>be me

>summer after 5th grade

>really a boy

>raised as a girl for... reasons

>my parents are out of town for a funeral

>my brother, 15, says he's having a party

>"Don't be weird, just stay in your room." he says

>Whatever

>My parents got me make-up because I said I needed it for middle school

>I've been practicing, pretty good at it

>If there's a party I'm not sitting in my room

>I hate myself, but hate everybody else too

>just in the normal way, the catty way like a bitch

>I think "I'm good enough for these people"

>my brothers a loser and his friends are too

>not like super losers, but like middle of the road guys

>I just want a real girl to see me

>I want her to give me compliments

>somebody more mature than the girls I know

>they're nice to me and cutesy and all

>but I know it's going to be bitch city next year

>I know what happens to girls when they grow up

>I don't want to be the one getting bullied, so I need some confidence

>The evening rolls around, people start showing up

>It's just his typical friends, 3 other guys from the trailer park

>They're watching TV

>"I thought it was a party?" I asked, cattily teasing him, a bit meaner than I should be

>"I invited other people, they're coming." says John, my brother, brushing me off

>"Who is coming exactly?" asks Brian

>"Sheila, Jenna, Toby, Marcus, Lloyd�" says John

>"The girls aren't coming, Toby's parents won't let him out, and Marcus and Lloyd probably find better shit to do."

>"Fuck off, Brian." says John

>"No hate, John. I'm just saying." says Brian

>"I mean, I tried my best. Most people don't want to fuck around in the trailer park. Bunch of preps, even our girls only want to fuck preps. At least y�all know it's a good time." says John

>I just walk away and go back to my room

>Fucking around on my phone

>staring at the celling

>texting people

>Nobody wants to hang out with me either

>At least not enough to have their parents pick me up

>they're nice to me at school, but it's not like we're close

>I look at myself in the mirror

>cute little tennis skirt, baby doll shirt

>it's thrift shop stuff, but I make it look good

>at least until people expect me to have tits

>looking in the mirror

>all this work for nothing

>just for me

>does it mean anything to me?

>I want it to, but I feel empty

>back to my phone

>looking through the usual places

>beautiful people everywhere

>I love it, but I'm not in the mood to entertain

>my girlfriends, their posts, always lots of likes

>me, I've got to work for it, I don't get the charity

>at least not from the people I like

>the weird kids and the losers, sure

>fuck that

>I don't want to be part of them

>but I don't have a choice really

>at least not online; beggars can't be choosers

>other than that

>sometimes creepy fucks out there in my DMs

>and I'm definitely not that desperate yet

>The night goes by; I'm rotting away in my room as usual

>the door is open; I see Brian walk by to the bathroom

>he's the hottie of the group

>maybe not perfect, but better than the others

>like me, he doesn't have a choice

>he lives in the trailer park, so these are his boys

>I decide I'm not wasting tonight

>even if my plan was foiled, I've still got to ask somebody

>"Hey, Brian" I say, softly

>"Yeah?" he asks

>"Have you ever seen my room?" I ask

>"Nah, I don't think so." he says

>"Let me show it to you." I say

>"Nah, that's ok." he says

>"Come on." I say, grabbing his hand

>"Ok." he says, he's a little drunk, I pull him in, closing the door behind him

>He looks around, just some typical posters, stuffed animals, stuff

>"Pretty girly" he says, I sit him on my bed, he's happy to sit down

>"Yeah." I say, obviously, rolling my eyes at him

>"Can I ask you a question?" I ask

>"Sure" he says, indifferent

>I go stand in front of him, take a deep breath

>"Do you think I'm pretty?" I ask, trying to sound confident

>he looks at me, a little confused, I guess he never thought about it before

>"I mean, I guess. Did you do something different?" he asks

>"Maybe..." I say

>"Ok, yeah, sure I guess." He says, still indifferent

>"You think I'm as pretty as the other girls?" I ask

>"I don't know. I mean, there are pretty girls and ugly girls." says Brian

>"Well, am I as pretty as the pretty ones?" I ask, really not playful at this point; faking it, but sounding catty

