Jenni and Johnny are siblings born one year apart. Growing up, their mutual animosity magnified to such an extent that they could barely be in the same room without fighting like cat and dog. As they aged they grew even further apart; their personalities diverged until, by the end of high school, they lived in completely different worlds. Jenni, the younger sibling, was a social animal, negotiating the myriad contingencies of teenage life; she was outgoing, cheerful and athletic. Johnny was quite the reverse; antisocial and a refuse-nik, his world comprised of heavy rock and computer games. And internet porn, naturally.
They tried to avoid each other as much as possible and when they did occasionally meet, at home or in the corridors of the community college, they exchanged barely a grunt or a flick of the eyes as greeting. Any more than the briefest contact would inevitably lead to sniping, sneering and bickering. So it was a huge surprise to Johnny when he noticed one day, quite out of the blue, that his annoying little sister had blossomed into a breath-sappingly beautiful eighteen year-old woman.
For a while his mind was turned upside-down and his days were spent dealing with the dilemma of being attracted to his drop-dead-gorgeous sister and his shame at being such an evil-minded deviant. Despite the self-loathing, despite the mental recriminations, despite his conscience arguing against his perverted desires, he developed an all-consuming crush on Jenni. This secret he kept perfectly well hidden until one day he made a fatal mistake.
After lessons had ended, Johnny was bullshitting with a couple of his friends in front of the main college building when he heard his sister's name being called. He turned his head and was faced with the jaw-dropping vision of Jenni happily jogging down the wide steps that lead down from the double-doors, known colloquially as The Gates of Hell. He watched, mesmerised, as her long smooth legs carried her slinky frame down each step, her tartan skirt flapping dangerously high, her flawlessly round boobs dancing under her jumper in a haphazard variety of directions. She jumped down the last few steps and Johnny's head nodded in unison as her boobs appeared to go "bazoingggggg" up and down as she ran passed him to her own group of friends. It was at this point that his goggle-eyed, drooling stare was noticed. By almost everyone. And anyone who hadn't noticed soon had their attention drawn to it by the air-raid-siren voice of Bethany who called out:
"Ewwww, Jenni, your smelly loser brother is like totally checking you out?!" Jenni turned aghast to see Johnny's face turn crimson.
"Get your eyes of her tits, weirdo!" Another girl's voice rang clear through the growing murmur of insults and indignation and mocking laughs.
Jenni's gaggle of fake-tanned girl friends cackled with malicious glee and Jenni joined in laughing and screamed, "Fuck off, you freak!"
"Fuck Off You Freak!" Quickly became a chant that the mob merrily adopted.
Johnny spun on his heels and walked away with his eyes glued to the sidewalk, his friends stifling their giggles as they followed. When they caught up with him they tried to make light of the crushing faux-pas they'd just witnessed.
"No one can blame you, man."
"Yeah, those beeeautiful bajoobies were bouncing all over town!"
"Shut up." Johnny snarled.
"The fuckin' bah-zongas on that bitch."
Johnny turned on his friends. "Why don't you shut the fuck up!?"
After a moment, one of them shrugged. "Your sister's hot, you can't deny it." Johnny reflected.
"True. I can't. I... just.. guess I never noticed before. Can we talk about something else now?"
For a while they walked on in awkward silence until a particularly tactless chum announced, "Man, I would bang the shit outta that!" and was rewarded with the hardest punch Johnny could muster. It wasn't much of a punch but it was enough to propel his friend into a nearby thornbush.
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Jenni arrived home from her gymnastic practice late in the evening. As she poured out a glass of juice in the kitchen she heard her parents saying they were worried about Johnny, that he'd gone off to his room hours ago and hadn't been seen since. Jenni was feeling terrible about earlier. She knew
that she'd handled it badly, but she also didn't know what else she could've done. It wasn't her fault ~ but it was weighing heavy on her heart. She walked upstairs and as she passed Johnny's room she thought she could hear a faint rhythmical movement. Was he exercising in there? That's unlike him. She got to the door of her own bedroom then turned around; she'd decided to speak to him, try to clear the air.
She turned his door handle and pushed, there was a hurried muffled sound as she entered her brother's filthy pit. Johnny was lying in bed, his duvet pulled up to his chin. He watched her enter and tried to get his breathing back to normal. It didn't help that his ultra-fit sister was wearing a skimpy sweatshirt that was stretched over her cute breasts and showing off her succulent belly along with a pair of pink yoga pants so tight as to be virtually invisible.
"Oh, you're in bed. It's a bit early for that, isn't it?" She wondered if he was ill; his face was red and he was damp with sweat.
"I was tired. Whaddya want?"
Jenni had a sip of her juice and kicked some of Johnny's litter around with the toe of her sneaker. Their eyes met, then they both looked away, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry." they both said simultaneously. They laughed.
"What are YOU sorry about?" Johnny asked.
"I would have hated being laughed at like that. All those people! I would just die!"
"That's because you care what those morons think of you."
"What about your friends though? Didn't they tease you?"
"Actually they all understood why I would... be..."
"Ogling my tits?"
"Yes. Look. I'm sorry. I... didn't mean to..."
"Ogle my tits?"
"It's just today you looked even more beautiful than usual and-"
"You think I'm beautiful? Really?" Jenni plonked herself on the edge of his bed. The movement tugged the duvet down a little, revealing Johnny's bare chest. He squirmed uncomfortably and kept his hands on his stiff dick, holding it down.
"You know you are pretty, don't be fishing for compliments."
"I'm not, I'm not. A girl likes to be told, that's all." Jenni pouted.
"I think... you're stunning. I think... you're just about the most beautiful girl I know."
"Get the fuck outta here!" She punched him playfully, a fraction of an inch away from his shamelessly erect cock. Jenni leaned back and pushed out her chest.
"I'm as surprised as you are about these puppies. They really came in over the Summer, didn't they? I was so relieved! Bethany has been teasing me for years about it, called me 'pimple-tits'."
