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Taboo Lust

Chapter 1 I stayed a few steps behind Mom as we trudged into Church. The wind had kicked up since we left the house and my ears had begun to burn, my knees had gone a bit numb quite some time ago. Twice she turned to gripe at me for going too slow but I ignored her—I was looking for Brian. Our parents married when I was only 10. Years later, much to my dismay, they divorced. Since our parent's divorced and our new living arrangements became standard, he and I missed each other more and more and not in a way relations—even step—should feel. Since Mom and Dad divorced, the only time I could see Brian, my step-brother, was on Sunday Mornings and the odd occasion that Mom and Dad dared attempt to get along. Mostly church functions where good behavior was coerced by God. I peered into groups and through car windows hoping to find him. He promised we'd sit together during service and I was going to hold him to it. The moment Mom and I were through the front door of the Church I shivered from the warmth, it only made my fingers hurt more. Mom fussed at me to take my coat off but before she could rob me of it Ms Borne came with her pitched voice and open-arm hug, pulling her toward service. “I'm sitting with Brian, Mom.” She just nodded at me over her shoulder while they chatted madly about food preparations for after Church. I looked around for Brian again, trying to find that lick of bright red hair. I only found Mrs Dapple--tall and slender with long gray hair wrapped in a bun. ...

... “He's upstairs, dear.” “Upstairs?” I scrunched my forehead as I tried to figure out why he was upstairs in the classroom wing when Church was about to start. She pointed with a gloved finger straight up—to the balcony. The rickety, creepy old balcony that had no heat during the winter. No one sat up there. I didn't even want to sit up there. After patting my shoulder and telling me to hang my coat on the rack she left the foyer. I stood at the base of the stairs—keeping a partial eye on the Ushers as not to draw attention to myself. From here I could see only the first few steps before they disappeared up the stairwell. Was he really up there or was this an effort to pull a prank? He was a bit too mature for that, right? “Anna. Come on!” Brian's voice, a whisper that echoed, creeped me out for a moment. Bravely, with a hand to the doorframe, I crept up the first few steps and peeked around the corner. He stood at the top, holding his hand out for me, his red hair and fair skin swallowed by shadows. “Are you scared or something?” Quickly, I headed up the stairs. My feet thunked loudly spite my efforts to be quiet. He took my hand and walked me up the rest of the way. “Here.” He guided me into the first pew, right behind the railing nearest the stairs. The rail was so high we could only see between the decorative pinecone finials. Grinning, feeling a bit bubbly, I snuggled against him as service began. “Please rise for the invocation...,” the Reverend’s voice crackled in the ...