Summary: Kendall Knight, a 17 year old with half siblings is thrown into a journey of heartbreak, angst and anger as someone who he hasn't seen since he was four brings out feelings he thought he couldn't have. But, he couldn't possibly... L word, him. Because that means there is something wrong with him. Well, he could take a leap of Faith and hope that this love will work out. Or he could just ignore it and wish to get over him. Besides, who ever said falling for your older brother was a bad thing...? (Slash ~ Kames, Kett, Dak x Kendall, Implied past Jendall)

A/N: So, this is officially my first story that I am going to post. Though I have many ideas, this is the only one that seemed like the one that would catch any attention. Please feel free to PM me if you are lost on something or you have any ideas of your own to put in to the story and I will most likely message you back as soon as I can. I will also reply to the reviews either by PM or the next chapter. Anyways, I'm done rambling. Read and relax.

Chapter 1: My Brother's Coming Home?

I borrowed my mom's car as I went for a drive to the beach. With 'borrowed' being a loose term. I didn't even leave a note and I am pretty sure she is going to call me and curse me out, though I don't know why she still bothers with it. I mean, I do this at least once every week. Sure enough, she called just as I parked and proceeded to yell at me, ordering that I bring the car back. Though she let me do as I pleased after some light coaxing.

As was the ritual between us.

I sighed lightly, put my hands on my hips and breathed in deeply the ocean laced air. I loved the beach. I removed my flip-flops and walked slowly on the sand. I loved the feel of the sand under my toes. It made me feel free. Actually, the whole concept of the beach made me feel free,

I walked for a couple more minutes, rotating between walking on the sand and walking in the water. Then, I finally got to the place that I was looking for. Secluded from the rest of the beach, this place had some rocks in it, large enough to sit on and a small hut. I walked over to the hut and entered.

It was a one room hut, the only room having a single, wooden queen sized bed on it. The only other furniture being a nightstand on either side of the bed, and a mini fridge. I flopped down on the bed, burying my face into the pillows. I knew that I had at most, three hours before someone came to get me and with that in mind, I put on my alarm to wake me at seven. With that done, I put my headphones in my ears and let the music drift me to sleep along the scent of the ocean.

The soothing music in my dreams turned shrill and I immediately opened my eyes. I looked at the time on my phone and saw that I woke up right on time. Sighing, I exited the hut and began the journey back to my home. I watched the horizon as I walked; loving the way the sun was right at the edge, casting an orange glow all around it. Before I got to the asphalt of the parking lot, I wiped my feet and put my flip-flops back on going back to the car.

Upon arriving at the car, I saw two familiar forms. One, standing so much higher than the other, brown hair falling down and brown eyes staring back at me with a small smile on her face as she held the hand of the other. The other grinned widely at me and let go of her hand as he ran over to me. His black hair flat against his head and as he reached me, he jumped into my awaiting arms. I cupped him in my arms and touched my forehead to his and looked deeply into his as he looked into my emerald orbs.

"Hey Carlitos. How's my favorite brother?" I asked and the five-year old chuckled

"I'm your only brother." I rolled my eyes playfully before kissing his forehead and putting him back down, walking to my sister.

"Hey big bro. We were just about to go looking for you." Katie said and I smiled, ruffling her hair slightly. She gave me a weak glare before jumping in the passenger seat, leaving me to put Carlos in the booster seat. Once he was securely in, I got in and drove back to the house.

"So, what had mom sending you two to find me this time?" I asked, absently

"Papi called!" Carlos said excitedly, looking up from his wrestler toy we always kept in the car for him. I smiled at him through the mirror until he went back to playing with the toy before wincing. Casting a glance at my sister, I saw her wincing as well.

"Did you talk to Papi?" I asked him and he quickly looked up, nodding excitedly

"Yeah, he said that he is gonna come back soon. But that was all b'fore he 'tarted talking about someone named James." It was lucky that I the light was red or else I think I would have pressed the gas like I had with the break. My eyes were wide as I turned to see the confused expression on his face as well as Katie's.

