Monday, 16 April 2012

LITTLE SISTER’S FIRST DANCE Part 2

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Erin giggled. “So do I, now. But the punch wasn’t about me. It was about Courtney.” She sighed and wiped away the last of her tears. “Dylan?” Suddenly, the little girl side of Erin was beginning to peek out again. “I have to tell you something.” The dread in her voice frightened me. What had happened that she feared telling me? Had there been more inappropriate touching at this dance?

“Go ahead, sis. It’s okay.”

“I—I—broke my glasses again.” I laughed out loud. “Dylan, Mom and Dad got so mad when I used to break my glasses!”

“You broke four pair in one school year! But you’ve been careful since then. You don’t throw them in your pocket and go play kickball at recess anymore. It’s been three years since you broke a pair. You’re a big girl, now. Even big girls have accidents and break things once in a while. They won’t be mad.”

“Nobody else thinks I’m a big girl. Ian only asked me out because everyone decided they needed dates for the dance and Courtney was taken. Everyone thinks of me as a kid.”

“I’m sure some of the boys think you’re cute. And I hate to admit it, but you’re going to start getting curves of your own pretty soon.” We pulled into the driveway and parked. “Wait in the car, Erin.” I moved around to her door to let her out. She was surprised. “At least one member of my gender should treat you like a lady on the night of your first dance.”

Erin bounced out of the car and kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. She put her arm around my back and leaned into me as I walked her into the house. Her little hand reached up and made a few small circles on my back. For a second, I flashed on the end of my own junior high dates. None of my dates back then had been so damned cute. I looked down at my sister and saw her differently than I ever had before. She was little, just like the eleven-year-old girl I had given my first kiss. Without her glasses, Erin’s big blue eyes were striking, even with a little mouse under the left one. Her long straight red hair was shiny, and her brave smile as she gazed up at me was utterly charming.

We entered the kitchen and sat at the table. The big house was strangely quiet these days. Mom and Dad were at a “couples encounter” whatever the hell that is. I was beginning to wonder if they were turning into Swingers. “Want some ice?” I asked.

“No. Mrs. Handley put ice on it when it first happened. Did it swell up really bad?”

“No. It’s not much of a shiner. You’ve sure had worse.” She giggled at that. She had always been the one of us with scraped knees and black eyes. “I doubt you’ve had many nights go worse than this, though.”

“I thought it was the worst night ever, until you showed up. You make everything better, Dylan.”

“That’s what a big brother is for,” I said. “So was any part of it fun?”

“Not really. He didn’t even give me a flower like most of the girls got.” I gestured that she should wait right there. I went out to the bushes outside the door and came back in with a cute pink blossom. I didn’t really have any idea what kind it was. Mom was the gardener. I just watered whatever came up in the spring. I found a big baby pin and pinned the flower on the front of her dress. Erin held onto my hand as I did it. Her hand was really warm. The blossom wasn’t a perfect corsage, but it looked adorable on Erin. She smiled and gave me another kiss on my cheek. She left her arms around my neck.

“You look wonderful, Erin. I know the junior high boys don’t see it yet, but in a couple years you are going to be one of the hottest girls in your whole class.”

“We’re eighth graders, Dylan; we don’t much care about two years from now.”

“I suppose that’s true. And boys our age don’t really understand what good genes you have.” It was a reference to our mother’s beauty.

“True,” she answered. “I have a very handsome brother.” She smiled and batted her big blue eyes.

“And apparently, you also know how to flirt.”

“You started it.”

“I guess I did.”

“I like it, Dylan. No one ever tells me I’m pretty.”

“Erin, you are really pretty. Not two years from now… right now.” Her response to this took me off guard. She kissed me on the lips. Part of me wanted to react with shock and move away, but the kiss had been so sweet and innocent. Besides, she had already had an awful night. No need to pile on by making her feel like she’d upset me, especially when she really hadn’t. “So, what else did this little jerk forget to do?”

“He didn’t ask me to dance. Not once! I have never danced with a boy.”

“Mom and Dad need to put you into a school with higher entrance standards.” I got up and offered her my hand. She took it and I led her into the living room. I turned on the stereo and hit one of Dad’s old “Standards” playlists. Dean Martin’s voice filled the room. “May I have this dance, my lady?” I said with a bow.

“I would be honored, kind gentleman” she answered. I held out my hands in standard slow dance position. My ex-girlfriend, Maddie, had been a competitive ballroom dancer. She taught me how to dance. Maddie also taught me what it was like to find out your girlfriend’s gay dance partner wasn’t really gay and had been stoking your girlfriend’s furnace for six months. That’s another story, and with a far less appealing female lead.

Erin wrapped her little arms around my waist and snuggled into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to me as we slowly swayed. This was how most kids slow-danced, wasn’t it? After a little bit of time, it became something both more and less than a dance. Her body heat, and her perfume were getting to me. I was starting to get a hard-on. I gently pulled her hands from my waist and placed one in my hand and one on my upper arm. I placed my free hand on her hip, and began to show her how the dance was supposed to look.

She sighed sadly at first, but soon found that she could move more freely and find the rhythm of the music. She looked up at me and smiled. “This is really dancing!” she said. “None of the other girls really got to dance with their dates.”
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