I once saw a girl in a movie. She was hard to describe. At first, you saw her body and thought she was somewhat plump. But then you kept looking at her and she had firm legs and a smooth belly. Her breasts were large, but so perfectly shaped and so perfectly firm that they made you blink until you accepted what you were looking at. Her face was like a doll's. She had big eyes and a nose that sloped gently from her round cheeks and stopped delicately over her plump lips. Her hair was thick and blonde - almost yellow. Tangled in one spot, strait in another, and it all mixed to make a natural perfection that made you stare and wonder at it all.
I think of her now, and I think that as young woman, she must have looked like my sister. The only difference is my sister wears small, silver wire framed glasses with a slight blue tint to the lenses.
July. Hot, muggy July. School was done for a few months, at least. There were no summer jobs for unqualified people such as my sister and me. So that just left lazing about the house. We had become quite good at it over the years.
There wasn't much to do. Watch TV. Swim out back. Take a walk in the small forest behind the house. Read until your eyes bleed. Radio signals didn't travel our way without a serious amount of disaster in between. Beyond that, it was nothing but field as far as the eye could see. It was either boring or the key to discovering the inner self. Usually it was the former.
Two weeks into the vacation, I was sitting on the small observation deck on the roof. Dad had built it years ago to watch the stars. So far he had been up to it once, discovered he had a graduating fear of heights, a fear that had not found the time to elevate itself to a full blown phobia while he was distracted with the construction of the wide platform and rail. That was years earlier. Since then, it had become the private deck of the Magnusson children. It was littered with empty cans, paper plates, and various wrappers and junk food packaging that had found a safe corner of wind free decking.
As I say, I was sitting on the deck, some two stories above the ground, reading a book about a boy trying to avoid going home. I looked down and saw my sister, Kate, walking back from the swimming hole. She was still gleaming with water and her hair was dangling in twists and ropes of yellow. The light glinted off the small oval frames of her glasses. Her suit was a tiny thing that covered only what the law required of her tall, curvy body. It was bright red and set off her golden skin.
I went downstairs, fixed a sandwich, and took it to the basement family room. We had two. One on the main floor, decked out in expensive carpeting, couches with more letters in their name than in my own, and a television that was always locked on the Garden channel. That was our mom and dad's rec room. Such as it was. The basement was dark, swaddled in green and black shag carpeting, and smelled of cheese most of the time. It also had two small couches that had more duct tape on them then fabric. It was there that I found Kate. She was still in her suit, sitting on the floor with a huge towel folded under her.
"Hey," she said. She too had a sandwich; mustard had already dripped onto her bikini top, and a bit of turkey stuck to her thick lips.
"Hey." I sat down on the couch behind her and watched whatever 35-year- old sitcom she had on the tube. I was trying to imagine what it would be like to bend the woman on the screen over her kitchen table and fuck her up the ass. I figured that she was probably dead by now, and that made me want to fuck the young television version even more.
The next day I woke up with a boner that nearly snapped in two as I rolled over on my stomach.
"Doesn't that hurt?"
My eyes went wide. I looked over my shoulder to the doorway. Kate stood there in her over-sized T-shirt.
"Is it like that every morning?"
I couldn't answer.
"I'm really curious, Jay." She walked in and sat on the end of the bed. "What's it feel like? Does it hurt at all?"
"Are you serious?" I finally found my voice. "Where are mom and dad?"
"They left almost an hour ago." She rubbed some of the sleep out of her own eyes. "C'mon, we talk about sex all the time. I'm just curious."
"Why don't you ask one of your boyfriends sometime?"
""Cause I don't want some bullshit answer. And I don't have 'boyfriends'. I just want to know."
"Could you stop staring at it?"
"Sorry."
"Just a little uncomfortable."
"Really?"
"Not it. You."
"Oh."
That was the end of it for about two weeks. She went downstairs without a word, poured some cereal, and let it drop. Two weeks later, however, it was back.
"Jay?" I was reading in the basement. The heat had driven me underground. It did the same to my sister. It was too hot to hang around above ground for the last several days. We were starting to go a little stir crazy.
"What?"
"I'm bored. Let's do something."
"I think we're doing it."
"Let's play a game or something. I'm serious. I'm fucking bored."
"All right," I said, putting my book away. "What should we play?"
"Okay, I don't want to play a game, but we have to do something."
"Well, you're just full of ideas."
"I just want to do something different. I'm not sure what."
"Well," I started, as I picked my book up again, "let me know when you figure something out." She just pouted and walked over to the stereo shelf. Her smooth, round ass twitched in her bikini. She wore a gaudy tank top over the top, but that was it.
"Why did you want to know if it hurt?" I asked her as she rifled through the stack of CD's.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. She was upset about the way I apparently hurt her feelings.
"When you asked me if my dick hurt?" I wondered as I said it if that wasn't a tad blunt. "Remember? A couple of weeks ago?"
"Oh. Well, I just wondered. Never mind."
"What do you mean?"
"Are you stupid? I said I just wondered. See, I don't actually have one, so I don't know a lot about how it would feel." She was trying to flip it away with sarcasm.
"It doesn't."
"That's great." She kept her back to me, but she'd stopped looking through the CD's.
I let it go.
Two days later, I woke up and heard something bump in her room. I checked the clock. 8:45 am. Why was I being made to wake up at that horrible hour? I slid/fell out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. It was too hot to go back to sleep. I pissed away a bit of morning wood and spit some of the sleep out of my mouth into the swirling toilet. I shuffled back to the hall and stopped at my sister's room to see what the fucking noise was. I opened the door in my stupor and saw her sitting naked on the floor with her hand on her knee.
"You fall?" I asked. I swayed a bit, as I had only been asleep for a few hours when I found my day shoved into my face. She looked over her shoulder in shock. Her hair pulled back into a loose tangle of a ponytail, and her body still had lines wrapping her skin from the sheets.
"Yeah," she said in surprise. She looked as if that was as good an answer as any.
I grunted a response and shuffled off to the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of her wide eyes and open mouth as I turned. I was trying not to fall asleep and drown in my cereal when she came down in a pair of terry cloth shorts and a tube top that was proving the strength of textile science.
She didn't say anything, and sat down at the table. She poured her cereal and ate it silently. When she finished, and I was halfway through my second bowl, she slammed her spoon down and looked at me.
"So?"
"What the hell's your problem?"
"You open my door, find me naked and you don't think that's..." She waved her hands in the air searching for the words.
"Kate, you're my sister, it's not a big deal."
"Not a big...Are you serious?"
"Sure," I said through a mouthful of milk and crunchy something or other. "I'm going downstairs. Too fucking hot here." I left the dishes on the table and went to the basement to the cool, loving embrace of the couch and cable television.
I was flipping through the channels, trying to find either tits or guns and heard Kate behind me. She went through the CD's, found something she liked and put it in the player. As the music came on, she walked over and sat on the other couch. We didn't talk for the rest of the day.
Two days later, she came into my room as I was saving the world from hostile alien invasion on my computer.
