Thank you for all the readers who gave me constructive criticism.
All characters in this story are 18.
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Our Family is good looking, I guess. My dad looks like Antonio Banderas, my brother Tom looks like a young Johnny Depp, and my mom looks, well looked, like Geena Davis. My dad is probably 6"3, and Tom is at least 6"6. Even my mom was 5"8.
I didn't really fit in. I was only 4"8 at 14, my hair was light brown. I liked to tell myself it had red highlights in the sun, but I wasn't sure. I was still flat as a board and a little chunky, but mom said I was just a late bloomer. I did get complements on my eyes though; they were leaf green with thick black lashes.
Our family life was perfect, to me at least. Our parents were passionately in love, as Tom and I heard loudly and often. I wished I knew my dad better, but he's a doctor. His hours at the hospital were crazy, so he mostly slept or had "alone time" with mom when he was home.
Mom and I were best friends. She was the one who filled in the gaps left by my sex-ed class. She signed me up for dance lessons when I complained about being awkward, and she took me to Victoria's Secret when I finally blossomed.
I told her who I had crushes on and she asked me if I wanted to go on the pill. I said no because I wanted to wait until marriage, but she told me to always take a condom in my purse if I went out because "sometimes things happen."
I practically worshiped my older brother. Tom was seven years older than me. He got his masters degree in psychology when I was 18. My friends in high school had crushes on him, but he never seemed to notice. Tom didn't seem to mind that I tagged along with him and his friends, but he sure teased me a lot.
He got a full scholarship to an Ivy League school. I missed him a lot, but the whole family was proud of him. He partied so much; I don't know how he kept his scholarship.
Tom started telling me about parties he had gone to and girls he had dated. He laughed, "You're too young to know; I wouldn't want to corrupt your young mind," when I pressed for too many details.
Things sure change suddenly. We were cleaning up after my 19th birthday party. It was just me and 10 girl friends from school. Things got rowdy and we had a food fight. The mess was so bad that there just wasn't enough cleaner, so mom went out to get some. She never made it back. Some drunk driver blew through a stop sign, a block from the house, and she died instantly.
The funeral was awful. It was cold and rainy at the graveside service, so not many people showed up. At home, dad pulled out a mostly full bottle of whiskey, half a bottle of tequila, and two full bottles of rum. Tom and I sat on the couch in the living room. Dad sat between us and poured out 3 shots of rum putting them on the coffee table.
"It's been a hell of a week. No one's going anywhere; let's try to just not feel for a while, OK?"
I gasped at the burning sensation as it slid down my throat. We had another shot, then dad declared, "Tom, a 26 year old man is definitely old enough to keep an 19 year old out of too much trouble; I'm going to go chase oblivion." He got up, left us, and went to his room.
Tom went to the kitchen, grabbed a jar of salt, and salted our shot glasses. I saw with curiosity that he also brought back a couple of limes and a knife.
"What is all that for?" I asked.
"Let me show you." He poured us each a shot of tequila, quartered a lime and tossed it back biting the lime before he swallowed. "Now you try."
It tasted smooth, but I was starting to feel hot. I unfastened my blouse exposing the upper part of my black lace bra.
"Woo boy have you blossomed!"
I looked down and saw that the open shirt not only exposed my now double D cups, it also emphasized how much my shape had changed in 6 years. I was proud, if a little embarrassed.
"I guess the years and the dance lessons paid off." I started to fasten my shirt again, but he poured some rum on it.
"You might as well take it all the way off now. If you don't, you will catch a cold," Tom said playfully. This made sense to me, so I took it off and my brother tossed it across the room.
It hit us both suddenly that mom would never tell us to knock off our horseplay again, and we both got teary. Tom gently pulled me onto his lap where my skirt slid up to just below my hips. He started rubbing my back to soothe me and his hand stopped just above my ass.
Tom brushed his lips over my eyelids and nipped the tip of my nose; then he reached past me to the table and poured us another shot of rum. I drank it; then hiccupped, smiling a watery little smile.