>"Yeah, I guess. I don't know." says Brian

>"Really? Do you mean it?" I ask, excited

>"Cheryl, I'm drunk. OK? It�s kind of weird to say that you're pretty." says Brian

>"Why?" I ask

>"I don't know, you're John's sister." he says

>"Well, what if I wasn't?" I ask

>"Then... yeah, definitely. You look prettier than lots of the girls, so many are fat and ugly. You're doing good." he says, looking around, trying not to look at me like that, making excuses with his eyes

>I sit on his lap, straddling him, staring him in the eyes

>"Woah" he says, backing away weakly

>"Can you just say it for real?" I ask, staring at him, frowning

>"Yeah, you're pretty, Cheryl." he says, looking at me, almost sad, but my heart is so relieved at that thought

>I hug him closely, still in his lap

>"Thank you so much, Brian. I needed to hear that." I say

>"Any time.." he says, hugging loosely me like a girl he's kind of friends with

>I don't want to let him go, I needed the hug more than the words, I just didn't know it

>"You can let go, ok?" he says

>"You don't like hugging?" I ask, snuggling him

>"I don't know." he says

>"Well, maybe try it again." I say

>he hugs me, I lean into him and push him on the bed

>"Yeah, I like it. You're so soft. This bed is nice too." he says

>"Good." I say, just holding him for a minute

>"Brian, can I kiss you?" I ask him, on top of him, staring into his eyes

>"What? Cheryl, no." he says, definitely not ok with that

>"You don't like kissing?" I say

>"I mean, no, it's just, you know." says Brain, really too sweet to be a poor bastard

>"What is it?" I pout with him

>"Well, boys should kiss girls and stuff. You're not exactly, you know... a girl." says Brain

>"When have I ever /not/ been a girl?" I say, teasing him, bitch like, guilting him, knowing he won't question my parents on this topic

>"No, yeah, you're definitely a girl and all." says Brian

>"Yeah, and you're a boy and I'm a girl, so..." I say

>"Yeah, Cheryl..." he says, getting to exhausted to think, looking at the celling

>I kiss him, I just peck his lips, he does nothing

>"Jesus, Cheryl." He says, hurt

>"What, you don't like kissing pretty girls?" I ask, teasing him, going back to lying on him

>"No, I do. I'm not sure about things right now." he says, still not looking at me

>"Well, if you like it, then just stop thinking about stuff. You think I'm pretty, don't you?" I say, staring at him

>He looks at me for a minute "Yeah" he says, actually meaning it

>"So kiss me for real, ok?" I say

>"Just once, ok?" he says

>"Yeah." I say, I go to kiss him, he lets me do it,

>he closes his eyes and kisses me back

>drunk enough to give me more than he wanted to

>I gladly take it, I'm grinding on his dick a little bit with my ass

>he's getting sort of hard

>he pushes me away a little bit and breaths quickly, trying to stay aware of the situation

>upset with himself, surprised, and very confused, I'm still on top of him

>"Why, Cheryl?" he says, ashamed of himself

>"Well, if you only like to kiss pretty girls, and you kiss me, then I know I'm a pretty girl." I say, staring at him, matter-of-factly

>"Oh, ok. Yeah. That makes some sense. Don't be too hard on yourself, ok?" he says

>I'm grinding his dick through his gym shorts, he's getting hard

>"You're the one who�s getting a little too hard right now." I tease him

>"I'm sorry, Cheryl. I'm drunk, I can't control that." he says

>"No, it's totally ok. I know boys like girls like that." I say

>"I don't like you like that Cheryl." he says, serious, but not wanting to hurt me

>"Then why are you hard right now?" I ask

>"I don't know Cheryl." he says, scared, being completely honest

>"Maybe it's because you like it?" I say, filthily, he's silent

>"I'm just a pretty girl, you like to kiss, it's super normal." I say

>"Yeah, I guess." he say

>"Just relax. Let yourself have fun. Not everything is a problem." I say, hugging him again

