Never Forget (Memories)

when he got to my age he already had a name in our area for the biggest man slut. Bing being Bing decided he'd live up to his name, and his friends said he could either be called 'Bing' or 'Tap' in honour of how many girls he'd slept with.
    He said 'Bing' and its stuck for the last two years. Only my parents call him Sam. Even Grammy calls him Bing, the legend that she is.
    "Hi to you too. You'd think after three months you'd miss your brother." He pinches my toe and I kick him.
    "No. It's been lush without you." I smile sweetly.
    "Such a rat." He looks around the room. "Nice crib."
    I shake my head. "Thanks, gangsta wannabe."
    "What?" He fixes his gaze on me.
    "Never mind." I sigh.
    He looks at me like I'm weird - rich, coming from him - and shakes his head.
    "How's my favourite little sister then?"
    I look at him like he's the most annoying person in the world.
    Which he is.
    "I'm your only sister, so I'm your favourite by default, idiot. But I'm fine."
    "Good." Bing draws the word out and leans back, flexing his toes.
    "Get comfy, Bing." I roll my eyes.
    "Yeah, I will, thanks." He grins at me. "Who's that dude in the garden?"
    "Oh. That's Alec." I turn my attention back to my Kindle.
    "Who's Alec?"
    "Grammy's help."
    "Her help?"
    "Yeah, she's getting old, Bing. Can't do everything she used to."
    "Since when has that ever stopped her?"
    I look at him over the top of the e-reader and tilt my head slightly.
    He has a point. Even when I was ten and Grammy had her hip replacement she still insisted she could do everything. She's independent, strong, just like Mum. She'd never accept help from anyone..
    "Maybe she's realised she needs to start taking it easy," I guess.
    "She's off to Bingo tonight. What happens when Gram goes to Bingo, Lexy? She comes back pissed as a coot." Bing laughs. "Good on her."
    "I dunno then." I shrug. "I think she's trying to set me up with Alec. Maybe the 'help' thing is just a ruse for that."
    Bing taps his chin and muses it over. "You can see the garden from here, right?"
    "Uh.."
    He gets up and moves to the window. He slides the curtain across and pokes his head out the window. He comes back and sits down a minute later.
    "You could do worse, Lexy."
    "Gee, thanks," I retort, turning off the Kindle. Clearly, my brother has no intentions of leaving me alone.
    "Just sayin', sis. You need a boyfriend. You could do with loosening up a little." He winks and I chuck a pillow at him.
    "That better not have a double meaning, Bing!"
    "Would I ever?" He mock gasps and holds his hand to his chest.
    I give him the 'yeah, right' look and he gives in.
    "Okay, okay," he acquiesces. "I'm just sayin' you could do with a bit of fun. I know you're worried about your education but you're not going to uni for like, seven weeks. Relax a little, yeah? Who knows, you could find a keeper."
    "If I can't find a decent guy in London, what makes you think I will in Devon?"
    "Lexy, I only say it cause I care about you, yeah? Lighten up a little this summer. Have a little fun." He turns to the door and gives me a peace sign. I notice his trousers are hanging halfway down his ass.
    "Pull your damn trousers up, you tramp!" I yell as he shuts the door.
    "Suck it!" he yells back and I close my eyes.
    Why is everyone on at me about lightening up?

    ~

    I wake to the smell of bacon. My nose twitches as I sniff it, that glorious scent. I begin to climb out of bed when I'm hit by the thought that the pig providing my breakfast was most likely local.. Hmm.. My stomach rumbles and settles my internal argument.
    Local pig or not, I need food, and Mr. Piggy is on the menu.
    I yawn and open my door before padding down the stairs. I hear cutlery clanging and I stop dead in my tracks at the kitchen door.
    Alec is cooking bacon. In my Gram's kitchen.
    "Uh," is all I can manage.
    He turns and appraises me head to toe. My cheeks flame as I realise my satin shorts and top don't leave much to the imagination.
    At least I left my bra on last night. Thank heavens for small mercies.
    "Morning," Alec says with a smirk.
    "Morning," I say nonchalantly. Why am I so embarrassed? The guy has seen me in a bikini, and that's practically underwear, right?
    "Why are you cooking in Gram's kitchen?" I ask him and jump up on the counter, swinging my legs.
    "You've seen her on a Monday after Bingo, right?" He chuckles, a deep sound that resonates through my body. I suppress a shiver at it and chastise myself mentally.
    Just because he's hot does not mean I