by Rona Jameson
I hid my reaction, instead of letting the bitch see how much she’d gotten to me. “Yeah well, that’s the thing about siblings. One minute we’re arguing and the next we’re best friends again.” I grabbed my things together and turned to face Corinne. “I love my brother and I’m not embarrassed to admit it. That won’t ever change.”
“Corinne,” Rogan shouted, moving closer to me, water dripping down his body with Chase beside him.
I couldn’t think with the beautiful sight in front of me, but Rogan’s angry glare at Corinne certainly brought me back to the present.
“What is your problem? Fallon is my sister and we’ll always stick together, so leave her alone.” He stared at Corinne for a few tense moments before he slung his arm around my shoulder, and turned me toward home. “Go change,” he whispered.
I was about to say something back, but the look Rogan gave me was serious, so I decided to keep quiet and headed toward the house instead. I wasn’t going to do what he wanted, though. We were supposed to be going to the movies soon, so if he thought I was going to put jeans and a sweater on in this heat, he was mistaken. Rogan hadn’t been specific, but he’d meant for me to be completely covered so his friends wouldn’t look at me. His best friends were off limits. I wasn’t even sure I’d date them if I could. I liked Chase, but I’d known him since I was five, which made no sense considering how obsessed with Rogan I’d become. I’d known him since I was two.
“Stop talking to yourself.” Rogan ran up beside me. “Julia was complaining you were alone, so I came to rescue you since Corinne volunteered.”
My head snapped around. “You better keep her away from me. That girl is trouble.”
“That’s exactly what you are in that scrap of material.” He glanced over me again before averting his eyes.
“God,” I grumbled, “you sound just like Dad.”
“That’s because Dad knows exactly what teenage boys want,” Rogan said.
I stopped and forced him to look at me. “You’re only thirteen months older than me. Still a teenager. Just like Chase is.” I smirked. “He’s hot.” I ignored Rogan when his jaw dropped open and I quickly entered the house and ran upstairs to my bedroom.
A few minutes later, as I tugged a maxi dress over my head, Rogan pushed his way into my room and slammed the door closed. He leaned against it with his ankles crossed.
“You can’t be encouraging my friends, Fallon.”
“I could have been naked in here,” I commented, dismissing his.
His eyes heated. “You’re not.”
“I could have been.” I snapped my mouth closed and pulled a pair of socks on before sitting on the bed to put my Converse on. “Not that you’d notice,” I muttered.
Rogan rubbed at his forehead. “I’d notice…What is going on with you?”
“You keep asking me that.”
“Because you haven’t answered.”
“I can’t answer if I don’t know the answer.” I shrugged and laid back so I could stare at the ceiling. “Do you ever get tired of having people watching you all the time? Like they’re waiting for you to put a foot down wrong before they pounce and point out what an idiot you are.”
“Let me grab a towel.” He headed toward the bathroom. “Don’t go anywhere.”
I stared and wondered what was going through Corinne’s head if she was waiting for me to have a big falling out with Rogan. That wasn’t all, what did Corinne mean by looking around him? Rogan saw just fine. He had his head screwed on better than anyone I knew.
Rogan came back into the room and my eyes widened when I saw a blue bath towel wrapped around his waist.
“My shorts were wet,” he said in explanation. “Don’t want to soak the couch.” He shrugged, dropping onto it. “The answer to your question is yes, I get fed up with it all. Always having to be on top in order to perform on the field. Everyone expects something from me…except you.” He smiled softly. “You never expect anything from me, and yet, you’re always there cheering me on, defending me.”
“You do the same for me.”
“I’m supposed to. I’m your older brother.” He smirked, knowing how much him saying that annoyed me.
“By thirteen months.” I grinned. “Remember that.”
He rolled his eyes and laughed. “As though you’d let me forget.”
“Right, buster.” I rolled to my stomach. “Does Leon really like Julia?”
