Birthday Presents Part 1

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“Happy Birthday Allison,” my brother whispered in my ear, pushing me out of my sleep. I was still to tired to give him the proper smile, but I knew that it would make its way out in time. I was not the best when it came to early mornings, but I knew that Corey would make up for the early to rise moment. He always woke me up early on my birthday and I always woke him up early on his, thats how it has always been. “Morning,” I groaned, stretching my arms out above my head. I could hear the joints in my arms and legs popping as I pushed my fingers and toes out as far as I could. “So the big eightteen,” he smiled, laying himself next to me, his head only inches from my own. “Does you feel like a big person yet?” “I don’t know,” I laughed lightly as I looked over my arms to see if they looked any different. “Do I look any different to you?” “Nah,” he laughed, pulling himself up and crawling off my bed. “You still look like a brat if you ask me.” “I’m going back to bed,” I teased, pulling the covers up over my head. “I don’t need to be treated like this on my birthday thank you very much.” “Oh come on,” he groaned, pulling the covers completely off me and placing them on the floor. “Get out of bed so I can give you your present.” “Fine,” I huffed as şişli escort bayan I pulled my way out of my bed and placed my warm feet against the hard wood floors. Most would flinch at the feel, but I loved how the coolness pushed its ways through my toes. It was always the best way to wake up, kind of like splashing cold water in your face. Grabbing my hand, Corey pulled my from my bedroom and led me down the hall. I looked in at my parents empty bedroom, knowing they were both already at work. It was summer break and they knew better than to wake us up in the mornings, so I never saw them until they got home in the evening. I was okay with this. “So what is it,” I asked him curiously, holding tightly onto his hand as we made our way into his bedroom. “What did you get me?” “You have to wait to find out,” he laughed, shutting his bedroom door behind us. “It would not be a surprise if I just went and told you now would it?” “It could be,” I laughed. “I can just pretend to be surprised when it really….” Corey pulled me to him as soon as his bedroom door was locked and pressed his lips against my own. It took me a moment to realize what it was that he was doing but once I did, I pushed him away from me. “What the hell do you think mecidiyeköy escort bayan you are doing,” I asked, demanding an answer out of him. “This is sick Corey. You are sick.” Corey looked at me with hurt in his eyes. It took me a moment to realize that I felt bad as well. Was it his look of hurt that made me feel bad, or was it the fact that part of me did not realize why I had pulled away from him to begin with. “I thought,” I began, stuttering out his words like he always did when he was nervous. “I thought it was what you wanted.” “What they hell would make you think it was what I wanted,” I asked him. “You are my brother, why would I want you to kiss me?” “I read it,” he said quietly, hanging his head down and looking at the floor. “You read what,” I once again demanded an answer our to him. “You read what Corey?” Corey continued to look at the ground and I wanted to reach out to him. For being my big brother, I sure had a great desire to protect him. Corey was not the most social butterfly in the field. In fact, if it were not for me, half the time people would not know that he had a name because he rarely talked. He didn’t even talk much to our parents, I did all the talking for him. For an nineteen year old, escort şişli this was not a great trait to hold, but he was still my brother and I loved him for his flaws. “In your Diary,” he muttered out slowly. “I saw your diary open one day and it said that you wished the you could just kiss me sometimes.” I could feel my mouth drop open in shock, but I had no control over it happening. He had read my diary, not only had he read my diary, he had read the one part he definitely should not have read. Sure I wrote that I wanted to kiss him, but he was not supposed to know that, no one was supposed to know that. “I’m sorry,” he said, not even bothering to look up at me as he made his way for his door. He quickly unlocked it and opened it back up, standing there looking into the hallway. “I am very sorry Allison.” I turned myself around and began to step out the door but something stopped me. Something kept me there, I did not want to leave. So instead of walking out, I simply shut the door one more time and locked us in. I was going to let Corey give me my birthday present. “Kiss me Corey,” I said calmly, giving him a smile. “You can kiss me.” “I don’t want to make you mad,” He whispered, just barely loud enough for me to hear it. I decided at that point I was going to have to take this into my own hands. Walking over to him I pulled him close to me and pressed my lips against his mouth. At first he was still, almost scared like, but soon he relaxed into my kiss and began to kiss me back, his arms wrapping around my back.

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