This is my first attempt at an erotic story. Any comments on how I may improve, whether it be wording, flow, story, or any tips to make it more enjoyable, please let me know.
Please enjoy my first work. If you like it enough, I may revamp it or continue the story as is (or with added improvement's with the next instalment and/or other stories).
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"Big fucking deal," Oh, here we go again. My sister is bitching once more. She is the epitome of a spoiled brat. At least on the surface, I know better. "I was the star of my own TV show, and..."
"We get it, you're semi-famous," Sighing, our parents just shook their head at my irritation. It's well disserved, I come home for my parents wedding anniversary, not my sister's bitching about not getting all the attention. "Now you are a top of the line runway model and aspiring song writer. Big whoop and get over yourself for half a day. If any of your fans saw you like this, they would probably die of shock."
Yeah, my sister is one of those childhood stars. It only lasted a season and a half. They didn't even give her a final goodbye episode. Hell, they should have never got to the pilot. It was called, The little talk with Debby show. Think late night show for kids, you know, like Letterman, just well, crappy. Ever since then she has been a stuck up brat. Hard growing up with her is an absolute understatement.
Flicking back her raven long hair, she scowled down at me with her big brown eyes. I'm sitting with our parents at the kitchen table drinking some well needed coffee with them. My sister Debby, has been bringing her luggage in on her own. If she can bring all that unnecessary crap, she can haul it in herself. "You should at least help me out here, Flip."
Yes, Flip is what she calls me. It's a nick name she gave me growing up. You would think I got the name from something as simple as flipping up girl's skirts. But about seventh grade I started to take up parkour. It's a good skill that has aided me through my many years of life. One of the few things that helped me let off steam, among martial arts, fencing, as well as sharp shooting through the Gun Association.
"No, you get spoiled too much as is by everyone ells around you. I think I will abstain from adding to that ego that is already too big for your head." Sipping at my coffee, I smiled to my parents. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"Flip," My mother spoke up softly, and yeah, even they too to the name. Her now slightly graying hair gives her an aura of wisdom about her. Still, she is well into her late forties with a figure better than most twenty year olds. "Try and get along with your sister when we are gone, it's not often you two have a chance to spend some time with one another. You are twins after all, you should get along better."
Yes, we are twins unfortunately. We both have black hair, brown eyes, tall and in athletic. Her five eleven, against my six two is where the differences really start. While I'm a loner in respect to her outgoing nature. "Yeah Flip, you should know when to treat me right. After all, I am your only sister. You should love me, and hug me and suck my toes if I say so."
"Yes, I agree with your mother, Flip. Well, not sure about the toe sucking bit," Ahh crap, not dad as well. "But at least should try and enjoy one another's company, your birthdays are coming up soon as well. You two should for once spend it together. With her career, and..." Scratching his chin, he shook his head lightly. "Actually, what is it you do?"
Debby took a break from her oh so back breaking work of bringing her items in, sitting down next to me a little closer then I would like. That and her dress, (if you can call it that) is barley containing her almost C cup breast. She moves her legs just right and the hem is going to show everything above the crotch. "Yeah, dad has a point. You never talk about your work. Last I saw you, you look like you went ten rounds with a bus, and I think the bus won. Also, where did you get that horrific scar over your eye?"
Rolling my eyes, I looked to my watch a moment. Not going to tell them how I got the scar over my eye, let alone the countless other ones I have on my body. "Well, look at the time. I think I will catch a nap before hitting up a bar." Standing, I pushed the chair out and I figure I won't be here long as is. A day or two at most. "I won't be here for the celebrations. I just am making time to see you two off on your cruise. After that I will see about where I'm going to go."
"What?" Debby looked up to me with a surprised look about her. Wonder what she is so upset about now. "But you we just got here, I haven't seen you in almost a year now. Can't you at least stay for our birthday?"
"Don't give me that crap, you're almost twenty five. Besides, I am sure your party loving friends are planning a shallow party for you anyway." Pushing my chair under the table, I took my mug to the sink, rinsing it out. Walking past them and out the kitchen, my sister seems to not want to drop the subject. "Don't fallow me, I'm going to take a nap."
"Wait a minute!" Grabbing me by my shirt, I stopped not wanting to deal with her. Jet lag is a real bitch. "I want to talk to you about our birthday. Can't we spend it together? I know you never liked birthday parties," Or any sort of party for that fact. "But as a gift to me, just you and me spend the day together?"
