Summary- Isabelle Tyler is an 18 year old girl from a broken home, she lives with her stepfather and her mother passed away a year ago. She has a best friend, Kelly, who is more like a sister to her. Kelly’s family was always nice to her. Isabelle always had a crush on Jordan, Kelly’s older brother who is 22, and a hunk. What happens when his family takes her in? He doesn’t think of her in a romantic way, but things are about to change.

My Best Friends Brother

Chapter One, Trouble At Home…

“Get the hell off me!” Isabelle exclaimed as she fought to get away from her drunken stepfather.

“Easy sweetheart, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna have some fun. You know you want it too,” he said as he pinned her to the table. He reeked of alcohol.

“Get off me you son of a bitch!” She said kicking and screaming, as he leaned in to her kiss her she turned her head away and he yanked her hair. Isabelle yelped out in pain and began to cry.

“I beg your pardon, I looked after you when your mother died, you ungrateful bitch. I think it’s about time you did something for me!” he growled as he yanked her hair again.

“NOOO, GET OFF OF ME!” she screamed in hopes that someone might hear her and come for help. She knew she was alone, she was used to the beating he gave her when she disobeyed him, but this was the first time he had tried anything like this. “HELP!”

“Shut up, bitch!” He hissed and ripped her shirt open trying to kiss her chest. Isabelle pushed at him he and growled in frustration, and bit her so hard it cut through her flesh causing her to bleed. She cried out and he clamped his hand over her mouth to silence her.

Isabelle pushed him harder this time and he fumbled back. He tried to clamp down on her again when she kicked him in the chest and rolled off the table hitting the floor with a thump. She tried to get away but he caught her by her hair again and dragged her back on the floor.

Isabelle whimpered when he pulled her up to her knees and slapped her with the back of his hand. She fell on the floor the taste of blood in her mouth; before she could get up he kicked her. The blow to her stomach made her catch her breath winding her. She fought to get up but failed; she felt weak and defeated.

“I’ll teach you what it’s like to disobey me,” he mumbled. He held her by her hair, pulling her up to her feet only to slap her again. Isabelle hit the floor with an anguished cry. Her head was thumping and it felt like her eyes were about to explode from the constant blows to her face. She knew she had no chance against him. She spotted a vase above her head. As he came to attack her again, she kicked him in the stomach and reached for the vase smashing it on his head knocking him out cold. With a panic she got up, her legs threatening to give away any second. She half ran half hobbled to the front door and ran out the house as fast as she could.

As she ran down the quiet street, all she could hear was her feet on the pavement and the pounding of her heart. She stumbled and fell, her knee smashing into the footpath as she wept into the silent night.

‘Goddamn it, why did this have to happen to me? Where do I go? What do I do now?’ she thought to herself as she stumbled back to her feet and walked away from her home.

There was one place she could go and that’s where she headed; her best friend Kelly's house. Her parents cared about her more than her own did.

Isabelle found herself standing outside their house. She raised her trembling hand and rang the door bell.

The more she thought about what happened the more she wept her small body shaking with fear. The door opened after a while, in the doorway stood Jordan, Kelly’s brother. He stood topless wearing a pair of low rise jeans. His eyes went wide, his smile disappearing as he took in the sight of her. “Jesus, Isabelle?” he muttered his eyes filled with concern.

“J-Jordan, I-I’m sorry to b-bother you, b-but is K-Kelly I-In, I j-just...I-” She choked the words had lodged themselves in her throat. She broke down, her knees giving way and she crumbled. Jordan swiftly caught her just as she was about to hit the floor. He swept her into his arms and carried her into the house.

“Who did this to you?” Jordan asked firmly to the trembling form in his arms.

“Calvin,” she choked out. Jordon clenched his jaw as anger roamed through his body. Isabelle was his baby sister’s best friend; she was like a sister to her.

Isabelle began sobbing.“Shh, it's okay, you’re safe now.” he said holding on to her frail body as he set her down on the sofa and looked her over.

Her clothes were torn, her lip busted and bleeding. She had a cut above her left eyebrow, and a bruise forming on her left cheek. ‘The poor girl, I could kill that son of a bitch,’ he thought to himself. “Isabelle, do you want me to take you to the hospital?” he asked as he sat on the table in front of her.

She shook her head. “No,” she mumbled hiding her face as she clung on to her clothes. Jordan nodded an awkward silence fell between them.

