Yesterday I Took My Younger Sister

Yesterday I Took My Younger Sister

Sleeping With My Sisters

By Adele Slaughter

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Nights we all piled into the same double bed.
Five girls, a huddled mass of elbows and rear ends.
Each one massaging, scratching, begging
another to rub her back.
The little two got crammed in between
our arm pits, honeysuckle on the vine.
All those girls and I was the biggest,
the one that took everything first,
even stepped on a rusty nail
saving my sisters the shot, the infection.
Mary fought me—
a sister with more hip and bigger breasts.
She was choppy: red cut curls, round stormy eyes.
Her nails bitten, not any moon showing.
Contrary, a curl, so proud of being so very good
and so very bad.
Sister—dark and wild.
Her hips are wide and spread easily
but tight like a wet wish bone
she opens to let men in.
They only get one wish
which they can’t tell.
She was like humid weather,
something I learned to endure.
Her temper sat in a cold bucket
turning her white skin red.
When her lower lip shoved out
the others gave her anything she wanted
to keep her calm,
but not from me. Not from me.
Fighting was a kind of loving in our family.
That Sunday all us girls were crammed in the back seat
I got the window
She pinched my thigh.
After church, I took the bottom sheet off her bed.
She ripped the bedding off mine
leaving me a bare mattress and a bed to make.
I threw her sheets and blankets down the stairs.
A rage of hot wind flew at me.
I turned, raised my right hand.
Stop it Mary, please stop.
My fist landed in the middle of her back. Hard.
Winded she slumped. Sobbed.
Her fingertips scratched the wooden floors.
It is nightlife now. He rises above me
looking like a man on a cross,
his hands supporting himself over my body.
His right leg tucked behind his left,
he is pushing himself into me
searching for a sweet spot.
I press my legs into the small of his back.
Just as I climb up toward his breath
I miss sleeping with those sisters—
I miss the honeysuckle I used to pick and suck
those sweet insides—sweet yellow pollen fills my lungs
and they are in my skin, rubbing my back,
tangled in the sheets. Please, little sister
please rub my back just a little longer.
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Experiments I conducted on my little sister: Part I

