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Fantasy

The cursed boy

This is one of the stories I might continue. Second story ever. Tell me how I’m doing and also I’m going to re-edit “a sister’s love for their brother” and make it better. Thanks people!!!

Fantasy

Harry’s Christmases Part 2

Harry’s Christmases Part 2
By WPL
December 24, 1998 Harry Potter sat in his chair watching the fire, when the fire moved to the side and Father Christmas stepped out. “Hello Harry”
“Mr. Cringle how nice to see you again, you been well I hope”
“Yes Harry and it’s nice to see you”
“Egg-nog sir”
“OH Yes thank you. I was on my way home and saw your chimney smoke and thought I’d drop in, that is if you don’t mind or I can just leave and it‘s Chris”
“No .no stay sir er Chris it’s fine. I wish to apologies to you sir, I was a small child who didn’t realize you were just being you and tried to make my life a little happier”
“No Harry I didn’t understand until I watched your family closer, I quite understand why you said what you did”
As he sat “Harry are you happy”
“yes Chris I don’t believe I could be happier, Voldemorts gone I married the woman of my dreams and to become a father in half a year.”
“What of the other girl, do you think you would have been happier with her”
“No I believe I married correctly, Chris and I believe she’s happy with me too, did you want to ask her something”
“no I wondered did she ever tell you of the gift I left her”
“Huh No.. I don‘t know, not sure.. what gift, I can ask her now, she would love to meet you Chris”
“Well alright”
He walked to the door.
“Sweetheart can you come here for a minute, there’s someone I want you to meet”
Father Christmas stood up and turned to her “Hello Mrs. Potter, I’m Father Christmas, Harry and I wished to ask you a question”
“Father, Father Christmas” she looked at Harry who nodded with that smile.
Harry escorted her to her chair and she sat “What do, do want to know”
“Several years ago I gave you a book and I was wondering if I hadn’t would you have married the other boy and since you didn’t, are you happy that you married Harry”
“Book oh the boo… you send that I thought my mum or dad gave it to me”
“Yes that one and I gave to you”
“I don’t know I certainly hoped I would have married Harry even with out the book, but it did help tremendously. I can’t image being without him and yes I’m truly Happy.” as she moved over to Harry chair and sat in his lap.
“as I had hoped”
“One moment Chris.. Dobby”
“Yes mister Harry Potter sir, you called Dobby”
“Yes there eight reindeer on the roof can you see they get some carrots and a bit of barley and a touch of water if they wish. Oh and Dobby afterwards would you like to join us for some egg-nog”
“Raideer, yes sir, join you, you and misses and Father” and he begins to cry.
“Yes Dobby old friend join us and Winky too, if you don’t mind Chris”
“Thank you Harry and I know they thank you too, and Yes Dobby would you and Winky join us”
“Yes sirs” and he was gone
“Chris what this about a book”
“Oh my love, you remember the book ‘The Lovers Quest‘, I showed you in sixth year, the one we read together sitting in front of the fire”
“Oh The one with the inscription ‘Read with a Friend’”
“Yes that book a very lovely story”
“You know Chris it took us months to finish that book”
“Oh it wasn’t that big”
“No but not even half way thru the first chapters, the snogging caused us to keep losing our place and we would start over, in fact we read the first chapter or I should say part of, at least a hundred times or more”
“Thank you Father Chri..
“It’s Chris Mrs. Pot…
“And it’s Hermione, Chris”
She remembers the book all to well, Christmas morning at home her sixth year, as her family unwrapped their gifts. Her father handed it to her. she was sure it was a book, as was some of the others, but the handwriting she didn’t recognize. ‘Merry Christmas Hermione from Father Christmas’ , she gently removed the wrapping and look at the title ‘The Lover’s Quest‘, and opened it and inside the inscription read ‘Read with a Friend’. She immediately thought of Harry, her best friend. She set it aside to open her other gifts, later in her room, she looked at the lovely book, opened it again and looked at the inscription and again thought of Harry. After a few minutes she thought why Harry, why not Ron she asked herself, after all Ron has been more friendly than normal as of late and they have been snogging for some weeks before the Christmas break. Why Harry.. Was it the title, she knew Ron won’t care to read any book unless it was about Quidditch or some other sport or a girlie Magazine. He hardly read his school books and only after she nags him to. Or was it something else, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was when she gets back to school she would find Harry, her best friend and ask him to read it with her.
Harry had remained at school as he has done before, being the only home he had to go back to, is the Dursleys and if at all possible, No.
He could have gone with Ron, to the Burrow again, Ron asked if he wanted to, but Ginny would be there, so he stayed at school. There were a few others who remained, so he had someone to talk to and play in the snow. The teachers for the most part left them alone. Harry did notice that one couple took advantage of the lacked rules and were snogging all on the place, he had even walked by an empty classroom and heard them, opening the door just a bit looked in and they were shagging on top of the teacher’s desk. He backed out quietly and laughed to himself ‘way to go Derick, shag her good’ he thought of Hermione for a moment, shaking his head ‘what’.
Later he thought why did I think of Hermione, before I would think of Cho and then Ginny, the latter two he had dated, Cho’s which turned out badly and Ginny did like to snog, but that’s over they broke-up Thanksgiving. Why Hermione, she’s my best friend.
Hermione heard pecking on the window, she opened it and Hedwig flew in, she took the parchment and parcel and ruffled Hedwig’s feathers as she handed Harry’s owl, an owl treat and got a dish of water. Hedwig hoots as to say ‘thank you’ “Your Welcome Hedwig, how’s Harry.” the snow white owl hoots happily as telling her ‘he’s fine‘. She reads Harry’s letter’
Dear Hermione
Happy Christmas!! Just some things I picked up at Hogsmeade and thought you might enjoy. Hope you’re enjoying being home with your parents and I am sure you received a new bunch of books. And other stuff too of course. It snowed here again last night, covering all in a new blanket of white, in fact the snowman out front, the bottom section is half buried. There about twelve of us spending the hols here and it nice to have someone to talk to and play chess and snaps with. Oh some do rather enjoy it, you remember Derick from Ravenclaw, he has been snogging Lewinda all over the place. In fact I heard a noise in Muggles Studies classroom yesterday, and then a moan as I was walking by. I peeked my head in and they were shagging on Professor Burbage’s desk, I left before they heard me. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves despite being stuck here, for me it’s fine no Dursleys, no problems, quiet, peaceful really and enough classmates to keep from being lonely, even if I‘m the only Gryffindor here, oh Mrs. Finnigan, Seamus‘s mother picked him two days after you left. I enjoyed your gifts and look forward to reading, in front of the fire tonight. Hope all is well and can’t wait to see you again.
Love
Harry
She opened the parcel and sure enough books, two old looking leather covered books she didn’t remembering ever seeing before. ‘The Runes of Grivosuton’ and ‘History of the Goblin Wars‘. And in between them a novelette ‘The Burning Heart‘. ‘Oh Harry, only you’. Harry had discovered her hidden secret, she enjoys reading Romance novels.
Ever one returned from the Hols in good sprits it seemed, Harry met Ron and Hermione at the main door and hugs all around and a nod to Ginny. Ron was wearing his new brown sweater with a big red ‘R’, mum strikes again. Lavender Brown hugged Ron, trying to rekindle their off beat romance. Hermione just looked funny and turned to Harry asking him how his stay was. They walked to the Gryffindor Tower common room, talking about their gifts, yes Harry received Hermione’s and Ron’s and they his. Hermione said she loved the in-between. Ron just stared for a minute and turned and walked off. Hermione just looked at his fleeing back, like someone had stepped on her foot.
Then Hermione as she wiped the start of a tear, showed Harry her new book and the inscription ‘Read with a Friend’, she quickly said “ Harry when I saw the inscription my thoughts was of you, not sure why, but each time I open it I think of you, silly isn‘t it”
“No, not at all, I am your friend, Mione your best friend and I’ll be more than happy to read with you, anytime, just say when, now if you would like” he had really missed her.
“Yes, I think now would be a good time, thank you Harry” and kisses him on the cheek. He blushes.
They sat on the loveseat in front of the fire and began slowly reading. Harry’s arm being penned against Hermione was going to sleep and Harry asked if she wouldn’t mind he would like to put it on the top of the seat, she moved a enough for him to pull his arm out and placed it on top of the loveseat above her shoulders, but not touching. They sat reading. Ron came in later and looked at them and walked off, they never saw him. Later Hermione said her shoulders were getting cold and Harry moved his arm down and wrapped her, his hand touching her arm, she sighed.
“Better”
“Much”
Harry absently minded rubbing her arm, sent little goose bumps thru her. ‘Lovely little goose bumps’ she thought.
After a few more pages, Harry asked if she was “thirsty, hungry“, she nodded, “lets go to the kitchen for a snack, one minute“.
He ran upstairs and grabbed his invisibility cloak and back to the waiting Hermione, under the cloak, Harry could smell the scent of her hair, apples, no something close but not “mmmm” she smells good.
Then she said “Harry” she heard the ‘mmmm’ and smiled.
“Oh sorry”
And out the portal to the kitchen they went, where Dobby had a late-night snack waiting.
They sat across from each other and ate, staring into each others eyes. After they finished Dobby ask if they needed anything else.
Harry replied “huh oh Thanks Dobby huh No Thanks”
And back to Gryffindor common they went. It was quite late and Harry said “err.. I had a wonderful time, huh see you in the morning, huh nite Mione”
“Yes Harry me too, till morning then” and kissed his cheek again. He walked her to the girl’s dorm stairs and watched her she ascended the steps, she paused at the top and turned to see Harry face go beacon red. “Nite” and disappeared. She smiled to herself, “humm“.
That night she dreamed of the novelette Harry had given her, in her dream she was the heroine and Harry was the dashing captain. She woke just as Harry was going to kiss her. “sweet Maeve, Harry” she murmured, her knickers were damp.
Next morning Harry waited for his best friend to go Breakfast.
Hermione stepped out of her room and on the landing about to walk down, when she heard.
Ron had just came down “Hey mate lets eat”
“Be right with you Ron, waiting for Mione”
“She knows where the Hall come on”
“No, you go we catch-up”
“Ok Harry”
And off he went
Hermione paused for a moment and smiled and walked down.
“Hi Harry, what you doing and where’s Ron. She noticed Harry smile dropped at the mention of Ron’s name. ‘o did I mess up’ she chided herself.
Harry started to turn to walk away” oh he’s gone to eat, I ..”
“Harry, look at me”
Harry turned she could see the slight pain in his face. She grabbed Harry and said “sorry, you were waiting on me, wasn’t you”
“Huh I “ and turned.
“Harry James Potter look at me please”
He turned, she said “sorry I shouldn’t have, forgive me” and kissed his cheek “Harry will you read some more with me tonight” ‘please Harry please’
“yes of course, more than happy to” although his voice was slightly off.
‘Yea I messed up’ she thought ‘I’ll try not to mention Ron again for awhile’
They walked to the Great Hall and entered together, no big deal, they do it all the time. Ron motion for Harry to sit next to him, there was only room for one,
Hermione said “Lets sit here Harry do you mind, not as crowded” there was room for both to sit beside each other.
“Of course not Mione, here’s fine” and he sat with his best friend.
After breakfast, they had potions, Ron joined them and they walked to the dungeon together.
“What you sit down there for”
“More room”
“Oh, ok Hermione can you help me with my Transfiguration essay tonight.”
“Yes of…” she saw Harry twitch ‘I goofed again’ “huh Ron.. uh… Harry and I had planned to…”
“you go on help him, I got something else I need to do” Harry snapped and walked into Potions grabbed his cauldron and sat next to Neville, and pulled out his notes.
After Potions Harry disappeared, Hermione was almost late for Ancient Runes looking for Harry.
He didn’t show-up for supper, she waited til meal over.
Later in the common room Hermione was helping Ron and watching the portal, watching for Harry. Ron tried to kiss her several times, she would turn away or push him back “Stop it, Ron.. Write”
After about twenty minutes Lavender walked in and looked upsettingly at Ron, she had been crying and rushed upstairs.
Hermione stared at fleeing Lavender for a moment, shrugged then looked the portal doorway.
Finally half hour or so Ron asked “What did I do, if this about Lavender, I didn’t do anything she kissed me”
Hermione turned to him “What”
“I said she kissed me”
“Who kissed you”
“Lavender, before I knew she wrapped herself around me and kissed me”
“Oh who cares” she said as the portal door opened, in walked Harry covered in mud and sweat.
“What do you mean who cares, I do” Ron said. And grabbed her hand.
Harry heard “cares, I do“. and saw Ron holding her hand, He walked straight passed them to shower.
“UH Ron…” jerking her hand out of his and ran upstairs, carrying her book, crying.
“Mental, she mental” as he picked up his parchment and headed upstairs to his bed.
Of course Ron didn’t tell Hermione it was not just a kiss. ‘Hey it was just a knobber no big deal it’s not like we’re shagging again’
Lavender had met Ron outside the Great Hall after supper was over. He was walking to the common, Hermione had ran off ahead looking as she was going to cry, she had only pecked at her food. ‘what’s with her’
“something wrong Hermione” he had asked once.
“No”
“oh ok” and continued to stuff his face.
That was their supper conversation.
In the corridor Lavender grabbed Ron and pulled him into a searing kiss and pushed the non-fighting Ron into a near-by broom closet and soon had her tongue painting the insides of his mouth and her hand down her trousers, gripping him tightly He moaned and grabbed a breast, a familiar bra-less breast. Next he knew his trousers and boxers were around his ankles and Lav was stroking him, she broke their kiss and looked into his eyes, she could see the lust there, ‘good enough for now’ she thought and lower herself to her knees and took him into her mouth and began bobbing her head, sucking gently at first then harder as she played with his sac.
“oooh Merlin” Ron muttered and soon released a wave of hot spunk into her sucking mouth. She choked slightly on the first, but held him in and swallowed it along with the following spurts. Ron going soft slipped from her mouth and before she could rise up.
He pulled his trousers back up and said “Thanks… I need to go study” and left a slightly stunned Lavender on her knees, as he stepped out into the corridor and headed for the common.
After Harry showered and dressed for bed, he walked to his bed, he turn to sit and saw Ron laying on his bed. “Ron why are you here..”
“Where else would I be”
“I saw you and Her…”
“She’s gone nutter if you ask me, she was helping do my paper, I was telling her Lavender jumped me I figured that’s why she was mad at me, she just sat there holding that stupid book, you walk thru, she said Ron you know the angry way of hers and rushed upstairs. She gone mental that one“.
Harry jumped into his trousers and headed down stairs, looking around the common, just Ritchie was sitting there on the couch. “Huh Ritchie you seen Hermione”
“No not since, no not since class I just got in though”
“Oh ok” Harry walked across the room and sat on the loveseat, front the fire and stared at the flames. Several people walked thru, Harry didn’t notice.
Hermione finally regain her composure and dried her tears, when Parvati Patil walked in “Hey Hermione what’s wrong with Harry”
“What… Harry… something wrong” she started sitting up worried.
“Yea he’s sitting in front of the fire staring at the flames, I said hi and sat next to him, he didn’t even notice, something wrong with him if he didn’t notice me”
“I, I don’t know, maybe I should check, thanks Pav”
She picked up her book, wiped her eyes and quickly headed downstairs.
There he was watching the flames, she smiled.
Neville was talking to him, well trying to talk to him.
“Hi Neville, can I talk to Harry”
“You can try”
Hermione sat next to Harry and picked up his arm and slid in under and next to him and opened the book, “Harry where were we” holding it in front of them.
Harry looked down and pulled her close with his arm. “Not sure maybe we should start at the beginning”
“Yes Harry, the beginning” and open to page one, somewhere around page six “I’m sorry Harry” as she turned to him. He turned to her “My fault Mio..” and they kissed.