Rogan laid on his stomach and frowned. “He doesn’t really say much, but, after today, I’m guessing he does. He likes to jerk around, but he only does it with the girls he really likes.”
“I’ve seen firsthand how Leon likes to jerk around.”
Rogan narrowed his eyes and I grinned as I rolled over to stare at the ceiling again.
“If you keep bringing that up, I’m going to tell Leon that Julia and you watched him,” he growled.
I turned my head and met his gaze, swallowing hard. “I bet you don’t tell him that it’s you I dream about doing that.”
Rogan dropped his face into the sofa, his fists tightly clenched. When he finally lifted his face, he said, “You can’t talk like that.”
“Can you look me in the eye and tell me you don’t imagine me naked? Touching me? Imagine what it would feel like to have my hands touching you?” My breathing was as heavy as Rogan’s. “Because I imagine what it would feel like to touch you. How it would have felt if you’d been lying on the lounger on your back and my hands had slipped into the front of your shorts instead of the back. I dream, Rogan.”
“You shouldn’t be saying shit like that to me.” He closed his eyes. “I’ll never get what you said out of my head.” His gaze met mine.
“I’m sixteen and in love with my brother. I’ve never been kissed. I bet you had by the time you were my age.”
“Jeez, make me feel old, why don’t you.”
Silence followed and I was sure Rogan was asleep, but then he mumbled, “Don’t rush into anything, Fallon… Please.”
Meeting our friends for a movie had been forgotten.
12
Fallon
I heard a car outside, and tossed the covers off the top of the bed and padded to the window. I looked out through my curtains and saw Mom and Dad drive off, and then noticed the time on the alarm clock. Just past ten. At least they’d left me in bed instead of trying to get me up and dressed for church. I didn’t mind going, truth be told, but the weekends were my only time to sleep in during the school year.
I was still half asleep when I glanced toward the sofa where Rogan had fallen asleep. I’d settled down not long after, so I wasn’t sure when he’d left my room, or even what happened to Julia and the others. That made me feel like the worst friend on Earth. I shouldn’t have left the river without Julia, although I did trust Leon and Chase to get her home.
My clothes from the day before were wrinkled, I’d been too exhausted to wake and change. I shook my head and headed out of my room but stopped when I noticed Rogan’s door slightly open.
He never left it open.
I peered through the gap and didn’t see him, so I slipped inside while my heart pounded. I wasn’t supposed to be in his room without him, but it was too tempting. I moved toward his bathroom and just as I poked my head around the corner, the shower came on.
Sweat broke out on my forehead and my hands clenched together against my chest as if I could keep my heart from beating right out of it. Water ran over Rogan’s head, pounding down his strong back to slide over the firm globes of his butt. I gulped, unable to move. My eyes traveled down his strong thighs to his feet and then slowly moved up the body I couldn’t stop dreaming about, let alone looking at. He turned slightly, and I got a whole new look at him.
It took me a moment to realize my body throbbed in reaction to the sight before me. My eyes moved to Rogan’s face but his eyes were closed, which I was glad about because my eyes wandered back to the part of him that really did make him a man. He certainly didn’t look
like a boy.
He was thick and swollen, larger than I thought possible. One hand gripped his penis in a tight hold as he threw his head back. The other landed on the glass shower door while the one gripping his flesh sped up. I found my breath was in time with his, and as Rogan started to groan and curse, my eyes wouldn’t leave what he was doing. I watched, wanting to know what happened next. I knew what happened at the end because Julia and I had watched something on the Internet once. But I wanted to finish watching Rogan. It was so much hotter and exciting than the video we’d seen. My young body craved something unknown and I felt hot and flushed. A loud grunt and hiss from Rogan ended my musings as I watched him in the height of pleasure.
“Oh,” I mumbled, and panicking, I quickly turned and ran back to my bedroom, making sure my bedroom door was locked.
I’m going to hell!
