Tim and Tina Ch. 01

I fall back on his bed. "I can't believe I didn't see it myself," I lament.

"Sis, don't beat yourself up. Daniel is a great guy, I'll admit he's good-looking too, plus you have theater in common, which should have given something away in my opinion. But, you were in love, you didn't want to see the truth; you wanted to be with him," he says as he reclines on his side, propping his head up with his right hand while gently caressing my arm with his other.

I feel goose pimples rising on my skin where he touches me and I do my best to hold back a shiver.

"Are you okay, sis?" he asks in a whisper.

I turn my head to face him and his baby blue eyes lock on mine. It's our one feature that makes us as close to identical as fraternal twins can be. I nod at him nervously; I don't know why I'm so nervous. Tim's my brother; my amazing, gorgeous brother and best friend.

A strand of hair falls over my right eye as I stare at him; he moves the hand that's caressing my arm and pushes the long strand back behind my ear. He drags his fingers down and along my jawline until he reaches my chin and then he resumes caressing my arm. I can see why so many girls go out with him. He's so gentle and caring; or is he just acting this way with me because I'm his sister.

"Is what Tiffany said true?" I ask him.

"About what?" he asks.

"About you sleeping with as many girls as she's been with guys."

He shakes his head. "I actually haven't been with as many girls as everybody thinks."

"But you've had so many girlfriends."

He shrugs. "Maybe, but I didn't fuck them all. Not even half."

"Everybody seems to think you did."

"I know. I probably should have said something so people didn't think that, but even when I've run into those girls again, they don't seem to care what the rumor about them is. It's weird, you know? Usually if it's found out that a girl sleeps with a guy, she's automatically called a slut, but for some reason when people find out it was me they were supposedly with, slut rumors don't start."

"It's because of who you are," I tell him.

His forehead scrunches up in the cutest way as he looks confused. "What do you mean?"

I smile and giggle at him; oh my god, I'm fawning over my brother like every other girl in the school does. I compose myself mentally and explain to him exactly what I mean. "I mean, when you do sleep with a girl, she's not afraid to admit it because of how you treat her. Even from what I saw with Tiffany, you treat girls lovingly and respectfully. So many of the assholes in our school bang a girl and leave her. Not you, you take care of them, make them feel wanted and loved. I'm surprised none stick around longer."

He looks guilty when I tell him that. "What's wrong?" I ask.

His eyes meet mine again. "I've broken a lot of hearts," he says.

I shrug. "We're in High School, it's the place hearts get broken," I say indicating myself.

Without thinking, he leans forward and kisses me quickly but gently on the lips. His eyes widen as he realizes what he's done.

"I...I'm...I'm sorry, sis. I didn't mean to," he stammers.

"Shhhh," I say and then reach up and run my fingers through his brown hair. "Don't apologize," I whisper.

"You were just being so sweet to me and-" I stop him with a finger on his lips.

"Tim, stop," I command kindly. "If you hadn't kissed me, I think I would have kissed you," I confess.

"Really?" he asks hopefully but then realizes what that means. "But, you're my sister, I'm your brother. It isn't right for us to act like this."

I nod. "I know, but you can't control how you feel about someone," I say, caressing his face gently now.

"And, how do you feel?" he asks. I haven't seen this vulnerable side to him in so long; I realize I've missed it quite a bit.

"Tim, you know I love you, I always have. You're my best friend and I care about you deeply," I say, avoiding the answer he knows I want to give but am too afraid to admit.

"I already know that, sis. But, that's not what I asked," he says.

"This isn't fair, you know?" I tell him.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I mean, it's not fair to ask a girl how she feels without confessing how you feel first. You're making her take the entire risk," I explain.

He grins at me. "I love you too, sis," he says and then leans forward and kisses me again. Electricity runs through my body, starting at my lips, into my brain and then to my extremities. When he parts my lips with his tongue, I melt into the bed. He halfway lays on me as he opens and closes his mouth as we begin to make out. The front door shuts loudly as Mom returns from her errands as usual. We break apart and straighten ourselves out before she makes her way upstairs. I actually thought she was already home; I'm glad she slammed the door the way she did.

"I have to tell you something before Mom comes up here," Tim says before I get up and walk out of his room.

"What's that?" I ask curiously, sitting back down on his bed.

"The reason I haven't lasted more than a couple weeks with a girl is because none of them were the right one. Before it was because they didn't get along with you or even try to, but the past couple of months that reason changed," he says leaving things wide open.

"And what's that reason?" I ask, knowing full well what the answer was; I just wanted to hear him say it.

"I'll tell you tonight," he says with a mischievous grin.

"Brat," I say and then give him one last kiss before going to my room. I lie on my bed and think about the crazy couple of hours that I've just gone through. In a matter of just two hours I went from brokenhearted to feeling as if I'd never been broken in the first place.

To Be Continued...