Teen

I thought I could get away with it, and I was right, until I got caught. My mom, and dad owned a restaurant, and they had managers for the dining room, chefs for the kitchen, but they still worked all weekend, then 3 more days a week. They split it up between them, so they never had the same day off, but mom mostly worked mornings, and dad mostly handled the Dinner rush. Which is when they really made their money, they didn’t do breakfast during the week, but they opened up early for brunch on the weekends, so dad had to cook us breakfast. Mom mostly took care of the prep, ordering, deliveries, and stocking the walkins. That’s the refrigerator and freezer, they had to order enough food to last a week, so both …

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This part is boring. For those of you who don’t care where they’re coming from, it can be skipped… ‘Ana (g2F Memoire) I suppose it all started before I was born, in America. My mother, God love her. She is what you would call a Poseur, but she would never lower herself to use a word so French. From Cary North Carolina, she told me what it was like, in her own self centered way. “A suburb of Research Triangle Park, it was a surprisingly modern enclave of Technology, amongst the rednecks.” She actually talks like that. So pretentious, it’s embarrassing when she asks to go to the “Loo.” My friends had parents like that, that tried to sound hip, cool, or trendy. My mother, she went the other way. From pictures of her, in …

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I don’t know why I said “I need to pick up my brother,” but my friend Linda made a joke about it. “Well,” she laughed, “I better come help, because he’s probably too heavy for you to pick up.” “Oh, ha ha. How long you been working on that little stinker?” “A couple months,” she was proud of herself, but then she went on, and on, talking about my brother, while I did the math. A couple months ago ment on summer, so she waited for me to say that again. She’s funny, but it’s hard to laugh when you’re the butt of her literal jokes. Like calling it the girl’s Bath-room, when there isn’t a bathtub, or even a shower. You get the idea, but she knew that, ever since last year I started …

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Second part of my story of what happened between Me, Ellie, Peter and his cousin. Peter loses his virginity. When Mia and Ellie finished us off, they went back over and sat on the blanket on the floor, talking quietly to each other, I pulled my bottoms back up and sat on the bed with my back against the wall, Peter hardly had any energy to move but managed to get his pants back on and join me sitting up on the bed. “Wow.” He said. “She’s good at that isn’t she?” I replied. Peter nodded, still smiling, “My cock’s all sticky now.” He joked, rubbing his crotch. “Has Mia ever done anything like that before?” I asked. “No.” replied Peter, “I can’t believe she did it either. Was it good?” he added. “Really good.” …

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