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Authors name: Holly Rennick (jlrennick@yahoo.com)
Story title : Nora Bird
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Nora Bird (mf-teens, rom)
By Holly Rennick (jlrennick@yahoo.com)
***
If remembering your hand on an older boy's arm (even if
he was just your best friend's brother) still gives you
the flutters, Hi there, sister!
***
AUTHOR'S NOTES
This story builds upon a passing sketch in my "Writers'
Forum". This is not a sequel, however, i.e., the
protagonist does not turn out to be another sexually-
confused schoolteacher. So is this a romance story? I
do believe so! Is it erotic? I suppose that too. But
I'd like to think that sex isn't the only topic.
Concatenate the sex scenes with appropriate
conjunctions and it's no story. With some erotic
fiction, it works.
And what's wrong with romance novellas, anyway, other
than their being mostly clones? Actually, that's my
plan -- to perfect the sequence and then rewrite for
Paris in the 20's, the Scottish Highlands, Wales,
Greece and antebellum Savannah. You get the idea. I'll
live in each locale while I cut and paste. Romance,
romance...
BUS RIDE
The courts had ruled the law unconstitutional, but the
Negroes still sat at the back. Nora didn't think it odd
that they did; it was so they could talk to each other.
She always sat in the middle-right when she rode Bus 6
to clarinet lessons. The right-hand side was better for
seeing the styles in the store windows. She hoped to
get a pleated skirt for her birthday. Penny's had the
best, she'd hinted to Mom.
Preston and Rusty were already in high school, but
everybody knew everybody a little bit. Well, not the
Negroes.
"Hi, babe." The two plopped down, Rusty on Nora's left,
Preston behind. Preston had an acne problem for which
he used flesh-toned cream. The box said flesh tone,
that is. Rusty's sleeves were rolled up, the in vogue
cool-guy look.
"Wanna cig?"
Nora hadn't talked to older boys that much. "I don't
smoke." She hoped she sounded casual. "Besides, we're
on the bus."
"Shoot. Figured you were older. Like to swim? We go to
the slough sometimes."
"My folks won't let me." She wished she were older.
"Skinny dipping. So don't tell 'em. Like the Roxie?"
She wasn't going to look like a little kid. "Sure."
"I don't mean watchin' movies." Rusty looked to Preston
for approval and then returned to his target. "Ever sit
in the back?"
She flinched. Everybody knew what sitting in the back
was about. It wasn't any of their business, anyway. She
hadn't, but they needn't be told. At 15, she felt
brave. "Sure," she ventured, hoping that somebody would
take the seat across, her bravery already waning.
Rusty was looking at her bust, what she had of one that
is, and scooted closer, closer than Nora liked. He
looked around. "How 'bout this?" and touched her
pubescent nipple through the cardigan.
Nora was taken off guard. "Don't," jerking into the
hard seat back without dissuading his pursuant grasp.
She tried to turn away, but his hand clutched harder,
ignoring her swat.
He grinned back at pimple-faced Parker. "See, she likes
me," emboldened by his success.
Nora looked to the back, knowing that Negroes rarely
look up. "Please don't."
"Scrunch down," trying to maneuver Nora where a hand
could roam more freely.
"Let him finger-paint you," his friend chuckled. "I'll
help," touching her shoulder.
She pushed Rusty's hand away, but he caught her wrist.
"So here's something you'll like," pushing her hand
into his crotch. "Big enough?"
He squeezed her fingers around something fat. Nora
couldn't dislodge his grip. She'd heard about boners.
What if someone saw what she was doing!
"Well it likes her," for his buddy. Then he added to
Nora, "So I'm going to let go and you're going to hold
it."
Scared, not now knowing what to do, she obeyed.
"Come on, babe, squeeze me good," perhaps a line he'd
read from a dirty book that he'd shoplifted.
She didn't do that, but her hand was still there.
"I'll miss my stop," she begged.
Rusty returned his hand on Nora's, tightened her
fingers around him and forced her grip first down and
then back up. "Like that."
Nora started to cry.
As Rusty weighed his chances, a matronly lady claimed
the seat in front, her grocery bag brimming with
greens. He let go and whispered, "See you again, pretty
girl."
The two boys got off.
Her best friend Kara Lee could tell from Nora's eyes.
Kara Lee's brother Robin was in high school, a
halfback. Rusty and Preston got the tar beat out of
them after the game, Rusty severely kicked in the
groin, according to the word in the halls. Rusty and
Preston said it was too dark to identify the
assailants, but there were several and they were from
another town.
THE HALFBACK
Robin didn't pay much attention to his sister's
friends. Three years younger was too little. Even the
mature ones weren't par with girls of his own class.
Kara Lee's friends giggled too much about nothing.
Babies.
Only when Kara Lee told him about Rusty and Preston,
losers anyway in Robin's circles, did Robin give his
sister's friend particular thought. Just a bird and not
a noticeable one at that. Probably still played with
dolls. But she was Kara Lee's friend and no guy was
going to bully little girls.
It was easy to find the miscreant pair smoking after
the game, to cower one while he beat the other, then
reversing the application. He didn't kick Preston, a
bloody nose enough for an accomplice. Robin wasn't late
to the team party and made it with Heather. He didn't
like having kicked, but was glad anyway.
It was two weeks later when the girl, Nora, passed him
on the Library steps. "Thanks."
"What for?"
"They haven't bothered me any more."
"Kara Lee told me."
"I know. I just wanted to say thanks." A shy smile and
she darted into the building.
It was later, after dinner. The siblings were clearing
the table. "Hey, Kara Lee?"
"Yeh?"
"Your friend, the one those guys hassled, told me
thanks."
"Maybe 'cause you kicked their balls."
"Is she OK, Nora?"
"Sure. Why?"
"Saw her at the Library. Just curious."
Robin wasn't sure why he was curious, but the brevity
of her smile stuck with him. It wasn't the smile girls
his age tossed around to be noticed. It was more like a
flash. She'd probably be pretty when she got older. He
hoped she'd seen him make the 32-yard up-the-middle
touchdown.
JUNIOR CHEERLEADER
Of course Nora wasn't a real cheerleader. She was still
in junior high and even if she were older, she'd not be
popular enough, not glamorous like the real ones.
Nonetheless, after Kara Lee's brother did whatever he
did to the boys who scared her, Nora was his secret
cheerleader. Robin was so fast out there on the field!
When the other team threatened, he'd be sent in and
sack the quarterback. Nora was so proud, him being her
friend's brother. He'd talked to her, even, at the
Library.
Other than saying thanks at the Library, however,
Nora's amorous life was reading the standard tales
about young women and mysterious strangers in rural
castles. She'd seen dirty pictures at school, naked
women mainly. Her friends shared their knowledge of
male behavior, anatomy and contradictions. She'd
decided she'd kiss a guy if she really liked him, but
knew she was being theoretical. Nobody had tested it,
which made it safer. As much as everybody talked about
going all the way, her friends hadn't.
After the game, the cheerleaders would bustle around
the stars, disseminating hugs as initial reward. As the
boys were yet in gear, the cheerleaders tended to hang
against their heroes' bare elbows. Kara Lee and Nora
watched how the older girls thrust their breasts over
and back across the players' arms, sometimes with
enough vigor to protrude their nipples against their
cheerleader sweaters. The two younger girls could also
see that the tired team, still in their pounds of
equipment, sometimes hardly noticed.
After the rally queens dashed back for their finale
pom-pom choreography, the two younger girls would find
Robin. Kara Lee would give him a kiss, right on the
lips. Nora would just be excited to be there.
"What'dya think, Nora?" Robin once asked, not adverse
to a recount of 174 yards, one run in which he shook
off two tackles and sprinted 44. Nora had jumped up and
down; it was so exciting.
