“What a BITCH!!!”

I slammed my fist into the pillows on my bed as hard as I could as I clenched my teeth in anger. My mother was an alcoholic and my real dad died when I was just one. The only people that I knew cared about me was my step dad and two older step brothers. I think they hated my mom too, but we were now family, and family sticks together!

The younger of my two brothers, Jason heard my door slam and thought he would come to check on me. A knock came on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s J. Can I come in?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Are you ok?”

“Why does she have to be like this? Why can’t she just go away ad leave all of us alone?!”

“Just ignore her! It IS just us. That’s how I already think of it. It’s only a matter of time until she drinks herself to death.”

I turned to Jason and dropped my shoulders in relief. I smiled at him. I walked over ad hugged him tight. As we separated our eyes met. Something felt different. My heart pounced. Instinctively, I leaned in and we began to kiss. It was a gentle, soft kiss that I had been longing for. Love, attention, and something else I was missing.

“I’m so sorry!”, I said as I pulled away.

“No, I am. It’s just...I mean...You are...”

He left the room quickly and went back to his room.

“What was that?!”, I said to myself.

I never thought about my brother that way, but now, I felt a driving force to drive my hand across my pussy to try to cure the aching. I spent the next 20 minutes fingering myself to the thought of my brother fucking me. I came so hard! How am I going to continue to live with him with all these thoughts racing through my head!

To be continued....