>"It's not a problem?" he asks

>"You know I like it, so just let yourself like it." I say

>"You really like it?" he asks

>"Yeah, I like kissing hot guys. Let me show you again." I say, going to kiss him again

>he's more willing this time, actually holding me

>he likes me working his dick and he's drunk enough to let me do it

>I slip my tongue in his mouth and he takes over, the expert here

>I'm sure he's forgotten who he is, but he hasn't forgotten how good this feels

>he slips his hand down onto my ass and gropes it, kissing me

>he's rock hard, I'm grinding against it, and eventually my dick gets hard

>he notices my cock pretty quickly and jerks away from me

>"Oh, shit. Yeah, that's probably enough, ok?" he says

>"You sure you don't want more?" I tease him

>"Yeah, definitely. I might have had too much already." he says, not feeling shame but accepting the fact that he should

>I wait a moment

>"You know you were my first kiss?" I say

>"Yeah, cool." he says, sighing, not really knowing how to get out of this

>"I really liked it. You were really good." I say

>"Thanks." he says, questioning himself

>he's too drunk to come to any real answers, it's just too confusing

>I peck his lips

>"Thank you, Brian." say, hugging him, actually happy for once

>being around people, I'm always filled with doubts

>maybe I'm just desperate, but this is first time I didn't have any doubts about myself

>I knew he was really into it, but he's just ashamed of himself

>"It felt like you were into it." I say

>"Yeah, I got carried away. Sorry about that." he says

>"I was totally into it too, you know." I say

>"Yeah, I know, but maybe not me." he says

>"Yeah you were." I tease him

>"I know, but I don't want to be." he says

>"Why not? What's wrong with feeling good?" I ask

>"I don't know.", he says, I'm breaking him, his mind exhausted by this point

>"Maybe because there's nothing wrong with it." I say, he doubts me silently

>"Just a cute boy kissing a pretty girl, it's supposed to feel good. You're supposed to like it." I say

>"Yeah." He says, making some sense to him

>"I don't want you to feel bad about it." I say

>"I still kind of do." he says

>"But I was /really/ into it, so it's ok." I say

>"Does that make it ok?" he says

>"Yeah." I say

>"You're kind of young though." he says

>"I'm old enough to kiss. When did you get your first kiss?" I ask

>"11." he says

>"Yeah, so we're the same." I say, teasing him cutely

>"That was just a kiss?" he asks, in disbelief

>"Yeah. You're just a really good kisser." I say, snuggling him

>"Yeah." he says, taking the compliment, relieved by the normalcy, willing to hold me again

>"Bri� since you were my first... I want to be your first too." I say, rubbing his chest

>"I've kissed too many girls for that." he says

>"Yeah, but have you ever gotten a blowjob?" I ask

>"What? Cheryl, how do you know about that?" he asks

>"I've seen porn, I'm not that young." I say

>"Still, that's too much." he says

>"Most of my girlfriends have sucked at least one dick." I say, lying through my teeth

>"Really?" he says, in disbelief

>"Yeah, it's totally normal." I say

>"Damn, well, I mean it still wouldn't be my first." he says, I can tell he's lying to me

>"Yeah? So how many have you had?" I ask

>"Plenty." he says, casually

>"So, you like blowjobs?" I ask

>"Oh yeah, love to get my dick sucked." he says, feeling confident

>"So, it's cool if I suck your dick?" I ask, casually

>"Yeah." he says, trying to pretend it means nothing, unwilling to seem less cool

>I slide down his shorts and pull his dick out, I can tell he's nervous

>"Just relax, ok? It's just like any other blowjob." I say

>I start jerking it, and he perks right up and I put it in my mouth

>He's not very big, but that just makes it easier to suck

>I'm taking most of his shaft in my mouth, really trying to work it

>I want him to love it. This is where I prove myself

>"Oh my god." he whispers, still lying back on the bed

>I�m massaging his balls, working his shaft slowly

>trying to use as much of my mouth as possible

>kissing the head of his cock, massaging it with my tongue

>all of the tips in Cosmo, committed to memory

>I put his balls in my mouth and suckle them, stroking his cock slowly

>I'm just trying to tease him right now

>I lick up the shaft of his cock, slowly

>he whimpers because he knows he loves it

>I go back to sucking, sensually, lovingly, letting him know how I feel

>My soft heart knows it's not good enough for this rock-hard cock

>I'm trying to pick up my pace, really give him that good head

>My neck starts to get tired after 10 minutes, and I want him to finish

>I grab his dick and start jacking it pretty hard, like when a boy wants to finish in the porno

