One of my regular chores is to do everyone’s laundry in the house. My big brother forgets to take things out of his pockets sometimes, so I have to dig through them to make sure I don’t wash anything by accident.
I picked up another pair of his dirty pants from the laundry basket, dug my hand into them, and felt something weird. What? He had a condom? Well, that wasn’t fair…I didn’t get to go around and have sex. I was barely even able to go out with my friends.
I ran up the stairs to his bedroom. “What the hell is this?” I said, smiling, and holding out the condom in front of his face. He tried to snag it from me, but I yanked back. “It’s mine now. I don’t get to go out and have sex,” I said. Why did he get to do everything?
You know what…I was going to have sex. “You’re going to fuck me,” I said, unbuckling his pants. He freaked out, weirded out by the idea, and tried to shove me, but I wouldn’t let up. I sat on top of him, and rushed to get my clothes off.
“This is happening whether you like it or not,” I said, arguing with him. If he didn’t do it, I’d tell Mom and Dad about the little thing I found in his pocket. I got on top of his cock and slid it in…and it felt as good as I thought it would.
He moaned softly as I bounced on his hard cock. I felt myself tighten up, and I had my first orgasm. “Sis, sis…get off…I’m cumming!” my brother said, panicked. But I didn’t. I let him fill me up, and he started to worry about whether or not he got me pregnant.
To be honest, I wasn’t worried. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. All I know is that I got laid, and it felt amazing. Plus, I promised not to tell Mom and Dad about anything.