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Swallowing Justin

Justin and I were good friends for being a brother and sister. We were only eleven months apart in age, so we grew up sharing all of the same toys, a lot of the same friends, and the type of sibling bond we always compared to what twins would probably share. By the time we reached high school, Justin was a baseball stud being scouted at nearly every game his senior year and I was setting records in track and field with a lot of potential to follow along in his footsteps. We were both officers in the student council and going to college was more of an assumed thing rather than something we would have to decide on.

Justin was seventeen when he started his senior year and he would always let me drive the car from school to home in the afternoons. We drove to school nearly every day because it was cool for one thing and we both always had some sort of meeting or practice before school or after. On my sixteenth birthday, my big brother surprised me by taking me to the license office for my driving test and even though we were close, that day gave me a long awaited freedom and independence that nearly immediately took us out of many of the same loops and had us driving to and from school by ourselves. I spent a lot more time with my friend Heather after I had a car to drive us around in and with all of the changes that came to my life so quickly, one month after my brother gave me such a sweet birthday present, I forgot his altogether.

It didn’t strike me until it was too late. It was a Friday night and I had been at Heather’s house after school and then we went out and met some other friends in town until the night was a few minutes past what I was supposed to even be out. My parents weren’t awful or strict parents, but they always had ways of making us want to obey the rules. Sometimes Mom and Dad would fall asleep and talk about things the next day and I was sure hoping that was the case because Heather and I had shared a few sips of wine from her parents refrigerator. Anyway, a few minutes after midnight, I pulled into our driveway and the house was pretty dark and it just hit me that I had totally forgotten Justin on his birthday.

I quietly slipped in the front door and was immediately relieved that all of the lights were off on the main floor. Leaving my shoes by the door, I tiptoed up the stairs and turned quietly down the hallway toward my room. As I passed Justin’s room, I could see he still had a light on and all I could think about was how horrible and selfish it was of me to forget him when he always went out of his way to take care of me. Just as sneaky as I had been entering the house, I quietly passed through his door to wish him a happy birthday and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of him sprawled out naked and masturbating on his bed. His horror filled eyes quickly shifted to me, then to the bed for something to cover up with, but it was too late.

“Shit Karie!

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