Chapter 1: Source

It all began from the very beginning in Amsterdam, Netherlands. My sister Mia, was born at 10:09 pm on May 1, 1988. I came not long after, at 10:30 pm. My younger sister, Rika, was born at 11:15 pm. Yes. We were triplets, and still are to this day. We were born to a very typical, everyday, middle class family. Our mother, Lisa, worked at a grocery store as a cashier after she graduated high school, and until she couldn't stand on her feet because of her pregnancy 7 years later. Our father, Alex, worked as an electrician for his uncle. Like I said, very middle class. Our home, was a two bedroom apartment, on the 9th floor of a rugged looking red brick building, that stood on the banks of the little bay that went out onto the North Sea. It was really old, probably older than my grandparents, but that's not important.

Our apartment layout was simple. A short hallway when you enter the front door. Two feet on the right was a small coat closet. Two more feet in, on the left was the kitchen. It was small, but bright and always had the smell of good food emanating from it. Four more feet down the hall on the right was our den sized living room consisting a faded red love seat against the wall, a rocking chair a a faded blue Lazy Boy. An old television with cable, stood not three feet across from the love seat. The walls, had floral wallpaper that our mother pasted on right after their marriage. Further down on the right was a small bathroom we all shared. On the left were the two bedrooms. Our parents had the smaller bedroom that contained a queen sized bed, dresser and a desk. Our bedroom was bigger, because we had a twin sized bed, a bunk bed, dresser, and three desks crammed in. Mia used the separate bed, because since birth, she was uncontrollable and independent. I had the top bunk and Rika had the bottom.

Because Mia was so independent, she had her own friends and didn't hang out with us. I always spent time with Rika. Every once in a while, Mia would come and play with us, but it wasn't for long. Rika was a calm girl. She had blonde hair while Mia had brown like me. Mia and I inherited our father's hair color genes while Rika our mother's. I don't know if it was because we were always together. Almost joined at the hip, that I fell in love with Rika, but I did. I first told Rika I loved her when we were 4. I remember that day, like it was yesterday. We were sitting on the grass in the park, while my parents were lounging on park bench, and Mia running around after squirrels. The grass was filled with mini yellow daisies. I made wreath for her head and placed it gently on her. She ran over to our parents.
"Mommy, Daddy! Look! Look what Felix gave me!" she called out excitedly.
"It's very beautiful. You look like a spring fairy." our mother said smiling. I didn't like that. Spring Fairy? No. She was a princess bride. And that's what I said. I ran up to them and expressed my thoughts.
"No! She's not a fairy. She's a princess bride. One day, I will marry Rika." My parents laughed.

On our sixth birthday, I helped Rika learn to ride her tricycle. Mia and I learned quickly, while Rika kept falling off. Our seventh birthday, I got Rita to ride the big and fast roller coaster. I think she partially agreed, because Mia was calling her a chicken. Ha. Silly girl. She felt sick for a week after that. On our 8th birthday, well, it was a disaster. She accidentally tripped me and fell, face first into the cake. Mia thought it was hilarious and I threw a piece at her, she threw one back. Rita got mad and threw one at her. The result? A cake fight. Though we all got in trouble, we agreed it was fun. On our ninth birthday, our parents saved enough money to Disney World in Orlando, Florida, USA. That's when things started to change rapidly. Though I didn't forget easily what I said to Rika when I was 5, I wasn't so, obvious and tense about it. But one day it changed. It was our last day, of our 7 day stay in Disney World. It was lunch time and we all decided to meet at the hotel. In the sudden wave of commotion of the crowd, Rika's hand suddenly slipped from mine and for a moment I lost her. When I found her, she was half trampled on the ground. Her knees were bruised, her blond braids a mess, and her whole body quivering in pain. She was clutching her stomach and moaning.
"Rika what's wrong!?" I rushed to her side.
"My stomach hurts." she moaned softly.
"It's probably because you're hungry."
"No," she shook her head violently. "It doesn't hurt like this when I'm hungry." I lowered my eyes and accidentally noticed, that her skirt was pushed up, showing off her white panties.
"Rika! You're showing panties!" I grabbed her skirt and pushed it down, but not before I noticed something red flash by. I lifted up her skirt. There was blood.
"Rika you're hurt!" she glanced down and started to cry in panic. "We have to hurry." Quickly, I lifted her on my back, and piggy backed her back to the hotel. The response I got from our mother was really unexpected.
"Congratulations Rika!" both our faces had shock written on it. Congratulations? Rika was bleeding, and she was congratulating her.
"What do you mean mom?" she asked bewildered.
"You are now on your way to becoming a real woman. In a couple years you could get married." A real woman? That thought made my knees buckle. Don't get me wrong. I'm a weak guy, but for a nine year old to hear that about your sister, the one you're in love with is really something. But wait...married? That meant Rika would belong to someone else. Someone, who wasn't me. This angered me, and scowled for the rest of the day at everyone and everything. Rika was quiet the whole. Probably, getting used to the fact that her body was changing.

After that incident, I was becoming more aware of her. More aware of how she changed. Her skin looked beautiful rose petal colored. It looked silky, smooth and soft, and I wanted to touch it so bad. I noticed how her figure changed when she developed sexy curves. Her growing breasts, her long blonde wavy hair, that looked silky and smelled like coconuts. Her piercing emerald green eyes. Her scent. This lasted for the next 6 years. It was almost like and obsession and I was beginning to get scared, I wouldn't be able to control myself any longer. So I decided to do something about it. I started to ignore her more. I was harsher to her and it killed me, when I saw the sadness in her beautiful eyes. I started hanging out with my best friend Casper and my sister and his girlfriend Mia. Mia had also went through that, but she didn't like to show it. She hid her womanly charms with her tom boyish clothes and cropped brown hair. The only thing that stood out, were her crystal blue eyes that always shone with excitement. I was amazed that she could even get a boyfriend. Though I could see, Rika was saddened by our sudden separation, she enjoyed being in the company of her best friend Iris.