Ever since I was young, my parents counted on me to look after my sister, Tina. They both worked round the clock to provide for us, so it fell to me as the big brother to take care of her. I was only three years older, but did my best to watch her, play with her, carry her around the house, shower her. Even as a toddler, she only accepted food if I fed it to her. Whenever our parents were out or worked late and left us with a babysitter, which was often, I read her a story and put her to bed with a good-night kiss on the cheek. She giggled and insisted on giving me one too. Almost everytime, she followed me to my room shortly after, insisting on sleeping beside me because I made her feel safe.
I took pride in it all, especially when my parents praised me and thanked me for the help. I was a good, responsible brother who cared and doted on his sister. I'd always take care of her. After all, Tina was glued to my hip from the day she could walk and followed me everywhere.
Sometimes she went too far as we got older, like trying to share a bath with me similar to when we were very young, and I'd have to gently set her back outside. Or how she quite loudly, especially to everyone around, declared that "I love Alex!" When she found out what marriage was, she frequently added, "I'm gonna marry Alex!" I was embarrassed by it, but all our family found it adorable.
So I put up with it. Besides, I enjoyed my big brother position and since everyone commented on how cute her affection was, I tried not to pay it much mind.
That was until I entered middle school, when I found out that her attachment was stronger than I realized. After our parents explained we'd be going to different schools the next term, she threw a fierce tantrum, screaming and throwing her toys all over her room. When our parents threatened her with spankings or taking away her stuff, she only yelled louder. "I want Alex!"
In the end, I calmed her down by sitting on the bed beside her. She held me tight, as though afraid I'd be snatched from her right there and then, never to be seen again, and wiped her snotty nose into my shirt. "Hey T," I stroked her wavy blond hair, picking it up and dropping it over her face. She blew it away and I repeated the gesture.
"Stop," she whined, drawing out the word and smacking my hands away. At least she simmered down enough to talk.
"Look, I know it'll be a little scary by yourself, but you've got friends at school."
She buried her face further in my shirt and squeezed my middle with her tiny hands. "I don't care. I want you with me."
"I know and I wish I could be. But we'll see each other at home." That didn't appease her and she only dug her hands in further. "How about this? The schools aren't that far from each other. I can ride with you on the bus to school, drop you off, then pick you up once you get out and we can go home together. Sound good?"
It took several moments for her to consider it. She slowly nodded and her grip loosened. "Promise?"
"I promise. Come here." I opened my arms and she crawled into them, curling up against my chest like she always did when she had trouble sleeping and wanted me to read her a story or sing a song.
I kept my promise and made sure to take her to school every day and waited outside before she was even out. She always excitedly ran to me as soon as she saw me, leaving behind her friends with a quick farewell, all so she could tell me about her day.
However, something changed in her demeanor. On the days that I had some spare time, I lingered behind some trees out of sight to make sure she entered the school safely. Once she no longer saw me, her countenance dampened, as though all joy was sucked out of her. Par for the course due to school, as any student will claim, but there was more to it. A quiet fury with dead eyes and a thin grimace. It was frankly unnerving on a face as young as hers. She shouldn't have looked anywhere like that until a couple years into college.
She also followed me more often when not in school. Even when I hung out with friends, she had an uncanny knack for finding us and insisting on tagging along. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, so I let her. Some of my friends teased me about it incessantly when she did come around.
"Hey, Alex. I expect some of that babysitting money."
"She's gonna slow us down, man."
"I didn't bring any milk for the little gremlin."
I defended her against them, despite wishing she wouldn't always show up. "Lay off, man," I said firmly."She's my sister ." Tina took my hand and squeezed it gratefully, then cut a sharp glare at the others through her bangs .
Thankfully, a couple of my friends had siblings, so they understood my plight all too well. " Don't sweat it. They grow out of it and start hanging out with their own friends later."
I trusted the ir word and waited for that day to come. It never seemed to, as Tina was dead set on always staying around me. I tried to gently encourage her to do things with her own friends, but it never took. "I like being with you guys more. You're more fun," she told me . "My friends are all right, but they're kind of boring."
So I suffered and put up with the jokes at my expense over my little sister always following me. However, the ones who always ragged on me the most gradually stopped. One by one, over time, they fell silent when my sister joined and mumbled about it being fine for her to hang out. I looked between my sister and them when it first happened, and she seemed just as clueless. She shrugged her shoulders, gave me that sweet smile, and tugged on my hand to bring me back to whatever we were doing.
