ZZ1 – White_(1)

-From the beast within-

(This story is pure fiction. none of it is nor ever will take place)

Humm, where to begin. Well I guess I’ll start with me. My name is Sean. I’ll be 16 in a few weeks. Or at least I hope I will. So long as things go smoothly, my parents won’t have killed me beforehand. But that’s getting a little ahead of myself.
I live the “average white middle class family living in a average town” life. I play basketball, B-team. Never had the ambition, dedication, or coordination to make the A-team. Age and raging hormones mean any two legged female gets a glance. A few get a bit more. A few of the few will leave me walking with three legs for a few hours. Like I said, average 15 year old. I guess that’s what’s led me to my current predicament. I’m the oldest of three kids. We are all about 5 years apart, and the only boy. My two sisters are Shawna and Sierra. Ya, the parents got stuck on “S” names. Leaves Mom tongue tied a times. She can get herself so worked up she ends up hissing like a snake with a bad lisp.
Well anyway, I’ve always been a leg man. A girl walking by with nice legs and showing em off with a short skirt will definitely get my blood flowing. Wrap those legs in pantyhose or tights and I’ll start drooling like Pavlov’s dog. I’ve never taken any interest in my sisters. They’ve always just been my kid sisters. Nothing more. At least till two weeks ago. It was Easter Sunday, and we’re all getting dressed up for a church function. It had been awhile since any of us had been to church. Dad used to work in the oil fields and we moved around a bit. But he landed a job with an engineering firm and we kinda settled in.
This would make the first real holiday we attended church, so mom wanted us all dressed up nice. I had to get fitted for a new suit the week before, it matched Dad’s. The girls and mom got matching dresses, shoes and tights. White and flowery. My eyes wandered on autopilot till Shawna elbowed me in the ribs and whispered “Earth to Sean! Anybody home? You ready to go or what?”
All I could manage to spit out was “um, ya I suppose”. If I hadn’t been so numb I might noticed the evil twinkle in Shawna’s eyes that she gets when she has something devious on her mind. As it was all I could focus on was Shawna’s and Sierra’s knee length dresses, white strappy shoes and those beautiful white nylon covered legs. I spent the next few hours hiding the tent in my trousers. This was something new. I had never felt this way towards my own sisters. I knew it was wrong in so many ways. They were both way younger than me, jailbait as the popular term goes. Then there was the taboo of siblings. I guess if I had left it at that, you wouldn’t be here reading what I’ve written.
I couldn’t get home fast enough. I had to manually alleviate the pressure or I’m sure I would have exploded. Nothing much came of the rest of the day. I spent the afternoon avoiding my sisters while hiding in the garage tinkering on my old pickup. It was a gift from dad last year when I turned 15. We had spent the last year fixing it up so I could drive it when I turned 16 (if I live that long!). I worked till supper time and cleaned up, had dinner and spent the rest of the evening hanging out in my “dungeon” as the rest of the family calls it. The house we live in is one of those ones you buy with a completed upstairs and a unfinished basement. We bought it from the original owners who had started finishing out the basement. One of the basement rooms was very large. As mom and dad and the sisters got the upstairs rooms, they thought I might like a little privacy. It was nice. I had my own bathroom, and the door to the garage was right outside my door. Plus I could crank up my music and it wouldn’t bother anyone as it was one the opposite end of the house.
This had other advantages too. I could leave the walk in door to the garage unlocked at night, and my girlfriend, Tina, could sneak over for an evening. She lived two blocks over. It was kind of an open ended relationship. More like friends with benefits. I helped keep her car running (she had been 16 for half the year now), and she paid me orally.