Sweet revenge_(2)

Tommy’s my name and I believe I’m a typical, sexually frustrated fifteen year old. I live at home with my parents and older sister, Jennifer. I get along fine with my parents but, until very recently, not so well with Jennifer. She’s three years older than I and a freshman at a two year college close to our home. She has plans to go away to an out of state university next year which suits me just fine.

Jennifer walks with a very superior ‘older sister’ attitude and rarely speaks to me. When she does it’s in tones that are harsh or demeaning.

She has many friends, male and female, which infers that she is a pleasant, friendly, outward going person. Her stunning breasts, beautifully tanned Baywatch babe figure, long, silken blonde hair, all demand and receive attention.

I don’t know when we adopted a ‘bad vibes’ attitude to one another.

She recently found my hidden hoard of Playboy magazines, showing them to my shocked parents who yelled sexually repressive things at me. They grounded me for a whole week.

Once more the power she had, to ‘tell on me’, was used to great effect and again it got me into trouble. I don’t know which she enjoys most, knowing she has this power or using it at every opportunity.

My parents finally went out by the swimming pool. She walked past the kitchen on her way to her room, sniggering. “What’s wrong, Tommy? Can’t jerk off anymore? Are you the only male virgin in High School? Got any hot dates this weekend?”

Her bitter sarcasm cut deep and she knew it. She knew I’d been unsuccessful all year trying to get a date with a girl. Any girl. For some reason I always told my sister what was going on in my life. I couldn’t understand why I did this. I knew I would never receive a sympathetic ear, yet I continued to tell her my innermost secrets. Strange.

Giggling, she walked upstairs as I sat at the kitchen table, more and more depressed at my situation.

I thought I had average good looks. I stood about five feet seven inches and weighed one hundred and forty five pounds. My build wasn’t impressive, it was average. I’d begun to work out in our garage, with a range of dad’s weights, in a vain attempt to attract the girls. The one thing I knew I had in my favour was my personality. I was great. Except when I was around girls, then I just couldn’t speak more than a few words to them. I grew more depressed.

“Mister Average meet Mister Shy,” I said, out loud to myself.

My day dreaming was interrupted by two of Jennifer’s girlfriends ringing the front doorbell. I let them in, telling them where she was and they hurried upstairs to see her. My cock stiffened as I watched them ascend the stairs. Their scent and lithe figures in short mini skirts always made me horny. My cock ached for something besides my right hand.

Jennifer came down with her friends and went out the back door, all three of them giggling incessantly. I guessed Jennifer had told them about the ‘Playboy episode.’ They got into Jennifer’s car and sped away to one of her sorority parties.

Yes, I thought, Jennifer had it all, a nice car, a great social life and a good job.

She worked at a men’s clothing store at the mall, earning wages plus commission. With her great looks and high self esteem, she easily sold clothes to most middle aged men who walked into the store. She also enjoyed the company of her rich boyfriend, Dan, who was twenty two and who also treated me like a little boy.

“It’s not fair,” I thought to myself.

I drifted outside trying to shake off my blues and think of something else. Passing Dad’s car I saw his camcorder lying on the back seat. I opened the car door and took it out. It was one of those new small, lightweight variety that can be held in just one hand. I had used it a couple of times before to film Jennifer and her friends laying out to get a tan, beside the pool.

I got on my bike and rode around filming my nieghbourhood.

I came to Jennifer’s college, passing close to her sorority house. Curious as to what she may be up to, I got off my bike and hid behind the tall hedge that surrounded the house on three sides. Loud rock music came from the back entrance and I made my way silently towards it. A group of a dozen or so teenage girls were outside the back door drinking beer, laughing and joking. I recognised my sister as one of the girls.

Jennifer held a beer in her hand.

“Roll film,” I thought to myself. Now I could exact some revenge for what she had done to me. When I showed this tape to my parents they’d yell at her for hours about the evils of teenage alcohol. They might even take away her car keys.

I zoomed in for an even closer angle as she tilted her head back, turned up the beer bottle and drank thirstily. I continued to film for about ten minutes when she turned, left the group and walked over towards her car with another full can of beer in her hand.