Hello all. This is my first attempt at writing stories after being a long time reader. I have ideas for longer and more convoluted stories, but I wanted to try my hand at shorter stories just to see if this is something I can actually do. By no means am I a professional writer so mistakes may be pretty common especially in the beginning. Thank you to all of those who read and I would greatly appreciate feedback.
Midnight the Stars and You:
Very few moments in my life ever given me so much clarity about what I want out of life. The first time I ever played Legend of Zelda, first time I ever read JRR Tolkien, and the first time Katie and I ever slow danced at our brothers wedding. I was 16 years old and awkward at best in almost every situation. I had my group of friends who were the "nerd" crowd and we never really found ourselves in situations where girls were present. I had asked them to dances and formals before, but never had much luck. I was always kind of "dismissed" by the girls of my school who thought I was "cute" or "harmless" like a small animal.
So when Martin (my older brother by 7 years) announced that he was marrying his long time girlfriend in a large ceremony I felt a little bit of anxiety. I was going to have to dance with members of both families and could possibly make an ass of myself. there would be girls my own age there who knew what they were doing and I felt like i would somehow ruin everything with my lack of experience.
Regardless of my fears Martin and Amber's ceremony went perfectly and when we arrived at the reception hall the music began. Couples of all ages hit the floor and were having a wonderful time. My parents, all 4 sets of grandparents, and even a few aunts and uncles danced without a care in the world. After a few songs I began to feel like I stuck out like a sore thumb. My mother even came over at one point at tried to goad me much to the amusement of my father. I turned her down politely and was resigned to spend the rest of the evening watching and grabbing punch from the bar. It was in this moment that she came to me.
"I'm not taking no for an answer Petey."
Petey. Katie's nickname for me ever since I could remember.
Katie. How do I even begin to describe her. She has blonde hair that she keeps cut around her shoulders. Hazel eyes that seemingly pierce my soul every time she looks into my eyes. She was everything you would want in an older sister. She was 3 years older than me and as far back as I could remember was the absolute sweetest person towards me. She helped with homework, babysat me on weekends, and when she got her license the first thing she did was take me to get ice cream. She was popular, cheerleader captain, volleyball star, and camp councilor during the summers. Everyone loved her.
Some younger siblings would have developed a jealousy or animosity towards an older sister that every councilor, teacher, or coach said was a "wonderful person" but I was nothing but proud of her. So rather than being embarrassed when she asked to dance my anxiety went into overdrive and I began to panic that I would embarrass her instead.
"Katie, I'm not so sure that its a good idea. I don't have a clue what to do out there. Dance with Brian, he seems good." I offered. Brian was my handsome football captain cousin who was Katies age. I always noticed he had some what of a thing for Katie, I mean who wouldn't.
"I don't want to dance with Brian, I want you." She added in a stern but angelic voice.
Well shit. How could I possibly refuse that. Nervously I took Katies soft hand and we walked out to the edge of the crowd. Soft jazz was playing and all the couple were swaying pressed tightly together. Katie reached for my arm and placed it behind her back and pressed our chests together. Our touch caused her breasts to press taught against her dress and give her a bit of cleavage with sent my 16 year old mind into overdrive. Katie noticed my embarrassment and pressed her lips to my ear.
"Its okay Petey. Just sway with me, that's it, back and forth."
"Am I doing it right?" I asked in a nervous tone. "I feel like I'm messing everything up and ruining it all."
Katie just pulled me in a bit tighter and in her signature soft big sister voice said "You are doing great. Nobody is looking at you. Just have fun and enjoy this moment."
As you can imagine being pressed together tightly and having Katie whispering in a soft voice, things began to get tight down there. If she noticed anything than she never brought it up. That was Katie in a nutshell. She never made me feel uncomfortable of like a burden, even when my anxiety kicked into overdrive. We swayed slowly for a few songs and in these moments I came to one massive realization: I was in love with Katie.
It had been something I should have realized sooner, but I always had a soft spot for her that went beyond what a little brother should feel. When she developed boobs a few years back I remember feeling funny. Seeing her in a two piece on family trips always left me in an uncomfortable spot (I stole some of the photos from my mom and hid them in my desk). And finally feeling the white hot embers of jealousy whenever Brian and her would talk alone and share a laugh. I had always loved her, but now I realized just how much I desired her. That night back at the house I acted on my new discovered feelings for her with that old photo.
Over the next few years my desires led me to do some shameful things like peeping on her bra drawers and taking an old pair of panties from the hamper. I know its creepy and gross but i was a 16 year old kid who was adrift in the sea of horniness. My escapades never really progressed past these harmless little actions, unless you count the time I very intently watched her swimming in the back yard in a tight blue two piece.
As I came to terms with my feelings over the next two years I also began to notice little things that Katie would do. She was always touchy feely with everyone, but with me I realized just how much more physical she was. She would always brush my arm or shoulder when I told her something funny (it was never that funny) as well as when we lounged together on the couch she would prop her feet/legs on my lap. When we had family movie nights she would lean over on my shoulder or put her head in my lap and sigh in a content manner.
Could she have similar feelings? No, that's impossible. I'm her nerdy little brother. Her "Petey". Harmless scrawny little goofy Petey and that's all she will ever see me as.
Nevertheless, I always held out some semblance of hope that maybe she felt something. I was driving myself crazy with feelings of self doubt and needed closure. I decided I needed to swing for the fences and would come clean to Katie. I was going away to college a few states over in the fall after graduating High School and decided to tell her before. In my horny and immature teenage brain I decided that I would tell her the second I turned 18.
The entire day before I felt this pit in my stomach about what was in store. Would she react with disgust? Hatred? Would she be ashamed of me and tell everyone about my disgusting perversion? I needed to get the truth off of my chest, but not at the cost of losing my best friend and the only person who I felt truly understood me. On the flip side I didn't want to go through my life denying my feelings and be miserable because I missed this chance at happiness.
I sat in my room that night looking at the clock on my desk. 11:57. Three minutes. Should I tell her tonight? First thing in the morning? After dinner tomorrow? I was a nervous wreck and would be lucky to get any sleep while overanalyzing. Finally i decided that I needed to do it right away. I could not put my feelings off any longer and needed to get this off my chest.
As I walked towards my door I saw the clock strike midnight. As I reached for the door handle it suddenly turned and was thrust towards my hand. I barely managed to pull it back intime so as not to jam my thumb, but before I could even process what had occurred I felt this weight hit my front and begin to drive me back towards my bed against the wall. I found I couldn't even cry out before a soft tongue invaded my mouth and began its furious search for my own.
We fell back onto the bed and the tongue continued its assault on my mouth. It took me a few seconds to start to piece together that it was Katie who had barged into my room and was now playing tonsil hockey with me. After a bit she finally pulled her own lips away and looked down on me with the most intense look of hunger I have ever seen.
"Happy Birthday Petey. You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that." Katie was slowly pecking at my face with her soft lips.
