"It's only two blocks away and don't be late, because I plan on gettingout of there as soon as possible." No problem, big bro," said Taylor laughing a... he turned away. "Thanks." No, it is a problem, but you're lucky I'm doing this for you. You littleshit," said Craig, messing his brother's wild hair. "Last time though. Ican't keep living these lies for you, and get a freaking haircut already.You're looking like you're in a band." You mean super cool, bro," said Taylor. "Only the idiot football. I’ve never understood why; I don’t know whether it was the onset of puberty, or whether she made some new friends who influenced her, or something else. Whatever the cause, suddenly I was the embarrassing brat of the little brother and the butt of all her complaints and bullying. Pretty much every time we sat down for a meal, she’d moan to our parents about something I had or had not done. If I was watching something on TV, she’d grab the remote and start flipping channels, purely to be nasty. I had lost whatever food was in me the day before and had been in no mood to eat last night. I was in the mood now. Time to start what I expected to be a busy day. I threw my blue robe over my pajamas, when to the closet, removed a certain videotape from the inner pocket of my old Boy Scout jacket (a place I was pretty certain Mom wouldn't look in), and headed down the stairs. First stop - the kitchen.The coffee Mom had made was still hot, and I poured myself a cup. Next up were three eggs. ’ ‘Well, I sure hope it tastes as good at is smells,’ you say jokingly. You already know you are an incredible chef and enjoy every minute you get in the kitchen, preparing meals and taking the occasional moment away to enjoy me too. ‘Of that, I have no doubt,’ I reply my eyes widening as you turn to face me, with plates in hand. Moving to the small breakfast nook, we sit and begin our meal. I immediately feel the soft fabric of the chair on my bare pussy. I grin a little as it is incredibly.