Author: GerSHAK

Bo and Me, Chapter 8 — Sealing the Deal (fg, mast, rom)

**Chapter 8 — Sealing the Deal**

At home we put our swimwear in the laundry, then sit down for dinner. Afterwards, Mom and Dad plop down on the couch to watch a movie on TV. Bo and I say our goodnights and retreat upstairs.

“I’m gonna be on my computer,” I tell Bo when we get to my room.

“Are you really?” Bo asks, sounding a little crestfallen.

“Why, what do *you* wanna do?” I ask her, grinning.

“Um. I think you know,” she says meekly.

I shrug. “Clueless.”

“Can we, um, cuddle?” Bo asks awkwardly.

“Your bed or mine?”

“Yaaaay!” she exclaims, beaming. “Mine.”

“Okay.” I grin. “Gonna be right over. Let me change into my pyjamas.”

“Oh, right. See you in a minute!”

She goes into her room, leaving the door ajar. I change into my pyjamas while Bo does the same. I can hear the fluffing of her blanket as she crawls into bed. “Come on over,” she calls. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 7 — Spilling the Secret (fgg, rom, nosex)

**Chapter 7 — Spilling the Secret**

I peek out from behind the shed. Not far away some kids are playing soccer, but they’re engrossed in their game. I walk out ahead of Bo who’s carrying the change in one hand, our cookies in the other. I feel lightheaded and my body is warm all over. If Bo’s face is any indication, we’re both still blushing.

“You can go to the spot without me,” I tell Bo. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“By the poolside. I need to take a cold shower.”

“Oh yeah, that does sound really good. I’m going with you.”

We proceed past the soccer field to the hedge, which is really a tall thicket of shrubs some four meters wide with a few openings in it to get to the other side. “The smallest jungle in the world,” Bo says as we push our way through it, and I have to laugh.

We cross the lawn on the other side and descend down the stepped stone terrace, exchanging uncertain looks as we stop in front of one of the few cold-water showers by the poolside. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 6 — “Falling into Grace” (Part 2, fg, rom, nosex)

**Chapter 6 —** ***Falling into Grace*** **(Part 2)**

It’s still foggy the next morning, but gradually the clouds clear up — and just like that, fickle spring is back again. Bo doesn’t ask for any more cuddle time that night, and of course I’m too much of a wuss to ask for it myself, but at least I’m not scared anymore of losing my little sister’s affection. Sure, maybe we won’t go back to kissing, but our new game of breathing on each other’s skin is great, too.

On Friday, Mom announces over dinner that she and Dad have decided to get annual passes for the pool for all of us. Bo and I cheer, which makes Mom and Dad cheer, too. We’re all stoked.

The next morning after breakfast, Bo and I go up to our rooms to get ready for the pool. After she closes the door behind her I strip naked, then put on my white one-piece swimsuit with a T-shirt and shorts on top. I stash a pair of clean panties in my backpack, along with a book, headphones and my Discman, which is currently equipped with *One Hot Minute* by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 6 — “Falling into Grace” (Part 1, fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 6 —** ***Falling into Grace*** **(Part 1)**

I can’t tell where I’m at with Bo. When we see each other after school on Monday, things seem back to normal. We talk about school at lunch, then watch TV side by side on the couch, giggling and commenting on whatever Stephanie Tanner, SpongeBob and Tim Taylor are up to.

Around Bo’s bedtime, we go our separate ways. I want to snuggle with her so badly that it makes me ache inside, but at the same time I don’t want to force the issue. I feel as though she rebuked me last night, though at the same time I realize how silly and unfair that is. Even if Bo fibbed about being tired, she doesn’t owe me anything. She’s just my little sister, three years my junior at age eleven. Anyhow, Dad is right — sisters aren’t supposed to kiss each other like that.

At the same time, I’m saddened by the possibility that our kissing and cuddling might be over for good. Thinking about it gives me a lump in my throat. It felt so lovely, Bo lying next to me or nestled in my arms, the two of us sharing affection. With a heavy heart, I make a wish that my crush for her will pass eventually. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 5 — Getting Wet (fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 5 — Getting Wet**

I wake up when I feel Bo climbing into my bed. “Hey,” I say, a little groggy. Shuffling over a bit to make room, I turn onto my side to face her.

“Hey,” she replies. She’s lifted up the blanket and is now tucking herself in beside me. Rolling onto her side as well, she shines a smile in my direction.

“Back in your pyjamas?” I ask.

“Yeah. Why wear anything but your most comfy clothes on a Sunday morning?” she replies.

“You have a point,” I concede, pausing. “Why are we talking so quietly?”

“I don’t know,” she says, *still* talking quietly. We giggle.

