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Big Brother Knows Best

It was Friday night and I was patiently waiting for my big brother to get off of work. Mom wasn’t going to be home until later that night so I knew we would have the house to ourselves. As time passed by I started getting more and more anxious and excited to finally see him. I knew he was going to be surprised to come through the front door to see his sweet little sister ready for him. For the past few nights he has been showing me how to be able to make him feel good without it hurting. He’s a few years older than me, tall and slighty more muscular than average. His skin pale is like porcelain and when you look him in the face you can see amazing amazing blue eyes, the lightest brown freckles across his nose and curly brown hair on top of his head. Looking at him, you wouldn’t think he would have the size cock he does. I really don’t know how he manages to conceal it in his pants without even a silhouette. 4:30 finally came and I heard his car pull up into the drive way. I figured I should just be waiting naked on the couch for him so he would know what I wanted. He walked through the door carrying the leftover food he had for lunch that day and his car keys in both hands. Every time I see him I can’t help but look at his dick and see if I can see the shape of it through his pants. I was so busy staring that I didn’t even notice the look of surprise that was on his face. He just stood there, and with a smirk, said “what do you think you’re doing?” I got kind of scared that ...

... he wasn’t happy because he only says that when he’s mad at me or I’ve done something wrong. I managed to squeak out “I thought we could play a little bit since mom isn’t home…” He just stared at me with a smile and after a pause said “It’s cute how you think you get to choose when I do that.” Then continued to walk into the kitchen and put his food away like nothing just happened. I immediately got discouraged and quickly got dressed. I felt so stupid because I knew he was right. I knew he decided when we play and that he controlled me and it was dumb of me to even think that me throwing myself at him would make any kind of impact. I tried to get my mind off of it by playing video games in the living room. I sat on the couch with my legs crossed with nothing on but a T-shirt and panties which I did regularly and no one seems to mind. I am pale just like my brother, but I for some reason, have 3 times the freckles he does. I am short and not fat but I’m chubby I guess. I have plenty of curves and a DD bra size which my dyed, long, red hair looks so pretty when it drapes over my chest but my green/brown eyes, compared to him, are nothing special. I sat there completely concentrated on my game for over an hour, yelling and getting frustrated when I would die or not my objective and every time I would growl at the TV out of anger I would just hear a laugh from his bedroom down the hall. I was just about to pause my game and go smoke a cigarette outside when I heard him walking ...