And then, I hear that strange noise again. It’s a familiar sound for whatever reason, but not something I’m used to hearing in school. It seems to be coming from outside the room – and it’s getting distracting.
Gently spreading Madison’s legs, I let out a guttural groan and feel my cock twitch violently. All that stands between me and the ultimate feminine object of my lifelong desire is a pair of skimpy red-and-white polka dot panties... and they’re already soaking wet in the crotch. Madison’s hot and bothered – she really does want this!
Once again, the persistent noise draws my attention. Blinking my eyes out of frustration, I twist around to check if we have an uninvited audience at the door, but see nothing out of the ordinary. And yet, when I return to Madison, she’s no longer lying beneath me. My girlfriend has vanished into thin air – as has the teacher’s desk, and indeed the entire classroom.
It’s just me, all alone and fully clothed in my bedroom at home, lying stomach-down on my bed... with an uncomfortable wet spot in my underwear from my energetic humping of the sheets.
I’ve been daydreaming about a daring conquest that never actually happened, and the annoying sound is the home telephone ringing.
Shit!
I just knew that’s how I should’ve handled Madison back then... if I hadn’t been such a total pushover and just let her walk away at the first sign of reluctance, then maybe things would be very different between us today!
Chapter Two
Gazing forlornly out my second-story bedroom window, I watch idly as an ominous mass of dark grey clouds gathers on the western horizon, and get the feeling that Mother Nature is somehow mirroring my own internal mood.
Namely, that life sucks.
Okay, perhaps I’m being a little melodramatic there... but it’s honestly how I feel now that my long-time girlfriend, Madison, has broken up with me. She didn’t even have the decency to do it in person – I got dumped by a freaking text message early this morning! That’s a totally guy move!
And what great reward did I get for dating popular social girl Madison exclusively for eight straight months? Taking her to places I didn’t really want to go, listening to her endless complaining about her airhead girlfriends, and suffering through countless sappy chick flicks? Nothing. I don’t mean that figuratively, either. It’s as though she never gave me anything real of herself, either physically or emotionally. It seems like all she did is consume my time, much like those dark grey clouds have their sights set on consuming an otherwise bright and cheery Friday afternoon.
Fuck you, clouds. No – fuck you, Madison!
A familiar sarcastic voice comes from behind. “And what the hell’s your problem, lame-o?”
Naturally, it’s my bratty and slightly younger sister, Ella. Technically she’s only my stepsister, but our parents have always hated us using the term “step” with close family members – feeling the distinction enforces a kind of unhealthy separation. Anyways, she’s lived with me long enough that I consider her entirely as annoying as any “real” sister would’ve been.
Rolling over to face the door, I pinch my brown eyebrows together and let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, nothing,” I moan pitifully, secretly hoping that she’ll probe me for further information. I need to complain to someone about this horrible injustice...
“Yeah, well, whatever,” grunts Ella with a dismissive swish of her hand. “Just remember you gotta feed Rex later on tonight when I’m out.” She spins around and disappears, a blinding flash of golden sunlight reflecting off her long, dirty blonde hair.
“You’re still going to that thing?” I call out, recalling that she’d been planning to attend a rock concert at the city amphitheater later this evening. “They’re calling for rain tonight, and take a look outside, sis... ’cuz it sure looks like they’re gonna be right for once.”
Ella sticks her head back in the doorway. “So? I don’t mind getting a little wet,” she says with a sly grin. “Especially since today’s my one and only eighteenth birthday, and the whole point of me going out is to find someone to get me really wet... if you know what I mean.”
I don’t actually know what she means, and Ella catches that ignorance in my blank expression.
“Fuck, Tommy – are you really that thick? I plan to get fuckin’ laid tonight, big bro!”
My nose immediately wrinkles in disgust. “Geez, Ella! I don’t need to know anything about my own sister’s damned sex life. In fact, I’d rather pretend you didn’t have one... kinda like me. Now.”
Ella’s eyebrows arch and her lips twist into a quirky little grin. “Oh, so is that what’s put you in this funk? Did that bitch Madison finally get around to dumping you?”
“Hey, she’s not a bitch!” I fire back – although I have no idea why I’m bothering to defend the... bitch. “She just... hell, I dunno. Didn’t want to go there, I guess. If you know what I mean.”
Ella snorts and rolls her eyes. “Really? Because word is, she’s gone there with practically every guy in school but you.”
My heart leaps into my throat. “Wait, what?”
“Heh, you really are that thick, aren’t you? Tommy boy, take your head outta the sand... because Madison has fucked probably half the seniors in that place. And I mean just this month!”
Huh? There’s no way something as outrageous as that could be true! “Oh yeah? Well... I don’t believe you!” I reply childishly.
“Well, you should, Tommy. I love you deeply, and have no reason to lie to you about something serious like that.”
“Then why am I only hearing about it now?”
