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My ties
My family background is a little complex, which is why I always made it a point to leave them out of my day to day conversation. I am the only child in the family, being a boy to the eldest son of my grandparents, I was showered with attention and love from my elders.
Do not confuse love and attention for having a lot of material goods, my family is not doing very well during my childhood. I always get hand me downs for toys and books back then. I usually spend my time getting sand all over my pants, scratches all over my arms at the playground beside the hdb that was owned by my grandparents. Toys were anything and everything that my mind could conjure up, from lids of cooking pans as a shield, to the bamboo stick as a spear. I spend my time reading and re-reading the few books that was given to me by my cousins and whenever I had a chance to go to the library, I would max out the loan limit of everyone in the family. Despite my gramps poor command of English, they made it a point to spend some time with me on the books. When the books I borrowed started getting thicker, the time they sat beside me got shorter. Even though they left me to my books, they made it a point I always had a glass of water and a dish of fruits by my side. Home was a 5 room point block in bedok. We are within walking distance to the central and everything we could possibly need is within a 10 minute walk away. My parent’s employer is my grandparents. Together they operate a fruit stall, clocking a 12 hour shift from 5am to 5pm. They do not take a break unless it’s absolutely necessary when someone is really sick or when they wanted to visit relatives in Malaysia. There was no such thing as a holiday for hawkers. The food stops when your work stops. From the time I could remember, I realized that on the 26th of December every year without fail, the fruits stall will be closed. My gramps and my mum will be at home while my dad disappears for the entire day, only returning home late at night. There was no mentioning of where he went or what did he do. When I tried asking him where he was, he would only let on that he spent the day with an old friend. I asked the same question every year and the answer was always the same. My dad would always replied with a smile in his eyes. “An old friend” I came back home one evening in 1995 to see my parents standing in the void deck as workers erect the canvas and set up the altar. My grandfather left us on the 3rd of June 1995. Perhaps I did not really understand the meaning of death back then, I hardly cried but I felt sad. Grandma was sad too I could tell, she spent her time on a plastic chair beside my grandfather’s coffin. There was tears in her eyes but always a gentle smile on her face. Her hands rested on the few belongings of my grandfather as my parents attended to the matters of the wake. My grandmother joined him with a smile on her face on the morning of 3rd July 1995. I remembered touching her cold wrinkled skin that morning when I was woken up by my parents. That was a sad year for us as my parents could hardly cope with the stall on their own but we scraped through. ........................... I saw the 3rd dead body when I turned 16. I remembered the day when I returned home from school only to see both my parents in the house, my dad’s face looked tired and his frowns and wrinkles were more pronounced than ever. My mum just had her head lowered, looking at her feet after acknowledging me. My dad’s old friend had just passed away. After I changed, we made our way to Changi general hospital. The building was new, everywhere seemed sparkling clean and white. As we descended down the ramp to the mortuary, tears started to fall freely from my dad’s eyes. I saw a woman around my mum’s age lying on the cold steel table. She looked pretty and kind despite the lack of colour on her face. I guess peaceful was the only word I could think of back then. The room was cold and quiet, the silence broken when I heard the heavy swing door opened behind us. A girl in TPJC uniform entered the room. She walked calmly towards the table and started to cry. She was around the same height as me. Her skin was tanned and they shined despite the lack of light in the cold room. I’ve always fancied girls with short hair. It was not a ugly bob, but cropped closely to resemble a guy yet there was no denying that she is a girl. I’ve seen a few tomboys before and I was pretty sure she did not fall into that category. That was the first time I set my eyes on Sarah. My mum led me out of the room into the waiting area. While we were alone, she told me that the lady who passed away was my dad’s wife from his first marriage. I sort of guessed that when I was in the room, it was not hard to put two and two together. On 1st of May, 1999, 2 weeks after my dad’s first wife passed away, Sarah moved in with us. My status as the only child in the family was taken away that day as I helped to shift the boxes into the spare room. It was a weird feeling, I couldn’t put it down in words. After 16 years you suddenly realized that you had a elder sister. My parents were having trouble coping as well as they tried to sit