Literotic asexstories – Birthday Pool Party Ch. 29 by WittyUserName,WittyUserName
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Hazel
On Friday, like every day, my alarm wakes me up far earlier than I would like it to. Also like every day, I have to resist the urge to roll back over and go to sleep. I’m not a morning person, yet I have to act like I am. It’s what happens when you’re the oldest of four, and both your parents work.
At least I’m up early enough to be able to take a shower. I strip down and step into the stall. Then I soap myself up, shave my legs and my pussy, and finally let the spray wash the suds off of my tan skin. With a sigh, I dry off before dressing into my clothes for the day and putting my long brown hair back into its usual ponytail.
Once I’m dressed, it’s time to cook breakfast. I prepare a nice meal, and then I head to the bedrooms to wake up my brothers. First, Scott. At fourteen, he is the closest to me in age, being in his last year of middle school. We miss out on going to the high school together by one year, unfortunately.
Next is Daniel. He is twelve years old and also goes to the middle school. Finally, my baby brother, Michael. He’s only eight, and follows me around like a puppy whenever we’re both home. Michael goes to the local elementary school.
Yeah, I’m the only one with an unusual name. Turns out, Hazel is the name of my great grandmother who passed away the morning of my birth. Since she’ll never get to meet me, I get to have her old-fashioned name.
After my brothers are fed, I make sure they get ready for school. Then I get them to their respective bus stops, and am free to start my own day. Our parents work so much because of the cost of supporting four kids. They’ll be working late tonight as well, so I’ll have to make dinner.
I offer to get a job occasionally, but they insist that my education has to come first. I understand, and appreciate the gesture, I just hate that I have to be the third parent around here sometimes. Third parent, yet they still treat me like a child in so many ways.
I toss my backpack into my beat up car before getting into the front seat and buckling my seat belt. Then, it’s off to school. Like every morning, I chat with the girls. I’m still unusually quiet, I can’t put my finger on why I don’t feel right, but I still feel off. Fortunately, my friends don’t press the issue.
I text the girls during homeroom, then morning classes begin. I sit in the back of my first class and flirt with a cute boy. He doesn’t ask me out, but it’s definitely a fun time. The rest of my classes go by slowly. Then, it’s finally lunch.
I eat my cheap food as my friends flirt with their respective love interests. Even Kayla and Ian are talking again. I’m happy for them. Still, I’m so glad that I don’t have a boyfriend. Granted, Ashley and Marcia aren’t official with Josh and Shawn, but still. I’m single. I’m hot. And I’m loving it.
Immediately after lunch is when things heat up. Everyone starts whispering among themselves as I walk down the hallway. Even more than usual. Their voices are all riled up. I can’t hear what they’re saying though. I eventually stop someone and ask them what the fuck is going on.
“Didn’t you hear?” the girl asks. “Keith Strulk just got arrested!”
“For rape?” I exclaim without thinking.
“Uh, no.” the girl gives me a weird look. “For drugs!”
I thank the girl and then continue on my way to my next class. I’m glad my assigned seat is near the back of the room. This way, I’ll be able to text with my girls. I pull out my phone the instant class starts and text our group chat.
Hazel: Oh, my God! Girls, I just heard Keith was arrested!
Lexi: Wait. What?! He was? For what? Details!!!
Ashley: Arrested for rape?
Hazel: I don’t have any details! I just heard it was for drugs.
Marcia: Oh God, finally!
Kayla: It’s true. He was arrested right in front of me. The officer said it was for having drugs.
Lexi: Why were you with Keith?
Kayla: The usual. He stopped to call me a cum dump.
Ashley: What a piece of shit!
Hazel: At least you got to see him get handcuffed. You did get to see that, right?
Kayla: Yes! He tried to run and was tackled right in front of me!
Marcia: That’s justice.
Lexi: I wish I could have seen that asshole led away in handcuffs.
Kayla: It was beautiful. 🙂
Ashley: I can imagine! I’m so happy for you, Kayla! And you, Lexi!
Hazel: Now, we need to get rid of David!
Marcia: That would be nice.
Lexi: Hopefully, he’s next!
Kayla: I hope so.
We continue texting throughout the day. Then, we meet up after the last bell. The five of us all end up in a massive group hug as we celebrate the downfall of Keith Strulk. Filled with hope, we’re all expecting David and Keith to be charged with rape any day now.
I hop in my car, thankful that the old piece of shit starts, and drive home. Then I prepare after school snacks for the kids. They get home a few minutes later and start devouring everything. They’re growing boys, it’s understandable.
“Okay, make sure you do your homework before you watch television.” I say sternly.