S trange as it was, I eventually drifted apart from those friends for one reason or another and by the time I was in high school, I expected Tina to branch out on her own, form her own group of friends. If anything, she only became more obsessed.
Now that she was older and in middle school, she learned fairly quickly how to sneak out of class and into my school, surprising me between periods or at lunch. The most jarring was when I went to the bathroom during class and she hid in there, dropped her voice into a deep, monster gravel, and said, "I'm watching you." Needless to say, I finished on the toilet quicker than I expected when I saw her wide eye peeking through the slit in the stall.
No matter how many detentions she received or reprimands from our parents, she continued to do it on a regular basis to the point that it was more unusual for her to be missing from our high school group. My parents eventually gave up on it, especially since she somehow managed to keep her grades up. I never figured out how she accomplished that.
Everything came to a head during the annual senior field trip for her class. I'd been in college for a few years by that point. The high school let the seniors pick a field trip destination each year to visit for the whole weekend and this year, Des Moines had won over the other choices. Since they were short on chaperones, the school reached out to parents and relatives for volunteers.
Tina begged me to sign up and after much pleading and puppy dog eyes, I agreed. After final exams, I needed a good, long break free from all the studying and stress. So I was looking forward to going on the trip.
Another reason I agreed to volunteer was the chance to ask out Nancy, a girl I had been crushing on for the past couple of years. She had volunteered as a chaperone too, as her own sister was part of the same high school class.
Thanks to shaggy greasy hair and a breakout of acne in middle school, I hadn't had much luck with dating. Throughout high school, the pimples receded, my hair stopped looking like I shampooed with a fast food deep fryer, and I grew taller. I had a few brief flings here and there, but nothing that seemed to last.However, I felt pretty good about my chances this time.
Of course, Nancy was gorgeous, flashing a dazzling smile everywhere she went, and drawing all eyes to her. I never quite caught her at the right time, as she usually had a boyfriend. Even when she broke up with one, it wasn't long before another opportunistic bastard swept in and snatched her up. So I bided my time, made friends with her, chose a couple of electives that she also had, and waited for an opening.
Luckily, she and her current boyfriend had a falling out a few days before the trip and it didn't look like they would make-up. I giddily packed my bag, being very particular about what outfits to choose. This was my one chance without worrying about any other guys around. For once, the competition wouldn't be stiff for her attention.
Tina burst through my bedroom door, bounding in with her own suitcase and flopped it and herself onto my bed, rolling all over my clothes. "You're still not packed yet?" she asked.
"T," I said warningly and she responded with a wide, shit-eating grin. I scooped her up and held her upside down. It shocked me how short she still was despite graduating. She seemed to stop growing altogether in middle school, barely reaching the top of my stomach.
I deposited her upside down in my computer chair and spun her around. She slumped into a pile of limbs andscrambled upright. I pushed her suitcase aside and flattened my clothes. "I'm almost finished. Why do you care?"
Then I noticed the smug, superior look on her face that clearly said she knew something that I didn't. I folded my arms and took the bait. "Fine, what is it?"
"They assigned us to the same room," she said, producing her phone. The screen displayed everyone's names and room numbers, and I saw my name right next to Tina's.
"I thought they were putting the chaperones together."
She shrugged and tucked her long hair behind her ears. "Guess they did this for some of the family members."
I was about to call the school and request a transfer. Then a few spots below our names , I spotted Nancy and her sister, Jill, in the same room too. This might be a fortunate turn instead . To pull it off though, I would need Tina's cooperation.
My sister was already going on about the itenary the school planned and some interesting places she saw that we could go in our spare time. I interrupted her and crouched down to her level. " Hey, I need to ask you something."
"Sure, what is it?"
I pointed out Jill in the list . "Do you know her?"
She studied the name and nodded. "Yeah, she's in some of my classes."
"Are you two friends?"
"Sort of. Why?"
"Do you think she would be fine sharing her room with you if you asked?"
Tina narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Why would I need to share her room?"
"Look, I've been wanting to ask out her sister, Nancy, for a while now. She just broke up with her boyfriend, okay? This may be my best chance and I don't want to lose it."
She folded her arms, her amused grin bordering on a laugh. " So what? You think she's going to throw herself at you right off the bat? Mr. Smooth and Cool will slide right between those legs?"
