A/N: Sorry this one took so long to get out. I really appreciate all the feedback. Next installment should be up shortly.
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We had ended up showering, going home, and crawling into bed without dinner. Both of us were exhausted, physically, and emotionally.
I didn't know how to work out the way I felt about my brother. I just tried to push the feelings aside and focus on other things.
I am straight. Completely straight.
And, even if I was gay, which I'm not, I wouldn't be in love with my brother.
I found the Jennifer's number scrunched up in my equipment bag, and decided to give her a call. She seemed easy at the game, she had been wearing a crop top and short shorts. And she wanted to go out with me based on the fact alone that I was on the baseball team.
When I phoned her, she was more than willing to go out with me that night. I didn't have a game, or practice, and she told me she was off work. I guess it worked out perfectly.
"Jess, I'm going out in a couple hours." I told my brother, sitting next to him on the couch. He was relaxing, eating a bowl of cereal and watching some crappy evening sitcom. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I think they may've been mine, but I didn't care. We shared pretty much everything.
"Where?" He looked up from the TV, setting his curious green eyes on mine.
"I have a date with Jennifer." I said, nonchalantly.
"Who?" He asked, putting down his bowl of cereal.
"Some girl at the baseball game. I expect I'll be home late, so don't worry about waiting up for me." I said, standing. I had to get changed.
"Are you going to bring her over here?" My brother asked.
"Na, we'll go to her house. I'm not going to make you listen to my fuck-fest." I said, jokingly. He raised his eyebrow at me.
"Wouldn't be the first time." He said.
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Jennifer verged on the unbearable. Fuck, she was annoying. The only thing she talked about was how much she hated her physics professor, how much she hated her waitressing gig, and how sexy I looked in my baseball pants. Don't get me wrong, I didn't mind the flattery, but after three hours of it, I was pretty much done.
We'd gone out to the bar, and we'd gotten a couple drinks. We weren't anywhere near being smashed, but she acted like she was anyway. Did she think that I would find it sexy?
It was around ten thirty when we left, and she led me back to her house. I pushed her against the door and kissed her. She tasted like strawberries and alcohol. It was so...feminine. Too feminine. Her hands ran up my chest, feeling me, but I felt no urge to reciprocate. I felt her tongue flicking at my bottom lip, but I kept my mouth closed to her.
I pulled away and we were both a little breathless.
"Why don't you come inside?" She asked suggestively, her hands still feeling up my shirt. I didn't want to. There was nothing about this girl that I found attractive. It wasn't even that I wasn't attracted to her, it was that she was too god-damn annoying.
"I can't tonight, babe." I said, trying to sound somewhat upset about it.
"Oh, why not?" She jutted out her bottom lip like a child, and her hands moved gently down to my crotch. She started rubbing gently.
"I have a calculus test tomorrow morning." I lied, trying to pull away from her.
"Oh, boo," She murmured sadly, "Well call me tomorrow, k?" She winked at me. I nodded and gave her a smile that I hoped came across as apologetic. Then, I headed home.
God, she was annoying. And she thought she was sexy, which was even more annoying, because she wasn't. I sighed as I pulled away from her house.