At seventeen he loved playing X Box, and was pretty good at it. He could play three sports with relative skill. He did so-so in school, and could have done much better if he'd really tried.
He had over thirty sexual fantasies per day. He dreamed about owning a car, but couldn't afford one. He worked to make a little spending money, but not enough to put on a resume.
And, he had a sister, though I suppose that's not something that you could call being average. Still, it's important, because he was average in another way. He paid no attention whatsoever to when her birthday was.
It was made easier for him to forget, that is because she had married her high school sweetheart two months after graduation and moved out, at which time he got her room, which, of course, was bigger than his had been.
He had settled into it happily and, to tell the truth, didn't miss her all that much. That sounds cruel, but it wasn't really. It was more of a survival kind of instinct, which the average guy has inside him, whether he knows it or not.
That had been eleven months ago, and he was also average in-so-far as his attitude about things had changed since then. Life seemed complicated to him, which was also normal. Especially when you have a sister. For those of you men out there who have a sister, you are quite aware that there are several phases that brothers go through as they grow up. First, you compete with her for resources in the family. Maybe that's not a phase, exactly, since it lasts the whole time you both live in the same house.
Actually, come to think of it, that happens later too, once in a while, but that's a different phase. Anyway, then there's the phase where she's a pain in the ass, whether she's younger, or older. She either wants to tag along younger or lord it over you older. In either case, she's a pain in the ass. Then there comes a time when you notice her as a female, as opposed to just a sister.
She grows breasts and all the other things you become acutely aware of that make a woman a woman, and, more than likely, she's the one you're most likely to be able to get a peek at when she's naked.
It's not exactly that you think of her as your sexy sister. No, rather it's that she's sexy So there is some male interest there, though you'd never admit it to anyone.
Then she starts to show interest in boys, and eventually she goes out with them. You, of course, get to see her get ready for these dates. That secret knowledge can be invigorating Say, for instance, that she's getting ready for a date and everything is going well. Her hair is working, and she has the right outfit, and her makeup is going on just the way she wants it to.
You, as her brother, may be ignored to the point that you can actually stand in the room with her, as she sits in her bra and panties or, if you're extremely lucky, just her panties, and have a conversation with her while you stare at her good parts.
She's looking her best, which you'll remember for later, just in case you need to ease the pressure in the old tube snake. On the other hand, if things aren't going well as she gets ready, you'd probably be better off being thrown in the lion cage at the zoo at feeding time You don't even have to be in the room to feel her rage at times like that, and she looks for any excuse to vent her anger. And, since she can't vent at the parental units Anyway, whatever happens, you're there when she comes back home.
Again, it can be euphoria, or disaster, depending on what happened on her date. If you're like most brothers, the single thing you want to do most is be in a secret place where you can see her undress.
This is because you want to see if her bra is still on. You can always hope for the pinnacle of peeping pleasure That's good for the next hundred jerk off sessions. Not to mention how good it is for blackmail evidence, should you need that in the future. And, if you have a sister, you'll always need blackmail evidence, sooner or later.
It gets complicated, though, depending on who she went out with. If it was a guy you like, or respect, then her coming home sans panties is just fine. On the other hand, if the guy's a jerk, a bare bush brings the blood to a boil.
Not that there's anything you can do about it. She won't listen to her brother's advice on who not to date. That would be common sense, and we all know how much common sense women have when it comes to picking a guy. Which brings us back to Bob Richards. He had done all the normal things guys do as his older sister, Lori, grew up, and dated and all that.
It was complicated by the fact that she was a cheerleader, and therefore sought after by many a horny guy. Bob's life was made a little easier by virtue of the fact that she seemed to have reasonably good common sense most of the time. He based that on the three times he actually got into position to see her undress after a date. Two of those times she was wearing her bra when her top came off.
All three times she had on her panties and she didn't treat them like they were evidence of something she didn't want their mother to find in the hamper. Then Randy Metzger set his sights on her, and everything went to shit. Randy was one of those guys who tries to get in every girl's panties, whether he likes her or not. He had actually been heard to say "Put a flag over the ugly bitch's face and fuck her for patriotism's sake. That guy is a snake and I'll be worried about you all night.
She kissed her image in the mirror. As you can plainly see all I have on is my bra and panties. For who knows what reason, Lori had decided that Randy was going to get out of the fuck 'em and leave 'em business. She knew his rep. But the way she dealt with it was to keep her legs closed.
She let him play just a little, but wouldn't let him do anything that involved semen coming out of his prick. Bob knew this because he overheard her talking to Karen Singleton during a sleepover when Karen came over. Randy, of course, claimed he fucked her brains out every time they went out, which everybody pretty well knew was horse shit, but wanted to believe anyway just because Lori was a stone fox.
And, oddly enough, it seemed to work. When he couldn't get in her pants, he tried harder and harder until she extracted a ring from him. Even then she didn't let him fuck her. She started blowing him then, but he didn't crawl between her silky white thighs until their wedding night. I, your humble author, know this, because Bob told me. He knew this because So about now you're saying "Well get on with it!
It takes time to tell a story well. Okay, okay, calm down I'll get on with it. Anyway, suffice it to say that Bob didn't like his brother-in-law, before or after they were related. You could say it was one of those "He's not good enough for my sister," things.
Randy Metzger wasn't anywhere near good enough for Lori. But she married him anyway. Which is why, after Bob moved into her room and took it over for his own, it was easier to put her out of his mind as a jerk-off fantasy, which made it easier to forget her in general, which made it easier to forget her birthday.
Now, after a year of college, during which Randy got drunk way too often, and missed practices, and destroyed somebody's property and got kicked off the team and lost his scholarship Lori got a job, while Randy "looked for one" and stayed home with the baby.
Even so, Bob got to see a lot more of him than he had ever wanted to. Which was why Bob thought life was so complicated. He had to be nice to the guy, because he was family.
He was an idiot, but he was family. Now, Bob was trying to kill monsters, and his brother-in-law was sitting on the bed behind him drinking one of his father's imported beers. Bob was pretty sure he'd be blamed for that, at least in the beginning. He liked to make fun of Bob. Bob couldn't figure out why a guy with a year of college would want to hang around with a seventeen year old kid. Unless, of course, it was to be able to make fun of him. You could donate a night of babysitting for us so I could take her out on the town.
You know, I'd wine her and dine her at someplace special