The final culmination and the fate of Jim and his sister, Serenity, lies in this final chapter. Quoting Jim, “Nothing good lasts forever.” What I wouldn’t do for my girlfriend… ‘Which one?’ There is no fucking which one. There’s only Serenity! ‘Stop kidding yourself, Jim.’ Fuck off. — “Jimmy… Jim… For christ’s sake, JIM!” “Wha- What, oh shit, sorry, Serenity!” I blushed. “Jimmy, you’ve been really weird lately, what’s going on? Can I help you?” Serenity said, her head and arms on my chest on her bed. “It’s nothing. Just thinking about school,” I replied, forcing a smile while caressing her head. “I’m going to head over to my room for a second, be right back.” “Okay. And Jim..” “Yeah, sis?” I responded, looking back at her with an unnerving look. “I love you.” “I love you too, sweety.” And with that, I headed across the hall and into my room, pushing the door half closed. I put my sweaty hands on my face and sighed as I sat on the edge of my bed beside my nightstand. I put my hands on my lap and looked at my cellphone that lied on my computer desk. I shook my head with a disgusted look on my face. I stood up, turned my cellphone on, and looked at the picture Becca sent me. “That fucking whore..” I cursed under my lips. “She didn’t get my fucking permission.” I turned my cellphone off and put both my hands on my computer desk. I shook my head again and thought to my self, you might as well rip my heart into two right now. I mentally slapped istanbul escort myself into reality and headed back to my sister’s room. She wasn’t there; she must be in the bathroom. As I sat on her computer chair, I glanced at a photo of her taken a year ago and smiled. The sun shining on her gorgeous blond hair made her look like an angel. She wears my light brown eyes better than I ever will. I heard the toilet flush; it must be my sister. As I stood up from the chair my nose caught a strong and all too familiar smell; it was coming from her computer desk drawer. I pulled the drawer to find two fat joints, and a dime of weed. “What the fuck, Serenity!” I quietly said. I got what I wished for, a broken heart. She told me she stopped this fucking shit! As I examined the drugs, I heard my sister walk in the room. “Jim, it not-” “It’s not? As if I didn’t beat enough of your FUCKING friends up!” I yelled. She put her hands up like I held a gun to her. “Jimm-” “DON’T. DON’T JIMMY ME. You lied to me you F- Serenity,” I said pointing to the drawer, “You didn’t know what I was going to do… I was going to hang myself, or drive off the bridge two days ago. You did this to me, you tore my heart. Whatever was left of it, YOU FUCKING CRACKHEAD.” “NO, JIMMY, NO.. It’s no-” she tried to speak over her tears. “What? It’s not what it looks like?” I air quoted with my fingers. She ran into my chest, wrapping bayan escort her arms around me. My arms were still at my side. “Please, Jimmy… I forgot I even had that in there. I meant to throw it away. I would NEVER, EVER, do anything to hurt you again… You have to believe me.” She sounded like she meant it. “You gunna flush it, or do I have to?” She shook her head and opened her eyes wide, tears still dripping from them, “No, baby, I’ll do it!” She released me from her hug and grabbed the two joints, the little bag of weed, and ran to the washroom. I stood in front of her trying to calm down. As soon as I heard the toilet flush, the wave of anger subsided, and she came running back into my arms. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. You’re my little sister.” I felt really guilty. “No, I’m your girlfriend,” she smiled, kissing my chest through the vest I wore. — A week had passed. It was the best week ever. The most memorable moment was when she dyed her hair back to her natural blond. I still remember looking at her reflection on the mirror, smiling, and her smiling back as she made sure to get rid of every black strand of hair. We went shopping at a clothes outlet, okay, a lot of outlets, and she bought a whole new wardrobe. Bright colors; it reminded me of something a 12-year-old girl would wear; it was cute. She spent a great deal of time outside of the changing rooms, but that left me a lot escort istanbul of time to think. To think about Serenity, my beautiful little sister, and our relationship that we hide from society. Of course, the society we live in is as drunk as our mother, so we don’t have to fear much. — Today was my birthday. Lucky for me, it landed on a Friday, and Mom wasn’t home; she’s probably passed out in an alleyway somewhere. But that’s about the only gift that I’d be happy about. An A+ on my English paper, sure, but I’d rather have a million dollars sitting in my bank account building up interest. I’m not that lucky. “—Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Jimmy.. Happy birthday to you!” my sister sang, jumping on my bed and straddling me. “Are you one, are you two, are you three, are you fou-” “Oh shutup you,” I smiled, plunging my lips into hers. She moaned as I sucked on her bottom lip. I could taste the sweetness of pancakes and syrup on her lips. Guess she made breakfast. She moved her hand from my cheek, to my chest, to my mid-erect cock and started rubbing it through my sweatpants. “Ready for your birthday present,” she managed to say without breaking our kiss. I nodded and giggled. She smiled and ended the kiss. She moved her body down my body and put her head underneath my t-shirt. She started kissing all over my chest. I am very ticklish, so I tried my best to flex all the muscles in my body so I wouldn’t jump out of the bed of laughter. She pulled down my sweatpants and underwear in one go and started deepthroating my cock. After about two minute of her sucking my cock, she plopped it out of her mouth and said, “Time for your real birthday present.” I looked at her in confusion as she turned around, her perfect butt facing me on the far end of the bed.