Chris needed release for the feelings his sister was giving him, but he couldn't bring himself to use her for that release. Then he thought of Amber - they had gone to school together for years, and now his parents had bought a house right next door to her (ain't coincidences great?). She had been turning him on for as long as he could remember, but she had always thought of him as a "friend". Now, he had a way to add some benefits to that friendship.
Before he got to work on that, he had to deal with Samantha. It would be awkward to have her feeling herself up on the floor while he was getting busy with Amber. He needed her gone, but he also wanted to punish her for what she had done to him with the rock. "I wish you would go into your room and close the door. I wish you would keep playing with yourself, staying on the verge of orgasm, but not be able to cum." As she started towards her room, he thought about his parents. "I wish mom and dad would ignore any sounds coming from our rooms, and will have no interest in checking on us."
When he heard her door close behind her, he squeezed the rock tightly. "I wish Amber were in my room."
A confused Amber, dressed in her volleyball uniform, appeared suddenly in his room. "Chris? How did... what am I doing here?" she demanded as she glanced around the room.
"I wish you remembered walking to my house and coming in my room. I wish you wanted to be here."
Her look of angry confusion changed into a friendly smile. "What's up?" she cheerily asked, as she sat next to him on his bed.
Chris looked her over carefully. She must have been at one of her games when he wished her here. Her face was completely devoid of makeup. She had her shoulder-length brown hair pulled back in a simple pony-tail. Her tee-shirt was a little baggy, but still showed the outline of her perky little b-cups. Her shorts allowed him to admire what he had always liked about her - her long, well-toned legs. She had always been into athletics more than aesthetics, but he knew that with a few tweaks he could be sitting next to a total knockout.
"What would you like to change about your looks?" he asked her.
"Chris!" she said, giving him a slightly-harder-than-playful punch on the shoulder. "What kind of question is that?"
"I wish you trusted me completely. I wish you would answer any question I ask you."
Amber gave him a confused look. "Of course I trust you, Chris. What'd you wanna know?"
"What would you like to change about your looks?" he repeated. He braced himself for the torrent of changes he was sure she was about to list.
"I miss my long hair."
That was it. After a few seconds he asked "Really? Is that all you would change?"
"Yeah, it used to be pretty long. I just don't have the time to take care of it like I used to."
Chris was astounded. He couldn't believe that a woman wouldn't want to look like a supermodel or porn star if given the chance.
So...
Thu Sep 25 12:30:28 2008