The Beach House // #FiveYearsSinceCollabContest

Chapter 1

I stare at the picture of the three of us. The three Musketeers. The two guys that have been there for me as long as I can remember. I dust off the picture with my shirt. A few tears slid down my cheeks getting lost in the sweet memories of what was the best time in my life. The Beach House where we would spend our summers together.

I was adopted when I was five years old by a loving incredible family. They instantly became my family. Scarlett and Grafton Monroe were just the sweetest. They had two sons. Frankie who was 4 years older than me and Creed was five years older than me.

But here's where things started to change for me and Creed. It was five years ago to this day, that one night of drinking and celebrating Creed's birthday we slept together. At the time I was 18 and he was just turning 23.

My feelings for him over the years leading up to this night had grown from brotherly love to actual feelings of something more than a crush on my older brother.

But somewhere along the years of late-night sleepovers, and me following Creed around like his shadow. Somewhere along the years, I grew feelings. Like true butterfly swirling, toe-curling, heart fluttering feelings, that kept me wanting to test the waters wanting to explore what I thought was just a schoolgirl crush. But to me, I grew deeper feelings than that.

I dreamt for years about what it would feel like to kiss his beautiful formed mouth. The same lips that would kiss my boo-boos when I was hurt when I was younger, the same lips that would kiss my forehead saying goodbye when he went away to college. The same lips that I have seen many girls kiss. The same lips I wished would kiss me and then that would lead to our happily ever after. A girl can dream, right?

That summer was just as every summer had been, except I had just broken up with my boyfriend Willie. We had been going steady for 6 months everything was incredible I thought I would get over my feelings for Creed but he always crept into my mind when I was with Willie. Especially when we were intimate. He's who I would think about. Creed was who's name I wanted to be screaming. He's the one I wanted to be making my curl my toes, making me thrash around the bed with his head between my legs making me grip the sheets just like in the movies.

This turned into an obsession for me. Sleepless horny nights. He was my own fantasy I wanted so bad.

As I place the picture frame of the three of us. I sit down on my floor and I bit my lips as my mind drifts off thinking of that night five years ago.

Five years ago...

I poured myself another drink of barcardi and rum. My drink of choice this summer. Being 18 I wanted to show Creed that I was adult enough for him, to see me as a sexy woman, not his younger annoying sister.

"I think you have had enough, Kyla."
Creed came over and took my glass and downed my drink, he stuck his tongue out teasingly showing my it was all gone. Damn! him and his sexy long ass the tongue. The things he could do to me. I blushed just thinking about it.

I swatted at his large bulging bicep. The one's I have been watching grow over the years.

Bulked up or lot he's a gorgeous sexy man. His hair a dark rich brown almost black it was kept longer on top which was either covered with a cap or left spiked. He had a sexy tight jawline and this dreamy divet in his chin. He had the 'dreamiest' eyes that would change in different lights and his varied moods. Right now they there a glowing amber of browns with gold flecks in them. Truly suck you in worthy.

I grabbed his baseball cap and ran off being playful after he drank my drink. Payback. But he was too quick and he picked me up in his arms. "Did you just touch my hat?" His voice was deep and rugged as he spoke close to my ear making my body shiver from his warm breath brushing over my skin.