Bounced By My Brother - S01 E04

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Bounced By My Brother - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

BOUNCED!!

One day, to my utmost surprise, he invited me to his mother’s house with the excuse that I had to accompany him to see a friend. He drove me in his Land Rover car. In our part of the world, having a car is seen as a sign of prestige, especially if the car owner is a very young man. Since my brother had a Land Rover, he was rated high on the social Pyramid among his colleagues. Before we moved to his mother’s house, he passed by Sky Surfers’ Shopping mall to buy certain things I couldn’t tell except the nice ice cream and lollipop he bought for me.

We reached his mother’s house, but there was no one there, and the house was virtually empty. Instantly, I thought he had finally fallen for my romantic antics too.

We entered his room, which was surprisingly too neat, well decorated and extravagant for a young man of his age. My heart started beating rapidly and hammering sporadically against my chest. “Uhhh, my chest hurt. “Is it going to happen for real?”

I lay on his well-designed king -size bed and closed my eyes wondering if it was really going to happen. I felt I was the happiest girl in the world at that moment. I didn’t care if he was my brother and if we were about to commit a taboo or incest or whatever they call it. I just wanted to feel happy and loved.

As far as I was concerned, I loved him, and we could d--n the consequences of incest. All I wanted him to do was to hold me tight, tell me he loved me too, just as I loved him. I wanted him to make me experience the pleasures that come along with such intimate physical connections.

In my mind’s eyes, I saw Martin kissing my lips passionately. Then he hugged me so tightly that our bodies seemed glued together, except for the clothes we wore, which were the only barrier between us. The big clock on the wall was making the “tic, toc, tic, toc sound.” All living organisms seemed to keep quiet to witness the eminent erotic scene to recount an accurate tale to their friends about how we broke the much cherished tradition and culture.

In the middle of my sensual thoughts, Martin’s deep voice cut through my chain of thought and jolted me back from the world of fantasies to the real world. He was soft- spoken and calm, but I would never forget the words he uttered that day.

“My dear lovely Sister Sarah, I am your brother and in as much as I care for you, I will never try to make love to you. I have seen that you have grown very fond of me, but we can only be what we are expected to be; brother and sister. I brought you here because I want to have tête -a -tête with you without your mother’s curious gaze. I won’t tell mother and dad about this, but you need to control your emotion. What you felt for me is “inappropriate” and unnatural.”

When he said that, I felt totally embarrassed and couldn’t hold back my tears. I sobbed like a baby demanding breast milk from her unwilling mother. My passion for my brother had grown so massive that I was going crazy, and in the process lost all my sensibilities.

He threw his strong muscular arms around me and I cried uncontrollably on his chest. When I calmed down, he asked me to wipe my tears, brought out a very beautiful dress… like the ones seen in Cinderella cartoons and a pair of black shoes for me. In addition to all this, he gave me a story book titled, “THE LOVE OF A BROTHER.” He finally took me home after I reluctantly promised never to lure him with my antics again. I knew he did what was right as a brother but I disliked the fact that he bounced me in a moment I was ready and waiting for him to make me feel happy. Nevertheless I respected him for showing great maturity by not kowtowing to my romantic advances.

When we returned home, I rushed to my room and sobbed uncontrollably. I turned on the TV and coincidentally, a cool music was played on GhOne TV channel. It was Celine Dion and the title of the music was “Seduce me”

SEDUCE ME

Everything you are

Everything you’ll be so

Deeply near every sigh in the night

Every fear that you cried seduces me.

And all that I am

And all that I will be

Is nothing at all if you can’t be with me

Your most Innocent kiss

Or your sweetest caress seduces me

I don’t care about tomorrow

I have given up from yesterday

Here and now is all that matters

Right here with you is where I’ll stay……..

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I saw tears flowing down my cheeks. Celine Dion seemed to be speaking to my burdened soul, the message in her song reaching the very core of my heart. After hating my half- brother for bouncing me when I attempted to seduce him, I was contemplating on forgiving him.

The embarrassing sequence of events flashed back into my mind: how he invited me to his mother’s house, my sensual fantasies, and finally how he reproved me for my inappropriate acts. I don’t blame him because I realized I was too over bearing. My acts of seduction crept into my mind. I recalled the days I bathed and intentionally walked half- naked into his room just to ask him what I would cook for him, when I wore a tight-fitting cloth that accentuated my body contours, leaving nothing to imagination, when I wore those white skinny shorts that clearly enhanced and accentuated by cleavages and curves. I remembered how I intentionally hugged him tightly and my attempt to sit on his laps.

The more these flashbacks crept into my head, the more my desire to have him increased. How could I allow another lady take away this young handsome man from me all because we are blood related? At that moment, I wished culture and traditional norms were abolished completely. How could something that was not accepted by society feel so good and beautiful to me? I wished it happened just once. At least I could live with that.

“Sarah, forget about your feelings for your half-brother, it’s not right”. I turned round to see who was talking. It was my younger sister Manila. “Martin is our brother, we can’t change that, and he will never give you what you want, so accept the reality and move on. The Earlier, you stopped fantasizing him, the better for you.”

I knew my sister was telling me the truth, but the truth is always a bitter pill to swallow.

There is a saying by Socrates that “there was no one hated most in the world that the one who always tell the truth.”

Truth is like a surgery. It hurts but it heals. Lies are like painkillers. They give immediate relief but cause harm in the long run. Though Manila was telling me the truth, I found it difficult to accept it. Somehow, my sister’s admonition touched me a bit. I took my mind off my brother for a while and concentrated on my education. Months turned into years and finally I reached Year 12 in Christian High International School. Soon the Final examination approached. I studied deep into the night because I was determined to make it to the University. I wrote all my Exam Papers with so much tenacity that I could say without any equivocation that I would pass. When I finished writing my Exams, my mind began drifting to my brother again.

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“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.”- Martin Luther King Jr.

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