A Father's Love

A Father's Love-Chapter 3

I was attempting to take a shower despite the cast when I heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I asked.

"The King of Persia." Alex said teasingly. It was ten at night.

"Come in...your majesty." Alex opened the door.

"Need some help fair maiden?" He asked with a bow.

I flushed. "Yes, actually." I watched through the glass as my brother casually stripped in front of me. He slid the glass door aside and stepped in next to me. I was a little embarrassed, considering the last time we were naked together had been by accident when we were twelve. He didn't seem embarrassed though. He slid past me and then stood behind me. He gently tilted my head back, slowly rinsing out my hair, and then began to rub my back gently.

"Alex?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"You're my sister."

"But we're not supposed to shower together."

"Damn what dad says." Alex bit out angrily.

I whirled to face him. "Watch your language!"

He held my arm out of the way of the water's stream. "I don't have to. Rick isn't the same anymore. He's nearly killed you...twice. From what Dylan says, dad almost didn't leg Craig go to the hospital."

"What?" I asked, horrified.

Alex suddenly put his arms around me, his body shakning. "Please..." He choked out.

I looked up to find tears running down his cheeks. Setting my arm against the wall, I took the other and wiped the tears away. I stepped back, pulling him under the stream of water. He closed his eyes as I did his hair. When we were both done showering, we stood in the water for a few minutes. Alex still looked to be almost in tears.

He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my body. Alex gently lifted me out of the shower onto the carpet. He took another towel and wrapped it around his waist, then he pulled out a hair dryer.

"Alex, you don't have to..."

"Sure I do." He said. My eyes trailed down his chest as he worked. After puberty hit, his muscles had become bigger and were now well toned. I noticed the beginnings of a six pack, partially covered by his towel. It was only then that I realized Alex had matured into a man. Sure he was still goofy and childish, but his behaviour proved he could act with authority. Once my hair was dry, he brushed it out until the chesnut locks fell around my shoulders. "There, much better." He kissed my nose.

 Before I knew what was happening, he had tugged at my towel and it fell to my feet. "Alex!" I hissed. He ignored me, kneeling with my panties in his hand. He motioned for me to step into them. He dressed me in my pjamas, I sat on the counter as he got himself dressed. He brushed my teeth, then his own, and finally we left the bathroom, and ran straight into Dylan.

"How you two doing?" He asked, a wry grin on his face.

"She's good."

"It's almost eleven."

Alex grinned. "I'm taking her to bed."

"All of you are downstairs."

"Night Dylan."

He smiled. "Sleep well." Alex and I went into the basement. To my surprise, all the furniture had been moved out of the basement room and was probably in the upstairs storage room. Everything, including our TV had been replaced. In place of our TV was a list of "orders," as well as tasks and duties. Instead of our six couches, we now had six bunk beds lining the walls. Everyone was already asleep. The basement had a large bathroom and a storage closet where we would now store our clothes and toilitries. Alex led me to our bunk.