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Dakota pt.2

Obviously this is fictional since I never spoke to her again since the second grade. I saw her once when I was 11-12, but we never spoke. This is how I wished things had happened and a little extra stuff for you guys to make up for posting the first part without any sort of sex whatsoever, but you need a prequel to make a sequel. I apologize for any errors that may be in the story or if you do not enjoy it. If you’d like me to continue on with the story feel free to let me know in the comments.
“Ready?” my mom asked, pulling up the curb to the school. I was clutching my backpack tightly unconsciously and loosened the grip as soon as I realized.
“Yeah,” I nod. Today would be my first day back in Washington after spending the rest of my elementary and middle school years in Texas. The adjustment was difficult since I had no friends and the Texas weather compared to Washington’s was like day and night.
“Bye sweety,” my mom laughs. She says it extra loud so that any within five feet of our car could hear.
“Mom,” I sigh, opening the door and climbing out.
“See you tonight,” she says, now serious. I wonder how she does that.
“Bye,” I wave, turning away to face my school. I look over at the sign that says: Hill Ridge High School. This was where I will be spending the next four years of my life apparently. As I walk through the cloud of my future classmates they all looked pale compared to the tan I got from Texas’s summer rays. Of course there are some that have somewhat of a tan, but I doubt it was from being here. I watched as they all pooled together into the gymnasium and lingered around in the back so that I wouldn’t be squished. In the end I was and was pushed against a girl so that my crotch grazed her ass. She turned to look at me, furious, but the look on my face must have calmed her down a bit.
“Sorry I, uh, they pushed me and I….,” I was trying to find the words.
“Collin?” the girl asked. I looked at her quizzically. Something about her seemed familiar, but I still had no idea who she was.
“Yes?” I asked, looking down at her. Her deep brown eyes stared up to me since I was about three inches taller than her, which made her about 5 “4” and me 5″7″. I tried to figure out who she was, but I was dumbfounded.
“I should go,” I finally say, joining the rest of the crowd. For an hour or so the principle and some teachers welcomed the freshman to the school and talked about rules and regulations we’d have to follow. That sums it up pretty well. After it ended everyone had five minutes before they’d have to head to class and I went over to the vending machine to get a bottle of water.
“Do you really not remember me?” a hurt voice says from behind me. I nearly jump out of my skin and turn to look around. The girl from earlier is back. Her long blond hair is tied back in a pony tail exposing her lovely face and has a black Rolling Stones t-shirt on. She has tight jeans on that show off her perfect ass.
“I don’t know anyone here,” I explain to her,” I moved a long time ago. The last time I was here I was around six or seven.” That brings me back to the second grade and the girl named Dakota. It takes a while before I connect the two.
“Dakota?” I breath.
“You still are an idiot,” she shakes her head at me. At this moment I want nothing more to embrace her, but I can’t build up the courage. She takes the initiative however and hugs my tightly, putting her arms around my neck and I pack mine around her mid back section.
“I missed you,” she whispered into my ear before leaving for her first class for today. I do the same and head to class. Most of the day goes by in a breeze and lunch pulls around the corner. I grab my brown bag full of food and head to the cafeteria. It’s full of people I don’t know and eating outside isn’t an option even with my black hoodie.
“Collin,” someone calls my name. I look to see Dakota beckoning me to join her. Her table is full of girls and one guy who’s sexuality looks to be in question. These aren’t exactly my ideal people to sit with, but it was better than nothing. I walk over to them and take the seat beside Dakota.
Each of them look at me like a science specimen, but one takes a particular interest in me.
“Hey Collin,” the girl says. She has long brown hair that rest well past her shoulders and hazel eyes. Another thing is that she extremely large breast compared to most girls and was around 36C. I didn’t know her, but I wanted to.
“Hi,” I say, wondering how she knew my name. I looked over at Dakota who seemed to be enjoying this.
“You’re right he is an airhead still,” she reaches across the table and flicks me on the forehead,” it’s me Rachel.” Despite myself I don’t hide the shock in my voice.
“Really?” I ask. She looks different compared to when we were little.
“Are you surprised to see I grew out of tom boy stage?’ she ask teasingly.
“I think I’m just surprise to see you. Have you guys always gone to the same school together since I left?” I ask.
They both nod.
“Well sorry I broke the trio,” I say to them and they smile.
For the rest of the week it felt like old times. I was introduced to other people and began to develop a social circle where I would have people to walk to class with. Everything was great and got even better when Dakota caught up to me after school on Friday and asked if I wanted to go to a party with her.
“Sure,” I told her. My mom didn’t mind if I stayed out late since she trusted me well enough not to do anything bad.
“Okay, I’ll text you the directions. By the way you need my number,” she informed me. I pulled out my phone and before I could ask for her digits she took it and typed her number into my phone. I called her so that she could place mine in hers. After we were done with this she waved goodbye before hopping into her friend’s car. I take the less popular route and walk home. It’s pretty easy to remember the way and I’m home within ten minutes. Since it’s 3:30 I crawl into bed and take a long name. I wake sometime later after feeling my phone buzz in my pocket. The sun is no longer up and my room is practically pitch black. I pull out the phone, which causes me to blink about ten times until they can actually adjust.
The text is from Dakota and tells me where the house will be at. She also tells me to send her my address so that she can pick me up at eight. I text her back and with the directions before rolling out of bed quite literally. I lay there momentarily before getting up. My mom is in the living room watching Law & Order intently, but looks up when I enter.
“Hey sleepy head,”she remarks.
“Can I go out with my friends? I’ll probably stay the night,” I tell her.
“Sure,” she stated. Most parents would want to know where I was going or who I’d be with, but like I said before, she trusted me.
“Thanks,” I say exciting the room. I look over at the clock and see it is already 7:30. Although it doesn’t take me long to get ready I like take my time, but since I have only thirty minutes I’d have to speed up the pace. I shower quickly and brush my teeth at the same time. Once I’m finished I climb out wrapping a towel around my waist and heading to my room. I have about twenty minutes left and am pretty good on time. I put on a pair of grey jeans and a white v-neck along with a pair of Nike’s that a collage of black, grey, and white. I pull the black Yankees hat off my dresser and put it on. When I come out of my room my mom turns to look again.
“Going on a date?” my mom ask.
“Nothing like that,” I shake my head.
“Well don’t get anyone pregnant,” my mom orders. My mom had me around my age, which is one of the main reasons we don’t have a dad around. It’s also another reason why my mom always tells me this one thing everyday. I grab my wallet, which I reluctantly put two condoms in because my overly persistent mother and put my phone in my pocket before checking the time. It’s five till so I take a seat beside my mom and watch the rest of the show with her. It may only be five minutes, but I was able to sum it up pretty well. Halfway through the commercials I hear a horn blow outside and know that’s my ride.
“Bye mom,” I say over my shoulder. I close the door behind me and walk to the car. Dakota is visibly sitting in the front seat and Rachel is in the back. I slide in beside her and say hello.
“Hey,” she says, looking me over. I pretend not to notice.
“Hey Collin,” Dakota turns back in her seat. Beside her is a boy who looks a lot older than any of us.
“Hi,” I smile. She turns back and I ask Rachel who the boy is in a whisper.
“That’s her boyfriend,” she informs me. This is something I would have been alright not knowing. I slump back in my seat and Rachel pats my thigh sympathetically.
***
When we arrive to the party I lean more towards Rachel’s company and Dakota seems to be perplexed by it.
“You okay?” she finally ask me when Rachel goes to get a drink and her boyfriend has ventured off somewhere.
“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend,” I can hear myself pouting.
“What boyfriend?” she looks at me, startled.
“That guy that was driving us,” I tell her.
“That was my cousin,” she laughs.
“But Rachel told me-”
“Rachel loves to mess with people, especially you,” she pats my shoulder.
“I guess,” I shrug accidentally making her hand drop from me.
“So were you jealous at the thought that I might have a boyfriend?” she leans into me. Her eyes locked onto mine, making it hard to look away.
“Of course not,” I shake my head.
“Girls like a boy who’s honest,” she informs me. Rachel returns back then and I feel Dakota move from me. There is a certain tension between the two that I can’t quite decipher, but I pass it off as nothing.
“Some of the people are playing some sort of game over there,” Rachel tells us and a slight shiver goes down my back at the mention of game. Rachel and Dakota are blushing a scarlet red now.
“Well let’s play,” Dakota finally says and I follow behind her. I feel Rachel’s hand spank me on the butt as she passes by and I nearly jump. She winks before turning to stand beside Dakota.
In the living room and hear Clint Eastwood blasting even louder. On the floor a circle is formed and a bottle spins between them all. Everyone is confused on it and we take our seats wherever room is available. When the bottle stops on a girl I expect for the girl and boy to kiss and be done with it, but he says “F”. She stands up with him and they walk out of the room into an open room.
“What game is this?” I ask the boy next to me named Tyler who is a brief acquaintance.
“You guys didn’t play this in Texas? It’s called T or F,” he informs me.
“What’s T or F?” I ask him.
“Tongue or Fuck,” he explains,”tongue can be between two mouths or wherever you want them to use it while fuck is pretty self exclamatory.” Once he finishes explaining my heart begins to speed faster. The possibility of being able to do this with Dakota is a dream come true, but also a tragedy if this could be with another guy. My nightmare comes to reality when it’s Dakota’s turn to spin. I don’t want to look knowing the odds I won’t be chosen and stare at my hands. I continue this until someone taps my shoulder and my head snaps up.
“You got picked bro,” Tyler informs me. I look up to see Dakota staring me in half shock. The girl next to her whispers something into her ear.
“F,” she says aloud. Everyone around her looks at me as if I’m the luckiest guy on the planet. She gets up to stand I struggle to stand as well. We go to a room that is unoccupied and sit on the bed in silence.
“You know what F meant right?” I ask her.
“No why?’ she ask me.
“That means fuck. You just announced that to everyone that you wanted to fuck me to everyone,” I laugh nervously.
“Really?” she acknowledged.
“Yeah,” I say, rubbing my hands on my knees.
“Do you want to to?” she says almost inaudibly.
“Not if you don’t want to,” I look down at my legs that are trembling, waiting for her answer.
“I always have,” she claims to me and places her hand on mine, which is on my knee. She leans over and kisses me on the lips. They feel soft and warm against mine and I open my mouth, slowly placing my tongue in hers. She accepts it willingly and begins to use hers. Our mouths are no longer separate and have become one. I move her so that she is all the way on the bed and crawl on top of her. Her lips never seem to leave mine in this process. She roughly rolls me so that she is now on top and is now straddling my waist. I watch as she removes her shirt and her bra revealing her breast. They seem to be slightly smaller than Rachel’s but are still amazing to look at. My hands move from her back to her chest and I gently massage her breast in my hands. I try something I’ve always wanted to and place her right nipple in my hand. She moans softly at the feeling and I know I’m doing it right. I continue to fondle her left breast in the process and switch so that her left breast is now in my mouth. I suck softly and both her nipples are as hard as rock. She pulls me away that she can remove my shirt and I lift my arms obediently before continue to play with her breast.
“You’re really good at that,” she breaths into my hair. My dick is so hard that it’s painful against my jeans and I pull away. She understands and her hands move to the button of my jeans, pulling them off and I lift my ass from the bed so she won’t have trouble. I kick my shoes off and my socks as she begins to remove her pants and flats. Now we are both stark naked and I’m sitting at the foot of the bed. She gets on her knees in front of me and stares at my “7′ inch dick that is pretty thick around. Her hand barely holds it all, but it still feels amazing.
“I’ve never done any of this before,” she admits.
“Neither have I,” when I say this she seems to be comforted by the idea. She begins to move her hand up and down my base which results in her touching the head each time. She begins to speed up the pace. Her warm hand sends an electric current through me and I find myself slowly thrusting to the rhythm of her hand. Just when I think it can’t get better she places her mouth on my dick. Her mouth serves as as a heated vacuum and she licks the tip with her tongue and bobs her head up and down my dick, taking about five inches as she does. I can’t last much longer and I feel as my balls tighten.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warn her, but she continues to suck me off. I begin to come in her mouth seconds later and release my loads into her. One, two, three. Three loads are emptied into her moist mouth and she swallows it all in one gulp. My dick quickly softens after this.
“That tasted a lot better than my friends said it would,” she finally says, licking the remaining cum from her lips and the side of her mouth.
“Your turn,” I tell her. She lays on the bed, trying to prepare herself. I stare down at her shaved pussy and it waits to be touched. I spread it slightly and lick her slit. She is moaning loudly now. I use my thumb to rub her clit and that drives her wild. I begin to stick my tongue in out of her warm pussy hole and she moves her hips. I move my mouth up to suck her clit. As she begins to cum her knees lock my heads and place as I continue to eat her pussy. Her body squirms and her back arches from the bed as she cums into my mouth. She doesn’t squirt like they show most girls doing in the porn but I see as a small river of juices flows from her and lick it all up.
“That was amazing,” she comments as I pull away. I look down at my dick and it is fully hard again. She nods and I place myself at the entrance of her pussy.
“Just be gentle,” she tells me. I nod as I attempt to place the head of my cock in her pussy. She winces a little, but encourages me to go on, but it’s extremely tight. Once some of the base inside of her I feel a little resistance and ask her if I should continue.
“Yeah it’s just my hymen. Once you go through just don’t move around alright?” she ask me. I comply. I watch as she tries to brace herself and slowly push. It won’t give way and once I press a little harder it does. It must be painful for her since she pulls me down so that my chest is pressed against hers and her nails are digging into my back. I know this is not nearly as painful as it was for her and tolerate it. After five minutes or so she recovers thankfully and tells me to proceed. I slowly begin to pump in and out of her the grimace on her face slowly begins to face and is replaced with one full of pleasure. I begin to press harder with each thrust, putting my cock fully inside her.
“That feels fucking great. Don’t stop,” she commands. This is probably the first time I’ve heard her curse.
I speed up once I know she isn’t in pain anymore and am now going as fast as I can with hard thrust into her. She is half moaning/screaming and I place my mouth on hers so she won’t attract too much attention. Just as I’m on the edge of cuming I remember the condom’s in my wallet and realize it is far too late. I attempt to pull out of her, but she wraps her legs around my hips, locking me in place.
“It’s alright,” she tells me, pulling me further into her with her legs. I’m trapped now. I hold out as I feel her vagina tighten around me and pump quickly into her.
“I’m cuming too,” she finally says. Once I feel the warm sensation slide down my cock that sends me over the edge and I thrust deep inside her so I’m cuming into her womb. Once I finish my dick shrinks and pulls out her and her pussy begins to overflow with our combined fluids.
“That was amazing,” she says as I lay down beside her.
“Yeah,” I look over at her. She looks back at me, placing her hand on my chest.
“I’m going to take a quick shower,” she informs me, going to the bathroom attached to the room. I watch as she goes and she turns back to look at me.
“Aren’t you coming?” she smiles.
“Yeah,” I quickly scramble from the bed to follow her.

