It was something I hadn’t done in years, yet she still insisted on doing it every single time we were alone together. If she knew that it made me uncomfortable, then she didn't show it, but still. It did.
She had been so eager to do it when we got home from Christmas break at the beach house where she lived, claiming her mother and step father weren't home. When I agreed, she pulled me by the arm up into our room and told me what to do and how.
The whole thing was embarrassing in more ways than one, especially because it involved me kneeling down next to her bed and having her push her body over mine while she straddled my legs and guided us both. When we finished, I quickly climbed out of bed and ran downstairs for a glass of water before returning upstairs and falling onto my bed. I felt terrible about it, but I knew it was the only way I could go through the day without feeling uncomfortable.
It wasn't until after midnight that I fell asleep, but even once my eyes closed I couldn't sleep. The sheets on my bed were damp from sweat from all the movement and my skin was covered in hickeys, though there was still no trace of semen anywhere.
I woke early the following morning, unable to get back to sleep. I walked downstairs to make myself some coffee, but found it already cold by the time I entered the kitchen. As I stood there drinking it, contemplating getting ready for school, my mind wandered to my sister. I knew she would be waiting in the living room for me, probably watching TV since Mom was always awake at this hour. But she wouldn’t wait long; she would start yelling and pushing me around again as soon as I came down the stairs.
When I go to the living room
, I find her sitting cross legged on the couch, watching tv. There's a...