Hello everyone I am back, finally found someone to help me with my story, and again thank you to that wonderful person, I also would like to thank everyone who's left me wonderful reviews on my last chapter, thank you to those who are favorites, following or just reading you guys and girls are awesome.

Here is my new chapter, I'm giving it a M rating due to sexual context

Things get kind of hot and heavy between Frank and Callie. I know there's some younger people on here if you're uncomfortable I'd suggest you skim over it. I think you Frank and Callie fans will be pleased, I've been debating on whether to write on or not, I felt the timing had to be right I didn't want to put it in just anywhere felt this would be the moment they take their relationship to the next level. This is my first time writing a scene like this and the last, there may be chapters where they make out...and maybe a hint of them being intimate.

Cherylann Rivers you guess right if Callie's little hint...you asked what's going on in that apartment...you're about to find out ;)

A brother's revenge Chapter 8

"Welcome to my home." Callie announced cheerfully once they reached room B14. She took her key out of her purse and inserting it into the lock, she swung open the door. "My parents bought me a living room set as a graduation gift. I still have to get a bed and other things, Mom said she'll help me decorate to make it feel like home."

Frank nodded and followed her inside making sure he closed and locked the door behind him. He quickly took the apartment in. It was small but had a warm and cozy feel to it. The walls were white with tan carpeting covering the floor. There was a small kitchen with white cabinets and gray granite countertops and an island with two bar stools. A small table that served as the dinner table sat in the corner.

The kitchen opened up to the living room. There was a gray sofa that looked inviting, a large white pillow at each end, a red blanket draped over the loveseat, an ottoman on the floor. A bookshelf and desk wasn't too far, facing the rest of the room.

Callie showed him the two bedrooms down the hallway. "This one is my room." She said as they stepped into the room on the left hand side. "It's not as big as my room at my parents' house, which means I'm going to have to purge some of my stuff to make room."

Frank noticed the walls were white, along with the ceiling and the door to the walk in closet. Beams of sunshine filtered into the room from open blinds from the windows. He walked over to the windows pulling the blinds up getting a full view of the tall buildings of Bayport University in the distance. Suddenly his mind was lost in thought and a feeling of sadness began to take over.

Callie noticed he had been quiet since they left the lobby, "Frank, why don't we go back into the living room." She suggested, a slight nod of his head was his response.

"Come on." She went up to him, taking his hand in hers; she led him back out of the room. Once in the living room she led him over to the couch. She released his hand and sat down, leaning back against the cushions as she kicked her shoes off. She patted the spot next to her, inviting him to sit, hoping he'd start talking. He sat beside her, resting his hand on her knee.

She placed her hand on his. Frank leaned his head back resting on the couch and closed his eyes.

"Frank, are you okay? If you want to talk, I'm here ready to listen."

He rubbed his eyes suddenly feeling tired, "I'd be lying if I said I was okay." He opened his eyes and looked at her. He sighed warily, " That's the thing with depression, I think, I don't know how, I'm going to feel from one day to the next. Sometimes my emotions hit me in waves and it can be draining to the point where I'm physically exhausted."

"I mean, here you are ready to start your new life." His voice deflated with every word, "And I'm not even close to being ready for Princeton. I'm supposed to be there on the third of August; I'm not even close to ready for that."

"Tomorrow is the first day of July practically the start of summer, I thought I'd be spending it with you, my family, friends...watching fireworks on the 4th along the waterfront of the docks on Shore Road like we do every year. And at the end of July my 19th birthday...for all I know I could be spending it in prison."

"Before leaving for college I thought I'd sit down with each of my family members and friends, one on one, to say goodbye to them and to let them know how much of a positive impact they've made on my life; hopefully I've impacted them the same way."

"That is something Dr. Reese has encouraged me to do, to be a little open in regards to my emotions." He paused. "I'm still working up the nerve and trying to figure out what to say to Joe." He glanced down at his hands before looking back up at Callie. "To you."