"I think you're really good," she gushed. She felt even
a little giddy, being asked for her opinion. By name!
Right there, still on the field!
Robin must have felt a bit embarrassed, hogging the
glory. "Well Stanley made me the block."
"I still think you're really good," with her quick
grin.
POST GAME
The guys egged Robin to down a six-pack, but one beer
was all he wanted. Girls, checking to see if their
regular guy was otherwise occupied, squeezed against
him, giggling such insights as, "You've got the moves."
It was everything a halfback could want. Robin couldn't
deny Jill's attention. She'd brought him chips, laughed
at his witticisms and undid a button to announce her
pressing hormonal needs. He'd score again.
"Let's go out on the porch," Jill's invitation. Robin
followed not to the porch, but into the garden where
they'd be less visible. "The trees got reserved
already," evidence of the rally squad's pre-game
planning.
"Come on, Mr. Touchdown Man," Jill teased her tongue
between his teeth. He let her, even if it felt
slobbery. She led him to her remaining buttons. She
loved her breasts. "OK, if you really want to," while
she disengaged his zipper. "Oh, God, it's big!" as if
she were amazed.
In the school plays, Jill was known to strip to her bra
backstage, not going to the dressing room for a costume
change if speech teacher Mrs. Grule weren't around.
Robin wondered if Jill guessed that he jacked off
afterwards. Probably, the way she'd stretch it out. And
here she was now, telling him to go ahead. Not just
telling, but doing.
He was hard without thinking why. She'd want him to
work down from her top, but he was so tired. He tugged
her bra upward, but didn't bother to unhook the back.
He let her pull his face against her until he licked
her nipples, but forgot to suck. Watching her change by
the prop rack seemed sexier. Her bra, thin as it was,
had at least offered some mystery.
Robin pulled off her panties and had her on the
flagstones. He figured she'd be ready and she was, but
he'd have penetrated immediately in any case. He was
glad his jeans were still over his knees; the path was
gritty. He hoped she'd brushed off the place where her
butt was rubbing, but he hadn't noticed. He liked her
slippery feel, but rode her roughly. Most girls like it
that way, he justified. He liked it when they wiggled
and Jill really wiggled. She locked her heels around
him, Robin not sure if to press him inward or prevent
his cessation.
She moaned climax, but he wasn't convinced he'd lasted
long enough. His ejaculation felt fine, but not that
much different than with Sarah or Katherine or Heather
or whomever else on the squad got to him after a
victory. Sex was good for relaxing, anyway.
Robin was pleased with his conquest (if it could be
called his, that is), but at the same time, hardly
victorious. Even if she'd been a virgin, so what? She
needed being screwed, just like himself. Her orgasm was
probably real because her heart was still racing, he
decided. There ought to be a payoff for her too. He
took a little time with her breasts, attention that he
should have paid in foreplay. His teammates agreed that
she had the best nipples.
Some of the team bragged about not caring whom they
banged, but Robin figured that it made a difference.
He'd want it to make a difference to the girl, but
maybe it didn't, other than him being a starter in the
offensive backfield.
Some of the guys said they hoped they knocked their
girl up, as she wouldn't even know whose it was. No
girl had ever asked him to wear a condom, anyway, but
they'd not do that and run the risk of becoming
unpopular. But he'd wear one anyway. When his sister
discovered sex, he'd not want some asshole knocking her
up.
He helped her into her underpants and kissed her
because guys always should afterwards. He expected
she'd tell the squad she came three times, she'd made
his cock so hard. Heather had boasted two orgasms in
the back of her folks' station wagon with the seat
folded down. They'd just been in the front seat and had
been pretty quick.
After football there'd be basketball. Keep scoring. He
couldn't let them think he was a queer. Did he have any
life of his own?
KARA LEE
Kara Lee didn't tell her friend about how when they
were little, she and her brother would play Doctor and
Nurse. Robin would venture over her camisole,
alternating with his rubber spatula and tapping
forefinger. "Does it hurt here?"
"A little lower, Mr. Doctor," she'd encourage.
"How 'bout here?" until he was on her panties, spatula
laid aside, and she was giggling too loud.
Even then she'd insist on her turn being boss. "On your
back. You've been in a bad accident." She hadn't
exactly known about why he squirmed when she gave him
his physical, but she knew it was like why she giggled.
She'd known without being told that games played in
underpants are best played upstairs. One time he'd
suddenly rolled on his stomach and after that said they
really shouldn't. It was years before she realized what
she'd seen; back then she was just hurt.
Big brothers' secrets keep little sisters employed.
Kara Lee didn't exactly know with which girls her
brother made out, but she knew he did. Kids would say
things at school, not about Robin, but about girls she
knew he partied with. Sometimes when a girlfriend drove
him home, Kara Lee could tell from her window that they
were redressing before he got out. He had somebody's
panties hidden under his old Boy Scout uniform.
When she got to high school, she'd make out a lot too.
She'd already heard where to sit in the Roxie, how you
go to the bathroom afterwards to redo your blouse, that
sometimes a guy will make you hold his thing. He has to
make you, though.
She'd already kissed three boys and let Jackson put his
arms around her from behind. She hoped he couldn't tell
about the padding, but was glad for the foam so he
couldn't tell about her nipples. She'd told Nora about
the kisses, but Kara Lee hadn't admitted getting felt.
She would, though. She'd tell Nora how Jackson had just
used one thumb at first. She might even tell how she'd
backed up against him and got her butt just right.
Jackson tried to escape, but not before she knew
exactly what effect she'd had on him!
Kara Lee liked having her friend know what a popular
brother she had. It struck her as only natural that
Nora would be awed. "He's pretty much going steady,"
Kara Lee confirmed on hearing that Heather on the rally
squad let it be known that Robin was "a good at the big
one, especially if you have a station wagon." She'd
heard that Ruthie said that Jill said that Robin didn't
just score during the football game. "He knows what us
seniors need."
With Robin around the house, the girls would place
themselves where they could monitor him. If he came or
went, they'd look for clues. "I'll bet he's going to
take Jill to the Roxie because he put on aftershave.
You can tell around his dresser. Bet a dollar she goes
into the bathroom afterwards, you know why?"
The two would sneak in to smell and look at the clothes
he'd thrown on his bed. They liked the aftershave
aroma. Robin was a better subject for speculation than
boys their own age who, in large part, were basically
rude, stupid or boring. "Sometimes he runs to the
bathroom in them," Kara Lee revealed, wiggling a
forefinger through the fly of Robin's underpants. Kara
Lee let Nora hold them too, but Nora didn't put her
finger anywhere.
Of his love life, "They kiss goodnight, and then
sometimes they mess around," she'd told Nora. "Jill's
folks must have her on a 1:00 curfew, so I know when to
watch." From her window, Kara Lee had a straight view
into the front seat of anything parked up the street.
"They figure the hedge protects them, but that's just
from downstairs where the folks would be."
Actually, she knew rather more.
The streetlight illuminated enough of the car's
interior one Saturday to tell from how Jill's head was
planted, Kara Lee noted vicariously, that the two were
engaged in long kisses. His arm was up her pullover. At
that point, who was doing what to whom became confusing
to Kara Lee, but at the end, Jill's skirt was high
enough to show a bare buttock and Robin's pants were
down enough to show thighs under Jill's straddle. Jill
bounced herself as if she was riding a horse. Kara Lee
imagined the noise inside the car, the breathing
especially. After a number of bounces, Jill stilled and
rested her head on Robin's shoulder.
Kara Lee had the impression that Robin was looking into
her window, but why would he do that, given that she
was totally in the dark? Her hand slipped within her
panties to better feel the moisture.