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Awakening pt. 5 (3)

I looked down into the valley towards the temple, surrounded by statues of naked gods and women. The sun shone through the clouds and the lone oak tree, which sat atop the hill I was on, swayed gently, leaves glittering in the sunlight.
“Going well?” a voice asked behind me,
“Not bad, well, pretty good, actually,” I said, smiling to myself. I sat down amid the roots of the tree and turned to face my mother, with the sun behind her, her body was framed with an almost angelic halo and her hair, which she’d made gold since I last saw her, flickered like tinsel on Christmas.
“Oh really?” she asked, smiling knowingly, “Do tell.” She sat beside me in the roots of the tree, the sun slowly crawling lower in the sky on its arcing path.
“Well, there’s Jess, whose now got a new girlfriend, the ex of the guy who was originally bullying her. There’s Hannah, who despite my demands, still remains a slut,” I smiled thinking ahead, “She’ll probably need another visit,” I added.
“What about you?” my mum asked, smiling kindly.
“What about me?” I replied, turning to face her a bit more.
“Have you seen anyone yet?”
I thought about it for a while, flicking through all the girls at school, I’d nearly reached the end of the list when I realised there might actually be someone.
“I dunno, maybe,” I said finally.
My mum just sat there smiling.
“Oh god yeah!” I cried after a minute, “How’s Emma?” I asked, feeling guilty I hadn’t thought about her in such a long time.
“Oh she’s fine,” my mum said brightly, “She’s really settling in well,” ever since, that fateful night when mum had bumped into my eating out my sister’s friend, and my sister’s lips wrapped around my cock, Emma had gone to live in my mum’s mansion type house, in Olympus.
“You can see her soon, if you want?” she said,
“Oh yeah please,” I nodded enthusiastically.
“Good,” my mum paused for at least two whole minutes, “She misses, you,” my mum said quietly, “Every night she asks if she can see you, this time I can say yes.”
We both sat in silence as a remembered my little sister, I hadn’t seen her for nearly three years, she’d be eleven by now.
“Oh that reminds me,” my mum said, sitting up. “You’re other powers, I forgot all about them!”
I sat expectantly,
“Right,” she started, “You already know about the ones I’ve already told you. You know, invisibility, teleportin’, the voice thing . . .” she let the sentence fade.
“The ones you don’t know are much, much cooler,” I grinned in anticipation.
“There’s a problem though,” she said, my grin didn’t so much as die as had a catastrophic stroke.
“In the same way you unlocked your original powers, you have to unlock new ones,” she paused, “By honouring me,”
“By shagging?” I asked,
“Yeah,” she said slowly, disliking my crude description.
“Like, for example,” she said straightening back up. “If you wanted to be able to converse with animals, you would have to honour in a specific way, let’s say, by masturbating in a certain position, or something like that,”
“Oh, right,” I mumbled, damn rituals! “Can I actually talk to animals?” I asked a little les glum.
“Yeah, I think so,” my mum said, “Anyway, next time, when I come talk you to see Emma I’ll show you another temple so you can get a few ideas.” I grinned,
“Yeah, that’d be good.”
“Good,” she repeated, “I’ll see you in a bit then,” she smiled. A second later I was stood in the middle of my room, hearing weird giggling noises next door.
I changed out of my school clothes and into some footy trackies and a Man U top. Stepping outside, I knocked quickly on Jess’s door and leaned inside.
“You two still at?” I asked smiling. Suffice to say, they were. Jess was lying on her bed, her boobs bouncing as she giggled, a bed sheet covering Becky, who was between Jess’s legs doing something I’m sure involved tongues.
“Oh my god!” exclaimed Becky who fell of the bed, sheets unravelling and leaving her naked on the floor.
“Hi Ry,” said Jess, un-fazed. Becky however, had scrabbled up some sheets and had made a desperate effort to wipe Jess’s Juices off of her face, and cover her naked body.
“Wh . . . What the . . . omg!” Becky managed,
“God,” I moaned, smiling, “Calm down,” I looked back towards Jess, “I’ve got football in half an hour, you wanna come?” Jess frowned for a second before nodding, slowly.
“Yeah, yeah okay, I’ll come,” she looked questioningly at Becky, still on the floor,
“Yeah okay whatever!” she cried, desperate for me to leave,
“Right okay then, half an hour, yeah?” I looked at Becky one last time before I shrugged to Jess and went downstairs.
By the time Jess and Becky had showered and dressed I was on seven hundred and sixty three kick-ups (yes . . . with my powers = P).
“You ready?” I asked, looking the girls up and down. They were both wearing jeans, and Becky had borrowed a top of Jess, they’d both grabbed two coat-like jackets from jess’s room and made their way downstairs.
“Yeah, were ready,” nodded Jess, Becky arm hooked around hers.
We walked to the astro-turf pitch we trained on, and on the way we talked about random stuff like which actors they thought were fit, and their favourite celebrities and other meaningless gossip.
When we got there, Jerrad probably the closest thing I thought of as a friend, called out to me,
“Hey, Ryan, You scored pretty good there mate!” he was grinning like a fool as he saw my face,
“She’s my best mate, you retard,” I laughed as his face dropped, “an’ that’s her friend,” I laughed as his joking melted off his face,
“Oh well,” I consoled him, “Unlucky there.” His face rose a bit and we headed off to the rest of the team and the manager, who everyone called the ‘Chief’.
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After the warm-up and we were three nil, down, (I try not to use my powers too much at football, I want to be good, but not a cheat.)
Jess laughed as Jarred, who was on the other team, slipped past me and a defender and slotted one right in the top-corner.
“Ryan you moob!” she laughed, “I could do better than that!” I looked at her for a second, and then at the chief,
“Hey, Chief, we’re a man down, can Jess play,” some of the other lads laughed at the thought of playing a girl, but the Chief just shrugged so I yelled to jess and soon she’d thrown of her coat and ran through the gate that led onto the astro-pitch.
“Bring it.” She said, grinning, as we kicked off.
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Soon after we were four three down and Becky had been invited by the Chief’s wife to sit in the car with a coffee so she was happy.
Two minutes later a played a cross through the air to the feet of Brad, one of our players, who then lobbed it into the box. To our entire amazement, Jess leapt in the air, spun, volleyed the ball in mid-air, and landed, spinning as the ball shook the netting behind.
All of us stood in a kind of stupor as we replayed in our heads what had just happened, before the Chief clapped his hands and had us finish.
Me and Jess laughed along with the rest of the team as we walked back to the Chief’s car. I got there and was taking to Jerrad when Jess came up and tapped me on the shoulder,
“Where’s Becky?” she asked, worried.”
“Dunno,” I shrugged and asked the Chief’s wife where Becky had gone, apparently she went to find a bin fifteen minutes ago, but then she’d been stopped by some lad, and they’d gone the second she looked again.
Jess looked at me, thinking the same thought ‘Tyler’.
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Fifteen minutes earlier.
“Thanks, Mrs Heath,” said Becky stepping out of the car, “I’m just gonna’ go find a bin.”
Becky stepped out and saw Jess slide tackle the ball away from someone almost twice the size of her and then hit the crossbar.
The carried on walking, not really watching anything in particular, when she bumped into someone.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry I didn’t –” she stopped as she saw Tyler in front of her.
“What, d’you want?” she asked, half afraid, half annoyed,
“You!” he growled, and the half afraid flooded her entirely,
“Wha-” Becky managed before he grabbed her with both hands, clamped on hand over her mouth and hauled her into a side-alley.
She tried to scream as his hand went between her legs but his other hand was still over her mouth.
As if sensing her intent, her pulled out a roll of tape and clamped her jaw shut.
Then, with his other hand freed, he tore the coat of her shoulders and attacked her shirt.
He ripped it in two in his violent grabbing and her large boobs flopped out got pressed against cold brickwork as he spun her around and bit off the clip of her bra.
He resistant her attempts to defend herself and grabbed her jeans pulling them too her knees, he pulled her frilly white panties (also borrowed off Jess ;D) down to her knees squeezed her shivering butt cheeks.
He got to his knees and ravaged her butt hole with his tongue, revelling in every movement she made to stop him, causing him yet more pleasure.
He stood after a minute and released his cock, seven inches long and easily two wide, he entered her from behind, pounding against her and grunting every time his balls slapped against her cheeks.
He felt the blood pumping around, and she clenched to try and keep him out, but it only heightened his pleasure. She writhed against him like a trapped snake but she struggled to move at all.
He groaned as he launched his seed deep into her arse. Her grunted again as he spun her around to face him and began playing with her tits.
He bit them hard and nibbled them so that squeals of pain escaped her mouth, even taped up.
He squeezed them as hard as he dared, and then, when his cock had re-filled itself he aimed his rod into her as-yet, un-penetrated-by-cock vagina.
He grunted as he ploughed back into her and her clenched muscles squeezed him. He violently licked her tits and she whimpered in fear, a fight having fled from her limp body as soon as he had rammed himself inside her.
The pleasure of finally taking her after so many un-fulfilled breams was beyond imagine. Every movement, be it the heartless attempts of defence or the pump of blood heightened his pleasure and he cummed deep inside her after only two minutes.
He re-dressed, her and himself, whispering in her ear, “
“There’s more where that came from!”
“FUCK IS THERE!!” someone roared in the entrance of the darkened alley, and rugby tackled him into the garbage cans behind him.
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I can’t remember what I yelled as I took out Tyler from the side, I just remember thinking ‘I’m gonna kill this bastard’.
I found myself kneeling on top of him and threw I punch at his face, I felt a satisfying ‘crunch’ follow my knuckles, and a launched another furious punch to the side of his head.
I was about to lay him a third before Jarred, who had seen me and Jess run off, grabbed my shoulders and with a grunt haul me off of him and step between us.
In my anger I shoved him aside and kicked the kneeling Tyler in the ribs, sending him crashing to the floor.
Some more hands grabbed both me and Tyler and hauled is out of the alley. I remember the chief yelling in Tyler’s ear that he’d never get over this!. And when I saw someone, brad, I think it was, tie Tyler up with his own tape I began to calm down.
I leant against the bonnet of the Chief’s car and answered the dumbass questions some copper was asking me. Soon enough Me, Becky and Jess had all lumped into the back of Chief’s car and were following the cop car in front.
all coments welcome as always, any advice whatever. also any ideas on ryan’s powers would be greatly appreciated, i got kinda stuck on that part =)
oh yeah, i nearly forgot, enjoy!

