Greetings all
This is a new series I'm starting. Just as a precaution to those that aren't into it, there will be some BDSM in this story. Read at your own risk
Note: Big thanks to WokeUpOneDay for the edits made on this story. Had any of you seen this prior to my editor's changes, trust me when I say that most all would have not read this story at all. For that I am deeply indebted to my editor and ashamed it was in such a bad state. I do strive to get better and hope to have better ones in the future. Again, thank you to WokeUpOneDay.
Enjoy
###################################################################################
Greetings all. This is the story of how my hectic 18 year old high school life got turned upside down by a decision that I was forced to make. Though I am being very vague at the moment, everything will become clearer as you read through my story.
My name is Frederick Lynch, though I mostly go by Freddy. I stand at 6'1" and have an athletic build. My hair is dark brown and comes down to about the top of my neck and I have ever changing eyes. Yes, I know it sounds odd, but depending on my mood, my eye color changes. They are bluish when I am happy, more brown when I am upset or bored and greenish when I am sad or in a bad mood. Though I don't have much experience with the ladies, I am proud to say my dick is above average. At least that's from my experience seeing the other guys in the locker room.
Now that's enough about me, let's get to the story.
-
I woke up that Thursday morning like most any other. Having to get up at 5:30am sucked, but then again it wasn't too bad of a chore since I was now a senior in high school and had been through almost four years of it. Quickly showering and getting dressed I was downstairs within twenty minutes to get breakfast so I could get to school on time.
Though school didn't start until 7:15am, I liked to get there as early as possible each day because my coach would allow me to have an early warm-up prior to school starting. Since I had played on the soccer and volleyball teams as well as doing cross-country, I was allowed access to the fields up to an hour before school and until dark after school. If any games were going on after school, I had to stay off the field of course.
Once I was in the kitchen, I started my coffee and got some toast started. Dad didn't need to get up until around 7am and Mom usually got up about twenty minutes prior to help get him ready. The only other person in the house was my older sister, Myra (pronounced mere-ah), who had her classes start roughly around 10 or 11am. She only had school three days a week and didn't work like I did.
Myra was the lucky one. Though she was in her second year of college, she didn't have to work as our parents gave her whatever she asked for. That also included money when she was going out. She also didn't have to buy her car like I did with her getting a new BMW, though it wasn't the most expensive 7 series.
On the other hand, I had to work for two years in high school while playing sports and keeping my GPA up, which was currently at 3.8, just to afford a used Honda. I kept it running with the help of one of the guys on my soccer team whose father was a mechanic. Due to all my activities I literally had no time to do anything else, much less keep a steady girlfriend.
Now, that doesn't mean I was a virgin. In fact, I had slept with a two girls on the volleyball team and one on the soccer team since they would practice about the same time as the boy's teams would. Two of the three encounters ended with sex in their cars and were just what one would consider one-night stands.
But the more recent one was kind of a relationship as we were sort of dating. I say sort of since we were exclusive to each other, but both of our schedules did not matching up much. The most time I would get to see her was three or four hours a week at most and that was only on a good week. Though we didn't see each other much, when we did we were happy around each other. I had felt as though I was falling in love with her and could possibly see myself marrying this girl.
Some days my girlfriend would sit with her friends at lunch, but most of the time she would sit with me or even invite me over with her group. That was fine since I didn't mind having lunch with six hot ladies! With both of us being 18, we were considered to be adults and could technically do what we wanted. But due to school activities and work it was still hard for me to see her.
At school that day, it went by just like any other, except that I noticed that my girlfriend had been avoiding me during lunch.
After school, I had a meet where we were going to do a run against two of the other schools in the area. Luckily our high school was right next to the track and I wouldn't have to drive anywhere for it.
My girlfriend was supposed to see me off before she went to work that day, but she never showed. This started to worry me as I started to wonder if something bad may have happened to her. I did try to text her a couple times, but got no response. I spoke to one of my teammates, with whom she shared two classes. He let me know she was in school but didn't know why she didn't show.
Our school came in second overall with me actually finishing 4
th
. I headed to my job around 6:30pm because I wanted to check my schedule for the weekend. Since I didn't work with anyone I knew from school, it was nice to see people that didn't know me and get different points of view. As a buss boy I was making close to $100 a night on Friday and Saturday and $80 on Sunday, which wasn't half bad.
When I was done writing down my schedule I ran into my boss. He was a total ass and would berate me during work a lot. He had been telling me for years that my sports were a waste of time, I should be working more and that I was never going to amount to anything. He was an older gentleman, probably in his late 30s or early 40s who primed in high school and just wanted to take his anger out on anyone that he could. You know, the bully type that turns out bad after high school and doesn't do anything with their lives.
