I wrote this around 5 years ago, and it shows...
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My name is Derek I am 18 with long dirty blond hair (about shoulder length) that's sits in total disarray atop my head and I have dark brown eyes. I am what you might call scrawny, no muscle whatsoever, with pale skin, but a smooth complexion. My face is what girls often refer to as "Cute" but most of the time I look sullen because of my no-care attitude. I am what some might consider a geek. I like manga and anime, but I in no way think of myself as an "Otaku". I listen to all types of music mainly Deathcore and Metalcore, but as long as it"s not country I more than likely listen to it. My sense of humor is along the lines of "absurdist", "Random", or "Just plain stupid" basically things that make other people go "What I don't even..."
As far as my social life goes, I hang out with kids that foster my love of metal music so my friends are quite the bunch. They are "freaks" or "scene kids" as they are now often called. When it comes to my love life, or the lack of one, it's not that I am too nervous or think I am ugly, it's just that there is only one girl for me, my older sister Elizabeth, or as I call her, Ellie.
She is 22 years old. She is the prettiest, funniest, sexiest girl I know. To describe her would be to go back to the term "scene" she has a beautiful round face, cute upturned nose, striking blue eyes, and near white blonde straightened hair. Her make up is a true testament to the scene way of life, always heavy on the eye shadow and liner. She has a smile that could weaken your knees possibly even paralyze them. Her lips are pink, pink as the strands of hair highlighted into her beautiful blonde hair. She is taller than me standing at 5' 9". Being "scene" she shares the same love of metal music as I do, but sometimes stuff that"s sappier but she likes the heavy stuff also. Her personality is off the charts! She is caring, bubbly, a real go-getter, happiness should be her middle name. She comforts anyone that's down, she'll give the shirt off her back to anyone that may need it, but she is not a pushover, she'll confront you if you bum off her too much.
One day I was sitting in my room listening to the Deathcore band Whitechapel atop my bed mouthing the words to "Vicer Exicer" the lyrics maybe a little too much for some to handle, but I've grown fond of it. When all the sudden I heard my sister call for me. She has been home from college on break for two weeks. I"ll be sad to see her go when she leaves again. I walked the hall to her room, which is decked out in band posters and pink, purple, and green colors everywhere it can be quite much to take in, but those three colors are the scene kid flagship.
"Yeah, what's up?" I say
"You know that Attila CD I let you borrow, can I get that back?"
"Yeah, sure, I'll run and get it, be right back."
I run to my room and grab the burnt CD labeled "Attila" "Rage", and I run back to her room and hand it over to her she says thanks, and then I turn to go back into my room then she says,
"Do you have any plans tonight?"
"No, why? What's up?"
"Well my friend Stacy is having a party and I thought you might like to come with, I haven't seen my little brother in months, and I thought I might hang out with you before I can't as much anymore."
I thought about it for a second and then I agreed.
"Yeah sure, sounds good!"
"Well there is one thing, no drinking, you are underage after all, but there will be pot there, and that is illegal at any age, so I could care less if you smoke."
I was bummed I couldn't drink, but the fact that there was going to be pot lifted my spirits right up. I may have forgot to mention I am a bit of a stoner but am too scared to buy my own, so I rely on friends that are willing to smoke me up. One day I'll pay them back.
"Sounds really good then, what time?" I ask.
"Uh, I'll be leaving about 8:30, that good for you?"
I look up at the clock and see that it is 7:45. "Sure, I'll get ready now!" I inform her then I leave the room, and all that time I was trying to hold back my excitement, I couldn't believe it I get to hang out with my sexy sister!
I put on a Parkway Drive band shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. Yes, I know most kids who listen to the type of music I do tend to wear skinny jeans, but I never found them comfortable, constricting, if you know what I mean, and sometimes they just look plain silly on guys. I slipped on my old tattered skate shoes that I've had for god knows how long, then I looked at the time it was about 8:00 so I just waited around in my room until it was time to go. After listening to a few songs I heard my sister call out for me. I came out of my room and stopped in awe when I saw what she was wearing. Even though it was casual wear it brought out her figure perfectly, a Asking Alexandria t-shirt that was tight on her generous breasts and her flat toned stomach with a pair of pastel light blue skinny jeans that hugged her beautiful legs and her tight full ass. The only one of her measurements I know for sure is her bra size which is 34c, because I am her little brother I snooped around and found her bras which of course had that tidbit of information on them.
"Oh wow, Ellie, you look great!" I beamed
"How does this look any different from how I normally dress?" She said with a mischievous smile.
"Umm... well... err... I don't know it's just... can't you take a compliment!? Jeez!" I blushed like a fool.
"Ha, ha! I'm just pulling my baby brothers leg, don't sweat it, thank you very much for the compliment, it's very sweet of you."
"Sure anytime Ellie." My face was still burning.
"Let's go, we don't want to miss out on anything crazy that's gonna happen at this party!" She exclaimed, breaking the tension.
So we drove to the site of the party. Parties weren't rare for my sister, but for me they were far and few between. On the way there my sister was blaring the Attila album I gave back to her earlier, and if you know Attila, you know they are the perfect deathcore band to hear to pump you up during or before a party.