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I’m the second child in four. The good thing about this fact is that while growing up, siblings #1 and #3 were both suitable playmates for me. If one of them didn’t want to play, I would simply hang out with the other one. Sometimes I had the luxury of choosing between the two of them.
Sometimes, at night, when my little sister and brother were already in bed and my elder sister didn’t want to play with me, I got bored with ways of entertaining myself. So occasionally, I would quietly sneak into their room, while they were still awake. My sister slept in a loft bed. At her feet, there was a big chair. My creative brain had invented the ultimate sport: get to that chair without getting noticed by her. This was a incredibly slow process, because my sister would be able to catch me with every potential noise I would make. If she simply turned her head and glanced over at the floor she would see me. Sometimes I would lie down on the floor for minutes without moving. Sometimes I would only move one limb per minute.
At times my brother, who slept in the same room, would spot me during this process. His bed was at a normal height. I would make him into my accomplice by quietly gesturing him to keep quiet. He always played along.
When I finally reached the big chair after a long and dangerous journey from the door, I would silently climb onto it. Quietly holding my breath, I would slowly change my weight from one foot to the other, until I was standing on the arms of the chair in ducked position.
At this point, my sister would still be completely unsuspecting of what was about to happen. She was usually just staring at the ceiling, minding her own thoughts, probably thinking about rainbows and sheep.
Out of nowhere, I would jump from behind her bed and scream. As you can imagine, this caused quite a reaction. It scared the hell out of her, time and time again.
It ended up with me laughing hysterically, thinking I was the most successful and hilarious super ninja in the world, and her needing to calm down after having a heart attack. In my mind I had the mad skills of a spy, which one day would prove to be useful in my future detective career.
Then I would just hang out for a bit. We would talk about whatever was on our minds until she got tired or I got bored and I would leave again.
You might think she hated this, but in fact, she really loved it.
These dark little visits gave me an idea.
I’ve always had a curious mind. So sometimes, in order to make sense of the world around me and prove certain theories, I would make my little sister into my own personal test subject.
I had heard about a certain theory that had caught my interest. Supposedly, you dream of the things that you hear around you during your sleep. This was a fascinating concept. It would mean, that you could influence what others dream about. That was even more exciting than lucid dreaming. I decided to test if it worked.
So one night, after my younger siblings fell asleep, I sneaked into their room.
I decided that the best way to test my theory, was by whispering one word over and over again in my sister’s ear. The next day, I would ask her what she had dreamt about. It was a fail-safe plan.
Great thought went into what word I would use. I thought about using a boy’s name from her school, but this was too big a risk. She might not want to share that with me the next day. It should be a word that normally wouldn’t necessarily be in her dreams, but would be very recognizable.
I decided to go with ‘washing machine’.
My sister was lying in bed. She was already dozing off, when suddenly she heard someone hissing into her ear. She opened her eyes, bewildered.
At this point she realised that I, for some reason, was 1. awfully close to her and 2. repeatedly whispering ‘washing machine’ (with a hypnotic rhythm and tone for effect) into her ear.
While still in the middle of my experiment, my sister had clearly awakened. This wasn’t really part of the plan, but as she was awake now anyways, I eagerly asked her what she dreamt about, just now. I was desperate to know if my experiment had worked.
Anything in particular, like… perhaps… a washing machine?
I WASN’T SLEEPING. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Disappointed with this new piece of information, I decided to confide in her. I told her of my fantastic experiment. She didn’t seem quite as enthusiastic. Clearly, she just wasn’t the kind of person who would recognise the value and beauty of a good science experiment when it is right in front of her.
Oh well. I figured I just needed to try again another time.
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Haha, I love this post! It’s definitely one of my favourites. Everrr. So much fun to read this from your point of view. I’m so going to save this and treasure it. You can illustrate a book: ‘OHANA adventures, crazy monkeys’. Going to be fun… Can’t wait for the rest of the series. ;)
Haha, I’m definitely considering drawing more ;)
Family stories are the best. This is so sweet and silly!
I loved reading this! You should make a children’s book out of this :D
:D Thanks! I have a lot more stories left, so who knows
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My post might be lengthy, but Pls read because I need advice. I've been living in Lagos for 5yrs now, even before the death of my father (R.I.P). I lost my dad 4yrs ago. I'm the eldest and I have two younger ones. I'm a contractor. My mom and my siblings are based in ekpoma edo state. I call them regularly, I advice them, I send them money for up-keep, I visit home once in a while. I play both role of a father and elder bro to my siblings. I don't want them feel the absence of my father. My construction team got a contract at Auchi, it was an opportunity for me to visit home often. My younger sister is a 300L student in AAU. She is 22yrs old, she don't read, she's always on social media (tik tok & Co.) Nobody can touch her phone, if my lil bro wants to browse something important or play game with her phone, she will just be screaming at him as if Ogun is about to strike her... Don't touch my phone o, drop it down. Even the phone (iPhone 7) I was the one who gave it to her when I bought my current phone (Samsung). I promised my lil bro he shouldn't worry, as soon as I get paid for the job I'm currently working on, I will get him a phone before I travel back to Lagos. Okay, Yesterday I only said, now that ASUU is on strike, find something to do, get busy, learn a skill, even if it's fashion designing, make-up or catering. She was just giving me flamzy excuses, and the annoying part is she will be raising her voice while talking to me. I almost used a belt to flog her if not for my mom that held me. My father's house is a bungalow, and we have a tanent, Anytime I receive the house rent (200k yearly) I send everything to my mother. My mom would be like I should hold some for myself but I said NO, they need it more. AAU school fees is now x4 compared to what I paid back then when I was there. Yet I'm the one providing 80% of her school fees while my mom 20%. My Lil bro who's just 18 yrs old is more hardworking than her, he goes to my mom's shop to help her out, he's learning how to cut hair and he plays instruments very good (piano & bass guitar). He plays for a church that pays him 5k per week (he plays weds & sun for the church). I pray uniben grant him admission this year. My father was a nice man, he disciplined us and his death won't change that. I want him to be proud of me wherever he is now. Nairaland family, I need your advice. My sister depend so much on the money I give her. I don't want her to be a leech.