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My American Virgin part 2

We walked for an hour. It was beautiful; the moon reflected off the ocean and the empty sand created a romantic setting. We talked the whole time. I told Paula that I wished I had met her years ago; that she was everything I wished for in a girlfriend.
Paula shyly asked, “Have you ever had a real girlfriend?”
“No,” I answered.
“Well don’t feel bad,” she replied, I’ve never had a real boyfriend.”
Paula grabbed my hand and I turned to look at her. “Joe,” she tried to say casually although the serious look on her face said otherwise, “Do you need time to visit the other people you are going to visit out here?”
She was staring at me, waiting for my answer. “Paula, there aren’t any people out here—I only came to California to see you.”
Her face softened and a subtle look of understanding and relief was reflected in her face. She whispered, “Hold me.”
Her arms went around my neck and her face leaned against my chest. My hands circled her back and gently pulled her body against me.
We stood that way for several minutes. The hug was not sensual like the highly erotic one we had on the dance floor, but I knew it was much more meaningful. At this moment we both knew our relationship had just changed to a much higher and personal level.
We finally pulled away from each other although I kept my hands around her waist. She smiled at me in a way that said many words not spoken; I kissed her lightly on the lips, and then we started walking again in comfortable silence.
Five minutes later I stopped and looked at her. She smiled and I kissed her. We clung together for long minutes, and then started walking again.
Paula finally said, “I have an eight o’clock and ten o’clock class tomorrow, so I won’t be able to pick you up until about twelve.”
“That’s fine.”
She continued, “We’ve been invited to a party tomorrow afternoon. Pam is graduating from Windy Hills and she’s older than me, but she has been a very good friend. She invited us to a house party in the mountains if you want to go?”
“That sounds great.”
“I have to warn you,” Paula continued, “Pam has been really good to me and she is a great person, but her crowd is a little wild. I’m not sure what kind of party this is.”
We had reached the hotel and as I turned to Paula I said, “We’ll have to go with the crowd and if it’s too much for us, we’ll back off.”
I kissed her good night in front of my motel room door and our tongues played with each other for long minutes. Finally the kisses ended and she got into her car to go home. I stood not moving and watched her car turn and disappear into the night. I wished she had stayed.
The next day I waited outside the door as Paula arrived. She smiled at me and said, “Get in. We’re going to Pam’s house and she’ll drive us to the party.”
I looked at Paula. The first two days she wore a blouse and a skirt, but today she was wearing a conservative halter-top and shorts. I could see about eight inches of her flat stomach and her broad, tanned shoulders were naked. Her legs were slim and tan.
She looked at me expectantly; I leaned over and kissed her.
I said, “I really like your outfit.”
She blushed at the compliment, but said nothing.
Ten minutes later we parked at the curb and went up to Pam’s house. I rang the doorbell. A pretty blond girl opened the door, looked at me and said, “So you are Paula’s secret lover.”
“Pam!” said Paula, “don’t be a shit.”
Completely unembarrassed, Pam said, “Well you are passionately in love with him, aren’t you?”
Paula blushed violently and said nothing. She realized that she wouldn’t be able to out talk Pam.
Pam said, “My boyfriend is in the kitchen. We have tons of food; as soon as we load the car we can head to the mountain house.”
I said, “Whoever owns the house is really nice to let us use it.”
Pam hesitated a second and then, “Well actually, it’s my folks second house. They let me use it for parties as long as the parties aren’t too wild.”
We went back to the kitchen and I was introduced to her boyfriend Dave. He was at least six feet-four inches tall compared to Pam’s five-foot five-inch body.
We packed the car and drove into the California foothills. It was about a twenty-minute drive up winding roads. We pulled into a long driveway and parked in front of a moderate house—probably three bedrooms or so. Behind the house, however, was a large deck and swimming pool. Shortly afterward others started to arrive. There were about eight couples that finally showed up.
Everyone changed into their swimming suits in the house and the water games started. Water volleyball was obviously the big game here. Paula had changed into a conservative two-piece bathing suit, but showing more skin that her clothes. Her stomach was really flat, but it was her slim legs and tight ass that were erotic to view. She seemed embarrassed at first when she caught me looking at her, but then beamed when I said, “I’m sorry Paula. I can’t keep my eyes off of you; you’re just really pretty.”
We played all afternoon. There were ice chests of beer and the consumption rate was at a good college standard. Paula had a few beers and whispered to me, “This is the most I ever drank.”
The water games finally ended and Pam said we should change back to our clothes as they started up the barbecue—hot dogs, hamburgers and potato salad.
Everyone ate a lot, and we moved into the family room of the house. The beer consumption continued, but it was mitigated by the huge consumption of food that we had eaten. Everyone was having fun. Finally, someone yelled to Pam, “What games are we going to play tonight?”
Pam sighed and said, “I forgot to bring them.”
The crowd started booing when Pam slyly looked up and said, “Well I did bring one board game.”
Someone asked, “What’s the name of it?”
“Getting To Know You,” replied Pam.
“How do you play it?” another party goer asked.
“It’s easy,” replied Pam. “You roll the dice and land on a square. The square is either a “have your partner take off one article of your clothing square,” or it’s an action square where you draw a card and do what it says. You only do it with your date and we will only play level one.”
She grinned lewdly and said, “You don’t want to go to level two guys.”
Pam looked at Paula and saw she was blushing. Pam said, “Just to be very clear, you can absolutely quit at any time and we won’t make fun of you. This is to have fun; we don’t want to embarrass anyone.”
Paula looked at me. I said, “Whatever you want to do, I’m with you.”
She thought and said, “Let’s start playing and see.”
The game began; it really was a silly little college game. People threw the dice and moved to their square. My first turn had me landing on an action square. The card said, “Kiss your partner for two minutes.”
Paula was embarrassed as she stood up, but once we started kissing she relaxed and seemed to enjoy it. Right at the end of the kiss, I gave her some tongue.
Pam yelled in a teasing voice, “Just good friends…NOT!”
Paula’s first turn was to have her partner take off a piece of her clothing. I took off her shoes and tickled the soles of her feet as she giggled.
The game continued and more clothes were taken off and more sexual commands were given on the action cards.
Paula lost another article of clothing. It was going to be her halter top or shorts. She looked nervous, but let me take off her top. Her full breasts stretched against her light bra and her nipples obviously were hard as they pushed against the material. She blushed, but then smiled when I raised both hands indicating a perfect score of ten.
One girl lost her shorts and then her bra. The players were quiet when her breasts sprung free and then they cheered as she jiggled them. Pam finally lost her bra. Her breasts were very large and sagged when the supporting bra was removed. She put her hands behind her head and turned around showing everyone—she really was an exhibitionist.
Another guy was down to just his shorts. The game was getting serious.
Finally it was Paula’s turn again and she landed on a take off an article of clothing. She was down to her bra and panties. I saw her blushing violently as she stood up. She looked at me in anguish. I glanced at Pam and she nodded at me. I said, “I think it’s time for Paula and I to quit this game; it was fun, but you guys are too experienced.”
Paula gave me a smile of relief and sat down next to me. She kissed my cheek and whispered, “Thank you.”
She grabbed my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder. Her breasts, still covered by her bra, pressed into me.
The game continued but it was close to the end. Pam drew an action card and said, “Shit.”
Someone said, “Read the card Pam.”
Pam read, “Have your partner finger you under your panties until you come.”
Her boyfriend started laughing as he gasped, “Poetic justice Pam. It is your game. Get your little butt over here.”
Blushing violently she sat on her boyfriend’s lap with her legs on the outside of his. He pulled her back so she leaned against him as his hands went under the elastic of her panties and started to tease her slit. Pam had her eyes closed in embarrassment, but minutes later we heard a groan. She got more and more aroused and suddenly convulsed as her hips thrust up against his fingers. Her spasms continued for thirty seconds or so and then she was quiet.
Paula had been watching closely and when Pam climaxed, I felt her squeeze my arm in excitement. I didn’t blame her—I was hard and a circle of pre-cum had spotted my shorts.
Pam’s boyfriend was laughing and said, “I guess we better call that the end of the game.”
He helped Pam to her feet. Pam looked at Paula and sheepishly said, “I guess I should have quit when you did.”
It was obvious that the party was coming to a close. Pam came up to me and said, “Why don’t you take Paula for a walk. I have to clean up or my folks will kill me. When we’re ready to leave, we’ll blow the car horn.”
I nodded and took Paula’s hand as we headed to the walking trail that Pam had pointed out. At first we said nothing; we were replaying what we just seen.
Finally Paula asked, “Do you think I’m a chicken?”
“Of course not,” I answered. “I’ve never played a game like and it got to me too.”
Paula stopped walking and faced me. “You don’t understand. I think I could play that game, but that’s not why I wanted to stop. No one has ever seen my breasts and I wanted you to be the first one—not fourteen other people.”
The intensity of her stare and the emotion of her statement got to me. I pulled her into me and whispered, “What a wonderful thing to say to me.”
Her hands pushed against my chest as she stepped back. She looked into my eyes and started and reached behind to unbutton her halter top. As it fell to the ground she undid her bra. It also fell to the ground and she stood naked above the waist facing me. Her breasts jutted out without sagging. Her dark areolas circled her very hard nipples. She stood with her hands at her sides awaiting my judgment.
“They’re beautiful, “I whispered. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
I asked, “Can I touch them?”
She giggled nervously, “If you don’t I’ll kill myself.”
We came together and I cupped her breasts and gently caressed them. She whispered, “They won’t break honey.”
I squeezed harder and then leaned over and licked her breasts and areolas, and then her nipples. She gasped.
A car horn sounded in the distance.
“Shit,” she wailed in frustration.
She quickly dressed herself and we headed back to the house. Pam met us and said, “This is the last of us. For some reason my show got a few couples horny and they took off so eight of us have to squeeze in my car. The girls have to sit on the guys.
I slipped into the car and Paula followed and sat on my lap. She wiggled her butt to tease me. Two other couples piled into the back seat. I put my arms around Paula holding her bare stomach. As we started down the hill in the darkness, she took my hands and put them on her breasts. For the twenty minutes to Pam’s house, I teased her breasts.
We arrived at Pam’s, thanked her, and drove back to the motel. At the motel we stood against Paula’s car and kissed. She said, “It’s late and I didn’t tell Gran I would be late so she will be worried. I’ve got to go. Tomorrow is Gran’s special day; we clean the house, I drive her to get her hair done, and then we go food shopping for the week. I should be here by four o’clock. Is that all right with you?”
“Of course,” I answered.
She then looked at me turning serious. She asked, “Do you know what the biggest contradiction in the world is?”
I was confused. “No.”
She stared at me and answered, “How about a virgin on the pill?”
I answered quietly. “I’m a virgin too. When…?”
“When I knew you were coming…just in case…I thought it might be a smart thing to do. I didn’t know what would happen, but you are my best friend and…”
I stopped her talking with a long kiss. She pulled me into her and I knew she could feel my erection. Finally she stepped away from me and wailed, “I don’t want to leave you.”
I said, “Go home and take care of Gran. I’ll wait for you tomorrow.”
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Our Deceptive Mom

