Lindsay Part 1
- 4 years ago
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We went upstairs. He went to his room. I went to mine. I stood in front of my mirror while I undressed again and imagined watching myself through his eyes. I tried to think like a boy seeing a naked girl for the first time. My mind kept spinning around in circles. It was dizzying. I’m so excited I can hardly breathe. But it isn’t because I’m seeing myself through his eyes. It’s because I can’t stop thinking about being undressed ... naked, being naked in front of a boy for the first time since I was in diapers and it didn’t matter.
I didn’t dawdle though. I stripped quickly. I took a quick shower and put my robe on. I dried and brushed my hair. Then I returned to my room and started looking through my lingerie. I can’t decide. So, I went to Tyler’s room and said, “Come pick out what you want me to wear, Tyler. I can’t decide.”
He has changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He’s assembling his camera equipment. He brought his camera and his lenses with him and set them inside my door.
For some reason I’ve assumed we were going to do this in his room. It made me more comfortable when I realized we’ll be doing it in my room.
I opened my panty drawer and he looked inside. When he did his blush deepened. It’s pretty funny. Tyler has been around my underwear for our entire lives and they have just been pieces of cloth until this afternoon. Now he can’t even look at them without blushing.
I watched him stare into the drawer for a moment. He seems to be frozen in place. It’s amusing, but I’m anxious to get to the exciting part of the afternoon. I pushed him out of the way and scooped them all out of the drawer with both hands. I dropped them on top of my dresser in front of him and stepped back. While he reached down and tried to act like he isn’t affected by a handful of my underwear I opened another drawer and pulled out my bras.
Quietly, but with just a hint of a tremor in his voice Tyler said, “I’d like to see you in all of them!”
He blushed when he realized he sounds a lot more like a horny teenage boy than a photographer. He stepped back and said, “You pick out some. You know what looks good. I guess you should pick out four sets. We may not use them all. But if we want to make a change it will be better if we don’t have to stop and break the mood while you make another selection.”
I picked out a plain white bra and panty set, a dark green set, and a dark red set. I put a little more thought into the fourth set. At first I was going to pass on the black and go for the light blue because black seems so trite. But the truth is I know I look sexy as hell in black panties and bra. They contrast well with my light skin and blonde hair.
Tyler went back into his room while I was selecting my wardrobe. He returned with some bright lights on tall stands and set them up in a circle around my bed. He took some readings with his light meter and made some adjustments to the lights and to his camera.
When his equipment was ready he called me over to my desk and showed me some poses in one of his photography text books. I was surprised to see an assortment of nude and nearly nude women in some pretty sexy poses. I looked at them and grinned. I had to ask, “Do mom and dad know you have these?”
Tyler laughed nervously and said, “They know I have the books. They’ve never looked inside of them.”
I studied the girls on the pages in front of me. I’m so excited, and so nervous, that I’m having trouble concentrating. But after a minute or two I thought I had the general idea. I turned to Tyler. He’s been watching me and it’s plain to see he’s more nervous than I am. That made me feel better. If he was standing there leering at me I’d have had second thoughts. I took a deep breath and asked, “Okay, are you ready?”
He swallowed loudly and nodded. I glanced down and saw that he still has a hard on. I grinned and asked, “Can you work with that?”
He’s embarrassed that it’s so obvious. But he smiled back and replied, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to get used to that. I don’t think it’s going anywhere, probably not for a week.”
I held up the four sets of underwear and he picked out the white ones to start with. He probably expected that I was going to go out of the room to put them on. But I stood right there in front of him and dropped my robe. His mouth dropped open and he stared at my body in awe as I put on a pair of white panties trimmed in a small band of delicate lace around the leg openings, up over my hips and around the waist. The look on Tyler’s face when I dropped my robe is what we should have been photographing.
I put the bra on next. I tried to act nonchalant. But the honest truth is I’m so excited that if it had been anyone but my brother standing there gaping at me I probably would have jumped his bones. It was my intention to get dressed first and then undress in front of him. I pictured doing just that in my mind all day long today. But I think this turned out better. I love the look on his face!
The bra and panties I just put on are not an exact match. I mean, they aren’t a set. But they’re similar enough that no one but Victoria herself would know the difference. The contrast between my lightly tanned skin and the feminine undergarments is very sexy. The thin material hugged my firm body and clung to me like a second skin. I know I look hot. And even though I’m embarrassed I feel my confidence growing quickly.
Tyler has just seen me naked for the first time since I was four or five years old. He obviously appreciates the changes my body has gone through since then. I took a deep breath when I had my two sexy little undergarments on and adjusted. I reached out and patted my brother on the cheek and said, “Okay, little brother. If your little pea brain has any blood left in it let’s put it to work.”
I’m pretty proud of myself. I sound like I’m a lot more in control than I actually am. I’m as excited as Tyler obviously is, if not more. I’m as nervous as I can ever remember being. But I sound calm.
He grinned and said, “I’m going to need larger pants if we keep doing this. These things are tighter than hell with a hard-on.”
