Part of me was jealous that he had someone so special to share these hard times with but part of me wondered how anyone could ever really feel ready for marriage. I doubted I ever would. Look at what happened with my mom and dad! It seemed destined to fail and I didn’t like to set myself up for failure.
But I had congratulated John and helped him pick out a ring out of several options he sent me online, the actual jewelry stores being closed to in person traffic. I was happy for him and Zoe, despite my own doubts about the institution they were about to enter into.
So, then I started reading comic books to try to get my mind off real life. God, what a horror show they had turned into, though! I mean, I used to love this shit, don’t get me wrong. But they just weren’t what they used to be. I got nostalgic.
It used to be these superheroes would do things. They would track down criminals, get into fights and most importantly, save the day.
Now all they did was sit around, complain and try to “deal” with their relationships. WTF? Who wants to read this nonsense?
And the worst part was that every issue now was full of politics, politics, politics. Sure, back in the day there were a few creators that dabbled in politics in comics. But they didn’t automatically assume that anyone who disagreed with their point of view was an ignorant dummy, unfit for mere acknowledgement.
The writers and editors now were so deeply out of touch of what their readers wanted. I personally just wanted to see some guy wail on criminals, thanks. Don’t try and sell me on whatever their politics might be.
Like so many other former comic fans online, I was doing videos about it. I wasn’t the best, but I did okay.
I saw a great video the other day, in which the guy broke down why the art sucked, too. It was all computer generated instead of hand drawn. Nothing was the same anymore, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
Go to a comic bookstore, any comic bookstore, and they would tell you that they were on the verge of going out of business and that their fan base was furious over the shitty comics that were coming out now.
So, I set up my camera, preparing to once again complain, complain and complain about comics. I had done it so often I was getting tired of it. It was as if the only reason to make comics now was so that guys like me could complain about it. I felt weird giving the industry my money, even if it got me hits on a podcast.
That was when I heard a splash. My instinct was that neighborhood kids had snuck into the pool. It had happened one or two times. Peeking out the window, I saw Tracianne, swimming around in a bikini.
God damn.
Through the blinds, I could see that incredible, glistening ass just above the water line as she swam from the deep end to the shallow. If she wasn’t my stepsister, I’d be all over that. Even with that high and mighty attitude she liked to display, I had to admit she’d be worth it.
She flipped over and did the backstroke. Her breasts were now floating across the surface of the water line.
Fuck. She was so hot.
She got out of the pool and flipped her hair back. Mmm, her walk to the lounge chair, even, was sexy as shit. I found myself getting aroused. My cock was growing hard for my stepsister, even though I didn’t want it to.
Suddenly, as she was drying herself, she looked in my direction. I knew, however, that with the way the light hit this side of the house, she probably couldn’t see me.
I didn’t move. Any movement would’ve drawn her eyes in my direction. When she looked away, I backed off.
She laid back to sun herself. I loved seeing her curvy body on display like that. Damn. My cock was rock hard now. It was jutting out and wishing it could push its way into my stepsister’s hot little pussy hole.
I’d like to see what was under that bikini.
I’d like to fondle her big breasts, run my hands down her wide hips, slap that juicy ass of hers. I wanted to slip a finger under her thong, slide it to the side so I could get a good look at her wet cunt before plunging my big cock into it and fucking her like she deserved to be fucked– long, hard and good.
I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about my stepsister like this. I couldn’t help myself from thinking about pounding her tight little pussy, though. My cock was like a steel rod and my mind was totally distracted with thoughts of bending her over and spreading her ass cheeks wide, spanking them and grabbing hold of them before ripping her cunt open with my cock.