Clenching her jaw, Ella steps into my bedroom and closes the door softly. “Tommy,” she says, sitting gently on the edge of the mattress, “I swear I didn’t know about it at first. But I’m sure you know girls like to talk... and when I found out what was going on, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I kinda hoped she’d change her ways, but she didn’t, and now that it’s finally over... you should know she was just using you as a trophy boyfriend; someone to make her look halfway respectable to her parents. But when she wasn’t parading around on the end of your arm, she was gettin’ it rough and dirty from as many guys in as many holes as possible. Madison’s a shameless tramp.”
Although bookended by otherwise disturbing information, I can’t help but feel slightly flattered that someone would consider me a “trophy”.
“Then... why the hell did she break up with me?” And an even better question I can’t ask my sister: why wouldn’t she fuck me at least once? I’m still a horribly frustrated virgin over here!
Interlocking her fingers, Ella’s gaze falls to her feet. Her normally pale cheeks seem to be turning a vibrant shade of red. “Um... I might have had something to do with that.”
Shocked, I jerk upright. “Wait, what? Explain.”
“Um, well... a few days ago I might’ve given Madison an ultimatum. Either she breaks up with you, or I’d share some photos I found of her kinda banging the basketball team at regionals.” My sister giggles. “One thing I’ll say: that bitch sure is freaking limber!”
My brain doesn’t even register that last part. “What? You’re saying you’re responsible for our breakup? After I spent eight freaking months working on that relationship?”
Ella looks up, her vibrant emerald green irises locking onto mine. “But Tommy, she wasn’t even—”
“Get out,” I growl through clenched teeth.
“But Tommy, you’re not thinking straight—”
“I said get the fuck out! I’m gonna turn nineteen next month a fuckin’ virgin because of you, and you have the balls to come in here and flaunt your fucking plans to get fucking laid tonight?”
“No, Tommy, I didn’t mean that! And I was only doing what I thought best! I swear you’re better off without Madison. You know how much I love you!”
“Yeah? Well I don’t fucking love you at all, you selfish little step-bitch!”
The moment those heated words pass my lips,
my seething anger vanishes and I immediately regret ever having spoken them. Especially the step-word, which in our family is nearly as bad as using the B-word... and I went and paired them up!
Ella’s expression shifts from one of insistent pleading, to wounded sadness. With her delicate little chin quivering with emotion, my sister blinks once, twice, and then suddenly leaps off my bed – flinging open my bedroom door and tearing down the hall in a rage.
I call out, “Shit – wait, Ella!” just as her bedroom door slams shut, hard enough to rattle the bookshelf on our shared wall. After that, the house returns to an eerie, uncomfortable state of silence.
Fuck. Now I’ve gone and done it!
My sister’s always been the highly sensitive type, and I know I’m going to have to make a heartfelt apology to Ella very soon. Certainly before dinnertime. But at the moment, we’re both far too emotional. And, frankly, I still feel like feeling sorry for myself.
I mean, seriously... just how pathetic am I that the school slut won’t even fuck me?
Rolling back over to the window and gazing out at the approaching storm front, I take a deep breath and nestle my head in the soothing softness of my down pillow.
Yup... life really does suck.
Chapter Three
Nn hour later, I attempt to apologize to Ella for my rude and mean-spirited outburst – but she doesn’t want to hear it, and merely shoots daggers at me from across her bedroom. I know the tension between us will eventually pass, simply because you can’t live with someone most of your life and not have arguments or the occasional emotional outburst. But seeing my sister so thoroughly wounded from something stupid that I said, makes my heart ache with regret, and all I want to do is make everything better.
Deep down, I only want Ella to be happy. To feel safe and secure. Loved.
Shit. Where’s all that mushy crap coming from? Breaking up with Madison must have screwed me up even more than I realized!
Unfortunately, by the time my sister’s ready to leave for her outdoor concert a few hours later, the weather really has turned horrible – a veritable spring downpour, and it’s actually Ella’s girlfriends who call first to cancel.
Approaching my sister’s bedroom to delicately pass on a message from mom, I hear Ella whispering loudly on the phone and pause just outside her closed door.
“What the fuck, Bree!” she exclaims as a loud clap of thunder rumbles outside the house. “It’s my eighteenth birthday and you’re all gonna just abandon me? You really expect me to go to that thing alone? ...Yeah, I checked, and it’s still happening, even with the weather. You know what we’d planned to do tonight, Bree. No, I don’t care if you already lost it at thirteen, because I sure didn’t, and I’ve been dreaming about this day for like half my life. Ah, fuck. Hold on a sec.”
Just as I’m contemplating whether that last statement means what I think it means, Ella’s bedroom door abruptly flings open. There, on the other side, stands my irate sister – decked out in heavy makeup and what she considers sexy concert-going attire: torn blue jeans, giant chrome studded black leather belt, and a much-too-small red halter top that leaves her entire midriff region exposed.
