DirtyMeStoryTime Rants/Help brother

From Create Your Own Story

You come home from school early, only having half a day.

As you approach the house, you notice your brother's car in the driveway. He is apparently home from college.

You rush into the house, excited to see him, and run into his room. You notice his wee-wee in his hand, and see a boy and a girl on the TV kissing and doing other things. Like, the boy pushing his wee-wee inside the girl's flower.

"Brother," you say, with a squeal of glee, throwing your arms around him. His hand still holds his wee-wee as he gives you a one handed hug, asking in a strained voice, "What are you doing home so early?"

You look at him, and notice his face is all red, and he is vainly trying to cover his wee-wee with his hand, instead of holding it.

"This is a strange show. Why are they having sex so much?" You ask. Your brother, knowing you, knows you are referring to them kissing, rather than them doing...other things. He is also aware of how much your parents have tried to hide the outside world from you, and how naive you are.

You watch as the girl gets on her hands and knees, then pushes his wee-wee inside the girls flower. It makes you feel better, since they are no longer having sex. Just wrestling. Your mom hates it when you watch sex scenes.

"Oh, we only had half a day today," you tell him, watching intently, trying to figure out why they are doing that. The show doesn't seem to do anything else, only show him pushing his wee-wee in and out of the woman's flower. It actually seems sort of boring.

"Oh," he replies, still looking bright red.

"So, what are they doing?" You ask.

"They are just, playing." He replies to you.

"Oh. I have never played like that. I want to try!" With that, you quickly grab his wee-wee in your hand, and put your mouth over it like the woman did.

"Am I dinf fhis wite?" You ask. The taste of his wee-wee is a little strange.

"Umm," is all he can say, and as you roll your eyes upward to catch a glimpse of his face, you can see his eyes super big.

Hmm, he doesn't seem to like this, you think to yourself. You take your mouth off it, watching the boy push his wee-wee in the girl again.

Well, your brother seems to like watching it, and the woman on the screen is making lots of funny noises, so apparently they are having fun.

You stand up and quickly take off all your clothes, like the woman on the TV.

"Okay, I guess you didn't like that. So, we play this way instead?" You ask. "So, put your wee-wee inside so we can play!" You tell him, making sure to use your best serious voice.

He lets out a strangled croak, but you notice his wee-wee get bigger. He must be excited to play! You think to yourself.

As he just sits there, you realize you must still be doing it wrong. You copy the woman on the screen, getting on your hands and knees on the floor. "I am bored. Are we going to play or not?"

With that, he finally un-hides his wee-wee and gets behind you, like the guy on the screen. He slowly starts pushing it into your flower. You feel a bit of pain down there.

"Brother," you say, biting your lip as he pulls back, then pushes in a little deeper. "It hurts. I thought it was supposed to be fun."

"It will be okay, once you get used to it," he tells you. You feel a small, sharp pain, and something tear inside. After he pushes inside a few more times, you notice he is right. It stops hurting as much, and starts feeling sort of good.

Soon, he is pushing in quickly over and over again, and you hear sounds coming from you that sound much like the woman on the screen.

You feel your brother tense up at the same moment that you hear "What the fuck!"

Your mother stands in the doorway, mouth wide open, eyes wide open, staring at you two.

"Mommy! Brother was teaching me a new game!" You tell her, happy to learn a new game.

"You sick fucking perverts!" She screams. "Get the hell out of my house!"

Your brother quickly stands up, and you join him. When you look down, you notice blood running down your leg.

"Mommy, I am bleeding," you say, worried.

"Of course you are!" She roars. "What the hell did you expect!"

You stand there, tears welling up, wondering if you are okay, and why your mom isn't helping you.

"I don't want to see either of you again. You," she says, pointing at my brother, "have a college to go to. Get the fuck to it. And you," she says, pointing at me, "Are 18. You want to do sick shit like this, you can do it away from our house. Get out. You are no longer my daughter. You are no longer my son. You are no longer welcome here." You see tears glisten in her eyes as she turns around and walks away.

You feel tears in your own eyes, wondering what is wrong. "Brother?" You ask. He just nods his head.

"Go get your stuff, and put it in my car. You can stay at my place until...well, just until we can figure out what to do."

You nod, still not understanding what is going on. You wash yourself down near your flower, and are relieved to see there isn't anymore blood. You get dressed, pack up your stuff, and put it all in your brother's car. Your mom is no where to be found.

With tears in your eyes, you leave the house with your brother, not understanding.

Your parents don't speak to you or your brother for years.

The End