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5 Easy Steps to Move out at 16

5 Easy Steps to Move out at 16

Published by AdoringKidBrother at 3:00 a.m.

You know how every teenager dreams of growing up, getting out of the house, and doing whatever they want? No parental control, no accountability, money flying in out of nowhere, playing all day, partying all night, a world of eternal bliss peppered with loud music and crazy clothes? See, I had that dream. I wanted to get out of there, pronto. I needed to be away from my parents and their kind eyes which only made me hate myself more. I needed to be away from him and how he made me feel. My brother.... Always the center of my pitiful universe.

Good news is I did get out. At sixteen, no less. And here’s a quick and easy five-step guide on how I managed to achieve that.

1. Fall in love with your brother

This is pretty much self-explanatory and I’ve discussed it at length on this blog. Hell, it’s why I made this blog that no one reads. This was what set my life on its current course when I turned ten and got my first boner while staring at my brother one summer. He was wearing green shorts, and I made the tiny mistake of letting my gaze follow a bead of sweat traveling down his neck, over his chest, and down his abdomen, swiftly falling into his belly button. My c**k stirred for the first time and turned into the bane of my existence.

2. See him f**k every boy in town (and around it)

When I found out we weren’t really related, I sighed in relief. Sure, I still hated myself with a passion, but at least we weren’t blood-related, right? Well, wrong. We were raised as siblings and he never treated me as anything else, so I was nothing but a twisted, perverted, brother-loving freak. To add insult to injury, the moment he turned sixteen, he decided to explore his sexuality. So every cute boy in our town, and within a fifty-mile radius around it, that wasn’t strictly straight got to experience a good ol’ pounding starring my brother. Mind you, most of those happened in his room, which was separated from mine by a measly, thin wall. He’d f**k, and I’d cry myself to sleep after a thorough spank the monkey session.

3. Get angry, run away, get dragged back by shattered parents

My first reaction to his newfound love for being the town stallion was to get extremely dark and angry. I hated everyone and everything and fantasized about beating all those boys to a pulp. I couldn’t, of course, as I was smaller, not just younger, than most of them and not really that good at fighting. So I ran away. I used all the allowance I had saved (and hadn’t given to my brother every time he flashed me a smile and made puppy eyes) and ran away. I was smart enough to make it quite far, but they caught me after a month.

My parents made me promise I’d never run away again. I stayed because he made me promise though.

4. Pour all your frustration into sports and schoolwork

I was so consumed by my love for him that from fourteen to sixteen I hardly ever managed to sleep for more than four hours a night. Sure, I could have played games and gotten into trouble, but that would have kept me there. So I studied like a maniac, took practice seriously, and graduated my four years’ worth of high school in two.

5. Go to college at sixteen

The volunteer work, the early graduation, the great results in sports, it all led to the red bow tied around my present: being admitted to college at sixteen. My parents were too proud to wonder why a healthy, smart, but not genius kid of sixteen would go to college. No one questioned my motives and my brother simply beamed with pride. Or maybe relief. He’d no longer have to put up with me trying to tag along wherever he went, or with my bitching about every guy that he kept around for more than a one-time f**k.

Yes, folks, that’s how I got to live the dream. Was it what I expected it to be? Yes, it kept me away from my brother for the past six years. I see him on our birthdays and on some of the holidays when I can’t use work as an excuse. Did I stop loving him though? Not really, but that’s not what this guide is for.

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