0 comments/ 6649 views/ 6 favorites X-Journey Ch. 01 By: letmetakeadicpic Disclaimer: This story involves, or is going to, characters from X-Men. The characters in this story have no relation to the REAL characters and/or the actors that play them in real life, and imply nothing of their sexual orientation, (No matter how much we would like it to) and any similarities are purely coincidental. All X-Men and other related elements are property of Marvel. This is a pure work of fiction. ***** It was Thursday, after school tutoring day, and the temperature outside was starting to cool a little bit. I had to put on a light sweater before leaving the house in the morning. My friend Elizabeth came out from her class. I usually walk her to the junior parking lot and since it's on the way to the library, it wasn't much trouble. I was waiting at the end of the steps of the building, when I saw her grace through the doors. "Oh, thank god," she sounded relived, "it's actually nice outside today. Not like last week, it was nearly 90 degrees for 2 weeks straight." "I know, I'm telling you, its global warming." I said as I lightly chuckled, "At least we get to start wearing Fall clothing, even though this really isn't considered Fall; you know how I hate how my legs look in shorts." "What are you talking about?! You have a pair of the most amazing legs and ass I have EVER seen on a guy; you're a dancer for Christ's sake. That's like saying I look horrible in a tank-top." She was right, at 5`8" with blonde hair and crystal clear blue eyes she could be a model, she was one actually, and knew that she looked good in anything she wore. She was also pretty right about me; I'm also only 5' 8" with "dancer's legs and ass" apparently, with black hair and green eyes. "Yea... Well... I just don't like shorts..." I said trying to find a rebuttal for her statement as we made our way to the parking lot. "That's a totally different story, dumbass." She said as she zipped up her navy Juicy Couture sweater and smiling at me. I walked her all the way to her black 2009 Audi TT. She said that she was able to lease it thanks to all the modeling jobs that she had. As we approached her car she started saying, "I'm going out with Christian tonight." "Wait... Isn't he the son of... Liz you can't corrupt the one of the MAYOR'S sons!" "Who said I was corrupting, we're just going out for dinner anyway... and who says that all the guys that I go out with are `innocent' victims." She said as she was finally able to find her keys in her gigantic Gucci purse. I had to laugh, "I don't know what to do with you anymore." She smiled as she was opening her door and throwing her purse to the passenger side. "And that's why you love me J." She was the one in the school that coined my nickname; "J" was short for Jacob. I wave to her as she reversed and took off. I started walking back to the library; I remembered when I got to the gate at the pedestrian entrance/exit that I left the Biology books that I used to tutor in my car. Luckily, I was in no rush; I was one of the smartest kids in the school and still forgot my books, irony. I walked to my 2007 blue BMW, which was in the same lot as Liz's. My parents and I live comfortably, hence my car. I come from an upper-middle class area in Miami, although we used to have Shaq live next to us, it was mainly "normal" people in the area. I opened my trunk and retrieved the books that I needed and started to head back to the Library. I walked into the library, and felt as if something was wrong with me. Alison the head tutor for Thursdays came up to me. "Jacob, are you alright? You look a little pale." Her voice was one of concern and she had the face that matched. I was able to come to rather quickly and replied, "Like that's possible. I've lived here my entire life and I'm still pale as a piece of paper," in my usual witty manner. She just chuckled and looked relieved that I was okay. I followed her to a table that was known in the library as her "desk." She was digging through mountains and mountains of paper and with an "Aha!" she found her clipboard and handed me my schedule for the afternoon. I looked at it and saw that there was a new person on the list. "Hey Alison, who's Devin?" I said with extreme curiosity. "You probably know who he is, just not his name. He's the star hitter on the baseball team. The really tall one, that's always chewing gum. "I looked at her questioningly. "Tall, Muscular, super green eyes, and dark brown hair. He drives the red Porsche." I still had no idea who it was and starred at her with a glazed look on my face. "The one with the really nice ass." She said in a frustrated whisper. "Oh! Him..." I said with excitement and a little bit of worry in my voice. Everyone knew I was gay; I never made an effort to hide it. But I can reassure you I'm not some super flamboyant dancer that has a lisp (no offence to you out there), I only have gay-ish tendencies. Since I didn't really know him, but