>I'm still sucking it, and this makes him cum so quick

>10 minutes in, his mind is gone and he's in heaven right now,

>He�s actually loving it, fully into it, even if his eyes are closed

>he shoots into my mouth, but I keep sucking

>I'm trying to keep it in my mouth, but it burns my throat and I choke

>I don't even care about the pain, it's a slut's pain, good pain, the pain I deserve

>I don't want him to think I'm a quitter, and I'm trying to swallow his cum

>I don't like taste, but I love the feeling of knowing I've earned his cum

>Finally the cum stops shooting and I take a breath

>I start licking the cum that I spilled off his shaft and balls

>sucking his balls playfully, licking his still hard cock

>his balls are still clenching, some it drips out of the tip

>I lick the cum off the tip and start sucking him again

>"Oh god." he says, not expecting more pleasure from my mouth

>I really work him for a minute before I let his cock out of my mouth

>"How was it?" I ask him

>"Oh Jesus." he says, in disbelief, shock and awe

>I climb back on top of him and cuddle him

>"I'm glad you liked it." I say, kissing his neck

>he's still recovering, so I let him rest a moment

>eventually he starts to cuddle me a bit

>I get back on top of him, staring at him

>"You think I earned another kiss?" I ask

>He just looks at me, glassy eyed, smiling weakly

>this look of a man whose faith in God was just slaughtered by pleasure

>I look at him and smile playfully

>he smiles, he can't fight it, he knows he loves it too much

>I go in to kiss him again

>he treats me like a girl, holding me, groping my ass

>giving me the tongue, tenderly, almost romantic

>he's willing to look me in the eyes now

>I see real compassion

>a belief is powerless next to physical and sexual pleasure

>a belief can seldom sustain itself in the face of contrary knowledge

>whatever he once believed, it was shattered by what he now knows

>he knows he loves this, whatever it is, he doesn't care what it is

>it feels too good to give it a label or a name

>he knows this is what he wants, and he accepts that

>he knows this is what I want, and he loves that feeling of being wanted so badly

>I eventually fall back onto him and snuggle against his neck

>"So, you really liked it?" I asked

>"I loved it." he says, too exhausted to be anything but honest

>"Was I as good as the other girls?" I ask

>"So much better." he says

>"Thanks." I say, kissing his neck, snuggling him playfully

>I wait for a few minutes, just holding him

>I just feel cheap, like nothing

>like what I did meant nothing to him

>it meant almost nothing to me, really

>Sure, I loved it, but that doesn't make it meaningful

>I feel just as empty inside

>just a casual nothing in the night

>a little snack at the gas station

>something you enjoy for a minute and throw in the trash

>this hurts me, not a lot, just the normal amount

>I'm used to it, but I still want something better

>this man is more to me than anyone ever has been in my life

>he's something, but what?

>it doesn't feel like much

>just a compliment?

>just a dick to suck?

>just an almost willing drunk guy?

>just lying there

>letting me suck his dick

>I love when he holds me and kisses me

>but that stops eventually

>if I just saw him or held his hand

>what do I feel?

>Is there something there after all is said and done?

