I even went so far as to avoid any type of physical contact with guys at school, such as high fives, handshakes, or even brushing up against someone. I remember getting really angry once at someone in my class that had the audacity to tap me on the shoulder to get my attention. “Just say my fucking name if you want something from me, pervert!” I had screamed at him, causing quite the ruckus in class. Word got around after that, thankfully, and no one had laid a finger on me since.
Every part of my body had been kept as pure as possible for Tevin, and I was about to be his. Physically, emotionally, and spiritually, now that I was officially ready by the letter of the law, I was my brother’s for the taking.
“Guess what time it is?” I whispered, quiet as a mouse, my lips imperceptibly brushing up against his as I spoke.
“What the fuck!?” Tevin suddenly screamed. I jerked my head back just in time to avoid his hand as he swiped it defensively in front of himself. Terrified, I tried to get up, but in his confused panic, Tevin grabbed hold of me on my legs, twisted his body underneath me, and flung me off his bed.
“Ow, Tevin!” I whined as I landed with a thud on the floor.
“Who the fuck’s there!?” he cried out, still unable to see or process anything in his delirium.
“It’s me, dummy!” I said lightheartedly, forgiving him instantly for tossing me off his bed.
“Leah!?”
“Who else?” I said in a sickly sweet sort of way. “And you may want to lower your voice so you don’t wake up Mom and Dad.”
“What-what the fuck…?” he began as he finally gathered himself enough to reach over and turn on his bedside lamp. After letting his vision adjust to the lighting, he looked down at me intensely with those dark eyes, taking in the scene in front of him. I did my best to reposition myself in the most alluring way I could manage having just been tossed to the floor. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked back into his eyes, making sure to keep my legs closed so that I didn’t give away too much too soon. He’d get the full show in due time, but I wanted to go nice and slow with him first.
“Leah, what in the blue hell are you doing in my room!?” he said finally after a bit of tense silence.
“It’s after midnight, Tevin!” I sang.
“In no way does that answer my question,” he said.
“You know what today is, don’t you?”
“I know what time of day it is,” he said, looking at the clock beside his bed. “Late as shit.”
“It’s my birthday!” I announced, keeping my voice as low as I could.
“Oh.” He looked me over some more, his eyes noticeably lingering on my legs. “Leah…what are you wearing?”
“A dark blue satin laced nightie, of course!” I replied.
“And…WHY are you wearing it?”
“It’s my birthday present!”
“From who!?”
“Whom,” I corrected. “And to answer your question, it’s from me, to me. I mean, technically, I guess you could say it’s from Mom, since I used her credit card information to purchase it for myself, but since she and Dad never look too closely at their bill, I can’t imagine she’ll know any time soon that I bought it.”
He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Leah, for the love of all that is holy, can you please explain to me what you’re doing in my room?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I asked, wiggling my shoulders enticingly as I spoke.
Tevin looked me over once more. “No!” he exclaimed loudly with a look of confusion on his face.
Silly, unobservant boy. I guess I had to be a bit more forthright. “Tevin…I’m officially eighteen years old now. The day has changed over. I’m…legal.”
Tevin sat up in his bed and rested his back against his headboard. The blanket fell to his waist, exposing his bare torso to me. I studied his understated muscles in his stomach and chest, and wondered how many more minutes I’d have to wait before sliding my tongue all over them.
“Leah,” he began slowly, with an unexplainable tone of anger, “what the FUCK are you talking about?”
“Tevin,” I said matter-of-factly, trying to keep all frustration at his lack of comprehension out of my voice. “I’m here to give myself to you.” His face was still not tracking, so I decided to drop all pretense and be as blunt as possible, even if it slightly extinguished the romance. “I’ll talk slow so you can follow, since you’re head is clearly in a bit of a fog from being woken up in the middle of the night. I, Leah, your precious baby sister, am eighteen years old now. I am now legally allowed to buy lottery tickets, join the military, and until fairly recently, could have bought cigarettes, but such is life. Naturally, I don’t actually want to do any of those things. But I am also now of legal age to consent to sexual activities, which is something I desperately want to do, specifically with you. So…” Not sure what else to say on the matter, I looked innocently into his eyes as I slowly parted my thighs and pulled up the material of my nightie, giving him his first glimpse at my beautiful, bare pussy as I did.