“Ugh, fine!” Scott groans.
“Okay.” Daniel sighs.
“What are you doing, Hazel?” Michael asks.
“I’m gonna clean up.” I answer. “Then I’ll do my homework as well.”
“Can I help?” Michael wonders.
“Oh, of course you can!” I smile happily.
I hand Michael a sponge, and he helps me wash the kitchen table. He’s such a good helper. I love him. After we’re finished cleaning up, Michael and I do our homework on the kitchen table together. Scott and Daniel are laying in the living room, doing their own work.
“What are you doing tonight?” Michael asks me.
“I was actually thinking of going to a party once Mom and Dad get home.” I answer.
“Can I come?” he inquires cutely.
“Sorry, but it’s an eighteen plus event.” I laugh.
“I’m eight! That’s close!” Michael insists.
“It’s very close.” I agree as I rub the top of his head. “But not close enough!”
“Aw!” he laments.
Once our homework is done, I let them all watch television. It’s tough for them to find a show they agree on. In order to make it possible, I let Michael use the TV in my bedroom while the older kids watch something in the living room. That television cost me a lot of my allowance, but it’s worth it. I love laying in bed late, watching my favorite shows.
I watch cartoons with Michael until it is time to make dinner. I slave away in the kitchen, making the best meal I can. I’m not a great cook, but I get a lot of practice, so I’m decent enough. It’s edible, at least!
“Aw, meatloaf again?” Scott laments.
“Boo!” Daniel adds.
“I think you meant to say ‘thank you, Hazel’.” I roll my eyes.
“Thank you, Hazel!” Michael smiles. “It smells delicious.”
“Aw, you’re welcome!” I rub the back of his head as I lean down to kiss his forehead.
We say grace and eat dinner. Scott and Daniel complain a bit, but still manage to shovel down three helpings each. Once they finish eating, Scott and Daniel run back to the living room to play video games. Michael, my little helper, works with me to do the dishes. We wrap up the leftovers for Mom and Dad, then head back to my room to watch more cartoons.
Mom and Dad eventually make their way home. They ask how the kids are, and I answer that they’re fine. My parents thank me for the meal, and heat it up so they can eat. Then they ask about my plans for the evening.
“Well, there’s this party I’d really like to go to tonight.” I say hesitantly.
“Will there be drinking? Drugs?” Dad asks sternly, his eyes on me.
“Of course not, Dad.” I lie. Well, I’m lying about the drinking. I don’t think there will be drugs.
“Who is hosting? Will their parents be around?” Mom asks.
“Just a friend from school.” I lie again, not divulging that it’s actually a frat party. “And, yeah, there will be parents.”
“You can go.” Dad nods.
“Thank you, Dad.” I say with a smile.
“I trust you won’t engage in any behavior that would make us disappointed in you.” he just has to add.
“Of course not, Dad.” I promise.
“Good girl.” Mom smiles.
“Remember your curfew.” Dad adds.
“I will.” I nod.
I have very religious parents. They believe that sex is something only shared between a husband and wife. If they ever find out I’m not a virgin, they’ll disown me. And no, I don’t think I’m exaggerating at all. I have to be very careful. The freedom I enjoy now is only the result of constantly not disappointing them.
I go to my bedroom to get ready for the party. I put on a matching bra and pantie set, then slip on a cute pair of tiny jean shorts. Finally, I add a v-neck top and step into a pair of flip flops. Slinging my purse over my shoulder, I head out the door.
The party is already in full swing when I arrive. I park my car and walk by various people on the front lawn as I make my way to the door. I’m quickly shown in and offered a cup of alcohol, which I accept. I’m driving tonight, so I can’t have more than this one. I take my time and enjoy it.
Suddenly, I notice a lot of loud cheering coming from another room. The fact that I can hear it over the loud music is a testament to its volume. I make my way over and see that the crowd is watching a very, very drunk girl give head right in the middle of the room! The guy she’s servicing has his arms over the couch, and a very smug look on his face.
“Yeah, suck that dick!” a female voice calls out.
I frown when I realize that I recognize that voice. Looking around to find the source, my eyes eventually land on a stunning blonde with big tits. The girl is obviously drunk, and holding a red cup full of alcohol. She’s standing next to a very tall man who seems out of place here. It’s a frat party, and he’s in his late-twenties, at least. I make my way over to them.
“Brittney, hi!” I shout over the music and cheering.
“Hazel? Hey!” Brittney responds. “Nice to see you here! This is Peter. Peter, this is Hazel.”
“Hi, Peter!” I call out.
“Nice to meet you, Hazel.” Peter says politely. “That’s a very interesting name.”
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