Siblings

I Hate You! – Chapter 4

General, Plot Only, Siblings, Straight |

I Hate You! – Chapter 4

“Yeah. We’re sorry,” Jake said after he and Mom listened to my monologue about the situation and how we were burying the hatchet.

Mom looked at both of us to size up the situation, shrugged, and said, “I heard this promise before. Seeing is believing.”

I checked out Jake’s reaction as she continued with whatever she was doing. He didn’t show much emotion, so I guessed he felt the same as me about it. A good thing was at least that Mom hadn’t noticed the switch we made. I was a bit scared that she’d immediately notice. Because that’s what moms allegedly notice right away. Another myth busted.

We gathered our breakfast at the table, and I was immediately annoyed. Jake was stocking up on carbs, something I avoided like the plague to stay in shape. But I couldn’t say anything about it with Mom around. I ate my usual fruit and protein shake, causing Jake to look funny at me.

“You really take this making-up seriously, don’t you?” Mom said as she walked by and looked quizzically at us.

I mumbled a soft “Yeah,” and Jake just nodded his head. Mom rolled her eyes, sat at the table, and said, “Look. I need you two to get along. You don’t have to be besties, but at least get along. Because after I’m gone, your brother or sister is all you’ve got. I don’t have any, but I sure wish I did.”

“You’re right, Mom,” Jake said, “we talked about it, and we really wanna stop fighting. It’s difficult enough as it is, right?”

Damn! That really sounded like something I could say! That little twerp was a hell of an actor. I simply nodded when I saw Mom started to smile.

“Good! I really hope you make it work this time. I’m off to Darlene for the rest of the day. You two can manage today without tearing down the house?” Mom said as she stood up.

“Can I use the computer in the study today?” I asked, “I need to do some research for school.”

Mom had taken our laptops during one of our previous fights, and we’d get them back when we could behave again. So, besides my telephone, the central iMac in our study was my only access to a decent computer screen.

“Yeah. Me too,” Jake added.

“Alright. You can,” Mom said mischievously, “you two can work out a schedule together and show me you get along.”

I glanced at Jake, and he simply shrugged. But when our eyes met, we both knew we’d have the opportunity to start searching for what had happened. So I smiled at Mom and said, “Of course! We’ll work it out together, right, Sis?”

Jake didn’t respond immediately, but after a few moments, he realized I was talking to him. He caught on and said, “No problem. Promise!”

Jake and I did the dishes together and made sure that Mom noticed how hard we tried to be kind to each other. I deliberately overdid it a little, so she wouldn’t get suspicious.

“I’ll be back at around five, okay?” Mom said as she kissed us on our cheeks.

“Say hi to Darlene for us,” Jake said.

“Bye, Mom!” I said, and moments later, the door closed, and we were alone.

Jake looked at me questioningly and asked, “What assignment did I miss?”

I was tempted to make something up, but I managed to refrain from it at the very last second. Instead, I decided to keep it light and said, “You didn’t. I just wanna try and figure out what happened to us. Although peeking this way is easier, I want my body back. Especially with you munching down all these carbs!”

“Oh. Right!” he said, clearly feeling stupid. And after a few moments, “What do you mean with these carbs?”

“I’ll get fat eating all the shit you put in your mouth this morning!” I said and tried to smile.

“Fat? You’re not fat! Not in a long shot! You look fucking amazing. Trust me, I know now,” he chuckled.

“But…” I tried but was interrupted by Jake.

“I eat the same stuff, and I’m not fat! You need carbs for your muscles and other important parts of your body. And trust me, boys don’t like skinny girls. There need to be curves. And you’ve got them in all the right places.”

Jake blushed a little after saying that, and I knew he was serious about it. And he did have a point. His body looked almost perfect. But wasn’t there a difference between boys and girls on that part?

“But all my friends do this. And I read online about…”

“Stop it. Just because your friends do it doesn’t make it right. And there’s just as many articles online about why you should eat carbs! You just need to make sure to exercise enough. But you’ve got that covered!”

I didn’t have anything to say about that. Deep down, I knew he was right. So I looked him in the eyes and asked, “You really think I look good?” and blinked like an anime girl.

Jake started laughing and grabbed his boobs again. He jiggled them and said, “You’re the hottest girl in class. And these make you look even better. Trust me!”

We were quiet for a few moments when I realized how honest and open we were to each other now. And there was still that one important question on my mind. And I decided to just drop it on the table. So I looked at Jake and asked, “Why do you keep calling me slut and skank and a tease? It hurts, you know?”

The look on Jake’s face changed immediately. It wasn’t anger, but close to it. It was more between disappointment and anger.

