Adolescence

Chapter 6

For two weeks we slept in separate beds, each night ending with a sorrowful goodnight between us as we parted for our separate rooms. I despised our parents for being so cold to Len; they acted as if Len had raped me, even though I defended him on numerous occasions. Thought the foolishly still continued to leave us alone at night, they gave me means of contacting people should things get our of hand with Len again. I refused to utilise them.

We'd still sit in what was now my bedroom, chatting happily to one another about whatever we felt like at the time. I'd sit in his lap and let him brush my hair. Every time I sat in his lap I remembered the bulge he'd had that night, and wonder why he didn't have it now, what made me less attractive now than before? One night we sat on my bed, talking about the night that had changed our lives. I refused to let Len take the blame for something he hadn't done. However it was frustrating as it seemed that our parents had brainwashed him into thinking he had committed some atrocious crime.

"Rin...I really really appreciate you sticking up for me, and your belief in me, you seem to have more faith in me than I do" He spoke sincerely to me. My poor brother, if our parents hadn't punished him enough, he certainly had. He'd beaten himself up pretty badly over the whole incident. Was he kidding? He didn't need to thank me! I truly believed he was innocent, after all perhaps if I'd fought harder to begin with. What if a part of me had wanted it? Which a small part of me did.

"Well it seems I really am the smart twin if I'm the only one who realises you wouldn't have done it" I laughed lightly, trying to make a joke out of it. At the end of the day, no harm had been done to me; I didn't see why everyone was so worked up about it! I placed my hand on his, suddenly feeling a surge of emotion run through me. I sat in the dark staring up at his handsome face. His eyes were glazed over again...only this time I could feel it as well...I felt a terrible urge run through my body. I wanted him to hold me in his strong arms and kiss me...maybe even more. He was moving in, and so was I. We were rapidly closing the gap between us, our lips only inches apart. Oh please I want this so much! My body cried, I wanted a man!

"Why didn't you fight me that night?" Len whispered, sending a shiver up my spine. What? What was he talking about? He'd pulled away from me. I blinked a few times, snapping myself out of my daze. I blushed, he'd figured it out as well, I could've fought harder!

"I don't know", a pathetic reply. However I was saved by the sound of the grandfather clock chiming midnight. Len fled the room like someone from a fairytale; know our parents would be back any minute. I teetered at the edge of the bed. We'd almost kissed. I felt warm. I'd wanted him to kiss me. Oh why did he have to ask that question? Why hadn't he just kissed me like I longed for him to do! I slipped in to bed hearing our parents entering the house. I hoped Len had made it back to his room in time...Len...I sighed happily, knowing I'd dream of him tonight, he was my prince charming...