I wanted to do a lot of things that summer. Drink alcohol. Lose my virginity. Maybe get a boyfriend.
Instead, I was in some huge vacation house in the middle of nowhere, sharing a bed with my asshole brother. Which was ridiculous. The vacation house had a lot of bedrooms, but we also had a lot of family, and not everyone fit. I didn't know why that meant I had to sleep next to the jerk that is my brother, but I decided not to complain. It was only for one night--after Christmas morning was over, most of our family would leave to go back home; to Michigan.
I wasn't even sure what country we were in, but it was far away from sunny [a place in Michigan]. It was snowing here, and the drive took eight hours.
The room I was in wasn't small, but not big, either. It was cozy, with dark wooden floors covered with fluffy red rugs, and the walls were seemingly made of abnormally big tree logs.
After he claimed a side of the bed, my brother had lit all the candles, and then he'd taken a vanilla-scented one out of his bag. I'd complained that vanilla wasn't Christmas-y, and he'd given me a 'shut up' look.
Now he was turned away from me, watching something on his phone. I was looking at his back, pulling my own phone out. I was cold, bored, and frustrated.
"You're breathing too loud." My brother huffed.
"There's something called headphones." I hissed, wanting him to shut up. I was reading a very kinky story on some sex website, and he was distracting me from it.
Maybe reading a sex story next to my brother wasn't a great idea, and I have no idea why I did it, but I kept reading. It wasn't long before I could feel the ache between my legs, and I started automatically grinding myself against the mattress.
"Why are you moving so much?" My brother barked.
"Can you just shut up already, Jayden?"
"What are you doing?"
"Mind your own business."
And then he did the worst thing he could do. Turn over to face me.
He couldn't see my screen, but now I couldn't really move anymore, or risk him finding out what I was doing--right next to him.
"You're in a bad mood." He said.
I gritted my teeth. "No."
"Yes. Why? Wanted to spend the winter break with your boyfriend?" Jayden's voice sounded taunting, as he knew I didn't have a boyfriend, but also... bitter. Almost jealous, but I was probably imagining things.
"Ass."
He rolled his eyes at me. "What're you going to do?"
"About?"
"About tomorrow."
I had to take a moment to realize what he was talking about. Then I remembered that tomorrow was my birthday. Or, well, in a few hours. It was almost midnight, which meant I'd finally be eighteen in less than three hours.
"I don't know." I shrugged. "What do you think I should do?"
"Stop moving."
I glared at him and went back to reading my story. Having him staring at me was both frustrating and exciting. I mentally punched myself for thinking the latter. He's your annoying brother! Get a grip!
"You a virgin?"
My cheeks flushed. "Excuse me?"
"You're such a child. It's not a weird question, Laine."
"I'm not telling you."
"So you are." His eyes softened.
"I didn't say that!"
"Your silence is answer enough."
"Can you please just shut up?" I asked, exasperated.
He closed his mouth and just watched me. I ignored him and kept reading. There was some hardcore sex going on in the story. Without even noticing it, I was grinding against the mattress again, my breathing getting heavier. I let out a soft little whimper and froze, looking at Jayden. His eyes had darkened.
"Naughty little sister." He muttered before getting up and walking into the adjoined bathroom. The door shut, then locked.
My cheeks were red from embarrassment, and I was about to put my phone away when I realized that now was my chance. Jayden was gone. I could either finish this or be sexually frustrated all night.
I snatched my pillow and propped it between my legs, moving my hips around to find the right angle. When I finally found it, I started humping the pillow. My panties were already soaking, and the thin material did nothing but irritate me. I kicked it off, threw it on the floor. My shirt was pulled up, and since I wasn't wearing a bra, my huge breasts were pressed into the bed. I was grinding my clit against the pillow, moving my hips in circles. The warmth in my belly was spreading. My legs were shaking.
I was whimpering again. Making little, soft, needy sounds. I completely forgot about the story on my phone, just mindlessly grinding against the pillow, thinking about someone, imagining his hands all over me.
Naughty little sister.
It dawned on me then, who I was thinking about. But I was too desperate for that high, and I kept grinding, a few more times, when I finally got to that edge--
The bathroom door opened.
I yanked my shirt down, and pulled the sheets over my naked lower body. Jayden ignored me and walked out of the bedroom. He was breathing hard.