Chapter One - The Sister

Sarabeth hated her little brother Jeff. As she sat cross-legged on her bed, still naked from her shower, she went over the reasons she hated him for the hundredth time. He was smarter than her - a lot smarter, everyone kept talking about how he was some sort of a boy genius. He had money and she didn't. He saved everything he earned and was always doing some odd job for one of the neighbors or setting up computer systems for school mates to make more money. But if she asked him for a loan he just laughed and told her to earn her own money. He didn't realize how expensive it was being a popular teenaged girl she thought, filled with self-pity - she had makeup to buy, CDs and food and stuff when she was out with her friends. Sarabeth's allowance was always gone the day after she got it, the rest of the week she had to live on what small change she could con out of her Dad. But mostly she hated Jeff because he kept trying to see her body. He was always looking up her skirt or down her blouse. It was like she could never relax around her house, not unless she was in her room with the door locked and the curtains pulled tightly shut. It was hard enough being fourteen and having big breasts, the boys at school were always hanging around staring at her chest, now she had to put up with the same thing at home because of her twelve year old brother; she even caught her Dad staring at her chest occasionally. When she complained to her Mom that Jeff was trying to look up her skirt all her Mom did was tell Sarabeth to try to sit more like a lady, that boys would be boys. Well, she thought that little dweeb's chances of seeing her body were zero, just like any of the boys at school. Maybe in a few years when she had a boyfriend that she really loved - and one that really loved her and spent money on her for dates and stuff, then she might let him look at her breasts. She looked down at her full breasts standing out from her chest. She definitely had fun using the power she had over the boys at school, she loved having the biggest breasts in her class. But, using the power to get attention didn't mean she had to let any of them put their hands on her or see her without clothes. It was her body and she had the control and she wasn't into sharing it. She was also determined that she was going to be a virgin on her wedding night. When she walked down the aisle in a fabulously expensive wedding dress it was going to be pure white and she was going to be as pure as the dress.......(cont)