“What are you smiling at?” Gerald grumpily asked his sister.
Katrina continued to smile at him and replied, “Nothing in particular, I’m just in a good mood today.”
“Well, you know what they say, dumb and happy go hand in hand.”
Gerald’s stepmother, Breille, waved goodbye to his father as he rushed out the door, and then chastised Gerald, “Gerald, be nice to your sister!”
“I wish she’d be nice to me,” Gerald thought, as he couldn’t help but look at her nipples poking though her blouse.
Katrina stood up and playfully ran her hand through Gerald’s hair, rubbing herself up against him. “Aw, what’s matter grumpy? Didn’t sleep well?”
Gerald pushed her away and smoothed his hair back down, “If you must know, I didn’t. I had these weird nightmares all night.”
“I’m sorry, really? What about?” Katrina asked with genuine concern on her face.
“I can’t remember.”
Breille said, “Listen you two, I’ve got some errands that I have to run today. Do you think I can be gone a few hours without you guys killing each other, or do I need to hire a babysitter?”
Katrina rolled her eyes, “We’ll be fine, but I told Sara she could come over.”
Sara was one of Katrina’s closest friends and one of the cutest girls Gerald knew. With her bright blonde, almost white, hair and long sexy legs which she enjoyed showing off, Sara always managed to turn heads wherever she went.
“That’s fine dear,” Breille replied, “Oh, look at the time, I have to go. You two be good!” She dashed out the door, leaving Gerald and Katrina alone.
After about a half hour, Katrina said, “I have to take a quick shower, if Sara shows up please be nice to her.” She went upstairs and Gerald heard the water running. The doorbell rang and Gerald answered it. Sara stood in the doorway, wearing a tight T-shirt and a rather short skirt. Judging by the way her nipples were poking through the fabric, Gerald guessed she wasn’t wearing a bra. He wondered if any girls wear bras anymore.
“Hi Gerald,” Sara said playfully, “Is Katrina home? All my bras are dirty”
“Umm…yeah,” replied Gerald taken aback by the strange remark, “She’s upstairs taking a shower. Come in.”
“Thanks!” Sara said, hopping inside. Gerald sat down on the couch and turned the T.V. on. Sara sat down next to him. “So you’re going to college soon?” she asked.
“Yup.” Gerald replied. Man is she hot, he thought, I’d love to feel those legs against me.
Sara suddenly pivoted and draped her long, smooth legs over Gerald’s lap. Gerald was stunned and looked at her questioningly. Sara said, “I hope you don’t mind, I just wanted to put my feet up for awhile.”
The feel of her strong toned flesh in his lap was the last thing that he minded, although he did find it odd. She had never shown any interest in him before. Of course, he had always fantasized about her wanting him.
“You know,” she said, “I’ve had a secret crush on you for a long time.” She rubbed her feet into Gerald’s crotch, “I guess with you going away, I’ve finally gotten the courage to say it.”
Gerald couldn’t believe what was happening! All she would have to do was give him a blowjob and it would be like a dream he once had.
Sara then leaned over and began to work at his pant’s zipper. Gerald couldn't help but start and say, “What the fuck are you doing?”
Sara looked up at him and pouted, “If you’re leaving, I might never get another chance to do this.”
“Alright, something weird is going on here,” Gerald thought.
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