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History records that a certain celebrated eighteenth century inventor and engineer was an only child. However, recent cataloging of previously unseen family documents has unearthed a hitherto unknown diary of one who appears to be his younger sister. Though written in a complex secret cypher, I have successfully de-coded several tracts, the most illuminating of which appears below.

January 14th, 1784

After turning down the oil lamps, I trod carefully across my makeshift workshop, eager anticipation beating in my breast, brass turnings skitterIng across the bare blackened boards. The wait had been torturous, yet the moment fast approached. Though my attic room is sufficiently distant from the house's busy centre, I had postponed the trial till now, held back testing my apparatus till I could be certain I had total solitude. The coldness, dankness, and darkness of a midwinter's Sunday evening should form no deterrent for a devout household such as this, and so it transpired: without exception, and as usual, the entire household - family and servants alike - were attending the kirk. Unexceptionally, and as usual, I was left alone.

By the flickering light, the mechanism gleamed a pale ghostly yellow. Though simple enough in its construction and design, each part was painstakingly wrought, accurate beyond measure, an apposite reflection of my family's scientific and engineering renown. If only my brother could have seen it! I fancied I could hear the excitement fizzing, bubbling in his throat, threatening to burst through his famous hushed brogue even as he gazed in wonder. 'Oh, Jane! What a marvel you have created!' Yet he would surely never utter those words and thus must never see it. Never even know of it. The shame would be more than I could stand, more than he could possibly bear, outstripping even the shame I already bring to our lineage.

James is a genius. His work with steam engines has brought him great fame and even greater fortune. Taking an inefficient, barely serviceable contraption as a starting point, he has revolutionised the mining industry, created a pumping engine of greater efficiency than anyone would have believed. They are instruments of incredible beauty, of almost God-like power. Meanwhile, he has reinvented himself, become refined and upright, a man who can step into the loftiest social circles and be amongst equals. The love I feel for him is barely believable; a passion almost beyond decency.

I, on the other hand, though blessed with a mind as quick, insightful and malleable as his, am disfigured, twisted, a creature unfit to be seen. Though shown a degree of kindness and patience by my God-fearing parents, I have been locked away from humanity, hidden in this cold corner of their otherwise welcoming home, an oddity, an embarrassment. Invisible. Unwanted. Unloved. To keep me quiet, unobtrusively occupied, they allow me books, tools, materials, indeed almost all I desire, though the thing I desire the most they would never allow me. A man. I want a man. A man to love me, care for me, to come to me in the night and bare me, enter me, and make me his. Make me whole. My heart aches for it. My broken body yearns for it.

Gnarled fingers grasped the key and wound the spring. Hunched shoulders tightened. In the polished metal of the casing, my face - a study in deformation - glared back demonically, the physical effort twisting my mouth, baring my buckled teeth, my slobbering tongue. Bulging eyes completed the grotesque mask. In disgust, I turned away, screwed down my eyelids, while continuing to rhythmically empower the perfection I had created, transmuting ugliness into beauty, base chemical into pure mechanical. Well-oiled cogs turned and clicked. The massive coiled spring creaked its heightened disapproval. One more turn. Another. No! There is more! I rested. Breathed deeply. Stretched my aching limbs. I clutched the key once more. Sweaty fingers slipped. I dried them on my skirts and tried again. One more full turn. A half. A quarter. There. Ready. I staggered back, exhausted by the effort, excited yet daunted by the task ahead. Though naturally apprehensive, I was ready; for this moment I had waited my whole life.

Sitting astride the saddle, I pulled up my skirts then hooked my feet into the swinging stirrups. A moment's adjustment and I achieved a degree of comfort rarely afforded me in everyday life. I fitted the machine perfectly; the measurements, the constant alterations, had been worth every painstaking moment, every grief-ridden hour. I closed my eyes, allowed myself the rarest smile while running my calloused hands over the wonder I had manufactured. Though he would naturally and rightfully decry its blatantly obscene function, how James would surely enjoy its brilliant simplicity, its pantographical mimicry.

He rarely visits - the journey from Birmingham to this bleak Lowland city is both long and unpleasant - yet James writes weekly, sometimes twice weekly, and almost without fail. Problems that perplex him. Wonders that inspire him. He fills my monochrome existence with colour, my drab, draughty rooms with warmth and life.

