamine turned his head to kiss Jude’s inner thighs, one on each side. It tickled, making Jude giggle.
Lamine smirked smugly. “I’m better, right?”
Jude reached out to ruffle Lamine’s hair, but the boy dodged him, so he had to give up. “Right, right, right—a thousand times better than your brother.”
When Lamine’s cock slid back inside, it went in much more smoothly. He gripped Jude’s voluptuous thighs, pinning him in the couch as he fucked him. This wasn’t Jude’s favorite position, of course, but it was Lamine’s favorite. Lamine loved watching this defiant Omega cowboy get fucked into submission. Jude always started off with a sour expression, but soon Lamine would have him crying and screaming.
Taming an Omega who would never submit to his brother Kylian gave Lamine immense satisfaction. His hard cock thrust rapidly in and out of Jude’s wet hole, making Jude emit a throaty sound like a cat purring. Jude’s mouth hung slightly open, the tip of his tongue peeking out. Lamine knew he was begging for a kiss because he was enjoying being fucked so much. Lamine leaned down to kiss him, Jude’s mouth was just as wet and hot as his hole—the two places Lamine’s cock loved most.
After fucking him in the missionary position for a while, he flipped Jude over. Lamine pulled his cock out and patted Jude’s thigh. Jude knew what to do and rolled over, turning his back to Lamine. This position was more comfortable for Lamine, and it allowed him to thrust deeper. Now he was the cowboy, and Jude was the spirited wild horse beneath him.
As Lamine fucked him, he slapped Jude’s ass, making Jude’s plump buttocks jiggle with each blow. Lamine smiled and said, “You’re such a hoe.”
“For a vibrator, you sure talk a lot.” Jude’s legs were weak from being fucked, he was in ecstasy, but he wasn’t about to let Lamine win him in the verbal sparring.
“Well, I am the best vibrator out there.” Lamine wasn’t the least bit fazed by Jude’s words. But as far as Jude was concerned, he wasn’t wrong, Erling was really good, and Harry wasn’t bad either. But Lamine, the 19-year-old who was currently fucking him, seemed to be powered by a nuclear reactor. He didn’t rely on technique, but won purely through sheer strength and stamina. Jude had to admit that Lamine definitely had his own unique strengths.
Lamine thrust hard, slamming into Jude’s sweet spot. Jude lowered his head, his hands clutching the back of the sofa tightly, letting out a moan that rose at the end. Lamine leaned down to kiss him, and Jude, defiantly, bit down on the boy’s lip and tongue. Fuck, he really hated this brash little bastard, but their bodies fit together perfectly. This kiss, a mixture of saliva and blood, was truly filthy and messy—just like their secret relationship: sleazy yet incredibly thrilling.
Jude’s moans grew louder and louder as he was fucked. Fuck it, he didn’t care, he’d already decided to get pregnant with Lamine’s child. Let the neighbors hear it if they want, he was a total whore. He wiggled his ass like a whore, called his husband’s brother’s name like a whore, and tensed his body like a whore. He knew he was about to come.
“Lamine, Lamine, Lamine, fuck, I hate you…” Jude said to Lamine in a trembling voice, his pussy clenching tightly around Lamine’s cock as he came.
Lamine’s scalp prickled from the tight squeeze. “Is that so? That’s too bad, because I really like you, Jude.” Lamine kissed him again with the lip Jude had bitten, then picked up the pace of his thrusts, driving deep and hard with every stroke.
He wasn’t being sarcastic or lying, he truly did like Jude, even if their relationship was despicable, and even though they were always trading barbed remarks. Now Jude was about to conceive his child,his womb would carry his offspring, not his brother Kylian’s.
Lamine knotted up inside Jude and came, holding him tightly from behind the whole time, kissing him, and feeling their heartbeats in perfect sync. Actually, Cider and Pinot Noir blend quite well together, too.
“You little brat, were you serious about that?” Jude asked him in a hoarse voice.
“Take a guess,” Lamine said, deliberately adopting a cheeky tone.
“I really want to strangle you…” Jude rolled his eyes.
Lamine immediately raised his hands in a show of innocence. “Then the baby in your belly wouldn’t have a dad.” After saying this, he ran his hand over Jude’s flat stomach. “Don’t listen to your mom’s nonsense.”
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Two months later, Lamine got a call from his mom. She excitedly told him that his brother’s wife, Jude, was pregnant with twins, though his brother Kylian didn’t seem too excited about it.
Lamine smiled as he told his mom that his brother was always so busy with work, so he could make more time to take care of Jude.