I knew his ass really well (thank you baseball uniforms), I didn't know how he was going to react to my being gay. Does he even know I'm gay, does he even know me? Was he going to be one of "those" straight men? "Don't forget the chemical equation for photosynthesis..." I said as I waving bye to Tony, one of my regular kids that came by on Thursdays. Then someone from behind, scared me half way to death. "You must be Jacob." And there he was beaming with a smile; I nearly came in my pants. My Jesus, that boy certainly is gorgeous. He held out his hand. I nearly forgot how to move. After coming to I was able to shake his large hand. "Yes, I am," I said smiling nervously "that's quite a handshake you have there." "Oh, yea, sorry about that. I guess I don't even know my own strength." He said laughing and I of course followed suit; happy to notice that he didn't see the strain that he was causing my jeans to feel. We sat at my usual table, he sat at the head and I sat adjacent to him, making sure that I was completely covered. He placed his book and his Jansport on the table and I was wondering as to why he was here. "So, Devin, why have you decided to do tutoring now?" I paid attention to every single word he said but I was lost in body. He knew how to wear clothes that made a point in showing what he had. His large torso stretched out, what I assume to be a large shirt and the sleeves were a nuisance to his biceps, holding on tightly for dear life. And the way his mouth moved, there was something very pleasant about it, his perfect teeth helped, I'm sure. "Well, no offence, I'm forced to come here. I have below a `C' average in my Bio class and the school rules say that I must maintain a `C' or higher or some bullshit like that. So the coach said that I needed the extra help and he signed me up for tutoring." "It's alright, I'm not offended. I'm sure no one wants to come to tutoring after school." I said trying to act as normal as possible and without drooling. "So, might as well get this over with huh, where are you having trouble?" The boy was intelligent, I have to admit, something that I wasn't expecting. But Jesus, was he lazy, again something that I wasn't expecting. The kid can hit a homerun, run through all the bases and be ready do it through all nine innings, but he doesn't want to write a few simple notes! Other than trying to manage the amount of writing that was to be done, we got very far and we were actually able to get him mostly up to speed with his class. "Thanks so much again, you were such a great help. But I think I will be back next week with a whole new set of problems." He said with a light laugh. "Yeah, yeah. It's no problem," believe me it was not an issue whatsoever, "if you ever have problems again just come back next week or catch me in the hallways." I tried not to sound too eager. "Alright, no problem." And with a wave he was on his way out. I hated to have him go, but damn I LOVED to watch him leave. His jeans were perfectly placed, just above where his ass began and were baggy enough to leave a little bit of mystery. I watched the red "for all mankind" label lightly swing from right to left, he also had the perfect step in his walk. Alison came up right behind me. "Careful, I don't want my best tutor to drown in a puddle of his own drool." She said smirking at me. "Try to be a little less obvious next time." "What?! I can't resist! It was right there in front of me. " I said only after being half scared to death. "You're done for the day you can go home early and fanta-size all that you want all that you want to about Devin." I gave her one of my best "Haha, aren't you funny" faces. "Like you aren't going to do the same thing, bitch." "Me? No! I would never! Remember, I'm just the smart, lonely girl, in the library." She said sighing while placing her hand to her forehead and looking up at the ceiling. "That likes to take guys into the copy room." I said giving her a shit-eating grin. With her still placed on the top of her head, "Touché, and that was only ONE time." She lowered her hand, "You're never going to let me live it down huh?" "Nope." I already collected my things and was on my way out. "Never in a million years. See you in Chem tomorrow." She sat back down at her desk mumbling curse words at me under her breath. As I was going down the stairs of library, I grabbed my Blackberry from my jean pocket. 