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The Koval Ackerman Club .... (M/f/F)(6k)
Anime Addiction
I.)
I found myself driving my idiot sister to her friend's house again. Since I have my license and have the unfortunate predicament of having to use my parents car, it was out upon me the obligation of providing ceaseless transport for her in exchange for almost unlimited use of the car.
I pulled up to the house. I suddenly remembered that my sister's friend, Sherry, had an older sister and brother who used to fuck everyday until the older brother somehow got in trouble with the authorities. I couldn't even imagine me and my sister kissing for Christ's sake!
Sherry was supposed to sleep over that night, so she had to pack everything she owned and I ended up having to carry the bulk of the luggage to the car. The arduous process completed, I was ready to drive the girls back to my house.
Looking in the rear view mirror (just out of habit) I actually saw Sherry for real. She looked like on of those anime characters. She had layered brown hair and her eyes seemed further apart than most girls. Her eyes, like those in the cartoons, were large and carried most of her expressions.
The arrival at my house allowed me to take more of her in. She was taller than my sister and her chest wasn't exactly anything to speak of, but her long legs just made her look something different. There was a powerful sexual aura about her. Having known about her 'other' family affairs, I wondered whether or not this aura-thing is genetic. Both my sister and her friend were 13 and their birthdays only two days apart.
I was about to visit my sister and Sherry in her room, but I received a message to a call my girlfriend that evening and I found out we had to go out to the mall. We just started going out and nothing seemed to be getting anywhere with her.
II.)
I returned from the mall feeling sort of rejected. This redhead, Kristen, just held my hand and nothing else happened. Nothing! I walked downstairs to a little den I share with my sister where there's a TV, stereo, etc. Sherry and my sister were beginning to watch Snow White and my sister was leaving to go upstairs to forage for popcorn. Sherry beckoned me over to get all comfy with her on the old, tattered couch. She asked me how my date had gone and I couldn't lie. She sighed and put her arms around me and apologized; her face dangerously close to mine. My sister suddenly appeared around the corner and walked into the room heavy with the burden of 2 liters of soda and Orville's buttery best. I blushed when she looked disapprovingly at Sherry's new found intimacy with me......(cont)
The Koval Ackerman Club
The rain picks up as you rush up to find a way inside the seemingly condemned building. You were new to the area, although your husband wasn't. It was his hometown, a hicktown really. Your closest neighbor is a mile down the road. You told your husband you were to make a trek down the road to meet the neighbor. So you had thought a walk down the road was in order not only to situate yourself, but to also really get to know the nuances of the bumpy dirt road (and possibly lose a few bounds). However it only appeared to complicate things and ruin your leather pocketbook.
You feel a sudden sense of urgency as you fumble along the outside of the sad looking grey building. After tripping, you pick yourself up and look at what you had tripped on. A rock. You laugh because you thought you fell over a skull or gun or something. You look more widely at the scene now and convince yourself that the whole situation of being lost in a town foreign to you doesn't mean you're going to end up in a horror film plot. You pleasure yourself after brushing the dirt of you as best you can by looking at the trees hidden in the light mist off to the side of the building.
After regaining your composure you continue your search for a way into the building. A-ha! A bulkhead. You rush toward it and it opens easily. You expect it to squeak loudly, but it doesn't. You cover your face with your arms as you expect the thick cobwebs that build up in bulkheads to engulf you, but there aren't any. In fact, there is a light on inside the basement, swaying back in forth slowly.
It's a small basement, probably because of the age of the house. There's these little shell shaped mushrooms growing all over the rocky floor. There is a well worn path through the mushrooms to a staircase. Also, there is a window at the far corner of one of the walls. You glance out of it... still raining.
You climb up a flight of crickity old stairs to a red door. You push and pull until it comes loose.
"Who are you?" asks a very started man wearing a bathrobe holding a tube of K-Y jelly.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry. I was out in the rain and I thought this was an empty house so I could stay dry and...," you ramble.
"Alright, alright...", the man says briskly.
A woman walks in completely nude.
"Tom? Oh, Tom, did you find them they're just under the... Mmmmm,
who's the redhead?"
"I dunno, she just walked in," Tom says with a sense of appeal, "and I
think she won't want to leave until we give her 'The Tour.'"
"A tour, this house isn't really much to look at, umm...," you look
over to the woman, "Why aren't you wearing anything?"
"Well, this isn't your house is it? I always walk around in the buff,
don't I Tom?"
"Well, I wouldn't know. I'm not your husband, am I Sheryl?"
You don't know what's going on and being slightly frightened you turn
away when Tom grabs you and says, "You aren't leaving until you have
'The Tour.'"......(cont)
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