Shy

This morning was the first time you worried. Prior to this morning you had managed to ignore the growing shifting mass in your belly as it slowly made itself more and more known. Yet this morning, you find yourself more focused on it, as if a ticking time-bomb under your skin, which, in some small way, it was. This morning you woke up. Figuratively before literally, to the current state of your reality, and it worried you for good reason. You didn’t know it yet, but this Friday was going to be the hardest one you will have to go through.

You had always been shy, painfully shy, shy enough that you hated being in groups of your peers for any reason. Maybe it was because you were the first girl in your class to develop breasts, which other boys and girls teased you. Possibly it was the fact, that despite your sister being ten months younger than you, you were both in the same grad. Maybe, it was the fact that you never seemed to get the need to be in the spotlight, or any light for that matter. So, from the very first day of high school you set the task for yourself to be completely invisible. You wore clothing that didn’t stand out, grays and blacks mostly, baggie enough to hide your larger breasts and shapely curves, until you managed to become someone nobody noticed. Slipping from class to class, unnoticed by even some of the teachers.

Your sister on the other hand was a party girl. A constant standout, with a social schedule to match. Between cheer and dance, she was often in outfits that accentuated her curves or showed them off in far too much detail entirely. For this reason, she was popular and often invited out to parties with her friends. Your parents, wary of your sister’s popularity decided that you should go and keep her out of trouble. Your sister at first argued about bringing you along, but when presented with the alternative of one of them acting as a chaperone, she relented. At first, most of those parties you found boring as they mostly consisted of giggling at boys while parents tried to stay out of the way. Then after a while, boys would start showing up, and sometimes the parents weren’t home, but the giggling was replaced by trying to look half naked in a swimsuit without being too immodest should the parents return early. Then a funny thing happened last year, the parties took on a more sexified tone, while the parents never returned home until well after it was over and cleaned up. Suddenly, you found couples would actually get half naked or fully nude as games of spin the bottle or truth or dare caused them to disappear into a room somewhere while you often found yourself alone, where as long as your sister was not one of them, you would read while your sister would glare.

It was at one such party about forty weeks ago when you had just sat down in a corner and pulled out your favorite book, “The More Than Complete Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy” when you heard a voice.

“Must you do that?” You sister said annoyed. The party had just gotten going, and you had already stopped you sister from letting a guy suck on her rather overexposed cleavage.

“Yes, I find books expand my mind.” You respond.

“Not that,” Your sister spat venomously. “Why can’t you be a normal girl and go fuck someone?”

“Because I don’t judge my life by the notches carved into my headboard.” You respond.

“Why do you have to make my life miserable?” She screamed at you. “Why can’t you just let me have fun then?”

“Because mom and dad want us to be safe.”

“I will be safe; I’ll have him wear a condom. Just say you didn’t see me sneak off.”

“Not going to happen.” You sigh, “Besides, your lucky I don’t text a photo of you in that suit. I’m mean come on, your tits a barely covered.”

“That’s the point.” She said through gritted teeth. “You wouldn’t know what a sexy swimsuit is.”

“Well maybe if you stop acting like a slut, mom won’t have to worry and keep sending me along. God knows I don’t want to be here.” You grunt “Besides, I left my swimsuit in the car.” You say opening your book again. “Now, if you don’t mind, Id like to get this night over with as soon as it can be.”

You find your page, and smile as you hear your sister growl at you and stomp off in a huff. You had lost track of time as you grew deeper into your book, so when you hear another person come up behind you it wasn’t out of the range of possibility that you expected it to be your sister. The deep voice that followed, was a surprise.

“The answer is 42.” The voice said.

“Answer?” You responded without looking up. Even as you did this, you realized the joke you had walked into with both feet and that annoyed you. You were quicker than that.

“To it all. Life, the universe, and everything.” He replied as you tried to stifle a chuckle, but it slipped out, which annoyed you as well. Why were you falling for this? “It just makes sense when you look at it.” He concluded.

“Unless you’re traveling using Improbability Physics.” You respond in that go away tone you used when your sister was demanding you step out of the shadows.

“True, but then I prefer Bistromathdrive. Slartibartfast really was an unrecognized genius of design and you don’t have to muck about with improbability physics.” He said as he sat down next to her. “Jack.” He said offering a hand.

