My name is James, and I'm still in school. And let's just say I'm not very popular there. I don't know exactly what it is, I don't think I'm particularly bad looking or socially awkward but then if I was I wouldn't really know anyways. I guess the reasons aren't important the fact remains that I am not liked and generally looked down on and ignored by most of the "popular" people. I'm especially ignored and given looks of disgust by Kylen and her friends. While in school I just observe her tight, amazing body so I can jack off to her when I get home. Her ample C cup breasts spill out of her shirts and bounce every time her lean, strong legs take a step. Then there's her dark hair that falls just below her shoulders framing her face that just screams sex. Dark icy blue eyes drive into your heart and make your cock jump, and her big pursy lips that look like cushions and always shine with some sort of lip gloss. And if you can manage to tear your eyes away from her top you'll notice her strong, lean legs leading up to an ass that bulges out perfectly. I envy her guy friends who I see smacking it jokingly, or they make it come across jokingly.
I could talk about Kylen all day and just further my insane lust for her, but there is a story to tell. One day I returned from an alright day from school. Nothing particularly bad happened, but when I walked in the door my mom sat at the table with her boyfriend.
"James, we have something to talk about" she started. I groaned in my mind, hating her talks and hating her boyfriend even more. "Kevin and I are getting married, we're eloping to Vegas this weekend and he's going to start moving his stuff in right away. You're going to have to share a room with his daughter for now though."
The news hit me like a brick wall. The marriage I could really care less about, her boyfriend Kevin was over just about every day anyways. But now I'd have to share a room with a girl. "How old is his daughter?" I asked, ignoring Kevin.
"The same age as you." She replied.