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My sister, my everything.

But was I going to do anything about it? Absolutely not! I was just going to fucking do

whatever she wanted me to do, and maybe someday it would fucking work.

"What do you mea— Oh!" she said as realization hit her.

"Yeah …"

"Okay, uh, I'll wear something else," she said simply, looking away from me.

"Thanks," I said with a small smile.

As I was leaving her room, she called out to me and I turned to face her. "Is there is

something else about my clothes that makes you … um,
uncomfortable
?" she asked.

Fuck! That's embarrassing!

I lowered my head, embarrassed and not knowing what to say.

"It's okay, Adrian, you can tell me," she assured me.

How about absolutely every fucking thing you wear?
I couldn't tell her that, even if it was the

truth. Everything she wore drove me crazy, but, yeah, there were some things she wore that

drove me even crazier!

"Uh, short and um, tight things," I said, gazing at her to see what her reaction would be.

Her face was blank; as a matter of fact, she seemed like she was in deep thought, like she was

studying what I was saying.

She's actual y considering me as a studying subject or project?
You know what? Whatever! She

wasn't mad and that was the only thing that mattered.

"Hmm… So, short and tight clothes. Okay, got it! Anything else?"

"Uh, yeah." I moved a hand through my hair and looked down again.

"It's okay, you
can
tell me."

"Uh… V-neck blouses, skirts, boots, tiny shorts, tight jeans, high heels, strapless

dresses, strapless tanks, long see-through stockings, bo—"

"Oh, my God, Adrian! That's pretty much everything!"

"I know. I'm sorry."

She huffed.

"Just, please, try to stay away from white, God! Anything but whites! Please." White

always made her look so innocent and pure, just so fucking desirable … my weakness.

Actual y, everything about her is my weakness.

"Okay, okay. No more whites!"

"Thanks, Lily. I really appreciate it." I offered her a small smile, and she just nodded,

pressing her lips together to make a thin line.

After that day, Lily dressed as modestly as she could. She really was trying so hard, and I

didn't know what I would have done if she hadn't been so understanding.

Not like her modesty was helping me at all – it just made me suffer
less
.

We were sitting outside of the school building, Ian, Elliot and I, smoking cigarettes and

talking about whatever as we waited for Sean to join us.

Ian was giving Elliot the
'Ten Commandments'
about what to do and what not to do on

your first date. Elliot had been head over heels about Sandra since – well, forever. But he

said that he didn't want to ruin their friendship by involving romantic shit, or whatever.

So he had been waiting since forever to be sure of his feelings for her before they

moved on to the next level, because he didn't want to hurt her.

"When you feel that she's wet enough, you stick two fingers inside and feel for the really

soft skin there," Ian said. I guess they'd passed the 'first date' advice now. Or maybe that was

what Ian did on first dates – you never know!

"That's her G-spot," he continued. "You bend up your fingers and make a 'come here'

motion." We both looked at his fingers as he made the motion to show Elliot exactly how to

do it. "Trust me, she'll
come
right there." He winked.

I rolled my eyes at him, and at Elliot too for the matter. He was listening to Ian with

everything in him, a gaping mouth like Ian was teaching him
Survival 101
.

"You'd better shut up now, her brother is coming. Something is telling me that he won't

be happy to hear you talking like that about his sister," Elliot said.

"You bet your ass, he wouldn't," I commented.

"What's up, douche bags?" Sean greeted us.

"Nothing much," I started. "Ian here was telling Elliot what he should be doing on the

first date," I said as I handed him a cigarette.

His hand froze for a second at the sound of my words, then he put the cigarette behind

his ear and folded his arms in front of his chest. "Is that so?" he asked, looking at Ian, who'd

turned yellow the second I'd spoken.

God! How much I love to fuck with Ian … maybe a little more than I love him.

Ian just nodded, trying his hardest not to show how frightened he was that Sean might

just punch his nut sack.

"Interesting. Let me hear it," Sean said.

Ian's eyes almost bugged out of his skull right then and there, and I failed to hide my

snickers.

"Uh, it's nothing you don't already know," Ian said, trying to end the discussion.

"Yeah, it's not like I'll ever have a first date again since I already found The One and all,

but still – let me hear it." Sean was fucking with him, I loved that!

"I was just telling him to take her to a nice place."

"Hmm, what else?" I lit his cigarette for him as he motioned for me to do so.

"I don't think you want to hear it," Ian spat, getting annoyed by how scared he was of

Sean's reaction.

Ian never took shit from anyone. He was just worried about Sean's reaction, though it

wasn't like he couldn't defend himself if they started getting into a punching contest. He just

didn't want to upset his friend, knowing that Sean was so overprotective of his little sister.

Wel , who isn't?

"I do. Just go on and tell him."

"You know what? I will!" Ian dared him. I wonder if he'll tell him any other techniques

about how to go down on his girl, right in front of her brother. That'd be fun.

"Look, Elliot," Ian started. "When you are talking to a girl and she does this
'moving a

lock of her hair behind her ear'
thing, that means she's silently begging you to kiss her."

"Really?" Elliot asked.

"Yeah, trust me. Especially when she's all smiling and looking at you like the sun just

rose up from your ass or some shit like that." He was using the sweet stuff in front of Sean.

What a rabbit!

"Can I cop a feel to—" Before Elliot could finish his question, Sean slapped him right

on the back of his head. "That's my sister you're talking about, motherfucker!" Sean roared.

"You, asshole, have been sucking my sister's face right in front of me for two very long

years, and I acted all noble with you and said nothing about it,
sisterfucker
!" Elliot roared back.

I flinched at the curse Elliot just said but hid it with a laugh.

"Guys, guys, calm down." Ian stepped in between them.

Sean narrowed his eyes at me. "What are you laughing at, dick?"

"Nothing, I'm outta here," I said as I threw my cigarette and stepped on it. The bell rang

just then, and all the fun was over.

The days passed dully and uneventfully – I hated my life so much. I did nothing aside from

going to school and playing football. I studied every now and then, hung out with my boys,

or with the whole gang, but life was stupid.

There was nothing new to do, nothing to look forward to. Nothing to make me get out

of my bed every morning.

Speaking about getting out of my bed, I needed to take a piss! How much I wished I

could hold it for the morning. I was too lazy to get up, but I didn't want to ruin my only

kidney.

I sighed as I got out of my bed, rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes, then went to the

bathroom.

As I was washing my hands, I heard something coming out of Lily's room …
Moaning?

My first thought was that she was in pain, or something was wrong with her, and I

freaked out! I moved quickly to turn the knob on her bathroom door, to see what was

wrong with her and help her, but as I got closer to the door, the moans got a little bit louder.

And it wasn't moans of pain!
Fuck!
Was she
…
touching herself?
The thought—of course—

made me hard on the spot.

I froze, my hand on the doorknob and my ear pressed to the door, panting as I felt like

I was going to cum right then and there. Images from "
the time that shal not be spoken about
"

flashed to my mind—her on my bed, legs separated, with me between them. Her moans that

had filled my ears sounded just like the moans I was hearing right then.

"Oh! … Ahh!"

God! The sounds she was making made me feel like I was floating. I couldn't think of

any better sound than her moans. Not until I heard what came next.

"Oh, please, Adrian, don't stop, I'm gonna come!"

Fuck.
Me.