My Interesting Story
I really do not know how to start this except to say that I really don't know how to begin and how it all happened. I guess I will start by telling you about myself at the start of this interesting time of my life. I'm a nineteen year old female and I recently graduated from high school about a month ago and about to start University in the fall on a cross country and track scholarship. I won the state cross country meet this past fall, won the 3200 meters this spring and placed very well in a post high school track meet. These performances plus my grades opened up opportunities for me to continue running after high school and a lot of colleges sent letters, I visited a few, but settled on one that I was most comfortable with, in the state next to me about two hours away- which happened to be the same University my older brother attends on a running scholarship. I didn't pick the school because of him, but I felt that it was the right place for me and meeting my future goals. I am currently in my summer training and eagerly looking forward to the fall and competing against the "big girls"! More about my brother later.....
Since I am a runner and running a lot of miles, I have a perfect body build for the sport. I am about five feet five inches, one hundred and seven pounds, thirty four B bra cup, and longer dark hair usually pulled into a pony tail to help with hair control. All I concentrated on was my high school classes and running, with that paying off very well for me.
As I mentioned before, I have an older brother by three years who is also a very good runner at the University that I will be attending. We must have inherited the running genes from Mom and Dad. Both were very good runners in their younger days and still continue to run and race very well now, even in their early fifties. Other than the graying hair, my Dad who teaches at the local community college looks like a college guy with a slim runner build. Mom who teaches physical therapy at the same place looks like she could be still in college with almost the build as me except that her breasts might be a little fuller than mine- perhaps from the breastfeeding many years ago. The geeky guys on my high school team would just stare when they see her running or at the house in her running clothes and I have heard the few college guys that visited with my brother call her a MILF! I always wondered why the college guys would come to town in the summer to train with my brother.
Oh, back to my brother Kyle, he is about five feet ten, sandy brown hair that is often unkempt with a slim runner build- of course. He is the number one man on the team and one of the very best in the region. He has a very easy going way about him and he is a stellar student and athlete- not like my self being uptight, nervous, and rigid. He has had a few girlfriends, but he just enjoys running and what ever comes that day. He certainly is not silly and geeky like the boys on my team and I looked forward to finding someone like him when I start university to spend time with. We have a typical brother sister relationship, we annoy each other sometimes but we are united in our love and passion for running and sometimes we do run together on his easier days and we'll do fast running together on the track, except that he is ahead of me.
Enough about the background. This is where the story gets interesting! It is late June and we are training for a Fourth of July 5km Race in the next town over, but more importantly, for the upcoming fall cross country season. As I mentioned before, our parents are teachers and each are teaching a short summer course that ends in early July. Mom and Dad both got their run in earlier and Kyle and I decided to go later together to the track to do some fast running before the race next week. As we finished up with the fast running on the track, Kyle said that he was going to run back to the house. I told him that I was going to get a few more miles in and he went straight home. Wouldn't you know, I felt a rumble in my stomach and decided that I had better get home quick! The run to the house was almost as fast as we went on the track and I flew into the house, up the stairs, and into the bathroom to relieve myself. Whew, I thought to myself and considered myself lucky. Just as I was getting up from the toilet, Kyle strode into the bathroom as I neglected to close the door! He saw my hairy vagina and in my embarrassment, I turned around so he saw my little ass.
I screamed at him, "What are you doing? I had to get home to poop!"
Kyle, being Kyle, simply said, "Nice little ass Sis. When you get to University, I'll know why those fast guys slow down to run behind you. Oh yea, nice pussy too, but when you wear those racing briefs, you have to be bare down there!"
I called him an asshole and told him to get out, and as he did, he just smirked and shook his sweaty hair. He was the first boy to see my bottom naked as a grown woman and I was strangely excited by this. I then decided that if he saw me mostly naked, I should see him naked.
The next morning Mom and I went for an easy run and she was wearing shorter shorts than me and just a running bra while I had on a shirt and longer shorts. It was a really warm morning and I began to chafe a little bit.
Mom noticed and said, "Honey, you can just wear my running shorts and a bra if you want as you have a strong athletic body to be proud of. Besides, you are an elite athlete and need to be dressed for success!"
That's when I decided to be confidant enough to ask about shaving 'down there.' Mom who Kyle takes after in personality said, "Honey that is up to you, but the racing briefs at the University could show some hair sticking out the sides. You could shave very carefully or I can take you to my lady to get waxed, but since we are of Italian decent, it's probably better to get waxed as it will not grow back so fast." Of course, I asked if it hurt and she said that if I could run all of those miles, I could take a few seconds of pain, besides they serve a great pina colada there and I'll let you have one for a little pain relief. Later in the day when Mom came home from school, she asked if I had any plans that she would bring me to her person for a wax. She didn't give me much time to think about it, but I said yes to try that. Off we went just before dinner as Mom told Dad that the 'girls have a quick beauty appointment and would be picking up food for dinner to bring home later. Dad just smiled about the appointment (I wonder if he knew) but frowned when he heard take out food since Italian-American men like home cooked meals. We got to the shop and my Mom went first and then it was my turn. I was about to back out but she handed me a pina colada and I drank it with the booze going straight to my head giving me an ounce of bravery as I went in. I was done before I knew it and it wasn't so bad then we left to pick up the food.
In the car I said to Mom, "I'm surprised by you a little bit about being bare down there"
Mom replied, "Those running briefs are brief and your Dad seems to like it smooth when he...." and then she suddenly stopped in mid sentence and said, "Maybe too much information, right?" I just shook my head, trying to get the thought of my parents having sex out of my head.
Mom just said, "Well honey, sex is very satisfying- even better than running fast AND helps you run fast. Studies show that women who have an orgasm the night before a race run faster. Sometimes your Dad doesn't like to orgasm the night before, but he makes sure that I do, or if he is not available, I do it myself." I guess that would explain her fast times!
The next morning was really hot as Kyle and I went out for a run and I decided to take Mom's advice on only a running bra and shorter shorts. I couldn't believe how much more comfortable I was running and how free I felt! When we got home we lifted some weights and he said he was going to take a shower if I could wait a few minutes since he had to meet up with some friends for breakfast. He left his wet socks and shoes down the basement heading upstairs in just his skimpy running shorts, since he doesn't wear a shirt when it is really hot. He looked really 'hot' in those running shorts and I followed him upstairs to see if I could sneak a peak. I didn't hear any water running so I went to his room to ask when I could get in the shower. His door was partially open and he was lying on the floor. I thought he was stretching so I opened the door wider, only to see him playing with his penis.