4:45. It was around the same time that I usually left anyway. I was getting to my car when I felt odd again, I had to stop and lean against the pole at the entrance of the parking lot. My head felt like it was about to explode into a million pieces. I probably was concentrating too much and probably too hard for too long. I'm not a complete nerd. I do have friends, I go to parties, and I do have a life. But I'm for the most part very kept to myself, if I had to choose between going to a dance club or watching a movie with a couple of friends, I would rather pick the latter. After a few minutes leaning on the poll, I felt much better and was able to start walking to my BMW again. I placed the books for tutoring in the trunk, and threw my Louis Vuitton messenger bag in the passenger seat as I climbed into the driver's seat and closed the door. The very second after I closed the car door, it started to rain like there was no tomorrow. I found that odd because I check the weather on my Vaio every morning before leaving and it said it was going to be sunny all day. I didn't give it too much thought because Miami's weather is super unpredictable and extremely sporadic. I drove away, on my way home, with my headlights beaming the misty path in front of me. Good thing I didn't live too far away from my school, it would've been a nightmare to drive in the rain. I pulled into the garage and grabbed my bag heading to the door that lead to the laundry room. There were piles of clothes everywhere; I remembered that the housekeeper always did our laundry on Thursdays instead of cleaning the house. Speaking of the devil, Emily showed up right in front of me out nowhere. Why do people always have to do that? She's a tiny woman, half Chinese and stands at about 5 feet, with jet-black hair that was always pulled back in a tight ponytail. "Oh, hello, Jacob-san." She said as she folded some clothes on the counter, she could speak English very well, only with a light accent but always put the "san" at the end of everybody's name. "You don't look to well, are you okay?" "I'm fine Emily, thank you; but I do have a headache. Do you mind getting me two Tylenols and a bottle of Fiji, while head upstairs to drop off my things." I said while rubbing my head. She bowed, it was never necessary but she did even after we told her that it was all right not to. "No problem, Jacob-san." I went passed the kitchen, and stopped at my dad's study. I looked in and saw him at his desk. I knocked on the Mahogany doorframe. "Hey Pops, I'm home." My siblings always referred to our dad as "Pops," but in conversation he was just our "Dad." He got up from his chair. For most people who never met my dad, they find him very intimidating. He stands at 6 foot solid, weighs about 220 pounds, and is very well built. I was just a smaller version of my father and not as intimidating as he was and just not as built. Once people got to know him better they realize that he is basically a kid in an older man's body. My dad controlled any and all property that was bought, sold, foreclosed, and whatever else that can happen to a property in Florida. He had an office and staff in Downtown inside the Four Seasons Building but he only went about four or five times a month over there, he enjoys working from home, he required that when we built this house that he needed a study. And because he was basically paying for the whole damn thing, the architects gave it to him. He hugged me, and asked the basic questions: How was school? How are you doing? Did tutoring go well today? You know the "parent" questions. I replied the same as I always did, "Everything went pretty well." I always felt like he didn't exactly know how to parent, but I know that he always made an honest effort to be a good dad, and the fact that he usually had a place in some of my fantasies gave him a few brownie points. I'm a sucker for muscles, what can I say. I was walking towards the staircase, when I heard noises all around me. I went in the direction of the noises. I found out that it was just my mom in the exercise room blasting music for her Taebo video that she memorized. I figured that I would say "hi" to her later; I wouldn't want to disrupt my mom while she was in the "zone." As I was walking back to the staircase I found it really odd that I was able to hear the music so loudly, I figured that it was my migraine causing me to have over sensitive hearing. I walk upstairs, and I passed by my sister, Evelyn's (we just called her Eve for short), room. She's blasting music at basically full volume, or is it my migraine and me. I would have to see her at dinner so I will say "hi" then, the music is way too loud for me in the hallway, and I don't even want to know how loud it is inside her room. I went into my room and placed my stuff on the extra chair that was by my desk and I sat on the window seat. Finally able to relax and rest. And of course the second that I sit down I remember about the water and Tylenol. I had to get my happy ass up from my very comfortable position and go downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and found Emily sitting in the breakfast nook reading an "Us Weekly" magazine. "Don't read that stuff Emily, it is filled with useless information and things that are only half true." She looked up at me, "I know Jacob-san, but it is so entertaining," smiling at me. "I put your pills and water here." She pointed by extending her neck, it was right next to her. I reached over and popped both pills in and drank quite a lot of water. I told Emily "Can you tell my parents and Eve that I won't be at dinner because I'm turning in early, this migraine is getting just awful," while rubbing my forehead. "Are you sure you're okay Jacob-san?" She said with worry and putting the magazine down. