PREGNANT FOR BROTHER IN LAW

1. Stupid Fantasies.

Do you see her in that dress?

Yeah, that white dress, I have always known white for its purity but literature shitted on my face and bade me goodbye while I was in high school. I have come to think colors don't matter anymore. White doesn't mean anything but it's just the way society wants us to believe that it means purity. That is what my sister, Kendra is wearing today. White, long wedding gown in her body, hugging her petite figure properly.

This is the best I have seen something hug her. The men she courts with never hug her this perfectly. Maybe her husband-to-be, Alexander.  Once I saw them on the table moaning the hell out of each other and his ass was protruding from the table, a wink is all I got from him.

She is standing at the podium, ready to make the vows, ready to tell the world that she is off the market and that big diamond that is going to be perfectly dressed on her finger is going to be the evidence. If my sister got a husband, trust me, you can get one, anyone can.

I am not bad-mouthing but damn, she has crossed paths with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. All of those got a chance to slide their rigid stick between her legs.

She became more of a slide-to-open door.

That's her life. I never get to talk, I am just her social media manager and all that I do is make sure that all her posts are in order. Cute and beautiful pictures are on Instagram, the Twitter has captions to praise her and the branding sites that she works for. In the case of a campaign, she is there advocating, but in a real sense, I am the one who posts all her things to keep people up to date.

I get to be paid cents. Yeah, the thirty cents that Judas used on Jesus, that's what I get. I can't complain because I am waiting for her business to grow so that I can get enough cash to attend university.

Look at her, you might be convinced she is the most humble human on earth, I mean, sometimes she is humble but most of the time, no, hell will break loose if you dare step on her!

"I will make sure I hold your hands so firmly in case our turn comes, I will get the most expensive dress for you and an expensive venue."

That's Josh, my boyfriend. He talks a lot and has one thousand and one promises that have never come to be fulfilled. He is an IT guy but every day he says the same thing over and over again.

Which type of a man doesn't want to touch you or even just kiss you in the mouth?

I used to think that my mouth stinks but I realized, he thinks I am still a sixteen-year-old kid he fell in love with. I am eighteen for Christ's sake, I don't need to be pampered like a baby.

I don't blame him though, he thinks it's good to have sex after we are married. I don't get him. He had a girlfriend before me and I don't know if he did the same thing for her.

I stretch my hands to hold his thighs but he catches them mid-air and places them just beside him. You see what I am talking about. He has a good stick, I once saw it when I caught him stroking himself in the bathroom. I know it's normal to do that. I have wanted to do that for sometimes but I restrained myself because I want him to be the first man to touch me in that way. Every day he says, not today, another day, I hope that 'another day' comes to be.

"I am waiting for fo it babe, just look at Kendra, she is pretty, she has garnered more followers, following the wedding post this morning."

Josh smiles and peck's me on the cheeks. He is sweet, don't get me wrong. He cares for me and gives me everything that I ask for. Except for the D, which he never gives me.