I’m Kayla, I’m 16, 5’3, 48C cup breast, long brown hair, with a fine tanned small-hourglass figure, then there’s my twin brother, Shawn, 5’8, scrawny looking but extremely sexy, with short black hair, finally there’s our older sister, Kyra, 17, long black hair, 5’6, body of a goddess, and the favorite of our parents. Most people only know me because of Kyra’s and Shawn’s outstanding popularity. Our dad name is John, he’s 6’2, short black hair, fully muscled up, goes to the GYM every day after work, married to Sheila, our mom; she’s 5’9, and looks exactly like a older version of my sister except that she has brown hair. Friday, the last day of the school week; and also my favorite day of the week. I opened the door, and feeling so great that I’m finally home, I dropped my bag in the usual spot, inside, by the side of the door. As I walked in I could see my sister over there on the couch watching TV, in her yellow tank top and short black shorts. I had envied my sister being so beautiful compared to my average-looking self, though I would never tell my sister that. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing myself a Sprite, and Escort Pendik a leftover sandwich from yesterday’s dinner and went upstairs. We lived in a three story neighborhood house, pool included, kitchen and living room downstairs, the second story is my room, our parents’ room, and king-sized bathroom for me and our parents , and the third story is Kyra’s room, Shawn’s room, and a medium sized bathroom that Shawn and Kyra those share. I rushed into my room so glad that I am finally home; I jumped straight onto my bed as soon as it was in reach. “Finally, only one more week after this till summer!” I screamed out loud. Just then Sheila and John walked in, “Kayla sweetie, the springs in Shawn’s bed is loose, so he will be staying with you till his new bed comes in.” said Sheila, trying to put on the best sympathic look she could. I really didn’t want him in here again, I like having my own privacy. I sat up and said, “I don’t want to have him in here, last time he was in here it was hell. How long till his bed comes?” Sheila put on her one of a kind ‘please, just do it, please’ look and said “That was Beykoz escort when you guys were younger, you guys are older now, and the bed will be here in a week or two” I hated the thought of sharing a room with him again for two weeks, “Can’t he go on the couch or in Kyra’s room, or at the least, in a cage?” I grumbled, still trying to fight back, knowing I will lose this argument anyways. Sheila was looking a little annoyed now, “That is your, TWIN, brother, Kayla, and your sister is much too old, to be sharing a room. So, YOU, WILL, have to – ” John cutting her off mid-sentence “Kayla, if you cater him till his bed comes, I will allow you to throw that party you wanted while me and your mom is off on our honeymoon.” I really wanted that party, even enough to share a room with Shawn. “Ok, Shawn can stay with me till his bed comes.” I said feeling so unhappy about sharing a room with Shawn. Sheila, happy the argument was over, said “Great!” then she and dad walked out of my room, soon to be shared with a annoying twin brother. I layed back down, just then Shawn walked straight in without knocking, Cevizli escort bayan another of Shawn’s bad qualities. “Hey baby sis, I guess I’ll be crashing with you for a while!” He said with a big smile, thinking things are so great with us sharing a room. He jumped on the bed, then jumping on top of me, holding me down. I squirmed left and right but I could get loose from underneath him. “Let me go you asshole!” I screamed “No! As long as we’re sharing a room, I’m in charge! Don’t forget it!” I was mad; Shawn always wants to be controlling me just because he is older, just by an hour. The more I squirmed the more he held me down. Then I started to feel his, extremely hard, cock poking against my crotch. “Mhmm, your nasty ass is getting hard off of sitting on your sister, good for nothing rapist!” I yelled at him. Just then, out of nowhere, Shawn gave me a hard slap across my face. “Shut your ass up, I’m in charge and I am not taking any rudeness from you!” He said to me in his harshest voice. That slap had hurt a lot, mom never even slap me that hard. I didn’t want to cry, not in front of Shawn, but I could feel my tears starting to betray me though. I knew Shawn could see the blood rushing to my cheeks, from that hard slap. Unexpectedly Shawn started rubbing my, very much in pain, cheek. “You better remember who’s in charge, before I have to mess up that pretty little face of yours.” Shawn said, still rubbing my cheek.