Spiceworld

My sister is older than me, I suppose I've mentioned before, as is my brother. She had, at my parents' insistence, begun to attend an all girls' school in an attempt to improve her grades by removing certain distractions. A peculiarity of single sex high schools is that members of the opposite sex are still expected to attend imitations of adult events in each others' company. My sister had such an event approaching, and while she happily had a date for the evening, one of her good friends had recently ended a relationship, and was not willing to rush around seeking a partner just for the sake of appearances. So it was arranged for my brother to escort her to the formal end of year dance. Of course, they had never met, but this was a minor inconvenience, apparently.

So, my sister's friend Rachel came over to meet my brother, so they could get to know each other before they were to make a public appearance. It had been decided that we would all go to a party, at least that was the official line to my parents. For some reason, and probably unusually, my siblings and I often went to the same parties, at least, I went to their friends parties, they rarely came to mine. But on this particular night, there wasn't actually a party, there was just a gang of us meeting in the local park, mostly equipped with cheap, potent alcohol.

So, my brother, my sister, Rachel and I arrived in the park, and met the other teens in the dark. There was a small playhouse, which would have provided scant shelter if the weather turned inclement, but did allow a degree of invisibility from the nearest road, even with candles burning on the green pine floor of the cubby. The rest of the park was "bush" - a tangled mess of old native vegetation and weeds, with a creek twisting through the middle of it all, so it was only being spotted from the road we had to worry about, and escape was a simple matter of disappearing into the drooping curtain of a willow tree, if necessary.

My brother seemed in a hurry to get drunk, and wasted no time in getting through half a dozen cans of beer in about 90 minutes. I suppose he may have been nervous, with the pressure he was being put under, though he may not have even recognised it. I had not much to drink, basically because that week I couldn't afford it. So, as my sister had wandered off with her boyfriend to some secluded hollow by the water, I was talking to Rachel in the playground. The conversation was wide ranging, covering everything from our political views, to music, school, work, and religion; which was interesting, as I had never spoken to anyone Jewish about the subject before, being a strange Anglican/Presbyterian/Church of Christ hybrid.

It was not exactly easy to see her, but we did look at each other for the whole time we talked. She was about my height, though how tall that is I don't even remember. Being as I was fifteen and she nearly eighteen, I suppose she might have been a little smaller than other girls her age. Her skin was olive, and smooth, and clear, and her eyes were brown, like cocoa powder. She had long, very dark hair, with tight curls, though I had no idea if they were natural. She was exceptionally well developed in the bust, without being anything like overweight, and it was clear that if she was interested she could have easily found someone to attend the dance with her. And her voice was deep, I suppose, but flowing. The way she formed words was rhythmic and soothing, and I would have happily talked to her for hours more.

But my brother returned, drunk after another three or four drinks. I wasn't keeping track, and he certainly wasn't. He was slurring his speech and said something to Rachel about going fo a walk, which she, having drunk as little as I had, declined, suggesting he sit down for a while. He joined us on the wooden floor, and after a few garbled sentences, fell silent as we continued to talk. After ten minutes or so, he groaned and hoisted himself up with apparent urgency. He crawled out on to the grass nearby and emptied the contents of his stomach, loudly. We waited until the worst of it seemed to be over and went to see if he was okay.

After getting him back home, and cleaning him up (luckily my parents were at a party of their own) he was put to bed, with a thoughtfully supplied bucket in easy reach. And Rachel and I decided to watch some TV. As usual, there was nothing of note to watch, so I put a tape of the movie "Dune" in the VCR. I'm nothing if not romantic. We sat and watched, as I explained the various intricacies of the plot which were left out of the film adaptation. We sat in a bean bag, and as the temperature decreased, shared a blanket, under cover of which, her hand found mine.

I looked across and found her looking at me already with her dark eyes, and slightly smiling. I smiled back, unable to look away from her, despite the climax of the movie approaching rapidly. She leaned forward, still smiling, and kissed me. One kiss on the lips first, then a longer kiss, then she kissed me hard and her tongue made its presence known. Meanwhile, she had rolled me on to my back and was straddling me at the waist, her skirt high up her legs. I just didn't want to stop kissing her. Until she started to grind her hips into me. Then I wanted to start doing something else.

Our attention was caught by the sound of the front door closing down the hall. It was my sister, she came and asked what had become of my brother, and we laughed and told her, having composed ourselves in the few seconds it had taken her to come in.

She gave us a strange quizzical look as she left the room, probably as we were still both in the beanbag and almost invisible under our blanket. Rachel whispered "So... do you want to come to the dance with me?" and bit my earlobe. I grinned idiotically and kissed her again, and slid a hand up her thigh. "Um... Of course!" I assured her, "but... Who's going to tell my brother?".