Family Ties/Jessica Jacob talk B
From Create Your Own Story
You know its wrong. You really do. But you can't help yourself. In a weird way you even understand your brother a little better.
Drawing a deep breath, you carefully walk up to your brother. He snaps his head to the side as you come to a stop.
"WAAHHGHAA!!?!?!" he yelps, pushing himself away from his desk and sending him tumbling backwards in his chair. The plug to his headphones pop out of the speaker jack and his speakers loudly blare some loud angry music. You cover your mouth with your hands, feeling guilty that you surprised him so badly.
Jacob quickly scurries up off the floor and - with his thing still hanging out of his pants - he hits the power button on his speakers and slams his laptop closed.
"What the hell Jess?!"
You stare back at your brother, but not at his face. He follows your gaze then realizes he's still 'exposed' and throws his hands to his crotch, pushing and pulling everything back into place in the nick of time.
"Jake! What the hell!?"
You twirl around to see your beautiful sister standing in Jacob's doorway. She points an angry finger at your brother.
"I warned you about blasting your stupid music! I will have mom take your laptop away!"
"What are you yelling for?! It was an accident!"
"So it's Jess's fault? Whatever, I don't even care. Just leave me alone!"
Heather slams the door before you or your brother can respond. She seems extra bitchy tonight. If only she knew what Jacob was doing.
A few moments pass before the silence is broken.
"Uhh... Jess? What- ummm..."
You turn around again, facing your brother. He's blushing, both nervous and embarrassed.
"Did you... see anything?" He pauses. "I mean, I know you saw my junk, but... what... please, you can't tell anyone." Finally blurting it out seems to give him some amount of relief. But he's not only acknowledging what he was doing, he's also begging you to keep quiet. You've never seen your brother beg like this before. He's very sincere and pretty desperate. It is clearly a 'life or death' sort of thing as who knows how much trouble he could get into.
Standing there calmly in front of your brother, so much has happened yet you haven't even spoken a word yet.
