50 Shades of Family

Brother

I open my eyes to see the blinding sun, and my head throbs. I wish I'd have Advil in here last night. I look on the bed side table and sure enough there are two tablets there and a glass of water. I smile and turn on my other side to see the bare blonde goddess baking in the sunlight under my bed covers.

It was a good night.

Suddenly a buzzing fills the room on the other side of Sophie. She stuffs her head further into the pillow and scoots closer to me.

"Make it stop?" She groans and I smile. I prop myself up on my elbow to reach over and retrieve my cell phone. The time says 7:30 and the text from my dad reads:

"On our way home. We have a surprise."

That was one hour ago.

"Damn it." I curse and, quiet literally, jump out of bed causing Sophie to sit straight up and clutch the sheets to her chest.

"My parents are almost home and the house is trashed." I rush around my room to get dressed, but Sophie stays in bed a with a small smile on her beautiful lips.

"What?" I ask. It probably comes out a little more irritated than I meant for it to be, but her expression doesn't waver.

"What does last night mean? Like, for us?" I sigh and crawl onto the bed so we are eye level.

"Your mine." I capture her lips with mine then pull away sooner than both of us would like. "I'm going to try to go clean up a bit, if you want you can get dressed and come help or leave, I'm sure your dad's worried." I ramble on only causing her smile to grow.

Not only is it a normal smile, but she obviously has some plan forming in her head. To my complete and utter shock, she tears the coves off, exposing her bare body, and she sashays to the bathroom.

"I think I'll just wait for you in here." She winks, closing and locking the door.

Damn.

I take a deep refreshing breath before walking out to the living room, and I start picking up beer bottles, cups, and articles of clothing.

I look around and thankfully there are no body's folded over or stuffed in corners. I don't know what happened after I found Sophie because...I didn't want to leave the bed once she got me in it. I'm sure my sister helped clear the place out-

"Where's Phoebe?" I ask to my self just as a door clicks open.

"What the hell!"

I guess my parents are home. I don't bother to rush to the door, I know my dad will find me. I hear sets of feet make their way to me on both sides.

To the left, Sophie emerges from the hall in a tank top and a pair of pajama pants. I guess she too some of Phoebe's clothes from the laundry room. On my right, my father comes barreling around the corner.

"Theodore Raymond Grey!"

I look up to see my father's enraged face and for once, I have no appropriate come back for him. Just as I open my mouth to explain everything to him, another pair of feet round the corner. This time smaller than my dad or mom's. I look up from the feet and see a small boy about five years old with reddish hair and tan skin. I've never seen him before.

"Who's this?" I hear Sophie's voice from behind me but continue staring at the boy. He obviously feels uncomfortable as he takes a cautious step behind my mother.

"Sophie, I think it would be best if you leave." Dad instructs. I hear a a few cups and trash rattle around before Sophie walks past me and to the front door. Neither of my parents turn to watch her leave. My father's eyes stay on me. Sophie stops at the door to turn and mouth "call me" before she finally leaves the house.