"No, obviously not." Although I sincerely hope there's a chance. "But if I were to take her out this weekend for a coffee, maybe some dinner, and then we head back to the hotel, we could spend some time together and see what happens. So I'm asking you, if that happens, could you go stay with Jill?"
"But I don't want to stay with Jill," Tina whined. "She's kind of a bitch."
I put my hands on her knees and gave my best overexaggerated lip pout. "Please, for me? Would you do it for me?"
She sighed and shook her head, a sure sign she was already going to agree to it, but planned to drag out mulling it over and would ask for something in return. I expected as much and prepared for whatever she requested. However, in between her performance, a brief intensity stampeded through her eyes. A shadow of that same expression she used to wear when I left her at school.
It passed as quickly as it came and she pursed her lips. Raising a finger to me, she said, "All right. But you're taking me shopping while we're up there. I want a souvenir."
"Done." I slapped her knees and hugged her, which she returned and buried her face in my neck. Brushing off the strange look she gave me, I stood up with her dangling on my neck, and grabbed our suitcases in each hand. "Let's get going."
Our parents dropped us off at the bus station, where most of the class were already waiting for the bus to arrive to take us to our state's capitol. A few other stragglers arrived afterwards and the dean overseeing the trip pulled all of us chaperones aside. He split us up amongst the buses, three to oversee each. To my great luck, I was paired with Nancy and an older gentleman.
The older man looked at me as we boarded and seemed to pick up on my intentions with Nancy. "Why don't I take the front and you two sit in the back?" he said. "You'll probably see any troublemakers easier than I can."
"Sure, thanks," Nancy said and climbed aboard the bus.
As I followed her, the man nodded to me, as if to say, "Here's your chance. Don't blow it." I returned the nod, assuring him I wouldn't.
I figured the first thing I should do was ask her out for coffee. Maybe suggest once we get to the hotel, that we could find a place nearby. Or depending on how late we arrived, maybe dinner instead. As the seats filled up, I planned how best to steer the conversation in that direction. Once everyone was seated and the buses pulled out of the station, I tried to opening with a safe topic. "So how do you think your finals went?"
"Ugh, I'll be lucky if I don't have to repeat a couple of classes. I swear, half of the material wasn't even in our study guides."
"Yeah," I said noncommittally. I didn't think I'd done too bad on them, but then again, I'd basically sacrificed all sleep to read the damn textbooks cover to cover. "Got any summer plans or are you going to cram in a couple of classes over break?"
"I was planning to go to New York, but I'm not sure if I will."
"I told you I'd go with you." A girl who looked like a younger Nancy popped up and rested her arms on the seat, staring at us. "We can make it a family trip instead. You and me."
"Jill, sit down." Nancy pushed her sister's arms off the seat, but the girl stayed up defiantly.
"Instead?" I asked.
"She was supposed to go with her boyfriend," Jill said as Nancy shushed her. "What? It's not like you two were going to be together long. I told you he'd only stay for a few months."
"Drop it," Nancy told her.
I wasn't paying attention to their sibling squabble as much as the other person who peered out from behind the seat next to Jill. Tina's bright blue eyes glanced at me and she shrugged, silently apologizing that her classmate chose a seat close to us. I swallowed a sigh and sat back, the moment ruined with the boyfriend on everyone's mind. Hopefully, a better opportunity presented itself once we reached the hotel.
Once we arrived and stepped off the bus that evening, the old man who sat at the front raised his eyebrows questioningly. I gave an imperceptible shake of my head and his expression said it all. Shame, but don't worry. You'll get there.
I believed he was right. When we checked into the hotel and each found our rooms, I noticed that Nancy and her sister were a couple doors down. That had to be kismet. I encouraged Tina to go on ahead and wait downstairs in the lobby with the rest of the class while I stowed away our bags. I kept a sharp eye on Nancy's door and finished up just as she came out.
"Hey again," I said, pretending to run into her in the hallway.
"Hey yourself. You know if the mini fridge they have in there is included?"
"I'm not too sure. I didn't see one in our room. So, lucky they put family members together, huh?"
She punched the button for the elevator at the end of the hall. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I mean that's why they put you with Jill, me with Tina." The doors opened and as we stepped on, I hit the lobby button.
"I had to specifically request to stay with Jill," she said. "She's forgetful about taking her medicine and my parents wanted me with her. Otherwise, they pair up chaperones with each other."
