Two Strangers of Brothers

Chapter 4

I reluctantly head down the stairs, taking my time as I make my way to the front door where I can hear the truck running.

I really don't want to see them, I feel so icky and dirty after what I just did in my room. It was a terrible thing. Sure, I've been trying to deny it, but I can't anymore. I'm attracted to my brothers. I'm a sick person. Maybe it's the fact that I haven't grown up with them that makes me feel this way towards them.

I push open the door, the glaring sun greeting my eyes, and I re-adjust the towel around my neck. I chose not to bring a shirt since I'm not going to be using it anyway. I feel self-conscious now as I walk towards the truck. They're both talking with their backs to me, their words hard to hear, so I quiet my steps.

"I don't want to sit next to him," I make out. It's hard to distinguish their voices in their hushed whispers, but I'm pretty sure it was Andrew speaking. I frown as my eyes trace over his figure from behind. He's the only one wearing a shirt out of the three of us.

"Why not? Suck it up. You're the big brother, so get over it. He says he didn't see anything." I watch as Isaac tries to reach for the keys in Drew's hand, only causing the shorter male to glare at him.

I clear my throat and they both turn to me, I keep my eyes on the truck and a silence falls over us. It's awkward that I was eavesdropping once again. Geez, I'm such a creep. I've messed up so bad this time that my own brother doesn't want to sit next to me.

I hear the sound of retreating footsteps and I watch as Andrew heads over to the other side, Isaac opens the door and gets in leaving me the window seat. I know he must be cramped sitting in the middle with the longest legs.

I climb in after him, twisting the end of my towel which hangs around my neck. Isaac's bare shoulder rubs against my bare skin and I bite my lip. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye but he already seems to be looking at me. Our green eyes lock and I quickly look away, a blush forming on my cheeks.

He knows. He knows. He knows.

He knows I'm a disgusting human being and that I was thinking some really dirty thoughts about them in my room.

I try to focus on the scenery outside of the car and not our brushing shoulders. We finally come to a stop and I almost forget to take my seatbelt off as I jump out of the car.

"Crap. We forgot the lunches," Andrew calls out in an irritated voice. I don't stare at him too long, a pain forming in my chest when I remember his earlier words.

"Oh darn." Isaac's voice sounds fake as he does a snapping motion with his fingers. "Guess I should go get them. But in the meantime, Drew, why don't you show Jamie the pier." Isaac suddenly pushes me backwards and I lose my balance, stumbling backwards until I'm caught by two arms.

I look up to see Andrew glaring at Isaac. I messed up. He really hates me now. I shouldn't have been snooping. I should have made my presence clear instead of just watching them. Stupid me.

Isaac hops back into the car leaving us in a cloud of dust. I swallow and remove myself from Drew's hold, who isn't even really holding me anymore.

"Well, there isn't really much to show. The pier's over there," Andrew mumbles pointing to a wooden pier. It looks pretty old, but stable.

"Do you hate me?" I blurt out, causing him to look at me in surprise, his blue eyes wide. I don't know where the words came from and I cover my hand with my mouth. I'm usually never one to rock the boat. I can't mentally handle waves and I've damn near capsized the boat by asking the dumb question. Of course I did something wrong and the best thing to do would to be to just keep my head low and stay out of his way.