I’m an Absolute Animal

When I say I’m an absolute animal, that is in no way a compliment to my ego. I mean it in the most literal and provocative sense. I’m an absolute fucking animal. A degenerate. And in no way do I deserve to breathe in the same beautiful oxygen that normal, SANE people breathe in. Since coming to age, I’ve managed to……well…… I don’t want to list everything I’ve done and ruin the story for you guys, now do I? I’ll try not the break the fourth wall the best I can, and just start from the very beginning, yeah? Well….cue flashback.

See, I didn’t have the best childhood. My parents divorced in the middle of my coming to age, and I was left with not much more than an above average sized cock to jerk off 3 times a day with, a naive sweetheart of an older sister, and two little pricks that I called brothers.

Our parents were awful to say the least. Our dad was surely roaming the streets begging for money somewhere (heroine is a hell of a drug), and our mom, for lack of better terms, was a bit of a whore. And not even the kind that was paid either. She struggled to fill the hole that was burst wide open by our dad deserting us for drugs and a 21 year old stripper. To fill said hole, she….well…filled her hole. By a multitude of men, constantly varying in size, color, and background. Not that you can blame these guys, either. The one redeeming quality of our mom was her tits. In a non creepy, creepy way, she had absolutely phenomenal tits. DD. Perky, while drooping slightly due to the weight, and beautiful half-dollar sized areolas that blended I’m perfectly to her creamy milk jugs. How do I know? I didn’t spy on her during one of her drunken, whoring escapades, that’s for sure. Moving on.

By the time I turned 18, I had about had it with my current situation. My sister had been in a steady relationship nearing 5 years, and I was single and ready to move far away from my problems. The four of us siblings, as well as our mom lived in upper Texas, close to Oklahoma. And it seemed as though my sister had her fill of the current life as well.

She approached me one afternoon:

“Say bro, I just got a call from Abuela, and she has some room available at their place. They want to know if we want to head down there?”

“Fuck yeah!” I replied.

And suddenly, we were making our way to the most southern tip of the Armadillo state, 800 miles away from where we were. Our grandparents had two houses that sat on an acre of land. Known to us as only abuelo and Abuela (Spanish roots), they had rented one house out until recently, but had two bedrooms, a bathroom, living room and kitchen open up for our use, so long as we paid utilities every other month.

It wasn’t long until I found a job as a cook for a small restaurant, my sister, Carol, was working as a bartender, and her boyfriend at a local hardware store. The job of bartender suited my sister. She was extremely cute and very charming. She also possessed certain assets that made her nice tips every night. Her breasts were enormous. She had recently hit DDD, and was very thick in all the right places. She had wide hips and VERY thick thighs. Maybe 180? But she carried it immaculately. It wasn’t like a fat 180. You wouldn’t ever guess she was 180, is what I’m saying. Moving on. She had long, curly black hair that reached down to her mid back. It was as if her hair was pointing directly to her deliciously fat, juicy ass that was normally accentuated by tights.

I know, I’m being very deive when it comes to my sister, but true art deserves recognition. And believe me, her body was truly a work of art.

I got home from work late one night, knowing that my sister and her boyfriend were probably home already. This was evidenced by my seeing their car as I pulled onto the lot. I was tired from a long shift and didn’t think to knock or make sure everyone was decent as I entered the living room.

Dropping my keys and wallet onto an end table, I heard music coming from my sister’s bedroom. Some Celine Dion shit. But in between songs, a much more interesting sound came to be. Moans. Loud moans that were hardly being muffled.

Why are the moans so loud, I wondered? I’m sure they had had sex many times without my hearing, so why tonight? I made my way down the darkened hallway and noticed a faint, vertical light strip illuminating the floor. The door was slightly ajar. No wonder I could hear every slap. Every moan. Every gasp.

Curiosity got the best of me as I peeked my head into the room. And there was my sister. Her head being mushed into the mattress as her creamy, ivory, naked, sweat-oiled ass was high up into the air.