Wanting My Step Brother

[ 16]

Blake 

"Well there goes our resolution." I mutter, throwing down the burnt part of my crust. 

Alex scoffed, leaning back against the sofa, "You're the one who didn't want to cook."

"Seriously?" I looked at him blandly, "We both know I'd set our kitchen and the neighbour's garden on fire again if I had the chance." 

My mother hates me in the kitchen, even though it's my favourite place on earth. Even my Home Economics teacher kept me from doing any work in the small classroom kitchen, afraid I'd explode yet another oven. 

"You could've made cheese toasties and soup or some easy shit." Alex offered an idea, but we both knew it was pointless. Our parents would come home to a burnt down house. I'll use the toaster, and end up making the microwave explode. Don't ask me how, because I have no clue. 

I stand up, taking both our glasses and made my way to the kitchen. Alex followed behind, with the two empty pizza cartons. We both had training this afternoon, Alex training for the play offs, and me training for my next swim meet. So when we both came home, we were starving. 

Grabbing one of the glasses, I lent over the bench and placed it under the tap, before turning it on. As it was filling up, my eye gazed across the room and out the window, glancing at the pool lit by the blue lights. 

"Wanna go for a swim?" I ask, turning around and turning off the faucet. 

Alex glances up from his phone, "Huh?" 

"It's warm enough right? To go for a swim?" 

"Not tonight, Blake." Alex shook his head, slipping his phone into his pocket. 

"Come on, Alex." I pout walking over to him, "Please?" 

He glances down at me, "Don't look at me like that." 

"Like what?" I ask innocently, continuing my attack of the puppy dog eyes on him. It's always worked, ever since we were kids. He could never say no to me. 

"You're not going to stop until I say yes, aren't you?" Alex quizzed, pretending to be annoyed while hiding the smile forming on his lips. 

Triumphantly smiling, I turned and began to make my way to the stairs, "I'll meet you outside in five." 

I raced upstairs, almost slipping twice with my fuzzy socks. A girl can never have too many pairs of fluffy socks. That's a fact. Sliding into my room, I began to undress from my hoodie and short, replacing them with a light peach bikini.

Excitement bubbled when I realised summer would be coming back soon. Although, summer never really leave. It's hot all damn year round. 

Grabbing a cactus towel, because why the fuck not, I bounced downstairs and paused when I glanced out the double french doors. Alex, very much shirtless, standing at the edge of the pool. The water splashed, echoing as he dived in. 

Alex surfaced as I pushed through the doors, and strolled out onto the patio, "Nice dive." Placing my items down onto the bench, I turned around, and folded my arms, "But I can do better." 

"Really?" Alex smirked as he stood, the water reaching his hips. Shit, I forget how tall he is sometimes. 

I smirked, "Really." 

Coming to the edge of the pool, I stood and eyed the water below me. Focusing on every technique every coach has taught me since the ripe age of three, I dived in. The water was cold and lovely. 

Holding my breath, I kept my head submerged and swam towards Alex. His blurry bottom half neared as I swam closer and closer to him. When close enough, my feet securely landed on the tiled flooring of the pool and I pushed up.