He sucked a deep breath, waited a moment, and said, “Because you sucked and fucked Brian on your first date. And you let Steve touch your boobs during homecoming. I thought you were smarter than that. I felt so angry and disappointed after hearing this. I mean… my own sister. The funny girl that I used to play with when she was younger. Talk about feeling hurt!”

This struck me like lightning! I knew a few rumors were going around, but I never realized they were about me, let alone about me being an easy tramp.

I felt tears of anger and injustice of it all well up. And as a tear rolled down my cheek, I whispered softly, “You never asked me.”

“What do you mean?” Jake asked with a stunned look on his face.

“You never asked me about what happened,” I kept on whispering and fighting back the tears.

“Why would I? Brian and Steve were pretty clear in the locker room about what happened!”

“You wanna know what happened? During our ‘date,’ Brian wouldn’t take no for an answer and tried to grab one of my boobs. So I grabbed him by the balls and told him to fuck off. That was it!””

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I told this. Jake’s eyes were wide, and his face was flushed.

“I figured that would be the end, and we haven’t talked since. And Steve? We went to get hot dogs together during homecoming. That was all,” I said.

Jake was quiet for a few moments. His face was filled with anger, and he softly asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what? That Brian assaulted me? It would’ve only got you in trouble, and to me, it was the end of it. And tell you that I ain’t a slut? You never even gave me a chance!”

“Fuck, Kate! I’m SO sorry! I never… I’m such an idiot!” Jake said and started crying himself.

He quickly wiped his tears and came over to hug me. In my ear, he whispered, “I’m gonna fuck that Brian up so hard, his ass will be on backward. I promise! We’re gonna make sure everyone knows he’s a liar and a molesting asshole!”

“Don’t. I don’t want any trouble over this. That pencil dick isn’t worth it!”

We sat there hugging for a bit longer. Eventually, Jake got up, looked at me, and kissed me tenderly on my cheek. “I’m really sorry! It just never occurred to me he’d be lying. I was too shocked about it.”

“It’s okay, I guess. Just talk to me next time.”

“I promise. And now that I’m you, I’m going to embarrass the hell out of that jackass!” Jake said, smiling broadly, “Oh! And you’re right. He IS a pencil dick!”

“I didn’t feel much in his pants, so it was a wild guess. So I guessed right?”

“You sure did! He’s even smaller than Danny,” Jake chuckled.

Danny was in our class and skipped a grade, so he was over a year younger than Brian. The thought of this boyish dick between his legs lightened my mood considerably.

“I’m glad we had this talk,” I said to Jake, “we’re good now?”

“Duh! I feel so stupid for believing that piece of shit over you! Yeah. Of course! We’re good!” he smiled and kissed me on my forehead, which was a bit awkward but oddly touching.

After he stood up and I checked out my ass in these short, tight jeans, feeling pleased with how I looked, I said, “Let’s try to find out what happened to us, okay?”

We went into the study and browsed the internet for the next few hours.

Copyright 2023 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

Aliquantum tardioris starter est, sed post hoc interest

7

I Hate You! – Chapter 4 Read More »

I Hate You! – Chapter 3

General, Plot Only, Siblings, Straight, Teens |

I Hate You! – Chapter 3

“So… how do we do this?” Jake asked as we entered my room.

I was still dressed in just Jake’s multi-colored boxers but didn’t feel the need to get dressed. I enjoyed the feeling of walking around topless, something I hadn’t done in a while.

“Let’s wear this,” I said as I handed him my short jeans and a shirt, “You’re used to wearing that. Well… not that short, but you know what I mean… And you need a bra. Obviously,” I said as I checked out my firm B, almost C-cup breasts that were loose inside my tank top and couldn’t be missed this way.

“I just take off the top?” Jake asked with a questioning and insecure look on his face.

I figured he’d already checked out my boobs by now. But apparently, he’d only felt and cupped them yet. I was oddly touched by this, and I didn’t feel any apprehension for my brother to see my boobs. He’d see them anyway, so why not with me around? So I said, “Yeah. Take it off. I’ll show you how to put on a bra.”

Jake hesitated momentarily, but I could see in his eyes that he didn’t want to miss this opportunity. So he grabbed the bottom of my top, pulled it over his head, and exposed my wobbly fourteen-year-old breasts. And I realized by seeing them like this that they looked pretty damned impressive. Full and firm with upward pointing, perfectly proportioned nipples. They were close to a C-cup but nowhere near sagging and still proudly defying gravity.

It wasn’t erotic or anything. I was just using my first opportunity to look at my boobs from a different angle. I’ll probably miss these the most if we never switch back.

“Like what you see?” Jake chuckled.

“Huh!?” I asked but immediately noticed the tightness in my underwear again.

I looked down, and sure enough, I had another boner! I was getting a bit annoyed about it, so I asked, “What the fuck, Jake? Why does this keep happening?”

