This story includes First Time, Incest/taboo, Group Sex and Erotic Coupling.
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I'm from a family that many would call 'All American". My Dad was a football star in high school, college and, for several years, the pros. My Mom was and is a model, she was a Playboy centerfold twenty some years ago and is still gorgeous. I'm Mike and I have a younger sister, Ann. We're all blond and blue eyed.
My Dad was given a job in sales when he finished college by a wealthy college alum/booster who had a liquor distributor business. He's still there, now owns a piece of it and is the president and the man in charge. He even cut his pro football career short because he made more money from business than sports and didn't get beat up by it. My Mom's modeling is now part time. She says there's not a lot of call for 46 year old models. I've grown up seeing my Mom smiling out at me from ads in magazines and on TV, selling almost every product possible. And she still works, just not as much. To me, though, they've always been just Mom and Dad, raising me and my sister.
When I was really young, maybe two years old, around the time my sister was born probably, we moved into a nice, big house in an upscale neighborhood and still live there. We've always had a maid, or really an assistant mother, who lives with us. We've only had two in my whole life, so they become part of the family. Both were fairly old, with grown children and no husband, when they came to us. The first retired and the second, Maria, has been with us almost ten years.
So I guess it's fair to say we've had a spoiled and selfish upbringing, privileged I guess, but I've loved it always.
My sister Ann, who's always been Annie to me, is eighteen, just finishing high school. Maybe the best way to describe her is that if a boy in her high school ever saw the old centerfold of our Mom, he'd think he was seeing Annie. I imagine half the guys in her school jack off thinking of her. Which is probably what Hugh Hefner of Playboy figured half the guys in the country were doing years ago to my Mom's centerfold picture. I mean, she's gorgeous, with a beautiful face and a wet dream body.
I'm now twenty, just finishing my sophomore year in college. I'm 6'2" tall and weigh 190 pounds, sort of slim but muscular. While my Dad played football, I've always played Lacrosse, in high school and now university. We're not national champs but certainly win a lot more than we lose. I don't mean to brag but I'm pretty good at it.
The other thing about me is that I'm majoring in Computer Science. I've always been good at games and computers. Right away, at university, I met this guy that, well, is a genius. I mean, I know what I'm doing but he can do everything I can and more, better and faster. However, he needs to be aimed or told what to do. He's terrific but without a lot of imagination. That's what I supply. We spent our freshman year and part of last summer working on a game. We then sold that game for $100,000. We each got $50,000. We're now working on another game. Working on that first one gave me some great ideas for new games. This time, we're going to finish the game more, add some embellishments. Then, instead of just selling it I want to see if we can sort of keep a piece of it, get royalties on how it sells. Our first game is now out and doing great so I think we can do that. I mean, it could be worth millions to us. We want to work on it all this summer.
The other thing I should mention is that in high school I fucked three girls. I realize now that they actually seduced me. I would have had no idea how to get around to actually fucking without their leading the way. The other thing I realize is that none of it was that great, although it seemed so at the time. I mean, we just fucked. But I did learn that girls can be horny too, maybe even more than boys. In college, I started to date this really attractive girl, Susan. Well, I discovered right away that I wasn't going to fuck her like I did those girls in high school. She stopped me at every attempt.
But I kept dating her. We kissed and hugged and felt around a little but she wouldn't let me feel too much. Then after several months, we were at it hot and heavy and she had on a T-shirt like top. Fancier than just a T-shirt but that type of thing. I slid my hand up onto her bare back, under the shirt, and she kissed even harder. Because this had pushed the shirt up, I leaned down and kissed her bare stomach. Well, that caused moans. So I moved up slightly and brought a hand around to hold one of her breasts. That brought more moans and she didn't try and stop me. So I unfastened her bra and started kissing a bare breast, holding it and sucking on the nipple. That brought more moans.