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 Title: Comparisons


Summary: Punk girl tired of being compared to "perfect" step brother.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   Anywhere but here.

   Those three words echoed in my head as I sat in the booth at the
restaurant.  I had learned long ago not to give a shit about the stares or
snide comments people thought I couldn't hear from behind my back.  From my
hair that was shaved around the sides and back with the top a neon green
that I styled to the right and down to my shoulder, to my all black make up
of heavy eye shadow and lipstick, my piercings that consisted of five in
each ear, chin, tongue, belly button, a hoop in my nose; and those are the
ones people could see, or the myriad of tattoos I have up and down my arms,
back, neck chest - my body was a canvas and a work of art - to how I
dressed; either a tank top or t shirt that exposed my midriff and shredded
pants or if I'm going to a party a black leather bra, matching mini skirt,
fishnet stockings, and my studded leather jacket, both worn with my mid
shin combat boots.  Even that last outfit can't cause much commotion as I'm
barely a B cup and that's only if I push my chest out and hold my breath.
I've heard it all.

   But what was truly pissing me off was my Mother constantly apologizing
for the way I looked to Bill Tasker, the slightly balding, slightly
rounding, slightly more everything middle-aged man she married at city hall
yesterday and his son, Alex...  And it's not as if I haven't met Bill
already, either.  He knew what he was getting when he married my Mom. 
Today was for us "kids" to get acquainted in a public setting before us
"girls" moved into Bill's home.

   "Jesus Christ, Mom," I couldn't help but to show my disdain with a huff.
"Lay off."

   "Now Nicole, remember you promised," My Mom patted my leg in dismissal
of my reaction.  "Sorry again, Bill, Alex; she just has one of those
attitudes."

   I just stared at my Mom incredulously.  Attitude?  Those five words were
all that I spoke during the entirety of dinner and only because she kept
harping on the differences between me and Alex.  I didn't even use a curse
word.

   "That's all right, Patty," Bill smiled.  "She'll grow out of it
eventually.  Now as I was saying, Alex here is third in his class at
Hilldale High School, captain of the debate team, and has a scholarship
lined up for him at State University after he graduates.  He even tutors
people as a part-time job.  Maybe some of him will rub off on her with all
of us living together now?"

   There it is again.  The comparison of me to that Mr.  Goodie Two-Shoes
with glasses...  and again I don't measure up.  Sure, I dropped out of
school, and he's graduating.  Sure, I'm nineteen and still living at home,
and he's eighteen and going off to college in a few months.  Sure, he has a
car and I ride a sport bike; or crotch thingy as my Mom calls it.  So I
don't look, act, or listen to the same music society deems "normal" and he
looks and acts like the wet dream of every parent in the world.  He didn't
even drip barbecue sauce on his polo shirt.  I swear I have never seen such
a clean cut kid in my life.

   Despite all that my Mom hates about me, I do have a successful job as a
piercing specialist at Needles, a tattoo parlor downtown, and I would have
moved into an apartment already if my Asshole ex boyfriend hadn't drained
my banking account when he broke up with me.  According to my Mom, he was
just another horrible decision of mine in a long line of failures.  Fuck
this.  I just rolled my eyes and stared out the window.

   *

   "Why can't you be more like Alex?"

   I was at my breaking point.  A month of being compared to the Superstar
and I finally snapped.  "I've fucking had it!" I screamed as I stormed out
of the kitchen.  I was nineteen and getting reprimanded for being out "too
late" and then my Mom had the audacity to throw that sentiment in my face.
Again.  Be like Alex?  The only teenager I've ever heard of that doesn't go
out - at all.  "Do you even have friends?" I kicked at his bedroom door
before slamming my own, leaving a thunderous echo in my wake.

   It just wasn't fair.  If that fucking Asshole wouldn't have stolen my
money then I wouldn't even be dealing with this shit.  As it looks now, I
have another year and a half before I have enough saved up for the security
deposit, first months rent, first months utilities, first months
everything; and thats at some fleabag place.  I didn't care; a toxic dump
would be better than the garbage I have to go through here.  I'm lucky Alex
wants the full college experience and is getting a dorm room even though
State University is so close because a year and a half would be impossible
to manage.  Could I really make it until he leaves for college in six
months?  With my sanity that is?

   No.  Something had to be done.  Either I was going to have to change my
ways - fuck that nonsense - or Alex would have to change his...  Wait? 
Could it be that simple?  A smile percolated my lips as I wasn't sure, but
I was damn well going to try.

   *

   Was I nervous?  Excited?  Probably both as I stood at Alex's bedroom
door; and yet I still didn't know how I was going to get Alex to come to
the party - have I mentioned he never goes anywhere?  So much so, I had to
walk to the bathroom and wash my clammy hands before going back to his
bedroom door.

   It was Friday night and normally I wouldn't have even come home after
work and just hopped on my black, with light blue trim Kawasaki Ninja 636
ZX6R Super bike and go straight to the triplets house, but today was the
first day of the rest of my life.  I stood at the door still wondering what
I was going to say.  "Fuck it," I mumbled as I realized if I didn't get my
ass moving, parking would be a bitch.  My hand quickly knocked on the wood.

   "Come in."

   Wow, not a "who the fuck is it?" or "what the fuck do you want?" Maybe I
should try the cordial approach?  Nah.  The only reason people knock on my
door is to complain.

   I opened the door to see Alex doing homework at his desk.  At least he
was still dressed, albeit in a blue polo shirt and khakis.  "I'm heading to
a party; wanna come?"

   Alex quickly turned in his office chair and stood, "Sure."

   "I mean, you might find it fun.  You need to get out of the house
sometimes or you'll go nuts.  You should really think about coming."

   Alex chuckled, "Okay, you talked me into it...  again."

   "All right, Alex," I put my hands on my hips.  "Why don't you want to
go, huh?  Embarrassed you won't fit in or just embarrassed by me?" I was
doing my best to keep my voice tempered as so to not wake our parents, but
it wasn't easy.

   Alex put his hand on my shoulder and stared me right in the eye with a
curious smile.  Kind of cute in a puppy dog kind of way.  "I said I'd love
to go to a party with you," he snickered as he walked into the hallway,
slightly pulling my arm as he did.  "You do know not everybody in this
household fights with you, right?"

   I stood momentarily stunned.  Alex had said yes...  and he was right
about him not fighting with me, although we never really talked, either.  I
composed myself quickly and took the lead down the hallway, my destination
- my motorcycle, "Come on and hold on tight."

   *

   I found a spot on the sidewalk of the upscale home, a perk to driving a
motorcycle.  "All right; we're here," I took off my helmet and took stock
of Alex as he took off his.  "You handled that really well.  At least
you're not crying."

   Alex looked at me with an entertained expression and I instantly knew he
wanted clarification.  It felt odd having someone take a keen interest in
what I was saying.  Who knew?  "With one of my exes, the first time he rode
with me, he ended up crying."

   Side note: if a guy you're dating can't handle the speed in which you
make hairpin turns, it'll only go bad for you...  But Alex just laughed it
off, and I was doing far more to try to make him uncomfortable.

   "Well, I thought it was awesome.  That's a nice bike; I really like that
color of blue, as well...  and you handle it like a pro rider."

   I was disappointed with his opinion as that was not what I was trying to
accomplish, but the night was young.

   *

   A party at the triplets home is always a raucous affair.  Their Dad, a
drummer that went by the name Machete, was rarely home, as his band tours
constantly, but their Mom was more than willing to let their home be the
hot spot on Friday nights.  The only rule was no drinking and driving, and
she made sure of it as she was the bartender of the open bar.  The music
was loud, the pool filled, and the alcohol was already flowing when I led
Alex to the line at the bar.

   I scanned the area and found our hosts...  you just can't miss the three
guys with the tallest mohawks in the yard let alone the hazy cloud of smoke
coming from the table on the patio.  "I'll be over there," I declared over
my shoulder.

   "Wait," Alex spoke with urgency.

   I inwardly smiled.  Tonight was going to be fun.  "What?" I turned
around with a combative tone.  "Can't get a drink by yourself?  Need me to
hold your hand and walk you to the patio?"

   "You sure are something else; you know that?" Alex smiled an amused
smile and I suddenly felt like I was his personal joke.

   "What's that supposed to mean?" My hands went to my hips ready for the
altercation.

   Alex just laughed, "How are you going to bring me to a party, show me to
the bar, leave, and not tell me what you want to drink?"

   "Oh." My hands fell to my sides with the truth of his words.  Somehow,
Alex knew how to how to handle my fiery side.  I played it off dismissively
and turned back around, calling out over my shoulder, "I'll have a beer and
the bartenders name is June."

   I made my way through the sea of people to the tall blue, orange, and
purple mohawks.  They even dressed the same in leather pants, leather
vests, and not a single shirt among them.  They were also sitting with John
and Kevin, two guys, one with long black hair while the other looked like
an anime character with spikes everywhere, who would do any stunt just for
a laugh.  I pulled out my phone to send a quick text.

   "Sup, Nikki," the triplets seemed to speak in unison.

   I stuffed my phone back into my jacket, "Hey guys, just to let you know
I brought a guy to the party." I gave a sinister smile, " I was hoping you
guys will show him a good time."

   It was obvious they knew what I meant when they all looked behind me and
laughed.  Just like the mohawks give the triplets away, so does Alex's polo
shirt and khakis give him away.  He sticks out like a sore thumb.

   "Alex, I'd like you to meet from oldest to youngest, by only a few
minutes each, Axe, Hatchet, and Hacksaw, while these other two degenerates
are John and Kevin."

   "Here you go," Alex handed me my beer and then leaned into my ear, "and
thanks for telling me the bartenders name and that she hates being called
that." Alex then greeted the triplets.  "Great party, guys.  I just met
Scythe, but honestly, her name should have been Cleaver."

   Everybody stared at Alex.  Was that supposed to be a joke?  If the music
wasn't so loud, I'd swear I would be hearing crickets.

   "Ah, I guess that one was a little before everyone's time."

   Before our time?  When he's the youngest person here?  I then noticed
what Alex was holding, "Are you drinking vodka?"

