Little brother’s little girlfriend.

So, yeah, I’m 27, and this story is as much a confession to “get off my chest” as it is a fucking boast, it’s not like I can go around to my friends and brag about this little hot thing. No names will be used.
I guess I’m a perv, sure, I figured this out quickly. I was always sexual and aware of girls sexually quite early and as I grew older I couldn’t help notice that I am still attracted to the same kind of girls I was attracted to when I was In middle school and high school.

But, long story short: I’m 27 now and this happened very recently when the schools entered summer vacation. I have a brother (well, half-brother but it’s not important ) he’s 14, and though as a teenager he is jealous of the girls I bring home, I am secretly jealous of him for being 14 and legally ale to fuck the girls he brings home. For the last month of school he had this girlfriend who was by far the most beautiful and hottest thing I have ever seen: she is 13 slim, milky white skin, long strait black hair, huge blue eyes – seriously beautiful face, though still wearing braces, her legs are too long to be real with an incredible gap, especially when she chooses to wear anything tight and small, which is too often, and A cup breasts.
This happened at night my brother was at his middle school graduation partypromwhatever, I was coming back from a night out to our parents’ house (they were gone so I promised I’d stay at their house for the weekend) , quite drunk and sadly blue balled. I saw my brother’s little girlfriend sprawled on the kitchen floor, hair disheveled, eyes smeared in dark make up, wearing a little black dress , in the living room her high heel shoes were thrown, one by the TV on the coffee table.

So I ran up to the third floor where my brother’s room was – to get him take care of the mess. Enter his room, he is lying face down on the bed still in pants and shoes a disgusting puddle of vomit in the trash bin by his bedside. I tried waking him up, shaking him, yelling at him to go down and take care of his obviously drunk and passed out girlfriend – all I got in return were grunts and growls, a “fuck off”, a stream of vomit that missed the trash and then back to face down on the bed… no help here.

Went to my room, changed to boxers and a tee, and headed to the kitchen, this mess will be on me I figured.