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Billy Hardcastle
Billy was a small and scrawny twelfth-grader with a spotty complexion at Bartle Cove Grammar School. He was wearing black denim jeans and a blue T-shirt, reading a book about how to pick up girls, which he found uncomfortable, as his floppy, greasy brown hair covered his large ocean-blue eyes, and hid his other facial features, as well.
"Hi, Billy. What are you doing here, hiding in the corner?" asked a softly spoken Mrs. Servers, with her long, wavy red hair tied back into a braided ponytail that ran down to her curvy buttocks. Her green eyes and long eyelashes seemed to almost squint when she adjusted her round-rimmed glasses on her button nose, waiting for his answer.
"No, Mrs. S-Ser-Servers. Just going to the library to review for the exams next week," Billy stuttered.
"Okay, Billy."She smiled at him.
Billy watched Mrs. Servers walk in her tight skirt, her arse wiggling as she walked; he had had a few wet dreams about fucking her. He grabbed his bag and headed to the library to do some research, or to spy on the school librarian, Mrs. Singh, the Indian Milf, which was what he had nicknamed her.
He sat on a stool, took a book out and pretended to read it, as he watched Mrs. Singh, from the corner of his eye. Watching her large breasts, the size of big melons, jiggling under her pink saree, tightly wrapped around her waist; his mind began to wander, and he was daydreaming about her.
"Hi Billy, what are you reading?" his friend Bobby asked, slapping him across the back of the head. "So Billy, I heard that you're going to get one of those virtual reality headsets after school?" Bobby continued, as he grabbed the book Billy was reading.
"Yeah. Ordered one from the net; should be here tonight, hopefully. It was a prototype from a company that they want me to try," Billy said, staring at Mrs. Singh.
"Okay, Billy boy. We will chat later on PlayStation, buddy." As Bobby got up and walked out of the library, he made some sexual gestures behind Mrs. Singh's back, making Billy burst out laughing.
The school bell rang for the end of the day. "Right, Billy. I need you to leave, need to lock up now," Mrs. Singh asked, in her sexy Indian accent.
"No probs, Mrs. S."
He put on his denim jacket, picked up his stuff, and headed home to see if his parcel had arrived. As he left the school grounds, and headed down the street, he felt that he was being followed, so he quickened his pace. And dived into an alley. He heard whoever they were, as they passed by, and after making sure they had gone, he rushed home a few streets away. He was panting for air, totally out of breath, by the time he got to his front door.
"Hi, mum. Anything come today?" Billy asked his mum, Tabitha.
"Yes, honey. I left it at your bedroom door," she answered from the kitchen, in a sexy, husky voice.
"Thanks, mum." He rushed upstairs to his room to open the parcel. It was wrapped in a cardboard box with an envelope with his name on it. He reached down to lift the box and envelope up, opened his bedroom door, and threw the parcel on his messy, unmade bed.
"Mum, going for a shower before dinner!" he shouted down to Tabitha.
"No problem!" she shouted back.
As he got undressed, he put his dirty washing in his laundry basket, grabbed his purple bath towels, and headed to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
In the hallway, he passed his older sister Shawnee. She always teased him calling all kinds of names, like 'dot to dot, spot the difference' because of his bad complexion all over his freckled face. Shawnee was small and dumpy, with short, spiked, blonde hair; a smaller version of her mother, Tabitha. She was just a spoiled little brat.
In the shower, washing his hair and scrawny body, Billy soaped his shaft, thinking incestuous thoughts about his mother and sister. As he was slowly wanking himself with the thought of fucking them both, he unleashed a stream of cum across the shower floor, a feeling of pure bliss across his face, the water washing his cum down the drain...
The parcel sat on top of Billy's unmade double bed, as he pulled his blue boxers up, slipped on his dark denim jeans and a Motley Crue hoodie on. Then sitting at the end of his bed, he felt is hands being drawn towards the parcel. He opened the envelope, which had a note inside.
'Thank you for choosing to help us by purchasing the MK-1 Nano headset. This is not an ordinary virtual reality device-- it changes the world as you know it; with your command, it can do anything you wish. Is there someone you like? You can make them do what you want them to do. The only limit is that of your imagination. Thank you again for testing our products. Varda Nanotechnology Research Center.'
Billy thought to himself, yeah right, this seems a bit of a con. He put the parcel on top of his PlayStation, and headed back downstairs to the living room.
"Hello, 'spot the dot'. I heard you were spying ol' Mrs. Singh the librarian again, you pervert," Shawnee spoke in her undermining voice, sitting with her feet up on the couch, watching her brother's face turn red in embarrassment. She laughed at him, while watching 'Love Island' on the television. She was wearing dark joggers showing off her curves, a vest top, with no bra, molding her ample breasts, wide areolas and puffy nipples. She was a bit of slut.
Billy had heard that she had been spit-roasted by two college guys at a party a few weeks back. And he had caught her with the neighbor's wife, Ana, sucking on her large engorged milky breasts. What a whore, he thought to himself.
"You stop bullying your brother, Shawnee Louise Hardcastle," their mum, Tabitha, shouted from the kitchen, where she was cooking a pot-roast dinner. "Nearly finished, you better come through before you kill each other," she said, jokingly.
"Coming!" they both said at the same time, and laughed.
"What's so funny, you two?" Tabitha asked both of them.
"Nothing, mum. We just both spoke at same time, thought it was funny, that's all," Billy answered, as they pulled chairs from the kitchen table, and sat down opposite each other; with Shawnee making faces at Billy.
