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That was the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. It convinced me to call a halt to things before something bad happened, and I flatly refused to do anything else while I was home on break. Unfortunately, as I was to discover in the not-so-distant future, it convinced both girls to take other actions they’d discussed.
Lori begged for a while, to the point that I told Mom and Dad I needed to go back to school a couple of days early to “get ready for my next semester.” That was actually true, to a degree. I planned on getting the textbooks I knew I’d need for a couple of classes I had to have to graduate. I’d read ahead in them in the library so that, when the time came, I could just do a quick review and spend time on other classes.
I didn’t know what to do once I was back in the comfortable confines of my little house. I lived in an old two story house that must have been eighty years old if it was a day. It was styled like old farm houses I’ve seen, where the walls of the upstairs rooms are slanted because they are actually part of the roof. These days it had three bedrooms and a common living room and kitchen that everybody shared. It was only six blocks from campus and had been a rental house for students for decades. One of my former roommates had graduated in December and the other had transferred to another school, so I had the place to myself for a few days.
I did go get the textbooks I’d intended to buy, getting second hand ones, of course. My student loans paid for things well enough that I didn’t have to work a regular job. I worked part time in the library to get spending money. That was convenient, since I spent so much time there anyway.
Eventually I got my laptop out to check email and, when I booted it, there was the Skype icon, sitting on the desktop. A promise is a promise so, it being about eight at night, I got Cassie’s number out of my billfold and typed it in. I thought nobody was going to answer until her voice suddenly came through the tinny speaker on my machine.
“Hello?”
“It’s Bob,” I said. “I promised to call and here I am calling.”
“I thought you were mad at us,” she said as her image appeared on the screen.
“I don’t know what I am,” I admitted.
“Please don’t be mad,” she begged. “Wait a minute. Let me go to my room.”
The picture went crazy as she carried her laptop to her room. When her image came back on her hair was messed up as if she’d been taking a nap when I called. She was, thankfully, fully clothed.
“Okay. Now we can talk,” she said.
“It’s just that this is all kind of crazy,” I said. “You guys are so young, not to mention the fact that we’re related.”
“I know,” she said, softly. “I don’t feel so young,” she said. “I mean sometimes.”
“That’s my point,” I said. “You don’t know how to feel so you’re trying to feel anything you can. That’s not the greatest plan. You need a few years so you can figure out who you are before you sally forth into the part of life you’re so interested in.”
“I can’t help feeling what I feel,” she said, a little truculently.
“I understand that,” I said. “I’m just saying you need to take your time. Things were kind of accelerating... you know?”
“Tell me about it,” she said. “I about died when Lori told me you’d agreed to do... you know.”
“That was a foolish thing for me to do,” I said.
“I don’t think so,” she said. “I think it was awesome. I mean you trusted us and let yourself be vulnerable and... it was just great!”
“Guys aren’t so happy being vulnerable,” I said.
“I know,” she said. “That’s what made it so... I don’t know... sexy, I guess.”
“Anyway, I’m not mad and I’ll call you again, probably not as often as Lori calls you, but I’ll call when I can.”
“Okay,” she said. “You need to call Lori, too.”
“You can tell her I’m not mad,” I said.
“That’s not what I meant. Things have changed between you. You’re not the brother you used to be.”
“That’s not a great thing, Cassie,” I said.
“For her it is. She’s never had a brother she can talk to about... important things. She needs you in her life, Bob.”
“As long as she understands I can only be there for her in normal ways,” I said.
“That’s fine. Just don’t cut her out of your life. She hated the fact that she could never get close to you and now she feels like that problem has gone away.”
“I’ll call her.”
“Good. Thanks. I’m really glad you called.”
“Get a boyfriend,” I said, gruffly.
She laughed.
“Why would I want to do that? I have you!”
And then she pushed the button to disconnect.
I didn’t call Lori until the next day. I had no idea if she was on her computer or not, so I just used the phone. She started bawling and I heard Mom ask what was wrong. The next thing I knew my mother was on the phone. I had to assure her I hadn’t been in an accident and was fine. I suggested that maybe Lori had PMS and my mom barked at me for being rude.
Lori got the phone back but I could tell she was trying to talk in code, a code I had no key to understanding. I figured Mom was hovering so I just told her I’d Skype her later that night.
When I did, my sister answered wearing a bra and panties.
“I was so worried you were mad,” she said.
“So was Cassie.”
“I know. She called me. I’m sorry, Bobby. I didn’t mean to push you.”
“I get it,” I said. “Let’s chalk it up to experience and move on.”
“Okay. Thank you. I feel so much better.”
