A/N: I don't own anything except Sage and the plot. Everything else belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Warning: This story is rated M for mature language, content, and future lemons. 18 years or older only. Thank you.

Much thanks to RemyKilday for pre-reading and providing so much love and encouragement.

I worship at the altar of HammerHips' ass. She blows my mind and rocks my socks.

Prologue

Sage POV

"Just stay the hell away from my sister!"

"I can't! I love her!"

Oh holy fucking hell.

Great mystery of life right here: How the hell did I get to this point?

Correction: How the hell did we get to this point?

There is no I in Team.

The point I'm talking about is me, wedged between my older brother and my boyfriend, a hand on each chest, as though that's actually going to stop them from attacking each other. In point of fact, it would probably stop my boyfriend, but I doubt it would stop my brother.

But I'm still forced to wonder how the hell we got here, on this spot, on this day, with the two most important men in my life at each other's throats.

This wasn't how I'd imagined the big reveal, that's for damn sure.

Moreover, my brother's anger was more explosive than I could've imagined.

Make no mistake here, I knew he'd be pissed, which is why I'd put off the "By the way, we're dating and enjoy having sex" conversation for the past six months. And before you say it, yeah, I'm aware that's a long fucking time to hide a relationship. Moving on.

I guess… maybe I should start at the beginning… or maybe close to the beginning. And I guess maybe that I should be a we again, because as I'm constantly being reminded, we are in this together and I'm sure he wants to throw in his take on things. Lord knows, it'll at least take some of the pressure off me if I'm not the one telling everything.