Chapter 1: the revelation
I grew up in a happy family with my mum, dad and brother. Although my older bother could be annoying, yeah, he was all right. All my mates fancied him. Tom was two years older than me, 20. He was tall, about 6ft 2in with a tanned toned body, deep blue eyes & soft dark brown hair. Which I still think has too much gel in it. I had always liked my brother; I’d grown up looking up to him. As an 8 year old, I had followed him all over the place. 10 years on, I would still go to Tom with my problems, we were very close. He’d hold me when I needed to cry. Tom would always make everything so much better.
“BECCA! Get down here.” I could hear Tom calling me. I rushed down the stairs; I would do anything for Tom. He was the best brother I could wish for.
“Yes Tom?” I asked as I entered the kitchen. Looking up I saw that Tom was topless, dirty and sweaty. “Been gardening again have you?”
“Yup” Tom replied, “and I need some help.”
Tom had studied agriculture at college & was now a full time gardener at a stately home about 10 minutes away from home. However, it was Sunday, Toms day off. I admired my brothers’ lean, tanned torso. Years of gardening had given him muscles, big ones! His stomach was taut, a well defined six pack rippled as he moved. Lifting spades of dirt had made his arm muscles grow. Today tom was wearing a pair of old ripped jeans, trainers and nothing else as far as I could see.
Our garden was spectacular; it was Toms on going project. Every spare moment he had was spent in that garden. I ran upstairs to change into something that I didn’t mind getting dirty. An old white top & some shorts. It was a hot summer day. I admired my smooth long legs in the mirror as I changed. “Ready” I called out, as I walked into the kitchen. Tom was wetting a towel under the tap & washing the dirt of his chest
“Just cooling down” he said. “Here, can you do my back for me Becs?”
“Only if you stop calling me Becs!” I smiled cheekily. Tom knew I hated being called that. I took the cold wet towel from him and wiped it over his back. I blushed slightly as I thought of how nice Tom’s skin felt, how firm his muscles were.
“Something you want to tell me sis?” I woke up from my daydream,
“What?” Your blushing, Tom told me. This made me blush even more.
“Nope, nothing” I mumbled.
“Come on then trouble, I need help taking soil from one place to another. I’m making a bank of flowers”
“Sounds nice” I responded, returning to my non-blushing self. I followed Tom out to the garden. I held the wheelbarrow as Tom filled it with soil, and then tipped it out where the bank was going to be. I watched silently as Tom bent down. His peachy bottom showing through his well fitting jeans.
“So how’s Arron?” Tom asked
“Fine” I responded, Arron was my boyfriend of 1 month. He was nice, but just not nice enough. We didn’t click, and he was still trying to pressure me into having sex with him. I had decided when I was 15 that I’d wait until I found some one I really loved. I didn’t
really
love Arron.
“You don’t sound so sure”
“I’m not,” I said moodily
“Want to talk about it?” Tom was great at the sensitive listening thing so I decided to tell him all about the problems with Arron as we worked.
“He doesn’t sound worth the bother” Said Tom as we cleared up. We had moved all the soil necessary. “ You shouldn’t be with someone who doesn’t respect your wishes”
“No-one respects my wishes” I had had trouble with many boyfriends in the past.
“Hey! I respect you sis.” Tom put an arm round my and hugged me to him
“Ewwww!” I screamed, “you’re all sweaty and dirty, get off!” I pushed Tom away from me and ran down the garden. Tom chased me, slapping my bum playfully; he caught me up & wrapped his arms round me.
