This is the start of a new series I'm writing and I hope you all enjoy.
Note 1: this story is under one genre but will be posted under the "incest" category due to the nature of the story, for those that are not into that kind of thing.
Note 2: Thank you to WokeUpOneDay for the exceptional quality of editing that has been provided.
Please let me know what you think as I have written other chapters to this story currently. Good and bad comments are always welcome.
Enjoy
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Antonio Sutton, better known as Tony, sat in his apartment thinking. He was holding his Glock 19 in his hand. Most nights he would sit in the apartment that he shared with a roommate, which he didn't get along with well. He contemplated suicide on an almost daily basis, wondering who would actually miss him. He knew his parents would and he hoped that given time, they could forgive him for taking his own life. Then again, he was the failure of the family, he thought.
His older sister Jasmine, Jas for short, was more than perfect. She had close to bleach blonde hair and looked like a model in a bikini. Her Latin background helped her to keep her tan close to perfect but it was her determination that kept the weight off and her looking perfect in almost anyone's eyes. In Tony's eyes, Jasmine always saw him as a failure as well. She was mean to him all the time for no apparent reason and would also make sure she ousted him with all her friends and any girl he tried to hook up with. She was a big part of the reason he had gone to school three hours away instead of the school that was thirty minutes from his house, like Jasmine went to.
His little sister (Isabelle or Izzy for short) had just turned 18 a couple months ago and would be the one that would probably miss him the most. She was beyond cute along with being the shortest of the three siblings. Her natural dark hair and lighter skin contrasted perfectly. Isabelle also didn't dress as provocative as her elder sister. She was also closer to Tony than Jasmine would ever be but still not as close as he would have wanted.
His father was older than his mother by 12 years. His dad was in his early fifties while his mom was just passing forty. Dad was a white man with salt and pepper hair while mom was full blooded Latina (Puerto Rican to be exact) and looked the part too. She had long brown almost black hair that hung down past her large breasts, which Jasmine got from her mother. Her skin was a darker bronze color that came from her heritage, but one of the other things that stuck out about her was her perfectly shaped ass. Though large, there was never a blemish on it. It was a sight of perfection and Tony had seen it on more than one occasion though his mother hadn't known he was watching. A couple times coming out of the shower and the few times she wore a thong bikini around their pool when he had lived at home, though when she knew her son was home, she would cover up or change into something less revealing.
Holding the gun towards his head, he thought about pulling the trigger. But after sitting there for ten minutes, he put it back in its case and fell back on his bed. He was almost in tears. His life truly was so pathetic that he was even too much of a coward to kill himself. He was overweight and had only had one girlfriend in his entire life. He had paid a hooker so he could lose his virginity over a year ago, but she told him know when he finally removed his pants. Most men, once fully grown, are between five and seven inches on average with some being even larger. His penis was a pathetic three inches hard and that was only if he was extremely turned on. The girth of his cock was just as bad as he was only about as thick as a sharpie marker.
It wasn't just the size of his worthless penis that bothered him. His hair was just as dark as his mother's but was curlier than it was straight. If he had to compare himself to someone famous, it would have been Screech from the TV show Saved by the Bell, though he was a shorter, fatter version of him. He only stood at 5'5" whereas his older sister was around 5'9". Both his parents were close to 6' with his father being slightly taller. He always tried to fit in with the popular kids but was always the one that was made fun of. He would never understand the "in" conversations and it was always awkward when he would talk. He sometimes thought he was trying too hard, but would convince himself that he was not trying hard enough.
Eventually he just fell asleep, knowing he wouldn't kill himself at least not yet. He awoke the next morning to loud music being played. How he loathed is roommate. He had to get a smaller fridge in his room just so he could keep things cold that needed to be. He had used the main fridge in the two bedroom apartment before, but when he stocked his side with food and came home to find all his food either eaten or in the trash. So he found a used mini fridge that he could keep in his room. He had also added two internal locks and a deadbolt to his room to keep his roommate out, especially after he found out he had a threesome on his bed. Though at the time he was glad to smell sex in his room for once in his life though he didn't know what the different smells were and just imagined that all of them were the girls' juices and not his roommates.
He rolled out of bed and used his en-suite bathroom to shower. He had class that morning and then had to make the three hour trek home to deal with his family for the Thanksgiving holiday. Even his car was pathetic as it was an older model and had mostly rusted keeping it from falling apart and breaking into pieces. He had attempted to get an older car and fix it up, but the only thing he could afford was an early 80s Toyota Camry Hatchback. Though he failed at fixing it up and after he had purchased it, had found out it was basically worthless and wasn't worth the time, effort or money to fix up the car. To him now, it was just four wheels that got him from point A to point B.
He knew he didn't have to come back until Friday to be at work. He hated his job. One of his classmates had convinced him to apply at this sales job and that was where he was for the past two years. While he had changed his major three times, he sat in that dead end job. Other guys made upwards of 60k per year while in college but he was not good at sales and barely made $10/hour. What made matters worse was that his boss, Rebecca, was a tall redhead that was sexy as all hell. She was in her thirties but would berate him on a regular basis. When she would walk around the office in her tight business suit with her large breasts begging to press out from the top, he would daydream that she would come over, strip and sit on his cock screaming his name all day and all night. He had heard rumors of some of one of the guys that had gotten her in bed, but also heard that they had an eight inch penis and knew he couldn't compare to that.
Once he was dressed, he packed both his backpack and his duffel bag so he could pack the car and not have to worry about coming back to his apartment. He left his room and locked up but ran into his roommate.
"Where you going bitch boy?" his roommate Ed said. Ed was a body builder and was always drinking some kind of protein shake. Tony couldn't understand why people would drink that crap all the time. But then again, if he looked half of what Ed looked like, he would eat goat balls for the rest of his life!
"Hey Ed. Just heading to class then home for the holiday. I'll see you around."
"Not if I can help it. I'm looking for a different place. Seems your girly self has been rubbing off on me so that I'm not getting as many girls," Ed replied with some anger in his voice.
"Maybe it is the lack of brains on your half," he mumbled.
"WHAT WAS THAT PUSSY?" Ed screamed as he got up, his fists clenched ready to beat Tony's ass.
"Nothing!" he stammered, feeling like he might piss himself at any moment, "I was just wishing my life was as good as yours and not as pathetic as mine."