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Fantasy

Double Lovers Pt. I

“Would you ever take me back?” cried Renee into her ex-boy friend’s shoulder.
“I don’t know if I could Renee. You lied to me a lot, and it really hurt me,” Travis responded. He had broken up with her two weeks before for calling him numerous times saying she was pregnant, after stating she was a virgin. He eventually yelled at her and told her they were done. She came to his door when he was in the middle of talking to his friend Nikki about getting together one night. Travis took her in only because of the pouring rain out side, now he had a gorgeous thirteen year-old burnette crying in his shoulder, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. He was planning on having a cam-to-cam session with Nikki, so she was seeing all of this, and kept typing that Renee was turning her on, and that she could kind of see her ass. Luckily for Renee she didn’t see this. They were on the couch and the cam was pointing to where his dick would have been, but the top half of Renee’s ass was now.
Travis was beginning to get a boner as he saw the things that Nikki would messasge him, how she’d like to be there with them both mostly. The fact that Renee’s small yet perfect AAcup breasts were pushed against his chest, she began to feel his rock hard member pressing on her stomach. Her tears lifted slightly as she brought her leg around and sat on his lap facing him, feeling his dick push into her stomach everytime she breathed out. “What if I gave you my virginity?” she asked looking into his eyes.
“Renee…I don’t think I could go back to you, even if you did. Maybe if you gave me some time, but I still don’t know.”
“Well, what if we had sex anyways?” she asked putting her arms around his neck her shiny brown eyes looking into his blue eyes deeply. She put her finger to his lips when he opened his mouth. “Travis, your the first boy I’ve ever done anything more than kiss with, I promise.”
He wasn’t sure that she was telling the truth but he put his arms around her as she began sobbing again. He saw that Nikki was asking him if was going to have sex with her. “Renee…”
She sat back and looked at him, “Please,” there was a begging and innocent look in her eyes as she began lightly rocking her hips back and forth. A single tear was rolling down her face.
Travis had never been able to say no to a crying girl, and especially one as cute as Renee. He reached up with a hand and gently whiped the tear away and kissed her lips lightly. “Renee, I don’t think we could, I’m a virgin to, you know that…and we don’t have any condoms and I know you’re not on the pill…”
“Please, Travis,” she begged once more as she rocked her hips against his hard dick. She gently pushed her chest against his, and brought her lips close to his, staring deep in his eyes. Her eyes were shiny, from crying, and he knew he couldn’t say no. He gently moved his hands down to her ass and gently began kneeding them, she quickly rested her head on his shoulder. “Ohhh, Travis. Please take me, Travis!”
Travis saw that Nikki had typed that she had began masturbating and couldn’t wait for it to start. Travis laughed a little, he usually didn’t like girls who acted like they were constantly horney, but something about Nikki was different. He quickly drew his attention back to Renee and slipped his hands around between them and began lifting up her shirt over her breasts and off her head. She reached behind herself and took her bra off exposing her little thirteen-year-old breasts that only Travis had ever felt, more-less seen. He quickly placed his mouth over a nipple and began to suck gently. Renee loved him sucking on her, although he’d only done it once before, and he loved to do it.
As he switched breasts Renee started rocking her hips again, and began lifting his shirt off, then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She crawled down him taking his pants and boxers down as his raging hard on sprang out. She placed her mouth on it and began sucking it slowly into her mouth. Travis almost thrust up hard, into the back of her throat, but didn’t knowing that, if she wasn’t lying, this would be the first blow job she’d ever given.
As she began to get more comfortable with the seventeen-year-old’s dick in her mouth, occasionally having it poke the back of her throat she took off her pants and thongs and began rubbing herself. Travis started running his fingers through her hair and moaning slightly, coming close to orgasim. Renee was beginning to get very wet, and even slid her pinky inside her tight, virgin pussy.
After only a few more moments of sucking, Travis couldn’t take it and slowly pulled her up and sat her so his dick was against her stomach. He could feel Renee shaking, as if in fear, and asked her, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yeah,” she replied biting her lower lip. Indeed she was scared of losing her virginity, but something he didn’t know was that she did love him, and had always been afraid to admit it. She trembled more as she felt herself lifted, and his dick head pushing against her virgin pussy hole. She closed her eyes as she slowly felt it push the walls of her pussy apart.
Only after pushing in a tiny bit into her extremely tight, hot, wet, virgin pussy he felt his dick head hit her hymen. She must’ve felt it to, because she put her head on his shoulder, almost crying already. He kissed her neck softly, and pushed through it. She let out a small squeel and began crying a little as he continued to push all the way in. He was ready to explode and fighting hard not to by the time his entire length was inside her.
Renee’s fear left her once her hymen was broken, but she continued to cry. It hurt her so bad to feel his big dick inside her young pussy. He began gently grazing his fingers over her back, he knew she liked it when she was sad, and kept kissing her head. He looked at the computer screen to see that Nikki stated that she already came once, and was jealous of how gentle Travis was being with Renee.
She sniffled one last time and shifted so she was sitting up, wrapped her arms around Travis’ neck, getting lost in his deep blue eyes. A single tear rolled down his face slowly, seeing her face covered in tears, her eyes red from crying. She rocked her hips to show him she was ready and kissed his tear. He kissed her lips deeply and placed his hand on her ass, kneeding it again.
He pulled out halfway and slowly pushed back in, her still tight pussy squeezing his dick, he instantly felt the sperm rush up his dick. He knew that he wouldn’t be lasting much longer but wanted to make it as far as he could for her.
Renee lifted her hips up and sat back down slowly and smiled at Travis. He smiled back at her and they both started a slow rythem as Renee rested her head on Travis’ shoulder, moaning loudly. “Stick a finger in her ass!” Nikki typed with a grin smiley face. Travis ran his middle finger over her pussy, getting some juices on it as they very slowly humped eachother. Slowly he pushed the finger into her ass hole. He heard her gasp and lift her head up quickly, afraid he hurt her again he began to slowly pull out. But she moaned louder and he began to slowly finger-fuck her ass hole.
She was moaning loudly, nearly screaming at the feeling of his big dick moving in and out of her pussy slowly, and the finger now pumping in and out of her tight ass hole. She lifted her head and gasped for air as she felt a most powerful orgasim coming on. She screamed loudly and pushed her forehead against his as she rocked her hips back and forth quickly. Her whole body trembled violently, now from pleasure, as she came hard. She screamed again when she felt his dick start throbbing.
At the first glimpse of her squeezing pussy he shoved in all the way and came harder than he had ever or, as he thought, ever could. She screamed at the massive pleasure in being filled with his sperm.
Unfortunately after a minute or two their combined intense orgasim subsided and she collapsed on him. He sat up and held her, his dick slowly going limp, but remaining inside her pussy. She kissed his cheek and he kissed her neck as they both closed their eyes, to rest for a bit.