Beloved sister

Within your uninterrupted (how I often envy you!) solitude, pray turn your clever mind and your skilled hand to this, my most pressing problem. As you know, the old Newcomen pumps use chains to transfer power via a rocking beam, but my new double-acting engines produce power on both the up and downstrokes, and thus a chain - being flexible on the reverse stroke - will no longer suffice. My conundrum is thus: to design a linkage to transfer power from piston to pump without causing sideways pressure on the piston. I know it can be done, though the solution currently avoids me, appears somewhat hazy and distant. Deadlines approach and potential investors grow apprehensive. As ever, I am in your hands, as you, dear Jane, are ever in my heart.

Love, as always,

James

Twin desires drove me throughout. A desire to please my loving brother, and a deeper, darker, preternatural desire to please myself. Individually, such appetites are incredibly powerful; together they are irresistible. I laboured long, slept little, till at last I surmounted it. And now I had mounted it. A modicum of amusement enhanced my satisfied smile. Poised between my frail legs was the answer to James' recently posed conundrum. Again I smiled, while stroking the taut, unyielding metal beast, its oiled and polished piston poised to pump pleasure into my tight fleshy cylinder. I tied up my dark hair, loosened my bodice, and tested the sweet, sticky fluids that oozed from between my thighs. Though already wet beyond necessity, I slapped on a handful of dripping fat - juice from the Sunday roast I'd found setting in the larder - in case trepidation or a sudden malfunction caused the flow of my own lubrication to cease.

I have not the power of steam at my disposal, have neither the room nor physical capacity to construct such a monster, and so, as always, I circumvented, thought laterally, turned the problem on its head. Rather than a steam-driven piston powering a pump via a rocking beam, my device works the opposite way, the force being applied in the opposite direction: my wound spring, via my newly-devised parallel linkage, operates a perfectly penetrating piston, and via a process I have christened 'parallel motion'. I love the sound of that. Parallel motion. It describes perfectly the contrary progress of the twin parallel shafts - the piston rod and pump rod - while echoing how we contrasting siblings live out our separate lives: he constantly in the light; I, along side him, entirely in shadow.

After the initial design stage, in an arrangement that better suited my particular machine's primary purpose, I then turned the problem on its side, so that rather than pumping perpendicular to the Earth as such machines are wont to do, it pumped parallel to it.

But for a chill wind rattling the eaves, the house was silent. I fancied the scurrying mice, the spinning spiders, the gnawing deathwatch beetles, each held their breath and waited with pregnant wonder before the commencement of my sterile coupling. The adjusting wheel turned smoothly, easily, the piston nudging unerringly forwards. Cold metal kissed my nether lips, nosed between the slippery folds. I gasped, clasped hand to mouth, as the rounded unforgiving plunger inched inside me. Legs shaking, I turned the wheel again, spinning the thread, tightening the screw, my shining icy lover melting into the dark heat of my molten core. The ratchet clicked. Clicked again. At last, he had no more to give me, and I was glad, for he filled me to bursting. He filled me to bursting in every way.

The lever fitted my reaching left palm perfectly. The moment was now. With trepidation, I gently released the brake, thus easing the honed clockwork into action. The balance rocked and whirred. The mainspring, fighting against meticulously machined and graduated gears, slowly began to unfurl. Cogs turned. The pump rod was carried backwards by the horizontal drive wheel, and towards the wall behind me. The beam rocked on its pivot. The piston shaft's movement paralleled, mimicked exactly and oppositely, the drive mechanism's machinations. Deep within my loins, the monster stirred; its withdrawal caused me not a small degree of discomfort, left a void, a gaping slurping void, that threatened to suck out my very womb. As the drive wheel continued its slow rotation, the pump shaft reached its apocheir and began its retrograde motion. Correspondingly, the slick piston again entered me, stretching my virgin flesh to the limits. Frenzied manual penetrations had long ago stymied my hymen, so there was no pain, no blood, just the indescribable satisfaction of my first third-party entry.

