Chapter 12

Jemima tried the door. Open. She really had to teach her brother a few things about safety. She stepped in and dropped her bag by the door. Then she listened for a moment and grinned. Apparently Sebastian was home this time.

She stepped out of her boots and tiptoed up the stairs. She paused outside the door to the bedroom, considering, very briefly, if she should knock. A soft groan made her change her mind. Smiling, she pushed the door open. The sight that met her was absolutely priceless.

Sebastian was lying on his back, with Jim on top of him, snogging him heartily. Sebastian had a rather possessive arm around Jim's neck, holding him down and Jim's hands were sliding along Sebastian's upper arms, clearly appreciating the smooth skin stretched over the muscles, which were, if possible, even more defined than when Jemima had seen him last. Jim shifted a little and the sheet slid off him, giving her a quite exquisite view of his rather shapely bum. She bit her lip, waiting.

Jim was grinding against Sebastian, and as she had expected, his hand began moving slowly down from Jim's neck over his back and towards his arse, the fingers aiming for the crack. Just when they had reached their goal, she cleared her throat.

Jim sat up and turned to look. He smiled widely and was just about to speak, when Sebastian pushed him off and quickly covered himself up.

"Sis!" Jim exclaimed. "Finally." He rolled on to his back and held his arms out to her. Smiling, she crawled to him and let herself be pulled into a fierce hug.

"You're poking me," she laughed.

"Sorry, Sis." He let her go and pushed her off him so she ended up between them. "We were sort of almost in the middle of something else. Weren't we, Sebby?"

Sebastian grumbled something, not looking at either of them.

"Oh, don't mind him," Jim giggled. "He's just a little modest. He'll get over it." He turned on his side to face her. "So," he began, "what took you so long?"

"I had a job," she said, a little evasively. "I told you. It just took a little longer than expected."

"Yeah. Almost a month longer. I've missed you." He hugged her again.

Sebastian grunted and sat up, pulling the sheet around his waist. "I'll take a shower," he murmured, and got out of the bed.

"Rude!" Jim called after him as he left the room.

"It's okay," Jemima said, before kissing his cheek. "He barely knows me."

"That's not what I meant." Jim grinned and pressed against her. "He didn't take care of me before leaving."

She punched his chest playfully. "You're terrible," she said. "You want a hand?"

…

After his shower, Sebastian went downstairs and started making tea. As he put on the kettle, he cursed under his breath. He had all but forgotten that hazy memory from years ago. But seeing Jim and Jemima together, hugging and laughing, had brought it all back. He had convinced himself he had been mistaken. Had shrugged off the odd stirring it had raised in him.

But now, seeing Jemima comfortably resting against Jim's naked aroused body, he was not so sure. They seemed awfully… familiar. But no! They were brother and sister. Well, not really. But still?

He should just ask, really. 'Hey Jim. Are you shagging your sister?' That would go down well if he was mistaken. And if he wasn't? What then? It wasn't exactly as if he and Jim were exclusive. Sebastian liked girls. A lot. And Jim liked... Well, Jim liked anybody. And did anybody. Sebastian smiled.

But this was different. If 'this' was anything. He couldn't quite explain why. He didn't exactly feel jealous, but there was something very unsettling about the thought of those two together. Maybe because he had had such a big crush on Jemima back in school, and then he and Jim had gotten together and... Hell, he didn't know what was going on or why it made him feel so strange. He would just have to wait and see. If there really was something going on between those two, he'd find out soon enough.

…

Jemima chuckled as she let herself roll over on her back, panting slightly. "Sometimes it feels like you're trying to suck my brain out through my mouth." She held her sticky hand up, examining it lazily.

"Maybe I am." Jim sat up and looked down at her. "I bet it would taste delicious." He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. Then he took her hand and began licking it clean.

"Jim..." she huffed. "That's disgusting." She giggled. "And it tickles." Jim didn't react but sucked her fingers into his mouth one by one. "It's Sebastian, isn't it?" she asked. "He's been teaching you all kinds of kinky tricks."

He opened one eye and glanced at her as he sucked particularly hard on her index finger. Then he licked her palm and turned to her. "Not exactly teaching," he said as he lay down, his chin resting on her chest as he smiled at her. "It's more like I feel a need to constantly surprise him, to take things just a little bit further. And considering where we've already been it's getting increasingly harder."

She smiled and stroked his hair. "You really are quite a pair. I'm not sure I even want to know what kind of things you get up to."

He grinned at her. "No?"

The impish look in his eyes made her laugh. "Okay, maybe a little. But not now. Now I want to know: did you do it?"

He smiled teasingly. "Do what?"

"Prat!" She poked his side, making him squirm. "You know what. Don't make me tickle you."

"Okay, alright, fine." He giggled. "Yes, I did. Two days earlier than expected, I reached my first million." He beamed at her.

"I'm so proud of you," she said, reaching down to ruffle his hair. "You're such a gorgeous little genius."

