Rise of the Rebel High

I never thought my unattainable yougner sister would be so slutty. "Oh, Patrick, be gentle. You're hurting me!" said Natasha. I watched as my younger sister, Natasha Garrison, twisted her body, her hands resting on my shoulders, and then gradually sat in my lap. Hearing her gentle moan with her warm breath in my ear, I couldn't help pouncing on her. My name was Patrick Robertson. When I was young, my parents had an accident and passed away, leaving me alone in this world. Later, I was sent to an orphanage. During my time there, many peers bullied me because I was always thin and weak. Already feeling inferior, I became more and more timid, even wondering if I would be beaten to death. But one day, I was adopted by a wealthy couple. They said they had received help from my father before and that was how they achieved their current success. In order to repay the favor, they decided to raise me. They brought me to their home and told me. "From now on, we are your parents, and you will no longer be called Patrick Robertson. Your family name will be changed into Garrison. So you are Patrick Garrison now. Got it?" Although I was young, I became very mature after my parents' death. With a sour-sore nose and red eyes, I nodded in agreement. After entering the house, I found my foster parents, Jasper Garrison and Selena Garrison, had a daughter named Natasha. They told their daughter that I was now part of the family and asked her to call me "brother." They also told me that we were now siblings and asked me to take good care of her. I nodded in agreement. To be honest, Natasha was quite beautiful. I really liked her bright and clear eyes. But Natasha didn't accept it. After hearing Selena's words, she looked at me with disgust, saying she wouldn't have a beggar-like brother like me. Since I arrived in this family, Jasper and Selena had always taught me to share things with Natasha. So, whenever I had snacks or comics, I would give them to Natasha first. At first, Natasha accepted them, but later, she got annoyed and refused my offerings. She said that these were all bought with her dad's money and that I didn't deserve to eat snacks or read comics. Later, she even threw away the things I gave her into the trash can. I was extremely sad, thinking she just didn't like these things. So, on her birthday, I saved up my pocket money for a long time and bought her a Donald Duck plush toy. I knew she loved Donald Duck. That evening, I celebrated Natasha's birthday with Jasper and Selena. I handed the Donald Duck to Natasha, wishing her a happy birthday. But Natasha took the Donald Duck, opened the window, and threw it out, looking at me with disdain and saying, "You don't deserve to give me gifts, let alone Donald Duck. The money you spent is my parents', you pathetic loser." My eyes turned red, and I almost cried. Jasper couldn't stand it anymore and asked her why she did that. Natasha said, "I hate him. He's a bastard. He doesn't deserve to be my brother." Jasper, angry after hearing this, slapped Natasha in the face. It was the first time he had hit Natasha, all for me, a stranger. Natasha covered her face, her eyes turning red, but she held back her tears. She threw the cake at my face and said loudly, "I hate you. If it wasn't for you, my dad wouldn't hit me." After that, Natasha didn't eat. She turned and went back to her room, locking the door. No matter how much Jasper and Selena called her, she wouldn't open the door. Jasper regretted it. He shouldn't have hit Natasha for me, an adopted child. Selena immediately said we were family, and there was no distinction between adopted and biological. Hearing this in the bedroom, I felt warmth in my heart and almost cried. So, I decided not to let Jasper and Selena worry and tried to find a way to mend the rift between me and Natasha. I couldn't sleep all night. The next morning, when I saw Natasha, I apologized to her, saying, "It was my fault last night. I shouldn't have given you the plush toy. I hope you can forgive me." Natasha, who was brushing her teeth, splashed water on my face and said, "Patrick, if you really want me to forgive you, then get out, get out of this house. I don't want to see you again!" I went back to my room in embarrassment and couldn't help crying. At that moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness. I knew that no matter what I said to her, it would be futile. Later, I did well in my studies. Although Natasha's grades were average, Jasper and Selena spent money to send us to a top private high school. In the hope that our relationship would improve, they even made us choose the same courses and sit together. But when I happily prepared to talk to Natasha after learning about Jasper and Selena's decision, she warned, "If you want me to change my mind about you, don't tell anyone about our relationship." I wasn't saddened by this at all, but rather happy. This meant that there was a possibility of improvement in our relationship. But soon I realized that she was lying to me. Every time I returned home and wanted to talk to her, Natasha would run straight to her room and lock the door. Each time, it gutted me. I knew I didn't deserve to be Natasha's friend, let alone her brother. As Natasha grew up, she became not only the little darling of our family, but also the most popular girl at our high school. To me, except for not having full breasts, Natasha was close to perfect in every other aspect. She had a well-proportioned figure and a flat abdomen, all thanks to her regular workouts and yoga