Hi, my name is Meghan Conner. Just a couple of months before my fifth birthday I found myself in the waiting room of the hospital maternity ward. My mom was to give birth to my first sibling, and I was so excited, but nervous as well hoping it would be a girl. Mom and dad did not want to know the sex of the baby, which I never could figure out why. I remember my dad coming out of the room with the brightest smile on his face. He stood so tall, and he was so handsome. He picked me up and said I had a brother. I was not enthused, but played along. When we went into the room, and I saw him for the first time, something happened. I knew we would be best friends, because he smiled at me. I asked what they named him, and they said Brad, after my grandfather.
When we brought little Brad home, my dad had to return to work. He was an attorney, and worked long hours sometimes, so I became my moms helper. I would shadow her, in hopes she would ask me to hold him, or watch him. During these times, it felt as my new brother and I could communicate non-verbally to each other. I could almost feel what he wanted to say, and he would just smile at me, grabbing onto my long red hair, and stare into my eyes.
Around my seventh birthday, we received the worse news of our lives. My father had been shot outside of his office, and the police had no leads, or evidence to point them to a suspect. My mom almost shut down, and I took over taking care of Brad. He was way too young to know what was going on, and it helped me through my grief. I idolized my father in ways a young girl shouldn't. I always thought I would find someone like him one day, and get married. Now my prince was gone, and I felt my dreams fading as well.
My mom began to change emotionally. She was no longer this warm person, and after about a year after my dads death, she was dating a guy named Joe. From what she would tell me later in life, Joe was her first love so to speak. He dated her in high school, and when she went to college, was still dating him. She went to a party and met my father, and she was captivated by him. She would tell me how handsome he looked in his letter-mans jacket, as he was a football star. She would get a sparkle in her eye when she would tell me about that night they met. Soon after, Joe was history in my moms life, and he has always told my mom that she was stupid for leaving him, and he would never love another woman but her. Soon after they started dating again, they were married. They just went to the courthouse and did it there in a civil ceremony, never telling anyone, especially my brother and I.
Right after they married is when he started hitting us. He always called us bastard children, and laugh in our faces that we would never be good enough to call him daddy. Of course he did this when mom wasn't around, and she never believed us, blaming us for being jealous.
When I turned ten, Joe started drinking heavily, and when he did he became more violent. He hit my mom with closed fist, and he would rape her, as she would scream to get off her. That is when I started taking Brad into my closet and covering him up so he wouldn't hear or see it. I would hold him close and sing lullabies to him, rubbing his back and pulling him deeper into me. Remembering my dad, how he was so gentle and tender to me, I wanted Brad to feel that, so he could be that way, and not like Joe who was filled with anger and rage. There would be times when he would come after that bastard son of hers as he called Brad, and instead I would give up my body for him to punish. I didn't want Brad to feel this, or know what it was like. I knew each time Joe would beat me, Brad would be looking through the slats in the door at me, crying and wishing Joe dead.
When I as 17, my body developed considerably. My breasts grew to a firm 34 B cup, my ass filled out my jeans better, and I had many wet dreams. It seemed I always dreamed of the same guy, and he was a close model between my brother and father. I noticed my brother would try and steal glances at me when he could. I would just smile at him and tell him he was being a bad boy. He would run into his room embarrassed. I always wondered if he jerked off to me. I know what you are thinking, I am a naughty girl.
One of the last times Joe ever touched me, we were in the closet again. I could feel a change in my brothers breathing, and he was holding me closer to him, not the other way around. After Joe was finished with my mom he came storming up the stairs, looking for us. When he opened the closet door, he grabbed me and slapped me hard. I went flying across the room, and didn't see exactly what happened, but I saw my brother and Joe going out my door with arms around each other. Then I heard some noises and my mom scream. I went to the top of the stairs, and seen that my brother and Joe had tumbled down the stairs. My brother was holding his shoulder, and Joe was out cold. I called the cops and Joe was arrested. My mom was so furious at me, and almost kicked me out. She was so afraid of what he would do when he came back home.
When he got out of jail, he behaved for a few months, until at least I graduated. That's when I decided to move out and go far away to another state to attend college. I remember my brother was so upset that i was leaving. I had noticed he had been watching me closely the past few years, and he appreciated how I looked. I felt like I owed him for getting Joe off me that day. I also knew, I loved my brother in a way nobody could ever realize. He was beginning to look like my dad. He had grown to almost six foot now, and had broad shoulders. He needed to put some weight on, but he was so down all the time, he hardly ate. His hair and eyes were even the same color as my dads. This feeling came over me and I felt aroused for a slight moment. I felt sick to my stomach, thinking I was a perv for feeling aroused for my brother, or was it the thought of my father? Either way, I was a sick person for thinking it.
I went into my brothers room and sat on his bed. I looked at him sleeping and started to feel tears well up in my eyes. "I'm so sorry that I am leaving, but I hope you understand Brad. I love you and will come back for you, I promise." I leaned down and pulled his covers up a little and kissed him on the lips. He started to move, but just to turn a little in his sleep. "Sweet dreams little brother" I whispered softly. As I turned around, I noticed Joe in the doorway, smirking at me. I walked up to him and told him to get out of my way.
He held my arm and jerked me into my bedroom, "So, you got a thing for your brother? And they call me the sick one."
I could feel my anger building up inside me, and could not believe the words escaping my lips when I said, "He is more of a man then you will ever be Joe. He is loving, and he knows how to treat a woman. No, I don't have a thing for my brother," I felt like I was lying to myself more than anything, "but I love him with all my heart, and if men act like you, I will never want to be with a man ever!"
He just laughed and walked away, not before he hit the wall beside my head, trying to intimidate me.
My first couple of months were spent mostly with my nose in my books studying. I would call on occasion to talk to Brad, but Joe always told me he was out. I knew he was most likely trying to keep us apart, and he avoided letting either of us have cellphones. So keeping in touch would have to be letters, since internet wasn't allowed except to Joe. During this time in college, I had a few first dates, and hardly ever had a second date. Most guys were only wanting my assets, and I wasn't willing to give them to just anyone. I felt like I was in college to get my education, so I could afford a place for me and my brother to get away from Joe and mom. So instead I focused on school work.
Around Thanksgiving, I called mom to let her know when I would be coming home. She sounded a little distraught, and told me not to come.
"Mom, I haven't seen you or brad since I left, I miss you." I said almost in tears.
She responded shakily, and softly, "I think you should stay and so does your brother. Things are going so well here. Joe and Brad are becoming close, and I am afraid it might mess things up."