>I want there to be something

>but I feel too cheap, just a little toy

>something fun and meaningless

>sadly, that's an improvement from the day-to-day

>but I want the whole feeling

>rich and deep feeling, genuine realness

>I don't want to be a little play toy

>I want to be a real person

>"Bri?" I ask him

>"Yeah?" he says

>"I still want to be your first, you know." I say

>"Yeah?" he says

>"Have you ever gone all the way?" I ask

>"No." he says

>"You're going to tonight." I say, reaching down to grab his dick, jacking it, he gets hard again

>"Yeah?" he asks

>"Yeah. Just sit there" I say, kissing his cheek,

>I get off him, slip out of my panties, and get the lube out of my bedside table

>I keep my clothes on, I still want him to think I'm a girl

>He's not gay and I've got nothing else going for me beyond my hair and make-up

>I lube up my fingers, finger my asshole a bit

>I climb back onto the bed and I stroke his cock

>I climb on top of him and guide his cock inside of me

>It small enough that he gets inside pretty easy

>"Oh, fuck." he whispers, as I slowly slide down his cock

>his warm shaft slowly going deeper inside of me

>I know that's where it belongs, it feels so right

>"Just relax, ok?" I say, I start rocking back and forth on his cock

>"Oh, yeah." he says, I grab his arms and move his hands onto my ass

>he squeezes it, loving the ass, and starts rocking me harder

>I'm able to enjoy this for once

>the stress of being in control, it drives you crazy

>always thinking about the other person

>even his soft subtle rocking of my hips on his cock

>feeling him in control of my body

>that's what I love

>I love it because he owns me, but more than that, he wants me

>I love him trying to put his cock deeper inside of me

>willingly bouncing me a little bit, thrusting his hips, humping at my ass like a dog

>licking his lips, even if his eyes are closed

>I hope he can open them one day

>right now, just his body is wanting mine

>that's more than enough for me

>I can enjoy this

>just raw physical compassion

>that's not all I need, but it is definitely something I need

>I look at his drunken boyish little giddy grin, his pleasure is all inside of him

>me, I'm just a body, a nothing, I want him to love all of me

>I grab his hand, and I slowly slide it forward

>I place it on my rock-hard dick, twitching in the air as he bounces me

>his eyes dart open, looking at me, he gasps

>I make a sad little puppy dog face at him

>"Cheryl." he says, his doubts rushing back into his mind

>"It's a just a girl dick. It's ok." I say

>"I know, I know." he says, excusing himself, thankfully unwilling to stop fucking me, completely enthralled by my ass

>"You like pretty girls, right? It's ok to like a girl's dick too." I say, trying to get him to truly accept me

>"Yeah?" he says, unsure of himself

>"Yeah." I say, nonchalant, looking at him, he tickles my balls, fondles my shaft a bit,

>he's drunk enough and my cock is small enough for it to be a vague experience for him

>he questions it, but is too kind not to play with me

>I bounce on his dick harder, really trying to feel it

>his cock is still so tender and poite, so gentle

>it's something, but it's not suffering, and I was expecting suffering

>it's sickening to feel pleasure like this, just goodness, nothing bad

>Everything right and nothing wrong

>I don't deserve this

>I want it to hurt

>I want it to make me hate myself

>That's all I've ever known

>That's how I get off

>I feel so fake, like a sham right now

>my cock is still throbbing hard

>so hard it hurts

>but at least my cock hurts

>so I try to focus on that to comfort me

>guiding his hand around my cock

>I get him to jerk me off a bit

>but it still feels too good

>I cum so quick

>all over his hand

>More than I ever have

>my spine shudders

>he keeps slamming my ass, bouncing on my bedsprings

>forcing the the cum out of my cock in the process

>thick creamy cum dripping from my cock onto his belly

>he smiles at me and chuckles

>I smile, I love that he can laugh

>I feel guilt rushing into my face

>this isn't real sex

>not for me

>I hate that I can�t enjoy this as much as I should

>It doesn't feel right

>it feels like half-sex, half-air

>I can't be in control anymore

>"I want you to fuck me." I say

>"I'm not?" he says

>"No, I'm fucking you. I want you on top of me." I say

>"Ok." He says, I fall onto him and I roll him on top of me

>I know this is what I need

>I grab his cock and put it back inside of me

>He's still got all his strength and he's actually fond of dominance

>He puts his hands on my shoulders

>"Yeah?" he asks, still way too polite

>"Harder." I say, he scoffs, pushes his weight on top of me and starts thrusting as hard as he can

