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 The Life & Times of Stuart

   By Daniel Willis (ff)

   Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material
and as such it is not suitable for minors.  If you are a minor, please
leave now as it is illegal for you to be here.  If it is illegal for you to
read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such
material, please leave now.  This story and characters are purely
fictional.

   Dedications To Ryan for giving me the inspiration for writing this
story. Even though he didn't want me to To OpenOffice.org because I'm a
cheap git who cant afford Microsoft Office.  To Pink Floyd and The Who for
giving me something to listen to while writing this story.  And finally to
you my readers because with out you all this is meaningless.  So thank you.

   Authors notes.  Hello my public this story is going to be a long one. 
It already taken me about two months to write this far.  I will say this
now before you get to far down there is very little sex in this story, and
by that I mean there's about a paragraphs worth so if you like lots of sex
in your stories part one is not for you.  However in part two there will be
more a lot more (that's if I ever get round to writing it.) and that's a
promise.  And remember to email me with any ideas or criticisms (I'm very
think skined so I can take it) and tips on how to make my stories better, I
mean it this is only my second story and I am by no means a good writer I
need all the help I can get.

   My email is short373@yahoo.com

   I lay on top of this women.  Her face is a blur I cant make any of her
features out but I feel as if I have seen her before.  we are both naked,
she is says something but I cant make any of it out.  She is a total
stranger but some how I feel like I have met her before but I'm not sure
when.  I look down at her once again.  She lifts her head up and I bring
mine down to meet hers.  our lip connect for a brief moment.  She say
something again but I still cant hear her.  She kissed me again but this
time with more passion our tongues meet and they dance between our mouths.
She backs off and again says something that I am unable to hear.  She
slowly turn round so she is on her hand and knees with her big beautiful
ass pointing directly at my hard dick.  I press agents her pussy but I cant
get it in.  its as if there is a barrier between us.  She turns her head
round and speaks to me but this time is different I can actually make out
what she is saying.

   "You'll be late"

   Her face slowly clears.  I can make out some of her features now.  But
still not enough for me to make out who she is.

   "If you don't get up you'll be late"

   Her face suddenly clears up and to my horror I see that it is one of my
twin sisters I think its Mel...  or it might be Kim.  I cant quite tell.

   My eyes snap wide open.  I'm still not fully awake yet.  I hear my
sister shout again

   "Stu!!!.  you are going to be late.  If I hear you have left that poor
girl waiting at the bus stop again.  don't bother coming back if you value
you life"

   I try to thing of something witty to shout back at her but nothing come
to mind.  So I simply said

   "I'm up.  And how many time have I told you to stop calling me Stu.  I
hate it when you do that"

   "I know that's why I do it"

   My mind turns back to the dream I just had.  I've had this same dream
for the past 5 days now.  Its always starts the same and usually ends the
same but the person at the end is usually one of my sisters or my mum.  I
don't know why I keep on having these dreams it's not as if I fine them
attractive.  But I think that's more to do with the fact I am there son and
brother.  What I mean to say is there not that bad looking my sisters being
twins look exactly the same.  They are quite short at about 5'6 both have
long brown hair pretty faces and small to average tits.  Not stunner's but
nice to look at.  And then there's my mum Katie.  She's slightly taller
than my sisters at about 5'9 she use to have have long blond hair but cut
it shorter and dyed it black.  She had a beautiful face with deep blue eyes
and the most amazing smile.  She doesn't smile much any more not since dad
killed himself 2 year ago.  She's tried to do the same on two occasion
since then.  The first time a few weeks after dad died and then on the
first anniversary of his death.  But she's calmed down down with the
counselling and medication (the only down side is the medication makes her
numb to the out side world.  She just site there looking out of the window
all day.  It kills me to see her like that.) I hate my dad for killing him
self and making mum like the way she is now.  The thing is we still don't
know why he did it he just left one day and never came back.  The police
found his body about 3 week later hanging from a tree in the near by woods.

   I look over at my clock and realise that I'm going be late again if I
don't get up now.  So I get up get dressed in record time and I am just
going out of the door I for get my guitar.  A 1968 Gibson Les Paul vintage
gold top guitar in (near) mint condition I found this guitar at a car boot
sale for £50.  The owners had no idea what they had so I eagerly pick up up
and found out through a bit of research this guitar was worth nearly £3000.
(just a shame all the inners were fucked and it was a bit warped.  Total
cost of repairs £500 but I digress) so I go back pick it up and sprint to
the bus stop at the bottom of my street just in time to meet the bus as it
pulls up.  I get on.  I go to find my bus pass and...

