Nick And His Two Sisters pt1
Welcome to a new series I've been wanting to start for a while now. I hope you enjoy it and stick around for all the chapters to follow!
Fair warning this series has a slow pace, but it will be very rewarding for anyone who enjoys a story. Lockdown/Quarantine had us all feeling a little low. I find reading and writing erotica helps me through these tough times. So hopefully reading this can take away the stresses of the day and excite you about reading more.
PART 1
Nick Bryers sat at his computer desk, early on a Friday morning, browsing the internet for a new video to Jack off to. His dark brown eyes scanned the screen for a thumbnail that looked filthy enough to satisfy his needs. It had just passed his eighteenth birthday only last month and ever since he had been beating his meat like some mad orgasm craving, maniac.
Getting inpatient, he hastily clicked on an appealing video and leant back in his chair, cock in hand. The video displayed the innocence of a small teenage girl of eighteen, wearing school uniform. His cock twinged at the sight of her slowly undressing. Despite having such a small frame, the girl in the picture sprouted massive, bouncing, bosoms.
Nick pumped a tight fist over his cock, which stuck out the open zip of his pants. His wrist rapidly went to work as his eyes were fixated on the screen. Soon the girl had undressed and he watched as the trifling man sucked at her stiffening nipples.
This was a usual morning for him. Some mornings, he preferred the comfort of his bed, or the privacy of being under his sheets. Other mornings, he was so horny he could sit in his chair completely nude without a care in the world. Today he opted for a quickie at the desk. He'd watched so much porn lately that it had been losing its affect on him.
Instead of focusing on the video, he chose to close his eyes. Enjoying wherever his imagination would take him. He found himself amongst a dozen breasts. All different kinds. Large ones, small ones, droopy ones, perky ones, flat ones, he was so horny he thought of everything.
His day dream drifted towards the clouded vision of perky breasts. He imagined pointed nipples standing to attention. He started to place the breasts on peoples bodies. He thought of Mrs Mills, his English Teacher. He also thought of a few girls at his school with the same size of tits.
Nick was lost in his imagination and oddly could hear the sounds of heavy footsteps approaching. The alarm bells started ringing in his ears as if it was the school bell, waking him up for class. The steps got heavier and grew louder as whoever it was behind his door drew nearer.
Nick stuffed his aching hard on back inside his zipper, before yanking the zip closed. The door opened and in stepped his Sister, Rebecca. Rebecca stood in the doorway with a scrutinising look on her face.
"Hey." She said.
Nick did his best to look normal. "Hey."
"I just came to see if you had slept in." Her eyes stayed on him.
He felt them like a burning knife, searing through his skin.
"well i haven't and i'm ready to go." He waited for her to leave.
Rebecca didn't move.
"Won't you come down then?" She asked.
"I'll only be a minute. I have something I have to do first."
"Alright, well hurry up or you'll be late." Rebecca turned and left.
It wasn't unusual for Rebecca to wake him before school. She always made sure he was prepared and ready to go. With their Mother working in Asia for the past few years, Rebecca had taken the role of attending to all house duties. She studied part time at college but preferred to stay at home. Dorms could be expensive and she wanted to save her money.
Instead she stayed put and became the only person in his adult life to care enough to keep an eye on him. He didn't mind this. Most brothers would hate their sister acting as though they were a parent but it wasn't like that with her.
Nick gathered his things and dragged himself downstairs where his two sisters sat at the table eating breakfast.
"Morning." He said plainly.
"Good morning, sweet brother." Jennifer replied, without looking at him.
Nick took his place at the table after grabbing a bowl of cereal.
"Happy Valentine's Day." Rebecca smiled.
She stood, walked under the open archway and into the lounge, where she begun stretching in her activewear. Nick did his best not to look for longer than what seemed normal. He hated that she wore spandex about the house. Living with two woman who happened to be smoking hot made his hormones fluctuate.
Rebecca was a few years older than Nick. She had her twenty-first birthday party in April of last year. She was smaller than her older sister and slimmer too. Not to say Jennifer was chubby by any means. She sported the typical curved figure of most woman.
Rebecca shared the same hair colour as himself. They both were brunettes and shared much of the same features. People often made comments of how alike they were.
Jennifer on the other hand, she was much older than him. At twenty-six, she was physically mature but he wished the same could've been said for her emotional maturity. Unlike him and her sister she took on the jet black hair of her dad. she chose to dye red streaks through her fringe, giving her a sexy pornstar look.
Jennifer was the one that got all the boys. She'd received many a letter and chocolates through the letter box, though none she cared to open. Rebecca on the other hand was a lot more shy socially. She hadn't really dated as much as her. Her last boyfriend Jeff had developed a thing for her sister, as most men did. She had to end it after that.
Rebecca was obsessed with fitness and she had the body to prove it. Nick knew she looked great in most things that she wore but tight spandex took the cake. Her ass had either been formed from the gods or from the many squats she performed at the gym. Once Jennifer accused her of having it done but that was just jealousy, he thought.
"Valentine's day is today?" He replied, now looking anywhere but at Rebecca.
Nick never had any reason to look forward to Valentine's Day and this year was no different. He used to get cards from his Mom but she stopped that a long time ago and now the most romantic thing that he was likely to experience on Valentine's Day, was his sister pouring his cereal out for him, before he had come down the stairs.
"Not that you'd know. Who would want you to be their Valentine." Jennifer took the first swing.
"It's called being picky. Not everyone takes the first person they can get their hands on." He smiled sweetly at her.
"Not everyone has somebody to put their hands on." She wore a forced sympathetic look.
"Come on guys. Play nice." Rebecca always played the peacemaker.
"Have you ever received a love letter that wasn't from Mom?" She teased.
"Have you ever received any letter from Mom period?" He fired back.
"Nick! That's not nice." Rebecca upped her tone of voice.
