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I closed the screen of my laptop, sighing as I stood up from the black chair. I stretched, lifting my arms up as high as I could reach, arching my back as my muscles relaxed themselves. I took a deep breath as my arms fell back to my sides. I grabbed my backpack from my bed and carried it with me through my door, down the hallway and stairs, into the kitchen. I flicked on the light and placed my backpack on the kitchen table. I pulled out a chair and sat down, immediately unzipping my backpack and pulling out a large, heavy book; along with a notebook, pencil and eraser.
I looked at the cover of the book before I opened it. ’World History’ it read in big gold letters. Below that were pictures of people from other nations, scenes of battles and Mount Rushmore. For moment, I reminisced about the family vacation we took a very long time ago. I forgot most of it; I was very young at the time. I remembered standing next to my brother as we gazed at the monument. The stone heads towered over us like skyscrapers. I had the feeling in my stomach as if they were going to fall on us, so I stood close to brother, holding onto his arm with all of my strength.
From there, the memories faded into remembrance of Devil’s Tower. I remembered my brother climbing on the massive rocks that had fallen from the monument, with my Daddy close to him in case he fell. I remembered standing next to my mother, as she watched the two on the rocks. I remembered her short, curly brown hair, tan skin and brown eyes. Life seemed simpler back then, no family drama, no hatred, no lies. Now I'm eighteen and my brother is twenty, and look at what has happened throughout my life. I blinked a bit, trying to get further memories of my mother out of my head. More memories would make me feel sorry for her, and I can’t be in that situation again.
I opened the book, and turned to page 257. ‘Chapter 15: The Napoleonic Wars’ it read in bold, black letters. I had no idea what any of this was about. I barely remembered how I even got to this point. I opened my notebook and read through my previous notes. Recently it was about the American and French Revolution. I paused for a moment, and looked up from my notes. I looked at the clock and saw it was 3:05 in the afternoon. I knew my step-brother, Zach, would be home soon, and he could help me get through this note-taking with ease. I looked back at my textbook and began to read the section.
‘When Bonaparte became first consul in 1799, he was only thirty years old. He had made his reputation…’ I stopped reading. I was already bored. I needed Zach to be here and help me get through this.
It was in that moment I heard the garage door open. I walked over to the entryway and waited.
It took only a moment before my stepbrother was in the house. “Hey Lydia.” he said, walking through the doorway, shutting it behind him.
“Hi there.” I said, smiling at him.
He unzipped his leather jacket and took it off. He wore a royal blue colored t-shirt and tight jeans. I spoke again, “I was wondering if you could help me with my history homework.”
“I don’t know I’ve got some things to do…” he said teasingly.
“Please…?” I asked innocently, placing my arms around my back, locking my hands together.
He gave me stare that turned me on, his eyes beaming with the same color blue as his shirt, “I’m a little tired…”
“Oh come on, you’re never tired!” I said innocently, I pushed out my chest, perking out my boobs towards him, slouching my legs in a coy pose.
He didn’t speak; he only got closer to me. His hair, shining bronze with a hint of nature gold highlights. Every second that passed by my heart began to beat faster. I bit my lower lip as his hands fell to my hips. His piercing white smile grew as my hunger for his attention grew.
He took a deep breath, “Why are you so cute?”
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about…” I said softly and innocently.
His smile grew again, “Really?” I could feel myself becoming moister by the second. My body ached for his legacy.
“Ah-huh…” I whispered, as one of my hands began to drift towards him. My fingers ran across the length of his growing cock through his jeans.
I could see the lust burning in his eyes, but he spoke softly, “After you finish your homework…”
“But I don’t wanna…” I said softly. He smiled at me, taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. I sat down again, picked up my pencil and waited for him to begin talking.
“What are you studying right now… Napoleonic Wars? Oh this is easy…” he said.
He took a deep breath, I knew his unstoppable lecture was about to begin, “You know, before we actually start talking about France and the coalitions, we should begin in Germany. Because knowing the history of Germany, creates the structure for the modern world we live in today. For centuries Germany has been…” I rolled my eyes to myself as his lecture and ranting about Germany. After a while, he finally came back to what I was actually studying. I did not listen, at all. I only watched him and admired the passion he has for these subjects. It flowed out of him like an inspirational speech.
He paused, “Are you writing this down?”
“Um, yes?” I lied. I just wanted him to get off my back about actually understanding what exactly it is he talks about. The only thing that was on my mind was sex--with him--and how amazing it feels.
His lecture continued. I watched as he paced back and forth and the words flying out of his mouth at a million miles per second. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I needed him sexually. I stood up and grabbed his shirt. He stopped talking, and gave me a strange look.
“Just kiss me already.” I demanded, pulling on his shirt, forcing his lips down to mine as I kissed him. His hands fell to my hips once more. He pulled me into him with such fury, my body burned for more. We kissed passionately, our tongues touching every so often. I slowly sank down to my knees. The tiled floor felt uncomfortable, but it was worth it. I unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing away his black boxers, and reaching in to grab the massive cock I had been begging for.