   "FUCK!!!!"

   I for got my pass...  today was going to be one of those days I just
knew it.

   Some time later.  After I get an ear full from Kim which lasted a good
15 minutes making me miss the bus ones again.  (thanks Kim.) as I leave the
house once again I go for my phone and text Rosie to explain why I was
late. I go and press send...

   "FUCK!!!!"

   No credit.  Why does god hate me so.  I get on the bus hoping she's
still there.  By the time the bus gets to this stop its usually always full
but today it was empty (maybe my luck was beginning to change) I get of at
the stop I promised I meat Rosie at.  And she was there.  She comes running
to me and give me a big hug I hug back and apologise for being late.

   "I'm so sorry for being late but I forgot my bus pass and my sister held
me up so I missed the next bus as well."

   "its OK.  really it is.  Lets just head up to the studio now"

   I've been teaching Rosie how to play the guitar for the past 4 months
but she just doesn't seem to be making any progress what so ever.  She just
cant seem to grasp any of the basics.  And most of the time she just seems
to be starring off in to the distance it really annoys me.  Its as if she's
not even interested in playing the guitar.  I catch her daydreaming again
and I snap.  I know I shouldn't have but I was having such a shit day and
she was there.

   "Why do you keep daydreaming like this!  Do you have any idea how
fucking annoying it is to try and teach you the basics, and you cant even
be bothered to pay attention when I'm talking to you!!!"

   Everyone in the studio was starring at me and Rosie.  I felt like such a
ass I went to far.  Rosie started crying and ran off .  The last thing I
could hear was her calling me a bastard.  I got up and chased after her.  I
found her entering one of the toilets.  I got to her just as she locked the
door.

   "look.  Rose I'm sorry for the way I acted in there.  I had no right to
shout at you like that.  Its just that I've been having such a shit day and
I just.  I don't know.  I just snapped"

   A few minutes before she replied.

   "Do you really find me that annoying"

   "No its just that I've been teaching you for 4 months now and you just
don't seem to be interested In playing.  I don't see what the point is. 
Look rose I'm sorry for snapping at you like that please just come out" I
heard the door click and then open...  I looked at her.  I never realised
how cute she looked till now.  She had red shoulder length hair, a cute
face freckles across her cheeks.  Just shorted than my sisters at 5'3.

   "look I'm sorry for being such a dick.  Can we just go sit down and
talk."

   We found a Starbucks we both got some coffee and sat down at one of the
tables.  We just sat there looking at each other after a few minutes.  I
spoke first because I couldn't take the silence any more.

   "Look I know I've said it a hundred time but I'm sorry I never meant to
shout at you like that"

   "No I should be the one saying sorry the truth is I really don't give a
toss about the guitar."

   "Then why did you come to me for lessons"

   She look away and began to blush.

   "Well"

   "I just wanted to be with you.  I thought the only way you would ever
spend time with someone like me would be if I paid you to teach me how to
play the guitar"

   "Wait.  What do you mean 'someone like me'."

   "Well look at me"

   I looked her up and down and thought she was one the the most beautiful
women I have ever met.

   "Cant you see.  I'm ugly.  You would never want to spend any time with
me if I just asked you"

   She started to cry again.  People started to stare.  I grabbed of her
hand and held she calmed down a bit.

   "Look at me and listen to what I'm going to say.  You have not and will
never be ugly.  You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid my
eyes on.  I don't know who told you that you were ugly but they were
wrong."

   She look up at me and started to smile.  God she looks cute when she did
that.

   "You really think so"

   "Yeah.  I have no idea why you would have thought otherwise.  And if all
you wanted to do was spend some time with me you should have just asked. 
The truth is I've kinda had a thing for you.  The best part of my week is
the time I get to spend with you."

   At that point I look at my watch and realise that I'm late to get my mum
to one of her sessions.

   "Look Rosie.  I'm really sorry about this but I need to get get my mum
to her psychologist.  Is it OK with you if I can go do this."

   She started to look as if she was going to start to cry again.