Kara Lee, of course, couldn't be sure what they'd done.
She'd not seen his penis, probably hard and straight
like an arrow. Not hearing the squeak-squeak of his
mattress later, however, confirmed to her that Jill had
met a need.
It was Kara Lee who masturbated that night, bouncing on
her pillow. She was a cheerleader; her cushion, her
brother's lap. Her finger was straight like an arrow,
but after a few moments turned pliable and delicate.
She was just 15, she admitted.
It was easy enough to tell her friend Nora that Robin
made out; it was more fun adding details. But Kara Lee
wasn't sure about sharing that she'd watched him make
love, Jill bouncing on him, anyway.
A WISH
Being around Kara Lee's brother sometimes made Nora
giddy. If he weren't her friend's brother, he wouldn't
even know who she was. If he weren't her friend's
brother, Rusty and Preston would be trying to make her
go swimming with them or sit in the back of the Roxie.
It was so awful to have touched Rusty where she did,
but it wasn't her fault, Kara Lee agreed. Nora
remembered exactly how he'd made her push down and pull
back up.
If the girls were making cookies, he'd try sneaking
some dough and Kara Lee would make him wash the mixing
bowl as payment. He'd laugh at getting caught and
comply. Once he snuck a blob of soapsuds in Kara Lee's
hair and escaped before she noticed.
Once Robin even asked Nora who were her teachers to see
if he'd had them. They agreed that Mr. Wyman never
changed his sport coat and that Miss Barlow maybe had
been spy against the Nazis, the way she could see out
of the corner of her eye. Nora was afraid that her
story about Miss Barlow catching Bobby Ames reading a
Captain Midnight comic might seem stupid to someone as
old as Robin, but he laughed and laughed and said that
Miss Barlow probably used secret mirrors. Nora turned
beet red, she was so pleased, and Kara Lee hugged her
afterwards.
Once when the three were in the back yard, Kara Lee
attacked her brother and he'd in turn lifted her by her
feet to swing like a pendulum. Her shirt fell to her
armpits and she'd swung, bra exposed, until the
siblings collapsed on top of each other. Then she'd
made him kiss her forehead for being so mean. Only
afterwards did she pull down her top.
"Help me get him this time," Kara Lee had beckoned, but
Nora declined. Her top was loose too, but she wasn't
his sister.
Once Robin helped them cut pictures for a social
studies mural out of old National Geographics. He'd get
to some of those places someday, he'd said. "Yah, like
this one," countered Kara Lee, holding up an article
about birds that nest in church steeples. "You got
named for your brain size." Nora loved the way they'd
have at each other, Robin letting his little sister
deliver half the punches.
Robin was so much fun to be around. She wished she had
her own brother, one like Robin, one who used
aftershave.
"You sorta like Robin, right?" noted Kara Lee while the
glue was drying.
It's hard to hide things from friends, Nora realized,
not realizing that her sometimes her blush might be
hard to hide from anybody. "I guess."
"Maybe 'cause we're little to him, we don't mess up his
life," Kara Lee's assessment.
"Why'd we mess up his life?"
"Some of his girlfriends get a little pushy, I think,"
Kara Lee guessed, harking back to who'd being doing the
directing Jill's car. She'd listened to see if he
skipped up the stairs after he came in. He hadn't. Next
morning, he seemed less than exuberant. She'd have
thought that having sex with a size 36 should have made
him spunkier. Kara Lee had smacked him a sister's kiss
to improve his spirits and he'd smiled back.
"Oh, I see," though Nora didn't really.
"So maybe we're safer or something," concluded the
sister. "Anyway, he likes you 'cause you're my friend.
His too."
The thought made Nora happy. If she couldn't have her
own brother, her wish sort of worked out anyway.
THE THESPIAN
What Robin lacked in dramatic persuasion, he made up in
stage presence. There were better actors for lead
roles, but he was a crowd pleaser in a character part.
In the Faculty Lounge, drama coach Mrs. Grule cowered
her football counterpart into a practice schedule that
freed Robin enough to do both.
Robin knew he had it good, missing the sideline-sitting
drama rehearsals, Mrs. Grule reading his lines while he
attacked tacking dummies on the turf. Nearer opening
night, he'd learn his stage blocking.
For dress rehearsals, Jill had enough boys finding
backstage tasks to keep her performing. She would shed
the rest during the cast party for someone special.
Post-game football events were usually rowdy, not wild,
but noisy. Cast celebrations tended to be in living
rooms, not rec rooms. Cast parties tended to have wine,
not beer. Quieter, smaller cast parties led parents to
think that thespians were better behaved. Perhaps.
Footballers took their girls to cars or behind bushes;
thespians took thespians up to a bedroom.
Jill was elsewhere. Robin found himself with Katherine
who sipped a quarter of a wine cooler and made it known
that now being totally drunk, she'd lost all
inhibitions. Maybe they should find someplace quiet,
like the guest room? Joanne, whose house they were in,
had signaled it was empty.
There was a towel already on the chair. "Joanne says we
have to put this under me." When he worked her off the
towel and tried to pull it back underneath, she
declared, "Fuck it," then giggled, "No, I mean fuck
me." For Robin, it was better than screwing in a
station wagon.
Back in the party afterwards, friends gave him a thumbs
up. Katherine shuffled between him and a knot of
whispering girls the rest of the evening. One of them
gave him a thumbs up as well. He was looking at his
Timex when the one who'd given him the job-well-done
sauntered over, giggling about forgetting that it
wasn't 7-Up in her glass. Maybe they could go where
it's quieter? It beats standing around here, he
decided, following her panty line back down the hall.
"I gotta pee first," she'd informed him.
Kara Lee and Nora had been at the dressing room door
where he'd high fived them on his way out. He wished
they'd come along, not to drink or anything (they we're
just little girls), but to kick back with. They weren't
into playing roles. That little Nora was nice. A shy
bird, one who didn't know about making passes, was OK
with him. They'd talk about the play, maybe, not about
playing.
The show was several days over before he crossed paths
with his young admirer. She and his sister were on the
porch.
"You were great, Robin," quick-smiled Nora.
"Runs in the family." Robin tried to rumple Kara Lee's
hair. Attempted escape was thwarted by grabbing her
around the chest. "Hollywood, may I present..." he
boomed, then turned back to Nora, as an aside. "Mrs.
Grule doesn't trust me with more lines than my fingers
and toes." He paused, looking at his foot. "OK, now I'm
to my right middle toe," and delivered a line from the
play. All three laughed.
Still trapping his striving-to-act-irate sister, Robin
reached over and rumpled Nora's hair. She let him. "You
loan me your foot and I'll get a bigger part, maybe."
He pretended to suddenly realize where he was holding
his sister. "Whoops, Hollywood. Maybe Miss Starlet
needs a couple more years."
After her brother was inside, Kara Lee touched Nora's
arm. "He likes you plenty."
Nora's scalp felt wonderful! She supposed so did Nora
Lee's bust, but then, he was her brother.
GRIDIRON BANQUET
The end-of-season banquet was a gala affair. They'd
taken District. Getting knocked out in the first round
of State was disappointing, but the team that did it
went on to take second. Robin was sure to pull in some
award, awards maybe, though the committee generally
tried to spread things around.
The problem, from Robin's position, was that it was a
formal affair. Whomever he asked would more-or-less
have expectations for the rest of the year. They'd be
"steadies" without ever saying so. There'd be the
Christmas Dance, the Prom. Some girls saw a suburban
home and babies. If Heather, Jill, Katherine, whoever,
weren't his date, they'd probably make a big deal about
having giving him their everything. Why'd there have to
be these banquets!