   Alex just gave a small salute of acknowledgment with the cup before
taking a drink.

   "About time you got here," my best friend, Tia, who looked good in her
ripped up t shirt and jeans, came from behind me and bumped at my arm, her
long pink hair brushing across my face.  "You need to see what Norah's
doing; come on."

   This is exactly what I wanted when I texted her to come get me at the
triplets table.  These boys are going to eat Alex alive.  "All right, Alex,
I'll be back later."

   "Why don't you sit down, Alex," Kevin kicked a seat from under the table
to push it out.

   I raised my beer in mock salute back at Alex, "See ya."

   *

   It was an odd sight.  Every time I glanced over at the guys table, I got
the exact emotion I desired from my friends there - laughter.  However, I
also saw the most unexpected emotion from Alex - also laughter.  Did he not
understand he was the butt of their jokes?  I thought he was smarter than
that.  But what surprised me most was when a joint started being passed -
and Alex took a hit.  If only our parents could see him now?  Already on
his fourth cup of vodka and smoking as if it was as natural as breathing.
My curiosity overwhelmed me and with more speed in my step than perhaps
ever before, I approached the table.  Everyone was laughing hysterically,
just as Alex took another hit.

   I took the joint an inhaled before passing it left, "Hey guys, what's
going on?"

   Hatchet slapped at the table, "Nikki, you have got to bring Alex by more
often!"

   "Yeah," John was nearly grabbing at his sides with how hard he was
laughing.  "This guys great."

   "What?" I couldn't help the surprise in my voice.

   "Alex, man," Hacksaw shook his head with the widest smile I've ever
seen, "We do this every Friday; hell, you need to come by more often."

   "Fuck just Fridays," Axe added, who rarely spoke, but when he did, his
words were the most prominent, making him the final arbiter in any dispute
among the trio.  "Come any time...  Hell, you need to meet our Dad."

   Now that was an invitation I had never received.  My jaw just fell to
the floor.

   Alex nodded, "Keep throwing parties like these, how can I resist?"

   "That's it...  We're doing shots." I grabbed Alex by the arm and pulled.

   "Well, gotta go, guys," Alex stood, proving just how ineffective my
pulling was.  "The lady calls."

   "Hey, man," Kevin nodded.  "Catch ya later."

   I pulled Alex to the bar, bypassing the small line, "Scythe, we're doing
shots.  Make mine whiskey."

   "There's a line, use it." Scythe didn't even glance my way, "Another
beer, Hailey?"

   "Please."

   "Hey, Mrs.  Cleaver," Alex smiled his manipulative smile.

   Scythe immediately snickered, shaking her head, "That will never get
old."

   Alex's eyes darted in my direction, "She gets it." He then looked back
at Scythe, "Just take care of us after George.  That's where'd we be in
line, if that's okay with you?"

   How in the hell does he know these people's names?  Sure, as guests came
in, they went to the triplets table, but Alex says their names like he's
best friends with everyone...  I'm seriously getting pissed.

   Scythe handed Hailey a beer, "You got it, Alex.  And what do you want,
Erica?"

   Erica pointed toward me, "I actually wanna see this."

   "Any objections?" Scythe called out.  The answer was that the line
suddenly curved around Alex and I.  "All right, here we go."

   "I was wondering where you ran off to." Tia then eyed my suspiciously,
"What're you doing?"

   "Shots.  Vodka for Alex and Whiskey for me." I stared down Alex.

   "Whiskey?" Tia went wide-eyed.  "You know you can't handle whiskey."

   "I know what I'm doing." I do.  At least, I think I do.  I can handle
vodka even less than whiskey, but I need something to make it look good
when I drink him under the table.  I've only had beer and Alex has already
had four cups of vodka.  I can do this.

   Alex gave me a compassionate look, and it nearly melted my resolve.  "I
don't recommend this if you can't handle it."

   "Line them up," I demanded.

   "And how will you get home, Nikki?" Scythe asked as she poured.

   "Don't worry, Mrs.  Cleaver.  I'll see to it that she gets home safely."

   I took a breath, now more determined than ever.  The nerve of Alex
assuming he's going to beat me.  Not only that, Scythe just accepted it as
truth...  And who the fuck is Mrs.  Cleaver?  I grabbed my first shot in
indignation and downed it easily.  "That's one," I stared down Alex.

   "Okay," Alex tilted his head as he grabbed his shot glass.  "I tried to
warn you." He chugged it down effortlessly.

   I grabbed my second one, certain this wasn't going to take long.

   *

   "Fuck," I cringed at my raging headache.

   "Oh good, you're awake."

   I yawned before squeaking open my right eye to a blur that I'm pretty
sure was Alex, and even that was a chore.  Good news was, I was in my own
bed...  Bad news was, I have no idea how I got here.  "What the fuck
happened."

   "You passed out after the seventh shot, but I'm surprised you made it
that far.  After shot three, you were on pure determination." Alex handed
me a couple aspirin and a bottle of water, "Here, take these."

   "Aren't you ever going to get out of bed, Nicole?  It's nearly
two-thirty." My Mom ducked her head in my room.  "Alex," somehow my Mom's
voice perked up at seeing him, "I didn't know you were in here.  Let this
be a lesson to you; this is what happens when you start drinking."

   "Actually, Patty," Alex smiled at her.  "This one's on me.  Nikki and I
went to a restaurant I like last night after she got off work.  The food
was kind of spicy and isn't sitting well with her stomach."

   "Aw...  Well, way to help out a fellow member of this family.  Nicole,
you can learn from that, and make sure you tell Alex thank you for taking
such good care of you." My Mom smiled affectionately at Alex before
whistling down the hallway.  He actually put her in such a good mood she
started fucking whistling.

   I rolled my eyes before doing my best to focus on Alex, "There going to
find out, you know."

   "Find out what?" Alex took the water bottle from me and put a nice,
cool, damp wash cloth on my forehead.

   "You're little game.  The fact you drink and smoke, they're going to
find out.  At least I'm honest about what I do.  You hide it."

   "I didn't smoke," Alex chuckled.  "And the only thing I drank last night
was water."

   "What?  But I saw..." I cringed at the pain that crept to forefront as I
was about to argue.

   "June is a lovely woman and cares about everyone that comes to her home,
especially when she could get in trouble if they drink and drive.  So, I
told her I was a designated driver, but I didn't want to look lame in front
of everyone.  I then asked if she could give me water every time I ordered
a vodka, and I'd be grateful.  She was more than happy to comply.  As for
the smoking, I puffed and released.  I didn't inhale." My eyes followed his
hand as he set the water bottle on my nightstand.  There was a flower
sitting on it.  A yellow, fuck if I now what type it was, flower.  "You
should get some rest, Nikki." He leaned down and sweetly kissed my
forehead, just above the top of the wash cloth before standing.  "I'll be
back to check on you later."

   "You know," I smiled at Alex for perhaps first time.  "I'm not really a
flower kind of girl."

   Alex shrugged, "It was a more personal way of thanking you for inviting
me last night.  I had a blast.  Now get some rest." He walked to the door
and started to shut it, "And Nikki?"

   "Yeah?"

   "You have a lovely smile."

   The door shut before I could respond, but I am also unsure what I would
have said.  It was the first time anybody has complimented me on anything
about me.

   *

   My eyes squinted open and a small smile percolated my lips.  My headache
was gone.  As I tip toed across the hallway and to the bathroom, I could
hear the television from downstairs.  I was determined to be quiet, as I
really didn't want to face My Mom right now.  After I was done relieving
myself, it truly dawned on me the lateness of the day.  Darkness had
already settled across the sky.

   "Shit."

   I was really late for work.  I dashed back across the hall and to my
phone on the nightstand.  I quickly pulled up my contacts and pressed the
call button for Tim, my boss and the owner of Needles.

   "How ya feeling, Nikki?"

   "Huh?" I was confused at his knowledge.  "How'd you..."

   "Got a call earlier from some guy named Alex.  Said you weren't doing so
well.  I figured it must be pretty serious if he was calling because he had
to ask if you were scheduled to work tonight first."

   "Oh, I'm doing a little better.  Especially since Alex called you.  I
thought I was fucked when I saw the time."

   "He's a good guy, maybe you should keep this one around awhile," Tim
chuckled, always teasing me about how quick my relationships last, though
he didn't realize Alex was my step brother.  "Listen, I gotta go.  Get
better and I'll see you tomorrow."

   "All right, Tim.  See you tomorrow."

   I shook my head with a slight smirk.  Alex had called my work.  I took a
breath and hit the call button for Tia.

   "Hey, Nikki; good to know you're alive."

   "Ha, ha," I laughed.  "How are you doing?  Did you have a bad hangover,
too?"

   "No." I heard the sarcasm in Tia's voice.  "I wanted to, but my best
friend had to be all gung-ho and get super drunk, so I had to help get your
ass home.  I had you dry heaving out the back window while Alex drove your
bike."

   "Alex drove my bike?"

   "Yeah, he was tentative at first, but he got the hang of it soon enough,
all because he didn't want you to have to get it today."

   I sighed in disbelief, "Alex again."

   "What?"

   "It's just...  I don't know what to make of him.  Our parents love him,
so I try to knock him down a peg, and he ends up being better with my
friends than I am."

   "So he had a good time; what's fucking wrong with that?"

   "He's a damn nerdy, goodie-goodie..."

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Tia interrupted.  "Aren't you the one saying your
tired of people judging us on how we look?"

   "Yeah," I drew out the word, unsure where she was going with this.

   "And aren't you doing the same thing to Alex right now?"

   "But..."

   "Not only did he care enough about your bike, he carried your
lightweight, drunk ass from the bar to my car and then from my car to your
bed.  I wish you could have seen it; he carried you like a God damn
princess."

   I then mumbled, "He also got me a flower."

   "What did you say?  He got you a flower?"

   I smirked, "Left it on my nightstand."

   "Jesus fuck, Nikki; don't you think your standards are a little too
high? Axe approved of him for crying out loud.  With your ex, Brian, he ran
him off his lawn.  Hell, If this was anyone else, you'd have fucked him by
now."

