Juicy Fresh
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jun 14, 2010
- Location
- Canada
Nerd x Popular – Sister x Brother Starter
I had never really been interested in boys – ever – especially the popular boy's group; one of which my brother was a member of. I found them cocky, selfish, and generally mean people, even to their own kind. It was hard to talk about them that way since my older brother was one of them, but even he fell victim to the clique's vicious attitude. Nevertheless, boys were the least of my worries or my focus – I was solely concentrated on school – everything else was unfortunately ignored; including fashion. This caused a lot of misery for me, since it was considered ugly and disgusting to not follow trends and spend 3 hours in front of the mirror a day making yourself look fake a 'pretty'. So my negative view on the Populars was pretty evident to the entire world – but no one expected me to agree to a date from the most popular football player in the school: Jake, not even myself. When the words 'yes' exited my mouth, I thought I was going to faint. Was it some weird subconscious crush I had? Some inner-conflicted fantasy about him? Whatever it was, it gave me the opportunity to prove to the school that I wasn't just some loser; that I could be beautiful and 'cool' too. It became a crazy obsession, almost overnight, to impress him. This would be the start of a new me.
I realized in order to impress, I couldn't be a prude – I couldn't be ignorant to relationships or even sex. But how is a virgin supposed to be a Sex Goddess in bed? It's a hilarious contradiction. How am I magically supposed to develop a sexual instinct without the experience? I needed a tutor, a mentor, not just the internet, to get me through this. But no one I knew was sexually experience, and I was too embarrassed and shy to ask a stranger or hire someone. So I asked the only person who thinks like Jake, and that was my very own brother! Weird? Maybe a little, and that's why it took me days and nights of contemplation before I had the confidence to ask for his help. Not to mention if he'd even agree or think I'm disturbed person. It's not like I'm even the least attracted to him. He's a good-looking guy, not to say he's ugly or anything... but he's my brother, my flesh and blood, it's not like it would be incestuous...
“Oh, (Insert Brother's Name Here). My lovely, caring, thoughtful brother...” I batted my eyelashes and spoke in the same whiny voice I always did when I wanted something important – it was usually a ride to somewhere typically nerdy like the library or a museum; something he always joked and made-fun of me for. “Don't ignore me and pretend like I don't want something, 'cuz I do. I always do.” I gave a nice big, angelically guilty smile and moved in front of him. “So listen, you know how Mom and Dad aren't going to be home for the entire weekend, and you wanted to have that huge house party and I said No, but you were going to have it anyways before I threatened to tell Mom, and then you got all pissed off and didn't talk to me and still aren't talking to me?” I said that all in one, on-going breath and by the end of it gave a breathless sign. Breathing back in, “So yeah. I have a proposal... a way to make amends but I need your... erm... help...” I looked away, my face beginning to flush before I even proposed my offer. Realizing I had gotten his attention; it was time to spill the embarrassing beans. “I will let you have the party... IF... you agree to teach me.” He gave a confused look, since I was usually the one to teach him despite our 2-year difference. “I know that sounds weird since I always seem to end up doing your homework...” I nudged in a joking manner, “But I really need your help... with Jake... I know you don't want me dating him but I will be... the only problem is...” I bit the corner of my lip and turned my back to him. I started to pace myself in the kitchen before finally spitting it out, “I don't know anything about sex.” I said nothing further, I let the statement simmer. There was an intense awkward silence between the two of us. I didn't even want to turn around and see the expression on his face... but I had too, so I turned around. “It might seem weird at first, but who else am I supposed to go to? I can't just go on Craigslist and ask for a sex teacher – I'll get raped.” I pouted, in a semi-joking, semi-serious way. “And who better knows the... field... than you? Plus, you're his best friend – you know what, you know, turns him on... What he likes... all you have to do is teach me how to do all the things he likes?” This wasn't going to work. I could see the great unease on his face. It was over; everything... my relationship with my brother, my respect out the window, my chance with Jake – all flushed down the toilet along with my pride. I was willing to lose everything that made me, me; my independence, my virginity, my modesty, my innocence, my self-morals – something I had suddenly become so desperate to lose – all in the name of a pathetic puppy love.
