Edited by Steve_H
(Author's note: This is my first story and would greatly appreciate feedback. Should I continue, should I stop? What? It has a different flow then most, but I enjoyed that fact of it. Hope you enjoy...)
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This is going to be interesting. My name is Taylor. My last name is, Anderson. I have become victim to the most bizarre of circumstances. If anyone were to tell me of them in the past, I would have called them a.... I'm not sure, but there would definitely be some sort of court order in the end. In order for this to be explained properly, let us meet some of the vital characters.
Meet Sydney. Sydney is my younger sister. She is nineteen with dark brown hair with the tips dyed blonde. Her eyes are deep amber with eyelashes that cascade around them like a sunflower. They are just barely out of reach of her neatly trimmed eyebrows. Her nose is a perky little thing accented with a simple stud piercing on the left side. Her lips are that luscious upturned kind that look like they are as soft as...something soft. Her tone is taunt. She herself is like a live wire that can hardly keep her cut shape in place. Her breasts are perky and full. Her ass is tight and round. Her stomach is like a wall you'd love to bounce a quarter off of. She is a handful to say the least.
Meet me, Taylor Anderson. Now I know I told you a little, but this will be the rest. I am twenty one (Held back one year in school -not my fault but that's a different story). I have the same dark hair as my mother and Sydney. I am about 6'1" give or take and 190 lbs. I'm pretty toned and have kept with a regular morning routine of pushups.
My mother will be described at another time. My father died a year ago, but he was an asshole anyways- moving on. There are others, but they will be introduced as the time comes. So let us go.
It was in the afternoon on a Friday. My last day of class for the semester went great. I aced my last final and I was feeling good. I drove home with a smile and was ready to party. Unfortunately, my car wasn't and it died in the college parking lot. SHIT! Great way to start the summer. This was the last thing I wanted to deal with. So I just bummed a ride from a friend and thirty minutes later, I was home.
I still live with my mother and sister. After my father died, I never looked at it like I wasn't' ready to move out; just that it would be better if I waited until I felt like my mother could handle it. So that is where I still reside. Besides, it is financially best to take advantage of a situation like that as long as you can. Back to the subject...
When I arrived home, I was greeted with an empty driveway. Not surprising because Sydney would still be at school, and Joanne still at work. So I go to my room and do what any guy does when he is welcomed with this situation. Right away I turn on my computer and begin my prep, almost ritualistically, for a good thirty minutes, to an hour of blissful masturbation. Five minutes later I am sitting down with a cock in one hand, a mouse in the other, watching two girls fuck some lucky prick by a lake. Just when I am about to pour some lotion on my hand to start it off right, I hear the sound of the front door open.
Oh Fuck! My eyes go wide as I look to my own door. To my horror I left it open. I can hear the voice of Sydney down the hallway. Quickly I spring from the chair and ease the door shut just as her laughter gets closer. She must be on the phone. I sit on my bed and try and catch my breath. I can hear her talking through the wall. She must be in her room.
"Why can't you come back for the summer? I mean, it's not like it's unheard of to take a vacation.... Derrik."
Oh she's talking to Derrik. That's her boyfriend who's on the east coast right now. He got a job offering. And to make a long story short, they still keep in touch.
"Yeah...really?"
She giggles.
Slowly I sit back in the computer chair and look at the screen. One of the women is now riding the man as the other masturbates watching the two. This should be my time. Looking to the shared wall, I can almost see Sydney talking on the phone, lying on her bed. Her posters covering the walls, which she is probably staring at.
"Uh-huh...."
I lean against my bed wondering the same question I did for the past twenty years. Why didn't the contractor make thicker walls for this house? I swear they were truly made of paper.
"Me? I'm doing nothing right now...you? Nope, No body's home except me."
I chuckle to myself.
"Hmhmhm...Really? Hmmmmm."
Well this could go on forever. I look down at my depleted cock. Sorry little man.
"You really want too? I don't know.... It's kinda dirty?"
What was that?
"Okay.... I'm wearing my black spaghetti strap top. Dark jeans and no shoes or socks..."
Are they really about to do what I think?
"Yeah? How's that feel?"
Oh my god! This is unreal.
"I'm running my had down my neck. The fingertips just barely brushing the skin. Gently, I am now sliding the straps down my arm. My sheer black bra can be seen. I'm tracing the edges of the cloth. Slowly..."
I can feel this twitch from down below. My cock slowly starts to come to life. This isn't right. That's my sister.
".... Oh I bet...I have the edges of my shirt now. It is sliding up my skin from the bottom. My fingers brush up against my stomach as I lift it up.... and.... off..."
I turn off the computer and sit on my bed. This isn't happening.
"Now.... My hands are roaming my body. I'm grasping my skin. My palm is sliding over my tight stomach...I'm grabbing my breast.... My tit. It feels soooo good.... yeah? How hard am I making you?"
Looking down I swear I have never been this hard. My cock is pulsating. The veins bulging. I just can't resist. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around my tool and begin to squeeze.
"God that's hot. Oh yeah...oh.... God...I'm sliding my hand downwards. I can feel the waist of the jeans. I'm undoing the top button. And now, the zipper. Slowly it is coming down. God I just want to touch it sooo bad.... please...."