I smiled and responded, “Take them off. If I’m going to be naked it only seems fair that you are too.”
I was totally serious. I’m just as curious about his body as he is about mine.
“That would be unprofessional.”
I’m not sure if he’s just self-conscious or if he actually meant it.
He went to his camera and motioned me onto the bed. I got into the first pose he showed me in his book and he took a couple of pictures before he moved the camera and got a few shots from a different angle.
He quickly discovered the tripod is getting in his way. I had a moment to catch my breath while he separated the camera from the tripod and then started taking pictures as he moved around to different angles. The air around me felt like it was charged with electricity as I turned my body over to my younger brother.
His camera is digital. The only sound is a very quiet click each time he pushed the button to take a picture. But each one of those quiet clicks sent shockwaves through me. Each of those shockwaves seemed to end at my clitoris. The act of placing my body on display for my little brother in my revealing underwear is every bit as exciting as I knew it would be. I’m fighting a small battle to keep from panting with lust as he moved around me and made slight alterations to my pose.
After several minutes he told me to move into the next pose and he started all over again. The hardest thing for me to do was to try to act like I’m not on the verge of an orgasm, because I most definitely am. He can see my stiff nipples pressing against my lacy bra and my vulva forming a sexy mound in my even lacier panties. It feels like my entire body is vibrating. This whole situation is just as erotic as I imagined it would be. For the first time in my life a boy is staring at me in my sexy underwear, even if it is just Tyler. I suppose “just Tyler” gives the wrong impression. Tyler is a very handsome young man with a great personality. He’s very intelligent. He’s one of the most mature teenage boys I know. I never realized it before but if he wasn’t my brother I could really go for him.
I know that for Tyler what we’re doing here this afternoon is all about the art. But he’s still a boy and I’m a sexy girl in my underwear. I can see how excited he is. He’s trying to hide it. He’s trying to act the way he imagines a professional photographer should act in this situation. But I know how much my body is turning him on. And that’s turning me on even more. The hardest part of this experience for me at this moment is to not let him see how excited I am!
I tried to concentrate on his directions as he moved around me taking photograph after photograph and suggesting minor changes in the way I’m posing. I varied my expression between no expression at all, sweet smiles and sexy ‘come hither’ looks and everything in between.
It wasn’t long before I noticed there’s a large wet spot on the front of Tyler’s pants and it made me feel even sexier to see how turned on he is from looking at my body.
He must have taken at least a hundred pictures by the time he said in a husky voice that left no doubt as to the state of his arousal, “Okay, Mya. Let’s do a costume change. Let’s try the green next.”
I got up and began to strip off my white underwear. Once again I’m going to change right in front of him. I was only half way through removing my white bra and panties when Tyler started to leave the room. I turned to him, wearing only my panties now, and asked, “Where are you going?”
He blushed and mumbled, “I ... Mya, I have to do something. I’ll be right back.”
As soon as he said it I knew what he was going to do. I grinned and said, “Oh no you don’t, Tyler!”
He exclaimed innocently, “What?! I’ll be right back.”
I walked over to him and demanded to know, “Why should I be the only one who has to be naked?”
I reached down and unbuttoned his shorts. He reached out his hands to stop me at first. But then he groaned and dropped his hands. I unzipped his shorts quickly, before he could chicken out. I did it with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, so much excitement that my blood is pounding in my ears and I feel kind of dizzy. I opened his shorts and let them slide down his legs.
I’m not looking at his face anymore. I’ve never seen a naked boy. Well, not since he was three or four and back then his penis was smaller than my little finger. There appears to be a very large male appendage throbbing under those white jockey shorts now.
I pulled the front of his shorts out away from his cock and slowly pulled them down. His cock stood up at a forty-five degree angle and throbbed like a living thing. The head of it is covered in a clear fluid. I bent over, pushing his shorts down, staring in wonder with my face only a foot from it. His penis throbbed again and another large drop of that fluid oozed out of the hole in the tip.
It’s beautiful! I reached up and touched my finger to the slick lubricant oozing from him and moved it lightly over the large purple head of his cock. He shuddered and grabbed my wrist, quickly pulling my hand away.
He cried out, “Don’t, Mya! I’m going to cum in about two seconds if you keep that up!”
I looked up at him and asked breathlessly, “Were you going to masturbate?”
He’s already as red as he could get. He’s too embarrassed to admit it. But I knew. And I know he can hear the excitement in my voice when I asked, “Can I watch? Please? I really want to see what it looks like when you do it.”
He stared at me, not quite believing what he’s hearing. He’s obviously torn between the embarrassment he feels and the eroticism of this strange situation I’m sure he never in his wildest dreams anticipated. I’m sure he never expected anything to happen between us beyond a nervous but very exciting photography session.
He stepped out of his shorts and his underwear and looked around my room. He went over and sat on my desk chair and brought my tissue box a little closer. He wrapped his fist around the shaft of his hard, throbbing cock and began to move it up and down. As he began to masturbate his eyes focused on my bare breasts.
