As I entered into my room after school, I took out my laptop and asked my E-dictionary for the meaning of virgin.

The results came out as, "One who has never experienced sexual intercourse or any sex-related activity at all."

This just reminded me some more of how worthless I was, "What do they mean by never?!...never say never you rotten dick for a dictionary!" I ranted and threw my laptop furiously on my bed.

I began taking off my clothes and murmuring to myself, "Even Paisley and Fabiola have had a few boyfriends in the past...so they've probably had sex."

Suddenly, I stopped all my muttering.

I took notice of my reflection in the mirror, I was now just on my lacey bra and panties.

I turned from side to side, observing every inch of me, "Oh my God...I'm not sexy," I whispered under my breath, "I'm not as curvy as Stella is...and where the fuck is my beauty?" I complained, with my eyes already filled with tears.

I looked away from the mirror, ashamed and disgusted of myself.

No wonder I've never been laid before, Stella was right, I'm hideous, both in my body and in my clothes.

I couldn't help but feel my breasts as I walked to my closet for some new clothes.

Damn! Were they small!

I immediately let them go because I felt like if I had continued holding on to them, I could have thrown myself out my open window due to the embarrassment and shame I felt inside.

I threw on some new clothes while still trying to fight back my tears.

I felt like a total loser.

These sort of things never mattered to me before, not until Stella came in and ruined that for me, Stella and Bryson, "God! I hate them!... I hate them both so much!" I exclaimed furiously and hastily stormed out of my room.

This day couldn't get any worse for me.

Stupid Bryson! Stupid Stella!! STUPID SEX!!!

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"Sweetheart, come sit right next to me," my mom said to me as I entered the dining for dinner. She was smiling at me like I was anything worth smiling at, "Your father is working late and Stella's on a strict diet, so...they won't be joining us."

"Ok," I replied plainly and settled down.

We're having spaghetti and meatballs, not one of my best things to eat but it was just gonna hat to do, "So...where are our forks?" I asked my mom, upon noticing our forkless plates.

"No need to ask, Elisa-Marie!...I got em!" I heard Bryson yell as he walked in with three forks in his hand, "Here you go mom," he handed one over to her.

"Aww, thanks honey."

"You're welcome mom...sis!" He called out and threw mine at me.

"Bryson!"

"Bryson! Behave!... And apologize to your sister!" Mom scolded.

I couldn't help but smile at him after getting mom's full support on my side.

"Sorry...dweeb."

"Bryson! That's no way to apologise!" Mom exclaimed again and shot him a warning look.

He stares at me with an 'I'm onto you' sort of expression on his face, "Fine...I'm sorry."

"Very good, Now sit down." She said.

As he did so, I picked up my fork to begin eating but stopped suddenly upon noticing something on it. It was a sort of writing, like someone carved something on the top back.

I also noticed that I had never come across this fork before in the house.

I took my interest away from wondering and brought the fork closer so I could get a better view of the writing.

I noticed Bryson struggling to hold in laughter as I did so, but I couldn't just make out why. Well, not until I read it.

The fork had the word 'Virgin' written on it.

God! Was I furious!

How could he be so horrible as to torture me because of this?!

He continued to eat with a satisfactory smirk on his lips.

Oh! Did I wish to wipe it off instantly! "Umm...mom," I finally brought myself to say.

But then the next thing I knew, I heard him say under his breath, "Tattletale...as always."

What?! How dare he call me that when I was just about to get him back, he knew that name got me every time I tried to tell on him, because that wasn't what I was, I was not a tattletale. Although I try not to be one.

"Yes dear...anything?" Mom asked me.

I saw Bryson's smile widen, cause he knew that calling me that stupid word silenced me every time, "Umm...nothing...I just realized that I'm not in the mood for spaghetti tonight," I dropped my fork and got up.

"Aww, but sweetie...you might get hungry overnight! Here, why don't you at least take an apple," she gestured her hand towards the bowl of fruits in the middle of the table.

"Sure, thanks mom," I took an apple off the pile, and with one last glare at my 'good-for-nothing' brother, I left the dining and headed for the stirs.

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So, is it wrong to hate your brother? Cause I'm pretty sure that I really hate mine right now.

