Chapter 2

I didn’t tell Jill about any of Tammy’s participation in getting her cleaned up and into bed. I led her to believe that I did it all, and that she had attacked me. I was laughing my head off inside, but outside I was as cool as a cucumber. She was frantic. It took her quite a while to calm down.

“What are we going to do, Jeremy?”

“I don’t know. I was just the innocent by-stander.”

“But you knew what you were doing.”

“Yeah. But you came on so aggressively that it was hard for me to push you away. As it is, you followed me to my room. You barged in and were all over me. I got you back into your room and it was all over from there.”

She looked at me for a minute, then stood up. She had forgotten about her robe by then, and stood there with it open. She had nothing on under it. She turned and went to the doorway, leaned against it then started crying.

“I didn’t want it ... to go this way,” she said.

“Look sis. I know that you were a virgin, but I didn’t know last night ... before...”

“If I wasn’t drunk...”

“If you weren’t drunk it never would have happened.”

“But it did. And I missed it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I...” She looked over at me then back into the living room. “I wish I’d been awake.” She left and went to her room.

Tammy was the one that told me that my sister was a virgin. She and I drank about three pots of coffee the night before, talking at the kitchen table. She hadn’t changed, after we got Jill in bed, until after her bra and panties were almost dry.

She had posed Jill with her legs spread wide open. Jill uses a hand cream with no scent because she’s allergic to the perfumes. Tammy smeared some of that all over Jill’s crotch then mixed a little blue and red dye together. She smeared that in the right places too, making sure that some of it got on the sheet. Then she made it look like we had had a wild time, with the sheets and the blanket all over the place.

I was starting to feel guilty. I had been an accomplice to a lie that could have some affect on my sister. I didn’t want that. It was bad enough that she thinks that she lost her virginity when she was drunk. Worse was that she had given it to her brother. I had to get her straightened out.

Just as I was about to knock on Jill’s door, the doorbell rang. It was Tammy. She was giggling a lot as I told her what happened earlier. Then I told her how guilty I felt.

“Maybe this will snap her out of it,” she said. “We’ve all been so worried about her.”

“I have too. I just don’t want her doing something to herself.”

“Suicide? Believe me, that would never happen. Where is she?”

“Locked in her room. I was just going to talk to her when you rang the bell.”

“Whatever you do, don’t tell her the truth. At least not right now.” I agreed, and she went upstairs.

It was almost three hours later that they came down. Jill looked like she was in a better mood than she had been. They were both acting as if nothing had happened. They both went to the kitchen and started to prepare lunch. Jill still had that same flannel robe on, but it was buttoned up. Her hair was brushed out too. I leaned back against the counter as they made our lunch.

“We have to talk,” Jill said. “You do know that I am not on anything, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Birth control. I don’t take anything. From the looks of things this morning you didn’t use anything either.” She looked up from what she was doing. “That means, dear brother, that you could have gotten me pregnant.”

“Oh shit. I didn’t think about that.”

“Most guys can only think with one head at a time,” she said with a giggle in her voice. “We know which one thought for you last night.” She and Tammy started laughing.

“I’m sorry sis. I just...”

“It’s really ok. Tammy and I were just talking upstairs. I really wouldn’t mind it. I guess I’m at that age where I want a baby. Or at least it sounds good right now.”

“Isn’t there something you can do?” I was acting a little frantic for appearances sake. “Don’t they have a morning after pill or shot or something?”

She stopped again and looked at me. “You mean that you wouldn’t want me to have your baby? You want me to kill it?”

“No. That’s not what I mean. I meant...”

She looked at me disgustedly. “I know what you meant. How would it look if little old Jeremy got his little sister pregnant? What would people say? Would he lose his precious friends? How about the neighbors? What would they say?”