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think that I just need some rest. That's all." She looked at me and gave me a motherly smile. Emily never had kids and her husband died many years ago, I think that she would have been a great mother and wife. "Well, as long as you do what your body tells you. It is best to listen. Get upstairs and I will tell your parents Jacob-san." She bowed at me again. I thanked her and went straight to my room to lie on my bed. My cell phone rang, "You're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no, you're in then you're out, you're up then you're down..." I read the caller I.D. and saw that it was Devin. "Hello?" "Yeah, Jacob? This is Devin." "Hey Devin, what's up?" "Well, I have this major test in Bio on Monday and I thought that you could help me review everything. And since its Saturday it will give me a good chance to let everything sink in." I was elated. I just thought that it was funny how he didn't mention the test on Thursday. And was I out for that long, I must have been exhausted. "Yeah, sure. It's no problem. Want to come over my house." I took myself by surprise that I said so nonchalantly. "That sounds good. I need to be in a place that has less distraction than over here." "Well my parents aren't home yet and the housekeeper is having a day to herself, so there are no distractions here." I said laughing a little. "My address is 6301 Bay Shore Court; since it's a gated community just tell the guard that here to see me." "Wait, you live like five minutes away from me." "Oh really, you live in `Estates by the Coast'?" "Yeah, isn't that something. "He said laughing. "Well, I will be there in 5 minutes then." "No problem, see you then." I hung up and was flipping out, I was so excited. Devin, in MY house. SHIT! I need something to wear! I ran into my closet and quickly put on a pair of Seven Jeans and a white Lacoste polo, with no shoes just a pair of black socks. It's my fucking house! I don't need to wear shoes! Just as I was looking at myself in the mirror, to make sure that it looked like I didn't tried too hard to look good, I heard the doorbell ring. I dashed downstairs, almost slipping on the last marble step, got to the door, breathed in to slow my heart rate, and opened the door to a smiling Devin. Oh My GOD... He looked amazing. He was wearing a plain crew neck black shirt, jeans, and a pair of leather sandals. "Hey! Devin!" I hoped he didn't notice me starring at him, practically drooling. "Hey J what's up?" He put his hand out and I took it. He then basically launched me into his chest for a "man" hug, like we were buddies for years. I felt so small next to him, I loved it! He let me go. I closed the front door, with a hard on, and told him to follow me to my room. We got settled on my desk, and we began working. It was so hard, no pun intended, to concentrate. I was coming in and out of fantasies the whole time, good thing I know this stuff like the back of hand. He was busy writing something and I focused right on his package. The inseam of the jeans divided his balls into two perfect spheres. On his right leg his dick was glued to his thigh. At least six inches, soft, and absolutely mesmerizing. I must've been starring for a while because he asked me. "Do you like what you see?" He said as I looked up to a smile on his face. I was speechless, words were forming in my head but they never made it my mouth. Was he asking me this seriously? "Because I like what I see." He said very seductively. He took me by the hand and I followed him to my bed. He threw against the bed and he kissed me passionately. My instincts kicked in, I don't need to say anything to act like I know what I was doing. I wrapped my legs around his abdomen, and he slid his hand right to my ass. He grabbed it. "I really like what I feel here." He said smiling. I slid my hand to his crotch, "I love what I'm feeling here," as I slid my hand up and down his dick that was now eight and half inches. He lip locked with me again. I pulled away, "It's my turn to be on top." And with that I pushed him to the side of me and got on top of him. He was still huge and dominating me but I liked that I had some power. He looked at me, "I wasn't expecting that. You're a lot stronger than what I give you credit for." I responded, "I'm just full of surprises." And I attacked the nape of his neck. That must have driven him crazy because before I knew it I had one of his hands rubbing up and down my ass crack, stopping ever so tenderly at my hole whenever he passed by it. I had to breathe, so I removed myself from his neck and I had to see what was under that shirt of his. X-Journey Ch. 01 I was not disappointed, it was perfection. He had a