Wednesday's Child

The first time I saw Victoria, my eyeballs found the home where they were always meant to be, and never wanted to leave. Rooted to the spot, I forgot how to breathe.

Everyone fancied her, but my feelings were real. Stuff other guys said boiled my blood. I loved her. I did everything I could to get her to notice me, but I wasn't exactly alone in trying to win her affection. Plus, I was three years younger, which is an age when you're at school. She thought I was just some kid.

Her sister was almost the same age as me, though. Not nearly so pretty, but the resemblance was there. When I put my arms round her, let my eyelids drift half-shut, I could almost believe, for a half-second, that it was Victoria's lips I kissed.

I grew to love Amara, you know. She was sweet, in a way I could finally admit Victoria never was. Tender. Giving. She's little, with a huge heart. And she doted on me. That felt good.

We stayed close to her parents so she could help them. Her dad's health wasn't great. Then, when Victoria's marriage fell apart (I tried not to celebrate) and she moved back home, Amara was nothing but supportive of her big sister.

Our movie nights every weekend now included Victoria, and I went to some lengths to make sure she never felt like a third wheel. We stayed up late, drinking, putting the world to rights. She'd crash on our sofa bed, shuck her jeans from those long legs and sleep in just her skimpy top and lacy thong, barely covered by the sheets Amara provided. Amara frowned, and bit her lip, but it was hard to care.

Victoria used our shower. I wanted to lick the beads of water off her collarbone above that fluffy pink towel. The thought almost made me groan aloud.

Her small smile, and those short, heated glances... She knew what she was doing. And she liked it.

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Word count: 366

(NB. This excludes the title, subtitle, and author's note.)

Submitted on Friday 18th October at 21:38

Quick Author's Note

The story behind the story: This follows on from yesterday's micro:

A Year of Stories: I'm writing (and submitting, here) a story every day this year. This continues my 292 daily micro-fiction story streak since 1st January. I'm nearly at 300!!

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