Now we're grateful that Mom got much more than half of our wealthy familys earnings in the divorce, otherwise we wouldn't have this huge house right next to the beach. I mean literally how many young men could hop off their balcony right onto a sandy beach? Then again how many young men had a balcony? Well then, as I sat there mindlessly chomping through my breakfast I was snapped back into reality by a pair of arms snaking their way around my chest, feeling a warm embrace from behind. "Happy Birthday to me" the voice said to me as happy as could be, "oh and to you John". I groaned at my friend sisters annual joke, "wow, you up all night writing that one Jess?" I replied. She just giggled and she squeezed me harder, I couldn't help but feel her soft breasts push into my back causing a slight twitch in my pajama shorts. She released me and walked around to the other side of the island counter to sit across me
