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Seasons of Change part 1
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...Seasons of Change...
"Damn, it's hot," I thought to myself as the sweat cascaded from
my brow. Summer was not my favorite season, but it always made me
reminiscent for the days when all the neighborhood kids would come to our
house for pool parties. You see, I was the only boy close to the age of
my sister and her friends. For a long time this worked against me. They
would gang up on me and make my life hell whenever they all got together.
Then one summer, their interest in me...shifted.
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I was twelve that summer, and all the girls my sister Megan hung
out with were fourteen or fifteen. They were all obnoxious to no end,
and my sister was the worst of the lot. She had to show off, you
know, so her deeds of mishief perpertrated upon me were especially
irritating. It had seemed to me that the past two or three years,
while their bodies were changing, their attitudes had gotten
increasingly intolerable. They all thought they were *so* cool!
Stupid girls, I thought. I vowed never to get married after spending
so much time as their object of torment. Why couldn't there be more
BOYS in this neighborhood?
As school let out that summer, I had resigned myself to yet
another Season of Torture under the hands of those little witches. My
sister, Megan, decided to start the fun right off the bat, inviting
all her friends over to swim the very afternoon school finished. I
watched their festivities from the safety of my bedroom window,
wincing whenever one of them screeched in delight for whatever reason.
I watched with an unfamiliar interest as my sister and her friends
splashed about, my eyes following their bodies and lingering on the
places where I noticed changes. Strange feelings welled up where
disgust and contempt brewed before.
Even more strange, I thought, was their seeming lack of interest
in me as a target for their twisted fun. They didn't spend the time
chasing me as they had before, holding me down to put their stupid
make-up on me and laughing as I raced off to tell Mom. When I'd
venture out into whatever area they were in, they'd all stop for a
second and giggle while I anticipated doom. Strange, that they left
me alone for the most part. What were they PLOTTING?!?
Strangest of all was the way Megan was acting. She was almost
NICE to me. I was suspicious, but I sort of enjoyed it. There was a
giddiness between us, an electricity that made us seem like strangers
to one another. I found myself being conveniently nearby when she got
out of the shower, hoping to catch a glance of her developing body as
she would dry off. I didn't know whether to feel guilty or not. I
would walk by her room and see her through the crack in her door
(which was ALWAYS shut and locked in the past), brushing her pretty
blond hair while she was still in her underwear. I would swear she
saw me, and would hurry down the hall, but she'd never close the door.
I began spending more time playing with Megan and her friends,
much to the chagrin of the younger boys I used to play with. They
couldn't understand why I'd want to play with the icky girls, but then
neither did I. We would play hide-and-seek late into the evening, and
the girls seemed to fight over who got to hide with me. Then it
happened...
After one pool party, which became almost a ritual that summer,
we started our usual round of hide-and-seek. One of my sister's cuter
friends grabbed my hand and ran beyond where we had called boundaries,
to a dark corner of our court. She held her finger to her lips to
hush my confused protests, and then kissed me. I was in shock, so she
kissed me again. Longer this time. I was confused, so she kissed me
one more time. She tasted like gum, like anticipation, like she'd
been waiting to try this. Suddenly, the same feelings I'd had seeing
my sister in her room came back, and my excitement became apparent. I
had never had this tension, felt this nervous euphoria before. What
would happen next? We stayed there for an eternity, just kissing and
enjoying this new territory we'd discovered, until we'd been
discovered by another hider wondering where we'd gone.
She was not the only one who led me off to that dark corner that
summer. I'd been led off by two others to "play," and it seemed like
they were conspiring, or comparing notes, or something. The three of
them, along with my sister, had taken a new interest in me since these
hide-and-seek games had become more involved. The other girls in
their troupe only seemed to hover around without ever taking the
plunge. They were the less adventurous, but they seemed to know what
was going on, eyeing me with a knowing smile.
My sister would quiz me about my interludes: "Was it fun? Did
you like it? Did they use their tongues? Did they touch you?" I got
the impression sometimes that she was sort of jealous that she
couldn't join the fun because I was her brother. It was the first
time I'd had something over her since I'd caught her smoking when she
was 12. She gave me her allowance for 2 months, and hated it. She'd
corner me every so often and get real close like she was going to kiss
me anyway, and I'd resist, but not enough to keep her from trying.
She'd always back off, though, more frustrated than before.
Megan was becoming a beautiful young woman, with hormones to
spare, it seemed. I found her quite attractive, for a sibling, and
wished sometimes she'd tried just a little harder to kiss me. There
was a familiarity we had, that grew into a genuine fondness that
summer. We became closer, sharing more of our dreams and fears,
really talking rather than yelling and taunting. We became more
comfortable with the physical changes, and were less secretive around
one another. A new tension was building between us.
.......End of Part One.......
copyright 1994, Jack Riggen
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