We soon arrived at Stacy's house as we pulled into what was essentially a flophouse, her parents were gone on a months cruise, and Stacy was taking full advantage of it. There were cars parked in the lawn, on the road, everywhere it seemed but the driveway, I laughed to myself when I saw it. The deathcore was already blaring when we walked in "Dead to Fall- Major Rager" was the song playing at that particular point. (This, ironically the party that was going on wasn't too far from the party depicted in the music video for that song.) Scene kids as far as the eye could see, a sea of lip rings, straightened hair, gauged ears, and skinny jeans. I may not be particularly fond of the style for myself, but these were my people!
We met up with Stacy, and she told us there would be an in-house local band playing later called "Massacre of the Forefront", a deathcore band obviously,
I told my sister that I was gonna head on and find a group of kids smoking and sure as shit, I did. They had a blunt rolled and I asked if I could get in on it the supplier of the pot said, "Fuck yeah! The more the merrier." Three blunts and two bongs later, I met up with my sister again, quite toasty, and satisfied. I find her stumbling drunk she's a very happy drunk, in fact she's quite an enjoyable and funny drunk, she puts me on the floor even when I am not high.
"Heeeeey theeerrrre, liittle brother, you geeet tooo smookee like you wannnted too?" She slurred.
"Fuck yeah! I'll probably be waking up high!" I said with my eyes almost to the point of closing.
"Sounds like a monkey of barrels- err" I mean a bunky of merrils "pff-- ha! You just have a good time, Bro!" She blurted out drunkenly.
"Ha, ha! Okay sis. You just be careful drinking too much. Now don't ruin that pretty dress." I said smirking at my wit.
"Wha-- I don't have a dress on pfft-heh, you goof-ball."
"Made you look!" I exclaimed. She sluggishly punched me in the arm and I laughed so much I about fell down in a fit of laughter.
If you were wondering how I am at a party with the consent of my parents? Well one, they went on a weeks vacation and they weren't due back until tomorrow night, and two, they could care less if I smoke. They don't want to feel like hypocrites, because they used to smoke heavily. (And sometimes, I wonder if they still smoke.) But they said, no drinking until 21, and if I get caught smoking pot by the police, "It's my own bed I made it." Etcetera, etcetera. So there would be no reason to be paranoid going back home all glassy eyed even if they were present at home.
"Hey bro, the bands about to start get your ass in gear!"
"Sweet, let's go!"
The band played covers of other deathcore and metalcore bands and a couple original songs. All I can say is they should stick with the covers for now. After the band was done playing, my sister wanted to go home, of course I was weary about driving, but my sister was drunk and when it comes to intoxicated, high always trumps drunk
When we made it home, I carried my sister into the house, and I was about to put her in her bedroom when she chimed in and said,
"I'm drunk, not tired, let's watch something."
So I carried her to the couch, and sat her down then I turned on the T.V. we would watch random shows mainly anything comedy. My sister has the same sense of humor as I do if it's stupid, it's funny, and I was high, so I was looking for something especially stupid. So we settled on the un-rated version of the movie Sex Drive the movie itself isn't anything special but the un-rated version is probably the best un-rated version of any comedy movie out there. It makes the movie go from a five to a ten in humor.
So were sitting there laughing at all the random gags and other stuff, when my sister turns to me and says,
"Have you ever heard of a game called the nervous game?"
I say in all my newly obtained brevity and wit "Why no, my dear sweet sister, I have not, why don't you explain it to me so that I may partake in such activities." She giggled at my wording.
"Well, my sweet baby brother, the rules are simple, you lay your hand on the body part of another person and you ask them if they are nervous, and if they say no, you move to another body part that is increasingly more... shall we say... "intimate", and whoever goes the longest without saying they're nervous, wins."
I look at my sister as if she was crazy of the heat.
"And you want to play this game with me??" I asked incredulously.
"Why sure, little bro! I know how much you are into me, don't try to hide it! Like the compliment earlier, and how you stare at me like I am the only woman in the world. It was sooo cute when you blushed when I called you on it"
I was awestruck I thought I hid my lingering stares enough for her not to notice, and that outburst of a compliment I shot out earlier was very unlike me, usually with a no care attitude and all.
"Well I'll play if you are sure you're willing to play."
"Calm down pervert, we'll get there." She said it playfully, but it caused me to blush all the redder.
"Awww... little brother! I'm sorry don't be embarrassed! I couldn't resist, you look so adorable when you blush!"
I smiled nervously at her, forgiving her.
"Okay, I'll start." My sister blurts out.
She places her hand atop my head, which causes me to laugh, I guess that would be the least erotic part to place your hand on a person. This in turn calms me down immensely. She asks of course, "Are you nervous?"
Laughing still, I say, "Of course not, ha-ha!"
Then she places her hand smack dab on my face, which causes me to laugh even harder.
"Nervous yet?"
"Noh..." I say through my hand smooshed nose.
Then she continues to place her hand on my neck, my chest, my arm, and then my hand to which she asks me the same question, "Are you nervous?" To which I answer with a resounding, "No." Then she places her hand on my shin and asks me again,
"Are you nervous?" And I say, "No."
Now is where I start to get nervous, and consequently, turned on. She worked up my leg with each "No." Even though I am scrawny and short, I have a pretty impressive cock, which works its way down the side of my thigh, so when she gets past my knee, when she asks, "Are you nervous?" Again, I say,
"Kinda."
