He's my brother

Chapter Twenty One

"So kids, do you promise you two will be on your best, platonic behaviour?" Jordan's mum asked us as we stood there, in our pajamas enjoying another 'talk', only this time it was at 6am.

"I promise I'll go back to sleep..." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"Mum, we're not kids and we're not going to jump each other the second you leave mum..." Jordan said, impatiently.

"I just want to know you're going to be safe..." She said, nervously.

"You've left us home alone together plenty of times before. We're responsible enough to babysit, so I'm sure we're responsible enough to stay alone in a house together and keep our hands to ourselves" Jordan said, clearly exasperated.

"I know, I know" she sighed, realising there was nothing more she could say or do.

"Listen mum, just go to work. You're not going to come home to a grandchild. Everything will be fine" Jordan said, hugging his mum comfortingly.

She laughed at her son's words nervously before finally agreeing and leaving for work.

"So... shower sex?" Jordan asked jokingly, the monent the door shut behind her.

"I'm going back to sleep..." I said, flopping down onto the sofa and closing my eyes.

"Oh, really?" he asked, and moments later I felt my left foot being ticked.

"Stop it and let me sleep" I scream-laughed as he continued to tickle me.

"Make me" he laughed.

"Okay then" I said kicking out at him jokingly.

"Owwww!" he yelped and I sat up to see that I had accidently kicked him in his 'special area'.

"Sorry!" I laughed, laying on my tummy and looking up at him squirming in pain.

"I think I need an ambulance Jess" he cried.

"An ambulance? Don't be such a baby!"

"I'm not! Honestly! I think it's broken!"

I couldn't help but laugh at how worried he looked. Seriously? He actually thought I'd broken his penis?

"Jess! It's not even funny... you'd be the exact same if you were in my position!"

"I'm in your position every month for a week. You'll be fine in a minute".

"Eh? How are you... oh, you mean? That doesn't count!"

"Oh, but it does dear. It really, really does".

After about five more minutes of back and forth I went into the kitchen, threw an ice cube at him "for the wound" and started to make breakfast.

"What are you making me?" Jordan asked, bouncing into the kitchen; pain forgotten.

"Pancakes! Do you want blueberry or chocolate chip?"

"Blueberry chip?" he asked, looking at me with a puppy for face.

"If that's what you really want" I laughed, pouring both the blueberries and chocolate chips into his half of the better, and just blueberries into mine.

"Don't say it like it's weird sis!' he said grinning at me.

Sis? Why would he call me that? After everything that's happened recently it hardly seems appropriate does it? Unless he subconsciously wants it to be true. Unless he has realised that his feelings for me aren't what he thought they were. Unless...

"Hey, what's up?" He said waving a habd infront of my face. I guess I must have zoned out. "Was it the sis thing? Sorry, it was just habit" he continued.

Yeah. Habit I thought. That made sense.

"Yeah, okay. It's fine" I said; putting our plates of different flavoured pancakes onto the table, making sure his weird concocotion of ingredients was in front of him.

After we ate our pancakes which he of course devoured and said he enjoyed, I left him to do the dishes whilst I went upstairs  to shower and change.

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We spent the day watching crappy day time tv like Jeremy Kyle and Jewellery auction shows. Hey, maybe we could go on Jeremy Kyle ourselves - Brother and sister fell in love and dated in secret. Mother then tells them they aren't related after all. Because why not? Life can't really get any crazier, can it?

It was a pretty relaxed day until Jordan's mum got back from work, burst through the door and shouted,
"Children, I'm back! I hope you're both fully clothed and decent!"

"We haven't done anything mum. Honestley" Jordan sighed.

It was true. We had stayed platonic. Not even one kiss had been shared between us all day. Why? Well, I'm not actually sure. It could have been the weirdness of everything but it could also have been a subconscious decision.

"Oh, I know. I guess I'm just being silly but... it's difficult that's all" she replied.

"What's difficult?" I asked.

"My babies not being babies any more. Or maybe it's that my babies are wanting to be intimate and..."

"Mum! Stop!" Jordan said, glowing red.

"Yeah... please just stop... we haven't been children for a long time and you know that" I said, searching for some way to get out of this conversation.

"I know but it's not the same. I never thought... okay, no, I always thought... but I just I could hold it off if you didn't know..." she said, sounding sad. Was this a control thing? Surely, it couldn't be.

"So it's because we wanted to be together before you were ready to be together?" I asked, confused.

"No... it's not that" she said defensively.

"Is it because we were together romantically before we knew we could be?" Jordan asked.

"It's just... I thought I raised you well" she said, the sadness clear in both her voice and her facial expression.

So, the reason for her crazy behaviour is because we thought were being incestuous. She isn't upset that we like each other. She's upset because she feels she failed as a parent and as an adoptive parent. Because, what well raised child would fall for their sibling and act on it? Because we didn't know we weren't related did we? We didn't know and it didn't stop us. Why didn't it stop us?

A/N - If you're reading this then you are super patient and a really loyal reader and I want to thank you for that! I'd like to say that from now on I'll update more often but I just can't plan it with how much uni work I have to do but I hope you enjoy it (I did try and make it longer!)