Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Since then dad has poured all his love into me and we were as inseparable as two beings could be, except for the few weeks each summer that I spent on the plains of Wyoming with my maternal grandfather who seemed to own almost half the state.
Not really, he just owned hundreds of thousands of acres of land, with no neighbors and nothing really for a young boy to occupy his time with except for the horses that I loved and the cattle.
Grandpa had even brought in a baby grand for my entertainment and set up my room with every modern convenience I could ever wish for, though more often than not I liked to sit at his feet while he told stories of his own youth on that very land or better yet, tales of my mother and how she couldn't wait to shake the dust off her feet and hit the big city. She'd ended up at Harvard where she met dad, and as grandpa liked to say, that was that.
They'd had me after three years of marriage, a marriage that by all accounts was a good one, I was the apple of their eye, in fact grandpa liked to say he never saw a better-loved tyke in all his days. I missed her when he said things like that.
Now I was standing here trying to reassure this little girl, who was all of one year younger than I that my father wasn't killing her mother in the room down the hall. It sure sounded like it though.
I knew what it was because I'd gotten into my dads' stash of porn by mistake one day a few summers ago, of course I didn't know what the hell I was looking at at first, but my body knew, my little seven year old penis had gotten hard and I had touched myself for the first time. The feelings were unbelievable, since then I had done that every chance I got, until it stopped being so fascinating and was now just something I did just because...
"Are you sure? She sounds like she's cr.....crying." He tiny voice pulled me out of my reverie.
"Come." I don't know what made me do it that day, but I took her hand and led her into my room and over to my piano.
I showed her the basics, chopsticks and Mary had a little lamb, she was enthralled at first until I guided her little fingers over the keys under mine.
From that day on we became fast friends, quasi brother and sister, and the parents used this new relationship between us to give us even more space, meaning they spent more time fucking than usual while Isabella and I kept ourselves occupied.
I didn't blame my dad, after all he had been without female companionship for a long long time, and when he wasn't banging Rachel we still did all our father and son things together. Rachel on the other hand would spend her free time painting or fussing around in the gardens even though we had a gardener.
Isabella was more often than not left to her own devices; I started feeling bad for her and would include her in my outings with dad. She enjoyed most of them except anything to do with sports, for that she would usually sit on the sidelines and cheer me on.
Chapter 2
Fast forward nine years I'm eighteen, a senior in high school and Isabella is now seventeen, we're brother and sister, sort of and best friends, she's even best friends with my girlfriend Madelyn, they're pretty buddy buddy so that I have to warn my girl not to share our most prurient doings with Isabella, after all she is still my innocent little sister.
Maddy likes to fuck and so do I, in fact when I'm not on the football field or at practice I can be found between her thighs pounding away. Those early movies have since been joined by a whole lot more and I sucked in as much knowledge as I could, along with reading some very interesting old books dad had hidden away in his study. Some of those seventeenth century dudes were freaks, but they knew their shit, because when I tried some of it on my girl she would soak the whole bed, or car seat or wherever I had taken her down.
Madelyn and I were one of those couples that everybody expected, most popular guy with most popular girl a cliché; that didn't stop me from liking her though, or enjoying being with her.
Isabella was our tag along, at first it was at my insistence, but Maddy soon learned that if it came down to it I would leave her alone on a Saturday night to be with my step sis, of course she didn't understand it at first, until I explained our bond to her, then she started including Isabella in most things.