My story begins pretty much now. Actually, as far as I'm concerned, my real life didn't begin until two weeks ago, when I turned 18. Nothing before that really counts in the grand scheme of things--at least as far as I'm concerned. But I guess you do need a little background to put everything into perspective.
We are a close family--just the three of us: Mom, who tells everyone she is "29 forever," but who is actually three years short of 40; my sister, Valerie, a year older than me (19) and almost sexy enough to be a cheerleader, and me. Everyone calls me "Twerp" (a nickname started by my sister) and I was probably the only male virgin in my graduating class last year. (That's not something I'm particularly proud of, but just letting you know for the record.) Of course, we do have a father, but he and Mom never got married and Mom kicked him out three years ago when he knocked up the woman next door. He hasn't married her yet, either, but he lives with the other woman now (Glenda) and their baby turned out to be the cutest set of twins imaginable. He seems to have settled down a bit, but Mom claims he is completely irresponsible when it comes to keeping his dick in his pants and I blame him for my life being so fucked up. Because it really is.
You see, I don't really want to be like him. According to Mom, he's a good provider (after all, he's supporting two families), but he's not much of a lover. Her words, not mine. I want to love, admire (I think a naked female is the prettiest thing imaginable), and respect them--not just use them like my father does, as well as most of the guys I know at school. ("Fuck 'em and forget 'em" is a term I often hear but find particularly offensive.)
And that's my problem. I'm not interested in the busty, brazen, cheerleader types (except for my sister and her friends, but I'm inclined toward the quiet, reserved, modest-figured, goody-two-shoes type--the girls I think too highly of to try to seduce. As a result, I come off as kind of stuffy and shy--the kind of guy no girl in her right mind would be interested in. Mom says I'm just the opposite of my father, which is just fine with me.
Well, I think that's enough background for now. It was kind of embarrassing to put down on paper, and even more-so to read, but it's all the god-honest truth! Transparency is what it's all about nowadays, isn't it?
So my story begins late last night, or early this morning if you prefer, shortly after midnight. I had just finished my regular porn session (a couple of hours each night). Our nightly routine seldom varies. After dinner, Mom, my sister, and I, do the dishes together and clean up the kitchen, then settle down in the living room to watch TV. Our sofa just fits the three of us and I have to admit that I feel kind of special in the middle with my two favorite ladies on either side of me. Did I mention that we're a pretty close family? If I didn't, we are.
Our evening starts with the PBS NewsHour, followed by a Hallmark Romance movie at eight. At ten, I say good night, depart the ladies, and head upstairs to my bedroom to finish up my night with entertainment a little more risqué. With a large screen computer monitor mounted on my bedroom wall and my laptop close at hand, I strip down and stretch out naked on my bed for a couple of hours of uninterrupted porn. Most evenings I can knock out two or three good orgasms before drifting off to sleep around midnight with my cock still in hand.
Often, though, I have to pee before turning in for the night. Such was the case last night. When I went to the closet for my robe, it wasn't there--or anyplace else to be found. My Mom has the irritating habit of removing clothes from my closet to be washed and taking a long time replacing them.
Damn! I really didn't want to slip on a pair of pajamas. I opened my bedroom door just a crack and peeked out into the hall. As I expected, all was quiet. Only the low hum of the air conditioner working in the background broke the silence. Mom and Sis usually turned in around eleven, so they were probably both asleep by now. My bedroom was at the end of the hall, and their bedrooms on opposite sides of the hall stood between me and the bathroom at the head of the stairs. Did I dare risk it?
What the hell! No guts; no glory. I cautiously stepped out into the hallway. My bare feet immediately detected the difference in texture between my bedroom rug and the carpeting in the hall, making me keenly aware of the chance I was taking as I ventured into the dark hallway. A single night-light mounted near the baseboard in the middle of the hallway did not detract from its late-night cavernous appearance. I felt like an interloper as I snuck past the bedrooms. My heart was pounding a mile a minute by the time I reached the bathroom door. I would have collapsed to the floor, I swear, and died right there had the room been occupied, but it wasn't.
Blinded by the light when I flipped the switch, I stumbled in and sank back against the sink. The feel of the porcelain, cold against my bare butt, assured me that I had done it--perhaps the dumbest and most daring venture in my entire life! Maybe not brave like Katniss and Peeta in the
Hunger Games
, but brave for a guy like me in real life.