>I love that I can feel him, all of him

>not just his cock, but his hands, his body, his heat, his smell

>all of it on top of me, inside of me, filling me to the brim

>every empty part of me, everything dead inside of me, now getting filled with the essence of this man

>I'm breathing him in, taking all of him, desperately, filling my soul with this passion

>This vigor, this interest in my body, I have never felt it, but I can feel it through him

>towering over me, putting me in this cocoon of his power

>he's staring me in the eyes, loving it, loving that I love it

>he sees my weakness, my femme, everything that turns him on

>he sees my eyes begging him not to stop, he loves this power

>his dick, somehow bigger, somehow harder, really tearing into me

>absolutely relentless, he's an athlete and I'm a slut

>this is how the world is supposed to be

>I put my arms around his neck, I wrap my legs around him

>He's slamming my hips into the bed, clapping my ass

>firm and strong like a man's man, no courtesy left in his body

>I'm not some little girl to him, not somebody's sister

>not a faggot, not a loser, or a weirdo

>I'm what he wants, I'm a girl, I'm his girl, and he loves girls

>He's a man, he knows it, and he loves this power

>he's not going to let me forget that fact

>every stroke reminding me of the raw animal power in his body

>absolutely ruthless

>he doesn't care how I feel because he knows I love it

>He hears me whimpering in the purest joy

>it's the greatest compliment he's ever received

>the sincerest encouragement

>and the greatest inspiration in his life

>He's hated his courtesy, felt crippled by it

>and having complete control over my body, he knows there's no need for that

>he doesn't care how I feel, because he controls what I feel, and he makes me love it

>the intimacy removes the barrier of distant cordiality

>so close to me, so in control, so powerful, that he's not afraid to be who he really his

>He is really just an animal, and I am his conquest, I am his trophy

>he holds my body, his prize, his kill, and he knows he is redeemed

>after years of meekness, courtesy, and respect, he reveals himself to me

>only to me, and this is a new man, none have seen him but me

>he knows this, but my weakness, it strips him of the fear that keeps this beast hidden away

>he knows there's no threat, because he knows he is the threat

>this brutal fucking is everything he has repressed for years

>all of it repressed in the name of courtesy, of kindness, of respect

>all of the rage, anger, hatred; fury buried in his soul

>I become the vessel which he can release this upon

>he is willing to do this only because he knows I love it

>that's the only way he would ever let his guard down

>always so sweet and polite, but right now, he knows he needs this

>he knows I need this, and he's happy to give it to me

>I pull him towards my face

>I kiss him, and he drinks the from my mouth

>he tastes my reverence of his power and body

>he tastes my powerless gratitude

>he reads my mind with his tongue

>slamming his hips firmly into mine

>his instinct telling him to breed me as deep as possible

>forcing every drop of cum into the abyss inside of me

>squeezing me tight, pinning me to the point of suffocation

>all to ensure that I can't escape as he delivers his seed

>that's where I belong, in the cocoon of this man's power

>that is the home of my heart and soul

>and for the first time in my life

>I feel at home

>he collapses on top of me, still holding me

>both of us breathing heavily, exhausted

>I'm holding onto him for dear life

>because that was the first time I've ever felt alive

>he pushes himself up over me, looking me in the eyes

>he knows exactly how I feel about him, and he loves it

>"Holy shit." he whispers, I smile

>"Brian� I love you." I say, too weak to have any better words

>he looks at me silently, I smile weakly, hoping

>"I love you too, Cheryl. God damn." He says, kissing me,

>dominating me playfully, finally having found his place in the world

>running his hands up and down my body, groping me

>reminding me how much power he has over me

>my tongue and lips, my hands on his body, reminding him how much I love it

>we fool around like this for a while before he realizes how tired he is

>he falls off of me

>"Jesus Christ, you're good in bed." he says

>"I think you're better than me. At least once you start trying." I say, squeezing his ass, cuddling him

