#rafesarah

Sarah loved summer

She loved the long beach days and the late night pool parties. She loved the freedom and the taste of beer in her tongue. The sun and the salt and even the sand. Swimming with the fish, saving the turtles. The thrill of a boat race in the marshes. Endless hours of sun, of playing in the waves and collecting shells. Stealing champagne bottles from the country club during sleepovers to make mimosas and play grown-ups.

Though they were grown-ups now, weren't they?

Sure, they couldn't vote or drink alcohol —legally— but at sixteen they could drive anything. And they were trusted to be left alone. That was what defined a grown-up, wasn't it? Responsability. Sarah wouldn't say most of her friends got it, but their parents sure thought so and that was enough.

Dad had it for Sarah. He trusted her. He thought she was responsible, and because of that he let her stay in Tannyhill while he and Rose took Wheezie to their house in the Bahamas. A whole week.

Seven summer days in which she could do whatever she wanted with no one around to bother her.

Well, except for Rafe.

Sarah cursed whoever thought kicking him out of Chapel Hill college was a good idea, and she double cursed Rafe himself for being an irresponsible asshole. But honestly, it hadn't come as a surprise to anyone, her brother had never done well in school.

And now he was back home. Back in Tannyhill. Back with her.

Dad may not trust him, but he knew better than to force someone like Rafe to go with them to the Bahamas. Sarah couldn't blame him for leaving him behind, she would have done the same.

But at least his schedule was completely fucked, he went to bed when he returned from a party —around the morning, if he returned the same day— and got up around lunch time. So Sarah didn't see much of him, thankfully.

“You think this would be enough?” she asked Scarlet, various packs of beers on the kitchen island.

It was her turn to bring booze to Topper’s party. Which she accepted to do because Topper was…well, she liked him.

“Isn’t there more? ‘Cause no, I don't think this will be enough”

“Ugh” Sarah sighed “I guess we could buy some with my allowance, but it can't be too much, I need that money to buy more beers so Ward doesn't realize they're gone”

“Not like he would do anything to Perfect Sarah if he did realize” Rafe’s voice annoyed her to the point of shutting her eyes and frowning.

Not for long. If she kept them close for too long he would probably take some of the beers and Scarlet would let him.

Rafe strode in the kitchen without a care in the world, wearing only his underwear. She swore she could hear Scarlet sighing like someone in a Disney movie. Her friend might as well have pink hearts over her head.

“What do you want?”

Rafe shrugged and reached to take a can, but Sarah was quick to slap his hand away.

“You know, I could tell dad what you’re doing”

Sarah smirked.

“Go ahead, he won't believe you. And even if he does, I can tell him how much time a day you spend high out of your mind”

“Fuck you!” he all but growled.

A few years ago she might've been hurt by the tone and the words, but time had grown her used to it.

Used to his hurtful words and gestures.

“Hi, Rafe” Scarlet then greeted with a smile and way-too-sultry voice.

Sarah rolled her eyes.

It was always the same with her friends, they all had a crush on Rafe for some reason.

“Scarlet” he replied dryly.

But those crushes were always one-sided.

“Why don't you leave?”

“Why don't you stop being such fucking a bitch?”

Sarah huffed, fists tightening.

“Stop insulting me!”

“I’m not insulting you. I’m describing you”

“Sure you are, you fucking psycho”

It was how they spoke to each other these days, cursing and insulting. Never giving each other a kind word. Because her brother had forgotten how to be kind, if he had ever known how to be anything but cruel and hostile.

Sarah couldn’t remember anything different coming from Rafe, not at that moment. Or in any other.

Rafe did not answer back, quickly taking a beer and disappearing upstairs.

“God, Sarah”

“I know” she sighed at Scarlet words.

“Your brother is so hot”

Oh, that was what she meant.

Sarah rolled her eyes.

The party turned out to be a bit of a bore. 

Just your average pool party, nothing really worth all the trouble she went through to bring the beers. And Topper hadn’t really paid much attention to her, too busy making sure no one broke anything. Scarlet had spent the afternoon making out with Kelce and all her other friends had been doing things she really didn’t want to be part of. 

When the night fell, Sarah went back home. Her bikini bottoms were still wet when she crossed the threshold of the manor.

The silence was so noticeable that she immediately knew her brother wasn't home. She could even hear the bugs flying outside and colliding with her window. It was nice. Calm. Perfect for sleeping. So Sarah allowed her tired body to fall onto the bed, just for a moment, only a moment. 

Or not.

When her eyes opened again the clock on her bedside table showed two hours later than when she had arrived. 

A sigh left her lips. Her limbs felt heavy, the bed was comfortable and just the right amount of warm, but she had to take a shower. Had to get up.

Had to.

But sleep was calling her back, the silence wrapped around her warm body as a nonexistent lullaby. Her eyelids began to  fall—

“Rafe!” a loud exclamation had Sarah bolting upright.

What the actual fuck?

Quietly, Sarah left her room and wandered the halls, fully aware that she wasn't alone anymore.

Someone else was there, another girl. A girl that was screaming at Rafe for something—

Oh, no.

The confusion soon disappeared and her face contorted in disgust. 

“You gotta be kidding me” she whispered to herself.

“Oh my God!” the girl practically screamed.

Sarah froze in place, just a few inches away from her brother's door.

The girl's words were followed by a quieter male grunt and breathless chuckle. 

Rafe.

If there had been any doubt about what was going on in her brother's room now it was all clear.

The fucking asshole had brought some bitch home, because of course he did. He was shameless. Amongst many other negative things.

Sarah wasn't a prude, she wasn't an idiot either, she knew Rafe had been having sex for…well, how long escaped her, thank god. But one thing was knowing, as an abstract sort of concept, and another thing was hearing it.

Another thing was seeing it.

The door wasn't even closed. Her brother couldn't even bother to close it. He couldn't even bother to do so many things.

Sarah should leave, should go back to her room, take a shower and go to sleep.

Should.

But her body did not move. She stood there. Frozen. Listening. Watching.

They were on the bed, facing the door, and maybe they would have seen her were they not so…busy.

Rafe had her pinned under him, hands wrapped around the blonde’s wrists, keeping them at either side of her head. 

The girl moaned again. So loud she almost sounded like a wounded cat.

Head thrown back, her honey-coloured hair fell down the edge of the bed like a cascade, moving with each brutal thrust. Rafe moved above her, grunting and groaning and growling. More animal than man.

It was probably a rule of the universe that a sister should never see her brother having sex. But Sarah couldn't look away.

Almost as if the movements of his broad frame, the visible strain in her brother's neck, the way his strong chest went up and down, the thin layer of sweat that covered him due to the effort ... .almost as if Rafe was hypnotising.

Sarah gulped, feeling short of breath despite inhaling time and time again. Her pulse quickened, heart beating so fast and loud that she could hear the drumming in her ears.

Then Rafe raised his head, his eyes finding hers.

Sarah's breath was caught in her throat. Face burning.

He should shout. 

He should insult her.

He should stop.

But he did none of those things.

Blue eyes almost dark, still on her as his hips met the girl’s with such force she screamed his name. 

But Rafe’s eyes were still on Sarah.

Heat burned in her lower abdomen. She had to press her thighs together, had to bite her lip. Had to—

Rafe let out a deep moan and amongst heavy breaths he smirked at her.