Seeing the two girls playing Monopoly on the dining
room table started him thinking. "Need another player?"
"We already started, but if you want to start with
nothing, OK."
Clobbering Robin from the start made it more fun for
the girls. They gave no quarter when he pointed out it
would be more even if he were given, say, the three
remaining railroads. "Toot, toot, Charlie," ruled Nora,
which seemed funny to all three.
After spending his Get out of Jail Free, he decided to
see how his plan sounded.
"You two birds?"
"She's a vulture and I'm an eagle," ruled his sister.
"OK. Here's a deal. Since you're both midgets, you add
up to one, so what if I asked if you two want to go to
the Gridiron Banquet?"
"The football thing? It's like a big deal, isn't it?"
"Sorta."
The girls were astonished, more so when Robin added,
"I'd have to ask because it's two of you, a double
date, I'd tell 'em."
"Date?" Nora wondered.
"Maybe it would be boring, all that football stuff.
Just an idea," Robin hastened to end the inspiration.
"We'll do it if we get to dress up and don't have to
share a plate," declared Kara Lee.
The three looked at each other and beamed. There were
by now just two railroads left, but they gave them to
Robin to make it fairer, since they could see that he'd
never catch up anyway.
PREPARATIONS
When Robin let it be known that he'd be bringing his
little sister and her friend to the banquet, his
friends thought he was joking. When they realized he
wasn't, they thought he was actually pretty smart --
he'd still have most of the rally squad to screw. The
latter thought it even cute. As a football squad vastly
outnumbered the cheerleaders, none of them would be
left at home, unfucked on such an important evening.
Coach was pleased, a star treating a little sister so
nicely. Football was about character. Of course they
wouldn't have to share a plate! Nora's folks saw it as
doing something special with Kara Lee.
The two girls couldn't believe their fortune! For just
one junior high girl alone, the banquet would have been
the highest coup and the meanest message. Asked out by
a high school football player! Sitting at a special
table! Then everyone knowing you'd lost your virginity
afterwards.
With two girls, the dating implication was nil. Kara
Lee was his sister. The girls would be together. His
classmates knew that Robin screwed girls ready for it,
("Did you hear how long he did it to Jill in the
garden? She got a sore butt!"), but he wasn't a creep.
("Actually, you know what? Two punks messed with a
ninth-grader on the bus and Robin sent them to the
hospital!")
Nora's schoolgirl crush was being silly, she
recognized. It was how she felt when Tommy once gave
her a real chocolate Valentine, not one of the punch-
out paper ones. This was about a real banquet where
she'd dress up and wear makeup, not about a boy.
Kara Lee made Robin promise to drive them, not have her
parents to drop them off. They'd both sit in the front
seat. Even if it weren't a date, they'd get to do it
like one.
The two chose a tie for Robin that would look good with
both outfits. Kara Lee had an off-yellow taffeta dress.
Nora had her satin A-line, just worn once as a
bridesmaid for her cousin's wedding. She'd need some
nylons, was all. The fact that the "real" dates were
scouring downtown for new finery escaped the younger
pair. So did the expectation of the finery ending up
wadded as pillows.
They kept their bra discussion out of big brother's
ears. They agreed that showing something was part of
being dressed up. They and their friends, the flat-
chested ones like themselves, anyway, thought nothing
of wearing crew-necks, one downward glance revealing
every bit of AA's and A's. That wasn't sexy because
they weren't dressed up. It especially wasn't sexy if
they were braless because they were still pretty flat.
Taffeta and satin made peek-a-boo part of the effect.
You didn't want guys looking down your dress, but if
they did, you should look pretty.
The two ended up going to Sears together and buying
underwire bras with barely any padding and seams that
hardly showed. The lady said it gave them quite nice
figures and their moms paid, moms being a sure touch
for daughter dress up. Kara Lee said that it was good
that Nora's straps tended to show. They should either
show or slip for best effect.
The day before the event, Kara Lee announced, "I kiss
Robin goodnight all the time, but tomorrow you better
too."
What Nora didn't know was that Kara Lee told her
brother that it didn't matter about her, since she was
his sister, but he better give Nora a goodnight kiss if
he expected her not to tell the folks about some of his
girlfriends. She figured that he less she specified,
the more he'd infer that she knew, the kind of thing a
little sister can pull off.
BANQUET
"Like having my own brother!" thought Nora, waiting for
Robin and Kara Lee to pick her up. Mom again helped
make everything straight.
Robin grinned like a fool when her mom pinned the
corsage, Nora's first ever! Kara Lee had told her he'd
get them flowers, but Nora still thought he might not
because this wasn't a real date.
Kara Lee sat in the middle going and Nora would get the
middle coming back, they'd decided. The best friends
looked so cute to each other in their dresses that they
kissed. Pretty funny, the three realized, two girls
kissing, going out with the same guy, but who cared?
Robin was still grinning like he'd the whole rally
squad in tow.
Nora knew that he could see that she was wearing hose.
She knew that her dress made her look taller. She knew
that he could see the fringe of her bra and how the
wire part pushed her together a little bit. Her corsage
sat proudly below her shoulder, not that far from the
strap she hoped Robin also saw.
Entering the banquet, the older girls made big deals of
taking their date's arm. Robin, fully in the spirit of
festivity, stuck out two elbows. Nora had walked on a
boy's arm at her cousin's wedding, so she at least knew
how.
Robin had warned, "You birds are as tall as high
schoolers and everybody will watch how you hobble, so
don't," but they'd worn heels anyway. What would a guy
know? The hobbling part was true enough to merit the
elbow. In the crowd by the door, Nora accidentally
bumped a breast into him, but figured he'd not noticed.
It really was an accident, she convinced herself. Kara
Lee had him locked against her all the time, but she
was his sister. Siblings wrestle around all the time at
home, Nora decided, so he'd know everything.
Seated, she at least knew the proper way to select the
silverware. Half the team, Robin included, to her
amusement, didn't. The seating plan was player, date,
player, date, but with Robin's two, Nora had a girl to
her other side. This Sarah let Nora know that Robin was
her special friend, a better friend, it seemed to Nora,
than was Sarah's escort. "Robin and me like going to
the lake together." Sarah had real cleavage, not just
boobs pushed together by a pokey wire. She'd tug her
top down just by passing her hand over her waist, Nora
noted, whenever Robin looked her way.
After the few minutes it took Sarah to size Nora up
("Oh, I went to that school, but it seems so long
ago."), the older girl seemed less in need of
demonstrating superiority. "I like your dress. If my
slip shows, promise to tell me?" By the time for
awards, Sarah was telling her younger acquaintance that
when she came to high school next year, how to decorate
her locker. Nora made mental note.
As with the arm bit, the older girls made a big point
of kissing their date if he won an award, "He's mine,"
the proclamation. Robin, as expected, won the Offensive
Back Award, and then, not unexpected, the Team Leader
Award. Both times Kara Lee gave him a big on-the-cheek
smack and everyone cheered. After the first, Kara Lee
puckered a signal to Nora to do it too, but Nora
chickened out when opportunity again presented. Sarah
seemed pleased at her demure, if Kara Lee didn't.
The Most Inspirational Player Award, as always, went to
a flyweight who got flattened practice after practice
and kept coming for more. During the presentation,
Robin made sure that Sarah noticed him pretending to
pucker his lips at Nora. Nora reddened, but then caught
on that Robin was telling Sarah bye-bye. Afterwards in
the hallway, Kara Lee had it figured out. "Big tit
Sarah had to swallow more than her roast beef, right?"
Robin started laughing and then so did Nora. She'd been
in on the inside of a joke, even! She felt sorry for
Sarah, but maybe not too much. It made it even funnier
when Robin puckered up again. "I was sort of hoping,"
he added, drawing out the second word, joke forgotten.
