Unwilling Donor

Sarah was so excited. Or at least that was how she remembered it all those years ago. She had always hated nights like this, thunder rumbling in the distance, but the sky shone blue with pale light filtering down amidst the clouds. It was approaching night; the pale light waning into the pink and red hues of sunset, but she knew they wouldn’t last all that much longer. Staring out her window she could see the wall of blackness closing in, the physical representation of her metaphoric fear.

“No, my fear is all too real.” Sarah quietly whispered to herself.

“What’d you say sis?”

Sarah turned her head to see her older sister setting down the last box Sarah had packed, her parents standing quietly in the doorway. “Nothing, just talking to myself.” She smiled and turned completely to face her family. “Thanks for helping me move in.”

“It’s what family is for sis.”

“Yah, you didn’t have to though. Alex, I know you had to take work off. Mom and dad could have done this with me.”

“Please, you make it sound like it was a chore to do this.” Alex waved her hand dismissively, “Truth be told, I should be thanking you for getting me out of work right now. Things are going nuts with the latest project they have me working on. The guys down in the suite*-“

“I get it sis.” Sarah smiled and crossed the room giving her sister a big hug. “You know I don’t understand a word of what you’d be about to say anyways.”

“Not yet,” Alex smiled tousling Sarah’s hair as she was apt to do. “But give it a year and everything I’m saying will make sense.”

“I doubt one year is going to teach me everything you learned in four,” Sarah said with a smile. “But I’ll give it my best. After all,” Sarah began her mouth curling into a smirk, “nothing is more embarrassing then your younger sister doing better than you in your own field.”

“We’ll see about that sis.” Alex smiled playfully.

“Alex hurry up, we should probably go before it starts to really storm out.”

Sarah’s father called from the doorway.

Sarah wanted nothing more than to go and give her father a hug, but knew that she couldn’t for fear of touching his skin with her own. Instead she strode over and kissed her mother gently on the cheek, looking to both of them, “Love you mom. Love you dad. Be safe on your way home.”

“We will,” Sarah’s mom calmly squeezed Sarah’s hand, “You be careful too sweetie. And hopefully your roommate isn’t…you know…one of the-“

“Oh come off it mom,” Alex said bounding towards the door. “I’m sure her roommate is going to be here any second.”

Winking at her sister she continued, “I’m just sorry we couldn’t help her move in too. I want to know what kind of girl you’re going to be living with.” Alex leaned in close with a knowing grin and whispered in Sarah’s ear, “or if she’s not all girl if you know what I mean.”

Sarah had to stop herself from tensing up; she couldn’t let her sister know. It was bad enough her parents had to deal with it, but she couldn’t bear to tell her sister. She knew she wanted to, but she was afraid it might change how she acted towards her. And if there was one thing about her sister she adored it was the happy, fun-loving, always-there-for-you kind of sister that she was. “I know what you mean, and you know I don’t swing that way.” Sarah whispered back.

“Oh I know,” Alex said louder and no longer conspiratorially, “Anyways have fun in college little sis. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Sarah and both her parents rolled their eyes, and the family broke out into a laugh at Alex’s indignation. With a final few goodbyes Sarah watched her family go and turned back to her room and the various boxes she had to unpack.

Sarah sat with her back to the door, looking out the window as the lightning flashed across the sky. The rumbling of thunder followed each and every flash as did a wince from Sarah. It wasn’t that she was necessarily afraid of the thunder, it was the memories it brought back from that night two years ago on her sixteenth birthday.

She remembered lying on her bed, Bryan lying next to her, his shirt was off, and she had an arm draped across his chest. She recalled it had been his idea to reach behind her back and undo her bra. His hands that had slowly slid it away from her chest, cupping her then B-cup breasts; his fingers toyed with her nipples, each breath she took quicker and shallower. Her hands had taken on a life of their own then, gripping his face and pulling it closer to hers, their lips meeting for the briefest of seconds before he was pushing her away and pulling her shirt over her head at the same time. She had fallen backwards on the bed, and as he attempted to straddle her she slid lower on the bed so he

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