“Okay, well, um…” Jordan cleared his throat and nervously shifted on the table. “…there's nobody at home besides me right now, my parents are out of town and Kelly’s out on another date, and I was actually just getting ready to go out myself but…” he began to say.

Isabelle looked up at him her blue eyes rimmed red. “I'm sorry I’ll leave,” she began to stand up but hissed in pain clutching her abdomen. Jordan stopped her from standing before she could actually move.

“No, sit down, you’re not going anywhere. If you’d let me finish what I was saying, there's no way I'm leaving you alone like this.” He pulled out his phone. “Just, give me a second to cancel. Okay? I’ll be right back,” he assured and moved in to the other room.

Isabelle tried to lean back into the sofa but she hissed in pain again. She pulled up her shirt to see a huge bruise on her stomach. “Shit,” she muttered as tears rolled down her face, stinging her fresh wounds on the way down.

“Hey Angela, listen. I’m not gonna make it tonight. Something came up,” she heard Jordan on the phone. “Yes, it is important. Listen, I can’t explain it to you right now okay? I’ll call you later and we can reschedule.” He sounded irritated. Isabelle felt guilty; she was ruining his night. She slowly began to stand up to try and sneak out. But every time she moved her stomach hurt.

“Argh!” she yelped as she crumbled to the floor. Jordan hung up and rushed towards her when he heard her anguished cry.

“Isabelle, what are you doing, I told you stay put. What is it?” he asked worriedly perching down beside her. He saw something dark on her stomach as she clutched it. He moved her hands and pulled up her shirt to find a huge bruise on her abdomen.

“Jesus Isabelle, how did he do this to you?” he asked in disbelief.

“He kicked me,” she said weakly. A flash of anger blazed in the deep cores of his chestnut brown eyes.

“Alright, come on. I’m taking you to the hospital,” he said, but she shook her head.

“No, I’m okay,” she hissed as he helped her up.

“No you’re not. He’s probably broken your ribs. You need to get yourself checked out,” he said concerned.

“No please, I’ll be fine. I don’t wanna go anywhere I can’t handle all the questions,” she cried.

Jordan felt for her in that moment. “Alright fine, but if it doesn’t heal and you’re still in pain we’re going. Understood?” he said somewhat firmly. She nodded gratefully.

“Okay, come on, let’s clean you up,” he said helping her up. He supported her as he led her upstairs and into his bedroom. He laid her on his bed and moved over to his en-suite bathroom and gathered a few things.

Isabelle was lying on her back, her eyes closed as fresh tears slipped past her cerulean blue eyes. Jordan came back into the room and placed the first aid kit along with some warm water on the bed. He sat beside her and pushed her brown hair out of her face to get a better look at her wounds.

He pulled out a piece of cotton wool, dipping it in water and wiped away the dried up blood. The warm water felt nice on her broken skin. Once he cleaned her face, he dabbed the cuts with disinfectant and she hissed in pain. “Sorry,” he mumbled and leaned in to blow on it to ease down the stinging. Her eyes flickered open and her blue eyes connected with his chestnut brown ones. He smiled down at her softly and pulled back.

Once she was patched up, and the blood was cleared off her face, Jordan couldn’t help but once again notice how beautiful she really was.

He gazed down at Isabelle she had a small frame, 5ft3 at the most, and slender. She has mid length brown hair, which fell across her smooth back. She has big blue eyes framed with thick curly eyelashes which were long to boot. Her mouth was full and looked kissable.

Jordan snapped out of his thoughts when she opened her eyes again and looked at him. “Thank you,” she said weakly.

Jordan smiled down at her. “Anytime,” he said and frowned again as he noticed something on her chest.

“What is that?” he asked reaching over and taking a closer look. Isabelle looked down herself to see what he was looking at.

She pulled down her top and revealed a huge bite mark on her chest. She gasped and her eyes filled with tears again.

“What a fucking animal. I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch!” Jordan growled as anger coursed his body once again.

Isabelle sniffled. “He’s not worth it, Jordan.” she mumbled covering herself up again.

Jordan looked at her in disbelief. “How can you say that, Isabelle? Look at what his done to you; the asshole needs to be locked up,” he said irritated.

Isabelle just shook her head and turned her face away from him as if she was ashamed. “I know, but I just wanna forget about him and everything that happened tonight, I just don’t have the energy to fight anymore.” she muttered not looking at him.

Jordan nodded. “I understand. You should get some rest. I don’t think anyone’s coming back home tonight. So you can either sleep in Kelly's bedroom, or you can stay here and I’ll go into the guest bedroom next door,” he offered sweetly.

