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Day: April 19, 2023

I Hate You!

Today, I released my latest story ‘I Hate You!’ The premise isn’t exactly original, but I really like how it turned out with the little twists and turns I added. I won’t reveal the premise here, but I’m sure you’ll recognize it when you read the story.

It’s a nine-chapter story, but a little warning is in order here. I was focused on keeping it short and tidy. But as always, I didn’t manage. It turned out as a small novella at 25K words. The first couple of chapters is plot-only. If you’re just here for a quick ‘pipe-cleaning session,’ I recommend waiting for the last four chapters. But if you’re into a little build-up and interested to see how a story develops: Have fun!

Another (again!? Yes, again!) big shout-out to E-o-F!! He helped me out with some ideas and always manages to fish out the typos. Thanks again, Ed!

And also a thank you to Randall Stanhope! He’s good at pointing out some flaws; this one did have a few. Thanks, Randall!!

But this time, I also had some help from Levi Holland. He was kind enough to read through it and gave me many general tips and pointers. These didn’t all make it into the story, but they will help me become a better writer in general. So, also, a big shout-out to Levi!

Thanks, guys! This all helps a lot!

Anywho… Enjoy the new story! If you can’t find it in the menu, here’s the link.


I Hate You! – Chapter 2

I Hate You! – Chapter 2

What the hell!? Why was it so bright in my room? And what was that weird pressure inside my panties? I opened my eyes, and it took me a couple of moments to focus.

Once I managed to see what I was looking at, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was inside that little brat’s bedroom! How did he manage to move me in here without waking me? Did that asshole drug me or something? And after a few more moments, I noticed that the pervert even took off my tank top!

And what did he stick inside my panties? It felt like the handle of my hairbrush or something. It felt… weird, and I just couldn’t place it. I kicked off the blankets and tried to sit up straight. But the moment the blanket hit the floor, I heard a muffled yelp in the distance. And in the corner of my eye, I noticed something strange. My boobs were missing… I was as flat as I was a few years ago.

But when I glanced further down my body, I let out a small yelp of my own. I was wearing Jake’s boxers, which were tented with… a tube of something?

I immediately lifted the waistband of his boxers, and my heart almost stopped when I saw a stiff dick with a small patch of pubes above it appear. I jumped out of bed and hurried over to the mirror.

And the person looking back at me was that shitbag of a brother. How did this asswipe pull this off? As I looked myself over in the full-length mirror, I noticed for a brief moment that his body actually looked pretty impressive. He had a starting six-pack, noticeable pecs, and a pretty decent tent inside his boxers.

But I immediately pulled myself out of these thoughts. I grabbed my head to check if I maybe was wearing a VR headset or something like that. But…. nothing. I was feeling more panicked with every passing second. I pinched myself a couple of times in an attempt to wake from this awful nightmare. I frantically started looking around for clues, and I found nothing! I was really inside my brother’s room and apparently inside his body.

Thankfully, his boner had gone down by now, making walking around easier and less distracting. I needed to get my head straight, and with an aching boner stretching out my underwear, this wasn’t an easy task.

So I sat down at his desk and started to think. What could I do? Where was Jake? Wait… if I was… then he… No matter how obvious, this thought struck me like a ton of bricks. I just realized that he must be in my body!

But… what if I was dead? Or in a coma, or… and Jake was… no more? That thought stung. I hated my brother, but I didn’t want him to be… dead! So I quickly got to my feet and walked toward the door to check out my room. But before my hand touched the door handle, I heard a soft “Kate?” come from the other side of the door in a familiar voice. Mine!

So I opened the door, and there I was! Well… my body at least. I obviously had been crying, and my face looked like I could start again any second. I stuck my head out into the hallway and pulled myself inside. I mean… Jake! No, myself, I mean… damnit!! I pulled Jake inside and closed the door behind him.

“What the fuck, Kate!?” Jake hissed loudly. “What did you do?”

“What did I do!? What did YOU do?” I replied, feeling annoyed already.

“Fuck you! I didn’t do anything,” Jake said, angry and bickering as always but clearly trying to calm down.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole!” I said, feeling myself get angrier by the second and totally not in the mood for another bashing session by my little brother.

