Christopher WunderLee - Moore's Mythopoeia

Margaret not only matched wits with Graham, but was also the first woman to be actively recruited for male sports teams. She was six foot two, she had a muscular, swimmer’s build and could out-play many of the best boys at school. But, Margaret was no tomboy; she showed great promise as a homemaker, was president of Women’s Domestic Club and spoke at school assemblies about chastity, marriage, and the home. She was class president in secondary school, dated one boy for the entire six years, never did more than kiss his cheek, mentored twelve younger girls, formed music appreciation clubs, and ran the school’s newspaper almost single-handedly.

Margaret did all the right things. She went to college at a prestigious girl’s university close to her home so she could continue to help her mother with her domestic chores and left without a degree when she’d met the man of her dreams, Auto van Integra, a prince from the Carpathian Mountain region who attended a college nearby. Within a year of the marriage, Margaret provided her mother and father with their first grandchild. He was followed by two more, each spaced perfectly one year apart.

The last Greene was not Graham’s sister, but an altruistic endeavor that had become an integrated sibling due to the will of the patriarch of the family, who had unknowingly impregnated a graduate student on his zoological review team while he was apart from his dear wife. The young woman, who seemed to be one of the only iconoclasts of Greene legend, was a busy assistant who made herself useful to her mentor by pointing out whenever possible that she had an invitation for him whenever he chose to accept. When Graham’s father completed his expedition, after four years of disappearing for months at a time, he carried a two year-old child in tow and much to his wife’s dismay, informed the family that the dear little girl who cooed quietly in a rugged bassinette was there to stay, since the mother had chosen to remain at the expedition site and continue their work.

At first, of course, the father tried to lessen his relationship to the child, saying initially that he’d taken a liking to the little sprite as he worked side-by-side with the mother, but over time, and with more than a nominal understanding of the loins of her husband, it became apparent that the elder Greene had made a deposit in the womb of this woman (Zeusian in all of its clandestine aura) and could not refuse the withdrawal that had naturally followed. To her credit, Graham’s mother did not evil step-mother the new, bastard child of her husband’s infidelity, but treated the little girl like she was a welcome guest, although one would be reaching exceedingly far to say that she treated the youngster like one of her own. Still, Graham’s father made no mention of the cot squeaking nights that had produced the child and although it was well known amongst family members that he had bred outside his class, no one dared to mention it. Elisa, as Graham’s father named her, slowly became a staple of the household, an otherworldly possession given unto the children by the wilds of the African continent. However, it did take some time before they began to consider her their sister, and even after they were taken to introducing her as such, there were always reminders that she truly wasn’t.

Elisa, if it could be possible, was slightly more attractive than her older sister, although you had to be an experienced appraiser to tell. It wasn’t so much the aesthetic qualities of their features in comparison that made Elisa more captivating, it was the way she utilized these features in everyday life. She had a way of looking at people, no matter who they were, that made them honest. It wasn’t fear; it was as though they wanted approval. Elisa moved and when she came to a stop, no matter what she was doing, she looked like a portrait in oils beautifully depicted by a master. She could bend over to pick up a pen that had fallen to the floor and for an instant, she was the Virgin Mary receiving the annunciation. She could reach for a book on a high shelf and she was Persephone reaching up to pluck a terrestrial flower. Margaret was a gem, Elisa was a jewel placed in the perfect setting.

This comparison of the two sisters truly reached fruition when the two began an apparent estrus period, most evident in the younger of the two, who from that day forth stimulated males inadvertently, through a particularly strong tumescent manner. It began when she reached the developmental stage of menarche (but would cause general dismay, an almost feverish mania amongst puberty seeking males when she achieved nubility at fifteen years of age, the most observed case was that of little Johnny Ficklestein who became so obsessed with the young Greene girl’s body, that he helplessly fell from a nearby tree while spying on her as she slept).

No one observed it more than a pubescent Graham Greene. Elisa was taken to continuing her little girl ways even as she began to show signs of womanhood. This mixture of adolescence and anatomical adjustment became evident for Graham as he first began his secondary education. It can be said that of anyone in the household, Graham was the most affected by his father’s present. He remembered, whilst the rest of the family allowed themselves to forget, that the young girl occupying two rooms down the hall was not his sister, but an unexplained charity case forced upon them by an unapologetic father who dotted over the youngster and demanded complete acceptance. Graham did not express this continued knowledge in words, but more aptly in his manner and thoughts (i.e. in a extreme Anokhinian way).

It was a particular Sunday morning and Graham was patrolling the house looking for something to do with himself when he heard Elisa humming from behind a half-closed bathroom door. At which point, Graham passed by and caught, framed in the mirror and absorbed in her own thoughts, a nude Elisa, who was cutting her own hair, of which, in her seemingly odd fashion for unique decisions, she was want to do (she also preferred not to wear the clothing her adopted mother purchased for her at department stores, but cut the fabric to specified proportions and fashioned her own attire). Graham, who inadvertently observed Elisa’s changes when she wore a child’s skirt four sizes too small a few months before and wandered the household with her underwear visible, watched his younger sibling perform the entire ritual of clipping her shoulder length hair from the safety of the shadowy hallway. Unbeknownst to the warbling young maid, who had always preferred drip drying and never considered the affect her puckering chest might have, she was performing a very special show for an audience who was becoming awakened to her body’s possibilities, for Graham, in all of his crafty wisdom, had positioned himself so that Elisa remained in full view for the entire operation. Once she was finished and having moved onto clipping toenails, Graham was able to witness much more of her and would have continued his enjoyment had it not been for the arrival of a particularly busy domestic assistant who had been placed in charge of managing the ever growing needs of the eccentric young girl. Graham was able to escape into an adjoining bedroom before he was caught salivating over his sibling’s naked mirror image.

However, from that day forth, Graham was aware of his half-sister, and took great care to witness more scenes. Elisa, remaining fixated upon the same subjects she had been for many years, volunteered opportunities by innocently continuing to behave like a child. When Graham walked in on her as she bathed, she did nothing to cover herself. When Graham asked to see a particularly large bruise she had acquired on her upper thigh, she readily lifted up her dress for him to inspect it. Elisa, even as she began to fill out her clothing, did not bother with bras, underpants, sizes, or styles, so she was often falling out of her dresses, exposing juvenile breasts as she hung upside down from trees, or revealing a pubertal snatch during gymnastics that Graham seemed to never grow tired of watching.