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My name is Betty. A name for an old lady living in the countryside somewhere, if you ask me. My older brother Brenden used to call me Babe. When I was born, he was three and pronouced my name as “Baby” instead of Betty. Eventually it turned into everyone calling me that, and then it fell short to just Babe. My mom stopped calling me that when my father died though when I was seven. My brother stopped calling me Babe when he was thirteen and realized how inappropriate it might sound to others.As I said, my father died when I was seven. My mother then put all of her focus, energy, and time into her work (she’s a lawyer). She wouldn’t let herself slow down, I think out of fear she’d finally have to let herself grieve and deal with daddy’s death. So my brother Brenden şişli escort bayan took care of me. He’s nineteen now and I just turned sixteen. He’s more than a brother to me, he’s my best friend, a substitue dad, he’s the only person I’ve ever completely trusted because he knows exactly what we’ve been through as a family.Since he’s left for college in the beginning of the fall semester, I barely see him anymore. But he’s home now for winter break and I can’t wait to spend time with him.”Hey little sister, what’s up?” Brenden asks as he plops down on the couch next to me.”Nothing…” I look away from him and hold back some tears. I’m obviously upset, and it doesn’t take him long to notice.”What’s wrong?” He presses. I look at him with his mecidiyeköy escort bayan dark blond hair, grey eyes, and lean body. He has a swimmer’s body. And he’s tall. He must have a million girls chasing him at college.”It’s…my boyfriend. Or should I say my ex-boyfriend.””Uh-oh. Boy trouble…” He tries to give me a teasing smile. “Want me to kick his ass? What’d he do?””Nothing. It’s me!” I can’t help but let a tear escape from my eye. “We’ve been going out for almost a year and he’s been pressuring me to…you know. But I can’t get myself to.””What?!” Brenden looks taken aback. “Pressuring you to have sex? Where is he? WHO is he?””It’s not his fault Bren,” I tell my brother. “I’ve wanted to, it’s just going to be my first time escort şişli and I’m scared. I’m scared that he might not be the right one. I like him but I don’t love him. I want it to be with someone I love and completely trust.” I lean over and put my head on his shoulder like I used to do when we were little. We sat in silence for a moment breathing at the same pace. I started feeling warm, and noticed the way he flinched a little each time my well developed breasts pressed into his well-toned chest.Brenden shifted on the couch. He looked uncomfortable.”Maybe you should wait until mom gets home to talk to her about this…” He says awkwardly. “But don’t ever do anything you aren’t ready to do.””That’s it?” I pull away from him and jump up. “That’s all you have for me? No advice? No suggestion? Just good luck and go ask mom who’s never around to be bothered with me in the first place?” I turned and ran upstairs to my room.Brenden came up after me to make sure I was alright.”Hey,” he says coming into my room and sitting next to me on my bed.
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