My Brother Part 1

My twin brother, Jake, and I both had been sheltered as we were growing up. After our parents died, we had been given to our aunt who believed that “the outside world spawned evil,” and she had made sure we had been outside as little as possible. She homeschooled us until high school, but then we had surpassed her minimal education and went to the local public school.

With a height of 5’6, mid-length reddish brown hair and freckles, I supposed I had a mousy sort of look. My only redeeming quality was my sparkling green eyes, which I was told were always lively and bright. I had a fit figure, but not an athletic build. While I made friends, I didn’t make nearly as many as Jake. He had the same green eyes as me, but that was where the resemblance stopped. He was nearly 6’5, had close to black colored hair and was athletic, which came with the only outside activity our aunt let him do- soccer. And being on the Varsity soccer team gained him friends and female attention.

After our placement in high school, our aunt decided to get a job to take up the time she would have spent teaching us. Her job as a food critic took her all over the world for weeks at a time, which she hated, but she loved the food. And Jake especially loved the fact that he could do whatever, and more importantly WHOEVER, he wanted when she was away.
I understood the fact that a teenage boy was sexually frazzled to say the least. However, my brother constantly had girls coming and going out of his room non-stop. And, to be frank, they were NOT quiet. But this was where having an iPhone came in. I could listen to my calming music while he plowed away on the latest slut that decided to come home with him. But after this issue was resolved, he decided to cause another one.

Like I stated before, we had been sheltered growing up. And while the noises emitted from his room could be easily ignored, it was a bit harder to ignore a shirtless, 6’5, 17 year old soccer player prancing about your house. I had never had a boyfriend, let alone seen a boy shirtless, so this was quite a predicament for me. And, for some reason unknown to me, I started to savor the images in my head. And not long after did I discover masturbating.
I stopped listening to my music when my brother was having sex. I studied the noises he made, the sounds of slapping flesh, anything I could get my hands, well ears, on. I probably knew more about his ‘sessions’ than he did. And while I heard them, it was hard not to touch myself.
I started with just rolling my clit with my fingers until I came, but that wasn’t satisfactory for long. I started using household items, the end of my hairbrush, a banana, a cucumber, until a found my aunt’s vibrators. And those got the job done, but although they still weren’t quite what I was looking for, I continued to use them.

Then on Saturday, three days before our aunt was due back, everything changed.

It started as a normal day. I awoke in my normal oversized T-Shirt, no pants because I hated sleeping in them, and I strolled down the stairs and into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal.