Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Light Bond, Orgy, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Slow, Prostitution,
Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: Prologue - This is the twenty chapter book that shows Andy's summer holidays and then as he adapts to College life. He meets the stripper Abi, he has a complex relationship with his classmate while his sister is intent on causing as much trouble as possible. This books shows Andy's sexual awakening and as Abi introduces him to a world he had not seen before. This book starts slow and has little sexual content for the first four chapters.
"Mummmmmyyyyyyyy!" My niece left my side ran the length of the driveway and threw herself into my sisters' arms, who stood in the archway to the little village hall with a broad grin.
"You two aren't very brown!" my pregnant little sister yelled as I walked up the road with a poorly-wrapped box in my hands, and then passed it to her.
"Yeah. Funny that. Given I've been in Reykjavik not the Maldives for the last two weeks, it's too not much of a surprise," I said as I embraced her, although her head barely reached my chin. My four week Scandinavian tour had been amended by my little sister to include a fortnight looking after her Kafkaesque daughter but I had enjoyed taking her around the Atlantic island, although I wished Rhea could have joined us.
"You said it had a beach," she replied as we broke still commenting on our lack of appropriate brownness.
"It does but, oh never mind, it's good to see you again. Iceland's great but it isn't home. How are you?"
Rhea looked up at me. "Fine. Had my twelve-week scan last week. It's all good."
"What did they say? A boy or girl?" I asked and she rolled her eyes.
"Not until twenty weeks, but I'm telling you it's a girl," she reminded me and I stretched an arm over to her partner to shake his hand.
"You OK?" I asked the anxious, tall, gangly man next to my sister.
"OK thanks. Good flight?"
"Of course! Always is in Business Class; you get the sexiest stewardesses," I joked and the gentleman smiled weakly. "Although that might just be true of Icelandair. Gorgeous, shapely..."
"Yes spare me the details," Rhea interrupted and I gave her a grin.
I looked around my diminutive sister. "Where's Mum and Julie?"
Rhea looked up at me. "Julie is still in Japan and is staying there; Mum isn't happy," she replied quickly and then showed me inside the little village hall, leaving her partner outside.
"So you and Simon, still together?"
"Yes," Rhea replied smarmily.
"And is he still in the spare room?"
Rhea sighed and giggled. "No. He is in my room as of last night." I giggled at her and she raised her eyebrows. "No sex, well not last night. But the spare room is full now as I took the liberty of inviting someone you've not seen for awhile," she admitted as we got to the second set of double doors.
"Who?" I asked and then froze. There were more than a couple of people she could have chosen to invite, but I had guessed who Rhea would have brought down before I saw her sat on her own at the back of the hall. She brought back plenty of vivid good memories but a ton of dark recollections came flooding back instantly at the same time, and I felt my stomach lurch the moment I clapped eyes on her.
"What is she doing here?" I asked the moment my eyes saw her. Obviously the years had changed her slightly but she was still the same person who had hurt me and I had callously and deliberately upset out of pure spite, all those years ago. I felt a spasm of guilt like I always did when I was reminded about that fateful day.
"She is here because I invited her," Rhea told me firmly, "to my daughter's fifth birthday party and she's come from the other side of the country to be here today. She should have been with Angela but rearranged it at the last minute."
"For Izzy's birthday? I don't think so, Rhea," I replied as dismissively as I could. "Well at least..."
"She's come for you too and is very nervous and scared. She took some tracking down but Simon helped, obviously. She's single too. And, like you, I think she's unhappy in life"
"I'm not unhappy in life, Rhea, what a..."
"You are. Everyone knows it. You have a string of failed relationships; you drink too much. You are always miserable."
"I do not drink too much and she is not single. You might have forgotten, my little sister, but she got..."
"Yes, I know she did, but it didn't work out," she interrupted me and she put her arm around my waist.
"Now that's a surprise." I said coldly. "Out of all the people who I've ever loved, Rhea, why her?"
Rhea leant into my side as I stood staring at her. "Because if it wasn't for you Si and me would be on the streets with a baby, and well, you two always did have something special. She was the only one of your girlfriends who was any good at keeping you happy and you loved her. And to be honest I am fed up you moping round the house all the day feeling sorry for yourself."
"Yeah, my house, Rhea"
"OK, it's your house, but it's my home. And it's not good for Izzy and for Si. Ever since you and Amy split and you sold your company and you've been drinking way, way too much. And I'm really worried about you. Mum is too. And Zoe and Ezra don't like coming to the house now because they say it just depresses them to see you like that. They got you out of trouble when you went off the rails at Uni but we're all scared, Andy; we just don't know what to do," my baby sister said, and looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
"I'm fine, Rhea. Honestly. Anyway since Fi and me sold the business, I'm semi-retired now, and..."
"Oh hark at you, semi-retired," Rhea interrupted forcefully, mocking my words. "You're 28, not 68. Your business partner didn't retire went she got minted, she is off doing something. Something else. You used to be like her and you need to be like her again."
"I was never like her."
"You were. And to do that, you need to be happy again, and at the moment it's clear you're not. You might not like to admit it, but she made you happy," Rhea said, firmly pointing into the hall.
"Yeah, well, a lot of people made me happy over the years, but a lot people didn't do to me what she did."
Rhea shrugged and looked up. "And you made her happy and you were hardly blameless when you split, not to mention what happened afterwards."
I exhaled deeply through my teeth and glared at her. "You know you can be really..."
"Wonderful. Insightful. Awesome. Going to such extreme lengths for her brothers' happiness and well-being?"
"Irritating. Interfering. Stubborn."
"Oh go on, go speak to her. Please. For me?" Rhea pleaded and her eyes opened wide as she peered up.
"OK, I'll have a chat," I reasoned and she smiled. "I don't know what good it will do."
"Oh, and she is staying in the guest bedroom all weekend and you're on the same table for the meal. Oh, and I promised you'd take her for a ... and for god's sake don't look at me like that!"
"Well a lot of acrimonious things were done and said, Rhea. You might have forgotten but I doubt if she has, and I certainly haven't."
"No I haven't forgotten bro, but it was a long time ago. If I can forgive Si for his indiscretions, you can certainly forgive her. What was the bollocks you used to tell me, 'time heals everything' or was it 'water under the bridge'?"
I gave a sigh and looked over at her twiddling her long hair. She watched me and tried to read my thoughts. "You've missed her terribly, just admit it. You've never been truly happy since you split and neither has she. She told me last night. Neither of you have managed to move on, in what, how many years? At least part this weekend on good terms if nothing else but it's up to you. I have given you the choice, but I think you want to talk to her."
Rhea was right of course but I couldn't just sit down and pretend nothing happened all those years ago. I felt my stomach lurch again as she looked round and I wiped my eyes.
"Si and I split up a few times over the years but we always got back together but as much as we tried not to admit it, there was something special between us. At times I've wanted to, really wanted to never to see him again, but underneath I couldn't be without him. Is it really different with you and her?"
I grunted, she was right of course. But just when did my baby sister understand me better than I did?
Of course, she wasn't always wonderful, insightful or awesome...