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John's First Kiss
Quietly shutting the door behind him, John listened for a few minutes for any tell-tale sounds of his nosy younger brothers. Hearing none, he locked the door and hurried towards the stairs that would take him to his bedroom.
"So, little brother, how was your date with Marissa Ann?" Stepping out of the shadows of the family room, Scott stared at his next youngest brother. Even with the fading light from the late afternoon sun, he could see the blush creeping up John's neck and face.
Squeaking in surprise, John cleared his throat, "Um, it was nice, Scott. We had ice cream sodas and then walked to the park where we sat on the swings and talked." Turning on his heel, he took a few steps before he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"What's the rush, John?" Keeping his face trained in a serious expression, Scott felt John squirm under his hand. "Me thinks my little brother has been up to something."
"Um, no rush, Scotty, I just have an assignment to finish up," he stammered, nervously. The blush deepened and Scott fought not to laugh.
"You have an assignment due?" John blinked, rapidly, at Scott's question.
"What?"
"You. Have. An. Assignment. Due?" Scott spoke slowly, carefully enunciating each word.
"Um, yeah, it's a big part of my grade. I'll see you at dinner, Scotty." Breathing a sigh of relief, John started for the stairs again. Only to halt when Scott spoke up once again.
"Johnny, we just got out of school last week for summer break. There are no assignments due for any classes for any of us until August." That unwavering gaze focused on John's back, causing him to shift from foot to foot. "So, how about you fess up and tell big brother what you've been up to? Or I can just get Grandma and tell her that I believe you're hiding something."
Facing his brother, John glared at him. "That's dirty, Scotty. Bringing the Grandma threat into this."
"All's fair in making you brats talk when it's obvious that you're telling your dear big brother stories." An ornery grin lit up Scott's face while he waited for John to talk to him.
Grumbling, irritably, John stomped up the stairs. "Fine but we talk in my bedroom." Scott bounded up the stairs behind him. Once in his brother's room, John snapped, "Shut the door so that the Terrible Two don't hear this." Scott closed the door and leaned against it.
"Spill it, Johnny." John glared at him for a moment before telling his story.
"Marissa Ann asked me to join her for a soda…"
Laughing hysterically, Scott slid to the floor. "Oh, Johnny, you have so much to learn about girls and making out."
"How was I to know that she was experienced and enjoyed shoving her tongue in other people's mouths?" Embarrassed, the thirteen-year-old drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.
"She's my age, bro, and you have to have heard the rumors about her." Taking a deep breath, the older Tracy brother, struggled to stop laughing.
"If she's your age why is she in the same grade as me?" he asked, naively. "Anyway, I haven't heard any rumors and even if I did, Grandma always tells us not to judge others or listen to gossip." Biting on his lower lip, he glanced at his brother. "You don't think I hurt her do you?"
"Well, little brother, I doubt she'll try French kissing you ever again," he chuckled.
Intrigued, John sat up, "That kind of kiss has a name? And why don't you think she'll ever try it again with me?"
Eyebrows raised, Scott grinned, "What do you think?"
"Oh, yeah." Eyes downcast, he frowned. "I didn't mean to bite her tongue but she surprised me."
Scooting over to his brother, Scott drew him in a brotherly hug. "Don't worry about it, Johnny. You won't make the same mistake again. And you will get better with the girls as you get older."