“Was it just the one time?” At her nod, I asked, “what did it feel like?” Then feeling like a complete idiot, I slapped my brow. “I can’t believe I’m asking this of my younger sister. Please don’t answer.” I moved to get up and she grabbed my hand, keeping me in place.
Her cheeks flushed crimson before she giggled. “Do you know how you feel after eating chocolate cake?”
I grinned. “Yeah, like I’m in heaven.”
“That’s what I felt like.” A dreamy look passed over her face. “After what mum said about it being painful the first time and that I’d gross-out with some stuff, I was scared to lose my virginity. But it was nothing like that. Zander’s body is hot and the things he did to me felt like I was falling off a tall building with him catching me at the bottom.” She sprang off the bed, and with her arms spread out, twirled around the room before she stopped, grabbed my hands, and pulled me up to join her.
When we stopped spinning, I sobered, concern eating at the tendons in my neck. I might’ve agreed to keep her secret, but it didn’t mean I shouldn’t worry about her. “Have you heard from him after that night?”
Biting her lip, she nodded. “He texts me when he can.”
“Holy smokes, my fourteen-year-old sister had sex before me, says a lot doesn’t it,” I snorted.
Eliana looked crestfallen. “I’m sorry, Lee.” I gave her a reassuring smile. “I’m sure when it’s your turn, it’s going to—” she broke off, probably reaching the same realization I did.
My virginity was going to some sick old pervert with a soft willy belonging to a brotherhood that bought virgins. “How lucky am I,” I scoffed, not hiding my sarcasm. Then noticing her dejection again, I grabbed her in a one-armed hug. “This isn’t on you, Eli. Remember we’re both victims of a circumstance beyond our control, okay?” She nodded. “As I said, you’re my sister and I’ll do anything to keep you safe, virgin or not,” I chuckled on the last part, making her smile.
Yet when I drifted to sleep later that night, I prayed that although I was being sold, it would be to a good-looking man with a virile body to give me the best sex of my life. Even if it wasn’t consensual and even if he were an old goat. Aunt Trina always talked about silver foxes and how sexy they were. Maybe mine was one too.
A girl could dream, couldn’t she?
Chapter 5 - Levana
“Keep still, Levana,” my mother scolded a week later.
“It stings,” I mumbled, wincing as she yanked another hair from my eyebrow.
“Anything that hurts is never good for you.” Her nimble fingers moved over my brow in the last part of my beauty makeover.
All morning, I’d cried, groaned and laughed as she worked my body into what she called the regime to shape a man’s ideal woman. If looking good was this painful, thank you very much but I’d rather suffer from not having a man want me. I’d been waxed, shaved, threaded, oiled, and rubbed. While being massaged was nice, I stung, itched and burned in places I never knew were possible. I was warned to stay away from the mirrors throughout the process.
“Who came up with the idea of waxing a woman’s privates,” I grumbled, rubbing a hand over my crotch. She might’ve plied the area with a soothing cream, I was still reeling from the aftereffects of the waxing ten minutes ago. I was so ready to call it quits. If it weren’t for the promise to Eliana, I would.
Hands on her hips, mother stood back and glared at me. “You should feel privileged that I’m taking time out from my busy schedule to give you some of the best damn treatments in Birmingham.”
Privileged?Did she seriously think prostituting me was a favor? Biting my tongue to keep from retorting aloud, I dropped my gaze to the floor.