I moved quickly, and tossed my clothes off. I headed into the shower, thinking that maybe I could wash away what I’d just witnessed. Why couldn’t Rogan have locked his bedroom door? I always locked mine when I was about to take a shower. Did he do it on purpose knowing we were the only two in the house?
The hot water didn’t do anything for me as my heart continued to pound. My hands clenched into fists while I let the water pour down, soaking me. I had to force my hands up to my hair, which I quickly washed. I then stood on the mat, drying myself, gasping at the feel of the rough towel against my sensitive body. Just the slight touch was enough to make me blush. I was so grateful Rogan had kept his eyes tightly closed and had no clue I was there. I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep the knowledge from my face. I blushed so easily, and the moment I did, Rogan would know something was up and that I was embarrassed. With my luck he’d know exactly why I was as red as a tomato.
I pulled shorts on, along with a white T-shirt and white Converse, the damp strands of my long hair haphazardly pinned to the top of my head. I coated my lips in a pale pink lip-gloss, smacking them together to make sure it was even. The full-length mirror on the closet door told me I looked good. The tee I wore used to be baggy in the chest area, but was tight after the growing up I’d done over the summer.
Not being able to put off leaving my bedroom a moment longer, I headed downstairs. Nerves fluttered in my belly after what I saw in the bathroom. I kept telling myself that I could do it. I could face Rogan without one bit of embarrassment, or at least not where he could see it.
As luck would have it, Rogan hadn’t appeared, so I popped some bread into the toaster oven and got the Keurig going. I didn’t drink a lot of coffee and tended to save it for Sunday mornings. That way it was a treat. Something to savor.
“Make me one, will you?” Rogan said, appearing in the kitchen. “Please,” he added.
I made him a cup of coffee along with two slices of toast and jam. We ate it in silence at the kitchen table.
It was weird because I kept feeling Rogan’s eyes on me and didn’t really know what to make of it. I hoped he hadn’t spotted me leaving his room, and that he wasn’t trying to figure out what to say to me. So I waited for him to meet my gaze and then raised a brow in question, trying to forget what I saw while I sat with him over breakfast.
“Your tee shrunk in the wash.” Rogan stood to take his empty plate to the sink.
I smirked. “It hasn’t shrunk, my boobs have grown.”
The sound of a plate breaking on the tiled kitchen floor pulled my eyes toward him just in time to see him reaching for a jagged piece.
“Don’t touch it.” I jumped up. “I’ll get the broom.”
He sighed and let me clean the mess up while he did the few dishes we’d used.
“Are you meeting Leon and Chase?” I asked, looking for something to say.
“I am,” he mumbled, avoiding my gaze, which ate at my curiosity.
“Am I missing something?” I asked, frowning while watching him closely. There was something he was trying to avoid telling me because it looked like he was squirming at my questions.
I was sure of it.
“No,” he lied.
I narrowed my eyes at my brother, and announced, “In that case, I’ll come with you.”
His head snapped up and panic crossed his face.
“I have nothing else to do.” I shrugged.
Rogan stayed quiet as I moved to stand in front of him. “Unless, you really don’t want me to hang out with you?”
He inhaled and slowly exhaled. “That isn’t it.”
“Good. Should I ask Julia?”
He looked sick as he rubbed at his brows. “Leon already asked her.” He winced.
I didn’t want him to see the hurt on my face, so I gave him my back.
“Fallon,” he called, an apology in his tone.
I ignored him. “I’ll grab a jacket.”
It hurt that he obviously hadn’t wanted me to go with them—more so because Julia would be there, and Julia had been invited.
From where I sat in the back of Rogan’s car, I could see the way his thighs moved when he changed gears. I wished I were in the front instead of being squished into the back. Julia was in the middle with Leon next to her. Chase of course was in the front messing with the radio while Rogan got pissed at having the channel changed.