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Family Ties

Act 1
Little Ione woke up in her bed as the noise from the TV downstairs blared the sounds of a action movie throughout the house. Her face twisted into a frown at the uncaring of her older brother, she sat up and threw the blankets off. Getting out of bed, she opened her door and stumbled still half asleep to the stairs and slowly went down, stair after stair, when a girls giggle invaded her thoughtless state and brought her fully awake. Her brother, Craig, had brought a girl over while he was supposed to be babysitting Ione and and her twin Claire. Creeping down the stairs now, Ione was just imagineing all the blackmail she would hold over her 17 year old brother. Reaching the end of the stairs, Ione poked her head slowly around the corner so she could see into the living room.
Craig was on the big couch, lying on top of his girlfriend Anna, one hand underneath her neck as his other caressed her face and neck, as he kissed her deeply. Ione had just started to be attracted to boys, so instead of jumping out and giving Craig shit, she stayed behind the wall and watched. Wanting to see what boys and girls did, those things you heard about from friends that your parents would never tell you. So she stood there, eyes barely around the corner as her brothers arm slid down Anna’s neck to her left breast, pushing and squeezing it through her shirt. Anna groaned into his mouth and raised her body off the couch, pushing at his while her hands slid down his back and grabbed his ass. Moaning, the two teenagers wetly kissed as Craig started a slow rocking motion with his hips, grinding his pelvis into hers. Lifting his head, Craig looked down into Anna’s eyes, and lowering his hand, he began to pull her shirt up, first uncovering her flat stomach then her lacy white bra before it he pushed it up over the mounds of her breasts when, Anna raised her arms over her head, he pulled it completely off and threw it onto the floor. Giving Anna a quick kiss he knelt up over her body and pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it as Anna reached out and lightly scratched his toned form with her nails. Looking down, Craig softly carressed her just above her jeans and slowly moved his way upwards until his fingers were sliding over lace. Gently he undid the front clasp of her bra and peeled it off of her breasts so that the milky white globes fell free, erect nipple straining up into the air. Drawing circles aroung the areolas, he lowered his mouth to one nipple and gently sucked on it, scrapeing it with his teeth as his fingers twisted and pulled at the other. Anna arched her whole body, offering him more as one hand pulled his head harder against her and her other hand crept between their bodies and undoing his belt and top of his jeans, she grasped his hot rod and began pulling on his erection. Craig, in response, licked, bit and sucked on her breasts with wild abandon.
Ione had moved almost completely around the corner, to see better, her stomach feeling a new heat as she watched her brother and Anna make out. So when Craig suddenly sat back up and pulled Anna’s hand from his pants, she quickly ducked back behind the wall.
Craig thought he had seen a shadow move at the edges of his vision, but the half naked teenager beneath his legs quickly brought thoughts back to more promising things. Bending down, he kissed Anna deeply and lying on top of her again, he quickly rolled over so she lay upon him. His hands removed her bra off her shoulders and onto the floor and then drifted down to her tight ass, grapping and pulling on her bottom. Ione poked her head back around the corner as Anna broke the kiss and moved down his body kissing and sucking his skin. Her tongue flicking his erect nipples as her nails scraped his abs. Kneeling between Craigs legs, Anna quickly undid the rest of his jeans and pulled them off to add to the growing pile on the floor. Looking down she gazed at his cock, straining against his boxers. She lightly traced his length with the tips of her fingers before grapping the waistband and slowly drawing the boxers down. First his rosy red helmut popped out followed by the length of his cock until she could see his scrotum pulled tight amid a patch of hair. She pulled his boxers off and bent down, her tongue sliding along his length a few times while her fingers tickled his balls and edged towards his ass. Craig just watched as she popped the tip of his dick into her mouth and started sucking on his dick as one hand juggled his balls and the other rubbed up and down, slowly beating him off into her mouth.Closing his eyes, Craig groaned and turned his head to the side while his hands brushed at Anna’s hair and shoulders. While Anna started to suck down his entire cock into her mouth, picking up the tempo, Craigs hips started pumping, his hands forcing her farther down while pushing himself deeper into her slurping mouth. Opening his eyes, Craig looked right at his sister Ione, standing by the stairs, her gaze locked onto Anna engulfing his rock hardness, her breasts and hair swaying and bobbing up and down as her hands gripped into his theighs up get more leverage. Looking back down, a secret smile on his face, Craig pulled Anna from his cock, and moving swiftly he sat up, threw her onto where he was just lying and quickly pulling her pants and white lacy underwear off, he literally dove his face into her hairy muff and began to lick and suck on her clit, as his three fingers popped into her wet pussy and stimulated her from the inside. While eating Anna’s tasty pussy, Craig raised his eyes and watched as Ione, gazed open mouthed at her brother, her hands slowly rubbing her groin then picking up speed, to keep in time with Anna’s frequent thrusts as Craig devoured her skillfully.
Ione couldn’t help but notice Craig watching her, but she was too entralled by Anna’s wild gyrations, breathless swearing and sweat soaked body pushing at her brothers face while her hands pulled his head tighter against her until finally Anna froze. Her body stratched taunt, breasts and hard nipples pointed at the ceiling, Anna bit her lip and groaned as her hips convulsed in tiny spasms, her creamy fluid gushing out of her pussy into Craigs face. Drained, Anna slumped, exhaused onto the couch. Craig, dientangling himself from between her legs, crawled forward until he knelt between her theighs, her legs on either side of him. Gripping his cock in one hand, the other spreading Anna’s legs further apart so her pussy was wide open, Craig looked up at Ione, and watching his sister, he slid himself slowly into Anna’s tight hole until his balls were squeezed against her ass. And still keeping his eyes on Ione, he began to pump his hips, driving himself into her wet heat. Picking up speed, Craig leaned forward and bracing one hand by Anna’s head, he slid the other hand under her back and pulled her ass up. Anna began rocking her hips in tempo with Craigs steady pistoning. Ione, meanwhile, was also keeping pace. Her fingers, with a will of their own, were rubbing the front of her pajamas while her eyes devored the sight of her brothers glistening cock sliding in and out of the hairy pussy, their bodies moving together, Anna’s sweaty breasts bounceing and then she finally met Craigs eyes. And Ione watched as her brothers face twisted, his hips shuddered and he pulled out of Anna, grabbing his dick again, as thick semen spurted out and landed on Anna’s stomach and tits. Craig his eyes still loicked on Ione, watched as his sister took a hesitant step into the room, her mouth open and tongue sticking out, before she arruptly turned around and ran up the stairs.A wet stain spreading across the fornt of her PJs.
Act 2
The next night, after a whole day avoiding her brother in every way possible, Ione crawled into her bed just after her parents went out again and lay there awake. Tonight she was wearing the same pjs as last night and she thought she still could feel the wet spot on her front. Just lying in bed, she remembered the feeling of her first orgasm with a heavy beating heart, and just as she started playing with herself, Claire, Ione’s twin sister, came in. Jumping into her own bed, Claire told Ione how Craig was acting all weird and had even phoned his girlfriend and told her not to come over. Then in a summary judgement that older brothers were idiots and that no-one could understand men, she turned over and fell asleep. Waiting for a half hour, Ione just lay there, making sure that Claire was truely asleep before she began to again imagine her brother’s cock. Slowly rubbing her pussy through her PJs she day dreamed about having someone make love to her and eat her out the way Craig had done for Anna. Then hesitantly she slid her fingers beneath her pajamas and felt her hairyless pussy sexually for the first time. Lightly rubbing her lips she pushed them apart, and toyed with her clit. Then travelling farther, her fingers brushed against her hole, and Ione slowly pushed her index finger in, up to the end of her fingernail. pulling out slightly, she pushed her finger back in a tiny bit deeper. Groaning, she pushed her other hand under the sheets and pushed her PJ bottoms down around her spread knees. Then, still pumping her finger in and out of her pussy, she used her other hand to rub more vigorously at her clit. Groaning louder, Ione was shocked when Claire sat up and looked over at her. Pulling her finger out with a wet slurp, Ione looked over as her twin asked what she was doing. Sitting up, her PJs still around her knees, red faced Ione promised her to never tell and told Claire what she had seen last night and what she was doing just seconds ago. Claire was amazed and asked Ione what it felt like. After sharing how wonderfull it felt, Ione was shocked again when her twin asked if she could show her. Claire, as equally embarassed as Ione, slid out of bed and joined Ione in her bed. Ione then slowly pushed the blanket to the end of the bed, then laying down she pushed her pants of the rest of the way and bared her pussy to her sisters eyes. Spreading her legs she slid her fingers along her lips and pushed one finger back into her wet pussy. Going back into her fantasy, she rubbed her clit with renewed haste as her finger pushed in deeper. Feeling the bed shake slightly, Ione opened her eyes and turned her head and watched as Claire removed her PJs. Lying down naked, Claire watched Ione masterbate before slowly pushing her own fingers between her legs and began toying with her clit. Watching her sister finger herself, made Ione rub herself harder and she began panting as a feeling of joy flowed throughout her body. Spreading her legs wider, Ione pushed her middle finger into her pussy, joining it with the other till she had two fingers pumping into her. Rubbing faster and faster it was not even a minute before her body could take no more and she shuddered her way into her second orgasm ever. Letting her fingers stay inside her, Ione rolled to her side, and watched as Claire slowly fingered herself. Looking at her sisters body, the same yet so different from her own, she pulled her fingers free and reaching over, traced one wet finger across her twins nipple. Claire gasped, turned her head until the girl’s foreheads touched and gasped again as her sister traced her chest and flicked the other nipple. Rubbing herself faster, Claire stuck her tongue out and touched it to Ione’s lips. Hesitant, Ione opened her mouth and licked her sister back before moving forward and, bringing her hand to the back of Claire’s head, began to kiss her sister ardently. Swinging one leg over Claire’s spread leg, Ione pushed her damp pussy against Claire’s shaking theigh. Breaking the kiss, Ione looked deep into her twin sisters eyes, and with a shared private exchange, slid her body down. Her pussy leaving a wet trail down Claire’s leg. One hand entangled in her sisters hair, the other quested down Claire’s body until it slip between her legs and pushing her own out of the way, Ione slipt two fingers into her sisters wet fuck hole, and began to pump them in and out. Bending her head, Ione traced Claire’s body with her tongue, until she could suck and bite on her erect nipples, while grinding her own pussy against the athletic hardness of Claire’s leg.
