Two For The Price Of One

Two For The Price Of One

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

johnny starts moving my tshirt up over my bra. "Well it's actually not hard to understand, we enjoy fucking, teasing, sharing one female. And you Maggie are a very cute and attractive female, wouldn't you agree brother?" brad has the tips of his fingers in the waist band of my jeans...

Summary

johnny starts moving my tshirt up over my bra. "Well it's actually not hard to understand, we enjoy fucking, teasing, sharing one female. And you Maggie are a very cute and attractive female, wouldn't you agree brother?" brad has the tips of his fingers in the waist band of my jeans...

Chapter1 (v.1) - Two For The Price Of One

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johnny starts moving my tshirt up over my bra. "Well it's actually not hard to understand, we enjoy fucking, teasing, sharing one female. And you Maggie are a very cute and attractive female, wouldn't you agree brother?" brad has the tips of his fingers in the waist band of my jeans...

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Submitted: March 28, 2015

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Two for the price of one

5:30 am "Where is that Shitting snooze button?!" God I hated waking up early, truly I do. Why on earth do we even have class on a friday? It makes no fucking sense, I have two lectures approximately 40 maybe 45 minutes each and then I can kick start my weekend. So my question is why do this to the students, photography students none the less, where time is not one of our strong points at all; why go and make two classes on a friday the first at 8:15 - might aswel be 8 am. And no the bastard who created the time table had to go put a 1 hour and 15 minute gap between the only other lecture and again with the fucking 15 minutes! What is up with that, it makes no fucking difference. Because every Friday I'm still late so what's the point of adding 15 minutes. God look at me, I throw my hands up to the ceiling and stare at a bland white ceiling and wonder if I'm just really tired or really insane to be raging over an extra 15 minutes in life. Yep, probably fucking insane. Well fuck that I'm pretty solid with the assignment and notes at the moment. It's Friday and I intend it to feel that way so I will remain in bed till a decent hour of rising. Yes I think I shall as I smile up to the ceiling pleased with my decision, yeah definitely psychotic. Oh well this psycho gets to sleep a little bit longer. "First things first I'm the realest.." I sigh and throw the covers off as I make an awful attempt at finding my phone. Ah yes under the discarded bra on the floor. Of course. "What and who the hell? - oh Sam! You do know it's fucking 6 am only right? Uh huh. Nope, not gonna make it. Okay yeah catch up later tonight, sure see ya. Kisses!" crazy chick, ah now where was I? I drop my phone in my draw, "oh yeah, sleeeeep." and with that I rolled over and was out like a light!

"Mom, mom - mother! God where could she go this time of the day and where is my snug skin tight baby blue jeans!" I lay my head in my hands on the kitchen counter and see a note left there. 'hey hun bun left with Greg to fetch his boys from the airport, see you later x' ah obviously she would be with Gregory Greyman, don't get me wrong Greg, his totally cool I thought things would be awkward when he moved in two years ago. But it's been nothing but smooth sailing, once I sat them down of cos and established the boundaries. Oh yeah, I went all Christian Grey on them, I had to though. God imagine me walking in on my mother and her boyfriend getting it on. Eew! So to simply put it they don't have sex while I'm in the house, I am a very light sleeper and some things can not be unseen or unheard. Unfortunately. Anyway like I said Greg is fab, we moved into a bigger house recently and me being the loving understanding daughter I am, I didn't give too much of an argument when I heard why. You see the thing is, good ol Greg has sons, yeah sons my age 20. They're actually twins he mentioned, and when this conversation was brought up at dinner a month ago I couldn't understand why. Until boom they hit me with the news, Gregory's exwife passed on to a better place as he put it politely. (the bitch kicked the bucket) So basically his twins that lived with her are now coming to live with us and transfer to my place of learning as well. Like fuck, first they invade my home then the twins of terror invade my college. So yeah our comfy family of three is now turning into a crowded family of five. Well I can be thankful it's not triplets and girls otherwise I'd be sharing with one of them. And I don't think that would work thank you very much. I don't even know their names, hmm tweedledumb and tweedledumber? Anyway back to my problem at hand, " where is my jeans!" I scream at an empty house.

Eventually I find them, and I feel so great in them. My style most of the Time is laid back chick, so I paired it with a plain white tshirt and white converse sneakers, not the boot kind that's not my style the normal sneaker. Some light makeup base, blush, mascara and lip care. I place my earing back in their holes I have five ear piercings, two in each earlobe and one on my left ear at the top just to add some edge to myself. Since hardcore drugs and liquor is out of the question. I find my watch and by this time it's almost 7pm. Just as I grab my jacket and about to leave the door swings open with my mother laughing. "Hey Mom, Gregory, i'll be home a bit late bye." I shout as I get my bag off the counter and about to make my exit through the backdoor in the kitchen not knowing my life was about to change drastically.


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