I kissed my brother, and I liked it

Happy Birthday

I lost my virginity to a guy named Travis Jocks when I was 16-17ish years old.

Yeah, childhood enemy became a high school sweetheart. I won't lie, the guy is hot though. Not nearly as hot as Logan, but hot. Travis has dark brown, curly hair that reaches his shoulders, two excessively alluring green eyes and a shitty personality.

He's a sexy man whore.

We've had a history. Ups and downs. Pros and cons. We dated at the start of 8th grade when I was a depressed mess with weird issues. I couldn't sleep without my blankets. I'd have nightmares in which everything would become blood red. Weird sensations, weird thoughts. All my senses were tiring themselves trying to figure out what's so dysfunctional about my brain.

Everything came blank. No results. But then I figured the best way to fix my werid feelings of sadness was to physically pleasure myself. Masturbating worked like a miracle. My 3 blunts everyday gave me a tasty and desireable high at the age of 16. Then I wanted more.

I'd heard stories of girls losing their virginities at 13 or some shit. Heck Kylie lost hers to Ryan and Ryan lost his to her at 15. They've been dating since forever. Some low life people, usually girls, with nothing better to do with their lives would bully me shitless because I was still a virgin, by calling me a lesbian. Hence, the next time I stumbled across Travis, I made sure to use the opportunity.

Travis was said to have a crush on me. Travis, the guy with all the pussies under his command was said to want me. I wanted nothing to do with him, but all the 'Cath is a lesbian pussycat' rumours needed to go away, and who better to do it then the current sex god himself. We dated, and I thought it meant nothing. We kissed, and I thought it meant nothing. We had sex, and actually, it was really good.

Surprisingly, Travis was very good with foreplay and turning you on immensely. At the time I'd say his dick was not a bad size. But I can't say anything about the recent news saying his dick's shrinked, just like his dignity. Specially considering the fact that I haven't met Travis Jr. in like an year and a half.

I haven't slept with anyone since then. Not because I didn't want to, but because a guy named Logan came all the way from England to America just so he could light up my ovaries and set them on fire whenever I glance at him. Whenever I think about sex with someone else, my pussy just scrunches up and denies, shaking itself side to side saying 'no, I only want Logan Jr.'

That's why I'm surprised when today my body and mind desires to escape. To just get high, be young and act like all my problems can go fuck themselves in the ass.

I hesitate in ringing the bell to Jasmine's house. Her house is ok. Not as big as ours, but ok. The roof of Jasmine's house is weird and tilty, and for no reason at all, I've always wanted to climb it. I shake my head not knowing if it's the giddiness or nervousness of Logan's presence that's making me hesitate in pressing the bell shaped bell beside the door. I give in and press it.

"HELLO CATHRYN! MY BABY! HOW'VE YOU BEEN?" Mrs.Hudson, Jasmine's​ mother, pulls me into a bone crushing, breath stopping, lung squishing bear hug.
Well she looks abnormally merry to have me here.

"Hey... Mrs.Hudson. I-I can't *shaky gasp* breathe *rasp*"

"Oh! Sorry honey." She lets me go, moving her gigantic body away from me. And when she does that, I get a look at all that her body was blocking from my view earlier.

Well this is awkward. Little girls, probably 7 years of age, are roaming everywhere with those barbie magic wands that you buy from target for $5 in their hands. They're wearing big, pink poofy dresses and pink fairy wings on their backs. All of a sudden, I feel naked in my outfit.