Good Girls: New year, new problems - Sex Stories

Good Girls: New year, new problems

Kyle wasn’t sure about going to school. His mother insisted it would be all right but… What if nobody recognizes me? What if Hannah doesn’t…? He’d spent the entire summer before his senior year with his aunt, uncle and cousins. Much to everyone’s surprise, Kyle had still had some growing to do. He’d gone from 5’8” to 6’2” in a few months, and that was after the growth spurt he’d had the Christmas of junior year. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he barely even knew who he was. Where once an overweight seventeen year old kid had stood, an eighteen year old giant with a slim muscular form stood; they’d told him his father was tall but he’d never expected to get anything other than his father’s strange golden hair and hazel eyes, both of which had never really done much to help him look handsome. He was nervous about it, to say the least. He sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the mirror until he heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” He saw his sister Casey walk in and shut the door, leaning back against it and keeping her eyes on the mirror. She’d been acting strange since he’d gotten back last week, but he didn’t really want to ask if it was because of how different he looked, or how different he acted. So much had happened while he’d been gone… He wondered if they’d ever be the same happy go lucky ‘bonus’ siblings they’d been. “What’s up?” “Mom wants you down stairs for breakfast.” “Okay… I’ll be down in a second.” “You really don’t have to wear that shirt.” He ...

... plucked at the collar and frowned at his reflection. “What do you mean? Mom always wants us to where nice clothes for the first day.” Casey just smiled sheepishly and walked in the room a few steps. Kyle’s bedroom was made so that the only thing anyone could see when entering was the mirror propped up in the corner, and even that hid most of the room. The small hallway was one of the reasons he liked the room. He turned and looked at her, really looked at her. She was beautiful, really; always a girl he found himself measuring potential girlfriends against. Her hair was long a brown, falling down to her mid back in a super long braid. Her eyes were blue and they had a tendency to be outlined with glitter, something she’d picked up when she was younger. Although he abhorred himself for it, he scoped her out as he did every girl: a very nice chest, probably a large B cup, sexy hips and legs that made every guy who looked at her drool. She was stunning. He made sure to keep his eyes locked on her as he checked her out; or at least he tried. She grinned shyly at him as she sat on his bedside table, still keeping very far away he noticed. “You hate dressing up. Collared shirts make you itch. And the slacks are a bit much, don’t you think?” She chuckled behind her hand, one of the many nervous habits she had, and it made him smile to see. Immediately though she let her eyes drop to the floor and his smile vanished. “Yeah but mom will get onto me if I don’t…” “Forget her. Do what you ...