He practically purred as he leaned into her hand. They lay for a while, enjoying the other's presence. Then Jim asked: "So how about it?"

She frowned. His mind did tend to skip sometimes and she had no idea about what he was talking about.

"You," he said, "shagging Sebastian."

She laughed. "Still on about that?"

He sat up and looked down at her, intently. "I know you've wanted to since that time he brought me home. And he's had the hots for you even longer. Why shouldn't you shag each other?"

"Oh, I don't know. Because he's my brother's boyfriend? It's just not right to shag your brother's boyfriend."

He snorted. "It's not right to shag your brother. That never held you back."

She frowned at him. "That's different. You're not my real brother. I'm not your real sister. But I do love you, and Sebastian is your boyfriend. I don't want to come between you."

Jim leaned down and kissed her. "You could never come between us Sis. Besides, he shags all the girls who'll drop and spread for him; I'm already shagging you... It makes sense, doesn't it? I mean, when you both clearly want it."

Jemima considered it for a moment. "When you put it like that, I suppose it does. So what should I do? Just go down there and jump him?"

He looked at her for a moment, then, a little hesitantly, said: "I want to watch."

"Oh..."

He watched her, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Is that okay?"

Finally she nodded. "Yes," she said. "It's not just any shag. I can understand why you want to be there."

His relieved smile was so endearing that she couldn't help but kiss him. "You could join us," she said. "I've handled two before."

"We've never shared," Jim said pensively. "Maybe we could. But not the first time. That should be just him and you. Get it out of the way, so to speak."

"How romantic."

…

Sebastian tensed as he heard the steps coming down the stairs. He looked up. As he had expected, they both had an arm around the other's waist and Jim was leaning his head on Jemima's shoulder. He sighed. He wasn't imagining it. Those two were a lot closer than a brother and sister should be. But then again, they weren't, were they?

Sebastian shook his head, trying to clear it.

"You two want tea?" he asked.

Jim smiled up at Jemima. "I'm going out to get cigarettes," he said. "But I'm sure Sis would love one." He kissed her cheek and then went to get his coat.

Jemima came over and sat at the kitchen table. "Finally alone," she said. "I don't think that's ever happened before."

To his own embarrassment, all Sebastian could do was grunt in assent. He poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of her. "Milk?" he asked, rather lamely. "Sugar?"

She smiled at him. "Milk would be lovely, thanks."

He went and got the milk, and then sat down across from her, focusing on his own cup to avoid looking at her. He could feel her watching him and it was making him very uncomfortable.

"It's a nice place you got here," she said, her tone only a little ironic. "You two have made quite a life for yourselves. I'm impressed."

Sebastian grunted again, but then pulled himself together. "It's okay," he said. "I didn't plan on making burgers as a career, but it pays the bills. And Jim is pretty useless when it comes to holding down a job." Her smile and nod encouraged him. "But he's great at handling things here. I don't know how he makes ends meet, except..." he hesitated. Did she know what kind of things Jim got up to? The stealing. The... other stuff. Sebastian wasn't even sure what Jim meant when he said he did 'favours' for people.

Jemima chuckled. "Yes, I know about the 'except'. He's always been like that. Sticking his nose and fingers where they didn't belong. But he always gets out safe, so we never ask. Right?"

He nodded, grinning a little.

"He always gets away with anything, doesn't he?" she continued, her tone changed subtly.

Sebastian frowned at her. "I suppose..."

"Like he got away with you."

Sebastian nearly spit out his tea. "Excuse me?" he sputtered.

"Yes, I had my eye on you back in the days. But he beat me to it. The little shit." Somehow she made last words sound like a term of endearment. She caught his eyes and he found he couldn't look away. She smiled and leaned forward a little. "I can't believe I let him get to you first."

Sebastian felt like a deer caught in headlights. Literally. Her eyes held his captive. They were exactly like Jim's. It didn't make any sense. She was not his sister. He was not her brother. So how did they have the exact same eyes? The shape. The colour. The smouldering fire always lurking under the surface ready to turn into a roaring inferno.

He hadn't noticed that she had gotten up and moved around the table. Suddenly, she was right in front of him, looking down with a slightly predatory smile as he sat, trapped between her and the table. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Then she straightened up.

"Is it okay if I take a shower?" she asked, casually.

He seemed to have lost the ability to speak, so he nodded, unable to take his eyes of her lips, as they smiled smugly. She went and picked up her bag and headed for the stairs. Just before she disappeared out of sight, she looked back at him and winked.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go after her."

Sebastian jumped. "Jesus Christ, Jim. When did you get in?"

Jim giggled. "While she was doing her hypnosis bit on you. She's good, right?"

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair. "Uhm... Yes?"

Jim walked to him and gave him a brief hug. "Come on. I'll go with you. She doesn't bite...Well, yeah, she does, but she's really good at it."

Sebastian chuckled weakly as Jim grabbed his wrist and hauled him towards the stairs.