“Um, I’ll go to Kelly's room. No need for you to…OH!” she yelped, clinging to her stomach as she tried to get up.

“Easy, you’re staying in here. I’m going next door,” he said laying her back down again.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she relaxed into the plush cushion.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked with a frown.

“I’m being such a pain; I shouldn’t have come here. I’ve already messed up your plans for tonight and now this,” she said with a saddened look in her eyes.

Jordan’s frown deepened. “Hey, you are not a pain, I’m glad you came here. As for my plans, it was nothing important. Nothing I can’t reschedule,” he explained.

“But your girlfriend seems angry with you,” Isabelle said dimly.

Jordan smiled, “My...girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend, I don’t do girlfriends,” he said dryly.

Isabelle frowned. “Oh I see, I just thought you were…” she trailed off and looked away from him.

“Nah, I'm not. Its better this way, you know, less headaches,” he said standing up.

Isabelle looked up at him again, “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she murmured.

Jordan smiled and nodded. “Yeah, well okay, you get some rest and we’ll figure something out for you tomorrow,” he said standing up and turned to walk out the door.

“Um Jordan?” she called softly; he turned and looked at her before he got to the door.

“Yeah?” he said back.

“Uh, I was wondering if it might be okay if I…used your shower?” she said weakly.

Jordan smiled. “Of course you can. There are clean towels behind the door, and I have clean t-shirts and whatever else you might need in that draw there,” he explained with a grin and he turned to leave again.

“Um before you go….” she said out loud. He stopped again and looked at her questioningly. “Can you maybe help me up?” she asked coyly blushing to the tips of her ears.

“Sure,” he chuckled. He moved over to her and took her hands into his and steadily pulled her up. She cried out in pain and almost fell back when he caught her form the waist and pulled her into him gently, on impulse her hands grasped his muscular shoulders.

Their eyes locked for a few seconds, as he held her close to him. Jordan was the first to break the awkward silence between them with a smile. “Maybe I should stay in here until you have your shower. Just to be safe.” he muttered clearing his throat.

Isabelle shot him a questioning look but nodded nonetheless. “Um, yeah you’re probably right,” she said back wryly. He nodded and stepped back letting go of her.

Isabelle’s hands slipped down his muscular chest. Her stomach tied itself into knots feeling the hard muscles under her small hands.

She looked so small standing near him, Jordan was at least 6ft3. He had a muscular build from pushing weights for the past 8 years; every muscle trained to perfection.

He has an oval face, his hairs dark brown and cut short -- too short actually -- which he gels messily. He has a goatee on his chin, and his eyes are his most attractive feature, he has big chestnut brown eyes with hazel flecks when looked closely. His lips aren’t too full but they were sexy and very inviting.

Isabelle sighed inwardly and snapped out of her daze and turned on her heel and entered the bathroom closing the door behind her. Leaving Jordan in the bedroom she began to take her clothes off. Standing under the spray, she closed her eyes. It felt so good the water was hot just like she liked it. Leaving a burning sensation on her skin as it ran down her aching body it made her shiver slightly.

After what seemed like an eternity she stepped out of the shower, glancing down at her stomach she ran her fingers over it gently and shook her head. “Damn It, that’s gonna take ages to heal.” he muttered as she wrapped a towel around her still slightly trembling body.

She unlocked the door and stepped out the cool air of his bedroom broke out goose bumps all over her frail body.

Jordan was on his bed reading a guys magazine when he looked up and took her in he felt a twitch in his lower region. “Damn…” he muttered under his breath.

Isabelle stood in front of him in just a towel dripping wet, and for a five foot tall girl she had very sexy legs. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to touch her. Jordan shook off the thoughts and mentally slapped himself for thinking such things about her, secretly cursing, wondering when he became such a pervert.

“Feel better?” he said his voice strained. She nodded and smiled at him coyly.

“Yeah, thanks,” she said picking up the t-shirt he gave her to wear to bed.

She slipped it on and the towel slipped off her body leaving her in his rather large t-shirt and nothing else. Jordan felt himself strain down below, as he watched her towel dry her hair. As she bent down, he got a glimpse of the curve of her toned behind.

He forced himself to look away, but found his eyes still stealing glances. It was obvious she was not aware of the impact she was having on him. She flicked her head back and her long hair fell across her back. Jordan swallowed hard and stood up.

