My Brothers Love

There was a constant tapping coming from the other side the side of the kitchen island. I looked up from my book and stared at Alex, he was sitting with his own History book open before him, tapping his pencil on the surface of the tiles as if he was nervous. I didn’t say anything and stared back down at my algebra book, why did teachers think they had to give you something new every day?

Trying to keep my thoughts from my brother opposite me, I pulled out a piece of scrap paper and began to write out one of my problems.

“Who claimed Florida and when?” Alex suddenly said.

I frowned and looked up at him, he was watching me. “Like as when it became a state?”

“No, the answer’s 15-something.”

I stared at him, and he stared at me. “And why can’t you just look through your book?”

He shrugged, “I’m too lazy, and I know you know the answer.”

“What do you give me?”

“What do you want?” I pushed my algebra across the island at him. He smiled, “that all?”

I hesitated, not liking the smile he was giving me, he was plotting something again, “yes...”

“Well, one of my problems is only worth one of yours.”

“Oh fine, I’ll do your damned home work.”

He smiled again, before writing something down on a piece of paper and tucking it into his book and handed it over to me. He took my algebra book and looked down at the problems I had for the day. I opened the book and looked at the piece of paper he had placed inside.

You still have to prove to me you’re not a virgin, he had written. I hesitated for words for a few moments, I had forgotten the reason he had me pinned to the wall in the hall two days earlier. I couldn’t believe he even still cared about it.

“And you still have to answer my question,” I finally said.

He finished writing out one of the problems before looking up and giving me a mischievous smile, “does it really matter?”

“Yes.”

He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head cause his shirt to lift and show his flat stomach. I swallowed; he was doing that on purpose. He smiled at me, watching as my eyes lingered at his bare stomach.

I gave a groan and snapped his book shut, “I’m not doing your homework until you tell me.”

“I’ll tell you when you’re done with my homework, and then we’ll work on you proving you’re not a virgin to me.”

I stared at him, and he smiled at me. He had his hands tucked behind his head, his shirt still above his stomach. I mumbled to myself which only caused his smile to grow.

“Hey kids, you hungry?” our dad asked walking into the kitchen.

I quickly grabbed the paper Alex had written on and crumbled it in my hands. Alex’s smile only seemed to grow at my action, then he looked at our dad.

“Can we get pizza?” he asked as if everything was completely normal.

“Sure, where from?” dad asked, standing besides me, leaning on the island.

“Pizza Hut,” Alex replied.

I stared at the book in front of me, studying the binding. Suddenly dad poked me in the side causing me to jump.

I looked at him and he laughed at me, “heard you got a date with Ben.”

“Yeah... Saturday. How’d you hear?”

He nodded towards Alex, “he talks rather loud on the phone. Something about getting Brook and a couple others to come crash the date.”

I sent Alex a wide-eyed look, “you wouldn’t dare!”

“I have other things up my sleeve too.”

Our dad chuckled, “what do you two want on the pizzas before I let you go at it?”

“Pepperoni and mushroom,” Alex said, his hands were still behind his head and he looked rather relaxed as he watched me.

“Sick. Bacon and onion,” I said, glaring at him. I couldn’t help but wonder who he was talking to when he was discussing crashing my date with Ben. I knew he didn’t want me to go out with him, but he didn’t have to go and ruin my first date ever.

Our dad just chuckled before he spoke again, “isn’t that Zuri’s homework?”

Alex shrugged, “she’s doing mine, so it’s all good.”

I remained silent, waiting for our dad to leave so I could cuss him out. And boy did I have a mouthful to yell at him!

This time our dad shrugged, “so long as it gets done, just don’t forget to transfer it to your own hand writing. The teachers will know other wise.”

“It’s always nice when your father gives you cheating advice,” I said smirking at him.

“Well someone’s gotta teach you the ropes.” He kissed my forehead before messing up my hair, “I’m going to go call your mom and see if she’ll pick up the pizza.”

I watched as he left the kitchen before turning on Alex, “who the fuck were you talking to about crashing my date?!”

“Language dear sister, language.”

