My Ex-Best Friend’s Sister
Introduction:
A little thing I wrote a few years back for a friend.
When I would hang out with my friend, she would be there, doing whatever we were doing. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like she liked me. She would always try to tackle me in football, and defended me in soccer. She laughed at all my jokes, and had too much fun when we played video games together.
So after months of thinking about it, I decided not to ask her out. My friendship with the guy is worth more to me than a girl. Right about now, I’m sure your thinking “If he didn’t ask the bitch out, why the fuck is he writing about this?!?!” Well, I’ll tell you why.
So, one day, me, my best friend and his sister were playing run the bases (it’s like cricket; there are 2 bases, and 2 catchers. The catchers try to tag the runners with a baseball as they try to get from base to base). My best friend had to go to the bathroom, so it was just me and his hot sister. She wanted to practice tagging out sliding runners, so we practiced. After a couple attempts, she accidentally stepped in front of me as I was sliding feet-first into the base. Unable to stop or move out of the way in time, I knocked her on top of me.
When the dust cleared, and we had our senses back, we both realized how we were; she was laying on top of me, with our faces an inch apart. I could smell and feel the sweet sweat coming off of her. Damn, even her sweat is sexy! Anyway, in that moment, she leaned her head in, and so did I, and we kissed. It was just for a second or 2, but it was wonderful none the less.
So, just after the kiss, and as the girl is rolling off of me and getting up, her brother comes out and says “Fucking Christ! That was a dousey of a twosey”. We all laugh, and while we were laughing, we looked at each other, as if to say “he can never know”
So, we secretly go out for months. She, getting her friends to cover for her when she told the family she was going to the mall or whatever with them, and I by acting normal around him and my other friends.
After about 5 or 6 months of us secretly going out, she invites me over one afternoon. Not her brother, but her. When I get over there, I find an empty house besides my girlfriend. She explains that no one is going to be home for another 2 hours. I get the message, and she leads me to the couch.
We make out for a little while, and then she takes her shirt off, as do I. She didn’t have a bra on, making it quicker to see her tits. I never saw them before, just felt them when we made out. They were wonderful B-cups; full and firm.
So she opens my pants and pulls out my dick. I slide my pants a little lower as she puts in her mouth. She then starts sliding her mouth up and down on my dick. I let a moan as she slowly builds up speed. With one hand, I begin to fondle her breast, and she herself let out a moan. She kept going until I sputtered out “I’m going to cum!”
So my girlfriend keeps going for a couple more seconds. I guess in that time her brother came in, but we didn’t hear him. Well, just as she takes her mouth off my dick and strokes it to make me cum, he walks in. We still didn’t notice him until he said “What the fuck is going on!?”. Of course, that’s when I came, squirting my juices on her face.
Startled, I pulled my pants up, and my secret lover covered her tits. “Bu….but you weren’t supposed to be home until 6!” she said
“Coach called off practice, so I walked home,” said my best friend, “You’re lucky I’m not going to tell Mom and Dad because I respect the fact you have your own personal life” He couldn’t mask the anger, no matter how hard he tried.
“As for you,” he pointed to me, “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”
With that, he ran after me, jumping the sofa. I grabbed my shirt and ran towards the door and away from my killer. He chased after me, diving to tackle me. He was successful, and knocked me to the ground. As he was getting up, I kicked my foot out, and caught his chest, which sent him back.
I got up and faced my now ex-best friend. He coughed and stood up too. I ran at him, readying my fist and aiming for his head. But as I got close, he ducked, which sent me flying over his back and on to mine. I winced as I landed, but rolled away, so he couldn’t get on top of me and pummel me. My now ex-girlfriend just stood and stared at the battle raging in her family room. She even let her arms fall down to their sides, exposing her chest. But I didn’t have time to ogle; I had to kick someone’s ass.
As I stood and faced him, the guy ran towards me. I had only enough time dive out of the way, and trip him. He tumbled, hitting his head on a table and knocking off the lamp that was on it onto his head. This dazed him. I went over, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. I then punched twice and threw him on the couch, the place where this all began.
I took a step, then another and punched the now bloody teenager, knocking him over, so he was laying down on the couch.
Finally, the bitch spoke up. “Stop! You’re going to kill him!” That sentence, as cliche and cheesy as it was, actually put some sense back into me. I picked her shirt up and threw it on her.
She ripped it off her face and I said “I guess it’s not meant to be” and left.
