How my Little Sister Stole my GF

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"How my Little Sister Stole my Girl fiend"

short story by Rockhead

Growing up my little sister Amy was always a brat. Smart and mischievous, she seemed to delight in nothing more than making my life as difficult as possible. Mom had kept her dressed in the cutest clothes, pigtails, and bows. She was always the center of attention. Despite all the super sweet girly girl stuff, she was very active and a bit of a tomboy. Oh, and I guess nature must have put a little too much testosterone or something into the mix because she has a dick!

Amy was a perfectly normal little girl in every other physical aspect. I know this, of course, being that I am two years older almost to the day I used to help my Mom give baths and had innocently inquired about the difference between myself and her. She had explained to me the difference between boys and girls, and why my sister was special. I also grew up with an understanding of why her difference had to be kept secret.

I honestly never paid it much mind and we went through childhood together as normally as any siblings do. I went through puberty and the corresponding changes that go along with it.

I began to date girls from school and often times they would come over and hang out at my house. As girls often mature earlier than boys, Amy wasn't too far behind me when she began to blossom.

It was about this time frame that I began to notice a strange pattern of behavior from her.

She seemed to have no particular interest in boys either at school or the typical teenage heart-throbs that pubescent girls always woo over. She did however pay quite a bit of attention to the girls that I brought home. She seemed to go out of her way to be around when I would have a girlfriend over and I can't think of a single one that hadn't developed some sort of friendship with her. Occasionally, as my girlfriend at the time sat watching TV, we would begin making out and heavy petting. After a while Amy would always get up and leave abruptly. I wasn't sure why. I naively assumed she was being polite and allowing us some privacy. It took a bit of a shocker to wake me from that disillusion.

One afternoon, shortly after my 16th birthday, we were all sitting in the downstairs living room watching a movie. My girlfriend Sarah, a very pretty and stacked blond from school, were going at it kinda heavy on the couch. I couldn't help notice that Amy was paying alot more attention to what I was doing than to the film. I also noticed that she had the blanket she always snuggled with bunched up over her lap. 'I don't believe it' It finally dawned on me. 'She's getting ex