“Don’t ‘language’ me! Who were you talking to, and if you even think about going through with it, you’ll pay!”

“We’ve discussed the circle already. You do something to me, I do something to you, and it goes on and on.”

“I don’t mean the circle pay, I mean the ‘cutting off your balls and feeding them to the basenji down the street’ pay!”

This seemed to piss him off, as he leaned forward, glaring at me mincingly.

“Shit...” I murmured more to myself then to him, “went too far that time didn’t I?”

“Damn straight you did!” he stood from his stool, and I jumped off of mine.

“You know I didn’t mean it.” I began backing towards the door as he took slow and precise steps towards me. “It’s just I deserve to go on a date, even if you don’t like the guy I’m with. And you can really piss me off some times!”

He was still coming at me at a slow and steady pace. I had backed all the way out of the kitchen, and could see the stairs out of the corner of my eyes. My room and refuge was up those stairs. In the past two days though, I had learned I couldn’t make it all the way to my refuge without him catching me first. There was always the downstairs bathroom, but he’d probably catch me before I made it there too. Could always fake him out; pretend like I’m running to the living room, but turn at the last moment and dash up the stairs. Damn, I was in trouble either way I went!

He continued to glare at me. Surely he wouldn’t actually physically hurt me... he was too nice to do that or at least I hoped he was.

I hadn’t realized I was still walking backwards until I tripped on the bottom step. I landed on the steps, the air rushing out of me. Alex didn’t waste his time with me down; he grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled me onto my feet, before pulling me up the steps.

I didn’t resist too bad while he half-dragged me up the stairs, I didn’t want to provoke him into throwing me over the railing. Once we were safely on the landing, I began to struggle more. He seemed determined though, and his grip on my wrists tightened as he pulled me towards his bedroom.

“Alex?” I asked, curious as to why he wasn’t even saying anything.

But he didn’t answer me, he just pulled me into his bedroom, slamming his door shut and pushed me towards the bed.

Oh god! He was going to rape me! I began to struggle harder, but he was stronger then me, as I was sure most guys were. I found the back of my legs against the bed, and he proceeded to shoving me backwards. Once again the air rushed from my lungs, and my head quickly spun around.

With quick movement, Alex spread my legs that were hanging off the bed and placed him self between them, before grabbing my wrists again and holding them above my head. Before I had the change to yell for help, his mouth covered mine.

And involuntary moan escaped my throat as his tongue entered my mouth. His actions were no longer as rough as they were when he pulled me into the room and pushed me on the bed, so maybe he was calming down. He moved my wrists so that they were both in one of his hands. Slowly he took his now free hand, and ran it down my arm, he barely touched me but it was enough to give me goose bumps and another strange sensation. His hand stopped at my breast and lingered there for a moment, his thumb running over my hardened nipple.

Another moan came from me. Why was he torturing me like this? He hadn’t stopped kissing me, so I hadn’t even managed to get a decent breath since he had pinned me on the bed. It didn’t help that he was a good kisser and I liked kissing him. I shouldn’t like kissing him; he was my brother after all.

His hand left my breast and trailed its way down my stomach and to the hem of my jeans. It wasn’t until I felt a sudden slack in them that a strange, almost scared, sound came from me, and I froze. Alex finally stopped kissing, and I took several deep breaths.

“Relax,” he told me, slowly pulling the zipper of my jeans down, watching me all the while.

I tried to move out from under him, but I was completely useless in the position he had me in. “What are you doing?” I finally managed to get out, though it was barely over a whisper.

He gave me his wicked “I’m plotting” smirk. “I want to see if you’re as affected as I am.”

I frowned in thought, “affected?” I realized what he meant when tugged my pants down with his one hand. “Don’t,” I gasped out.

“Just relax and trust me. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, kissing me lightly, his fingers trailing along the inside hem of my blue underwear.

A/N Sorry this is a couple days late, and sorry for the evil little cliffhanger, but hey, makes you wanna read more, makes me want to write more! I'm only pausing from writing more to get this chapter up. Haven't decided yet to wait for friday to post the next chapter or post it when I'm done... I'll ponder that while I write.