Dare you, Sis
I hated my brother. He spent my formative years embarrassing me and humiliating me in front of his older friends, many of whom I fancied, or had crushes on. He used my nicknames from when I was a little kid, told stories of the silly things I did and tried everything he could to exclude me.
Perhaps that's typical sibling rivalry. Perhaps I was a pain and wouldn't give him his own space - a typical little sister - but it hurt me.
However, at my eighteenth birthday party, he came up to me and embraced me. "Little sis. You've been a pain in my arse for years now, but you've grown up. You're a fully grown woman. Time we put all that behind us and started to move on. Time to be adults."
I hugged him back, relieved that he finally seemed ready to stop seeing me as a kid. It would be so good to just get on with life, not worry that every boyfriend would be regaled with stories about me, shown embarrassing photos or have all my childhood crushes revealed. Perhaps we could double-date, get together for meals. He could date my friends and I could date his. We could discuss politics and art, not who had the last biscuit or spent longer in the bathroom.
He might even help me settle in at University. We were not a wealthy family, and living away from home would have been impossible. Mum made ends meet - just - and Jamie's job in a local pub, and my serving job at a local pizza restaurant gave us a bit extra. It still wasn't enough, but it meant we could work towards our degrees at the same local University.
It was a few days after my eighteenth that a strange chain of events began.
Mum was out working. She was always working. Since dad left when we were just kids, she had no choice. I went to the bathroom, only to find there were no towels. Jamie must have one in his room. I had heard him showering earlier, and was pretty certain he would have gone to Uni now, so I stomped down the landing to his room, wearing my shorts and vest pyjamas.
I didn't bother knocking - after all, I was sure he would be out. I opened the door and walked straight in. Then I stood and gawped at what I saw. I shouldn't have. I should have turned and left immediately, but I was so amazed that I just stood in stunned disbelief.
He was lying on the bed, naked, with his laptop open beside him. His penis was erect and his hand was wrapped around it. I caught a glimpse of the laptop screen - it was a picture of a naked woman. A woman I recognised. My best friend, Emma.
I looked from him to her, realising that she must have taken the picture - it was clearly a selfie - and sent it to him. I should have looked at his face, but my eyes were drawn to his 'thing'. It was impressive - not that I had much experience - but it looked large, based on the online porn I had looked at, and giggly conversations with girlfriends. I also found it attractive.
He got past the shock first, reacting in his usual, angry manner.
"Fuck off. Get out of my room. For fuck's sake, Bex."
He jumped off the bed and came towards me, intent on pushing me out of the room and slamming the door. I reacted first, dashing away before he got to me and running down the corridor to my room and shutting the door.
My stomach was fluttering and I was breathless. We were not a family who wandered around naked. I couldn't remember the last time I saw my brother naked - and now, to find him masturbating over a picture of my best friend.
I giggled. I was a bit upset with Emma. I would have to ask how she came to be sending him these photos, but the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous tension, always made me giggly - and catching him like that would lead to endless teasing (in private, of course).
There was a knock on my door and Jamie walked in, now wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt.
"What the fuck are you playing at. You know you don't come into my room. That's my space. My private space."
I explained the situation, and he seemed to accept my perspective. However, I still could not stop the bubbling giggles which overtook me. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself.
"Now what's so bloody funny?" He snapped.
"Sorry," I tittered, "Just seeing you like that." I glanced at his shorts, and a new fit of laughter overcame me. He looked down, and realised that although he was covered, the outline of his semi-erect member was clearly framed, resting on the material like a banana.
He adjusted himself, in an effort to hide his embarrassment. "Well. You're not much better." He indicated my boobs, and I looked down, seeing my nipples protruding proudly against the material. They were very erect, and it made me aware that, in fact, I had been quite turned on by seeing him. I could even feel a little moisture between my thighs.
I decided to go on the attack. "How did you get a picture of Emma?"
He blushed. "It's not really her. Just a model's body with her face. Don't tell her, for fuck's sake. I edited a photo, that's all. It's just for me, no-one else."
"Hmm..." I pretended to think, "I wonder what she'd think. So much bribery material."
"Don't you fucking dare." In truth, I would never tell her. She would be mortified, and it just wasn't the sort of thing we discussed. She disliked Jamie anyway - she had watched him tease me over the years and knew what he was like. Still. So much ammunition.
"You owe me, little sis."
I laughed. "Bollocks."
"You've seen me, now it's my turn to see you."
"Piss off."
Just then, the front door opened. Mum was home from work - a night shift. Jamie glared at me as I smiled triumphantly, and stalked back to his room.
Mum made breakfast, which was a tense affair. Jamie kept glaring at me, and I just focused on eating. Perhaps sausages were an unfortunate choice, because as I looked at them on my plate, they kept morphing in my mind, growing larger, more pink. One end swelled and turned reddish purple, with a small slit at the end, and I shuffled two pieces of cauliflower to the other end. The cloud like surface transformed into a bag of wrinkled skin, containing two oval lumps.
Afterwards, rather than sitting downstairs, watching TV, as I usually did, I returned to my room. I kept picturing Jamie, lying back, naked, stroking himself. My hand slipped down the front of my shorts and touched the wetness between my legs. My hand slipped between the lips of my slit, finding that hard little button that felt so good to touch. I started rubbing it, picturing Jamie, and started thinking of other boys I knew. How good it would be to see them naked.
I guess I'm very naïve. Certainly, compared to Emma I am. She had had several boyfriends and had sex with them. She's seven months older than me, and started fucking as soon as she could. She's very sexy, and likes to wear revealing clothes that show off plenty of skin. In truth, it wouldn't have surprised me if she had posed naked for photos. She was one of those people who treated the human body as totally natural. "I'm comfortable in my skin" she always said.
I was different. Mum had brought us up to be secretive about our bodies, and we always covered up around the house. Not like Emma. She said her family were always wandering around naked and no-one thought anything of it.