>he chuckles

>we stay like this for a moment, just enjoying the fun we just had

>"So Brian... will you be my boyfriend?" I ask, demure, rubbing his hand

>"Damn, I wish. You're a little young I think." he says

>"It's totally normal for high school guys to date middle school girls." I say, trying to warm him up to the idea

>"Not really, baby. I don't understand why though." he says

>"Yeah. That's so stupid. I'm only 4 years younger than you." I say

>"That's a lot though." he says

>"No it's not. My mom is 37 and my dad is 41. It's totally normal." I say

>"Yeah? I mean that seems a bit more normal." he says

>"So be my boyfriend." I say

>"I can't tell people that. That's a few too many questions than I want to answer." he says

>"Well, be my secret boyfriend." I say

>"I can do that. I can definitely do that." he says, delighted by the thought

>"Good." I say, kissing him on the cheek

>"Yeah. I like that idea a lot." he says, pulling me on top of him, fondling my body, making out with me

>"I do too." I say, wanting to fall asleep in his arms

>I pull the covers over us and he falls asleep

>I just enjoy the warmth of his sleeping body

>"Brian! Where are you, motherfucker? How did we lose Brian?!" shouts my brother from the hallway

>"You taking a shit?" he shouts, checking the empty bathroom

>Brian is passed out hard, and I'm kind of scared

>"Cheryl, you seen Brian?" shouts my brother, drunkenly, opening the door

>"Jesus Christ! What the fuck?!" he shouts

>"I came onto him, ok! He was drunk and I took advantage of him!" I shout, on the brink of tears

>"blurraghh!" shouts my brother, "What the fuck?!" he shouts confused

>Brian wakes up a bit

>"Brian did you fuck my sister?" shouts my brother

>"That's none of your business!" I shout

>"Blurraahhhghgh! Oh Jesus! Blrurgggaghhh!" he says, spinning drunkenly

>"It's totally normal! Shut the fuck up!" I shout

>his friends are laughing hysterically in the living room down the hall

>"God damn, Brian. I didn't know it was like that!" shouts my brother

>Brian looks at him, shrugs his shoulders, he knows it was worth it

>"You're a dirty slut, Cheryl!" shouts my brother

>"Shut the fuck up!" I shout

>"Brian, that's low, man." says my brother, pretending to be hurt

>Brian grins and shakes his head

>"No, it's not! It's super nice and he likes me! Shut the fuck up!" I shout

>"You nasty little slut! Did she rape you, Brian? How shitty are you right now?" asks my brother in disbelief

>Brian looks him blankly; he doesn't know the answer to that

>"Go away asshole!" I shout

>"Are you gay, Brian?" asks my brother, truly curious

>"I'm a girl and he's a boy! Its normal!" I shout

>"I'm fucking gone, so I don't know the answer." says my brother, pointing his finger at me, firmly, sternly

>"The answer is it's totally normal!" I shout

>"Ok, calm down, Cheryl. Ok. Cool." says my brother

>"Brian, we were going to smoke some weed, so if you want to let your /girlfriend/ take a break for a minute, let's go get high, ok?" says my brother

>Brian gets up, his dick is still hanging out

>"Holy shit, put your dick up, man. Fucking gross." says my brother, laughing

>I'm embarrassed, but I'm relieved my brother isn't too upset with me or Brian

>Brian leaves the room casually, he looks at me, grins and winks

>I just sort of fall back on the bed

>"BUSSY SLAYER!!" shout the two boys in the room

>"BRIAN THE BUSSY SLAYER!!" they keep shouting, laughing

>I roll my eyes, and smile, because that's fine

>Even if you're family isn't perfect, at least they're still family

>so they probably can't hate you any more than they did yesterday

True Story. This is written as a fuck you to the touchless loser incel virgins on the internet who think that "Nobody ever fucked before the age of 18 and anyone who ever did was sexually abused by Jeffery Epstein pedophiles". I�m a slut, so what? You think you can just cover me with a blanket and pretend I don�t exist? Fuck you. Write a story about your pathetic life how you spent 30 years in front of a computer, had zero friends, got fat, cried, and talk shit to other internet losers just to delude yourself into thinking that normal people would ever listen to a word you say.