My Sister Is The Virgin Mary

Even though I was 100% sure it wasn’t possible, I could feel my body shaking and heart thumping so loud. I start pacing outside the washroom, praying to God everything is alright. I see the doorknob turn as she exited the washroom…

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2 Months Earlier…

“No, I have money already.” My sister said after I asked if she needed money from me.

My sister is 14 years old. I am her 18 year old brother. We have one sister aged 8 years old who we take care of because Mom and Dad are alcoholics and abusive. I think of my sister as the Virgin Mary. She’s got a small circle-like face, blue eyes, long blonde hair, thin lips, and a small bent nose. She takes real good care of our little sister when I’m at work and always listens to what I say.

My sister is really quiet and respectful. She sometimes stares or looks at me trying to please me as I take care of her. But the situation we were in right now was awkward. My sister and I rarely ever looked, talked, or even took notice of each-other. She said she wanted to talk to me in her room which scared me. She was always scared to even be alone with me. We were home alone, sitting on her bed. Nobody else was home, my parents were doing the hell they do, my little sister was at a sleepover.

“I um, wanted to ask how sex feels like.” My sister said. She didn’t look at me nor say it aloud, it was much more like a whisper which I was supposed to hear.

“Well, sex feels like, well, SEX. You don’t know how it feels like unless you actually have it.” I said. “I think I know what you’re saying. You have a boyfriend and he wants you to have sex with him. You’re scared? Right?”

My sister looked at my eyes and shook her head. “I want to know how sex feels like, and I want to have it with someone I love.” She looked down again.

“That’s good. When you find the perfect man, you’ll be so happy that you saved your virginity for him.” I said. Having sex-talk with your siblings was embarrassing but I knew that Mom and Dad would never talk about it so it was my job to. I had to talk to my sister about her periods a few years back.

“You’re my perfect man,” she said with her face was all red.

“What!?” I said louder.

“I mean, you’re always there for me. You take care of me and our sister, you provide for our family, and you’re the sweet– I mean.”
My sister looked me in the eyes.