1. The making of a God Part 1


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Mind Control, Voyeurism, Author: sluttrainer137, Rating: 86.3, Source: sexstories.com

    sister was up to. She was 14 and would vanish for days at a time without raising comment. For that matter, I did too. But they kept up with the bills, and food on the table, so all in all it wasn't a bad life. I still lived at home with no job (it was a comfortable life), yet I was up as always by 6:00 am. I dressed in my running shorts and t-shirt and sat down to eat breakfast. Today may be my birthday, but I doubted anyone would notice. Today, to me, was just another day. I hated running, I hated anything that reeked of exercise, yet I went every morning. About halfway through breakfast, the expected knock came at the back door. “Come in, Sarah.” I called. She was 18, blonde, slim and just about the hottest girl in school. I'd known her since I was 16, and she was 15 and already head cheerleader. Why did she hang out with me? Because I lived next door and I went running with her. “You're early. Breakfast?” She just giggled. “Early? I'm here at the same time I always am, and I can't eat before running. You know that. I don't know how you don't get cramps.” “Same time,” I agreed, eyeing her up and down. “And you're always early. Are you planning on running in that?” She wore a pair of jeans I was sure she painted on, a white tank-top that fit her form so tightly that it accentuated her breasts making her B-cup look almost to be a C. She usually wore spandex pants and a t-shirt, yet still managed to look sexy while doing it. “Running? No, not today.” I almost spit my cereal ...
    out in surprise. She never missed a day of running. Never. “It's your birthday,” she said smiling. “And I got you a present.” “I hoped you hadn't noticed,” I said dejectedly. “I don't want a present.” “You want this one,” she giggled. I held out my hand, sighing. “Well? Where is it?” I really didn't want a present. “I left it at my house. It's too big for me to carry it.” She blushed. God she was beautiful. I wasn't a virgin, I'd had my share of girls. Average girls, usually the larger, homely ones who couldn't get better. But I knew I didn't stand a chance with Sarah. She was head cheerleader and only dated jocks. In no particular hurry, I finished my breakfast and rose. Taking me by the hand she led me out the door and over to her house. As we walked in, Bruce, her father, was idly lounging on the couch already beer in hand. When his wife died he turned alcoholic and was never far from a beer. Although he never seemed drunk, ironically. He eyed me up and down and then turned to his daughter. “Not running today, princess?” He had 2 daughters, although Sarah's sister was away at college. The money he got from his wife's death was enough to support the family without having to work. “Just going to my room to give Mat his birthday present, daddy.” He grunted. The rule of not having a boy in her room did not extend to me. She was out of my league and he knew it. Her room looked like it always did, tidily kept with a vanity and mirror, a pink four-poster bed and stuffed animals ...
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