I allowed the cycle to be repeated, carefully and precisely, in and out, in and out, till I was certain the operation was flawless, before grasping the regulating lever and gradually increasing the tempo. Despite the cold of my lofty, lonely rooms, sweat was forming on my brow, dripping from my chin, and drizzling between my heaving breasts. Beads formed simultaneously in my hairline, tickling my neck before chilling the bent spine that separates my asymmetrical shoulder blades. At around two cycles per second, I felt my body relax, soften, become one with the rigid metal, and liquid pleasure began to pool within me. Using the name I had lovingly engraved onto him, I entreated him, beseeched him, silently at first, then whispered in urgent hoarse ejaculations.

'Love me, Hercules, make me yours. Take me! Do me,' and as my longing sublimated into unparalleled passion, so the pitch, amplitude and impropriety increased, 'Fuck me, Hercules! Shove it up me! Give me your cock, your fucking beautiful cock... Fill me with your love, your life!'

At that precise moment, I reached again for the regulating lever, intending to increase by mere degrees my pelvic pummelling, but my fingers, still greasy from the dripping, slipped and pushed it too far. In desperation, I grabbed again, yet my fingers could not gain sufficient purchase, succeeded instead to push the lever beyond my reach. The machine reacted in the only way it could, in the exact manner of its design. Wheels spun faster, the spring expanded, cogs meshed and almost silently reached the full extent of their potential. The beam bucked back and forth. The piston blurred. Frozen in horror, I looked on in morbid fascination, not daring to move lest I was torn apart by the monster I had created. Oh God! If they found me! Found me like this! Face fixed in a grotesque grin. Belly torn open. Blood-spattered breasts bared. Lifeless body stuffed full of lifeless metal. I clenched my jaw, tensed my muscles, and determined to outlast him, ride the storm till his prodigious ardour had fully unwound.

The monster whined, whirred, reached a crescendo. Floorboards vibrated. Tools juddered, bounced, leapt from their benches and clattered onto the naked boards. Dust fell from the vaulted ceiling. A loose tile slid across its still-clinging brothers. In my mind, I saw it leap the gutter, spin into space and shatter on the glistening cobbles below. Windows rattled. Like a gunshot, a pane broke. In disbelief, I carefully turned my head around in time to witness its sister's similar demise. Despite the chaos that surrounded me, I focussed all my waning energy on keeping myself exactly aligned, precisely positioned, the living part of a heinous mechanical hybrid, a diabolical creature built for a single obscene purpose.

And then it began. Somewhere between where his bulbous head punched my sorry cervix and where my erect clitoris poked rudely from my glistening folds. Pleasure. Pain. Ecstasy. Agony. Wonder. Dread. Perfection. Corruption. Like the ceaselessly shifting parallelogram at the centre of my incredible invention, emotions, sensations, transmuted, cycled, hid and showed themselves; yet, unlike my invention's regulated constancy, they fed back, intensified, expanded, abounded, till my ruined body could barely contain them.

A new sound filled the room. A cry. A wail. It was unearthly. Inhuman. It was unstoppable. Unbearable. Impossible. It was me. The sound was me. Besides the indescribable pleasure and the unimaginable pain, it appeared it was all that was left of me.

By degrees, I became aware once more of the room. The dust. The noise. The sweat. The clammy cold. And still Hercules effortlessly, relentlessly, penetrated my squelching, battered loins till again I drowned in blissful rapture. Over and over, the pleasure grew, blossomed and burst, blossomed and burst, till I was insensible, clinging to sanity, on the very edge of consciousness.

Through the tears that at some point had obscured my eyes, I saw him. Though I could barely make out his face, his posture was unmistakeable. His distraught voice only added to the certainty. His disbelief, his obvious disgust, quickly sobered me, shamed and mortified me. As the spring finally unfurled and the machine breathed it's last, I covered my sorry face.

'James! Don't look! Please! Don't look!'

I expected shouting, screaming, hurtful remonstrations, followed by a slamming door, yet none were forthcoming. Head bowed, he swiftly stepped forwards and snatched me from my lover's embrace, hugged me to his shaking frame and wept uncontrollably into my matted hair.

'Oh, Jane! Jane! I am sorry! So sorry...'

He kissed my forehead, grasped my chin and tried in vain to turn my face towards his. I resisted, though at his continued insistence I relented, yet still could not look him in the eye.