Heaving herself against her sister, Claire felt Ione’s fingers delve into her,deeper and deeper, and panting she looked down as her sister sucked on her nipples. Senseing her gaze Ione looked up and and locked eyes with her twin. Their hips moving together, the twins ground against each others body parts, bringing them towards newly found feelings. Ione, as felt herself about to come again and her fingers got even wetter as Claire’s love juice began to flow, pulled forward and drove her tongue into Claire’s mouth and began kissing wetly. Claire, now able to reach down, pushed her fingers into Ione’s pussy and started pushing her fingers deep into the unfulled hole. Breaking the kiss the two girls looked down at their pussies being pummeled by the other girls fingers. Ione strained her head back and groaned hard as she rocked until almost simutaniously the twins shuddered into a joined orgasm.
Act 3
The weeks that followed were full of new experiences for Ione, with her sister they tried everything that could come to their vivid imaginations. From eating each others pussies to grinding wet pelvis’ to fingering each others asses to finally using household toys in every orafice they would fit, the two girls did it all. But Ione still wanted to do more. She wanted a hot hard cock pumping into her pussy, she wanted to suck a mans rigid tool and finally she wanted to taste a mans thick white fluid gushing down her throat. For the previous nights, while her twin pumped a candle in her pussy, Ione dreamed it was her brothers cock. So she made a plan to suduce Craig.
Coming home from school early one day, she heard the TV on in the living room. Creeping to the entrance, she stopped. She couldn’t believe it. Craig was watching a porno. Her heart beating faster, her dreams coming to life, she quickly pulled off her school blazer and unbuttoning half her top, she stepped around the corner and voiced that her pussy would be better than his hand. Then her eyes registered the shocked look on his face, his hand in midstroke on his long thick cock, and it was her dad! Undeteried, Ione stepped forward and quickly stood between her father’s legs. Kneeling down, she gently removed his hands from where they had froze and looking deep into his eyes, she grasped his softening penis in both hands and began to stroke him back to stiffness. Feeling her dad get hard again under her careful manipulations, she broke eye contact, leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock. Hearing his gasp, she licked again, smelling the huskness of his sex. Bending over more, she smelt her way down his cock till she felt his ball hair brush her lips. Hesitantly, she licked his sack and tasting his saltyness, feeling his balls move under the gentle strocking of her tongue, she opened her mouth and slurping one ball into her mouth, she sucked on it like a candy. Feeling her dad’s tense body relax, his hands brushing her hair softly, Ione stopped her stroking him and began to lick his nine inch cock from base to tip, covering him completly in her saliva. Once it was totally lubed, Ione brought her hand again to his cock and began a slow up and down stroke that left the top of his hardo-on free. Meeting her father’s eyes once more, she licked again at his tip and, popping him into her mouth, she started to bob her head onto his manhood. Sucking and twirling her tongue around his helmut, Ione took her father deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head in time as her hand pumped him harder and faster. Watching as his head rolled back, Ione felt her dads hands force her head deeper onto his cock as his hips began thrusting his cock into her mouth. Gagging slightly, Ione took as much of the thick rod as possible, her nose flaring with deep breaths, loving the feeling of his cock pushing past her lips, boucing hard off the back of her throat. Sucking as hard as she could, Ione felt a pulse under her hand and pulling her face away from his cock as her mouth got a shot of fluid , Ione continued pumping her hand and watched as his cock spurted thick white fluid into the air. His semen landing on his stomach and legs, some on her face, she bent forward and licked him clean, sucking on his softening penis, making sure she got all of her fathers juices.
Kneeling back upright, Ione relocked eyes with her father and slowly traced a finger across her face, gathering all his semen she parted her lips and sucked her finger clean. She then began to unbutton the rest of her shirt, pulling it off, she removed her traing bra. Once Ione was topless, she placed her hands on his legs and pulled his pants and underwear down to ankles where her dad lifted his feet so they could join her clothes on the floor. Using his knees to stand up, Ione looked down at her dad, the man who would never tuck her to bed in the same way again, and slowly pulled her white panties down from under her school skirt, feeling the wet spot that had formed without her even being touch. Reaching behind her, Ione undid the clasp for her skirt and tentativly pulled it from her body till she stood completely naked in front of her father. Then stepping forward she straddled his waist, her damp pussy sitting upon his soft cock. Gently placing his hands on her smooth white theighs, she drew her hands up her legs until they met at her pussy. Gently stroking her clit with one hand, Ione used her other hand to spread her puffing lips and stuck a finger deep into her pussy. Slowly thrusting her hips, Ione leaned so far back her dad had to reach around and supporte her with one hand while his other hand strocked her soft firm skin from knee to ass. Breaking her gaze, Ione’s dad watched as she rubbed her clit and shoveled fingers into her pussy. Feeling his cock slowly begin growing again, Ione pushed herself harder down on him, grinding herself into his lap. Once his cock was back to full stiffness, Ione pulled her fingers free with a wet pop and slid her pussy up and down his hardness, coating with her fuck juices. Stopping her frantic clit rubbing, Ione reached her hand out to grasp the back of his for added leverage and stuck her wet fingers into his mouth. Letting her dad suck his daughters fingers, tasting her virgin pussy flavor, giving him a taste of what was to come. Once her fingers were clean, Ione wrapped both hands around his head and leaned forward till their faces were inches apart and sucking on her lip, she ground herself into his lap, his hands squeezing and pulling on her tight ass. She then watched as he leaned forward and stuck his tongue into her mouth. Frenching her father while she thrust into his lap electified her and she quickly shuddered into an orgasm. Leaning back she met his eyes and with a silent yes, he picked her up and lay her onto the couch. Bracing himself a foot above her, Ione’s dad traced her face with his hand, drawing down her neck, tracing across her chest and nipples, picking at her belly button until he finally flickered with her clit for a few minutes before pushing two fingers into her wet hole, feeling around inside her, his thumb rubbed softly on her button. Pulling his fingers free of her hot tight embrace, he spread Ione’s legs wider and grabbing his cock, her dad pushed slowly at her hole. Groaning, Ione reached down and helped him push his cock deeper into her pussy until his balls slapped gently against her ass. Pulling out a bit Ione’s father pushed back in, her lips tight around his cock. Slowly he began to pick up speed, pumping himself deeper, if possible, into her pussy, while Ione thrust her hips against him, loving the feeling of his long thick cock sliding into her. Thrusting in motion with his steady pumping, Ione reached down and pulled on his ball sack with one hand while the other rubbed ferociously on her clit. Ione watched his amazed face looked down where they were joined, father and daughter. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Ione felt her father begin to thrust into her urgently when suddenly he pulled himself free, his cock springing free with a wet slurt. Giving him an upset look, she nodded in answer to his unspoken question. Ione stood up and took her fathers hand. Leading him to the side of the couch, she lent over the armrest and braced herself on the pillows, her ass wiggleing in the air. Spreading her legs, she looked over her shoulder at her dad and smiled. She watched as he gazed on her, her white ass sticking up and pussy juice trailing down her legs. Dropping to his knees, Ione’s dad licked up the juices flowing down her legs before shoving his face into her pussy. Slurping at her pussy, she felt his tongue quest inside her between sucking her pussy lips into his mouth. Standing up, he brought his cock back to her pussy and with one thrust, pushed his entire length inside her. Banging away with ardour, his hands gripped her ass as her head bounced on the cushins. Ione breathed faster and faster as her dad fucked her hard and fast. Rolling Ione over, her dad wrapped both her legs around his head and continued to pummel her pussy, Bracing her hands behind her, Ione fucked back at her dad, forcing him go deeper inside her. Pulling herself free, she sat up sweat soaked and wrapping her legs around his waist again she guided his cock back to her pussy, Wrapping her arms around his head, her ass barely on the armrest she thrust her self back onto his cock. With both of them puming away, Ione looked up at her dad, his gaze upon her while his hands pulled on her hips, keeping them in tempo so they could both enjoy as much as possible. Ione stared as his face tightened and then felt his hips shudder, his cock began to pulse sending streams of thick come jetting into her pussy. Feeling the warm fluid flooding her Ione could take no more and clenching her legs, thrust her hips and joined her dad, groaning and shuddering into her best orgasm ever. Her pussy flooding so much, juices spurted out the edges of her filled hole.

