It Started on a Saturday

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I woke to the sound of my alarm clock, blaring all the way on the other side of the room, signaling it was time for me to start my day. If it were closer, I would have took the batteries out of that hellish device and slept through the morning but, as I put it in the corner ever since I moved into the apartment to get me out of bed and ready for work, I didn’t have the luxury of a few more peaceful hours of sleep.I sat up in my king sized bed with a stretch and a yawn, blinking away the last remnants of sleep from my eyes. I got up from the comfortable mattress and it’s warm blankets to step up to the large window beside the foot of my bed and pulled back the gold colored curtains, only to regret it a second later when I shielded my eyes from the suns blinding light. When my eyes adjusted to the intensity, I opened the large glass door which lain behind the curtains and stepped out onto my balcony, looking down on the moderately peaceful streets of Chicago.I felt the light breeze on my bare skin and shivered slightly. Being eight stories up in the air tended to bring on a light chill, especially in the mornings. Also, being clad only in silk boxers did little to warm me up so I returned to the warm comfort of my apartment, shutting the glass door behind me and going in front of my mirror to see what the damage from a nights worth of tossing and turning did to my hair. I looked in the mirror, seeing a handsome, 6’2” male of milk chocolate skin, a lean, athletic frame, and unique, vibrant amber colored eyes that looked almost a golden; especially when the sun gleamed off of them. My family and many women told me how pretty my eyes were, and how they fitted my sculpted face. I shave regularly, I don’t like to have a lot of hair on my body besides my head. And that was where the damage lied.My thick black hair which had been pulled into dreadlocks since as long as I can remember, was sticking up wildly at impossible angles and had been tossed way out of order. I sighed, running my hands through them to try and calm my wild bed hair. It had helped a little, getting the vertically standing dreads to rest around my face but they were still sloppy and all out of place. I grabbed a face cloth and a drying towel, heading to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower.After I exited the bathroom, with a cloud of steam billowing out around me, I immediately toweled off, folding the large fluffy thing and setting it on the glossy oak-wood floor beside my bathroom door. I walked to my nightstand first, grabbing a black elastic band to pull my dreads into a neat, ponytail, then taking my stick of deodorant and rolling it on my underarms. Next I reached for the bottle of baby lotion to put on my light chocolate skin. It isn’t the manliest thing in the world but my sensitive skin needs it. Next, I went to the dresser which stood beside my nightstand but on the opposite side of my bed. I went in to my underwear drawer, pulling out a pair of gray briefs, which comfortably hugged my muscled thighs and outlined the bulge in my crotch which I was slightly proud of. I went into the drawer below it and pulled out a neatly folded white t-shirt which I slipped on easily and decided to go to the kitchen to start breakfast.For me, breakfast comprised of: A homemade omelet, two strips of bacon, a glass of milk and the Saturday morning news. Thankfully, going to college with culinary arts as my major, and a job at a prospering downtown Chicago restaurant helped make it the best damned omelet around. The forecast called for rain at around seven, and I sighed. I was home, single, and with no plans for the entire Saturday! When it got to be around 10:35 AM, I began calling my friends up, seeing if they had plans and wanted to hangout at a bar or just chill at home and play video games like escort we used to. Unfortunately, Mike was just about to leave town when I called, Lee and Kev told me they were spending the day with their girlfriends, and the two other friends I had were sick and had to work!I tossed my cellphone onto the couch with frustration and turned on the TV in the living room, plopping down on it with a sigh. No friends to help lighten my mood, and I sure wasn’t going to go to my dad and step-mom’s place. My eyes widened as I realized, I could probably hang with my half sister, Alicia! As if she were reading my mind and waiting for her to be remembered, I heard the ring tone I had in place for her began to play. “I’m a bitch, I’m a lover. I’m a child, I’m a mother. I’m a sinner and a saint, I do not feel ashamed!” I quickly pressed the talk button and pressed the phone to my cheek.