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As my family and James and I wait out the storm. People are already getting fed up with each other and the storm as only blown in.

There are people scattered everywhere. My family has always been the fiery type and when there are twenty something people in this house, people get crowded.

This must really be a new scene for James. I mean, most of his life he has been alone with just his two parents.

Just as I thought he would, he is helping my mom get the ham into the oven for dinner. I'm pretty certain that she thought that it was only going to be Luke and my dad tonight. Guess not anymore.

"I bet he has some nice a-b-s." My Aunt raises her eyebrows suggestively to my grandmother.

I laugh out loud, listening to their conversation. My Aunt just can't stop obsessing James's looks and though she is so married. The funny thing is that her husband is just sitting there doing the crossword, minding his own business.

"You did good, Vena." She smirks at me.

I smile and look behind me into the kitchen. I watch James for a moment as he shows my mom something with the mustard.

On the bright side of all this, my mom is going to best friends with James after this. Maybe they'll have their own cooking show. That'd be pretty funny.

I look back at the two women, "Yes, I have."

"Jeana, leave the poor girl alone. She is clearly embarrassed," my uncle speaks up, ending whatever she was to say next. I smile at him, thankfully. Sometimes she doesn't know what is too far.

I stand up and go into the kitchen, where all the wonderful smells are coming from. I place my hand on James's back and good between my mom and James. "Now what is going on here?" I ask.

I see a smile appear on James's face. "We are mixing up five different types of mustard up into a paste for the ham," he tells me.

I smile, "It smells really good."

My hand drifts down his back, edging closer to his butt. "Vena Anderson, I did not raise to be such an animal." My father's voice scares me. Why the hell does this keep happening?!

I look back and see him with the newspaper in his hands. On the bright side, it was me who did it and not James. I mean, I am his little girl. Maybe that will save me this time.

I glance at James and he is biting the inside of his lip to keep himself from laughing.

My mother turns and looks my father, "What did she do?" she asks.

"She was going to grab that boy's ass," he comes right out and doesn't sugarcoat it either.

Soon enough my mom's facial expression is the exact same as James's. Based off what had already happened this morning, it was certain she would be smug about it.

"Mase, she is nineteen years old. I don't think this such a big deal," she tries to reason with the impossible.

He stands and puts the newspaper on the table in a dramatic manner and waves her off as he left the room.

"Y'know Vena, that warning was for James, not you. Now your father is going to be in a mood for the rest of the day.

"Well no in this house ever makes themselves known present, so really this isn't my fault."

She chuckles, "I have an idea: how about you two just keep your hands to yourselves."

I hear a burst of laughter from James.

My mother turns and looks at him, "What's funny about that?"

He sets down the spatula. Oh, things just got real when James sets down the kitchen utensil. "Mrs. Anderson, I am in love with your daughter," he comes out honestly.

My mom smiles, "I know, it's pretty obvious."

I raise an eyebrow. How would that be? I mean I haven't said it for her to hear it and I'm pretty sure that James hasn't either.

"Vena, a person doesn't have to say it for it to be known. Anyways, what does that have to do with anything, James," she asks, continuing to stir.

"Maybe the fact that I can't keep my hands off her."

Oh God, James stop. This is my mother you are talking to.

He is making it sound like he took me on every piece of furniture in our apartment. Which is defintely not true. He's making it sound like all we have is physical attraction, which is not true at all.

"Oh James, you're such a teenage boy."

He shrugs and nods, "I know, but it doesn't change anything."

She sighs, "Okay fine, I am not going to argue with you about it. Just watch out because these Anderson men are everywhere, you may not see them at first, but they are everywhere," she warns the both of us this time.

After James finished helping my mom make dinner, he went upstairs to go read his book. I'm going to guess and say that he was feeling a bit claustrophobic.

As I sit here on the couch, James phone keeps on buzzing on the coffee table. I really want to look at it, but I know I can't. That is wrong. I can't take that privacy from him.

But, my God, is it ever driving me crazy.

I watch as the phone continues to buzz every ten seconds or so.

Buzz

...

Buzz

...

Buzz

...

I AM GOING TO LOSE IT.

I grab the phone, face down and run upstairs. I open the bedroom door and James is sitting there reading his book. I toss the phone at him, hitting him in the nose, catching him off guard.

He drops the book out of his hands and puts his hand over his nose. He curses, "What the hell, Vena?"

"Make that stupid thing stop! I am going to lose it, James! I am not kidding, make it stop!"

He chuckles and grabs the phone from where it dropped beside the bed. He unlocks it and starts reading the messages.

He looks at me and studies my face for a moment, like as if he is trying to figure something out.

He sends a message and turns it off. "It was nothing," he tells me.

I look at him and cross my arms, that can't be right. I mean, they were non-stop messages.

"It was Grant alright? He just wanted me to call him, but I will later."

