Deflowering Rose (First Time, Family Taboo)(2)

By: Madelene Martin


“So, what’s been going on with you?” He asked me later, as we were half-watching some terrible TV show. “How’s school?”

I lay back on the sofa, my head resting on the arm. “Oh, it’s okay. We have prom in a couple of weeks, of course. There’s this new guy Sean - well, he’s been there all this year, but relatively new - and he asked me to go.”

“Really? That’s great!” Alec enthused, and downed most of his glass of water. He’d always nagged me to get out more, to try dating. Hell, even my parents had suggested it from time to time.

“Yeah, he’s nice…” I found myself blushing. “I think he likes me. He said we should go to a movie tomorrow, actually.”

Alec smirked. “Well, as long as you’re home by 11.” He said. I thumped him on the arm again. This time I was the embarrassed one.

“Yeah,” I continued, “I’m not sure… I like him, he’s totally hot - it’s just that…” I hesitated, searching Alec’s eyes. I’d always told my brother everything in the past. But I’d never really discussed guys with him before - I’d had no reason to. I sighed, unsure of how to explain and how much to tell him.

He raised his eyebrows, waiting.

“Well, I’ve never… been out… with a guy before.”

“So?” He asked, totally missing the point in true Alec style. “Just go to a movie or something. That way you’ll have something to talk about after.”

I rolled my eyes. “Duh. I mean what do you do - what if he wants to kiss me? I’m eighteen and I’ve never even kissed a guy.” I cringed at my own words.

“Oh… really?” Alec cleared his throat. “Uh, well he won’t necessarily -“

“But I want to kiss him, idiot!” I interrupted, my voice rising in frequency. “I’m just completely ignorant about what I’m doing. He’s going to know straight away.” I sat up, leaning my head in my hands. “Most of my friends have been - doing it - for years, and I’ve never even been out with a guy. Fuck.” I hadn’t been able to talk to anyone about this, and it felt good to finally get it out.

“Umm, well, kissing is easy,” Alec offered, patting me awkwardly on the shoulder. “You’ll probably instinctively know what to do.”

I had a brilliant idea. I sat up straight. “Will you show me?”

Alec let his hand drop from my shoulder, a confused and slightly horrified look on his face.

“Oh come on!” I protested, with a laugh. “It’s just kissing - it’s nothing! We used to do it as kids, for fuck’s sake.” I remembered when we would behind a tree in the park when I was ten or eleven, and “practice” kissing. We hadn’t known about the tongue part then, of course.

“Stop swearing,” he murmured automatically.

I groaned, throwing my hands up in frustration.

“Come on,” I repeated, bouncing up and down in agitation. “You have all this experience. I need your help. Pleeease!” I grabbed his arm, pulling on it and pouting.

I saw him swallow, looking into my eyes. He had nice hazel eyes, with long lashes. I smiled slowly, somehow knowing I’d won.

“Okay, okay.” He said. “I’m going to need at least one drink before I do this, though.” He got up, and wandered into the kitchen.

“Mom left some wine in the fridge. Bring me one!” I called after him.

“Not a chance, Sis!” Came the answering yell.

I sat on the couch, fidgeting but happy, and wondered if I should brush my teeth or something. Somehow the thought of kissing my brother didn’t make me nervous at all - not like the thought of kissing Sean did. After all, he was just Alec.

I settled for pulling my strawberry lip gloss out of my pocket and spreading a thin smear over my lips. Then I straightened my long hair, brushing the blonde strands out of my eyes.

Alec walked back in with his glass of wine, and a coke for me. He stopped in the middle of the room, looked at me, and upended his glass, downing it all in one go. He sat down on the sofa next to me.

I couldn’t help giggling a little. My poor brother was blushing and didn’t know quite what to do. We sat facing each other and I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to look at him objectively for a moment. He was handsome, looking a bit older than his twenty-one years. He had messy dark hair and stubble on his cheeks that, knowing him, he’d carefully cultivated. He too, looked more grown-up than when I’d seen him last.

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