Welcome to my story. Depending on feedback, I have ideas for quite a few more. I also decided to try something. All of the important females in my story will be listed at the beginning by what actress would play them in a movie. These will be Hollywood types, porn stars or models. So, here we go!
Mother, 43: Danni Ashe
Oldest sister Shyla, 25: Shyla Stylez
Younger sister Lindsey, 20: Lindsey Lohan (Mean Girls Era)
Youngest sister Dallas, 19: Bryce Dallas Howard
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This is a story about me and my family, and what we eventually became. But before I get around to my lovely sisters or mother, let me tell you about me.
Growing up, I always thought of myself as average. Raised by my sweet mother, surrounded by sisters, and a father that was never really home, I grew up under constant female attention. My family were all very sweet to me, aside from Lindsey in her teen years. And when I think back on it all women were rather friendly with me. But I never thought anything of it.
In high school I was pretty shy and awkward. At 14 I had a growth spurt and hot up to 6'2", but was skinny and gangly as a post. Regardless, I always had girlfriends, but I was too shy to do much about it. Never had male friends. Guys seemed to want to avoid me. I graduated at the top of my class, and then headed to college in a nearby city. After two years I was ahead in my studies, and was offered a chance to study abroad in Britain. I jumped at it, and it was there my life turned.
Even at 20, I was still shy, despite my gangliness having disappeared. I had filled out, and was actually fairly toned and in shape. But I saw myself as the old me, and that kept me as a virgin at 20. I decided to change that, and during a break, went to Amsterdam and found a brothel. I nervously picked a prostitute, she took me to her room nonchalantly, sat on the bed, pulled down my pants...and her jaw hit the floor.
Now, I have always known I was large. Guys in shower rooms were tiny compared to me. So were porn stars. Hard, I am about 15 1/2 " long and about as big around as a can of coke (a bit bigger actually). But I never figured it mattered. Well this lady seemed to think it did. Her demeanor changed instantly. I won't go into the details, since this story isn't about her, but half an hour later, my first sexual experience was over. The whole time the hooker had been moaning and shaking. After, she was over the moon about me, and she refused to believe that I had been a virgin, claiming I was the best sex she ever had.
That night gave me a shot of ego, and broke me out of my shyness. Suddenly I looked around and noticed all the hot college girls that had been fawning over me. And now I didn't hesitate to pounce on them. The rest of the year was a flurry of class and sex. I never went to bed alone unless I forced women out of my room. And when I graduated, there was a veritable line of girls sad to see me go. I headed back to the states a confident stud. Looking forward to what new women the future held. Little did I know.
My first stop was my youngest sister's college. She was very much the girl next door to me. My sweet little sister, we always got along the best. She was brilliant and clever, and oh so cute and innocent. Her semester was ending in a week, so I was going to stay with her, and we would drive home together. I hadn't seen any of my family for over a year! The flight home was long (but made better due to a couple of bathroom meetings with a couple of flight attendants), but when I landed there was my sister, in a cute sundress, waiting. She ran into my arms and hugged me tight. Then I got a weird feeling. Did I just feel her bra-less nipples, pressed tight into me, get hard? She stepped back and looked me over, her hand resting on my chest.
"Well big brother, Britain seems to have done someone a lot of good." She gave me a look I had never seen before. There was a weird twinkle in her eye. "I have been looking forward to you coming back so much! Let's go!"
She grabbed my hand and hauled me to her waiting car. As she drove, she gabbed about school, and my sisters, but I couldn't help but notice her checking out my bulging crotch. I used to wear baggy pants to hide it, but my confidence had me wearing tight jeans to show it off. One look at it, and women started creaming. And I just realized my little sister was a woman...worse, no part of me seemed to be upset at where this may be headed. Aside from the glances, she seemed every bit my little sister. Maybe it was nothing. A part of me hoped that it was something.
Once we got to her place, she led me up the stairs to her apartment, telling me her roommates were out. But I couldn't help but look at her porcelain legs, running up her sun dress. We got to the living room, and I sat down, exhausted and jet lagged. She sat next to me, suddenly silent. She had that new look in her eye again. It looked mischievous and predatory.