He really fucking thinks I’ll do this… that’s what pisses me off most. “Bro I’ve caught you looking so many times”. Fucking idiot… Slamming the kitchen drawer shut, I took a bite of the apple. It was admittedly rare of me to be this angry, this flustered. Maybe it was because mom and dad weren’t here to beat his ass for this shit.
and who the fuck is he calling “bro”. I’m not one of his freak gamer buddies I’m his fucking sister. What the hell is actually wrong with him? I didn’t register that I was pacing, much less that I had an audience smugly watching from the pool. Happy with the view of irritation through the window.
I wasn’t looking at him, I know I wasn’t. He doesn’t buy shorts that fully cover… and it doesn’t even matter, it’s so fucking sick. I only have so many places to look, I was fazed out, dazed out. It wasn’t like I was looking at his fucking dick, I mean sure it worked out that way. But that…
I finally noticed him, his smile sending me into an unholy mix of rage and anxiety. Fuck. Ok, I need to calm down, I need to get out of my head just a little bit. If it’s not true, then I shouldn’t be this upset anyway. He’s just a dirty little freak like he’s always been. Of course he thinks because I didn’t look away, that somehow I want to suck his thing. He’s disgusting.
Why was it… even out? Jesus, so damn flustered by it I hadn’t even realized that was odd. Deflating, I sat down on the sofa in no gentle manner. Hands on face, I found my thoughts swirling.
I just want to tan. He probably did this so he could have the pool to himself, fucking prick.
Without allowing myself to question the wisdom, I stormed up, my fists balled, my steps deft and sure. I marched around the pool line, propelled by pure, unadulterated rage and embarrassment.
His smile turning from what could only be described as a smug sense of accomplishment to worry, then panic as I launched myself into the water at him, both of us tumbling deep into the pool.
Fucking retard, you’ve done it now. He was always trickier than me, but the little asshole was a pretty boy, he’d never been very good with physical altercation. No, anything that was more physical than worming his way into your head with that stupid silver tongue. I dragged him back to air, yelling things I don’t remember.
I’ve lost my mind.
The pressure of his arms on my shoulder surprised me, as he tried his best to get me to not be, well, a lunatic intent on scaring her brother to death… It was right around this moment I found my back against the pool wall, I found his lips on mine. His left hand in my hair, his right hand moving from an iron grip on my shoulder to my hips.
I’ve lost my mind and i don’t care.
His hand traveled further, squeezing, pulling at me in ways no brother should. I breathed ragged in a way that no sister should let her brother hear. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
As quick as I had entered the pool, I scrambled out of it, the feeling of his lips on my neck burning like coal. I ran. I ran to my room, lurching through the sliding glass door I had left ajar in my naval ambush, sprinting up stairs with lurching speed and slamming my bed room door shut harder then it had ever once experienced.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/os98cw/smirk_pt1_mf_taboo
Typical brother – would like to fuck ANY pussy, and his sister is home alone with him, so she gets first trial.