He shook his head, "We're engaged to be married...after we graduate college...and work towards building our future together...that was our plan... But instead I'm dealing with so much crazy shit. Hell, maybe I am crazy. I swear I saw that kid in the lobby...something about him bugs me...I don't know why?" He huffed and closed his eyes.

"You are not crazy. If you said you saw him. I believe you." Callie stated. Frank opened his eyes and looked at her; Callie could tell there was something else on his mind. She waited patiently for him to speak. He tossed one of the throw pillows on the ottoman.

He reached back and took his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans. Callie leaned over and watched as he scrolled through his contact list, stopping when it got to Phil Cohen. Her heart sank; she knew who, or what, was on his mind. It hadn't been more than two weeks since their good friend had been brutally murdered.

Frank let out a heavy sigh as tears seeped from the corners of his eyes, his chin starting to quiver as he choked out. "About a hundred times today, I've wanted to give Phil a call or send him a text...but I can't...I know he's not going to answer...why... because he's dead."

Tears rolled down his face, "He was my best friend...I should've been there...I could have stopped it." He threw the phone on the floor.

"What happened to him was not your fault... Frank, you were in the hospital...you had a situation with your heart...your health needed attention."

"It still hurts that he's gone."

"I know." Callie said softly. She reached up and began running her fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him.

She sniffed back tears of her own, "I miss him too. He was a good friend. He didn't deserve what happened to him. Phil had his whole life ahead of him...I'm angry it got taken away from him."

Frank nodded. He sniffed back an angry sob, "He was supposed to be getting ready for college, just like us... He was looking forward to going to MIT. But it's not going to happen...and it's all Henry's fault! Phil was going to start his own software company. He was already working on something...it's never going to happen...because of Henry."

He stopped himself and wiping the tears from his eyes, his voice grew serious. "And then there's his cousin Seth. I hadn't gotten the chance to meet him. How sad is that? He ended up losing his life trying to help me and Joe. It's not fair. I do know one thing though: when the time is right I'm going to find Henry. He's going to pay for taking both Phil and Seth's lives."

"I know you will, and you're right, it's not fair." Callie agreed.

She sniffed back an angry sob and wiped her tears away, "Just like it's not fair that you're being accused of killing Hayden, that horrible man. And I want you to know, that I believe you are innocent. You did not kill him. I'll stick by you no matter what. And if you're worried about your father and brother they will work things out. You'll see. "

"I love you so much." She gave his hand a light squeeze.

He smiled back at her beautiful face. "I love you too. You don't know how much your support means to me."

He felt his spirit suddenly lift. He was happy she was here. Callie had told him earlier she had heard of his arrest on the news, which he hadn't wanted her to find out like that. She had called his mother to find out what was going on. All Laura could tell her was that he was being accused of murdering Jack Hayden, and about Frank's bail hearing for this morning.

Callie had asked if she could be there to support him. Frank felt so lucky to have this beautiful, amazing creature in his life in spite of the hell he was going through.

However that was far from everything he'd been sensing in regards to his brother. Joe had so often expressed his joy at having his big brother out of jail and back home. But Frank didn't like the growing tension between his father and brother; sooner or later he'd have to go home to deal with it.

"Well, we don't have to be home for supper until 6 this evening." He said feeling relaxed. "So that means I get to spend the rest of the day with you. Could we talk about something else?"

'Actually, we don't have to talk at all." Callie smiled mischievously. Frank lifted his eyebrow, looking at her strangely. "We could make out?"

"Make out?" Frank laughed. "Like a couple of high school kids."

"Yup...except we're grownups now, we can...stay out as late as we want...do whatever we want. We can go right in to second base.." She leaned into him and traced his lips with her finger, before kissing them. "slide into...third," she whispered seductively. "And if you're lucky...you'll get a grand slam..."

Callie tossed her blonde hair back over her shoulder and climbed on to his lap, pressing his back against the couch she took his hands and placed them on her hips of her jeans. She felt his hands slid to her ass giving her a firm squeeze making her wet down below.

She began unbuttoning his shirt and spread it apart and began running her hands down his bare chest. Her thumb grazed his left nipple causing a small gasp to escape his lips.

