Thanks for all the feedback and comments. I enjoyed reminiscing of the happenings of my youth. This is the second part of a story that is a mix of truth and fiction involving brothers, sisters, and me. This part does involve bi-male sex so if that isn't your cup of tea, I apologize. I broke this part into two sections, this being the first. The second is nearly finished and will be published in a few days.
All characters in this story are 18 or over.
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"Of course," I answered Misty, "Probably won't be until mid-afternoon."
When we got back to the house, I grabbed my bike and rode the short distance home. Even though it was only a five minute ride, I was sweating pretty copiously when I got home.
"Hi Mom," I said walking in the door. I saw she was passed out in the living room and wasn't going to wake her. I went straight to the bathroom and took off my trunks and shirt. The minute I pulled down the trunks, I could smell the mix of Misty and me and almost instantly I got hard.
Getting in the shower, I grabbed the bar of Zest and started lathering up. When I reached my cock, it was so damn hard. I started rubbing it imagining it was Misty's moist pussy massaging it. Wasn't long and my knees felt weak. The speed of my stroking increased to a feverish pace. I leaned back against the shower wall and felt the first spurt escape my grip and hit the shower curtain. It was followed only by a couple more and then just a dribble.
With my eyes closed I slowly stroked a little more and finally let my now softening cock fall from my hand. I realized how tired I was and just enjoyed the lukewarm water hitting my chest. Finally, I decided to wash my hair so I could head upstairs.
As I pulled on my traditional white Fruit of the Looms, I thought how great this day had been. Getting my first blow job, fucking a girl, and now masturbating for the first time. It was surreal to say the least. I turned the fan on and laid down in bed. Wasn't long and I was asleep and the sun hadn't even set.
When I awoke, it was dark outside and I looked over at my glow-in-the-dark Big Ben alarm clock and it was only 3:30 a.m. I laid there for a while thinking I would go back to sleep, but that didn't happen.
I made my way down the stairs and went into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I pulled out the pitcher of tea and then grabbed a glass from the cupboard. I poured a glass and then basically slammed the whole thing. I poured another half glass and then put the pitcher back in the fridge.
Slowly, I made my way to the front porch and the creaking of the door could have waken the neighbors even though I was trying to be quiet. I stood looking to the east and thinking that old saying that it always darkest just before the sun rises was true. It was pitch black.
But the cool morning air felt good so I decided to sit on the swing for a bit. I took another drink of my tea and was amazed at the sound the chains on the porch swing made as they rubbed together. With no pressing thoughts, I nearly fell asleep listening to those chains.
Wasn't too long though and the chirping birds announced the rising of the sun. Their chirping brought me back to the moment. I decided I might as well start my chores as soon as I could see to do them. I finished the remaining couple swallows of tea and then got up and went back into the house.
I grabbed a bowl and a box of Cheerios and then went to the fridge and grabbed the milk. I had two bowls, put everything away and then went up to put some more clothes on. As I came back down the stairs I noticed that the darkness of earlier was slowly giving way to the grayness of morning.
It was just after five in the morning and I had a solid six plus hours of chores to get done so I grabbed my gloves and again the door creaked as I went to get the day started.
Even though I started my chores shortly after the sun rose, the heat was already building and by the time I finished a little before noon, I had worked up quite a sweat. I headed back to the house hoping to take a shower, but mom had lunch ready. She made a plate and went into the living room to watch her soap opera and I sat in silence eating.
Finished eating, I quickly washed the few dishes in the sink and then went to take a shower. The cool water felt good and helped keep my mind somewhat in check. After getting out, I wrapped a towel around my lower half and went to my room to get dressed.
The bike ride down to Misty and Jack's didn't take but five minutes. When I got there, everyone was inside although I knew Eric had been out there because the hood of his 1976 Impala was open with a tray of tools resting across the radiator.
I knocked on the door and Pete opened it.
"Hey Brian," he greeted me. "Hot enough for ya?"
"Plenty warm," I told him. "Glad to have the chores done before it got any hotter."
"Pretty much everyone is in the basement staying cool," Pete informed me. "Just getting some drinks. Want one?"
"Sure." I answered and then asked, "Need some help carrying 'em?"
He handed me a stack of plastic glasses and he picked up a pitcher of green Kool-aid and we made our way down the stairs into the basement. First thing I noticed was how much cooler it was as we went down the stairs.
As we made our way into the family room, the door was closed and I opened it and let Pete go in first as one hand was holding the glass-handled pitcher and the other was on the bottom supporting the weight.
Closing the door behind me, I turned to see four large sofas lining the walls with a television in the corner. In the center of the room was a large ottoman covered in that funky 1970's brown vinyl. Pete set the pitcher down on the ottoman and I carried the glasses over and set them beside the pitcher.
"Pour your own!" Pete announced. Jack, Eric, Misty, and one of their older sisters, Mandy, all jumped up and grabbed a glass. I picked up the pitcher and started filling their glasses. Lastly, I hand the two remaining cups to Pete and he held them while I filled one for him and one for me.
With all the seating available, I figured I would get a chance to sit next to Misty. As I sat the pitcher back down, I turned to see her sandwiched between Eric and Mandy.
"Oh well," I thought. "I'll just set on the empty couch. Pete was sprawled out on one and Jack was sitting with one leg under him and the other outstretched on the other.
The television was on and they were watching Gilligan's Island. I think it was a color episode but their television was black and white.
I took a sip of my drink and leaned back watching the show although I had to turn my head to the left pretty sharply to see the television in that corner. Thought it was strange everyone was so quiet, but figured at least it was cool and I had a cold drink so it was all good.
Occasionally, I would glance in the direction of Misty and Mandy. Mandy really was just a slightly older looking, slightly more used looking, and very slightly darker version of Misty. Both were beautiful. I tried not to stare and would quickly look back to the television. Once I made eye contact with Eric and he had this mischievous grin on his face.
As the episode went to its last commercial, everyone seemed to get fidgety in their seats. It wasn't that everyone was moving or doing anything, you could just feel an increase in the energy and out of corner of my eye there was miniscule movements that caused just a bit of uneasiness.
