My brother is one of, if not, the hottest guys I know. He’s twenty, tall and slender with light brown hair and the bluest eyes any girl could want. I see him every day, but to tell you the truth, I could actually stare at him all day long and never get bored.I just wish he looked at me the way I looked at him.I am in love with my own brother. Yes, I know also that I am not supposed to be. Yet, every time I see him, I get all flustered inside. Not to mention, instantly wet. Yes, my brother makes me wet. I don’t even have to touch what is between my legs when I see him. My panties are immediately soaked.God, how I would love to tell him I want him to fuck me!That will never happen though. My best friend, Missy, dates him and I could never betray her. I already feel like I do since I feel the way I feel. But I have never told anyone how I feel, so I shouldn’t. Still, I know how I feel and sometimes, it is even hard talking to my best friend knowing she dates my brother.But that all changed the other day as Missy and I were talking before class started. See, we are seniors in high school and we are getting close to graduating. so we see each other every single istanbul travesti day. That always made it harder on me. Well, Missy was turned around in her desk talking to me and said, right out of the blue, “You’re in love with Brantley and I know it.” I had no time to answer, even if I had wanted. The teacher walked in and started class.I was devastated. Missy knew. I guess I could not cover my feelings for Brantley very well.I was unable to concentrate during class after that. I just wanted to get up and walk out and hide in the girl’s bathroom stall. I wanted to just bawl my eyes out. I was actually hurt. Really hurt.When the bell rang to change class, I ran out of the room, not wanting to even have a word with Missy, but I knew I would see her, as I had to stop at my locker and get my books for the next class and hers was right beside mine. It was inevitable.As I was getting my books out of my locker, Missy got hers and did not even say a word. I was relieved. I could feel her wanting to say something though. As I walked away, I did look back and saw her staring at me. She was looking at me with sincere eyes actually. istanbul travestileri Not with a look that could kill.That surprised me actually. I would have thought Missy would have had the look of the devil knowing I was also in love with the same guy with whom she was in love, who just so happened to be my brother. I really wanted to know how Missy knew, but was not about to ask her. I was ashamed that she had figured it out. Ashamed because it was not supposed to be that way. I mean, a sister in love with her own blood? Even Missy had to agree that was not normal.I did not sit by Missy during the next class. I sat in the back of the room surrounded by the guys that would have gladly fucked me if I had given them the chance. I did not want them though. I wanted my own brother. I had thought many times what it would feel like to spread my legs for Brantley; to let him see my wet pussy, and what he’d do with it. I could feel the moisture slipping from it already as I sat there. Class had just started, but I had to get up and leave. I could not take it anymore.I ran out of the room, everybody looking at me, including the travesti teacher. After that, I heard Missy yelling from the room down the hall after me.“Sherrie! Stop!”“Leave me alone Missy! I don’t want to talk to you! Just leave me alone! Go away!”“Sherrie, I am not going anywhere, you know that. We need to talk.”“No we don’t. I don’t think I will ever be able to talk to you again!”“You are talking to me now!”I turned and looked at Missy, who had finally caught up with me and said, “Because you are making me talk to you. Just let me go, Missy. Please?”“No! You can run to the bathroom, but I am going to follow you. Sherrie, I am sorry I said what I said, but you know it’s true also.”“God, Missy, you don’t know how to listen do you? I want to be alone!”“Sherrie, don’t avoid what I said. I want to talk because I want you to know that it does not bother me. I think it’s okay.”I was actually stunned for a minute. Missy knew it also and said, “Sherrie, come on, let’s get out of the hall,” and she drug me to the bathroom.As soon as we found a stall and closed the door, I looked at Missy and said, “You mean you are okay with me being in love with my own brother? The one you also love? Come on Missy, even I know that is crazy.”“Sherrie, crazy yes, but sexy as hell. You want to know how I knew you were?”“Yes, but I was so afraid to ask.” I said as Missy wiped a tear away from my face with her finger.“Sherrie, I see how you look at him for one thing.