I unlocked the front door and walked in to the house. My sister Sarah was curled up on the couch, watching TV. She looked up at me and her face twisted into a knowing grin.
"She got you all worked up again, didn't she?"
"Is it that obvious?" I asked as I tossed my jacket onto the floor and fell into the recliner.
"It would only be more obvious if you had a little neon sign on your forehead that flashed out 'my girlfriend is nothing but a prick tease'," Sarah said, punctuated with a laugh.
"Lisa isn't a 'prick tease'," I said in only a half-hearted defense, "she says she's just not ready to go all the way."
"I half expected you to tell me she was saving herself for marriage," Sarah said, laughing.
"Yeah, well, Lisa's mom didn't go out and get her birth control pills when she turned 16 like mom did you," I said. "Mom told you they weren't a license to fuck around."
"I know, but she didn't say I couldn't use them as my learner's permit." We both laughed good and hard on that one. "Besides, you can't argue that my moods didn't get better when I got my hormones straightened out."
"True. The last four years have been pretty livable since mom put you on the pill," I said. "And I know there's a couple guys out there that probably appreciate it, too."
"Only two guys, Scooter," Sarah replied, using my nickname admonishingly and holding two fingers in the air like a Peace sign. "Not that either one will ever go down in history as being good in bed."
"Yeah, well at least they're getting some," I growled.
"Holy crap, Scoot, I don't know why you don't just go find another girlfriend that will at least suck your dick, or something!"
"You well know why," I said, sinking as deep as my mood into the recliner.
"That crap about being too shy is getting old, Buddy," she barked. "You're not a bad looking guy, you've got manners and more than half a brain. That easily puts you in the top 10 percent of males this Podunk town."
"Thanks, sis. I'll let you know if that qualifies as a compliment, considering the low caliber of guys in this town." I untied my shoes and worked them off my feet. "I think you just put me in the category of 'better than nothing'."
"Oh, come on," Sarah said with a wave of her hand. "Hell, I'd do you if you weren't my brother."
"Thanks," I replied with a chuckle, finding the compliment oddly sincere. I then glanced at the glass in her hand as she took a sip. "You sure that isn't mom's Chianti saying that for you?"
"Mom knows I drink her Chianti," Sarah said, defensively. "She also knows that I've had sex with a couple guys. Crap, I'm 20 years old, brother dear... I can legally fuck someone if I want."
"Whoa, down, sis!" I laughed, putting my hands up in front of my face in case she threw something at me. "I was just saying that it's not every day that my hot sister says she'd 'do' me."
Sarah looked oddly at me for a moment, then smiled and said, "You think I'm hot?"
I could feel my face flush.
"Well... yeah!" I said with more than a little embarrassment. "You're the best looking girl in this freaking town. All through high school guys were asking me if I thought you'd go out with them. When I told 'em that you were two years older than me, they figured you were out of their league."
"You think I'm hot?" Sarah repeated.
"Yes," I said, hissing on the 's' to emphasize my answer. "I'd 'do' you if you weren't my sister."
Sarah laughed.
"Well, since you're not drinking mom's Chianti, I'll take that as a sincere compliment, Scooter."
Sarah finished off her wine and climbed off of the couch and walked out of the living room. I got out of the recliner and picked up my jacket and shoes, then headed to my bedroom. I undressed and put on a pair of sweat pants, then started to go through my mail.
About 20 minutes later, Sarah walked into my room. She had changed out of her clothes and was now wearing one of her oversized t-shirts that served as her sleepwear.
"Hey, Scoot. How's the college thing going?"
Ah, the 'college thing'.
"Same old story. My grades were good, but not good enough for a scholarship, and although we don't really have any money, mom still isn't poor enough for me to get assistance to a decent college, either. Even with a student loan, there are more applicants than spots available."
"So, things are on hold," Sarah said with a nod of understanding.
"Things are on hold," I parroted, "just like they've been for the last six months."
I was sitting on my bed, my back leaning against the headboard. Sarah stepped over and sat down on the edge of my bed.
"Scooter," Sarah said, looking like she was searching for words, "do you really think I'm hot?"
"Yes," I replied, surprised that my otherwise self-assured sister seemed to be having trouble comprehending my words. "You are pretty. You've got a killer bod. You're... sexy. You're hot. What's up?"
"Eddie has never told me I'm 'hot'," said Sarah with a shrug, referring to her boneheaded boyfriend. "He always tells me he wants to fuck or he wants me to suck his dick, but he's never really said I was 'hot' or 'sexy'."
"Eddie's a dickhead," I countered. "He's a dickhead with the I.Q. of a toad. He's a 19 year old high school senior who was held back in 6th grade twice, who's living on the dream that there's a football scholarship just waiting for him."
"But, he has a pretty decent bod," Sarah offered. "Although he's a pretty lousy fuck."
"As long as you have your priorities straight," I replied, chuckling. "You're pretty enough that you could have anyone you want. Why you're sticking with Eddie is beyond me."
"This coming from my brother whose girlfriend will barely let him touch her boobs through her clothes?"
