Chapter 1

I’m Karl Holt and my birthdays had been big occasions, up until my parents divorced and my Mom Mia moved away. I loved the Lone Ranger and cowboy movies when I was little, so I had a cowboy party when I was 5. For my 7th birthday it was superheroes, and knights and princesses when I was 8. On my 10th birthday, my parents took my friends and I to a circus. The weekend before I turned 14, my Mom and Dad had a party for my friends and I in the morning, then took us to an amusement park with lots of roller coasters. We had a great time.

When I was 17, Mom and Dad took me to Hawaii. I spent nearly a week on the beach staring at girls, as my parents did who-knew-what in their hotel room. They usually had a great time together, but since she was a professional model, Mom was away from home most of the time for photo shoots and other ‘work’. They told me they were divorcing the day we went home. I would live with my Dad most of the time and visit Mom when she was between modeling jobs. I’d stay at the same school and only saw my mother a few times a month anyway, so thankfully it wasn’t a big change for me.

For my 18th birthday, Mom sent me several small packages and a card. She apologized and said she would be stuck doing a movie in Monte Carlo for another month. I smiled as I sarcastically though, ‘Being stuck there must be terrible.’

I missed her and was a little sad until I opened her final gift, a video of a dozen other models swimming, playing beach volleyball, and prancing around in their tiny swimsuits. There were even a few ‘bloopers’ scenes, where nipples slipped out of bikini tops! For a straight high school boy, it was perfect! I watched their boobs and butts bouncing as I jerked off for two hours, until Dad came home with an attractive but older lady.

My father was 45 and she looked about the same age. Her heavy makeup concealed any wrinkles and her bright red lipstick drew my attention to her mouth. I thought her long fake lashes were pretty too. The gold and ruby rose-shaped pendant on her necklace sat in the cleavage between her large breasts, and her curly dark hair descended to the middle of her back. Despite her age, I thought she was quite sexy. I was very curious why Dad chose her, since his previous girlfriends had all been college students. When they met, he had been 26 and my mother was barely 19.

He said, “Karl, this is my girlfriend Claudette. I need to go out of town on business and she’s going to stay with you. I know you don’t need a babysitter anymore. Think of her as a friend who can help if you need anything.”

I sighed, “So, a babysitter, but you’re not going to call her a babysitter.” I frowned while he chuckled briefly.

He whispered in my ear, “I really like her. If you like her too, I might marry her.”

He smiled and turned back toward her. “I’m sure Karl won’t give you any trouble.” He looked at me and finished, “Stay home and do what she says. I’ll be home for lunch on Sunday.”

He gave her a kiss. As he turned to leave she said, “I love you, Reggie. Have a good trip.”

She watched out the window as he drove off. She took a cell phone out of her small red purse and said, “We should get to know each other. I’m thinking about marrying your father. I have two daughters. Do you think you’d like having a couple of sisters?”

She showed me a picture on her phone. “Priscilla is 19 and Leslie is 18. I think you’ll get along, since you’re about the same age.” I thought Leslie was kind of cute with a tiny nose and small ears. Her dark hair was in pigtails that touched her shoulders. From the shape of her t-shirt I could tell she had small breasts, but nothing I’d pay much attention to. Priscilla was GORGEOUS! Even in movies or on TV, I think I’d only seen one or two females as remarkably attractive. She had a very pretty face, curvy hips, long red hair, and a bountiful chest like her mother. As Claudette gently lifted my jaw with a finger, I realized I had been staring a long time. There was a smile on her face and a laugh in her voice as she said, “I guess you like how they look. How about you show me around the place?”

I led her through the house. I’d lived in it my whole life, so I didn’t think there was anything special. We had a 6,500 square foot, three-story mansion. From the front of the house, you could see most of Glendale and East Hollywood. The famous Hollywood sign was visible from our back yard if you stood on a chair and looked over the privacy fence. The house had six bedrooms, a big pool, and a large deck with fire pit and in-ground hot tub.