Hello, my name is Tanner, and I am an average teenage boy who tries to be normal but feels like a weirdo freak. It was hard because I was constantly horny and wore clothes that covered most of my body. This awkwardness made me few friends at school and no girlfriends. I spent my nights fantasying about sex or becoming a hero like in like comics.
My life took a sudden turn with the death of my favorite uncle Roland. He was the odd one of the family, and super rich after cashing in on the rise of apps. The whole extended family arrived at his castle, yes, a freaking real Irish castle he bought and transferred to Northern California. The family gathered outside the castle doors and waited for the lawyer to read Uncle Roland’s will.
The lawyer waited for some of the family to fall into silence. It was hard because there were thirty kids including me and my two sisters Hannah, Annabelle, and older brother Marcus. My parents were standing to the side whispering. I glanced around to my cousins whom I hardly ever seen. I looked at the older girls with women’s bodies looking sexy. Then there were the cuties who held their parents’ hands talking. Then I saw her. She was wearing a deep dark green dress that contrasted against her red hair and freckles. She was young with slight budding boobs just big enough to show the outline and just small enough to not require a training bra. She was my favorite little cousin Jewel.
“Ok everyone” the lawyer called for silence he opened an envelope “Herein is the last will and testament of Roland Francis Berger.” He cleared his voice. “The lands and structurers of Ballycarbery Castle are hereby transferred to a non-profit organization with enough funds to maintain her for a hundred years.” I looked around and saw Michael my handsome older cousin eyeing my sister Annabelle. She wore a sundress with yellow flowers that was just low enough to highlight the tops of her chest. She was beautiful and a year older than me.
“As for everyone one else you are allowed a box to fill up or one item that is larger than the box.”
I was confused. We were just going to raid Uncle Roland’s stuff. I felt completely disgusted, but I wanted to get something to remember him by. A pretty woman with large boobs handed me a box the size of a copy paper box. I glanced around to see the adults talking in hush tones and some were obviously angry.
“What should I get Daddy” Annabelle asked. He whispered an answer I barely heard.
“Ready… Set… Go.” The lawyer shouted. The whole family bolted through the dark wooden doors. It was chaos and I hated every minute of it. I knew the castle very well since I spent a month each summer and would run around. I wanted something personal, so I went to Uncle Roland’s personal study. I was the only one headed that way because it was away from the more expensive prizes. I almost knocked on the heavy oak door before I remembered he was dead. I opened the door and slipped inside closing the door behind me.
Then a memory surfaced.