balloon sling shot, or always play their music so loud you can't think."
"I had not thought of those things, especially a sibling using my bra as a water balloon sling shot. But that sounds like a damn good time."
"It was. The cups were perfect for a double launch attack," Jonathan said.
He and I laughed, and even Jess had a smile on her beautiful face. "It's not funny, it's embarrassing when you're a thirteen-year-old girl and your seven-year-old brother and all the neighborhood boys are playing with your bra. Including T.J. Reynolds, who I had a serious crush on at the time."
"A shy and embarrassed Jess? I can't even picture that."
"She was so mad, she even went crying to mom and dad. Then dad beat the shit out of me."
Jess covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry, Jonathan. I was stupid back then. I should've known that's what would happen."
"It's fine. It's not your fault," he said with a shrug and a frown.
I got the impression that their father's beatings may have occurred on a regular basis. Probably one of the reasons they moved out so young.
"So tell me some more embarrassing stories about your sister," I encouraged Jonathan, trying to distract them from the darkness they'd both fallen into.
...
Several more hilarious stories, a salad, baked potato and steak later, I was happy and full to bursting, stretched out in Jess's bed. Her head was lying on my chest while we picked up on the GoT marathon. We started with the first episode, since we both fell asleep at the beginning and missed it the night before.
While we were watching the opening song of the second episode, Jess looked up and smiled at me.
"Thanks for letting my brother hang out with us tonight."
"Sure. I like him. He's got some great stories about you."
Her eyes lowered. "So, I guess you've probably figured out part of the reason why I took him and moved out when I was seventeen."
"You were only seventeen?"
"Yeah, and he was eleven. My dad was abusive and it was … about to get worse."
"What about your mom?"
"She is … how do I describe her? Fucking nuts."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. She's certified crazy, and has actually been involuntary committed in the mental hospital several times."
"Did your dad hurt her?" I asked.
"Oddly enough, no. He, well, he loves my mom."
"Didn't he love you and Jonathan?"
"Ah, no. He made it clear he never wanted any kids. I was an accident, which is why he married my mom. Then several years later Jonathan was their second accident. My dad beat him worse than me, I guess because he was a boy and my dad thought he was tougher. I just knew we had to get out."
"Is that why you went to work at the strip club?"
"Yeah, but not at first. I waitressed before and after I graduated from high school, but didn't make enough to pay all the bills. Since going back home wasn't an option it was strip, work three minimum wage jobs, or end up homeless."
"You seem to be doing pretty well on your own."
"Now we are. It was hard at first. I worked a sleazy club and still had to waitress during the week too."
"You're amazing, you know that?" I asked her.
She turned her head away and sighed. "I just wanted to protect Jonathan, and couldn’t stand to see another bruise on him, or worse." She shivered, I assumed from the memories.
I rubbed my hands over her arms, then lifted her chin to kiss her, placing three more soft kisses against her lips before sliding my tongue across hers. She moaned in encouragement and all the blood in my body rushed south. I knew we couldn't take things further, but that didn't stop me from enjoying every second of our kiss.
When Jess straddled my hips and I felt her hand slide under the button of my jeans to undo them I groaned and pulled her hands away.
"What are you doing?" I asked her breathlessly.
Her lips moved down my neck, then, pulling away from my grip, lifted my shirt to kiss my stomach.
"My hands are fine," she said sliding my zipper down. "And my mouth is even better."
"Fuck
"I had not thought of those things, especially a sibling using my bra as a water balloon sling shot. But that sounds like a damn good time."
"It was. The cups were perfect for a double launch attack," Jonathan said.
He and I laughed, and even Jess had a smile on her beautiful face. "It's not funny, it's embarrassing when you're a thirteen-year-old girl and your seven-year-old brother and all the neighborhood boys are playing with your bra. Including T.J. Reynolds, who I had a serious crush on at the time."
"A shy and embarrassed Jess? I can't even picture that."
"She was so mad, she even went crying to mom and dad. Then dad beat the shit out of me."
Jess covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry, Jonathan. I was stupid back then. I should've known that's what would happen."
"It's fine. It's not your fault," he said with a shrug and a frown.
I got the impression that their father's beatings may have occurred on a regular basis. Probably one of the reasons they moved out so young.
"So tell me some more embarrassing stories about your sister," I encouraged Jonathan, trying to distract them from the darkness they'd both fallen into.
...
Several more hilarious stories, a salad, baked potato and steak later, I was happy and full to bursting, stretched out in Jess's bed. Her head was lying on my chest while we picked up on the GoT marathon. We started with the first episode, since we both fell asleep at the beginning and missed it the night before.
While we were watching the opening song of the second episode, Jess looked up and smiled at me.
"Thanks for letting my brother hang out with us tonight."
"Sure. I like him. He's got some great stories about you."
Her eyes lowered. "So, I guess you've probably figured out part of the reason why I took him and moved out when I was seventeen."
"You were only seventeen?"
"Yeah, and he was eleven. My dad was abusive and it was … about to get worse."
"What about your mom?"
"She is … how do I describe her? Fucking nuts."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. She's certified crazy, and has actually been involuntary committed in the mental hospital several times."
"Did your dad hurt her?" I asked.
"Oddly enough, no. He, well, he loves my mom."
"Didn't he love you and Jonathan?"
"Ah, no. He made it clear he never wanted any kids. I was an accident, which is why he married my mom. Then several years later Jonathan was their second accident. My dad beat him worse than me, I guess because he was a boy and my dad thought he was tougher. I just knew we had to get out."
"Is that why you went to work at the strip club?"
"Yeah, but not at first. I waitressed before and after I graduated from high school, but didn't make enough to pay all the bills. Since going back home wasn't an option it was strip, work three minimum wage jobs, or end up homeless."
"You seem to be doing pretty well on your own."
"Now we are. It was hard at first. I worked a sleazy club and still had to waitress during the week too."
"You're amazing, you know that?" I asked her.
She turned her head away and sighed. "I just wanted to protect Jonathan, and couldn’t stand to see another bruise on him, or worse." She shivered, I assumed from the memories.
I rubbed my hands over her arms, then lifted her chin to kiss her, placing three more soft kisses against her lips before sliding my tongue across hers. She moaned in encouragement and all the blood in my body rushed south. I knew we couldn't take things further, but that didn't stop me from enjoying every second of our kiss.
When Jess straddled my hips and I felt her hand slide under the button of my jeans to undo them I groaned and pulled her hands away.
"What are you doing?" I asked her breathlessly.
Her lips moved down my neck, then, pulling away from my grip, lifted my shirt to kiss my stomach.
"My hands are fine," she said sliding my zipper down. "And my mouth is even better."
"Fuck
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