Another Chance

Eventually you exhaust your tears. You bring your head up and look at your little sister. She looks at you with unabashed love, you see her cringe a bit as she looks at your bruised face and the little knot at the top of your forehead. "Ooo, that looks like it hurts." You stare into her deep brown eyes as she gives you a little kiss to the lump, then another little kiss to your bruised chin, then another to you cheek.

For a moment you both sit there. There was an energy between you. Something was happening here.

Then you lean in and give her a little kiss to her sweet plump lips. She leans back and returns one to yours.

You both sit there on her bed staring deeply into each other's eyes. This moment of sibling comfort was transforming into something else. You could both sense it.

You kiss her again. A long tender hungry kiss. You melt into each other.

You then hear your mother coming up the stairs. You pull apart, still staring at one another. Both your eyes wide and both of you out of breath. Confusion and desire swirl between you. Neither of you entirely sure of what had just happened. You don't have time to say anything before your mother comes in.

"Let me look at you!" She says in a mothering tone. She takes your face in her hands and begins looking you over. "Oh my sweet baby boy, look what have they've done to you? Oh no." She helps you up. "Come on, lets get you cleaned up." She leads you out of the room, your attention was still with your little sister. You look over your shoulder at her as you are lead away, she watches longingly as you leave her room.

Your mom takes you to the wash room. With some swabs and **** she cleans up your wounds, though there really wasn't much breaking of the skin. But it makes you both feel better. She kisses you and mothers you, she soothes your wounded body and pride. She undresses you and takes the ruined clothes away, leaving you to shower and freshen up.

You step into a hot shower and stand there a long time and really let the water cleanse you. The events of the day flash through your mind. The teasing, the creepy professor, the confusion, and of course that horrible incident in the Biology building. You soap and shampoo and rinse. Finally you turn off the water. Opening the shower curtain you see your mother has set out some clothes for you.

A black pair of boxers and a blue set of men's pajamas.

You stand transfixed, frozen as you stepped out of the shower. You stare at the folded clothes. You stare at the offer of an easy normal life. You stare at the chance to be the old you again. You stare at the less complicated life as a regular boy once more. You stare at defeat. Perhaps it was just a foolish dream after all.