very light dust of brownish chest hair and a darker happy trail that started below his belly button and led to the "happy" island. He removed my shirt, I'm totally hairless, I hate hair on my body, except for my underarms and the little patch of hair that are my pubes. I latched my hands to his body feeling every single muscle that was on his upper body, his pecs, biceps, abs, everything; which I know he was appreciating very much because of the way he was biting his lower lip. I stopped. He looked at me and I gave him "the Look." He knew exactly what I wanted, and he wasn't going to be one to deny it from me. He rolled me off of him and got on top of me, nothing sexier than a man that knows how to take control. He pinned my hands above my head, and he started kissing my lips and then worked his way down to my neck, the middle of my chest, down my abdomen and stopped at my Seven's. He let my hands free, and unbuttoned the four buttons on my jeans. He discovered that I was wearing white Burberry boxer briefs that were practically see-thru because he made leak so much pre-cum. He smiled when he saw that and said, "I see someone is enjoying themselves." I could only moan in response as I felt more cum leak from me. He put his face to my boxer briefs and I could feel his tongue stroke my six and half inch dick up and down. I was going to explode, and it was way too early to do that. "Stop," I said as picked up his head, "if you keep going I'm going to cum and I don't want to yet." He stopped, got up to his knees, moved towards my face and said; "Guess it's my turn now." He didn't have to tell me twice! I lifted my hands to his jeans and also unbuttoned the buttons that were barely constraining him. I lowered them and looked at my prize. He was hard, leaking, and ready for more. I couldn't resist any longer, I had to pull down his boxer briefs. I was met with a perfect nine inch dick that had a slight curve that went upwards. I opened my mouth, and I opened wide. I tried to fit in as much of it as possible into my mouth. I could only fit a little bit more than half of it, but that was enough for Devin. He was moaning and grunting at me. "Yeah, right there. Suck that dick. You like my dick?" It's hard to answer with something in your mouth, but I like the dirty talk and I moaned to answer his question. I was getting pretty far down, my nose was just touching his pubes; I probably had another ¾ of an inch to go. Devin couldn't wait for me to stretch out my throat because before I knew it his hand was at the back of my head and he was forcing the last bit into mouth. I happily obliged and massaged the head of his dick with the back of my throat. He screamed, "Oh FUCK, yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he said each word as he continued to thrust into my throat. He pulled out of my throat and said, "I need to fuck that hole of yours, it's just too fucking good to pass up." I just looked at him, "Fuck me like there is no tomorrow." He got off me and followed him as he laid back down on my bed. We got in the 69 position, but he was rimming me as if his life depended on it, and I continued to suck on his dick with the same desperation as Devin. At the rate that he was going he quickly had two fingers fit in comfortably. He said, "You are so fucking tight, baby." After saying that he began to pull out his fingers, and put them back in a slow rotating motion. I moaned in absolute pleasure, and began to push back against his fingers. "I think somebody likes daddy's fingers in his hole." "Hmmhmm. Yes! Yes, I do!" I was yelling almost at the top of lungs. He pulled his fingers out and that was my cue to go back to his dick, which I can say proudly that I was deep throating. And then I felt him shove his hand back in, but this time it was three fingers that were rolling around in me. It hurt at first; he was really stretching me out. He has big hands! But soon the pain subsided, and I was beginning to thrust back on his fingers. "You got used to that quick," he rolled his fingers in a clockwise direction, "I can't take this shit any longer. I'm going to fuck you so hard my cum is going to come out your throat." And with that he flipped me over, I was now facing him straight in eyes beautiful eyes, I knew that he wasn't going to hurt me. Once he got the condom on, he was on top of once again with his face buried within my neck. He lifted me up and I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. "I'm going to slow, I don't want to hurt you. But once I'm in, there's no turning back. " He somehow managed to say the last part as affectionate and the first. "There's nothing more that I want than you right now." I was squeezing at his biceps, and relaxed my muscles. He popped his head in, it didn't hurt that much. But as he was slowly going in I felt like I was being torn into two pieces. After about five minutes, I felt his pubic hair tickle the area between my ass and my balls. I relaxed a little, but I was