Well Cum 2 The Real World

Ah, you wouldn't believe the life unless you live the life....

I always had a funny feeling about the family I was adopted into growing up. My adopted father was born in Egypt, but he looked more like an "African American" with haunting green eyes and a way with the ladies I could only hope and pray to inherit. His name was Taalib and he was married to the finest specimen of Italian womanhood that had ever walked the earth. Marissa had that thick dark hair, that deep natural tanned skin.... The bodies on each of them...when they'd walk together, hand in hand in public ladies would moisten at a mere glance and some men would get hard as Chinese arithmetic and others would feel extremely inadequate.
From this blessed union came Ashura, my older "sister". Ashura was the epitome of her parents: her father's incredibly Imposing yet charismatic presence and her mother's alluring sexual charm that was the fantasies of men, women and children as far back as elementary school.
Me? I was a funny lookin' boy who was half black and half white, to this day I don't know which parent was what. All I know is I adored Ashura and spent more of my waking hours day dreaming about being between those incredible thighs....
We lived in Alexandria, Virginia of all places. My father owned valuable property and land in Cairo which had been in his family for generations. My mother's family is from Sicily where her father is the Head of The Most Powerful Family in all of Italy. I've heard it said many times that the only families with more power and influence are members of the Bildebergers, whoever they are😉.
It was because of the educational benefits and various businesses my parents controlled that we were raised in America....
I remember the summer Ashura before graduated high school. Because of her birth date she graduated at 18, although my parents' influence ensured the school records showed her to be 17.5.
I had gone to a summer camp and because of my outstanding leadership abilities, I won a trophy and a good sized tent I pitched in our backyard.
"So what are you planning for your big night out in your brand new tent?" Ashura asked sarcastically. "Have a bunch of your weirdo friends and reach other comic stories?" I was a pretty talented artist and so were my friends; we had made long range plans to establish our own comic book publishing company....
I breathed a heavy sigh and replied, "Nah, I just plan on sleeping out there by myself. I think I'm too old to be sharing tents with fellas... I ain't that type of guy."
"Too bad you don't have a girlfriend or two that could show you there is a world far beyond your little superheroes.". Ashura's annoying chuckle was a tease in itself.
"Yeah, I'm sure you wrote the book on that world and starred in every chapter. All based on your own well known world of personal experience." I laughed aloud knowing I got her with a good one. I heard the sound of a sharp "slap". I felt the hot sting on my thigh, looked at her and saw the wet towel in her hand.
"Maybe if you had at least an inch down there you would know what it's like to be a real man. You ain't got nothin' but a teenie weenie.". My older sister stood there giving me the hand sign of "little dick", laughing her ass off.
With an eerie calmness I learned from my father, my response: "Another thing that about your reputation that precedes you: even a jumbo jet looks small flying into the Grand Canyon." Instead of pointing, I looked directly at her crotch and raised The People's Eyebrow, turned and walked away.
I had no idea our parents were standing there in the dark, listening and analyzing everything.
"It's time our lovely daughter and handsome son were brought into our world.". Marissa licked her lips and smiled.

END OF PART ONE...