Her touch was making his body feel tingly and heat growing in his jeans. Frank swallowed a lump in his throat. "Cal..." he started to say a word, She started kissing his chin, then his throat leaving a trail of hot kisses all the way to the nape of his neck. She could feel his body responding to her touch.

She slid her hands down his chest and letting her fingers trace over his abs before traveling down to the waist line of his jeans. She popped open his jeans and slid down the zipper, her hand slipped inside, and she began to stroke him.

"Wait, Callie..." Frank said, voice shaking placed his hand on her to stop.

"Don't you like me touching you?"

He was a little disappointed when she removed her hand from him, He let out a breath. It's not that he didn't want to... her touch felt really good, Damn good...he wasn't sure if now was the time.

"It's okay, Frank we're engaged." She slid her hands up his chest and locking her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his. "Besides, didn't I just saved you from those nasty girls?"

"That you did." Frank smirked. "Callie...I love you and believe me... I want to show you how much... it's just with everything going on right now...the last thing I need is to get you pregnant."

"I'm safe. I'm taking precautions to make sure that doesn't happen." Callie looked at him seriously. "Frank, its okay I want this."

She saw him start to hesitate, she quickly added, "Do you remember when we stood under that oak tree out at the Morton farm? We expressed our feelings of how much we love each other, we even shared a kiss. It was a beautiful moment that I'll always treasure."

Frank nodded.

Yes, He remembered ...it was a beautiful moment before the tragic nightmare with Hayden sneaking on to Chet's farm killing his dog … and Joe had gone missing...fearing the worst had happened to him.

Frank quickly pushed that thought out of his head...he didn't want to think about it...instead he focused on the moment he shared with Callie where he opened up his heart to her under that oak tree...he told her he loved her... tasting her lips...he didn't want to forget in that moment he was truly happy.

Callie continued on. "I trust you. You're the man I want a future with. I love you. And want to show you." She gazed up at him, losing herself in his brown eyes. 'Don't be afraid to show me. I am yours." She gave him a passionate kiss on his lips.

He pulled her back keeping her at arms linked, "I love you." He said breathlessly looking into her eyes.

This time Frank didn't hold back...he returned the kiss feasting on her lips. Oh, those beautiful sweet lips. In a bold move, His tongue plunged between her lips, tasted her, found her tongue twined around his. His hands drove into her blond hair, grabbed handfuls of it and crushed her mouth to his as her strong fingers slid into his hair to pull his mouth down against hers.

Callie let him take control over her as his lips left hers, letting her catch her breath and began planting kisses along her jaw finding their way to the nape of her neck, coming back up drove into her lips.

Frank moved his hand down to her shoulder, then off her shoulder to her breast. He fondled her breast through her shirt for a second, and then he began to unbutton her shirt. and pulled it open to show her half cup bra. He reached around her and undid the clasp of her bra and the bra hung loosely from her shoulders.

He moved his hands to her breasts and began to massage them, kneading them, tasting them, gripping them, running his thumb over her hard nipples. The touch of his hands so warm on her bare skin sent another burst of heat straight to her core and made it ache as a small sound escaped her. "Frank."

She broke free from his touch long enough to stand up to discard her shirt and bra to the floor, her jeans and panties soon followed.

"You're beautiful." He said drinking in the sight of her naked body.

The heat in his jeans was begging for release, Frank couldn't take it anymore. He needed her, now! He stood up and took off the rest of his shirt and his jeans.

Now it was Callie's turn to drink in the sight of him. "Those nasty girls were right, you are Tall, dark and, sexy."

Frank reached for her again pulling her close, his voice husky with emotion, "Lucky for you, you get the full package." Once again they began feasting on each others lips, hands roaming their bodies, letting out moans and groans.

Callie slid her hands up his chest and locking her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his. Blindly, Frank picked her up and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. He laid her down on the couch and buried himself into her. Their bodies melted into the heat of passion.

"Frank!"

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A few minutes or so later...

