Rose B. Mashal
Publication date: January 27th 2016
Genres: Erotica, Romance
Her smiles brought my own to life. Her beautiful face was what made me get out of bed every morning. Looking into her eyes was my favorite part of the day.
She was in my every thought, in every passing second.
My lips craved her lips, and my hands yearned to touch her beautiful skin. My heart called out her name with every beat, and I only had eyes for her.
Her. My life, my soul, my personal Heaven-on-Earth.
She was everything I had ever wanted, but everything I could never have.
She was my flesh and blood.
She was my sister.
My heart started beating fast as I saw her coming down the stairs. Wearing her white, strapless sundress, with her hair down caressing her shoulders, she looked like an angel.
Her green eyes caught mine, and I saw the sadness filling them. She masked it right away, replacing it with a furious stare—trying to tell me that she was mad at me for what I did with her a while ago in her room.
Well, she could fool anyone else she wanted, but not me. She liked it, and I fucking knew it.
The hem of her short dress danced along her upper thighs as she took one hurried step after another. Ignoring her angry look, I licked my lips, knowing that it would make her look away because she wouldn’t want me to see the need in her eyes.
And that was exactly what she did. But she was helpless against the redness of the blush which covered her face and neck as she passed me.
“Daddy?” she began as she approached our father, who was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee while he read the newspaper.
“Hmm?” He looked up from the papers in his hand, facing her.
“I… Um, I want to talk with you about something,” she said, looking at the floor—her blush growing more intense.
“Sure. What is it?”
“I…Uh, I…” As Lily stood there, hesitant to say what she wanted to say, she looked at our mom, who was sitting at the table across from where Lily was standing. She even caught my eyes for a quick second, but then looked down right away.
“Do you want to go into my office, Lily?” he asked, placing the paper on the table.
“Uh, no… It’s fine. I just… Uh, well, I’m going to graduate soon, and … uh, there is that guy in my school—”
“H—he asked me out more than one time and … uh, I want to say yes.”
“Lily, sweetheart, we’ve talked about this before, and you know the rule,” he said in his calm voice.
“But, Dad, I’m almost eighteen; I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m the only one my age who’s not allowed to date!”
“Dave,” Mom interrupted, “I think Lily is mature enough to make good decisions.”
Fuck that, she doesn’t know shit.
“But, Beth, she’s not even eighteen yet.”
“Honey, it’s just a matter of a few months before she leaves for college. It’s better that she starts dating now and learns more about the kind of relationship she wants before she starts a new phase in her life. Don’t you think?”
My blood started to boil in my veins. My own mother was convincing my dad with logic. Now he was actually thinking about it. I didn’t want him to fucking think about it; I want him to say a clear no.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think it’s—”
“Please, Dad. Even Adrian is allowed to date, and we’re the same age. It’s not fair,” She pointed in my direction without looking.
“I’m older!” I called out, correcting her.
“By ten minutes, asshole!” she yelled back at me.
“Language, Lillian,” Mom warned.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! They were actually considering this bullshit? I had to set my glass of orange juice down on the table so I didn’t end up throwing it at one of them.
“The only reason I don’t want you to date is that you’re so innocent, and I don’t want someone to break your heart, sweetie.”
Or break your fucking hymen.
“I’m old enough to know how to choose, and I’m mature enough to face the responsibilities of my choices, Dad.”
My Dad let out a long sigh, and then I saw the hint of a smile forming on his lips.
No! No! No! No fucking way. Come on!
“So… That’s a yes?”
“Yes, Lily, you can say yes.” He smiled.
Fuck! A million fucking fucks!
“Thanks, Dad. You’re awesome.” She bent down and placed a kiss on his cheek.
“You’re welcome, sweetie. “
She did the same with Mom. “Thanks, Mom.”
She walked over and stood right in front of me. She was so close I could smell her soft peach shampoo as she leaned in a little bit, picking my glass up off the small table.
“I’ll take that if you don’t want it,” she smiled softly, not waiting for me to reply as she took a sip without taking her eyes off of mine. I’m sure that the green in them was replaced with the darkness of my anger.
I only snarled at her.
She leaned forward again, her lips just an inch away from my face. She was so close I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. It took everything in me not to moan.
“I win, Dear Brother, “she whispered and then touched her soft lips to my cheek.
She thought she was going to date now that she had permission?
She thought that she’d go out with a guy and kiss and hug and fuck?
She thought I’d ever allow anyone to touch what was mine?
No fucking way in hell!
When she was about to back off after kissing me, I gripped her forearm and whispered back. “Over my dead body, little sister.“
Rose is a loved mother, wife, and a stay at home lawyer. Writing is her passion, and reading is her obsession. Music is her best friend and sarcasm is her speaking trend. One of her joys is bringing happiness to others and her biggest wish is that they stay true to one another. Through her stories, she wants to spread nothing except understanding, peace and love.