Saturday night and I had to be at home with Bratface again! I was pissed off! Jesus H Christ! One would think that at eighteen she was old enough to be left on her own! My buddy Jamie was throwing a party and there was going to be booze, and probably some grass, and dozens of groovy chicks - all of them desperate to find a hot cock to suck or slip into their pussies. And I was stuck here with Bratface because Mum and Dad wanted to go and see some stupid art movie. Selfish bastards! They could have gone any night of the week, but they had to choose tonight!
Bratface is my twin sister Janine, although you wouldn't think it to look at us together. We share the same hair dark hair and dark brown eyes, but she's short, skinny, looks flat- chested, and wears braces; but has a tight, rounded little ass and nice legs; whereas I top out at 6 feet 2 inches and weigh 172 pounds. And a real brat she was too, when this whole saga started. Daddy's Darling, of course, who could do no wrong in his eyes. Which meant I always got the rough end whenever there was a dispute between us, which was just about every day. Mum just breathed heavy, resigned sighs whenever trouble brewed and got Dad to sort it out.
It was half time in the basketball game I was watching on the big TV in the lounge. The LA Lakers Vs The Jazz. I looked at my watch. 10.30, that means the family movie Bratface was watching in the den on Channel 7 must be finished. "Hey you! Time to go to bed!" I yelled.
"No! I wanna' watch the next one too."
"That's an adult movie. Mum and Dad say you're not allowed!"
"But Daddy would let me watch if he was here!"
"Well, Daddy's not fucking here, so get your ass to your room!"
"Make me, Dickhead!"
Now that really got me going, seeing as my name is Richard. A lot of guys, and girls, at school have found out I am pretty good with my fists if they call me that. I was out of the couch in a flash and into the den. Janine was sat in Dad's big leather Lay- Z-Boy with her legs tucked under her.
"Look here Bratface, I've had enough of your lip for tonight. Just get to your room now and I won't say anything to Mum and Dad when they get home."
"I'm staying here!"
"Five seconds to get moving, Miss, or I'll take you there myself!"
"Fuck off!"
That was the last straw. I grabbed Janine's wrists roughly and pulled her out of the recliner and onto the floor. From there I started to drag her towards her room.
"Eeeooowww! Stop! You're hurting me!"
I let go of her wrists and she flopped prone on the carpet. "Okay, if you don't want me to hurt you, get to your room. Now!"
Janine just poked her tongue out at me and stayed where she was.
"All right, you asked for it, moron!" Before she could make a move, I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder. She screamed and kicked and wriggled like mad as I carried her down the hallway. Anyone listening from outside would think I was trying to murder her – which I very much felt like doing right at that moment! Janine wriggled so much that I nearly dropped her and, very briefly, I had to put my hand between her thrashing thighs up near her crotch, or she would have gone flying.
I threw the little monster onto her bed where she lay panting, her short mini-skirt up around her waist and her legs apart. She was wearing pink panties with a little teddy bear pattern on them. Shit, those are a bit "young" for a college student, I thought to myself. Then, in spite of the fact she was my sister, I felt a surge of sexual interest run through me.
"Stop looking at my knickers, pervert! You're not supposed to do that. And I'm going to tell Daddy that you touched me between the legs as well!"
"If I hadn't held onto you, you might have fallen and broken your neck! I wish you had you spoiled brat!"
Janine still hadn't closed her legs; in fact it looked as though she'd opened them even further. I picked up her nightie and threw it over her, covering her up. "Now put that on you and get into bed!" Then I turned and left her room, but not without yelling at her over my shoulder, "I'll be back in five minutes to make sure you've done what I told you!"
I gave her a good ten minutes, but I still hadn't heard her go to the bathroom to have a last minute pee and clean her teeth like she usually did. I stormed down to Janine's room. She hadn't moved an inch, except to throw her nightie onto the floor. And her thighs were still spread wide apart.
I yelled at her, "This is your last chance, Janine! If you're not undressed and in bed within the next three minutes, I'll strip you myself!" Then I turned and stormed out of her room again. That'll do it, I thought as I made my way back down the hallway, she certainly won't want ME taking her clothes off! But somehow the thought of doing it made my cock stir in my pants!
I wonder how many fucks that lucky bastard Jamie has managed by now; I mused as I made my way back into the lounge. Then I heard Janine shout, "Fuckwit!" I immediately turned on my heel and ran back down to her room. I crashed through the partly open door, slamming it against the wall and dislodging some of the pop star posters she had pinned to the back of it.
"What did you say?"
"Fuckwit!" Janine was trying to put on a brave face, but she was now very scared and her voice was a tiny tremor instead of the loud holler she'd made previously.
"Okay Miss Foulmouth, you've just bought the farm!"
