Thanks for the feedback, everyone! Due to popular demand, I have revised my last story, "My Sexy Sister", and have decided to tell it from my point of view. No judgment or harsh comments please.
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I was born sixteen months after my brother, Michael. Growing up he always annoyed me, but we were still able to stick together and got along despite our differences. As Michael got older, he stayed lean and very tall, and I was continuously jealous of him because I kept gaining and gaining weight due to chronic depression. I was never happy with the way I looked. By the time I turned 18, I was over 200 pounds and had size 40D breasts, but I also had my first boyfriend, named Spencer, who is now my husband. Michael had since joined the military after he graduated high school, so he was very buff and had a deep tan from his time at Basic Training in the heart of Texas.
About a month after I turned 18, I found out I was pregnant. Naturally, I was scared to death. After all, I was in my senior year of high school and Spencer and I had only been together for a year. After calling Spencer and telling him the news, I went to my brother's bedroom and poured my heart out to him.
"I don't want to be a mother yet!" I sobbed into his warm, tanned chest. My tears kept pouring, and I saw them drift down his bulging pecs and course over his brown nipples, causing them to swiftly harden as they were cooled by the tears. As I heard his heart pick up pace beneath my ear, he lifted his baseball-mitt-sized hand and caressed my face with it.
"It'll be okay, I promise. Shhh, it's okay, I'm here." He kept stroking my hair, and when I looked down at his lap, his penis was slowly tenting up his shorts. Taking this as my cue to leave, I got up and went back to my room.
"What on earth just happened?" I thought to myself as I tried to focus on the current situation as opposed to my brother's genitals. I paced back and forth as I debated my options involving my pregnancy. However, my mind kept drifting to my dear brother, whom I could actually hear across the hall, grunting.
I was both disgusted and intrigued to know he was masturbating in his room, right across the hall from me. I even halfway considered peeking in, just to see how big he was. I decided against it. I even chastised myself for having thoughts like that. What kind of sicko was I?
Six months later, it was finally the day before my graduation. I had long since told my parents about my pregnancy, and we were preparing for my baby boy, slowly but surely. In less than a month's time I was going to travel the hour down the mountain to see Spencer and stay there until after the baby was born. I was constantly sweaty, so I would usually shower twice a day, never with the bathroom door all the way shut. I hated not being able to see when I got out.
I headed for my second shower of the day when my parents told me they were going out to do some shopping. I assumed my brother had gone with them, since he usually did. I took my time and lathered up with my vanilla-scented body wash, letting the suds cascade down my swelling breasts and engorged belly. That's when I saw my brother's reflection in the mirror, through the frosted shower doors.
"Now is the moment of truth," I thought. Was I going to call him out, or was I going to let him have his fill? I decided the latter, and watched him out of the corner of my eye as he picked up my red and black lacy bra, my favorite. He glanced at the shower to see if I was looking and he dashed out. I stood there, amazed, wondering if he'd bring it back. Sure enough, I heard his footsteps coming back towards the bathroom. I stopped the water and started stepping out of the shower when I saw my bra come flying through the open doorway.