I stared at her, taken aback by the explanation. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah," she said as if it were obvious. "Did you want to spend the night with family during your senior trip?"
"No, I guess not." We stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby. The entire class was clumped together, chatting and barely listening to the dean by the front doors, who read aloud a list of rules on curfew, behavior expectations, and idle threats about withholding degrees should anyone embarrass the school and its reputation.
Mentally, I was still back in the elevator, going over Nancy's explanation. If you had to specifically request to stay with a family member, then how had Tina and I wound up in the same room? I didn't put in the request and while Tina had asked me to come along, I doubt she wanted to spend the whole time with me instead of her friends. Had our parents put in the request and hadn't mentioned it?
"It's five now. You'll have until ten to be back here. Any questions?" the dean asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, got any condoms on you?" someone yelled from the side with a deep, fake voice.
"Who said that?" The dean raised up on his toes, looking over the sea of faces. But nobody was really paying attention by that point. The graduates shuffled out the doors, followed closely by the chaperones assigned to them.
I searched for Nancy among the crowd, but she was farther up ahead. A pair of small hands I knew well latched around one of my arms and yanked me toward a different group. "C'mon," Tina said, pointing ahead to a collection of boys and girls, along with a wrinkled prune of a woman. "Our group's this way."
Resigning myself, I followed her and the group out the doors. By the time we got outside, most of the others were down the street, turning corners or disappearing inside shops. I craned my neck, searching for Nancy, but Tina kept demanding my attention.
"So where are we going?"
"Uh, wherever you want." I lost sight of her. Dammit. I should've kept a better eye out.
The rest of the group went ahead with the other chaperone, leaving Tina and me behind. She grabbed my hand and dragged me along after them. I hoped to see Nancy later on.
Our assigned group was mostly girls who wanted to window shop, entering a few stores of their choice over the next few hours. Tina reminded me insistently of my promise of a souvenir. "I want something special to remember this by," she said, hugging my arm as we walked through rows of cheap baubles, tourist trap knick-knacks, clothes, and even a few jewelry cases in one store. The latter caught her eyes and she pointed out a few in particular.
"How about that necklace?"
"I'm in college. What makes you think I have three thousand to spare?"
"That ring then?"
I checked where she pointed at the case. "That's an engagement ring."
She didn't seem bothered by that. "Still nice."
I was looking over some of the small items near the checkout, from gum and mints to fast-acting laxatives and nausea medicine, when I heard yelling from the back of the store. The couple of boys in our group kept trying to ditch us, wanting to check out a movie theater or sneak off to a bar here and there. No chance on the latter at all, as each bar we passed always had a tall, ripped bouncer in front.
The other chaperone, who I suspected was a teacher, had eyes in the back of her head and kept calling the boys back by name. "Darryl! Henry! Get back here or I swear to God-!" She never followed up with what her threat was, but they must've known her well enough to be aware of it, for they always slunk back, complaining how bored they were.
By then, she'd grown tired of their grumbling and sad attempts to ditch us. Picking me out from amongst the racks of clothing between us in the store, she pointed at me. "I'll take them somewhere they want to go. If they'll shut their mouths!" She cast a sharp glare at them and the boys clamped their mouths shut. Then she said to me, "You've got the others, right?"
Without waiting for an answer, she left the store as the other girls paid for their purchases and gathered around me. We headed outside and I wiped my face, wanting to scream. Before I started to regret volunteering for this, I spotted Nancy across the street entering a local coffee shop.
The girls in our group all appeared the kind socialite, basic girls who had Starbucks for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. "Anyone up for some coffee?" I asked.
"Oh my God, yes!" a few of them chorused.
I pointed out the coffee place across the street and I saw the wheels turn in their minds. A local place with possibly new, unique flavors. Perfect for taking pictures or showing off to their friends. I could barely keep up with their sprint across the street.
As soon as we entered the shop, I spotted Nancy with her group. Thankfully, her little sister wasn't around. While the other girls got in line, I handed some money to Tina. "Get me whatever."
"Where are you going?" Then she followed my eyes to Nancy and her face dropped. "Oh."
"Please, T. Keep an eye on the others. I promise I'll get you the souvenir and we'll go wherever you want tomorrow."
"Fine." She was in one of her surly moods, but I didn't pay much attention. Not wanting to waste any more time, I headed over to Nancy, who was conveniently sitting at a two-person table by herself and sipping her coffee.
