Thank you to Estragon for his editing and making this story a much better read.
I want to tell you about my best summer ever. I have to tell you a little about my past, then about our vacation to Myrtle Beach. It was with my mom and twin sixteen year old sisters.
My name is Jim Miller. My parents still call me James and my sisters call me Jimmy. I'm finally getting my friends to call me Jim.
Mom and dad are divorced. They split up just after New Year's. It goes way back to my dad's jobs. He started out as a schoolteacher, then he kept taking courses and became an elementary school principal. The bad part is every time he took a new position our family had to move.
Some parents don't realize how hard it is on the kids every time you uproot them. The last time we moved was when I started high school and my sisters were in junior high or what some call middle school.
Dad became the high school principal and promised us it would be the last time we had to move. We were really happy that we were finally going to be able to finish school in one place.
Mom was a registered nurse and never had a problem finding a position when we moved. She told us that we needed to support our father, which we did.
I started playing football and spent a lot of time in exercising and weight training. I wanted to look like the men in magazines where they had the six-pack abs and nice pecs. I worked hard getting that look. My weight trainer also had me on a regime to work my legs. I wanted to be a running back.
It seemed like I spent all my all time exercising, at practices and finally games. I was second string my first year but then I made the varsity team. My coach said I was good and in great physical health. However he did tell me I would do a lot better as a tight end.
Our school was on the small side and I did play both offense and defense. One thing for sure is I stayed in good physical shape. I was also shooting for a college scholarship. I wasn't a brainiac and had to study hard. I wanted to go into the field of criminal justice. Maybe be a cop or FBI agent, secret service, there was a whole lot of opportunities for men in good physical condition.
My dating life was almost nil. I had girlfriends but it never went much beyond a little necking. That is until my senior year, which I'll tell you about in a few minutes.
At the end of my junior year my dad called a family meeting and said he had a job offer to be the administrator at a university in Indiana. He told us it was a great opportunity for him. We were all devastated. Mom could see it in our faces.
"John, you can't make the kids move again. James is in his final year of high school and has a chance to get a scholarship. Ann and Marie are just starting high school and have all their new friends here. I'm not going to let you take that away from them. We made a promise to them the last time we moved."
After that there was a lot of arguing back and forth. The problem was, dad only worried about himself. His future, his life, his whole life evolved around him; it always has. We, his family, always came in second.
It finally ended up by dad saying he was taking the position. We were going to stay in Ohio and in our house and stay in our present school. Mom was strong willed and was on our side.
Dad said he would come home on weekends and holidays. I guess you would say they were having a split marriage. It hurt mom that dad was doing this, but he never was really all that close to us. There were times we were a close family but most of the time he was always doing his own thing.
Always meetings to go to. He belonged to a half dozen clubs. He played golf and even tennis. He was in pretty good physical shape. It got to a point that mom never waited for him for dinner. We ate and she said he could have leftovers.
My senior year started and dad got himself a condo in Indiana. At first he would come home every other weekend and than he found excuses why he couldn't make it. Looking back, he didn't attend any of my games my senior year. I played the whole season as split-end and even made the all East-Ohio team.
Dad came home for Christmas but it wasn't the happiest Christmas. We could all tell something was up. On New Year's Day dad told my mom that he wanted a divorce. He had met someone and had fallen in love. He didn't tell us anything about her except she made him feel young again.
Mom didn't take it all that hard. She was a smart woman and after twenty years she knew dad quite well. Although she was surprised he found a girlfriend so quickly. It must have been his position as Administrator that made him look like the man of means to a younger woman who needed a first-class ticket.
Mom told him outright that they could get a quick dissolution or if he chose she would file for divorce and make it public knowledge what an ass he was. Needless to say, she got a lawyer and filed for a dissolution. It would still take a few months to go through.
She got the house and her vehicle and half the savings account. She received three hundred a week in child support for the girls. I had just turned nineteen, so she added he was responsible for my college tuition.
The last thing mom said to dad was, "You're an asshole, you've always been an asshole and I only stayed in this so-called marriage for our kids, whom you hardly know. I hope this girlfriend turns out to be a real slut and takes you for everything you have left."
Dad said, "She's twice the woman you ever were. Beautiful, nice, and sexy as can be. She loves me and we're soul mates. We knew that from the start. She might be a lot younger but the sex is fantastic and we are honest with each other."
Mom got the last word. "If she's that sexy she wouldn't be going out with you. Gold-digger sounds about right. Watch out for your younger competition. By the way, make sure the checks are on time."
Other than a few phone calls we never hear from dad. It was sad but we learned to live with it. Mom seems happy and went on with her life. We asked her if she was going to date again and she told us not until after the divorce was final.
Back to my senior year. I did date a few of the girls when I had time. We did a lot of kissing and necking but not much else. I hear all these guys talking about all the sex they were getting. I took out some of the same girls they did and a few let me feel their tits through their tops, and a couple let me inside their bras.
Even on my prom night, I got my date's top down and sucked her nipples. I nearly came in my tux. I loved it but when I went to her lower regions she stopped me.
It seemed all the sex my friends were getting were blowjobs. I did get a few of them but none of the girls I dated were giving out any pussy. I do have to say I masturbated a lot. I couldn't wait for college to start. I heard that's where sex runs pretty rampant.
I did get some offers for scholarships at some small colleges. I was surprised that one was from the university where my dad was the Administrator. I got a call from dad and he told me if I went there that he would see I would get five-hundred dollars a month to help me with my personal expenses.
I talked it over with mom and she said it was the best offer out there. I had a car and I would be staying in the dorm. It was only a three hour trip so I could come home once in awhile. She even said she and my sisters might be able to catch a game or two.
So that's what I did. I still wasn't overly happy with dad and the divorce. I also knew that him giving me five-hundred dollars additional a month would be a lot less than what he might be paying if I went to a larger school. So I knew he was doing this for himself. His University's offer was only a full scholarship for two years and then a possible renewal. I guess they wanted the players to prove themselves.
To me it didn't make much difference about the last two years. In Dad's agreement with mom, he agreed to pay for my college tuition. I signed an agreement to attend the University. I would get a good education and still play football and have a few bucks in my pocket.
Mom had attended a class reunion and when she got home she told us we were invited to Myrtle Beach. One of her old classmates had a condo right on the beach. Mom asked me if I would take her and my two teenage sisters.
It's not the place a nineteen-year-old horny guy would want to go with his family, but I figured it would probably be our last vacation together. I told mom I'd drive them but reminded her I had to show up a month early at college to start my football training.
She called her friend and we went the last week of July. I knew my chances of getting laid were pretty slim but I always heard the sights were great. I did feel good being with my mom and sisters. They always teased me but I was their older brother and it came with the territory. I always watched out for them.
Madge and Don turned out to be really nice people. Madge had two extra bedrooms. Mom took one and my sisters shared the other. They had a foldout couch that I slept on. It was really pretty nice since I could watch the big screen TV as late as I wanted.
We would be there for four days. It was our first day and we wanted to hit the beach. My sisters and I put on our suits and headed out the door. Mom reminded me to keep an eye on my sisters. We were also told to stay close to the condo, not to wander to far down the beach. They would be out in a little while to join us.
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