Mae sat cross legged on her bed, teasing her platinum hair, and scouring through the 30 tabs on her phone. Buried in advice blogs and online gurus, she had lost track of time. Her head swelled and she griped at her phone, before throwing it into her pillow, and folding her arms with a silent pout.
Mae went to her full length mirror, and held her arms to her side. Her oversized t-shirt gathered over her bare thighs. She pushed her tear drop boobs together and tilted her head, pursing her lips. Despite her friends telling her how jealous of them they were, she wondered if they were too small, not round enough, or looked asymmetrical. However, even Mae herself couldn’t deny that while she was small, she had a prominent curve to her body. Turning around, she lifted her long shirt above her white cotton panties wedged between two pert, and round cheeks that jiggled when she propped on her toes.
She grabbed each cheek, spreading them, and slipped one hand down her backside, resting it over her rosebud. She poked tentatively with her finger tip. ‘How the hell am I gonna fit Derrick’s cock in that?’ She said to herself. Pulling her hand away, she flopped onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling in defeat.
Silence sank in, until her ears picked up a conversation down the hall. She poked her head out of her door; it was coming from her brother’s room. His voice was low and deep, becoming louder as she closed in. She stopped just outside, her back against the wall, and extended her ear as far as she could without being seen.
“- too hard. Just ease it in there. Good girl.” Her brother had a rasp in his voice. She could only hear him talking. She edged closer. “How does is it feel? Describe it to me?” His voice again.
Growing up, Mae and Logan’s parents led a lifestyle most would envy, and were away for long stints of travel and business trips. Logan was the person she looked up to. They were each other’s ‘adventure buddy’. She even used to tag along on dates with some of his cooler girlfriends. He taught her how to be more assertive, deal with bullies, and how to box. But once he started having sex in his teenage years, they spent less time together, had less to talk about, and his girlfriends were not interested in meeting the adorable younger sister. Mae was heartbroken.
Derrick made her feel special again, and she thought after losing her virginity, she would be able to relate to her brother. While they could now talk about their sexual experiences, it was on a superficial level, and not at all what she imagined it to be. It only made her feel rotten inside, and further apart from him than before.
“Fuck that’s hot. How many are in there?” After a long pause, Logan’s voice broke Mae’s inner dialogue. “Now pull them out of your ass, one by one.” Mae held her breath, her ears perked. Who the hell was in there with him? “I’m gonna come too.” The sound of a zip being undone triggered her heart palpitations.
Mae had to see this. She turned around, hands on the wall, and leaned her head past the door frame. To her relief there was no girl with him. Logan was angled away from her, his phone to his ear. He had no shirt on, and his blue jeans were hanging low on his ass. His cock was hidden behind his body, but it was clear he was working his hand up and down the shaft. “I’m coming.” He let out a series of grunts, but strangely enough, it didn’t look like he actually came. His grunting continued, more exaggerated this time, before calming down to a heavy pant into the phone. “Shit, ok. I’ll talk to you later then.” He hung up and placed the phone on the window sill.