I moved closer and knelt by his side. I’m way beyond fascinated.
I shivered at the look of ecstasy on his face. It’s truly compelling. Without actually making a conscious decision to do so, I somehow found myself reaching out. I put my hand over his and stopped him from masturbating.
He had closed his eyes when I first came close. Now he opened them to see what’s wrong. I pulled his hand away and whispered breathlessly, “Let me.”
I’m so choked with lust I don’t recognize my own voice!
I reached for his throbbing cock and took it in my hand. I can’t believe it! I’m holding a hot, hard cock in my hand for the first time! I love the feel of it in my hand. It’s as hard as steel, but the skin is so soft and so warm.
His cock throbbed when I wrapped my hand around it. His entire body twitched uncontrollably and he groaned loudly. For a long and very exciting moment I stared at his beautiful cock in awe. Then I began to move my hand up and down that sexy shaft, just the way he was doing it a minute ago.
In less than a minute I felt his cock swell. Tyler shivered and cried out, “Oh my god! Jesus, Mya!”
Then he was cumming. His hot cum shot out of the end of his cock in large, forceful spurts. The first three large globs of it landed on his shirt, almost all the way up to his neck! The next two or three were weaker and ended up hitting his hard stomach and trailing back in a thin white line to my hand. A little bit more kind of oozed out of the end of his cock and drained down over my fingers. It feels so hot on my skin!
I continued to hold his still hard cock in my hand. With my other hand I reached out and smoothed his sticky juices around my skin, working it into my skin like hand lotion. The strong smell reminds me of bleach. But it isn’t really unpleasant, possibly because what we just did is so fucking exciting.
I finally took my hand away and brought it to my face and sniffed it. I spotted a small drop of cum between two of my fingers. I looked into his eyes and smiled. Then I stuck my fingers in my mouth and licked them clean while he stared at me in amazement. This is a side of his big sister he’s never seen before. I’m so fucking turned on I don’t even care what his cum tastes like. The act of tasting it in front of him is so erotic I almost had a climax, too!
Tyler groaned and he finally began to move. He took a handful of tissue from the box and wiped his cock clean. Then he held my hand in his and began wiping it dry.
When he was done I smiled at him. I was just about to thank him but before I could speak he said in a quiet, but very shaky voice, “That was fantastic, Mya. I can’t believe how much more exciting it is when it’s your hand doing it. Thank you.”
I see the love in his eyes and I hear it in his voice. I felt closer to Tyler at that moment than I ever have in my life and we’ve always been very close. I’m not even embarrassed anymore.
I got to my feet and asked, “Are you ready to get back to work now?”
He nodded and reached for his pants but I said, “Oh no you don’t! Take off that nasty shirt Tyler. If I’m going to be naked, you can be naked too.”
“That’s still very unprofessional. But I guess getting a hand job from your model is, too. Thanks, Mya.”
I nodded and finished changing into the green panties and bra while he watched. It’s obvious he’s still very much in awe of my body and the reverence I see in his eyes continues to add to my own excitement.
When I was ready I turned around to face him. He still has that look of wonder on his face. He asked, “God, Mya! Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?! I mean it, sis. I have never seen a more beautiful girl than you. I’ve always thought you were the prettiest girl in town. But I don’t think I really appreciated just how sexy and how beautiful you are.”
I smiled and asked, “Do you say that to all the girls who beat your meat?”
He laughed and that seemed to bring his mind back to the task at hand. He said, “Get your ass on the bed, sis. Do you remember the next pose?”
I thought I did. I got into position as he picked his camera up and started taking pictures again. As soon as he started the thrill was back. I really love posing for him like this. It provides me with an outlet for my exhibitionist fantasies. But because he has that camera and it’s all being done in the name of art; I can pretend it isn’t all about being sexy and turning him on to me. I know better, though. And I think Tyler’s beginning to suspect. It must have been obvious how I feel about what we’re doing when I knelt on the floor beside him and masturbated him.
In all the poses in the first session when I was wearing the white bra and panties I had been on my hands and knees while he made minor adjustments and took pictures of me from every conceivable angle. When we started up again I was lying on my back. Tyler kept repositioning my legs, exposing me more and more. But he didn’t just adjust my legs. His hands glided over them as if he were worshiping them. He never moved his hands more than half way up my thigh. He made no attempt to touch my pussy and his hands never came anywhere near my breasts.
But I wanted him to.
He took dozens more pictures of me languishing seductively on my bed and then he said, “I have to change the memory card. I’m taking very high resolution pictures. Why don’t you try on the next set?”
I glanced at the clock and said, “Why don’t we save them for next time? It’s getting late. Change your memory card and let’s do some of the nudes.”
I think we were both surprised I’m the one to suggest it and not him.
I noticed his cock is hard again. It’s kinda hard to miss, especially now that he’s naked. I smiled to myself. It’s nice to be appreciated.