'Brother, brother, what must you think of me? What must you think? Forgive me, I beg of you!'

He stilled my lips with a flat fat finger and whispered so quietly I could barely hear him.

'No, dear sister, it is I who begs forgiveness.' My wide incredulous eyes demanded an explanation. He was immediately forthcoming. 'They lock you in here. Leave you here. Unwanted. Alone. Give you nothing, no more attention but what one would give to a dog, expecting nothing but your obedience... your silent acquiescence...'

More tears fell as I shook my head.

'But not you, James! Not you!'

By way of demonstration, I gazed around the room at his letters, his diagrams, pinned to the wall, the array of instruments, the materials, almost all of which he had provided me. His eyes followed mine till they fell with undeniable distaste upon my recently exhausted machine. My fucking machine, with its new-fangled linkage, the flexible parallelogram that ensured parallel motion to within one part in four thousand. Then his shrewd eyes widened with wonder. And his malleable mind began to whirr.

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Imogen and Ericas New Lives

Imogen and Erica's New Lives ? by: Serena Lawhead Warning: This story contains strong adult situations and graphic sex, so if you are under 18 or are offended by such material go and watch Barney. If however if you are above 18 years of age and are not offended by situations describe above read on :-). I apologise in advance for the last few chapters seeming rushed as I just wanted to finish this story so I could move on to my next. Chapter 1: Change Happens. Ian an...

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Three Square MealsChapter 120 Nine lives

Fleet Admiral Lynette Devereux walked along the bustling corridor, her security detachment clearing a path so that she could proceed uninterrupted. Despite the early hour, this area of Olympus shipyard was teeming with personnel, with many thousands of navy crewmen recalled from leave and ready to muster out to their ships. The officers amongst the men and women waiting in lines saluted respectfully, but Lynette walked by without acknowledging them. She didn’t intend it to be a slight,...

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The Mummy Lives

The Mummy Lives The Mummy Lives!Nancy Leigh shuffled her sneakers on the sidewalk as she moved slowly down the street, ignoring the obvious looks from the male students hurrying to a late class.? (She also ignored the jealous glares of the other coeds.)? The old MansfieldMansion was ahead on the left. She passed it two or three times a day, but she never paid it more than a glance.? She never had to.? The place was only a big old spooky house.It was the perfect setting for a sorority...

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Detroit Changes Our Lives

We had never been to Detroit before and always wanted to attend the Detroit Auto show. We being myself an up and coming car dealer from the Portland area and my wife Kelly who worked with me as the office manager for the dealership. So, after 10 years of trying to get away we finely we able to swing the expense and the time away from the dealership. Little did we know that this trip would completely change or lives. Kelly and I met at Business College and have not been apart since. She knocked...

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SRU Reversal Rings Switching Lives

This story was custom written for Eric and to his specifications as the prize for a story contest. SRU: Reversal Rings: Switching Lives By Morpheus It was mid-morning and the sun was out and clear, with only a faint breeze keeping the weather from becoming too warm. As it was, the lone woman climbing out of the limo thought that it was the perfect weather for a little shopping. Even without the limo, from the expensive clothes she was wearing and the way she carried herself, it...

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THE CREATURE WITHIN 24 AMAZONA LIVES

CHAPTER 24: AMAZONA LIVESWhen my vision and senses cleared, I was still in the hut. More interesting, my head and shoulders were still resting on the thighs of the woman behind me. This woman … if this contact persisted, I was going to have to learn to pronounce their names. I have been reluctant to try their names for fear of butchering the pronunciation and offending them. I think, whatever was being determined here, I was gaining more points than my clumsiness could damage.I looked up at her...

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The Cheetah Lives

Some comic characters mentioned in my stories could be the property of these respective comic book publishers, Marvel, DC, or Image. If they are being used, this a work of fictional parody. This story is a very long version of the short one I sent to Gunslinger a week and a half ago for his Sept 15 Challenge. I was hesitant to post it because of the way I've written it in the first person, meaning it is me, myself going thru the changes in the story. This makes it very personal in...

