Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 2 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART TWO**

Julie stepped aside and wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulder as the elevator doors opened. Standing side by side, we peered into the barren hallway until the doors closed again.

My head was swimming as my sister rested her head on my shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I really didn’t know. There were feelings I couldn’t quite process. Shame and disgust should have been prominent, but they weren’t. Exhilaration and nervous excitement shouldn’t have been at the fore, but they were. I could have dismissed nearly any and all feelings, but there was one thing I couldn’t deny: my cock was hard as steel.

Julie took my stunned silence as a bad sign and started apologizing.

“I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I don’t know what came over….”

Her rambling, stuttering excuses were cut off once the elevator began descending and I plunged my tongue back into her mouth.

She permitted me a brief foray before pushing me away.

“Wait,” she pleaded with me. After darting a quick peck on my lips, she turned and stood by my side, as though we were no more than two regular people returning to the hotel lobby.

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 1 [Str8, MF, inc]

***PART ONE***

I love solitude.

After college, I moved away from home and never looked back. At least I tried to anyway. Putting as much time and space between me and the dysfunctional version of the Brady Bunch was the most liberating experience of my entire life.

It all started out simple enough, though. We were a family of four living just outside the suburbs of a modest second-class city. Dad worked full-time, mom was (quite literally) Susie homemaker, and my sister and I rounded out the clan.

I would be remiss to neglect mentioning our cat, because he was truly part of the familial unit. However, things didn’t end well with Bootsy, so I don’t want to talk about her right now.

Susie and John were married in 1976. Within four years, my sister and I had come along, respectively. Julie in January of 1978 and me almost exactly two years later.

Julie and I always joked that mom and dad must have only had sex once a year. To make it even funnier, we worked out that it’s possible to have both been conceived on or around April Fool’s Day. Wouldn’t that have been appropriate?

“Its [M]y Birthday” [FMMMMM] Bisexual fantasy

Its my birthday.

She blindfolds me, and leads me into the bedroom. strips me down, sensual kissing all the while. I can feel she’s dressed in sexy lingerie, garter belt, stockings, the full getup.

She tells me to lay down on the bed, spread eagle, arms out. I comply. She ties me down, one limb at a time. I’m still blindfolded.

I feel her weight on the bed as she climbs up, and my excitement rises as she moves into 69, her nipples grazing my body, her finger working their way up my thigh to my balls, and her legs on either side of my face. I strain to get my lips on her thighs, hoping she won’t wait to lower her pussy down to me.

She begins, warm, soft and wet, sucking on the head of my cock, and I’m rewarded with a teasing taste of her sweet pussy. We get into it, her teasing my cock, playing with my balls and teasing my asshole occasionally with her tongue. I’m oblivious to anything else… until I feel a mouth on the fingers of my right hand.

Waiting Pet, Part 3: Expectations [Mf] [fsub]

Even after Emily had swallowed, the taste of his cum seemed to fill her mouth. He made no move to get up and with one hand woven in her hair she wasn’t going anywhere easily. Emily sat in her in place between his legs and on her knees. She was forced to look up at him, though she would have anyhow.

Her eyes studied his naked body. Muscular but not lean like the boys she had been with previously. Just the right amount of hair on his chest and a little trail on his stomach leading to his semi-hard cock. And his face. She spent the most time looking there. Though his head was tilted back and mostly she saw his jaw line coated in the rough stubble. His blue eyes were closed. He just sat silent and catching his breath and seemingly basking in the pleasure Emily had given him. She felt proud of that. A little dirty but mostly excited.

Finally though, he released her and got up. He grabbed his boxer briefs and t-shirt and pulled them back on as Emily rose uncertainly. She glanced over at her own clothes but remembered what he had said. It didn’t seem fair that he got to be dressed though…

The Cheerleader [huml] (Part 2)

I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard my phone start ringing. I finished drying my hair and wrapped the towel around my body. I looked at my phone and was surprised to see that is was Ginny, our team captain. I wondered for a moment why she might be calling me; it’s Friday night, cheer practice was over for the week, and as far as I know, there isn’t anything going on this weekend. Curious, I answer the phone.

“Hey Ginny, what’s up? Did I leave my backpack at the gym again?”

I can hear some background noise, which made it a little difficult to understand what she said. I asked her to repeat herself so he moved to a quieter location before continuing. “Hey Meagan. There are a few girls from the team at my place. We’re going to watch a movie, play some games, and have a good old fashioned sleepover. Do you want to come over?”

