**The "Vicky" storyline follows a very intelligent eighteen year old girl who is a senior in high school and is venturing into a very sexually active adulthood.
**The story will flirt with, and eventually cross the line of, incest and taboo. However, please be aware that this story is just the innocent beginnings of that part of the story
I took a deep breath, relived that I wasn't being attacked and that it was only Eddie.
"Looking down right sexy today, Vicky," Eddie's brother Henry added, coming up on my other side. Or maybe he was Eddie and Henry had grabbed me? Who knows. They're twins, actually they are incredibly popular twins thanks to their good looks. They've also barely said a word to me in twelve years of school together. Even in kindergarten all I got was an occasional hair pull. Apparently they knew the score long before I did.
"We were wondering if we could drive you home tomorrow, you know, just to make sure you don't get into trouble."
"Oh, oh wow, I... I mean, of course! Yeah... yeah, that'd be cool..."
"Okay, well we've got practice now otherwise we'd offer you one today. But we'll definitely be down for tomorrow. Sound good?"
"Yeah, that sounds great! I'll see you guys tomorrow. Have fun at practice."
"Ugh, yeah, it's just practice but okay. See ya."
I'm an idiot but nonetheless, excitement, excitement, excitement!
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I'm laying on my bed, on my stomach. My laptop's in front of me and there's a video playing of a dark haired girl, in slutty lingerie, on her knees sucking a guy's dick. I'm not that horny, although the video is starting to turn me on. I'm just too anxious about tomorrow to be really horny.
The video is at least serving its purpose, which is to to teach me how to be better at sex. I'd searched for tutorials on how to give the best blowjob but the articles seemed confusing, lame, or both. I figure just skip the bullshit and watch a professional. I think this chick in the video has it down.
She took control and pushed him onto the couch and she made him watch as she revealed her tits and squeezed them for him. Then she bent over and teased him with her tongue. She started by sucking just the tip of his cock into her mouth but quickly showed him that she was no prude and proceeded to take inch after inch until his entire cock. I think guys must really like that. Even I find it impressive.
This video is unfortunately one of several open in my browser. The others are both of boring girls that I think I'm already more talented than. Really they just need to up the effort. Everyone always says people can tell when your heart isn't in what you do and these chicks obviously were not in the mood for sucking a dick when the video was shot.
I also have a few tabs open that are actually more embarrassing than blowjob videos. I read an entire article called "How to Talk to Guys" and another called "What Men Are Interested In". Both struck me as being way too generic and neither was overly helpful. Instead I'm watching the blowjob videos. I figure a good blowjob will get me more points than good conversation.
There's a
knock, knock!
on my door. I didn't hear my Dad get home from work yet so it's likely my Mom. Needless to say, I'm a bit annoyed given the timing but I close my browser and yell for her to come in. My Mom quietly opens the door and slides in without opening it all the way.
"Hey sweetie."
"Hi... why are you being so tip-toey?"
"Me? Tip-toey? I'm not. I just was wondering if we could get dinner tonight, just you and me. I want to take you to the wine cellar."
"Why would I want to go to the wine cellar? That's a romantic, couples restaurant."
"Because I want to talk to you about something private and they have very private tables and wonderful food that I thought would make for a nice mother-daughter evening out."
"Okay, so just to get this straight, it's so private that we need to leave the privacy of our own house and go out to dinner to discuss it?"
"Don't be a wise ass. I want to talk over dinner and I'm offering a nice place. Would you prefer Denny's?"
"Fine, the wine cellar it is."
"Good. I'll see you downstairs in twenty minutes."
"K, fine, I'll be down soon."
I look at my empty desktop screen and realize I am hornier than I thought and seriously consider pulling the blowjob videos back up and just having a quick session with my vibrator. That plan gets sidelined when I look in the mirror and remember that I had washed the dried cum off but hadn't changed outfits. The Wine Cellar likely wouldn't appreciate my showing up in a cum stained tank top. Can't blame them there. The big question is do I embrace the new Vicky and find something sexier or wear my usual grey, formal sweater?
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An hour later we walk into the wine cellar. I feel like an idiot because I chose my new jeans and a simple black top with spaghetti straps. The small top was designer but was intended to be used with a sweater or shawl. I had neither. I had, though, worn one of my new bras to push my tits up to front and center. I actually felt the urge to take a selfie when I looked in the mirror. And by felt the urge, I mean I took three pictures, then pulled my tits out and took a few more. Big deal. That though, is actually not why I feel idiotic.
When I had put the outfit together, I'd thought it was an original idea but when I saw my Mom's outfit I realized I'd simply copied an outfit my mother occasionally wears. She raised hell when I said I was going to change and told me she was glad we looked similar. For years she'd felt that no one could possibly see us together in public, see our styles, and think we were related. She had a point, so I just went with it. Mother, daughter slutty apparel night... so normal! I know everyone thinks their family is weird but mine has to be one of the weirdest.
They lead us down the stairs, down a long and dimly lit hall, and past many brick archways leading into small corridors. The building had half my attention but I'm largely distracted due to my staring at my mother's backside. Her experience with the simple, tight, black outfit showed. She has better jeans than mine and they make her legs look extra skinny and her ass look extra big. Her heels are probably three inches. I notice the wandering eyes of men at their tables following my mother's ass as it passes.
Finally we take a left under one of the brick archways. They sit us in our own private room with minimal lighting, beautiful scented flowers, a rustic wooden table, and they immediately bring waters with lemons in tall, thin glasses.
In the dim light, against the background of rustic walls and rare flowers, I surveyed my mother's immaculate outfit. Her top has a classy cut in the center and it showed a deeper cleavage line. She also wore a long, thin necklace that fell perfectly between her breasts. It directed a viewer's attention right at the main event.
The waiter entered, making hardly a sound. He's an older man, wearing nicely pressed dark pants and a white shirt.
"Good evening. My name is Franklin. What can you both for drinks?"
I order a sparkling juice. She gets a Spanish wine and comments on how much she loves the menu. I roll my eyes, but am not sure why. It is a great menu. She just annoys me I guess. I'm also oddly annoyed at the waiter when he goes to get our drinks and leaves us alone.
"How was school today?" She, as usual, is the one to break the silence.