“Hello?” I asked into the phone. “Hey James! It’s Alicia, you got a second?” She asked. “Sure,” I answered. “What’s up?” I got up from the couch and moved my way back to my bedroom. “I have a favor to ask. You know I don’t have a car and mom and dad won’t let me use theirs, and they said I couldn’t drive yours, so would you mind playing chauffeur, for me and my friends today? Pretty pleeeeease?” Alicia pleaded loudly. Normally I would have made her go through a lot more trouble and needed something out of it, but today I was so bored that I was pouncing at the opportunity to leave the house. Not that she needed to know that though. “Ugh, sure..Just make sure that they don’t tear up my car, you know how I am about it.” I said coolly, even though on the inside I was thanking her a million times over.She squealed like a young girl at a boy band concert, making me have to hold the cell phone away from my ear for a moment. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you sooo much! I love you soooo much!” She exclaimed. I could almost feel the contagious smile she was giving right now through the phone. I grinned from my end at her happiness, but kept up my ‘tough big bro’ appeal. “Yeah, yeah. But if you’re not ready by the time I get there, I’m pulling off again.” I threatened. “Yeah, whatever you big liar, you know you’d wait for me as long as it took. But I’ll be ready, see ya later!” She said before hanging up. I followed suit and hung up as well, tossing my phone on the bed before going through my drawer, pulling out a dark blue pair of Levi jeans. “She’s right.” I thought as I went through my closet, pulling out the ironing board from the corner and the iron from the top shelf. “ I would wait for her, any time.” And I meant it. My mother had left me and my father when I was a year old, a two years later, my dad met Penny, a white nurse at a bar. In the same year they had a beautiful mixed baby girl named Alicia, Who had a light brown skin tone, they gray eyes of her mother, and the black color of our father, but her mother’s texture, as it was silky and wavy and went down to the small of her back. It was hard to admit, but my sister was drop dead fucking gorgeous ! A perfect hour glass figure, full, luscious lips, a D-cup bust, and a thin waist. She had the perfect round, firm, heart shaped ass that swayed hypnoticly when she walked. A thin waist and wide hips, as well as long, slender legs that took long strides when she walked. Alicia liked to pretend she was just a regular old girl but she knew as well as anyone else she had looks that would make a priest renounce his faith!Along with good looks, Alicia had a fun personality. She was outgoing and friendly to most, always stuck up for her friends and knew what she wanted and worked to get it instead of waited for things to be handed down to her. Alicia and I look nothing alike, yet we were brother and sister, no matter what people bayan escort said. And we got along perfectly well! We play wrestled, even into our high school years, always watching out for each other, and the teasing which came with any brother and sister. Some people confused us as a couple, but we were quick to correct them.As I went on, I grabbed a gray button down long sleeved shirt to wear, and a black vest with silver buttons to go with it. It took me about five minutes to iron them as well as my pants, before I pulled on some white ankle socks and my gray converses. I took a look at myself in the mirror once I had put everything on. I knew I was only probably going to be going with them to the mall and maybe a bite to eat, but I always like to dress my best. I put on a single squirt of Blue de Chanel on my wrist and rubbed them together, then another on my neck, rubbing it in. I admit, I might have did that to impress one or two of my sister’s friends, but can you blame me? When your single and about to be the only male in a group of females, you want to turn one or two heads yourself, no?I looked in my wallet, seeing I had a lot of cash left from my last paycheck and a fresh new wad from my most recent, so I was good in the funding department. I grabbed the black, collapsible umbrella I kept beside the door as well as my pocket knife and wallet. “Shit, my phone!” I remembered before dashing back to my bedroom and snatching it off of the bed. I tucked it in my right hand pocket and my wallet in my back pocket before exiting my apartment and locking the door behind me.I got down to my car, my pride and joy. A gold, CLA-class Mercedes Coup. She was as beautiful inside as she was outside, comfortable padded seating, a silver coloring with a little TV on the dashboard for passengers, and it was just a mix of luxury, and technology all in one beautiful, turbo-charged car. I hopped into the drivers side and drove some miles to my sisters house, where her and her friends were apparently waiting for me inside. I parked on the curb outside a blue shingled house and unlocked the front door, seeing my father, a dark skinned short man in his mid forties, and beside him was his wife, Penny. “Hey dad, hey Penny.” I greeted them with a smile. Even though I can’t handle being with them for too long, I am always happy to see them as they are me when I stop by. “Oh James! Hi, Alicia mentioned you were stopping by!” Penny said, getting up to hug me. I met her half way, giving my step-mom a gentle hug, before going to my father and patting my father’s shoulder with a smile. “Hey dad, good to see you.” I said with a more formal tone. He returned it with a nod and a half