Most of the team was going to a barn party. One of the
linesmen was a farm boy whose folks had volunteered
their place. One rule was that anybody who smoked had
to leave and couldn't come back. Another rule was that
anybody who vomited couldn't do it where people walked.
Exiting, the girls could hear the players, even some of
their dates, joshing about the In the Hay Award or
girls getting "one good back scratching". Sarah assured
of the latter, bid adieu with the promise that Nora too
would be partying heavy in a year or two. If she had
questions or anything, just ask. Nora doubted that
Sarah would remember the offer.
Brother and sister and friend knew that the barn party
wasn't for a trio. Nora had wondered if Robin might
drop them and pick up somebody else to play in the hay,
but he seemed uninterested in the event. He'd had fun
bringing the two, he volunteered as they headed toward
the car.
Nora could already picture Sarah at the barn, her slip
not showing because she'd stashed it behind the
tractor. She and Robin might themselves be heading to
the party, but not really, as she was only 15.
But Nora didn't need a barn for her fantasies; her head
was still swimming at being at the banquet with Kara
Lee's brother, dressed up, accidentally bumping his
arm. Going out, she didn't mind holding it tighter,
more like Kara Lee. If anything, he gave her more arm
to hang onto.
She wondered if maybe some people thought maybe it was
Robin who pinned the corsage on her dress. She hoped
so, as Mom had to pull the fabric out to do it. She let
Robin's arm pass below the flower, her breast firm and
thumping.
She hoped that somebody would notice that she was
seated in the middle as they drove home.
Robin drove to Nora's house, still telling the girls
how two cute chicks beat one with pompom brains. Nora
liked being called a chick. Nora liked sitting where
every time Robin shifted, she had to scoot to make
room. She loved the aftershave.
As Kara Lee had instructed, Robin came around and
opened the door. Kara Lee slipped out and then back in.
"Remember to say goodnight."
As fully intended, both friend and brother assumed she
was speaking to them individually. Where Kara Lee had
never backed down was that this was going to be a real
date.
Walking to her door, Nora wasn't bold enough to take
Robin's arm, as Kara Lee wasn't on the other side to
balance things. But when her heels slowed her on the
steps, he offered it and she at took it carefully. When
she tottered, she pulled into him until his bicep again
met her chest, crossed to the middle and slid back. She
was glad Mom had bought her the pretty bra, one that
satin slipped against. She knew that she'd wanted to
totter.
"It was really fun," Nora volunteered on the porch,
forgetting she didn't need his arm. If anything, she
nuzzled tighter. Before she opened the screen, they
looked at each other. If neither had moved, neither
would have responded. Just a hint of approach was all
it took for the kiss that followed.
For Nora, it was instantaneous and forever. First
kisses always are.
For Robin, it was nothing and everything. How many
girls he had kissed, he wasn't sure. Those he'd
screwed, he could recall. Nora had basically pecked and
pulled back. He was happy just feeling the little bit
of her. What would mouth-work add? Nothing. Nora was
sweet. He'd pounded those guys that bugged her.
Kara Lee was waiting for him in the car. "Thanks for
bringing her. For kissing her, I mean. It was good,
wasn't it?"
His sister's insight surprised him. "Thanks for getting
her to go."
"We're not fast like cheerleaders."
"That's why I said thanks. You get a kiss too. It's
simpler when you're 15 still."
"Wish I were 18."
Robin looked at his sibling for a moment. "You can't
tell from your window.
"She looked like a basketball being dribbled,"
reflected the observant one.
Kara Lee knew her brother noticed when she'd wear Dad's
old shirts for pajamas. It wasn't a big deal that her
brother knew a little. She clutched against him at the
banquet to get him thinking about his other arm, she'd
told herself at the time. But it was nice for her too.
It was sexier, she thought, than in Dad's discarded
button-down collar with the missing buttons.
That night Nora thought of Robin's kiss, Robin thought
of tentative breasts and Kara Lee thought of wresting
her brother when their folks weren't around.
Snuggled in her own bed, Kara Lee waited for the faint
squeaks from Robin's before reaching down. She and Nora
had never talked about "petting the bunny", what some
girls at school called it, but she wondered what the
evening would have done to her best friend.
Next day, not in her dress-up dress, Nora foresaw the
inevitable. She'd be just another little sister's
playmate. Robin with his sports wouldn't have that much
time to hang around the house. They'd still chat, Nora
supposed, but she wasn't that sure what they'd talk
about except his teams. Even then, she wouldn't know
enough not to sound stupid.
UNIVERSITY
Four years can fly right by for a girl. High school
never seemed brief from within, but afterwards, Nora
realized how quickly it went. Her junior year, she
decided to become a nurse. Dad said she'd always have a
job. Mom noted that she'd always be told what to do;
girls could be doctors too. Nora wasn't sure which, so
took the hard classes, just in case.
As Nora and Kara Lee entered high school when Robin
left for college, Nora's crush of course outgrew
itself. Their "double date" remained a great story,
especially Kara Lee's orchestration of their goodnight
kiss. Nora still remembered walking on his arm.
More or less in cahoots with Kara Lee, she'd had her
fun. Kara Lee kissed and Nora kissed. Kara Lee got
frenched and Nora got frenched. Kara Lee got felt up
and Nora got felt up. Kara Lee felt a guy's boner with
her thigh and Nora felt a guy's boner with her thigh.
Kara Lee got dry fucked and Nora got dry fucked. Kara
Lee was first, the only difference. Sometimes at the
Roxie they'd sit close enough to signal who was to what
base. Neither girl wanted to go all the way and neither
moved in the crowd that would make her. Nora was in the
band; Kara Lee, chorus. Neither was a cheerleader.
Nora and Kara Lee decided about college separately, but
together chose Nebraska. Nora planned see how pre-med
seemed. If it didn't suit her, she'd be on track for
nursing. Since she didn't like the idea of uniforms,
perhaps she'd already decided. Kara Lee liked Library
Science, being at a neat desk and helping people find
information. Kara Lee liked Nebraska because her
brother was a Cornhusker, not first string, but with
lots of playing time. The stadium held more people than
lived in their entire town!
The two friends roomed together. Next year they could
move to a sorority if that was what they wanted, but
neither did. Once Nora saw Sarah, the girl she sat by
at the banquet, walking on campus. Sarah didn't
recognize Nora, to the latter's relief. A fraternity
pin advertised "her twin qualifications for dating a
Greek", Nora told Kara Lee.
Nora would watch Robin from the stands, one red jersey
among a hundred, but she'd know by the way he stood,
hand on hip. When the announcer would say his name, she
remembered being a ninth grader. She and Kara Lee let
those seated about them know whose brother the player
was.
If they passed on campus, at least Robin was friendly.
He'd usually be in a crowd and maybe she wouldn't, but
he'd still break away to say hi. Three times Nora had
gone with Kara Lee to his fraternity house to deliver
something sent from home. One time he'd sat with them
in the front lounge and got them cocoa from the
kitchen.
Once, when Nora showed him the biology book she was
lugging, he said that she better be a doctor, that she
was smart enough. "Maybe a surgeon, because they don't
allow high heels in the operating room." They laughed,
just like back when. He remembers the banquet, Nora
thought, blushing ninth-grade style. It's so silly; all
that happened was a tiny kiss.
Nora told Kara Lee about the high heel laugh. "You bet
he remembers," agreed her friend, recalling the squeak
of Robin's bed. He'd brought himself on so slowly that
night, his sister thought, just how she'd do it were
she replaying every moment. Why hadn't her dummy
brother ever asked Nora out again, even if she were
just in ninth? He'd liked her as a real person, not for
her tits, like those girls he parked with. Guys can be
so stupid! Too bad they can't see what sisters can.
