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me.
    But…maybe a part of me wished he had…
    Rico’s mouth pressed against mine as one hand pressed lightly on the back of my head. His tongue, slippery and serpent-like, slithered across my closed lips, seeking entrance until I opened up to let him in. He moaned as his tongue slid into my mouth, and his kiss almost immediately turned hard and ferocious. It was my first kiss, I didn’t know how to kiss and he was kissing me as if I’d had years of practice. I didn’t know what to do with my mouth, my tongue, my hands, or anything. I always thought my first kiss would be soft and sweet and meaningful, but this was animalistic, and not in a sexy way. Rico was going to suck my face off.
    The backs of my knees hit the bed and it was only then that I realized he had been pushing me backward as he kissed me. He kept pushing as I was falling back and he was falling with me, until I was caught in a compromising position on the bed with Rico on top of me. That voice in the back of my head was getting louder as he began to kiss my neck. As his hands began to wander over my body, the voice became clearer. When his fingers squeezed at my breasts, I understood the voice and could hear it as if someone was speaking in my ear.
    Get up! Don’t let this happen!
    “Stop,” I said suddenly to Rico and put my hands on his shoulders in an effort to push him away.
    “You don’t want me to stop,” he said breathlessly as his hands continued to wander down to the hem of the skirt I was wearing. “I’m so glad you wore a skirt. You have pretty sexy legs for a big girl.”
    “Stop,” I repeated and pushed at him again, but my attempts were feeble at best. My limbs still felt heavy and drunk after the shots Rico supplied me with through the night.
    “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” Rico groaned as his hands moved up my thighs and under my skirt. “You smell so sweet.”
    “I don’t want to do this, Rico,” I said as his fingers moved over my panties. My heart pounded hard in my chest and my breathing became labored. I’d never had a panic attack before, but I knew that’s what was happening.
    “Ssshhh,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re just nervous,” he said, attempting to sound gentle and comforting.
    I felt temporary relief when he took his hand out of my skirt, but then the panic began again as his fingers began to work the buttons on my shirt. I used one hand and shoved at one of his. I succeeded in pushing him away, but he took a part of my shirt with him. Buttons flew, fabric was torn, and my cleavage and bra were exposed. Rico looked down in shock at the piece of shirt in his hand. My brain was sluggish, but the instinct to protect myself kicked in full force, and I brought my knee up hard between his legs. He howled in pain and rolled off of me, gripping at his balls.
    “Fuck!” he yelled, rolling back and forth on the bed. His eyes were pinched shut and his face was bright red. “What did you do that for?”
    I scrambled off of the bed and fell to the floor, but quickly pulled myself back up. I stumbled to the door, pulled it open and fled with Rico shouting my name from the bedroom behind me.
    The party was in full swing, with music pounding from speakers, bodies dancing and doing other things, people laughing and yelling and I smelled pot in the air. I kept my head down and my shirt pulled together in my hands as I hurried through the crowd and outside into the snowy night. It was spring, it should not have been snowing, and I should not have had to walk home in it in the middle of the night, but Rico had promised Sandy’s cousin that he would get me home after the girls had to leave to make curfew, but now that wasn’t possible. I don’t know why the girls trusted him or why I even trusted him. I don’t know why I didn’t trust in my brother.
    Tears leaked down my cheeks and I swiped them away with the backs of my hands. I was angry with Rico. I was angry with myself. I was angry with Tack