Anyways, I got home around 7:30pm and Mom let me know that dinner was in the fridge. I went to the kitchen but saw it was gone. She just laughed it off like she was so forgetful lately. I started to wonder if she was being mean to me on purpose or if she was going senile at an early age.
My mother made dinner every night, other than the ones that we or they would go out, and she would generally make enough for me to have some. But about half of the nights my dinner would not be there. Whether it was eaten or the occasional times where I would find it in the trash for one reason or another, I didn't care. I started to become self reliant once I began working at 16.
What I mean is that I had purchased my own mini fridge and hid it in my room so that my parents couldn't see it. Luckily it was silent enough that they hadn't noticed it, though they rarely went into my room at all if I let them. I put a lock on the door, changing it recently with an identical looking one. I had also started to purchase my own food so that I had snacks, breakfast and dinner since my mother never got anything that I wanted. My sister got everything she wanted and would yell and scream if I touched any of her precious food.
Since dinner was a bust, I took a plate and knife and headed to my room. When I passed by the living room where my mother and father were, Mom tried to apologize for me not having dinner. I just laughed it off and said that eating air was much healthier for me anyways. She had an odd look on her face like she wanted to say something but something or someone was preventing her. I shook my shoulders as I didn't care. I would make it on my own one way or another.
Once I got to my room, I pulled out some lunch meats, arugula, and mustard along with my whole grain bread and made myself a sandwich. I always made it my goal to eat as healthy as possible due to being an athlete. I settled in to watch some movies on my laptop that I also purchased with my own money, and soon fell asleep. I did wake up a couple hours later to see my computer still on before I powered it off and went back to bed.
I awoke the next morning at 6:00am. Since I didn't need to warm up that morning, I gave myself an extra 30 minutes of sleep. I also knew I would be doing a 10 mile run on Saturday and Sunday morning and needed to give my body some time to rest. I took my shower and dressed as usual. I actually didn't have to leave until 6:45am, so I took my time getting downstairs, bringing my cereal and a small bottle of milk along with me.
To my surprise, I saw my mother making breakfast and my father reading the paper while drinking his coffee. In the years that I had been in high school, I had only seen them up that early when Dad had an early flight. So I assumed that was why they were up so early that day. But, you know what assume means? Make an ass out of you and me, which is exactly how I felt.
"Hey Dad, got an early flight today?" I asked as I passed him to grab a bowl and a cup of coffee.
"W-What? Oh no. I just decided to get up a little early this morning," he responded with a half smile. I could see behind his eyes there was something going on, but I was too oblivious and partially tired to pick up on what was really going on since I hadn't had my coffee yet.
"You do know that we have a right to get up at any time we want son!" my mother added in a stern voice, almost like she was offended that I would question why they were up that early.
I grabbed my things and sat down at the table, sifting through the news on my phone. Then I checked my calendar to making sure I didn't have any tests or anything due that day as I needed to keep my GPA up.
I was looking at a few schools to go to after I graduated. There was the local university, but I didn't want to be home any longer and wanted to make it out on my own. However, there were a couple schools that were interested in me, mostly for my soccer and volleyball skills. Those schools were LSU, UCLA, The Ohio State University and Texas Tech. I was leaning towards UCLA and LSU.
You see, I lived in a little suburban town that was near a big city but rarely made it there as my parents would rarely go into the city unless it was needed. My dad, however, actually worked there and would drive 30 minutes each way every day. That's why LSU and UCLA were the best choices. I could see if I liked the bigger cities or if I wanted to stay in a smaller suburban town like I was living in. Both schools had given me until the end of February to decide and it was only the middle of January. I would have my decision made in the next week or so.
As I sat there playing with my phone, something even more odd happened: Myra came into the kitchen. She was wearing a tank top that mostly was see-through and came down to a couple inches above her navel and short shorts that barely covered her ass.
When people talk about how beautiful someone is, they are not talking about Myra. Myra is beyond beautiful. Her skin is a flawless light bronze, with the most perfect ass a small white girl could have. Her breasts were more on the smaller side, but they were perky and she had the cutest looking nipples that seemed to be hard almost every time I saw her. Her face was something that you would see from a modeling magazine and her dazzling greenish brown eyes would make you melt into them. Her hair was naturally light brown, but she had blonde highlights that looked like she was born with them. Her perfect legs looked like they went on for days and were perfectly toned and tanned in just a way that you could literally marry just her legs and live a happy life.
Now, I know what you are thinking: that I am in love with my sister. That is definitely not the case. I do appreciate how godly beautiful she is and if she wasn't my sister I might try my own luck with her. However, her being my sister and how she treated me made it so that I wasn't in love with her. You would think that someone so beautiful would have a wonderful personality to go along with it, but not in Myra's case. She was a bitch, plain and simple, at least to me. She would sweet talk Mom and Dad and anyone else that came over, but was meaner than all hell to me. She always tried to find ways for me to do things for her.
