Page 24 of Last Summer
None of us have had service this whole time. If her phone was working, why didn’t she call for help? But that’s not the part that has my veins freezing with horror. There, in the background ofthe phone screen, the face of a ghost stares back at me. A ghost I haven’t seen since last summer.
Why does Julie have a picture of my dead boyfriend as her screensaver?
I pull off to the side of the road as the entire world spins. My vision begins to cloud as my chest constricts. Jonathan.My Jonathanis staring straight at me from the device in my palm. His green eyes alight with mischief. It’s not a picture of him I remember though. What the fuck is going on? I pull up the photos app. The first is a picture of Lucy. The same as the picture I found in the Polaroid camera. The next is a video. I pull it up and press play. Immediately, painful screams fill the silent cab of the truck.
“Admit what you did!” someone off screen demands.
Sarah’s tear-streaked face takes up the entire screen as she blubbers and whines. There’s a noise, and then Sarah screams again.
“Fine! I’m sorry! I was young and didn’t mean any harm!” she cries out, but I can’t see who she's talking to as the camera is zoomed in to only show Sarah. “I had gone out drinking the night before. I didn’t mean to show up to work still messed up,” she sobs. Based on what I can see, this is right before we found Sarah. Whoever shot this must have been the one to cause the beam to snap and impale her.
Could Julie really have done all this? Why?
“You let evidence from my brother’s death be contaminated and lost. But you didn’t mean any harm?” the person, a woman from the sounds of it, seethes from behind the camera.
Brother? Something clicks in my mind. A realization that makes my mind twist in horror.
I exit the video, scrolling back through the photos until I reach just over a year earlier. Picture after picture of Jonathan and Julie fill the screen. The two of them laughing at the beach, on ahike, even cooking together. One appears to be a video. I click on it and the sound of Jonathan groaning in pleasure blares from the speaker.
“Fuck, yes, babe. That feels so fucking good,” he moans in delight, throwing his head back and exposing the thick column of his neck. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows deeply.
The camera shifts to show Julie between his thighs. Her head moving up and down as she sucks on his cock. His hand is threaded through her dark hair, guiding her to take him deeper. She looks up at the camera, her green eyes flashing with mischief. Green eyes I know so well.
“That’s it, baby doll,” Jonathan’s voice praises from off camera. “Swallow down my cock and show me what a good little sister you can be.”
Chapter twelve
I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER
JULIE
“Jules,” he whispers, his head nudging towards the door. He’s wearing nothing but basketball shorts, exposing his lean but defined physique. I don’t hesitate as I slip out of bed and grab his hand letting him guide us to our secret spot.
One where they can’t hear us.
Where our secret is safe.
Where only the moon can witness our sins.
We are one. Born for each other—he’s my other half.
Two halves born from the same womb.
In silence, he leads me through the back of the lake house, barefoot and breathless. I’m only wearing a pink silk nightgown and my underwear, exposing my skin to the cool summer air. My nipples stand erect beneath the thin fabric. The tall grass brushes against my bare thighs as we walk deeper down the dew-slicked path between the trees and approach the lake.
We don’t exchange any words as he pulls me onto the creaking dock. My heart pounds in rhythm with the slosh of the water beneath. I turn to him, and he’s already lowering the thinstraps of my nightgown. Both of us watch as the fabric pools at my ankles. He leans closer, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder. Then he pulls back again and just drinks me in.My entire body shivers under his gaze, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, his hands shaking as they slide over my hips. “I’ll never want anyone else, my baby doll.”
“Neither will I,” I whisper, stepping into him. “I don’t care if it’s wrong.” I make sure my eyes are on him, my eyes that are a mirror of his own, when the rest of the words leave my lips. “I just want you.”
Jonathan cups the side of my face and I lean into it—just as his lips crash into mine. He kisses me hard—hungry, bruising, like he needs to imprint himself on every cell of my body. But he already is—--every piece of me is already a part of him. I gasp into his mouth as he continues to devour mine, our tongues moving against each other. Then he pulls away, kissing down my jaw and neck. A moan escapes my lips as he falls to his knees, mouth trailing down my stomach, tongue flicking across my inner thighs before he presses his warm mouth against my cunt.
“Fuck,” I moan as I rock my hips against my twin's face. He licks my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties before he pushes them to the side and flattens his tongue on my dripping center. My hands sink into his dark hair as I arch into him—fuck, he knows how to touch me, worship me—he was indeed born for me.
“Jonathan,” I cry out, my legs trembling as he groans against my pussy, the vibrations pushing me closer to the edge.
I can’t take it any more. I need him.
Tugging his locks, I push him away and look down at my brother, his lips glistening with my desire. It’s time for me to give him all of me—I need more than just the tip. More than justtouches and oral. I need him inside me, filling me up with him. We’re meant to be one.