He changed his memory card while I took off my bra and panties and tried to massage away the lines they left on my skin. I looked at them and said, “We’re going to have to do a shoot totally in the nude. It’s going to take a while for these lines on my skin to fade.”
Tyler smiled and replied, “Well, if we must, we must.”
“What a trooper!” I exclaimed sarcastically.
When he was ready I asked, “How do you want me?”
He grinned at my question and I know exactly what he’s thinking. Because I know he does want me, just as much as I want him. But he said, “Let’s try something different. I love it that you’re enjoying this. I want that to show. Pose in ways that feel good to you. Pose in ways that make you feel sexy.”
I thought about it for a minute. Then I got into a few teasing poses while he brought his camera up and started snapping away again. He started talking to me quietly as he moved around taking one sexy picture after another. He told me how hot I am and how beautiful I am. It wasn’t just patter. There was no questioning his sincerity. I could hear it in his voice. And his words were having the desired effect. I started posing in ever more sexy and revealing poses.
At one point I reached down and placed my hands over my vulva in a coy pose. I was shocked at the moisture I detected there! My hand came away glistening with my own juices. I continued moving into one sexy pose after another.
I forgot about the book and moved into positions which felt natural to me. Tyler loved it. His voice was husky and choked with lust when he exclaimed, “Wait until you see these pictures, Mya! You’re going to love them. These are the sexiest, most erotic photographs I’ve ever seen. If you were eighteen I could make a fortune selling these to Playboy or Penthouse. I love it! God, look at that ass! And your pussy! I can see the juices dripping out of you! I don’t care if you are my sister, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you right now.”
I know exactly how he feels. I want him, too. I kept looking at his pretty cock, bouncing with every move he made. It inspired me. It’s almost like I was posing to please his cock! I couldn’t stop thinking about how I really don’t care if I’m a virgin when this is all over. It isn’t like I’ve been saving myself for marriage. I’ve just never had the chance to get laid!
But I can’t. Not with my brother. I’m going to cum so hard and so many times when he’s finished, though. I’m going to masturbate like I never have before.
I changed my pose several more times and he took at least a hundred more pictures. Near the end of the session, I got up on my knees again. My ass is pointed in his direction and I’m very aware of him behind me. I know what I must look like from that angle, especially now with the moisture streaming out of me.
After he got a couple more close-ups he straightened up and I felt is hand on me. I jumped slightly. My breath caught in my throat and my heart nearly stopped. He startled me. But it came as no surprise to learn I like being touched! I didn’t move from my position, and I didn’t protest. If had taken his hand away I’d have begged him to put it back! His fingers moved lightly over my ass for a minute. He isn’t adjusting my position now. He isn’t posing me. He’s touching me. He’s enjoying the feel of my soft skin.
His fingers teased the sensitive flesh of my ass for a moment longer and then trailed down the back of my thigh. I sighed deeply and let my head drop down and rest on my arms. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the wonderful feelings as his fingers trailed back up my other thigh and then lightly moved over my soaking wet pussy for the first time. I gasped when he touched me there. I’m being touched by a boy in that most intimate of places for the first time in my life. I love it!!
His fingers moved up through my wet crease, on up between the cheeks of my ass and then back down. That was it. As soon as his fingers slid over my pussy again I came like I have never cum before. I screamed right out loud! I swore. I used words I didn’t even know that I knew! My whole body went into tremors.
I was just about to thank him and tell him how wonderful that had been when I felt another new sensation. I knew instantly what it was. It’s his tongue! I’m still kneeling near the foot of my bed. He’s kneeling on the floor behind me now. His nose is pressed against my asshole and his mouth is clamped down over my pussy. I screamed again when his tongue began to move up and down through my slit.
He had to hold me in place. I couldn’t stay still for that. I started thrashing around like I was having a fit. But his hands held my hips steady and his tongue drove me out of this fucking world! I came about fifty more times before I could stand it no more and I finally pulled away.
I twisted around and fell onto my back, totally limp. I lay on my bed panting and staring up at Tyler. When I was finally able to move I sat up and in a throaty tone of voice I’ve never heard from me before I said, “It’s too bad we didn’t get some good pictures of that. That would have been so fucking hot!”
He just grinned down at me lovingly until I pulled him down onto my bed beside me and leaned down over him. I kissed him on the lips. It was not a sisterly kiss. I said, “I don’t want to fuck you, Tyler. It wouldn’t be right. Well, that isn’t true. I want to. But I just can’t fuck my brother. Something in me just won’t let me do that. At least not now, I don’t know about later. But I can do this.”
I leaned down and put my hand around his throbbing cock. I smiled at him and then I leaned down and kissed it. I licked the head and then I looked up at my brother and said, “I’ve never sucked a cock before, Tyler. So I probably suck at it, so to speak. But I don’t know if it would really be incest would it? I’m still going to be a virgin when it’s over, right?”
He smiled and said, “I’m on your side, Mya. I’m not going to try and talk you out of it. But you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”
I kissed his cock again and quietly admitted, “That’s what’s so strange, Tyler. I want to.”
