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Alex was just your average guy. Born into a family of four, he was the older sibling in the household, which made his life all the more difficult when his sister always got higher grades than him in school. His parents never seemed to forget at least. Ever since he was old enough to understand what sex was, he became enthralled by it and made it his quest in life to find as many sexual partners as he could. In high school, he had been with nearly half the cheerleading squad and girls from all walks of life, popular, nerdy, beautiful, plain.
He could not say the same for his baby sister though. Alex had been five years old when she was born, and he could remember that as soon as he saw her screaming and crying in his mother's arms, he knew that he would take good care of this strong and innocent child. All through her childhood, Alex was always her guardian. Once, when she was in the second grade, several boys in the eighth grade thought it would be mighty fun to steal her doll and break it in front of her face. Alex had just come in time to see four guys surrounding her crying sister and thoughtlessly charged them. He caught the first one by surprise and knocked him to the ground, but his buddies quickly reacted and attacked too. Needless to say, Alex was torn up pretty bad that day, and ended up in the hospital to get eight stitches on his arm. However, the ferocity with which is defended his sister made the bullies think twice before bothering his baby sister again, and that was all that mattered. That day when he got home from the hospital, he remember how her sister cried when she saw how beat up he was. He rubbed her head roughly and pretended he didn't care about his sister at all like any boy his age and brushed her away. But that night when he slept, he remembered being proud of being able to protect his sister from danger.
As they grew up, his social agenda caused him to drift away from his sister and he found himself spending less and less time with her. Alex studied little and was always out playing sports with friends, or making out with girls. Really, the only times he talked to her was when he asked her to yell when mom or dad got home as he took his girlfriend with him upstairs to 'study' in his room. Whether or not she knew what they were actually doing up there, Alex never knew, and never bothered to find out.
College was a wild time for Alex. The parties were crazy, the girls were loose and the pickings were aplenty. He could get a new girl in his bed every night if he wanted to, and for the longest time, that's exactly what he did. It's no wonder that he failed a year and had to stay back. He was 23 years old when he finally graduated with a crappy degree in sports management. There weren't many job opportunities with that, and he soon found himself living back at home with his parents and sister for the first time since he left for college five years ago. She was 18 years old now, and she had definitely blossomed from that lame, insecure 13 year old nerd to a beautiful young lady. He found himself wondering more and more if his sister had a boyfriend, but never tried to find out.
He could not say the same for his baby sister though. Alex had been five years old when she was born, and he could remember that as soon as he saw her screaming and crying in his mother's arms, he knew that he would take good care of this strong and innocent child. All through her childhood, Alex was always her guardian. Once, when she was in the second grade, several boys in the eighth grade thought it would be mighty fun to steal her doll and break it in front of her face. Alex had just come in time to see four guys surrounding her crying sister and thoughtlessly charged them. He caught the first one by surprise and knocked him to the ground, but his buddies quickly reacted and attacked too. Needless to say, Alex was torn up pretty bad that day, and ended up in the hospital to get eight stitches on his arm. However, the ferocity with which is defended his sister made the bullies think twice before bothering his baby sister again, and that was all that mattered. That day when he got home from the hospital, he remember how her sister cried when she saw how beat up he was. He rubbed her head roughly and pretended he didn't care about his sister at all like any boy his age and brushed her away. But that night when he slept, he remembered being proud of being able to protect his sister from danger.
As they grew up, his social agenda caused him to drift away from his sister and he found himself spending less and less time with her. Alex studied little and was always out playing sports with friends, or making out with girls. Really, the only times he talked to her was when he asked her to yell when mom or dad got home as he took his girlfriend with him upstairs to 'study' in his room. Whether or not she knew what they were actually doing up there, Alex never knew, and never bothered to find out.
College was a wild time for Alex. The parties were crazy, the girls were loose and the pickings were aplenty. He could get a new girl in his bed every night if he wanted to, and for the longest time, that's exactly what he did. It's no wonder that he failed a year and had to stay back. He was 23 years old when he finally graduated with a crappy degree in sports management. There weren't many job opportunities with that, and he soon found himself living back at home with his parents and sister for the first time since he left for college five years ago. She was 18 years old now, and she had definitely blossomed from that lame, insecure 13 year old nerd to a beautiful young lady. He found himself wondering more and more if his sister had a boyfriend, but never tried to find out.