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An Unfortunate New Law Dads Help Changes Lives

Forward In a future in which the World Community Government (WCG) exists, the world has shifted to a socialistic society like the one in which Star Trek is set. People do what they love to do and what they’re suited to do - generally what they’re naturally good at. As with any society, there are square pegs that are shoved into round holes. Square pegs just don’t fit in, but they do their best to get by. Some people are only good at drinking, or gossiping, or fighting, or sex. There’s a name...

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The Omega TouchChapter 26 Happy Endings and New Lives

Over the rest of the week, life had completely transformed for Tricia, Annie, and Joey. Tricia and Joey recuperated quickly thanks to Snow Angel’s healing abilities and they both made complete recoveries. Tricia’s head and neck wounds were simple to heal, and she was out of the neck brace by the next day. Joey got his full-blood transfusion, but needed more work on his heart, lungs, and muscles. Dr. Booth worked closely with Snow Angel on these. It did not take long for Tricia to be...

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I Know Where He Lives

A good mate of mine works in the building trade. This summer, his company were renovating a number of old flats in a tenement building, gutting the insides, putting in replacement windows through a contractor and sandblasting the stone exteriors.As a lawyer, I've done some legal work for him in the past, and I agreed to go round and cast an eye over some paperwork for him - as usual charging him only "mates' rates" for my services - late last month. His office is out of town, and we agreed it...

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Editing Reailty Book 1 Chapter 7 Edited Lives

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created Part Seven: Edited Lives By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. Becky Davis I lay on my bed trying not to hear the moans bleeding through the walls. She did it. That little trollop did it. My younger sister was such a whore. I couldn't believe she would seduce Dad while Mom was out of town visiting her friend. It was sick. And Dad... He let the little trollop do it. Such a fury ran through me. I knew that...

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Detroit Changes our Lives

Kelly and I met at Business College and have not been apart since. She knocked me off my feet at first glance. Her strawberry blond hair to her shoulders, wonderful crystal blue eyes, and great figure with the best looking legs and ass I have ever seen. We married just after graduation and started our lives together which were and up to the Detroit trip have been vanilla and very normal. I have some family money and purchased a car dealership from a gentleman who was retiring. It was touch...

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Secret Sexy lives

Spring is in the air and the county fair is in town. I love this time of year! The flowers blooming, the birds singing and no more layering clothes trying to stay warm. After a long week at work my friends and I decided to check out the fair and have some much needed fun. I can hardly wait to smell the popcorn and cotton candy and ride the farris wheel. "Becca are you ready?" Joanne calls from downstairs. I live with my two room mates in a 3 bedroom town home in what we like to call rural...

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Best Summer of Our Lives

Fisher wasn’t the type of guy who fucked a girl just because she had a pussy and he had a cock. He was raised better than that. For that reason, and that reason alone, he had yet to have any of those college experiences that the lore speaks of. That was, until he met Annabelle. He’d always been a quiet, reserved kind of guy. He wasn’t a virgin, but he had a lot less notches on his belt than other guys, so to speak. Fisher had no idea how much his life, and sexual outlook would change when...

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Drawing on the Dark Side of the BrainChapter 6 Commencing our Lives

My mother actually made me open up my gown to show her I had clothes on under it. I suppose she was a little bit justified. Jasmine had sent me a picture showing me she had only a bra and panties on under her gown. Not to be outdone, Kelly sent a picture showing that she was wearing only a garter belt and hose. It’s a good thing I did have trousers on. I’d have been tenting out my gown. There was something like three hundred in my graduating class. Carney High isn’t a huge school, but there...

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Two Wives Two Lives

It's my thirtieth anniversary. I'm sitting here, typing, trying to find a way to relate what this anniversary is all about. My wife is upstairs sleeping, snoring that charming little singsong snore she produces when we've just made love. I can't be sure whether it's her third or fourth orgasm that turns on the snore button. Gretchen has been my wife for eighteen years. And it's my thirtieth anniversary. Life has been just grand for us. She's a very attractive woman, in a plain way,...

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PurcellChapter 5 New Lives

{date:2020-08-10a} Marjorie Purcell took the two weeks between the last of picking season and the Christmas week straightening out evening-school students who kept coming on the wrong nights – or who came on the wrong night for the first time long after school resumed. She did notice that the good-looking, light-skinned one, Ab, came on the nights he’d been told before the picking break. He attended most nights he should, too. Only some slavery had ended, she noted wryly. There were a great...

