Christmas Wish for Sister - Sex Stories

Christmas Wish for Sister

... of paper. Holding his paper, Kyle looked again at his sister, watching her clearly fake writing anything on hers before folding it over. For the first time he could remember, he could actually feel some of her pain and loneliness with unusual immediacy. The strange wave of sympathy washing over him and he put his pencil to paper. His own wish somehow seemed petty and childish now. Instead, he wrote a different message, folded it over, and tossed it in. He watched it burn to make sure it wouldn't open enough that someone could read what it said. "I wish I could give my sister whatever it is that she really wants." **** Their parents gone, Millie sulked back into her room. She didn't bother closing the door. Let Kyle know she's sad. What did he care? It's not like he ever said or did anything to try to make her feel better. He'd just walk by and ignore her, as always. She knew she wasn't being entirely fair. He at least seemed like he was making something of an effort before. It wasn't his fault she was disappointed in her life. Not his fault she felt empty, without a future, and unable to make meaningful connections with other people. Not his fault every guy she dated was a bore, or a jerk, or just a pervert. At least the stupid wish thing was over. It's not like it meant anything, just wistfulness in a cruel world that didn't care. She'd almost written something this time, but only got as far as the first mark before she saw the others watching her. Kicking herself for a ...

... moment of useless irrationality, she'd folded it over and tossed it. Now, with her parents gone and her brother uninterested, at least she'd be alone. She closed her eyes and laid her head back. "Are you doing anything tonight?" Kyle asked. It had almost startled her; she hadn't heard him at the door. "No." "Why don't you go out? What about the guy you saw last week? He seemed interested in you." Millie sighed. "Greg? He was... I don't know." She didn't feel like explaining his stupid little dirty jokes and horribly awkward lack of charm to her brother, who was probably not that different on a date. "Is there anyone else-" "No." "Do you not like dating?" Millie started to feel a puff of annoyance, thinking he was implying something. "I like men just fine. I'm not a lesbian," she sneered. "Oh. Sorry. I wasn't trying to say you were." She could see that he hadn't, and felt bad for snapping. "I'm just tired of pushy guys, that's all." "Well, then, come on, I'll take you out." "A pity date from my brother? Yeash." "You need to get out. We'll eat and see if there's a movie you want to see. We don't have to call it a date. Now come on." **** "Can I tell you something? I hate Twilight. I really do. Everyone thinks that because I color my hair dark and don't act like some cheerleader that I must be all goth and love that book, but I really don't. I read the first one, and just hated it. I cannot stand the girl, she's so stupid. And of course she picked the lame vampire over the werewolf, ...