Hi everyone. Just a quick message to let you know what's going on. This is a quick story I've been working on over the last few days. Nothing majorly special, just something I've thrown together for fun. I will continue the story if it does well. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to read more.
As for my other stories. They're coming along nicely. I have The Power of Blackmail ch.04 coming very soon. Another short story nearly completed, and unfortunately The Island of Three ch.09 is a little ways off, but I will be bringing that out asap. I promise.
Otherwise, I hope you like this. Sorry for any grammatical issues and typos. I still don't have a reliable editor to help me out just yet. I am looking though.
This is Our Accident.
I guess the only way to tell this story is to start from the very beginning. The so called "accident" and how it came about. But before even that, how about a little back story into myself and my family?
There's only four of us. My father, my mother, my sister Melody and me, Lyric. Now I know what you're probably thinking. What kind of name is Lyric? Well, let's just say my parents were big music fans, and that they really hated their children.
That was a joke. They do in fact love us, but I wouldn't have picked my name if I had the choice. Luckily I was called Ly by my family, and Ric by my friends. I liked that more than my full name anyhow.
For the first three years of my life, I was an only child. It was great, I imagine. I was only three, I can't remember it all that well. But I do remember not having the best opinion of my little sister when she came about. She was loud, got everything she wanted and also learned new skills far quicker than I ever did. Including learning new instruments and being able to sing like an angel.
However, as we got older we became pretty close friends. Mel was closer to a brother to me than she was a sister. We would play games together, spend time together during the day and went out drinking on occasion at night. It was nice having someone like that around.
As I mentioned earlier, our parents were obsessed with music. Almost all genres and all artists, it was almost freaky. But the best thing about that meant they were away far more frequently than most parents. Always at a concert or gig, trying their best to live the lives they always dreamed of.
Having parents around only half of the time was great for me and Mel. Especially as we enjoyed our alone time together. No that's not a euphemism for anything sexual... yet. We were just the kind of siblings that enjoyed each others company. Playing video games, watching TV, going out for the night or ordering takeaways in and chatting. That was our norm. And we loved it.
Ever since I was halfway through my teens, I was considered tall. I'm now six foot two and have a fairly regular build. I don't work out, but I'm not a slouch either. Short dark brown hair with green eyes. Nothing overly special about me, but I'm content with who I am.
Mel has always been incredibly pretty. Everyone always said so as we grew up. And I often got told by my friends that she was a knock out. If she didn't have the looks, then she certainly had the shape. She was five foot seven with long dark brown hair, but currently had it so the ends were a light blonde. Longish legs for her height, an ass that could draw the eyes of every man around and a plentiful chest that could easily be over double D's. I didn't know for sure.
I didn't exactly notice her like that, at least not until the day of the "accident" but I wasn't oblivious to the fact that she was probably most guys dream girl. And luckily for me, she was my younger sister. Who I adored. She's fun and playful, while also being clever and practical, it was great. I always thought to myself that if I ever got married, then I would want her to be my best man in a funny and very serious kind of way.
I'm now twenty-two years old, and Mel is nineteen. We both still live at home and we're both currently between jobs. Neither of us really had much of an idea of what we wanted to do in life, and luckily for us, we had parents that didn't exactly push us out into the world. We weren't by any means lazy, but without the pressure to leave home, we didn't see the need to leave. So we relaxed and enjoyed ourselves. Probably not most people's cup of tea, but it certainly was ours.
I wont go into detail on my family's money situation. Let's just say that my parents weren't exactly short on cash by any means. Knowing that, don't assume me an Mel are spoiled either. We aren't, but we did grow up with things that some children didn't, especially when it came to learning new instruments. I've got myself a snazzy and expensive drum kit that most people would only dream of owning. Same goes for Mel's guitar.
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I switched on my PC and quickly brought up a secret web-tab, mainly used for porn of course. My parents were out god knows where, Mel was probably still in bed and I had nothing to do except sit back, relax and blow my load over some poor unexpected amateur pornstar. Through a screen...
I unzipped my pants, found a gorgeous looking blonde with big tits getting her rear absolutely pounded by some macho thick cocked bloke and started to stroke myself to ecstasy. When it came to jacking off, I could do it myself fairly quickly. If it was someone else doing it, or if I was having sex, then I had a far better ability to hold back from an orgasm, but in this instance, it was just your run of the mill quick jerk off session.
My computer desk was an L shaped corner unit, and the screen was ever so slightly tilted towards the door to my room. It meant whoever walked in through the door could see what was on it. Now obviously in this instance it's better for no one to see what I was doing, but my family was pretty good in the sense of personal space. No one entered anyone's room without knocking first, and that rule we all lived by.
However, for some reason Mel decided that today was the one day she would forget about that unspoken rule.
"Ly have you got any..." Mel waltzed into the room and cut her sentence short as she witnessed what was happening.
There I was, hard-on in hand, beating my meat furiously with a tissue at the ready, a beautiful blonde piece getting railed from behind on the screen, and I was a matter of seconds away from pure orgasmic bliss. Shit!
"Oh my god! LY!" Mel squealed at the top of her lungs as she tried to avoid the show I was apparently putting on.
I stopped still. No movement. No reaction. Just sitting there with my cock in hand and an expression on my face that showed just how confused I was at the situation. It hadn't really sank in just yet, but it was about to.
"What the fuck! Mel! Get out!!!"
"Jesus! I'm gone, I'm gone." Mel stole the quickest of glances down at my prick before she left the room and shut the door.
Somehow my cock was still rock hard, but now I wasn't nearly in the mood to continue my act. Not after being literally caught with my pants down. Not the best start to the day.
"Fuck! Now I have to live with Mel making fun of me for the day, maybe even the year. Fuck my life."
As if by fate, we managed to avoid each other all day without actually trying. It was weird, but I wasn't about to complain. It was late into the afternoon when our father text us saying they were going to be late tonight. He didn't explain why, but that was fairly normal. For all we knew, they were off gallivanting around the country. I guess it's pizza tonight.
The moment the clock hit six o'clock, I went to find Melody and ask if she wanted pizza for dinner. Turns out she was down in the kitchen trying to find something for dinner herself.
"Oh hey. Looking for something to eat?"
"Yeahhh, but we don't have anything that will make a decent meal. Got any ideas?"
"Yep! Pizza?"
Mel looked at me with that happy grin that all women do when you mention food like pizza to them. "Are you paying?"
"Sure. I'm starving."
"Then fuck yes! I'll have the same as last time please."
I ordered the pizzas and went to the living room to chill while we waited for food to arrive. So far Mel hadn't once mentioned what happened this morning. However, I knew It was going to go one of two ways. Either she would forget about it right here and now, as if it never happened, or she would somehow manage to bring it up in conversation. I guessed the latter.
Food had finally arrived and per Mel's request we sat opposite each other with the coffee table between us to hold the pizza. She was unfortunately one of those people that liked to eat off of your plate, or in this case, my pizza box. I had grown used to it, but I still found it annoying. Looks as though she's in a talkative kind of mood, which doesn't bode well for me.
