My Dad putts pressure on me to get laid
“What’s with the shit eating grin?” Katherine looked at me.“You’re a girl” I said dumbly.“No shit Justin, what gave you the first clue; the tits?” Katherine barked out a laugh.“No, I mean you’re a GIRL” I smiled.“Whoa, whoa, whoa” Katherine held up her hands. “You can skip that idea” she gave a scowl.First of all Katherine knew about my rounds with Dad over the prom, hell she had heard them enough around the house. Second, my sister is both very smart, and not bad looking.At twenty Katherine has that natural look that honestly a lot of women would kill for. She stands five nine and weighs in at maybe a hundred and twenty pounds. She’s has an athlete’s body with toned legs and muscular arms; that taut belly and a natural tan from spending years outside. Add to it a not so bad set of 34B’s she keeps bound up in sports bras; even for a sister she’s kind of cute.
“Jesus”, I whispered.“Pretty nice package, eh”, Jessica chuckled at my soft outburst.“No shit”, I whispered softly as I stared at Katherine.“You can put your tongue back in”, Katherine said as she looked at me, picking up her purse.I shook myself, trying to regain control. I opened the front door and held it for her.“Have her back by midnight”, Jess called out as we walked down the driveway.I own a beat-up old Ford truck. Most people hate trucks; that night I found another reason to love mine. I held open the passenger door and helped Katherine climb into the passenger seat. The view of that tight ass encased in those jeans; sent a surge south of the belt line like I had never felt before.Down boy, I screamed silently to myself as I rounded the truck and climbed in. The drive to Montalupo’s was quiet; but when we started to both laugh at dad giving me the condom, things finally started to lighten up. I must admit, for someone who does not date, the next two and a half hours were some of the best I could ever recall.For the first time, I could open up to someone who actually cared, and she listened. I heard her talk about her school studies and basketball, listening to her frustrations and victories; and for once, I was actually interested.
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