And that was it. As tumultuous as my life had been for a couple of weeks, it looked like everything was going to settle back down and be normal again.
Things were normal after that, taking into account that I Skyped frequently with two girls four years younger than me, who didn’t mind appearing on camera dressed, half dressed, or mostly naked. Their lack of concern about modesty while they talked to me grew to seem oddly normal, somehow. I figured they were still exploring the world of adult-ness, or what they thought was the world of adult-ness.
I didn’t mind them flaunting things a bit, to be honest. I came to think that if they got it out of their systems with me, then they wouldn’t be tempted to flaunt anything with the boys they dated. It was a sort of Victor clan tradition for the parents of girls to require that they date multiple boys in high school and refrain from getting too serious with one. Part of any reunion was to gather the kids of dating age and make them listen to stories about how Aunt So and So got divorced because she rushed into a relationship with (former) Uncle Thus and Such and got serious before she realized what a dud he was. Dire warnings about moving too fast were issued and young heads nodded their obligatory confirmation that wisdom had been dispensed and received.
Of course kids are kids so all that good advice got mostly ignored, but the parents kept a tight rein on the Victor kids. Maybe that’s one reason why we didn’t have any teen pregnancies in our family history.
Anyway, the Skype sessions were all normal and slightly boring, other than the fact that I got a shot of cute girl now and then. I still thought about them when I jerked off. That fantasy was too easy to just toss aside. Not that I could just toss it aside.
That should have been a warning to me.
If I couldn’t toss the fantasy aside, why did I think the girls could?
Then, as Spring Break approached, my mother called me one evening. She asked how I was and all that, and then told me why she called.
“Your sister and cousin Cassie wanted to go to Cancun for Spring Break,” she said.
I laughed. She didn’t think it was funny.
“We aren’t going to let them, of course. It was actually June’s idea, but we wondered if we could send them to visit you in Lawrence over Spring Break. Lori is excited about college and that might get her head back in the game, being around campus. June doesn’t know what to do about Cassie. They had to make her apply to some colleges and she doesn’t seem all that eager to get any acceptance letters. We hope she’ll get energized as well if she can see the campus and be around some people like you.”
“You want me to babysit my sister and cousin over Spring Break?” My voice expressed how unimpressed I was.
“Not babysit, Bob. Just show them around. Take them to some buildings. Show them the library. Are there any labs you can get them into? Could they see any experiments or something like that?”
“That’s not how it works,” I said. “The only thing like that I know about is the team I’m on that’s building a solar-powered go cart we’re going to enter into a race in May.”
“That’s perfect!” squealed my mother. “Show them how they can do fun things at college and still get an education.”
“Come on, Mom,” I groaned.
“You don’t have to watch them every second,” she chided. “They’re big girls. They can go off on their own while you do what you need to. Just keep them away from frat houses and that sort of thing.”
My mother hadn’t gone to college. She met my father, who was in college, when he went into a coffee shop and she waited on him. I think they dated three months before they got married. All that Victor advice on not hurrying into relationships was mostly for the tender young girls in the family. I guess it didn’t apply to the men. Anyway, what she knew about college campuses was from living in a town with one, as opposed to being on one very much.
“Where will they sleep?” I asked, perking up because I’d just thought of a deal breaker. “I have new roommates.”
“They can stay in your bedroom and you can sleep on the couch. That won’t kill you for a few days.”
“I can’t afford to feed two growing girls for a week,” I tried.
“We’re sending grocery money with them, Bob. Stop trying to be difficult. This is for the success of their future.”
Long story short, my mother expected me to do this for her (and Cassie’s mother), and she wasn’t about to let a mere twenty-two year old boy obstruct their desires.
Which is why, on a brisk day in March, two very excited high school seniors descended on my house, arriving in Lori’s car, which she was unimaginably excited about being allowed to drive there without a parent in it.
There might have been a parent in it, had any of them known that both my roommates had left town for Spring Break. Their darling little girls would be alone in the house with me for a week.
Of course they didn’t know, because Lori didn’t tell them. I’d spilled to her on the solemn promise that she not tell Cassie about it until they were in the car and on the way there. Don’t ask me why. I guess the stark truth is that I did want them to come.
Even thought I had a premonition that things might get... sticky... no pun intended.
So Cassie did know the house was empty except for me when they got there and she was out of the car and running before Lori even got the engine shut off. She didn’t knock, and she came in more or less screaming.
When she found me you’d have thought she was trying to eat me. Her arms went around me and her hello kiss made it crystal clear that things were already... sticky.
No pun intended.
While she kissed me she straddled my leg and I swear she tried to rub out a little cum or something. She might have, too, had not Lori followed her in and attacked me as well.
