Hi, my name is Andi! I am sixteen, and I’m almost five feet tall. I’m skinny, but I’ve got nice B-cup boobs with nipples as red as my hair. I have green eyes and freckles. And oh, yeah, I have red hair on my privates too! (blushing.) And a little around my butt hole. My butt hole is my favorite part of my body, and I spend a lot of time playing with it!
But anyway, I wanna tell you about the first time I fucked my brother. It was so hot. He’s really cute, and I’d wanted to fuck him for a long time, but lemme tell you about the first time I worked up the nerve to make him wanna play.
Mom and dad were fighting and it always made me scared. So I got in bed with my big brother Ryan. He’s seventeen. He’s so big. He’s got muscles on his muscles, and he makes me feel so safe with my back up against his chest. He was used to me climbing into bed with him, because mom and dad were always fighting. This was not too long before they got a divorce.
When I get scared or sad, I usually like to play with my butt. It makes me feel better, I don’t know why. I start rubbing my fingers in the crack, and after a while I put my hand inside my panties and feel my bunghole with my fingertips. This usually makes me fall asleep after a while. But if it doesn’t work, or if I wanna masturbate, I start to work my finger into my butt. But this time there was a problem, because my butt was right up against Ryan’s crotch. I didn’t wanna put my hand down there because it would be right up against his dick, and I didn’t have his permission to touch him there. He was snoring softly, and his chest was moving up and down, and I could feel his breath on my neck. It was so nice. I figured it would be okay just to put his hand on my butt crack.
I was watching TV. The only English-language station played reruns of The Partridge Family, Gilligan's Island, M*A*S*H, and All In The Family every afternoon. For me, at 15, living in Qatar, that was my so-called life.
We'd been in Qatar only since January - three months. We moved from Taiwan. Before Taiwan was Indonesia. Before that Kenya, Latvia, New Zealand... We moved a lot. No, my dad wasn't in the military - it was his business.
Taiwan had been pretty good. We'd lived there for almost two years. My sister, Janet, was sure she was going to be able to finish high school there. No luck. At Christmas, Dad called a family meeting and announced that we were moving in 3 weeks. The color drained from my sister's face. "No, no, no!" she shrieked.
Janet screamed. She cried. I seriously thought she was going to murder Dad. She begged to be able to stay in Taiwan. She pleaded. She slammed doors. She broke plates.
Really, I could understand. Qatar would be her fourth high school on the third continent. And she'd have to leave behind her friends (again), and her boyfriend - her first serious boyfriend - Dan. And going to a new high school just for second semester of senior year was going to be tough.
I stuck my head over the edge of my bed to see my twin brother Ritchie lying on the floor of my bedroom. He'd be sleeping here with me until Aunt Marge and Uncle Bert went home after Christmas.
"Ritchie," I whispered, "It's ok if you want to sleep up here with me."
"Oh God thanks Stephanie." He said scampering up into bed. With the doors closed my room got incredibly cold in the winter, especially on the floor. Mom said since we were both thirteen we couldn't sleep in the same bed, but I knew Ritchie would get sick sleeping down there. I didn't mind sharing my bed with him. We got along better than most brothers and sisters we knew, maybe it was because we were twins and growing up we'd always developed the same interests. I snuggled up against him to help him warm up.
"Thanks Stephanie," he said, still shivering, "You're a lifesaver."
"No problem. Just get down in the morning before Mom comes in."
Neither one of us was really sleepy so we decided to talk for a while. My room was in the basement and all the other rooms were on the upper story, so we didn't need to worry about anyone hearing us. As we talked, I realized how weird it was to be lying here like this chatting about school. I laughed at the thought.
"Fucking morons!" Kirsten thought.
At the door to the chemistry room, two of her classmates Bill Taylor and Scott Vance, or Jackass #1 and Jackass #2 as she thought of them, were waiting as usual. The pair of morons partially blocked the class's doorway forcing all the girls entering to pass between them, giving the boys the opportunity to goose them or fondle them in some manner.
As Kirsten tried to enter Scott bumped into her side shoving her towards Bill who, on the pretext of helping her, reached out his hand and squeezed her breast. Anticipating this crude assault, Kirsten elbowed him in the stomach and for good measure kicked Jackass #2 in the ankle.
"Hands off pervert. Try that again and you'll be singing Soprano for the rest of your worthless life."