“Jesus, Leah!” he cried out, bringing his hands up to his face to cover his eyes.
“Aww, it’s okay baby,” I said soothingly as I stood up and went to his side, placing my hand on his arm. “Listen, you and I have had this unspoken understanding for quite some time now that we were gonna wait for my eighteenth birthday before we shared our bodies with each other. I know it, and you know it. I know you’re scared that you’ll hurt me, but you don’t have to be. I’m ready, Tevin. We’re on the same page!”
“We are most definitely NOT on the same page!” he exclaimed as he pushed my hand off of his arm. At this he got himself quickly out of bed and moved over to his computer chair. I was disappointed to see that he was wearing pajama pants, but I shrugged it off, knowing that he’d be removing them for me before I knew it.
“What are you doing?” I asked innocently. “If you think that I’m gonna make love to you for the first time in your computer chair, you’ve got another thing coming. Get back in bed, you silly thing!”
“Make love to me!? Jesus Christ, Leah…where the hell is all of this coming from?”
“Our unspoken bond, of course. It’s always been in the stars that you’d take my virginity, and I yours, on this most magical of nights.”
“It has NOT! Leah, I know you’ve always been kinda…nuts, what with the incident with the cat-”
“That cat looked at me funny and had it coming! Besides, I didn’t kill it or anything.”
“Be that as it may. There was the hair pulling and biting phase in middle school, the slashing of Dad’s tires your freshman year, and the pile of rotting food you were storing in your closet, to name a few.”
“Tevin, what are you getting at exactly?” I was really getting annoyed at his deviation from the task at hand.
“What I’m getting at is, while you’ve always been a little out there, even for you this is fucking bizarre. Fortunately, I’ve come to expect these little oddities from you over the years, which is probably why I’m not losing my shit right now more than I am. But still, even with your history, I’ve gotta say you’re freaking me out pretty bad.”
I smiled and walked over to him, sitting softly in his lap. “Let’s forget all that irrelevant history, Tevin, and focus on the here and now.”
“I’d rather not,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.
“Why don’t we just turn your lamp off, get under the covers, and start making each other feel good?”
“Fuck, Leah!” he said with a tone of frustration as for the second time that night he shoved me away. “Have you been taking your meds?”
“Don’t talk to me like that,” I threatened, my voice gaining a dangerous tone that surprised even me. I was not a fan of that topic and would not tolerate such talk, not even from my favorite person in the world.
“It just seems like maybe you haven’t, you know…been taking them,” Tevin carefully suggested.
I took a deep breath, composing myself before I spoke. I did not want to blow up at my brother and destroy what little chance we still had at a romantic evening, but I still felt the need to express my displeasure at how ungrateful he was being. “Tevin,” I began slowly, shaking a little with anger, “I can understand a little bit that you must feel a tad anxious at the night ahead of us. I get it, I am too. But I have to say that I’m a little irritated at how you are acting right now. I have freshly turned eighteen years old, and have saved every square inch of my body for you to ravage on this most sacred of nights. I even picked out this nightie for you, knowing that dark blue was your favorite color. I went through the porn history on your computer while you weren’t home and learned about all your preferences and tendencies, such as girls who shave themselves bare and girls with pigtails.”
“You did what!?”
I put my hand out, indicating that I was not done. “Now, I was under the impression that we had a silent, mutual understanding about how this was supposed to go, and that we’ve had this understanding for months-hell, years now. We are in love with each other and destined to be eternally together, and I am still hoping to get that started as soon as possible. But you need to check your attitude real quick or I might just walk right out of here and come back another night.” I crossed my arms in satisfaction, hopeful that my threat of leaving was believable enough, even though no part of me meant it.
Tevin lowered his face into his hands and shook his head. I could tell that he felt bad, and I in turn felt bad about hurting him, but he needed to hear how much of a dick he was being.
“I try my best not to talk to you the way I’m about to,” he began. “I’ve always been a very good older brother in that respect, I think. Always looked after you, taken up for you when people would say harsh things about you. I understand better than most, even Mom and Dad, that you just can’t help it sometimes. But I’m at a loss on this one, Leah.”
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