Brother's Best Friend

Jump Off The Roof

YN had never been so disappointed to brush her own hair.

It had just felt so nice when Harry was doing it for her. He was so gentle, saying sweet words and filling her insides up with gooey warmth, directly contrasting the way he had teased her ruthlessly with her toys moments earlier. And he had to jump up and walk away from it all so quickly, leaving her alone to finish brushing her hair herself. In an empty room. On an empty bed. Filled with the memories of what had just taken place.

She finished getting herself ready for bed, realizing that in no way did she have the energy to do anything else for the night after doing that with Harry. YN even went as far as making up the bed and was about to get into it when Harry finished up helping her brother get ready for his date and knocked on the door again.

"Oh darling, you aren't going to sleep in that messy bed. Come on, come spend the night with me."

And who was she to disagree?

Harry held her close as they ate dinner and went to sleep early. Too early, maybe. But they were both pretty wiped out after the day in the sun and all the playing they had done. Maybe it was all for the best, though, because YN was able to sneak back into her room early in the morning before anyone was the wiser.

The only real downside was that she was left with time by herself to think and wonder and worry over what she was doing with Harry. The last few days had been so much fun, and she wouldn't take them back for the world. In fact, she wanted to live in this fantasy they were building together for as long as she possibly could. She reveled in the way he spoke to her, the way he touched her, the way he treated her. He could go from being so gentle to so harsh in the blink of an eye, and she loved living on the edge for it.

But what did it all mean? Who was she now that she knew she liked to be treated this way? Was she really getting into a secret relationship with her brother's best friend? Was it really a relationship at all?

She didn't know. And she was too afraid to ask.

So instead she continued on with the day as normal, meeting the rest of the family downstairs for breakfast (and eating a yogurt, a fruit, and and egg, because Harry's brows raised every time she tried to get up and clear her plate) before collecting their things and hopping aboard the yacht that her parents had chartered for the day.

YN had only dreamt of something like this - to be on a chartered yacht off the Italian coast on a warm day. Dressed in her favorite blue bikini and a silk cover up, a hat adorning her head as she continued to read her book she was taking it all in, she was grateful to have learned that Harry had some sort of in with the owner of the boat, and got a good deal on it for the family that day. The whole day felt like one big breath of fresh air.

They snacked on a charcuterie board for lunch, indulging in a few glasses of wine each and talking about their favorite parts of the trip now that it was nearing the end. YN of course had several favorite moments which she would be unable to tell the family, but she and Harry shared a knowing look when it came around to her turn. She lied, of course, and said she just loved the sound of the water on the beach and getting a chance to really read her book.

Harry said he enjoyed playing games, especially in the water, and YN almost choked on her sip of wine.

By mid afternoon, they were all pleasantly tipsy, and Harry was clearly having a hard time keeping his eyes off of YN. Her brother even noticed it at one point, groaning and shoving Harry when he was distracted by her. "Come on man, I swear to god if I find out you're fucking my sister I'm gonna punch you in the face."