Stepbrother No More

Meanwhile, back in the real world, a.k.a. my new school, I had a bit of a hard time. I hit puberty a bit earlier before all my peers. In fact, this very fact led a few girls at my new school to become sort of mean to me. I blossomed over a few months and went from a completely flat chest to a plump full C cup on their way to a D cup. And with my tiny flat waist, it was a very big adornment hard to conceal beneath my white crisp uniform button up. It was nearly impossible to hide my cleavage as I tucked my uniform shirt into my skirt. Because of this, the girls would say mean things and make fun of me.

The worst of it came though when I was in 8th grade.

It was time to go to big the 8th grade dance of the year. The girls were so mean they fake “asked” me pretending to be the hottest guy in our grade (who actually had a girlfriend, one of the mean girls). But naïve me, I had no idea. “He” had written a letter to me asking me to the dance.

The letter detailed where to meet and what time. When I showed up looking all snazzy, excited and proud—Mom took me shopping with Rick’s black Amex on Rodeo drive—all these girls laughed at me, snapping my photo saying what a whore I was just like my mother, trying to steal other men. That I should go back where I came from. Yeah, Claire was pretty much a part of that cruel joke I was sure of it. It was a disaster and I practically ran from the school like Cinderella in my chiq white dress fit for a budding lady. Tears pooled down my cheeks.

But somehow Kyle found out about it all and tracked me down blocks away from the school.

A hot sophomore, a promising athlete, and a sexy-as-hell-musician-could-be-rockstar-intellectual, he had the girls all over him.

I’ll never forget it as he zoomed up in his luxury Porsche convertible. “Care to dance?”

“What?” I was beyond repair.

“Come on. Let’s go to the dance. Let me take you. A beautiful girl like you needs to piss all the girls off by showing up. You know they’re just jealous of you. No one has looks like you. Not even the 9th or 10th graders. You’re just going to have to get used to the mean girls. Now, come on. The last thing I want is for you to go home and eat a big bowl of ice cream all by yourself.”

My dress was a strapless dress and my cleavage was just like the young women in the regal time era wore them. Plump and full. And I couldn’t help it! I really felt like a young woman and I was proud of my becoming looks. I couldn’t help but to notice a few teachers flash there eyes lustily my way and this was a whole new world to me—the world of becoming a woman.

It was there dancing close when I felt his body against mine that I began to feel feelings arise in me. I was still getting used to these new feelings.

Completely mortified, I pulled back and tried to play it off. Thankfully a fast song came on and we were able to just let lose and have fun.

There were so many ooos and awwws as all the girls went weak in the knees at the sight of Kyle at the dance and were probably damp in their own panties! Jokes on them!

I’ll never forget that night where he came to my rescue and gave me such comfort. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Hell yes.”

We had a good laugh as we zoomed out of there as the crowd of awe struck 8th graders watched our exit with starry eyes. I laughed so hard as I slapped my leg feeling high as a kite.

“Oh my gosh, you should have seen your face! Their faces! Classic revenge.” His smile was contagious.

“I know it!” The air felt so fresh against my lose waves.

He turned up some fun music before clearing his throat and turning it back down. I’ll never forget what he said—“You know, Kelly. You’re a very beautiful girl. But tonight, you look incredible. I have a feeling I’m going to have to keep an eye out for you next year in High School.”

I smiled and thanked him, feeling comforted by his sweetness.

Later that night, I slipped on the comfy and soft, two-year-old Batman t-shirt he had given me, my short satin shorts and threw my hair up. We popped some popcorn and watched a good old movie late into the night. We were movie buffs he and I and time always disappeared beneath the lights and worlds of characters set in other time and worlds. But I made myself go up to my room earlier than normal because I was feeling soooo...strange. Especially from the confused feelings from earlier while we were dancing together so close. Something in me was awoken. A door. A window. I wasn’t sure. But he thought I was beautiful and I could barely sleep a lick that night. The night was so fun and magical. And I couldn’t stop replaying feeling safe and adored in his arms. Those curious feelings kept me up all night until sweet dreams offered my tired brain a moment of reprieve.

Chapter Two

High School came faster than I anticipated and just like Kyle had predicted, I was fresh meat in the eyes of all the High School seniors who longed to pop my cherry.

But I was not a slut.

No sir!

In fact, I wanted to be a virgin until I was with someone I really cared about someone. Being the romantic type, it had to be with the right person. Just had to be.

One time, in my sophomore year, Kyle beat up another guy because of the dirty things he said in the locker room of the things he wanted to do to me. Like I said, Kyle was the perfect brother. When I started junior year, Kyle left for USC film school and I missed him dearly. He was like a best friend. Yet every time he’d come home for a home cooked meal or to do his laundry, we’d always find ourselves back in the movie theater watching old movies and film. It became a habit of mine to go throw on the soft black Batman and Robin t-shirt and cozy leggings or shorts and pop some popcorn, drink hot cocoa while the outside world would disappear for hours outside the movie theater walls.

But this time we sat just a bit closer and I couldn’t help the feelings that now really fought to be seen by all of me. It was a longing, like...a longing to curl up and be cozy in a different way. As soon as this longing rang like a siren, I made sure to move to the furthest edge of the couch.

His next visit, I wore long leggings and a big sweatshirt to make sure my hard nipples couldn’t catch him off guard and give me away in the soon becoming thin t-shirt.

Every other weekend until my senior year, Kyle was home. And every summer my best friend was back. Every holiday, he warmed my heart with his cheerful countenance and easy breezy company.

But everything wa

s about to change from easy breezy to hurricane passion—the night of my 18th birthday.

For my 18th birthday, Kyle was practically jumping up and down in excitement to give me my present. It was a small box. As soon I opened it and saw the words Comic Con I screamed. “Oh my freaking god! Comic con!” I jumped up and down and nearly exploded from utter elation.

“Yes! Sorry I missed your actual birthday on Wednesday but I’ll be here for the party tomorrow night! In the meantime, Comic Con?” He held up the tickets and I grabbed them from him. “Yes!”

Because I wanted to pursue being a writer, and I was obsessed with superheroes and fantasy worlds, I already had the best outfit hanging out in my closet from Halloween. A skin tight, shiny spandex suit of Gamora.

I’ll never forget the look in his eyes as I walked down the stairs. My breasts were now a 32dd and I unzipped the zipper just right...just to give away enough cleavage but not too much. One could pretty much see the outlines of my naked body, but hey, I’ve always heard, flaunt it while you’ve got it! And I was proud of my body so it was time to flaunt it! And the truth was, something in me wanted him to notice me again; all of me. I was now a woman and not the 8th grader he complimented so many years ago.

As I walked down the stairs excited to be in my outfit, I saw his face; I knew that look.

He quickly put his Batman mask on, perhaps it was to hide his bubbling feelings or was it all in my head? “Awesome outfit! This is going to be a blast. Let’s get going so we won’t be late!”

All throughout the night, the booths and sights were so much fun. But all along I felt him. Beside me brushing my arm. And I’d see those eyes of his discretely like yearn to eye me from the side of the mask. I caught him a few times when he didn’t think I did.

But everything, I mean everything changed when we reached for the same comic at a stand. Our hands brushed against each other and neither of us moved them.

“Awwww you two are sooooo adorably in love! It’s so cute!”