Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: Minnesota
|Introduction: Just a story I thought up while at a friends. The male role is me, but I change a few of teh back stories on things. Hope you enjoy. More... sexual parts will be expressed in later PARTS.|
Ryan and Morgan
Introduction: I was at a friend’s house and had this fantasy. The girl is like a sister to me, but that plays no part in this story. I also have to type this with one hand, because I recently broke my right. Anyways, enjoy.
I’m Ryan. A normal kid with an abnormal past. My Father was the sort of Army Father that thought that if you did not do everything perfectly, you were not welcome to any sort of love.
So, beatings were taken from it. Not fun, seeing as my Father is 6’4” 245lbs, all muscle. Anyways, I had always taken shelter at my best friend, Morgan’s house. She and I lived by each other since we were 7.
Oh, I forgot to mention my appearance. I’m 6’0”, 124 pounds, so… a string bean. I have big brown eyes, and perfect eyebrows. People ask me if I wax them. I do not. I have dark brown hair that I put up into a Fauxhawk. I’m 15, and I have a slightly well built frame.
Anyway, enough talking about me… more about Morgan.
Morgan is 14. She has shoulder length blonde hair that she loves to put in a small ponytail. She’s about 5’5”, and 100 pounds. She was a little tan, with great legs. They are my favorite part of her. She has beautiful green eyes, high cheekbones, big pink lips, a cute button nose, white teeth, with braces. I don’t regularly like braces, but they made her look like a cute little girl, and that’s how I treated her, like a little girl that needed protection.
She and I were sitting out at her pool one day, when her brother’s friends came over and tried to push us in the pool. I pushed one back, he hit me, and I socked him in the face.
And yes, that is how I broke my hand. I broke my right pinky knuckle, which pushed into my hand, fracturing my hand in several places. Stupid, I know, but nonetheless effective.
But the next sight I saw was NOT what I was expecting. I turned around to face Morgan and said,
“Sorry about that, maybe I should jus-“
Morgan kissed me on the cheek, jumped back, looked down, obviously embarrassed, and quickly said, “Thanks, Ryan.” And ran inside.
That started the confusing feelings I had for my, for all figurative sakes, sister. I treated her as such, and visa versa.
I texted Morgan later that night;
“Hey, uh… what’s up?”
‘nothin . how r u?’
“I’m fine. But, uh… I have to go to the Clinic tomorrow again about my hand. It has a stint over it already, but…it hurts, Haha. Want to hang out tonight?”
‘awh! Im srry ur hand hurts! Ill kiss it better! Shure, I can hang out 2nite. Come over @ like, midnite.’
“Thanks, doll. (;. I’ll be over later. Gotta get ready! Bu-bye!”
I didn’t want to ruin things so quickly by acting like a normal 15 year old. I really loved Morgan, and nothing can change those feelings I have about her. So, I snuck out the window in the basement, and ran over to Morgan’s.
She was already standing outside, crying. I stopped dead in my tracks, and said “What’s wrong babygirl?” and she screamed back, “DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT, YOU BASTARD!” and ran off crying. I ran after her, grabbed her wrist, looked deep into her eyes, and said sternly “Tell me what’s wrong. Now.” She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, and said “I love you.” Of course I was mildly shocked, but I said, “I love you too. Now what’s wrong?”
“Well, that’s not what I mean. I love you. More than I should. I always have.”
She said, looking up at me. And let me tell you, the way the moon reflected off her eyes would make you want to kneel down and cry. It was amazing.
“So… why did you call me a bastard?”
“Because, when I kissed you by the pool, I was expecting you to do what you always do with girls! Forcefully kiss them until they melt into you…”
“Well, I wanted to. With all my heart. I just, love you too much to move that quickly with you, babe.”
“Why can’t you? Don’t you think I’m pretty?”
“Of course I do! What makes you say otherwise? I may treat you like a little sister, but that’s because we’re pretty much brother and sister! But, I promise, with all my heart, that I love you. More than I should as well. These feelings have been building from puppy love to full blown obsession. I love you with all my heart. More than anything. I want to be yours. Forever.”
I then remember thinking I had said too much, but that was before I really looked deep through her eyes, and I saw her soul. I saw it. It was… bliss. Amazing. There is nothing else like it in the rest of the world. It seemed as if we sat there, staring into each others eyes for ages, until we both heard my Father scream, “RYAN, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
I sighed, kissed Morgan on the cheek, told her I loved her, and ran home.
I awoke in the morning with an unknown fullness of the mind. As if nothing else mattered. Only what I knew at that moment. Those were the things that mattered. And I loved that feeling. It was, unimaginable. The day I lose that feeling is the day I die. And even on that day, I will be happy I knew Morgan. I looked at my phone, and saw I had 6 texts, all from Morgan…
‘omg! My dad got a new job, its like, 6 hours away! Im moving! :(‘
‘ANSWER YOUR PHONE PLEASE’
‘are you embarrassed by me?’
‘fine. FUCK YOU.’
After I read all of those, with my heart pounding, I packed a quick suitcase, wrote a note to my Father that I had left, and ran to her house, where the U-Haul truck was outside, open. I threw my suitcase in, jumped in after it, closed the truck, sat, and waited. Hoping they would let me stay.
Because if they didn’t, I wouldn’t return home. I would stay on the streets. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep, scrunched up against a box that had Morgan’s handwriting and said, “Clothes”. It smelled just like her. And I couldn’t get enough…
I woke up, hearing the excited screech of Morgan, and the irritated growl of her Father and Brother. Her Father, Tim, did not mind me, but was just exhausted and didn’t want to see another problem on his hands. I groggily got up, shook off the uncomfortable sleep, got out of the truck, and said,
“How would you react if I told you I was a House Warming Gift?”
Tim and Morgan both snickered, but Jim, Morgan’s older brother said,
“Get out of here, faggot.”
And received a smack to the back of the head by Tim and Morgan, who had to stretch, seeing as Jim is 6’3”.
“Shut the Hell up, Jim. Ryan, you can stay here as long as you want. I don’t trust that Father of yours. You can have the room next to Morgan’s. Jim will sleep in the basement. I WAS going to use that room for an exercise room, but the weather is nice enough here, I can run outside, and I think the Gym is about 15 minutes away. Fantastic.”
After Tim said that, I was ecstatic. I perked up, hugged Tim as if I would hug a true Father, and turned to Morgan.
“I told you I wanted to be yours forever. Don’t think a matter of miles will stop me. I’m a persistent guy. I love you.”
After I told her I loved her, I made sure to get the point across to EVERYONE that I really did, so I grabbed both her hands, and kissed her with a passion none could surpass.
Later that night, after we finished putting all the boxes away, too exhausted to actually start decorating, I laid in bed, thinking about how odd that day had been.
When I had finally closed my eyes, I heard the door slowly start to creak open, so I opened my eye enough to see what was going on, and there stood Morgan, in her Pajamas.
It had been a chilly day, so she was wearing my old pajama pants, and a tank top. She didn’t have make up on, and she rarely did. I always thought it was amazing she didn’t find anything she didn’t like about herself, but was always modest about it.
I still thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. And I think she knew it. It was probably because when she closed the door behind her, and turned on the light, my mouth was almost on the floor. She giggled, quietly, came over, sat on my bed, and said plainly,
“I’m so glad you chased me. I love you with all my heart. I want to be yours forever, too. But, I'll explain more about that tomorrow.”
Kissed me on the forehead, stood up, turned slowly, and walked out of my room, shutting of my light, to leave me there, for the rest of the night, thinking about how amazing the last few days were.
End of PART 1
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