I had never really been interested in boys – ever – especially the popular boy's group; one of which my brother was a member of. I found them cocky, selfish, and generally mean people, even to their own kind. It was hard to talk about them that way since my older brother was one of them, but even he fell victim to the clique's vicious attitude. Nevertheless, boys were the least of my worries or my focus – I was solely concentrated on school – everything else was unfortunately ignored; including fashion. This caused a lot of misery for me, since it was considered ugly and disgusting to not follow trends and spend 3 hours in front of the mirror a day making yourself look fake a 'pretty'. So my negative view on the Populars was pretty evident to the entire world – but no one expected me to agree to a date from the most popular football player in the school: Jake, not even myself. When the words 'yes' exited my mouth, I thought I was going to faint. Was it some weird subconscious crush I had? Some inner-conflicted fantasy about him? Whatever it was, it gave me the opportunity to prove to the school that I wasn't just some loser; that I could be beautiful and 'cool' too. It became a crazy obsession, almost overnight, to impress him. This would be the start of a new me.
I realized in order to impress, I couldn't be a prude – I couldn't be ignorant to relationships or even sex. But how is a virgin supposed to be a Sex Goddess in bed? It's a hilarious contradiction. How am I magically supposed to develop a sexual instinct without the experience? I needed a tutor, a mentor, not just the internet, to get me through this. But no one I knew was sexually experience, and I was too embarrassed and shy to ask a stranger or hire someone. So I asked the only person who thinks like Jake, and that was my very own brother! Weird? Maybe a little, and that's why it took me days and nights of contemplation before I had the confidence to ask for his help. Not to mention if he'd even agree or think I'm disturbed person. It's not like I'm even the least attracted to him. He's a good-looking guy, not to say he's ugly or anything... but he's my brother, my flesh and blood, it's not like it would be incestuous...
“Oh, (Insert Brother's Name Here). My lovely, caring, thoughtful brother...” I batted my eyelashes and spoke in the same whiny voice I always did when I wanted something important – it was usually a ride to somewhere typically nerdy like the library or a museum; something he always joked and made-fun of me for. “Don't ignore me and pretend like I don't want something, 'cuz I do. I always do.” I gave a nice big, angelically guilty smile and moved in front of him. “So listen, you know how Mom and Dad aren't going to be home for the entire weekend, and you wanted to have that huge house party and I said No, but you were going to have it anyways before I threatened to tell Mom, and then you got all pissed off and didn't talk to me and still aren't talking to me?” I said that all in one, on-going breath and by the end of it gave a breathless sign. Breathing back in, “So yeah. I have a proposal... a way to make amends but I need your... erm... help...” I looked away, my face beginning to flush before I even proposed my offer. Realizing I had gotten his attention; it was time to spill the embarrassing beans. “I will let you have the party... IF... you agree to teach me.” He gave a confused look, since I was usually the one to teach him despite our 2-year difference. “I know that sounds weird since I always seem to end up doing your homework...” I nudged in a joking manner, “But I really need your help... with Jake... I know you don't want me dating him but I will be... the only problem is...” I bit the corner of my lip and turned my back to him. I started to pace myself in the kitchen before finally spitting it out, “I don't know anything about sex.” I said nothing further, I let the statement simmer. There was an intense awkward silence between the two of us. I didn't even want to turn around and see the expression on his face... but I had too, so I turned around. “It might seem weird at first, but who else am I supposed to go to? I can't just go on Craigslist and ask for a sex teacher – I'll get raped.” I pouted, in a semi-joking, semi-serious way. “And who better knows the... field... than you? Plus, you're his best friend – you know what, you know, turns him on... What he likes... all you have to do is teach me how to do all the things he likes?” This wasn't going to work. I could see the great unease on his face. It was over; everything... my relationship with my brother, my respect out the window, my chance with Jake – all flushed down the toilet along with my pride. I was willing to lose everything that made me, me; my independence, my virginity, my modesty, my innocence, my self-morals – something I had suddenly become so desperate to lose – all in the name of a pathetic puppy love.