sessions at home with her own equipment. It was because of her beautiful face and fantastic figure that she carried herself with confidence wherever she went. Coupled with her delicate and elastic skin, Natasha truly attracted all the boys in the school. Along with her forthright and daring personality, even many girls were very fond of her and wanted to be good friends with her. Being mediocre, I was no exception. Besides wanting to ease the tension between us, it seemed I had developed thoughts similar to those of other guys, wanting to touch her skin, her body... One evening, I had an unexpected experience that made this idea even more deeply ingrained in my mind. That evening, I was in the midst of washing my own clothes when Natasha walked in and pulled out a piece of her lingerie, telling me to wash it for her. I was momentarily stunned, not quite processing what was happening. Though Natasha had asked me to wash a few of her clothes back when we were kids, they were always outerwear, socks, and the like. I had never seen, let alone washed, clothes like lingerie. As we grew older, Natasha even stopped allowing me to wash her outerwear, opting to use the washing machine. I didn't think much and simply accepted it. After all, I always hand-washed my clothes. Perhaps Natasha thought hand washing would be cleaner, which was why she asked me to wash it. However, after she left, I held the lingerie, smelling the faint scent of a young girl still lingering on it. It excited me deeply. So, I brought it closer, sniffing it again. I admit it was very perverse, but it felt so good. The scent of her was just too intoxicating, and then I did something even more perverted. I took off my pants, exposed my p***s, and then pressed Natasha's panties against my lower body. Just as I was about to enjoy it, the door suddenly swung open. In a panic, I hastily wrapped Natasha's panties tightly around my p***s. I never expected it was Natasha who walked in. She looked at me in astonishment as I sniffed her lingerie up close to my nose. Then her face flushed red, and she angrily cursed at me, calling me a sick pervert. She even threatened to tell Jasper and Selena to show them the kind of son they adopted. I panicked upon hearing this, quickly pulling up my pants and grabbing her. If my foster parents found out about this, they'd probably kick me out, and I didn't want to go back to life with no families caring about me. Natasha, feeling my grip on her arm, made a disgusted face. She wanted to shake off my hand. I wouldn't let go, holding onto her arm tightly. With a pleading expression, I begged her not to tell Selena. "Let go, you're hurting me!" Natasha furrowed her brows, impatiently demanding. Just then, Selena heard the voices and walked out of the kitchen. She asked what we were doing. I remained silent, too afraid to speak. Natasha hesitated for a moment and said it was nothing, then she shook off my arm and went back to her room. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Natasha had forgiven me. After she left, I looked at my hand, feeling the sensation of holding Natasha's arm just now. Her skin was so soft yet elastic. I couldn't help but think, 'How great would it be if I could touch her as I want?' But it was just a daydream. It wasn't until one night, as I was about to fall asleep, that I noticed the door being quietly pushed open. Then, I saw Natasha, dressed in her nightwear, sneak into my room. She leaned over me, her voice soft and gentle as she said, "Patrick, would you like to come to my room tonight?" I asked her why. She said the light in her room was broken and asked me to come over and fix it. Natasha got even closer to me. It was something I couldn't even dare to imagine before. Natasha's nightwear was quite loose-fitting. From my lying-down angle, I could vaguely sense her curves. I followed the line of her smooth neck, and I could even see her chest, partly visible from the neckline. In an instant, I was aroused. Natasha followed my gaze and noticed I was looking at her breast. She suddenly sat up, her face flushed red, and she seemed ready to scold me. But somehow, she suddenly calmed down, then coquettishly said to me, "Brother, come on, please." I almost thought I had misheard until Natasha repeated it, and I dared to confirm. I thought, 'Is she really accepting me, a stranger, as her brother?' Overwhelmed by joy and Natasha's allure, I let Natasha pull me all the way to her room. Then, she sat at her desk and pointed to the lamp on the desk, saying, "It's this lamp that's broken. Can you fix it, bother?" After saying that, she smiled at me. Seeing Natasha's smile, I was stunned. It was hard to imagine that this vibrant and sunny smile was meant for me. Coupled with her bright eyes that seemed sparkle, she was truly beautiful. I admit that in that moment, she completely conquered me. All her previous unkindness towards me vanished in that instant. I took a look and found that the filament in the lamp was broken. I unscrewed it, ready to replace it with a new bulb. However, she suddenly started to take off her nightwear, saying it was too hot. I knew she wasn't really hot. With the chilly breeze outside, there was no way she could be. But for some reason, I watched her slowly undress, mesmerized. I couldn't take my eyes off her. It seemed like I had the chance to explore Natasha’s body. Just this thought alone made my mind race. She slowly undid the straps of her nightwear, and as the straps came undone, Natasha sat on me, then touched my face and said, "Brother, am I beautiful?"