Free Suicide by Darlene Jacobs

Suicide: Stepbrother Romance
    I stand at the edge of the ocean with my toes buried in the sand. I remove my clothing one piece at a time. First my jacket, then my shirt and bra; followed by my sweatpants and panties.

    N o one is around . I'm alone on this beach, so I feel liberated. It's a relief to have finally made the decision to leave this world the same way that I came into it.

    N o one would miss me . My ex-boyfriend dumped me for a red-headed sorority girl with freckles. Can you believe that? My mom remarried and now has a shiny new stepson to brag about named Jake.

    I can't stand Jake . He's an alpha male about as perfect as perfect comes. Especially when compared to me. His first year in college and he's already on the Dean's list. He's a Rugby player with a million cheap dates throwing themselves at him.

    W hat do I have ? A piece of crap car that squeals every time I start it up, three Facebook friends and my incontinent dog, Buttons. Not much to live for.

    I walk towards the water's edge and stick my toes in. Pretty chilly. But what do I care? I wade into the ocean, knee, then waist, then chest deep. My lips skim the surface of the water. I allow myself to sink without putting up a fight.

    J ust then , I'm yanked by the arm, thrown over the shoulder and brought back to shore. It's Jake.

    A s I lay naked in his arms, my eyes transfixed on his pink, smooth lips that curl up at the corners. Why do I suddenly want to kiss him?

    “ W hat the hell are you doing?” Jake shouts. I say nothing. Jake can’t help but run his eyes over my fully naked body in his state of exasperation.

    I should be embarrassed , but I’m not.

    I should be grateful , but I’m not.

    I t must have been a full minute before Jake grabs my shirt and covers me with it. I sit up.

    “ W hy did you do it ?” I ask. Jake shakes his head, “You mean save your pretty little ass?”

    “ Y es . How did you know I was hear?”

    J ake responds , “Your mom told me where to find you.”

    “ D on’t you mean , ‘our’ mom?” I ask.

    “ S he’s my step-mother . I have a real mother. She just happens to be in France with her new amoureux. He probably wears a beret and scarf and has one of those skinny mustaches.”

    I laugh out loud at his description of his mother’s lover. “See, life is good!” Jake pronounces.

    I stand up and begin to put my clothes back on. Jake stands as well and turns his back with false modesty, so that I can’t see that he is hard. I’m sure from rescuing me and all; must be an adrenaline rush thing.

    I study his form while I dress. His jeans hug his lean hips and flow over his round backside, as if they were made specifically for him. His white shirt is tucked in at the waist. I wish I was that shirt.

    I ’ve only gotten glimpses of his six pack chest from a youtube video of one of his rugby games where he tares off his shirt after he scores a try before the conversion kick.

    Y eah , I know a little something about rugby. I studied up once Jake came into our lives. But I would never let him know that.

    I ’ve known Jake exactly three months and two days… this being day two. His father could not be more proud of his studdly son, nor my mother.

    I ’m the black sheep of the family; the one with all the problems that my mom is happy to ignore. When Jake and his dad, Ben moved in, my mom finally had her perfect family. That is, it would be perfect, if I wasn’t in the way.

    I slip my panties back on, my bra, shirt and sweatpants. “You can turn around now,” I announce to Jake.

    J ake spins around slowly . Still drenched, my cotton shirt clings to my saturated bra. My nipples round and hard, pierce through. I tame my pulsating pussy by squeezing my cheeks together.

    I can’t believe I am feeling this way. Perhaps it’s from almost dying. That must surly be it.

    “ S o why did you want to see me?” I asked Jake.

    J ake takes a step closer and grabs my hand. “I know you’ve been