Disclaimer: I do not endorse any of the behavior shown in the following story, and actually greatly disagree with it. This is all in good fun, not a guide on real life. On that subject, this is just a story, and while loosely tied into real life with vague references to current events, it is a self contained world that will not be affected by the outside world. Unless of course, WW3 comes along and blows us all to smithereens. Do note that this is my first published work, so all feedback is welcome. I did write this with an automatic corrector, so there may be some errors it didn't pick up. Now, enjoy it.
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Eric Allexis was a mostly average white male, around 5'11, athletic build, but not very muscled, black short length hair, blue eyes, a nine inch long penis, except for his intelligence. He was a certifiable genius, especially in nano technology and the human body.
His sister, Mary Allexis, on the other hand, was absolutely not average. An even five feet tall, acrobatic build from seven years of doing cheerleading and acrobatics, waist length scarlet red hair, usually braided back, blue eyes like her brothers, 32DD breasts, a tight waist that then popped out into a tight ass, followed by toned and curved legs.
Of course, despite her angelic body, Mary was no angel. She was a drug addicted highschool senior, with almost nothing going for her. Once news of her addiction came out, the acrobatics and cheerleading teams both dropped her, and her hopes for college, however slim they were, vanished.
Eric would have felt bad for her, if not for the fact that, despite being a year younger than him, eighteen, she bossed him around like an older sibling, and their parents just went along with it. They clearly favored her, going as far as forcing him to come home for winter break to help her get her grades and life back together.
Not that he wasn't going to come back anyways, he had plans for this month off. And, because of a virus going on around the world, there was a good chance it would be extended for several months more.
Their parents had gone off to the carribean to escape the cold, and said that no matter how long it lasted, they wouldn't be back till the end of winter break, so Eric had Mary all to himself, except for her friends. As he drove back home with a set of very special packages in the back, he plotted how he was going to turn the tables when he got home.
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Eric pulled into the driveway to see his sister in a pair of tight lace stockings under a miniskirt that barely covered her panties, a tube top that cut off right beneath her rib cage exposing her navel, and a jean jacket that barely dropped beneath her ample breasts.
"Hey! Nerd! Get your stuff out and give me the keys! Mom and Dad said I have to use your car since mine got totaled. Completely not my fault, virgin!" Mary yelled.
Eric groaned and parked getting out of the car. That was something their parents would do. At least she would be out of the house for a little while. He grabbed his bags, including the special packages and tossed her the keys.
"Don't total this one please. I don't have enough money to pay student loans and replace my car."
"You got a full ride scholarship, three years ago. You already have a PHD! Through the power of social death of course," Mary snapped. She always insulted his lack of a true social life along with his accomplishments. He didn't really care.
He did in fact already have a PHD at nineteen. He was accepted into MIT at 15 for a full ride scholarship, but that wasn't important.
"And you're failing school. Just take my goddamn car."
"Fuck you," Mary said before climbing in his car and driving away.
Eric walked inside and went straight to his room. He set up his computer and his lab, which consisted of his nanobot manufacturer, chip set, and chemical synthesizer. He drew a dose of a powerful narcotic of his own design that would slowly cause whoever took it to fall into a deep six hour sleep.
After he drew the dose he went into his sisters room and found her heroin. She kept it in a small black bottle under her bed. As soon as he finished with that, he ran back into his room and grabbed another set of his special packages. The lock controllers.
When installed into a lock, it allowed him to completely control how it functioned, from what key it needed, to whether or not the lach would work. He installed it in his sister's room, the bathrooms, and the guest room, where his sister's friends generally slept, first, then did every other lock in the house.
Finally, Eric picked out a large collection of micro cameras and audio recorders, then set them up all throughout the house, before sitting back in his room and waiting for his sister to return.
He did not have to wait long, as his sister and her best friend, Alli, drove up in his car and got out laughing. Ali was 5'5, tanned Italian, with 30C breasts, toned and tight waist from years of yoga, tight ass that, for lack of better description, was spankable, and pretty emerald eyes. Her hair was brunette, kept in a unique braid that coiled over her back and shoulders, but still went down to her waist. He estimated that, if the braid was unknotted, it would reach down to her ankles.
She was wearing a leather jacket that cut off at her midriff, over a white tube top. A mini skirt covered her panties and her ass, barely covering its entirety, along with black lace stockings that reached up to the skirt's base.
Ali had been friends with Mary for a while, and had gotten hooked on the drugs and alcohol. Now they were drinking buddies and used each other for heroin. Ali hated him, probably for the same reasons as his sister.
Eric settled in and waited for them to fall unconscious.
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