Matt Learns a Lesson

You never know where things will lead in life. That sounds all grown-up and I’m only sixteen but that is sixteen years of life, too.

So here are the facts: My name in Madigan (Maddie, to just about everybody), five foot, three and a half inches tall, “dirty” blond, brown eyes, considered “cute” by most and “hot” by my boyfriend, I weigh-in at one hundred and seven pounds, my boyfriend’s name is Jordan and we’ve been together for seven months now, my Mom is Rebecca (Becca, to friends) and she is an account broker for a financial company, my brother is stupid (Ha, ha, no, really his name is Matthew or Matt to all) and he’s just turned thirteen, Dad is gone and that’s about it.

Oh, for you guy’s out there, yes, Jordan and I are “doing it” and for any moms reading this, yes, I’m on the pill. My mom is one of those that thinks that its better to have little daughter on the pill than it is to become a young grandmother by surprise. Oh, also for you guys, I’m a 36 C cup; more than a mouthful. Happy now? OK, they also stand straight out, no droop, and have reddish-brown nipples (very sensitive to licking and sucking) and they get very hard very quickly. You guys happy now?

You’ll probably also want to know that I shave down there and have a very pretty little “kitty-box.” I think so and so does Jordan. You would too. (If I let you see it.)

Well, what I want to tell you is about my stupid brother. To be honest, he was a great pain the butt when younger but recently he’s becoming a little more tolerable. Especially after the incident I’m about to tell you.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and I’d been home from school for about a half hour. I’d changed into comfy clothes (after running to take a pee, its the second thing I do when I get home) and had come downstairs. I was passing by the dining room, when I noticed Matt sitting in front of the computer (yeah, Mom has it in the dining room, don’t ask me why) and his arm is moving in a way highly suggestive of jacking-off.

Now, I’ve never seen a guy masturbate before (Jordan and I have better things to do, like each other) but there wasn’t much doubt. I quietly walked up behind him (yes, he was engrossed) and looked at the monitor.

Humoungus boobs bouncing up and down on this bleached blond as she’s attempting to do a strip tease. Oh, spare me, I thought.

“What are you watching, you idiot?”

“Holy crap, Maddie.” He lurched and tried to tuck himself back into his pants. “Goddam, Maddie, you scared the shit out of me. Get the fuck out and leave me alone!”

“Not until I see what you’re watching.” I leaned over to see and said, “Why don’t you watch real girls instead of this inflated-boob bimbo? Real women have beautiful breasts even when they’re small or a bit saggy, better that those fake watermelons. Geez.”

“Well, do you have any suggestions?”

“Yeah, type this in: www-dot-ratemyrack-dot-com.”

“Rack? What’s that?”

“Boobs, dummy, tits, knockers, hooters, jugs, melons, get it?” The website came up on the screen.

“OK, there’s some real ones for you. Nice, huh? Look at her. Really nice. Small but nice puffy nipples. Or her, big boobs and big nips, little sag but nice.