spouted the platitude, “practice makes perfect.”
I gazed up at the hoop.
I can do this.
I took some deep breaths. I let my body relax. Thoughts of floating in a still, clean pool of water permeated my thoughts.
Don’t think about it.
I know what to do now.
I opened my eyes as it hit me… the solution to the problem.
Pretend it was someone else throwing a three point shot.
So simple .
I threw the ball.
It soared through the air in a graceful arc.
And then it whooshed through the net.
Perfect.
The excitement welled up inside me, bursting from my chest and shooting to my arms and legs like liquid fire. I jumped up in the air, a high pitched scream ripping from my throat, and then I turned and launched myself at Joshua. I wrapped my arms around his neck, laughing and screaming with pure, unrestrained joy.
I had never made that shot before.
I’d dreamed of making that shot.
“Thank you!” I cried out, hugging his neck with all I had.
A moment later I felt him hug me back.
“You know you still have to practice it… like a million more times, right?”
I kissed his cheek and stepped back, looking up into his face.
“I know, I just…” I stopped. I couldn’t say anything more. I couldn’t think or move.
Just one look up into Joshua’s beautiful faded green eyes and I was mesmerized…lost…
A grin played on his lips…
Those thick, biteable looking lips…
I lunged at him, wrapping my arms around his neck again, my lips colliding with his.
He tasted like raspberries and something foreign and strange— Joshua.
His lips were so soft.
I felt him tense as I kissed him. I was sure he was going to push me away. He had to, right? I was his stupid little stepsister.
It was wrong.
This was wrong.
But as his strong, bare arms encircled me, and his lips parted, his tongue licking into my mouth… It felt so right.
Our bodies melded together, fitting so perfectly it was as if we were made for each other.
I gasped as that thought tore through my mind, and the warmth of his body made my flesh tingle. Something inside of me was pulling me closer and closer to him. I arched my back so that more of me was in contact with more of Joshua.
My breathing quickened and I felt my pulse race at that thought.
More of Joshua…
I felt something hard bulging against my stomach.
Oh god… that hardness was him !
I pulled away and looked down, seeing the hugeness sticking out from his sweats.
Then I heard a familiar sound: the twin carbs and dual exhausts of Joshua’s dad’s Silverado truck.
Oh no…
The look of blind panic and horror on Joshua’s face must have mirrored my own.
We separated, pushing away from each other.
I heard the slight squeal of the Silverado’s brakes as Joshua dashed over and grabbed the basketball from the ground, turning around with it, strategically obscuring his crotch. A guilt stricken look overwhelmed his face.
The Silverado turned into the driveway, going too fast, and then suddenly stopped with even more squeals from the brakes.
I stood there dumbly, feeling so caught. Mom and dad would know, wouldn’t they?
They would just know, from the looks on our faces.
What if that thing between Joshua’s legs didn’t go down? What if they saw it?
Oh god, oh god, oh god…
Joshua looked at me as if he were having the exact same thought.
The passenger side door swung open and my mom hopped out, her face flushed and her expression angry.
She knew!
I gulped and hugged myself. My life was over—over before it really got started. Mom was going to kill me!
She turned to the open truck door and glared at my stepfather.
“I told you I never met your friend before! Why do you keep bringing it up?”
My stepfather, Paul, opened his door and climbed out of the cab. He was taller than Joshua, and more filled out in the shoulders.
When he looked down on you, you were intimidated, totally.
“Richie said he’d met you before,
I gazed up at the hoop.
I can do this.
I took some deep breaths. I let my body relax. Thoughts of floating in a still, clean pool of water permeated my thoughts.
Don’t think about it.
I know what to do now.
I opened my eyes as it hit me… the solution to the problem.
Pretend it was someone else throwing a three point shot.
So simple .
I threw the ball.
It soared through the air in a graceful arc.
And then it whooshed through the net.
Perfect.
The excitement welled up inside me, bursting from my chest and shooting to my arms and legs like liquid fire. I jumped up in the air, a high pitched scream ripping from my throat, and then I turned and launched myself at Joshua. I wrapped my arms around his neck, laughing and screaming with pure, unrestrained joy.
I had never made that shot before.
I’d dreamed of making that shot.
“Thank you!” I cried out, hugging his neck with all I had.
A moment later I felt him hug me back.
“You know you still have to practice it… like a million more times, right?”
I kissed his cheek and stepped back, looking up into his face.
“I know, I just…” I stopped. I couldn’t say anything more. I couldn’t think or move.
Just one look up into Joshua’s beautiful faded green eyes and I was mesmerized…lost…
A grin played on his lips…
Those thick, biteable looking lips…
I lunged at him, wrapping my arms around his neck again, my lips colliding with his.
He tasted like raspberries and something foreign and strange— Joshua.
His lips were so soft.
I felt him tense as I kissed him. I was sure he was going to push me away. He had to, right? I was his stupid little stepsister.
It was wrong.
This was wrong.
But as his strong, bare arms encircled me, and his lips parted, his tongue licking into my mouth… It felt so right.
Our bodies melded together, fitting so perfectly it was as if we were made for each other.
I gasped as that thought tore through my mind, and the warmth of his body made my flesh tingle. Something inside of me was pulling me closer and closer to him. I arched my back so that more of me was in contact with more of Joshua.
My breathing quickened and I felt my pulse race at that thought.
More of Joshua…
I felt something hard bulging against my stomach.
Oh god… that hardness was him !
I pulled away and looked down, seeing the hugeness sticking out from his sweats.
Then I heard a familiar sound: the twin carbs and dual exhausts of Joshua’s dad’s Silverado truck.
Oh no…
The look of blind panic and horror on Joshua’s face must have mirrored my own.
We separated, pushing away from each other.
I heard the slight squeal of the Silverado’s brakes as Joshua dashed over and grabbed the basketball from the ground, turning around with it, strategically obscuring his crotch. A guilt stricken look overwhelmed his face.
The Silverado turned into the driveway, going too fast, and then suddenly stopped with even more squeals from the brakes.
I stood there dumbly, feeling so caught. Mom and dad would know, wouldn’t they?
They would just know, from the looks on our faces.
What if that thing between Joshua’s legs didn’t go down? What if they saw it?
Oh god, oh god, oh god…
Joshua looked at me as if he were having the exact same thought.
The passenger side door swung open and my mom hopped out, her face flushed and her expression angry.
She knew!
I gulped and hugged myself. My life was over—over before it really got started. Mom was going to kill me!
She turned to the open truck door and glared at my stepfather.
“I told you I never met your friend before! Why do you keep bringing it up?”
My stepfather, Paul, opened his door and climbed out of the cab. He was taller than Joshua, and more filled out in the shoulders.
When he looked down on you, you were intimidated, totally.
“Richie said he’d met you before,
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