Meet The Andrews Part 1 - Sex Stories

Meet The Andrews Part 1

Prelude I wake up and see the ray of sunshine coming through the bay windows of my apartment. This isn't even mine, but owned by the mogul Michael Jonas. He flew me out here to do a story about a family—'an interesting family', as he put it. He instructed me to go visit them at their house and to be there at 9 am the latest. I look over at my clock. Shit, I think, it's already 8 am . I quickly get up and throw on the first things out of my suitcase: a navy blue shirt, a black bra, underwear and a black skirt. I quickly look in the mirror and fix up my bed-head hair and throw on some mascara before I grab my new pink heels and my book bag, with my writing materials, and head out the door to my rental car—a pink Lamborghini. As I sit in it and start it up, letting the engine purr, I smile softly. These people have a ton of freaking money to let someone have this for a rental. I turn on the navigation and it’s all set up, taking me on a short journey into a residential neighborhood on the beach. Odd. It pulls me up to a grand house, that is about as big as the rest. I pull into the driveway and see Mr. Jonas, with a beer in one hand sitting on the steps up to the house, waving kindly at me. I turn off the car and look at the time: 9:03 am. I sigh and get out, walking over to him. He’s wearing a white 'wife beater' and blue jeans with black dress shoes. His blonde, medium length hair is spiked up at the top. I look at him, stunned to see him so causal. “Hello, Mr. Jonas, I’m ...

... Jaden. I’m here to interview the, um...” I look down trying to remember their names, as he waves his beer casually in front of himself. “I never gave you their names, sweetie.” He stands up. “Now, let's get inside and meet them. You’ll know who they are.” He winks and opens the door leading me in. I walk into a hallway with a large kitchen at the end leading outside and a grand living room with a door to the left of me, along with a small staircase in a wall to my right leading up to what looks like rooms. The grand living room has a large 65 inch TV, a large sofa, a big black leather lazy boy armchair and a few glass tables. The kitchen has a marble island that looks to the living room. Around it are stool chairs and a marble counter top, with a blue wavy back-splash and deep blue cabinets with gold nobs. I step into the living area as Mr. Jonas opens up the door to my left, smirks, and then closes it, before joining me. “Sit on a stool. I'm sure our hosts will be right with us.” He smiles warmly before going to the stair and shouting, “Get down now before I bring you down myself!” I hear a faint call down as a woman walks down the steps—the woman who will change my life forever. Chapter One: Welcome to My World She stands just about five feet tall wearing a pair a tight-fit jeans and a red tank top, just showing a little of her breast. They don’t look bigger than around a B cup. I look down at my B's feeling oddly happier to see the same size. She has on a brown cardigan that ...