I stepped right up to the bed and reached over to start undoing the waistband and zipper on her skirt. She started to kick out at me and wriggle like an eel, screaming at me to get off her. But I easily pinned her legs with my knees and got the fastenings undone. Standing up again, I swiftly ripped the skirt off of her and threw it across the room. In the process, I'd partially dragged her panties down her hips as well. Not far enough for me to see anything, but she pulled them up again straight away.
I jumped on top of the wriggling brat, straddling her waist, and gripped the bottom hem of her sweat top and started to get it off her, over her head. When I got it up past her chest I was amazed to find that she was wearing a bra and that my supposedly flat-chested sister had in fact got a very nice pair of boobies indeed! Not big, but as far as I could tell, because they were hidden inside her bra, they were beautifully round and perky. Her normal garb of thick, loose tops had kept them well hidden from me!
Janine started to writhe again, squealing like a stuck pig. I was having a hell of a job getting her arms out of her sweat-top sleeves and her antics weren't helping one bit. Nor was the fact that she had wriggled down further beneath me, causing her hard- soft little titties to move from side to side and rub against my spread crotch. My partial hard-on, which I hadn't really noticed up until then, surged into a full-blown boner!
"Okay, okay Richard! Peace! I'll get into bed, just get off me!" Janine was red-faced and panting heavily. Her heaving breasts pressing against my hard dick felt fantastic! I climbed off her gingerly, trying to hide my erection. But I could see that Janine's eyes were following me all the way and they were fixed on my crotch.
"Now be a good girl and do as you promised." I said gruffly and turned and raced for my room. My blood was churning in my veins and my mind was full of images of Janine's partially naked body. And my cock was almost bursting!
I pushed the door to behind me and threw myself onto my mattress. Stripping my shorts and underpants off in one movement I started rubbing my hard shaft furiously, visions of Janine getting my dick out and rubbing it across her bare, pointy tits coursing through my brain. I was just about to come when I sensed a movement at my door. My sister was watching me jerk off! But I didn't care! I carried on pounding my meat until, with a great whoosh my come shot in streams out of my throbbing tip all over my belly and up over my T-shirt. Oh shit! I thought as I lay there panting in the aftermath of my explosion; it looks as though I'll have to do my own laundry this week!
I looked around at the gap left by the partially open door. Bratface was gone.
I changed into the boxers that I normally wore to bed and went to turn off the TV sets. Janine's door was closed and I could see, at the gap underneath, that her light was off. The game was just finishing - the Lakers had won yet again. Was it possible that so much had happened in such a short time? Just then I heard a key going into the front door lock – my parents were home.
"How'd it go?" My father asked.
"Oh, Okay. Bratface made a stink about going to bed as usual!"
"I meant the game!" He sounded irritated that I was criticising Darling Daughter.
Perhaps you're lining her up for something! I thought evilly. I don't think Mum drops her knickers for you any more judging by the barbed comments you sometimes make to her! But, I answered, more diplomatically, "Lakers again. O'Neill was brilliant as usual. 33 points and 17 rebounds." Thank goodness I'd caught the end of match stats!
"Anyone want a cup of tea?" Mum was being her usual placid self.
Four evenings later, on the Wednesday, I was in the den watching National Geographic – the content was useful for an assignment I had to finish - while Mum and Dad were in the lounge watching ER. I thought Bratface was in her room doing own assignments until she walked in with a secretive little smile on her lips. Before I knew it, she'd picked up the remote, changed the channel and then dashed from the room - still holding the remote. Mad as hell I chased after her and caught her just by the lounge doorway.
A fierce little struggle ensued with Janine wriggling and shrieking and holding the control up against her chest. I ended up behind her, with my arms around trying to wrestle it from her. Her squirming little mini-skirted ass pressed against my front and stirred me into a throbbing erection. I humped it against her unashamedly, loving the rising feelings of sexual excitement as we fought. And I was sure that she could feel my cock pressing into her ass-crack too. Finally, seeking to distract the little bitch I grabbed a soft little titty and squeezed it hard. Success! Janine let out a high pitched shriek and gave up the remote.
"Richard! Leave your sister alone!" Dad had screwed around on the couch and was staring at me malevolently.
"Daddy! Richard's being really mean. He won't let me watch the cartoon channel!"
"Lying little bitch! You weren't even in the den!"
"Richard! Give the control to Janine and let her watch her programme!"
"Fuck! Why do you always take her side!"
"Careful boy, or you'll feel the back of my hand!"
"Do as Daddy says dear," Mum joined in, trying as usual to smooth the troubled waters, "I don't know why you and Janine can't be nice to each other."
"Because she's a spoiled Bratface!" I shouted.
"Richard…!" Dad was half out of the couch.