Hanging Out With Chad

Nora, is my big sister, by an eerie thirteen months, thirteen days, and oddly enough thirteen hours. She has always been super critical of me, probably because I’m the baby, and you know what they say, “gotta love me!”

The other day, I was standing in front of the mirror, wearing only my dainty whities, and hooking into place, my not merely supportive, but minimizing bra. I didn’t want that part of me to be the only part of me a prospective boyfriend notices.

Nora, of course was staring at me, probably a little envious because she was not as well-endowed. She shoved me aside and did that pose thing, where she raised one leg, so the hip looks more curvaceous, twisted the body so one shoulder is higher than the other, and give a pouty look while , she held her long, lush, red hair up and close to her face for optimal photogenic opportunity. With her cell phone on its selfie-stick, she clicked away. When she was done, she gave me a side-look, like I was a pet infringing on her vanity moment.

“Tina, seriously, you have bra fat sliding out of your Vanity Fair, over the shoulder, boulder holder. And aren’t your hips a little wider than they used to be? Really, T, you should watch your weight. You may turn into one of those frumpy teens who never will be asked to the Senior Prom. Of course I went to the prom in May, with Chad. He was such a handsome guy. But, perhaps by next year, when it’s your turn, you’ll have gotten yourself in shape. I’m just looking forward to heading off to college soon. I won’t have to look at your grossness everyday. ”

With her little cut up directed at me, she went back to the mirror to admire her slender, almost boy-like body. I have to admit, long slender legs, and manageable-sized breasts are pretty cool, I guess. I mean guys like that skinny butt, stuff.

When perfect Nora, finished taking her pictures to post on Facebook, she undressed and let her clothes fall around her feet. I guess she thought with her model-like appearance, that I should pick up after her. She’ll realize college doesn’t come with maid service. My thoughts stopped dead within my head. I was doing instant math, which I am superb at, and after the initial shock, I thought I’d have some fun of my own.

“Nora, you spend so much time crunching in a model’s position and all. But, have you ever looked at yourself straight on -- naked? “

I felt this cold, evil heat rise within me. Then I said, “Oh, probably PMS, stuff, you know the bloats. Which is great because I’m all out of slimdicks, can I get some of yours to hold me over until I get to the store, tomorrow? ”

“Sure, whatever, bitch. You really should take care of your own supplies. Do I look like a freakin’ dispensary, here? I swear, you’re never going to grow up. You embarrass me when you try to hang around me and my friends. Get your own damn friends!”

“Thank heavens, I haven’t really started, yet, because you don’t seem to have more than two in your Tampax box. What if you flowed today, and the stores are closed? Mom hasn’t any need for them since the tumor and her hysterectomy. You would have needed to make those old-fashioned rags. Ewwww!”

“Wait a minute. Didn't you just ask me for some slimdicks? Why would you do that if you didn’t need them? And what do you mean I only have two left in the box? I always buy a fresh box each mon ...”

“You were saying, Nora? You never run out, right? I’m the one who is forgetful, and too busty, with hips that re developing nicely ... and a washboard flat tummy, by the way. Have you by chance, forgot what month it is, sister dearest? I believe it’s been three months since your so special prom date with Chaaaaad. “

Funny, because just mentioning Chad’s name sent Nora to the bathroom. I could hear her heaving away. “This news won’t go down well when Mom finds out. Yes, Nora, just finish what you’re doing, we’ll figure this out. And, I don’t think you’ll be getting many dates when you get to college at the end of the month. “

“That’s okay, sis, let it all out. You’ll probably want to brush your teeth and wash your face before coming back out of the bathroom.”

A few minutes later, Nora, still crying from the shock of it, and looking so vulnerable, sat at the edge of her bed.

“I don’t understand, T. I went to the prom, we danced we hit a couple parties before coming home. I don’t remember ... I mean a girl would remember something like that, right?”

“You were pretty blitzed when you got home. You used that bathroom with more ferocity than you just did how. I guess pregnancy is more agreeable to you than the road to it, eh, sis?”

Perfect Nora, in a perfect little world, would have had some vicious comeback that would have made me blush, but not this time. I almost felt sorry for her, but, I did have a date, tonight. Oh, it isn’t a regular getting dressed and going our for a bite and a movie. I would be spending the night, sitting in bed, trading private messages with my new boyfriend, Diego. He was talking about my becoming a senior in high school, and how when it turns to May, and the flowers are in bloom, he would be honored to take me to my Senior Prom.

“T, what the hell are you doing? Are you sending live peep shots to this guy? You don’t really know him, nor can you believe anything he says. You will regret this when your boobs are all over Facebook. Listen to me! I am your older sister and I will not let what happened to me, happen to you.”

“Oh, Nora. I passed health class with flying colors. And, what I have learned in my boring class, is you have to have a physical relationship with a guy to get preggers. Something you should have learned before the prom, dear sister. I also learned that drinking booze probably is the biggest contributor to the population explosion. Now let me talk with my boyfriend. He loves my boobs by the way, and even the bra fat as you called it. Right, Diego?”

“Hell fire, chickie-poo, I love the fullness of those mamas. Yes! You are one hot, babe! We should meet IRL, soon, sweetcakes. I can’t stand this waiting game.”

“Wait a minute!, T, let me see this guy’s face ... OMG, Chad! What the hell are you doing flirting with my sister?”

“Sorry, Nora, but, your sister wouldn’t go on dates with me last year, so I asked you to the prom, you know, to get to her. I wanted her jealous and back to conversing with me. And, I really don’t like girls who have no curves, if you know what I mean. But it was a fun night we had after the prom, right, Nora? I mean, you don’t forget memories like that for a long time.”

“I should have know it was you! She kept saying Diego. Yeah, you hated being called by your first name, last year, D. Laurence Chadwick.”

“Hey, let me see you, get back in front of the camera, here. There’s something different about you. I can’t put my finger on it. Please get closer to the screen ... That’s it! You’ve got some mashed potatoes or something stuck in your hair. Geez, girl, you also look a little pouchy, there. You’d better start watching your weight. You know, we college guys don’t take to girls who let themselves go the moment they get out on their own. Keep away from the chips and whatever dip is in your hair. You ain’t the svelte filly I had that night. Now go find something to do ... I want to spend some alone time with Tina.”


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