I stroked his thick, muscular, and long shaft with my hand. I licked the tip of his cock, teasing him with my tongue and mouth. I listened to his moans, they grew as I teased. I knew he wanted this, even if he didn’t finish his lecture. I stopped stroking and licked all of his length, from his balls to his tip. The muscles in his legs began to weaken, and I knew I had full control of his pleasure. I took him in my mouth. He moaned as I sucked his length, using both my mouth and my hand. I paused for a moment, releasing him. I almost tore off my shirt, exposingTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
I looked at the cover of the book before I opened it. ’World History’ it read in big gold letters. Below that were pictures of people from other nations, scenes of battles and Mount Rushmore. For moment, I reminisced about the family vacation we took a very long time ago. I forgot most of it; I was very young at the time. I remembered standing next to my brother as we gazed at the monument. The stone heads towered over us like skyscrapers. I had the feeling in my stomach as if they were going to fall on us, so I stood close to brother, holding onto his arm with all of my strength.
From there, the memories faded into remembrance of Devil’s Tower. I remembered my brother climbing on the massive rocks that had fallen from the monument, with my Daddy close to him in case he fell. I remembered standing next to my mother, as she watched the two on the rocks. I remembered her short, curly brown hair, tan skin and brown eyes. Life seemed simpler back then, no family drama, no hatred, no lies. Now I'm eighteen and my brother is twenty, and look at what has happened throughout my life. I blinked a bit, trying to get further memories of my mother out of my head. More memories would make me feel sorry for her, and I can’t be in that situation again.
I opened the book, and turned to page 257. ‘Chapter 15: The Napoleonic Wars’ it read in bold, black letters. I had no idea what any of this was about. I barely remembered how I even got to this point. I opened my notebook and read through my previous notes. Recently it was about the American and French Revolution. I paused for a moment, and looked up from my notes. I looked at the clock and saw it was 3:05 in the afternoon. I knew my step-brother, Zach, would be home soon, and he could help me get through this note-taking with ease. I looked back at my textbook and began to read the section.
‘When Bonaparte became first consul in 1799, he was only thirty years old. He had made his reputation…’ I stopped reading. I was already bored. I needed Zach to be here and help me get through this.
It was in that moment I heard the garage door open. I walked over to the entryway and waited.
It took only a moment before my stepbrother was in the house. “Hey Lydia.” he said, walking through the doorway, shutting it behind him.
“Hi there.” I said, smiling at him.
He unzipped his leather jacket and took it off. He wore a royal blue colored t-shirt and tight jeans. I spoke again, “I was wondering if you could help me with my history homework.”
“I don’t know I’ve got some things to do…” he said teasingly.
“Please…?” I asked innocently, placing my arms around my back, locking my hands together.
He gave me stare that turned me on, his eyes beaming with the same color blue as his shirt, “I’m a little tired…”
“Oh come on, you’re never tired!” I said innocently, I pushed out my chest, perking out my boobs towards him, slouching my legs in a coy pose.
He didn’t speak; he only got closer to me. His hair, shining bronze with a hint of nature gold highlights. Every second that passed by my heart began to beat faster. I bit my lower lip as his hands fell to my hips. His piercing white smile grew as my hunger for his attention grew.
He took a deep breath, “Why are you so cute?”
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about…” I said softly and innocently.
His smile grew again, “Really?” I could feel myself becoming moister by the second. My body ached for his legacy.
“Ah-huh…” I whispered, as one of my hands began to drift towards him. My fingers ran across the length of his growing cock through his jeans.
I could see the lust burning in his eyes, but he spoke softly, “After you finish your homework…”
“But I don’t wanna…” I said softly. He smiled at me, taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. I sat down again, picked up my pencil and waited for him to begin talking.
“What are you studying right now… Napoleonic Wars? Oh this is easy…” he said.
He took a deep breath, I knew his unstoppable lecture was about to begin, “You know, before we actually start talking about France and the coalitions, we should begin in Germany. Because knowing the history of Germany, creates the structure for the modern world we live in today. For centuries Germany has been…” I rolled my eyes to myself as his lecture and ranting about Germany. After a while, he finally came back to what I was actually studying. I did not listen, at all. I only watched him and admired the passion he has for these subjects. It flowed out of him like an inspirational speech.
He paused, “Are you writing this down?”
“Um, yes?” I lied. I just wanted him to get off my back about actually understanding what exactly it is he talks about. The only thing that was on my mind was sex--with him--and how amazing it feels.
His lecture continued. I watched as he paced back and forth and the words flying out of his mouth at a million miles per second. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I needed him sexually. I stood up and grabbed his shirt. He stopped talking, and gave me a strange look.
“Just kiss me already.” I demanded, pulling on his shirt, forcing his lips down to mine as I kissed him. His hands fell to my hips once more. He pulled me into him with such fury, my body burned for more. We kissed passionately, our tongues touching every so often. I slowly sank down to my knees. The tiled floor felt uncomfortable, but it was worth it. I unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing away his black boxers, and reaching in to grab the massive cock I had been begging for.
I stroked his thick, muscular, and long shaft with my hand. I licked the tip of his cock, teasing him with my tongue and mouth. I listened to his moans, they grew as I teased. I knew he wanted this, even if he didn’t finish his lecture. I stopped stroking and licked all of his length, from his balls to his tip. The muscles in his legs began to weaken, and I knew I had full control of his pleasure. I took him in my mouth. He moaned as I sucked his length, using both my mouth and my hand. I paused for a moment, releasing him. I almost tore off my shirt, exposingTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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