“Um, well seems like you’re okay…I'm gonna go to bed. I’ll be next door if you need anything okay?” he said quickly wanting to get out before she noticed the throbbing bulge in his pants.

She nodded and walked towards him, tiptoeing. She kissed him innocently on the cheek. “Thanks again,” she said and slipped in to his bed.

‘Oh shit, come on Jordan. She’s younger than you- she’s the same age as your sister, for crying out loud! This is wrong, so damn wrong,’ he thought and left the room quickly after mumbling a goodnight

Jordan was lying in bed, wide awake; for some reason he couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was because he had a change of rooms, but that doesn’t explain why he was thinking about Isabelle. Thinking about how beautiful she was and how innocent she looked when lying on his bed looking up at him.

He sighed and closed his eyes. A sudden shrill scream made him jerk up. “Isabelle?” he muttered and hurried to his bedroom. He burst through the door and fumbled for the light. He finally managed to turn it on. It showed her panic stricken face it seemed like she was still caught somewhere between the horrors of her dreams, reliving the events of earlier that night, and the reality of her safe surroundings.

He rushed to her side. “Don’t touch me!” she cried, pushing his hand away.

“Isabelle, it’s me, Jordan. Its okay, you’re okay. You’re safe,” he said softly. Her whole body shook in heartbreaking sobs that told of her anguish. Carefully Jordan extended his hand to stroke over her hair, brushing damp strands of hair out of her face.

She lay on her side, tears streaming down her cheeks leaving wet trails of despair. Hoarse sobs penetrated the stillness and her body continued to convulse as it was caught in physical agony.

Jordan, helpless and unsettled by her intense display of pain, ran his hand over her hair, and along the side of her face, brushed away the seemingly endless amount of tears. He repeated the same words over and over again, “its okay, its okay, everything will be alright. I won’t let anyone hurt you again Isabelle, I promise.”

After a while her increasingly hoarse sobs slowly died down and the stream of tears out of her swollen, red eyes ebbed away. When only now and then single exhausted sobs made her body shake, she croaked in a low, reluctant voice “Jordan…can you hold me…please?”

He looked down at her tear stained face and smiled, it was when he drew her into a close embrace against his chest, both arms protectively wrapped around her that Isabelle started believing the words he had repeated over to her again; that it’ll be okay.

They both fell into a deep slumber; Isabelle hadn’t moved an inch from his embrace the rest of the night. The sun’s rays beaming through the dark blue curtains lit up the room a little.

Jordan stirred, and awoke with an unpleasant tingling sensation in the arm that Isabelle was peacefully sleeping on. He shifted slightly and turned to face her. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, cutting off circulation to his left arm. He closed his eyes as he felt her breath on his bare skin, it sent tingles down his spine and he quivered slightly.

‘Man I need to get laid,’ he thought and looked down at her. She stirred, her leg thrown over his. He felt something hot and moist on his thigh. His heart jumped to his throat when he realised what it was, and where the heat was coming from, ‘she’s wet? Why was she wet?’ Jordan couldn’t help but smirk slightly. ‘Hmm…maybe it’s because of me? Is it me, did I make her wet?’ he thought, and soon frowned when he realised he was smiling to himself like an idiot.

When Jordan let out an audible groan, Isabelle stirred. She opened her eyes blinking a few times, allowing them to adjust to the light in the room. “Morning,” Jordan said softly. Isabelle just looked at him in surprise her blue eyes wide.

“Um, morning,” she said back and blushed.

“How you feeling?” he asked looking down at her, still holding her in his arms.

“I'm, um, better thanks,” she muttered and suddenly remembered what happened last night.

Her eyes filled with sorrow as she harked back to the horrible images of her step father attacking her. But her eyes softened when she remembered what Jordan had done for her, he held her the entire night, shielding her from the horrible memories.

“Good, do you think maybe I can have my arm back?” he asked with a smile.

Isabelle blushed.

“Oh of course, I'm sorry,” she said lifting herself off of him she laid back on to cushion on the other side of the bed.

She watched as Jordan stretched his arm, wincing at the stiffness in his arm. She felt bad emotionally and sat up, avoiding the pain in her stomach. She leaned towards him.

“Here let me,” she said moving closer to him, he frowned and looked at her. “It’s my job, I'm a massage therapist remember?” Isabelle assured him. He glared at her for a while and Isabelle arched a brow. Nonetheless he nodded and sat up. She moved closer to him and sat back on her heels. He ran her soft hand up his muscular arm. “Besides, it is my fault you’re in pain. It’s the least I could do after last night,” she said softly as she massaged his arm.

