The Beginning - Part 2
Part 2
“We’ve always been close, you know that…in the same way that you two are close.”
They said nothing, only exchanging a look. I needed to make them understand… I turned to face Isaac and his warm smile gave me all the confidence I needed.
“It started years ago, we were fourteen…”
The storm was raging outside. I hated storms, had done since our house got struck by lightening one night a few months previous when I was in on my own. I cowered under the bedcovers anticipating the next crash of thunder. I felt stupid for being so scared…fourteen years old and whimpering like a baby. In the midst of the sound of the rain thrashing against my window I heard my bedroom door open, peeking over the covers I saw Isaac creeping in. He smiled and came to sit on the edge of my bed.
“Thought I’d come and see how you are cause of the storm…” He stroked my hair gently. Although we were the same age, born only minutes apart, he’d always acted as the ‘big brother’, wanting to look after me. He blamed himself for not being there that night the lightening had hit. Our parents, Isaac and our two younger brothers had gone out of state for the weekend so that they could perform at a music festival. I’d only recently gotten myself a Saturday job and hadn’t wanted to ask for the time off.
“I’m pretty scared to be honest.” I didn’t mind admitting that to him, he was the only person I told everything to, best friends, soul mates, the linguistics mattered not.
“Budge up then,” he laughed as he stood to lift up the covers. Sliding in beside me it felt good to be against his warm body. Resting my head on his chest and with his arms circled around me I let out a contented sigh.
“You can sleep now Izzy,” he whispered and kissed my forehead gently, “I’m here to protect you.” I slept soundly for hours, waking only at the moans from Isaac beside me. He was gripping me tightly, one hand cupping my breast, and was rocking his hips. Between the moans and sighs I heard him utter my name. I blushed slightly at the realisation of what dream he must be having, at the same time smiling because it obviously meant that he thought that I was attractive. His guttural cry broke me from my inner thoughts and his grip on me softened as he awoke. He looked over at me, our faces illuminated by the moonlight cascading through the gap in the curtains, and turned a deep shade of red. He made to speak but I placed a finger to his lips…and then I kissed him. I still don’t really know why. To let him know that his dream didn’t matter? To let him know that it did? It started as a short, chaste kiss but as his hand found the back of head it deepened and became passionate. When we broke apart we were both breathless and I noticed a hunger and longing in his eyes. We never spoke our intentions, had always had an understanding for what each other were thinking. He’d risen up on his elbow and placed me on my back, leaning over me he’d begun to kiss seemingly every inch of me oh so sweetly. That night had passed so slowly, every touch lingered over, never hurried. When we eventually woke in the morning, the light gently breaking our slumber, it hadn’t felt awkward at all. It was as if it was always meant to happen, that we’d been destined to be lovers from the start. And since that night we had been. Throughout our teenage years we’d had difficulty being close at home yet when the band had become successful more opportunities had arisen. I’d travelled with them all as they promoted singles, albums and toured the globe. The endless stays in hotels had afforded us plenty of opportunity to explore our passions, no one questioning why we shared a room. As we’d reached our twenties we’d moved out of the family home, again nobody questioning why we would choose to live together. The only fly in the ointment being the fact that both our younger brothers also wanted to move in. They were desperate for independence from our parents and despite Taylor being eighteen and Zac not yet sixteen it had been agreed that we would all live together. It was disappointing to know that the privacy we so desperately craved was yet again thrust out of our grasp. Yet how could we disagree without raising suspicion as to our true intentions. And so it had begun, the creeping around in order to be together. It’d been exciting and fun…until today…until we’d got caught.
“So…now you know…” The silence in the room was palpable, the beating of my heart sounding loudly in my ears. I turned once more to Isaac, to see if I’d angered him by my account. He squeezed my hand whilst encircling his other arm around my waist, pulling me in closer towards him. It felt good to know that we were a team in this, that whatever prejudice and anger was to come our way we would be facing it together.
I studied Taylor and Zac’s expressions closely, there was something amiss but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Just as I was about to question Isaac he spoke.
“I don’t think we’re the only ones who’ve been keeping a secret are we?”