Chapter 3

Carmen dragged herself to school the next morning. It was finally Friday, the weekend would be coming up and she hoped to get some time alone with her brother. She missed him kissing her, touching her, making love to her.

As she wandered the school hallways, she eyed other boys but none of the other boys gave her the warm feeling in her heart as her own brother. She was about to head upstairs when she saw Carlos holding hands with a pretty short blonde girl.

Carmen stared at the girl for a minute and then looked away. The girl was curvy, not skinny like herself. She had big breasts and nice legs. Her laugh was sweet and the way Carlos held her hand almost made Carmen cry. She turned the other way and took the long way to her class.

"So a couple of dates and you think he's serious?" Linda asked Olivia the next night at work on their break. They stood outside while Linda smoked her cigarette.

"Why not? Look neither of us is getting any younger."

"You know it's strange Olivia. I figured a man like him, with money and pretty good looks would be dating a younger woman."

Olivia nodded. "That's what I figured too, but he says he's not much into younger women."

"That's very odd. I say you found yourself a winner!"

Olivia looked down. "Yes, I suppose, but you know I think he keeps hinting that he wants kids."

"Kids? Now? Why didn't he have kids when he was younger?"

Olivia shrugged. "I don't know. I guess he was busy finishing school and getting his life together. Now he's ready. And you know I can't have children."

"I know."

"Oh God Linda! But I really like him! He is funny, sweet and we have good conversations. I haven't found a man like that in a long time."

"Look, if he really likes you and appreciates you, he won't care if you can have kids or not."

"You think?"

"Oh yeah. I mean why would you want to enforce that on someone if they can't help the way they are?"

"Very true. I just hope you're right."

Carmen sat in her room while loud music blared from Carlos' room. She sat on her bed and stared at the walls. Carlos had brought over his friend Thomas and she knew they were smoking pot in Carlo's room. She could smell it.

Friday nights were the busiest for Olivia. She wouldn't come home until eight on Saturday morning. Carmen felt as if the night would drag on. The boys' laughs kept interrupting her thoughts. She wished Carlos wouldn't smoke pot and that he'd be with her.

She lay down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Her hand reached underneath her t-shirt and she began to play with her breasts. She made slow circles around her nipples just the way Carlos did. Closing her eyes for a moment, she thought about her brother. She thought about how he showered her body with sweet kisses. He'd never told her that he loved her but she was sure he did. If not in a romantic way, at least in a brotherly way.

Just then there was a knock at her door. She gasped and put her shirt down. She got up to open her door and saw Thomas standing in front of her. He was a good looking guy, about her brother's age as well. He was just a little taller than Carlos.

"Hey Carmen," Thomas slurred.

"Hi," Carmen answered softly.

"You mind if I hang out in your room for a bit? Carlos brought Cassi over and well, they want to be alone."

"Who's Cassi?" Carmen asked curiously.

"His hot new girlfriend. I fuckin' hate your brother at times you know that? He gets all the girls."

Carmen shrugged and stepped aside to let Thomas in. She'd only talked to him a few times when Thomas had come over for dinner. Thomas wore a white button up shirt, which was slightly unbuttoned. His black slacks were baggy and his boots were unlaced. His eyes were small and red from smoking pot.

Carmen closed the door behind them. Thomas turned and eyed her with a huge grin on his face. "So what were you doing all alone in your room?" He asked.

"Just reading," Carmen lied.

"Reading? On a Friday night? I figured you'd have a date or something."

Carmen laughed nervously. "I am too young to date."

"Too young?" Thomas echoed. "You're what? Fifteen?

"Fourteen," Carmen replied shyly.

"Ah well, see? You almost fooled me. I thought you were a little older. I think fourteen is a good age. Hell, I was fourteen when I lost my virginity."

Carmen turned red.

"So what do you want to do? I mean don't bother reading to me, because I might just fall asleep," Thomas said as he laughed out loud.

