Test Run: Runs In The Family Ch. 1
Three AM. My first thought as I fumbled with my suddenly complicated house keys, before finally opening the damn door was 'shit! The house is burnin' down!' Okay so I'd been out on the piss all night with my mates, and after hittin' double figures on the ale I was a little worse for wear, although not as bad as my buddy who was stayin over at mine and was currently acquainting the hedge around my lawn with his nightly bar consumption. Still I was feeling no pain but unless my nostrils were deceiving me, something was indeed burning.
Of course the fact that I could see no smoke or flames didn't register in my drunken brain as I lurched from room to room before finally, in the kitchen discovering the source of the towering inferno: Toast. The rest of the house was dark, my mother long in bed, early nights being her thing since my dad had left (although if they had been a regular thing before he had left there might not have been a messy separation). The only other current inhabitant of my house at the moment, (apart from the dog) being my sister, Kate, one of the chief suspects in the toast burning incident.
The other chief suspect, (no it wasn't the dog) was one of her hot mates, Alison who being there at 3am was probably staying over for the night. At first my alcohol-fuelled mis-functioning mind started wondering why they were up cooking at this ungodly hour, before slowly memory and logic provided me with the reasoning. My drunken memory cleared for a second, and I remembered that Kate had also gone out tonight clubbing with her mates, and had obviously only got back a short while ago avec 'the munchies,' hence the now cremated toast. The logic part was simpler. They weren't dressed for bed.
What they were dressed in however was pretty spectacular. Mine and my sister's tastes on music and nightlife differ greatly. I'm into the lo-fi look, dress codes just nark me, so I do my utmost to wear trainers and shit like that, even when I go out and the places I go out reflect that. I mean, I can dress and look sharp, but the rarer I do it, the greater the effect, right? My sister on the other hand is much more of a clubber's clubber. She likes the big superclubs, the sensory drugs, the big DJ's....and the hot outfits.
I guess you could pigeonhole us by our favourite choice of illegal substance, mine being the Jah, to stay laid back and chilled, whilst she likes pills when she's out kickin' it big time, so she can dance all night. Anyway, she'd been out tonight at some half-decent joint where some badass DJ (it's all the same to me) did some set. So naturally my sis and her mates all dressed accordingly, and were still dressed accordingly when me and my well-caned mate, Andy arrived back home. I'm 23, but Kate is slightly older than me at 25. She's almost as tall as my six feet, with blue eyes and long naturally wavy, I dunno strawberry blonde I guess you'd call it coloured hair framing a classically beautiful face....and she is hot.
Her body is kind of tawny with small, high breasts an tight, tight ass that looks better in tight 501's than any I've ever seen, (I shit you not!) and legs that just won't quit. She has a real good job, so she buys a lot of designer stuff, dresses expensive, yet fashionably hot, as well much to my discomfort. Short skirts, knee-high boots, tight levis, real tight tank tops, designer leather trousers etc. And since fishnets have come back into vogue this summer, my house has become really popular for all my mates for some reason (and it 'aint Nintendo.) She never used to live here till last winter. She fled the nest at 16 and had a righteous pad down in London, but had a nasty break-up with her fiancΓ© just before Christmas so she ended up leaving everything down there for this new job and coming back to us. I never left home, mainly because of mom being on her own, and 'cos I was at the local University so money was kinda tight.
Kate had really gone all out tonight, maybe in the hope of finding someone else, although she'd never admit to it. She was wearing her hair real tight back off her face, up in a bun then down her back, kinda like Madonna used to have it way back when, and even though she'd been out all night her make-up was flawless. Her white arms were bare, but her torso was covered by a designer cat-suit in black PVC that was literally sprayed onto her thighs, showing off that holy ass, and flared at the ankles underneath which she was wearing these black expensive-looking spike-heeled shoes.
The cat-suit flawlessly climbed her belly, cupped those gorgeous tits, showing an ample amount of cleavage, before fastening around her neck, leaving her back bare. I mean, she looked hot.....but she's my sister. I still remember hearing Andy's jaw hit the floor as he entered the room behind me. She was an intoxicating sight that could sober a man quickly, if that makes sense. Her friend Alison, who, whilst not being in the same league as my sister was still quite something. She was a good deal shorter than Kate, probably around 5'6, and not as slender, but definitely more curvaceous. She also had pale-blue eyes set in a gorgeous face with these hot, red lips that even through my drunken haze, I couldn't help imagining having wrapped around my cock.