"This seat taken?" I asked.
She waved me into the seat. "Had to get some caffeine. I haven't slept in what feels like weeks."
"Yeah, I know the feeling. Where's the other chaperone?"
She jerked a thumb at the bathrooms. "Guy's been in there for a while. How about yours?"
"She took the problem children off to go do something." I nodded at the coffee. "Any good?"
"It's okay. I've had better. I'd kill for some a good cinnamon macchiato."
"I'm more a pumpkin spice guy myself, especially during fall. Helps keep me warm and feels like Halloween."
She hummed in agreement as she drank. Enough of the small talk. I needed to move on with it. "So are you planning anything tomorrow?"
"Not really. I'm sure Jill will want to see some things, but I wouldn't mind vegging out in the room."
"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to go and get some-"
"Here you go!" Tina slammed my cup in front of me and I jumped, nearly knocking the table over with my knees. She pulled up a chair and sat between us with her own cup.
"Thanks," I said, drinking the scalding hot coffee to drown my frustration. As I did, I gave her an evil eye that clearly said, How about you find another table?
She gave a hint of a shrug. There aren't any.
I saw some outside. What about those?
Again, a simple meh of a shrug. It's kinda cold.
The coffee tasted like shit, way too sweet with crummy chocolate flavoring, but Nancy was nearly finished with hers. The conversation lulled as her phone buzzed and she read through some texts. I hurried with my drink, hoping to walk her out if the opportunity presented itself.
After several minutes, I'd finished my coffee, my throat the worse for wear, and Nancy looked up. "I'm sorry. I got completely distracted. What were you about to ask me?"
I glanced at Tina, who had no intention of moving. "Well, I was going to ask that if you don't have any plans tomorrow, then would you like to...to…"
My stomach gurgled and something large seemed to drop lower in my intestines. I suddenly stood, receiving strange stares from my sister and Nancy. "I'll be right back." Then I rushed to the bathroom, nearly crashing into the other chaperone as he came out.
I sat dejected in one of the stalls for the better part of a half hour. Must've been the coffee, I told myself. Who knows what was in it? I'd made a fool out of myself in front of Nancy. Good luck asking for a date now.
When my stomach finished kicking my ass and I trusted no other waves waited in the wings, I hurried back out, only to find Tina sitting with the rest of my assigned group of girls. Nancy was on the phone and when I neared her, my heart sank to fill the empty gap left in my stomach.
"Yes, I know you're sorry," she said. A few seconds passed. "I don't know about New York, but...Well, yeah, I do want to see it. Tell you what, why don't we meet next week once I get back?"
It had to be her boyfriend. As if to confirm it, when she looked up at me, she said, "Okay, I'll talk to you later. I love you. Bye." Then to me, "How you feeling?"
"Better," I said. "Didn't mean to eavesdrop. Guess New York is back on?"
"Maybe. I'd like to go. So, I don't know. We might be able to work through it."
I gave her a pained smile and nodded. "That's good to hear. I think we'd probably better be getting back to the hotel."
"Yeah, you're right."
Between us, we gathered up the graduates and returned to the hotel. I stayed in the back of the group the whole time. Tina gave me a sympathetic look and walked beside me, leaning her head on my arm. I tried to shake her off, but she insisted. After a while, I gave up and simply enjoyed the small bit of warmth.
I took a long, hot shower that evening, stewing in my melancholy mood. I would've stayed in there longer if Tina hadn't knocked on the door after half an hour. "Are you trying to drown yourself?" she asked. "Or did you need more time on your porcelain throne?"
"I'll be right out." I toweled off and wiped the foggy mirror, staring at my warped face. Maybe I still had a chance. Maybe I could talk her into a lunch.
Then I recalled what Nancy's boyfriend looked like. Vague images of a typical square-jawed, all-American type. I wasn't bad looking, or so I thought, but this guy pulled girls easily. If she was getting back together with him, I didn't stand a chance.
I wrapped my towel around my waist and let Tina into the bathroom. I walked past my suitcase of clothes and flopped on one of the two beds, mulling over my options that formed into simple diagrams on the pock-marked ceiling.
Wait for Nancy to break up with her boyfriend again? And wind up an old bachelor. Break them up somehow? No, that wasn't right. Make her jealous enough to come after me? Not sure how to do that.
As I dreamt of possible options, Tina exited the shower shortly after, toweling off her hair while another covered her body. "So?" she asked.
