Author’s note: Hi there. I have been debating on whether or not to write a sex story for a while now. It’s something I’ve never done before, and honestly don’t even know if I have the creativity for it, thus, my first story will not be an erotic one. I was debating on whether or not to have first or third person story view, but for now, have gone with third person. I may change to first person if needed. I will accept criticism, but please don’t be an ass. 🙂 Finally, this is a true story that happened to me, and of course, names have been changed for privacy. Most of this story is true, but there’s some parts that I added that are from my fantasty. I decided not to get descriptive of the parent or the siblings seeing as the story doesn’t revolve around them.

Depending on the feedback, I may do a second part to this story. At the end of this story, I’ll give some options for what the second part could be of.

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“Do we have to move?” Blake groaned, asking his mother. The house he had grown up in was now going to be ‘the old house’. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew they did have to move. With his three older siblings, their current living arrangement was too small.

“You’ll be fine, honey. I’m sure you’ll make some good friends.” Blake’s mother, Mary, sighed softly, knowing her son was disappointed, but there was nothing that could be done. The fact was, they needed a bigger house. Mary sincerely hoped that Blake would be able to get over this move eventually.

Blake sighed, and went into his room to get his final piece of luggage. He stopped upon entering his room, and looked at himself in the mirror. For being fifteen, he was about average height, and a bit fat for his age, which he blamed on his junk food habit. Girl wise, Blake was unsuccessful to the point where he hadn’t even had a date. As much as it bothered him, he coped, and moved on.

“Blake,” His mother yelled with a sense of annoyance in her voice. “We need to go, c’mon.”

Blake picked up his bag, and walked out of the room, the same room he’d slept in since he was old enough to have his own room. Tossing his bag into the trunk, Blake got into the back seat with his two old sisters, while his brother occupied the front seat with their mom. Blake glared at his brother, who he always envied. Blake was quite the ladies man, and it helped that he worked at the local skating rink. “Where are we going again?” Blake asked, trying to recall.

Mary closed the car door and started up their car, which was a four door Mazda 6. “It’s a nice two-story house not real far from here. I promise, you’ll like it.”

Blake chuckled silently. [i]You keep saying that, yet I have the feeling it’ll suck ass, Blake thought, and watched the scenery as they drove, starting to doze off. He wasn’t sure how long he was out, but by the time Blake woke up, they were entering their drive way. His mom was right about one thing, the house was nice. Blake looked around at the other houses, curious of who was around. He could see some little kids playing, and that was about it. He groaned again, pissed that he didn’t see at least one person his age, or anything to do. As he started picking up bags to take inside, something, no, someone, caught his eyes. She was about two or three houses down, and by the look of it, she was of the same age.