Jamie Rossingnoll the third or some such fucking thing. When mom thinks we're not around, she asks my dad which set of earrings he'd like to wear tonight, referring to which shoes she's going to be wearing.
I turned eighteen on February second and so as with all great traditions I decided I would spend the following weekend with my buddies.
As I was saying having a built in scape goat is great but it doesn't save you from yourself and four of your dumbass buddies.
So subsequently I'm grounded and when March Break rolls around, I spend it at home pretty much under lock and key.
My sister comes home this week and brings with her, her new Beau. " Something's wrong and I know it, we haven't hung out in my room since before high school. She's wearing black thigh high pirate boots, with six inch heels. How she can walk in those I don't know but she and my mom can pull it off.
Apparently "Breeding is Everything." Dinner goes over fine, my parents seem happy, my sister's friend is going to bunk in my room and I'll sleep on the floor on the air mattress. Life goes on and although I can't go anywhere, I have my Xbox and I have my laptop. The arms have several slits that travel down from her shoulders but stop before the pass her biceps.
Jamie, of course, will sleep in my bed with the brand new sheets my mom went out bought earlier in the day (Wouldn't want the fucker getting cooties now would we). What I don't have is privacy so there'll be no surfing for porn with Jamie in the room but then again life is more than silicone tits and shaved pussy... Well in the absence of that i might as well see who's on line and blow shit up. She likes this dress because it gives brief glimpses of her tattoos.
I had already changed for bed a T-shirt and pyjama bottoms, might as well be comfortable when I blowing shit up. There are also slits that travel down her left hip that expose her flesh; it gives the illusion that she is not wearing any underwear.
As my buddy Scott always says, "You can do remarkable things with a Rocket Launcher." "Oh god where are mom and dad? This outfit accentuates her hips and ass like you wouldn't believe.
All the characters in this story are 18 or older, this is a work of fiction none of this is true.
The author neither supports or condones any of the activities depicted in this twisted tale and hopes most sane individuals understand that.
Of course I gave it no more thought, I mean who would.