He just shrugged and said, “Dunno. I get them all the time. I can only guess that you like what you see…”

I thought about it briefly and said, “Maybe. But… maybe it’s YOUR body that likes what it sees…”

“What do you mean?”

“I like my boobs, but not like… you know,” I smiled as I looked down, “But I can imagine that you’re more… interested?”

Jake started blushing, and after a few seconds, he simply nodded and said, “Guess so. They look awesome…”

He said that last bit very softly, and I saw him struggling. I decided not to dwell on it, but I was extremely intrigued by his reaction. A plan formed quickly. I liked looking at myself like this and wanted to see how my recently bought bra and thong combination looked on me. And I could tease Jake some more by doing so.

So I opened my drawer and reached into the back of it. I fished out my red, laced bra and thong, and held them in front of me. “Take off my… your panties too and wear this,” I said, seeing the awkwardness oozing from his face.

“But that’s a… thong! Won’t it wedge between my cheeks?” he asked, obviously trying to find a way out of this.

“Don’t be a wuss! They’re comfortable enough. Trust me!”

Jake was always a bit of a manly boy. He hated doing everything that was even remotely gay. He wasn’t a caveman but wasn’t very open-minded, either. I figured it had everything to do with not having a male role model in his life, but seeing him act all manly was a bit annoying at times. This thong clearly qualified as not masculine.

“Does Mom know you have this?” he kept trying, but then I noticed something clicked inside his head as he figured out he’d be naked.

“She doesn’t have to know everything. Does she know about your browser history?” I smiled.

This caused him to smile too, and he started taking off his panties. As he stood straight, I could see myself in all its glory. And I noticed Jake had his eyes glued to the full-length mirror and was blushing furiously. Inside my underwear, my boner was twitching and throbbing, which actually felt pretty nice.

“Don’t…” Jake started and cleared his throat, “don’t you have hairs everywhere yet?”

“I do. But I shave. I don’t like how it feels with hair around my lips. Just the small patch above it is enough for me,” I said, feeling quite proud of my appearance.

Before all this, I was insecure about my body. I always found something that wasn’t just right. But seeing myself like this shined a whole new light on that insecurity. I looked great! That much was true, and there was no denying in that!

“You look amazing, Kay!” Jake whispered.

“Thank you!” I said, surprised by his honesty, and gave him a hug.

I felt his boobs press against my chest and my boner pressed against his pubic bone. If the situation wasn’t this weird already, this hug sure would’ve done the trick.

So I quickly let go and handed him my thong. He pulled it up and looked a bit surprised when he was done.

“This isn’t as bad as I thought it would be!” he smiled, a bit surprised.

“Told ya!” I laughed and handed him my bra.

After some explanation and a few attempts, he managed to close the bra himself. And he looked absolutely smoking in the red bra and thong. I feared it would look cheap or trashy, but the opposite was true.

After he was done putting on his t-shirt and jeans, my boner had gone down almost completely, but a dark spot was visible in front of my underwear.

“Is that…” I asked tentatively.

Jake blushed and said, “Precum, yeah…”

“Oh wow…”

“Yeah… I know… You need a clean pair. Let’s go to my room,” Jake said, sounding embarrassed, and opened the door.

He didn’t seem to be too upset, which was good. I didn’t want to make too much of a fuzz about this, and Jake behaved way less like… Jake than I expected, so I followed him.

When we entered my room, he asked, “Uhm… you’re not getting like… your period any time soon, are you?”

I laughed at the awkwardness and asked, “No. Had mine last week. Why?”

“I feel a bit funny, that’s all.”

“You’ll get used to it,” I smiled, “girls feel funny all the time about everything!”

This caused him to laugh, and he opened his drawer to grab a fresh pair of boxers. He motioned for me to drop mine, which I did after positioning myself in front of his mirror. He got to see it all, so why wouldn’t I?

When the small pubic bush came into view, and more and more of his dick appeared, I realized I wanted to see my brother’s naked body. I still don’t know why, but this thought didn’t bother me at all at the time. I already established that his upper body was nicely proportioned, and his developing muscles were really easy on the eye.

The moment my boxers hit the floor, and I could look at my brother’s body in all its glory, I couldn’t help myself. He looked fabulous! More than that, actually. His dick looked to be about four inches, and his balls were visible in his loose and hairless sack. The cut glans was reddish and a bit blunt but looked big on his shaft.

It was actually the first real-life dick I ever saw in my life. Of course, I’ve seen plenty online and in porn, but seeing one for real was different. And what was even better was that I just had to look down and see it better and from a different angle.

“Uhm… Kay? What’s the girl’s version of a boner?” Jake giggled sheepishly and with a flushed face.

