Seventy Six
Mark
She was just too fucking sexy for her own good. I’d always said that even when she was little. Ever since I could remember, my sister had sashayed around the house flaunting her body at me.
Even when she was seven years old, I recalled the shape of her body through her nightgown. I had been ten at the time. I was just starting to feel the throb of manhood. She would slip into my room at night wearing her sheer nightgown and snuggle with me.
And so I did.
She would protest, but that’s how I knew she wanted me.
‘Girls always say they don’t want it when they really do’ my grandfather used to tell me.
Over the years, I watched her in secret from a hole I’d carved out in my closet. My brother, Mick and I shared a room. He was always out playing one sport or another so I was in our room alone.
I’d hear her go to bed and I’d bring my face down to that tiny hole in the wall. Through that hole, I saw her beautiful body blossom.
Her curves were marvelous to behold.
Every time I looked through to her room, I’d loathe myself. I hated my intense interest in her. I knew it was wrong and it filled me with shame.
I tried filling my room with posters of bikini models to take my mind off of her, but it didn’t. Seeing a picture of sexy blondes only enflamed my desire for her more.
It just wouldn’t stop.
So I gave into it.
The year she turned fifteen had been the hardest. I was eighteen and still living at home. She had her first boyfriend that year. His name was Jake and I hated him.
Seeing her now, standing there dressed in a tight black dress, her body still as luscious as ever, I felt nothing but hatred for her.
She made me look stupid on national TV. In her defense, she hadn’t called me by name but I knew who she meant.
And so did my family.
And it was all her fault. I can still remember what it was like…
“We can’t find anything physically wrong with him, Mrs. Michaelson.” The doctor in his white coat closed the file folder.
His parents jumped up astounded.
“What do you mean? He was writhing on the floor screaming when we found him! He must have epilepsy or something.” His father pounded his thigh in frustration.
His mother merely whimpered like a beaten animal.
The doctor sighed. “We’ve done every test known to medical science. Physically, Mark is fine. He’s a normal seventeen year old.”
Spittle flew from his father’s mouth as he screamed. “No! I know what I saw. Nothing that happened that night was normal. I couldn’t control him. My oldest son and I couldn’t restrain him.”
I glared at him.
“Mr. and Mrs. Michaelson, I understand your frustration, but I think the issue with Mark is psychological in nature.”
“So, he’s just crazy?” My father threw his hands up in the air.
“Dr. Frye seems to think that his outburst was motivated by his delusions regarding his sister.”
“What kind of delusions?” My father was pacing the floor now.
I shrank down into my chair. This was such bullshit.
“He’s delusional?” My mother ever the mousy little submissive spoke up.
“Regarding his sister, yes. Look, Mr. and Mrs. Michaelson, I don’t think we should talk about this in front of Mark.”
The rage on my father’s face said it all. “I’ve heard enough of this shit. Come on, Janine, we’re getting out of here.”
The doctor moved to block the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Michaelson, Dr. Frye would like to see you both before you go. Mark can stay in the waiting room.”
“I don’t want to talk to some fucking shrink!” My father looked as if he’d shove the doctor out of the way.
I was hoping he would. Then the dumb fuck would get arrested.
“Al, I want to hear what he has to say. I’m staying even if you don’t.”
My mouth fell open hearing my mother actually speak up for once. Her face was set hard like stone. Her fists clenched as she pushed past the doctor and threw open the door.
My father merely stared after her for a moment in disbelief. “Mark, wait out here for us,” he muttered as he followed her.
Other than Mick, the rest of my brothers and sister didn’t know anything about what happened with Amber. They were deeply ashamed and refused to acknowledge it. Before I was released from the hospital, they had Mick fill the hole in the closet.
As soon as I got home, I was grounded to my room indefinitely. I was sent home with a box of psych pills designed to sedate me and kill my libido. I stared hatefully at those pills vowing to myself I’d never take them.
“He may be a danger to himself and others,” The doctor’s words echoed in my head as I sat down on my bed. Tossing a glance over my shoulder, I noticed that Mick had moved out of my room. A new lock had been installed on my door. After 10 PM, I was to be locked inside my room. There was a small bathroom off of my room so that wouldn’t be an issue.
The glare from the TV illuminated the room. It was 1 AM. I was tired of watching old reruns of Miami Vice. Opening my eyes, I grabbed the bottle of pills on the nightstand. Rolling the bottle over in my hands, I read the words over and over again.
They were supposed to cure my ‘delusion’ regarding my sister. Fuck. It was no delusion. Jumping off my bed, I ran my hands underneath my bed until I found what I wanted.
A screwdriver.
Slipping into my closet, I twisted the screwdriver into the filled in hole. What a shitty job he’d done, I thought as I easily pressed the hole open.
There on the other side of the wall she laid in her bed. I watched her chest rise and fall. I envisioned walking into the room and slipping underneath her covers.
At that point, she’d awaken ever so slightly. She’d tangle her fingers in my hair thinking I was her lame ass boyfriend, Jake. My cock throbbed painfully as I imagined my hands touching her.
All of a sudden, my cock jerked and I came all over the closet.