"I don't know. You want to go watch TV in the living room?"

Thomas nodded. "Nope."

"You want to get something to eat?"

"Nope."

Carmen was running out of ideas. She had no clue what else to do with a boy other than make love. She looked up and Thomas was walking closer to her. "I have a better idea," he rasped.

Carmen felt his big hands cup her face and soon enough he had leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. Carmen didn't kiss him back at first. She pursed her lips not sure if she should return the kiss. Somehow it felt as if she were cheating on her brother.

Thomas pulled back and eyed her curiously. "You're not a virgin are you? I mean you have at least kissed a guy right?"

Carmen nodded. "Yes."

"Well then, kiss me back will ya? I don't want to leave without having some kind of fun. Unless you think I'm really ugly. Do you?"

"No," Carmen whispered.

Thomas laughed deviously. His brown eyes found hers and once again he leaned in for another kiss. This time, Carmen parted her lips and the teens began to make out heavily. Thomas was stronger than Carlos. He lifted Carmen up and carried her to her bed. She had a small twin sized bed.

Once Carmen was lying down, she stared up at him. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt until he was topless. He climbed on the bed and kissed Carmen again. His kisses were a lot more rough and hard than Carlos'.

Carmen fought hard to breath in between kisses. Thomas moved his mouth from her lips to her neck and sucked on it gently. Carmen closed her eyes and all she could do, was imagine it was Carlos doing that.

Thomas slipped his hands under her shirt and touched her breasts gently squeezing on them. He smiled as he looked at her. "You didn't have a bra on huh? Mmm I like that. You like me touching you like this?"

Carmen didn't want to say no. "Yes."

He pulled up her shirt completely and sucked on one nipple. Carmen felt confused for a moment. She enjoyed Thomas' touch, yet her brother was on her mind. She knew it was wrong to be messing around with Thomas, but how could she turn him down? He was her brother's best friend and she was scared he might get mad if she told him to get off her and leave.

Thomas took turns sucking on each nipple while his hand slipped down between Carmen's legs. Carmen was wearing blue sweats and felt his hand touching her pussy over her sweats.

"Mmm," Carmen found herself moaning.

"You're really cute you know that?" Thomas whispered.

Carmen smiled shyly. He put his hand inside her sweats and panties. Carmen squirmed feeling an unfamiliar touch between her legs. Carlos was usually gentler with her. Thomas rubbed her pussy hard pressing his hand on it. Carmen felt so uneasy.

"You're wet. I feel you," Thomas rasped.

He slipped a finger inside of her. Carmen gasped and spread her legs wider. He moved his finger in and out fast. Carmen's lips parted and soft moans escaped her mouth.

"Carlos..." Carmen whispered in the middle of her ecstasy.

Thomas stopped for a minute and looked at her strangely. "Carlos?"

Carmen turned red. "N-no I meant Thomas."

He slipped a second finger in her. "You said Carlos. You like your brother?"

Carmen shook her head. "N-no!"

"Nothing wrong with that. If I had a sister like you, I know I would have fucked you a long time ago."

Carmen felt so embarrassed. "Please leave," she said softly.

Thomas laughed. "No, not until I fuck you."

"I will scream if you don't leave," Carmen warned him.

Thomas took his fingers out of her and licked them letting her watch him. "You suck, you know that. You're such a drag."

"Just go away." Carmen felt as if she wanted to cry.

Thomas put his shirt back on and as he walked out, he looked back. "You're ugly too. You hardly have any tits."

With that, he left leaving Carmen sobbing on her bed.

"So your mother tells me that you're in the high school basketball team?" Rafael asked Carlos.

They sat around eating dinner at Olivia's house two weeks later. She had invited Rafael over for dinner and for him to get to know her children.

"Yeah I play," Carlos answered sourly.

Olivia eyed him cautiously.

"I mean yes, I do play. I've played for a few years now. I'm getting a scholarship too," Carlos changed his tone.