God, I’ve missed this. This is all that I’ve wanted for so long; a stress-free day, spending time with the people that I don’t hate. No books, no meaningless words, no packets, no slides, no worries. Just being in the front yard, tossin’ the ol’ pigskin around with my pop and lil’ bro. I hate how I just took moments like this for granted. Times like these were always the best.
“Yo, Chad, how many 1’s and 0’s would it take to simulate yourself a girlfriend?” dad jokes, tossing the football to Jason. Jason was my younger brother.
“About as many as it would take to shield everyone from the glare of your bald head,” I joke back, earning a laugh from everyone,
“Joke all ya want. I still got your mother, didn’t I? How do you think I got with her?”
“A bad dare and terrible luck with drawing straws?”
“Alright, smartass, that ‘Bad dare and straw drawing’ got ya here.”
“And I’m forever grateful for mom’s friends.”
We share another laugh as Jason passes the ball to me. I toss it to dad and he says,
“Alright, poindexter, let’s see if your reflexes are as quick as your mouth. Go long.”
I do as instructed, running back as he draws back for the throw. Once I’m far enough, he throws his signature “Perfect Spiral” directly towards me. I keep my eyes right on the ball, being sure that my momentum matches it perfectly. Then, unsurprisingly, it lands directly into my perfect hands. And I waste no time. I charge right back at him, aiming for the street lamp right behind him.
Jason then charges at me, stepping in the way between me and my goal. Big mistake, little man. We charge closer and closer and closer to each other, neither of us having a shred of a thought of retreating in mind. Once he’s close enough to me, I side-step past him, continuing my pursuit to the lamp. Easy.
Now comes the real challenge. Not only is that trick not gonna work on dad, something I’ve learned the hard way, but because of his size, barging through him isn’t really a viable option either. Plus, with Jason hot on my tail, even if I were able to at least lock up with him, he’s gonna ensure that that won’t last long. So I’ve only got one option.
I run at dad with everything I’ve got. He gets in his stance, planting his feet to the ground. I narrow my eyes. He pulls up his shorts. I look behind me to see Jason closing the already narrow gap between us. Wait for it...Wait for it...Now!
I toss the ball over dad’s head, taking him off guard as he turns his attention to it. Perfect. I dive, tuck, and roll through his legs, getting past him before catching the ball, hearing the collision between dad and Jason behind me as I merrily skip to the street lamp, claiming my victory.
“YEAH!!!” I celebrate in satirized typical sportsman fashion, spiking the ball on the ground, “YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME!!! NO ONE CAN TOUCH ME!!! I’M THE GREATEST!!! I”M ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!! THIS IS WHAT I DO!!! TOO EASY!!! TAKE ME OUT THE GAME, CO-”
My glory is interrupted with a high pitched scream. It sounds like it’s coming from behind me. And it’s getting louder. I turn to see the source of the ear piercing noise, but before I can even get them in my peripheral vision, I feel someone tackle my side, latching onto me as they continue their scream. I laugh in response to the spear, instantly recognizing who the culprit is upon seeing her short black hair.
“What’s up, Courtney?” I say through my laugh, wrapping my arm around her little body,
“Why didn’t you tell me you came back, you big meanie?!” she says, still doing her best to replicate the jaws of life,
“Why did you decide to go swimming today of all days?”
“Because I have friends. Ever hear of ‘em?”
“Oh, trust me, I’ve heard all about you and your friends.” I said.
“That’s not what I meant, you jerk.”
“I’m not hearing any denial.”
She pouts before blushing and turning away from me. She’s so goddamn adorable.
“You’re so mean to me,” she whines,
“Only because I love you,” I reply, kissing her on the forehead,
“Daaaad, Chad’s bullying meeee.”
She jokingly runs over to dad, acting like a bratty toddler, which is feeling to me, Courtney turned 18 a few months ago, and despite her being the most "mature" of dad's kids according to our mother. She was back to her child like self in front of family.
As Courtney ran over, she unknowingly gives me the perfect view of her taut little ass in her bikini bottoms. That along with the little peep I was able to catch of her tits through her loose top causes me to envision her without her two piece. Fuck, what I’d give to really show her how much I’ve missed her. Probably the one of the only girls I can think of that’ll make me lose my challenge, sadly. She’s just too damn hot. Puberty hit her like hard and damn her "little ass" not so little anymore.
“That sound good to you, Chad?” I hear dad say, snapping me out of my thoughts,
“U-uh-...wha- huh?” I ask, not hearing the question. "Fuck am I actually thinking about my own sister this way? I think to myself. This "challenge" I put myself in really fucked up my libido.
“I was just saying that since Jason’s game is in 15 minutes and since you don’t like going, you could just stay here if you want.”
“And I’m staying, too,” Courtney adds on, aiding my choice, “15 minutes is not enough time for me to get ready.”
“U-uh, yeah...Yeah. Sounds good.”
“Alright,” dad says, “Go tell your mother we’re in the car and we’ll see ya in a couple hours. Let’s go, Jason! Let’s give ‘em hell!!!”
“Yeah!” Jason reciprocates, “We’re gonna give ‘em hell!!!”
They continue their rampage of pep as Courtney and I head inside. We both head upstairs, going our separate ways as she heads to the bathroom and I head to mom and dad’s room. I knock on the door before hearing mom say,
“I know. I’ll be down in a moment.”
Well, that takes care of that. I head to my room, shutting the door before going to my bed and collapsing on it. God, I’ve missed this fluffy bed. So soft and comfy. Always got the job done when I had to sleep. I bet it has its other uses, too. Especially if I had my “Friends” here to help me figure out those other uses. I start to feel to covers of my bed, when I sudden felt to the urge to jerk it again. A feeling I wanted to put off as far as possible. I had not jerk off in what seems like months since the last semester. This is because of a challenge I put on in order to focus on studying and to recover from porn addiction I had since my first year. The tipping point was jerking it while my roommate Jake walked in. That asshole told the whole floor, and now the whole dorm knows. Since then I had resisted due to shame, until now!
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