Bo has a small towel wrapped around her hair. She’s emanating a warm glow and a mesmerizing scent of shampoo and soap.

“You look like a newly minted penny,” I tell her.

“Thanks,” she replies, beaming like one. She snuggles up closer until her face is just an inch from mine. I feel her hand touching my arm. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 4 — Taking a Bath (fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 4 — Taking a Bath**

A soft peck on the lips wakes me up. “Took to this quick, didn’t you?” I mumble. Bo giggles.

I open my eyes to see her smiling at me. We’re lying side by side. Bo moves closer so she can kiss me again. I purse my lips, waiting for her. When our lips meet, we both make smacking sounds, then laugh.

“This is nice,” Bo says.

We exchange a few mutual pecks. Unlike what I’ve seen in movies, Bo doesn’t kiss me at an angle to avoid our noses crashing into each other; she simply presses her nose to mine. I absolutely love how innocent it feels.

After a while, I open my eyes. “Don’t move,” I tell her. Bo’s eyes widen in anticipation.

I press my mouth to hers, but instead of smacking my lips I let them linger in place, nibbling ever so slightly on her upper lip. I don’t dare go any further and soon pull away.

“That felt really weird,” Bo says. After a few seconds, she adds, “But really cool, too.” Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 3 — Sleepovers (fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 3 — Sleepovers**

I take my backpack off, turn the stereo on and flop down on my bed. I’m the first one home today. History class was canceled because Mrs. Sauer is sick, so I got out at twelve and caught the train five minutes later. Mom and Dad are working, and Bo won’t be home from school till one.

Which means I can blast the music as loud as I like. I’ve got one of Dad’s CDs in my cheap stereo, *tusk* by Fleetwood Mac. We listened to it in the car on our first family vacation to Italy when I was seven, and it’s been one of my favourites ever since.

I hit play on the remote and turn up the volume. Closing my eyes, I let the music spill across me. “Over & Over” builds and swells and engulfs me in its vast waves of eerie guitars and hypnotic background vocals. It’s music from another world.

As the song fades, I realize I’m not the only one at home. Annoyed meows are coming from somewhere nearby. I stop the music and quickly manage to trace their source. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 2 — School (f, mast)

**Chapter 2 — School**

I reach over and turn off the alarm. Six in the morning. I have to leave the house around seven, walk over to the station and take the train to school. Class starts at seven thirty.

I used to have my alarm set to six-fifteen, which gave me enough time to loll around in bed for a bit before I’d have to get up, put on clothes and go downstairs for my bathroom routine. Usually I’d still have time for a mug of hot cocoa on the couch before leaving the house. Yet more often than not, lately I’ve been getting up an extra fifteen minutes early.

His tail is still tucked between my legs. I love waking up horny.

Shere Khan is a large plush tiger that lives on the side of my bed. His tail is covered with incredibly soft fur. Sometimes when I go to sleep, I pull down my pyjama pants, lie on my side and clamp my legs around his tail as I spoon him — like last night, for instance. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 1 — “It” (f, mast)

**Chapter 1 —** ***It***

I love the library. We go almost every Saturday — Mom, my little sister Bo and me. Even Dad tags along sometimes, but today he’s gone fishing with friends, so it’s just us girls.

The library’s almost on the other side of town, but since it’s a small town, it’s just a twenty-minute walk, most of it through the park. We cross the river twice, stopping on the bridges to look out for some fish of our own so we can tell Dad about it later. Mom’s really good at spotting them “sitting” in the stream. Sometimes it takes Bo and me half a minute or so to see them even after she’s pointed them out.

They built the library on the top two floors of an old monastery. I mean *really* old — it was built in the year 803. Last year, there was a festival celebrating its 1,200th anniversary. They had a booksale and a big cook-off, and at night they played movies on a large screen in the garden. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 2 — School (f, mast, nosex)

*Turns out the reason these kept getting automatically deleted is because I derped and put links in the OP, lol. Link to Chapter 1 is in the comments.*

# Chapter 2 — School

I reach over and turn off the alarm. Six in the morning. I have to leave the house around seven, walk over to the station and take the train to school. Class starts at seven thirty.

I used to have my alarm set to six fifteen, which gave me enough time to roll around in bed for a bit before I’d have to get up, put on clothes and go downstairs for my bathroom routine. Usually I’d still have time for a mug of hot cocoa on the couch before leaving the house. Yet more often than not, lately I’ve been getting up an extra fifteen minutes early.

His tail is still tucked between my legs. I love waking up horny.

Shere Khan is a large plush tiger that lives on the side of my bed. His tail is covered with incredibly soft fur. Sometimes when I go to sleep, I pull down my pyjama pants, lie on my side and clamp my legs around his tail as I spoon him — like last night, for instance. Read more »