   I laughed, "You're right."

   "I know I am," Tia snickered.  "And all I'm saying is, he's cool."

   "Thanks Tia.  I needed that."

   "No problem...  Hell, maybe I'll dump Shawn for Alex.  It'd be worth it
just to meet Machete.  Peace out!"

   "Bye," I responded with a chuckle though Tia had already hung up.

   I set down my phone and picked up the flower.  I stared at it curiously,
spinning it slowly as I investigated every petal.  I brought it to my nose
and inhaled.  "That's pleasant." Do women really like receiving these? 
Why? I held it in my hand not sure of anything.  What am I going to do with
this?  The easy answer was get rid of it.  I reached out to my small,
purple, already overflowing garbage can and I lightly set it on top. 
There.

   I sat on my bed and stared at the flower on top of my garbage can.  The
bright yellow was a hard contrast to the black monster aluminum can sitting
under it.  For some reason, it was bothering me.  It seemed so, I don't
know, immoral to leave it like that.  I sighed, resigning myself to my
fate. I slid off the bed and grabbed the flower and the monster can and
went to the bathroom.  I thoroughly rinsed out the can and filled it with
water before sticking the flower in it.  I went back to my room and placed
the can on my nightstand.  I smiled at my new vase, my heart finally at
ease, and went about finding my pajamas, a pair of booty shorts and a t
shirt.

   Since it was so late already, I had wanted to say "Fuck it" to the day
and go back to bed, but my stomach reminded me I hadn't eaten all day.  I
really didn't want to go downstairs; my headache may be gone, but that
would flare right back up with just one word from my Mother, but you gotta
do what you gotta do.  I padded down the stairs in an attempt to hopefully
slip into the kitchen without being noticed.

   It was too quiet, the only sound coming from the television.  I could
have easily made it to the kitchen undetected if I had wanted, but my
curiosity once again clobbered me from what I should have done.  Why can't
I control that?

   I peeked my head into the living room, and saw the most amusing sight.
Alex was asleep on the couch...  sort of.  His body laid on the couch, but
an arm and a leg was completely hanging off of it.  It was as if he was
almost inviting anyone to come prank him in some way; and if I felt any of
the familial bond that I guess I'm supposed to feel, I definitely would
have fucked with him.  Shaving cream in his palm, marker on the face - oh
something would have definitely happened, justified even.  Instead, I just
took in the sight of his nerdy but cute, err, I mean sophisticated handsome
frame in its awkward position and snickered.

   Alex stirred at my musings and in an act of great athleticism,
unceremoniously crashed to the floor.  My snicker gave way to a quick,
hearty laugh.

   Alex languidly sat up with a yawn, before his attention became laser
focused at the sight of me.  "Nikki, how are you feeling?"

   He just fell on his ass and his first words are caring about me.  I
shook my head, the last remnants of my chuckle coming out, "I'm fine, but
what about you?"

   "I'm all right," Alex stood up before walking over to me.  "Here sit
down." He grabbed my hand and guided me over to the couch.  "You must be
hungry; I had brought you soup for lunch, but you were out cold and since
that was the last of it...  just give me a couple minutes." He left, giving
me one of his disarming smiles before he did and once again I had no idea
of what to say.

   Is this guy for real?

   After a small clamoring of pots and pans and hearing the stove turn on,
it took Alex only a couple minutes to return with a plate of scrambled eggs
and toast.

   "You made me breakfast?" I accepted the plate and started to dig in. 
Though unorthodox, I was not about to complain over the offering.

   "They say its one of the best meals for a hangover." Alex sat down and
took hold of the remote, turning the volume down on the television.

   "Who says that?"

   Alex shrugged, "The internet."

   Great, eggs for dinner was the internet's idea.  What's next?  Cake for
lunch?  Cheesesticks for breakfast?

   I got about halfway through my meal, all of about twenty seconds, before
my curiosity again slapped me in the face.  I stared at Alex, before
finally just blurting out, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

   "I'm not sure what you mean?"

   I sighed as I rolled my eyes before focusing back on Alex.  "Carrying me
out of the party, calling my boss, taking care of me today, hell, you just
made me dinner...  Why?" I was a little more forceful than I intended, but
I wanted an answer and wasn't going to settle for "I'm not sure what you
mean?"

   "Aren't I supposed to?  We are allegedly brother and sister, after all.
Would you prefer me to write stuff on your face in marker or put shaving
cream in your palm while you're sleeping?"

   So he was trying to be the protective sibling...  the exact opposite of
what I was trying to be.  I felt embarrassed as I sheepishly admitted the
truth of my actions, "That's not what I was trying to do."

   "Yeah, I know; you're just tired of being compared to me and instead of
changing yourself - why should you, by the way - you thought you'd get me
in trouble, instead...  but I'm choosing to look at it as, hey, this great
girl invited me to a party and I had a blast."

   I appreciated the leniency.  "No hard feelings?"

   "None whatsoever."

   "You said allegedly when you mentioned brother and sister."

   Alex finally turned away from the basketball game on the television to
face me.  "Well, its kind of hard to throw two people together and say,
"You are family now," and all of a sudden be a family.  I don't even know
what a brother is supposed to be?"

   "Yeah, me neither," I shook my head.  "I have no idea what I see when I
see you, but it's far from brother."

   "That's expected," Alex turned back to the game he was watching.

   "So if not a sister, how do you see me?"

   "A firecracker."

   I was taken aback, giving a small laugh in my consternation, "Did you
say firecracker?"

   "Yeah," Alex chuckled back.  "You know, a short fuse but beautiful to
look at; a firecracker.  "

   I blushed three shades of red as I turned and stared at the last of my
eggs.  No one has ever called me beautiful before.  Ever.  And Alex just
threw out the word as if there was no debate.

   I couldn't eat anymore.  I set my plate down on the coffee table, my
mind in turmoil.  I kept glancing at Alex.  If I'm a Firecracker in his
eyes, how did I feel about him?  He's smart, caring, funny, sophisticated
handsome...  and if truth be told, better than any guy I've ever dated. 
His fashion sense is nothing I would normally see as appealing, but on
Alex? It's decidedly him.  But not a brother.  Definitely not a brother.

   Almost, as if on cue, Tia texted.

   - Do you want to hang tomorrow?

   I was suddenly reminded of our earlier conversation in which she
declared, "If this was anyone else you'd have fucked him by now."

   Tia was absolutely right.

   - Working

   It was a short reply, but my mind wasn't wanting to get into a
conversation, texting or otherwise.  It's as if my entire conscious latched
onto that simple truth and my body was being agreeable to the notion.

   "So where's Mom and Bill?"

   Because if my spontaneous plan would come to fruition; I have no
interest in having my Mom walking in on me screwing Alex.  I'd for sure be
kicked out of the house.

   "They said since things were quiet around here, they were heading to
dinner and a movie."

   Quiet?  Yeah, that's just my Mom saying I'm intoxicated...  But the
coast was clear.  Am I really going to do this?  Anyone else, I would have
been bent over the couch already.  But Alex?  Yeah, he doesn't have the
balls.  I would need to be the aggressor; which I can be, but not typically
how I enjoy sex.  But he does deserve it...  and I'm leaking like a broken
water main just at the thought.  Is it the idea of forbidden fruit?  The
compliments?  Or just that it's been a couple months and I need a cock?

   It didn't matter.

   I shifted on the couch to face Alex, my leg underneath me.  He didn't
react.  I scooted forward, putting an arm on either side of him and leaned
in.

   "What are you doing?" Alex eyed me suspiciously.

   His question caused me to momentarily pause.  Should I?  It was a
fleeting thought.  I closed the distance in half a heartbeat, my lips
connecting with his.  I let them settle against his for only a mere second
before mine parted, allowing my tongue to pierce through his barrier and
into his mouth.

   It was an exciting kiss.  After only a temporary lapse, did Alex
actively participate, and he was always just a step behind my carnality. 
Chalk it up to the unexpectedness of our making out...  but still, I've
never been in such control before.

   My hands made their way to his belt.  There was no sensuality to it, no
tenderness.  I simply did what needed to be done in the shortest amount of
time required and pulled downward at his pants and underwear.  Alex lifted
up and the bottom half of his clothes were just a memory.

   I then felt what I was going to be working with.  I tickled the
underside of his shaft before caressing the tip and then truly taking hold
of his cock.  It was hot and, oh so hard in my grip as I pumped it.

   "My, my," I smiled as I broke the kiss.  "Already this fucking hard for
me?"

   It was my attempt at playfulness, and it sounded like garbage coming
from my mouth, but Alex just smiled back, "What do you expect when the
beauty of a Firecracker is coming on to me?"

   There it was again - another compliment.  And it made me want Alex even
more.  I pulled my tank top over my head, revealing my spider webbed
tattooed tits and barbell pierced nipples to him and I paused...  I was
just a little self-conscious about their size, but Alex's eyes went wide in
appreciation, and he mouthed the word, "wow," almost subconsciously, and it
removed my worry.  My hands went to my booty shorts and I pulled them down,
"Well this Firecracker's short fuse is going to make sure something else
explodes this time." That was corny, especially coming from me, but somehow
felt right.  What kind of affect is Alex having on me?

   I stared into his eyes as I positioned his cock at my pussy's entrance.
I'm not sure what it was, but the effect was a hypnotism of such.  I
couldn't look away.  I just stared into those soft brown eyes of his as I
sank down, his manhood filling me, stretching me to the brink.

   I wanted to fuck Alex.  I truly did.  But his eyes anchored my
existence. I moved up and then down in a slow, rhythmic motion, and as I
repeated the movement, Alex lifted his hips ever so slightly upward, as if
exploring what to do.  It was the most tender action I've ever felt during
sex.

   I smiled at Alex, encouraging him to keep going.  This was for him,
after all.  I increased my speed, but only slightly and was rewarded with
Alex's continuation of small thrusts into my canal.  I felt a building of
euphoria...  Maybe this was for me, as well?