Our Deceptive Mom
….Our mom was very secretive. She never talked about our dad or about the strange goings on in our house. When my brother and I were little, she would send us out to play in the back yard, but locked the door for us to get back in. We noticed strange smells afterwards in the house and on mom. Sometimes she would be all hot and excited when we came home from school. We lived right by the school and she would watch out the window at the guys.
…She would ask my brother about certain guys. Sometimes she would go outside to the school fence and talk to some guys. We never knew what they talked about.
….I was walking home from school when I noticed two guys I knew, running out of our front door. They took off running and smiling to their car and drove away. I smiled because I was sure knew what was going on.
….This started when my brother and I wondered if my mom had a thing for teenage guys. Our mom was what guys called a ’Looker’, she was real sexy looking. My brother and even I thought so too. We got to see her almost naked all the time. She had all the things guys liked, (and me too). A hot body, nice full tits, long hair down to her waist, and eyes that made guys get boners.
… Some of my girlfriends even got wet around her too. My brother and I, we were very close to each other. My poor brother had to ignore our mom to keep from getting boners. I giggled to myself, but the fact was, I too got wet sometimes watching her. The first time I told my brother that I got a little wet looking a our sexy mom, he said: “You too?’ mom makes me almost get a boner all the time.” We giggled and compared feelings we got from her sexy ways. We compared that she had never made a sexual move on us, but now that we were older, we kinda wish she would.
…The first time we watched a 3some video together on the internet, my brother got a boner and I got really wet. We both instantly wished it was us and mom in that video.
…The video was about two teenagers, a guy and a girl, making their mom all hot and aroused in her bed. She had been asleep and they woke her up by feeling her up. She enjoyed it so much she just let them play with her body. They both played with her tits, licked her pussy and then the guy put his cock in his mom. The girl put her pussy over their moms face as mom ate her pussy. The guy felt his sisters tits. Finally the guy pulled his cock out of his mom and shot cum on her. His sister immediately went down and sucked his cock as he shot a little more.
…That video got my brother a rock hard boner and me the wettest pussy I had so far. The hottest scenes kept repeating themselves in our minds.
…That was the first time we got aroused together. We sat there together and re-watched parts of it again and again. Our mom was at her mom’s house for the night. As we sat and discussed the parts that make us the hottest, my brother turned the computer off.
… It was all dark in his bedroom except for a lone hallway light. He had on loose shorts as I looked at his big tent. I had on my robe and was naked underneath.
..Something happened to us that night. I wanted to be held and felt up. He told me later that he wanted to feel me up, but not get in trouble with mom if she ever found out he felt me up.
… I knew him so well,… so I just reached over and took his hand. I spun my computer chair around the other way beside him. I put his hand on my tits and closed my eyes. He caught on quick and took my hand and put it on his rock hard boner. That was our first real contact as now our hidden wishes were becoming real. We didn’t say anything at first, but just let our hands enjoy us. Pounding hearts, heat, and excited breathing were all part of the feelings we got.
…I love the memory of that night. Slowly we got more and more turned on. We didn’t even try to stop ourselves from getting bolder and bolder with our hands. He pulled me close to him as we felt more of our bodies. Thoughts of having sex with my brother were not new to me, or to him, I found out later. The driving force was on to get closer and feel us more.
…We stood up together and pulled ourselves tight to each other. It was the high point for me as boyfriends never got me this aroused. I realized now I had desires for my brother I had ignored. Now they came to the surface in a rush. I finally now got to feel his warm body and that boner I had only seen tent before. I now felt it between my legs pressed tight against my pussy.
…My legs quivered as his nice hands felt my tits and played with my nipples. I spread my legs some to feel more of his boner which was now hard for me, not some other girl. Our hips began to move as I felt his boner slightly sliding between my legs. With each movement his boner pressed on my clit. Something I knew arouses me faster that anything. My hands squeezed his butt as I felt dripping in my pussy. He parted my robe and I lowered his shorts some…oh yes…there…we felt skin to skin between us, all warm and wet between my legs. His warm hands went in my robe and felt my body up and down.
… I had to hold on to him tight to keep from falling. I could feel the heat from his breath on my neck. He began to kiss it slightly. I just had to return those kisses. I had once had a dream about us making out, but tried to forget I had it.
..I felt my robe sliding down as I let my arms down and let it drop to the floor. I worked his shorts down and they dropped to the floor. The heat from our bodies was awesome. All warm and exciting. We got kinda dizzy with all the new feelings we were now both having. Were we going to kiss?…the anticipation was maddening. Our two minds worked at one as our lips got closer and closer together. The warm air of our breath felt so good I got a special tingle in my pussy.
…Our lips just slowly slid together. That triggered us, as our tongues quickly went crazy in our mouths. I felt his boner jump as my pussy just stayed tingling. We became animals to each other now and my hands felt his body and then straight for his boner. Our hands met there as I felt his wet boner and he fingered my clit. We stumbled over to his bed.
….Down we went as our legs intertwined and the moaning began. Now our feelings came out vocally. From…”..oh my god.” to “oh baby finally”…and many more little emotions came out of us. The rush was on and we wasted no time in getting his cock in me. I wanted to feel it deep in me and so did he. My hands were all over him as he and I began pumping us together.
…I almost couldn’t moan it felt so good. Just little peeps of moans came out as we went higher and higher. I clamped my body around his and drove my tongue deep in his mouth. He pushed his fast moving cock deep in me as we both knew the peak was here.
…How do you describe euphoria….we felt way above it…as I felt warm cum shooting in my pussy. I gasp for air as more cum kept shooting in…we both shook as I had a body shaking climax and moaned…and moaned and he shot more ….and we just let the euphoria flow..
…Our hands couldn’t get enough of feeling us for a long time. We were going to keep the feelings between us going for as long as possible, and we did just that,… as time just seemed to… stop…
…We had the hottest sex we’d ever had all that night. We talked about everything, our hot desires we’d had for each other and now we were fulfilling them to awesome highs.
…We talked about our mom. We were both sure she was having teenage guys over while we were at school. We got a plan. The computer had a camera built in it. We got a motion sensor that would activate it. The computer appeared to be off, but motion turned on the camera with no sound and no light. My brother got a mega stick with all kinds of gig memory and installed it in the back.
….Monday mom went early to her work, and brother and I went to school after setting up the computer up. The camera test showed the couch. For 3 days…nothing happened. The fourth night late we checked it again…..oh my god…
…My brother quick removed the stick and we took it up to his room to secretly play it. Mom went to bed early and her bedroom was down stairs. Brother and I waited till very late and then we watched it together on his computer.
…. Two teenage guys came into view with mom. They started talking quiet and then started kissing her neck and feeling her tits. She had on a long skirt and their hands went under it. They slowly leaned her over on top of one guy, who was now on his back and mom was now on her back too. Up came her skirt by one guy while the other unbuttoned her blouse.
… He felt her tits and then took down his pants. The other guy was taking down his pants. The guy under mom began putting his dick in her pussy. We could hear her moan. The second guy put his dick in her pussy also. Sis looked wide eyed and said: (“ooh my god!, she can take two dicks in her pussy!”) They all fucked as mom moaned and then you could see cum coming out of mom’s pussy, lot’s of cum as they all groaned and squirmed. Then the guys left and mom started counting some money they apparently had left on the table.
….Now we knew what she was doing.
…That video made my brother and I super aroused. I think we fucked that night all night long. We were so hot for each other we really don’t remember….
….My sister, she wanted to watch that video of our mom all the time. She would then get me on my back, and she would lay on her back on top of me. She would fuck me like a wild girl as she finger fucked her pussy while we fucked…. Her squirming and moaning was awesome.
…. As time went by I had come home from work early that day. I looked out the window at the school.
….There was my sister. She was in a tiny bikini.
I smiled…. as she was talking to a bunch of guys at the school fence…..

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Ben Morgan-My Time with Bobby

This is the first of several in a series of short stories called Ben Morgan-(The title of the story). The concept is about the life of a young, college-age male (Ben Morgan) as he moves through life and his sexual experiences leading towards manhood. It is taken from some of the author’s true experiences, but mostly from friction. Let me know if you enjoy the concept behind this continuing series of stories.

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Vacation with my family – part IV

Hi there. Once again I had some free time to write the next part of this story. This story will contain incest. If anybody does not like this or does not want to read about it please read something else. Now have fun and enjoy it.

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How I Shocked Our Mother — Part 2

This took way too long to finish, and it’s a little short — I blame a new job, life, etc. It’ll probably be another two or three parts until we reach the initial introduction. I make no promises on the time frame. (My apologies in advance — work sucks, eh?)

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My Confession, a Love Forbidden

This is a work of fiction. None of the characters are real. No baby animals were clubbed in the making of this story. It was written out in one day and proof read that same day, so please excuse any mistakes or inconsistencies. I realize it’s a bit longer than most of the stories I see on here, so I apologize if it gets a bit boring, you can always skip ahead to the good bits. I hope you enjoy it. Be gentle, it’s my first time posting here.

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Sharing My Room WIth Sis: Deep Asleep

“Wake up, Abby.” I came out of the bathroom and found my sister still asleep in my bed. I poked her shoulder. “Come on, its almost time for school.” She didn’t so much as move. Somewhat annoyed, I began shaking her. “Abby! Wake up!” Barely stirring, she tried to roll over, but I practically pulled her upright.
“What? What time is it?”
“You slept in too late. You only have 15 minutes to get ready. Hurry up, I don’t want to be late again.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have kept me up so late.” Abby disappeared into the bathroom.
It had been a little over a week since the fateful night when Abby’s room had flooded during a storm, damaging most of her stuff, destroying her carpet, and forcing her to move into my room until it was repaired. After I’d spent a hard night in the sleeping bag on the floor, she’d insisted we share the bed, and in our loneliness, our mutual desire for intimacy had exploded into a week of steamy encounters. We, of course, had to hide this, especially from our mom. Fortunately, she was her usual preoccupied self, focused on her job and the house, usually too tired to do much more for us than feed us. Still, the need for absolute secrecy made us wait until late to ensure she was asleep.
The night before mom had been up watching a movie until midnight. We waited quietly with the lights out, passing the time looking for incest porn on my computer until we were sure she was asleep. When the time finally came, we jumped on each other, rubbing and groping. I came to her firm stroking and, for the third night in a row, she orgasmed hard with my finger deep in her pussy and my lips sucking her clit.
On the way to school, Abby told me about her new friend Izzy. Abby was a freshman, and had been having trouble finding friends since starting high school a couple of months before. Her best friends from Middle School had turned on her to join a popular clique. She’d tried hard to get back in with them, but her attempt fell through. I’d like to think that our new relationship had helped her turn her problem around, and given her the confidence to find friends elsewhere.
“Anyway, Izzy’s dad is going to take us to the mall after school, so you won’t need to take me home today,” Abby told me.
“I’m sure you’ll have a good time,” I said. I was happy for her, but also slightly jealous of the time I wouldn’t get to spend with her tonight. Abby picked up the hint of displeasure.
“You alright?” she asked.
I sighed a bit. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Abby thought a moment. “I know what’s the matter, I slept in and forgot to give you a proper good morning.” As I drove, she reached over and started to fondle the crotch of my pants. After a minute we reached a stoplight, and I leaned back in the car seat. She looked to either side of us to see if anyone could see into our car, but I drove an old pick-up that was high off the ground, so there was no problem. She undid my pants and released my now-hard dick. “Light’s green,” she said, slowly stroking my dick. I desperately wanted to cum before we reached school, but driving the car was too much a distraction and time was too short. As we got close to the parking lot, Abby released me and slid back over. “Out of time. We’ll have to finish later.”
I anticipated ‘later’ all day and afternoon, waiting at home for Abby to return from the mall. Whether playing fetch with the dogs or sitting on the couch watching TV, I spent my time still thinking about her and remembering what we’d done together. Random scenes flashed through my mind: My hand sliding into her pajama top and cupping her breast for the first time, her fingers wrapping around my dick, masturbating at the computer while she caressed my balls, tasting the sweet juices dripping from her pussy after she came. Most of all was just the warm, soft feel of her pale, freckled skin and the loving smile that spread wide her round cheeks.
Abby was finally dropped off after dinner. I was sitting in my room doing some homework when she walked in. “I had a lot of fun with Izzy. We have a lot in common.” She held up her bags. “Want to see what I got?”
“Maybe later. Mom wanted to watch a movie with us again tonight, and the sooner we start the sooner we can come to bed.”
She smiled, and then said seriously, “Yeah, I don’t want to stay up as late tonight. I’m pretty tired.”
Early on in the movie Abby left to change and didn’t come back. I’d been staying up later than usual with Mom to avoid even the hint of suspicion that we were up to something, but the waiting was painful. Sitting through the insufferably long movie, I imagined her sitting at my computer looking at porn with her finger deep in her pussy.
When it ended and Mom went to bed, I headed to my room with great anticipation, unzipping my pants before I even went in. I pulled my dick free and flung the door open dramatically. To my disappointment, Abby was lying on the bed already asleep, not even under the covers.
Stepping over the sleeping bag, I tried to nudge her awake. It was hopeless, she’s just too deep a sleeper.
I got ready for bed, hoping I’d settle down and be ready to sleep myself, but came back with my dick still sticking out straight in my boxer-briefs. Not wanting to drag Abby out of bed to wake her up, I decided to take care of it the old fashioned way and sat down at the computer.
Even as I looked through the porn, each time a new page loaded I found my eyes turning to look at Abby asleep in my bed just inches away from me. I focused on the computer, but every handjob, blowjob, and redhead made me think of Abby. I tried lesbian vids, but as soon as a tongue reached a pussy, my eyes were back on Abby. After a week with her, porn just wasn’t going to cut it.
I turned the volume up a bit, hoping the moans might have an effect. I turned my chair into the bed, shaking it. None of it caused her to stir. I turned my chair and stared at her. She was lying on her side facing towards me, wearing a red camisole whose fabric made her skin look even softer. Her tits pushed right through the light material, showing every curve, her nipples sticking straight out towards me. Even though her clothes were all back from the laundry service, she was again wearing a pair of my boxer-briefs as her only bottoms. They were too big for her, but still her round ass managed to stretch the fabric.
I needed to touch her. Up until now she’d be willing for anything I’d initiated, but taking advantage of her like this seemed like it might be a step too far for my typically shy sister. But as soon as the idea entered my head, I knew there would be no getting away from it. I was simply too horny for her, and couldn’t sleep without release. I reached out from the chair and placed my hand against the skin of the side above her waist where her top didn’t quite cover. I slid my hand up her side, carefully watching for any sign of consciousness. Seeing none, I slid my hand down to her breast, cupping it gently in my hand, and then pinching her nipple. Pausing a moment to check again for movement. As delicately as I could, I pulled her top up, sliding it slowly under the side on the bed, pulling it out and over her tits. Her firm B-cups sank only a little downward. With both hands I ran my fingers across and around her breasts, and leaned over to them. I kissed her top nipple gently, and then suckled at it while squeezing it gently.
Setting my sights downward, I carefully pulled her waistband out and down and peeked inside at the triangle of red curly hair, leading down out of my sight. Just as I was about to slip my hand inside, Abby, without waking, groaned wearily and, smacking her mouth, rolled over on her front, her head turned to still face me. Her breathing soon returned to long, slow breaths and I continued. Her legs were slightly apart, and I moved down the bed so I could get a better look. The legs of the boxer-briefs were too wide for her legs, and on one side had fallen open in a way that showed her skin all the way up her smooth thigh the top of her leg, with just a bit of her pussy lips and red fuzz showing. I licked my lips and slowly pulled back the leg opening more, giving a full view of her soft pussy mound.
Now half on the bed, I reached my hands to each side of her waist and started sliding down the boxer-briefs over her round ass, then stretching them out to fit them down below her opened knees and out of the way.
Again checking closely that she was still sleeping, I decided to make use of the opportunity and do something I hadn’t tried while she was awake. I leaned down and softly kissed her ass cheek, running my finger along her crack. With one hand, I gently separated her ass cheeks, and checking her one more time, I licked my finger and caressed it across her anus.
Now feeling bolder, I lowered my finger slowly down until I reached the bottom of her pussy. Tickling briefly right at the bottom, I traced a line around the outer edge of her mound. I placed my index and ring finger on either lip and slowly separated them, dipping my middle finger and gently running it against the pink flesh inside.
Abby’s breathing changed a bit, but she didn’t seem to have tensed. Using just my index finger, I wiggled it between her lips, sinking it a little deeper each time, until it ran lengthwise across her whole hole and the round soft pussy lips closed over it.
I froze as Abby started mumbling slightly. The sounds were unintelligible. Her legs closed some onto my hand, my finger still pressed between her lips. I wiggled my finger a little more, moving it until the tip was just barely entering her hole, and slowly pushed it in just a bit. She shifted her hips a bit more, and I realized I couldn’t go much further without waking her up.
I just barely slid the tip of my finger in and out of her, and tried to consider what to do next. This was all hot, but none of it was getting me finished. I looked up at her face to check her eyes, and saw that her mouth was slightly open. Still asleep, she licked her lips a bit to moisten them and made the barest pucker, as if about to kiss something.
I was as helpless to avoid the next idea in my head as the first one. Although I was almost sure it would wake her up and she’d be mad, I couldn’t stop myself. I pulled my hand free and shifted to the head of the bed. Taking my dick in my hand, I carefully leaned it in to her face. I gently rubbed my tip along her cheek. Pre-cum started beading across the tip of my dick, and I spread it to cover the whole purple head. Her mouth still open, she puckered slightly again, and more slowly than anything yet, I let my dick find its way to her lips. I ran the tip along her bottom lip, then her top, feeling the softness and wetness of them and her warm breath escaping her mouth. I pulled back a moment and again she moistened them.
I brought my dick in gently between her lips until it touched them both, my tip just barely in her mouth. I slowly stroked my cock as it sat there. Suddenly and yet slowly, she closed her lips around my head. Her mouth opened again slightly, and I felt the end of her tongue push against my dick, but only for a moment. Her lips puckered out again and closed a little farther down around my dick, taking my whole head into her mouth. She shifted her body slightly again and let out a soft “Mmmm.” I couldn’t believe she was still asleep!
Some impulse buried deep within her sleeping brain caused her to start sucking gently at what was in her mouth. I couldn’t help pressing my dick into her mouth just a bit further. With my fingertips pinching my shaft I made short, sharp strokes on my dick. Abby’s mouth sucked a little harder, and I felt her tongue press against my head, rubbing slightly with each suckle.
I couldn’t take anymore. I pulled out of her mouth and came. I turned slightly and the first few hard spurts shoot across her back, a bit even reaching her ass. Much of the rest dribble off my dick and fall onto her cheek, where part slowly slid down her chin. She again moistened her lips and then closed her mouth.
I still worried what she might think if she awoke and found out what I’d done. I took a tissue and gently wiped my cum off her face without disturbing her. With my dick gradually softening, I climbed over her and snuggled up against her. She turned again to her side facing away from me, and I pressed against her back, feeling the warm wetness of my cum sticking on her back and ass. I lay there and gradually drifted towards sleep.
Abby shifted slightly again, her head turning towards mine. Just as I was nearly asleep, her soft whisper shocked me awake. My heart suddenly racing with fear and regret, my brain finally processed the words she had said.
“Next time, spend more time on my pussy, and don’t cum so fast. I was just getting warmed up.” She wiggled her bare ass against me until my dick nestled between her ass cheeks, and then pulled the covers up over us.