still holding on tightly to his biceps. After another minute or so he began to pull back about half way and then he entered once again. Just as slow, he did one more time, but this time I knew for a fact that passed my prostate. I moved my hands up and down his arms, and that was his cue to go. He was fucking me with long and hard strokes, grunting every time he went back in. God I loved a man who can grunt. "Oh, YES, Devin! Fuck ME! Give it to me!" I sounded like I was begging for it, which I kind of was. "You like it rough don't you? I'm going to give you the biggest load of your life!" After saying that he told me to get on all fours. He rammed his dick in real hard, so hard that it made me yelp. It felt SO good. He had one hand on my waist and the other just found its way to my hair as he began to pick up his rhythm once again. Once he had his rhythm of plowing through me once again, he began pull on my hair, just hard enough where it was still pleasurable. I moaned and he knew I liked it. "Like it when I pull your hair, huh?" he pulled me up to face him. While still fucking the living daylights out of me, he kissed me passionately on the lips, and I moaned into his mouth for minuets on end. The second I removed my lips from his; I saw a figure, watching us. My eyes were blurry from my eyes being closed. When my vision cleared up, I saw who it was. "Pops!" ***** Thanks for reading :D! I could only find a few stories that satisfied my craving for a story with a plot that involved something with the X-Men. It's not happened yet, I know. But don't worry it will soon :). If anyone has any comments, suggestions, questions about the story comment or send an email to the contact on my profile. X-Journey Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story involves, or is going to, characters from X-Men. The characters in this story have no relation to the REAL characters and/or the actors that play them in real life, and imply nothing of their sexual orientation, (No matter how much we would like it to) and any similarities are purely coincidental. All X-Men and other related elements are property of Marvel. ***** I was so scared that I lost my hardon instantly; Devin on the other hand was still hard as a rock. What was my dad going to do, what is going to happen to me? I had all this questions going through my mind, when my dad spoke. "Didn't know that you were busy... I heard some noises from downstairs and I wanted to see how you were doing." Wait, WHAT?!? That's all that he can say, there's no yelling or threatening to kick someone's ass to China and back. Then, I see my dad do the oddest thing I have ever seen in my entire life, he raises his and puts it out to Devin. "I'm Jacob's dad, Anthony. But most people just call me Tony." That was said very nonchalantly for someone who just walked in on his son getting his brains fucked. Devin looked at me funny and removed his right from my hip and shook my dad's hand, he looked like he was shitting bricks but he was still hard despite the awkward situation. Then my dad changed his countenance a little, here it comes, it's all going to come out now. "Well Devin, I'm not one to disturb a man from doing his duty," he said slowly walking away, "please continue to `give it to him' but on one condition." Okay, this is weird. My dad wasn't yelling, absolutely nothing, he looked like he just walked in on me while I was studying for a test or something. "I must watch." He pulled up a chair that was at my desk and sat down. There was no ultimatum, he had to watch. I'm here utterly confused at the situation and I could feel Devin's dick get harder. He lowered himself and whispered into my ear, "We now have an audience to please, let's give your dad a show that he will never forget," and with that he began to nibble on my ear and started to thrust once again. I will admit it was weird having my dad watch us, sure I dreamed about this but I never thought that this would actually happen. I got used the idea of him watching us. I started to get into it again. "Yes, yes, yes. Just like that. Fuck me you stud." I began to beg again. Devin was pounding away, when I looked over at my dad. He was just wearing his shoes now, his clothes were laying on floor and his dick was rock hard leaking pre-cum. He began to jerk off to us. I was somewhat flattered and really turned on. "So, Pops, when are you going to join us?" I said pointing and curling my finger. He got up with his dick bouncing in the air. He came to my face. I was met with a perfectly straight nine inch tool that was my creator. He looked down at me. "Open your mouth, so I can face fuck you." His voice was a little raspy, it was hot. He didn't have to tell me twice, I opened wide and he shoved his dick so far in that I was gagging every time he stuck it back in but I was enjoying it. I was getting pounded from ends, the baseball star in one end and my dad on the other. I was screaming in pleasure, I was in heaven. I