   Now, if taken properly, and I mean just absolutely dominated by a guy, I
would have a flurry of orgasms...  but this, what was transpiring between
Alex and I, was going to be something else entirely.  It was a slow arch of
heightened awareness that caused my body to demand the speed it wasn't
getting which caused for a higher sense of ecstasy.  I no longer wanted to
cum; I absolutely needed it.

   Once again, it was Alex's eyes.  Their pained, yet pleasured look was
warning me his release was imminent, and that sent my body to freely grasp
its own pleasure, but was it going to be too late?

   "Nikki, I'm going to...  I'm going..."

   I gave Alex a strained smile.  Alex was definitely going to beat me. 
"No worries; I'm on the pill." Maybe the one thing my Mom absolutely did
right by me...

   Alex's eyes became that of desperation.  He focused intently into my
eyes, my everything.  His hand, in an act of its first participation in
this escapade latched onto the back of my head and pushed me toward him...
toward his lips.

   Alex kissed me.  Alex kissed me fiercely and it was so unexpected...  so
forceful, my body quaked.  The depths of my being clasped tightly against
the invading member, causing me to moan wildly as I ruptured into bliss.  I
felt the increased girth as the pinnacle of his own delirious gratification
broke through and injected me with all that was wonderful, spurring my own
elation even further.

   I pulled back from our kiss, and Alex's expression was one of wonder and
awe.  "Well, that was fun." I kissed him, briefly this time, as I sat up. I
then threw his words back at him, "That was my personal way of thanking
you." I got up, and damn was there was a lot cum seeping out, enough that I
grabbed my shorts to wipe myself, "I would say that we could do that again,
but I like a guy to be more forceful and really just fuck the shit out of
me, and we both know you aren't capable of that, so thanks again for all
you did for me this weekend.  Now I have to go clean up and my ass is going
back to bed.  'Night."

   *

   I woke up the next morning with a purple flower on my nightstand.  I
rolled my eyes before taking stock of the petals.  They were a lovely shade
and as I inhaled the scent, I closed my eyes to cherish it.  Still, not a
flower kind of girl, I also understood the underlying sentiment and so I
placed it in the Monster can alongside the yellow one.

   *

   I didn't see Alex all day.  Not that I was looking for him, but he
wasn't in his room, bathroom, kitchen, living room, our parents room, my
room, or the garage.  I only wanted to tell him thank you for the flower;
that's only appropriate, right?  Finally, I broke down and asked Bill,
definitely not my Mom, and found out he was meeting a classmate to tutor. I
sighed, not understanding why I felt so incomplete and went to work.

   *

   When I got off work, I flew home, really testing my luck through the
speed zone trap on Springwell Avenue.  It was all for naught as when I got
into the house, I peeked into Alex's room and sure enough, he was fast
asleep.  I gave a soft smile at just the sight of him as he looked so
content.  It took all my will power not to snuggle in behind him and drift
to sleep myself.  Instead, I cautiously closed the door, even turning the
handle as I did as so not to disturb him.  All I wanted was to say my
thanks for the flower I didn't care about.

   When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt of Alex, flowers, and at some point
sex with Alex on a bed of flowers.

   And sure enough, when I woke up there was a light blue flower lying on
my nightstand.  It smelled fantastic and it looked good in my vase.  But I
had just missed him as he had already left for school.  Why the fuck am I
even up at seven thirty in the morning?

   I went back to bed.

   *

   I heard the door shut and ran downstairs...  but it was my Mom.  Damn.
And I couldn't back track fast enough.  Double damn...  and a fuck, and a
shit for good measure.

   "Here Nicole," My Mom caught me as I went to turn around.  "Help me get
these groceries in the kitchen."

   I huffed and sighed and gave my dissenting frustration of, "Aw, Mom,"
but left it at that and helped.  If I had done what I wanted and said,
"Fuck off," I already knew her response would be to say I couldn't eat
their food, which wouldn't have been an issue except I was trying to save
money to get out of the house and Taco Bell for dinner every night of the
week is expensive, not to mention that I would hate encouraging a franchise
with my patronage anyway, but a girl has to eat.  But it didn't keep me
from dragging my feet as I started to put the groceries away.

   *

   "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" My Mom asked as she pulled a frying
pan and a sauce pan from the cabinet.

   It was like pulling teeth.  As with anything with my Mom and I, our
conversation was one sided and harped about something I did...  in this
case, she felt my leggings had too many rips in them with one being too
close to my "special place" between my legs.  Special place?  What am I? 
Five?

   "Whatever," I grumbled.  I couldn't get out of the kitchen fast enough.

   My head was down as I walked away, turning toward the steps when
suddenly, a hand landed on my shoulder, turning me sideways and then
pushing me against the wall.  My scream of surprise and anger never escaped
my lips as it was hushed by a forceful connection of a mouth to mine, a
tongue invading my very being.  I smacked at the aggressor before realizing
it Alex.

   The kiss, apparently wasn't all Alex had in mind.  As he plundered
against my tongue, his hands went down and I got the distinct impression he
was going to my waistband only to go slightly further.  My eyes lit up as
he ripped the rip to an insane degree and then lifted his leg and stepped
on the shredded fabric, decimating my pants.  His hands shifted to his own
pants and pulled them down.

   Alex broke the kiss just long enough to lick his fingers and gave me
just enough time to sternly whisper, "My Mom's right..."

   Alex's lips were on me again as his hands went to my pussy.  One to move
the fabric of my g string, the other to wipe at my crevice.  An instant
later, one hand lifted my leg up while with the other, he carefully placed
the mushroom tip of his cock at my opening.

   Alex's thrust was hard and dominating...  and when he repeated the
motion, I didn't even care my Mom was just a breath away in the kitchen.  I
have fucked a guy with my Mom in the house before, but upstairs, in my
bedroom, and behind a closed door.  This was different.  This was
exhilarating.  This was Alex taking me how he wanted the consequences be
damned.

   I fucking loved it.

   Alex pounded viciously into my pussy and my body just could not keep up.
I was having mini orgasms with every penetration, my sheath trying
unsuccessfully to grapple at the invader.  Sure, the slow build up sex on
Saturday night was great, but I cherish this continued mind-numbing fuck he
was providing me.

   And to think I didn't think Alex was capable of this.  He was dominating
me in the most delicious way possible; right in front of my Mother.

   Alex sliced into me one final time, finally allowing my overworked in
such a short time pussy to cling to his cock, which triggered my fulfilling
orgasm to ripple through my body like a jackhammer in an earthquake.  The
feeling of his release exploding inside of me only amplified the affect.

   I knew the smile was plastered to my face as Alex relinquished our kiss.
I didn't know what to say.  My leggings were a noble sacrifice to what just
happened.

   "Alex?  Is that you?" I heard the pitter-patter of my Mom's feet coming
from somewhere in the kitchen.

   Alex pulled his attire together, staring at me with his own amused smile
while whispering, "You wouldn't be in this position if you wore clothes
that allowed for easy access." He then piped up to a more audible decibel
while turning toward the kitchen, but stopping at the entrance way, "Yeah,
Patty, I was coming to let you know that I won't be home for dinner.  I'm
meeting Aaron for a tutor session.  We aren't even close to where we need
to be; but luckily we still have time.  Nikki said she would give me a ride
as she was going out as well and it's on her way.  I think it's her way of
saying thank you for Saturday."

   "I wish I had known sooner, I wouldn't have started making so much for
dinner," my Mom sighed.  "But if it's for school, that's okay; but Nicole
should have told me when she was down here a few minutes ago...  And I'm
not so sure I trust that crotch thingy she drives.  It's too dangerous; you
should drive yourself, or I can give you a ride."

   "Patty, there's no reason for you to go out, Nikki is very safe on her
bike."

   "But..."

   Alex interrupted, "How many years has Nikki been riding her sport bike?"

   "About three years.  She..."

   "And in that time has she ever been in an accident?"

   "Ah," My Mom paused before finishing, "no."

   "Tickets?"

   "I don't..."

   Alex cut her off again, "See, that's all the proof you need." He turned
toward the stairs before peeking back in the kitchen, "And don't you worry
about the extra food.  You know how much I love your leftovers."

   Did Alex just defend me to my Mom?  And win?

   "Oh, Alex." I heard the amusement in my Mom's voice and her hand came
through the entrance way in a playful manner at him.

   Throughout that entire conversation, I was inching up the stairs, doing
everything I could to not make a sound...  and not leak cum on the carpet.
Where the hell does all of that come from?  Does Alex's cock double as a
supersoaker?  I took a sigh of relief when I entered my room because if my
Mom had caught us, despite Alex being the one fucking me senseless, we all
know who would be the one blamed...  It was only then that it dawned on me
that Alex said that neither of us would be home for dinner.  His excuse was
an obvious lie, where the hell are we going?  And what makes him think I
want to go with him anywhere?  And what gives him the right to tell me how
I dress?

   As I was deliberating with myself those last two questions, I was
searching for the perfect going out outfit that satisfied both conditions.

   I chose a combination of what I typically wear; a short tank top, my
leather mini skirt with fishnet stockings.  Looking at everything, I needed
more skirts or I'll quickly run out of pants if Alex is just going to
massacre them.

   "You look breathtaking, as always."

   Compliments.  Is it that I'm not used to hearing them or do I simply
enjoy receiving them?  Or was it just Alex?  Whichever it was, I blushed at
the unexpected voice from my doorway.

   I turned to hide my discomfort, before stating my grievances, "Telling
me what to wear, telling me where to go; I don't listen to my Mom, why
should I listen to you?  And you owe me a pair of leggings."

   "Oh?" Alex thoughtfully interjected.  "Are you saying you want to stay
inside all day with your Mom right downstairs just waiting to argue with
you about everything you do?"

   I did not...  But Alex didn't allow me time to answer.

   "And didn't you tell me that I could, what was the phrase you used -
fuck the shit out of you if I was forceful enough?"

   I did...  But Alex didn't give me time to answer.

   "And doesn't me telling you to wear more accessible clothing allow for
something you loved to happen more frequently and save your other clothes
from a similar fate?"

   It did...  But Alex didn't give me time to answer.

