My stepsisters

Note: This is my first story, I’ve been reading these since i was 17 and i decided to add some of my adventures so enjoy and please only constructive criticism
Waking up on the morning of April first I was angry. My Mother had Just decided I was going to live with my dad, and that I was dropping out of my school in Arkansas and flying north to Montana that following weekend. That day at school I said my goodbyes and exchanged emails with everyone. After a rather teary kiss goodbye with my girlfriend Wendi I made my way to my mom’s car.
I should probably describe myself, back when I was 15 I was around 5’4 small thin body with normal build I was fast and broke the track teams hundred meter run record by four seconds. I had sharp features and a square chin, blue eyes flecked with green and gray, like a wolfs as my Opa (German for grandpa) puts it, and a small German like mouth. My cock had grown from a 4 incher at 12, to a 9 incher at 15 and I was proud of myself. I had a light dusting of hair that I liked to keep neat; I also trimmed my pubes to keep from itching too much ha-ha.
That Saturday we set out for Memphis, the nearest airport that could take me to Montana. On the way there I sat in my seat listening to my Ipod and just waiting to die. I hated my dad but I hated my slut of a mom to. She fucked her boyfriend on our couch once and blamed the smell in the cat. Then she killed the cat to make a show out of how much I stunk. Like I was saying I hated my dad for hurting me my brother and sister by leaving with some whore who had more money than us. So my mom moved us to Arkansas with her family and away from the people we loved.
As we arrived at the airport my brother kept chirping on about how exciting it was to be in a real airport.

“Since when did they have fake airports” I snarled

“I don’t know this one’s just realer”

“Shut the fuck up you little shit I don’t want to hear you right now so just keep up and shut up.”

My mom turned around and glared at me with eyes that could kill a VERY large grizzly bear.
“You don’t talk that way young man” she growled

“Or what ,bitch, you’re the one dumping me with this military bastard who doesn’t have the slightest idea
of how to raise a kid just how to raise an army.”

“You’re starting to sound like that military bastard now so just get over it and get to your plane”

With that I stormed onto the plane and put my luggage away while the other passengers eyed me as if I was some kind of freak as I sat down and put In my earbuds the plane got settled down and the engines roared to life behind me. Soon we were cruising at around 24 thousand feet and on our way to Helena. I
fell asleep about half way there and woke up to the sound of tires hitting the runway.

As I got off the plane I notice two things 1: my dad wasn’t there 2: there was a strange man standing outside in the snow holding a sign that said my name on it.
As I exited the building he said my first middle and last name and I walked over.

“Are you Conner James Stocson” he said with a strong Arabic accent.

“Are you working for Alkieda” I asked

With this he frowned and replied strongly

“NO”

“Ok then I will allow you to take me to my dad”

So I got into the cheap taxi and was on my way to my dad’s. The bastard didn’t even want to pick me up from the airport. We drove through the snowy streets past McDonalds and burger king then past the small mall and the Wal-Mart. Soon we arrived at my dad’s large house it was around 25 hundred square feet with five bedrooms and four bathrooms. It also had a hot tub and a large pool.
As I entered the front door I was greeted by my dad.

“Hey Conner how are ya” he breathed into my face, his breath would have made a skunk gag, and by the way he kept correcting his stance I knew one thing, he was drunk.

“I could do with a little less alcohol in your blood thank you”

“You always were a smartass” he said slapping me across the head

“And you were always a despicable bastard” I retorted.

With that he walked off only to be replaced by the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She was 16 and an inch taller than me she had a Native American face and brown hair.