He watched me as I took his cock into my mouth and began experimenting. He gasped and groaned and his entire body shivered with lust. He finally laid his head down on my pillow and closed his eyes while I tried different things, trying to figure out what worked best.
I noticed his camera strap on the edge of the bed near his hand. His camera is on the floor but the strap is just within my reach. I reached over and picked it up and set it on Tyler’s stomach. He opened his eyes when the cold metal came into contact with his skin. I took my mouth off of his cock long enough to say, “I want some pictures of this. Then you can go back to sleep.”
He grinned and brought the camera up to his face. He started taking pictures as fast as the camera would permit it. I went back to work on his cock, taking it as far into my mouth as I could.
I saw the camera pointed at me and I stared right into the lens and tried to look as sexy as possible while I sucked my brother’s cock eagerly. It’s hard to smile with your mouth full of cock. But I was pretty certain that the lust I was feeling at that moment was going to show in those pictures.
I didn’t get to do it for long, though. After taking about a dozen pictures he put the camera back down and his head fell back on my pillow. His hand began to move lightly over my hair and then he groaned and said, “Mya, just use your hand now. I’m going to cum!”
He tried to push me away but I refused to be denied. I sucked as enthusiastically as I could and seconds later I felt the flood of cum pouring out of his cock. I was so excited by what a nasty thing I’m doing that I came again just from him cumming in my mouth!
I got the full effect of the cum this time. It wasn’t just a little taste. It was a large mouthful. But it wasn’t so bad. And it was the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. Well, except maybe for spending the last hour and a half posing in my underwear and then naked for my little brother. I kinda feels like everything we’ve done this afternoon has been one long, prolonged sex act! And it has been magnificent!!
He shuddered and gently pushed my head away and said, “Stop! Please stop. I’m so sensitive there. Give me a second.”
I took my head away and watched him, enjoying the effect I’m having on him. He shuddered and took a couple of deep breaths. Then he reached down and pulled me up beside him and hugged me so tight I couldn’t breathe at first.
I kissed him on the chin and said, “This was fun. Do you want to do it again after school tomorrow?”
He smiled and said, “Are you kidding! I’m calling the school up tomorrow and quitting. I’m going to lock myself in here with you and I’m never leaving again.”
I kissed him again and said, “You might want to rethink that. Mom and dad might take your camera away. Then you wouldn’t need me anymore.”
He groaned and said, “I love you, Mya. And I will always need you!”
I finally pulled away and said, “Come on, little brother. We have some evidence to hide. We need to get dressed and clean up and get rid of the smell of sex in here. I haven’t touched my homework and I don’t have any idea what to make for supper. Mom and dad haven’t called so they are probably coming home early this evening. And you have a long evening ahead of you because I want to see some of those pictures tonight.”
We rushed around and cleaned up. Tyler put his lights and camera away and we both took quick showers. I slipped into some shorts and a t-shirt and went down and started supper.
My parents got home just before it was ready. Mom set the table and I served dinner. Then we sat and ate and talked for a while, just like a family!
Sometimes, at times like that, I’m struck by how much our lives have changed over the last ten years, but how little we’ve changed. We’re still the same people who lived in that small, two-bedroom house on the other side of town.
I suppose Tyler and I are a little spoiled. We have everything we ever wanted. But even so, we’re still nice people. We learned to be responsible at an early age and I don’t think that has changed. And it isn’t like we have maids and butlers and chauffeurs and all that. We have stuff. We have cars and a nice house and a boat.
But we clean our own house and do our own laundry and yard work. We wash our own cars and during the week I cook supper most nights. What’s even more important, though, is that we’ve been taught not to think we’re better than anyone else because we have nice things now.
I know I’ve never looked down on anyone because they weren’t dressed in expensive clothes or because of where they live or the way they look. And I’m glad I was raised that way. My friends come from both sides of the tracks and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Our parents spend a lot of time at work but we’re not unsupervised. We catch hell if our grades slip and Tyler and I are kept on a short leash. Well, not that short I suppose. We aren’t allowed to date until we turn sixteen. We’ve been taught right from wrong. We were taught to respect other people, even people who are different than we are. Tyler and I are both still virgins if you don’t count what happened this afternoon. My hymen is still intact. No boy but Tyler has ever seen me naked or touched me intimately.
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Lindsay was XX when it first started. One morning she awoke to find odd little crumbs in her bed. At first she thought they were crackers, but as she was getting dressed for school she noticed a small little tan 'O' laying on the floor next to her nightstand. It was a cheerio. She picked it up and looked at it for a moment, its wholesome oaty contours seeming perfectly harmless. She threw it away, assuming that her bratty older sister was responsible. Little did she know that it was an omen of...
Mr. Franklin smacks Lindsay's ass bring her back into reality, she couldn't help but think about last night when she got home and used her dildo and how her fansty is all coming true right now, Mr. Franklin sits at his desk and demands Lindsay to suck is cock so he can cum and leave no evidence behind. She does as asked and gets on her knees below his desk and grabs his cock and starts bobbing on his dick taking it all and not being scared to rub his balls. Looking up at her boss seeing the...