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Fantasy

Speech Class III: The After Party

You favorite friends with benefits return in the third installment of Speech Class. This is a direct sequel to the sequel so you may want to read the first two first. I might write some more, but I might write a story with another theme.

Fantasy

Julian’s First

This is my first story and its kinda short but if i get positive comments i will add on to the next part

Fantasy

Her eyes were watching me

*Author’s Note: this is my first attempt at writing erotica and I decided to start it off slow to allow it to be built upon in later parts. I hope you you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. Rikter*

Fantasy

MY sister JEAN

Chapter 1 — Jean’s panties
Holding up the soiled panties I’d lifted from the wash
hamper and with an exaggerated voice of wonder, I asked,
“What’re these?”
My sister, Jean–older by two years–blushed and shot
back, “You jerk! What do you think they are? Give me my
panties…right now, Billy!”
Jean and I had always been close and shared most
things, but the conservative atmosphere that surrounded
things sexual in our home had placed a “forbidden” charge on
things like underwear…and bathrooms . . . and (gasp),
private parts. Added to the mixed messages we’d received,
was the clear awareness of our parents’ sexuality, for, when
my father returned from a long sea trip, they’d always “get
it on.” Ostensibly, their sexuality was not in the open, but
in fact, they were careless and we were aware of both of
them as sexually active people. But we never spoke of it.
That heightened awareness was to add spice to our own little
games.
Holding up the white cotton panties to the light, I
examined the crotch in an affected fashion and said, “Hmmmm,
what’s this white stuff?”
“BILLY! Stop that this minute, you little rat. God!
You’re dirty.”
I loved her discomfort and as her kid brother, I loved
this fleeting moment of power. Sensing I was on a roll, I
held the panties up to my nose and made a loud sniffing
sound and added, “Boy, this smells sexy.”
Would this stratagem work? I was dragging out of the
closet a specific point of sexual tension that had been
building between us for a long time. It started for me, I
think, when we were wrestling and I had become aware of the
distinctive “girl smell” Jean had, seemingly coming from her
bottom. I’d wrestled in earnest but as usual, I was
distracted. Everywhere I touched, it seemed, was soft or
feminine. She, on the other hand, wasn’t distracted. She’d
finally whipped me with a scissor-lock. I was trapped with
my head between her thighs, looking up into the tight crotch
of her shorts.
“Give? Give?” she chanted.
“Never! Not on your life,” I insisted. Give up?
Heck, I wanted some more time so close to her secret girl spot. Reaching around her bare thigh, I tried to insert my
hands between her legs near the stretched bottom of her
white shorts. I’d already made out that all she had on were
short shorts and panties glimpsed under a too-large, baggy
sweat shirt.
Making a tickling sound as I touched the inside of her
thigh, I got her laughing a moment, relaxing her strong leg
muscles. I lunged– not back and away– rather, I pushed my
head in and higher up, bringing my nose right up to her
bottom.
“Now I really gotcha,” she chortled. “Give?”
Got me? I smiled to myself. Who’s got whom here?
“Never!” I mumbled from the confines of her sweaty crotch,
inhaling her smell, the sexy, girl aroma.
Smelling her panties that I’d snitched from the soiled
clothes hamper was always a turn-on, but smelling her this
closely, in real-time, was almost overpowering. I forgot to
struggle and gave myself over to the erotic moment. Seeing
the leg of her panties under her shorts, a few light brown
hairs sticking out, I wondered, has she any idea what I’m
seeing?
Jean suspected something was going on. “What are you
*doing*, you little shit?” And then she shrieked as I began
to run my finger tips under the pant leg, touching her panty crotch, all in the guise of tickling.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” I lied, trying to make my
mind work on two separate levels. Pretend we’re wrestling,
but bury my nose in her crotch. I was desperate to smell
her, to touch her, to see her sex and I didn’t really know
how to go about it…other than this game.
Still shrieking with laughter and repeating,
“No…no…no . . . ,” she was trying to keep me pinned and
get away from my tickling at the same time. “Oh, God,
don’t. I’ll wet myself. Stop. Please stop.”
Wet herself? What did she mean? It was then that I
became aware of another smell, the unmistakable faint scent
of pee. Cripes, was she peeing in her pants? Craning my
head back, I attempted to look at the white crotch right in
front of my face and could see a wet place as big as a plum.
Then, before I could see anymore, she quickly disengaged and
ran from the room, slamming the bathroom door behind her.
As I’d often done in the past when I knew we were
alone, I’d listen at the thin bathroom door. Once again I
heard the familiar hissing of her pee hitting the porcelain
bowl. Other times she’d make a louder noise when her
squirting pee splashed in the water and I couldn’t figure
out why it changed from time to time. Did she sit
differently? Could she really aim it? I didn’t hear the
noisy toilet paper roll as I anticipated. Rather, it was
quiet. Straining, I imagined I could hear her breathing, but
it may have been me. After several minutes of silence, I
then heard her pull on the toilet paper, a long pull
followed by another short silence.
The bathroom door knob rattled, surprising me, for
she’d not flushed the john. She *always* flushed — that
was my signal to get out of there. Oh, shit! I’m caught, I
thought, my heart suddenly in my throat. Yet, she’d paused
just a moment, allowing me to scamper away. Then the door
opened with a bang and Jean, walking out of the bathroom,
stepped over me. I could see the half moons of her ass
cheeks as she stepped over my upturned face. She simply
dismissed me with a casual, “Jerk!”
As she rounded the corner and passed from sight, I
jumped up and went into the bathroom. The lid was up on
the john and when I looked in I was thrilled to see pale
yellow water and a folded-up wad of toilet tissue. There it
is, I thought. There’s her pee! I stood looking at it,
thinking about how it got there and I just couldn’t not jack
off. I was too primed, I was ready to explode with sexual
tension. It must have taken about ten seconds of
frantically stroking my teen-aged hard-on for me to squirt
my jism into the yellow toilet water. That’s it. I was
hooked. My sister had me by the balls on a downhill drag
and she didn’t even know it. Jean’s panties and Jean’s
peeing, at that moment, became firmly linked in my mind with
an immense sexual charge.
Later, I tried to talk with her about our wrestling but
I wasn’t surprised when she just wouldn’t talk about it at
all. Still, we both knew something had changed and a new
tension, a sexual charge, had been established. For me, I
became obsessed with trying to see Jean naked, or up her
dress or under a pantleg. If that’s all you think about and
you live in such closeness with another person, the rewards
are frequent. Yet, looking was one thing, but not enough.
I wanted to up the ante. I wanted so much to smell her
again and more, I wanted to talk with her about it! I just
wanted to talk dirty. And heaven knows, I wanted to watch
her pee.
She rarely got to go to the john without me being aware
of it and listening at the door. The sound of her peeing was an aphrodisiac for me –instant woody! Even the muffled
sound of her soft farts gave me a thrill. I came to know
her micturition habits born of the certainty of long
experience.
For me, a ritual was established. After school, Jean
would always change her clothes including her underwear,
leaving the soiled garments in the bathroom hamper. As soon
as she’d come out, I’d go in, lock the door, and fish out
her panties. Then, with my own pants down around my ankles
and sitting on the toilet, I sniffed her panties as I played
with myself. It had been years since I’d caught a glimpse
of her bare pussy, but my active imagination played that
tape over and over, seeing the pussy hair and her
little-girl slit slowly open, the lips swelling and moist.
With my nose close to the odor of her “private place,” I
smelled the heady scent of her sex. I beat off every day,
often twice, trying to think of a way that I could get Jean
to play with me.
She’d become increasingly aware of my voyeuristic play
over the weeks and pretended indignation when I tried to
look up her dress, but I sensed her stance was more pro
forma than real. Else why did she sit so carelessly when I
was around? Why did she bend over in front of me so often
the tight crotch of her shorts pulled up into the crack of
her ass and then ask me some nonsense question that I might
look her way? She sure didn’t act that way when mom was
around.
Still, I knew her “rules”– the rules of our
household– don’t talk about it. We could play the game and
pretend we weren’t doing anything, but we couldn’t openly
acknowledge it. She might sit carelessly, reading a book,
and I might sit on the floor in front of her,
surreptitiously watching the junction of her thighs and
catching a peek of her panties…but I couldn’t openly let
her know I was doing this. That angered her — me drawing attention to my interest in looking up her dress. It was
part of this teenaged seduction, part of our forbidden
incestuous play…pretend it isn’t really happening.
Much later, Jean was to tell me that she knew exactly
what she was doing and what I was doing. She was very
aware, very excited and more, thrilled and scared at the
same time. She wanted to escalate the game herself, but it
just had to be in a way she could square with her
hypertrophied sense of morality…it just isn’t so if you
don’t admit it.
So, if we couldn’t openly own up to our kinks, we could
beat around the bush (as it were) and teasingly approach our
horniness. At that time, I didn’t know that Jean wanted to
play as much as I did. I thought the burden of seduction,
of guile, was mostly upon me. And, functionally, most of it
was. Like so many boys, I thought I was the only one who
was this sick. I was the only one who hung around the
bathroom door or sniffed their sister’s underwear and then
had wet dreams about it. Cripes!
Clearly, I needed a plan. I just couldn’t wait around
forever. I suppose I had the typical teenager’s impaired
tolerance for delayed gratification. I needed something
more direct, less subtle… something to address the topic
in a frontal fashion, yet maintain the denial. Her
underpants were the key to this, I thought. She knew, I
suspected, that I played with them in the bathroom, but the
secrecy of my masturbation habits didn’t allow the
eye-to-eye confrontation I wanted. Time to crank up the
intimacy rheostat. I’ll somehow use her panties as a tool of
seduction.
Think about it for a moment. Panties. They’ve
*always* carried a charge. girls giggle about them and boys have an unflagging interest in them. They’re secret.
They’re naughty. And they’re sexy as all get out. They’re
worn right next to “that place.” They get “dirty” with . .
. you know, those things kids don’t talk about
easily…pee… pussy juice…skid marks. My sister Jean
*knew * of my horny fascination with her undergarments, both
on her as well as in the dirty-clothes hamper, so they’d be
a natural, I reasoned. Further, it wouldn’t be too far out
— not like just out-and-out grabbing her as I’d really
like — and I could retreat if she was really offended. (I
was limited in the cojones department as a kid, that’s
clear.) Thus, my need for an oblique scheme.
Now, back to the soiled panties: Spreading the crotch
of her white cotton underpants over the palm of my left hand
and examining them obliquely to the light, I asked, “Is this
a spot of pee I see? Did you pee in your panties, Jean?
Did you have a little accident, big sister? Did you…”
Whop! Something hit me in the face. She’d thrown the
first thing that fell to her hand, thrown and hit me right
in the face, with — you guessed it — another pair of her
panties!
Pulling them from my face as I staggered back in a
theatrical fashion, I looked at them. These were pink rayon
with lace around the top and the legs. “Oh, do you want me
to do a crotch check on these as well?”
She went ballistic. “You rat. You stinking, little
rat. You’re sick. You’re a twisted little shit of a brother and I wish you’d fall into the toilet and be washed out to
the dump and I’d never see you again and I’d get your room
and I wouldn’t have to wait forever for the bathroom while
you…” Red-faced and sputtering, she leaned across the
folding table to grab her panties from me. Her shirt front
fell away.
As part of her Saturday, stay-at-home,
no-one-will-see-me uniform, she was wearing one of my old,
baggy and stretched, sweat shirts. Perhaps because we were
doing the wash, and it was a Saturday when no one was
around, she’d not worn a bra. I could see her tits! Down
the gaping front of that sweat shirt, I could see all of her
tits and her front, right down to her belly button. Her
breasts were medium-sized and her nipples were large and
erect. I can see them in my mind’s eye yet today. Bending
over the table, her arm outstretched, blushing and angry,
her white breasts swayed. At that moment, they weren’t the
breasts of a young, teenaged girl; they were the breasts of
a sexual woman and I wanted to touch them! There was
silence. I don’t know how long it lasted…seemed like long
minutes. Jean, looking into my eyes, angry, hurt, confused
and yes, aroused. I’m holding her panties and looking down
her shirt, mesmerized by her breasts, by her nipples. I
stared. I stared and didn’t say anything.
I was acutely aware of my cock. It was hard. Hard and
pressing into the edge of the table, bent in my pants and
hurting a little. Unbidden, my hips pushed into the table
harder, pushing my hard-on sideways, the tip of my dick
suddenly springing up toward my belt. Now I was
unconsciously dry humping the damn table, holding Jean’s
panties and staring at her tits. Nothing subtle here. I was
trying to fuck the damn changing table and couldn’t stop.
Didn’t want to stop.
Following my eyes, Jean looked down and saw her own
breasts, fully exposed. With a sudden inrush of breath, she
slapped her hand over her shirt, closing the top. At the
same moment, I extended my hand to her with her panties, as
if to give them up. Falling for that, she reached for them,
pulling her hand away and the shirt fell open again. And
again, I could plainly see her bare boobs with their very
prominent, eraser nipples.
Still grinding my cock against the hard table edge and
watching her breasts sway as she stretched farther to get
her panties, I pulled back a little, just out of her reach.
And again, time was frozen. Her breasts, now pink in the
wave of her blooming embarrassment, were there in front of
me, one slightly flattened against the table by her chest as
she leaned across, the other swaying free, the nipple
prominently erect. I humped still and she looked. Just
looked and looked. The only sound was our breathing. Both
of us, I think, were mesmerized by the erotic charge of what
was happening, and we didn’t even really know *what* was
happening.
My world narrowed. Through slitted eyes I could see
only her breast. As down a tunnel, her voice came to me in a
hoarse whisper, “Billy, you’re doin’ it, aren’t you…you’re
doin’ it and you’re gonna come, huh?”
I heard her but I didn’t. It was too late. I was gone
and it never occurred to me to even attempt to slow this
runaway avalanche of feeling. It began somewhere deep
inside, gathering force and rumbled up and a core of heat
poured out my cock in near-painful pulses, once, twice, a
third and then a fourth spurt. I came, spurting jet after
jet inside my Jockeys and the jism pooled and ran back down
the shaft of my cock, the warmth of my come bathing my dick
down to the root.
The roaring in my ears quieted. Dimly I heard the hum
of the refrigerator and then a car passing on the street.
Then my own breath, gasping. Opening my eyes I saw Jean.
She hadn’t moved. Her eyes were wide open in astonishment,
her mouth slack. I could see her tongue behind her lower
teeth and still, her nipple, now almost purple against the
white background of her belly.
Caught in the terrible intensity of this unplanned
erotic high, we stood watching each other for a long minute.
Embarrassment began to flood my feelings. What had I done?
How had this happened? I never planned this. What would
Jean think? Worse, what would she tell mom and Dad, or her
girl friends? Suddenly, I was no longer horny. I was
scared shitless!
I looked away and then, as if it had broken a spell,
Jean spun away, muttering, “Ho-ly shit!” I stood there
alone with her panties in my hand, still pressed up against
the table, my cock wilting. Was I in for it?
My mind raced. Well I might be ‘in for it,’ but what’s
done is done, I reasoned. I’m not going to turn back now.
It’d be hard to make it much worse and she just *might* be
turned on too, I reasoned. Gaining some shred of self
confidence, I decided to press any advantage I might have.
For some obscure reason, I decided that it was unlikely
she’d tell on me. For one, she’d be too embarrassed. And
for two, I thought she just might be a little excited
herself.
Knowing she’d want to be “offended” for a little while,
I gave her space and just smiled when she tried to brush me
off. While she was a little bigger than me (then), with the
instinctual certainty of the horny hunter, I knew she wasn’t
as sure of herself and that she needed to be chased, to be
talked into being naughty. Well, I was just the guy.

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Family Ties (4)

