Get inside the house

Fred: Sure!

Once inside, I followed Sarah to the kitchen-dining room. There is something about her that manage to tease me.

Sarah: How is your dad doing, Fred? I haven't seen him around in a while.

Fred: Oh, he is fine! Work has him busy a lot more now.

My father, Owen Rogers owned a financial firm. But before that, he works at a business firm owned by Jacobee Wendell's father. Then eight years ago Cleo Rogers, his wife and my mother died in a car accident. My father eventually falls in-love with his secretary named Malina. Two years after, he married her and adopted her daughters Carolyn, and Louelle. Carolyn is two years older than me while Louelle is a year younger than her and a year older than me.

Sarah: Tell them to call me sometime! I'd like to catch up! Now can I get you something to drink?

Fred: No thanks Mrs. Wil- S-Sarah. I-I'm good.

Sarah: Suit yourself.

Sarah bends down to trying to see into the fridge, rummaging around for a cold drink. I tear my eyes away from Sarah's butt, not wanting to be caught ogling. My cock by now was rock hard and throbbing inside my jogging pants. I see the remainder of Steven's party last night, half empty and empty bottles scattered around the table and floor...

Fred: Did he have a party last night.?

Sarah: Of course he did!

Fred: Speaking of Steven, where is he?

Sarah: Last I saw he was still in bed, drunk as a skunk.

Fred: What? Darn it! We're already running late for baseball practice!

Sarah: Wake him up for me? I'll prepare a quick breakfast for you guys.

Fred: Of course. Thanks, Sarah!

I quickly left the kitchen-dining room and went bursting to Steven's bedroom...

Fred: STEVEN! Wake up, you drunken fool! Steven!!

Steven: *moan*

Fred: How are still sleeping? Get up! We have baseball practice like an hour ago!

Steven: No brooooo. I'm not going! My head is killing me... let me go back to sleep...

Fred: Seriously? Bro, come on!

I forced Steven to sit up, then put his arm over my neck for support, ready to stand him up.

Sarah: What can I do?

Fred: Can you make some coffee, Sarah?

Steven: Sarah?

Fred: Your mom, dude.

Sarah: Sure, I'll get it ready right away.

Fred: And make it strong. He will need it.

Sarah: Alright, whatever you say. I'll go make that coffee.

Fred: Thanks, Sarah.

I drag Steven into the bathroom, his drunkenness is worse than I thought.

Fred: Come on, Steven give me a little help.

Steven: Mmm...

Fred: OK, we're in.

Suddenly my pal throws up all over me. Good thing we are at the bathroom, but my shirt and pants is now covered in puke.

Fred: Gah! Are you kidding me?!

Steven: Soo sorry broo.

Fred: You're not sorry at all. Be happy we're in the bathroom or Sarah will get mad.

Steven: My mom?

Fred: Yes your mother. Now let's get you naked.

Steven: Zzz...

Fred: Damn Steven! Don't even think about falling asleep again!

Steven: Mmm...

I am busy helping Steven that I forgot to close the bathroom door. I manage to strip my friend's boxers. Without loosing sight of him and his erratic movents, I manage to undress myself as quickly as I can.