me down and have a chat with me. I was never the rebellious youth some of my peers were, some say I’m a mummy’s boy but I didn’t care. I reassured my parents that I’m fine back then, just that I felt a little weird. During the initial weeks, I tried to be friendly, I would smile and try to make conversation with Sarah but I was greeted with a cold look. I wanted to talk to my step sister but she seemed a little withdrawn. My dad made it a point to go to her room every evening before everyone sleeps to have a chat with her, hoping to get things back to a sense of normalcy. Despite getting ignored by my step sister, I found myself getting more and more intrigued by this stranger who suddenly became family. I found myself stealing glances at Sarah most of the time when I was sure no one is looking. From quick looks at her face, my eyes slowly drifted down south. I would try to memorise her schedule so i can get to see her returning from from school as she take the uphill walk to our place. Sometimes i would hide behide a pillar and just look at her after she got off the bus. I was a late bloomer and I only started masturbating early that year. Sarah’s breast was always full and they looked so good whenever I manage to steal a quick look at them. I like it when she curled up her legs sideways to read in the living room, her toes looked small and cute. I knew I was in trouble when the image of Sarah replaced the image of the girl I fancied in class when I was masturbating. 1999 was a stressful year as I had to deal with my ‘o’ levels and Sarah with her ‘A’, on top of that the entire family is having some difficulty bonding together. Despite attempts to talk to Sarah, my conversation did not seem to last long. A couple of questions about my work was my feeble attempt but she explained everything so clearly that i couldn't think of anything more to ask. The longest time we spent together was when we met each other at the library one weekend. I just sat down opposite her and we both nodded our heads just as an acknowledgement. One particular day will always be etched deep in my mind. 26th November 1999. It was Sarah’s birthday. My mum made a simple dinner and we sang Sarah her first birthday song in the family. She smiled for the very first time, i've never seen her so relaxed before. Perhaps time do heal. The light from the candles illuminated the bottom of her breast, casting a shadow upwards onto her face. That was all I could remember before she bent down to blow out the flames. Catching a glimpse of her white bra was enough to send a jolt of electric current down my pants. After we had the cake, I went back to my sega console that was slowly being replaced by the up and coming playstation. When Sarah took a seat beside me, I decided to try my luck and offer her the other control. I was surprised when she actually took it and pressed start. I was pretty confident as I chose my character, afterall I’m a huge mortal combat fan. I let off a series of attacks with my choice of fighter and I ended the 1st round in no time. When the screen flashed ‘finish him’, I decided to show off my niffy moves and I ended the fight with a ‘friendship’ combo . As the colourful letters flashed across the screen, I shot a look at my step sister, she was looking at the manual and figuring out the controls. Sarah initiated another round with another character. Perhaps I felt a little bad, I decided to go a little easy on her. She got off from the floor and sat on the chair, leaving her smooth legs running down beside my head. I felt my fingers tremble a little when she crossed her legs, leaving her right feet inches from my face. I felt like kissing and smelling them. I did not know whether is it the distraction of her legs or whether I was trying to catch a reflection of her in the TV screen but the next thing I saw was another flash of words asking Sarah to end my miserably life. I felt the control land on my lap as Sarah got up after keying in the commands she wanted. As her hand ruffled through my hair to mess it up, I saw my character got turned into a ice popsicle, lifted into the air and broken into 2 as blood filled the screen. I heard the TV go ‘ Fatality, flawless victory’ right when Sarah spoke to me. Sarah : Try harder next time, little brother. As I tried to straighten my messed up hair, I turned and saw Sarah disappear into her room. I just spoke into the empty corridor to no one in particular. James : I definitely will. ......................... |
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Tent up. Campfire started.
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I sense the unfolding of a marvelous story. Totally engrossed.
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Nice recollection
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great introduction.. awaiting for more to come..
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Another nice story cooking up and stirring all the emotional climax.
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Re: My ties
When i got up the next morning, i saw Sarah dressed and ready to go out. I was surprised and a little shock when she said she's going to the library and if i would like to join her.