I don’t know how long this saga will continue. It was supposed to end until I thought this part up.
Enjoy it while it lasts!
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Steve ran his hands up and down his sisters ass as she laid on top of him.
These two looked hott just standing together. Watching Steves cock slowly slip out of his sisters slit…now that was out of this world.
“We gonna party tonight, boys?” Steph asked as she sat up and ran her hands over her brothers toned chest.
“All the beer’s gone.” Steve said.
“No way!” Steph raised her voice.
“Well, hell, we could have saved all of it if you’da just fuckin’ told me you were only pretending to be drunk.” Steve said, flashing a toothy smile.
“Oh you mean like this? ‘Oh Steve…I’m so horny. Please put your cock in my mouth while I’m “asleep”‘.” Steph joked.
Steve reached up and pinched her nipple.
“Yeah. Just like that.” he said.
I stood up and started walking to Steves room.
“Where you goin’? Our party just started!” Steve shouted.
“You guys wore me out. I’m gonna put some shorts on.” I said.
“Stevie…” Steph started, making a puppy face. “I really want some alcohol for tonight.”
“Well, Steph…that depends.” Steve said.
“On what?” Steph asked.
“If I get some, you gonna fuck me like this again?” He asked.
“Alcohol or no alcohol, big brother, we’re gonna fuck like this.” Steph said.
She gave a smile to match her brothers and they kissed.
“Alright, babe.” Steve said. “Big brother to the rescue. I’ll be back later. I’ll go meet some friends and get one of them to buy some booze for tonight.”
Steph grinned and got up off of her brother. Steve stood and walked into his room with me. He shut his door.
“Dude. This is the greatest thing ever.” he said. I understood.
“I know, man…I know.” I said.
“I just want you to know there’s no jealousy. You can go and fuck Steph good whenever you want to while you’re here. You’ve only got a week. I’ve got until whenever she decides to stop.” He said.
“How long you think it’ll last?” I asked.
“I dunno. I hope it’s just the beginning of a long, long time.” he said.
Steve reached down and picked up some shorts and a tank top.
“Alright, dude. I’ll be back later.” he said.
“Alright. I’ll see ya.” I said.
Steve grabbed his car keys and headed out his door, up the steps and out of the house. I liked Steve a lot, but the sound of the screen door slamming made me smile. Now it was just me and Steph.
I laid down on Steves bed, neglecting to put my shorts on. The entire reason I came into the room in the first place.
I thought back to how just a few minutes ago I was pumping my cock in and out of Stephs ass.
My cock started to grow and I decided to bust a nut right there on Steves bed. He wouldn’t care. We’d done so much more on these sheets.
I laid there pumping, door wide open, nothing to fear. I was getting into it pretty good when Steph walked in.
“Hey, mister. Put that thing away!” She said.
“Why should I? It’s your fault.” I said.
“Because I’ll need it later!” she said. Steph was wearing a black bathing suit. “Guess where we’re going.”
“Hm. I have no idea.” I said, sarcastically.
“Come on. Lets go swim!” she said.
“I can’t with this thing.” I said, pointing at my stiff cock.
“Ugh. Boys…” Steph said rolling her eyes.
She made her way to the bed and got on all fours, facing me. She leaned down and ran her tongue across the tip of my cock. She stared into my eyes.
Her hand grasped my shaft and she pumped with an up, down, side to side motion. She engulfed my cock and started sucking.
After a few minutes, I was close. I felt my balls tug…I was about to…
Steph pulled her mouth off and stood up. She grinned at me.
“Oh my God.” I said. She’d quit too soon! I didn’t cum!
“Ha. Now let’s go swimming.” She said.
What a tease. My balls were throbbing. I wanted…I needed her so badly.
Steph threw me some shorts. I slipped them on and grabbed some towels. I followed her out of the room, my cock pointing straight at her ass.
We walked outside. Like a good smack to the face, the heat hit us hard. We made our way to the woods and got on the trail. Steph grabbed my hand.
“So…you like it here?” she asked.
“I love it here, Steph.” I said.
“Good. We’ve liked having you here. A lot.” she said with a smile.
“I can honestly say this wasn’t what I expected.” I said.
Steph squeezed my hand tighter and we walked on. I kept looking behind her. Her ass had a bounce to it with every step. It was so tight inside of those bikini bottoms.
“Like what you see?” She asked, giggling.
“Love it.” I said.
“So you and Steve…” she said. “You guys getting along ok?”
“Uh…yeah. Great.” I said.
“That’s what I thought.” she said.
What did she mean?
“I’m not gonna lie, Steve was everything I expected.” She said.
“Well, I’m glad you two are happy.” I replied.
There was a moment of silence.
“I can’t believe you fucked my ass.” she said. It made me laugh.
“Well, I found out it’s not so bad.” I said, remembering fucking Steve the previous night.
“Yeah. I think you’ve done it before. God knows Steve has.” She said.
“Oh really? I didn’t know Steve got around so much.” I said.
“Oh yeah. Not just with girls though. I know Steve is bisexual.” She said.
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’ve watched him a few times. He’ll bring one of his friends over and they just go into his room and have at it.” She said. “Didn’t you notice how well he sucked you?”
“I just thought maybe he had a good teacher.” I said, smacking her on the ass.
“You didn’t look too bad, either.” She said. “You know, when I made you two suck each other. How’d you like that?”
“I don’t think it’s that bad. But that wasn’t my first time.” I said.
“Really?” She asked.
“Yeah…wanna know the truth?” I asked.
Steph nodded.
“Right before I fucked you the first time, Steve and I sucked each other off.” I said.
“How come?” She asked.
“You. We were both so damn horny. We tried jacking off, jacking each other off…everything. That’s just what worked.” I said.
“Oh. Did he cum in your mouth? Did you cum in his?” She asked, interested.
“Yes and yes.” I said.
“So is that the only thing you’ve ever done with a guy?” she asked.
“Well…more truth. Last night…Steve and I…kinda fucked each other.” I said.
“Oh my God! Why?” she asked.
“Cause I told Steve about me and you. He wanted to fuck. I felt like I owed him one. And I kinda wanted to try it.” I said.
“Did you like it?” She asked.
“It wasn’t bad.” I said, honestly.
“So. Looks like we’ve all fucked each other. haha! So which sibling do you prefer?” She asked.
“Well…I can’t suck your cock. But I can’t fuck Steves pussy.” I said. “I like you both.”
Steph smiled and we made our way to the pond.
Steph got in first and walked out until the water was just under her tits, making it look like they were floating on water.
“Come on, Bret. I’m lonely!” she said.
I walked into the water. It felt great against the heat of my body. I waded out to Steph and she shoved some water in my direction.
“You look beautiful.” I said.
“Awww…Bret!” She said. She came in close and I planted a kiss on her.
“I’m gonna miss you so much.” She said.
She wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest. I was gonna miss her too. But we still had plenty of time for goodbyes.
There was no hiding it. My cock was growing against her body.
“Looks like I started something I should finish, huh?” She asked.
“Up to you.” I said.
With that, Steph eased back and fidgeted under the water. She brought her hands back up, clutching her bikini bottoms. She wadded them up and tossed them by the towels on the bank.
“Take ’em off.” She instructed. Who was I to argue?
I undid the tie on my shorts and pulled them down. My cock sprang to life.
Underwater, Steph had a frim grasp on my aching cock. She brought her left leg up to my waist and I grabbed it. She pulled me in closer and we were connected. I was inside of Steph. She brought her right leg up and we were off.
I eased my hands down and supported her ass. How I loved that ass. Steph wasn’t heavy on her bed…or on the couch…but she was totally weightless in the water.
I lifted her up and down slowly the first few times.
“Come on, Bret. I wanna get done before Steve gets back and wants a turn.” She said.
I quickened my pace. I lifted her up, brought my hips back, shoved her down, and slammed my hips forward.
“That’s better.” she said.
My grip tightened on Stephs ass. With the surrounding water, Steph was gliding up and down my shaft like a machine. I had to admit, my cock was made for this pussy.
I released Stephs legs and turned her around. I grabbed her hips and started slamming into her from behind. I was pounding hard. I can’t imagine what it would have felt like without the resistance from the pond water.
I had an idea. I’d pull my dick all the way out, move a floor up, and fuck her ass again. She didn’t complain the first time. Here it goes.
I slipped out quick, pushed my hips up and penetrated her ass.
“I was waiting for that…” Steph said.
Great! She liked it!
I slid my hand down and inserted my middle finger into her pussy. It was like having another threesome without Steve even being there.
I moved my finger around in search of her clit. Bingo! With my hard cock ramming her ass, my finger began it’s assault.
Steph began to moan. That was it. Game over.
I pounded with all my power a few more times.
“I’m cumming!” I said.
My swollen cock spurt boiling cum into the ass of my younger cousin, Steph.
My finger, working diligantly, paid off.
“Oh shit!” Steph shouted.
Her pussy clamped onto my finger. She was there.
I pumped Stephs ass a few more times and pulled out.
“Oh, you’re good, mister.” she said as she turned to face me.
“It’s all you, Steph.” I said.
Steph smiled at the compliment and kissed me.
I pulled her close and put a hand on her back, using the other to snatch her legs up. I walked to the bank and carried Steph to the towels. I let her down.
My cock, slowly deflating, swayed in the wind.
“Fuck this.” Steph said as she removed her top.
Steph got down onto the towel and laid down. I joined her on my towel beside her.
We laid there naked, staring into each others eyes. I ran my hand down her arm.
She reached out and took my mostly flaccid cock into her hand.
Slowly, my cock started twitching back to life…