Jake looked at me, and I could see he was trying to come up with another insult. But before he could say anything, I said, “Don’t even start, fuckface! I’m NOT in the mood for your shit! I woke up with this tiny peppermint roll inside my underwear, and now I want to know why. So don’t give me any shit, and just help me figure this out. Or leave! Either is fine with me!”

“Tiny?” he asked, surprised as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Alright. Maybe not tiny…” I said, sighing deeply and not in the mood for more fighting, “but… fuck it, Jake! I completely freaked out when I woke up!”

The hateful frown on Jake’s face started to vanish, and I saw him relax his shoulders. He also sighed deeply and said, “You’re right! We need to figure this out together. I just…”

Jake stammered, and I saw another tear in the corner of his eye. I actually felt sorry for him. The last time this happened was a very long time ago. So I decided to put our fighting in the fridge for a while. There were more urgent things that needed our attention right now.

“Let’s sit,” I said as I took a deep breath and sat on the bed as Jake took the desk chair.

Jake also sighed, softly saying, “This is so fucked up!”

I looked at Jake, and he was still dressed in panties and a tank top. I noticed how good my boobs looked in that top and how nicely the laced panties accentuated my hips.

I didn’t know what it was, but I felt that pressure in my underwear again. I looked down and realized Jake’s… I mean, my dick was growing again. But I didn’t have a clue why. So I looked at my brother, who looked wide-eyed at my crotch, and asked, “Why am I getting all these boners!?”

“I don’t know! All I know is that I’m now stuck with these,” he said and grabbed my boobs… damnit! His boobs… with both hands.

I noticed how he smiled slyly as he kneaded them. It lasted less than a second, but it couldn’t be missed.

“I guess you like what you see,” he softly said, smiling uncomfortably at me.

“I guess…” I said, feeling glad he wasn’t such a brat and trying to break the ice.

“So… what do you think happened?” Jake asked.

“Dunno. I guess maybe Mom cursed us or something,” I chuckled.

“Yeah… I noticed she took out the ouija board when we were sent upstairs last night,” he giggled.

This made me giggle too, and I realized this was actually the first time in months that we had a normal conversation. Although ‘normal’ was quite a stretch, considering the situation we were in.

We were quiet for a moment when Jake asked, “What do we do now?”

“I don’t know. Thank god it’s a Sunday, and we don’t have to go to school like this,” I said and laughed at Jake’s scrunched-up face.

“We need to find a way to turn this around,” Jake said, and that sly smile returned, “although I like how these feel.”

He grabbed his boobs again and smiled wickedly at me. I couldn’t help myself and smiled too. My boner had gone down, but watching him grab both boobs and show some cleavage as he did, caused me to feel a stir again. Was I getting hard over myself here?

“I know. But how do we do that? We need to find a way to figure it out. But… we also need to eat…” I said seriously.

Jake had his eyes on my crotch, but he didn’t seem to really be looking. And after a few moments, he softly said, “Yeah… we need to face Mom at some point today.”

“You need to be me, and I need to be you. And we need to make it sound believable too!”

“I think we can make it work. We just need to make sure we keep the time with her to a minimum,” Jake said.

I nodded and said, “And we need to pretend to still be fighting a little.”

“Or…” he said, pausing dramatically, “we tell her we talked and wanna try to stop the fighting.”

I thought about it for a little. I liked the opportunity it gave, so I said, “I like it. Maybe we can try that. Good idea, J!”

This brought a smile to his face, and he said, “But now what? We stay in our rooms? Go downstairs? Grab the ouija board?”

“We need to eat…” I repeated and smiled.

“Right…” he said insecurely, “but… uhm… what do I wear? I can’t go downstairs dressed like this.”

This made me laugh, and I said, “Damn right, you can’t! I’ll help you out. It isn’t like I haven’t seen it before…”

This caused Jake to laugh, and for the first time since I woke up, I felt a little more at ease with the situation. It was still fucked up as hell, but at least we were in this together.

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I Hate You! – Chapter 1

I Hate You! – Chapter 1

I hate You!
Jason Crow

It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside. Just not funny in a good way! Every time I see or hear my little brother, I instantly feel irritation and anger boil up. He’s acting like such an asshole lately that I want to punch him on the nose, the moment he opens his mouth.

The thirteen-year-old brat claims that it’s his duty to irritate his big sister. But during the past half year or something, things have taken a turn for the worse. Much to our mother’s frustration, we can’t talk like ordinary people anymore.

