She’d taken me at my word and bought herself something I knew mom would have disapproved of (I certainly did!), and one of her large and varied group of admirer’s had asked her to the prom, she’d accepted, and again I felt the irrational surge of jealousy, which I pushed back down; get a grip, I told myself, she’s an adult now, not a little girl, leave her to choose who she goes out with!
When Cody Pietersen, her date came to collect her, I forced myself to be polite, friendly, as non-threatening as possible, while still signalling that any taking of liberties with her would find me knocking on his door; I knew his older brother, the very definition of the phrase ‘pussy-hound’, and if young Cody had taken after him in any way, I was quite prepared to commit mayhem on his body.
I think he got that; the name ‘Frank Novak’ was still one to conjure with when it came to getting your ass comprehensively kicked (although the only ass I’d ever kicked had been that little rat-fuck Steve Dolan…)
And then she came down the stairs, and my heart nearly stopped; I always knew she was a beautiful girl, but now she was stunning! Her hair shone like burnished copper, piled-up in gleaming scarlet curls on her head and cascading down over her milky shoulder like a river of flame, red and vibrant, shimmering in the light. The short dress revealed her lithe, slinky figure, her long slender legs and milky-white shoulders, the daring decollete showing just how much of a woman she was. Her milky skin glowed against the teal-green metallic fabric of her sheath dress, the exact same color as her eyes, and which clung to her like a second skin. I was literally open-mouthed in shocked amazement; my little sister was a sensuously beautiful, desirable woman, and I couldn’t look at her enough. I actually felt my heart falter as I stared at her in open-mouthed amazement.
“Well, Frankie, will I do?” she smiled, and I could only nod as words failed me. I’d brought my camera, like any proud father would to take the picture of his daughter on her prom night, but it hung by its strap from my wrist, completely forgotten as I drank in the 8th Wonder of The World that was Caitlin Novak.
“Don’t wait up for me, Frankie, I’m a big girl now!” she smiled, an injunction I fully intended to ignore; nothing in this world would keep me from staying up all night if it meant I got to see her looking like that again, a reaction that puzzled me a little; this was my kid sister! It didn’t make any difference, though; I was going to wait until she was safely back home before I even thought about going to bed.
After she’d left, Cody bowing her into the rented Limo like a proper gentleman, my baleful glare no doubt imprinted into his memory, I tried to relax, watch TV, read, nothing seemed to work; I clock-watched almost incessantly, watch TV for an hour without taking anything in at all, then look at the clock only to discover less than 20 minutes had gone by. I paced, fretted, tried to eat a sandwich, have a glass of buttermilk, anything to try and relax and quit stressing, but nothing worked.
I remembered what my own prom night had been like, what I’d gotten up to with Missy Schiller, and promised myself that if Cody Pietersen tried even half that stuff, they were going to find his body nailed upside down to a tree beside the interstate with his dick stuffed in his mouth; and before you start talking about double–standards, I know, but this was my baby sister, and different rules applied…
Just as I’d decided they were gone forever, she’d eloped and run off with him to live in a trailer park in Duluth, the phone rang. It was Kat! It took me a little while to work out what she was saying, she was crying, and babbling so much, about all I got was that she was at the Dew Drop Inn, a sleazy fleabag over on the turnpike. I managed to get the room number, then hung up and bolted out the door, driving over there as fast as I could without getting caught by our scabrous sheriff or any of his equally morally bankrupt deputies.
I found Kat in the room in a state of high agitation; as soon as she answered to my knock, she jumped into my arms, holding my neck almost hard enough to break it, crying hysterically and babbling about how she was sorry. I tried to calm her down and find out what she was sorry about, and what she was doing in this rat ranch in the first place. I managed to get the crying stopped, and tried to find out what had happened, and where Cody was in all this. Eventually I got the whole story; it turns out Cody was pretty much the latest edition of his brother, so he and I would be having a conversation presently…
As I understood it, he’d booked the room here as his reward for taking Kat to the prom; he was hoping for a little post-prom magic, and had decoyed Kat here by telling her that some of the guys and their dates would be having a party here; apparently no-one else knew about the party, because when he and Kat turned up there was no-one there, just a great, big, inviting-looking bed. Kat got it immediately and tried to leave, but Cody tried to get insistent, telling her he put out for the limo, now she was supposed to be properly grateful. She kneed him, hard, in that special place that all men have, the one that will make you make squeaky noises that only bats can hear if you get smacked hard enough there, Cody went cross-eyed and made his escape, hobbling away at high-speed before Kat removed parts of him that he was going to need in later life.