I tried to take my mind off the dinner stunt he just pulled, but it felt exclusively hard this evening. Maybe it was just due to the fact that I was still a walking virgin.

"Shitty virginity," I cursed under my breath. And wow! Did that shockingly rhyme?

Many crazy ideas began running through my mind due to my unending frustration, but none of them involved getting disvirgined by an actual human.

"What the fuck?!" I snapped myself out of all the useless thoughts.

I know I'm beginning to get a little desperate, but it hasn't come to that, Elisa-Marie...well...not yet it hasn't I thought. "You know what?! Fuck that! Who cares anyway?! As long as it gets the job done!" I finally concluded and attempted to head for my room to carry out my insane desperate idea.

Until I heard something. It was loud music, and it was coming from Stella's room which was just opposite mine.

I abandoned my tracks and headed towards Stella's door.

Suspecting I would regret it immensely, I still knocked.

It took a moment before she opened up and firstly, rose a brow at me, "Wow, little Elimar came to pay her sweet, fabulous cousin a visit," she said with a satisfactory look, which I tried to wipe off.

"Don't get your hopeless hopes up Stella, I just came to tell you to turn your volume down a bit, you're disturbing everyone's peace," I tried to sound as harsh as possible, just so her stupid expression faded away.

"Whatever," she replied plainly. If she picked any offence in my words, she sure did a great job at hiding it, which didn't quite give me the satisfaction I wanted.

She was in the process of shutting her door in my face, but then the next thing I knew, I was holding the door from closing up.

"Oh my God! Elimar! You're so annoying! Let go!" She struggled but I  kept pushing on strong.

"Ok Stella! I admit! That's not why I came here!"

"Then why did you come?!" She exclaimed still pushing and struggling.

"Stella!... I need your help!" I blurted out the words unknowingly.

She must have been as shocked at my words as I was because she stopped the struggle instantly. But then this stupid smile began formulating on her lips, which really made me want to bite my tongue and take back my desperate, unplanned words.

"Ok, come in...but only cause you begged."

I could feel my jaw clench as I walked in, "Begged my ass," I whispered under my breath, but luckily for me, she didn't hear a thing.

She shut the door and swiftly spun around to face me with crossed arms, "Ok, let's hear it...what do you need my splendid help with?" She asked, clearly interested.

I flopped down hopelessly on her bed and began spilling the beans, "I-I want to get...disvirgined," I stuttered with loads of hesitation before continuing, "Listen, you offered to help me last time...and I didn't show any interest back then...but now I am...so help me."

Her face lightened up as I spoke, and then, she suddenly ran to her drawer and began looking through it, "And why now Elisa-Marie?" She asked while searching.

"I don't know, I guess it's just now I'm realizing how right you and Bryson were...no one does virgins anymore...so neither should I."

"Awesome, I'm glad that we're now on the same page," she pulled out a book, pushed the drawer shut and ran o take a seat next to me on her bed.

"Uhh...what is that?" I asked in confusion.

"Your solution, now shut up!" She snapped before opening up the book. As she flipped through the pages of the huge hard-covered notebook, all I saw as headings for the things written inside were, 'My guide to this, my guide to that.'
"Voilà! Here it is!"

I peeped into the page she was on, "What is this?"

"The guide I used for when I first had sex."

"Oh my God! You used a guide for your first time?!"

"Don't you dare act so surprised! And plus, it's not that bad cause I came up with the five-star strategy myself!... And it worked like a charm for me, so it will for you too!"

"Oh my God," I reduced my tone, "Stella... I-I just don't know what to say," I tried my best to process everything that she had just told me in my head, but it still sounded completely insane.

"Look Elimar, if you feel like you're having second thoughts about this..."

What?! No I wasn't! I came here cause I was desperate! Remember Stella?! "Nope! No way! No second thoughts! Bring it on!... What's guide number one?! Or letter A?! Or however we're gonna do this thing?!" I asked without another thought.

She chuckled, and I was pretty sure it was at my unexpected eagerness, "Ok Elimar, welcome to 'Stella's guide to first sex'...let's begin this journey," she sat up and cleared her throat.
"Step one...chose your guy...carefully!"

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