A Bit About Amy
It's hard to describe my relationship with my baby brother Kyle. I'm three years older and unlike most big sisters, I never found a reason to bond with him. Most families have a photo of big sister holding their newborn sibling, that doesn't exist in our family.
Kyle spent his formative years continuously under my scrutiny. I was mean, always finding ways to keep him in his place. My Mom would scold me to no avail. She kept telling me that one day I would regret being the big sister from hell. I never listened to her, and stayed the course, making Kyle's life miserable.
My Dad was bigger than life in so many ways. He was a test pilot for the Air force. Dad would come home from work and always find time to spend with me, that is until Kyle showed up. After Kyle came along, I had to share Dad. I never adjusted to that and made my feelings well known even as a three-year-old.
Things could have changed one fateful Friday when two Dress-Uniformed Officers showed up at the front door. I opened the door at just six years old and called Mom who was in the kitchen. Carrying a glass bowl with some dinner mix, she came into the living room. I guess the site of the two Officers put her into shock. The glass bowl crashed onto the wooden floor and tears streamed down her face.
One of the officers went to her side and gently held her. The other took me aside and tried to distract me with cute kiddie chatter; Kyle was napping. Several days later at the well planned and orchestrated Funeral it all started to set in. Dad died a Hero, pushing some new plane to the limits and beyond, and I was never going to see him again.
I blamed Kyle for the loss of my Dad, and I continued to be the same mean big sister I had always been. When Dad died, Kyle was too young to ever really remember him. But I remembered every moment I spent with him. Mom tried to push on and she tried to make me understand I should love my little brother and show him the way since I was older. That just ricocheted off my ear, I was deaf to the words and the thought.
When I was twelve, Mom met Micheal, a good looking, kind, and very understanding man who had nothing to do with the Military. Having new stability in our family should have woken me up according to Mom. However, it did nothing to change my attitude, Kyle was still the little brother I wanted nothing to do with; even after Mom and Micheal got married.
Graduating High School and starting College was another event that should have caused a change in my perspective, but sorry to say, that too had no impact on my feelings toward my little brother.
But there's more to me than this issue with my little brother. I am short at 5'1", and frankly I am a genuine knock out beautiful chick. Even Kyle knows to tell me how pretty I am. When I was a little girl people would always tell my mom I should be a child model. Girly cute they would tell her. Once in High School I evolved into just plain beautiful!
My looks helped me land any date I wanted, but I was never comfortable with the sex thing. I have this belief that being intimate with your body, means you must feel a solid connection with the guy who wants to gain pleasure from it, so to speak. I also have high expectations of what an orgasm should feel like. The few guys I have had sex with just want to grab my boobs, squeeze a few times then stick their dick in me. Not one of them have ever really tried to make me explode with pleasure the way they explode.
It's always the same, a few kisses to get my clothes off, some touchy boob play, then wham, a few seconds of brisk humping. Once they cum, that's the end of it. When I discussed this with my girlfriends, they all laugh and say that's just the way guys are. Tina, my BFF and College roommate solves that problem by going to Frat parties. She enjoys being the center of a gangbang. Usually after the 5th or 6th guy she can enjoy a full-on leg snapping orgasm.
Kerry, my other roommate, exploits the Sugar Daddy program. She figures if she's not going to get a mind-blowing orgasm, she might as well enjoy a financial benefit. They both tell me my best bet is to go to the Adult Goodies store and buy some toys to play with. I really want to have an astonishing orgasm, but with a real cock and not a toy! Needless to say, my friends have not been any help as I try to figure out this sex thing.
Say what you want, but sometimes things just happen without a plan or reason. Kyle and Mom were out of town for a basketball Tournament. I had decided to spend the weekend at home prior to knowing this. Micheal and I had for several years played the eye contact game. That always led to subtle flirting. Being alone that night, things heated up. We made out on the sofa, which included some soft petting. When I got up to go to bed, I smiled as I went to the hallway, turned my back to him and flipped off my top.
It only took a few minutes for him to arrive in my bedroom to find me totally naked; on top of the sheets, no covering. I felt a rush I never experienced before as Micheal stripped off his clothes. He was more caring than I any guy I had ever been with before. I came so close to the explosion I craved, but it just didn't happen. When the weekend was over, we both came to the same conclusion, it had to stop. The good news is we gave it up for certain, and agreed to never let it happen again.
It's no wonder that I finally choose to try something so risky, so totally taboo, and most unlike me; to find a way to enjoy sex. I will say the sex was better, but my legs still have never felt that trembling sensation I yearn for. However, I did discover my problem; I have never been able to just let go, drop all my inhibitions, and go wild. I was on the verge of talking dirty to Micheal, wanting to beg him to make me cum, but I just couldn't get the words out.
A Bit About Kyle
I will never understand my sister Amy, we have no bond whatsoever. I can't even explain what I did to make her so angry with me. Mom has spent time trying to comfort me, but in the end, it turns out best to leave Amy alone.