A soft moan sounded from Jordan and Isabelle smiled, satisfied that her touch soothed him. “Wow, you’re really good,” he said relaxing into her touch. It’s amazing how her small hands can be so firm on his big back.

“How much do you charge, for a full body massage?” he asked his eyes closed. His neck flopped to one side as she worked her fingers into his shoulder.

“Why you ask?”

“Just curious what the going rates are these days,” he said with a sigh. “I haven’t had a massage in donkeys.”

Isabelle smiled. “Well, a basic full body massage is usually hundred and fifty dollars. But it varies from person to person, and what treatment they choose, some are more expensive than other.” she explained as she finished the massage.

She raked her finger tips over his skin; he took in a deep breath as he quivered and relaxed. “Whoa that feels…wow.” He breathed and leaned back on the bed. Jordan opened his eyes and looked back at her, she was smiling softly.

“I wouldn’t move so suddenly, you’ll trap a nerve, just relax for a few minutes,” she said rubbing her fingers.

“What’s wrong, do they hurt?” he asked looking down at her fingers. She shook her head.

“No, you have to rub them afterwards, otherwise they’ll lock up and give you trouble for a little while,” she said looking down at her thin fingers.

“Well, Isabelle, I can safely say you clearly do your job well. I'm gonna have to come and get one myself one day, because if the full thing is anywhere as good as the previews…” he chuckled leaning back.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. You can book an appointment at the spa, I’m sure one of the girls will take care of you,” Isabelle said pulling the covers off and stepping out of bed.

“Wait, you mean, you won’t massage me?” he asked as she entered the bathroom.

“You want me to do it?” she asked surprised as she closed the door behind her.

“Well, yeah, you seem to do a great job why not?” Isabelle heard him through the door. Isabelle smiled and bit her bottom lip, ‘Did he just compliment me?’ She thought and her stomach twisted in excitement. She sighed and looked at reflection in the mirror and gasped. She had a bruise on her face, her lip was busted and she had a large cut above her eyebrow.

“I don’t know, don’t you think it would be weird?” she asked loudly, splashing cool water on her face.

“Not really. Why would it be weird?” he asked. Isabelle sighed and watched herself in the mirror. She had to find her own apartment and stand on her own two feet, pull her life in to some kind of order.

She opened the door and stepped out. “Well, you’re Kelly’s brother. Plus, you’ll be naked!” she said coyly not looking directly at him.

“Well, we can work around that, I mean if you’re uncomfortable with me being naked, then I won't be naked. I can wear shorts,” he said lying back on his bed.

“No, it’s not about me being uncomfortable. I mean, I massage tons of naked guys, it’s my job. I meant weird for you,” she corrected leaning on the door.

Jordan stepped out of bed and walked over to her, he was wearing a pair of black Calvin Klein, boxer shorts. “I’m a model. I walk around naked in front of tons of people during a shoot. I’m rarely uncomfortable, but just to make this a little easier I’ll keep my shorts on,” he said confidently.

“Okay, it’s up to you. Just book an appointment at the spa, and I will be happy to massage you,” she said standing straight again. She tried to walk off but he blocked her off.

“Oh, I was thinking maybe we can do it in here. On your day off maybe you know, cut out the middle man. That way you get all money instead of a cut,” he said with a smirk.

Isabelle shook her head. “Oh no, I wasn’t going to charge you anyway, so it doesn’t matter. Wherever you’re comfortable is fine by me,” Isabelle said brushing past him.

He grasped her arm and pulled her back to him gently. “Wait, what do you mean you’re not gonna charge me?” he asked with a frown.

“Exactly that.” she said with an arched brow.

“Why?” he asked shortly. Isabelle smiled.

“How can I charge you? Don’t be so crazy, Jordan. You’re Kelly’s brother. And after you took care of me last night I couldn’t possibly…” she said dropping her gaze to the floor.

Jordan’s frown softened. “Hey, I did what any sane person would do. It was nothing,” he said. He let his finger slide under her chin, she looked up at him.

“It wasn’t nothing to me, it meant a lot and I’ll always be grateful,” she said looking up at him. His brown eyes made her heart melt.

He just nodded in response, his hand slipped up to her bruised cheek. “He will pay for what he did to you. I’ll make sure of it,” he said, the flash of fire burning deep in his eyes again.

Isabelle only cast her eyes downward but inside her heart was beating hard.