If he was texting James every ten seconds, you'd think that it would be pretty urgent.

I shake the thought out of my head. I'll just let him deal with it. I guess he knows the situation a lot better than me and I can't say much about it. James has been oddly secretive lately and why, I have no idea, but it is starting to scare me.

He pats the spot beside him on the bed. I push the bedroom door shut and climb on to bed. I thought that he wanted to talk, but no. He climbs on top of me and kisses my neck. I feel as his lips move slowly down my neck. James pulls away and looks at me for me.

"Are we going to get interrupted?" he asks.

I shrug, "The door is shut, I don't think there is anything more I can do."

James gets up off me and walks over the door and looks at the handle and does some weird push and twist thing and then turns back to me.

"Did you know that there is a lock on that door?" he asks, returning over to me.

I shake my head. How the hell did I not know there was a lock on this door? I lived in here for nineteen years. James climbs back on top of me and kisses my lips. I smile against the kiss and put my hands on his neck. He grabs my newly moved hands and puts them above my head, pinning them. With his free hand, he it slides over my hips and up to my neck, placing it on my jaw.

"Fuck," he mumbles.

His hands move away from my hands and start to unbutton the buttons on my shirt. He puts his lips on my neck.

When he got the buttons down, he opens up my shirt and puts his hand on my bra covered breasts. He moves his mouth down my neck, past my collarbone, kissing the top of my breast.

I couldn't help but moan. My hand goes to his head, running my fingers through his hair. He moves back up to my lips and pushes his tongue through my already slightly parted lips. As our tongue tangled together. I move my hand down his chest, all the way down to his hard on.

He groans, "God, Vena."

I barely touched him and he was already worked up. I rub him through his pants, slowly. He moans and moves to unbutton his pants, but I brush his hands away.

I turn us around so I am sitting on top of thighs. James looks up at me, looking needy. He watches me as my hands go down for his pants. I smirk down at him and unbutton the button of his jeans. As I look down, I notice James's Calvin Klein underwear and the growing tent in them.

I bite the inside of my lip and pull his jeans down his legs and pull them off his ankles, tossing them somewhere behind me. I pull at the hem of his shirt, signally him to take it off. He unbuttons his shirt and take it off, tossing it beside him.

I grab James's length through his underwear. I reach into his underwear and stroke him, slowly. By this time James looked as he is going to burst if something didn't happen. I start to pump him slowly and then getting faster. The faster I got, the more frequently his chest rose and fell.

His eyes shut and he grips the sheets. "Shit, baby" he moans, "Faster, I am so close."

As I watched him close to orgasming, his lower abdomen flexes, defining his abs.

"Just like that," he assures me of my actions. I feel as his length twitches slightly. A second later James is moaning my name out and wetness covers my hand.

I take my hand out of his underwear and grab a towel from off the shelve. James chest rises and falls as he comes off his high.

"Was the okay?" I ask. I really am unsure; I mean I have never done that before.

He sits up on his arms, smiling. Well that's a good sign. "That was fuçking great, Baby. Come here."

I walk over to him, snatching a clean pair of underwear for him. I sit down beside him and he reaches up and pulls me down to kiss his lips hard.

He pulls away from me and continues to smile at me. "My God, I love you."

I smile, "I love you too," I place my hand on his cheek.

I hand him the pair of underwear, "Put this on and put the dirty ones in the suitcase. We should probably head downstairs, people are going to be wondering where we went. Chances are that my mother is burning the ham."

He nods and sits there for moment, but then stands up, taking his underwear off and putting it in the suitcase. He grabs the towel off the bed and wipes himself. As he gets dressed again, I button my shirt back up and fix my hair.

"Do you think we smell like sex?" he asks.

I shrug, "I don't know. Just frebreez yourself or something."

He smiles, "Funny one, aren't you?"

I smirk at him.

After James got dressed again and I washed my hands, I grab James's hand and unlock the door, leading him back downstairs. It we get called on for the smell of sweat or something, I'll just say that we were doing sit-up competition.

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Hello everyone, I here again. First things first is that I wanted to say that my author note was reguarding hate and that we should try and be there for eachother. I was most defentely not try to fish around for complements. I got this one comment on the note saying I was doing that when I really wasn't. I was just trying to make the topic more open considering it really is a problem for the Wattpad Community. I wrote out that message to let everyone know that this stuff really does happen and to watch out for it because really it could happen to any of you and i'd be there for you in heartbeat, as you were for me. 

Secondly, my surgery went well for those who were asking. Everything is good now. 

And the very last thing is that I really was unsure about writing that one um... "Erotic" scene because well  have neever really written anything like that before, so yeah. I have no idea if that was bad or not. 

And thank you for all the complements, but I really was not looking for them. I was just making this problem more open. Although it was nice to know that some of you guys respect my wishes in the book that I write. 

Thank you and there will be another update soon. 

—BWS❄️

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