Okay, first of all I'd like to explain that I prefer not to get too caught-up in detailed descriptions – particularly things that the characters wouldn't know. But it should go without saying that all characters are at least 18 years old.
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I was on winter break and loving it. Or at least I had been. Staring out the side window of our SUV I was dreading what would no doubt be another awkward and tedious visit with my parent's best friends, the Petersons. My dad and Jim Peterson go way back, before I was ever born. They've worked together for almost as long.
Jim and his wife, Karen, have two daughters. Jamie, who is only a few months younger than I am, is an absolute knockout. Even though we've gone to the same schools since the 6th grade, we've never really hung out since she and I ran with different crowds. But that didn't keep me from noticing what a hottie Jamie is. She's a tall, leggy brunette, and plays basketball on our school's team. Her body is perfect: firm and lean. And do her outfits ever make that obvious! As if that isn't enough, she has beautiful brown eyes and the prettiest face I've ever seen.
Jamie's younger sister Cassy is another matter. She's a little blond chatterbox, around my height (although she must be two or three years younger). It seems that most of the time she wears round, gold, wire-frame glasses over her brown eyes. Despite Cassy's nerdy appearance, pretty much everything she says reveals that she is a total ditz. Just being in the same room with her can be unbearable. Not only that, but she didn't appear to have much a body to speak of. It was hard to tell, though, because whenever I saw her during my family's occasional visits she was dressed modestly and spent of most of time in the rec-room.
As we turned off into their neighborhood I tried to be optimistic. It was only one evening. But then again we were invited to dinner, which could easily last all evening with table talk. Jamie should be there. Maybe she would even greet us all with hugs like last time. Just the vivid memory of holding her body against mine for that fleeting moment had inspired my masturbation for the next couple of days.
Before I knew it we were parking in the looped driveway in front of the Petersons' giant house, atop the largest hill of our small suburban city. We let ourselves in the side door, since they were expecting us. As we walked into the kitchen Jim and Karen greeted my dad and mom. Meanwhile I spotted Cassy standing behind them, looking fidgety.
"Hi, Cassy." I began.
"Hi-uh." She replied after a slight hesitation, probably expecting me to ignore her as I usually do.
"So, you're on break too?"
"Yep."
"Have you been enjoyed it so far?" I pursued.
"Oh yeah, it's great! I get spend lot's of time with my girlfriends and don't have to go to all those stupid, boring classes." She gleefully replied.
"Hmm, with your girlfriends." I teased.
"Gawd, I mean just us girls. Geeze." She muttered irritably.
With a grin I walked down the hall to use the bathroom. She was gone when I returned. Great, I thought, now what the hell was there to do? My mom was helping Karen prepare dinner and my dad was sitting on the couch talking to Jim about work with the TV muted in the background. I apparently was the only one who would have liked to watch it. So I decided to quietly wander off.
Turning the corner I began climbing the curved staircase. As I approached the top I could hear a TV in the rec-room. Following my ears I found Cassy sitting on the light-gray loveseat, watching "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air." I made eye-contact with her as I entered the room, then took a seat beside her.
"Hey Cassy, where's Jamie?"
"Jamie's still at school. She said she had some stuff she needed to take care of, but I think she just stayed to party."