suddenly felt someone shake me. But no one did it. Then it happened again. I woke up to my father trying to shake me into consciousness and I was launched back into reality. "Jacob, are you okay? Because you were screaming, were you having a nightmare?" A nightmare... HA! That's funny; I was getting fucked by probably the hottest guy in my school and you were face fucking me until you interrupted me, I knew that all worked out too well to be true. "What? Yeah, yeah, I was having a nightmare." I was half drowsy, felt like I was drunk, also kind of mad that he woke me up from such an amazing dream, and at the same time I'm trying to hide the massive hardon that developed while I was dreaming. "Emily told me that you were going to skip dinner, I was on my way up to check on you to see if you needed anything. And that's when I heard you screaming." My dad has his good moments when it comes to parenting, and this is one of them. "Yeah, Pops. I'm fine, I just had a really bad headache, migraine thing that was killing me. I thought that if I gave my head a rest it would get better." As I was saying that, started to remember why I went to sleep in the first place, my headache was gone, to my much relief. "And? Do you feel any better?" He placed his hand on my shoulder. I nodded, "Yeah, much better. But now I have something else that is killing me." He looked concerned, "What is it?" "My stomach... I haven't had anything to eat since noon during lunch." I smiled. My dad was never one for clothes, he freeballed when he wore pants, jeans, shorts, anything. And in the house the only thing that he wore was just a pair of pajama pants. His back was always sexy to me, along with any other muscular back, but his was different to me than anyone else's. I guess it was because he was my dad. He just laughed and left my room, and I of course starred as he was walking out. I dragged myself over to my nightstand to check the time on the alarm clock. 7:30, not too bad, I could still have a full dinner and not feel guilty about it later. I walked out of my room into an empty and dark hallway. I have lived in this house for years and I'm still creeped out by how it looks in the dark. But luckily, thanks to years of experience, I am able to walk through the house in the dark when I need to. I was all the way down the stairs and I didn't need much instinct to find the kitchen. As I got closer to the doorway of the kitchen I could hear my dad and my sister playing with each other on the couch. This is where you see my dad become a five year old; he laughs, giggles, and acts like a buffoon, when they both play like this. My sister has no excuse either, she's 13, and is in the same boat as my dad. "Noooooo! That's unfair! You can't do that." My sister looked mad and had both her fist in the air, like she was some monkey or something. "What do you mean, Nippy?" My dad had a grin that stretched from ear to ear. He probably hit her while she wasn't looking. And for some reason, one of my sister's many nicknames is "Nippy," which is short for nipples. Don't ask me how on EARTH she got that nickname; her boobs aren't even that big, most likely it was coined by my dad. It's always a funny scene to them fight, my sister is 5'3" and weighs about 100 pounds and my dad whose 6 foot and weighs over 200 pounds, great contrast. And then you see my poor mom at the end of the sofa, being terrorized by what going on the other half of the sofa. She's been wacked quite a few times by a flying hand, arm, foot, and the occasional leg. I could see that she wasn't too happy by what was going on. She got up from the sofa. My mom is beautiful. She's about 5'9" with a brownish-red color in her hair, and the most amazing set of cheekbones that I know of, which I luckily got from her. She's also thin, but still a great set of curves on her body and is very proportionate. She sees me as she gets up, frustrated, from the sofa, "I can NEVER eat when those two are on the sofa," yelling just a bit. She turned back to me, "Everything okay? Emily told me that you had a major headache and were going to skip dinner." She was holding her salad bowl in one hand and her water in the other, and walked past me to put the dishes in the sink. "Yeah. But I'm much better now that I took that nap." I looked back at the five year olds, "But I don't know if it's going to stay away," I said laughing. She just rolled her eyes in response. "Emily made her Oriental Chicken-Chop Salad for dinner; it came out really good today." Emily comes out of nowhere, "Thank you," she was smiling, "Would you like some Jacob-san." I nodded, "Please." I took a seat at the counter that is between the kitchen and living room, there was no way that I was going to sit in that sofa with World War III happening over there. My mom is a mom. A complete worry-wart and I know when I go to college that I WILL need to call her every day; if not she will think that I'm rolling around half-way dead in some dumpster