I woke up with a start, hearing the alarm clock buzzing at exactly 8:30 in the morning. I grunted as I turned over onto my back, the pain in my head aching from drinking too much beer the night before. It wasn’t even a really good party that night. There were lots of people there, and most of them I don’t know. It was my best friend Matt’s party at his house. I ended taking my other best friend, Kate. Kate’s a real knockout (brown hair, green eyes and tight ass) but has some issues with hanging out with the wrong crowd. That was 2 years ago, and now she’s a lot better, but still has the occasional smoke. I helped her back then, and we started dating for 6 months. We had a great sex life, and fucked regularly, although she called it ‘making love’. This got my attention, seeing that she was becoming too attached and possessive, I broke it off on very good terms. We are still very good friends and whenever one of us needed relief, they would call the other for a fuck. Although I got over her fairly quickly, I don’t think she did. I had many girlfriends after that, but she had none whatsoever.

This is why I brought her the night before, to hook her up with some guys there. I let her to roam around a bit while I looked for my current girl, Linda. I walked around the corner and saw her talking with some other guys, 3 of them. Then they started walking away into one of the back rooms. I didn’t know what to think. I don’t care about her, but I cared about the fact that she would cheat on me. I turned back feeling depressed when I saw Kate looking at the same thing. That night she helped me get drunk. She even drove me home and tucked me into bed.

At that thought, I took out my cell from under my pillow (which is where I always put it), and text messaged her, saying thank you for last night and I’ll see her tomorrow at school. I sent the message and put my cell back under my pillow. I groggily stood up and walked to the wall mirror I had next to my bed. I looked at myself. At 17, I wasn’t bad looking. I had bluish-green eyes, a well-chiseled body and light brown dirty hair. At 6 foot 2, I was one of the highest scoring Shooting Guard in my school’s basketball team, the Vipers.

At some point I forgot to put on some clothes, so I trotted down the stairs wearing only my boxers. My dad left us when I was 2 years old, so I don’t know him that well. Good thing my mother has a high paying job to cover me and my sister’s school tuition. But that’ll keep her from home from 7: 30 am to 7 pm everyday, except holidays of course.

As I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, I saw my sister Kimberly leaning against the counter eating toast. She wore a light blue sports jumper with matching pants mid-thigh high. She was actually really pretty, but I knew we couldn’t do anything together, ever. She was an 18 year old dirty blonde with brown eyes and stood at about 5 foot 7. After one of my laundry chores, I found that she had a 28B cup for a bra size. I don’t really know what that means, but when I look at her chest, her boobs are pretty good to look at.

“Hey sis,” I said as I walked past her to grab some cereal. I noticed that she was watching some cartoon on the kitchen TV. “ Morning Scott,” she replied. I noticed her eyes going over my body as she said that. “Why are u watching some cartoon?” That question got her back to reality and she looked up into my eyes quickly, knowing that I saw her checking me out made her blush and she looked down at her plate full of crumbs, “Well you know, I was just looking at some stuff and came across this.”

“What, you still like to watch this stuff?