A Student?s Life - Part 2 - Meeting Your Family

It has been just over a month since you surprised me in my halls at uni. It?s now the Easter break, and as per your request, I?m coming to stay for a few nights to meet your family. And this is where things take off. The farm lane scythes its way through the Berkshire countryside, then home straight to your parents? farm. I?ve been driving for just over two and a half hours, as I was caught in traffic and road works on the M25 and M4, making my way from Islington, North London. For this trip I?m borrowing my mum?s Peugeot 207, as I sold my Vauxhall Corsa in order to go to university in the first place. Finally I arrive at your front door. I turn off the engine, take my holdall from the front passenger seat and open the car door. No sooner have I got out of the car and you?re running over to me, taking me into a warm embrace, kissing me passionately. Your tongue exploring my mouth, I feel like I?m in heaven. Then I hear a man clearing his throat; looking up, I see your father. His bald, 6 feet 6 inch frame towers over me and he's twice the size of me brawn-wise. Clearly he is a man whom I do not want to piss off. And I?ve already made out with his daughter in front of him. ?N? Nice to meet you sir. I?m J?? I say nervously, holding out my hand to your father. ?Aye. James. My little Alex told us all about you.? He interrupts gruffly, taking my hand in a firm, brief handshake. Thankfully you come to my Ümraniye Escort aid, taking my hand and leading me into the house. ?Don?t worry about him, James,? you say to me, reassuringly. ?Once he?s used to you, he?ll be happy as Larry. I?ve never brought a boyfriend home before.? ?Y? You sure Alex? He seemed a touch pissed to me,? I reply, looking back over my shoulder. ?You?ll be fine!? You laugh. ?You?ll be sleeping in my room with me, lover boy.? You lead me to your room, where I ditch my things at the foot of your bed. Taking my phone from my pocket, I make a quick phone call home, to let my folks know I got there safely. Hanging up the phone, I make my way back downstairs, where you are waiting at the foot of stairs for me. ?I was just about to get you, dinners ready,? you say. ?Oh, fantastic!? I eagerly reply. ?I?ve not eaten since I left home, been regretting that for the last ten miles.? ?Well then its perfect timing.? You laugh, leading me to the kitchen. Once again, I come face to face with your father. Who, thankfully, is looking a lot calmer than when we first met. ?This is my dad, Ian,? you say, then gesturing to a middle aged woman setting the table, ?This is my mum, Leanne." Your mother stands to greet me; she?s identical to you. Maybe a bit shorter, but not by much. ?Nice to meet you Leanne,? I say giving her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. ?I can Ümraniye Escort Bayan see where Alex got her good looks from.? ?Oh thank you, James,? your mum replies blushing slightly. ?It?s nice to see our Alex has found herself a charming young man.? ?And my sister, Emily, should be around somewhere,? you say looking around the kitchen. ?Oh she?s just in the cellar, grabbing a bottle of red, Alex,? your mother replies. Hearing footsteps emanating from an open doorway to my right, I turn my head. I see Emily coming up the stairs, clutching a couple bottles of red wine in each hand, her auburn hair falling over her left shoulder. The next thing that I see is that she?s slightly bustier than you, a 34D by my estimates, which is surprising to see on such a slim girl. I stare at her, transfixed, but your voice snaps me out of it. ?This is my older sister Emily, James,? you say, then turning to Emily, ?Emily, this is James.? ?Hello, James.? Emily greets me, coyly, then looking at you, ?He?s definitely as fit as what you say he is, Alex.? Blushing slightly, I take the wine bottles from Emily, and with directions from your mother, open them and place them on the kitchen table for later. The next few minutes fly by, and before I know it, I?m sat next to you at the kitchen table. Sat directly opposite Emily, with your mother next to her and your father at the head of the Escort Ümraniye table. I'm thoroughly aware of Emily stroking my leg with her foot, as she looks over the brim of her wine glass at me, but nevertheless I?m enjoying it. After dinner and desert we sit and chat amongst ourselves, until I can feel the tiredness I?d been fighting taking a hold of me. I tell everyone that I?m really sorry but I?m tired after my gruelling drive and am going to be turning in for the night. You look faintly disappointed; clearly you were planning on a quick tumble before going to sleep. I take myself off to bed and the second my head hit the pillow, I?m asleep. Waking up the next morning, I look over to see you fast asleep still. Yawning to myself, I take my tracksuit from my bag and go for an hour or so run, having left a note to say where I was and what I?m doing. Getting back to yours, I let myself in, shout out a general hello to make my presence known and make my way to the shower. Upon reaching the shower, I strip down. My cock, semi erect from my run and increased blood flow, springs free. Turning the shower on, I wait for the water to heat up and step in. After five or so minutes, I hear the door open and close. Assuming it?s you, I carry on washing. Then all of a sudden, I hear Emily?s voice. ?So? That?s what Alex gets to play with.? Shocked, I turn round. My hands springing down to cover my, still semi erect, cock. I see Emily standing in front of me, wearing nothing but an almost sheer robe. As I stand there nonplussed, Emily takes a step towards me, removing her robe as she does. Revealing her naked body to me, I can feel my cock twitch as it starts to get harder at the sight of Emily?s body.