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Ever since I turned 18 last month, my older brother, Ben, has been staring at me. Not just a "what's wrong with your face" stare, but something else; something more.
At first, it was a little bit awkward. It started the night after my birthday, when my family was out on a Sunday night, having dinner at a restaurant to celebrate.
When we were in the car, driving home, he stared at me so hard I thought something was wrong.
I was sitting in the back seat with him. My dad was driving, and my mother sat up front. I looked over at Ben, and he was gawking at me. At my breasts, really.
To say it was awkward was an understatement. I ignored it the best I could, but it really creeped me out.
Then I'd notice him standing at my door, peeking through the crack as I dressed.
Yeah, I should've kept the door locked, but hindsight was 20-20, you know?
It was weird.
He'd always been there for me, but now he was being a little too protective, if you know what I mean.
One time I was at the kitchen sink, washing dishes. He came up from behind and pressed against my back, and I felt a hard poke on my butt. I thought, "What the fuck?" and pushed him away.
That was when he got really creepy.
After that, he would follow me to the bathroom. All the while trying to get a glimpse of my bare breasts.
I mean, I had to admit, my tits were pretty nice, I suppose. They were C-cups, and perky as hell.
My mom was the same way, and she told me I could probably make some money by
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