"James?" I asked shocked that Carlos' dad would talk about him. You see, my mom had four children, with four different men. Carlos was the youngest, his father being Papi. I couldn't actually say that I disliked him but, I had a feeling he would turn out like the rest.

Katie was the second youngest, at 11. Her dad, I can only remember him causing a lot of pain to my mom, not physical but emotional. The first and last time I saw him was as he was running out of the house and my mom crying in her room. Apparently he was too scared to be a father so he left her to have the child. I thought it made no sense seeing as I was already there but I guessed it was based on having a blood daughter.

Then there was me, at 17 and all I really knew about my father was that I looked a lot like him and that his name was Keith. Other than that, I never really asked and my mom never really talked. I had learned not to ask about her past loves and I stopped seeing her emotional stress.

Finally, there was the oldest of all of us, James, who was 29, my mom having him when she was 16. With his father, that is where I learned to not bring up the issue of our fathers or past lovers, though I did get the most information on him. His name was Christian Diamond and the two were high school sweethearts. He had gotten her pregnant when they both were in their junior year of high school.

It took a while but my grandparents finally accepted them, only with Christian agreeing to marry my mom when both were 18. For the most part, the two had been happy. My mom was staying at home, raising James while Christian was a fireman, his dream job of helping others in need. They stayed like this for a total of ten years before there was a home that caught fire and had a family passed out in there. Ignoring the orders of his captain, Christian went running in and pulled them both out. He had given up his fire-proof suit, covering the couple and in doing that caught fire. He ignored it, until he got right on the sidewalk, where he dropped the bodies and proceeded to try put out the fire. Paramedics tried to help him, but it was too late.

Mom had been hysterical for weeks, until her parents got her to return as close to normal as possible. She had stayed single for two years before coaxing by James caused her to begin dating again, albeit hesitantly. That is where Keith and I came in.

Though I know all of this, I didn't know so much about James. He had left as soon as I had turned four. All I can really do was being reminded of him when my family gets together, to reminisce, though never around the other kids. There was no doubt that he was the favorite in the family. All he did when he left though, was leave a note saying that he had to leave.

But how would Papi even know who James was?

Luckily, I didn't have to wait long as I pulled into the driveway of my home. We got out and I opened the door, throwing the keys into the bowl and quickly walking over to my mom, who was in the kitchen, stirring something in a pot.

"Hey Kendall. How-"

"What was Papi talking about when he mentioned James?" I asked, throwing all caution to the wind and watching as she tensed for a moment before relaxing even more than she was when I had first came in.

"Oh, I never told you. James was planning on visiting, for about a week. Speaking about James, I haven't told mom or dad yet, or even Chloe. Oh damn it, she is going to be pissed."

"Mom!" I yelled, cutting her off. She turned around, slightly shocked by my volume.

"When is he coming? And what am I supposed to tell Carlos and Katie?" I questioned. Though James was the family favorite, he was a sore subject to discuss due to his sudden disappearance. This means that Katie knows next to nothing about him and Carlos doesn't even know he exists.

"Well, he is supposed to be arriving sometime in the next few days, as well as Erik. As for Carlos and Katie, you can just tell them the truth. Oh and that dinner will be done in ten minutes," She said absently, then humming as she went back to cooking, as if the conversation never happened. I stared at her back a few moments, wondering how she could blow something like this over, before sighing and walking in the living room. Katie and Carlos were sitting on the couch, watching cartoons.

"Hey…" I trailed off as Katie turned to me, curiously while Carlos continued watching the cartoons, holding his tan teddy bear close to his chest. I sat down between the two and Carlos instantly leaned into my side, though his attention was still on the cartoons.