When she’d finished, Kat looked at me fearfully, obviously expecting a dressing-down for falling for such a dumb ploy, and for not being worldly enough to avoid the situation in the first place, but hey, she was a kid, it was her prom, and these things happen; she got out of it unscathed; a lot of girls aren’t so lucky…
“I’m sorry Frankie, he seemed so nice! I’ve known Cody all my life, I never guessed he’d try something like this! I feel so stupid!”
She started to cry again, and I instinctively gathered her in, like I’d been doing her entire life, letting her cry against me. I wasn’t going to have a fit at her, not after the scare she’d had, all I wanted to do was stop her tears, something I’d been good at all her life too.
Kat hugged me as she sobbed, her sobs gradually dying away until she was quiet against me. I made to move so we could get out of that flea-trap and she murmured discontentedly and hugged me harder. I grinned over her shoulder and held her close, trying to forget what a luscious young woman I was cuddling and concentrate on the fact that she was my little sister, and I’d come over here to rescue her, not think about her like… that. After a while, she stirred and looked up, fixing me with her stunning emerald eyes.
“Frankie, do you like me? Still I mean, after what… happened here, do you hate me?”
I hugged her, grateful for the conversation.
“Baby-girl, I always like you; even when I’m mad at you I still like you! What happened here tonight wasn’t your fault, so let’s just go home, okay?
Again she murmured, hugging me tightly again, while I held her until whatever was going on in her mind had run its course.
“Do you like my dress, Frankie?” she asked in a small voice, and I began to wonder where this was going.
“I like your dress just fine, baby, it’s kind of short, but it’s a very pretty dress, and it suits you; it’s your color…”
She buried her face in my chest.
“I’m glad you like it, Frankie,” she whispered, “I wore it just for you!”
For a second I didn’t register what she’d said, and then I froze.
“Say that again, please, Kat, I don’t think I heard you properly. Did you say you wore it for me? What do you mean?”
She looked back up at me, her eyes huge and luminous in the sickly glow from the bedside lamp in that grimy flea-trap motel miles from anywhere.
“I wore it just for you; everything tonight was for you; the dress, my hair and makeup, everything. I wanted you to tell me how beautiful I was, to tell me not to go, to keep me for yourself. I love you Frankie, and I want you to love me!”
I was confused.
“I do love you, baby, I’ll always love you, I promised mom when you were born that I’d always love you and look after you and I always will!”
She looked away impatiently.
“No, Frankie, I love, you, as in ‘I am in love with you’, and I want to know if you feel the same way for me; everything tonight was for you, don’t you have anything for me?”
I could hear the tears in her voice, and I realised she was serious.
I was floundering, puzzlement shot with confusion and a growing feeling that she was touching on a part of me I didn’t want to acknowledge. Without warning, she sat up and moved astride me, taking my face in both hands and kissing me, hard, her tongue snaking between my lips to rub against my tongue. Automatically, my arms tightened about her, and I kissed her back, aware at some level that this had been cooking inside me for a long time now, and I have to say, sister or not, I enjoyed every nuance of her kiss; her soft lips, her darting tongue, the sweet smell of her perfume, mingled with the scent of her hair, her skin, her warm breath, and under it all, the subtle scent of her need. As we kissed, the inevitable reaction happened. Kat felt it; she actually ground against me, writhing on my lap as she leaned into the kiss, making me even harder and more obvious.
I groaned and pulled away from her, drawing a shuddering breath as the enormity of what we’d just done intruded into my enjoyment of her kiss. Kat was a hot, beautiful girl, but she was still my sister, and I had to make her see that, even if a large part of me clamoured for more of her. She looked back at me with a small smile on her face, a corner of her lower lip caught between her teeth; Christ, she looked sexy when she did that! She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and God help me, I wanted more; but we were crossing a line here, and I didn’t know how to pick my way back across it if we went too far.