I looked at him to size him up and said, “Uhm… I don’t know… it’s, uhm… sensitive nipples? Butterflies in your stomach? A bit of moist… uhh… wetness in your… you know…” I stammered and looked at his crotch, feeling awkward about the subject.

“Then I think I’ve got a boner from looking at my own naked body,” he chuckled.

I felt relieved that he thought it was funny, which made me feel a lot less stressed about it all. So I also started giggling and replied, “Feels weird, right? Being turned on by your own body?”

“Yeah… but what a fine-looking body it is…” he said with a straight face.

I looked at him to size him up, and the moment our eyes met, we burst into laughter. I liked how his penis jiggled as I moved my body, and it looked cool from this angle.

And then, a thought popped into my head as Jake held out a fresh pair of boxers for me to wear. I didn’t feel much apprehension anymore, so I asked, “I can pee standing up now! And I think I need to pee…”

“Uhm… yeah… you can,” Jake said with a puzzled face.

“I wanna try that! Can you help me?”

“Sure,” he shrugged, apparently not getting my excitement.

We headed over to the bathroom. I was still naked, but we weren’t worried about getting caught. Mom never got up here unless we were making way too much noise. She slept downstairs, and once a week, she checked if we cleaned our rooms. Thursdays was laundry and bathroom cleaning day. But other than that, she hardly came up here.

I enjoyed the feeling of the swaying dick in front of me as I opened the door. I was surprised at how easy it was to walk around in the buff. I figured it must be because of the fact that I wasn’t in my own body. Because if I was myself, I’d never even consider doing this. I loved lounging naked in my room. Alone. But now that I did it with my brother around, I had to admit that it felt awesome!

It wasn’t that I was disconnected from my body or anything. It was just that it somehow didn’t bother me. It didn’t even feel weird when Jake was openly examining my own naked body in the mirror. It was a bit difficult to pinpoint, but it seemed like parts of us had merged into one or something. I couldn’t explain it, but my swaying dick was the reason for this realization and epiphany.

“I never knew I had such a tight, round ass,” Jake said with amusement in his voice as he walked behind me.

“I guess we found at least one advantage of our… situation,” I giggled.

We entered the bathroom, and I stepped in front of the toilet. I pushed my hips forward a bit and asked, “And now I just let it go?”

“No. You… uhm… need to grab ‘it’ and aim. You don’t want to miss the bowl and piss off Mom,” he replied.

I was fascinated by all of this, so I grabbed ‘my’ dick and marveled at how good it felt in my fingers. This was actually the first time I consciously held it and wasn’t freaking out as I did. It was thicker and firmer than I expected before all this. And it was also way more flexible. I could point it at just about anything.

But I didn’t want to make it too awkward for Jake, and I really wanted to know how it felt to pee like this, so I relaxed my bladder and felt the liquid start flowing through my dick. A heartbeat later, the stream of piss left my dick and splattered into the toilet bowl. I was amazed by how all of it felt. The flow of liquid inside my dick, the ability to spray just about everywhere by just pointing my dick toward it, and the relief it gave me at the same time. I never knew pissing could be this different between boys and girls.

As the force of my stream died down, and only drops came out of the tip, I asked Jake, “And now what? Do I need to wipe it or something?”

“Just shake off the drops.”

I started shaking my dick a couple of times, and as I squeezed it to push out the last drops, I felt it grow a little in my hand.

“Just shake it, don’t jack it!” Jake giggled beside me as he looked down.

“What do you mean?”

“Just shake it a bit. Don’t overdo it. When you pee with other guys around you, you don’t wanna bone up or make them think you’re spanking it.”

“Ah. I see. And now what?” I asked as I flushed the toilet.

“Here,” Jake said and handed me his boxers, “we need to go and eat now, okay? Otherwise, Mom could get suspicious.”

“You’re right. Let’s do this!”

I pulled up the boxers and immediately realized why men always cup their junk after that. After my dick settled inside the fabric of my boxers, I dressed in shorts and a plain white t-shirt, Jake’s favorite outfit, and we went downstairs.

Copyright 2023 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

Sunt tardius incipiens ad adepto

5

I Hate You! – Chapter 3 Read More »

I Hate You! – Chapter 2

General, Plot Only, Siblings, Teens |

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.

Copyright 2023 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

Ibi est aliquid cerritulus cacas agatur

7

I Hate You! – Chapter 2 Read More »

I Hate You! – Chapter 1

General, Plot Only, Siblings, Teens |

I Hate You! – Chapter 1

I hate You!
By
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.

Copyright 2023 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

Si nondum invenisti, prima linea e cantu tuo est

7

I Hate You! – Chapter 1 Read More »

Scroll to Top