"I'm home!" yelled James, dumping his pack on the floor of their shiny black-marble kitchen. It had been a long and tiring day, and for his one and only 18th birthday, it hadn't been anything especially amazing. But tonight... tonight would be something amazing. For him, and Angela both. Hopefully. If this all went according to plan.<br/><br/>Oh, god.<br/><br/>Who was he kidding? She would never want... him. She was so much older, and so much more experienced, and she probably looked down on him like a brother anyway. A brother. He didn't want a sister, he already had one of those. He wanted... he wanted someone he could touch, feel, share a hug, a bed, his warmth with. And he didn't think, he didn't want it to be any of those stupid, chattering, frankly moronic girls at his high school. Obsessed with football jocks, and muscles, and nail paint, and all that immature, stupid, crap!<br/><br/>No, he wanted her. He wanted Angela. He wanted to be with the Maid.<br/><br/>As he stalked through the living room ("Hey, sis. No, I can't play right now. Yeah, thanks for the birthday wishes, I loved the present. Look, we'll talk later, okay?") he thought back on Angela, the girl who had entered his - their - life, so many years ago. His mum and dad were finding it more and more difficult to cope with him and his sister's various requirements, especially with their ridiculous travel schedules and inter-state visits, and so they had talked it over with the kids, and gone and hired a maid from the Agency that a few of their friends had recommended. When she had arrived, Angela had immediately struck James as - well, a girl. He hadn't been interested when he was 13.<br/><br/>Now, though... he sighed as he slumped into his chair in his spotless room, swinging his feet up on the chair and covering his head with his hands. James had never figured out when precisely he had started 'noticing' Angela more and more. He had been 15 by the time his parents had started trusting Angela enough to leave them alone with her without one or the other of them being around; he knew he hadn't been supremely interested in her then. But by the time he was 16 or so, she had...<br/><br/>Well, he had. It was perfectly normal, that was what school suggested. Puberty. Hair in weird places. Morning - well, it was a good thing he didn't sleep in the same room as his sister anymore, that was for sure. And while his mates had been joking about that Christina girl, I hear she puts out, ho-ho, his thoughts had been elsewhere. At home, on the girl who cooked, and cleaned, and did everything for the family, was<em>part </em>of the family - almost.<br/><br/>Sometimes he wondered what it was that attracted him to her. Her physique? Maybe. Or then, maybe it was just the fact that he had pretty much grown up with her, head nestled to shoulder maybe in exhausted slump after a tiring soccer match, or the smell of her hair lingering in the bathroom right after she had used it. And - and he was sure that she wanted him, too. He had seen her eyes flash at him, naughtily, hint of a smile around her lips as her room door swung shut; he was sure that the reason she liked to wash the floors on her hands and knees, scrubbing mightily, was for his benefit and his alone.<br/><br/>Well, it was his 18th tonight. And tonight he was going to be a man, and tell her what he really thought.<br/><br/>If he could get his sister out of the way, first...<br/><br/><br/><br/>(OOC: I named the maid, I hope you don't mind. Anyway, I'll be super-interested to see how Silk wants to play the sister! :3)