Author Note:
This my first story EVER. Sorry if the story is boring at first, but this chapter is just an intro to everything, descriptions and such. I promise, the story will become more indepth, and with more smut for all you eager writers. Apologies for any grammar mistakes, as I wrote this at 3:00 AM, and I have no editor.
Comments and complaints are always welcome.
-Mike
P.S. ALL CHARACTERS ARE DEPICTED AS 18 YEARS OR OLDER. THEY ARE CONSENTING ADULTS.
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Michael awoke as the morning sun shined through his window. One ray of light was hitting him right in the eye, which in turn caused him to wake. He awoke to the smell of cooking bacon, and toast. Groggily, he climbed out of his bed and put on some clothes, not wanting to be seen in his boxers by his sisters.
Michael had two sisters, and they were twins. Michael was a year younger than them. Their parents were gone on vacation for the next three months, so the siblings had the house to themselves. The Wilson kids were a responsible group, they never partied, had good grades, and stayed away from the 'hoodlums' as their parents called them.
Nicole, was shorter than Mike, she had brunette hair, piercing green eyes, and a body to die for. Needless to say, her chest wasn't unimpressive either -- she was at least a 36C. Emily, on the other hand, was a blonde; with an ever better body than Nicole. Emily was the conservative one -- never partied, always did her work; basically the 'star child.' Michael one had a crush on both of his sisters, but realized how weird it sounded, and immediately got over the fetish.
As Michael sleepily walked down the steps towards the kitchen as an idea came to his head. With soft chuckle, he slowly crept into the kitchen, where his sisters were cooking and listening to music; completely oblivious to his advances.
On counter rested a bowl of pancake batter, and was completely unprotected. With a smirk, Michael grabbed the bowl and quickly poured half of it onto his sister, Nicole, and the other half to her twin, Emily. The two sisters screamed at their brother as he darted out of the kitchen and into the bathroom to shower. He knew they weren't mad -- as they'd played pranks on each other their whole lives.
As Michael showered, the sisters finished cooking what was left of the breakfast, and cleaned up the mess their brother had made. In the shower, Michael soaped his body, which, wasn't the greatest body anyone had ever seen; but it was definitely toned. It'd been awhile since he'd been active in any sports, so some of his cuts had gone away, and been replaced with a small layer of fat. The hot water cascaded down his body, as images began to pop into his mind -- images of his sisters.
The first thing Michael saw was Nicole, the stunning brunette laying on her bed, reading a magazine with one hand, and the other underneath her covers. Though, if one were to look close enough, they'd see the covers softly moving, as Nicole let out soft murmurs of pleasure. The image had an immediate effect on Mike, as he felt his manhood begin to come alive.
The second image that came to mind, was Emily. Emily was drop-dead gorgeous, yet she was so innocent -- unlike her sister. Michael knew Emily was a virgin, but was pretty sure he'd heard Nicole with her fair share of guys over the years. Anyway, the image of Emily was slightly different than the image of Nicole. In this image, Michael was laying in his bed, unable to sleep due to no apparent reason; when all of a sudden he heard his door open, and a small ray of light enter his room. Standing in the doorway was Emily, and without speaking a word, she let herself into his room.
No words were spoken, as Emily opened his nightie, and dropped it to the floor, exposing her perfect body to Michael's eager, but confused eyes. Michael's daydreaming was rudely interrupted by the sound of one of his sisters banging on the door and yelling at him.
"Hurry the fuck up, you clutz!" shouted Nicole, as she continued to bang on the door. "I've got pancake batter in my hair, and you're taking your sweet ass time!" she chimed, irritated, but not necessarily mad.
With a sigh, Michael washed the soap off of his body and got out of the shower.
"I'll be right out." he replied, as he toweled his body off. He then opened the door and walked out, with nothing but a towel around his waist. Secretly, Nicole checked out her brother, before stopping herself, and telling herself that he was her brother; not some jock at school. After a few seconds of her own daydreaming, she entered the bathroom and started her shower.
Michael started to ascend the stairs to his room when he heard Emily cry out in fear. Immediately, he turned and ran down the steps, barely hanging onto his towel as he ran into the kitchen.
