My little sister is a brat, there is no other way of saying it. Molly used to be the sweetest little girl in the world. When we were younger she would always ask to play with me, she was polite, and most of all she seemed to love being around me. However, she seems to have changed overnight.
After Molly had made some new friends at school she became obsessed with acting more mature like a teenager. She's still a few years off since she's still only eleven, but she does everything she can to hide that fact. Molly has started wearing trendy clothes and even some makeup. She also begged and pleaded to get a cell phone. Her personality changed as well. Suddenly it became 'uncool' to hang out with your older brother and she started mouthing off more often to both me and our parents. My once cute and funny little sister has turned into a huge Bitch.
I'm not the only one that hates Molly's personality shift. Our mom has just about had it with the ungrateful way Molly has started to treat the rest of the family. Last week was the last straw. Mom and Molly got into a real nasty argument over some expensive makeup Molly wanted. Molly had called out Mom a bitch and claimed a hag like her couldn't understand what it took to be pretty. That really set Mom off. After finally having enough Mom told Molly she would have to start paying for her own makeup and clothes, as well as pay her own cellphone bill.
My little sister was shocked and tried to argue, but mom didn't budge. She told Molly she could rely on her allowance or try and do jobs around the neighborhood like mow lawns or start a lemonade stand. The argument was finally finished after Mom mocked that this is what a mature teenager would do. Gritting her braces-covered teeth Molly declared she'd do it her own way.
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About two weeks have gone by and Molly has been quiet. I was hoping that the punishment was actually having an effect on her until I hear a knock on my bedroom door. When I open it Molly is standing there looking both embarrassed and angry.
"I need your help," She states in a defeated voice.
I can't help but grin to myself knowing how hurt her pride must be. "If you're just going to ask me for money, forget it," I tell her.
"I don't need your stupid money!" She shouts before lowering her volume again, "I have a way to make my own money without Mom or you. I just know you're a nerd and I need your help with a dumb app on my phone."
"An app?" I ask.
"Yeah, a friend from school was telling me about it. She said her big sister posts pictures on the app to make money. I wanted to do it too, but when I was signing up for it I put in my birthday and the app says I'm blocked now."
My mind races as I realize what type of app she is talking about. I yank my sister into my room and close the door.
"Give me that," I say as I snatch her phone and confirm my suspicions.
"Hey give that back," Molly protests as I look through her phone.
I was right, she was trying to sign up for one of those apps where girls show softcore porn of themselves. I let out a sigh and hand Molly her phone back.
"Molly this is an app for adults. Women post naked pictures of themselves on it. Kids like you aren't allowed on it," I try and explain.
"Eww, why would people want naked pictures?" Molly asks innocently.
"Because adults like looking at each other naked," I try poorly to explain, "Either way you also have to be sexy to make any money and no one thinks a flat-chested kid like you is sexy."
Molly scowl's before shouting back, "I am not flat! And I am way sexier than all the women on that stupid app!"
Molly strikes a pose to show off her obviously stuffed bra and slender frame. I might have to blame my own teen-aged hormones, but I can't say that her body doesn't interest me at all. Maybe it's the way she dresses now or maybe I'm just a pervert that likes little girls, but I have started to feel more attracted to my little sister's developing body. Perhaps it's something primal in me that simply wants to put this brat in her place. Either way, this could be an opportunity for me to get some needed revenge since I've got a bit of spending money from my part-time job.
As I stare at Molly for a moment, partially checking her out and partially thinking, she interrupts me by saying, "Stop staring at me creep and help me out. I need to make money, so can you help me or not?"
I grin to myself before I reply