Chapter 1: The Beginning
I've known Molly for many years. In fact, I've known her since she was born. You see, she is the little sister of one of my friends. She was always there over the years to bug us, take our stuff, and just generally drive us crazy as she is about ten years younger than us.
However, things change with time, and Molly is no exception to that rule. I had gone away to college and then on to a fancy job in the city. After a few years I grew bored of the fast paced life and decided to move home. I found a nice little apartment and started reconnecting with old friends.
One of my first stops was Simon's house, the older brother of Molly. I hadn't seen her in probably 10 years and I guess somewhere in the back of my mind she was 8. Now I'm 28 and I was soon to find out that she had changed quite a bit in the last decade.
I pull up in front of Simon's place in my new Mustang, thinking I could show it off to an old friend. He had always been a fan of the muscle car, so I figured he'd enjoy this. I give it another look as I head up the sidewalk and knock on the door.
The door opens and there stands a gorgeous woman. I can't even think of anything to say because I'm so shocked to see someone of this caliber at Simon's place. Nothing against Simon, but he was never the guy in school that had his pick of the women.
"Well?" she says.
"Oh, yeah, sorry... is Simon here?" I ask apologetically.
"Nope"
"Well, can you tell him Bobby stopped by?"
"He'll be back in ten minutes" she says.
"Yeah ok, I'll just swing back by..."
"OR, you could just come in and wait, dumbass"
Suddenly it hits me, this is Molly.
"Oh, holy shit, I didn't even recognize you!"
"Yeah, I figured that much out"
"Quite the feisty one aren't you now!"
She just grins and turns away, heading up the stairs. I can't help but notice the oh so fine ass that she is sporting. I follow her up the stairs and can't help but watch her hips sway as she walks.
Just as she is about two steps from the stop she happens to step on a loose piece of the carpeting. She falls backwards as her foot gives way, thinking quickly I grab the handrail and catch her with the other arm.
"Whoa!" I say as I pin her against me so she can regain her feet. Purely be accident, as she fell my arm came to rest across her chest. The sweatshirt completely hides her figure, but holding her like this leaves little to the imagination. Her tits have to be at least a 38 C!
"Oh, my savior!" she says mockingly as she pries herself free from my arm.
"I guess I shoulda let you fall then huh?"
"You probably would have if hadn't had a chance to grab my tits," she jeers.
"I didn't... I mean... it was..."
"Sure sure! Save it for the jury."
She continues up the stairs and heads for the kitchen. I follow her up and find a seat on the couch to wait.
"You want a beer?" she asks.
"Sure, whatever is cold."
Molly walks back out with two beers and I chuckle at her.
"Don't tell me you are drinking too! I didn't think were old enough yet," I joke.
"You want the beer or not, smartass?"
"Give it here"
She sets hers on the end table and sighs.
"Damn, its warm in here. I just came in from a walk."
She begins pulling her sweatshirt off over her head. As it goes up, it pulls the tee shirt under it up too. The static cling hold on long enough that I just catch a glimpse of the bottoms of her tits. She isn't even wearing a bra! One arm frees itself from a sleeve, allowing her to grab the tee and pulls it back down just before I can see anything more. She get the sweatshirt off and looks at me with a grin.
"You almost got a show, huh!"
"What? I was watching TV."
"Bullshit," she says. "I can see living proof from right here." I follow her line of sight directly to my crotch. Damned if it wasn't pitching a bit of a tent right there for the whole world to see.
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I couldn't help it really."
"I know I'm smokin' hot, I've learned to live with it."
I just shake my head and take a sip of my beer.
"What? You sayin' you wouldn't fuck me right now?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying! You are my buddy's kid sister and besides that, he'll be home in ten minutes."
Almost as if someone had scripted this situation, the phone rings. Molly grabs it.
"Hello... well I'm not waiting dinner on you... hell no... oh, your fucktard friend Bobby is here... yeah, hold on..."
"He wants to talk to you."
"Hello" I say.
"Hey asswipe!"
"Good to talk to you too!"
"Hey, I'm gonna be stuck here at work until at least nine, feel free to hang out and we can get a drink when I get home."
"Sounds good to me, besides I don't even have cable at my new place yet."
"Cool, just don't let my shithead sister bug you!"
"I won't take any crap from her, that is a guarantee!"
"Good luck with that, gotta run dude! Later."
He hangs up the phone and I toss the handset back to Molly.
"He told me to hang out until he gets back and that I shouldn't take an shit from you!"
"He doesn't own me, besides now you get to have his part of the dinner I was working on."
"Sounds good to me."
Molly disappears back into the kitchen and I can hear some rattling around in there. Moments later she emerges with two bowls of stew.
"Here, hope you like beef stew."
"Smells good."
She doesn't respond but I dive in, taking a couple big bites. This is really good stuff indeed, and I wonder where she learned to cook like this.
"Do you clean too?" I say as I smile at her.
"Maybe, but not for you or Simon!"
"Damn, almost the perfect woman."
"Woman? I thought I was just Simon's little sister!"
"Well, I have to admit there isn't anything little about you," I say, grinning at her.
"Are tits the only thing guys think of?" she asks as she goes back to eating her dinner.
"No..."
"Nevermind, I don't want to know," she interrupts.
I keep eating my stew and try to focus on the tv, hoping this will keep me from staring openly at Molly. The effort is in vain as I keep finding my eyes drifting back towards her, trying to picture her naked. This is where my brain is fighting with my hormones over the fact that my buddy's "little" sister is so fucking hot.
"What?!" she finally says.
"What?" I ask.
"You seriously haven't stopped staring at me for the last ten minutes."
"Oh, that, well yeah. But, can you really blame me? Seriously!" She has finished her dinner and sets the bowl on the coffee table.
She stands and says, "Well, I'm going to go get cleaned up, you can hang out and watch the tube if you want."
I watch her as she walks past me and towards the hall. She disappears from my sight and I turn back to the television. Then, a tee shirt lands over my shoulder. I freeze for a moment, and then turn to look behind me. She had already gone, but I could smell her scent on the shirt.
"Molly! I think you lost something!"
I hear a giggle down the hall, so I decide to see what she is doing. I notice the bathroom door is slightly ajar, so I try to peek in. Sure enough, I can just barely see her completely nude figure standing near the shower. She has one hand on the wall, and the other is keeping busy. She appears to be feverously massaging her clit, which I know could be good for me!
The door snaps open suddenly, she screams, "Perv!"
"Oh, shit... uh..."
"Yeah, oh shit," she says, but my eyes can't stay focused on hers as she is standing there completely nude. My gaze drifts lower and I can't decide what to look at, her perfect breasts or her clean shaven pussy.