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Being More Social – Chapters 6-10

Thank you all so much for the warm reception the first five chapters got! I’m so grateful for all of you. I hope the next five chapters are just as entertaining! **No age is mentioned in this story and for all we know all characters are 18 or above for the story.** Also, fair warning, there’s still a lot of tropes. Enjoy.

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Sharing My Room With Sis 6: Loosing a Bet

“So what do you want to do tonight?” My sister Abby was lying on my bed as I came out of the bathroom. It was Friday, and we’d just gotten home from school and had the house to ourselves.
“I have a few ideas,” I said. I walked over next to her, standing next to the bed.
“I think I know what you have in mind.” She leaned her head towards me and softly kissed my dick through my pants. “Last night you didn’t really get a chance to savor it.”
Abby and I had been sharing my room since hers was flooded in a storm, and had spent over a week being more than a simple brother and sister. The night before, I’d come into my room to find her already deep asleep, and too horny for her to be satisfied with porn, I had started touching her. As I grew bolder, I had ended up rubbing my dick against her lips until they had wrapped around my head. After only a moment I’d pulled out and cum. Only after I was done did I find out she had been awake.
I sat on the bed next to her. Our heads leaned together and we began kissing. After our lips separated, she pulled away. “I just remembered, I have a science project I need to work on this weekend. I’d better start on it tonight.” She told me what it was. I’d had the same teacher the year before and had done the same project.
“I remember that one. Isn’t it a group project, though?”
“Yes, but the other members of my group didn’t volunteer to do much. It’s better if I do it myself.”
“Abby, don’t be such a pushover,” I told her. Abby had always been shy, and was afraid of confrontation. “It’s not cool that your group saddled you with all the work. Why’d you let them do that?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t want to be the bitch.”
“There’s a difference between being a bitch and standing up for yourself.”
“Sorry.”
“See, there, you’re doing it again,” I teased her. “Stop it! You can’t be so afraid of making other people uncomfortable.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll try next time.”
She worked on the project a while, then we headed out to grab some burgers for dinner. We got our food and sat down at a table. Abby opened hers, sighed a bit and pushed it to the side.
“They get your order wrong?” She nodded. “Take it back up there and get them to make you a new one.”
“That’s alright, I’m not that hungry.”
“This is exactly what I’m talking about. A little confrontation won’t hurt anything. They get this a dozen times a day; they don’t care. We paid for it, they should get it right.” She still hesitated. I rolled my eyes, then took the burger back myself. I came a couple of minutes later with a new one. “See.”
“Fine.” She was obviously annoyed at my pushing her. I decided to drop it for now.
We went home and Abby declared she was taking her dog for a walk. Feeling anxious that she was mad at me, I grabbed my dog and went with her. We walked down to the park together as we’d done for years. When we got there we let the dogs off their leashes and Abby threw a ball for her dog Angie, a blue healer. My dog Willow, a German Shepherd, ran and beat her to it.
“Your dog’s being a jerk,” she said to me. She was clearly still annoyed.
“My dog’s fine. I think Angie’s just being a push-over.” I’d reverted to my older, more antagonistic big brother self. My comment clearly didn’t go over well.
“No she’s not! I bet she beats Willow this time.”
“You’re on.” Buster brought the ball back to me, and I tossed it back to Abby. As she picked it up, I stepped closer to Angie. When Abby threw the ball, I grabbed Angie’s tail a moment, giving Willow a head start. “See. Angie is a push-over.”
“Cheater. You’re afraid of a fair race.”
Willow had always been the faster dog. There wasn’t really any question who would win, but now Abby had committed to backing up Angie’s honor. I decided to exploit this. “Tough talk. What are we betting?”
“Loser has to be the winner’s slave for a day.”
“Alright.” It was a bet we’d done once a couple of years ago. I had won, and had made Abby follow me around taking small orders and then clean up my room before I lost interest and did something else. This time, however, the old kid game had an entirely new subtext.
Ideas were already coursing through my head for what I’d do with her. Mom had 12-hour shifts tomorrow and Sunday both, giving us free reign of the house. I could have her bathe me and get dressed, or have her pose naked for some pictures. I didn’t want to push her too far out of her comfort zone, but a little might help make her a little more assertive. Mostly, though, I wanted to get my dick in her mouth again. I wondered how many blowjobs we could get into one day.
I got the ball from Willow and handed it back to her. She paused a moment. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” she asked.
I wasn’t about to let her back out now. “I do if you do,” I said, somewhere between confident and condescending.
“Alright,” she said. She turned to her left and hurled the ball a different direction than before, and the dogs went rushing after it. Even as I wondered why she’d thrown it that way, I saw the other dog down there.
Willow may have been faster, but Angie was the better trained. As soon as Willow saw the other dog, she rushed towards it. Abby had spent more time teaching Angie to follow commands and avoid distractions. Willow had just started sniffing the other dog when Angie grabbed the ball.
Abby had flat-out outsmarted me. Somewhat flabbergasted, I went down and collected Willow. On the way home, Abby smiled, whistled, and was almost skipping, all trace of her earlier grumpiness gone.
At home we headed to my room to get ready for bed. Abby hit the bathroom first and came out already dressed in her pajamas; a white tank top and very short shorts. She walked up to me and slowly wrapped her arms around me. Her mouth approached me as if to kiss, then she stopped abruptly. “You’d better get a good night sleep tonight, brother. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.” She released and slid past me to the bed. She climbed to the far side and pulled the covers tightly over herself, facing away from me. For the first time in over a week, I had to go to sleep without release.
I woke up before Abby on Saturday, just early enough to see Mom head to work. I had breakfast and sat on the couch, wondering what Abby might have planned for me.
Around 10 Abby came in and sat down on the couch next to me. “So, what are you going to have me do today,” I asked.
She seemed a little uncomfortable. “This is kind of silly. If you don’t want to do it, its ok, I understand. I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
I should of known she’d try to chicken out. I couldn’t stand seeing her wimp out again. “You’re being a push-over again, Abby. You won, fair and square. I have to be your slave today.”
“Alright, just making sure. Since you’re so adamant that I shouldn’t do that project myself, I’ve decided you should do it. Let’s go to your room.”
We headed to my room and she went into the closet and started rooting through my stuff. I wondered what she was looking for, but was too distracted by her ass to ask. The shorts she wore for pajamas barely covered, and when she bent over slightly, they sunk into her crack and the curve of the bottom of her ass cheeks stuck out the bottom.
After a minute, she found what she was looking for. She turned around holding a bowtie I had worn to our cousin’s wedding a year ago. “This is what you’re going to wear today.” She tossed it over to me, and I put it tied it around my neck. I turned to the computer to start on the project.
“Hold on there, brother. I said you would wear the bowtie, I didn’t say anything about a shirt or pants.” I turned back toward her. She stood waiting. I took off my shirt and pants, leaving just my boxer-briefs. She stepped over to me. “These, too,” she stuck her fingers in my waistband and pulled the front down over my partial erection. She then slid my underwear down my legs, crouching down as she did, until my dick was right in front of her face. I stepped out of my underwear and she tossed them aside. She reached up and lightly grabbed my cock with her fingertips, then moved her head to one side of it, then the other, examining it. She held it straight up and with her other hand, lifted up my balls in her fingers, as if weighing them. She brought my dick down until it was pointed right at her lips, just inches away.
“Today’s going to be fun. But right now you have work to do.” She released me and stood up. “The instructions for the project are in my folder by the computer. I’ll be watching some TV.”
About an hour later she called me into the living room. I walked up to the couch, very conscious of my nudity. Being naked so close to her, I couldn’t help from getting hard. “I want some lunch,” she said. I went into the kitchen and made her something. I took it in to her on a tray and put it right in front of her, standing in front of the TV. My dick pointed right at her, hovering above her food. “Looks good,” she said. She patted the side of the couch. “Wait here until I’m done so you can clean up.”
I stood beside the couch as she took her time eating, my dick at attention a little ways from her. When she finished, I took the tray back to the kitchen and returned to the living room.
“I need something to do until my next show starts,” she said. “Come stand over here again.” I walked over to the couch and again stood next to the armrest, facing her. Abby reached her arm around me and ran her fingers down my back and across my butt, then grabbed with her palm. With her other hand, she tickled my balls a moment, then ran her finger up my shaft and in a circle around my head. She pinched my dick firmly with her fingers and began stroking me, watching intently, until I started oozing pre-cum. With the hand on my butt, she pulled me toward her slowly until my dick came to her wet lips. Still stroking, she slurped the clear liquid off the tip of my dick with three long kisses, then ran her tongue from the bottom of my head across the tip to the top. She pulled back very slightly, hovering her lips next to my dick, then glanced at the TV.
“Oop, my show’s starting.” She released my butt and dick and sank into the couch. “That’s all for now. Go work on my project.”
So horny I couldn’t talk, I turned and walked away. It was clear she was going to be an insufferable tease today. I decided I’d have to take some of the edge off. I went into my room and shut the door. Moving all the project stuff aside, I sat at my computer and started browsing through porn sites and stroking myself.
After only a couple of minutes, I heard the creak of the door behind me. “I thought I’d better check on you. I don’t remember giving you permission to do that,” Abby said. I didn’t even have enough time to close the browser. It wasn’t the first time she’d come in while I was looking at porn. I desperately hoped she’d repeat her previous reaction. I kept stroking myself in front of her, hoping she’d come over and help me. “Are you still my slave?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Then I don’t think you should be doing that on my time.” I reluctantly released my dick. She climbed onto the bed next to me and sat facing me with her back to the wall. She spread her legs apart with her knees bent. She looked at the computer. “That does sound like fun right now. Why don’t you show me some things?”
I complied, my frustration mounting. I went through some pictures and videos like what we’d looked at before. Several minutes of handjobs and pussyeating went by and I noticed that Abby’s hand had slid between her legs. With no panties on and her legs spread apart, her shorts pressed against her pussy. Little hairs stuck out from under the fabric on both sides. Her fingers ran smoothly along her camel toe. “Need any help?” I asked hopefully. It was obvious how horny I was. My dick throbbed slightly.
She waited a moment. “No thanks.” She nodded back at the computer. “Continue.” I could barely stand it. I clicked to a handjob video. “I think his dick is bigger than yours,” she said. She pressed her legs together and lifted her butt up slightly to pull her shorts down over them, then lifted her legs up. She pulled her shorts up to her knees slowly, revealing her bare pussy. The lips were round and soft, but I was close enough to see that the skin was covered in tiny goosebumps where her short fuzzy hairs came out. She pulled her shorts off entirely and spread her legs again, running her fingers across her pussy.
I decided if she was going to taunt me, I’d have to call her bluff. I closed the video and started surfing other things, intent on finding something shocking enough to embarrass her out of what she was doing. Despite our time together, she was still just 15 and hadn’t been exposed to much sex, especially anything real kinky. “Let me show you some other porn I like. Just let me know when you’re ready to stop,” I said. The next few videos showed deepthroat blowjobs and one where the girl was sucking a guy’s balls. I looked over at Abby and she looked back at me, not showing any discomfort. With her left hand, she spread apart her lips. Her right forefinger ran along the pink flesh inside, then plunged inside. She closed her eyes and moaned for my benefit, then looked back at me and nodded toward the computer.
I continued. A girl with a small vibrator on her clit cums, squirting as she orgasms. A girl is tied to the bed and fucked in the mouth, swallowing all the cum. Two lesbians suck each other’s tits and then share a dildo.
Abby wasn’t backing down. Seeing that I was looking at her again, she pulled out and slid her fingers up to her clit. She closed her eyes again and pressed down. Her pussy lips wrapped around her fingertips, as if deeply kissing them. She started to rub in small circles. Her left hand ran up her stomach, pushing her top over her tits, and grabbed the left one, pinching the nipple slightly in her fingers. “Mmmm,” she moaned.
I’d have to push her a bit further to break this. “This is one of my favorites,” I said, and pulled up another video. It was a threesome, starting with a blonde and a brunette sucking a dick. They continued by taking turns eating each other out. The brunette bent over, letting the blonde lick her from behind. After a minute on her pussy, the blonde’s tongue ran up to the brunette’s asshole. I looked at Abby, expected this would be too much for her, and slightly regretted pushing it this far. However, Abby was continuing to watch and rub herself. It seemed she knew what I was doing and wasn’t about to back down.
In the video, the guy fucked the brunette from behind, while the blonde situated herself right below them and licked between her pussy and his dick. He pulled out and came on her, dripping cum down the brunette’s ass and pussy into the blonde’s mouth.
I looked back at Abby. She continued to rub herself, now with her eyes closed, I don’t know if she’d been watching much of the last video. She was rubbing herself vigorously, and her body was tense. Her pussy lips were now wide apart and glistened with moisture. Her fingers were moving so firmly now that her whole pussy molded to every circle. Her thighs were tense and spread so wide they almost pressed into the sheets.
She started to cum. Her free hand grab at the sheets, and her feet pressed into the bed. Her butt lifted up, her ass cheeks squeezed tightly, and her whole pelvis moved up and down in irregular, spasmed thrusts. Her pussy lips were wide and wet, and I could see her vagina squeezing rhythmically. A few drips of white liquid ran out and slid down her ass crack. She started to relax and lowered back onto the bed.
Her breathing started to settle. She opened her eyes and looked at me, blushing. I smiled at her. Her eyes fell down my naked body to my dick. “I thought I’d told you not to touch that.”
Watching her masturbate had made me start stroking my dick again without even thinking. I let go. It was rock hard, and throbbed on my every heartbeat. “It’s been hard so long it’s starting to hurt,” I told her.
Abby sat up. “I’m sorry. We can stop this slave thing if you want. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
I couldn’t back out now. It would mean going back on our deal, and it would mean eating my words to her earlier about being a pushover. I knew she’d backed me into a corner, but I wasn’t going to give in. Plus, I really wanted to know where she’d take us. I just shook my head. “You want me to finish your project now, ma’am?”
“Yes.”
She put her shorts back on and lay on the bed reading a book. It took me another two hours to finish the project. I finally finished and told Abby. It was starting to get late, in another hour or so Mom would be home from work. I turned my chair to face Abby on the bed. “The day’s almost over, Abby. Anything else you want me to do as your slave?”
“You’ve been such a good slave. I have one more thing for you. All this schoolwork has made me tense. I could use a massage.” She peeled off her shirt and lay facedown on the bed. “Start on my shoulders.”
I sat on the bed next to her, my bare skin touching her side. I gently brushed aside her long red hair from her shoulders and massaged.
“Now get my back.”
With my thumbs, I pressed into her lower back, letting the fingers on both hands slide along her sides, caressing. I worked my way higher and higher on her back. My fingers brushed along the sides of her breasts, and with each knead of my thumbs; I let my fingers pull on her a little. My thumbs worked out from the middle, letting my fingers get closer and closer to her nipples.
“Get my legs.” Still being a tease.
I shifted down to sit by her legs. I worked on her calves, then moved up to her thighs. I worked up them slowly, pausing on the inside about halfway up.
“A little higher up.” She was getting more relaxed now. The sly teasing in her voice seemed to be gone. Massaging more lightly with just one hand, I moved up a bit higher and worked.
“Little higher,” she said again. As my hand moved up, her legs spread apart slightly. My fingers just a couple of inches from the fabric over her pussy, I kneaded a bit, then slid my hand up to massage the back of her thigh, my thumb running against the edge of her butt under her shorts. I moved my hand to the near thigh and worked inside again, teasing my finger an inch from her pussy. Her legs spread even more.
“A little bit higher.” She was almost whispering.
Lifting everything but the finger, I ran it up to the top of her thigh, just underneath the fabric. I ran it along the seam of her thigh and groin, feeling her short fuzz. I pulled back and moved it to the other thigh, repeating the caress but letting it just a little bit farther onto her pussy.
I took my finger and slowly and lightly pressed it on the fabric right in the middle of her pussy, then ran it gently up and down. Pressing just a bit harder, I made a slow spiral motion down its length.
My finger moved back up her thigh to the side of her pussy, and with my other hand I pulled the soft fabric to the side, giving me access. My finger explored in her crack.
I was sitting on the bed with the side of my butt pressed against her knee, turned facing her top, my arms stretched to where they needed to be. As my finger started to work deeper into her hole, she reached her hand back, slid up my thigh, and gripped my dick. I pulled my finger out and brought to my mouth, tasting her juice. Moistening my thumb, I slid my finger back into her pussy and, sliding my thumb under her, gently rubbed at her clit.
Suddenly she released my dick and raised her butt in the air, pulling away from my hand. She slid her shorts down to her knees, and with her ass still in the air pressed her chest into the bed. I slid her shorts the rest of the way off. As I moved to put my finger back into her, she spoke.
“Kiss my butt cheeks, slave.” I was surprised at her request. I couldn’t believe my shy sister would ask for that. I wasn’t about to refuse, though. I climbed onto the bed between her legs. I lowered down to the white, smooth skin of her cheeks, and gently kissed one. Though I’d seen it in porn, I’d never thought about doing it myself before. Another time, I might have just thought it was weird. But right then I was hornier than hell, and having my shy sister command me to do it was easily enough to put me over. I kept kissing along one cheek, then the other, each kiss becoming deeper until I just ran my tongue across her butt.
“The middle, too.” I started kissing deeply down her crack to the middle, then ran my tongue back up.
“Kiss my butthole,” she said. This command wasn’t as forceful, but almost pleading. Too horny to bother thinking about it, I started kissing softly on the inside of her cheek next to her hole. I pressing my face between her cheeks and pressed wet lips against her butthole. She exhaled sharply. I ran my tongue in a circle around her hole, then spiraled in and made small circles on it. She arched her back, thrusting her groin more towards me.
Running my hand along her thigh, I started lapping up her crack across her butthole, first lightly, then more heavily. With each lap I went lower, reaching the fuzz between her pussy and ass. Pausing just a moment, I moved down and ran my tongue deep between her pussy lips and up until I reached her asshole, doing another circle. I repeated a few times, then brought my hand back up and pushed my finger deep into her pussy.
She pulled off my and turned toward me on the bed on all fours. “Lay down.” I brought my chest straight down onto the bed under her head. “Turn over.”
I flipped onto my back with Abby’s tits dangling below her right over my face. Before I could even rise to suck her nipple, she crawled over me, bringing her knees to my elbows. Pushing up on her arms, she lowered her pussy right onto my face. I buried my lips and tongue into her pussy, sticking my tongue as far down her pussy as I could, my nose pressed against her butthole.
She lowered her chest down, raising her pussy off my face just slightly, and I stretched up to keep licking her. Her weight on her elbows, I felt her hand wrap around my dick. She pulled it to her face and wrapped her mouth around my head, sucking and slurping as she stroked.
I reached my arm around her leg and got my finger wet in her juices and started tickling around her butthole. I moved my mouth to her clit and started licking and slid my finger back into her pussy. Feeling her lips wrapped around my dick, I wrapped mine around her clit and sucked gently, quickly rubbing my fingertip up and down along the front wall of her vagina.
Abby started to cum. She sat up almost straight on my face. She clenched her thighs to keep from smothering me, but squeezing my face slightly. Her hand kept stroking my dick, and her other hand pressed into my stomach. She started pulsing, hard than before when she was masturbating. Her thighs pressed tighter a moment, and then her pussy pushed hard against my face, pinning it down to the bed as I kept sucking. Her vagina squeezed my finger in spasms, and again a bit of white liquid dripped down around my lips, finding a way into my mouth as I sucked.
It was the hardest I had ever cum. I felt the first squirts shoot out like a rocket. A whole days worth of arousal came firing out in spurt after spurt.
It took several minutes for us both to come down from our orgasmic highs. She finally unstraddled me and fell into the computer chair. I just lay where I was and looked over at Abby. Globs and lines of my cum ran up and down her belly, on her tits, on her face and in her hair. She smiled at me, and I watched a glob roll off the side of her nose, over her top and bottom lip and stop on her chin before she wiped it off with her finger.
Smiling, she started to say something, then paused and averted her eyes as if she thought better. She giggled a bit and looked back at me. “See, if you think I’m a pushover, you can kiss my butt.” I couldn’t help but smile at her bad joke.

