Oh Big Brother

Before all this, I barley even knew what incest was. But now, I don’t think I could live without it. My brother used to just be my big brother Nathan. But after that day, it was never the same. Before all this we were just like normal siblings, teased each other occasionally, aggravated each other, just your normal brother/ sister relationship. He was a senior and I was a junior, but it was so much more than what people saw. You know what I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ll start the day it all began, first day of junior year.
“Alright mom, I’m off,” I shouted going down the stairs to the front door. “Alright honey, see you la-“ she called out as I walked out the front door and into my car. Which was a black Camaro, I worked so many hours, I forgot what else there was to life. I sped down the street and headed towards my personal hell, or high school, whatever you want to call it.
I parked in my usual parking spot, which wasn’t too far from the front entrance, but like every other student, I had to walk through the courtyard. Which was filled with girls that couldn’t hide their dirty stares, drooling freshman that couldn’t get a clue, and the worst, douche bag cat callers. I mean don’t get me wrong, I like a good compliment or two, but what I don’t like is when I get whistled at like a dog, and/ or get told that someone wants to play with my ass like bongos. Where does that line even come from anyway? Now I’m not going to lie, I’m not exactly ugly. I had long, naturally wavy, blond hair that went to my waist, silver eyes that I got from my dad, with cream colored skin, so I was pale, but not so pale to where you could see my veins. I was short, I stood at a good 5’3, so that made my already, pretty big boobs look even bigger. I was a size C, and my boobs were really perky. And yes, they were natural, I get it from my mom. I had played volley ball from 7th to 9th grade, so my but looked like a bubble stuck on my back, I didn’t have an hourglass figure, but I had some curves.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket as I slammed my door and locked it. It was from my vey perverted best friend, Anna. Which said, “Hey sexy, wanna get it on in the bathrooms? ;)” I laughed and rolled my eyes. I began to type a reply when my face hit something hard. “Woah Em, watch it!” a deep voice said in a bit of an annoyed tone, but I could tell it was fake. I knew exactly who it was. “Sorry twa-, oh I mean Nathan,” I said sticking my tongue out at my brother. He chuckled and began to walk away, “Okay, whatever.” He flipped his jet black hair out of his jade eyes, which he got from mom. Nathan was tall and lean, he stood at 6’2, and he did have some muscle, along with a lip ring and an eyebrow piercing.
He walked over to his group of friends who were laughing at something, then they all gave him the “wassup” nod.