Hi, My name's Matt. I have a problem and I need advice.
I'm 15 and I live with my parents and sister, Michelle, who at 14 is a year younger than me. I'm medium height, dark-haired and athletic, and I'm in both the school cross-country team and the football team, where I play fullback or wingback.
Although I'm a virgin, I'm pretty sure I'm gay. Although I'm happy to be their friend, the girls in my class don't interest me romantically, even though some of them have made it pretty clear they fancy me. On the other hand, I get very turned on when I think about Craig Fairchild, our football team's centre forward; a tall, blond, stocky boy with a cock to match. One day, a day I both fear yet long for, he's going to catch me admiring it in the showers. If he's homophobic, I'll be outed and everyone will ridicule me. But there's just a chance that he will feel the same as I do, and he'll let me take his beautiful cock in my mouth and suck him till he cums. I wonder if he'll want to fuck my ass with that huge cock, a prospect that both scares me yet makes me diamond hard.
My relationship with Michelle is complicated. As my sister, I love her and would take a bullet for her. But she's everything that turns me off about women, very girly, giggly, soft and curvaceous, and addicted to the colour pink. And she smells so, well, female is the only way I can put it, since I completely lack the words to properly describe it. My male friends tell me she's a stone cold fox and try to get me to set up dates with her for them but I refuse because I don't want to think of her that way.
Since forever she's hung out with a couple of girls her own age, Shauna, a tall bottle blonde who's not that unattractive for a girl, and Tanitha, a black-haired girl with exotic-looks due to part-Asian ancestry. All three girls have reached the stage where they're interested in boys. Shauna and Tanitha have both dropped unsubtle hints in my direction, unaware of my preference.
Our parents have their own business and occasionally have to travel on business, sometimes at very short notice. Until about six months ago they used to get babysitters to look after Michelle and me, but for the last six months they've trusted us to take care of ourselves, being impressed by our grown-up approach and the fact that we hardly ever fight, unlike many siblings our age.
It wasn't till we got home from school Friday afternoon that our parents told us that a work problem had arisen and they had to fly across country that weekend to sort it out, coming back late on Sunday.
"Matt, will you be okay looking after your sister?" my father asked, looking me in the eye.
I looked at Michelle.
"Sure, no problem," I replied.
"But I'm supposed to be having Shauna and Tanitha here for a sleepover Saturday night," piped up Michelle.
"Can't you switch the sleepover to one of their houses?" asked my mother.
"No. Tanitha's parents are going out Saturday night and they won't let Tanitha have a sleepover while they're not there. And Shauna's parents are doing some redecorating. Besides, it's my turn to host."
"It's your decision Matt," said my father. "Can you cope with three teenage girls all on your own?"
"Please Matt," beseeched Michelle. "I promise we won't be any trouble."
Michelle effected the moist, doe-eyed look she so often used to get her own way. How could I refuse!
"Okay squirt, but you owe me one," I acceded.
Michelle grasped me in a tight hug, crushing her disgustingly squashy breasts against my chest.
"Thanks brother, you're the best," she said, planting a yeuky, wet kiss on my cheek.
Our parents rolled their eyes as Michelle skipped happily away.
Having already done their packing, our parents departed for the airport soon after, leaving a casserole simmering in the oven so Michelle and I would have at least one decent meal before they got back.
The weekend started trouble free. Michelle and I enjoyed the casserole and did the washing up together.
Saturday afternoon Shauna and Tanitha arrived with their overnight bags and immediately headed up to Michelle's room. I didn't know their planned sleeping arrangements and didn't care. I took advantage of the nice weather to do some gardening, trimming the grass and hedges. Our parents hadn't specifically asked me to do the work but it would rack up some brownie points for me and it kept me away from the girls.
When it started getting dark, I went back indoors, showered and changed. Since the girls were still upstairs I couch-potatoed in the lounge in front of the TV. After a while all three girls came down.
"Do you want the lounge?" I asked, not wanting to share. "I can watch this in my room."