But maybe it was for the best, she rationalized. Had
Robin taken Nora out, she wouldn't have had a clue
about protecting herself. They might have gone to the
Roxie and Robin forgotten that she was little. A sister
couldn't stop things sometimes. Ninth-graders who dated
high schoolers sometimes missed their periods.
TOGA TIME
Toga Time at Robin's house was an event famous across
campus. Everybody wore sheets and garlands. There was a
punch bowl for the faculty advisor to taste (he knew to
leave by 9:00) and another with the real stuff. If a
girl had no underwear, she'd hold her goblet in her
left hand. To get onto the orgy room, you knocked twice
and then three times. The grape eating contest was
really where coeds would put a guy's balls in their
mouth! The Brother having sex with the most sorority
coeds got to be the house president. Rumors became
legends.
Nora and Kara Lee knew that most of the hype was just
imagination, but everybody agreed that fraternities had
fuck rooms in their basements. Some said that
sororities did too, but they changed the sheets. Nora
might want to make love if she met the right guy
someday, but in a room named for it?
When Robin said that they could come over in the
afternoon to help decorate the Greek columns and Roman
fountain, the girls were delighted. Nobody from their
dorm was going to the real party, so they'd be the
experts, at least on the layout.
The pledges had spent all night draping walls, turning
old bathtubs into goldfish ponds, fabricating palm
branches to wave before royalty, and down the list of
transformations. There wasn't actually that much left
to decorate. Robin showed them where the Golden Harp
would sit, though he admitted that it was actually
broken. No matter. Only Brothers could touch it.
Alcohol was already flowing, anticipated debauchery
exciting tractable imaginations. As the two were
leaving, having sampled the Coliseum Master's grape
basket, Robin caught up. "It gets kinda raunchy toward
the end sometimes, but if you two want to come back for
just the start, I'll tell the guys at the door. You'll
be OK, I promise, being my sister and everything. But
you two birds can't stay long, you gotta promise. And
stay together."
The two looked at each other. There was no question
what the last bit was about. Robin wasn't laughing when
he added it. Nobody used the word "rape", but any girl
who came knew she'd be thought to be asking for it.
There was a story that the pledges were sent to catch a
girl for the Pledgemaster.
"Just wrap a sheet around what you're wearing now. That
stuff about underneath is stupid," Robin paused, goblet
in hand, "for almost everybody. Find me and don't drink
anything but from the front punch bowl." He thought
some more. "Maybe wear old sheets, though, in case
somebody spills punch on you."
Afterwards, Kara Lee was a bit put off by the
condensation. She and Nora had been further than he
might realize! Like they needed to be told about the
booze! Just because they chose not to fuck around like
him and his rah-rah bimbos! They'd done the Roxie.
They'd just left the mess in the guy's pants was the
only difference.
The two would be there. The whole dorm would be waiting
for their report.
BACCHUS SANS VENUS
Slipping into the melee, nobody even asked if they were
invited. Girl gatecrashers didn't seem unwanted. Maybe
the fraternity invited extra girls, Nora wondered, for
their fuck room. The sheets had seemed ridiculous when
she and Kara Lee practiced in their room, but here
everybody looked ridiculous.
They hadn't wanted to come too early, where they might
stick out. The music was a Four Freshmen LP, not Roman.
Nora could tell which girls were topless underneath.
Lots, actually. One girl, smiling as if on camera, let
a Roman guard squirt his wineskin on her front until
the cotton clung around her nipples.
Kara Lee filled her cup from a back punch bowl, but
Nora stayed with Robin's instruction. She knew that
Kara Lee wouldn't drink too much, but even still, Nora
didn't want to get buzzy. When at last they saw Robin
brandishing some sort of trophy on the stair steps, he
waved at them. Nora waved back, that she was having a
good time.
She knew most of the Greek Letters. There on the
banner: phi, omega, rho, nu, iota, kappa alpha, tau,
epsilon. "Fornicate," she sounded out, sophomoric even
to a freshman. Unless you wanted to get drunk, she
supposed, this gala wasn't that interesting after you
looked at the decorations and they'd done that in the
afternoon. Hardly anybody was just talking. Of those
who were, none were in classes she had, so what would
they talk about?
Dancing appeared to be for thighing crotches. Maybe if
she knew the guy, she would, since she'd done it in
high school, but she didn't really know anybody. A
blond slave got Kara Lee on the dance floor and was
giving her some signals, but then another whom Nora
recognized as a house officer pulled the first one
aside.
"Crapola," said Kara Lee, again boyless, "I'll bet he
told that I was Robin's sister. He was getting nice and
stiff."
"Two less lovers lined up for the basement," suggested
Nora.
"No way. 'Bout had him right there in his toga sheet."
Emboldened guys casually touched coed's backs for bra
straps. Discerning that the two weren't ready to
untoga, they moved on.
A knot of inebriants was inventing a game in which a
girl would secret an olive somewhere on her person and
the boys would have to locate it. A boy would do the
same for the girls. "Ohmygod! He's got three!" in
shrieked revelry. Kara Lee figured they could invite
themselves in, females being the minority, but Nora
thought better of being wholesale mauled.
A girl was telling a joke. "So the boss says, 'Sally,
you'll need to mate me at 2:55 to review the procedure
for my 3:00 mating with Mrs. McGillicutty.' And the
secretary says, 'Like we're doing now, but if you want
to get the contract, give her ten.'" Lame, thought
Nora, "mate" where it should have been "meet". Maybe
she missed the punch line.
Toga Time review, thought Nora: worth seeing, worth
telling about, but not worth staying for. Kara Lee had
been beside her, but was now talking with some of her
brother's friends. Nora waved, let's get out of here.
Kara Lee looked around, bobbed her head in agreement,
got drawn back into the conversation and finally broke
free for just enough time to say, "Gotcha. Go find
Robin so he'll know."
Nora nodded, glad for purpose. She checked the kitchen,
the dining room, the porch, wherever partygoers had
migrated. Nobody seemed to know, but a girl abandoned
by the fireplace thought maybe some potheads were
tripping out upstairs.
Robin might do drugs, Nora supposed. He shouldn't, but
it wasn't her business. She'd just not notice. Up the
stairs it did smell of fumes not unknown in Nora's
dorm. Several indulgers palmed their joints long enough
to assess that she wasn't the law.
"Just looking for Robin," uncomfortable being there.
"Want a toke?" offered a Roman gladiator. When she
shook her head, "How 'bout a fig, then?" offering a
platter. She accepted. He tipped his head down the hall
behind. "Round the corner a while ago."
"Thanks," stepping over his sword.
"Come on back after you find him. Weed makes figs taste
better." She didn't do that stuff, but at least the
smoker had something to do. Plus he shared.
Turning the corridor, Nora entered a different party.
She passed a threesome, two guys and a coed. The
turbaned male was armlocking his captive from behind,
trying to pour a drink down her mouth. Her top was
open, her breasts no larger than Nora's. The other was
painting her chest with what looked to be finger paint,
red. Nora couldn't tell if her twists were in
provocation or in struggle, but her eyes were dulled in
confusion. Nora didn't want to know.
She pushed onward amidst bodies humping under sheets,
furious as if in a race. Others were watching,
chortling, prodding. Before she could avert her stare,
Nora saw an erect penis and a girl who'd shaved her
pubic hair. She told herself that it would be normal to
see such things in the medical field, but she still
felt ill.
Maybe this place didn't have a fuck room where brothers
could take their date for private sex. It had a hall
where they did it in public. She wanted to run, but
knew she'd falter. She saw herself falling into the
abyss, unable to push naked revelers off her. They'd
paint her front because she'd ventured around the
corner. They'd...
