Name: Alex 2007-10-16 21:46
Well, I've decided I'm not just going to avoid Kayla, because I've realized that that wouldn't accomplish anything. I don't want to do that no matter what, but things are still getting out of hand. I'll fill you in on what happened.
Now, one thing that you must know about Kayla is that she is a tomboy. She wears kakhi pants, t-shirts, and has a schedule that is filled with sports year round. So while I do swimming in the fall, she has baseball at the same time. She had a meet today, and swim practice was canceled for me, so I decided it's be a good time to go and watch her play. Funny thing was that I happened to be sitting by her boyfriend during, this one a football player named Greg. Greg and Kayla have been going out for about 3 weeks now, perhaps a new record for Kayla on having a relationship. She goes through boyfriends like toilet paper. Anyway, her team lost the game with a score of 5-6. She went up to Greg, they talked for a while, then she came to me, excited that I actually showed up. I told her it was nothing, and we drove home. Of course, she was still filthy as a pig from the game, so she went upstairs and took a shower. I just stayed downstairs on my computer, waiting for her to finish. After she finished, she came downstairs dressed in a pair of track shorts and a tank top. She just plopped down and started watching TV in the living room. Looking at her sitting there, water still glistening off her body, I was mesmerized. I walked on over and sat down on the couch, a little more than a cushion away from her. I think she was watching Will and Grace on DVR, or something like that. I asked her to change the channel to something interesting, like the Simpsons, but She said no.
I kept egging her, poking her in the side with my foot, when She finally said, "Look, if you want to change the channel, you're going to have to take the remote from me yourself" with a bracy-smile I had seen many times before. She had made a challenge, like every other day, and like always, I took up on the offer. I scooted across the couch and "accidentally" fell on top of her with my back facing her. She was laughing the entire time, saying I was crushing her. I ignored her pleas, and pretended I was sleeping. She finally got the brilliant idea of trying to push me off with her feet, but all she managed to accomplish was turning me around so I was lying on her face down. I thought nothing of it until she gave up fighting and just laid there. She was still giggling from the ordeal, and I was freaking out. I was laying face down on top of my sister, and was enjoying it.
I wanted to get up and walk away, I wanted to just stay laying there. But that's when I perhaps did the stupidest (or most brilliant) thing I've ever done: I kissed her on the neck. It wasn't long, but it wasn't short. I heard her stop giggling, and maybe even a gasp after I did it. I immediately got off of her and sat up straight. I apologized, saying it was an accident, but she claimed she didn't mind. She then sat up, said she was done watching TV, and walked off to her room. I didn't get a clear view of her face, but I could swear from looking at her from the entryway mirror that she was blushing. Of course, I just sat there for the next thirty minutes, smacking my hand against my head thinking I had totally fucked up. At least until she came back downstairs, asking if I could take her to the mall the next day. I agreed. She spent the rest of the evening in her room, working on her homework.
I don't even want to know what's going on in my head anymore. I just might be losing it. All I know, is that she seems to have forgiving me, but I don't know. Can anyone here give me a hint?
Now, one thing that you must know about Kayla is that she is a tomboy. She wears kakhi pants, t-shirts, and has a schedule that is filled with sports year round. So while I do swimming in the fall, she has baseball at the same time. She had a meet today, and swim practice was canceled for me, so I decided it's be a good time to go and watch her play. Funny thing was that I happened to be sitting by her boyfriend during, this one a football player named Greg. Greg and Kayla have been going out for about 3 weeks now, perhaps a new record for Kayla on having a relationship. She goes through boyfriends like toilet paper. Anyway, her team lost the game with a score of 5-6. She went up to Greg, they talked for a while, then she came to me, excited that I actually showed up. I told her it was nothing, and we drove home. Of course, she was still filthy as a pig from the game, so she went upstairs and took a shower. I just stayed downstairs on my computer, waiting for her to finish. After she finished, she came downstairs dressed in a pair of track shorts and a tank top. She just plopped down and started watching TV in the living room. Looking at her sitting there, water still glistening off her body, I was mesmerized. I walked on over and sat down on the couch, a little more than a cushion away from her. I think she was watching Will and Grace on DVR, or something like that. I asked her to change the channel to something interesting, like the Simpsons, but She said no.
I kept egging her, poking her in the side with my foot, when She finally said, "Look, if you want to change the channel, you're going to have to take the remote from me yourself" with a bracy-smile I had seen many times before. She had made a challenge, like every other day, and like always, I took up on the offer. I scooted across the couch and "accidentally" fell on top of her with my back facing her. She was laughing the entire time, saying I was crushing her. I ignored her pleas, and pretended I was sleeping. She finally got the brilliant idea of trying to push me off with her feet, but all she managed to accomplish was turning me around so I was lying on her face down. I thought nothing of it until she gave up fighting and just laid there. She was still giggling from the ordeal, and I was freaking out. I was laying face down on top of my sister, and was enjoying it.
I wanted to get up and walk away, I wanted to just stay laying there. But that's when I perhaps did the stupidest (or most brilliant) thing I've ever done: I kissed her on the neck. It wasn't long, but it wasn't short. I heard her stop giggling, and maybe even a gasp after I did it. I immediately got off of her and sat up straight. I apologized, saying it was an accident, but she claimed she didn't mind. She then sat up, said she was done watching TV, and walked off to her room. I didn't get a clear view of her face, but I could swear from looking at her from the entryway mirror that she was blushing. Of course, I just sat there for the next thirty minutes, smacking my hand against my head thinking I had totally fucked up. At least until she came back downstairs, asking if I could take her to the mall the next day. I agreed. She spent the rest of the evening in her room, working on her homework.
I don't even want to know what's going on in my head anymore. I just might be losing it. All I know, is that she seems to have forgiving me, but I don't know. Can anyone here give me a hint?