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I really, really appreciate you all being so patient while I finally got this latest chapter together. I hope it lives up to your expectations. Life and work have been uncommonly busy these last few months, and now that I (finally!) have a few days to myself I wanted to get this written and done (finally). Thank you all so much, for everything. Please, keep those comments and votes coming. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t know so many of you enjoyed these. Now let’s get to it: finally, here it is, Part Four of You First!
As you might imagine, I had a hard time sleeping that night.
Granted – all the fun I’d had with Jen that day had worn me out, physically (and I was not complaining), but those words kept playing back in my head, on infinite loop. My Christmas present to you… will be myself.
I couldn’t get my brain to shut up. The mere idea was enough to make certain parts of me stand at attention, and to make things worse, remembered images and sensations from the day kept popping back up. I watched the clock wind down into the wee, single-digit hours of the night. I jacked off, twice, in the space of an hour, in an attempt to exhaust my body so that I would fall the hell asleep.
Both times I got up, grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. The first time I just fell back into bed. The second time I lingered at the top of the stairs, staring at Jen’s closed bedroom door. Thinking about what I’d done in there earlier made my dick twitch, and I winced, because I was starting to get chaffed.
I almost did it. It was like two or three in the morning. The parents were dead asleep by now and there was plenty of moonlight to see by. I almost marched right in there. I wondered if she slept naked; either way it wouldn’t have mattered. She’d be mumbly, still mostly asleep, until I grabbed those tits of hers. I could already feel her nipples harden against my palms. She’s hiss in a breath, and moan, and lift her arms above her head to give my hands free reign to wander wherever they liked. I’d kiss her belly button. She’d kiss my neck. Her naked legs would wrap around me, and I’d lay her down and…
My shaking hand was hovering within an inch of her doorknob. Jesus, I thought to myself, get a grip! I took a long moment to collect myself, forcing myself to take deep breaths of the cold night air. It would be warm under her covers. But it would be warm under my own, too.
I wanted it. Bad. But I wouldn’t force it. She told me she’d do it when she was ready, and I respected that.
Reluctantly, I trudged back to bed.
And I had been out of them so long that the blankets had gotten cold.
I didn’t tell Jen about what had happened. I guess I felt embarrassed. About what, I wasn’t sure. Losing control, maybe? I guess I felt like I might have scared her. (You wanna know the kicker, though? I did eventually tell her, a long time after the fact. And she told me that if I had actually done it, if I had come into her bed that night and asked for sex, she would have let me. Never felt so stupid in my life. But I had no way of knowing that at the time. Anyway.) We didn’t have a whole lot of time to talk (or fool around) around then, so I guess it just never came up. School started pretty quickly after Christmas that year, so a lot of our time was spent getting back together with friends we hadn’t seen in two weeks and making sure all our classes and books and whatever were in order. We did spend a lot of time getting use out of our Christmas presents, though. Jen started taking a zillion photos of everything and taking her camera everywhere. Many of her shots were just her trying it out – different filters and settings and whatever, I don’t speak camera – and you could tell she was just having fun with it. Others… well, to my untrained eye, they were really pretty good. She definitely had an eye for composition, and Colorado provided her with no end of scenery and landscape for her to photograph. If she had some sort of numbered requirement to meet before her class started, she probably got through it in a day.
When we were certain we wouldn’t be seen, I’d give Jen a pinch on her butt, or she’d give the front of my pants a stroke. We developed excellent poker faces.
And then – it happened. Finally.
It was Saturday night, the last one we’d have before school started back up. We’d just finished dinner. It was Dad’s turn to clean up the dishes, and Mom was curled under a blanket on the couch, already half-asleep and pretending to watch the news. I’d retreated to my room and was getting some use out of my Christmas present – getting close to a big boss battle in the game I was playing – when Jen leaned around the side of my open door and say, “Hey, I’m bored. Wanna go see a movie?”
I looked up at her. “You want to go out.” She nodded. “Now.” Another nod. “In this cold.”
Nod, followed by a hopeful grin. “Pleeeeease?”
I snorted out a laugh. “How can I say no to that face?” I switched my game back off and started digging for clothes.
Like I’d mentioned, we lived in Colorado, and it was just after Christmas, so, the dead of winter. Ice and snow everywhere. Pretty to see, sure. Not so fun to drive in, though. Dad only let go of his car keys after I promised four times that I would be careful, and to call right away if anything happened. Jen bought the tickets online as I was having that joyous conversation, and then off we went.
“We going to the big one or the small one?” I asked. We had two movie theaters nearby. One was over by the mall, and it was big, shiny, and new. The other was much smaller and not quite as grand, but the tickets were cheaper.
“Small one,” she said, buckling her seatbelt and wrestling with the heater controls in her gloves.
The drive actually wasn’t all that bad. The roads were pretty clear, there weren’t many other cars on the road, and any ice patches we might have hit had enough slush on them to give us good traction. Dad’s car, which we affectionately dubbed The Monster Truck, was built to handle this kind of thing.
It wasn’t until we were almost there before I thought to ask what we were seeing. She bit her lip and pulled away from me a little bit before she told me.
“What!” I exploded. She’d bought tickets to an obnoxious big-celebrity holiday cash-grab, something I had zero interest in seeing. “Please, Jen, tell me you didn’t.”
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad, I’m just… gaah, why that, of all things?”
She managed to look haughty. “I have my reasons,” she stated primly.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you do,” I muttered.
“Hey, you might like it.”
“I might also decide to ram us into a tree.”
And so on went the conversation. We continued bickering all the way up to the ticket booth, where the worker tried not to laugh at us. “Can you believe she’s making me see this?” I asked him as Jen handed over the confirmation number.
He grimaced as he pulled the display up on his monitor. “Yeesh. What we have to put up with for a date, huh?”
Instinctively I was about to correct him, but Jen suddenly latched onto my arm and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Hey, he’s getting something out of it, too. The pleasure of my company.” She said the last bit in a faux British accent, making me and the ticket guy laugh.
“Well, enjoy,” he said, sliding the tickets through the hole in the glass. We thanked him and went inside, shedding our hats, gloves, and jackets. We’d just eaten, so we skipped the snack counter. Once past the ticket-tearer, the hallway was empty, and I leaned over to her.
“That guy at the booth thinks we’re dating.”
“So?” she asked, her eyes merry. “Maybe I want to pretend I’ve got this stud for a hot date tonight.”
I tried to make some sort of comment to that, but honestly I was kind of at a loss for words. I wasn’t accustomed to girls talking to me like that. It was nice. I glanced up and down the hall, just to make sure no one we knew was there, and I grabbed her hand. Her fingers instantly laced together with mine. She didn’t say anything, or even look at me, but she was smiling.
There wasn’t a single person in the theater when we got in there, which was fine by me. “Cool! Free choice of seats.” I aimed for the exact middle. “Here?”
Jen shook her head. “Too close.” I let her lead me to about 3/4ths of the way back. It was a bit far for my tastes, but since I didn’t want to see the movie anyway I didn’t complain. We waited. We watched the before-show promos. The lights began to dim and the previews started, and no one else had entered the theater – I wasn’t surprised.
The previews came and went. The movie started. Ten minutes into it I was bored and starting to check my watch. “Why did you make me see this?” I muttered.
I hadn’t expected her to answer, much less give the answer she did. She leaned in close and whispered, “Because I knew no one else would come to see this piece of shit, stupid.”
I turned to her, stunned, and I saw that mischievous glint in her eyes and it finally – finally! – sunk in. A quick glance around the theater confirmed my original assessment. We were in that movie theater entirely by ourselves.
She wrapped her arms around one of mine and snuggled into me. “I feel bad that we haven’t had much time to ourselves these past few days,” she said. “And with school starting back up soon we’re going to have even less. Soooo…” She leaned in even closer and lowered her voice until it she was whispering. “I thought maybe we could sneak off and make out at the movies.”
I kissed her grinning face, and she was clearly happy to give as good as she got. Right then I loved her more than I had in my entire life. Our tongues played and danced and I was all too happy to totally forget about the movie.
It wasn’t long before Jen started getting pretty into it. She was clutching at the back of my head, pulling me into her, moaning as I kissed her. I was starting to get pretty warm under my second jacket (always dress in layers, kids!) so I took it off, and one of Jen’s hands roamed over my chest. I wanted to do a little roaming of my own, but, while we were alone in here, we were still in a public place, and I wasn’t quite sure how far she’d want to take this.
I got my answer soon enough, when one of her hands grabbed me between the legs. I hadn’t been quite fully hard, but that sure got me there in a hurry. “Jen…” I started, wondering how best to approach this. Could I be about to receive the fabled movie theater blowjob?
“Let’s leave,” she said. “We’re not watching this anyway and I won’t want someone walking in on us.”
Oh. Well, that was fine, too.
I tripped over myself trying to grab all of our stuff and negotiate my way through the narrow row of seats as fast as I could. I was not going to pass up this opportunity. We took the side exit, as casually as we could, as if we’d just gotten out of some other, far less crappy movie, and not have to walk in front of the same employees we’d passed fifteen minutes ago.
We shut the truck doors and started the engine. “Where to?” I asked.
“I don’t care,” she said. “Anywhere.”
Damn. She was hot and ready to go. Well let’s not delay things, shall we? I asked myself, and hit the gas hard enough to scrape the tires a bit on the pavement before they gained traction.
It was pretty easy to tell where our town began and ended. One side of the street would be all lights, convenience stores, gas stations, restaurants, and so on; and on the other side of the street would be nothing. Trees and hills and rocks. We hit that invisible wall pretty quickly and it felt like the truck was swallowed in darkness. I drove as fast as I dared without going (too far) over the speed limit or running any lights or stop signs. The absolute last thing I needed was to get pulled over. I was fairly certain a cop would kill the mood pretty quick. Not to mention having to explain the ticket to the folks. Well, you guys know what it’s like when your sister wants to leave a movie to drive off somewhere and make out…
“Actually,” Jen interrupted my train of thought, “I know exactly where to go. There should be a turn off to the right coming up, take that.” I shrugged and followed her directions. The road became significantly less paved and I wondered what she was up to, but didn’t ask questions. (Would you?)
Trees. Bumps. High-beams. A close call with a deer. You don’t need to know all that. Point is, we came around to this ridge. “Wow,” I said, parking the car. I had no idea how she’d found out about this place. From here, we could see the entire city. Lines of streetlights, signs, cars. It seemed like it just went on and on.
“It’s gorgeous,” I said.
“I seem to recall,” Jen said, leaning towards me, “that when we started this whole… thing that we do… that you had mentioned something about being in a car, overlooking the city…”
“I did?” I honestly did not remember that.
“You did.”
“And what happened in this thing that I was describing?”
“You were talking about me getting naked with a boyfriend.”
“There are parts of that sentence that I like.”
“I want you, Shawn.”
“What, now?”
“Now.” We kissed.
“Aren’t you worried someone’s going to find us?”
She started taking off her shirt. “Stop me, then.”
Off came the bra. I snorted. “You first.”
She growled as she flung herself over to my side of the truck, straddling me. Instinctively my hands went to her hips, but she grabbed them and planted them firmly on her naked breasts. She groaned as she kissed me. I pinched and pulled at her nipples, rather mercilessly, until she squealed. Again, her hands found their way to my pants.
“Are you sure?” I asked as she fumbled with my zipper. She’d said she’d wanted a few weeks. It hadn’t been that long.
She stopped. Her eyes rose until they met mine; she made sure I was looking at her. She placed one hand on either side of my head, and leaned forward until her face was within an inch of mine. I could feel her heavy breaths on my lips. “I want you in me, Shawn. I’ve waited long enough.” And then she blinked, drew away. “Unless… don’t you want to…?”
“Wha- Yes! Good God, yes! Do you have any idea-”
She cut me off with another kiss; I’d been about to tell her about the other night, where I’d almost come into her room in the middle of the night, but apparently…
Allow me to share with you some advice. Having sex with someone for the first time is a nerve-wracking experience in and of itself. You’re both excited, and terrified, and you’re so worried about what the other person is thinking that you almost forget to enjoy what you’re doing. Doing all of that in a car is probably one of the dumber things I’ve ever done in my life.
I mean, there’s just no room, to begin with. Even when I pushed the seat back we were horribly confined. And, we were doing all this in the wintertime, so we were each wearing about a bajillion layers of clothing, and that’s just a whole lot of stuff you don’t want to deal with when you’re trying to get at someone else’s skin.
But when we finally managed to shimmy my pants halfway down my thighs, and we did the same for her… and she turned around and got into (what I later learned was called) the reverse-cowgirl position, because it was the only way we would fit… and she was touching my hard dick with her hand on one side and with her hot, wet pussy with the other, and it stopped being outside and was suddenly inside…
We both sort of sucked in a surprised breath at the same time, and held it for a second.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just… different that I was expecting.”
“Different good or different bad?”
“Oh, differently definite good. Definitely different good. You know what I mean.”
“Yeah. I do.”
“You like it?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?” She sounded relieved.
“Oh yeah.”
“Good.”
After a few moments, she started moving, slowly, drawing a clipped groan from me. I realized I was gripping the seat as hard as I could; I’d never felt anything like this in my whole life. I mean, Jen’s mouth was incredible, but this…
“Oh, God, Shawn,” Jen moaned as she started moving faster. I grabbed her just above her wonderful ass and began moving in time with her. Or at least, I tried to. As soon as I started she cried out and sort of collapsed, ceasing to move altogether. It was like she had forgotten how. I took this as a good sign.
Jen leaned up against me, reaching her arms back to encircle my head, run her fingers through my hair. I kissed the back of her neck and she shivered. She whispered my name a time or two. For a while, I lost myself in the feeling of my cock inside of my sister, in the smell of her pussy and the sweat on her skin. My hands stroked her legs, the sides of her body, her breasts.
Then I had an idea. With one hand still on her chest, caressing her nipples and steadying her with that arm, my other hand moved… south. She let out a noise that was half excitement and half terror as my finger touched her clit.
“No! Not there, Shawn, it’s too much, I… I can’t…”
I didn’t stop.
Her whole body tensed up at my fingers playing with her pussy while I fucked her, shook, like she was shivering violently. And then she jerked, once, hard, threw her body forward, far enough to where I couldn’t reach. She immediately slammed herself back and grabbed my hand. She tried to put it back between her legs but it was like she couldn’t work her own hand properly.
“Well don’t stop now!”
“You told me to!”
“Well, you… shut up! You almost made me come!”
“You mean that wasn’t it?”
“No!”
Oh. Well, in that case…
She screamed as I started fucking her with renewed vigor, anxious for her to have an actual climax. I rubbed my fingertips back and forth over her clit as fast as I could
I’d like to tell you that I made her come first, that I was this great sex-stud that somehow managed to get her to orgasm five times and leave her breathlessly panting for more or whatever. But that’s not what happened. It was my first time too, and all of this was waaaay more than my inexperienced teenage self could handle. I came before she was ready, before I was ready, before I could ask if it was okay for me to come inside her, birth control or no. My hips jabbed into her spasmodically a few times, while I was still trying to play with her clit.
“Did you come?”
My eyes slid sideways. “Yeah.”
And then she said the most amazing thing, which made it all better. “Good.”
I collapsed back into the seat, exhausted and grinning. I saw her move her own hand between her legs, felt her start to play with herself, with me still inside her. I watched as she hunched over, and her muscles grew tighter and tighter. It wasn’t thirty seconds before she shook once, hard but briefly, and huffed out a breath like she’d been swimming underwater for too long. Gasping for air, she slowly slid into the passenger seat.
We both panted there for what seemed like forever, until we could control our breathing.
“I’m sorry I didn’t make you come,” I said.
She smiled weakly. “You came awfully close. Just means we’ll have to try again sometime.” She leaned back over, and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For making my first time incredible.”
I smiled. “Anytime.”
Her eyes sparkled. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”
“I hope you do.”
She kissed me again, this time on the mouth. “We’d better get back.”
I nodded, and we began collecting our clothes. It was oddly embarrassing, considering what we had just done.
We went home. We artfully answered our parents’ questions about the movie using nothing but the truth (“It was awful.”), and went upstairs to bed.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I lost my virginity to my sister.
And that’s when things started to get weird.