Considering that it’s a cold April evening and raining cats and dogs outside...
“What the hell do you want, jerkwad?” she spits at me while keeping her cell phone pressed to her chest. Inadvertently, I notice that whatever bra she’s wearing is really giving her an abnormally prominent bustline tonight. “I can see the shadows from your huge feet under the crack, you know.”
“N-n-nothing,” I stutter, embarrassed to have been caught spying on my own sister. “M-mom was just wanting me to tell you that if you’re not going out tonight, then you should come eat dinner with us. And Ella, please – you must know how much I love you, and how very sorry I am from the bottom of my heart for what I said earlier. Please, please, forgive me...”
Ella glares at me for five long seconds before slowing raising the phone to her ear. “Bree, tell ya what. Screw tonight, ’kay? I’ll just have to suffer in celibacy ’til some other time. Yeah, don’t worry about it; I’ll be fine here all by my lonesome. Sure. Yeah, well, you should feel a little bad. Anyways, call ya later.”
Ending the call with a decisive jab of her index finger, my sister continues to glare at me for an uncomfortably long spell before finally spinning around. “Fine... you friggin’ Neanderthal,” she grumbles. “Tell mom I’ll need a few minutes to get outta my ‘fuck me’ clothes.”
I grimace at her choice of words. True or not, I know she’s only putting it so bluntly in order to punish me further.
Casually tossing the cell phone on her bed, Ella promptly tugs off her red halter top – and I learn, in an entirely involuntary manner, that my sister isn’t wearing a bra. It’s a damn good thing she’s not looking in my direction, because I doubt I could’ve hidden the look of incredulous surprise that surely flashed across my face!
Even though I’m only getting a three-quarters profile view of her side... since when did my bratty little sister have such spectacular breasts? We’d both been pretty careful about not going naked around the other for the past four or five years, but it didn’t seem that long ago when her boobs were nothing more than a pair of jiggly half-oranges perched on a bony chest. Now? I can’t even think of an appropriate fruit comparison, because they look nothing like fruit! They’re... full. Womanly. Totally amazing. And somehow, I’d completely failed to notice that Ella had them, probably because she was someone I shouldn’t be taking notice of in the first place.
Which is a thought disturbing enough to prompt me to close Ella’s bedroom door, and make a hasty retreat to the relative safety of the kitchen.
* * *
Dinnertime with mom and dad is an awkward affair, but I think my parents attribute most of Ella’s grumpy, non-conversational behavior to disappointment that she isn’t able to be out celebrating with her girlfriends.
Just before our plates are empty, mom brings up the subject.
“Ella, I know you’re upset that you couldn’t make it to the concert... but are you at least going to spend some time with Bree or your other friends tonight? Your dad and I don’t mind having company over.”
Well, I certainly would! Ella’s girlfriends are kinda hot... and the last thing I need is further reminders of things I can’t have.
My sister sighs dramatically. “No, mom. Seems no one wants to be with little ol’ me on my most special of birthdays... it’s like I’m some kinda outcast. A social pariah.”
“Come now, sweetheart, you know that’s not true! I’m sure the only reason they’re not here is because of the horrid weather tonight. They said on the radio there could even be some flooding. But no matter what, you’ve always got your loving family to keep you company!”
Ella grunts and crosses her arms. “Yeah, well, thanks... but I’m still depressed as hell. Nothing ever seems to work out for me. A girl only turns eighteen once, you know, and I was really hoping today would turn out special.”
Ella’s eyes catch mine for a split second – and aware that she knows that I know what “special” means, my face turns a deep shade of red in front of everyone. Which is why it’s always been my policy to ignore my stupid sister’s social life!
Finished with his meal, dad sets his knife and fork down. “Tommy, you okay over there?”
Almost choking with embarrassment, I sputter, “Y-yeah, dad, uh... just a spicy... uh, m-mushroom, I guess.”
Mom clicks her tongue. “See, honey? I told you that you put way too much garlic in them.”
“What? Can’t ever have too much garlic,” counters my dad sternly, pushing his chair back and then circling the table to gather our empty plates.
Taking a slow sip of red wine, mom looks back and forth between Ella and me – attempting but clearly unable to conceal a look of excitement. “So... are we ready yet?”
“Um, ready for what...?” asks Ella.
Mom gestures to dad. “H
oney, if you could do the honors...”
Dad disappears through the dining room archway and into the kitchen.
“Mom, what’s going on?” asks my sister in a highly suspicious tone.
“Well, sweetheart, like you said... my little girl only turns eighteen once! And, although we weren’t sure we would get to use it today...”
Ella winces. “Oh crap, no! Tell me you didn’t, mom!”
“Mmm, didn’t what?”
At that precise moment, dad reappears in the archway holding a huge, bright pink-frosted birthday cake with a small inferno of candles blazing on top.
Mom laughs and claps her hands together. “Everyone! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...”
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