   Alex had come up behind me, his arms encircling my lithe frame causing
me to shiver in his grasp, as his breath was in my ear, "So what are your
arguments, again?"

   I had none...  But Alex didn't give me time to answer.

   Alex's hand slithered north, brushing from my stomach and across my
tits, crossing my neck to arrive at my chin.  Lightly, he moved my head
slightly to the right and applied the softest and most placating kiss upon
my lips.  "Just because I know what you want doesn't mean I'm fighting with
you because I didn't get your permission."

   I took a breath, because fuck I needed it.  Everything about Alex was
becoming my aphrodisiac.  "So where are we going?"

   *

   "Wow," I shook my head with an amused smile.  "I think the last time I
was here, I was nine for one of my cousins birthday parties."

   I had surprised myself by handing Alex my keys.  He didn't even ask. 
Since Tia told me he drove my bike, I was curious to see how he'd do, but
more importantly, I think it was how much Alex has been surprising me
lately and I wanted that to continue.  He didn't tell me where we were
going and I didn't want to know.  But still, I couldn't believe he took me
to Full Throttle, an indoor game center that had laser tag, miniature glow
golf, a wall to climb, a slew of arcade games that provide tickets for
prizes, and an indoor go kart track.

   Alex tried to look serious, but his playful grin gave away his
intentions, "You ready to get your butt kicked?"

   I couldn't believe his audacity.  "I'm going to kick your ass!" I don't
know what got into me, but I started running for the entrance.  Why am I
running?  Alex was right on my heels and got to the door a half a second
before me; just in time to hold it open for me.

   We played nearly ten dollars worth of the arcade games, earning enough
raffle tickets for a tootsie roll, a super bounce ball, and a decoder ring.
Laser tag was a blast, but Alex did end up with a higher score.  The go
karts were even better and I beat him by nearly a lap.  With the score
one-to-one, miniature golf was the tie breaker.

   The only shot of winning I felt I had was teasing Alex...  and it was
working.  Every time I bent over, I made sure to shake my ass in his face.
I brushed against him repeatedly, and on more than one occasion, I grabbed
his cock while he putted.  I was enjoying myself immensely.

   "Whoa, look at that chick."

   "She's must be some sort of freak or something!"

   "Holy shit!  She's actually with someone.  He's lucky he's not a
balloon, or he'll get popped."

   Three rousing gut wrenching laughter's.

   Like I said, I've heard it all before and this time it was from three
fucking asshole high schooler's who were on hole three; and since we were
on hole sixteen on a course that was in the shape of a circle, they were
right behind us.  I was fuming as Alex lined up his shot.

   "Better be careful, she's probably working for Antifa."

   I couldn't take it anymore.  I doubt they even knew what Antifa was,
just repeating something their parents said or heard from television.  Now,
I don't condone violence, unlike my ex who would fight at the first
perceived slight and put me directly in the middle of it, but educating
stupid?  That was perfectly okay in my book.  "Look you..."

   I paused as something whizzed past my arm.

   "Ow!" The one on the left called out as he was hit with a golf ball.

   "Oh, sorry guys," Alex came up next to me, putting his arm around my
shoulder.  "When I swung, the ball hit the obstacle and ricocheted in the
air.  Are we going to have a problem?" He pointed his club at the teen.

   It was an apology, but hinted that it was intentional.  It was a
deescalation attempt combined with a threat.  It was a retaliation, with a
warning.

   "Um, no, Sir."

   "We're good."

   The third put up his hands, "No harm done."

   "Good," Alex lowered his club and pointed at the score card.  "That
counts as a two stroke penalty." He picked up his neon yellow ball and went
back to the course, "I get a drop and the lady gets three apologies."

   All three echoed an "I'm sorry," before walking to the fourth hole,
skipping the third.

   Alex came up behind me, and put me in a comforting embrace.  "Well, that
hole was garbage.  I got a five."

   Time and time again, Alex was showing his willingness to defend me. 
Three asshole teenagers?  Yup.  My Mom's incessant bitching?  Check.  Me
trying to be an idiot at a party?  Of course.  Was this hole garbage?  I
disagree.  For the first time, I melted into his arms and felt like nothing
could ever hurt me.  I was safe.

   Alex ended up winning, but, somehow, so did I.

   *

   I was biting my lip.  As we sat and ate dinner at Shenanigans, a
steakhouse bar and grill, and perhaps the best restaurant a guy has ever
treated me to, which doesn't say much about my former boyfriends, I was
nervous.  Tonight has been great, especially with how much we have been
able to talk, laugh, and enjoy each others company.  But it was still
early, at least for me, and after all Alex has done for me, I wanted to
take him to one of my places.  Would he even want to go?

   Alex finished laughing and then took a drink of his soda, "So do you
want to tell me what you've thinking about for the last twenty minutes?"

   How does he do that?  "Well," for some reason I couldn't even look Alex
in the eye as I asked, "I was wondering if you were interested into going
to this coffee shop I like to go to.  It's called Soulful Brew, and they
offer an open mic to anyone who wants it.  It gives people a voice.  They
get pretty crowded but I like to listen to what's on people's minds.  So...
do you want to go?"

   "I'd love to."

   I exhaled, not even knowing I was holding my breath.  Why do I care so
much if Alex goes with me?

   *

   The coffee shop was quaint, so I'm not sure if "crowded" was the right
term, but it was always at maximum capacity from seven o'clock onward.  We
found one of last available tables and I sat while Alex went to get our
beverages.

   "A coffee, two creams and two sugars for the lady," Alex set the cup in
front of me as he sat down.

   "You knew exactly how I drank my coffee?" I gawked at Alex
incredulously.

   "I pay attention."

   I shook my head before noting his drink had ice in it, "And what did you
get?"

   "Ah, just proof that you don't pay attention," Alex smirked.

   I playfully slapped him.

   "It's an iced hot chocolate," Alex smiled.  "If I have a coffee now,
I'll be up all night."

   "Would that be so bad," I placed a hand on his upper thigh.

   Alex didn't even flinch at my advance.  "That part of it, no, but come
ten in the morning and I pass out during physics class; it might be an
issue."

   "Yeah, I can see..."

   The first speaker began, and I immediately quieted to listen.

   *

   "What do you think?"

   Only three speakers in, the first went off on a political rant, the
second read a piece of poetry on finding love, and the third expressed the
grief over a recent passing of his Father, I was already curious about
Alex's thoughts.

   "It's a forum that allows a person to be heard.  Thought provoking for
the listener, but therapeutic for the speaker.  In fact..." Alex stood and
went to the small line that had formed by the stage.

   I could only wait in anticipation.  What was Alex going to say?  Was
something bothering him?  Was it me?  It took nearly ten minutes before he
made it on stage, my eyes laying an unbreakable stare upon him as he spoke.

   "I've been labeled a nerd since the third grade.  Why?  I don't play
dice games, I've never seen Star Wars, and I'm not a genius.  It actually
stems from the day I got these things," Alex pointed to his glasses.  "But
does wanting to be able to see really make me a nerd?  I'm here with this
great girl, who is self labeled as punk.  She has the tattoos and the
piercings and dresses a certain way; but does that mean she believes in the
ugly words of violence and chaos associated with the word anarchy? 
Absolutely not.  Her belief of anarchy goes to the practicality of the
term; to the curtailment of traditional forms of government and
institutions.  She is an advocate for government reform that entails what
the Declaration of Independence demands; that "Governments are instituted
among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed" -
and echoed by Abraham Lincoln when he spoke that "government of the people,
by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth." Should her
label, one in which she cares about the government, force a negative
stigmatism upon her?  What about everyone here?  Do you dare label yourself
or others?  Remember, above all else, that we are not Nerds or Punks, but
people.  Don't judge a book by its cover because in the end, we are all
human.  Thank you."

   If I was being honest with myself, I fell in love with Alex sometime
Saturday; hell, we even made love already.  But at this very moment, the
truth in the words he spoke about not just himself, but me...  I never had
a guy know me so intimately, my soul laid bare before him, my
vulnerability, my strength...  I consciously knew now that I love Alex.

   It scared me.

   Sure, we've been having fun, but we are, technically, sort of related as
step siblings.  Can that even work?  Would Alex even want to or am I just
some piece of ass to him?  Too many questions were cycling through my head;
I didn't even notice Alex sitting back at the table.

   "Are you all right?"

   I woke up from my daze and couldn't help the smile when I saw Alex. 
Yup, he does that to me.  "I'm fine...  more than fine, actually.  That was
damn good."

   Alex gave a small nod and a slight smirk, "Thank you."

   *

   I wanted so desperately to go into Alex's room when we got home, but are
parents were still up, and for some reason, they still check up on Alex
before bed.  They'd probably check up on me too if I hadn't added a lock to
my bedroom door the day I moved into the house.  Instead, I went to my room
to formulate a plan...

   Which was more than my mind could handle, so I called Tia.

   "So you don't think it's weird?" I nibbled my lower lip as I always do
when I'm nervous.

   "Shit, girl, after all you've said he's done?  I'd be wanting to go out
with him, too.  And I would have definitely fucked him."

   "But we're technically brother and sister."

   "Not by blood...  He's not even a half brother.  Hell, you two don't
even share the same last name so you'd probably be able to get married
without anyone knowing or caring."

   "Thanks, Tia," I smiled.  Tia always had a way of taking my
impulsiveness and turning it into a positive.

   "Besides," Tia started giggling, "when did you start giving a shit about
what everyone else thinks, anyway?"

   Tia made an irrefutable point.

   "So how do I do it?"

   "Now there's a question," Tia sighed.  "I mean if he's into you, he'd
tell you like any other guy would, right?  Just keep doing what your doing,
and he'll come around."

   "If you say so."

   "Listen, I gotta go.  Shawn's over, and he's getting antsy because he's
gagged and handcuffed to the bedposts.  As soon as I hang up, I'm going to
go down on him until he explodes all over my face just to make it up to
him...  Yup, that calmed him down...  See ya, Nikki."

   I didn't even say my farewell as she was already gone.

