I remember my real parents only a little.
When I was four years old, I was told that they traveled to some distant country and can't come back again.
It took me three years to find out the truth. They died in simple car accident leaving their only child alone.
It seems I have no more relatives left. Ordinarily, I would be sent to an orphanage, but I was suddenly adopted by the Indigo family claiming they have some centuries connection to my Heath family.
I don't believe that crap, but they raised me well. Now, I'm 18 years old high schooler with promising future.
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My name is Thomas Heath and I'm living with my foster single mother and her three daughters. Believe or not, their surname is Indigo. It could seems strange, but they have high pride in that name. The mother often tells her daughters:
"Remember, you're not human, you're Indigo. You have to be perfect."
It doesn't mean they are inhuman or anything, but it's true that they are too much flawless. Studies, sports, looks, everything.
Growing up in their shadow made me quite decent myself, but have no chance against them. I'm winning some quarrels, however time always proofs them right.
Why am I telling you this? Because I've crush on one of them.
Oda Indigo, the middle daughter, is only eight days younger than me. She has beautiful long black hair and sharp brown eyes. She is just 152 cm (5 ft) tall, but with her slender body, firm butt and full C cup breasts plenty of guys found her rather attractive.
She was my best playmate from childhood and even now we spend a lot of time together. Maybe because of that, she has got a bit boyish personality and doesn't get along too well with girls.
Don't dare you think she is some kind of bitch. I've heard a guy asked her out and she refused him with fists. The next one was beaten so badly that nobody tried to do it again.
But don't believe she is too much pure. I know it better than anyone else...
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It was around 7 o'clock and I was eating my breakfast with my three years younger sister Becky. As usual, kitchen door opened and Oda came inside with beads of sweat on her skin.
She wore black sleeveless shirt and white tight shorts. I couldn't take my eyes off her round ass giving me immediately a boner.
To maintain that butt, Oda is jogging every morning before breakfast. Then usually steals remaining half of Becky's food for herself and goes get changed to her room.
Someone would consider it as a bullying, but Becky intentionally makes her breakfast large enough for two people and this "custom" actually began by Oda helping her sister finish the meal.
Becky had already left for school and I was waiting for Oda. Today, she came a bit earlier having her hair in ponytail.
She looked at my crotch and gave it a laugh:
"Are you gonna go to school like that? 'Want me to take care of it?"
Yes, that's it. Oda Indigo, beautiful boyish girl that never dates anyone, occasionally sucks my cock.
Are you wondering, why I've said I've a crush on her? Because I really can't call this love and she never let me do anything else.
She's never jerked me off and never let me touch her ass or breasts. Her pussy is naturally out of question. Come to think of it, I haven't seen her naked since elementary school!
As kids, we somehow got to trying blowjob and she grew fond of it at the first go. During years, we've set some kind of rules when we're doing it.
For example, she never blows me more than twice a day, but in most cases she do it only about three times per week.
So don't get your hopes up! It's not like I get it when I ask. It's more like I get it when she feels like it or wants something.
Today, it was the first one.
"Do you manage to finish it on time?" I asked opening my fly.
