She wanted to know all about the boys I'd met, but I didn't have anything to tell her. Sally had hooked up with this guy she'd met at a party, and the things she told me they did would have made me blush if I hadn't already seen my big brother screwing his girlfriend. It was only six months ago that I'd graduated and I was still eighteen, so there was no reason that I couldn't pass for a high school student.
Even so, I had an excuse about transferring into Elizabeth Cady Stanton High all ready just in case I was asked.
It certainly wasn't one of the public schools whose names we all grew up knowing.
I guess I had assumed that it was an elementary school, and I didn't quite appreciate the little tingly feeling pussy sent me when I realized that Evan would have high school girls in his classes. High school girls wearing tall socks, shiny Mary Jane shoes and pink and gray plaid ties with matching gray plaid skirts. And my brother, who had always wanted to fuck a girl wearing a plaid skirt, was their teacher. I never suspected for even a moment that Evan had designs on those girls.
While I watched the front doors the bell rang and a minute or two later the students started to come out, looking for their parents' cars or starting to walk home. I felt as if I'd been shoved back in time to when I'd discovered the plaid-skirted schoolgirls on Evan's computer. It probably wouldn't have mattered to him even if they had thrown themselves at him.
Alice learns that after school is the right time to play with her big brother... There was going to be a family dinner but I had all kinds of other plans too - checking in with a couple of my high school teachers, spending a little time with Sally who was going to be home visiting at the same time, visiting a couple of friends who were still in high school. But the first plan was to go and visit Evan at his new job. Evan's degree and high grades hadn't hurt him any, but his cushy teaching job was due mostly to Dad's string pulling.
Mom told me Evan's school was "over on 68th and Birch," but I'd never even heard of a school called Elizabeth Cady Stanton.
Evan spent his working day like a kid with his nose pressed against the window of the candy store, and he would never, ever have a nickel to spend there. The revelation suddenly swept over me, causing my whole body to feel flushed and my knees to go weak. We still had our old rooms -- Evan hadn't found an apartment to move into since he graduated, and Mom and Dad would keep my room for me until I graduated too.
The only person who was in any position to keep him out of trouble was me, and it was my duty to help my big brother. I excused myself a little early so I could go to bed. I had a hunch that an upper-crust school like Elizabeth Cady Stanton High would have a really up-to-date website, and I wasn't disappointed.
My legs went weak, and a delicious shiver emanated from between my legs, pussy perking up like a kitten who's heard the sound of a can of tuna being opened in the kitchen. He had way too much integrity to even consider sleeping with one of his students. He had gotten Evan the job, and Evan felt like he had to take it because it was such a prestigious private school, one that undoubtedly paid a lot more than he'd ever get in a public school.
He'd take his responsibilities as their guardian very seriously. But I also knew his secret, and it had to be a kind of torture for him to be so close to the girls of his fantasies and not be allowed to touch any of them. And now he was stuck smack dab between his desires and his need to make a living. I also felt a little trembly inside and a little wet between my legs.
After dinner we all hung out in the kitchen talking and eating Dad's homemade lemon ice cream with ginger, just like old times.
I couldn't help but wonder about how Evan managed it.
But the old lady at the uniform supply store down on Lincoln Street didn't say anything about it.