Author's Note: This is my first submission, and all comments are welcome. All characters are 18+ at the time of any sexual acts. Huge thanks to coloryourworld for her essential editing help.
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INTRODUCING...ME
Like many red-blooded American girls out there, I had a crush on my brother's best friend. It was hard not to with Gabriel. One look into his flashing green eyes and most girls were lost. But I was also a practical gal. Yeah, when I was younger, I shared those magical dreams most young girls do about marrying the handsome prince and living Happily Ever After; but at the same time, reality was never a problem for Kesare Ramirez. I learned from a young age that the world wasn't perfect.
When my twin brother Tomas and I were six, our parents had died in a car crash. After that, we went to live with our father's spinster Aunt Marie along with our two older brothers Luis, who was then nine, and Mateo, who was thirteen. I guess we were lucky we weren't in the car with our parents, but it didn't feel like that at the time.
Great-Aunt Marie was nice enough, she loved us and looked after us well, but not having had any children herself and more used to playing the over-indulgent aunt, she never knew what to 'do' with us. We used to get away with murder. The best thing about living with Aunt Marie was that she still lived near Gabriel, not down the street like it used to be, but only a couple of blocks, so we still saw him all the time. I swear he ate more at our house than he ever did a home. Gabriel had been Luis' best friend since kindergarten, had become a thick as thieves with the other two in no time, and a surrogate over-protective brother to me. (As if I didn't have enough of
those
).
By the four of them I was 'endured'. I always wanted to go with them on their adventures, and after a few stern words from Marie about 'looking out for your sister' she'd let me go. I proved useful to the boys though. I became the willing prisoner of wild 'injuns' or evil warlocks, Sith Lords, and on one brief occasion, evil mushrooms (Tommy always was a little...weird.) I wasn't an idiot. I knew straight off that being tied to a tree all day while they ran around fighting was not my idea of fun, but one pleading look from Gabriel was all it took and day after day I became good friends with that tree.
As we got older, I went from prisoner to lookout, from scrawny little sister to scrawny tomboy. When I was thirteen, our aunt died of a stroke, peacefully in her sleep. At that point, Matt had still been living at home, attending the local collage. Lucky for us, our Aunt had owned her house outright, and had enough money saved up that we could get by for a few years, though we'd need jobs to pay for anything beyond the basics. Mateo, the former football star got a job as a night guard at a local law firm, which allowed him to continue his studies, and Gabriel got Luis part-time apprenticeship at Juan's Auto Shop, where he had been working after school for a couple of months. Juan liked us all, and didn't mind if Tomas and I hung around too, as long as we didn't get in the way.
At that point, Luis and Gabriel were the heart breakers of the neighbourhood, and Tommy had been slowly realizing the merits of the opposite sex, fast following in their footsteps. Luckily for me I had gotten my first period two days before my twelfth birthday, and had been able to talk to Aunt Marie about that 'stuff' before she passed. (I'd have HATED having that conversation with Mateo).
The thing about Gabriel was that even though he was hot, (and damn was he
hot
!) he was also a good friend. When I needed someone to talk to, I'd go to him, 'cause if I tried talking to my brothers about anything remotely grown-up, they'd start yelling at me and follow me around to make sure I wasn't dating boys or anything. I suppose my brothers aren't
that
bad, I'm just their little sis, ya know? (Except for Tomas, he's 15 minutes younger than me; I don't know what
his
excuse is.)
I still had my crush on Gabriel, but I knew there was very little chance that Gabriel would ever think of me as more than a friend, and that what I was feeling was pure lust that would dissipate if anything ever
did
happen.
Or so I thought.
When I turned sixteen, a new boy transferred in to our school, and I decided I liked him. His name was David Parker. He was seventeen, about 6" with sandy blond hair and brown eyes. He was cute, although not the cutest guy in school, and wasn't super-cool either, but just a 'normal guy.' But I liked him, and I think he liked me, but I didn't know how respond the few times he tried to start a conversation with me, so he kept his distance.
I wasn't like I hadn't had guys ask me out before, but that was with no other encouragement from me other than a friendly smile, and I hadn't been interested. Most of them didn't even know me, but just thought I was pretty. Back then I was about 5'5", still slim but with a hint of burgeoning curves. I wasn't one of those girls who thinks she's hot; I didn't wear enough make-up for that. But I did turn a few heads with my thick, waist-length, lightly waved chestnut hair, my warm brown eyes and my full red lips.
I knew what my problem was. I had never tried to make friends with someone. I spent most of my childhood studying or hanging out with my brothers and Gabriel. I enjoyed it. I never needed any other friends. I tried making friends with girls my age in junior high, but all they wanted to do was talk about make-up and boys, and I had to try
really
hard not to throttle their empty little heads. I suppose on reflection I probably should have listened closer when they were gossiping about Cosmo Girl's 'Ten Ways To Get Your Guy.'
I thought long and hard about how to solve my problem. I figured that if I had a little more experience with guys, I wouldn't get quite so stressed when I was talking to one I liked.
Which is why one Wednesday afternoon three years ago, I found myself standing in front of Gabriel, asking him to kiss me.
THE KISS
"You want me to
what
?!" he asked from his seat on the couch.
"I want you to kiss me," I repeated, standing in front of him and staring at my Sketchers.
"Uh, Kes, I think you should explain where in hell's name
that
came from," He said, his bewildered green eyes watching me.
"There's a boy at school I want to ask out," I replied, shifting nervously.
"What does that have to do with me, you know...
kissing you
?" he said, whispering the last part, even though we were alone in the house.
"I'd feel a lot more confident if I had some experience with guys. I just want you kiss me, nothing more. You're the only guy I know that I'm not related to." Plus, before they split up, his ex-girlfriend had told me that he was the best kisser she knew, but I wasn't gonna tell
him
that.
"I don't know, it's kinda weird Kes, you're like my sister," He said, frowning.
"If it's not you, I'll just ask some other guy to kiss me. You know Rico down the street has always had a thing for me. Anyway, you don't have a sister," I added.
Mentioning Rico was pure genius. He had about five different girls going at once, and rumours were, one of them was knocked up. I knew I had him.
"Hey, okay Kes, I'll do it, but you've got to swear to stay away from Rico. And not to tell your brothers. You know they'd kill me." He said, jumping up from the couch.