shuhaige
84
Again, I searched the room while my sister spoke, desperately hoping that no one could hear. I needed to get her out of there before she got herself in serious trouble. I wrapped my arm around her back and lifted her off the couch.
“Where are we going?” Lucy slurred as I slowly walked her back towards the stairs.
“Time for bed,” I said.
“Finally!” Lucy said, “Took you long enough.”
“Not like that,” I said, “You need to sleep it off.”
“What’s the matter, bro, am I not hot enough for you?” Lucy asked, then belched. Her breath smelled like a still.
“Let’s just get you some rest, OK?”
I helped Lucy up the stairs and led her back to her bedroom. The further we went, the slumpier she got, till I practically had to carry her through her doorway. Carefully, I lowered her onto her bed. She grunted lightly as she hit the mattress and then sighed, smacking her lips with sleep.
For a moment, a protective and perverse part of me considered stripping her out of her party outfit. But I decided it was probably safer to let her sleep it off in her dress. I ran off to the bathroom, grabbed a wastebasket, and put it next to her bed.
“If you need to throw up,” I told my sister. She was already halfway to dreamland.
“You have to fuck me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t even sure if she was aware she was talking to me.
“In the morning,” I said.
“No,” Lucy said, grabbing my arm so tight, it felt like an eagle latching onto a branch. Her eyes went wide and suddenly she was wide awake. “Now! Do me right this second or it’s over between us Dylan. You can go back to stroking it all by your sad self. I swear to God, it’s now or never.”
“Fine, we’ll do it now,” I said.
Lucy smiled at me, then softened. She let her head lay back on the pillow again. “Thaasss a good boy,” she murmured. “Ravish me.”
“I just need to get a condom real quick and I’ll come right back.”
“OK,” Lucy said. Her eyes were already fluttering shut. “Come back and give it to me. So good.”
I extricated my arm and tiptoed back from the bed. Lucy’s eyes were shut. She was still murmuring, but I was pretty sure she was passed out or close to it.
When I got to the door, she repeated my name. I froze.
“I love you, Dylan,” Lucy said, absently.
“I love you, too,” I said.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.
“No, I mean I love you love you,” Lucy said.
“Yes,” I said, “Me too.”
A moment later, my sister went completely silent. I waited to make sure, then slipped back outside of her bedroom.
*
I returned to the party, but I wasn’t feeling it. Things were starting to break up, anyway. Eventually, after just about everyone had left, I climbed into bed. I was exhausted, but wide awake. My mind raced with everything that had happened with Lucy — all that we’d said and done. And hadn’t done.
Eventually I guess I fell asleep because the next memory I have is of someone knocking on my bedroom door. It felt like they were beating on my skull. Too much alcohol and not enough sleep had left me in quite a state.
Carefully, I got up from bed. I realized I’d never changed out of my slacks and dress shirt from the night before. I limped to the door.
Lucy was on the other side, looking quite a wreck herself. Her dress was half off her shoulder and her golden blonde locks were sticking up all over the place, like a cruel parody of the big hair you’d see in an 80s TV show.
“Hi,” Lucy said, looking down at her feet. “I think I threw up last night. In a trash can.”
“I left it there for you,” I said.
“I thought so,” Lucy said, “I don’t remember a lot of last night.”
“You got drunk,” I said.
“Figured that part out,” Lucy said. She pushed past me and then dropped onto my bed. I was pleased to see (and smell) that she was at least vomit-free. She snuggled into my pillows. “I hope I didn’t do anything too embarrassing.”
“You really don’t remember?” I asked. I sat down next to her. My sister quickly shied away. Like I’d shocked her.