I kissed my brother, and I liked it

Revenge.

I pull my pants up and hold them there while I adjust my legs. I accidentally forgot my belt back at the girls' swimming locker rooms earlier today, which is why bending down to pick up stuff has suddenly become noticeably harder. They keep sliding off.

"You don't have to do the toilet paper, just do the eggs."

I look up at Travis who doesn't even bother to hide the fact that he's staring at my butt. "You know, it's hard trying to be friendly with a pervert", I say. "Then don't be just friendly." He winks at me.

I throw a roll of toilet paper at him. He catches it and "SSSHH"s me. I stick my tongue out at him and then throw a roll of toilet paper over the only tree in Logan's front yard.

We went to both Walmart and Target after driving back into the city, just so it didn't seem weird why a naked guy and a shaken up teenager were buying 5 extra large packets of toilet paper and 4 dozen eggs from just one shop. (It still seemed weird.) Then we came here. A place where we don't usually go. Not because it's Logan's house, but because it isn't the suburbs.

Logan's house is not a lot more than an average middle class house. It looks even tinier than Jasmine's from here in his front yard. I wonder what all the attitude and ego's about when he ain't even that rich. Travis throws me another toilet paper roll. I grab it, and tangle it in the various braches of this lone tree. There isn't much to toilet paper here, so I leave it up to Travis and open up a carton of eggs. Travis points his finger at the house and I start jogging up to it.

I stand a few feet away and aim an egg straight at the front door. Before I can even throw it, someone grabs me from the back and pushes me slightly aside. This messes up my aim and the egg hits the mat in front of the door. I hit the guy behind me in the ribs with my elbow and turn around. Travis holds back his scream by biting down on his lower lip. I scowl at him.

"The door would've made a lot of noise", he breathes, "would've given us away."

I lip "sorry" and then start sending eggs flying at Logan's house. One after the other. Again. And again. Travis joins me shortly and we do this for a while until he points at a window on the ground floor. He starts running to it. I drop the eggs on the grass and run after him.

He stands up straight and reaches his hand to unlock the window. "What're you doing?", I whisper, "who's room is this?"

"Logan's", he says and opens the window fully. He motions for me to climb on his shoulders. For a second, I realize this is crossing the limits, but then I turn and see Lauren's car still standing out with Logan's own car in front of the house. He stole her car. We're stealing his privacy. Guess we're even.

I jump up on Travis and look inside of Logan's room. It's pretty simple. Nothing out of the ordinary except for the large bookcase right next to what looks like his closet. I peer closer at it. Closer and closer. Until suddenly Logan pops out of the closet, or washroom, whichever. I duck and then hit Travis on his back. He bends down.

I raise my head a little and look inside again. I see a beautiful Logan. Rare sexy species. He's standing there in sweatpants and a t-shirt, rocking them better than any model ever could. He paces the room as he talks on his phone then sits down on the bed with his back to the window and his front facing the bookshelf. He sets his phone down on the bedside table. I stare it. Lauren's keys. They're there! Logan shuts off the lamp. It goes pitch black in the room.

Travis pinches me a little and says, "bring a shirt from that bitch. I'm naked". I get up and jump inside Logan's room. Still. I stand as still as a statue​. Then I slowly bend down. I reach my hand out and start crawling. Slowly and slowly, I move forward. There is a shuffling on the bed and I pause praying to Lord and Jesus, which I rarely do, that he didn't see me. He didn't. I move my right hand to the leg of his bed, feeling my way around. My left hand feels the bookshelf and then in the dimming moonlight, I see the bedside table.

I rise up on my knees and bend my head down squinting my eyes. I feel around the flat surface of the table until I finally find Lauren's keys. Then I look at Logan's peaceful face. Right beside him lies his t-shirt which he just took off. I reach my hand out and slightly pull at it. When he doesn't react, I snatch it from him completely. I look down and am sighing lightly when, "what're you doing?"

I snap my head to the right again and see Logan. He's looking in my direction but he's confused. I'm confused. My head spins when I realize how much trouble this can get me in. "Cathryn. What the hell are you doing?" He stretches his hand out to turn on the lamp. Since I have no other choice, I grab his hand in my mouth and shut my jaw. I bite him so damn hard he starts to bleed. I bite down harder and harder. I can taste his blood in my mouth. He screams in anguish which makes me stop. Before I release his hand I slightly kiss it where I bit it and then get up.

"DUDE OUTSIDE THE WINDOW?"

"YES?", Travis yells. "CATCH ME!", I yell back and then swing right out the window. Trust.

I land in Travis's arms who wraps himself around me. "He's up", he yells and lets me down. The light to Logan's room is on and the rest of the house is slowly​ lighting up too. "C'MON!", I yell as he grabs the shirt from my hand and puts it on. Then we start running back to the Jeep.

I stop midway and bend down to pick up an egg. Travis opens the car doors. I turn around and look at the window opening upstairs. A man in his late 40s pops his head out and yells something at me. I swing my arm and let the egg go which smashes into pieces on the guy's face.

I laugh and run to the Jeep. I start getting in but then stop. "What now?", Travis yells, "they're coming!" "Go!", I yell and get out. "I'm getting Lauren's car. GO!" He puts the car in gear and starts backing up. I run to Lauren's car and open it's driver's side with her keys. I'm almost in when the front door swings open and a beautiful lady comes out. I stand there speechless, holding the door in my hand. I can't believe it. The woman's yelling at me. She can't see me. I know she can't, but she's still yelling. She can't see from so far without her lenses. She doesn't have her lenses. She doesn't wear her lenses when she sleeps. I know this. I know her.

I get in the car and shut the door. I put it in gear and drive it with trembling hands. I can see Travis's car ahead of mine. I close my eyes.

No way. The fuck? What the fuck is my mom doing there?

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Dunno if it helps, but just so u can imagine an egged house xD ^(media)

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