Preface

A reader sent me his story and asked me to rewrite and flesh it out. I tried to keep much of his style, but it wasn’t easy, so it’s not in my usual style.

He said it’s his true life story, and I stuck to his details. So this is a true story, although not mine.

Life sucked.

I grew up in a single mother household. Well, my mother was bipolar and drove my dad away. He fought for custody of us, but the asshole feminist judge gave Mom full custody with a ridiculous amount of child support and alimony.

My dad did his best for a while, and after yet another major fight with Mom when he was trying to pick us up for a weekend at his house, where she was trying to get more money from him for one of her drug binges, he disappeared. I couldn’t really blame him as he was arrested a couple of times and spent some time in jail after he tried to take us by force.

In this fucked-up situation, Jenny, my older sister, got used to taking care of me; basically, she was the one raising me. She was a good, responsible sister. She made sure I got to school on time, I had enough food, etc.

Jenny is four years older than me, so when she was in college, I was in high school.

During our childhood, one of our Mom’s many boyfriends molested my sister, and I think largely because of that, she has an aversion to men and is very much a lesbian. She wasn’t butch. On the contrary, she’s very feminine. And all of her girlfriends tended to be tomboys.

I lost my protector and best friend when she came out to Mom. Mom blew a gasket then and kicked her out in the most cruel way, throwing her stuff out of the window and even pissing on some of them. I helped Jenny by stopping Mom when she squatted over Jenny’s clothes intending to defecate on them.

To say the least, Mom was batshit crazy that day, probably due to some drug she was taking that made her even more unhinged than her usual self.

I didn’t see Jenny for months after. I got wind that she was with some friends she had made in community college, living in an apartment across town.

One day, a cop cruiser came to my school and took me to my sister’s place. They told me that Mom had assaulted a neighbour she was trying to rob to get some drugs and would be in prison for a while. With no warning and no prior preparation, I was thrown into an apartment with my older sister and two women, one of whom was Jenny’s girlfriend.

Jenny was not thrilled with this arrangement to say the very least. I don’t even have a room in their apartment. I was assigned to sleep on a futon in a corner of the living room. No privacy for me, living with a bunch of women that didn’t seem to like men to begin with.

At that age, I had lost my virginity after being molested by one of my mom’s female friends. While I liked the idea of sex, having women simply barge into my room out of their minds on drugs and insisting that I pleasure them, even when they were disgusting due to very bad hygiene and my mother holding me down and forcing me to lick dirty hairy pussies, wasn’t exactly what I would call a good time. I was molested and abused just like men would abuse women and the way Mom’s male friends molested and raped Jenny. Even one of her boyfriends tried to fuck my ass, but I managed to escape.

So I spent the first day or so on my laptop at my sister’s. I didn’t leave the futon except to use the bathroom. I had hoped that the situation at Jenny’s would be better than home, but she barely talked to me. I was feeling miserable in a strange place where everybody seemed to hate me and my presence.

Bit by bit, I came to know my sister’s roommates.

Becky was a brunette with very large, natural breasts, nice hips and ass, but just like every hot-blooded male, her tits really drew me in. She was nice to me and also very flirty, often walking around in short-shorts and a T-shirt without a bra.

The other roommate, Jacky, who was my sister’s girlfriend, was a very stereotypical butch feminist, with blue and purple dyed hair, thick glasses, and just a nerdy boy demeanor.

Then there’s Jenny, my sister, dirty blonde, almost brown hair, perky breasts, and a round, bubbly ass.

During my first few days there, I saw my fair share of them making out and getting handsy with each other.

The first Friday night, they were all home. They started their evening by drinking wine and liquor in the kitchen and sharing a pizza. After the pizza was done, and I only got one slice, the roommates went upstairs, and Jenny came up to me, told me to stay downstairs and go to sleep, and under no circumstances to come upstairs. She turned the TV volume up and left.

I turned it back down and listened. For a while, all I could hear was giggling and laughing. Then I heard someone let out an unmistakable moan.

Since Jenny was treating me like shit anyway, thinking that I had nothing to lose really, I decided to investigate their activities.

Upstairs were two bedrooms across from each other. I found the girls in the room over the living room. The door was closed, but not completely latched, and I could hear them talking loud and laughing, while someone kept panting and moaning. Holding the door knob, I pushed the door in slightly, very silently.

What I saw is my sister on her hands and knees, naked. Jenny was suckling Becky’s breasts while her girlfriend Jacky was bent over her ass, seemingly fucking her with something.

Becky has the biggest fucking breasts, and my sister is playing with them like I long wished I could, stopping only to moan every so often.

As I watched surreptitiously, I realized that my cock had become diamond-hard that it practically hurt. To relieve the pressure, I slid my gym shorts down and started to masturbate.

The girls switched positions with Jacky lying on the floor between them, Becky sitting on her face, and my sister started eating out Jacky.

No more talking stopped, no words were needed anymore. All talk was replaced by short, bated breaths and moaning.

I was jerking off hard but also upset on some weird base level, very jealous seeing my sister with two girls, while she’s been treating me like crap. It was actually upsetting me so much I couldn’t continue masturbate.

Frustrated, I pulled my pants up and went back downstairs to the futon and went back to playing on my laptop.

About an hour later, I heard one of them coming down the stairs. I quickly closed the laptop and pretended to be asleep.

The kitchen emitted enough light that from my futon I could tell that it was Becky. She stopped and looked at me for a bit, but then continued into the kitchen and got liquor.

Carrying a bottle of something I couldn’t recognize, Becky came and knelt next to my futon.

“Are you pretending to be asleep?”

She was wearing nothing but panties. With no top on, her enormous breasts were on full display. They hung low, nipples pink and red, clearly affected by the activities that were going on upstairs.

I couldn’t play the silly game anymore, so I opened my eyes. I had no idea what to say, so I stayed silent.

“Were you listening to us? Could you hear all the way down here?”

“It’s kind of hard not to.”

Becky lets out a drunk giggle and asks me if I jerked off to them.

I simply nod.

“You know your sister’s up there, right?”

She breaks down into hearty laughs, but quietly, apparently she thought it was funny.

I leaned back a bit so that I could better see her quite impressive breasts that were on full display.

“Do you think I’m hot?” She asks with a strange hesitation as if she didn’t know that I would answer with the affirmative.

“Yeah, obviously.”

“Are you hard right now?”

I’m trying to figure out if she’s too drunk to be making sense. Of course I’m hard. I would have to be made of wet noodles to not be hard with her tits right in my face. But just nod.