I must have looked a little too excited when i nodded my head quickly and rushed to wash up. Walking to Bedok library together, we did not speak again until we finished a novel each around 2pm. Sarah led the way and choose the location for lunch. As i watched her enter Macdonalds by the interchange, i realised that i did not have enough money for a meal. My wallet probably only had less than 4 dollars, my allowance of just $3 a day did not allow for fast food indulgence all the time. I was feeling a little uncertain as i considered telling her to go someplace else. Sarah must have sensed my apprehension as she just put her hands around my shoulders and said. Sarah : My treat. Halfway through my meal, i asked her a taboo question. James : How much is your pocket money ? Sarah : That is a sensitive question James , let's not go there. I was curious how much my dad is giving her and i pressed harder, giving excuses that i'm just wondering if i would get the same amount when i advance to JC. When Sarah put up all 10 of her fingers, i almost squished the burger i have in my hand. 31st December 1999. It was hailed as the party of the millennium. There were advertisments all over for street parties, performances as we ursher in the new year. I knew Sarah will be out that evening with her friends as i heard her telling my dad that she'll be back late that day. I did not get invites to any parties in town, i got invites to a couple of chalets which i turned down, i prefered to be away from the crowds. Sarah left the house that evening in a white tube and jeans. My parents were out as well to catch up with some friends and i reassured them that i'll be fine at home alone. 10pm, when the TV started broadcasting the countdown party in front of Ngee ann city, i got a little restless as i'm sick of the games console. As i got myself a drink from the fridge, i noticed the opened door to Sarah's room. I've only popped in a couple of times ever since she moved in, there is always someone at home all the time and that day was one of the rare occasion that it's just me and the empty house. I got up from the living room floor as i stretched a little. I felt a sudden rush of anxiety as i considered what i'm about to do. It's just entering my step sister's room, but somehow i felt nervous and excited at the same time. I definitely can't explain the erection that i'm getting just thinking about it. I switched on the lights as i take in the interior. Sarah's bed has several pieces of clothing on them, she must have went through quite a few pieces before she decided on what she wanted to wear that evening. Her desk is kept imaculately tidy, she has a collection of bookmarks standing in a big cup that has her college name printed on it. Her room just smell so feminine. Using my toes, i gripped the handle of the drawer which she kept her undergarments, i pulled it back to see her collection of bras and panties. I felt another sudden rush of excitement as i fan my fingers through them, feeling how soft they all were. Snapping myself out of my nonsense, i took a quick sniff of her underwear and i felt the need to release myself in the bathroom. Putting her stuff back where it was, i went out to the living room to see a couple of my favourite artiste performing and thoughts of masturbating to another image of Sarah was pushed aside. I was surprised when i heard the key unlock the door right when it's about to turn 12. Sarah stumbled through the door , closing it behind her. As i stood up, she vomitted onto the floor near the dining area before getting down on her hands and knees to spread her mess further. The smell of her puke is gut wrenching as i quickly went to the kitchen to grab the mop and a pail. Apparently Sarah was still sober enough to continue her puking into the pail while i clean up the floor. James : Are you ok ? What did you do ? Sarah mumbled something about drinking before offering up another chunk of her dinner into the pail. It took me a while to clean up the mess and i opened all the windows in the house to get rid of the smell. When Sarah emerge from the shower at 12.30am on the first day of the new year, i realised i had missed the countdown. She looked much better as she tried to dry her wet hair in the living room. As the water dripped onto her t-shirt, i noticed for the first time she did not have her bra on. I felt another rush of blood to my pants when the wet patch on her shirt increased the level of transparancy under the light. When i saw the tiny peek of her nipples pushing at the wet patch of her tshirt, i almost came on the spot. So goes the weak mind of a teenager. Sarah must have realised my line of sight as she pulled her tshirt away from her body and stood up. Sarah : Do me a favour James, don't tell anyone what happened. I only have the image of Sarah's nipple in my mind as i nodded eagerly to my step sister. .......................... We had breakfast together as a family on the 1st day of the new year. Sarah broached the subject of her getting a jog while waiting for the results and was well received my our parents. The thought of getting a job did not cross my mind at all. Sarah went on to list out a few restaurants that she will want to go to as a waitress and i realised the only one i've heard of was swensens. I was in the midst of putting together a sales pitch to my parents to buy me a playstation when i got dragged into the whole working thing by Sarah. Sarah : James should join me too. It would be good for him to learn something new. I wanted to throw my chee chong fun at Sarah but she patted me on my lap. Sarah : Don't worry, i'll take care of him. I was not happy that i couldn't just rest and enjoy my long break from studies but on the other hand i was bribed by a simple pat on my thigh. And of course , the thought of spending a little more time with my step sister. I am cheap. James : Ermm. i could try. Although we did talk a little more to each other, we are hardly considered close, but still i see it as an improvement to our relationship 2 Weeks later, i started work on the same shift with Sarah at the restaurant in our airport. I adapted quickly to the going ons at the restaurant and when i received my first paycheck of about 950, i felt rich for the first time in my life. I did not understand how come Sarah got 1.2k despite us working the same hours. Pointing to the discrepencies in our pay, i asked her why the difference in our pay. Sarah simply replied with a smile and another ruffling of my hair. Sarah : It's a secret. My second paycheck of 850 arrived soon after and I did not bade an eyelid when i saw Sarah's pay of 1250. A couple of days earlier i had overheard the job agency agent that handles our payment confirm the time of his date with Sarah when he came down for dinner. I hardly spend my earnings and Sarah was nice enough to take me out on our off days. Needless to say, she paid for the expenses. I wanted to ask if the job agent is her boyfriend but i did not. I figured that if she spents her off days taking me to the movies and dinner, she should not be dating anyone else. We got our respective results in march of 2000 and we were both quite happy with what we achieved. On 5th June 2000. I bought my first mobile phone with the money i saved. Nokia 3210. Sarah got the same model as me 2 days later. She came over to my room one evening and joined me on my bed. We were both on our bellies as we texted each other and trying to see who got the longest snake. As the digital snake on my handphone screen got longer, i felt my snake down south got longer and more excited as well having Sarah so close to me. |
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I'm enjoying my favourite curry puff from Old Changke, while setting my tentage here
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Tertiary
I started my class in a polytechnic instead of a college. Sarah went to NUS.
