Chapter 15

Her mother didn’t say a word when they walked out of that room that day, but she kept a close eye on Megan from then on.

 Megan became kinda like their younger sister. They pestered her, swam with her, shunt her around when they were too lazy to get it themselves. She enjoyed the love they showed her and marveled at Jon’s closeness.

The slow burning sensation never went away when she saw Jon or when he touched her. She never saw any awareness in his eyes, only brotherly love and that frustrated the living daylights out of her.

She brought some friends over to swim with her and just the thought of meeting a rock band made her a very popular girl indeed, but it soon got quiet and to be honest, she preferred it that way.

She was sitting next to the pool when a shadow fell over her. Her body went into overdrive and she knew immediately who it was.

“Hey pumkin.”

She snorted unladylike and watched as he sat down next to her.

“My name is Megan. Only my mom and my dad calls me that.”

“Ooh moody today. Aren’t we? Shitty day at school?”

She shrugged, her skin buzzed as he shouldered her gently. His feet circled in the cool, refreshing water next to hers. She kept her head down, staring at his hairy thighs, seeing his muscles play as he moved his legs.

“Uhuh.”

‘I fucking hated school. I hated the teachers, the work everything. But don’t make the same mistake as I did, honey. You are one clever girl. Make the most of it. If you do the world is your oyster. Keep that chin up, it’s not long and then you’re done. Take it from a rebellious asshole, study something. Don’t be dependent on a man. You can kick some serious ass. I know it. Promise me you’ll do it..”

He had lifted her chin with his forefingers and forced her to meet his gaze. The brilliant blue of his eyes warmed the pit of her stomach. His fingers burned her skin.

“Ok.”

Something shifted in his eyes but was gone in seconds. Her naivety let it slip from her young, innocent mind.

Suddenly Jon was in the water, standing in front of her, he grabbed her by the ankles.

“You are too young to booze, so lets drown your sorrows the legal way.”

“Jon! NOOOOOOO!’

He flashed a smile and yanked.

Coldness enveloped her and her heart lunged at the shock. She was still dressed in her tee and shorts. Instinctively she searched for the steadiness that was Jon.

Strong hands grabbed her by the waist and pulled her forward, lifting her.

Hands started flying in the air wildly, finding its mark.

“Ouch! Damn Megan!”

“Serves you right for throwing me in the swimming pool, asshole.”

“Does your mama know her babygirl curses?”

“No and she is not gonna find out, right?”

She swam towards the side, shimmied out of her now tight shorts, lifting her shirt, she didn’t notice the awareness flaring in his eyes.

“Nice bikini pumkin. I didn’t know you even had one.” He splashed water into her eyes, hoping to get his raging hormones under control.

A feint blush spread on her face. He noticed! She saved her pocket money and bought the bikini. The black of the material looked perfect against her sun bronzed skin and she thought of Jon and took it.

She swam towards him, a vehement look on her face.

“I told you, I’m not your pumkin dammit!”

With all her strength she pushed at his shoulders, dunking him.

He gave in and for a moment she had a false sense of victory. He burst out of the water, Megan still holding onto his shoulders. An alarmed cry filled the air and she held on for dear life.

He captured her against his body, holding her prisoner. Laughter filled his eyes.

He saw her pupils dilated. Her hands relaxed and her senses took over.

Water was streaming down his face and every chest hair glistened in the sun.

Time stood still for a moment and they just stared. The woman blossomed in her. Jon eased his grip on her and felt her young curves sliding down into the water, rubbing against every inch of him.

His desire was in overdrive the moment she shed her clothes, displaying not a child’s body but beautiful, firm, womanly curves. It took the wind out of his sails for a moment. He always saw her as the sister he never had, and his body had betrayed him miserably.

The situation was spinning out of control and an invisible hand was weaving its web of sexual awareness around the couple.

Jon for fucks sake…NO! She is just a child.

The moment was broken when he suddenly shoved her from his throbbing body. He hoped to God that she hadn’t realized that he had a full blown hard on at that moment.

“Ok then Meg…is that ok? I don’t know about you but I can do with a glass of cold orange juice.”

He swam towards the steps.

“You don’t drink juice. You drink beer, or wine or anything alcoholic.” Her voice was quivering and oh so vulnerable.

“There’s always a first time. You comin’ Pu..Meg?” He flicked an eyebrow at her, a mischievous smile playing on his handsome face

“I’ll be there in a moment.” She swam away from him.

Luckily she missed the harsh breath exiting his mouth and the hand pressing down on his hard on.