   "look how about this.  I will call as soon as I get some free time and
we can talk for as long as we need to.  I wouldn't be doing this if it
wasn't important"

   "OK fine go.  If its this important it would be wrong of me to hold
you."

   "Thank you so much."

   As I got up she stopped me from leaving.  She looked up at me and stared
in to my eyes.  She stretched up as if to kiss me but just before our lips
met she turned bright red ans turned away and walked off saying she was
sorry.

   I left the shop with loads of question and no answers to any of them.

   I got home just in time to meet Mel helping mum on with her jacket.  Mel
must have heard me come in to the room because she turned round and shot me
a look of pure hatred, if looks could kill I would be in hell roasting for
all my sins but they don't.

   "Mel I'm sorry for being late, but something happened between me and
Rosie, it will never happen again I promise, and wont shouting at me just
make mum late for her appointment."

   I knew I had her at that because if mum was late again they would have
to take her of the bookings list.

   "OK fine.  I'll shout at you later.  Just please make sure she gets
there on time."

   "I will"

   I went over to mum and looked at her.  She had a glazed look in her eye
it was as if she wasn't even there.  I hate it when she get that look.  I
struggle to hold back a sob.  Why did dad have to do this to us.  I pick up
my mums hand and help her to her feet.  She looks at me again with those
cold dead eyes, I struggle to keep my composure .  We walk hand in hand to
the from door and down to Dr Hughes office which is just down the street
from us.

   I walk in the front door with my mum right behind me.  The receptionist
greets me with a friendly smile.  I don't feel much like smiling but I do
any way to be polite.  I ask when Dr Hughes will be ready and get told he
will be ready in a few minuets.  Me and mum take a seat and wait.  Mum just
stares at the wall in front of her.  The wait for Dr Hughes to arrive feels
like a life time.  But he finally shows with a man handing him a bottle of
pills I amuse its another of his patients.  He spots me and mum and says a
finale good bye to his patient then turns to me.

   "So how has your mum been since the last time I've we've met."

   "Yeah she's doing good but I do have a concern about the medication
you're giving her."

   "OK, we'll talk more once we're in my office."

   We follow him to his office and take a seat in front of his desk.  Dr
Hughes Sits in front of his desk and looks at me.

   "So what concerns do you have with the medication I have given your
mother."

   I look over at mum.  She still has that look in her eyes.  I wish it
would stop.

   "Its just since you have started her on this new drug she just seem
to... um I don't know..  its as if she's just running on auto pilot.  She
doesn't even talk any more.  She just sits there starring out the windows.
I was just wondering if maybe you could just lower the amount I need to
give her"

   "OK.  I see what your saying.  By the way did your sisters happen to
mention that today I will be having a longer session with your mother than
usual."

   "No they didn't.  Mind if I ask how much longer"

   "About 3 or 4 hours.  before you start to complain, I need this extra
time so I am able to reconsider what medication I have to give your
mother."

   "Well OK.  Do you need me to stay here or what"

   He laughs at this.

   "My dear lad I would never have you waiting out there for 4 hours.  You
only live up the road so how about this, you go up to your house and I will
call you when its time to collect your mother."

   "Thanks doctor." so you will call about about eight-ish."

   As I left his office I was wondering why my sisters didn't mention
anything about my mum extended appointment.  I would have to ask them about
it when I got back home.

   I open the front door and shouted to see if any one was in.

   "Kim, Mel.  anyone in"

   No reply.  They never said they were going out.  I head up stairs to my
bathroom but I hear a faint moaning coming from my sisters room.  I go to
shout but as I turn around I see that her door is slightly open.  I look
though the gap and see my sisters dressing table which has a big mirror on
it which gives me a great view of her room.  And the view that was greeting
me was one that I would never forget till the day I die.  There was Kim
lying in between Mel's legs with a vibrator, slowly pushing it in and out
of Mel.  I know I should have said something but I couldn't I was frozen. I
couldn't even look away, not that I wanted to.  Kim started to move the
dildo with quicker strokes now.

   "Fuck Kim, that feels so good."

   then kind did something I didn't expect, she lowered her head and
started to suck on Mels clit.  This brought new moans from Mel.  She
sounded like she was close to coming I took a step forward.  And
immediately regretted doing so.  As I put my food down a floor bored gave a
loud squeak which made my sisters jump and turn around and spot me.  Shit.
I knew it would be one of those days.

   End of part one
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