This story is complete fiction. It in no way represents any one I know. I hope you enjoy.
I have always admired my little sister, growing up. For as long as I can remember her being alive, she was a beam of light in the world. The way she carried herself with such elegance and joy made every one around her happy. She always seemed to see the best in every one. To say she was an optimist would be an understatement.
She was a model student in school and well liked by her peers. Her senior year, she was offered a full-ride scholarship to two different universities. She decided to accept a scholarship to a smaller college, close to home because it specialized in child care. Her passion was to be an advocate for the "little ones" as she used to say.
A few weeks into the summer after her high school graduation, she caught what we thought was a nasty cold. After a few days, she started getting worse. The doctor ran a series of tests. We learned that she had contracted a virus that was depleting her immune system. Unfortunately, this virus was so new that there was no known antidote. Even worse, the doctors were not sure how the virus would effect her.
Within a few weeks, my sister, Mia was admitted into a hospital. She was too week to even stand anymore. The virus was winning the battle. I visited her every day and spent as much time with her as I could afford to after work.
Her glowing smile warmed my heart the first moment I saw her each day. Even when she was sleeping, she had a faint smile on her face. She no longer looked like the strong, healthy sister I had grown to know. Her body was becoming thin and weak, but her positive attitude and smile persisted throughout.
The local minister lead prayer sessions along with my parents and friends of the family several times a week. My parents would place a "Do not disturb" sign outside of her hospital door while the prayer service was in session. A few weeks into her hospital stay, she was sent home. The doctors said there was nothing they could do for her.
I headed to my parents' house to visit my dear sister. When I opened her bedroom door, she was sleeping. I stood at the entrance and watched her breath softly. Her chest rose and fell in a soft rhythm. Like always, she had a warm smile as if she were living a wonderful life in her dreams.
I made my way to the side of her bed, sat in the wooden chair and took her hand in mine. Her fingers were becoming bony. Her hand was warm, yet clammy. She woke up a few minutes later and turned her head to face me. Her smile widened.
"Hello Wes." she said in a soft, angelic voice.
"Good afternoon Mia." I replied.
We sat in silence a few moments before Mia asked me something that took me by surprise. "You are not a virgin correct?"
I was taken back by the question. It took a few seconds for me to respond. The innocent look of curiosity on her face, warmed my heart.
"No, Mia. I had sex a few times with Melanie."
Melanie was a girl I dated for a few months. She was a sweet girl, like my sister, but things did not work out.
Mia took a deep breath, as if to gain enough strength to talk. "Tell me what sex is like Wes. How does it feel?"
I squeezed her hand softly. "Are you sure you want to talk about this?"
"Yes. I want to imagine what it would feel like." she said sweetly.
My sister was still a virgin. She believed that her sanctity was something to be cherished and shared with only one man. She was a strong woman and that was one of the many qualities that I admired about her.
I spent the next few minutes trying to explain the wondrous and euphoric feeling of sex to her, though my view was from a man's point of view. She looked at me with her deep green eyes as I talked. I could see the intensity of concentration in her face.
When I finished, Mia squeezed my hand and said, "I want to know what it feels like before I go."
