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Chapter 2 by darkwindofchaos darkwindofchaos

What happens when the parents leave?

a less than brief description of our hero, and his nice piece of ass (not necessarily in that order)

Let me take this opportunity to describe both Alli and myself. Alli is five nine, with gorgeous legs that seem to stretch on forever, a slim waist, and a breast size of 36B. She has shoulder length wavy light-brown hair, luxuriously full lips, a small, cute nose, olive skin, and eyes the color of amber. Alli is and has been insatiably flirtatious since puberty, especially with me. This didn’t bother me much when she was fourteen and I was eighteen, but give it a year and her sheer beauty hit me like a cinderblock. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no pedophile – not by a long shot, but I know a nice ass when I see one, and when a nice pair of legs is attached, and they are being flaunted in my direction, it gives me good reason to await legality on bated breath. Anyway, these weren’t the only positives to Alli. She’s incredibly smart, reads like, well, for lack of a better analogy, something that reads a lot, and she has a sense of humor that has few boundaries. Her brother cant stand her presence, but she shrugs him off like nothing doing, and goes right on talking it up with whoever happens to be there at the time, which, in most cases, is me and a couple of my less nerdy friends.

I’d never seen a girl get into a pissing contest (not literally) with a guy, until Alli came out of her preadolescent shell, and started making bets about things like whose bra size was bigger, hers or Freddy’s. (Fred is three hundred and twelve pounds, but he is the first person to laugh at himself) in the end, she lost the bet (we actually had to get Freddy fitted for a bra, and it turned out she was almost a full cup size smaller – that, by the way, is how I know her bra size), but the dare attached was to eat a fried grasshopper – in other words, nothing serious, so she was okay.

And then, there’s me. I’m about six feet, and six foot two inches tall (okay, bad penis joke, if anyone caught that – but really, I’m six foot two inches tall), broad shouldered, barrel chested, and not poorly endowed in the least, and to those of you who have no imagination, well too bad for you. I have been told that I have bedroom eyes, whatever that means, which are almond shaped and hazel in color. Up until recently, I was a bit heavyset, but I started a strict regimen of push ups, sit ups, and freestyle swimming about a year back, and now, I have the physique of a roman god, albeit more hairy. Okay, so I suppose you could say that writing this story is a bit of an ego trip, but who cares – at least it’s a fun ego trip.

So that’s her, and that’s me, and now, without further ado, here’s what happened...

alright already with the descriptions! what happened?!

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