   Just keep doing what I've been doing, and he'll come around...  I wasn't
so sure.  I had hard time falling asleep.

   The next morning, a white flower adorned my nightstand.  I admired the
blossom as I smelled it, before putting my treasure in its vase...  Should
I get a real vase?  How long will Alex keep doing this?  And what did I do
to deserve it this time?

   And I wasn't going to find out today because I had to work tonight.  I
really wanted to call off, but I needed the money so I can move out,
especially after missing Saturday.  But do I even want to move out,
anymore? Alex is here.

   *

   Tim was tall, muscular, bald, and covered from head to feet in tattoos,
all demonic in nature.  I suppose that's not 100% accurate because the one
that encompassed his head was of SpongeBob Squarepants in remembrance of
his daughter.  He was a great boss, one of those who actually cared for his
employees, and the big reason I saw the light to dump my ex.

   "You want to tell me about it?"

   Yup, of course Tim would notice.  In my defense, it was Tuesday, the
slowest day of the week, and in the spare time it was hard not to get
whimsical...  and today, I had the perfect distraction: Alex.

   "What?" I dropped the glass cleaner I was using to clean the case
holding the earrings and studs.  "Huh?"

   "Yeah, you're thinking about somethin' all right," Tim laughed.  "Is it
that Alex guy?"

   I bent down and picked up the window cleaner.  "Maybe," I coyly
responded.

   "And you suck at trying to play like your not hiding things." Tim shook
his head, "So when do I get to meet this future break up and size him up
for myself?"

   Of course, Tim was being the Father figure I never had.  "I don't
know... Tattoos and piercings aren't really his scene."

   Tim nearly coughed up a lung.  "Is he blind or somethin'?  I mean
look..."

   I snickered as I held up my hand, "I know what your going to say, and
no, he isn't blind."

   Tim came over to me, "I didn't mean it like that...  I mean look at me,
there's nothin' wrong with being us."

   I knew he didn't mean it that way, nor did I take it as such.  "I know
that; and Alex knows that, as well.  He's..." and I thought for the right
word to sum up Alex.  A quick smile percolated my lips as I finished,
"different.  He's kind, caring, sweet..." Yeah, I couldn't keep it to just
one.

   "Interesting?" Tim rubbed at his chin as he cut me off.

   "What?"

   "This Alex guy has you turned all around, doesn't he?"

   "What's that supposed to mean?"

   Tim chuckled, "Normally when you meet a guy you talk about where you
hooked up or his ride or even tattoos or piercings he might have.  This is
the first time you talked about a guy and mentioned something that
matters."

   Tim was right and I had no response.

   Ding...

   The entrance bell sounded and Tim and I both looked to the door.

   Tim, completely astonished, gawked at the guy who walked in...  no one
that preppy has ever stepped foot into this shop.  "Hey, how's it goin'. 
What can I do for you today; tattoo or piercing?"

   My response was one of joy, "Alex; what are you doing here?" If I was
one of those cheerleader types, I would have ran into his arms; hell, I
would have done it if I knew where I stood with him.  Alas, my smile was
all I could allow myself in my giddiness.

   "I brought you dinner," Alex offered me a brown paper bag.  "A burger
and fries from Archie's Diner down the road."

   "Oh, wow, thanks." I took the Styrofoam container out and munched on a
French fry.

   "So you're Alex?" Tim put a hand on Alex's shoulder.  "We've gotta
talk." He then started pulling him toward the back door.

   Alex glanced back over his shoulder, "I guess I'll be right back."

   "Wait," I shut the container and set it on my station.  "I'll come with
you."

   "Nikki," Tim was still was guiding Alex.  "Watch the shop."

   Watch the shop?  On a Tuesday?  I sighed as I sat on my stool and took
hold of my burger.  It was the same with every boyfriend of mine, only in
this case, Alex wasn't my boyfriend.  I just hope Tim doesn't skin him
alive like he did all the others I've intoduced to him.

   *

   Laughter.  Laughter was good...  I think.  I mean, it didn't sound
maniacal like when some psychopath murders fifty people in a movie so it
must be good...  Right?

   It was better than any reaction my exes got from Tim.

   Tim entered through the back screen door, brushing his hands together as
if he had just did something.  My heart skipped a beat as the door shut,
but calmed as the door reopened and Alex walked in; and he was in one
piece.

   "You boys have fun?"

   Tim laughed, "Nikki, you aren't going to believe this, but Alex here
just commissioned two works from me."

   "He...  He did?" Oh my God; Alex is getting a tattoo...  two of them?

   "All right, Nikki," Tim continued.  "Into the chair."

   "Wait, what?"

   Alex came up to me and kissed me and my knees buckled.  "I'm purchasing
two tattoos for you, anything and anywhere you want for one, but the other
I get to pick out and it's going just above the head of the large dragon on
your back."

   "Ooh, what's it going to be?" I was now intrigued.  What did Alex want
my body to say?

   "That's a surprise; if your game?"

   Was I game?  Absolutely.  Besides, with me saving there was no way I
could afford another tattoo, even with the discount Tim gives me.  And I
already knew what I wanted.  I went right to the "cute girly" section as
Tim calls it and pointed out a flower.  "I want this one on the back of my
leg."

   Tim looked at me curiously, "A flower?"

   I just smiled back.  It was the only tattoo we had that looked like one
of the flowers Alex had given me.  "And I want it coming out of a Monster
can."

   Tim's expression was one of pure shock, before he shook his head, "All
right, Nikki, into the chair."

   "And you better not mess up my dragon."

   Tim stared me down, offended.

   I laughed, "Yeah, I know you won't; I was just teasing."

   Tim pumped up the chair to raise it, "Like I'd mess up a tattoo.  Hell,
I'm the one that put that thing on there."

   All the while Tim was working on the masterpiece on my back, Alex's pick
for me; I was trying to decipher what it could be.  The needle movements
seemed sporadic and, at times, like he was just making little dots.  If
this were a game, I'd definitely be stumped.

   *

   A firework.  That was what I was looking at in the mirror.  A large
exploding firework tattoo in the shape of a circle that just fit the open
space behind the head of my dragon.  And then on the bottom curve in black
letters was the word Firecracker...  The word Alex used to describe me.  It
was perfect.

   "I love it." I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips which made
me sound like a eight-year-old.

   "Will you stop staring at that thing and get to work?  It's been three
hours now," Tim rolled his eyes at me.  "When Alex told me what he wanted
for you, I wasn't sure.  But he insisted you'd like it and when he did
that, I was convinced.  It ended up being one of my best works, especially
with the special writing he wanted."

   I didn't think the word "Firecracker" would be that difficult; I mean it
was only in bold and in a semi cursive font.  I would have pressed the
thought further except the rest of what he said struck me and I eyed Tim
carefully, "You trusted him that much?"

   "Yeah," Tim waved his hand dismissively, "Go, get married, and have lots
of kids."

   I gulped at the declaration before offering a nervous chuckle.  For that
to happen, I would first have to land the guy...

   "I meant go right now," Tim laughed at my hesitation.  "I think I'll be
fine this last hour and a half."

   I darted out the door before Tim changed his mind, a dorky smile
plastered to my face.  I knew exactly what I was going to do.

   *

   I strode into the house to find Alex sitting at the kitchen table,
putting school books away...  He must have just finished with a tutor
session.

   The house seemed quiet, Bill's car was gone and if he wasn't around this
late, that meant he took my Mom somewhere...  This was my moment.  I walked
up to Alex and before he could say a word, my mouth was attached to his. 
Our tongues dueled as my hand slid down and cupped his cock.

   I broke the kiss, dropping to my knees as I did.  "Someone enjoyed
that." My hands quickly went toward Alex's belt.

   "Nikki," Alex's hand grabbed me by the wrist.  "No."

   What?  There was so much emotion coursing through my entire being at
that statement.  Alex was rejecting me...  He had his fun and now its over?
No, this can't be it.  I forced my way through his grasp while forcing a
playful grin.  "You're going to love what I have in store for you."

   "Nikki, I said no," Alex grabbed my wrists again, this time standing as
he did.

   I sat back on my haunches, staring at him.  I couldn't even be mad at
Alex, he played by all my rules.  I still couldn't stop my eyes from
welling up as I stood.

   "I swear, what are you doing to Alex now?" My Mom's voice called out
from the front door.

   "Can't you leave him alone for one day?" Bill added as they both walked
into the kitchen.

   My mind was a jumbled mess.  I ran from the kitchen and made it to the
stairwell before I slumped against the wall, my body unwilling to go any
further.  Were we really through or was it that Alex just saved me again?
Love was so infuriating.

   "What did Nikki want this time?" I heard Bill ask.

   "I don't know."

   "Oh, Alex, don't cover for her.  She wants to be an adult, she needs to
take responsibility like one," My Mom obviously didn't buy Alex's response.

   I heard Alex sling his backpack over his shoulder.  "I honestly don't
know, Mom."

   "Did you just call me Mom?" There was a sense of shocked giddiness in my
Mom's tone.

   Alex didn't hesitate, "Why not?  It's not like anyone else wants the
job."

   "Oh, Dear," My Mom was becoming emotional.

   "Well, it has been a long day...  I'm going to call it a night." A
moment later, Alex stood before me.  He leaned in and pecked my lips, his
hand moving around my waist to my ass and giving it a hard squeeze, pulling
me toward him.  He broke the kiss, his lips then came to my ear, "They went
next door to argue about that tree again and I knew they would be back
quickly."

   I whispered back, "But Bill's car..."

   "Is in the shop," Alex interrupted.  "And now you made me use the
biggest trump card I had with your Mom." He pulled back, wagging his finger
in front of my face with a mischievous grin.  "At exactly three seventeen
in the morning, you're going to come into my room and make it up to me." He
finished by kissing me hard, and I was immediately wet.

   *

   I had a lot of work to do.  Alex said I was to make it up to him, but
apologies were never my strong suit.  I figured I would still do what I was
going to do to him in the kitchen, but now I wanted make it an ordeal.  I,
however, don't own lingerie, but I wanted to dress sexy as well.  I decided
to cut the cups out of one of my black bras, I really didn't need them
anyway, and the triangle covering my pussy from a matching g string.  Is
that sexy?  Who knew, but it would provide an eighteen-year-old guy an
excellent view.