Eden’s Midnight Ride [mf][exh]

Ever since Eden watched a couple having sex on a subway train on her commute home at midnight, she wanted to do the same. And when the same man, a devilishly handsome bad boy, caught her watching and told her to dress in lingerie under her coat and meet him on the platform at mid-night a week from that day, she laughed him off. But here she was, waiting for him on the subway platform, dressed in a black bra, panties and stocking beneath her winter coat on a snowy December night. She adjusted the coat, cinching the belt around her waist before wrapping her cashmere scarf around her neck. Her snatch was cold, hit with the cold updrafts seeping into her coat as she made her way down the subway steps to the near empty platform. She looked for him but didn’t see her and suddenly felt ridiculous being half naked beneath her coat. Then heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned to see him. This is crazy. She doesn’t even know his name.

Chain gang [MF][bdsm][fantasy][fsub][nc]

It was another scorching hot day on the chain gang. The sun burned bright overhead, even in the early morning, as I brought my pickaxe once more down on a rock that stubbornly refused to break. Beads of sweat ran down my brow onto my chest, the area between my breasts gleaming with moisture and mixed with dust as I struck another blow.

There were six of us shackled together that morning. Six convicts, each with five years or more left in our sentence of hard labor. Six young women, dressed in an identical uniform of a white tank top, orange Soffe shorts, and work boots, shackled together at the legs to keep us in a straight line of service. The black text printed on my ass matched the heavy metal collar I wore:

INMATE
78-43021

Watching over us was a single correctional officer, sitting under an umbrella in a lawn chair by the side of the dusty highway where we worked. His eyes stared lasciviously at each of our asses as we bent up and down, up and down. The switch and whip, used only sparingly, lay at his side.

I’m too young for sex :( pt. 24 [ff]

By Friday after school, the butterflies in my stomach were in full flight. I knew I shouldn’t be nervous. It was just Sam. It was just a dance. Mom and I sat in the living room while I put the dark blue polish on my fingernails. Mom helped me get it on my toenails without smearing. I couldn’t keep the stupid grin off my face.

“I was curious,” Mom started. She seemed a little nervous and that made me nervous. “Do any of the kids at school have a problem with you and Sam being a couple?”

“Dan and a few of the other asshole jocks tried to give us shit one day. But Simon… You remember the big catcher on the softball team? He basically told Dan he’d rip off both of his balls if he spoke to us again.”

Mom frowned, but I could tell she was amused as well. “God, don’t hurt Dan again. His mother threatened to sue us until I pointed out her *little angel* was engaged in sexual harassment at the time you nut-checked him. Once she figured out he could get expelled for doing that, she dropped it.”

A Surprise Encounter (flashback) [MF]

*10 years ago…*

“That was awesome!” She exclaims loudly as we exit the theater and head to my car. “*’Whatever your secret was, you have to agree, mine is better.’*” She quotes. “Holy shit!”

“I liked it. Christopher Nolan is proving to be quite good at what he does,” I offer.

“Didn’t he direct the latest Batman movie?”

“Yes, also with Christian Bale. I know he directed Memento, I think he wrote it too,” I add.

“That movie was crazy,” she laughs, “but good.”

“So where to now?” I ask as we arrive at my car hoping I don’t sound too forward. Sure she has slept with me once, but that doesn’t mean she will again.

I unlock the car and she opens her door smiling, “Your place?”

She steps inside and closes the door with a thud. I give a silent cheer hoping for another intense sex marathon with her. I get in and start the engine. I close my door and throw it in reverse. As I turn to check behind me I meet her gaze and smile slyly, “My place it is.”

The Cheerleader [huml] (Part 1)

This is my first time attempting to write a story. I didn’t want to just write something short; I like to “world build” when I create things, so I know part 1 doesn’t have much action, but I intend this to be probably 3 or 4 parts. Suggestions are welcome.

***

I inwardly groan as my alarm clock starts buzzing. My favorite thing about college so far has been that I don’t have a single class before ten in the morning. I lay there for a couple of minutes before rolling over and turning my alarm off. I like my room to be cold at night, and as I climbed out of my bad, I felt the cool air on my bare legs and my midriff. I could feel goosebumps rising on my arms and glancing in the mirror I could see my nipples hardening under my thin nightshirt. I’m about 5’8”, with green eyes, and light brown brown hair that comes down just below my shoulders. I’m fairly petite at only 130 pounds; I wish my boobs were a little bigger, but I am not unhappy with their B-cup size. I’ve always been told that I’m pretty, but in my mind I’m just average. I try not to think about the upcoming cheerleader tryouts as visions of making a fool of myself start to flash through my mind.