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The ProblemMy New Year’s Eve plans, set in stone since mid-September, have just shattered into a million pieces. It’s no one’s fault really, no one that I know anyway. The huge house party my buddy Eric had set up at his parents’ place on the lake is off, dashed by his older sister, who is staying at the house after leaving her husband. While I’m sympathetic to her situation, I’m still pissed because now I’m going to be stuck at my parents’ party with all their snobby yacht-club friends.BreakfastI’m sitting at the table eating my daily bowl of Corn Pops and trying to emerge from my grogginess. Despite having nothing to do and no reason to be awake at 7:30 in the morning, my body refuses to sleep any later. I’m listening to some girl on ESPN yammer about the Spelling Bee and wondering when that became a sport. You might have gathered that I’m not exactly chipper in the morning, at least not until I’ve thrown down a couple of Cokes or Mountain Dews—impossible in this house, as my parents are bafflingly anti-soda.My daze was broken by the gentle creaking of the stairs. Who the hell else is up this fucking early? My question was answered quickly—and wonderfully—when my little sister Julia came shuffling around the corner, staring at me quizzically through her tussled mop of esat escort bayan golden blonde hair. Little sister—heh, hardly “little” anymore I guess. She was now 17, almost exactly two years younger than me and the only thing little about her in this moment was her wardrobe. Her firm and ample breasts fought vigilantly against her tank top, stretching the cartoon rabbit on the front into a buck-toothed white blob. Her flat toned stomach was tan and dazzling, leading down to a small peek of light pubes sprouting teasingly out of her tiny orange panties.“I didn’t think anybody’d be up,” she justified in sleepy apathy. She then shuffled to the cabinet by the sink and grabbed her own bowl, turning a plopping into the chair nearest my own, diagonally to my right, her leg bumping mine under the table. She offered nothing by way of apology and fixed a bowl of cereal for herself, drowning the golden sugary nuggets in milk before sighing loudly in disgust. “I forgot a fucking spoon.”“I’ll get it,” I said, maybe a little too eager, then stretched backward, tipping my chair onto two legs as I reached the silverware drawer and fingertipped a spoon into my hand. If she was looking (and I’m pretty sure now that she was), my erection would have been painfully Escort etimesgut obvious through my boxers as my body was extended to full length. I returned to the table with a thud and plunged the spoon into her cereal for her.“Thanks,” she said with a coy smile and tossed her hair out of her eyes, digging into her breakfast as I slurped the last of the milk from my bowl. She gobbled away hungrily, and as she did, her breasts rippled like a pool of fleshy heaven. Under the table, her warm bare leg rubbed slightly against mine, and I couldn’t but think it had to be on purpose.“So,” I had to break the silence before I jizzed myself. “What are you doing for New Year’s?”“Eh,” she shrugged, “Mom and Dad are making me stay home, ‘cause a big party got busted last year and a bunch of my friends were arrested. They don’t trust anybody now, so I can’t do shit. You?”“Eric Small was going to have a big party, but he had to cancel it, so I’m kind of in limbo right now.” At this point, I’m pretty sure she pushed her leg a little harder into mine and started rubbing more rapidly. “I guess I might be here too.”“Oh yeah?” Was that excitement in her voice? “You ever been here for one of their parties?”“Nope. I always managed to find somewhere etlik escort else to be. I’m guessing it’s just a bunch of their stuffy friends talking about their stocks and second-guessing the President.”“Yeah, that’s what I figured. Well… at least if we’re both there, we’ll have someone to hang out with.” With her eyes fixed on mine, she lifted her bowl to her lips and guzzled the remaining milk sloppily, letting it spill a little down her chin and drip onto her breasts. My dick nearly ripped through my shorts. With that she bounced up from the table and disappeared around the corner and back up the stairs, as I sat dumbfounded and horny—and suddenly looking forward to my parents’ party.The ClueJulia spent most of the next two days shopping and running around with her friends. I saw her a few times around the house, and for the most part, everything was business as usual. There may have been a couple of extra-long glances or knowing smiles here and there, but I told myself that I may just be imagining it all. On Thursday, the 30th, she came bubbling into the house, giggling with her friend Kaley. They made sure to acknowledge my presence in that sing-songy way that only teenaged girls can—Hiiiiiiii, Robbieeeee—then plopped their shopping bags down in the middle of the living room floor and disappeared.The oddness of such a move (why not take their bags with them?) had my curiosity piqued, as I’m sure it was intended, although I didn’t realize it at the time. So, after verifying that they weren’t spying on me, I inched over to the bags and rifled through them.
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