Authors Warning. This story contains a kiss shared between siblings. Although it is brief, this is a fair warning for those who don't like that stuff. There is no sex in this part as I'm still developing the story.
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Have you ever had the feeling where no matter which way you went, there was a feeling that somebody was watching you, burning holes through you with their eyes? Well that feeling for me has become a reality. Ever since I've received that velvet green box for my birthday, it seems as if the box was watching my every move, no matter which room I entered. It's like being trapped in a circular room with no windows and no doors. There's no escape. I have to close my eyes when near it at an attempt to shut it out, but my nightmares have etched it in my head long ago like an old painting.
There is also a nagging curiosity tugging at my well-being, begging me to open the box, persuading me to face my fears, telling me that dreams are an imagination the sleeping mind plays to remain active. Yet there is that feeling of somehow there's a weird familiarity, like I'd seen this box before in my past. I just couldn't place it.
Lying on the couch that night, Lizzy entered the room and plops down on top of my legs giving me a sympathetic, yet quizzical look.
"Can I help you," I asked in an almost joking tone. I wanted to hide my recent qualms from everybody, especially Lizzy.
She looked at me without answering, and after moments of silence, she smacked me hard on the chest. "You never came to say our prayers. I waited and waited, and here I find you about to fall asleep without coming to see me." Lizzy said with a pout followed by another smack.
"Oh sorry," I said while rubbing the spot on my chest where she hit me. "I have a lot on my mind that I need to sort out."
I winced at that statement when I realized I may have blown my cover. I was now open to scrutiny and Lizzy could practically get anything out of me with the slightest pout or a flash of sad eyes. I mentally face-palmed myself, while mentally punching myself.
A smile crept to Lizzy's face. "Good, I have problems too and we both can solve them together. What have you been trying desperately to hide for so long? By the way, you failed miserably. I knew something was bothering you, but I couldn't find the right time to ask about it. You're horrible at being subtle."
I raised an eyebrow. "Subtle?"
"Yeah, you can't hide something if your life depended on it!" Lizzy responded.
My mind began to race. Have I been so transparent about my woes that my whole family knew something was bothering me? Were they playing the same game that I was and hiding the fact that they knew about my worries and didn't want to bring any confrontation to the surface.
"How bout you tell me what's been bothering you first," I said trying to deflect the attention away from my problems.
Lizzy uncharacteristically looks down as I saw a flash of shyness and doubt cross over her face. "Am I pretty?" She asked in a low whisper almost like a saying something under your breath.
I was shocked and taken aback by her question. "Of course. Why would you think you weren't?"
Lizzy shook her head. "I don't want my brother to answer the question because he will say yes no matter what. I mean I could have a huge wart on the side of my face and my brother will still tell me I'm beautiful. I want you as one person telling another person about their looks. Pretend we're strangers for a moment and then answer. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
I studied her face for a minute without saying anything. "Smile!" I told her, and slowly her lips part into a smile and I can see them quivering in anticipation of my answer. "Perfect!" I said. "Liz your beautiful. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."
"Am I more prettier than Julie?"
I looked around the room in a panic. Was Julie somehow in on this? Was this her way of gauging my feelings toward her without having to come to me? My gaze finally meets Lizzy. "That's not a fair question."
"Why isn't it? Is because Julie's older then me? Is it because you think she looks better than me?" Lizzy drops her voice to a whisper. "Is it because Julie has boobs and all I have is these mosquito bites?"
"LIZZY!" I yelled, beginning to get uncomfortable about this situation. "I'm not comparing my sisters to one another. I don't think it's fair to either of you."
"John, stop being the brother for a while and tell me what separates Julie and I,"
I groaned and began to get frustrated, but I also didn't want to bring a war between those two. "No!" I said flatly.
"Fine. Then why don't you have a girlfriend yet?"
"I guess I haven't found anyone yet."
"If the right person came along, would you be open to it?"
"Maybe! Why are you so interested in my personal life all of a sudden?"
I caught the slightest glimpse of a blush form over her cheeks as Lizzy's posture took a shy form. It was something I've never seen from her before because she's usually confident about the way she handles herself. I didn't think much of it as I let it pass without question. Lizzy then jumps up slowly from where she was seated and approached me closer.
"I want you to close your eyes and do open them until I say, and please don't freak out?"
I stared at her with a questionable gaze and then obliged her request, hesitantly as I did so; wondering what was going through her head. I rested my head against the arm rest of the couch to get comfortable as I laid there eagerly waiting for what she had in store. A nervous feeling suddenly swept within my body as I felt her face close to mine. I can almost feel her warm breath bouncing off my face as she neared. It was seconds later when I felt it. Warm, soft, and a moist feeling bestowed upon my own lips with the slightest hint of a soft yet subtle moan almost barely audible too ones ear.
It was gentle, not rushed but the predicament bought me out of the haze I was in quickly as my eyes flew opened to see a gorgeous face pressed against my own. I was startled as I pushed her away, jumping to my feet looking around as if someone saw. My mind was sending warning alarms to my brain; an anger boiling deep inside me I have never felt toward Lizzy retching itself to the surface. I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream, but as I looked at her my demeanor fell.
It broke my heart to see her face fall the way it did She looked ready to break down and weep at the drop of a pin. A gleam of fear coursed through her eyes as she slouched back, giving me the deer in headlights look giving her the posture of a cornered animal with nowhere to run. I could see the smallest hint of tears form in her eyes.