Body Rebellion: My Forbidden Romance

Title: My First Story

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I'm Mari, and I'm 14. Recently, I did something with my older brother and would totally do it again.
My name is Mari, and I'm fourteen. Lately, it's like my own body doesn't belong to me. It has all these new feelings, like it's tuned to a frequency only I can hear, and it's loudest when my brother Jake is around. He's older, and he's got that whole confident, athletic thing going on, and when he's just being a guy, walking around in a tank top, my stomach does this flip. And then, you know, other places. It's embarrassing, but it's also exhilarating. It makes me feel all warm and then my underwear gets damp. I try to ignore it, but it's always there, humming under my skin.

One afternoon, the house was completely silent. My parents were out, and I had the whole place to myself. The humming was stronger than ever. I was in my room, and I don't know, I just felt this overwhelming curiosity. I locked my door, my heart thumping. I lay back on my bed, my hand drifting down, under the waistband of my shorts.

It felt...electric. Like I'd touched a live wire. I'd touched myself before, but never like this, never with this intention. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation, building it up until my breath hitched. I was so lost in it, in this secret, dizzying feeling, that I didn't hear the doorknob turn.

"Mari?" My eyes snapped open. Jake was standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of shock and something else I couldn't read. My blood ran cold. I yanked my hand away as if I'd been burned, my face flooding with a heat so intense it was painful.

"Jake!" I stammered, but the words died in my throat. He didn't yell. He didn't laugh. He just stood there, closing the door softly behind him. He walked over to the bed, and the air felt thick, heavy. "It's okay," he said, his voice low, a rumble I felt more than heard. "It's normal to feel things."

He sat on the edge of my mattress, his weight making me tilt toward him. He looked at me, really looked at me, and his gaze was so intense it made my stomach clench. "I can show you," he whispered. "A better way to make that feeling go away."

My mind was a blur, but my body leaned in. A terrifying spike of excitement cut through the fear. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, then my collarbone. His touch was gentle, but it left a trail of fire. His hand moved down, over my shirt, my panties. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but I didn't want him to stop.

Then he positioned himself between my legs. "It's okay," he said. "I'll be gentle at first."

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