I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Julia about what happened yesterday, and from the way she kept looking at me, I thought Julia had something to say. Not about me, but about what she had gotten up to with Leon. Which brought the image of Rogan in the shower to the forefront of my mind.
“I think I need to wash my eyes with holy water,” I blurted, causing Rogan to suddenly break.
“What! Why would you make a comment like that?” Rogan looked over his shoulder and narrowed his gaze.
Sometimes I wished I could keep my thoughts to myself because there wasn’t always a filter between my brain and mouth.
Heat spread from my chest to my face and it was only Chase’s laughter that got the heat off of me.
“What?”
“Ease up, man.” Chase shook his head. “You probably don’t want to know what she’s seen.”
Julia snorted.
I finally found the funny side and giggled.
Rogan threw another glare over his shoulder and I shrugged. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
I wondered if he could hear the nervousness in my voice. He would worry if he ever discovered what I’d seen. I didn’t even want to think about what I’d seen anymore. Perhaps I needed something more than holy water.
Julia nudged me. “Holy water?” she whispered, and chuckled. “I think we need to talk.”
“We do need to talk,” I mumbled, hoping only Julia heard me.
“Good.” Julia clapped her hands together. “We’re here.” She shoved me out of the car and laughed before slipping her arm through mine. “Restroom,” Julia announced and dragged me off before another word was said.
I glanced back at Rogan from over my shoulder and caught his gaze on me. He looked worried, which sent a bolt of unease through me. He hadn’t wanted me to come with them. Why?
Shaking my head, I entered the diner with Julia. It wasn’t busy, but it would be within the hour as church came to a close and families came to eat Sunday brunch. Luckily, the restrooms were empty.
“Oh my God, your face went bright red,” Julia said the minute the door shut.
I turned away. “It did not go bright red.”
“I’m not color blind. You were red!” Julia bumped my hip with her own while watching me through the mirror. “I’m still waiting for an explanation about the holy water.”
“It just popped out of my mouth.”
Julia narrowed her gaze, but let me off the hook. “So, I went swimming with Leon, and to my surprise, my best friend had disappeared with her brother. Corinne was pissed. Want to explain what happened?”
“Nothing happened.” I sighed. “Rogan wasn’t impressed with what I was wearing. We argued.” I glanced at her. “What happened with you and Leon?”
Julia blushed and I laughed at the sight. I had no idea Julia could blush so brightly.
“He kissed me,” Julia said so softly, and there was a look on her face I hadn’t seen before. “More than once.” She clutched my arm. “He touched me and…and he gently rubbed my…you know.” Julia glanced downward.
I frowned. “Boobs?”
Julia blushed even more. “Further down,” she barely whispered.
My eyes widened. “What did it feel like?”
“Oh!” Julia’s hands covered her cheeks as she turned the cold water on. “So good. I lost my mind.” She splashed her very heated face. “It made me feel so good, and when he pulled my panties to the side and then touched me, I couldn’t have told you my name. My body lost control.”
“I feel really warm.”
I splashed cold water on my face while I imagined having Rogan touch me there. Then I snapped my eyes shut tightly when the image in my head became vivid. I didn’t even want to think about that. But the image wouldn’t disappear. I saw his large hands moving closer and closer to my panties…
“I want to get him alone to do it again,” Julia admitted, breaking into my fantasy.
Thankfully.
“Did Leon, um, you know?” I glanced down and wiggled a brow.
Julia giggled. “I’m not sure, but he felt thick when he rubbed against me.” She got a sappy look on her face. “I think next time I want him to do the same but without any clothing between us.”
My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to speak, but Julia quickly slapped her hand over it. “Don’t say anything. I don’t mean have sex. Just mess around. I want to learn everything there is to know about the opposite sex.”
I nodded. When Julia removed her hand, I asked, “You do like Leon, though, right? I mean, you’re not just using him?” Julia looked hurt by my question, so I added, “I’m sorry, it’s just all so new to me. I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”