I burst through her bedroom door, nearly sprinting towards her, ignoring her friend Kristin.
"I oughta slap you into next week!" I raised my hand and gestured as if I was going to bring it down on her, getting the reaction that I desired. She flinched hard, thrusting her hands up in front of her as if to defend herself and drawing her legs up.
"Fuckin' asshole!" She screamed at me, "What the fuck is your problem! MOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!"
"She is not here, you fuckin' twat! You damn slut!" I venomously spat at her.
"What is your damn deal?"
"This is my damn deal!" I bellowed and tossed my cell phone at her.
My sister picked up my cell and looked at my screen, her eyes getting wider and wider for each moment that she stared at it, mouth agape.
Kristin plopped down next to her and she too got a case of the wide eyes.
"Oh my God, Athena!" Kristin exclaimed, "Max, where did you get these pictures?"
"Seems that Athena's dream boat boyfriend has forwarded them to everyone in his contact list." I said folding my arms and glaring at my twin.
She looked at me with such a look of sorrow that my heart almost broke. She flopped back on her bed and emitted such a pitiful wail that it sent chills up my spine.
"Kristin," I sighed, "I hate to do this, but can you jet so that I can talk with her?"
"Sweetie, call me later, okay?" Kristin rubbed her thigh in encouragement, however, Athena barely acknowledged her through her tears.
Kristin got up and stopped.
"What happened to your hand, Max?" She looked at my knuckles, of which the set on the left were more the worse for wear than the right.
"I don't think that ass munch Jeremy Taeger will be doing much more of this shit is all that I have to say."
Kristin said bye to Athena again and walked out of the door.
I took a deep breath in, exhaled slowly and sat down next to my fraternal twin.
"Do y-y-you hate m-me?" She managed to spit out.
"Of course not, dumb-dumb," I soothed her, grabbing her under my arm and holding her to my chest. Just about then, she exploding in great racking sobs and I just held her, waiting for the storm to pass.
We were seniors at Jesuit, and up until this year pretty much polar opposites. I mean, we were fraternal twins, and it seems that most twins were opposites; however, the reason that we were opposite was just due to me being a gangly dork and developing late. We actually had similar interests in music, film and art and routinely bounced new things and ideas off of each other.
Our parents were both tenured professors at SMU, my father in History (hence the names, Athena and Maximus, or Max), my mother Mathematics. We lived a good life, nice house, pool, yadda yadda. Whatever.
My sister and I were always tight, "Two peas in a pod" Grandma would say, and even though we were rivals, we covered each other. Upon entering high school, my sister developed. Quite nicely developed. I mean, she didn't sport D's or whatever, she just, seemingly overnight, got rid of the pimples, her braces were off nearly a year before mine, her hair was perfect and the popular crowd, girls and boys were over at our house all of the time, pool parties, BBQ's, anything at all. She is a towhead blonde, like myself, probably 5'5", maybe 5'6", not overly large breasts, but not small in the slightest. She sported a toned body with good definition, and her favorite, her bubble butt.
I really respected her, because in between the time when she blossomed and I finally hit my stride, I mean, I was a dork. Glasses (I was too much of a wanker to try to put in contacts), braces that seemed to NEVER straighten my teeth, I didn't care too much for clothes, just complete fodder for a ruthless sibling to home in on. She never did.
We were both on the swim team, so that kept us together, which was good for us. She watched out for me and since every male from the football jocks to the soccer stars wanted to date her, they tolerated me.
She ended up dating Jeremy, the star receiver for the football team, and I really didn't like it. He was overtly cocky, overbearing, and I know that he pushed my sister into doing things. Plus, he always had a smart ass comment for me.
Between the spring semester of my junior year and senior year, my hormones allowed me to catch up to my sister. I grew about seven inches, to just shy of six foot, put on about 40lbs of good solid muscle and tissue, and with the help of Athena and her best friend Kristin and their fashion advice, became quite the GQ kind of guy. I walked the halls my first day of senior year and my best friends nearly didn't recognize me!
I finally had confidence, started dating girls, lost my virginity in the back of my dad's Tahoe, the whole nine yards; I was living it up this final year of high school, like I was supposed to be doing.
Then this happened. I had been getting strange looks from some of the guys in the halls, and I could hear snickering and comments that I could not quite understand. I got a forwarded text from my buddy Ran that said 'Sorry, bro, these are making their way around.' Needless to say, I was mortified! None of the pictures that were on the MMS were naked Hustler shots, but there were plenty of side boob and bare butt, hand over the vag or nipples in the seven pictures that Athena's boyfriend was sending to everyone that he knew.
I saw red. Pure rage swept over me and literally, I have only a vague recollection of what occurred next.
I knew that Jeremy had study hall this period, and the teacher for that class was the Offensive Line Coach for the team, so he always let the players go to the gym and mess around. I hit the swinging doors with both arms at nearly full speed; they flew open like saloon doors in the old west.
"You're fucking ass is mine, cocksucker!" I bellowed.
There were six guys in the gym, including Jeremy, all from the team, yet I did not care. They all stopped what they were doing and immediately started oohing and making catcalls.
"Hey, faggot," He spat at me, "I like your sister's pussy so much that I just HAD to share!"
He and the boys laughed good at that one until I was close enough to him that I popped him in the teeth with a stiff left jab. It was on from there. I said before, I don't remember a whole lot about what just happened, but the next thing that I do remember is that I was being pulled off of him by three big dudes; he was lying beneath me, his face barely recognizable from the blood that painted his face in a wailing mask of pain. I saw his cell lying close to him from where he had dropped it and brought my foot down on it in a vicious stomp, shattering it to bits.
"If anyone else gets those fucking pictures," I glared at all of them, shouting in a 'come get me, motherfucker!' voice, "your asses are mine! Spread the word!"
Not a word was said as I turned and stalked out of the gym, although I could hear them tending to their fallen teammate.
The magnitude of what had just happened hit me like a sledgehammer from behind. My knees buckled and I nearly pitched forward, my heart beat like a tribal drum and I began to shake like a leaf. I barely made it the the toilet before vomiting today's cafeteria cardboard pizza all over the bowl.
Athena's sobs were now more like sniffles as she pulled away from my chest, leaving a patch of wetness from my shoulder to abdomen.
"Did you kick his ass?" She asked.
"And how!" I smiled down at her.
"I am so embarrassed, how can I ever go back?"
"Hey, I may have overreacted with all of the shouting and stuff." I kissed the top of her head. "The pics aren't horrible; I just lost it when I saw them."
She perked up and looked at me.
"Not horrible?"
"No, not horrible." I repeated. "Fact, your ass is a lot nicer than what I had imagined."