"So what's going on?" Katie asked

"Well, Papi is going to be back in a few days." As I said this, Carlos' attention snapped to me, grinning

"He is?" Hope sparked in his eyes and I nodded but before he go and start running around, yelling happily, I held him down with my hand on his shoulder.

"There's more. The person you heard about, James, is coming to visit too." I started looking at them both

"Who is he?" Katie asked and I took a deep breath

"He's our older brother." I looked down, avoiding their stares

"We have another brother?" Carlos asked, tilting his head cutely and I nodded

"Cool!" he yelled, getting up and running into the kitchen, most likely to ask mom more.

"Why haven't we ever heard about him?" she asked, observing me. I sighed, shaking my head

"James… he left when I was four and he was seventeen. He had graduated early and a little while after, during summer, he just up and left. All he gave us in warning was a note on the coffee table in the morning. I don't really remember him and I know he isn't discussed that often because of mom. His father was mom's high school sweetheart and first husband. He had died in a fire and she doesn't really like to talk about him at all 'cause it's to painful. So please, don't bring up who James father is." I explained and she watched me for a few seconds before nodding and getting up as mom said dinner was done.

Dinner had been… interesting. Carlos was talking a mile a minute, asking questions about his 'new big brother' and talking about Papi. I stayed quiet during the whole thing, trying to remember what I knew about James. But, I was getting nothing at all. I did learn that James was at the top of his class, skipping a year of school. He had scholarships lined up, both academic and athletic. He had played football all throughout high school.

But the thing that caught my attention the most was the fact that he had called and talked to my mom a few years back. She had learned that he was in Texas, had his own ranch and was funding his own business. I didn't know how he could do that when he was only twenty-four at the time, but apparently, he managed.

After dinner was finished, I washed the dishes and went to my room - I lived in the attic - and I locked the door before going up the stairs and sighed as I turned on the light. I stripped off my clothes and pulled on my black shorts before flopping on my bed. I had enough energy left in me to plug-in my Ipod and play music that resonated throughout the room. I sunk into my mattress, letting my head be buried in my pillow. My big brother, who I barely remembered, was returning and I had nothing to think about that except shock. Before I could slip into my blissful sleep, a knock on my door had me coming over to open it.

"I forgot to tell you that someone named Jett called for you." I grinned, my sleep forgotten as I ran down the hall to the phone, thanking my sister as I did. Once I got to the phone, I punched the number in and held it to my ear as it rang. Just as I was about to give up, the phone clicked, showing that it was answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Beau, is your brother in?"

"Nah. He left a while ago, talking about meeting with some friends. Actually, I've wanted to know if you guys had a fight or something." His question threw me off and I stared at the phone for a second before answering

"No, we haven't. I haven't really seen him in a couple of days. Why, did he say something to you?" I asked and he had heard the small amount of worry in my voice.

"No, nothing about that. It's just that Jett has been acting weird for a bit. Maybe I was just seeing something that wasn't there."

"Maybe." My voice held suspicion and I was pretty sure that Beau heard it, but he didn't call me on it. "Well, can you tell him I called?"

"Sure man. Don't grow cactus, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know." I laughed at the comment and added it to the list of Beau Quotes. Hanging up, I discarded the look that I got from my mom, who was sitting on the couch. Then I went back to my room to promptly pass out on my bed, this time, remembering to turn off my life. And as I planned, I did.

So was the beginning of a long, anger, angst, and heartbreak filled journey. A journey that, though I hadn't known at the time, would take years and many issues pressed to my psychological state.

And looking back on it now, I was actually glad that all of it had happened. I would never go through it again. But staring at this picture made me feel nostalgic. After all, it was a great picture of all of us. Of my family. Actually no, it wasn't just a great picture. It captured our flaws. It captured our love. It captured everything that was important to us.

It was the perfect picture.

A/N: So, how was my first chapter. If you want more, all you have to do is review and the more reviews I get, the more inspired and motivated I will be to get the next chapter out. So, review if you want.

XOXO Mysterious Kira