Unwanted: Part 1

From the moment they got married, Lauren and Randal Taylor always knew they wanted a son. Randal was the owner of a thriving business and it stood to reason that one day he would leave his company to his offspring. Wanting their name to be carried on, Lauren and Randal agreed that they both wanted a boy.

It was with great disappointment when they welcomed their daughter into the world a little less than a year later. They named her Tiffany after a dog Randal’s mom once owned because they could not think of anything else. They never even considered the possibility that they would have to come up with girl names.

Not wanting to leave anything to chance, Randal and Lauren opted to use artificial insemination in order to determine the gender of their next child. They already had his name picked out when he entered the world, once again, less than a year after their daughter was born.

Although Lauren had taken ample care of Tiffany during her second pregnancy, at the arrival of Jonas, or Jon for short, Lauren’s interest in her daughter fell to indifference. If ever Tiffany cried for reasons apart from hunger or changing, she was simply left to do so on her own. Randal was less neglectful of Tiffany directly but as a whole he often opted to focus his time on his business rather than his family.

Growing up, Tiffany and Jon were very aware of their differences, both physically and in the view of their parents’ eyes. Jon was often spoiled, given any toy or food he desired. Of course, Tiffany was allowed to pick out certain things as well but if she ever threw a tantrum to get something the way her brother did sometimes, she would be punished severely.

Over time, Tiffany grew to dislike spending time with her family because it was too apparent whom her parents favored. If ever she wanted them to buy her something they would buy two or she would have to share with her brother. He on the other hand had a much bigger room, stuffed to the brim with shiny things he really did not need. As a result, in order to escape the clutter, which often persisted even after the cleaning lady did her best to find a place for everything, Jon took to spending most of his time outside of his room, either in the living room, or in his sister’s room. She only had to complain to her parents once before she learned that they were not going to do anything about his intrusion upon her privacy.

On one particularly hot summer day, Tiffany was in her room reading a magazine on her bed. In order to combat the heat, she was wearing nothing more than her polka dot panties and a beret to keep her sweat drenched curly black hair out of her eyes. She was not even surprised when Jon burst through her door. He was never subtle about it as he would never get in trouble with their parents anyway. As was her usual routine, Tiffany tried to ignore him. His first action was always to browse around her room in search of something to play with.

Of course, compared to his jam packed room, Tiffany’s was practically barren. “What you doing?” he asked while plopping down on the side of her bed next to her, having abandoned the idea of entertaining himself. Once again, Tiffany ignored him. “I’m talking to you!” He slapped the magazine out of her hands rudely.

“What do you want?” she demanded while turning to face him. She did not care that she was flashing him a full view of her bare chest. It was not like there was much to look at. Her round globes were quite small, being able to fit in the palm of her hand with ease.

Jon decided to test the very idea. He reached over and clamped his hand down on his sister’s right breast in such a way that her nipple was between his middle and ring fingers. Tiffany’s face blushed bright red as she prepared to slap his hand away. With ease, Jon caught it with his other hand and begun to laugh while squeezing her tit tightly.

Tiffany’s mouth was agape. She had no idea what her brother was thinking. “I’ve always wondered what these looked like,” he admitted while closing his fingers in order to pinch her nipple. She could not help but elicit a slight squeak. “All the boys at school brag about having tight muscles but then they say they want a girl with saggy massive boobs. It’s quite the difference, isn’t it?”

“Boys and girls are different,” Tiffany grumbled in response. “You and I are perfect proof of that,” she referred to the fact that their parents obviously favored their son over their daughter.

“That’s not all we have different,” Jon announced while releasing her wrist to grab the hem of her panties with his other hand.