Jonny81
04-20-2016, 07:31 AM
*Should I finish this? Where do you think it should lead? Comments, suggestions, and critics please. *
I wasn’t team captain, quarterback, or particularly good looking. I was the white knuckled redneck on the front line ready to take down the guy across from me in the most brutal manner I could, to plow right over him on my way to the next guy.
At 18 years old I was 6 feet tall and 300 pounds, my nickname was Bull, and I led my school to their first state championship in almost thirty years. But when it came time to find myself a date, the only thing girls saw was my man boobs and keg shaped stomach. I was just another fat guy who played football.
I got home from school and tossed my backpack on the couch, kicked off my sneakers, and headed to the garage with my gym bag. Only days before senior prom and I still didn’t have a date. I passed the mirror on my way and felt like smashing it.
It had been another one of those days. Everything was great until I opened my fat mouth and asked a girl to the prom. She was the last in a long list of girls I had asked out since the beginning of the year. She hadn’t just said no, but had laughed, called me a fat lazy slob, and tossed her soda at me.
I dumped my gym clothes into the washing machine, dropped in the detergent and softener, reached for the lid…
“Wait !” My sister called from the doorway.
Ashley was five feet four inches and 115 pounds of nineteen year old dirty blonde perkiness wrapped up in a size 4 peaches and cream colored package with a cheerleader’s body, and the brains of a science nerd. She’s been a mystery to me since the day we met, 10 years ago. One day she acts like my best friend and the next she doesn’t even know who I am.
She huffed and dropped her laundry basket on top the dryer. I felt my eyes narrow as they zoomed in on something lacy and pink.
“Gym clothes,” I warned her.
“Thong,” she grinned and held up the pink fabric.
“Mine are already in.”
“Doesn’t bother me,” she shrugged and dropped the thong into the wash.
I felt my mouth opening and closing but nothing came out. She emptied her basket one piece at a time; panties, bras, shorts, skirts, blouses, t shirts, jeans…
When the basket was empty she reached underneath her shirt, wiggled her arms, and pulled it up over her head. She looked at me and her green eyes sparkled as she shucked out of her blue jeans and dropped them in too.
She gave my cheek a pat before lifting my chin and closing my nonfunctional mouth. My cock throbbed in my jeans and I heard a groan slip from my throat as I watched her walk away in nothing but a black G string.
I locked myself in my bedroom with my laptop and an hour long porno after that.
I gave up, because now I had to pee, and went next door to the bathroom. My hand went to the knob and it was unlocked so I pushed it open. Moist warm mist surrounded me as I stepped into the room. I heard the sound of the shower running and a soft angelic voice singing softly from behind the steamed glass enclosure.
I lifted the seat, unzipped my jeans, pulled out my cock, and hung it over the toilet. The singing stopped and I heard her hand screeching against the glass. I started singing the same song until I had finished, gave it a shake, tucked it back away, lowered the seat, flushed, washed my hands, then walked out, closing the door behind me.
I had to lean against the outside wall and shake the image from my head. Even with the glass steamed over I had gotten a good look at her body in the mirror. The sight of her round, plump, cream colored nipples, shaved pelvis, and smooth stomach didn’t do anything for the aching hard on I was still carrying around. The image of my sister’s perky tits and bubble butt were branded into my fantasies forever now.
“She is your sister, what the hell is wrong with you?” I asked myself.
“Actually, I’m your step sister,” she walked through the door behind me wearing only a towel.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“You’re the one who walked in without knocking,” she shrugged.
“You know, it's sexy when you growl like that,” she gave my cheek another pat before dropping her towel and going into her bedroom.
I hadn’t realized Mom was home until I stepped into the kitchen to grab a snack. She works at the bank from 9- 5:00 and it's usually close to 6:00 before she gets home.
I found her bent over the stove as she pushed in the rack. Her long reddish brown hair dangling off her shoulders and her knee length skirt rode up her hips giving me a view of her stockings and the bottom of her navy blue panties. I groaned as I felt my cock twitch again and slapped myself.
The sound drew attention and she turned her head while lifting the oven door. I noticed she had unbuttoned the top portion of her white blouse and could see the top of her 34 D breasts. I admired her size 14 hourglass figure as I took a seat at the breakfast bar.
“Mom, can I talk to you about something kind of awkward?” I asked.
“Is it something you should talk with Tom about?”
“Uh no, definitely not, I think I need a woman’s point of view on this one.”
“Okay, I’m listening,” she wiped her hands and leaned her hips against the counter.
I had to take a moment to arrange my thoughts and edit out the odd comments I didn’t want her to hear. When I thought I had it sorted, I took a deep breath.
“Breathe baby, I’m your mother, whatever it is, I promise I won’t judge.” she said.
My eyes drifted over her once more before they locked onto a small plastic ring on her right hand. I remember the day I had won it from one of those machines outside of the mall. The ring brought back another memory too. That had been the day she met Tom, and I had met his daughter for the first time.
“Dad was a fat guy, like me, wasn’t he?” I asked.
“He was big, yes.” she sighed.
“But you went to prom with him, even though he was fat.”
