Take an alternative route home
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
You don't want to meet any of your friends, so you take a slower way - it's still only a five-block walk.
Normally a brisk walk home is refreshing and fun. You're a pretty girl and you know it, and getting looked at is fun, thinking carefree thoughts as you trip along. But today? Today you just want to break out in a dead run, preferably in disguise, to get out of sight and out of these cum-spattered clothes. And hit the books!
You try taking a different route than you normally do, hoping to avoid people you know. But you're not in luck.
Two blocks passed...good! A couple of your friends drive by and wave. Damn. You wave back and force a smile. That fucking bastard, T. If only there was a way to make him pay! Three blocks. Just have to get past mom before she gets a close look - well, that'll be easy...yes, then a quick change, wash the clothes yourself, you sometimes do. Four blocks. Fucking sonofabitch, you'll never get into someone's power like that again. If you can just get out of this fix! Get out of this one and you'll fail a hundred tests before you ever help another sicko boy get off! Five blocks - home's in sight! You're going to make it!
"Hi sis!"
Oh, shit, it's your stupid fourteen-year-old brother Ray, walking home at the same time. Why couldn't he be off with his stupid friends and their Playstation another hour or two? You used to tease him a lot when you were kids. Well, he deserved it. But now he's getting up to be your size and sometimes it seems he hasn't forgotten. You turn towards the house and hustle along, with a distracted, "Hi, bro." Maybe you should've given him a hug, but you didn't want him to see that cum on your shirt...
"Whoah! What'd you sit in?"
Oh, crap. You forgot that T came on your jeans. Loser doesn't have a girlfriend. Just how much goop did that sicko have saved up? You didn't dare feel back there to see. But your brother Ray's feeling it himself - cheeky twerp! "Whoah!" he says. Uh-oh. He's a fourteen-year-old boy. Of course he knows cum when he sees it. The way he hogs the bathroom? Probably spurting it out nonstop.
"Whoah, sis, that's jizz!" Yeah, thanks for telling me the obvious, dumbass. "You don't wanna let mom see that!" Again, thanks, Brother Genius, that thought would never have crossed my mind. He's too quiet. You look around at him and he's looking thoughtful. What the hell...? He's not thinking....?
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
