My life has never really had many surprises. I've had the occasional bad grade on a test, the occasional party, and every now and then I'd get a boyfriend for a couple weeks or months. Usually nothing ever happened the was unexpected. Until, of course, my dad marries the mother of the boy I lost my virginity to.

There was no way that this piece of information was going to rise to my father's attention. I'm not even sure what would happen if it did. All I know is that it would break his heart to know that his little girl lost her virginity at the young age of fourteen. Any father undoubtedly would want their daughter to wait until they were married and with someone who wasn't their future step brother

It's been four days since the wedding and I've been forced to sleep in the same room as Rodney. Why I didn't get a room to myself, I had no clue. I'm just thankful that Mr. Horny is keeping it in his pants.

"Whatcha reading?" Rodney surprised me by leaning over me from behind.

I got up from the couch and threw my book to the side, heading towards the mini fridge in our room.

"Fifty Kinky Sex Positions?" He said, "reading" the title.

"That is not what it says." Grabbing the book from his hands, I headed towards the door.

When Rodney blocked my exit, I sighed. "What do you want from me, Rodney?"

"Well since you asked . . ."

I rolled my eyes and tried to get passed him, but to no avail. "Come on, Amber. We used to have lots of fun together. I took your big V, you owe me."

Scoffing, I crossed my arms. "I owe you nothing. What did you think would happen? That since we started living under the same house we would be the incestuous loving duo?"

"It's not incest," he argued. "We're not related by blood in any way."

"But you're my brother now! If you think it would be okay to just have things go however you want, you're delusional."

"I'm not delusional." He frowned. "I'm ambitious."

I let out a sarcastic laugh. "We may not be related, but by law we are related, so whatever weird fantasy you have going on in your head, forget it."

"Come on, Amber," Rodney pouted as he made his way closer to me. "I thought you liked me."

"I may have liked you once, but since I'm living here that doesn't mean you have twenty four seven access to me, Rod." The sternness in my voice was apparently not enough when his body pushed against mine, leaving no escape as the wall worked with him to keep me in place.

"Doesn't mean we can't use this to our advantage," he said, looking deep into my brown eyes. I didn't know whether to look up at him with longing, like I used to, or with disgust as he ran his hand down my neck.

I shivered, but I didn't let any emotion come across my face, fearing the slightest look could give him the wrong idea.

Shoving his arm away, he looked at me annoyed. "Come on, Am. You used to be fun. We even hooked up while our parents were dating."

"That was when I didn't know if it would go anywhere!" I scoffed. "This conversation is over. It's not happening, Rodney, so just forget it."

Rodney pressed into me more firmly, making it hard to breath. "I can't forget it," he whispered, his voice full of need.

There was a knock on our bedroom door and Rodney was off of me faster than I thought possible.

"What's going on in here?" Abigail asked as she walked in the room.

"Rodney was just talking about some unforgettable memories of his. Honestly, I think he needs some help." I smirked and crossed my arms.

Rodney's glare penetrated me as he glanced my way.

"Listen," My step mom said. "I know it's hard for you guys to get along right now, but-"

"We're getting along just fine," I snapped.

"Sorry Mom," Rodney apologized for me. "Amber is just having some menstrual issues, isn't that right?"

"Where's my dad?" I asked, annoyed, changing the subject.

"He's seeing a client right now. It's a complicated issue so I'm sure he's going to be out for a while." She looked between us for a moment. "You guys want to go out and see a movie? I hear there are some good ones out there."

"I'll pass." Was what Rodney said, while I said yes without a second thought.

"C'mon, Roddie, for me?" Whenever his mom used that nickname I couldn't help but snicker.

He sighed and nodded. "Okay, fine, but if I see any of my friends, I'm not your son."

Ouch.

Abigail rolled her eyes and left the room with a flick of the hand and a 'whatever'.

"We can finally go on that first date you wanted after what was supposed to be a one night stand," he said, smirking.

"I'd rather go on a date with your mom," I retaliated.

"Oh, kinky." Rod winked and left the room.

Noticing the yoga pants and t-shirt I was wearing, I quickly made my way to the door and clicked the lock on it. I wanted to change without an unexpected intruder.

My closet had a pretty good amount of clothes in it. Since my dad was a lawyer we were pretty well off in every department in the household and now since Dad married Andrew Griffin's well payed business manager our finances have been doubled. We were nowhere near to how well off the Griffins were, but if you're one of the richest families in the state, it kind of gives you a lead on the money charts.

I threw my shirt off and started going through my temporary closet, looking for something suitable. My eyes fell on one of my favorite tops. It was a light blue shirt that fell off my shoulder a little bit but it wasn't too revealing. Before I could even put it on, the door opened.

A low chuckle entered the room as Rodney closed the door behind him. Quickly I threw on my shirt and sent a glare his way. "I probably should have told you the lock doesn't work."

"Yes," I hissed. "That would have been a good thing to tell me."

"Calm down." He rolled his eyes. "It's not like I haven't seen you without a shirt before." The look in his eyes made me feel uncomfortable as he closed the distance between us.

"S-stop looking at me like that," I stuttered, backing away.

"Like what?" He asked, innocently.

"Like how you did when you used to-" I was then cut off as Rodney's mouth locked onto mine, leaving me speechless as pleasure coursed through my body. Losing all reasoning, I kissed back without question. The disgust I thought I would feel wasn't there, it was just like old times.

Finally when his tongue asked for entrance, my sense came back in overpowering waves as I pushed on his chest. Grudgingly, he let me.

"What the hell, Amber?"

"Get this through your head," I said, pointing towards his temple. "I am not going to be pushed into this."

"I don't remember me forcing you to kiss me back."

"We're done here." When I tried to leave, an uncomfortably tight grip formed around my arm. I was roughly pulled back in front of Rodney and his eyes weren't warm anymore, but cold as ice.

"We're done, when I say we're done." When a pained look spread across my face he immediately let go, but grudgingly. Suddenly, his features changed back dramatically, as if nothing just happened. "I'll let you finish getting dressed, see you downstairs." With a wink and a smirk, he left the room, leaving me painfully confused.

The constant throbbing in my arm was starting to subside, but that just verified the fact that I had to watch out while I was alone with Rodney.