*This is my second story that I have published, please give your votes and comments, which are always gladly excepted*
I know some of you are probably going to shake your fists when you read this. I just want to say that you are ignorant for not reading a well made/written story. So maybe the first couple of chapters are a cock-tease, deal with it. Well for those who want a well written erotic story, read on. For those of you still in a horny teenage state of mind, only thinking of getting of, then close this window and go look at some porn.
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Chapter 1
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Okay, so let me start off with a few basic details about myself. My name is Mike, I'm 18 and a graduate from high school. I'm around 148lbs, 5'11" in height, I also support a skinny athletic build. I have short brown hair that still has a little bit of length to it. My skin is a fair color, maybe just a small tone darker. Yet the most interesting part about me that you might find intriguing, is my personality.
My mom calls me the Pied Piper of words. My dad tells me that I could lie through any bad situation, or can tell the complete truth to get you guessing which. My friends tell me I'm like the angel of Saint Valentine, because I can basically get any girl I want at school. My teachers would call me the "Charismatic Ghost" because I can always talk myself out of any low grade.
Lisa, my elder sister, would say I'm the opposite. She'd probably say I'm ignorant, half-assed and strange. I can't blame her, however, because we don't especially get along as siblings. You'd think that kids born close to each other would get along, not us, no way. Growing up, we always fought. Over the TV, the computer, the couch, the remote, the bathroom towels, the snacks, the drinks; basically anything you could think of.
Well I explained myself, now time to explain some more people in this story, I know, I know, you're probably going to send me hate mail exclaiming, "You didn't get on with the fucking story!" Well if you read on then things will make some sense to you later on, you could call it advanced foreshadowing. So for now, sit down, and shut up; you can thank me later.
First of all, I grew up with my family in a three bedroom, two bathroom house. Two of the bedrooms are situated on the second floor of our house, while one is lonely at the first floor. My sister sleeps upstairs, she gets the bedroom where the window looks out onto the curb and street, since there are no other houses right-adjacent to ours. While my bedroom window looks out onto our backyard fence, I have probably the most isolated room in the whole house.
Okay, you're wondering why I haven't said anything about anyone yet, well why can't the house count as part of the story? Anyways, next is my sister Lisa, as her brother it might sound a little perverted to say this, but WOW she is smoking HOT! She's shorter than me by about three inches, even though she is my older sister. She's got a nice ass and tits, last year I got a little curious and snooped around. I pulled out her bra and it said 36Cs, I'm not sure what that means, but I'm guessing it means big! Lisa is a year my elder, she's one of those good looking athletic girls. She's got a nicely toned body, green eyes like mine, but here's the twist, she's got longer and lighter hair than I do.
Moving on, we have my dad. My dad is in his mid to late-forties. He's a balding man, who is always trying to fit in with is kids (mostly my sister more than me). My father's name is James, but I'm just going to call him dad for now. My dad was my best friend growing up, he showed me the ropes like a dad does. You're probably thinking 'hipster' dad though, but no, he's one of those guys to sit back in his chair next to the fire and read the news. That's my dad.
My mom, Jenny, is in her mid-forties. I never really hung out with my mom, but she did teach me how to cook and clean. You might be frowning and calling me a sissy, but really I like a clean work-place, and it's a lot easier to make yourself a gourmet meal when you know how to. Well if I had to say something about my mom, it would have to be she knew everything that you were thinking at any given moment. My mom is that kind of parent, all-knowing.
Now for the story. There's so many places to start! I could start with the sex, I could start with the foreplay, I could start with the sexual tension, or I'll just start with what I call a hell of a beginning, a cliff hanger! Kidding, I'll start off with when I returned home from a friends house on Wednesday, around mid-June.
I unlocked the front door and walked inside, the cool air inside refreshing compared to being in my friends humid car. I strolled in as usual, I head straight for my room to drop off my stuff and relieve myself of dead weight. Then I turn right back around and head for the kitchen. As I turn the corner, I see the fridge door is already open and somebody is pushing aside some items to get to what they want.
I walk up, deciding to be polite, and knock on the fridge door. The occupant quickly stands up in surprise, none other than my sister Lisa. I put on my best 'I missed you' face and wrap my arms around her.
"Oh Lisa! My sweet older sister Lisa. I missed you so much! It felt like ages since we saw each other." I said resting my head on her shoulder.
"You were gone for two days!" she protested, trying to peel me off.
"Exactly." I said, squeezing her even tighter.
I had already noticed her tits pressed up against my lower chest. She wore a thin pink shirt, and I could feel the firmness and shape of her breasts that it almost was as if she were naked. You could guess what happens next.
I release my sister Lisa and give her a peck on the cheek. Lisa blushed, and without saying another word started to walk out of the kitchen. I looked down into the fridge and found a bottle of chocolate milk.
"Hey Lisa, you forgot something." I say, tossing her the bottle.
