Bedtime for Big Girls: The Four Naughty Sisters

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I screamed, “You better not or I swear I’ll kill you!!” through my gag to only have it come out on the other side as a series of unintelligible staccato’ed “Mffffh-mmffffh” noises. I was near exhausted from my efforts to break free already.

Oh my God.. so gross! Ewe –ewe – ewe!!”, my sister blurted out in disgust as she ran out of the room wanting to wipe her face with her hands but hesitating to do so as if it was acid on her or something. Her friend followed her out laughing all the way down the hall leaving me naked and hopelessly tied up and gagged on the floor still. When I was 13, my step sister Tina, who was 16 at the time, was left in charge over the weekend while our parents went on a little weekend vacation. As I have mentioned before my sister is a real “looker” with long beautiful hair, nice boobs for her age and a killer athletic body that’s hard to ignore. Because of this she also quite arrogant and took great pleasure in bossing me around all day the first day after my parents left. I flip off the light and join her in the bed. The clammy stillness in the room presses down on my chest oppressively. I’m hot, sweaty, and tightly coiled. I want to run, flee, claw at my mental and physical constraints. Tonight, as we lie together naked in her bed, I feel closer than ever to understanding my sister’s choices, her multi-faceted complexities. My newfound awareness is wordless, wrapped up in bare skin and stripped emotions. I then slowly rubbed her boob as I leaned in and kissed her once again. While we were kissing I rubbed my hands down her body and finally got to her short shorts. I pulled away from her lips and looked down at the button, making sure I can see what im doing. Finally I get the button and the zipper to her shorts and I undo and tugs them off her followed by her pink panties she was wearing.When I woke up this morning, I was still spooning her while she was sleeping. I got up and made myself breakfast. That's when it me - what if she was sleep-talking or something. WHat if I imagined what she said. I feel guilty because I know I shouldn't have slept on the same bed as her. Man, this might be an awkward conversation because we don't get along and if I tell her... yeah. And occasionally I reach out to touch my sister’s hand. I feel for her warmth, her essence—and reassurance that she hasn’t left me. I tried to move away but she was holding my arms still. She then proceeded to lift me from my chair and push me into a wall, still kissing me, holding my hands against the wall. She thought I was adorable. My shy personality and way fo thinking got to her the most. She thought I was just like Jun or Bridget. Hmmm what do we have under here little brother?” My sister enthusiastically said as she snapped the waistband of my underwear playfully a few times.

She then began to french kiss me. She slid her tongue inside my mouth, slithering it around while pushing her gigantic breasts againt my chest and her leg in between my crotch. I’m grateful for the semi-darkness that conceals my reaction, for her fogged illness that blurs her awareness. What’s up Boner Boy? You playin with yourself again… as usual?” my sister giggled to her friend. I could tell that they had been obviously drinking, and were high by the smell of their breath.

She told me that she loves me the most out of any guy she's ever been out with. She said that if we weren't siblings, she'd marry me.

She’s skeletal, her hard-edged bones a sharp and startling counterpoint to the soft, loose folds of skin hanging like curtains from her arms and legs. Her thighs are the size of my calves. As I approached my 12 year old sisters bed, and slowly began to put money under her pillow, she said my name aloud. She said sleeping on her side facing me. She asked if I could cuddle her - just for tonight. I nodded and went onto her bed. She turned around so I was in a spooning position behind her. I put my right hand around her and we slept together.I spend the night sleeping fitfully, constantly listening for the stop-start pattern of my sister’s ragged, irregular breathing, a mirror to the sputtering of my own worried heart. My sister succumbed to her illness on February 20, 2017, three months after I wrote this. Today marks a year since she died. I just said no and ignored it. She giggled and then whispered into my ear "You're so adorable..." then she nibbled on it. She caressed me and touched me so gently. I knew she wasn't a virgin. She's had 3 other boyfriends. But I never imagined her to be so masterful. For our entire lives, we’ve traveled similar but disparate paths, beginning with shared childhood experiences that skewed our outlooks and distorted our perspectives.