Rose sat on the cold hard, white ceramic sink with her brother standing in front of her. God, she felt so stupid for going out with George again, he made her feel so angry now and sad, why couldn't she just find a nice guy to be with, was it so hard? She needed someone like Jason, someone who could care for her and protect her when things got rough and someone who would never hurt her the way George did. She could still feel his rough fist on her cheek, her eyes began to get a glossy coating to them, why couldn't she just listen to Jason. Tears slowly went from her eyes and rolled down her red cheeks.<br/><br/>As Jason grabbed the cold wet cloth from the cabinet she winced when it touched her cheek, a shock of pain had gone through her face and the coldness of the rough cloth didn't help with it at all but she knew he was just trying to help. She could feel his sharp eyes looking at her intensely, she knew exactly what he was thinking,<i>I told you so, </i>she tried to hold back some of her tears, "P-please, just d-don't say it." Her voice was cracky and shaky as she cried lightly. His hard rough hand gently caressed her unharmed cheek, it was nice to feel his warmth and the comfort he was trying to provide to her.<br/><br/>Rose thought about the beating that Jason had given to George, he really kicked the shit out of him. There was no doubt that he had a broken nose and probably a few broken ribs from the knee he took from Jason. She looked down in shame at her legs on the sink, spread a bit apart. Rose could see his large muscles rippling with each movement he made, she so badly just wanted to reach out and touch them. His skin looked so soft despite the tattoos he had gotten a while back. His muscles were so big and strong, his abs were like a washboard it was crazy how fit he was.<br/><br/>She felt Jason kiss her cheek, it was so close to her mouth. His lips were rough but still soft as they touched her skin. The feeling of him kissing her gave her goosebumps on her arms. He was always so gentle with her, she could smell the mint on his breathe as he got closer to her. He always ate a tic tac after he smoked a cigarette or cigar as a way of being polite, no one wants to smell smokey breath from anyone. Rose liked to smoke but didn't do it to often, she knew it was bad for her but he kept doing it regardless.<br/><br/>Rose's body had reacted the same way when he kissed her forehead, his chin was right in front of her eyes. She could see the rough black stubble from his recently shaven beard that grew quickly. He used to scratch it against her face as a joke because it felt like a carpet burn and she smiled at her memories of him as she was a child. Jason always made her feel safe and loved, she truly believed he was the only person on the planet who loved her. Her mom had left them alone with their drunk father who could barely remember her or his own name in the morning and would hit them both. It was awful but Jason always kept her safe.<br/><br/>She saw his eyes meet hers and in a very quick motion he pressed his lips against hers, his rough lips sent a shock through her body, like a drug. His hand drew her hair back and she felt his tongue invading her mouth. His rough wet tongue explored her mouth carefully, not too roughly but more sensually. The scent of mint entered into her mouth along with his tongue. He kissed her so intensely but she felt safe and loved as he did this, maybe this was why he was so protective of her, he loved her? His hands on both sides of her cheeks just added to the feeling she was getting, his rough cold hands cupping her cheeks lovingly.<br/><br/>As he pulled away from her a string o saliva followed and then broke as he went further back. She was mesmerized by the kiss, speechless, she could still taste the mint and feel his tongue as if it was still in her mouth. A look of shock was on her face, she didn't know what to do, what did this mean, her mind was on fire with thoughts. "J-Jason." She stuttered when she got nervous or was overcome with emotions, "Y-you just kissed me? With your t-tougue?" her cheeks when red with blush. She hadn't been kissed like that in a long time.<br/><br/>The way he turned around so quickly without saying anything back hurt her a little bit, she was so confused now. How did she feel about her brother, usually it was a mix of emotions mostly involving safety and his harsh rules along with harsh words to make sure she stayed safe. But now she was feeling something different and she didn't know what it was. Did she like him more than a sister should? It was all very confusing. She watched him walk away as he went to shower and came back a few moments later.<br/><br/>They walked back to the car in silence. And then drove home in silence, it was killing her but she had no idea what to say. The hum of the cars engine and the radio was the only thing that was audible in the car. Rose sat there awkwardly, looking out the window and at the pouring rain, her thoughts on a totally different planet. As the car pulled into the driveway and he put it in park, she glanced at him with lost eyes but he just walked out of the car and they went their separate ways. Her to her room and his to his. It was hard for her not to talk to him, whether it be about the kiss or not.<br/><br/>Rose sat in her room as the sun set slowly, she spent all the time trying to figure out what that kiss meant to him and to her. She knew what the emotion she was feeling now was, love. She had never had that kind of love before and it was so tempting and she thought it would be silly to waste it. A tear rolled down her face as she realized she loved her brother and hadn't seen that he loved her too sooner. Rose was no longer confused about her emotions, the bright moonlight shone into her room as the rain continued to fall heavy down onto the ground, winds also starting to pick up. Rose stood up off of her bed and in a moment of pure courage she slowly stripped out of her tank top and army pants, it was cold, her skin had goosebumps all over it. They couldn't afford the heating so all heat in the house was from a fire, blanket, or another person. She knew now that she wanted him, every time she thought about the stuff he did for her just made her love him more and more to the point where she wanted, no, had to show him  how she felt now. The kiss had awoken this feeling inside of her like a hot primal fire.<br/><br/>Rose slowly opened her creaky white door, trying to be as quiet as possible, their father was out at a bar probably and wouldn't be home for a while now. She didn't want to wake Jason though, not yet. She was in her white lace bra and panties that she had worn all day. They hugged her body well and pushed her breasts up, making them squish together. It looked great in a tank top.<br/><br/>She opened Jason's door very carefully. He looked like he was out cold, she couldn't sleep because of everything that had happened today. It was a rough yet interesting day. She closed the door quietly behind her and it creaked but she was able to close it without making any more noise. Rose walked very quietly over to his bed. She could see his muscular chest rising and falling, his muscles contracting and relaxing with each breathe. Her heart was beating so hard right now, thumping in her chest as she got nervous when she got closer and closer to him.<br/><br/>Rose carefully lifted one of her long legs and placed it on the left side of him and the other on his right side. She lowered herself over his crotch area and gently rocked her hips back and forward, she wanted him badly now. Seeing him with his arms flexed behind his head and his muscular chest rising and falling with each breathe was so hot. Her insides quivered at the sight of him as her thin panties were grinding him over top of the covers of his bed. She didn't know how he would react but she had to do this. Rose could feel his body heat and the bulge of his cock beneath the sheets, twitching ever so slightly from the movement. Her eyes were glued to his beautiful face. His eyes flashed open, his pupils dilated and his eyes met hers, staring back at him. She couldn't tell what he was thinking.