Keeping it in her family

Me and Brooke met in my senior year of high school. She had been a grade ahead of me, and had been one of the popular girls in her class. I, on the other hand, was the opposite. I was quiet, and mostly kept to my self. I wasn’t shy, I would talk to people normally, I just didn’t care to have lot of people around me. After she had graduated, most of her friends went off to college campuses, while she stayed home.

We had met at a mutual friend’s party, and honestly, at first, we didn’t click. We talked for a while, and I tried to flirt with her a little, but she didn’t return the same social cues. Shortly after I graduated, she finally accepted my offer of a date. And from there, we really hit it off. We had polar opposite hobby’s, but that didn’t matter. It’s hard to explain I guess, but we just clicked. I was hers, and for a while, she was mine.

We would hang out all the time. We would go out and do dumb stuff all around town, hang out at each other’s houses, all the dumb young love stuff you could think of. And the sex was wild and amazing. Along with her personality that I fell in love with, Brooke’s body was absolutely amazing. Yeah, her tits were kinda small, but her ass, it was phenomenal. And her face was incredibly beautiful. She definitely got her looks from her mom.

And speaking of her parents, it was a kind of weird situation. Her dad had abandoned them years ago, leaving them for some petite brunette. His loss I suppose. Brooke’s mom, Emma, and her, look almost identical. The biggest difference is Emma’s tits. They’re huge. She had gotten some sort of boob job around this time, and they looked amazing. Still somewhat natural looking, but really perky.

And Emma always really enjoyed when me and Brooke would hang out and their house. She loved watching our relationship grow, and I think she got to relive some of her younger years with us. And she loved to hear me sing. I had picked up guitar at the beginning of high school, and was decent at it. But she loved my voice. I could sing songs that had deeper voices pretty well, and she melted at the sound. She always requested older Waylon Jennings love songs, her favorite. She always jokes that, no matter what happened between me and Brooke she’d always keep me around. I laughed at it then. I’m glad she meant it now.