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Cynthia Palmers New LifeChapter 9 New Lives

After Susie's fucking, LaTesha told Rob, "Why don't you go home and get some sleep. It's been a long afternoon and I need a nap. Let's meet at nine so we can take our new slaves to get their piercings. I have an appointment set up at ten." Rob smiled and answered as he was getting up and getting dressed, "I'm definitely worn out. It's been exciting though. I do think that you just solved your problem of a membership fee for the organization. You should give them Susie and one of the...

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How a stranger changed our lives

I can honestly say on the surface and during most parts of every day, Chris and I have a normal American family life. We live on a lovely farm, ride horses and play tennis together, travel quite a lot, enjoy summer’s at our shore house, and we are close to our families and friends in the community. If you were an outsider looking in I’m completely sure you’d think we had as close to a perfect marriage as possible this day and age. What people don’t realize about our relationship is that...

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How a stranger changed our lives

Introduction: After we were married my husband admitted he watched me fuck someone else My name is Jennifer. Im 37 years old, mother to two children, and married for 14 years. My husband who recently turned 40 is an attractive, intelligent, successful, and a terrific provider to our children whom he loves dearly. Ive known my husband Christopher for close to 20 years now since meeting back when I was a freshman attending a big state university in the northeast. I can honestly say on the...

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Wife Swapping Changed Our Lives

Aamaal Das ( my friend and his wife’s name changed) is 35 and his wife Raashi Das, 33 years and live in Calcutta.They both got married 10 years back and have a 9-year-old son who is studying in Ooty boarding school and only comes home for vacation. Both Aamaal and Raashi work in a private MNC with a good salary. They have a 2 BHK apartment in the Park Street and living a comfortable life.Aamaal’s and Raashi’s was an arranged marriage. They fell in love with each other after marriage and even...

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The Night of Their Lives

Introduction: Two friends step over the relationship line * * * * This is my first story, so id love some criticism and feedback. But please be nice. I tried not to be too specific when it came to physical descriptions. This way, anyone can insert whoever they want into the character roles. WARNING: This story is pretty lovey-dovey. I tried to move the story along as fast as I could but it still may be a good while before you get to any actual sex. Enjoy. * * * * Crap! Cheyenne exclaimed...

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Living Next Door to Heaven 3 What Were They ThinkingChapter 5 Meeting the Love of Our Lives

Betts became more aloof as she moved out of junior high and started high school. In some ways, it was a relief. I’m sure Brian still suffered from her tantrums, but they both kept it out of my sight. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess. Brian wasn’t growing much, but he was maturing. And it seemed that he had friends. The party invitation he’d had at the end of fifth grade seemed to be more than a passing thing. I didn’t hesitate to give him permission to go to the sixth grade year-end party....

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EchoesChapter 8 Romance Lives

Life and school quickly slipped into a pattern. Not a comfortable pattern. Nothing could be comfortable that had football practice as a part of it. The classes were fine, and after a week, I had decided I was going to like my English class more than Math, despite my initial impression. Mr. Halsey didn't fade, rather Mrs. Irving came on strong. We had our first cross country meet the weekend after school started. It felt strange the first time, to be wearing the red and white colors of the...

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Chloe and Zack A night that changed their lives

Her parents and my parents along with myself, Zach, were going on a trip together. It was only a 4 hour drive from where we live in Belen, New Mexico. We here heading up to Cortez, Colorado, well, just north of there, to go camping. "Because," her mother replied, "He is Carol and Mike's son, and he has every right to go along too." "Its bad enough that I have to go to school with him." she retorted. I was starting to get very uncomfortable. I am more of an outcast in high...

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Cydney and Jason Begin Their New Lives

"Well, good morning to you to baby." "Mmm you're awake, I knew that would do the trick." Cydney licked my erect cock up and down before taking it in her mouth. Her blow jobs were magnificent. "This is the perfect way to start the day. How long have you been down there?" "Not too long babe. I couldn't sleep any longer. I wanted to feel your hard dick penetrate my mouth." Cydney started focusing on the tip of my cock and I felt like I was going to go crazy. This girls mouth was magic. "Ready for...

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