We both had a bit of problem adjusting to the tertiary life, no uniforms, timings of lectures and tutorials are different. There was a lot more freedom. Within a year of starting our tertiary education, we were both active on the dating scene. I've brought back several girls for dinner while only 2 guys manage to sit at the coverted seat beside her on the dining table. My parents wasn't that happy that i'm changing girlfriends at a rate of one every 2 months, certainly not too please that i brought them back for dinner after being together for a week or so. It's got to the point when my mum had to tell me to make up my mind before i brought anyone else back. Sarah and i got closer during our tertiary days. We would talk about our relationships, what we did and what would our partners like. I asked her on the finer details of what to do to win a girls heart and when it's her turn to ask about the men's point of view, i always have the thought of sex on my mind. As we got comfortable with each other, the complains about our respective partners grew, there always seems to be some characteristics that did not gel with our own. We would bitch about it, laugh about it. I would be texting Sarah on occasions when i'm out with my girlfriends. She would be texting me whenever her boyfriend tried to be romantic when they just wanted to have sex. Whenever Sarah had sex with a new partner, i would get the first scoop. She would come over to my room and we would talk about it excitedly. I'm always intrigued by her level of detail when she describe how her boyfriend manage to make her cum. From the hostel rooms to the empty lecture halls, Sarah tried them all. I've had my fair share of sex as well with my girlfriends in poly, there was the sneaky touches at quiet bathrooms, the benches in the park, there was the close calls at shopping mall staircases and on the rare occasion, in my room. Tertiary life came and went in the blink of an eye. My enlistment to the army also marks the day Sarah broke up her longest relationship. I ended my longest relationship of 6 months when i was in the army. ................................... For some weird reason she herself can't explain, Sarah was single from the time i enlisted till she graduated. Every weekend when i booked out, she would be waiting for me at the entrance of my camp. We always greeted each other with a hug before catching a ride to town together. None of my friends believed she is my sister. I did not want to go to the trouble of having to explain my family situation. I always just replied with a smile when they tried to ask more. We would catch movies, have dinner, visit book stores, literally every avaliable minute was spent together. We grew close, but somehow back at home, there is this invisible barrier that seperates us, we still have to keep our distance from each other. Sarah graduated from NUS in 2004 and started her first job 1 day before our prime minister announced the 5 day work week for all civil servants and a reduction in our national service. I got a 2 months reduction and i was a free man on the evening of 3rd November 2003. I waved my pink ic to Sarah who was waiting at the camp entrance as i approached the guard house. Her arms slid around my waist as she took my ic and had a closer look at the boyish picture and laughed. My step sister took me out to dinner that evening and we reached home in the wee hours of the morning holding each other's hands. .................... I landed my first job with my diploma on within 2 weeks. That was when the troubles began. |
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Wahh. Cannot lah. The climax build up is making the tent in my pants.. rise. hehe. Love how you tease us with your vagueness, reserving all the detailing to the best parts. Carry on!
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your stories are just sooo captivating , would love to meet the person behind the keyboard and thank you in person for constantly stimulating my mind with such strong stories and imaginations .
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Another good story to look into!!!
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TS, Is it a real story ??
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wonderful read!
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Oh oh... Your step sis is in love with you and is jealous of your new office girlfriend?
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