Fine line 3

FINE LINE 3
I woke up to a new sensation, that of being full again. Having life flowing through me and feeling like a whole new person, I glanced to my side…. She was gone, although I could already feel that the bed was light. “We still have to be careful, I guess.” I muttered to myself in ragged breaths.
The memories of last night came flooding in. I remembered her sexy lingerie, her lush lips, and her nipples. Before long I found myself with a raging hard-
on, I was tempted to whack of my hard meat. Then I heard crashing sounds from the corridor followed by a shriek… I leapt out of bed in one swift motion, tugging my blood engorged cock into my briefs… I found terry by the stairs apparently, the heels to her shoe broke! “Are you alright?” I asked. I bent to help her as it was obvious she couldn’t stand, she snapped “what? I’m fine!” I felt my stomach churn. I clenched my fists in rage… I turned to leave but, I something snapped in me “why do you always have to be a fucking bitch?!” her eyes went wide in shock.

I had never spoken to her in that manner but I wasn’t done. “What have I ever been to you but a good brother, why you always acting up, snapping and treating me like shit… you know I’ve had enough of your shit?” A fresh wave washed over me. She looked like she had met a ghost on her way to prom night, I walked away to the kitchen cabinet, and I got out the first aid kit and began to arrange the contents I needed beside her. She understood what I was about to do. Contorting her face in pain she stretched out her leg, I removed the shoe and moved on to clean the bruise, massage and then bandage the ankle… the silence was so prominent you could hear the afternoon breeze rattling the palm trees in the lawn. In about 15 minutes I was done. I pulled her arm over my head, lifted her and walked on to her room.
She remained silent and I was beginning to feel sorry for her, I had insulted my sister and I felt really bad about it but I couldn’t bring myself to say a single syllable. I opened her door with a stretch of my leg, and gently took her in and dropped her on the bed, afterwards I went to the phone on the wall, dialed mom and told her what happened, I prevented her from hurrying home assuring her that I took care of it but, knowing mum I knew she would be back home soon.

I turned to leave and I heard a soft “sorry”. I turned to see my sister teary eyed. My heart sank. I walked slowly towards her bed, climbed in and hugged her “I’m sorry too, I said too much”. “No! its not you, it’s me I’ve been taking out my problems on you ”. she then spent the next half-hour talking about how much she was jealous of me, I had a stable relationship, I was smart and had better grades, and how much better I looked.
I sat with her listening and then I told her how much I was surprised to hear all that, I was the one who was truly jealous, she had funky friends, she went to the best parties, got the best gifts, she was even more popular in school.