The Beginning.

“For fuck’s sake, go to sleep, you little perv.” Jackie sighed deeply and yanked her hand out of her panties and turned her back. A tear rolled down her cheek. Anger? Frustration? Probably a little of each. Either way, it was going to be a tough life for a while.

Having lost his job in the latest of many ‘restructures’, they had to move, and quickly, into a tiny two bedroom house, which meant Jackie had to now share a bedroom with her younger brother. Definitely not what a 16 year old girl wants to do.  Plus her brother Michael was at that difficult age. Just turned 15 and seemed to have just noticed his sister was a girl. 

Gone was wandering around her room naked. Gone were the long masturbation sessions. Gone was any kind of privacy. And. It. Sucked. It seemed to her that he was watching everything she did. Every move. Especially in the morning when she got up. Bending down to find a slipper gave him a perfect eye-line down the top of her loose-fitting long T shirt. She was sure that more than once, he’d copped sight of a boob. Little fucker always stayed in bed until she’d left for the bathroom too. Lazy shit. She had to shiver her way in the unheated house while he stayed warm as toast under his duvet. 

Last night she thought she had cracked it. She had waited until she thought he was asleep before slowly and above all quietly spreading her legs under her own duvet and slipping a hand into her panties. God, but she had been wet! Little wonder since it had been nearly two weeks since she had managed a hasty orgasm in the bathroom, and even then Michael had been hammering at the door. But last night, she was well on the way, a delicious fantasy playing in her head when something made her look at him. She’d seen the moonlight reflecting on his eyes and in that moment knew he was staring at her. He couldn’t see what she was doing of course, but she knew he would have seen her face scrunchie up when she came, and that wouldn’t do at all. Another frustrated night. Another missed orgasm which in turn would yield another wet day at College. Jackie was one of those girls who was wet a lot of the time anyway, but when she was super horny, like now, it was worse. Far worse. On top of that, after a good cum, she leaked for ages. Not so bad overnight when a pair of panties would absorb it, but yucky in college the next day if she tried for an early morning wank in the bathroom. Life was just so….unfair. 

The next morning began as they normally did. Mum yelling for her to get up and get ready for college, Jackie getting out of bed trying to make sure her T-shirt was pulled well down, and a race for the bathroom. At least, behind the locked door, she had some privacy. Her morning wash went as it normally did, u til the warm, wet sponge touched her vulva and her clit complained at what it missed out on the night before. For a moment, she considered just going for it. She knew she’d cum really quickly, but she also knew the consequences of leaking heavily all morning. So, with far more effort of will than she felt was just, she forced herself simply to wash and dress. 

Walking back down the landing the little fucker was still in bed….and THATS when it hit her, almost like a physical slap around her face. He remained in bed because he had a hard-on. Along with this certainty came the suspicion that maybe, just maybe, he might be using the glimpses he had stolen down her T-shirt as fuel for an early morning wank. 

In college that morning, the thought wouldn’t leave her alone. Her brother, sharing a room with him, him lying there with a hard cock. He wouldn’t, would he? He’s a boy! Of course he would.,any ass, any tit, any cunt…fair game for someone who, so far hadnt seen any of them. 

Odd how the day went. The mornings, crackled with hostility, as did the hour or so before they went to sleep, but after dinner, they got on well. Weird. 

The sun scorched through the window of the classroom, and Jackie heard not a word the teacher said. Blah blah bla. Noise. She shifted in her seat and felt the slipperiness between her legs. A wet vulva, a wet pussy, a wet twat, a wet cunt. The increasing vulgarity of her thoughts thrilled her. A memory stirred. A sleepover with three other girls at her old house. Ah, those were the days. A large bedroom all to herself, with an en-suite bathroom. The talk had, as usual, ranged from periods to sex, and a spin-the-bottle game of ‘confessions’ had centred on fantasies. Lisa had shocked everyone when she said she fantasised sometimes about slipping her hand into another girl’s panties. Then Helen said she had kissed another girl…and wanted to do it again. The talk went to fingering, and soon all four girls were gently masturbating in front of one another. Lisa got to really slip her hand into another girls’ panties, and Helen got to kiss Maev. Jackie had realised that she really enjoyed it when another girl looked over at her. She liked being watched, doing this most private of private things. All four girls had orgasmed at the same time, and Jackie noticed how her room smelled of girl-sex. She had drifted off to sleep that night wondering if she would like to feel another girl up too. And perhaps more. A lot more. 

That evening, after a meagre dinner, a shower beckoned. No long soaks in a bath now, four people needed that tiny bathroom before bed. And that weird house. Either freezing cold or swelteringly hot. Nothing in between. Normally, she’d pad around her bedroom either naked or just wearing panties, but that was denied to her now. Her asshole brother could wear just boxers, leaving most of his body exposed, but oh no, not her. She had to ‘cover up’ as her mum called it. 

Michael was sitting on the bedroom floor with a chess board open in front of him. Jackie couldn’t resist a dig. “Playing with yourself…again?” 

“Yeah….maybe. Wanna play with me?” Did she detect a sexual overtone there? If so, it was something new.

“Ok. If you’re ready to be beaten.” 

“Ha! Maybe I’d like that.” Wow, definitely  something there. 

And so she sat, cross-legged in front of him playing chess. She had to admit, he was good at it, but then so was she. In fact they were evenly matched. And while they played, the jokey, have serious, have fun insults flew u til suddenly, Michael reached over and shoved Jackie backwards. She she fell, she saw his eyes dart to her crotch - a crotch she knew was very damp. 

So she shoved him back, and soon they were wrestling, the chess pieces scattered across the floor. They’d play-wrestled before, but Jackie had always beaten him. 

Not this time. This time, he pinned her almost effortlessly, and somehow, he was between her legs, and she could feel him pressing against her…pressing and relaxing, pressing and relaxing until she felt a familiar sensation starting to to build. 

“Stop it! Get off me!” Michael, I mean it…stop…please st…..please….ohhhhh” 

Jackie found herself PullingSteward him to her, pressing her crotch against him and holding his backside as she came in her panties.

It was a strong orgasm too. Very very strong. And now she could feel that he was fully hard and…..wait…had his cock slipped out of his boxers? A quick glance down revealed that it had. Without thinking she wrapped her fingers around it and began to masturbate him. 

Seconds. Mere seconds was all it took. “Jackie…..I….” She felt it throbbing in her hand, throbbing as he ejaculated over her. Now the room was full of a different scent. One she hadn’t experienced before. Semen. 

That night, as they lay in their respective beds ruminating on what had taken place, one thing they were sure of. It wouldn’t be the last time.