“Wait!” You say looking up suddenly, realizing this guy isn’t just making an obvious joke from a, well in your opinion, a movie that didn’t really live up to the books in any way. He had read the book, well books, as that reference was actually from the third book. “You’ve read?”

“Yeah.” Jack said sitting down next to her offering her a cup. “Douglas Adams is my favorite, but I actually prefer Derk Gently a bit more. Want a drink?”

“How can you even say that?” You responded taking the drink.

For the next hour you talked about the works of Douglas Adams debating the various meanings and sarcasms until you had covered even the very shallowest of jokes. You were surprised, not just because he was the quarterback of the football team, well backup quarterback until Joe the original quarterback did something stupid and broke his leg. He had a brain, but not only that, he also found the same books funny as she did. Slowly, more drinks came, and the night began getting fuzzy. Soon, you found yourself kissing him as he suggested you both go into the pool. At first, you tell him that you can’t, you explain you left you suit in your car, but as you down another drink his suggestion that your bra and panties are probably less revealing than most bathing suits got you into the pool in your underwear. You found yourself kissing him passionately and liking it more then you thought you would. You felt silly but as his fingers continued probing your exposed flesh, you found yourself wanting more and begging for time to stop. You remember the feeling of him sliding a finger over a nipple that had somehow become exposed and you felt a strange rush you had never felt before. Your body cried out for more and you found his hand probing lower releasing your throbbing pussy which you eagerly pressed toward him, then the night went blank.

Waking up the next morning, you found yourself back in your shorts and t-shirt, but without your underwear which you thought you must have taken off just because it was wet. Your head pounded as you saw your sister smugly sitting at the bar eating a bowl of cereal. At first, you thought you were just really hung over from all the drinks which caused you to pass out, but waking up fully clothed, you though Jack must have been a gentleman. It wasn’t until a few days later you suspected things had gone differently and with good cause. You overheard a phone conversation of your sisters where she admitted to trying to get you out of the way that night so that she could finally have sex with her boyfriend. When you confronted her, she admitted giving the quarterback a crib sheet so he could seduce you, and to drugging your first drink. She didn’t see the harm even when you told her that she could have gotten you pregnant as you weren’t on birth control. She only laughed at your concern and your worry. The odd thing was that your next period arrived right on time ten days later, maybe it was a little lite, but it came, and you thought you were off the hook. It even seemed justified when your sister revealed her pregnancy to your parents. Unfortunately, your next one didn’t arrive, and apparently that was the trend since several other girls on the cheer squad found themselves in the same boat in short order.

You wanted to come clean, tell everyone, but for some reason, you never could bring yourself to disappoint your parents any more than they already were with your sister and her friends. Slowly time passed and you were overlooked once again. Baby things began showing up at the house as your sister began getting bigger and showing off her bump. You on the other hand, had taken to wearing slightly larger and less shapely dresses in order to hide your own swelling middle. The only time you let your changing body show was when you were alone in the shower. Once again, your sister got the spotlight and you confined yourself to the shadows. Yet, there was something enjoyable in the experience as well and you slowly found yourself enjoying your secret life and as the months fell off the calendar you began to feel different toward your sister almost feeling sorry for her having to share her experience while you got to experience everything by yourself. You knew this was weird, but that was how you felt and you couldn’t explain it no mater how hard you tried. You filled your days reading everything you could about pregnancy, and birth. Even when your parents found one of the books in your bathroom, they just assumed that you were reading it just for your sisters benefit. Then, yesterday you noticed your sister wasn’t on the bus home, and when you got there, you found your parents were missing as well. After a few moments of looking you found a note.

“Katie has gone into labor. You are on your own for dinner, we will call and let you know as soon as we know more. Love Mom and Dad.”

Suddenly you got a strange pain in the small of your back as you suddenly realize that if Katie was having her baby, yours should not be far off. All through the night, you waited for news of your sister, while you felt your baby stretch and kick. Finally, just after your alarm went off the next morning, you received word. Katie was about ready to deliver, by the end of the day you would be an Auntie. You tried to go on to school but by the time the bus reached the campus you couldn’t help but notice a gentle but rhythmic cramping around your swollen middle.