God, I hate my sister. I mean, she isn't really my sister. Technically she is my step sister. But when my mom married her dad I was like seven and she was nine, almost ten. She made sure I knew that right away. Anyway, we have never gotten along very well. The first time we met she stole my Matchbox car. Seriously. It was a Batmobile replica Matchbox. It looked just like the Batmobile from the movie. I loved that thing. Some kids liked Hot Wheels, but I was a Matchbox guy. I guess that is beside the point. I was playing with it, minding my own business, and she walked up and took it. I told my mom, but she said I should just let her have it.
"It would be a nice thing to do for your new sister, don't you suppose?" I did not suppose. But I let her have it anyway. You might think things could only get better from there. You would be wrong.
Growing up she got everything. She could stay out later than me. She was popular, in that mean girl way. She got a car when she was sixteen! Guess when I got a car? Right after I graduated. And I had to pay for half of it myself. Fair? No. But that is how it is with Chelse. Did I mention her name is Chelse? Actually, it is Chelsea, but everyone shortens it to Chelse. Sounds like a cute, spunky name, right? Don't be fooled. I mean she is cute. Every single friend of mine has confessed to me at one time or another that they are in love with her. But that is the thing. On the inside, not so cute. She is only gorgeous on the outside. Five foot five. I don't even know what she weighs. Not a lot. Except for her top, which is heavier than it has any right to be, on account of her extremely large breasts. All my friends think they are fake. They are not. Firm? Yeah. Large? Absolutely. Fake? Nope. If you want fake, you are going to have to get to know her personality. That is where it gets fake.
She likes to tease my friends. I don't mean make fun of them to their face. I mean tease them because she knows they all lust after her. She will make sure she walks by us on the sofa dressed in whatever skimpy outfit she is wearing when she goes out with her friends. It is always something short and tight. It is disgusting. My friends have no chance. One of my best friends is a girl. Darby. I am pretty sure I have even seen Darb check out my sister. For a while each of them thought they had a chance. I tried to tell them it is not going to happen. They are all like me- into movies, video games, you know what I mean.
None of us are super smooth. So what? I have other decent qualities. I'm a good friend. Unlike most of the people I graduated with, I can keep a secret. My grades are pretty good. Not Valedictorian good, but...you know. Magna Cum Laude good. I got into the college of my choice. What a stupid phrase people tell you all the time. "The college of your choice." Yet somehow, all of those good qualities never helped me find a girlfriend.
I spent most of school crushing on girls that never seemed to notice me. Don't get me wrong. I don't blame them. I was pretty forgettable. And it isn't like they owed me anything. But I always wanted a girlfriend. I guess I was jealous of all the couples I saw. They seemed happy. School is kind of like that. The qualities that make you unique are often not appreciated in school. That is what Chelsea's dad told me one time. Oh yeah, did I tell you? Chelsea's dad is okay. Surprising right? His daughter is the worst, but he is a pretty good guy.
Anyway, that was how life was for me. Sister with everything. Me with nothing to complain about really. I just wanted more. Which is what made the past year so amazing. I guess I had one last growth spurt. That is what my mom said. Because going into my senior year, I grew a couple of inches. Topped out at six flat. I let my hair grow a little longer. Last summer I started running. Nothing too competitive, but I hear the fresh air is good for you. Turns out there is a world outside of my basement. And about three months ago, I met a girl.
Okay, I didn't really meet her three months ago. We went to school together since she moved here in third grade. But we never really knew each other. We had a couple of lecture classes together over the past few years, but never talked or anything. Then, the last semester of our senior year of high school, we both took an astronomy class. The class required these late-night labs at the park by the school where we were supposed to meet and learn to use telescopes, watch for meteor showers and stuff. We started talking at one of the labs, and the next time we had a lab, I noticed she just happened to join my group. It was awesome. We talked. She smiled at me. Rigby. That is her name. Cool, right? Her parents are kind of hippies I guess. They love The Beatles.
She is so good looking. My friends like to say she is out of my league. Dark, naturally wavy hair. At my school, blondes are everything. All the guys are crazy about blonde girls, even when they are not that nice. Come to think of it, maybe that is why Chelse was always so freakin' popular. I think that is stupid. Pretty is pretty, regardless of the what color a girl's hair is. Sorry- back to Rigby! Dark hair, sort of a creamy complexion. She is energetic and funny. And forgive me for being crude, but she has the best ass I have ever seen. Seriously. It is perfection. Her breasts are medium. Not too small. Proportioned. She is gorgeous. For the past three months we have been pretty inseparable. Which brings me to last week.
Chelsea was back for the summer. She goes to a state school a couple of hours away. She blows into town whenever she needs something. Or when she is board. And for the summer. This summer I had not seen her very much. Mostly just coming and going. I have been out doing things before I head to college. And Rigby has been right there with me. But last Tuesday Rigby had a family thing. Her Aunt was in town, and she had to go out to dinner. I asked if she wanted me to come, but she said her Aunt was a nightmare, and she didn't want me to go through that. I was relieved. But now, I wish I had gone with her.
Instead I was hanging out at home. I was actually in my room reading. (Sue me. I like to read.) Chelse burst into my room, without knocking as usual, stormed over to my dresser and grabbed my keys. On her way out of the room, she snarled that she was taking my car. (I guess hers was in the shop.) Now any other time since I was seven I would have engaged. I would have yelled "No you are not!" or something stupid like that. We would have yelled and screamed. Finally, my mom would have ended it by telling me to let my sister have the car. I lose. The end. But not this time. Because the only way to win the war, is to not fight it. I think Sun Tzu said something like that. I told you, I read.
Anyway, I just sat there on the bed, and as she left the room I think I said "Sure. Have fun." She poked her head back into the room.
"What?"
"Have fun" I said. Not a hint of sarcasm. Hey, I was in a good place. Life was good. She needed the car.
"What's your deal?" she said.
"Nothin. I don't need it. Have fun."
"Wow. So grown up." she said, dripping with sarcasm. "You don't mind if I take your stuff?"
I said "Honestly, no. Go ahead. I am good." She somehow knew exactly what I meant.
"You finally get a girlfriend and now you are...what? Zen master?"
"No," I said. "I just don't want to fight with you. If you want the car, take it." She glared at me out of the corner of her eye.
"I will take it. I'll take anything I want." She meant it too. And that is when I made a mistake. I should have kept my mouth shut. I didn't.
"As it so happens, the only thing I want is what you can't possibly have." And there it was. My mistake. Did you hear it? Pride? Confidence? Stupidity. Chelsea heard it, loud and clear.
"You don't think I can get her? Your dumb little girlfriend with the ass?" She noticed my girlfriend's ass?
"She isn't dumb, and no. You can't. You can take the car." She laughed a little. It was a weird laugh. I think she was caught off guard. She left, squealing the tires a little for my benefit as she pulled away.
I fell asleep reading, only to have my door burst open sometime around 2am. It was my sister. She came storming in. I thought she was going to apologize for being such a shit earlier. Will I ever learn?
"You don't think I can do it, do you?"
"Do what?" I said.
"Take this little girl from you. What's her name?"
"Her name is Rigby."
"Rigby? Stupid fucking name. Well little brother, I have one last lesson for you before you go to college. I am going to fuck little Rigby."
"What?" I was still groggy. Seemed like Chelse had been drinking.
"You heard me. I am gonna fuck her so good. She is going to eat my pussy until I cum all over her mouth. That same mouth you kiss. And there is nothing you can do about it." Nice, right? My sister. By now I was waking up. But I decided not to fight again. In retrospect, that was probably what was bothering Chelsea so much.