“Don’t hog him,” complained my sister.
Then she kissed me, too. On the lips. Like a lover... not a sister.
Damned if I didn’t find my hands gripping her ass when that kiss was over.
I am sure to this day that the only reason their virginity stayed intact during the next few hours was because both of them had to pee, having been unwilling to stop for the last three hours in their excitement to get there.
So, while they were in the bathroom... I left to go get pizza.
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Cassie, it seemed, had invaded my room and, for some unfathomable reason, thought the crush she had on me allowed her to rifle through my belongings with abandon. I found her sitting on my bed, going through the photo album my mother had given me when I went off to become a man. Of course it was filled with pictures of me as a little boy.
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Your dirty mind has been going crazy lately now that you are working from home. You have an entire house to entertain these troubled k**s. You help them with their decisions for life. You undress them with your eyes and wonder how big their cocks are. Little do you know they undress you with their eyes and have much dirtier thoughts. One day this one student who was having some issues asked if you could help him out. You obviously couldn’t say no because it was your job. You also couldn’t...
I woke the next morning with an even stiffer erection than usual; images of naked bodies, hard cocks, and breasts from my dreams faded as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight. Resisting the urge to masturbate I grabbed a towel and walked naked to the bathroom, trying not to anticipate what the day would bring.After showering I threw on a pair of shorts and a clean t-shirt and went downstairs. Mum was out in the garden hanging up washing, so I got a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice from the...
OutdoorHi dosto, mera name Roy hai me rajkot ka rehne wala meri hight 5.10″ aur 6 ” lamba lund , me wese hun sidha pan kabhi kabhi masti karne wala jab moka mile kuchh naya karne lag jata meri umar 21 sal hai aap ke liye ek apni sachi gatna leke aya hun jo mera pahela experience bhi hai To aap ka time west kiye bager kahani aage barata hun bat aaje karib teen sal pahele ki hai jab muje pthay ka sok kam aur gumne ka sok jyada ho gaya tha aur us waqt muje naya naya bf dekh ne ka chaska lagatha tab...
I would've glided through the house after my shower, had I been coordinated. I ended up successfully making it from the bathroom to the bedroom without tripping over my feet, which I considered a success. Physical therapy had taught me to walk, but it had not so far taught me to be anywhere near graceful. I plopped on the bed next to Liz, who was laying there reading. It was some fantasy novel that was popular with the younger-than-us crowd, it seemed a new book series had come...
Marie was in a particularly naughty mood this morning, earlier she had masturbated to a delicious orgasm while spending some time on-line. It was only 10:00am, the kids were at her Mothers until 4:30 and she had the whole day to herself. She decided she would go out grocery shopping for awhile. Now some people might find grocery shopping tedious or boring, but Marie new how to make the most mundane tasks seem very erotic. She picked out a short red skirt, matching red shoes, and a thin white...
“Ngh! Ngh! Nggggggh!” he grunted. Karen could feel Clem’s ejaculate spewing into her wet hole, even though he was buried deeply inside her. The realization that he was going to be momentarily sucking it out of her brought her that much closer to her own orgasm. She waited until he stopped trembling, and she felt his body relax onto hers. “MMMmmmm,” she purred, “was that nice for you?” “Oh baby,” he sighed, rolling onto his side, his cock now...
I really don’t think it’s a good idea.I know that this isn’t what you want to hear right now, but I have to be honest. I don’t want to string you along, that wouldn’t be fair. I couldn’t do that to you.I try and change the subject to something more light-hearted, less dangerous, but I know that it’s still on your mind. I can’t blame you for that, because ever since we really got to know each other, I have been thinking about it too. Most days, if am truthful. It’s exciting, it’s erotic, it’s...
ReluctanceAfter driving all night, I was now somewhere in the middle of West Virginia. Daddy called frequently, but I did not take his calls. I was determined to start a new life for myself in New York City, away from conservative redneck Tennessee. My phone rang once again, but this time, it was my friend Monica. ‘Girl,’ Monica said. ‘Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you all morning?’ ‘I’m somewhere in West Virginia right now,’ I said. ‘What the hell are you doing there?’ Monica said. ‘I’m...
I was on my knees, my jogging shorts around my ankle, one large African American man had his knee in my back and my arms twisted out and back like a surf board. Another grabbed me around my jaw with one hand and squeezed and with his other hand he pinched my nose so the only way I could breathe was through my open mouth. He held my head straight facing the head of a large black dick near my lips. Don't piss on my hands nigger, he laughed. The one in front of me put the head of his cock...
