Inferioritis: Search for a Cure
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Chapter 1: Cooties and Parentheses
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1: Cooties and Parentheses - His disease was emotional. Hers was in her pancreas. Algebra brought them together. The earth tried to eat her. Then he learned to eat her, and they lived in their sex palace. There's a fairy godmother, Bluetooth, and auto financing. Excess happy tears. And a medical breakthrough. Also, horses.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches School White Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Small Breasts
Dan Foley was no athlete. In his high school, that made him invisible to his peers. He was required on every school day to change into a jockstrap, shorts, and an A-shirt (sleeveless) and exercise with the other 11th grade males. Followed by a required mass shower and dragging to his next class. As far as Dan was concerned, the whole period was a waste of time. Not particularly tall, muscular, or co-ordinated, the rowdy jocks barely noticed him. Outside the gym, his wardrobe was very plain, there was no adult woman in their home to advise him on style.
As far as his dad was concerned, younger sister Andrea (“Dré”) was the star. She was swimming every day and competed for the school in regional meets. Dad tried, with limited success, to conceal his disappointment in his son. Dan compensated by being extra-attentive to his homework and class assignments, to the point where he had added advanced placement (AP) classes to his load.
One evening when Dad was working late, Dan was reading his history text when he was startled by a crash. He found Dré on her bedroom floor next to her overturned desk chair. “What happened?” “I was trying to hang this poster of Michael Phelps when I suddenly decided to switch from swimming to diving.” “So I see,” said Dan. “Want help?”
They cooperated and hung the poster on her wall. “So, Dré, your kind of guy?”
“No, my kind of swimmer, Dan, eight gold medals in the Beijing Olympics! Now beat it, I’m going to take a bath.” Dan chuckled, “Want help?” Dré punched Dan’s shoulder. “Go!” In his bedroom, Dan pictured Dré naked in the tub and free of icky sister cooties. But that line of thought led nowhere and, wearily, he resumed reading his history text.
In the morning, Dré zoomed through the kitchen, dumping her breakfast dishes in the sink and taking her book bag. “See you tonight, Dad!” Dan picked up the rest of the dishes and began washing. (It was early, Dré had swimming practice before school started.) He noticed his father looked drawn and tired. “Want some coffee?” “No, son, I’ll get some at work. Thanks for cleaning up.” “No problemo, dad.”