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Kallen’s lust chapter 2

(A/N: So let’s get right into the next chapter. This part takes place before the wedding of Empress Tianzi. You know, the whole incident with Kallen and Lelouch talking and Kallen accidentally crashing on top of them before they’re both interrupted by C.C about the stupidest of things, before Kaguya interrupts them with something a little more important. That’s pretty much the timing for this. Enjoy).
Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass
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Code Geass R2 episode 7
Kallen’s pov
With Nunally’s announcement of the revival of the SAZ the first thing I did was call Lelouch, but the connection failed before I could connect through and every subsequent call it said the number was out of service. Determined to speak with him. I went to go find him, and I knew exactly where he’d be. And that’s exactly where I found him. The Shinjuku Ghetto, where he first masqueraded as Zero. A lot’s happened since then. The fact that Lelouch is Zero used to bother me, but it doesn’t anymore. They’re just two sides of the same coin really. The fact that Lelouch is Zero means that there is good in him and he’s not just an apathetic jerk. I’ve finally come to terms with it, and so I had planned to seek out and tell him what he meant to me.
“I figured you’d come here,” I told him. “This is where Zero…where you started everything.” He turned to look at me. I walked towards him, “Lelouch I want to tell you something. I…” I took a half a step back when I noticed what he was about to inject into his left arm and gasped. “That’s…”
“Refrain,” he said depressingly. “You’re familiar with it aren’t you? Brings back memories of the good old days.”
NO! We’re down, but we’re not out. He can’t just give up. Zero…Lelouch…my hero just can’t give up. I stomped towards him and wrenched the drug out of his hand, “Don’t joke like that!” I grabbed the injector and threw it on the ground. “So what if you failed this time?” I asked. “Can’t you just think of another one of your plans and bounce us back? Just give me an order! Should I pilot my Knightmare? Or maybe play decoy? I’ll do whatever you want me to do!” I pleaded. And I really would do just about anything. I didn’t want Lelouch to be like this. We needed him to be strong. Why couldn’t he just act like the hero I know he can be?
“Then…comfort me,” he told me.
Comfort him? I took a half a step back. I…I wasn’t prepared for that order, but I…I didn’t want to object to it either. I…I could easily give him morale support.
Lelouch stood up and walked towards me. “That’s something women can do right?” he lifted my chin to look towards him.
Is his mind really set on…that? I wondered. He started to draw his lips towards mine. I…I can do this, but…this is all wrong. No! It’s not supposed to be like this. I’m not just going to be an outlet to medicate him. I slapped him across the face. “Snap out of it Lelouch! You’re Zero right now! You carry the responsibility for showing us a dream! You need to keep that dream alive for us until the very end!” A tear started to roll down my face. “We need you to be Zero with all your heart.” Of course I needed it more. “Play your role like you mean it!” I ran away fighting back tears until I had to stop to catch my breath. I looked back to where Lelouch was. I’m sorry, Lelouch, but I’m not your toy. Not unless you really act like you love me…like a hero loves his heroine…only then will I allow you to take me.
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Episode 9
Lelouch and I were at the observation deck in our granted area of land, as the Japanese, by the Chinese Federation. The windows were closed to prevent anyone from seeing in. We were doing some tech work while we discussed our next move. I was standing on the desk, fiddling with a fuse box attached to the ceiling, while Lelouch worked down beneath the desk.
“Do you really want to take over the Chinese Federation’s capital?” I asked him.
“In such a way that we won’t be viewed as invaders,” Lelouch told me, “If we overthrow Luo Yang then we clear one of the conditions for defeating Britannia. I smiled at how back to his old self Lelouch was acting. I liked him when he was acting like he was some big shot hero and a master strategist. It gave me goosebumps. This was the side of Lelouch I admired. “What’s the matter?” his voice startled me and I tripped over the box I was standing on and crashed on top of him. Our faces were inches from each other, our lips so close to touching. My heart beat rapidly.
I pushed up so that my elbows weren’t bent, “Tell me something Lelouch. Why did you come back to us?” He really didn’t have to. The black knights continued for an entire year without him and they could continue even without him. So what made him decide to return?
He dodged the question and said, “Kallen, when this is all over, will you return to Ashford Academy with me? Cause I…”
“Tabasco.” Both Lelouch and I turned our heads to see C.C sitting across the room eating Pizza. “It needs Tabasco, but all we have is hot sesame oil. What should I do?”
She completely ruined the moment. I hated her. Why did she always do that? Before the situation continued any farther though the intercom beeped and Kaguya shouted, “Master Zero hurry! Come to the Ikagura immediately! We’ve got big trouble.” At least something important was interrupting us than a minor issue with Pizza.
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That evening
Entering the banquet with Lelouch, as Zero, in tow may not have been the best idea, but at least it let Britannia know we were onto them. I was shocked when Nina tried to attack and kill Lelouch. She was held back, but it just emphasized the point that our presence would not be welcome at the wedding. I told Lelouch we should’ve made our only appearance then, but he said it was necessary that we showed up that day, as per part of the plan. I tried to get some shut eye before the big event tomorrow, since Lelouch was going to rouse everybody early the next morning and announce our battle plan, but I couldn’t sleep, and it wasn’t just because I was too excited about tomorrow. Battle always made me nervous. I never knew if I was going to make it to the next day or not.
What was bothering me is that I needed to talk to Lelouch. I needed to talk to him about our relationship, and I needed to do it now. I went to his room and knocked. “Zero,” I asked, just in case anyone in the hall heard me call him by his real name if I had said it. There was no response anyway. “Are you asleep? I don’t mean to wake you, but…I want to talk to you. I know I should get some sleep before the big event tomorrow, but there’s just something I need to talk to you about.” No answer still. The first thing to cross my mind was that he was probably busy screwing C.C most likely. The two of them were like a regular pair of lovers. And now I was angry.
I huffed and began to storm off, jealous thoughts and plans to take that bitch out of the picture crossed my mind.
“Kallen,” I turned around. Lelouch, well rather Zero, was skulking about the hallways of the Ikaruga, or so it seemed.
“Sorry,” I turned around, “I couldn’t sleep.” I told him.
“You should try to anyway, tomorrow’s a big day.” I confirmed that he couldn’t have been in his room then.
I noticed he was starting to walk away. “Ah wait a minute,” I called out. He stopped. “Could we talk, one on one?”
“Aren’t we doing that right now?” he asked turning back around about halfway.
“I want to talk privately…it’s important,” I swallowed and then added, nervously, “Can we go to your room…please?”
“I suppose,” he said. I followed him to his room and he removed his mask and cape and hung it up neatly. He sat down on the couch. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Lelouch…you didn’t answer my question earlier. Why did you come back to us?” I asked.
“Because that’s where you are Kallen,” Lelouch told me.
“Lelouch?” I gasped, blushing slightly.
“I’m sorry if I was making you feel uncomfortable the other day, but I…Kallen I just…” he was trying to apologize now…how sweet.
I smiled and walked towards him until I could reach out and pull him towards me if I wanted. “No…it’s ok…Lelouch I…” Yes…this is it…this…is how it it’s supposed to go. My hand found Lelouch’s and they joined with each other, our fingers filling in the spaces between the others. I close my eyes. Our lips connect. I tried to fight for dominance, but he completely defeated me when he drove his tongue into my mouth and pinned mine down gliding his across it as if he was stroking it. I felt his other hand behind my head. I could feel myself feeling short of breath and pulled away. I looked at him with pursed lips and soft eyes. “May I ask a request of you?” I asked him putting my arms around the back of his neck.
“What is it?” he asked me.
“The other day you asked me to comfort you. Lelouch…I’ve wanted to do it, even before I knew Zero was you.” I ran my hand through his hair. “Before I knew that I always wanted to be the one you looked to for support, but how you were acting…it wasn’t like I had imagined.”
The smirk on his face seemed like he was getting into the idea. As if he was interested in playing out my fantasy, “How did you imagine it then?” he asked.
“Just be you, treat me as though you are truly gifted to have me,” I told him.
Lelouch put his hand above my chest, “I already do think of you like that Kallen,” his eyes were soft. He wasn’t acting. He meant that.
“Th-then…just take me,” I told him. I ran my other hand up and down his chest. “Be like the hero I know you are and make love to me.”
He smirked deviously, “Maybe I should punish you like you’ve been a bad subordinate for disobeying orders.”
“Now have I ever disobeyed your orders?” I asked flirtatiously, getting into this.
“Right now,” he said and reached for my zipper, “You’re not getting undressed fast enough.” He pulled it down part way.
“Hey!” I pulled back away from him. “That’s cheap.” I reached for his shirt, but he grabbed my hand. “You’ve been a bad girl Kallen,” he acted, “Let me show you how I treat female subordinates who step out of line.”
“You think you’ll break me,” I chuckled with a smile.
“Of course I can,” he said reaching into my uniform and squeezed my breast hard, causing me to yelp. “I can do whatever I want to you, I’m the boss.”
“You think I’ll let you get away with this. Isn’t this sexual harassment?” I acted.
“Who are you going to tell?” he smirked, “I’m the one in charge and there’s no policies in the Black Knights about stuff like this.”
“You’re cruel,” I said lustfully.
“I am,” he agreed.
We kissed as he rotated my breast and wrapped his other hand around my back, “Kallen I…”
There was a knock at the door. Of all the lousy ti…
“Who is it?” Lelouch called.
It was Tamaki, “Oh good it sounds like you’re still up.”
“I’m in the middle of something Tamaki and after that I’m going to bed, can this wait until tomorrow?” Lelouch asked.
There was a pause, possibly for Tamaki sighing or growling behind the door, “I suppose so.”
“Get some rest!” Lelouch called out.
“Well that was lousy timing,” I huffed, “We always seem to get interrupted.
Lelouch leaned me back and lunged over me a little more, “Does it matter?” Lelouch growled like a hungry animal, “We can continue now at least.” He licked the side of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine and then sucked on it.
“Ah! Lelouch that’s…” I squealed.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, playing with my breast again, causing me to have to twist my legs because of how it felt. “Don’t you like how that feels?”
“I…I do, b-but…”
“Not only are you bad, you’re also dirty. I never would’ve guessed.” He put his arm behind my neck and trailed his hand down from my breast down towards my crotch. He stroked a single finger up the spot around my most sensitive area.
“Ah…Lelouch,” I could feel myself starting to become wet, “D-don’t…th-that’s…” I couldn’t talk and just gasped in a high pitch, balling my fist and bringing it up near my mouth. “S-stop.” He moved his hand. “No, don’t I…”
“Do you want me to do this or not? Make up your mind,” Lelouch said to me.
“I want it,” I muttered, averting his gaze.
“Sorry didn’t catch that,” Lelouch said.
“I want it,” I said it a little bit louder, blushing.
“Still can’t hear you,” he taunted.
“I want it!” I cried out.
Lelouch brought his hand back to wear it was and stroked up and down my sensitive area. I moaned in orgasmic glee. He then started poking his finger as though he was trying to create a hole in my uniform. “Stop teasing me,” I told him.
Lelouch wrapped his arm all the way around my back and grabbed my chest with his free hand. “Overstepping your boundaries now are we? Looks like I’ll have to increase your punishment.” Lelouch dragged the top of my uniform all the way off. And then twirled me around and pinned me to the bed, holding onto my arms. He removed my pants and my panties, throwing them to the ground. “Now stay there like a good girl.” He told me and then went and removed his pants and everything else and then leaned back on top of me, pressing a firm hand in between my chest.
“Punish me, Lelouch,” I moaned.
“With pleasure,” he said. He hovered over me. I turned my head to the side waiting for the moment of no return.
Lelouch broke out of the character he had set up, “Something the matter Kallen?”
“This is my first time,” I said bringing my middle knuckle up towards my mouth, almost biting down on it.
“You think it’s any different for me?” He asked.
I sat up, also breaking out of character, “What?” This was a surprise.
Lelouch sat down next to me. Both of us had exited the scenario completely, “What you thought I was some awesome player or something?”
“Well you come across as an apathetic jerk to the Student Body, and you know what they say ‘girls love bad boys’, I thought possibly with at least one of them. I thought maybe Shirley without a doubt…”
“No,” he said sternly, “I never did it with Shirley…I blew my chance,” he looked away, like he was recalling a painful memory. His head shook slightly from side to side and then he looked back at me. “But that doesn’t matter I have you…don’t I?”
“Yes,” I said softly, with a smile, grabbing him around the neck and pulling him down on top of me, “you do. Now, shall we resume?”
“Yeah,” Lelouch said, now prepared to enter me, “Let’s.” We resumed our scenario. “And now I’m going to punish you for your disobedience Kallen.” He entered into me and popped my cherry. It hurt at first, but the pain subsided and the fantasy I had long since had, started to become a reality. Unfortunately there was suddenly another knock at the door. I growled under my breath.
“Who is it? I’m kind of busy in here.”
Of all people it was C.C, “Lelouch, why is the door locked?”
“I’m doing something really important and I can’t be disturbed,” He answered.
“Well where am I supposed to sleep? Don’t we usually share our room?” she asked.
They share a room and he never screwed her once? I thought. That was something to ask about before we continued.
“There’s probably an empty room somewhere, use the cockpit of one of the Knightmares if you need it,” Lelouch told her.
“Very well,” she finally went away.
“Just how many times are we going to be interrupted?” Lelouch sighed. “Anyway, let’s…”
I was going to ask about him and C.C before we moved on, “Hold up, you’re telling me you and C.C share a room and you never screwed her once?”
“Well…no. Why would I want to anyway? She gets on my nerves half the time,” Lelouch said. “Maybe if she was a little more honest or upfront about what she wanted out of me then maybe, but you know what they say, the early bird catches the worm.” He smirked.
“Was that meant to be sexual?” I asked.
“Maybe,” he said and then started to screw me, pinning my arms down at my sides. “Now then, this is what I do to those who are disloyal, got it Kallen?”
“Yes, I understand…I’m sorry,” I pretended to apologize. My boobs bounced as Lelouch thrust in and out of me.
“Are you sorry, you seem to be enjoying this,” Lelouch smirked.
“I am, I enjoy you being in me. Punish me,” I gasped, “Punish meeeeeee.”
Lelouch picked up his speed and really laid into me. I grunted and moaned in pleasure. He eventually withdrew, turned me over and entered into me from behind, hands on my hips. I grabbed the bedpost as Lelouch fucked me from behind. “Ohhhhh…ahhhh…uhhhh…” I moaned. It felt so good. Lelouch reached underneath me and grabbed my tits.
“Have you learned your lesson Kallen?” he asked, his hot breath, breathing into my ear.
“Y-yes,” I moaned, “b-but…I like this…I l-like this.” We continued to fuck until I could feel my entire body start to tingle all over I was getting close to climaxing. Lelouch sat on his knees and pulled me on top of him, pumping into me from behind, playing with my boobs. I was so close to reaching my limit. I became more vocal as I got closer and closer to reaching my peak. “I…I’m about to…I’m about to come.”
“Come Kallen,” Lelouch told me. “I order you to come.”
I continued to moan and grunt and squeal until I couldn’t hold back any more. “I’m coming!” I declared and shook and trembled and let my fluids drip out of me as I felt Lelouch do the same, releasing inside of me. I fell forward. Lelouch lowered me down gently. I panted as I came down from my high.
Lelouch stroked my back as he lay down next to me. “That was amazing,” he told me, smiling at me.
“It really was,” I agreed and then pushed up off my back and went to get my clothes.
“Where are you going?” Lelouch asked me.’
“Back to my room. What will the others think if it’s released that I slept with you?” I asked him back.
“No one has to know,” Lelouch came over and hugged me from behind, burying his head into the side of my neck, “This’ll be our little secret.”
“But what about C.C?” I asked.
“I think she gets the picture that this room is off limits till morning,” Lelouch told me.
“What if you’re wrong?” I asked.
“Well the door’s locked, and even if she does find out it’s not like she’ll tell anyone,” Lelouch assured me. “Now come on, it’s all right.”
“I don’t know,” I looked down at the ground.
“Don’t make me give you a direct order now,” he nuzzled.
“Oh fine, what the heck,” I agreed.
“Excellent,” he let go of me and we lay down together, facing each other. Lelouch grabbed a remote control and shut off the lights.
“Goodnight Kallen,” Lelouch said to me.
“Goodnight…Lelouch,” I said. We snuggled down, and fell asleep.

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