Cinderella – My Friend’s Little Sister
One night while heading to my apartment Atlanta, I bumped into a group of people standing in a circle. They where having a cypher, rapping and spitting rhymes, dressed in thug apparel, rapping about ice, hoes and guns. I stopped to take a listen. My pride took over and I decided to jump in the cypher, I spit a few bars and suddenly I was the hottest rapper in the hood. We all exchanged numbers and one dude wanted to give me his album. We walked to his apartment, and that’s when I saw her. His light skinned little sister with breast the size of watermelons. I swear to this day I can’t understand how she was able to stand up without falling over.
I could sense there was an attraction, this young girl couldn’t take her eyes off of me. Luckily for me I knew better than to sleep with an under aged girl in Georgia. 17 will get you ten, has and will always be my motto. Luckily for me, when it comes to sex I have patience. Fast forward a few years. Her brother and I stop kicking it as much as we used to, and then one day I seen her dressed in a wonderful blue dress, and some amazingly nice high heel shoes. The little sister was all grown up. She walked over and spoke to me, I returned her greeting along with a joke. “You going to church?” She told me no, and told me that she had came home from college. She also told me that she was now legal and she pretty much begged me to take her to the club. Prime time, for all my Atlanta readers. Being bored on a Friday night sucks, but I decided that wouldn’t be such a good idea if I took her to the club.
I wasn’t about to violate dude like that by sleeping with his little sister but I was tempted. She hugged me goodbye, pressing her super soft breast into my chest. Since that random meeting, she would begin to frequent my house, I would cook almost every night. That’s the life of a bachelor, so she would come over get a plate and watch a little tv. One day she came over in flip flops, sweatpants and a wife beater. She didn’t have a bra on, I couldn’t help but stare at her nice round 19 year old nipples. She had told me she had a boyfriend, so I thought everything was cool, but I was wrong. She began to play fight with me, pressing her melons in my face and against my body and before i knew it, we were kissing.
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