Hello my readers. Most of you won't bother reading this, but it may be important latter.

This is just a message telling you that this story will be a bit different that my other ones. This one will be as realistic as possible, so magic and tentacles will be on the bench for the foreseeable future. I wanted to try something less mystic-y and more my style. I encourage you to create new paths for this story, it will make it more fun and interesting.

I woke up. I lazily smacked the snooze button on my alarm clock and stretched out my arms. It was the first day of my final year of high-school. I was 19-years-old, so I should have been in college already, but I was forced to lose a year of school do to family issues.

I looked at my alarm clock. It was 6:30 am. Weird, I normally woke up at 7:00. Next to my clock on my nightstand was a family photo. I was a bastard child with a stepmom and a stepsister. My dad married a few years ago and they had been living with us ever since.

My stepmother Mary was an attractive 32-year-old woman, who had one daughter from a teenage pregnancy and I was pretty sure was a gold digger, though I had nothing to back it up. It was just a feeling. She married my dad when she was 25 and he was 38. That was 8 years ago. In that time I learned that she was nice enough as a person. She loved the outdoors and shopping, odd combination, I know.

Her hair was golden blonde and it was usually let loose like a waterfall. She was five seven with long slender legs. Her breasts were a nice 36DD, and a gift from my dad. Her face was very hot, specially when she was flashing a smile.

My dad Conor was a 45-year-old Irish immigrant with darkish brown hair. He was lucky enough to get accepted on a university on California early in live. He moved to California to study and then immediately got lucky again, scoring a great job on a national law firm. My mom was one of his secretaries, who had to be barely 18 at the time. I don’t know much about her, only that I have her blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a hard worker and family man, always making sure I had everything I needed growing up.

My stepsister was Amber, a hotheaded eighteen year old. She wasn’t related to me and never pretended to be. Even though we basically grew up together, we never warmed up to each other. Amber stood at five six, with an athletic body, perfect bubble butt, 32D tits she somehow convinced dad to buy her, and blonde hair she dyed at the tips.

She went to the same school and grade as me, but thank God we hardly had classes together. She was the type of girl that insisted to her boyfriend on waiting until marriage, yet flashed a pick to all the boys for the fun of seeing them squirm.

As for me, my name was Richard O’Connor. As I said, I was nineteen years old that still went to high school. I fell under the nice guy category, and as I found out, been the nice guy sucked. I was single and had always been. I really wanted a girlfriend! Maybe this was the year.

I got off my bed and picked up my phone. I had half an hour to kill so I started browsing the internet. I somehow landed on a porn side and began watching one of my favorite videos. It was titled 'Lovely In Latex'. I knew I had half an hour to rub on off, time quickly caught up and there was a knocking at my door.

“Wake up! Breakfast is ready!” I heard my gorgeous stepmother called.

Unknowingly I sped up my hand. Damn, she was gorgeous. I would give anything for a piece of her, but I knew that the closest thing I would ever get was a wet dream.

I really needed a girlfriend, maybe a girl from school.

And I still had a hard on. Fuck!