This is a true story about what happened on my birthday a few years ago. I had been seeing my girlfriend, Lindsay, for about 6 weeks. She worked at a local supermarket, on the checkouts, and she phoned me that morning to ask me to pick her up after work at 4:00pm. Although she was only 19, Lindsay was very experienced sexually, in fact I had never met a girl who liked to get fucked as much as her. She told me that she had lost her virginity aged 13 to one of her friend's brothers, and ever...
Lindsay pulled into her work's parking lot 15 minutes early like she did everyday. She started coffee in the break room because her office was right next to it, and she loved the smell of freshly made coffee. She clocked in and began working diligently at her computer. Lindsay was a hard worker. She was normally a day or two ahead of schedule, and today was no exception. It was Wednesday, and in just a few short hours she would be done with her presentation she had to do on Friday. She got to...
BDSMSaya’s most wild fantasy came true when her ex boy friend called to ask for a favor. They decided to meet at a bar for a drink and discussed a lot. The discussion came to their sexual fantasies and talked like they didn’t have while they were together. Saya told him that always fantasized about having sex with two men but always afraid to make her fantasy come true. Steve told her that he could arrange something with one of his friends at his country house next weekend. Saya couldn’t believe...
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If Greg was truthful, he’d never consider himself much of a man of the world. Even getting out of the North-East was an exotic adventure, so when the opportunity came, he gladly accepted the invitation to visit his online friends down in Texas. With his wife going to St Louis, the timing for such a trip was perfect.Wandering into the living room, Greg finds Sayaka busy on her laptop. She is lying on the carpet, facing the television, typing away. Her hair is up, all business. Yet, something...
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Missay by Throne "Where are you, darling?" Hanna called from the kitchen. "I need to talk to you." Her husband Marshall looked up from the tile bathroom floor, which he had been assiduously scrubbing. He didn't like that she made him do this job with a small brush better suited for detail work, or that he had to keep his soapy water in a bright yellow plastic bucket like a child might use in a sandbox. What he liked even less was that he had to do his Saturday morning housework...
She'd known that he had a dark side to him; probably that's what had attractedher to him all those years ago. Now it was the evening of their tenth anniversaryand she sat, alone by her dressing table, where she'd sat all day, staringat the items on it. They were his anniversary presents to her, neither of which she really wanted,but he'd made it clear that he expected her to choose between them before shecame down and greeted their guests. It had all came to a head that morning. It had started...
I'm not going to bore you with the details, because quite honestly if you haven't heard of Tavansay, and me Piers Longstay, then where on earth have you been for the last year or two? Certainly not in the United Kingdom. However, everything you will have heard has been told to you by the media, and the papers only go for the sensational, the prurient so that they can pretend to be oh so high and mighty, and the broadcast media aren't much better, sound bites and snapshots, nothing that can...
Dee Johns found her home at the end of a washboard gravel road four miles northwest of Winthrop. "A place to settle down," she said. They were at Wolf Creek where it emerges from a deep canyon that cuts between the north end of Thompson Ridge and the south end of Virginian Ridge, the western wall of the upper valley. It was a sweltering 100-mile drive northeast along the Columbia River, then north along the Methow River, following sharper and narrower bends, climbing and winding, crossing...
Cottonwood trees flanking the rock-rimmed irrigation ditch behind the house moaned in the rising late-night wind. Graydon heard the swaying branches outside and close thunder booming from the north as an early summer storm moved down the valley. They had spent several days cleaning out clutter and moving in. Alex Senior made a trip in the Blue Goose to buy used furniture: a kitchen table and chairs, an iron frame double bed with springs and mattress, two war surplus barrack cots with pads, an...
His Arkansas drawl was thick like rich molasses, slow and easy. Ezekial Patterson seemed ageless; tall, slightly hunch-shouldered, and he shuffled along with a slight limp. "Patch," as folks called him, was as much a part of the 300-acre river-bottoms as the fields, the willows, and the cottonwood trees. His best pal Purdy dressed all in black with a floppy black hat. Patch wore blue denim that went unwashed once he put it on new from the General Store. The jacket and trousers were crusted...
The yellow school bus pulled up to their narrow drive on the gravel road, loaded Graydon and Alex Jr, drove a hundred yards to the "Y" intersection of the Wolf Creek spur and turned around. Their house was the last stop. It was four miles to school. Graydon sat at the window with Alex Jr. beside him. He watched the sagebrush flats roll by, the rock piles and stunted apple trees and lilacs marking where earlier homestead efforts had withered from lack of water. Wolf Creek was a seasonal...
Alex Sr. worked away during the week on a Columbia River dam site. He came home most weekends, making the three-hour drive Friday evening. Often he was quite late, saying he'd gotten "hung up" with friends or late work. Usually his breath smelled of whiskey. He had always been a drinker and enjoyed hanging out in the evenings with his tavern buddies. But now there was a new element: jealousy. There had been jealous rages before. Once in Wyoming at a rented tar-paper shack on the South...
