I made another one but made a non-existent way to do it, so don't try to XD I did not use the editor program and I had a lot of fun making this story. I hope people have fun reading it to. Also, every person in this story is over 18. Also, as to help make the process you guys do a little faster, I'm going to start uploading in a .txt file format.
Chapter 1: The Reveal!
I opened my eyes and felt slime and goo all over my face and seen my little pug George had somehow gotten on my bed. I looked again and realized that I was on the couch, not my bed. "Some fucking party last night, eh sis?" my brother walked down the hallway and looked at me.
"Well I've got to have some fun wile mom and dad are out," I said wile looking at him. He had just gotten up and he was only wearing boxers. I just couldn't help but look at his morning wood. I shook my head and looked at George for anything to distract me. My brother was a tall blond, about 6'3, he was 24 and yet he's never tried anything with me. I was nearly the opposite of him somehow. I'm 5'4 and I have dark brown hair, but I'm only 19. George started to paw at my hand as my brother walked back down the hall and into the bathroom. I couldn't help but to look at him walking away.
I got up and was shocked to see what I did. The living room was destroyed! There were beer cans and plastic cups everywhere! Some trail mix was spilled next to the table, and with it, some chips. There was even a guy sprawled out across my coffee table passed out and snoring away. I suddenly felt really shy and noticed I wasn't wearing any pants... Or a shirt... I had just a thong on which didn't cover much. You slut! I thought to myself, but I don't think I actually did anything. I ran down the hall past the bathroom just as my brother was walking out, "So did you have-" he stopped right in his tracks as soon as he looked down and I swear I was glowing red. I ran of to the end of the hallway and into my room, shutting my door. I couldn't help but to think if he looked at me... In "That" way. I decided to try and push that away and act like it never happened.
I went to my closet and looked through my shirts, and was surprised to actually find something that looked really cute. It was a blue t-shirt. I went to my dresser on the other side of my room and opened the middle drawer. I was shocked and pissed of the next moment. All I could smell was beer, and digging through my pants I found a beer can that was only half full. "Shit!" I was in my room, with a short shirt that barley went passed my waist, with a thong on. Not the best outfit. I will say that I looked good. I strutted over to my mirror on my door and looked at myself. I looked at my firm, full, c-cup breasts. I felt a strange tingle between my legs and tried to shake it off. Luckily, I still had some pants down in the basement folded in a hamper. All I have to do is get to the door next to my room without my brother seeing me.
I slowly opened my door and peaked out. I heard the TV. on and could hear whistles and yelling. I slowly crept out and took baby steps and reached for the basement door. I swung it open, ran through it, closed it, and ran downstairs. At the end of the stairs, I had slowed myself to a walk. I went passed the washer and dryer, and went into a little room next to them. It was a little dark so I reached and looked for the light string. I finally found it and gave it a quick tug and light spread through the darkness. The hamper was on the other side of the room. I walked over to it and looked down. One pair was sitting there, and I couldn't have been happier. I reached down, pulled them up, and put them right on. They were the Jean shorts. They were so cold too. I walked back out of the room, and back upstairs.
When I got out of the stairway, I heard my iPhone going crazy in my room. I walked in my room and I lit up with joy! It was Jason!
"Hey Jasy." I answered.
"Hey, how are you? You were acting really weird at the party yesterday," he sounded worried, as if he witnessed something.
"I'm doing good, other than the fact that I have to clean up," I walked to my door and into the hallway.
"Well just making sure," he sounded so sweet. I couldn't wait to see him down at the park.
"Are you still going to the park today? I'm really looking forward to it," I asked him.
"Yea I'm still going. I have to go; my mom is going crazy again. Love you babe," I could hear wild screens from some crazy women in the background.
"Love you to, Jasy-poo," I cracked up and hit the end button; he hates it when I call him that. I got over it and walked down the hallway to see my brother shouting at the TV. and watching sports.
He turned around quickly and shut up. "I see you found some pants finally," He said in a 'fun spoiler' way. I just completely ignored him and walked to the door, got my shoes on, and walked out. It was a nice warm summer morning. My yard was wet and smelled like ever-green, the sun was bright and hurting my eyes and the road was filled with emptiness as it usually is at this time with everybody still sleeping or already at work. We lived at a dead end road that was in a tear drop shape, and there are at least two people on it all day, but it was empty other than me. I walked down the driveway and onto the sidewalk and walked down to the park. When I got there, there was a group of guys that looked like white trash teens. One looked like his pants were about to fall off. I still don't see how anyone can think that's cool. Why would anyone want to see your boxers? I walked to the building with the park benches and sat down.
As I started to get comfortable, I noticed the group of the three guys walking this way. 'Oh great, some more daily problems' I thought to myself too pussy to say it aloud. "Hey there, girl. What you doing here all alone?" he asked in the 'I don't really care but I want to talk to you' way.
"Waiting for someone," I quickly replied.
"Well I could keep you company wile you wait," he started to smile. I got up and moved to the furthest bench from them. "I'll take that as a yes, just over there," he walked over, and sat down across from me. I figured if he wasn't going to leave me alone, I can't run. I pulled out my phone and texted Jason and asked him where he was. "That's a nice phone there," he grabbed it and started looking through it.
"Give that back!" they started to toss it between each other and I so wish I was taller! One guy acted like he was going to drop it, I was so pissed and all I could do was watch from the middle and try to catch it. I heard a yell from down the street and quickly turned around to see Jason jogging this way in his amazing black skinny jeans and "Asking Alexander" shirt on. Jason is about 6'1 and has black hair that goes over his right eye. He's 19, like me, but born 2 months before me.
"Give her back her phone you guys, it's not yours," he called them out.
"Yo, why should we?" he got in Jason's face.
"This is why," he pulled his fist back and knocked him on his ass so fast I couldn't even flinch!
"You bitch! You fucking sucker punched me!" he threw down my phone in the grass, "Your dead now, Adrian, Pierce, let's kick this guys ass," the first guy ran at Jason and tried to punch him, but Jason just moved slightly and tripped him. The other 2 ran at Jason and he elbowed them both in their gut and smacked their heads together! I could even feel that one. The first guy got up behind Jason and grabbed his arm. Jason just grabbed his hand and flipped him over his shoulder, slamming him on the other two.
