Brooke had to pause and gasp for oxygen. I reached out and hugged her. “Brooke…” I shushed soothingly.
She shuddered in my embrace for a few extra seconds, breathing hard and still gasping for oxygen. But once she got herself under control, the tears began rolling down her cheeks and she buried her face against my chest. “I’m not a little kid anymore, Ben. You and Brandi keep saying I’m too young but I have hormones and urges. I’ve already had oral sex, both ways. And I’m going to lose my virginity soon, one way or another. But you won’t even talk to me about it. You promise you’ll answer my questions but I already KNOW all the technical stuff. I need you to SHOW me now. But you won’t even touch me! Like I’ve got some funky skin condition or something.”
“You’re my little sister,” I pinched my eyebrows in and tried to reason with her.
“And you were Brandi’s little brother.”
“But you should learn that kind of stuff with a boy your own age,” I sighed.
“Did you?” Brooke’s eyes bored into my skull. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you learned everything you know from Miss McNeiclass="underline" an older, wiser woman. Your relationship with her was ‘wrong’ too, but it was right for you.”
I grimaced, fishing around for a defense and not finding one.
“Why can’t I learn from you, Ben? I love you, I trust you. I compare every potential boy to you, and none of them measure up. How could I possibly think of learning and fumbling around with some 15-year-old acne-ridden dweeb when you and your wealth of experience and love for me is right in the next bedroom? Or would you rather I just hit up some jock on the football team and have him deflower me?”
“No!” I shouted at the very thought.
“Well that’s what’s gonna happen if you keep waiting for me to grow up, Ben. I AM grown up. I told you last Winter that I wanted you. I promised I’d wait. But I’m tired of waiting now. It’s time.” There was a fire in Brooke’s eyes that told me she was dead serious. This was her ultimatum and nothing I could say would change her mind.
I sighed. “Lemme think about it, okay?”
Brooke visibly sagged, looking both relieved and apologetic. “Look Ben. I’m really not trying to force you. I just want you to understand where I’m coming from. I’m scared of all this. I’m scared of sex. But I’m not scared when I’m with you. Please? Can’t you do this for me?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
I’d meant it as “okay, I understand” but Brooke may have taken it as “Okay, I’ll do it”.
“When?” She asked, suddenly excited again.
“I don’t know yet. I gotta talk to Dawn.” I hoisted the sweatshirts. “We should get back.”
Brooke darted forward and hugged me. “I love you, Ben.”
I patted her on the back. “Love you too, sis.”
Brooke and I hadn’t been gone that long, but apparently we’d been gone long enough for Greg Kinomoto to make his move. As we approached the bonfire I could see that the hunky Eurasian had his arms wrapped around Dawn, my girlfriend giggling as together they held a long stick with two marshmallows into the fire.
Presently, Dawn shivered and Greg leaned in to whisper something in her ear. She giggled and then turned her head to him, nodding. He said something else and the pair moved away from the fire, going around behind some bushes and out of sight.
I felt my blood beginning to boil. I was sure it was harmless; sure that Dawn wasn’t doing anything more than flirting. I’d seen Adrienne do FAR more with other guys without letting it get out of hand.
But then, Adrienne had always been the one in control, only offering small nuggets to her would-be suitors while saving all the goodies for me. Dawn, on the other hand, was the not-yet-17 blushing girl being seduced by the 22-year-old hunk. Wordlessly, I thrust Mom and Dad’s sweatshirts at them and then hurried around the perimeter of the bonfire while Brooke went to give the twins their warm clothes.
Dawn was nowhere in sight by the time I circled around. I headed for the bushes and as I approached, I heard her musical giggling. With a nagging sense of dread at the back of my neck, I decided to tiptoe my approach and peer around the bushes surreptitiously. And then my blood stopped boiling.
Instead, it ran icy cold.
Greg had his jacket wrapped around Dawn’s shoulders, his hands on her arms rubbing gently for extra heat. That scene in and of itself would have made me pretty upset. But also, at that very moment, Greg was pressed up right in Dawn’s face, the back of his head obscuring it. And yet from the short, nodding movements, it was clear he was kissing her.
I only needed to see this for half a second before I instantly turned away and stomped none-too-quietly back around the bonfire. Fucking Bitch!
I heard Dawn’s words in my head. ‘Relax, Ben. It’s harmless, Ben.’ Yeah, right. I was angry and I was pissed off. For a brief moment, I contemplated dragging Brooke back to our cabin and fucking the shit out of her. I knew my little sister wanted it and I would give her the fucking of her young life. She would be forever ruined for other men by the time I was through with her.
And yet, the instant I had that thought I dashed it away. No, Brooke deserved better. I still wasn’t sold on the idea of doing anything sexual with a younger sibling. Older, yeah. Brandi was old enough to know what she was getting into and to deal with the consequences. But a virgin little sister? And especially in the mental state I was in? No, an angry revenge fuck was NOT what Brooke needed to be a part of.
Angry, I simply stomped away and headed for… wherever.
Aimlessly, I walked around in the semi-darkness. I had a flashlight in my pocket, but for the moment I was content to meander without it. Maybe if I was lucky I’d hit my head on a low tree branch and render myself unconscious.
Only one voice stopped me dead in my tracks. “Hey there, handsome.”
I turned to look at the cabin where the voice came from. A tall, slender brunette with streaks of blonde in her hair reclined in a chair, her long, lithe legs propped up on the rail. Felicia held a steaming mug in her hands, and her smile was bright ivory in the twilight.
“A little tense, are we, Ben? You look like someone who could use a good backrub.” Felicia’s smoky, seductive voice simultaneously set my blood on fire once again and reignited that naughty, amoral part inside of me.
And with an evil little grin, I nodded and went up to the house.
Felicia was deceptively strong for her slight frame. All slender limbs without any obvious musculature, she certainly knew what she was doing with her hands. I was putty on the bed, feeling quite good, and when she began to slide my shirt up to expose my back, I gave her no resistance.
Soon, I was topless and resettling onto my stomach while Felicia stroked my spine with long, rhythmic movements. I sighed happily and didn’t even flinch when I felt the soft touch of her lips between my shoulder blades. “What’s bugging you, Ben?”
I growled in response and tensed up again, causing her to resume rubbing concentric circles over my shoulders.
“Girl trouble?”
I shrugged.
“So what’s bothering you right now?”
“Greg,” I grunted, and immediately I felt the tension in Felicia’s hands. As far as I knew, the pair had been broken up since last summer and had not reconnected, but clearly Felicia was just as bothered by her ex’s dalliance with Dawn as I was.
“What about him?” she asked in a strained voice.
“I found them kissing,” I sighed in vexation.