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Big Sister

"(name)! Don't forget you're babysitting your little brother tonight! Take care of him!"

"HE'S FIFTEEN, HE'S DOESN'T NEED TO BE BABYSAT!" You tell back

"He's grounded!"

"I don't want to!"

"Bye"

You sigh. You're babysitting your little brother, Andy tonight. Your smoking hot and talented little brother, who whenever you see, you just want to rip off his clothes. You had peaked when he was in the shower before.

You sneak in on Andy as he's on the computer, and you notice he's on MySpace.

"BOO!" You yell, grabbing his shoulders, making him jump.

"WOAH!" He yelps. You spin his chair around and jump on his lap.

"Guess who's babysitting you tonight"

"You are...?"

"Which means you have to do whatever I say"

He sighs.

"Can you leave me alone now?" he grunts.

"You're grounded, you're not even allowed on the computer!"

"I was just checking my MySpace"

"Go take a shower"

"No"

"Do it now!"

"I can't do it while you're sitting on top of me"

"Aw, Andy, sweetheart, surely you're stronger than me"

He gives you an icy glare. He isn't his usual happy self today.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Don't lie to me"

"Okay; something, but I'm not going to tell you"

"It's because you're grounded.."

"No"

"Is it about me...?"

"Yes" he says.

You get off him and he walks out, closing the door behind him. You open it and follow him upstairs. You watch him walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind him, before glaring at him angrily. You walk into his bedroom and curiously run through his drawers in search of what might be wrong. You find his phone and scroll through his text messages. Nothing. You look at his MySpace, nothing. You rummage through his drawers. Nothing but CD's and tobacco. You huff in boredom and looked through the third drawer down. A little black book entitled 'Diary' in big silver letter laid on top of a ballpoint pen. I took the book and opened it to the nearest date to today. Maybe this could tell me why he was so upset with me.

'April, 2nd, 2013 - I'm still in love with her. I know, I know. I know how wrong it is. I know it's incest. I know she's my older sister. I know she'll never love me back, at least not this way. Nothing has been going right and I don't know wether I should bother going on. I hate everything-' you hear the bathroom door unlock and throw it back in it's drawer and run out and into your bedroom.

You wait for about 10 minutes, just reblogging posts on tumblr, not forgetting what you had read for a single second. You walk into Andy's room, assuming he's dressed. He's sitting on his bed, using his laptop.

"Hey Andy" you close the door behind you.

"What do you want?"

"Oh nothing much" you close his laptop and put it on his bedside table.