Here's a new storyline. Sorry to those folks asking for the continuing of other story lines. I have to go where my creativity takes me. Hopefully if you liked the others, you'll enjoy this one. Mind you, this is a bit different than my others. There is far more exposition and it takes quite some time to get to the 'action' as it were. And, while definitely fantastical, it is not near as over the top. And now the typical disclaimer about how this isn't meant to be realistic, so no need to post messages about "That would never happen, blah blah blah". And lastly, thanks for all of the support from folks who enjoy my work. Your comments and emails are what keep me going!
Josie, Sister - Josie Davis
Esther, Roommate - Esther Baxter
Denise, Roommate - Denise Milani
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I was a bundle of nerves as I stepped off the plane at La Guardia airport. Here I was; 18, just out of high school, and a Midwest farm boy, and I was soon to be in New York City! On top of all of that, I was going to be living with my sister whom I hadn't seen in three years.
Josie was the oldest of the five of us, with me being the youngest. Seven years my senior. She was also the black sheep of the family. Why? Not for getting into trouble, being a bad student, being an alcoholic or any of the other things that usually upsets parents. No, she had graduated with honors, and had a six figure job. But that job was in New York. That was the problem. Unlike my other siblings who are still living near Iowa city with the rest of the family, Josie went out into the world and didn't look back. When she did come to visit for holidays, my family would make all kinds of snide comments. It finally came to a head a few Christmases back, and Josie finally had enough. A fight ensued and she vowed never to return.
Unlike the rest of my family, however, it never bothered me that she left. I mean, I missed her...a lot, but I was proud of her. Even when we were younger and she would talk about 'getting out of this place', I was always supportive. I knew she wanted bigger things. She deserved better things!
Despite the age gap, Josie and I had always been close. When I was very young she was protective and tried to guide me. As I got older our relationship grew. She'd help me with homework. I'd listen as she talked about friends/boyfriends/school. And when I started getting interested in girls, she gave me lots of advice and confidence. Which I'm not too modest to admit helped me get quite a few objects of affection.
And when she cut herself off from the family three years ago, she and I kept in touch as much as we could. Tons of email and regular phone calls. We had a very open and frank relationship. We could talk about anything. Including when I started having sex my senior year, she was graphically descriptive with advice to improve my skills. And, it worked. I gained quite a reputation from the girls around school. I also have to admit that it put some really...shall we say 'interesting' mental images into my head regarding my sister and her advice. See, Josie is probably the first girl I noticed in a sexual way. And her openness about sex only made it harder not to think of her in that way. Those long legs, tight ass, firm breasts...
Anyway! I had long ago secretly decided to follow in my sister's footsteps. The big city sounded amazing. And thanks to the encouragement and help of my sister, not only did my grades merit being accepted into NYU, but they included scholarships that would make my education nearly free (of course, being a State track champion didn't hurt). Which was great news, since my parents were going to pretty much disown me if I left. And if that didn't do it, the fact that my sister not only offered up staying at my place, but insisted, certainly would.
And here I was. Crowded city airport far from my old home; a place I would likely never be welcome again. But that was alright. The second I came out of the terminal, I was greeted by the beautiful voice of my sister, calling my name seconds before I was caught up in a big hug. I received a big kiss on the cheek before she pulled away and held me at arms length. She looked me up and down, as I had done quite a big of growing in the last three years. While she took me in, I did the same to her. The long legs I mentioned earlier stood atop two inch heels, bringing her nearly to my 5'11" height. A business-like skirt ended just above her knees. A powder blue sleeveless sweater hugged her waist and chest, with the collar of a golf shirt poking out the top. Shoulder length blond hair framed her face and a pair of glasses perched on her nose were windows for the soft blue eyes that scanned my figure. This all happened very quickly before Josie spoke.
"Brian! You look great! And it's so wonderful to see you!" She exclaimed and hugged me again. I caught myself noticing the smell of her hair.
"I look great? What about you? You're amazing!" I said back. It was true. She was turning out to be one of those women that got better with age. She had been great at 22 and had somehow managed to get better.
"Flatterer." She said as she broke the hug again. She had a sly grin that told me that she knew damn well how good she looked. But at the same time she was happy that I thought so.
We got my other bags and hopped in a cab, which I should point out was my first cab ride. As we headed towards Manhattan, I gaped open mouthed while looking out the window. Josie pointed out various points of interest. Even so late at night, the city was so alive. I knew I was being a total yokel, and I could see my sister's bemused smile reflected in the glass as she watched me. When we finally pulled up to her building, we were greeted at the door by an actual door man!
"Good evening, Miss Stevens." The well groomed man said, as he held the door open for us. "Can I help you or your gentleman friend with the bags?"
"We're good Arnold." She smiled back at him. "And this is Brian. You'll be seeing a lot of him in the future." He gave me a look which seemed to say 'You lucky dog'. I found it odd that she didn't introduce me as her brother.
While we rode the elevator up, Josie readied me for her roommates. "Now, remember, Esther and Denise can be a bit...gregarious. And they certainly aren't modest. So don't get all embarrassed or shocked by what they say or do. And you'll have a hard time offending them so don't get uptight. Just be yourself. They'll fall in love with you in no time." She smiled sweetly.
"Got it, sis." I replied, steeling myself for my first meeting with Josie's two best friends. I had heard much about them, but never actually met them so I didn't know what to expect. With what Josie had told me the options ranged from between them answering the door naked to greeting me with a kick to the groin.
We exited the elevator, dragged my bags to her door and she unlocked it. From the couch bounced two figures of loveliness. And when I say bounced, I mean it. They both possessed the kind of bodies that even after the main body had stopped, other parts continued to jiggle and sway.
I knew the dark caramel creature was Esther. She wore pajama shorts and a lacy bra that hugged her wide hips and full breasts wonderfully. She gave me a sultry look from her almond eyes. Denise was originally from eastern Europe. She smiled a dimpled smile, like some girl next door. But it was hard to focus on the smile with the enormous pair of boobs threatening to rip through her over-stretched t-shirt. Even though I knew who was who by Josie's descriptions, she introduced us anyway.
"Girl," Esther exclaimed "You did NOT tell us your brother was such a hottie." I felt my face flush.
"Oh, so cute. He's blushing." Denise commented, her voice containing a hint of accent.
