Where it happened: I don't know.
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
This is not a story about me, but rather my little sister, Bethany. We were 3 years apart, and always very close as children. Somehow, when I turned 12, having a little sister always around you was not very “cool”, and as a result, our relationship suffered. I admit now that I was very cruel to her, and constantly whined to our mother that I was not going to take her ANYWHERE with me. This went on for several years, until she finally reached high school. (She skipped 2nd grade.) All of a sudden, my Barbie-playing, baby sister was interested in BOYS!!! I was horrified!
She was always a very good girl, straight A’s, popular, and very pretty, with long, curly brown hair, and bright blue eyes. She quickly became friends with all the “trendy” groups, that I, as an athlete, was also a part of. My friends, once repelled by “Bratty Beth” were now intrigued by the stunning transformation she had undergone in just a few short years. My best friend, Robert, in particular, had taken a fancy to Bethany. He came to me one day after football practice, and asked my permission to begin dating her. I was shocked, and mumbled, “I’ll think about it!”
Bethany, at the same time, had falen in love with him, too. I don’t discredit teen-age romance. It was very real for them. She sat both our parents down one afternoon, and told them how she felt. She said that because she was now a teenager and had always maintained all of her responsibilties, that she should be allowed to date Robert, for as long as she could still balance everything.
My parents came to me. Robert had been my friend since Kindergarten, so as far as they could tell, he was a respectable young man. But he was 3 years older than she, and they wanted to know my opinion. I regret this now. He was my friend; she my sister. I loved them both, but I did not want to see them together. I merely stated that their happiness was all that was important to me.
I don’t know how long they dated before having sex. I don’t want to know! But I know that neither had had sex before the other. Sometime, in the summer of 1995, Bethany discovered that she was pregnant. She was very thin, though, and hid it quite well under loose clothes. She was terrified to tell our parents, but she confided her situation to me. Robert knew, and was very supportive in the 5 months they knew before telling me. He had even found, and was paying for, her doctor.
In the meantime, our parents began noticing her weight gain, but attributed it to the beginning stages of puberty. However, they would not be fooled much longer! During her seventh month of pregnancy, my mom became very suspicious. And yet she held her tongue. It was Robert who finally told HIS parents.
I was taking a nap one afternoon when the doorbell rang, and awoke me from my slumber. It was Robert, very ashamedly, being forcibly dragged into our home. Mummy and Father were downstairs, and answered the door. I heard Robert’s mother screeching from the top of the stairs, “Where is she, that little whore!??!!?” And then my parents became enraged. They bickered bitterly, and the whole truth came out. Father asked them to leave in a low, quiet voice, and they did. Mother then turned on Bethany. “How could yo do this? How could you ruin your life, you stupid girl?” she ranted and raved. “Pack your things!” she ordered. “YOU WILL NOT BE AN EMBARRASSMENT TO THIS FAMILY!!!!!” Weeping uncontrollably, Bethany trudged up the stairs.
Before she could reach the top, Mother raced up the stairs and flung open Bethany’s closet, and began tossing clothes into a suitcase. “You are going to your aunt’s!” she screamed. Bethany sat rocking numbly back and forth on the stairs. Father was already in the car waiting, when Mummy grabbed Beth by her hair, and pulled her into the car.
I was frozen to the spot, stuck in the doorway of my own bedroom, observing all this chaos, yet too afraid to move. I finally came out of my daze long enough to dash down the stairs, chasing after them. The last thing I saw was father crying hysterically, trying to drive, while Mother was in the back seat with Beth, screaming and hitting her…
The police say that the car smashed into a pole on the freeway, on the way to the airport. Mother and father died instantly. Bethany, the only person wearing her seat belt, lived a few hour after, just long enough to have an emergency C-section, to deliver her daughter into a cruel, hateful world.
Robert was thrown out of his parents home the very next day. He and I now live in a very small apartment, and are trying to raise Destiny on our own. We both have to work, so we have my girlfriend watch her during the day. Until we had turned 18, my father’s parents had legal custody of both Robert and I, but because they are getting old, we decided not to become a burden on them. Life is very tough, and I miss my sister terribly. I cannot forgive my parents for the destruction of youth they brought on themselves. I know that some may view what she had done as “wrong”, but was it really punishable by death? Each time I look at my 2 year old niece, my beautiful little Destiny, I think to myself, “No, God, no! A thousand times no…..”
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