The thing is, we used to get along fine. We were born in the same year. Me in early January, and my brother Jake in mid-December. It was pretty awesome initially, and we always had to explain it. Mom always said that she was so fertile after I was born that she could get pregnant by just the blowing wind. But a couple of months after my brother was born, Dad bailed on us. Mom didn’t want to talk about it and always went silent when we asked about him. “I’ll tell you all about it one day. Just not now,” was her standard reply.

Because of our small age difference and our Arabic looks, lots of people thought we were twins, and we found it funny to keep up appearances to them. And that small age gap also meant we were into mostly the same things, and we used to play together a lot. But when I started growing boobs, everything changed.

Jake started looking at me in a different light, and whenever one of his friends stayed over, they made fun of me together. Jake even stole one of my bras once, and they used it as a slingshot to shoot stuff at me. I also noticed him trying to take sneak peeks at my boobs as time progressed.

But all these practical jokes and irritations were nothing compared to the way we were communicating now. I don’t know why or when it started, but Jake always seemed to feel the need to say something insulting. The central theme in his insults was me being a slut and a tease. I didn’t know why he kept referring to that. I was still a virgin and never went further than some heavy kissing on a date. Some boys tried to go further, but I never let them. Ever. I was in charge of my body, not them.

Admittedly, I liked to dress in the latest fashion, showing some skin and wearing skirts or tight jeans. But I wasn’t a slut. Far from it! I was way more of a prude than a slut. But no matter how much I tried to explain it to Jake, he just wouldn’t listen.

Last month, I caught him trying to look at me when I was in the shower. I gave him so much shit about it that we got to a point where we could only scream at each other. I decided not to talk to Mom about it because deep down, I actually felt a little sorry for him. I don’t know why I felt that way because he didn’t deserve it. But still…

This all accumulated to the point where we were screaming at each other in our living room. Today I learned that Jake had talked to his friends at school about ‘all my sexual escapades’ he knew about. In return, I spoke to my friends about how he still was a bedwetter when he was nine.

“ENOUGH!” Mom shouted when she came to look at what was happening.

Mom’s disappointment on her face struck me hard. She’d given it several tries to stop us from fighting all the time, but when she saw us like this, she broke. And I broke a little with her.

“Upstairs with you!” she said with fire in her eyes.

“But what about the eclipse?” Jake asked, suddenly very timid.

“I don’t give a fuck!” she responded.

Mom never swore in front of us, which was a clear indication to me that we had crossed a line and that I needed to lay low. We were about to watch the lunar eclipse together, and still, she sent us upstairs.

Mom studied hard when we were young. Her friends spent a lot of time with us, so Mom could graduate. She managed to land a job at the local university, where she started working as an astronomer. Because of her love for the stars above us, she wanted to show us the wonders of the universe. This eclipse was a great opportunity for her to do so. So she couldn’t be more disappointed than at that moment.

“But…” Jake tried.

“Go to your rooms. Now! We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” Mom said without looking at either of us.

Jake shrugged nonchalantly and walked in front of me toward the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, he stopped, looked at me, and said, “Happy? Now Mom is seriously pissed off!”

“Shut up and get your bedwetting ass upstairs!” I hissed.

He stopped a few times as he walked upstairs so I would bump into him. But I knew about his tricks, so I didn’t fall for that one.

Jake stood in front of his bedroom door and said, “Eat shit, Kate!”

“Fuck you, you little fuckface!”

We glared at each other for a few moments, trying to kill the other with just our eyes. I was feeling so angry at that little twerp that my hands were balled into fists, and my heart was trying to beat out of my chest. Then, as if we practiced it, we simultaneously said, “I hate you!”

As we said this, I felt a little shiver shoot through my body, but it hardly registered at the moment. Jake also seemed disturbed for a moment, but when he stuck up his middle finger at me and opened his door, I just shrugged and entered my room.

It was late enough to call it a night. So I changed into my regular sleeping outfit; Panties and a tank top. I watched some television on my bed for about an hour before I got under the covers and clicked off the light.

I thought about my little brother and how he managed to fuck everything up. Maybe I could be the bigger person here and try to make peace? But then again… he’s the one that started all this. Ah, well… maybe things will be better tomorrow. At least I didn’t have to sit through Mom’s lecture about the eclipse tonight. That was a plus. I closed my eyes and felt myself drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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