   I took my time with my make up, making sure every line, every brush
stroke, every dollop of powder was perfectly placed.  Lastly, I looked at
my hair.  I had different colors of dye available, and perhaps this was a
good night for a change.  I looked at my options and I instantly knew which
one would be perfect.  A light blue, similar to the color of the trim on my
bike that Alex complimented...  and once dyed, I finished the ensemble by
putting my hair in pigtails.  That's cute, right?

   I wanted to be sexy and cute for Alex tonight...

   But what the hell was that shit about that random ass time of three
seventeen in the morning?  Is there some sort of sex secret that happens at
that time?  Kind of like four-twenty?  What didn't I know?

   *

   At three sixteen, I tip toed across the hallway, suddenly aware that my
Mom and Bill were right at the end of the hall.  I was the lucky one to
have my room right next to theirs, and I knew it was because my Mom had
wanted to keep tabs on me.  Heaven forbid I sneak a guy into the house and
fuck him because they would hear it.  Fortunately, I don't have to sneak
someone in as Alex's room is right across the hall...  with a bathroom
separating it from our parents to keep them in the dark.  I put my hand on
the door, slowly turning the knob.  I glanced over my shoulder to the clock
on my nightstand and waited.  Despite the fear of a parent entering the
hall and seeing me like this, I waited for the big red numbers to change.

   It felt like an eternity, but as soon as the six became a seven, I
pulled open the door and entered, slowly closing it behind me.

   Alex was sitting up in his bed, engrossed in a book, his reading light
barely illuminating his body.  I thought for sure I'd be waking him up.

   "Were you awake this whole time?"

   Alex calmly replied, "No," before his gaze patrolled my body, causing me
to blush a bright red all over, hoping he approved of my efforts.  "As
always, a true firecracker."

   I smiled, understanding exactly what that now meant.  I am beautiful.  I
sauntered over to his bed and placed a tender kiss upon his lips to show my
appreciation before I became carnal in our making out.

   Alex's hands went to my waist before diverting down different paths, one
toward my ass and the other my tits.  I pulled away, taking a step back as
I did.  "Nope," I smiled provocatively.  "I owe you, remember?"

   Alex leaned back against the headboard, falling comfortably into his
pillows.

   I threw his comforter to the side of the bed before putting a hand on
his thigh.  I gently grazed upward, my fingertips scraping across his flesh
and through the hair on his legs.  When they reached fabric, my other hand
joined in and savagely pulled down the offending boxers.

   "Ow," Alex mused as his erection got pulled by the waistband.

   I smirked, "That wouldn't have happened if you were wearing clothes that
were more accessible."

   "What else could I have worn to bed to be more accessible?"

   "You could have been naked." I responded coolly as my hand carressed his
balls.

   "Point taken," Alex breathed out.  "I won't make that mistake again."

   "Good," I slid onto the bed, between Alex's legs.  "Be sure you don't,
or how could I wake you up like this?"

   My head lowered, my tongue swiping at the mushroom head of the love of
my life's cock.  It was hard and on fire with how turned on Alex was. 
Yeah, I did that.

   I lowered further, my tongue cascading around the sensitive underside of
the shaft while my barbell offered a blunt hardness and caused Alex to
twitch in delight.

   Alex was squirming under my ministrations, and I absolutely fell in love
having this effect on him.  He was putty under the guise of my mouth and if
I wanted, I know I could've asked for the moon, and he would get it for me.

   Finally, I began bobbing, slow for the first couple strokes, but with
increasing vengeance.  I wanted to do this for Alex...  and with the
raising of his hips in the air, not even humping, but actually using his
legs to arch his hips in the air with desperation as I continued in a
flurry of plunges, I knew he needed this as well.  He even grabbed a pillow
to mute his wild moans.

   It was such a high for both of us as Alex came with a burst of true
euphoria.  His seed flooded my mouth, the saltiness profound as I swallowed
what I could.  It appeared never ending, and I must admit, some trickled
out the corners of my mouth, the white cream a stark contrast to my
midnight black lipstick.

   It was surreal.  I sat on my knees and saw Alex huffing into his pillow.
His body appeared as if it went through a wringer of ecstasy.  It truly
made me think...  "Was that your first blowjob?"

   Alex nodded, still breathing too heavily to do anything else.

   Well, I did my part.  But we weren't done yet.  Not by a long shot. 
Just seeing that I was able to turn Alex, the man so well pronounced, into
a tub of goo...  Fuck, that made me super horny.

   My hand took hold of his cock and began jerking it.  I leaned over and
licked the tip and Alex's eyes lit up.  I bobbed once to firmly get his
attention before sliding forward, and simply sitting on his hard dick.

   Fuck did that feel good.

   Alex looked like a man possessed as he didn't wait, pounding me from
underneath before I could even get started...  And it felt intoxicating. 
It took me several moments to even try to match his tempo, and I must
admit, I only succeeded because he grabbed my hips and flipped me on my
back, moving me like his little rag doll so I no longer had to mirror his
movements.

   My litany of little spurts of orgasms Alex was causing weren't so
little. He plowed into me and I accepted every thrust, this time it was my
body torquing into an ungodly position under his ministrations, my neck
permanently craned and my mouth in a constant "o" shape.

   Now it was my turn to grab the pillow to muffle my scream, my hand
barely locating it in time before this Firework exploded and disintegrated.
On the other side of the pillow, I felt the force of Alex's head pressing
down, his midsection penetrating as deep as he could go as he too came
again.

   It was a rupture of mixtures, our raptures mingling in a cavalcade of
lust as Alex spurt his seed directly into my womb causing aftershocks for
what seemed like days.

   Holy Shit.

   Alex took hold of the pillow and flung it to the left of me.  His smile
was effervescent as he kissed me with a certain uninhibited sweetness of
passion before falling to the side, putting me between him and the wall. 
His arm wrapped around me, first to secure the comforter over us and then
to secure me, holding me as if his intentions were to never let go.

   It was amazing and I wanted to hold onto this feeling forever.  I
promised my self I'd only stay in Alex's room until he fell asleep,
allowing me to cherish all that was just a little bit longer.

   *

   I never woke up before feeling so loved.  Never have I ever stayed in
bed with a guy all night; with prior boyfriends, after the deed was done,
one of us had to get home.  But this?  We were already home...  and Alex
was still holding me.  I honestly don't want to sleep without him ever
again.

   I never woke up feeling so scared.  A panic began to wash over me as I
was still in Alex's room.  If my Mom or Bill caught me in here, in Alex's
bed, dressed like this?  Whom am I kidding?  Just being in this room would
be enough.  I sat up in a flash, hoping my hasty retreat would be quick
enough...  What time was it, anyway?

   "Relax," Alex chuckled.  "They're gone already."

   "Huh?" They're gone and I'm not dead?

   "I woke up before them, shut your door, made like I was going to school,
and came back home after they left."

   My eyes were wide in disbelief.  "You're ditching school?"

   "Nothing is happening today that I can't make up." Alex leaned in and
kissed me.  "I just thought we could spend some time together before you
headed off to work." He slid out of bed with a smile, "I'm grabbing a
shower."

   "And when did you find time to get this?" I reached for my prize, a pink
flower.

   Alex just smiled.

   *

   Spending the morning with Alex was amazing.  I felt like we were the
happy couple spending a Saturday lounging around the house...  I even
attempted to cook breakfast which quickly became cereal, but the afternoon
sandwiches I made were good.

   The morning turned into afternoon which then became our life.  Between
Alex's school, my work, and dodging our parents, we laughed, we went out,
we fucked...  It was like a dream.

   The dream ended every moment I thought about our reality.  We weren't a
couple.  We were - fuck if I knew - and I was too much of a chicken to ask,
not wanting to lose what I had.

   *

   "Tim?"

   It was a shock to get a phone call from my boss.  I was in the process
of getting ready for work, but since I wear my regular clothes to work, all
"getting ready" constituted was me putting on my boots.  But he never
called me.

   "Yeah, don't come in today.  Last nights storm knocked out the power and
it won't be back on till tomorrow morning at the earliest."

   There was a storm last night?  The only storm I recall was the hurricane
Alex turned into while fucking me which caused me to turn into a tsunami.
"All right," I smiled just thinking about last night.  "Here's hoping I see
you tomorrow."

   "Yeah," Tim chuckled.  "Thank God it's a Tuesday."

   *

   "What are you doing here?"

   It was said so condescendingly, I almost argued back at my Mom, but the
thought I get to spend the evening with Alex was more than enough to quell
my fire.

   "Gee, thanks, Mom.  Nice to see you, too," I snickered sarcastically.

   Mom laughed, "Sorry, Dear, I just meant you normally work on Tuesdays.
Did something happen?"

   "Storm knocked out the power at the shop, so I'll be hanging around."

   "If that's the case, help yourself to some of these snacks."

   "Thanks." I don't mind if I do.  I took a handful of popcorn and stuffed
my face.

   "You know," my Mom continued.  "I really like the blue hair.  Ever since
you dyed it that color, you've been a pleasure to be around."

   Basically, my Mom just said - with two big thumbs up - 'I like that you
are fucking Alex because we don't fight as much.  Keep doing it.' I chose
to change the subject.  "What's all this for, anyway?  Having a party?"

   "Oh goodness, no," Mom poured some pretzel sticks in a bowl.  "Tuesdays
and Thursdays are the days Alex tutors here.  I like to put out a couple
bowls of snacks for him and Aaron.  As much as I try, I know it's not
nearly what that girl is used to, with her family being so well off, but
she's always sweet about it."

   I started to walk away, but briefly froze as I heard the word - girl.  I
thought Erin was an Aaron.  Alex tutors a girl.  A rich girl.  He never
mentioned that before.

