To all My readers out there thank you for the response. I do wish I had an editor even just for the spelling I have run it through spell check and picked up a lot but as I read it and try to pick up the mistakes I get lost in the story and my mind sees what is not there. If any of my readers would like to take on the spelling i would appreciate the help.
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Chapter 1
My name is Scot I have a one year older sister Mary. My father Sam is a postal worker and my mother name is Monique, she worked as a doctor's receptionist.
I guess I was a normal boy growing up I played the usual video games played a bit of soccer. When I reached my teens I was fascinated with masturbation which I guess every kid was whether they would admit it or not.
It was fun making it hard teasing it and seeing what all made it work and different ways to make it cum. Yes and we had camp-outs where at night we would do a circle jerk just the feel of another hand made it feel different.
Of course girls came up in our conversations and we were all virgins still but of course having the internet most of us lied, again being typical teenage guys.
Early on I wanted to be a millionaire by thirty five like everybody else. However, I heard a motivational tape my father had where one of the things it said, "today in this country 95%of the people end up retired on a pension poor because they can't maintain their life style even to the level when they were working."
"The speaker continued to say that was 95 out of every hundred out of the last five 4 were comfortable and only 1 was rich."
That statement sunk home and I was still a teenager. I was determined then and there I was going to be that one. I listened to that tape on cassette until I wore it out.
This particular guy was motivational on real estate I got from the internet different ones one was Amway another was modeling and various others but they all spoke the same formula which was really scary. There was no way I was going to be one of the 95.
All the tapes said, "You have to have a plan you have to set goals just above your reach." The term they used was, "Fail your way to success."
I was about sixteen when I heard this first tape and over the coming months I started developing a plan and another and another. I knew I needed something that was going to generate me money I soon seen that me myself working would not do it I had to have many people working for me for example if I made $1.00 off a person and had 100 million working for me I would make 100 million a year.
There was no corporation in the world that had that many people working for them and even to hire that many would take more years than I had but the idea of collecting $1.00 dollar a year or a week or a day would cut down the amount of people I would need.
I felt I was on the right track. 50,000 people at $1.00 per week would give me 52 million in 20 years.
Now how to get it? Obviously I wasn't going to hire 50,000 people so how was I going to get 1.00 a week and it was a simple answer had to sell them something.
What could I come up with that 50,000 people worldwide would want once a week? I research life insurance but the big companies had that a closed market. I would be working for them.
One night I was in my room naked as usual sitting on my computer searching the net playing with myself and a light came on and my sister a year older than me walked in and saw me I was so embarrassed and so was she, but she couldn't take her eyes off my hard cock.
"Ah sorry she said as she turns the light off and left the room."
I never really saw by beautiful sister in anything but a sister until then now I would love to put my 7" cock into her. That night while I slept I dreamed of having her as my personnel slave and fucking her in every hole.
I woke in the morning and I was all sticky I had an orgasm through the night and had semen all over me and the bed. I went to the shower and came out in a towel as I usually did and there was sis in the hallway heading for the stairs. I got an instant hard on poking at the towel and I am sure she noticed as that is where her eyes were concentrated.
We said nothing to each other as we passed I went to my room jerked off and then got dressed and went down stairs. I couldn't help but stare now at my gorgeous sister with the streaked blond shoulder length here and a c cup breast and the long legs on that miniskirt that I could catch a glimpse of her red panties every once and a while as she walked or went to sit.
Mary seen me staring at her and she final said, "I suppose it's only fair you staring brother but that is as far as it gets. I am sorry I walked in on you and by the way when girls find out what you have, you are going to have no issues getting laid."
That made me laugh and I said, "I wish they would start finding out soon, sis and I hope they look as good as you."
Mary blushed and left the room giving her ass a little wiggle for me as she left. Fuck she had me hard as a rock again.
It was Saturday so I went back upstairs on the computer and was listening to my motivation tapes when for the first time a plan was forming in my head. Maybe it's my age but what does the working man want most of his life. And from what I see on the net a women is driven to it as well. SEX.
They all want sex but reading stories on the computer it always seems to be such a chase for the guy to get laid and to some point the girls want it and the guy is elusive.
In my head I was trying to wrap my head around it this was something any guy would pay for to have a pill to have a girl fuck him, or vice versa a pill so a guy would yield to the girl.