"So?"
She carefully went through her wavy strands of hair, squeezing the water out. "When are you switching rooms?"
"I'm not," I said. "There's no point."
"What happened to 'spending some time together'? 'Seeing what happens'?" She plopped down next to me on the bed.
"Something did happen. Her boyfriend. They're getting back together." I rubbed my palms into my eyes. "When I got out of the bathroom, she was on the phone with him."
"Oh, sorry." She touched my shoulder sympathetically. "Really."
"Thanks," I mumbled and shook my head. "Damn coffee." I figured I would dress and go grab some ice for our room from the machine down the hall. Tearing myself off the comfortable bed, I scrounged through the suitcase and our pile of clothes tossed carelessly on top of it.
As I removed Tina's discarded jeans, I heard a crinkling sound. "What is that?" I asked to no one in particular. Holding up her jeans, I felt the pocket and heard the same noise. I reached inside and pulled a chocolate bar. A laxative chocolate bar, half of it missing.
I turned to Tina, whose eyes widened and mouth clamped up. "T, what are these?" I already knew the answer, piecing it together rapidly, but I needed to hear it from her.
"They're, you know, a joke?" she offered.
She slipped laxatives in my coffee, ruining my chance with Nancy. Why? "Why?"
Tina sighed and dropped the surprise, instead looking me with all the cool, collected nature of someone caught and who's going to tell the truth. "I had to get you away from her for a few minutes."
"For what?" I knew I wasn't going to like the answer to this.
"So I could encourage her to call her boyfriend and make up with him."
I exploded to my feet, towering over her, but she didn't even flinch. "You what? Why the hell would you do that? You knew I wanted to ask her out! Why did you do it?"
She locked eyes with me and they seemed to darken. I suddenly had flashbacks to earlier that day when I first asked her to room with Jill. That intensity like a deadly storm on the horizon, threatening to tear down everything and everyone in its path.
"Because you're mine." In one swift motion, she yanked the loosened towel away from my hips, leaving me completely in the buff. A ravenous hunger crossed her curling lips before I could cover myself with my hands.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I reached for the towel, but she quickly stuffed it under her thighs. My hand froze, inches from her skin, and she smiled, begging me to try and take it. "Seriously, give it back."
"Nancy may be a nice girl, but she couldn't see how great you are," Tina said, unfolding her legs and lifting up the edge of her towel. From the shadows, I spotted the hint of her sex. She licked her fingertips and dragged them across the folds, shivering in anticipation for effect. It was surreal and I couldn't quite believe my sister was acting like this.
Rationally, I knew this was my own flesh and blood. Unfortunately, my body didn't get the memo and soon I couldn't hide my hardening length behind my hands anymore.
Tina didn't seem to mind. In fact, she scooted closer. "It didn't take much to convince her to give that other jerk a call." She adopted a conversational, ditzy tone. " 'Oh, all couples fight. You love each other, right? It wouldn't hurt to give him a quick call, just to hear his voice. I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him.' "
"Tina," I started. The towel was within reach. If I was quick, I could snatch it from her and stop this whole thing. Whatever it was.
"Even if she hadn't called him, I won't let her take you away from me."
I reached for the towel. Tina caught on though and opened her own, exposing her small body to me. I stumbled, sealing my downfall, as I gawked at her. I couldn't help it though. The small drops of water glistening off her lithe form. The way she pushed her arms in and raised her large breasts higher, seeking my attention. Even how she spread herself out, offering to let me ravish her. I challenge any man to not stop and soak all that in.
Due to my hesitation, she kicked one of my legs out from under me. I fell onto the bed and immediately rolled over. Tina jumped on top of me before I could speak, her hands pressed into my upper arms, fingernails digging in tight. She sat on my waist, holding me down. My excitement between my legs curved up against her slit, shaking and ready for duty.
I could have easily thrown her off. After all, she was lightweight and it'd take about as much effort as throwing aside a heavy textbook. Yet she held her head close to mine, her eyes watering, her mouth screwed into a sneer, that storm about to carve a destructive path if I wasn't careful.
"You're mine!" she insisted. "You're mine and I'm yours! That's how it's always been. That's how it's supposed to be."
"What do you mean that's how it's supposed to be?"
"I was supposed to marry you."
