My sibling made me a sub (Part 8)

The summer after Amy’s senior year of high school caused me more stress than I wanted. Amy and I talked about her college plans earlier in the year, but we haven’t since. At the time Amy couldn’t settle on a final decision. We did agree to enjoy the summer together, and not worry about the possibility of us being apart for two years. As the weeks were getting closer to the start of school I grew more agitated. I did my best to hide it but failed by allowing my temper to get the best of me. Amy asked about what was really bothering me. Losing you for two years while you are away at college was my answer.

My concern was noted. Amy and I then discussed her final decision for the first time since we talked about how our relationship would stay intact or fall apart due to her decision, and Amy solved our dilemma by enrolling in the local Jr College for the first half of her four year degree. Upon hearing her solution I believed I could have floated, or walked on the clouds. My last feeling of the same effect was when Amy and I chose to date on a steady basis. 1Authors note: Some of the previous content was not kept in previous versions to keep a smooth running storyline.

I had successfully obtained my driver’s license, earlier in the summer; however, the possibility of obtaining a dependable vehicle without borrowing one from my parents didn’t hold much promise. Don and Rita chose to solve this problem for me because their current car was nearing 100,000 miles on the odometer. They had already made a decision to purchase a new car before the year came to an end. Instead of putting the car up for trade-in they chose to sell it to me. Armed with the knowledge of auto repair I found replacing the necessary parts that would allow the car to provide me several years of dependability easy.

After her first week Amy called me and offered her schedule to allow me to formulate a homework plan to maximize our free time, and enough time for her homework. Our first (private) sex happened at/after a dance that was popular because of the unique nature of it. “Jim I got a problem I need to address or I’m going to have an accident”, Amy whispered in my ear during a slow dance. “Now, really, wow; Oh my luck is going astronomically from one extreme to the next”, I whispered back. Unless she used her bubble-head I couldn’t determine a possible aphrodisiac she was using. The dance music ended and we ran to the closest exit and all the way to my car which was in the dorm parking lot. “Jim where are we going”, Amy asked? “You’ll see”, I answered. Once in the car I drove my hand down her jeans and couldn’t find one of her favorite exciters.

“LOVER”, Amy squealed in delight! “What has gotten into you, I wasn’t talking about immediately”, she added. “Babe I have been hurting for you in the worst way, mom found our toy stash; when I picked up the car she asked about them. She asked me not to talk about her finding them until you brought up the subject or discovered they were not where they belonged. I agreed to her terms so I could collect them and take them away. Mom’s curiosity was peaked she asked how badly I was hurt”, I said to Amy. Amy stared at me like I was off my rocker. “What did you tell her”, Amy asked? “I asked how she knew. She stripped me out of my t-shirt and told me to explain. I promised Amy to never talk about it, I told her. I will talk to Amy about it then, there is a large duffel bag by the front door; will you remove that stuff from my home, please and leave, she asked Me.”, I said in my explanation to Amy. Amy stared open mouthed into space and said nothing in response to my explanation. “I have that bag in the car”, I said. Amy looked at me still with her mouth wide open nodding.

Susan walked up to the car with my mother and father in tow. She knocked on my window and scared me half out of my wits. I had choice to roll down the window and face the music or start the car and leave. I chose to leave. “Um your mom and dad are with Susan”, Amy said. “I know they are, that’s why I’m leaving”, I said. I gave the subject no more thought but continued on the shortest route to the highway. Once I turned on the onramp and had my car under control; I pushed a button on my steering wheel, the head lights behind me lost ground. The car happened to belong to my mom; my dad was driving. “What did you do to make the car go so fast”, Amy asked? “I equipped the car with a gas called Nitrous Oxide. I also beefed up the pistons, and cylinder heads to withstand the pressures exerted on them”, I said.

I pulled into a parking lot after driving for five hours. Amy fell asleep since the car had cooled to a speed more comparable to highway speeds. The valet to the hotel opened my door; I hit the trunk button and asked the valet to help me with the bags. While he got the bags out I woke up Amy. The valet stood waiting for the tip I handed him a Fifty dollar bill and said, “Park it in the secure area”. “You will have to get its location upon check-in.