Hello everyone, especially women and girls I’m Chandrakanth friends call me Chandu from Hyderabad. I am not skilled in writing stories and this is my first true story which I’ve experienced. If you find any grammatical mistakes kindly forgive me. About me I am a 25 year old handsome male with 6’1 height and atheistic muscular body and working. I always love to have sex with a girl of my classmates and neighbors and every women I see but fear comes first to me and I can’t go further. I had...
IncestA Change of Lifestyle Part 20 By Sandy Paris Melissa has surgery and a new hairdo at last. She also prepares for a new job. Chapter 46 - More big changes It was the following evening. Victoria and I were sitting in the lounge. "Victoria we need to talk. I want to manage the new salon and I want to do it as Melissa. How do you feel about that?" "I think that my girlfriend is going to be around for much longer....
I know most writers of these stories claim them to be true stories and more often then not they are fake, but my story actually happened, this is how I lost my virginity. During the summer of 2008 right after graduation I took a job at a hotel as a cashier/concierge. I was a good athlete in high school, kind of tall and thin, I always got a lot of attention from the high school girls but they never would have sex. At the hotel there was 3 Russian workers here in the U.S on a work exchange...
ye tab ki kaahani he jab mujhe 8 saal hua tha or pitaji ki transefere ki bajese hum patna ke ek gaoon me chale aaye the.wo ek police sub-inspector the.hamare ghar me me,jyoti(meri behen 4 mahine ki)papa or maa rehete the.papa ko us gaoon ke bare me kuch jankari nehni thi.us gaoon me ek sarpanch tha,jo ki bahoot hi bhayanak or kamina insaan tha,gaoon ke sabhi loag use darte the,yahaan ki police inspector bhi.us sarpanch ke do bhai the,gaoon me unhika raj chal tatha.pitaji ko iske bare me kuch...
I smiled as she sat down. Again I had that same feeling I’d had yesterday, that there was something special about her. She was just different from most of the girls at this school. In the two days I’d been there, I’d met the entire Senior class, and most of those girls seemed like carbon copies of each other. But that shouldn’t surprise me. I mean, it’s just as true for life outside of high school. I think what did surprise me was her reaction to me saying she didn’t look like an academic. Most...
The police had classified it as an animal attack, but Timothy was not so sure. When he studied the blood samples that he had collected it was clear that this was no ordinary animal. Twenty vampires were not normally easy prey. Whatever had killed them had to be very powerful. Apparently the vampires had managed to wound the creature. As he studied their killer's blood he saw something strange. Santiago had taught him all he knew about identifying vampire and their mortal enemy the...
House Across the Lake 3 by Paul G. Jutras A freshly painted bus roared over the old dirt road. The words "CAMP THUNDERCRACK" written across the side of the bus were almost hidden by the dust and gravel thrown up from the road as it journeyed through the woods with a fresh batch of camper kids inside. Pushing the blonde hair out of her face, Lesley and the other campers all sung "100 bottles of beer on the wall" as they clapped their hands together. A boy named Jason was eating a...
Alan could see he wasn't going to get any more grief from Heather for a while. He turned to Janice. She sat in her chair with her fingers still in her crotch. She looked up at him with trepidation. "You're not going to be like that with me, are you?" He laughed. Then he realized he must look like a wild-eyed, overexcited, arrogant, sex maniac. He was still riding erotic and egoistical highs, but he forced himself to calm down some and speak in kind tones. "Don't worry. Not unless...
Kenny felt Leigh’s fingers slip under the waist of his jean shorts, then, almost immediately, the elastic band of his underwear. His skin tingled. Her nails nudged the tip of the boy’s erection as she progressed. His shallow breath quickened with a sense of trepidation as he felt the tips of her fingers expanding the waistband; her hands moved out towards his hips. The cool, contrasting, room air rushed in to fill the void created in his pants. “What did I just feel down there?” her hot breath...
SeductionThat night as Sarah undressed she prepared herself for the visit of her father, before getting into bed she showered and then slipped naked into her bed. Lying there in the dark the time seamed to drag, until finally she heard her parents come to bed. She waited another hour, allowing them to fall asleep, before pushing her bedding from her bed and entangling her legs in the sheets. Sitting up she positioned herself for the best effect and then at the top of her voice cried out as though...
Incest"Command, this is Engineer Adams. I have successfully made my way down to the Reactor control tunnel, and I am not seeing shit." Command had sent Adam's to this maintenance tunnel due to heat control going off the charts and at present, he was unaware of what could be causing such a crazy reading. Flashlight in hand, the Engineer moved about the tunnels quietly, illuminating the darkness as he did so. A young man in his 30's, Adams had been stationed on the USG Henkan for years now. He knew the...