I did not want a date rape drug I wanted the girl to totally want the guy, or vice versa. And then I thought about the gay community what about boy wanting boy girl wanting girl.
This was my million dollar idea. I was thinking of the millions of guys going home to their girlfriends or wives and saying not tonight dear I got a headache verses coming home and having that romantic atmosphere set and ready to go.
Chapter 2
So this is finally my noble plan. I got an idea finally now what do I need to make it work.
Easy, I need a pill. Good so I got the idea I know what I need now how do I get this miraculous pill, and of course it don't exist I need to create it. Oh oh my billion dollar plan just got stalled.
I have got a great idea it has to be possible what must I know. Anatomy for sure chemicals in the body and I kept listing all I thought would be relevant. When I finished I looked and said to myself, "I am bright and no dummy but I can see just getting a working knowledge of all this I will be white hair or no hair. This is definitely not in my 35 years old billionaire plan."
Then I thought yes I have to learn but there are proven aids out there, sleep learning, speed reading techniques and maybe more.
I was soon engrossed in the plan I had the idea the plan the time frame and a working idea on how to get there.
Even though the tapes say failure is not an option what is the worst that can happen I will be a quick learner and be well on the way to join the medical profession which would at least get me into the 5 people out of that 100.
It wasn't long before I was into the speed reading and the sleep learning.
I got a job after school in a health food store learning about body supplements good food and what does what to the body Rodger the store manager was a great help when he seen I had a genuine interest he was there to help. With my accelerated learning due to some natural drugs I was consuming knowledge at a record speed and retaining it.
Dad gave me a corner of the basement outside the family room for my so called lab. I was now working with chemicals. Failure after failure was normal. I was using moms and Mary's dirty underwear to use as scents and mine and dads also.
School work was so easy I breezed through it thanks to the reading skills and other things I did for myself to learn. All through the next couple of years it was masturbation I didn't have time for girls. What I started out was an obsession the more I learned the closer I felt I was getting.
My family would tease me and ask what I was doing and I said the truth in a joking way. And that got a laugh out of them and allowed me to make crude comments and they would laugh them off. My favorite one was to Mary, "You can't orgasm until you suck me off."
"Gross," she said and we would laugh. Mom would say something derogatory when I told her that and dad would say, "What I am raising, a fag now and I would come back and say don't think so it's you that will do the deed," and I laughed.
Of course these were all my failed experiments then one day I heard Mary masturbating in her room for over an hour. She stopped I went back to my room. She come out and I did to, we met in the hall and she was flushed red.
I said something I can do sis. No pervert I will be okay.
"Yea okay but you'll enjoy sucking me off and I bet you will cum like crazy," and smiled at her as I walked away. This was one of those in-service days Mary was in grade twelve as was I turned 18 last week she was nineteen and as I said before drop dead gorgeous.
I went down the basement was checking my notes and seen that it was four days ago since I give Mary anything. I had it all marked formulas and everything was on web cam I had three of them set up so I could keep track of anything I forgot.
Mary actually knocked on my lab door different than her normal she usually just barged in. In she stepped in her night clothes wearing, a Boston bruins tea shirt nice long bare legs as she was about 5'9" her tits were covered by the tea shirt but I seen those C cup breast in her bikini.
"Scott I need to talk if it's OK."
"Sure my little cocksucker what's up?"
"Ah Scott I am serious I got a problem. I have been having a problem," and then she stops waits a few seconds. Gathers her thoughts and tries again. "God this is embarrassing," she said.
What's embarrassing, hell we can talk about anything you walked in last year seeing me naked as a jay bird playing with myself so what's embarrassing compared to that?"
"I suppose but this is different." What's different like you lying in your room moaning like a bitch in heat the last couple of days getting me all worked up?"
"You heard that?" hell if our parents were home they could of listened to you, so what's your problem you obviously come down here for something cocksucker.
"Scott, please stop calling me that and that is my problem."
"What's your problem me calling a grown gorgeous girl a cocksucker?"
"No," she said rather red faced, "I can't orgasm no matter how hard I try. I get close but I just can't. Can you help me please Scott I beg you."
"Damn I am no gynecologist, I am not sure what I can do but I will try. Come over here and spread your legs." Trembling she does as I ask I start at her kneecap and run my hand up her toned leg to her crotch as I approached I could feel the heat from her cunt I touched her panties and they were soaked.
When I went to move them aside so I could touch that sweat pussy she stepped back, "What are you doing."