Winters in the Methow Valley were cold, sometimes bitterly so. Temperatures ranged well below zero. The snow would pile up two and three feet deep. It fell to Graydon to keep the driveway into the Wolf Creek homestead shoveled out when the snow got deeper than the sedan his step-father drove, or the panel truck, their faithful Blue Goose, could break through without chains. Graydon would wax the flat-bladed shovel and begin cutting blocks from the deep snow, lifting each, and heaving it to...
Graydon could feel himself evenly balanced on his skis. He could feel his arms bearing down on his ski poles, planted firmly to each side. Otherwise he felt suspended in space, hanging in milk. His feet ended at his boot tops and no trace of snow or shadow or outline or slope or mountainside existed in his vision. There was no horizon and no sky. It was a perfect "whiteout," that rare condition of light in which snow and sky are perfectly blended together and there is no trace of shadow or...
"No sir, I don't think the Pasayten Pete stories have got much to do with my dreams," Graydon guessed. "I mean, there hasn't been much to the stories that Purdy and Patch have told me, except there seems to be a lot of confusion. Nobody seems to agree on anything, just that there's some stories about somebody or something that they call Pasayten Pete. Seems the only thing in common is it's s'posed to be somethin' bad, scary bad." Jim Brightman and Graydon sat comfortably in the...
The winter passed quickly for Graydon. School classes, homework, homestead chores, Christmas, the February chinook winds that brought a sudden thaw to the deep snows and turned the fields into lakes and the roadside ditches into torrents, followed by a hard freeze and a snowfall that locked the valley into another six weeks of winter; everything mixed his days into a hurried winter passage. Weekends allowed time for cross-country ski treks, either across Wolf Creek and up to the old lodge,...
Spring merged into early summer; it was June and Graydon found himself working, putting up hay bales for a rancher from whom his step-father had borrowed money. Graydon was working off the debt. He was able to handle the bales, averaging 60 to 75 lbs each, walking beside a tractor-drawn wagon and grabbing each bale by its wire bindings and swinging it up to another teenager with hay hooks, who would swing the bale into place on the growing load. Even for June it was damned hot and sweaty...
The trail into upper Wolf Creek canyon was open; the last snows had melted out of the north-slope shaded areas and the spring floods had subsided. Graydon was restless. He gathered together his packsack gear, some staple foodstuffs, his fishing pole, and told his mother that he'd be hiking up the canyon, perhaps as far as Gardner Meadows, at the base of the mountain. He planned to be gone three days for some early season trout fishing on the way up, and two nights of sleeping out. Actually,...
There was little that Graydon could do for Mike beyond what he'd already done. He refilled his water bottle and left that within easy reach, with some dried fruit, nuts, and chocolate snacks. He put a rolled jacket under Mike's head, and carefully lifted his right side to lay a folded wool blanket under him, and another blanket over him to ease the cold and reduce the shock from his injuries. He'd built a tiny fire, just enough to make a pot of camp coffee and to boil panels of t-shirt...
The simple fact that Dr. Hardy and nurse June were able to knit Mike's arm, mend his shattered leg, and hold infection at bay was a true testament to their skilled and dedicated care. It was also unlikely that the leg would have healed at all, in any form that would let Mike walk on it again, if it hadn't been for the inner focus he'd used during that agonizing night in the rock slide. Anyone else would have died from massive infection, or barring that, would have required reconstructive...
Fall arrived in a series of storms, each more intense than the last, until just after Halloween a cold air mass from the north mixed with a wet air mass from the west. The valley lay blanketed under its first heavy snowfall. Time had passed rapidly for Graydon and Mike; Graydon was unusually busy for a teenager: school had started, homestead chores and homework took much of his time, and he spent nearly every weekend at the Brightman ranch. Mike had strengthened his leg and walked with only...
"She's come to stay with us, at least for a while," Ken explained as he worked, fluffing a pelt that he was getting ready for a mount. "She" was a shy, almost fearful girl about a year younger than Graydon who was now living with Ken Granger and his wife at their home with the rolling lawns and huge tree-lined pond. "She's so frightened. I tried to introduce myself and she ran into the house, crying." "She's not much better with Helen and me. It's hard for her right now. She's...
"I saw it. A darkness. It dims her spirit, clouds it, weighs it down and she is lost in grief and sadness. I've never seen anything like it before." Graydon sat in the warmth of the small fire outside Mike's cabin; they shared the flickering firelight. Fleeting shadows outlined worried frowns on their faces. "I've seen it before. Not often, but often enough. It weighs so heavily on a person's soul they can become lost, lost to themselves and everyone around them. This is a terrible...
Graydon was exhausted. His eyes had sunk into their sockets, dark circles lay sagging above his gaunt cheekbones, and his face bore signs of strain and a weariness beyond his years. For a week he had spent his nights alone in the hayloft, isolated and immersed in his connections, seeing the harm that had befallen the Jacobs family. His days were filled with work, sweating to clear ditches, cut brush, weed the garden and repair fences around the old homestead. He drove himself hard, stopping...