Callie was buttoning up her shirt when she got to the last button she glanced up at a shirtless Frank, who was zipping up his jeans. He picked his shirt up off the floor and put it on. He glanced up meeting her gaze and smiling at her.

"Look at you with a smile on your face." She smiled back at him.

"Well it's your fault, you put it there." He teased lowering his head down, to kiss her lips.

"Are you okay?" He asked curiously. "Considering this was our first time."

"I'm fine," she smiled. "Perfectly fine." She reassured him noting a hint of concern in his eyes. "You were gentle and firm, made me feel beautiful." She winked and hinted suggestively, "you did hit a grand slam." She saw concern disappear from his eyes, in place his face turned pink and a light in his eyes and a smile was back on his face.

Frank cleared his throat, he took a breath, "Well you were pretty good yourself." He couldn't stop smiling at her. It was hard to put into words of what he was feeling, happy, excited, exhausted from expressing his love to her. But the glow on her face and the light in her eyes Frank could tell she was feeling the same way. It was a good feeling.

"So do you really like this apartment?" She asked him once they were dressed.

The question snapped Frank out of his thoughts, he looked at her. "Yes, "I like it, it's nice."

"Good, I'm glad." She replied pleased to hear his answer.

"However, I don't like the idea of you living alone. You should start looking for a roommate. Preferably, someone trustworthy."

Callie smiled. That sounded so much like Frank, she loved his protectiveness. Inwardly, she was bursting with excitement because so far his answers was what she wanted to hear. However, she was a little hesitant of what she wanted to ask him next, she was hoping it wasn't going to scare him off.

"Actually, I do have someone in mind." She took a deep breath and blurred out. "you."

Frank just looked at Callie, blinking. His mind turning the words over and over of what she was asking him. "You want me to move in here?"

"That's right."

"You and me living here?" He repeated pointing at the floor. "Together."

"Yes," Callie confirmed again. All at once Frank took a step back from her and went over to the window. Her heart dropped at his reaction, Maybe this wasn't a good idea?

"Frank, I'm sorry, please don't be angry." She went over to him. 'It was just an idea I had. It's one of the reasons, I decided to get an apartment, instead of living in a dorm."

Frank turned away from the window and looked at her. He took a deep breath. "Don't apologize, and I'm not angry. It just a lot to take in. I'm mean, we went from being engage, to making love for the first time, and now you're talking about us living together."

"I know it's overwhelming. But it's just something to think about?"

"How would we even make it work, with me away at Princeton?" Frank asked, as he was overwhelmed but he had to talk it out in order to think properly.

"We can make it work, Frank." Callie brought up tentatively. "I know, you're going to want to spend time with your family and they're going to want their time with you. Joe, especially, I get that and respect it."

"Think of this as another option, another place where you can stay when you come home. This apartment isn't just my apartment, it's ours. So we can have our time together." She placed her hand on her chest, before placing her hand on his chest," We're not in high school anymore, we're grownups now, we need to make decisions that is best for us."

She added lastly, "You don't have to make a decision now, just think about it." Callie gazed up at Frank, waiting patiently for him to answer. She could almost see the thought running in his head.

After giving her words some thought, Frank framed her face with his hands, He sighed heavily, "It is a lot to think about. " He answered honestly, "Let's just keep it as a maybe, for now. "

"A maybe is good." She smiled at him. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He smiled wrapping his arms around her, and held her close for a moment and then planted a kiss on her forehead. then his warm lips met hers, she returned his kiss passionately, and smiled at him when he pulled his head back.

"I don't know about you, but I think I worked up quite an appetite," He suggested changing the subject. "Why don't we get out of here? Grab a bite to eat. After all it is almost noon."

"Sounds good." She agreed. They left the apartment building, and walked hand in hand out to the parking lot to Callie's car. All at once he stopped dead in his tracks, Callie notice his face suddenly paled.

"Frank, what's wrong?" Callie asked concern for him.

She followed his gaze and gasped in shock at the sight of in front of them. Her little green Nissan, the front tires were slashed... on the windshield in black spray paint were the words, " Eye for an eye... A brother for a brother... soon a Hardy boy will die!