I paused, squinting at her in confusion. Then it clicked. "You mean like when we were kids?" She nodded rapidly, a tear falling on my chest. "That was just," I cast around for a better word and found none, "kid stuff."
"Not to me." She sank her fingernails in deeper, hurting me. "I want to be with you. Always. That's why I got us the same room tonight."
"You did that?"
"Of course. Because I wanted to…" She jerked her head down to our groins. "I was finally away from home with you. Not on a vacation with Mom and Dad, not at a relative's. Just us here. And you had to go and try to hook up with that girl." She spat out the last words like she found a repulsive bug on the sheets.
I'd like to say this was completely out of left field, but deep down, I knew it wasn't. Part of me had always known my sister was obsessed with me – okay, very obsessed – but I thought she might grow out of it. Guess I was wrong. "T-"
"You're mine," she said desperately, dangerously low in her throat. A promise and a threat. To me, to any who had plans to stand in her way. "You're mine."
With that, she mashed her lips into mine, kissing me with all her worth. I was blasted by the scent of vanilla. Had she put on perfume as well?
She grinded against me, her sex slick already. It took a second to realize that she was smearing her juices on my length, readying me for her. I couldn't see it, couldn't move, not without risking slipping in.
I told myself this was wrong, that I shouldn't do this, that I needed to put a stop to it. Not only as the older adult, but as the older sibling too. That was the responsible thing to do in this situation after all.
Yet, I didn't. I don't know why I let the head slip in, why I allowed Tina to push onto me further, hissing and wincing as her entrance stretched to accept me. Part of me wanted this to continue and shared her same odd desire. I loved her and as I lifted my hands to her small waist, I realized how deep that love was.
Her eyes snapped open and watched me carefully, ready to fight tooth and nail if I tried to escape. Pretty hard to appear dangerous with tears pricking the corners of her eyes as I prodded that virgin barrier of hers. But she dug her fingernails into my arms tightly, piercing a couple of spots and drawing blood.
I smiled and pulled her petite body down further onto me. The barrier broke easily and I quickly touched the end. She gasped, champing her teeth and growling out the occasional swear. Her arms wobbled, losing their strength and her tears fell freely onto my chest. Whatever strength her hands lost, her inner muscles made up for it, squeezing and holding me in place
"Hey, come here." I opened my arms for her and she sniffed, planting her face into my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck. Now that she dumped this heavy burden and set it out in the open, she seemed so worn out. I wondered if this was all she could stand for tonight and stroked her hair gently. I was a little disappointed, but as long as she was doing better, I was fine with it.
However, I underestimated her resolve. After a couple of minutes of me petting her head and listening to her papery breathing, she straightened up and looked down at me, fresh determination filling her. "I'm ready."
She raised up, the remnants of her hymen visible for a brief second, before she touched back down on me. Unlike my previous experiences, she was incredibly tight. I felt like I was fucking a hole one or two sizes too small. I refused to give in though and grinded with her, arching my back when she came down.
Tina groaned, her head thrown back, reveling in it. I took the chance to control the rhythm, thrusting into her. Her breasts bounced before me in a hypnotic accompaniment to my rhythm and I tugged her closer, smothering them in my face.
She cooed in delight and shook on top of me. "This is better than I ever dreamed," she murmured and kissed my cheek. Her warm breath tickled my skin and spurred me on.
"I want to try something," she said, pushing on my chest to lift herself up and off me. I was a little irritated, especially after she insisted I stay put, but I waited while she spun around and sank back onto me. "Oh, yes," she slurred her words as she slid to the end, "that's it."
I grabbed hold of her sides, my hands slipping up to her breasts, and picked up right where we left off. Her pleasured cries echoed around the room and my last little bit of logic hoped that these walls were thick.
Tina leaned back against me and I adjusted underneath her to keep from falling out. Her right hand trailed along my cheek and she looked up at me with unfocused eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too." I drove home the point to emphasize it, hitting her depths as fast as possible. She moaned and gripped bits of my hair, yanking on them. Her short, staccato cries with each pump drove me wild and all sense of keeping our voices down or the taboo nature of it went out the window. I needed her, needed to fuck her nonstop, needed to fill her up.
Without warning, that old familiar feeling surfaced, answering my urgent call. In seconds, I exploded in her, my hips flying off the bed and jamming my length at her womb. Tina gave a strangled yell, her fingers digging into my scalp, and exhaled a blast of air.
