My StepBrother Stole My Panties!

So Warm . . .

Jacobs POV

Even though I couldn’t see a thing I was still laughing at the situation.

"Miss I know everything is scared of a bit of thunder!" I clutched my stomach as it began to hurt when I hadn't taken a breath in a while. I carried on laughing for a bit but stopped when I hadn't heard a peep from Charlie. "Charlie?"

Hearing her mumble something I went closer to try and catch what she was saying.

"No."

"No what?"

"No."

"What are you saying no to Charlie?" She started saying it again and again and getting louder and louder each time.

"No!" She cried out, flaring her arms out and grabbing onto the first thing her hands felt, me, and pulled close to her body.

"N-no." Her voice broke as tears began to stream down her face.

"Charlie what's up?" I asked.

"No." She whispered.

"You need to tell me what's up so i can help you." I stated.

"Like you would help anyone other than yourself." She said after a few moments of silence.

"I'll help anyone with a good enough reason." I whispered. She looked at me and it was only then that I realised about how close we actually were to each other. Something seemed to go off in her eyes before she closed them tight and shook her head.

"You're just looking for another girl you can get into bed with." She hissed at me whilst stepping backwards.

"Listen, i don’t like this situation anymore than the next person does but it's happening okay! And if you haven't noticed we can't do much about it and by the end of next week I’m going to be living underneath the same roof as you. So could you at least try to be friends?"

She stood there glaring at me before sighing loudly. "Fine! I can be civil if you can." She sat back on the couch and I sat right next to her, testing how 'civil' she can actually be. Giving me a funny look she turned the other way.

"Now tell me what that was all about." I said.

"I don't have to tell you nothing." She argued.

"I know. But I also know that you really want to tell me anyway." She stared me dead in the eye and grunted.

"It's about my dad okay! Happy now?" She brushed her fingers through her hair frantically.

"Not quite. Why?"

"Why what?"