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My Reluctant Sister

“Get out you perverted sonofabitch, I’ll never fuck you! You’re my fucking brother and shit like that is totally wrong, GET OUT!”

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A new day, a new me part 9

I’d like to thank my critics, both good and bad, for their words, it’s not that you don’t like the story it’s that I needed to get back on the rails with the story. You helped me define which path to take so with real honesty, thank you. Also I missed a few lines from the rough draft to the typed which made it confusing, I apologize for that. Now for part 9.
I’m walking through the school grounds in complete confusion, Kori and her mom are now involved in the situation that I started for Katy and I’m not allowed there. I shoot Kori a text telling her I’m at school and really want to see her. It takes a minute but I get a reply of she’s on her way so I sit and wait at the front of the school, it takes about twenty minutes for her to pull up in her Mom’s van. I watch her get out, Korinna’s got on a purple v-neck sweater and some hip hugging jeans, and she heads over to me and sits down next to me at the front of the school.
“You got your hood up again and that look on your face. You wanna talk to me about it or are we brooding,” Korinna asks me after a minute of silence.
“I’m pretty sure you and I are in trouble if I don’t talk to you about it,” I reply sullenly from my hood.
“Okay so just run me through it because I spoke with your mom and she’s really confused by what happened and you came off like an asshole, but more so a real one and not the cute kind,” Kori tells me smirking that cute little smirk she had in Tracy’s car the first time.
“Well you’ve met Katy, her life was shit. No bullshit I mean real shit, I just couldn’t leave her alone to that so I just tell her to pack her shit and we leave. Fast forward with my convincing my Dad that I’m trying to help someone and to this morning now the whole thing that I got started and I’m kicked out. It’s like my word on the whole plan doesn’t matter now,” I just vent out to Kori.
We sit in silence for a minute and Kori finally starts laughing a little. I’m really confused and now my sympathetic ear is laughing.
“Wow, you’re really not looking at anything are you,” Kori starts still chuckling,” You are too close to what is happening. You’re Mom had you leave so she and Kori could come to a decision without you influencing her. You really didn’t think that she needed to make the decision by herself without you?”
I’m officially wearing the asshole sign and feel about the size of a grasshopper with my girlfriend schooling me on the situation. I stand up and pull my hood back and just soak in my stupid for a few minutes. Kori gets in front of me and slides inside my coat wrapping her arms around me; I put my arms around her and just hold her for a few minutes.
“Alright butthead, let’s get you home so you can apologize to your Mom and see what the hell they decided to do,” Korinna tells me unwrapping herself from my coat and arms.
We get in her Mom’s van and start the drive back, I find out that her Mom is legal counsel and my Mom wanted her there for advice on the paper work. And apparently Kori and Katy have been swapping stories about me in Liz’s room while the Mom’s work it out. Still wearing my ‘I done fucked up’ look we arrive at home and I head into the house.
I’m greeted by Kori’s Mom and my Mom sitting at the dining room table working. I finally see Kori’s mom for the first time, longer hair but same deep brunette and a fuller figure with glasses. Honestly not bad looking for a woman with a daughter who is her but twentyish years younger. I drop my coat on the couch and beeline it up to my mom’s chair, pull it out with her in it and drop down on my knees in front of my Mom.
“Mom, I’m a dumbass. I’m sorry but I’m a real stupid person sometimes,” I apologize with a big mouthful of humble pie.
“Guy, I forgive you. You’re my son and it’ll be fine. Besides at least you were smart enough not to fight with me about it,” Mom jokes at the end of her accepting my apology.
Mom pats my shaved head and waves me off. I make eye contact with Kori’s mom for a second, I think its approval but I’ve met her just now so I don’t push as I go grab my coat and head to my bedroom.
I walk in the door and am greeted by all three girls sitting in my room talking and going through my clothes and personal belongings.
“Okay, what the hell are you three up to,” I ask hanging my coat on the chair.
All three of them stop and get a ‘cat caught in the fish tank’ look. Slowly they start putting my belongings back collectively sit down on my bed; I take a seat in my chair and wait for my answer.
“We were taking inventory, you need to go clothes shopping,” Liz decides to be the first one to speak.
“Inventory of my clothes, why,” I’m wondering what the hell is being planned by the three little devils.
“Well babe, you need to think about where you’re going with your whole ‘brooding time bomb’ thing,” Kori answers me smiling.
“I’m being myself Kori, I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her confused.
“Okay girls, my turn,” Liz states grabbing her phone and loading up a video,” this is you telling Heather off in the cafeteria. It’s got 400 hits off the school chat site and nobody even likes the school site. People are asking who the hell you are cause you broke the whole quiet code of being cheated on and didn’t even try to get revenge.”
“She’s not kidding, even the punks and Goths I talk to and chill with were talking about it, you made people pay attention,” Katy chimes in.
“The point is people are wanting to know where this is going and who you are, you could do shit with this,” Liz picks back up where she left off,” you should do something with it.”
“We should do something with it,” Kori says smiling.
“Oh god, it was just me telling her to get lost,” I blurt out.
I’m honestly wondering what people are thinking if my bit of personal drama and thinking it’s a statement about something other than my life. It was just one guy having it out with one girl in a cafeteria.
“No point to doing anything about it girls, it happened and it’s over. Derek and Heather are leaving me alone, I won,” I tell them simply.
That’s when I see the look, the ‘are you serious’ from all three girls. Liz just shakes her head and leaves my room but Kori and Katy smile and get up and stand me up from my chair. Slowly they both walk me over to my bed and put me in the middle laying on my back. As soon as I’m down both of them pick a side, Korinna on my right and Katy on my left cuddling up to me under my arms. The girls engage in small talk between themselves I simply drift off under their chatter.
I wake up with the two girls not in bed but on my computer looking at the school site. I check my clock and see it’s 6 at night; I get up from bed and see the girls watching the video of my ‘outburst’ from the cafeteria. I shake my head and head out to the dining room. All the paperwork is put away and the women are working on dinner.
“Guy, Mrs. Patrick is going home now but she wants you to come over to their place for dinner with her and Kori. You’ll be nice enough to go right,” Mom tells me about the invite expecting the right answer.
I nod my head back to my room grabbing my coat and tapping Kori on the shoulder. She follows me back to the living room. Her mom heads out to the van and we follow, Kori freezes when I hop into the back of the van. Slowly she gets into the front and we’re down the road.
“So Guy, you know that Kori’s dad loves knives right,” Mrs. Patrick tells me.
“No ma’am, I didn’t know that,” I reply quietly.
Kori is quiet and her mom is watching me from the back seat. Now I’m a bug under a magnifying glass as we pull into Kori’s house. I’ve been here a total of one time and that was to pick up Liz and that was a year ago. We exit the van and head inside. From the inside I can tell Kori’s mom does really well for them and I can smell some wonderful food cooking when I see Kori’s dad exit the kitchen. My dad is six feet tall like me just heavier; Kori’s dad is black which throws me off my rocker but not as much as this six foot five monster with a cleaver and an apron.
“Is this him,” He asks Mrs. Patrick.
“Yeah this is Guy, Guy I want you to meet my husband Carl,” Mrs. Patrick says introducing me.
I put my hand out to shake and watch as Carl nearly crushes my hand with a shake, I try to stand my ground as best I can when he starts laughing.
“Okay I can’t do this, the boy didn’t run and he’s trying to keep from dropping to his knees,” Carl laughs letting my hand go.
“What? This was staged,” I ask checking my hand for broken bones.
All three of the laugh and we move into the dining room for dinner. Apparently Carl is a chef and Mrs. Patrick aka Mary’s second husband. I don’t bring up what happened to the first one. It’s all a good meal and they settle down in the living room while I help Carl with the dishes.
“Okay boy, here’s the deal. Mary and I have a really good vibe with you so I’m gonna tell you this straight. Korinna doesn’t make a lot of good decisions when it comes to boys; I’ve given a few of them flying lessons. You didn’t run and you tried not to show that I was crushing your hand so I know you’re tough, be smart and just keep her happy and I’ll keep Mary off you when she finds out you and Kori are having sex,” Carl tells me in more of an advisory speech than a conversation.
We settle down in the living room watching television for about 2 hours when I realize that Kori’s parents have left the room on the couch with Kori. I look over to see she’s been watching me for God knows how long. I see the look in her eyes and lunge across the couch locking lips and pushing her backwards till she’s lying down on the couch with me on top of her. I’m not in a hurry and neither is she as we’re getting out of our clothes. I get her down to her black panties and no bra when she puts on the breaks.
“Do you love me,” Korinna asks with no warning.
I’m frozen in place with the question, love her? I’m racing with a million thoughts about what to say when I hits me like a brick.
“I love you Korinna,” I say a plainly as I can.
Kori pulls me back in for a kiss, this one not lustful or frantic. It’s soft and full of passion as Kori wraps her arms around me pressing me against her chest. I trail kisses down her neck and latch my mouth onto her nipple. Korinna arches her back lifts her ass of the couch, sliding her panties down and off. Her hands work my cock out of my boxer briefs as Kori runs her hand along my shaft lightly before pulling me into her pussy. It’s so much hotter than the sleep over I think she’s gonna melt me, I pull my mouth off and kiss her gently again slowly pulling out and sliding back in. Kori starts moaning lightly in my mouth and I feel her start contracting her muscles on my cock.
“Baby, I really wanna feel you cum with me okay,” Kori asks quietly breaking our kiss.
I speed up my thrusts trying to keep the noise down, long and fast in Kori’s velvety pussy. I am suddenly aware of my surroundings, the TV is still going, Kori is gasping, and there is a light thumping noise from up stairs. Wait, thumping from up stairs? I get the mental image of Carl pounding out Mrs. Patrick on their bed upstairs and I stop for a moment.
“If you listen carefully you can hear your mom and step dad having sex honey,” I tell Kori smirking.
Kori gets that devilish grin and I start moving again trying to keep as quiet as I can only faster now. I feel Kori’s hands on my hips slowing me down, making me feel her muscles even more. We’re hitting our pace when I hear loud moaning from upstairs, Mary just came. I don’t know why but I think about Kori in ten years, a fuller figure after having a kid, my kid maybe. The tingle creeps up on me with the thought of getting Kori pregnant and she’s noticing my cock getting harder inside her.
“Say it again, please,” Kori asks me with some desperation.
“I love you Kori,” I manage to get out between gasps.
As soon as the words leave my lips Kori’s body stiffens up and I’m bucking into her as she orgasms, I feel her teeth in my shoulder and that tingle ride up from my balls as I cum hard with three big shots into her pussy. We’re warm and covered in sweat, I don’t move at all after I finish pumping her full of my cum. We lay there for almost 10 minutes when she taps me and I pull my body off her’s and realize my penis is limp and already out of Kori. I start to get dressed as Kori quietly ducks off to clean up. I’m pulling my shirt on when she comes back wearing a bathrobe.
“You know you didn’t have to tell me you love me,” Kori tells me quietly.
“You could have said you loved me back,” I reply smirking.
Kori slugs me in the shoulder and mutters to herself shaking her head. I finish getting dressed and Kori get’s the couch clean from a little mess we made. Pulling my jacket on she grabs the collar and yanks me in for a kiss.
“I do love you, you dork. It just took me a while to see past the image Liz made of you,” Kori whispers breaking the kiss.
“It’s okay, it might be because you took my virginity but I love you to babe,” I reply resting my forehead on hers.
“You know you can still have sex with other girls right,” Kori tells me.
“Really, we just dropped the love bomb and I can still have sex with other women,” I ask confused.
“Well Katy likes you and Tracy keeps talking about some girl from another school who is blowing up her phone trying to get in touch with you. Just promise me one thing, I was here first,” Kori tells me smiling her cute little ass off.
“Of course babe,” I tell her breaking the hug.
We say our goodbyes at the door and I decide to walk it home. I decline the offer for a ride since it’s kinda late and I don’t want to disturb her folks. It’s a wonderful night in Washington which means it’s lightly raining as I pull my hood up and head out.
I figure it’s about nine at night when I hear a car pulling up behind me. I don’t turn but I can see I’m in their headlights. I turn to see and am blinded by the high beams for a second.
“Hey you need a ride,” comes an accented voice from the car.
I hear people getting out and turn to face the car fully when the headlights go out. I’m blinded and in the dark when something solid smashes me in the gut. I go down hard to have feet meet me in the back and ribs. I’m getting worked over for I don’t know how long when I get dragged to my knees by two people.
“You piece of shit, you think you can have sex with my fiancé and I wouldn’t find out,” the accented voice tells me from behind a ski mask.
I babble something then start coughing; I’m ‘helped’ with my coughing fit by a weak right to the face.
“You fuck my Lajita and you don’t think I will know,” the voice tells me again.
“Lajita’s your fiancé,” I ask pained.
Another right and I start to taste a little blood. The two guys got me tight by the arms and are doing more to keep me up than I’d like right now.
“I know your sister help her to betray me,” the voice spits out.
“Really, I didn’t know she had a fiancé. I didn’t have time to ask while she was letting me fuck her in the ass,” I manage to get out my last words.
That’s about the straw that broke my nose as a foot crashes with my face. The two goons holding me on my knees let go after the kick and I’m being bashed across my back by something solid driving the wind out of me.
I’m out of it and can hear them talking about going somewhere far and too. I think I may have been hit in the head when I get some focus.
“I told you that we’d help you cause she’s your girl but I’m not helping you tie him to the bumper of the car so you can drag him,” I hear a familiar voice say.
“I said we do whatever I want to make him pay and that was the deal,” the accent spits back angrily.
“Hey we’re not killing him cause he embarrassed you two, you said if we help you you’ll put in a good word with the band girl your dating’s friends,” a new voice, deeper than the others.
Band girl, familiar voice, and Lajita. Derek got some back up and decided to take his shot after all. I start to attempt to stand when a big foot steps on my back and pushes me down.
“Hey he’s still moving,” says the deep voice.
“Knock him out and I’ll take us home,” I hear Derek say.
I’m lifted up by my coat and turn to face the car when I see the bat they hit me with in the accent guys hands and another large person behind him. The accent hands off the bat and the last big guy takes the best swing I’ve seen right before the lights go out.Still more to come, PM’s are responded to by me and again I appreciate the comments.

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An incest birthday chapter 13