"No, we'd like to ask a favour," said Michelle, apparently the spokesperson for the group.
I was sure that whatever it was, I wasn't going to like it. So I silently stared at Michelle, waiting for the reveal.
"Could you cut off a lock of my hair?" she asked, holding a pair of scissors out in my direction. "Not a lot, a half-inch or so."
"Can't your friends do it?" I replied, looking at Shauna and Tanitha, who chose to avert their gaze.
"They could, but I'd rather you did it," said Michelle. "I trust you."
That sounded extremely flimsy to me but when Michelle came and plonked herself on my lap, I decided that chopping off a lock of her hair was worth it just to get rid of her.
I took the scissors and cut off about half an inch, choosing a location where its removal wouldn't attract notice.
"Thanks bro," she chirped, giving me a yeuky wet kiss on the cheek.
I should have know it wouldn't be that simple. As soon as Michelle got up, Tanitha replaced her on my lap. What's worse, she didn't seem able to keep still, wriggling her butt around as though trying to find a comfortable position.
"Please, me too?" Tanitha asked.
Sighing, I chopped off a piece of her hair, trying to be as careful as I had with Michelle. Just in time I saw that Tanitha's thank-you kiss was heading for my lips and I quickly turned my head to present my cheek. I think I saw disappointment in her eyes, but she took the hint and added another yeuky wet kiss to Michelle's.
There was no respite as Tanitha was immediately replaced by Shauna.
Despite being the tallest of the three, she weighed about the same as Michelle, being slender with narrow hips and tiny breasts. Although her blonde hair was cropped short, I managed to isolate a discreet lock, whose absence wouldn't show except under very close scrutiny, and carefully snipped it off.
"Thanks," she smiled, giving me the obligatory peck on the cheek, fortunately not as slimy as her predecessors.
I was sitting on the sofa feeling relief that that ordeal was over when I felt a slight tug on my hair and heard scissors snipping.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, whirling round in protest.
Michelle was holding a lock of my hair as well as the scissors.
"Thanks bro, it's for a good cause. We're doing a science project."
"You should have asked me," I grumbled.
"Would you have said 'yes'?"
"Probably not," I admitted.
"There you go then."
Michelle leaned over the back of the sofa, aiming her lips for my cheek again, but I ducked out of the way.
The three girls then disappeared back upstairs, presumably to work on their science project.
When the program I was only half watching came to an end, I realised I felt hungry. In fact, after the afternoon exercise, I felt very hungry.
I made my way upstairs and knocked on Michelle's door.
"I'm going to order a Chinese. Do you want me to order for you too?"
I tried Michelle's door but it was locked. I was going to have to have words with Michelle about that. Our parents' ground rules were that only bathroom doors could be locked because of the possibility of accidents, and the bathroom doors were designed to be easily penetrable in case of need.
"Hey, open up," I called, rattling the door handle.
A few seconds later there was a click and the door opened. There was nothing condemnatory visible but all three girls looked flushed.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Yes," said Michelle. "It's just that our project is kind of secret and we wanted some privacy."
Michelle turned towards the other girls.
"Is everyone okay with a Chinese? Matt's got the menu here, so tell him what you'd like."
The three girls made their choices and I returned downstairs to phone in the order. I noticed there wasn't a click so they hadn't locked the door again.
"Dinner in half an hour," I shouted, after getting an estimated delivery time from the restaurant.
"Thanks," Michelle shouted back.
When the food arrived I paid, using cash left by my parents, then the girls came down and joined me in the dining room to eat. It was kind of fun, with each of us sampling the others' food. Afterwards we put leftover food in the fridge, cutlery in the dishwasher and the rest of the debris in the trash.
"I'm going to my room to do some reading," I said from the bottom of the stairs. "You can have the lounge if you want to watch a video or something."
"Thanks, but we're going to continue working on our project," said Michelle and the girls followed me upstairs.
My English class was studying a number of works, one of which was a classic novel. For the curriculum we only needed to study a couple of passages in depth and have an overview of the plot, but I was interested in reading the whole thing.
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