Turning to escape, Nora stumbled around a threesome - a
boy and two girls, one still more-or-less a Cleopatra,
the other in half-slip and bra.
Nora froze. The boy was Robin.
"Romeo, where are thou," the semi naked one was
orating, her cheek on Robin's lap. All three seemed to
be smashed, alcohol or marijuana, Nora wouldn't know
which. "My Romeo!" purred the mouth to the bulge under
his toga. Cleopatra was waving a pair of boxers for the
hall's perusal, evidence of their progress.
The determined girl saw Nora, "His name is really
Robbie." Her hand was under the sheet, stroking. "And
this is my little Romeo. Maybe it needs a little kiss
or something?"
Robin's eyes spoke less of intoxication than of slurred
humiliation.
The seductress pulled the sheet enough to see his
matted pubic hair. Had someone poured a drink on him
too, Nora wondered. The vamp exposed his penis, not
erect, but large, and wagged it. "Oh, Juliet," she
spoke its lines. "Let down your hair," confusing
classic with fairy tale.
"Just shoot the asshole and we'll find a harder one,"
suggested the other. "Anybody think football guy can
hit the wall?" competing for an audience.
"Nora?" Robin looked straight at her.
"Who's she?" asked the dressed one, dropping the
underpants as she would a soiled rag.
"I'm his sister and you leave him the fuck alone," Nora
declared without realizing that she'd used the "f" word
and she wasn't his sister.
The one making Robin erect raised her head, "Well he
never said no," then added in petulant explanation,
"It's not our fault he can't hold his booze worth
shit."
"Nora?" Robin gagged.
Had these girls no shame, Nora wondered? "Just let him
vomit."
The two left, the one in just underwear straightening
her hair.
"Kara Lee wouldn't have let them fuck you out here."
She doubted that Robin understood, but he pulled the
sheet over his middle.
A girl behind Nora was climaxing, spread legged and
grim faced beneath a fat boy. Her face was flushed, but
her breasts were pale. The entourage had pulled off
their cover to watch his testicles. "She's in Home Ec,
so we're making her a mommy," a less-fat boy declared.
An inebriant clasped Nora's calf, but Nora shook him
off. She'd not stumble. The disgust of a freshman girl
sent copulating upper-classmen scooting out of her
path.
On her way out, Nora passed the finger-painted girl
huddled against the wall. From the side, Nora at first
couldn't tell if she was in panties or if it was paint
smeared on her hip. It was paint. Nora tossed the coed
her sheet. "Get out of here before they find their
friends."
Bus 6 came to her memory. She stood the shivering coed,
wrapped her in the sheet and led her downstairs. The
paint made the sheet stick to the girl's flesh. Helping
somebody helped Nora feel less ill.
The bored girl by the fireplace said the painted one
was a Tri Delt and she'd be glad for the excuse to help
her to her sorority. Nora heard her say, "Fuck you" to
the boys by the door when they objected that she'd
given the drunk one somebody else's shoes.
Nora was crying when she pulled Kara Lee away. "They
were going to make him have sex right there in the
hall."
Kara Lee wanted to go back and get the girls, but Nora
said no. Robin had seen her and she didn't want to see
him.
Back in the dorm, the two reported a few aspects of
Toga Time, but without the enthusiasm the other girls
expected. A few girls seemed to already know the rest.
WALKING TO HISTORY
Nora figured she'd see no more of Robin. Kara Lee had
seen him in the Union, but siblings have to work things
out. Nora didn't have anything to say, anyway. Probably
that girl getting painted wanted them to bring their
friends. Probably the Home Ec girl wasn't being raped;
it was the guy she was engaged to. Probably Nora had
just wrecked things for Robin in his fraternity, crying
at a party she shouldn't have even been to. He probably
had sex all the time with lots of sorority girls and
she'd messed it up. Probably she should be a nurse
because he'd said doctor.
Kara Lee didn't bug her about it. If anything, Kara Lee
tried to be nicer. She'd held Nora's hand when they'd
walked home.
So back to the books.
On Friday, however, Kara Lee announced, "Got your
mittens?"
"Huhh?"
"For the game. It's going to be freezing."
"Gotta study."
"Nora, that's stupid. It's Robin, right?"
"Maybe."
"He says thanks."
"Oh."
"Like when you told him thanks. You evened it up,
maybe."
"Oh."
"We won't see him after the game. They have State Cops
around the field."
The Huskers lost, Robin adding but 23 yards to total.
Life in Nebraska isn't accustomed to such Saturdays.
On Wednesday, Kara Lee caught Nora before chemistry
lecture. "Be here on the steps by the bike rack. When
you get out."
"What for?"
"Because I said so."
Robin was standing by the bicycles. "Hi, Nora," looking
at her loafers.
"Sorry about the game."
He grimaced, glad for the delay. "Wish that's how Coach
put it." He looked around. "Walk you to your next
class?" and turned toward History of Western Civ
without waiting for agreement.
How does he know where, Nora asked herself?
"I told Kara Lee to tell you thanks, but she said I had
to."
"OK."
"She said she wanted to bust those two, but you didn't.
That's the difference, me and you."
"You did it because I wasn't experienced."
Robin stopped walking. "So why bother about me? I can
look out for myself."
She thought a moment. "Kind of a joke date back then, I
guess. Me all dressed up. Puppy love, we'll call it."
Better left at that. Nora smiled for just a moment, her
ninth-grade flash.
"You were the prettiest one," Robin added without
enough time to fabricate an untruth.
"Hanging on your arm was a big enough deal for me."
Robin recalled, "Me too. It was more than you just
being pretty, though." They crossed at the crosswalk.
"They had a party afterwards that I didn't want you to
go to."
"We knew. In a barn."
"I didn't go."
"That once." Nora swallowed the bitter taste of togas.
The two were at History already.
"The way you saw me..." Robin stalled.
"It doesn't matter," Nora lied.
"Makes me see myself."
Nora reflected. "Your choice, Robin."
"I chose wrong," he admitted. "Maybe there was a reason
that once," he tried, but couldn't continue. They stood
a moment. "So Nora? This is pretty weird, just an idea,
I guess."
"What?"
"You two go with me to the Cornhusker Banquet. Coach
already said I could. He likes the idea of having
little sisters there and everything."
"So I'm not your little sister."
"That's my point. Maybe that's about the reason."
"I don't know," but she took his arm as the steps to
the Lecture Hall were steep. Could he feel her heart
beat? "Maybe we're busy or something."
"Kara Lee said you'd wear matching red scarves, even if
she hates the color."
CORNHUSKER BANQUET
Kara Lee and Nora were seated on the same sides of
Robin as when they were 15. It seemed to be the same
menu, roast beef being traditional to football players.
Differences included not a padded bra, not three in the
front seat (Kara Lee slipped in the back), garish red
scarves and no heels. Both took an arm anyway.
Nora couldn't tell, but Kara Lee could - Robin was
happier tonight than after any score he'd ever made.
Another difference for Nora was sitting next to a
potential donor who liked her neckline. He'd seemed
surprised when Nora said pre-med, but then justified
that he supported football because Nebraska was top-
notch in academics. She should be a hand surgeon
because she'd have the fine-motor skill for fixing
tendons. Afterwards, Kara Lee noted how the benefactors
were seated beside pretty coeds. The players likely to
drop out after the bowl game were parked further away.
There was no after-party. Nora figured that in college,
everybody probably just went to an apartment, a motel,
a fuck room, if you like, and had sex without getting
hay in their clothes. It wasn't her issue.