“Yes, I did, he was funny, charming, caring, and to me the sexiest man in the world, but honey, he was nothing like you.”
“Then why is it that out of all the girls that go to my school, not one of them will go to prom with me?”
“Jake, there are plenty of women who would love to go to prom with you. You’re just not asking the right ones,” she said softly and I saw her eyes dart towards the living room.
“You want me to ask my sister to prom?”
“More importantly, she wants you to ask her.”
“But Mom!” I squealed like a kid again.
“Jake, it’s time you woke up and smelled the cookies. You two have done everything but have sex, you’ve practically been dating since you were 14. Why is prom so different?”
“You don’t understand,” I groaned.
“Prom is not about the after party Jake, at least it shouldn’t be.” she sighed.
“It’s my last chance Mom, the last chance I’ll have before college.”
“To do what, get your dick wet, to knock up some slut, to do what your father did so you can become another dead beat dad,” she shouted at me.
“You know I wouldn’t do that.”
“Then what Jake, why is prom so important to you?”
“It’s my last chance to be a normal teenager, to do what all my friends are doing. My last chance to be a part of the crowd instead of the gum underneath everyone’s feet.” I hated how my voice sounded.
“Then why would you want to share that with the same girls who have treated you like shit instead of the one girl who has always loved you, the one who always stood by your side, the one who cheered only for you.”
“Because at the end of the night I want someone who is there because she wants to be with me, not because she’s my sister.” I answered.
“Jake, last year your sister chose sitting at home playing video games over going to her own senior prom. Every guy she knew had asked her to go, but she wanted to spend the night with you. I even bought her a dress, that has been hanging in my closet for an entire year waiting on you to ask her.”
“But everyone knows she’s my sister,” I groaned.
“Does that really matter to you? I’ve watched you two for twelve years now and Jake, you don’t act like brother and sister 90% of the time.”
She opened the oven and the kitchen filled with the aroma of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. My mouth watered as she slid a spatula under one that was larger than the rest. She flicked her wrist and the cookie flipped over onto an empty saucer.
“And Jake, please stop calling yourself fat. Having a large body is not the same as being fat. My god Jake, you lifted the front end of Ashley’s car and held it while her dad changed a tire. Even I got wet watching that.” she slid the cookie towards me.
“I thought your father was sexy, but honey, he had nothing next to you.” she gave my cheek a pat.
“I think you’re sexy too Mom,” I felt myself blushing.
“Thank you sweetie, now eat your cookie and then go ask that girl in the other room to be your prom date.”
“Uh, about that, I sort of don’t know how to dance,” I took a big bite.
“Then I’ll just have to teach you,” she winked at me.
I wasn’t team captain, quarterback, or particularly good looking. I was the white knuckled redneck on the front line ready to take down the guy across from me in the most brutal manner I could, to plow right over him on my way to the next guy.
At 18 years old I was 6 feet tall and 300 pounds, my nickname was Bull, and I led my school to their first state championship in almost thirty years. But when it came time to find myself a date, the only thing girls saw was my man boobs and keg shaped stomach. I was just another fat guy who played football.
I got home from school and tossed my backpack on the couch, kicked off my sneakers, and headed to the garage with my gym bag. Only days before senior prom and I still didn’t have a date. I passed the mirror on my way and felt like smashing it.
It had been another one of those days. Everything was great until I opened my fat mouth and asked a girl to the prom. She was the last in a long list of girls I had asked out since the beginning of the year. She hadn’t just said no, but had laughed, called me a fat lazy slob, and tossed her soda at me.
I dumped my gym clothes into the washing machine, dropped in the detergent and softener, reached for the lid…
“Wait !” My sister called from the doorway.
Ashley was five feet four inches and 115 pounds of nineteen year old dirty blonde perkiness wrapped up in a size 4 peaches and cream colored package with a cheerleader’s body, and the brains of a science nerd. She’s been a mystery to me since the day we met, 10 years ago. One day she acts like my best friend and the next she doesn’t even know who I am.
She huffed and dropped her laundry basket on top the dryer. I felt my eyes narrow as they zoomed in on something lacy and pink.
“Gym clothes,” I warned her.
“Thong,” she grinned and held up the pink fabric.
“Mine are already in.”
“Doesn’t bother me,” she shrugged and dropped the thong into the wash.
I felt my mouth opening and closing but nothing came out. She emptied her basket one piece at a time; panties, bras, shorts, skirts, blouses, t shirts, jeans…
When the basket was empty she reached underneath her shirt, wiggled her arms, and pulled it up over her head. She looked at me and her green eyes sparkled as she shucked out of her blue jeans and dropped them in too.
She gave my cheek a pat before lifting my chin and closing my nonfunctional mouth. My cock throbbed in my jeans and I heard a groan slip from my throat as I watched her walk away in nothing but a black G string.
I locked myself in my bedroom with my laptop and an hour long porno after that.
I gave up, because now I had to pee, and went next door to the bathroom. My hand went to the knob and it was unlocked so I pushed it open. Moist warm mist surrounded me as I stepped into the room. I heard the sound of the shower running and a soft angelic voice singing softly from behind the steamed glass enclosure.