Anyway, I peed, washed my hands, and steeled myself for my exit and return trip. The worst part was over, from here on it was a piece of cake. At least, so I thought. I hadn't taken ten steps before my sister's bedroom door opened and, the light being dim, I barreled right into her.
"Watch it, Twerp!"
I backed away in horror. " Sorry, Sis," I murmured, dropping one hand to hide my privates. "I wasn't expecting you."
"Obviously! What are you doing prowling around this time of night?"
"I had to pee."
"How come you're naked?"
"Mom stole my robe."
"Mom didn't steal your robe, Jack. She did a huge load of laundry today. And you know Mom. Your robe is probably sitting in the laundry basket downstairs right now and won't show up in your closet for another day or two. You can always get it yourself. That's what I always do."
"Maybe I will. Tomorrow." I tried to slip around her, but she kept purposely blocking me. "The bathroom's all yours."
"I don't need the bathroom. Not now, anyway. I can't sleep and I'm going down for a cup of hot chocolate. Why don't you join me?"
"Ahhh," I glanced down at the hand clutching my cock and balls. So did she. "I need to put something on."
She grasped my arm. "Oh, come on! Too late to close that barn door. You've been busted!" She tittered, amused by my predicament. " Might as well come down as you are."
Shit! Why the hell not? I gave in and followed her. At least my dick hadn't added to my embarrassment by hardening. It swung freely from side-to-side as we descended the stairs. For some reason, it seemed perfectly natural to be walking barefoot and naked through the house. And I have to admit, a bit exciting, too. Isn't that weird? With my sister by my side? But the harsh reality set in when we entered the kitchen and a moment later were suddenly flooded with fluorescent brightness.
When my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I realized Valerie was staring at me, openly inspecting my bare body from top to bottom and everywhere in between.
"You don't have to gawk!"
"I'm not gawking, just checking you out. Pull your hand away," she said with a wave of her fingers.
I heaved a sigh of exasperation, but felt a little thrill as I did as she suggested, fully exposing myself. "Wh-what do you think?"
She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes in thought before answering. With a grin and a little wink, she said, "Actually, you look pretty good for a twerp, Bro." Turning, she set two mugs on the kitchen counter and reached up for the Swiss Miss. "I've seen worse," she threw back over her shoulder with a giggle.
Pretty good? My cock twitched at the compliment.
Ohmigod! I had just walked through the house without a stitch of clothing on, along with my sister--and her, not even batting an eye! Now, I was naked in the kitchen and, surprisingly, not the least bit embarrassed or ashamed. And, I looked pretty good! Damn if I wasn't a changed man! I would never again consider myself a twerp again!
"Watch the water on the stove," Val said as she stepped back from the counter.
"Turn it off before it starts to whistle. We don't want to disturb Mom. I need to get something. I'll be back in a minute."
Then, she rushed off.
Have you ever waited for water to boil? I tried my best for a minute or two, pacing back forth in the kitchen, my toes curling as they reacted to the coolness of the tile floor while my mind wandered, picturing myself walking naked down a deserted nighttime street, moving in and out of the shadows cast by trees swishing in a gentle breeze that teased my bare flesh. Then, the scene segued into a sun-bright, grassy meadow; the six-inch blades of greenery tickling my toes as I ran chasing a naked, white-assed waif with flowing blonde hair, while birds sang in the distance--
"Jack!"
"Huh?"
"Turn off that water before we wake mother!"
"Oh, yeah!" I quickly removed the chirping kettle and looked up at my sister.
Her face was partially hidden by her cellphone. "That's it! Give me a smile--"
"What the hell?"
"Good job, Bro! Now, one more--perfect." She lowered the phone and started thumbing through the pictures she had just taken. "Oh my God! Your expression--" she chuckled. "Just precious."
"What do you plan to do with that pic?" I was looking over her shoulder.
"Do?" She pushed a button and looked up at me with s grin. "It's already done."
I straightened in anger. "You've sent it to someone?"
"Just Tamara."
"Tamara? Geez, Sis, you should never do something like that without someone's permission."
"Would you have said yes?"
