Brother and Sister_(0)

My name is Michelle. I was the usual teenage brunette. As you have probably heard, some girls do not have quiet so high of a sex drive, but others have extremely high sex drives. I was one of those girls who was constantly horny; trying to find new ways to satisfy my needs.

I grew up in a family of three: My mother, my brother, and me. I am two years older than my brother is. Growing up, he was the usual pain in the ass. The main thing he did to me was pull pranks on me. For example, one day I found a pair of panties in my drawer with a tick spot of lotion in the middle. At first, it freaked me out until I knew it was fake.

Despite the imitation of semen, it still pissed me off that he would even think of a thing such as that. I told my mother numerous times, but the only thing she did to ever stop him was to say to him, “Don’t do that to your sister anymore, Jake.”

The fact that my mother never really did anything made me angrier because I knew I would have to take matters into my own hands. I tried to prank him back , but I was just not as proficient as he was.

Regardless of our constant fighting, he was my brother. Somewhere, although I am not exactly sure, in my heart I love him. We knew each other masturbated, we just had never actually seen each other in the act before.

One Saturday in November, we were home without anything to do. Our mother was out patrolling the streets as a cop. When I woke up, I went to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. I saw my brother in the living room watching some kind of cartoon.

I was 16 at the time, and my brother was 14. He was a freshman in high school, while I was a junior. Even though he was annoying and sometimes I could not stand him, I could tell that he was going through puberty; growing up.

I was 16 and in the latter years of my development. Ever since he began puberty, he has been drooling over me. He never realized how obvious it was. Every time I looked at him, he would quickly look away. I knew when he was staring at me.

I poured a bowl of cereal and went into the living room with Jake. I sat in the couch adjacent to the chair he was sitting in. We sat in the room for a while, not saying anything. Then, he went to his room and continued watching TV from there.

While I was putting my bowl in the dishwasher, Jake came down the hall and into the kitchen with his phone in his right hand.

“Is it alright if I go down the street to Rodger’s house?” asked Jake.