smile before returning his attention to ESPN.Me and my father have relationship. Yes we loved each other, but I think that’s only because we’re family. He and I argue a lot when I stay over, and he’s the main reason I always leave as soon as I can. We get along sometimes, but he and I both know he cherishes Alicia more than he does me. “Hey, Penny, where is Alicia, I told her I would drive her and her friends around.” I said. She smiled and kindly pointed to the kitchen. “Her and the girls are in the kitchen, gossiping and snacking.” Penny told me.I thanked her and headed in, standing in the doorway to see my beautiful sister, chatting with three of her friends, an Asian girl, I remembered her name was Hanna, from the first time we met three months ago. Sweet girl, she was a bit shy when it came to boys though. Then there was Destiny, who was sitting on the kitchen counter, and enjoying a bag of low fat potato chips. And lastly, Heather. Heather was a snob, always thinking herself as a princess and expected everyone else to see her as such. I have no idea what my sister likes about her. escort bayan She could be nice when she wanted to, but really, she was a bit too stuck up for my taste. “Hey, you ready?” I asked, causing all of them to turn and look at me, standing there.“James!” my sister exclaimed, pouncing on me from the marble counter top. I almost fell back from the surprise of her hug, but I planted my foot behind me quickly to hold the weight and I returned the energetic hug my sister gave. I had to say, she looked phenomenal! A pair of white pumps, with some red leggings, and a red and white tank top under a white cardigan. She had on lip gloss which shimmered and shamefully to admit, attracted my eyes. Her all natural hair was flowing down her back and she did a little twirl, noticing how I was looking her over. “Like what you see?” she teased as she stopped with her back to me, and looked over her shoulder with a playfully seductive look.I smirked as my amber eyes rolled. “Oh yes, my heart melts with burning desire. Get the fuck out of here!” I laughed as batted my arm. “You look nice, and smell nice too,” she complimented. I smiled as Destiny wolf whistled at me, and Heather placed her hands on her hips, looking me over with a smirk that I took as her version of a compliment. Hanna nodded in agreement with the others and I couldn’t hide the blush that made my cheeks turn a bit redder. “Yeah, thanks, yo all look great. So, can we go now?” I asked, jingling my keys before them.Alicia nodded and lead the way out of the kitchen, brushing past me and unintentionally giving me a whiff of her natural cinnamon scent. I followed after her, and after we all said goodbye to my father and Penny, everybody piled into my car and I drove off down the street. “So, where are we going?” I asked, looking at my sister who was in the passenger seat beside me. “First we were gonna go to the mall, shop around a bit then look for a place to grab lunch.” she told me in her silky voice. “Wow, she really does sound sexy when she talks..” Wait. What the fuck? Where had that come from? I shook the thought from my head and nodded. “Uh sure, okay.” I said. She looked at me with a raised brow. I could tell she was about to ask if I was okay before Hanna spoke up. “Uh, James? Do you mind if we play some music?” she asked. “Go ahead, sure.” I answered, smiling back to her. Destiny handed up her Ipod and the chord which plugged it into a car to play the music aloud.Once Alicia plugged it up, she began scrolling through the songs before ultimately saying “Fuck it” and she pressed the shuffle button. My speakers blared London Bridge by Fergie and my passengers all but yelled the lyrics in time with the song. I couldn’t help but laugh at their rambunctious behavior. Somehow, around the middle of the song, they got me to shout out the background calls of “Oh Snap!” when the time came. We were hitting the town hard and it was still only two in the afternoon.When we got to the mall, I had to circle twice to find a close enough parking spot. When I got out along with my female company, I could feel the jealous glares shot at me by every male in a mile’s radius. I could understand their envy, not every man was able to get to have a bunch of gorgeous women crowd around him when he went out in public, in good close and a hot ride. I let them drag me into a boutique store and I sat on the benches designed for men to sit and wait in agony while their date, ((or little sister and friends in my case)) tried on an endless amount of clothes. It took about thirty minutes for them to try something on, come to me for an opinion, second guess my opinion only to have it reconfirmed by their friends, and buy most everything they picked out. That was the process for the next store after that as well.I don’t know what the hell I was thinking after they pulled me into the Victoria’s Secret store. I could barely contain the erection brought on by these lovely ladies each time they tried something on then came out for me to see. Especially the one’s my sister…

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