I plummeted back to the bed, Tina falling on top of me, and we both laid there in our sweat and musk, the sheets tangled underneath us. My senses slowly returned and I took stock of what I'd done. I'd actually fucked my little sister. Tina, the girl I'd known most of my life. Sweet, little Tina who adored me.
She moved first and flipped over with great effort, looking at me. The question in her eyes was obvious. What now?
"We should shower," I said. She didn't argue and crawled off me.
We showered together and for a long time, neither of us spoke. She stood under the stream, letting it soak her. She seemed so pitiful, like a soaked cat, that I embraced her from behind. She squeaked and looked down.
"I meant it, you know. I love you and I want to marry you. I don't care if we're related or not. You're the only one I've ever loved." She said it with such finality as if that resolved the issue.
I squeezed her and she sniffed, her tears mingling with the water. As her big brother, it was my duty to cheer her up. Usually I had some idea of what to say or how to do that. This time, I didn't know. What could I say?
Then I thought about what she wanted. It was impossible, right? Yes...and no. After all, we just did it and everything was fine. Great, even. In fact, I wanted to keep at it, to love her more.
Could I really do that though? Looking down at the top of her wet blonde hair, I was sure I could. Whether we had to live in secret or move someplace far away, I could live with her by my side. As long as I had her love, I'd be okay.
"I love you too. I never really thought about it, but I love you more than anybody else really. I'm not quite sure I'm at the same level you are. However," she looked up at me, "I think I could be. If that's what you want."
"That's all I've ever wanted."
"Then that's all I want too. I want to make you happy, T, and be there for you. If you'll have me."
"I already said I wanted you." She reached up and knocked on my forehead. "You're mine."
I chuckled and turned her around. "Yes. I'm yours and you're mine." I swept in for a long kiss and picked her up. We stayed in the shower for a long while and didn't get to bed until well after midnight.
I forgot all about my chaperone duties until the dean knocked on our door this next morning. "Need to meet with all chaperones before we head out today!" he called.
I crawled out of bed in a groggy stupor, rummaging through the suitcase for new clothes and a sudden thought hit me. "The bus." I turned to Tina. "You brought Jill over intentionally too, didn't you?"
""Maybe," she shrugged, avoiding my eyes. "Can you toss me my pants?"
I hurled them at her face, then tackled her to the bed and attacked her neck. She shrieked, playfully hitting me. I stopped and pecked her nose. "We should probably see if there's a pharmacy nearby and get you the morning after pill. It wouldn't be good if you got pregnant."
"Yeah." I didn't trust the suspicious look on her face, but I'd discuss that with her later. After all, neither of us were in a good spot for a baby and I'm sure she'd understand that. Or so I hoped.
The hotel laid out a simple continental breakfast for its guests. I quickly snatched a bagel and spread some cream cheese on it, then joined the other chaperones in the lobby. Some of the graduates were already waiting by the doors, eager to be let out of the cage.
As the dean reiterated the same rules from last night, Nancy scooched next to me. I swallowed the last bite of my bagel and waved to her. "Late night?" she asked.
"You could say that. How about you?"
"I was out pretty early," she said, yawning. "Where do you find the energy?"
"Ah, see, I sold my soul for an unlimited amount during finals. Should last through the weekend."
"Lucky you."
The dean shot both of us a warning frown and we quieted down as he finished his speech. Once he dismissed us, Nancy said, "Hey, I feel kind of bad about ignoring you last night at the coffee shop."
"Nah, it's fine," I said. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jill and Tina approaching us. Jill tugged on Nancy's shirt while Tina silently took my hand, glaring daggers at the back of Nancy's head. I gave her a reassuring squeeze that everything was fine.
"C'mon, let's go. I want to get out of here," Jill whined.
"In a second, hang on," Nancy said. Facing me, she waved to Tina, who put on her best fake smile and returned it. "Anyway, let me make it up to you. We could meet up for coffee again this afternoon. My treat."
I hummed to myself, acting as if considering it, and looked down at Tina. "I think I'll have to pass. I promised to spend the day with my sister."
She narrowed her eyes for a moment. I worried she may have sensed something, but she couldn't have. We washed thoroughly after all. Then she grinned and laughed good-naturedly. "Aren't you the good big brother? You're really attached to her at the hip, huh?"
"I guess you could say that." I said farewell to them and walked out the door with Tina, heading for our group.
Yes, I suppose I was obsessed with my sister too.