somewhere. She comes up to me, "You sure you're okay? You don't need to go the hospital or anything like that, right? Do you need me to take your temperature?" She got a little closer to with each question she was asking. And of course I'm seated, so I can't really move, "Yeah mom, I'm fine." She stepped back a little but was still looking at me. "Yes, I'm sure." She seemed to get that I was OKAY. "That salad was absolutely delicious." I told Emily while placing the bowl in the sink. An odd thing happened to the bowl; it looked as if I didn't drop it in but landed in the sink. I had to do a double take. Emily was washing the dishes when I put the bowl in and she didn't say anything or didn't look at me funny, so I passed it off as my imagination playing tricks on me. I went upstairs, with the lights on this time. I went into my closet, turned on the light, and picked out a pair of pajama pants and a sleeping shirt, so that I could take a bath. My bathroom is attached to my room and it's private, it's not shared with another room or anything like that. So, I basically could have removed my clothes, put them in the hamper that's in the closet and walked nonchalantly into the bathroom. But, I'm not much of an exhibitionist, so I never do; and when I'm in the bathroom I always lock the door. I don't really know why, but that's how I've always been, since I can remember. But, my childhood doesn't count, I ran naked around the house with my mom trying to feed me my food, but that was YEARS ago, so it definitely doesn't count. I designed my bathroom, when we were making the house. I want to become an interior designer, so it was natural that I did. When I asked my parents, at the age of 13, they actually agreed to do it. I think when I submitted my "plans" to them for the bathroom they were impressed and followed what I had done on the drawings. After the bathroom was done, that's when they told me that they were originally going to take the drawings as "suggestions," I was somewhat hurt when I found that out, but I got the bathroom I wanted so I was fine in the end. The beige travertine floor is heated so that you never get cold feet when you step out of the shower, good thing I decided to do that because I never wear shoes or socks. I went over to my bath tub to draw the water. It was a deep soaking tub and the best part is that it doesn't have that annoying little drain hole at the foot of the tub, I really hate that thing. I made sure that the water was the right temperature and made my way over to my vanity to remove my clothing because that's where the built-in hamper is located. I removed my clothes and looked in the mirror. I will say that I'm not half bad, but of course, me being me, there has always been something wrong with my body. I guess it's just a phobia that I have developed over the years, when you're overweight as child and lost about 55 pounds, I guess it's natural. But now, I have a relatively small body, I'm a 28 in jeans, and a small in shirts and only about 135 pounds. But as Liz loves to remind me, I do have a pretty good pair of legs on me and a tight ass to match. I walked over to the bath tub, put my jasmine and lavender bath salt (I take my baths very seriously) and went right in. The water was hot, but my body has gotten so used to this temperature it was nothing. The water has always been something to relax me, whenever I have anything going on in my life, no matter how chaotic it may get, the water has been there as a constant to help relieve my stress. I guess I have this bond with water because I lived so close to it here in Miami my entire life. I must have been there an hour, at least. My hands looked like raisins! As I started to put my pajamas, when I realized that the water didn't get cold at all, it stayed the same temperature the whole time. That's odd, I didn't really pay that much attention to it, the tub is well insulated. I left the bathroom and went to my Vaio on my desk. I turned it on and went online to check my Facebook. Since I hadn't checked it out in a couple days I had 3 million notifications. After checking some profiles, writing on some people's walls, and making witty and sarcastic comments on some people's photos I signed off to check my email. I logged in and had a billion emails. After going through the emails, which were mostly from Facebook, spam mails about some woman getting fucked by horses, and the like. I looked to the bottom right of the screen and saw that it was only 10:30. But for some reason I felt so tired once again and head started to pound again. I ran downstairs, picked up a bottle of Fiji and the entire bottle of Tylenol, just in case, and told my parents that I was going to sleep early. I got to my room shut off all my lights and set the alarm clock at the god forsaken of time of 7 a.m., have I mentioned how I HATE mornings, so I can somehow get to school by eight. ***** Thanks for reading :D! 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