This is chapter one of a huge story I've decided to break down into five chapters for easier reading. Each chapter ended up being quite bigger than the one preceding it which means if you're here looking for a "quick fix" you'll probably not like the way this story progresses.
Some of you might find the build up slow but I assure you it is intentional, this is a story I want to tell right, describe it the best I can and lead you through it the best I can.
Also English isn't my native tongue, I hope not too much gets lost in translation.
I will try and describe the people in my stories the best I can so you can sculpt your imagination in as much detail as possible. Many of you will figure out I'm new to this, and by this I mean writing and expressing my self and my imagination and sharing it with others. I hope you 'll end up enjoying it!
Feedback is greatly appreciated! :)
This story is fictional and all participants are over 18 years old.
Dig in.
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Chapter 1: How it all began.
While growing up I didn't have much luck with the ladies to be completely honest with you but between the ages of 17-20 I grew ten inches in height and ended up being a 6 feet 3 inches tall dude, with a full black beard and a mean looking face (I have to note here that I've got the male equivalent of a resting bitch face, gets me into more trouble than I benefit out of it to be honest).
I'm not much of a gym guy but I guess genetics favoured me and I ended up being pretty sturdy, instead of being skinny as a punishment for not joining the lifting and cross fitting cults.
I used to work different jobs after finishing high school, ranging from waitering to unloading boxes from trucks, mostly for pocket money and in my late teenage arrogance I decided that college wasn't something I was interested in.
Growing up I was part of what we called "the squad" which included me, my best friend Mitch, Alexandra and her best friend Dominique who we had nicknamed Dee.
We started hanging out together at middle school and stayed friends long after we were separated from each other when we proceeded to attend different high schools.
Mitch was and the only person I could talk about everything, mostly women that is.
We had a saying for our bad luck with women, "Life's not a porn movie."
Guess we were pretty wrong about that.
Oh and by the way hi, my name's Anthony, my friends call me T.
Soon after my twentieth birthday, I decided that it was time to stop fooling around and enrolled in a college out of state so that I could get a degree and "make something of my self" like my mom used to say.
I ended up 2 counties over renting a big apartment for an unreasonably low price. (2 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a single bathroom for 400 dollars, I know right?)
Anyways, my family wasn't rich but my parents made it happen, meaning the paid for everything so I didn't have to work and be able to focus on my studies.
For the next two years I did what any unsupervised testosterone filled young adult would do, I partied like crazy.
Alcohol was a big part of my every day life, just like having coffee in the morning when the sun went down I'd start small and go big.
Even in college it wasn't easy landing chicks, but if I played my cards right I'd end up at home with company for the night.
Two years after me moving away and during my visiting home for summer holidays, my parents called for a family meeting.
They announced that my kid sister who had just turned 18, had been accepted to the same college as me in the architecture department and would start attending next September.
Like I said earlier, we weren't a rich bunch so my parents asked me if I'd be down with her moving in with me since I had only a couple of years worth of semesters left for my degree and Chrissy could keep the house after I'd leave.
Long story short, since I'm not an asshole my reply was "yes of course".
Growing up me and my sister weren't really close not unlike many of the usual opposite genre siblings grow up.
The age gap wasn't that big (just a little short of three years) but since we used to hang out at different places and with different type of crowds (mostly because she used to study excessively and I did the exact opposite) we grew further apart.
Chris grew up nicely, she was almost as tall as me with an amazing curvaceous body that she got as a reward from doing sports in high school (mostly volleyball and basketball), strawberry blonde long hair and big expressive amber eyes. Her lips were big and ample and she had the cutest nose which made her smile lit up the room.
Even though I tried not checking her out Chrissy had a killer body, even though she usually dressed in conservative clothes her legs were long and smooth, her thighs and calves perfectly sculpted from all the exercise, her breasts were quite large but usually pressed under a sports bra that hid them well and her heart shaped ass looked firm and perky.
But like I said, she was my sister I tried not to let my eyes linger on her body for too long.
September was coming close fast, so when the time came we left together to travel back to my apartment.
At first it was really awkward, I mean yeah you're family with someone but that doesn't mean you actually know them.
There's no difference getting a random roommate from Craig's list or freshly moving together with a family member.
She was neat, kept to herself, studied a lot, and was really into healthy life style (smoothies, yoga and all that crap) while I was doing my thing.
Self-destructing in a decent pace along with all the other horny twenty-something year olds living in the area.
Eventually we started hanging out together, having dinner with each other, watching movies together and almost half a year in, sharing a bottle of wine and talking about our lives up to that point and how we were just starting to really know each other.
I told her a lot about my life, holding out details that there was no reason for her at the time to know, and she told me about how absorbed in her studies and activities was and how she felt that she had been missing out on everything an eighteen-year year old should 've been doing.
After that night together I decided we were on really good terms, living together might actually work after all.
At first I toned it down a bit, I tried to avoid drinking while at home, stopped partying and bringing many people over so as to not annoy her and let her do her thing.
My biggest sacrifice though was that I stopped bringing women over as I thought that it would be too much for her to handle.
My reasoning was that it was all about respecting her boundaries, not make her feel uncomfortable and not making myself look like a huge douchebag since I had no intention of ever calling any of them back or getting into a relationship with them.
What kind of example would that have set to Chrissy?
And I almost made it too.