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My Best Friends Sister

“Hey Joe whadya know”
Joe looks up from his book and sees his best friend Andy standing outside his room’s window
“Hey Ant Man, nothing much just reading up for Monday’s test”
Andy pulls a face and clambers into the room through the window
“You going to keep on studying this hard you might turn into a nerd”
“And if you maybe start to study a bit you will not have your parents yapping at you all the time”
Andy throws himself down on the bed and grins at Joe
“You know Joe, sometimes you make so much sense that it scares me. So what are you up to tonight?”
Joe shrugs
“I’ll probably play some games, pump some iron and go to bed”
Andy makes a pained sound
“You are turning into a hermit crab, tell you what, it’s Friday, no school tomorrow. How about you come over to my place, we play some games and you can sleep over. You really need to get out of your room more often”
Joe places a bookmark in the book and gets up
“I’ll go ask my mom OK?”
“Darn bro you’re 16, time for you to tell her, not ask her”
Joe chuckles and walks out of his room. He returns a few minutes later with a grin on his face and Andy groans
“She said no didn’t she?”
Joe bursts out laughing
“Let me just grab some things and we can get out of here, preferably through the front door”
Joe grabs his kit bag, dumps his football gear on the bed next to Andy and starts to rummage through his closet, looking for clothes. A few minutes later Joe slings his kit bag over his shoulder and kicks Andy’s foot.
“Come on lazy bones, how you made wide receiver I’ll never understand”
Andy gets slowly to his feet
“On the field I can run, because I must. Off the field, I am not in a hurry to get anywhere you dig?”
Joe just chuckles and punches Andy on the shoulder
“I’m guessing you drove here?”
Andy shakes his head
“Nope, I thought that we will have to walk, you need the exercise”
Joe taps Andy on the stomach
“At least I’m not the one with a few fat rolls”
Andy throws a mock slap at Joe, Joe ducks and runs out of the room with Andy in hot pursuit. As Joe throws open the front door he shouts a Goodbye Mom and races outside towards the driveway, Andy has to slow down to close the door and by that time Joe has disappeared out of the gate. Andy trots towards the gate, but Joe appears from behind a bush next to the gate and throws his kit bag right at Andy, it hits Andy in the stomach and Andy fumbles with the bag.
“C’mon man that aint fair”
Joe just chuckles and takes the kit bag from Andy
“At least you can still catch O’Hanigan”
Andy rolls his eyes
“Oh shut up let’s get going”
They walked down the road, a very strange pair, but the best friends since they were 5 years old. Andy is lean, but athletic, ever since Joe can remember Andy was the fastest kid in their class, with the years it just seemed that he got faster and faster on the field and slower off the field. Andy is 5’9’ and at the end of last season he weighed 199 pounds, he definitely got his father’s looks, brown hair, green eyes and a crooked nose. OK so his nose wasn’t crooked because of his father’s genes, but they both had broken their noses so many times that they both just stopped worrying about it. Andy also has a very easy going personality and he has the “O’Hanigan” charm, Joe always laughed when Andy said it, he thinks that it’s just Andy’s smile that helps him out of trouble and most of the times the past year into some girls’ pants. Joe on the other hand got his mother’s Nordic features, his hair a pale blonde and his eyes a piercing ice blue, he stands at 6 feet and weighs in at 280 pounds, most of it muscle weight as he gyms everyday and loves to stay in shape. Not being one of the fastest kids in class like Andy, Joe decided to then rather to work on his other attributes, wit and strength. Being shy around girls the furthest Joe had ever gone with a girl was a long heavy French kiss after they won the schools league. Lucy one of the cheerleaders jumped on him and gave him a sloppy kiss and then went off celebrating with the other kids. Joe never could forget how good she felt pressed up against him and the way she tasted, but she was dating one of Joe’s team mates so he just let that slide. A few blocks later they got to the O’Hanigan’s home or as the name board in front said, “Fort O’Hanigan”, Andy sauntered up the footpath to the front door and went inside, Joe was like a second son to the O’Hanigans and Joe felt as home at their place as at his own home. Following Andy inside he closed the door behind him and head up the stairs, knowing that Andy would be kitchen getting snacks for their gaming marathon. As he passes the first door, it swings open and Maryse, Andy’s eldest sister peeks out, her blonde hair is wet and water still dripping from her
“Oh hi Joe”
“Hi Maryse”
“Would you tell Andy that I need my double plug adapter back?”
Joe nods
“Sure, just want to dump my things in his room quickly”
“Thanks”
Maryse is one of the hottest girls in school and if Joe can believe the stories she’s almost in a new relationship every week. He even heard that once while she was between boyfriends she had a foursome in the parking lot of a Biker Bar not too far down the road. Apart from that Joe always envied the guys she was with, standing 5”5’ and having curves in just the right places and of course a huge set of tits, along with her slightly wavy blond hair, her deep blue eyes and her full lips, made her live in many of Joe’s fantasies. Dumping his bag in Andy’s room he head downstairs again and as he passes Maryse’s door he notices it’s slightly open, with a grin he peeks through the crack and see Maryse’s reflection in the mirror as she dries herself. She is bent over so in the reflection Joe can see her full breasts swaying gently, the pink nipples draws his attention, he quickly slip away from the door and head down to the den in the basement which was mainly Andy’s hangout
“Hey Andy, Maryse asked that I must say that she wants her double adapter back”
Andy groans
“She always know how to pick the right times”
Andy gets up from his beanbag and saunters up the stairs, Joe start to think about Maryse’s smooth skin and those lovely breasts. Using his very active imagination he starts to compare them to some of the pictures he has seen in the skin mags, coming to the conclusion that she should be around 26 – 32 C or even D. He hear a huge ruckus coming from upstairs along with a door being slammed shut, Andy comes down back into the den in a huff and sits down.
“And that?”
“Just because she can’t find a guy she’s fucking moody and I seem to be the only outlet she has, fucking bitch”
Joe want to shut up, but his curiosity overcomes him
“You mean that one of the hottest girls in school is single?”
Andy snorts
“Yeah and now she is so sexually frustrated that she is on a constant PMS trip”
Joe bursts out laughing, Andy looks at him about to say something, then recalling what he just he said, he grins foolishly and starts to laugh with Joe
“Ok Ok Joe, just start the game, co op, I’m tired of you kicking my butt”
Joe laughs and tosses the second controller to Andy
“Well then let’s see if you can kick some butt with the proper backing”
They start the game and only stop to take a breather and to take in some refreshment in the form of snacks. A few hours later Mr and Mrs O’Hanigan gets home from work, they both work at the same company, funnily enough Mrs O’Hanigan is Mr O’Hanigan’s secretary. They come down into the den to greet the boys and after chatting about this and that they go upstairs to get changed and to start supper. Jon and Elize seem nearly unseparatable and they always found ways to be together no matter what the circumstances. Joe actually like this a lot, they are so much different than his own parents who is very laid back and let everybody do their own thing. The first thing that drew Joe’s attention was the smell of frying mince and he grinned at Andy
“Looks like we are going to get dragged out of here by smell alone”
Andy takes a sniff
“You mean you are, I know that old trick of hers, get you to go and you will automatically drag me with you”
Joe chuckles
“Well somebody got to do it and you know how much I love my macaroni and cheese”
Andy grunts noncommentically and goes back to shooting the aliens on the screen, Joe chuckles softly and turns his attention back to backing Andy up with his favorite weapon. They are so engrossed in the game that they don’t hear Maryse coming down the stairs
“Andy…”
With a yelp Andy almost jumps out of his skin as he shoots to his feet, Joe calmly looks over his shoulder at Maryse. She is dressed in black shorts and a football jersey two sizes to big for her, her hair is loose and hangs straight down her back.
“Reese what the fuck! You can’t just…”
Joe gets up and takes Andy by the arm
“Relax man, she didn’t mean to sneak up to us, we just didn’t hear her”
Andy blinks at the authoritive tone in Joe’s voice
“Uhm Ok, sorry Maryse I didn’t mean to shout”
Maryse nods
“’s OK little brother”
She grins at them before bounding up the stairs, Andy grumbles and hits the pause button
“I guess I will have to go feed you”
“Oh you’ve been feeding me, but a growing boy needs his real food as well”
Andy pulls a face at Joe and together they walk up the stairs, the table is set and Joe takes his usual place and much to his surprise Maryse breaks the routine by sitting down next to him. The dishes are passed around and Joe makes sure to get as much of the vegetables as possible unlike Andy who of course dishes up as much of the macaroni and cheese as he can. Maryse seems to copy Joe, but just in much smaller portions. After Mr O’Hanigan says grace they start to eat, Joe is very conscious of Maryse’s arm brushing his every now and then.
“Maryse I heard that the Volleyball is starting again soon, you going to play this last season?”
Maryse brushes her hair away before looking up at her father
“I’m not sure dad, I heard that our last tests and exams is going to become a bit tough”
Jon nods and absentmindedly takes a bite of his carrots, he chews thoughtfully
“Well you can’t sit at home studying all the time either, that is just unhealthy and you enjoy exercising”
Maryse punches Joe on the shoulder and grins
“I can always drag him out of his shell and take him walking”
Andy scoffs
“Walk? You are getting lazy in your old age?”
Maryse fires Andy a look that would welt a flower, but Andy just grins happily at her
“OK then smartpants, I’ll get your best buddy to go jog with me…”
Joe looks from one to the other
“Hey I want a say in this as well”
Jon chuckles
“Joe when that young lady sets her mind to something the only say you ever will have is ‘Yes’ and ‘No’, the latter never a smart choice at all”
“You see Joe? Just say yes and I’ll spare your life”
Maryse is looking at him with a satisfied grin on her face, Joe quickly run a mental image of a jogging Maryse in his mind and just can’t find a reason to tell her no. He heaves a weary sigh for show
“OK, OK I’ll go jog with you, but not after Football practice”
“Aaaaaaaw not even for me?”
Maryse bats her eyes coyly at Joe, Jon and Elize laughs softly as Joe can feel himself turning a light pink at all the attention.
“Uhm…n…no, not even for you Reese”
Maryse pouts, but her eyes are still laughing at him
“OK Maryse that is enough, leave my buddy be”
Maryse pulls a face at Andy and then goes back to eating her vegetables. Joe finishes up his plate and Elize hands him the dish with the macaroni and cheese
“Don’t worry Joe, I made enough, if you and Andy can finish this I’ll be surprised”
Joe smiles and dishes out almost half of the leftovers and hand the dish back, he catches Maryse looking at his heaped plate
“Yes?”
“You just had a plate”
Andy chuckles
“Growing boys need their food isn’t that right Joe?”
“Damn straight bro”
Maryse just shakes her head and pokes Joe’s tummy
“Where do you put it all? Definitely not in that flat thing”
Joe grins
“Oh you would be surprised, I save one half in my left cheek and the other in my right cheek, and then when I’m hungry I just swallow one half and wait until I get hungry again”
She looks astounded at him
“And then?”
“Then I swallow the other half”
Andy bursts out laughing and soon Jon and Elize joins in, Maryse just shakes her head slowly
“Oh I’m going to get you back for that one”
Joe just smiles and starts eating, Andy quickly follows and silence ensues for a while as the last of the food gets demolished. Andy sits back patting his belly
“I bet that was the biggest meal mom ever made”
Maryse grins
“At least I can see where your food went”
Everybody chuckles and Eliza starts to put all the dishes and plates together
