Be My Guide, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Be My Guide, Part 1

... unpacked, but it's great to be home! I'll see you at dinner," she said, and gave me another hug before running up to her bedroom. I couldn't help but watch her beautiful ass sway as she ran up the stairs. I went back upstairs and played my video game until Heather called me down for dinner. She had made spaghetti, Brooke's favorite. Nobody really minded though; who doesn't love spaghetti? I sat down at the table to my father reading his newspaper and Brooke texting on her phone. Heather placed all the food on the table and we began our meal. "So, Brooke, how has college been?" asked Heather. "It's been great! I was telling Shaun earlier about how much he's going to love it," Brooke replied. "Shaun has to worry about high school first. Did you do well on all of your finals?" my father asked me. "Yes, dad. My lowest score was an 89% in English. But other than that, all As," I replied with an offensive tone. "Good, that's what I like to hear. Keep your grades up and you'll be able to get into a good college. Maybe even Princeton," said my father. My father is a typical hard ass. He had a 4.0 GPA in high school, aced his SATs, and graduated Summa Cum Laude from Princeton. Needless to say, he has high expectations of me. He was always on me to stay involved in school and keep my grades as high as possible. I took the SAT once and scored a 2100, which would more than satisfy most parents, having their child be in the ninety-seventh percentile. But my father wanted more. "Anyways, ...

... Brooke; How are you doing in school?" asked my father. Despite being from completely different parents, Brooke is no box of rocks either. However, my father didn't hold her to as high of expectations as he did me, since she isn't his own daughter. She graduated as Salutatorian from our high school and was named athlete of the year. She was an outstanding volleyball player. I remember going to all of their games to cheer her on. In retrospect, I guess my main motivator for going to all of those games was to see Brooke in spandex shorts. "I'm doing well. I recently changed my major to Psychology; I find the human mind fascinating," she said. "I'm glad to hear that, there wasn't much you could have done with an English degree anyways. Unless you wanted to spend your life as a teacher," said my father. "I guess," Brooke replied. My father's comment was quite offensive, as Brooke had mentioned being a teacher multiple times in the past. Dinner carried on pretty quietly from that point, with only a few mumblings here and there before I asked to be excused. I was quite tired so I went to bed right away. I woke up early the next day for my last day of school. School went by pretty normally. We got all of our books checked in and they sent us on our way. I drove around with some friends for a while before going home. I got home, and went upstairs. With all the commotion of Brooke being home the last day or so, I hadn't had a chance to catch a quick fap yet. I pulled up my favorite site ...