This is a very rough first scribble of my first story, and I thought I would get some feedback before I continue writing. Any suggestions on improvement are appreciated!
“Grab your coat, and let’s get the hell out of here.”
My mother’s impatience was beginning to drive me insane. I’ve never held a high regard for the family gatherings which had become tradition over the last ten or so years, and my mother’s aggravations did nothing to ease the dissatisfaction of leaving home. Most of the males in the family were not going to be there, including my dad and brother, because of the customary football games which I didn’t want to attend. So it would be me, the only guy in the house, surrounded by about fifteen women. Every man’s dream right?
Let me tell you about my family. Including ours, my aunt’s and my other aunt’s, there are three extended families which make up our community. My mother is what I like to call the “mother hen” of the community; she takes care of every little detail, and spreads the wildest gossip you’ve ever heard. My sister is your typical 19 year-old; beautiful, and bitchy. My younger aunt, Delilah, is the sweetest woman you’ve ever met, and it’s a wonder that she has lasted as long in the family as she has. She has one twelve year old daughter who has the intelligence of Bill Gates, as well as the accompanying physical characteristics. My eldest aunt, Phyllis, is hardly worth mentioning as she is quiet as a mouse, and can be ignored so easily her presence is hardly ever felt. Years of living with my uncle has gotten to her I guess.
And now my favorite part of the family, my cousin Anne. Anne is one of the most interesting people I have ever met, and is likely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She is four years older than me but this hardly shows when we talk, as she’s as close to me as she is to my older sister. Anne almost makes up for having to come to these ridiculous get-togethers every week.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up!”
After one final yelp from my mother, I threw on my coat and ran out to the car. The drive there was anything but entertaining, the sound of my mother’s voice filling the car for the duration of the twenty minute ride made me run to the front door when we finally arrived. There to greet me was Anne, and she welcomed me in with open arms. I loved to hug Anne, her warmth was a lovely contrast to the bitter cold relationship I had with the rest of my family.
“Hey sweetheart,” She pecked me lovingly on the cheek. She seemed to linger a bit when she unwrapped her arms from my waist, and I could swear she had grazed the slow curve of my ass. As she walked away to greet the rest of my family I felt a slight jolt in my pants, and decided to go settle myself down before I got too excited. I mean, after all, she was my cousin!
After everyone had exhausted every possible conversation point, we, meaning me, my sister, and Anne, decided that we wanted to watch a movie. We walked upstairs to Anne’s room, and before long we were in an argument over which movie we should watch. My sister, being the love sick person that she is, wanted to watch The Notebook, for the eight-hundredth time! I wanted to watch something more up tempo, like Speed. After about five minutes of squabbling back and forth, Anne made a surprise move. She went to her closet, snooped around and grabbed a movie. She came around and handed it to me, and to my surprise the film was Basic Instinct.
“Here, it has a murder, and a really good story plot,” I was even more surprised when my sister didn’t put up an argument.
On the way back to the large couch that we had settled ourselves into, Anne walked up to me, and whispered lightly in my ear…
“It also has some really… really…”
I could feel her warm breath inside my ear and this got me excited…
“Hot scenes,” I gulped and turned blush red.
“Grab your coat, and let’s get the hell out of here.”
My mother’s impatience was beginning to drive me insane. I’ve never held a high regard for the family gatherings which had become tradition over the last ten or so years, and my mother’s aggravations did nothing to ease the dissatisfaction of leaving home. Most of the males in the family were not going to be there, including my dad and brother, because of the customary football games which I didn’t want to attend. So it would be me, the only guy in the house, surrounded by about fifteen women. Every man’s dream right?
Let me tell you about my family. Including ours, my aunt’s and my other aunt’s, there are three extended families which make up our community. My mother is what I like to call the “mother hen” of the community; she takes care of every little detail, and spreads the wildest gossip you’ve ever heard. My sister is your typical 19 year-old; beautiful, and bitchy. My younger aunt, Delilah, is the sweetest woman you’ve ever met, and it’s a wonder that she has lasted as long in the family as she has. She has one twelve year old daughter who has the intelligence of Bill Gates, as well as the accompanying physical characteristics. My eldest aunt, Phyllis, is hardly worth mentioning as she is quiet as a mouse, and can be ignored so easily her presence is hardly ever felt. Years of living with my uncle has gotten to her I guess.
And now my favorite part of the family, my cousin Anne. Anne is one of the most interesting people I have ever met, and is likely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She is four years older than me but this hardly shows when we talk, as she’s as close to me as she is to my older sister. Anne almost makes up for having to come to these ridiculous get-togethers every week.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up!”
After one final yelp from my mother, I threw on my coat and ran out to the car. The drive there was anything but entertaining, the sound of my mother’s voice filling the car for the duration of the twenty minute ride made me run to the front door when we finally arrived. There to greet me was Anne, and she welcomed me in with open arms. I loved to hug Anne, her warmth was a lovely contrast to the bitter cold relationship I had with the rest of my family.
“Hey sweetheart,” She pecked me lovingly on the cheek. She seemed to linger a bit when she unwrapped her arms from my waist, and I could swear she had grazed the slow curve of my ass. As she walked away to greet the rest of my family I felt a slight jolt in my pants, and decided to go settle myself down before I got too excited. I mean, after all, she was my cousin!
After everyone had exhausted every possible conversation point, we, meaning me, my sister, and Anne, decided that we wanted to watch a movie. We walked upstairs to Anne’s room, and before long we were in an argument over which movie we should watch. My sister, being the love sick person that she is, wanted to watch The Notebook, for the eight-hundredth time! I wanted to watch something more up tempo, like Speed. After about five minutes of squabbling back and forth, Anne made a surprise move. She went to her closet, snooped around and grabbed a movie. She came around and handed it to me, and to my surprise the film was Basic Instinct.
“Here, it has a murder, and a really good story plot,” I was even more surprised when my sister didn’t put up an argument.
On the way back to the large couch that we had settled ourselves into, Anne walked up to me, and whispered lightly in my ear…
“It also has some really… really…”
I could feel her warm breath inside my ear and this got me excited…
“Hot scenes,” I gulped and turned blush red.
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