Amy is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She dresses perfectly each day, and certainly knows how to put on the right make-up, never overdone. She's in pre-Law right now, and I know she is going to be a top Lawyer in any field she decides on. I could go on forever telling you what an incredible person she is, but it wouldn't matter. She is never going to be nice to me.
Sometimes I wonder if we really are siblings. She is really short at 5'1", and I am 6'3"! Needless to say, I was pushed into basketball by my high school coaches because of my size and agility for a big guy. Point guard is where I shine, and my High School team made it all the way to the State Championship game this year, we lost but put up a good fight.
I did not receive any offers from D1 colleges to play basketball, but I did get a preferred walk-on offer at the same school Amy is attending. I am taking that offer even though she attends that school. Why not, we are never going to be around each other anyway.
The thing she most recently did that really hurt me, was to completely blow off my 18th birthday. When she turned 18, Mom and Micheal put together a fantastic over the top party for her. She glowed the entire evening as she should have. When it was my time a few months ago, Amy never even text me or made any effort to come to the wonderful party Mom and Micheal put together for me.
The only time we ever spend as siblings, is when she wants me to braid her hair. It's the craziest thing about our relationship. She will actually be nice and sit patiently at her make-up desk while I do whatever braid she requests. She even says thank you after I'm finished! I guess if I can make her feel good about her looks, I'm going to give it a try. Maybe one day in the distant future she will see things differently.
I'm also a big tech nerd. I love working on electronic devises and programing anything I can get my hands on. Amy has two computers, one at home and one at school. I was the one to set both of them up for her as well as her phone. I never got a thank you for those gestures.
I'm excited about going to College in just a few weeks. I have no idea what to expect, Amy never shared any of her experiences with me when she started three years ago. I have one concern though, the girls in college are different from the girls in high school. Mom brought me up to be very respectful to the girls I date, and I have been. Mom also tells me how incredibly well-mannered Dad was, and she expects the same from me.
I was only three years old when Dad was killed in a training accident. I really do not remember him at all. I don't even remember being held in his arms. But when Mom talks about him, I pay attention. She reminds me constantly that he would want to make sure I was a gentleman, and I have always been a gentleman, especially with my dates and relationships that develop.
That is where my concern about College comes into play, I have lots of experience playing around as far as teenagers are willing to go, but I am still a virgin. My girlfriends have been very much like me, wanting to push the envelope as far as we can, but neither of us were ready to cross that final line. Once I'm in College, I know that line will be crossed, and I hope I will be able to make it the perfect experience.
With that in mind, I stumbled into a plan that will prepare me for sexual experiences and even get me some revenge which I feel I am deserving of. I short while ago, Mom and a several other mom's went with the basketball team to an away tournament. I had this terrible thought when Amy unexpectedly showed up at home just before we left, that something was up with her. So, I creatively set her computer up to record her room whenever there was some motion or noise going on.
What I recorded was shocking at the very least. At first, I was pissed at both my sister and my stepdad. I never would have believed the two of them would ever have a sexual relationship, boy was I ever wrong. I will say from what audio I could retrieve; it was the first time it happened. Honestly speaking, I was not all that impressed, I have seen much better porn than what they were capable of.
Given this opportunity, I decided it is time to blackmail my sister into teaching me about sex. It's not like I am worried about ruining our relationship, hell nothing exists between us! For this to happen, all I needed was the perfect opening to make it work.
Sometimes luck just falls into your lap! Mom and Micheal plan to go away for a long weekend to celebrate their anniversary. Better yet, that weekend just happens to be the last weekend before I leave for college.
All I have to do at this point, is to inform my darling sister she needs to come home for that weekend and enjoy teaching her baby brother about the particulars of sex. She is beautiful, I'm sure I won't have a problem getting up for the situation so to speak! I also intend to treat her like a true girlfriend, I want her to feel special. She will probably never speak to me again, but I really don't think she intends to do that down the road anyway.
I'm looking forward to calling her, just wish I could be there to see her reaction firsthand!
Chapter One -- Kyle Calling Amy
Why is Kyle trying to call me? Three times now I have pushed him straight into voice mail. Yet he continues to call. If he calls again maybe I should take it, what if something has happened to Mom and that's why he is calling.
Once again Amy is being Amy, she won't take my call. I know she is out of classes for the day and her roommates won't be home until later. I am trying to be polite and call her when she has privacy. I didn't plan on her not taking my call, what an idiot.
Plan B. I'll just text and tell her to look in the Dropbox I set up on her phone. Then call me back.
That fucking little prick! I've only made one mistake in my life and that piece of shit somehow recorded it! He is not going to like this phone call.
"Kyle, you are so lucky you are not near me right now. I would rip your eyes out and kick you so hard in the balls they pop out of your mouth."
"Well Amy, not really the words I was expecting, but you still have a problem to deal with."
"My only problem dear brother is finding a suitable place to bury your stinking body!"
"I have a much more pleasant solution Amy. You can personally scrub my phone and computer if you come home this weekend and this little situation will be forever forgotten."
