Russian Vodka
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
Alexander sighed. It'd been horrible weather all day, grey clouds and shifting weather, either it was windy, or it was windy and pouring down. There was no way any of his friends would go out that night. Although he'd longed for it, there was no power on earth that could change the weather. And it left the eighteen year old boy at home, with his sister. Their parents were out for the night, since they owned the car, they had priority for it, something he disliked. But as much as he saved up from his part time job, the longer the wait seemed until he could purchase his own wheels.
He wasn't the typical jock guy, tall, muscular and with a handsome face. He was more on the handsome side, lean, smooth looking. Hell, if he changed his attitude, he could pass for a perfect example of a bad boy. But he was a nice guy, he never hurt anyone, never got into more trouble than handing in an assignment a few days late. He stood at about 6'2 tall, with short, stuffy brownish hair. He had the knack for making it look perfectly casual without any work at all, no hair gel or anything. He had a gentle face, nice features, and with his body being slim, slightly lean from riding a bicycle to school, he was attractive.
Except lately, his thoughts kept circling around the fact that none of the girls he hung out with wanted anything to do with him sexually. It'd been a few months since he last picked up a girl, and as he headed through the house, counting the money for dinner from their parents, he felt his mind drifting back to the one girl he had never dreamed of ever making a pass on, his sister. Even if she was blood related to him, he had to admit, she was more than naturally beautiful. And as he looked for her downstairs, he felt something stir deep inside his body, like a lust for something that wanted to get out. "Sis! What take out do you want for dinner?!" He called from the kitchen, figuring if she was somewhere in the house, she'd hear him from there.
He wasn't the typical jock guy, tall, muscular and with a handsome face. He was more on the handsome side, lean, smooth looking. Hell, if he changed his attitude, he could pass for a perfect example of a bad boy. But he was a nice guy, he never hurt anyone, never got into more trouble than handing in an assignment a few days late. He stood at about 6'2 tall, with short, stuffy brownish hair. He had the knack for making it look perfectly casual without any work at all, no hair gel or anything. He had a gentle face, nice features, and with his body being slim, slightly lean from riding a bicycle to school, he was attractive.
Except lately, his thoughts kept circling around the fact that none of the girls he hung out with wanted anything to do with him sexually. It'd been a few months since he last picked up a girl, and as he headed through the house, counting the money for dinner from their parents, he felt his mind drifting back to the one girl he had never dreamed of ever making a pass on, his sister. Even if she was blood related to him, he had to admit, she was more than naturally beautiful. And as he looked for her downstairs, he felt something stir deep inside his body, like a lust for something that wanted to get out. "Sis! What take out do you want for dinner?!" He called from the kitchen, figuring if she was somewhere in the house, she'd hear him from there.