Thanks to Mikothebaby for her tireless work editing this story. Let's get to it.
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It was yet another perfect late summer day as I hopped over the edge of the giant bucket and unsteadily ran towards the closest restroom. I dodged a man and his small son who were standing in the doorway, lost in a conversation about whether or not the boy needed to go. Coming at them from my angle, I could already see what the boy's dad couldn't. The reason his child no longer needed to go, was because judging from the stain on the back of his shorts, he'd already gone.
"Excuse me," I said, as I lurched past them with one hand over my mouth and the other over my stomach. Luckily, I was the only one in the room. And even better, my stomach had settled down to the point where I just felt queasy. Like the little boy outside, I no longer had to go, but in my case everything I was about to vomit, stayed inside.
I stood there looking at myself in the mirror wondering why I was such a wimp. Why would I let myself get pushed into doing something that I knew terrified me, not once but over and over again?
Before the question was even voiced, I answered myself. Love; I did it for love. Okay, there was a bit of lust thrown in there too, but I really do love Penny. Or at least I did back then. Shit, there was nothing about her not to love. She had rich, beautiful, brown hair, smoldering brown eyes and a smile that lit up any room she was in. She was thin yet curvy, with the cutest, tightest ass ever imagined and a rack that belonged on a much bigger girl.
Penny could probably have had any guy she wanted, but for some reason she seemed to want me. Me being plain old Greg Stephens. We were, as usual, spending my off day at the Great Lakes Adventures Amusement park. Penny loved roller coasters and all kinds of thrill rides so we went on quite a lot of them.
After getting my equilibrium back, I went back outside of the bathroom and found Penny, her sister Julie and her best friend Rebecca, who for some reason was called "Bucket," waiting for me.
"What should we ride next, Hon?" smiled Penny.
"Whatever makes you happy, Sweetheart," I said.
"Greg, could we get something to eat?" asked Julie looking at me. "We've been riding the rides all day and I'm kind of hungry."
"God damn it Julie," snapped Penny. "We can eat when we get home. It's a pretty long drive to get here and the only day that we get to come is on Greg's off day. It's going to be dark soon. We'll grab something to eat and you can eat it in the car."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out some money for the next ride. I handed it to Penny and she kissed me. "This isn't enough for all of us," she said.
"I know, Honey," I told her. "But I promised your parents I'd make sure that Julie had a good time. You and Bucket go ride the roller coaster again and I'll take Julie to get something to eat."
"Greg, you don't have to give in to that brat's whining," she said.
"I know, but some day, hopefully soon, she'll be my sister in law," I said.
"Count on it," said Penny, kissing me yet again. "As soon as we get off of the coaster, I'll meet you by the exit." She and Bucket walked away from us heading for the next thrill ride they could experience. That was one of the things about Penny that I didn't share. Penny was very adventurous and seemed to go from one thrill to the next. She loved all of those terror inducing rides and scary movies and anything with a risk involved.
"Thanks Julie," I said, as we watched her sister walk away from us.
"Any time, brother in law," she smiled. Julie was as different from Penny as two sisters who shared both parent's DNA could be. Where Penny's hair as mentioned, is a luxurious brown color; Julie's is blond. Penny cuts her hair short so it's easy to manage; Julie's tresses hang halfway down her back. They both share those smoldering brown eyes, but Penny seems to have smaller eyes like their dad, and Julie has those big innocent peepers like their mother.
"You'd think that my sister would realize that you're afraid of heights and stop forcing you to go on that type of ride. I mean it's not my business, but for as much as she goes around claiming she loves you, she really doesn't treat you very well," she said.
"Well, she's young," I said. "I guess when she has a chance to, she just likes to get out there and experience things."
"Greg, I'm young," said Julie. "I'm nineteen. Penny is twenty two years old. What she is, is selfish. And you've spoiled her. She goes after cheap thrills no matter what the consequences to anyone else. She's always been like that though; even when we were little. Someday, her cheap thrills are going to cost her more than she's willing to pay."
"What are you in the mood to eat?" I asked to lighten the mood.
"Anything is fine, Greg," she said smiling at me. "I'm not really that hungry, but I'd better get something now, because I know you're not going to let me eat anything in your Mustang."
I found myself wondering how the younger sister could be so much more mature sometimes, as we wandered off to find something to eat.
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Penny
"How come you always get the good guys?" asked my best friend Bucket, as we walked back towards the roller coasters. I was so pissed that I almost missed her question.
"Two reasons," I said smiling. "Nice guys don't marry sluts is one reason. And the second is because of the balance."
"What balance are you talking about?" asked Bucket. "And it really isn't nice to call me a slut."
"I meant it in the nicest possible way though, Beck," I smiled.
"And you're the lucky one. You don't have to drag your annoying ass little sister around with you everywhere you go," I said. "And you don't have your parents constantly on your ass about trivial bullshit, every day of the fucking week."
