I pulled up at my parents house a little bit down. After 4 years of college, I was finally done with school and had my degree in hand, but hadnt landed that first job yet. Id finally resolved myself to waiting it out for a bit at home; maybe working a few part time gigs, and keep my ear to ground for the right opportunity. It would come, but it just wasnt there yet.
The once balmy air and vibrant, fiery hues of an unusually pleasant Indian summer gave way to the rainy, chilly beast of fall that devoured this particular October Friday in one great gray gulp. The morning and early afternoon started out partly sunny with a light comfortable breeze carrying the delicious scent of nutmeg, cinnamon, and a hint of burning leaves. But by the end of the school day, the cheerful balmy weather gave way to a more somber mist and cold. It was a gnawing, bone-chilling sort of cold.
This happened early 70’s when I was 16 .
This is a story about my sister and me. I’m sorry if the punctuation is screwed up, but there’s nothing I can do about it. If it bothers you please do us both a favor and move on to another story. If you decide to over-look it and stay, thanks and enjoy. And as always, feedback is most welcome.
As I got out of my car my skirt rode up, showing off my shapely legs, which Im told are my best feature. I quickly smoothed my skirt back down, thankful that I was in my driveway and not in the parking lot at work. Stupid skirt, I thought. Still, Im pretty sure it had earned me a couple of raises over the years, so I continued to wear it regularly.
As I woke up, I knew there was something unusual. The room I was in was my own room, and so was my bed, but I was not alone. In my arms was my younger sister, still sleeping. She was completely naked, and so was I. I felt a dull ache in my balls, and the hair in my crotch was all matted together. Slowly it came back to me what had happened last night, how Marlene and I had fucked like animals for hours until we both were completely drained. As I felt my tired cock swell again between my sister’s legs, I thought about how things ever could have culminated in last night’s bout of passionate lovemaking. It was a long story, starting years ago, when we were just little kids.
If Randy had realized how wild Carmens temper was, he
Jake and Pete were childhood friends since grade school and most recently roommates. They were able to afford one apartment downtown for a reasonable price and have lived there for nearly a year. The place had plenty of room and plenty of space; big enough to have a party, and two bedrooms for each man. Pete had arrived back after doing some laundry at his parents place; arriving before the rain came down.