The three drove back to the dorm. In the turnaround,
Kara Lee leaned over the seat and planted a lipsticky
smack on her brother's cheek. "One date every four
years makes it maybe a dozen more before we die," she
cheerfully calculated. Then to Nora, "That's my
goodnight kiss to him," emphasizing the "my".
It was as much a date as the one before, anyway. She
didn't dislike Robin or anything. He was her best
friend's brother. She'd just come along on a whim.
Anybody would have wanted to go to the banquet. He had
his life; she had hers.
But she still turned toward Robin a little, enough, she
hoped, to not look like she'd forgotten that other
banquet.
Little sister interrupted. "Time for me to say
goodnight. You two are about four years behind. So
Nora, tell him where you went to high school. And
Robin, tell her that you know about electrical
transformers or something." Kara Lee hopped out
triumphant. She didn't need physical evidence.
They watched her till she was through the double door.
"I mean, maybe things are different," ventured Robin,
still watching.
"Maybe. I was in the band," Nora heard her voice racing
for a diversion, "and got to co-direct part of a march
at graduation. And I did lights for the plays."
Robin turned. "Sophomore year, I quick kicked against
Oklahoma and they didn't have a clue. 40 yards and it
rolled another 15."
"Is that good?"
For Robin, their kiss was nothing and everything. It
was nothing because she was out the door before he
could catch her. It was everything, because everything
was before them.
For Nora, their kiss was instantaneous and forever.
First kisses, second time around, always are.
Kara Lee was pretending to be already asleep in case
Nora didn't want to talk, so Nora had to also pretend
and shake her. As soon as they quit pretending, they
sat on Kara Lee's bed, knees touching.
"He kissed me!"
"Duhh."
"For real, I mean!"
"Like I'm not three pages ahead of him? You too, maybe,
turtle dove."
"We didn't do anything else," Nora not doubting Kara
Lee about the pages ahead.
"Duhh."
"You think?"
"Until it's right for you. I almost saw his cock once,
you know?"
"Pervert! Not that."
"Well you got to see it when those two got him naked at
that party."
"He wasn't all the way naked."
"When I got to be the nurse, sometimes I'd poke it,
but, like I said, you saw it." She turned serious.
"About love? Sometimes it just takes a few years for
the obvious to get that way to guys. That's why half
brains, I mean halfbacks, need sisters." She brightened
up. "Back then, I thought it was because he had to pee
really bad."
CHRISTMAS BREAK
Robin had never waited for much as his sister saw it,
but she deemed that Nora's first time shouldn't be in a
back seat, on a blanket in some freezing park or at
some scummy motel. Robin happened to remember a big
four-poster bed in the basement of his fraternity. They
could have it all night because he was a senior,
confirming what everyone said about fraternities. Not
that way, advised Kara Lee, though she agreed that the
old double switcheroo, how a dormie stayed out till the
next morning, would have been a snap.
It was Kara Lee who decided on waiting till Christmas
when they'd all be home. Roomies know each other's
periods like their own and that worked out like the
Pope advised. Not revealing that Nora knew how to dry
fuck, Kara Lee advised her brother to employ the
intervening weeks to little-by-little guide her along
the path. "Don't go giving her the cross-chest carry
right away, how you bully me like a big meanie."
"My Boy Scout lifesaving merit badge said, Reach,
Throw, Row, and Go," brother flashed back with sister.
"Oh. Help! Help! I'm... blub, blub!" flinging up her
elbows so he'd reach underneath the way he'd always
known she liked.
She likewise suggested to Nora that she not surrender
too easily. "Genetically small like ours, their per-
inch price goes up. Let him show you how he earned his
walking-old-ladies-across-the-street merit badge a
bunch of times. Or was it walking-such-innocent-girls-
to-the-gorilla-banquet one?"
The lovebirds could prove it on Kara Lee's own bed, she
offered. Robin's had too much of a squeak, she'd told
them both, probably more with the weight of two than
just him working alone. Little sisters miss few
opportunities to reinforce their leadership.
Christmas break, Nora came over to spend the night.
"Just like when we were in junior high," Kara Lee told
her mother. "We have our dolls, even," not mentioning
the extra sheets. Nora wasn't sure about which
nightgown, but Kara Lee said that her robin-egg blue
was perfect because he was Robin. "Anyway, you won't
wear it for long."
Kara Lee told her friend Nora the story about when she
was about nine and fell off her bicycle and scraped her
knee. Robin knew exactly what to do from first aid in
Scouts. What she remembered best, though, was how
gentle he'd been, holding her hand so it wouldn't hurt.
He'd be that gentle.
Kara Lee slipped into an old shirt of her dad's and
went to fetch her brother after their folks were
asleep. She told Nora that she'd make Robin wait 5
minutes because it would be good for him. Little
sisters know these things.
She made it 10 for good measure, hushing his mouth with
one forefinger and painting a swab of aftershave on his
cheek with the other. Rather than pointing him to her
door, however, she backed him against the wall and held
his palm to her breast until his fingers engaged her
nipple on their own volition. Little sisters like it
too.
His erection, taut within his pajamas, caught between
her legs, cotton the only obstacle between thrust and
parted thighs. She let him reciprocate, unspoken and
physical. Little sisters can't deny that part either.
"Robin," her eyes spoke silently, "She loves you.
That's the reason." Kara Lee knew he'd realized in Nora
what he'd never found in lesser girls. And she knew her
own arousal was such that if backed onto his bed, she'd
wantonly succumb. She couldn't tell him whom to choose.
Little sisters can't decide for big brothers.
The siblings made love without coupling, without
orgasm. Little sisters can love their brothers that
much.
Then she kissed him, another kind of moisture. He was
ready for Nora. Nora was ready for him. Little sisters
instruct without words.
After Kara Lee and her brother exchanged rooms, Kara
Lee heard the squeaks from her own bed. She'd been the
first to do about everything that she and her best
friend did. Nora needed to be first with this one,
though. The squeaks cadenced slowly for the longest
time before the final sprint. Then the quiet. She'd
told Nora to hold him motionless afterwards to let him
feel her contractions. Little sisters realize the power
of stillness.
Kara Lee knew that Nora and Robin were holding hands
under the breakfast table. Nora's little smile kept
popping out at moments as odd as, "Pass the Cornflakes,
will you?" Robin's eyes hardly left her friend. He
didn't look like a Cornhusker halfback. He didn't look
like a regular-old-sleepy-in-the-morning brother. He'd
found his nest.
DONALDSON AND VANDERPOOL, PC
Nora's in practice now, Donaldson and Vanderpool, PC,
Hand and Extremity Surgeons. "I can't help you play the
clarinet better, but we'll do our best so you can play
it like before," Dr. Vanderpool tells her patients,
most who need a moment to see the point.
Her partner, Mathew Donaldson, MD, is African American.
Though they didn't know each other in their formative
years, they both rode Bus 6 Wednesday afternoons. Small
world. Woodwinds never worked out for her, just as
boxing never got Mathew where his dad had hoped. So
they fix peoples' hands instead.
Big things happen like integrating the buses. Big
things happen like love.
Nora and Robin haven't missed the Cornhuskers at home
in 17 years. Because of the disposable income
associated with her profession, they fly on the Husker
charter to bowl games.
Kara Lee always stays with Nora and Robin when she's in
Lincoln, but that's not often. As she tells her
brother, "I screw the Democrats every day. We two just
love each other another way, right?" She works for the
Republican National Committee.
THE END
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Holly on the Web
Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to
the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way
to update the various servers. As literary errors (or
just poor word usages) are made know to me, I'll repair
that which is salvageable on
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You can contact me via the site's message form, that
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I won't be changing the story significantly, so if you
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But if you did like it, an update may read a bit more
cleanly.
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