I lifted the seat, unzipped my jeans, pulled out my cock, and hung it over the toilet. The singing stopped and I heard her hand screeching against the glass. I started singing the same song until I had finished, gave it a shake, tucked it back away, lowered the seat, flushed, washed my hands, then walked out, closing the door behind me.
I had to lean against the outside wall and shake the image from my head. Even with the glass steamed over I had gotten a good look at her body in the mirror. The sight of her round, plump, cream colored nipples, shaved pelvis, and smooth stomach didn’t do anything for the aching hard on I was still carrying around. The image of my sister’s perky tits and bubble butt were branded into my fantasies forever now.
“She is your sister, what the hell is wrong with you?” I asked myself.
“Actually, I’m your step sister,” she walked through the door behind me wearing only a towel.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“You’re the one who walked in without knocking,” she shrugged.
“You know, it's sexy when you growl like that,” she gave my cheek another pat before dropping her towel and going into her bedroom.
I hadn’t realized Mom was home until I stepped into the kitchen to grab a snack. She works at the bank from 9- 5:00 and it's usually close to 6:00 before she gets home.
I found her bent over the stove as she pushed in the rack. Her long reddish brown hair dangling off her shoulders and her knee length skirt rode up her hips giving me a view of her stockings and the bottom of her navy blue panties. I groaned as I felt my cock twitch again and slapped myself.
The sound drew attention and she turned her head while lifting the oven door. I noticed she had unbuttoned the top portion of her white blouse and could see the top of her 34 D breasts. I admired her size 14 hourglass figure as I took a seat at the breakfast bar.
“Mom, can I talk to you about something kind of awkward?” I asked.
“Is it something you should talk with Tom about?”
“Uh no, definitely not, I think I need a woman’s point of view on this one.”
“Okay, I’m listening,” she wiped her hands and leaned her hips against the counter.
I had to take a moment to arrange my thoughts and edit out the odd comments I didn’t want her to hear. When I thought I had it sorted, I took a deep breath.
“Breathe baby, I’m your mother, whatever it is, I promise I won’t judge.” she said.
My eyes drifted over her once more before they locked onto a small plastic ring on her right hand. I remember the day I had won it from one of those machines outside of the mall. The ring brought back another memory too. That had been the day she met Tom, and I had met his daughter for the first time.
“Dad was a fat guy, like me, wasn’t he?” I asked.
“He was big, yes.” she sighed.
“But you went to prom with him, even though he was fat.”
“Yes, I did, he was funny, charming, caring, and to me the sexiest man in the world, but honey, he was nothing like you.”
“Then why is it that out of all the girls that go to my school, not one of them will go to prom with me?”
“Jake, there are plenty of women who would love to go to prom with you. You’re just not asking the right ones,” she said softly and I saw her eyes dart towards the living room.
“You want me to ask my sister to prom?”
“More importantly, she wants you to ask her.”
“But Mom!” I squealed like a kid again.
“Jake, it’s time you woke up and smelled the cookies. You two have done everything but have sex, you’ve practically been dating since you were 14. Why is prom so different?”
“You don’t understand,” I groaned.
“Prom is not about the after party Jake, at least it shouldn’t be.” she sighed.
“It’s my last chance Mom, the last chance I’ll have before college.”
“To do what, get your dick wet, to knock up some slut, to do what your father did so you can become another dead beat dad,” she shouted at me.
“You know I wouldn’t do that.”
“Then what Jake, why is prom so important to you?”
“It’s my last chance to be a normal teenager, to do what all my friends are doing. My last chance to be a part of the crowd instead of the gum underneath everyone’s feet.” I hated how my voice sounded.
“Then why would you want to share that with the same girls who have treated you like shit instead of the one girl who has always loved you, the one who always stood by your side, the one who cheered only for you.”
“Because at the end of the night I want someone who is there because she wants to be with me, not because she’s my sister.” I answered.
“Jake, last year your sister chose sitting at home playing video games over going to her own senior prom. Every guy she knew had asked her to go, but she wanted to spend the night with you. I even bought her a dress, that has been hanging in my closet for an entire year waiting on you to ask her.”
“But everyone knows she’s my sister,” I groaned.
“Does that really matter to you? I’ve watched you two for twelve years now and Jake, you don’t act like brother and sister 90% of the time.”
She opened the oven and the kitchen filled with the aroma of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. My mouth watered as she slid a spatula under one that was larger than the rest. She flicked her wrist and the cookie flipped over onto an empty saucer.
“And Jake, please stop calling yourself fat. Having a large body is not the same as being fat. My god Jake, you lifted the front end of Ashley’s car and held it while her dad changed a tire. Even I got wet watching that.” she slid the cookie towards me.
“I thought your father was sexy, but honey, he had nothing next to you.” she gave my cheek a pat.
“I think you’re sexy too Mom,” I felt myself blushing.
“Thank you sweetie, now eat your cookie and then go ask that girl in the other room to be your prom date.”
“Uh, about that, I sort of don’t know how to dance,” I took a big bite.
“Then I’ll just have to teach you,” she winked at me.