The Brat

My name's Mike and I'm 22. I just graduated from college with a history degree, which seemed like a brilliant idea at the time. In hindsight, it was probably just the easiest way to get A's in my classes while I had the typical college experience - partying, drinking and (trying to) bang hot chicks.

After four years of fun living in a college town, real life has caught up with me real fast. My Mom passed when I was 18, she died in a car wreck. That was tragic but "at least" she had me later in life, so she was 58 when she died and had lived a relatively long and happy life. Dad raised me and my sister Cassidy pretty well, but after his wife died like that he understandably lost his drive to work 50 hour weeks as a medical equipment salesman providing for us. He took a part-time job without much stress close to the house and was "semi-retired" from that point on. He had some money saved up in his 401k from decades of hard work, so why not?

Dad was a little older than Mom and unfortunately he passed away this June. He did get to see me graduate from college and Cassidy graduate from high school, and he was able to get around up until the end so he had a nice semi-retirement. He left a will which gave his stocks to his sister (our aunt) so she could retire, and everything else was split between me and Cassidy. Everything else ended up being the house, Dad's truck, and enough cash to pay the bills for the rest of the summer.

I was glad to get anything, don't get me wrong. I know I'm fortunate. Having a house and a truck, both paid off, was a huge advantage at age 22. It did make me suddenly feel like an adult though, to have to worry about stuff like cleaning the gutters and filling the truck's tank with gas each week, fretting if the roof had a leak or the foundation was cracked, and on top of looking after Cassidy. Yeah she's 18 and technically an adult, but you know how teenagers are these days. She would be pretty helpless on her own and needs someone to take care of the house and keep her on track, otherwise she'd be... well, I don't even want to think where she'd be if left to her own devices.

I was probably gonna move back home anyway and now that was just about the only choice. I got a job in a bank as a teller (yeah didn't really need a history degree for that - what was I thinking?) and was sleeping in my childhood bedroom. And living with my bratty little sister without any adult supervision.

Wait. Now I was the adult supervision.

Hello. I started writing this to see what would happen. It went somewhere fairly quickly and I decided to post it. As with my other stories it's a mixture of sex and story with an emphasis on interesting, unusual characters. There's probably more story than sex, I'll be honest, but it's all in service of having fleshed-out characters so their interactions are more meaningful.

I don't think there will be as much of a convoluted plot as with my previous story but who knows? I also think this story will stay focused on the two main characters rather than become a harem. I try to integrate reader suggestions and criticism if it seems like a good idea, so feel free to leave comments. At the risk of sounding like a douchebag, if you enjoy the story please click like on the chapters!