Father Bernard looked up from his sheath of papers to see an elderly man standing before his desk, a man in casual clothing such as a rancher might wear. Such attire was not uncommon for this midwestern region, but it was exceptionally unusual to find one dressed so casually in his private office, especially one who was both uninvited and unannounced. "How ... Who are ... Sir! Who are you, and how did you get into my office? No one is permitted in here without prior appointment! Miss...
The suicide of the priest was front page news on all of the city and regional newspapers. It was even featured on both national wire services. Frank and Madeline Jacobs, who had known Father Bernard and attended his church for most of their adult lives, were stunned. Frank struggled with conflicting emotions. He wanted Father Bernard punished. He wanted him jailed and defrocked for his crimes against Marilee. But suicide? God forbid that Frank should feel any satisfaction at such an end....
"My name is Michael Peterson. My friends call me Mike. I've lived in the valley for many years, but it's a remote area and other than a few close friends I pretty much stay to myself." Mike sipped his second cup of coffee, leaning back and thinking to himself that Madeline Jacobs baked a fine pie. He'd savored that slice. Good home cooking never escaped his appreciation. Like most elderly bachelors, Mike cooked to survive but he didn't often take time to turn out a gourmet meal....
"You are absolutely certain, then? The coroner's report shows no drugs, no hallucinogens, no substances of any kind?" "No, sir. Father Bernard's body showed no evidence of any substance that might have caused hallucinations or insanity. There are no drug traces or other physiological evidence pointing to a trigger for his breakdown." "Yet he virtually tore himself to pieces. His face was a mask of utter terror. This is not the act of a rational man, obviously. The simple conclusion...
The leather was beautiful. Ken Granger sat at his workbench, running the soft strips through his hands, admiring its suppleness, its golden amber color, the fine texture of the grain. Goatskin! Who would have imagined such a common animal could produce such beautiful leather! Actually, the more he considered it, the less he was amazed. Goats and deer and antelope are closely related, and each produce a fine grade of leather, soft and supple, when properly tanned. He had been reluctant to...
"James, I was chatting with Eleanor Whittaker at our card club yesterday, and she mentioned something to me that you might want to pass on to Ken Granger. She and her husband own the insurance agency in Twisp. They've been tied down to it for over 25 years, ever since Randall took it over from his father." Vi Brightman was bustling around the kitchen, getting the rest of their morning breakfast on the table. Jim was enjoying his first morning coffee and eyeing a growing stack of potato...
"This is entirely too much! This generosity exceeds our demands; I've provided for every needy family in the valley! Where can I possibly use all this money?" Jim Brightman smiled to himself; such a complaint could come only from Fr. Ambrose, the elderly priest who had devoted so many years of his life to his small parish. "You know as well as I, this money comes from our friend in the mountains. He was led to it, that it might serve those whom the spirits would aid. That means you, and...
Marilee came through the front door with Graydon right behind her. They stopped in the kitchen doorway. Her parents sat at the table with Fr. Ambrose, his back to the two young people. When he saw Frank's eyes lift toward the doorway, Fr. Ambrose rose from his chair and strode forward, extending his hand. "Good evening, Marilee. It is good to see you again. Who is this young man with you?" Marilee blushed shyly. She turned to bring Graydon alongside. "This is Graydon Williams, our...
M. Vitelli froze in mid-step and stared, unbelieving, at the two figures holding hands, standing side by side on the altar of the small chapel. There were only the three of them there in the gloom. Vitelli spun around when the front door he had arrogantly left standing ajar slammed shut. The room reverberated with the sound. The interior gloom intensified. He could barely make out the walls of the small chapel, scarcely three strides to either side. The darkness seemed to close in around him,...
Jim Brightman, Mike Peterson and Father Ambrose sat around Vi's kitchen table, delighted to be reunited after so many years apart. They sat sipping coffee after one of Vi's delicious meals. She decided to leave the three old friends alone and slipped off to the other room. It was a time for catching up, for reliving old memories as older men often do. Time slipped away as they talked. Vi came in, put another pot of coffee on the stove and served up dishes of fresh apple pie with homemade...
"As I see it, we have a number of problems to deal with. Some are moral and spiritual, and some are practical." Mike and Father Ambrose rested in their hotel room after a light meal. Both were troubled. They were confronting a massive problem, head on, and neither was sure how to proceed. Following the first rule of consultation, "two heads are better than one," they were engaging in some sincere discussion of their goals and how best to achieve them. "Our biggest problem is the good...
The news conference was held on the huge front steps of the great cathedral on a clear, sunny day. It had gone quite well, pretty much as laid out in the press release materials that had been handed out beforehand. The Bishop expansively explained that the "unfortunate story" of the closure of the retirement home operated by the Order of the Ardent Sisters of His Holy Service was a simple "rush to judgment" by an "over-zealous budget process." His Grace explained that of all present, he...
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