I see a slay queen in your family. It seems she was pampered for being the only daughter. She is the type that will use her pocket money to feed her boyfriend on campus. The worst part is if you reduce the money you give her for upkeep, she will use insufficient fund as an excuse to flirt. Meanwhile, she is already flirting, probably with old men. My suspicion is based on her not being afraid of you, her refusing to acquire skills for financial independence, her social media addiction and how she guards her phone as if the phone is CBN database. Maybe her nudes and porns she exchanges with her bf are on the phone. If you keep giving her enough money, people will say you used money to spoil her. But since every option has supporters and haters, you have to try different methods. After all, each option will attract both praise and criticism. Try a different method because repetition of the same method cannot produce varied results. The new method I suggest is reducing her upkeep money. If you keep on giving her everything, she is the type that will take in for a poor boy hoping that you will feed her, the boy and the baby she will deliver.
Okay I hope if she starts gobbling dick you won't complain or get bitter with her. Because obviously, someone like your sister who hate working to get some income for herself, will immediately settled for dick gobbling to get money.
Sit her down, talk to her in a polite way. Tell her, she would regret her decision in life, if she choose to have this entitlement mentality. Entitlement mentality is the downfall of a woman because it consist of slavery and poverty mindset and men are ready to take advantage thereby treating her like a piece of trash. When she graduates and she obeys the clarion call (NYSC), they would also tell her to learn a skill, Infact SAED (Skills Acquisition & Entreprenuership Department) is a major program that would take more of her time in NYSC camp. Labour market is highly competitive, most people with two jobs are still looking for a skill to acquire in order to make ends meet. I have a job and I also do business to earn a living. No man can rubbish me because of his money. I hope your sister would listen to my advice. You also need to reduce the money you give to her. I commend you for your good work... More Grace to you Sir.
My brother, she's already a leech. When a girl starts raising her voice at you just know that she has already started collecting dicks outside, Na why she dey get morale shout for u. Seize her phone and watch her senses come back to her.
she blong to the senseless gender, so wetin you expect..
check out she dey send nudes giv boys, Na why she dey keep phone
Brighton1 : My post might be lengthy, but Pls read because I need advice. I've been living in Lagos for 5yrs now, even before the death of my father (R.I.P). I lost my dad 4yrs ago. I'm the eldest and I have two younger ones. I'm a contractor. My mom and my siblings are based in ekpoma edo state. I call them regularly, I advice them, I send them money for up-keep, I visit home once in a while. I play both role of a father and elder bro to my siblings. I don't want them feel the absence of my father. My construction team got a contract at Auchi, it was an opportunity for me to visit home often. My younger sister is a 300L student in AAU. She is 22yrs old, she don't read, she's always on social media (tik tok & Co.) Nobody can touch her phone, if my lil bro wants to browse something important or play game with her phone, she will just be screaming at him as if Ogun is about to strike her... Don't touch my phone o, drop it down. Even the phone (iPhone 7) I was the one who gave it to her when I bought my current phone (Samsung). I promised my lil bro he shouldn't worry, as soon as I get paid for the job I'm currently working on, I will get him a phone before I travel back to Lagos. Okay, Yesterday I only said, now that ASUU is on strike, find something to do, get busy, learn a skill, even if it's fashion designing, make-up or catering. She was just giving me flamzy excuses, and the annoying part is she will be raising her voice while talking to me. I almost used a belt to flog her if not for my mom that held me. My father's house is a bungalow, and we have a tanent, Anytime I receive the house rent (200k yearly) I send everything to my mother. My mom would be like I should hold some for myself but I said NO, they need it more. AAU school fees is now x4 compared to what I paid back then when I was there. Yet I'm the one providing 80% of her school fees while my mom 20%. My Lil bro who's just 18 yrs old is more hardworking than her, he goes to my mom's shop to help her out, he's learning how to cut hair and he plays instruments very good (piano & bass guitar). He's playing for a church that pays him 5k per week (he plays weds & sun for the church). I pray uniben grant him admission this year. My father was a nice man, he disciplined us and his death won't change that. I want him to be proud of me wherever he is now. Nairaland family, I need your advice. My sister depend so much on the money I give her. I don't want her to be a leech. wow. big tittys is noce bro....is she lightskin sir?
a few mind resetting slaps and getting rid of her deluded phone will solve the problem ASAP!
MadamVanessa : Okay I hope if she starts gobbling dick you won't complain or get bitter with her. Because obviously, someone like your sister who hate working to get some income for herself, will immediately settled for dick gobbling to get money. Just for male validation, you write the most stupid things...
Raspberries : Just for male validation, you write the most stupid things... Try get sense. That girl made lots of sense! You're always pained whenever your fellow gender doesn't support your stupid feminist thinking.
GoodHardDick : Try get sense. That girl made lots of sense! You're always pained whenever your fellow gender doesn't support your stupid feminist thinking. She could have made sense without the obscene writeup... But I don't expect you to get it...
Raspberries : She could have made sense without the obscene writeup... But I don't expect you to get it... Again try get sense. That girl made lots of sense beyond your comprehension.
OP, your sister is the type that will run away from home to go and live with a guy and starts collecting dick because of money. Nigeria girls are so full of entitlement mentality.. Na why dem dey always use dem for rituals
GoodHardDick : Again try get sense. That girl made lots of sense beyond your comprehension. When you want to advise your sisters, use the phrase, "gobbling dick"... This is the Op's relative... I know being crude makes sense to you, but you can offer an advice without using obscene words... When you do that, you just sound stupid... But you lack morals...
Johndagr8t : she blong to the senseless gender, so wetin you expect.. check out she dey send nudes giv boys, Na why she dey keep phone The refugee from Niger...
Seize that phone and find out what she’s hiding that she’s willing to tear you apart for just touching it! In such a situo, what would your father have done? You mum is looking up to you to play the eldest role, add discipline to it and ensure that your brother and mum are on your side. Unless the longer road of talking heartfelt to her is what you prefer. If you find the contents of that phone and its not enough leverage to make her cower, then just go prayer City!!

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