“Andy I can’t believe that you ate three plates of food and no vegetables”
“And to think he grumbled about coming to eat”
Andy pulls a face at Joe
“Oh he always grumbles about eating, but he doesn’t stop until he is a full as a stuffed turkey”
Maryse grins at Joe as she says this, Andy gets to his feet
“Well a certain race of aliens are waiting to get exterminated, you ready Joe?”
Joe looks at Eliza and she waves him off, he gets up and grins at Andy
“Yes sir grunt soldier sir, your sniper backup is ready to go shoot off some alien tail”
Andy and Joe trudge down to the den again, Andy gleefully unpause the game and they start to play further. A while later Joe feels that he needs to go to the bathroom, he tells Andy who, with a grumble, pauses the game again. Joe gets up and walks up the stairs, the second storey toilet being the one that Andy use since Maryse also has her own toilet adjoining her room, Joe climbs the stairs as well. He passes Maryse’s room and sees that the door is again open at a crack, not being able to quell his curiosity, he peeks through the opening. Maryse is laid out on the bed, her shorts is gone and her hand is under the hiked up jersey, she’s talking on her cell phone, but clearly is busy doing something else, Joe can just imagine her fingers trailing over her firm inner thighs and the thought makes him instantly hard.
“Yes I know it’s been over two fucking months…Oh please, I am not going to catch some STD….Oh I know the guys you pick up Sidney and no thanks, I’d fuck my brother before I do any of those oily snakes”
Maryse laughs and pull the jersey higher, Joe gets a partial view of her bald pussy, glistening in the light of her bed lamp, her fingers return and slowly rub over her puffy lips, and the image makes Joe’s cock throb. He quickly pulls away from the most erotic sight he has ever seen and rushes to the toilet, her soft voice fading as soon as he pulls his head from the door. In the bathroom he is faced with a problem, he needs to urinate, but his cock is throbbing and as hard as steel. The only logical solution is to jerk off, that should ease his cock and allow him to urinate. He almost jumps out of his skin when the bathroom door opens and closes, Maryse slipping inside, Joe blinks at her and suddenly realize that she would most definitely notice the tent in front of his pants.
“My, my, my Joe, what do you have there?”
Joe flushes slightly
“I uhm need to go to the toilet”
Maryse grins at him and slowly walk closer
“I first thought my little brother turned pervert on me, but I am quite glad it wasn’t him peeping at me”
Joe swallows
“Well uhm I saw the door and I checked to see if you’re OK”
Maryse chuckles
“That might have worked if I didn’t know you so well Joe, you can’t lie to me, and I know you checked me out when I dried myself as well”
Joe just blinks at her, she trails her fingernails over his chest
“Tell you what Joe, I’ll not tell anybody what a dirty little peeping Tom you are, but then you must do a little something for me”
Joe swallows
“W-What must I do?”
As Joe asks this, Maryse leans forward and kiss him hard, she tastes faintly of strawberries, her loose hair brushes against his face and her aroma wafting off her along with her body heat, isn’t helping Joe’s erection going down at all. Maryse pulls back and look at Joe
“Kiss me back Joe, you did kiss a girl before didn’t you?”
Joe only nods mutely, not believing what is happening, the hottest girl that he know and always saw as kind of a big sister is busy trying to play tonsil hockey with him. Maryse leans in again and Joe kisses her back this time, her breasts are brushing up against him and he enjoys the soft pressure. Joe loses himself inside the kiss, his arms snake around her and pulls her tightly against him, trapping her very busy hands between them, just as Joe realizes where her hands is his jeans drops down his legs and he can feel her soft hand slipping inside his boxers to grasp his hard, throbbing cock. His gasp breaks the kiss and he looks at Maryse who has a lustful look in her eyes and seems to be measuring his cock, she looks up and grins at him
“Well Joe it seems that you have quite a tool hidden in there”
Joe can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks again, Maryse leans closer
“If you want my silence you will have to fuck me Joe”
Her blue eyes make it clear that there is no other way to get out of this
“And why would anybody believe you and not me?”
Her grin tells it all
“Who is going to resist my little puppy eye face?”
“I guess I was the only one so far”
She nods and strokes her hand slowly up and down his shaft
“You want to tell me that you don’t want to have sex with me Joe?”
Her touch sends shivers down Joe’s spine
“OK, OK Maryse I’ll do it”
She grins a cat-ate-the-canary grin and slips her hand out of his boxers
“Go tell Andy that you need to help me with my PC or something, which should give us enough time”
She grins even wider
“And you can go to the toilet afterwards, you don’t seem in much of a condition to continue anyway”
Joe shakes his head
“You are so evil Maryse”
She chuckles softly and slip out of the bathroom, Joe looks in the mirror
“What the hell did you just get yourself into?”
Joe pulls up his jeans, readjusting himself that his erection isn’t that visible and walk back down to the den. Andy looks up when Joe enters
“Man what kept you so long? I was starting to think I need to come pry you from the toilet with a crow bar”
Joe shrugs
“It seems like you have to wait a bit longer, Maryse asked me to go help her with her PC quickly”
Andy looks flabbergasted
“You’re joking right?”
Joe shakes his head
“No I’m not, she even used this…”
Joe makes a funny imitation of Maryse’s puppy dog eyes which makes Andy burst out laughing
“OK, OK you go help her, I’ll just get another game to play while you’re busy”
Joe nods and turns back to walk up the stairs to Maryse’s room, the door is slightly ajar and he pushes it slowly open. A hand grips the front of his t-shirt and pulls him into the room, the door gets closed behind him and he hears the key turn in the lock. He turns and finds Maryse standing naked behind him, he swallows audibly and she smiles, doing a little pirouette
“Like what you see Joe?”
Joe nods solemnly and Maryse stops, placing her hands on her hips
“You never did anything like this before have you Joe?”
“No I haven’t”
Maryse grins
“Amazing, you’re quite a sexy guy, I’m surprised nobody tried to jump your bones yet”
She looks him over
“I guess there will be time for more later on, take off your jeans and boxers”
Joe looks shocked at her and she seems to get frustrated
“You want me to shut up?”
Joe nods
“Then do as I say, take off your jeans and boxers”
Joe fumbles with his belt and undoes his jeans pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock is hard and throbbing in the air, Maryse smiles coyly
“Seems like some part of you is at least willing”
Joe blushes slightly
“Come with me”
Maryse walks into her bathroom and Joe walks after her, his hard cock swaying in the air as he walk. Maryse stops at the hand basin and motions Joe closer, Joe steps up close to her and she wraps her fingers around his shaft again
“The last guy I saw this big was in college, it sure looks a healthy eight inches. OK this is what I’m going to do, I’m going to hold onto the basin and you are going to fuck me from behind, any questions?”
Joe shakes his head, Maryse smiles and turns around and holds onto the basin, spreading her legs as she looks at Joe in the mirror. Joe looks down at the erotic sight, her pussy lips is shaved or waxed clean and they look wet and puffy
“Touch me Joe”
Joe places his hand between her spread legs and her wet heat pushes against his fingers, she smiles at Joe in the mirror
“Find my entrance, it shouldn’t be too hard”
Joe runs two of his fingers between her lips, he did see what guys do in porno’s, but this was no porn movie, this is real. His fingers slips into a wet opening and he is rewarded with a soft moan as his fingers slips down a slippery tunnel, Maryse tosses her hair back and looks at Joe
“Now stick your cock in there”
Joe pulls out his fingers and moves a bit closer, he uses his hand to guide his cock into that same opening, Maryse whimpers softly and Joe looks up at her face in the mirror. She opens her eyes and look back at him
“Don’t stop just shove it in”
Joe uses his hips and thrust forward, he can feel her pussy stretch slightly around him as he slide deep into her wet pussy. Maryse grits her teeth and push back against him, grinding her tight ass into his groin
“Pull back slightly and push back in, the rest should come, oh God, naturally”
Joe pulled back just as she told him to and her “Oh God” made him worry, but she was pushing back against him, so he guess he didn’t do anything wrong. He pushes back into her and realizes that he would need somewhere to hold, so he grabs her hips. As he repeats the process he realizes that there is a rhythm to it, he use her movements as his guidance as he starts stroking his hard cock in and out of her wet pussy. Maryse is breathing hard, almost on the point of gasping as he moves inside her, suddenly she bites onto her one hand, Joe can hear her scream and her warm pussy contracting around his cock like a hand massaging him with a wet velvet glove. Maryse takes her hand from her mouth, gasping for air as small shudders course through her back and spread to her body, she opens her eyes and look in the mirror at the shocked Joe
“Yes I came OK? It’s been a while. Go on”
Joe realizes that he stopped and start to thrust into her again, Maryse looks at him in the mirror for a few moments and then close her eyes in pleasure as Joe starts to thrust rhythmically inside her. As he thrusts inside Maryse, Joe starts to feel the need to thrust faster, it confuses him, but the call of his nature is louder and he starts to move faster, this brings a grin to Maryse’s face
“That’s it Joe, fuck me, fuck me hard”
Her words seems to fuel Joe on, he can now see what she meant with it comes naturally. He can feel his balls starting to tingle and he knows that his orgasm isn’t very far off, Maryse has lowered her head and is pushing hard back against him, making his groin slap against her ass. Joe realize that it’s been a few weeks since he last masturbated, he’s just been too busy, he can feel his cum starting to build up and his thrusts just can’t seem to be fast enough
“I’m going to cum”
“I know, just…keep going…Joe…don’t stop…no matter what”
Maryse’s gasps is barely audible, but Joe hears her and he does exactly what she says, he keep pumping his hard cock inside her hot, wet pussy. He can feel his pleasure building up and when it’s at the point where he can’t hold back anymore, he closes his eyes and let’s go. The resulting force of the pleasure exploding inside him almost sends him crashing to the ground, he grunts as he pushes deeper into Maryse’s convulsing pussy. Joe’s eyes snaps open and he sees Maryse biting down on her fist again, her body shuddering with another orgasm as he pumps his cum into her pussy. After what feels like ages he finally stops cumming, his breathing is ragged and he looks at Maryse in the mirror, she has draped her arm over the edge of the basin and is resting her forehead on her arm, breathing deeply. Confused about what to do next Joe stands in place, he looks down and see that her hips is red where he gripped her. Finally Maryse looks up at him and give him a weak smile
“You can now pull out Joe, it’s OK”
Joe slowly pulls out of her, releasing a copious amount of their cum, it dribbles from her red, swollen lips and run down her long, shapely legs, she shudders gently and turns to Joe
“OK you can go now, I have to clean up a bit”
Joe can’t believe that he gets dismissed just like that, in half a daze he walks over to his clothing, pulls on his boxers and jeans as he hear Maryse turning open a tap, he shakes his head. His first time, his very first time and it were with one of the prettiest girls he knows.
“Ok so maybe she just used you”
Even that thought can’t lessen the fact that he had sex with Maryse, he grins to himself and then lets himself out of her room, he rushes to the toilet where he urinates and washes his hands when he’s done. Something about the football jersey she wore starts to bother him, but he just can’t understand why, with a shrug he goes back down to the den, where Andy is playing a wrestling game. He looks up when Joe enters and grins
“I see you survived it, sit down, I’ll get Halo on then we can go kick some butt again”
Joe grins and sits down, picking up his controller…
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