The First Time

We always got along, for the most part. A little less than two years apart, we certainly bickered and gave each other a hard time, but that’s part of the sibling relationship. The provoking was at its worst during our teenage years.
I worked at the local recreation department pool during the summers, typically in the afternoons. Late one morning, before my afternoon shift, I was making a sandwich for myself in the kitchen. It was just your basic ham and cheese with mustard, nothing too fancy. As I was finishing up my sister came into the kitchen and asked me to leave the bread out, she wanted to make a sandwich for herself. Being a jerk of a big brother, I couldn’t resist. I simply looked right at her as I gave the sandwich bag a spin and replaced the twist tie. As I started making my way across the kitchen she moved in between me and the pantry and asked for the bread again, she was getting heated. I attempted to give her the Heisman stiff arm and move right by her. But then it happened. For a brief moment, I was directly facing her and as soon as my hips squared with hers she let loose and drove her knee right into my scrotum. We made eye contact as my eyes filled with tears. Her eyes were full of shock and bewilderment, as if she couldn’t believe what she had just done. The pain was terrible and nausea began to sit in as I slowly slumped to the floor. I started seeing stars. At some point I mumbled the word “bitch” at her. After standing completely still for a few minutes and composing herself, she stepped over me, picked up the bag of bread that I had immediately dropped as her right knee had crashed into my testicles, and began making a sandwich of her own. Breathing was difficult and I still couldn’t really speak. I managed to get to my feet and limp down the hallway to my bedroom door, slamming it shut as I collapsed on my bed.