Title : The un-sharing sister.

Rating : T

Genre : Family

Pairing: Jacob and his kid sister. (OC)

Twelve year old Jillian Black stormed into the Lahote residence and went straight into her sister's bedroom.

Without knocking.

A very pregnant and exhausted Rachel lay on the large bed while Paul massaged her feet.

Scowling and fuming, Jillian plopped on the mattress. She didn't greet them—didn't even look at them—but still, the couple observed the youngest Black.

"Well, hello to you too, pouty. Looks like you are having a wonderful Saturday." Laughing, Paul teased her, but the smirk dropped from his lips when he received death glares from both girls.

Admonishing her husband with a shake of her head, Rachel turned to her sister.

"Hi, sweetie. What's up?"

"It's Saturday, Rach,and Jake doesn't remember. I woke up early and got ready—making plans for the day—but then dad told me Jake left. He didn't even bother to let me know he was busy. He's with his precious girlfriend...and..." She was so angry she stopped talking, unsure of how to express her emotions without sounding jealous.

Saturday was their day. Exclusively for the two of them, it was a day to enjoy, have fun, and spend quality time together. This tradition had been going on for as long as she remembered, but over the past few weeks, it had died down. Now, Jake never had time for Jillian—not since she entered his life.

"Woo! Someone is jealous." Paul loved teasing his sister-in-law almost as much as he loved her. She was the younger sibling he always wanted.

"Shut it, Paul, before I make you." Jillian gave him a warning glare that was meant to be fierce.

Laughing at the expression on her face, he knew she was frustrated, but he still couldn't stop pushing her buttons. "Why are you Blacks so damn bossy?"

Rachel intervened with a wink. "It's the alpha blood, baby. Deal with it."

Suddenly, Paul pulled his wife close. "Oh, I know how to deal with it. Trust me."

"Get a room, you two!" Jillian groaned and slapped a hand over her eyes.

Winking at his sister-in-law, he couldn't resist the urge to pick on her one last time. "We are in a room. Our room."

That was it! The last straw!

Throwing her arms in the air, she stormed out of their room, not pausing until the sound of Paul's laughter and Rachel's pleas died down.

Making her way to First Beach, she switched on her iPod, increasing the volume blaring through the ear buds until everything tuned out but her thoughts.

She shouldn't act like this—like a kid, like a brat—but she hated that Jake didn't have time for her anymore.

This was part of growing up, but it was difficult to share him with someone else because they had always been very close.

More than a brother, he was her best friend.

Being the youngest in the family, she was definitely pampered and loved, but Jake gave her special attention, and she cared for him the most. Now, she was afraid she was going to lose lose him, and she hated feeling forgotten and helpless.

Arriving at the beach, she sat on a piece of driftwood, continuing her contemplation. She needed a plan—a way to get her brother back.

As the cool, briny wind from the ocean blew to shore and ruffled her hair, two warm hands gripped her shoulders from behind. Jumping slightly from the unexpected interruption, she turned to see Jake, then immediately looked away. She was not yet calm enough to speak to him.

Sitting next to her on the log, he plucked out her ear buds and ducked his head. A gentle finger guided her chin, requesting she make eye contact.

Jillian attempted to maintain her dignity by staring daggers into her brother's eyes, but her resolve failed miserably when he tried to use her patented puppy-dog look.

"I'm sorry, kid."

"Finally, you remember you have a sister!"

Jacob sighed—she really was at an impressionable age.

"Jill, I know I have been a pathetic brother these past few months. But sweetheart, Bella is going through a tough time, and I'm just helping her out. I promise to make it up to you. Forgive me?"

"I don't want to share you, Jake." With her lower lip trembling, she finally opened up to him.

"You don't have to. Bella is my friend—a very close friend—and I will always be there for her, but that doesn't affect our relationship. I will always be your brother, and you'll always be my baby sister. Nothing can change that. Ever! I love you, kid."

Jillian understood what he was saying, and his assurance alleviated the weight from her shoulders.

"Is that a promise I can hold on to, Jake?"

"Yes, it is." Jake pulled her into a hug and kissed her crown. Returning the affection, she relaxed in his embrace.

"Now, how about we go bowling? Just you and me?" He asked.

"Yes! That sounds great!" Jillian stood, preparing to leave. "But before that, will you punch Paul for me?" Perfected from years of use, she turned her pleading, puppy-dog eyes on Jake, and he instantly melted.

"Gladly." His laughter boomed around them as they made their way toward the Lahote residence to teach Paul a lesson in manners.

Thank you for reading. Have a good day. :)

Chamsp.