My older brother had a multitude of peculiarities, but there was one I used to annoy him endlessly. My brother Will had a habit of eating a specific brand of store bought chocolate chip cookies. He ate two cookies with milk religiously before bed each night. He even bought the cookies with his own money. That didn’t stop me from taking cookies out of the package. Sometimes I ate them, sometimes I just threw them away.
He’d be bewildered why he ran out of cookies so quickly. He interrogated the family. Our parents either thought he was nuts or thought it was funny because they never ratted me out or yelled at me. Will started counting the cookies each night. Now my parents really did think he’d gone off the deep end. They’d say that maybe they are some cookies but they couldn’t remember or something similar. Will suspected me but could never prove it and it would agitate him to no end.
My parents left for a week long romantic getaway for their anniversary. Since I’m not old enough, Will was put in charge for the week. If I had just kept to myself, the weekend probably would have passed uneventfully. But I couldn’t help myself and I took a few of Will’s cookies. I ate one and threw the other two away. I’d course Will was keeping counts on the cookies and since I was now the only other person in the house, I was busted.
I come down in the morning planning to have a glass of milk and some peanut butter toast, and Will is already up and has the package of cookies on the table. I said “it’s a little early for cookies isn’t it?” He didn’t laugh. He said “I know you took them last night. I counted”. I said “I don’t know what you are talking about”. He said “It’s been you this whole time and I’m sick of it. Admit it was you and promise to stop or else”. I said “or else what?”
He pulled out my stuffed childhood bunny from behind him. He said “or else say goodbye to Mr. Ears!” He had scissors. I said “you wouldn’t”. He took the scissors and carefully snipped a stitch at the seam. He pulled it apart and I could see the stuffing. He said “it’s easily fixable with a needle and thread. Admit it was you and promise to stop. That’s all I’m asking. Then I’ll let Mr. Ears go.” I figured he was bluffing. I said “it was me. This whole time it was me. But I won’t stop and mom and dad dont care”. I really expected him to just give up. It was sort of his personality. I didn’t realize this was about more than cookies.
Will was very upset and said “you made me look ridiculous. I was counting cookies, complaining to mom and dad. They probably thought I was an idiot. And now you think it’s going to just continue now that I proved it was you and you admitted it. No. Mr. Ears is getting it”. With that he cut off one of Mr. Ears ears. I screamed. Will was serious and I had taken this too far. Mr. Ears had got me through a lot of thunderstorms and scary night noises. I had dreams of giving him to my future children. I didn’t want Mr. Ears destroyed. I said “fine. I’ll stop. I’m sorry. I took it too far.”
He put down the scissors. Mr. Ears was still repairable. He said “I think apologising now isn’t enough anymore. You had to make it mean. Now I am going to be mean. You have to do whatever I say to save Mr. Ears.” I said “wh….what do I have to do?” He thought for a few seconds. He clearly didn’t have a plan and was improving. He said “it…..it has to be something…..that makes you feel…..ridiculous…..like I felt”. He was working through ideas out loud. “Tie you to a tree with a sign that you are a bad sister….or make you yell what an idiot you are through the neighborhood”. I interrupted “come on Will, can’t it just be something here between us and not out in public?” He said “like what? How could anything in this kitchen make up for the psychological torment you’ve been inflicting this whole time?” I wasn’t exactly sure. I took a guess and said “I’ll wear a silly outfit?”. I saw a lightbulb go off in his mind.
He said “that’s close to something that might work.” He said “Mr. Ears will be spared if you wear…..no outfit. Then you run out to the back shed and back before apologizing again”. I immediately said “hell no! And you are a pervert for even suggesting it. Why would you want to see your little sister naked? Eww.” Will said “this is less about me seeing and more about you feeling ridiculous. The fact that you don’t want to do it makes me think it’s the right idea. It’s that or I’ll cut up Mr. Ears.”. He was sincere, I could tell. I think part of me felt guilty, part of me couldn’t handle having Mr. Ears destroyed, and part of me realized I deserved it. I said “ok. You win. I’ll do it”.
We were both a little surprised at my response I think. He said “uh…um…oh….ok….well…..then……you have to run out and touch the shed before you can come back in”. I nodded. I knew what the next part was. I shrugged and said “I….guess I take my pjs off then”. Will nodded. I pulled my pj pants down and revealed my yellow cotton bikini cut panties. Then I lifted my shirt up and off. I didn’t sleep in a bra so my boobies were exposed. Not that I really needed a bra. I was still very small in the chest department. In an effort to get this over with fast I pulled my panties down. Only six months ago did I start to sprout fine wispy pubes down there. I opened the door looked left and right for neighbors then at a sprint headed for the shed.
I felt my boobs and bottom jiggling as I ran. I did feel ridiculous. I touched the shed seconds later and turned around. I was facing Will as I ran back. I saw him laughing at how stupid I looked running naked through the backyard. Finally I got to the door. It was locked. I tried to admonish him quietly but he just said “you ran too fast. Do 25 jumping jacks and I promise you can come in”. I made a scowl but took a step back and started doing jumping jacks. He watched. He watched my boobs bouncing, and he watched my legs go open and closed. I was out of breath as I hit 25.
He opened the door and I shuffled in. I said “I deserved that. I’m sorry Will. I won’t mess with your cookies again.” Will held out my clothes that he’d folded while I ran. He said “I accept your apology. That was very mature of you”. I was still put of breath and couldn’t even take my clothes back. He said “and honestly, you are more mature in other ways than I had thought” he said as he tapped my left nipple then ran his finger down my front to my sparse bush.” All I could say was “thanks”. Then he left the room and I got dressed. I never took his cookies again, and we never spoke of the incident again either.
Great story! Thank you for posting. :)
Too bad you didn’t leave an opening for a sequel. Would be fun to see how far things might go. Appreciate the post though.
Pretty hot