Chapter 1

I opened the front door of my house. I was glad to be home from school. So far I completely hated my first month as a 14-year old high school freshman. The best thing about school was leaving it. My mom, sister and I moved here during the summer, so I started the new school knowing absolutely nobody and it looked like the students had every intention of keeping it that way. Hardly anyone talked to me and that was especially so with the girls. Every girl was snooty and stuck up as if she was royalty. I doubted a real princess was that full of herself. What was wrong with these girls? Their appearance was no different than the girls from where I lived before but these girls acted like they were goddesses and it would be unworthy of their social status to talk to me. The older the girl was, the worse she was. Senior girls were the most obnoxious creatures at school but even the freshmen girls were so full of themselves and that they wouldn't have anything to do with me. School days were sad and depressing and they happened five times a week.

I headed toward my room.

"Hi, honey! Who was your day?" Mom called out from the spare bedroom that she converted into an office. Today was Monday, so she worked from home. She went into her job on Tuesday through Saturday with Sunday as her only day off though she sometimes worked on that day too.

"Okay," I said, trying not to look too morose. Mom was in the middle of typing an email.

"A package came for you. It's on the table."

"A package?" I questioned.

"Yes."

A package? That was odd. It wasn't my birthday or anything so who would send me something?

"Who's it from?" I asked.

"It doesn't say."

I dropped off my backpack in my room then headed to the dinner table. The package was a small box about four inches on all sides. I grabbed the almost empty bag of Doritos off the kitchen counter then took the bag and the box into my room.

Sitting on my bed, I ate a handful of chips while visually examining the box. There was no return address. I had a fleeting happy thought that I might not be able to figure out which relative sent the gift, so I wouldn't have to send out an obligatory "thank you" note. Unfortunately, that information was likely inside.

I wiped my cheesy fingers on my jeans and picked up the box. The name on the package was wrong and so was the address. That meant the box probably wasn't from a relative. My name was Edward Edison and I lived on 2526 Banyan St. The box said Edmund Edison on 2526 Bunyun Road.

I had a very happy thought. What if it was from a girl at school who had a secret crush on me but she didn't correctly know my name? That would make a lot of sense. It was the only thing that made any sense.

I wasted not another moment opening the box except for the moment to eat a few more chips.

The box was filled with packing peanuts. I reached my hand in and pulled out something that reminded me of the shape and size of a small jelly jar. I turned the jar around in my hand. There was a small clear packet inside the jar. I unscrewed and turned the jar over. I picked up the fallen packet which contained a pink powdery substance. I was mystified. I put the packet down and reached back into the box. I found a folded piece of paper.

"Mr. Edison," the typewritten note said. "Add entire packet to water in one 16 oz spray bottle. Shake well. One spray is sufficient for effect."

That was it?

I felt around in the package again and ended up dumping the peanuts on my bed, but there was nothing else. It was one small jar, one small packet of pink powder, and cryptic instructions.

Mom knocked on my open door and came in.

"What did you get?" Mom asked.

"I'm not sure." I held up the packet and the paper.

She took the packet and looked at it while turning it around. "What is it?"

"I don't know."

"Who is it from?"

"It doesn't say."

Mom handed the packet back then read the paper.

"Maybe it's a bathroom cleanser," she joked. "Someone wants you to take more responsibility around the house."

I knew better than to take the bait. I had long learned not to react to jokes about helping more.

"I have an empty spray bottle that is the right size," she said. "I can let you have it and you can see what the stuff does."

"Okay," I said. It was probably nothing, but I might as well see.

It was the next day. I was home from school, my divorced Mom was at work, and my bratty 13-year old sister, Evelyn, would be home from middle school any minute now.

Mom had left a spray bottle on my bed so I would see it. I added water to the bottle, added the packet of pink powder, and shook well as instructed. The water quickly turned a slightly lighter shade of pink than the color of the original powder.

I pulled the trigger spraying the liquid into the air. It had an overly sweet smell that dissipated in less than a minute. I sprayed the fingerprints near the doorknob of my bedroom door that my mom always complained about. The liquid didn't do anything on its own so I pulled the front of my shirt out and used it to rub the fingerprints. It didn't help. Whatever this was, it was for sure not a cleanser.

I placed the bottle on my dresser and sat on the bed. What else were spray bottles used for? I couldn't come up with any ideas except cleansers. I retrieved the bottle and sprayed it in the air again. There was something about the smell that I found unpleasant.

"Whatcha doin'?" inquired Evelyn, coming into my room. "What's that stuff?" She pointed at the bottle.

"Nothing," I replied to the brat.

"Is that Mom's?"

"No."

"I'm going to tell Mom you have her stuff."

"It's mine. She knows about it."

"Mom gave you something?"

"No. Somebody sent it to me. I don't know who."

"So who sent it?"

"I don't know!"

"Don't get all angry!"

"Then stop asking stupid questions!"

"You're the stupid! I just want to know what it is!"

"Get the f-. Get out of here!" I had caught myself.

"Ooooh!"

"I didn't say anything."

"It's pink," Evelyn said, flitting back to the bottle.

"I know," I said in my best "like duh" voice.

"Pink is a girl color."

"It's a perfume," I said exasperated. In the heat of the moment I sprayed the brat in the face.

The instant I squirted Evelyn I regretted it. I would be in deep shit with Mom now. About the only reason I ever was in trouble was because the brat brought it out in me and unfortunately that happened just about every day.

Evelyn didn't look angry which was a total surprise. She opened her eyes blinking and inhaled deeply. She had the strangest expression on her face.

"I love that smell," she said happily.

See? It was a strange expression! She was happy around me.

I looked at the bottle with annoyance. Was it perfume? Was it a prank gift? My thoughts made me sad, but what else could it be? It had to be a gag. It was the only thing that made any sense.

"Mmmm," Evelyn moaned.

I looked up. My sister stood in place doing this little writhe while she rubbed her hands over her breasts. Yes, her breasts. This last year she changed from having little peaks to actual live pushing-her-shirt-out breasts. She was my sister so I didn't think too much about her breasts, but I was a still a boy so I definitely noticed when she got them.

I sat mesmerized. It was like my sister was doing a little erotic dance. My dick hardened which was disturbing, but what could I do? My sister looked so sexy. My dick had to respond.

"Oh, Edward," she moaned.

In a flash, Evelyn had her shirt off and then her bra was dropped to the floor. Her naked boobs were before my eyes.

"Oh, Edward," she said, stepping toward me. "They ache so much. Please touch them. I need you to touch them."

Touch them? My sister's boobs? Was she out of her mind?

But I wanted to touch them. They looked so lovely, so I did. I touched her boobs. I took a breast in each of my hands. They felt so good and they were so exciting to touch that I immediately wished I had more hands and she had more boobs.

"Yesssss," she hissed. "Squeeze them."

I wanted to do that too. Evelyn's boobs were firm yet I could squish them. They were completely fascinating. The most I ever did in my whole life was kiss a couple of girls, Anna Johnson and Diana Dodson, but that was before we moved here. I never did anything like touching boobs before. It felt so wonderful to hold Evelyn's breasts that I didn't really care at the moment that she was my sister.