Just Between Us by Hayley Oakes

sundress that was draped over my newly bronzed skin and was slightly see-through in the florescent lights. Kyle wore dark jeans and a light blue t-shirt, his dark hair a mass of sweat, falling into his eyes. I had pulled my hair onto my head long ago as the sweat trickled down my back. I watched him bounce and smiled at how much fun he was when drunk, and I suddenly felt a pang of regret that this would never be us again, we would never have this again as once the holiday ended so too would our faux friendship. I was nowhere near his social standing at school, and he would never admit to being my friend.
                  He leaned into me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
                  “Soph,” he breathed into my ear.
                  I looked up to him and his eyes met mine with something I’d never seen there before. “Sophie, you …” He didn’t finish, instead he leaned down to my confused face and kissed me. I was stunned, my eyes bulged out of my head, and I tried to push him away. He didn’t budge, his hard body moulding into mine. I pushed harder, but he wasn’t for moving, and when I relaxed I realised how nice this was, his smell, his taste, and I gave in. I gave in to the attraction that I had fought this last week because he was an idiot, because I knew his history, and because he was my step-brother.
                  He melted himself into me and I leant into him, his kiss became more urgent, and his tongue plunged into my mouth, caressing my tongue and set me on fire. Shit, I needed to regain myself, this was so wrong on so many levels, despite being my step-brother he was also an arsehole who I hated. I tried again to push him away but far too timidly. After what seemed like forever he pulled away from me. I stared into his eyes and took some comfort in the fact that no one here would know who we were and what we were to each other.
                  “Kyle,” I said, looking to him, my mouth agape. “This is wrong.”
                  “I know,” he whispered as he closed his eyes and his head fell back. “But that was fucking dynamite.” He leaned into me again, his forehead on mine, looking into my eyes. “Let’s just have tonight.” His eyes bored into me pleadingly, and I opened my mouth to protest, but rather than speaking, he covered my mouth with his again, and I took him at his word. Tonight we wouldn’t be step-brother and sister, tonight we’d be Kyle and Sophie, two kids who knew each other from school kissing in a club that could have been anywhere. Just two teenagers enjoying each other and ending the perfect week of partying with a goodbye kiss.
     
    Five – Just kissed
    Now
     
    The dr ive with Kyle was long, and the summer sun shone through, taunting me all the way, trying to entice me to be happy. The air con made it comfortable, and the summer was a reminder that I should be happy … except I wasn’t. I had managed to give myself a make over, well my mum had forced me into it kicking and screaming, and the alcohol last night had convinced me that I needed a change of scenery, but was it all just too much?
                  “What are you thinking?” he asked as we neared the city. I looked over to him. He was still just as beautiful as he had been as a teenager. As a twenty eight year old man he was devastatingly handsome, and I fully expected to be introduced to his latest woman whilst I stayed with him.
                  I shook my head. “This was a stupid idea,” I groaned, covering my eyes with my hands.
                  “Why?” he looked straight ahead, and I couldn’t see his eyes behind his aviator glasses.             
                  “What am I doing, Kyle? I’m not ready for this, I should be at home crying. This is going to be the worst few weeks of your life. I’ll be moping all over the place, and you’ll get sick