One in a Million - Sex Stories

One in a Million

"Joseph P Cain! Get your lazy ass up right now mister before your late for school!" I awoke groggily to the sound an alarm an angry mother standing in the doorway. "Wha? What time is it?" I asked still trying to shake my morning coma "It is almost seven o'clock and I need to go get ready for work." I jumped out of bed wide awake now. "WHAT?! I'm going to be so late!" mom covered her eyes as my morning wood poked at my pants. "Oh for pete's sake can't you wait until after I leave the room?" she said as she shook her head "Sorry, but i'm kinda in a hurry here." I said as I grabbed my clothes from the closet and headed into the shower. My mom just shook her head again and left the room. Okay, so first off, yeah my name is Joseph, but only my mom calls me that. Everybody else just calls me J.P. I am 17 years old, light skin tone with light blonde hair and hazel eyes. I am just your average geek in school, A-B average grades, loves books, hopeless with girls, bullied by jocks, yeah just your average wallflower. I come out the shower, dress quickly, grab my backpack and run into the kitchen nearly mowing down my twin sister Josephine. We both fall on our asses and grunt in pain. Physically, she looks just like me, but has a slight build from being captain of the basketball team and the boxing team and the track and field squad and the wrestling team, now she trying to get a spot on the football team with no luck. Even though my sister is a jock she still has good grades and ...

... it's pretty popular around school. she can even be nice to me sometimes."Hey Speedy, where are you going so fast?" Jo asked picking herself up from the ground and giving me a hand afterwards. "Stop calling me that, you know I hate that name." I grumbled accepting the helping hand. "But you know you'd be great for the Track team! you might even be able to start doing Cross country if you're lucky." she said "Jo we've both had this conversation a million times, I'm out of shape, slow, and get tired easily. I'm not sporting material." I counted of the reasons as I grabbed a bagel and my keys. "Maybe if you actually applied yourself to being stronger you'd get there and stop being picked on so much." I rolled my eyes as we stepped out the house toward the school, we started another tirade about me joining up as we usually do and arrive at school just before the bell rings. We both went to our separate classes, me in english class and her in math class. As soon as I stepped into the room, however, my (somewhat) good morning ended abruptly. "Mr. Cain, would you please tell me as to why you are late to my classroom again?" a sharp voice asked. I turned around to face my teacher. Ms Garfield looked like a nice enough person but unfortunately, looks can be deceiving, especially in her case. She is the toughest teacher we have in the whole school, which is saying a lot. She gives out twice the amount of homework and is always keen on giving three-paged essays. Thankfully, english is my ...