And it gave me an idea.
“I bet I have a pair of shorts that I haven’t worn in a few years,” I muttered, hearing the bed springs from my brother’s bedroom groaning louder. He must be watching some porn on his phone, wearing headphones so no one would know what he was doing.
But I did.
I bent over, wiggling my rump, imagining Dad or Rick or John watching my ass shake as I dug around in my bottom-most drawer. It was full of shorts that I’d put away since summer was over. I dug through and then…
Triumphed!
I found a pair of jean shorts that I hadn’t worn in two years. I could tell they would be tight.
The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmic slap echoing.
I slid my legs into the shorts. I worked them up and up my legs, my hips wiggling from side to side. My little titties quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the shorts higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight fabric up over my rump. I sucked in a deep breath, struggling to fasten them closed. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t fat. I had a flat, taut stomach. I was just younger when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to draw the fasteners together.
I couldn’t button them.
I could, however, draw up the zipper most of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so naughty especially with my panties peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My wicked pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.
Through the wall, I could hear John really going to town on his cock. He was spanking his monkey like the second coming was about to happen, and he wanted one last cum before Jesus Christ arrived.
Did he deserve to get off?
Nope!
Not after he spilled orange juice all over me.
I crept to my door, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it open inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the hinges. I had a huge grin as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the shower going, guessing Rick was in there. I had ideas for him, too.
Then, Dad stepped out of his bedroom. He blinked when he saw me in the hallway, his cheeks reddening. Without a word, he hurried past me, looking straight ahead like he was pretending he didn’t see my cute, little titties bouncing naked minutes ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how salacious my outfit was. What a shame. It was so much fun teasing him.
I shrugged.
I waited outside of John’s bedroom, listening and waiting for the sound of his bed to start creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delight when he resumed, thinking he was safe. My smile grew larger and larger. I grabbed the door handle, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a deep breath, my entire body trembling. Tingles raced from my panties, electrifying all of my skin, driving me to be the biggest brat in the world.
I wrenched open the door, jumped inside his bedroom, shouting, “Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten!”
John, his shirt pulled up to expose his flat stomach and his hand stroking his dick, kicked his legs as he struggled to cover himself. “Shit!”
He glared at me as he managed to pull his blanket over his cock. His face turned beet red as I shook my head at him. I waggled my finger just to be more of a brat.
“What the fuck!” he snarled. “Get out of here!”
“Don’t you know that masturbation makes you go blind?” I taunted, grinning at him.
“Anna, you fucking bitch!”
I gasped in mock shock. “I’m gonna tell daddy you called me a bitch!” I grinned at him. “And that you were jerking off your little pud. Just milking it.”
I darted out of the room and closed the door. I burst into laughter as I heard him scrambling around.
No getting off for him. I might have hated that skirt, and he’d soaked my unflattering panties, but he had no right to cover me in orange juice.
It was time to get back at my older brother for provoking John. My little pussy tingled as I approached the bathroom door. The shower hissed. Our house was old. It lacked locks on any of the doors, even the bathroom. My brothers had used that to their advantage many times to pull pranks on each other.
Now it was my turn.
I twisted the door’s brass handle ever so slowly. I cracked the door open, the sound of my brother, Rick, showering grew louder. Water sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no idea I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the door open just a little farther. I could see him as a shadow through the plastic curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.
A wicked thrill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his body all smooth muscles. My pussy clenched as I spotted his clothes sitting atop a brown towel. He’d brought it in from the linen closet.
We didn’t keep towels in the bathroom.
I grinned as I crept forward. His humming stopped as I grabbed his clothes and towel in my greedy hands. The shower curtain ripped open, and there was my brother naked, shampoo suds in his hair, his cock swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark thatch of pubic hair.
“Anna?” he asked in shock.
I stuck out my tongue at him as I scooped up his clothes and towels. I bolted.
“You fucking little brat!” he snarled as I whirled around, my brown hair whipping about my face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard Rick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my chest as I raced down the stairs. My feet drummed a fast beat as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.
Rick stumbled after me.
I threw a look over my shoulder and grinned as he struggled to cover his dick with one hand as he charged down the stairs, his free hand sliding down the banister. “Give me back my clothes, you fucking brat!”
Laughing, I jumped the last few stairs and landed on the first floor. I darted to my right, heading into the living room. I could hear Dad’s recliner swinging shut with that loud clang. I burst into the living room to see him standing up, his face twisted in anger until he saw me. Confusion flicked across his expression as I clutched Rick’s clothing and towel to my chest.
“Daddy, Daddy!” I gasped, dropping everything as I rushed towards him. “Rick is chasing me naked!”
Rick burst into the living room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our father. I hugged Daddy while giving Rick a gleeful look over my shoulder. I stuck my tongue out at him. Fury soared across my oldest brother’s face as I snuggled up tight against Daddy’s strong chest. My little nipples throbbed. Through the thin fabric of my t-shirt, I felt how strong Daddy was.
“What the fuck, Rick?” gasped daddy as he stared as my older brother.
“That little bit… She stole my clothes, Dad!”
“Anna?” Daddy asked.
“I just had to dart into the bathroom to get something, and then Rick spotted me and I panicked, and I didn’t know what to do, so I just grabbed his clothes out of fright, and he was chasing me all naked, and his cock was thrusting hard before him, and I didn’t know what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, Daddy!”
“You little—”
“Rick!” growled Daddy.
“Sorry, sir,” Rick muttered, still covering himself. “That’s a lie. She stuck out her tongue at me. She stole my clothes on purpose!”