   *

   My ultimate weakness was suffocating me.  Again.  I just couldn't help
my curiosity from dancing and pulling all the unwanted what if strings in
my head.  Is Erin why Alex hasn't defined our relationship?  Will all this
end?  Where I would normally be in my room, I sat on the couch, cradling a
throw pillow - I just had to get a glimpse of this home wrecker.

   "Alex called and said he was running late, Erin, so if you want to wait
in the living room with Nicole, I'm sure it'd be more comfortable."

   "Thanks, Mrs.  Tasker."

   I already hated this girl, all formal and proper by calling my Mom "Mrs.
Tasker."

   And then she walked in the room.  Her blonde hair, her white sundress,
her - how much milk did she drink to get those?  - her pink make up and
matching lipstick while wearing some over priced heeled sandals and Prada
bag.  I really hated her now.

   "Oh, you must be Alex's sister, Nicole," Erin's smile was so demure.

   "Nikki, and that's the rumor." I cut those words off as I spoke them. 
However accurate in a familial sense, it felt more rumor than truth. 
Brothers just don't go around fucking their sisters as they're pinned to
the wall.

   "Okay," the princess drew out the word.

   Erin sat down on the couch, pulling out a Seventeen magazine from her
backpack as she did.  She flipped through some of the pages before finding
an article she liked.  It only took a moment for her to start reading... 
out loud.  "Fifteen things that make a guy instantly want to date you... 
number one: When you make the first move."

   Please make this stop...

   Erin turned to me, "Do you think that would work?"

   "What?"

   "Making the first move; does that work?"

   "I..."

   "Specifically," Erin interrupted.  "Would that work with Alex?"

   My mouth failed me for the first time...  Ever.  It became so dry at the
knowledge this girl was laying on me.  I had to swallow hard twice just to
move my lips.

   "You are his sister," Erin continued, "So I thought you might be able to
help me out."

   I barely squeaked out, "You like Alex?" I don't know why I needed
clarification.  Perhaps it was hope.

   "My goodness; what's not to like?" Erin smiled a smile that made me want
to punch her in her perfect teeth.  "He's awesome, charming, well-spoken,
and the only person I know that can defeat my Father, Randolph Duke, in a
conversation.  He's definitely the man of my dreams and Daddy says he
already approves.  Daddy says that if Alex makes the commitment, he'd pay
for his tuition to go to Harvard with me and have a job lined up at Daddy's
corporation when he graduates.  I feel lucky he started tutoring me so I
could find out what a great guy he is.  He doesn't talk much, until you get
to know him, so everyone just thought of him as a nerd and never gave him
the time of day.  So?"

   So what?  So many questions came from that I almost didn't know where to
start.  Almost.  "You're going to Harvard and want to take Alex with you?"
It was barely above a whisper.  Even if they started dating, as long as
Alex was here, I'd have a chance.  I don't even know where Harvard is.

   "Yup.  I almost have my grades high enough, thanks to Alex, and Daddy
says that his friends on the board will get me and Alex in, no problem."

   If she says "Daddy says" one more time...

   But I had a problem.  This girl, this princess - Erin - is the answer to
Alex's future.  Harvard, a career, money...  Who am I compared to ALL THAT?
Alex and I don't have a relationship and the only thing I can offer is a
couple wet holes for his dick.  I felt entirely inadequate.  I was nothing.
I couldn't even talk anymore.  I pointed at her magazine - her bible - and
nodded.  I then buried my head into the pillow.

   "Thanks!" Erin over giddily cheered like she won the lottery.

   "Sorry for the delay, Erin," Alex walked into the living room.  "I had a
flat tire.  Just let me wash my hands first, and we'll get started.  Hey,
Nikki."

   That's all I get?  A "hey, Nikki?" Though I wasn't looking, I'm sure he
didn't even glance my way, either.  Wouldn't want to risk upsetting Little
Miss Moneybags.  I was right.  I am nothing.  Just Alex's version of
slumming.

   "Wish me luck," Erin announced as she stood.

   I glanced up teary-eyed to see her saunter up the stairs.  I couldn't
watch this.  If they're going to be in the kitchen, I'm going to my room.

   I reached the top of the stairs to see Erin confronting Alex outside the
bathroom.

   "Would you want to get a pizza after our study session?"

   I should've waited until they were in the kitchen.  Now I get to see the
proposal and the acceptance of the man I love to someone else.

   Fuck.  This.  Shit.

   I may have lost my voice.  I may have lost Alex.  But this Firecracker
sure as hell didn't lose her boom.

   As I passed Erin, I hip checked her into the bathroom...  hard.  Bitch
shouldn't have been in my way.  Have a nice life, Alex.  I slammed my door.

   I saw the overflowing Monster can of flowers on the nightstand, one
every morning since it all started, and turned harshly toward my mirror. 
Even my own bedroom wasn't a sanctuary anymore.

   I stared at myself in the reflective glass, and for the first time, I
felt ashamed.  Ashamed about my hair, ashamed about my make up, ashamed
about my tattoos, ashamed about my piercings, ashamed about how I dressed.
I couldn't compare...  No, there was no comparison.  It was Erin and then
everyone else and then a pile of maggot infested garbage and then ten acres
of horse shit and then me.

   The tears wouldn't stop.

   At some point in time, my body felt comfort.  My mind was still in a
self-induced fog, but my body felt safe, secure.  It was an unusual
contradiction in the tumultuous emotional roller coaster I was feeling.

   My breathing slowly returned to normal and I finally realized I was
being held by Alex.  I broke away from his grasp, "What are you doing
here?"

   "You're upset; where else should I be?"

   "Oh, I don't know," I threw up my hands, "Maybe with your Princess?"

   "This is about Erin?" Utter shock came from Alex's throat.  "What could
she have possibly done to you in the ten minutes I wasn't here?"

   Technically, nothing.  I hate it when Alex does this.  Always stating
the perfect string of words together to not allow my rebuttal.  I sighed as
I collapsed on my bed, my face in my pillow, "Just, have fun at Harvard,
okay?"

   Alex sat down on the bed next to me, "You say that, but I don't believe
you mean it." His hand found a home on the small of my back and began a
light rubbing there.

   I mustered all of my will power as I flipped over to face Alex.  "She's
perfect, ya know.  College, job, money, hell, her tits are like cow udders
compared to mine.  You should be with her, you'll be set for life.  You'll
be..."

   I was interrupted by Alex laughing...  A gut wrenching laugh.  I didn't
like it.  I suddenly felt like I was his personal joke.

   "I'm sorry," Alex coughed to compose himself.  "You sure are something
else; you know that?"

   "What's that supposed to mean?" I instinctively put my hands on my hips,
ready for an altercation.

   "I understand now," Alex smiled his disarming smile and my hands began
to loosen from their place.  "You feel I'm going to leave you for Erin."

   "Why wouldn't...  wait, what?" My mouth fell agape at what he said.  To
leave me he has to...  be with...  me...  wouldn't he?

   Alex stood and then pulled me up.  He moved me in front of the mirror,
his eyes piercing mine through the glass.  "If I wanted to know what
everyday of the rest of my life would be like, I'd be with Erin.  But she
left when I turned her down and I'm here in this room with you, Nikki.  You
are spontaneous, full of life, funny, and though I have no basis of
comparison, amazing in the sack.  And these," he then cupped my tits
causing me to quiver, "Are the perfect amount of wonder.  You will always
and forever be my Firecracker.  I love you."

   "Oh, Alex," I melted into Alex's arms as I turned and kissed him.  At
just the touch of our lips it felt like our souls embraced.  "I love you,
too."

   Alex smiled and so did I.

   I then blinked, fully recognizing what Alex had said.  "Did you say I
was the first girl you've fucked?"

   Alex smiled, "Does that surprise you?  That first time, I didn't know
what to do, so I just laid there."

   "But after that first time, you were so..." Dominate, bold, awesome,
great; what was the right word?

   "The internet."

   "Huh?"

   Alex chuckled, "You said if I wanted to have sex with you again, I had
to be more forceful, so I spent half the night researching it.  You have no
idea how many times I stopped myself from asking, "Are you okay?" or "Is
this what you want?" But once I had it down, and I was certain you were
okay with how I did it, and we had got along so well; we became a couple.
At that point, I had you branded so you would know I meant forever.  Tim
was so worried and needed quite a bit of convincing, but in the end he
believed you about me."

   I turned around to face Alex.  I couldn't help but snicker, "Alex, I
hate to burst your bubble, but that's not a branding tattoo."

   Alex looked at me incredulously, "You seriously don't know?  With all
the times I've caught you staring at it?"

   I immediately looked over my shoulder and into the mirror.  At first
glance, the tattoo is a firework with the word Firecracker underneath it.
That's how I always saw it.  But now that I'm told to look at it past face
value...  there it is.  Sure enough, the sparkles in the explosion spell
out words.  The tattoo actually states "Forever Alex's Firecracker."

   "I...  I..." I was choked up.  From that day, Alex knew we were going to
be together and here I was worrying about some snobby princess.

   "I had to make sure it was vague enough so that if our parents ever saw
it, they wouldn't see what it says.  And on that note," Alex's smile was
the largest I've ever seen it as he pulled something from his pocket.  "Our
parents would definitely notice you walking around with a ring on your
finger, so I thought this would be the perfect compromise." He held up a
choker with a diamond pendant.

   My eyes went wide, my body on the verge of tears.  I wanted to scream
out "Yes!" but my curiosity reared its head in defiance.  "But are you
still leaving me in the fall?"

   Alex put a hand to my cheek, "I already opted out of the dorm room."

   "Whew," I smiled grandly.  "Then I..."

   Alex interrupted, "And opted us into an apartment near campus.  Still
close enough for you to get to work and back."

   The commute to work could have been ten hours and I wouldn't have cared.
I leaned my head forward, allowing Alex to attach the choker.

   I glanced up at Alex, the man of my dreams, with his polo shirts and
khakis, his clean cut hair, his "sophisticated handsome" refinement...  The
exact opposite to my tattoos, my dyed hair, my piercings, my "punk" persona
and knew we were perfect for each other...  and we'd outlast any hardship
that comes our way.

   I sunk to my knees to give him a "Yes" he would never forget.


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