I was quiet and reserved. I didn’t talk much. I didn’t make myself noticed. I just moved on through life like everyone else. I had no close friends and even my parents began to accept that I didn’t socialize much. They worked all week and sometimes had to go on business trips for long periods of time. They didn’t bother warning me about having parties ’cause they never happened. Hey now, being eighteen had its perks but… I was an only child and I had been my whole life. So when my parents announced at the dinner table that they were about to adopt me a brother so I wouldn’t be alone, I got up and went to my room quietly. That was a sign of my disapproval. A quiet and abrupt exit. Like my life. — “Lucy,” my dad said. “Meet your brother. Lucas. He’s a nice boy and he’ll stay in your room until we can spruce up the spare room.” “In other words,” my mom called from the kitchen, “move out the junk.” “It’s not junk!” My dad yelled back. I studied him. He was blonde, had unreadable grey eyes, and seemed a little quiet. He was only about an inch taller than me which was fine. Now there was someone I could hide behind in photos. We stood awkwardly together as my mom and dad argued whether or not it was junk. I sighed and walked back into my room. istanbul travesti I pulled out the roll out bed underneath my bed. My mom had originally bought it for ‘girly sleepovers’ but it never happened. So this was the first time in eight years I’d seen it. He was already inside by the door. I gestured for him to try out his new bed. He walked slowly and I got out of his way by popping onto my own bed. He laid down and looked at the ceiling. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He looked so out of place in my room, which was plain. And he looked so stiff I started to giggle. “What are you laughing at?” His voice was soft. I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest. “This situation is ridiculous.” He sat up and looked at me. “What do you mean?” “I’m not social and I’ve been alone all of my life,” I started quietly staring out the window. “I never played with the other kids. I never talked with the other girls. And suddenly you appear out of nowhere.” I shook my head and stared and my socks. “I’ve never kissed a boy. And I’ve only been asked out once.” “By whom?” He asked politely. “Charlie Daniel.” I said. I realized this was the longest conversation I’d ever had with anybody. “Right before the Spring istanbul travestileri Fling. I said yes and later on, I found him making out with another girl. So I’m not dating.” He nodded. “I don’t know why I’m like this,” I said turning away telling him the conversation was over. And then he said quietly, “Because you’re afraid.” I clenched my teeth trying to push out that stupid truth. He was right and I resented him for it. — The next morning of Friday, my parents called the school in to tell them I was sick. It was for ‘brother and sister bonding time’ apparently. And we had to get to know each other. My mom and dad left for work leaving me with my brother. I ate breakfast, rinsed my bowl in the sink, and went back to my bedroom. He watched me out of the corner of his eye the whole time. I went and undressed forgetting I shared my bedroom. I pulled off my shirt and was looking for a bra when he burst in and we both froze. I’m not sure this was how my parents wanted us to ‘bond’. But I blushed and he blushed so I knew we were both embarrassed. Picking out a random bra, I whipped it on and slapped my cheeks as I realized the back was undone. To embarrassed to clip it before putting it on, I just turned travesti red and got ready to flee the country. Then I felt hands clip the bra together and fix my straps. I turned around to find Lucas standing inches away from me. He smiled – the first one I’d seen from him – and kissed me for exactly three seconds and he left me alone confused. Moments passed before I slowly realized he took my first kiss. I slipped on a t-shirt and jeans before leaving my room. I walked into the living room to find my brother sitting quietly on the couch. He got up as I walked in and sat down when I did. He watched me carefully and we both started to laugh. He moved towards me and kissed my cheek. I stared at him holding my cheek. He smirked and kissed my hand. I swallowed and scooted down to the end of the couch. He moved on top of me and leaned against my chest. He flipped on his back as I scooted to the back of the couch. I was cornered. Then I heard him take deep breaths and he fell asleep. I looked at him and tried to move. He pulled my arm around him and kept it there. My mouth opened and I snapped it shut. Fine. Have it your way. I thought laying next to him. I didn’t realize I fell asleep until my cell phone rang loudly and I realized it was four. I slept the day away and Lucas was still holding my hand. Though he was now about two inches away from my face. I felt my lips – which were warm – and I knew he stole another kiss. I reaches for my cellphone with my free hand and answered the phone. “Hello?” “Lucy, thank goodness,” my mom said.