My cycle not only stopped me from wanting to have sex, as a result of insecurities, but it seemed to also want to stop Jordan. Jamie and I had spent nearly two weeks cuddling in the morning without our brother interrupting us. Of course my period didn’t last that long but I wasn’t about to tell him. I was really enjoying the time with my sister and I figured that as long as he wasn’t asking for anything then I wouldn’t either. I suppose he knew that a woman’s period didn’t last so long but I also had a feeling that he was getting fed up with our punishment we kept dishing out.
Thats not to say that we didn’t have any sort of interaction with our brother. He had been spending every day since we took him to breakfast trying to find the ways that we would feel loved, even though we had basically already told him. I really loved the compliments that he was freely giving and Jamie was quickly warming up to cuddling with him more. I’m sure he was as horny as could be but instead of waving his cock around he was being much more seductive.
The evening after Jamie and I had dressed our brother in girl’s clothes and got him to go out and flirt with boys turned out rather normal; other than the fact that he sat down slowly whenever the chance presented itself. After our parents got home that evening he pretended as if nothing had happened earlier in the day, like normal. I would say things turned out for the best that evening, at least most things.
It wasn’t until the next morning that I knew we were completely in the clear. I woke next to Jamie has I had been doing for the last while, the only thing was that I was awake well before she was. Most women know the feeling, the sudden urge to get their twats over the toilet. I was happy and somewhat distraught at the same time, my period had started. I was ecstatic that Jordan didn’t get me pregnant. On the other hand I was still insecure about myself when I was on my period and I was upset because I knew I didn’t want Jessie down there. I shoved a tampon up my bloody cunt and returned to bed.
I know it may be weird to get a letter from me only days before you get married but I have a few things that I needed to get off my chest. I would love to have the courage to say some of these things to your face but I do not, I admit that I am a coward. There are better ways to discuss things like this and I have tried for years, believe me when I say that. I’ve just never felt secure enough in my own skin and with our relationship to confide in you. I’m sorry for doing it this way.
Some of what I am going to write will be of a rather personal nature and I do hope that you keep this letter for yourself. I hope that only your eyes will read through these words. However, I also know that I am giving this letter as a sort of gift and it will be yours to do with as you may. I just hope that if you choose to share it with Olivia that you do so tactfully. If I were her I would hate me after reading this letter. I really like her and I’m glad you are going to marry her so I would not like it if she hates me for the rest of my life.