Stepbrother: Part Three

The sequel should be available on my author page shortly: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00HM9MQJK Hope you have fun reading

Chapter 3: Training

It was hard to get to sleep that night. I was too horny to think straight and Adam had forbidden me to masturbate. I kept tossing and turning, trying to get my mind on something else. There was actually a point at around 3 in the morning when I considered texting him for permission. I didn't want to seem desperate, even though I was, so I suffered through my horniness.

I went to work in the morning and didn't get a chance to see Adam. He was still sleeping when I left. I worked my eight hour shift at Starbucks. It was one of my more stressful days. There were two women who let a line build up behind them as they tried to figure out what they wanted. There was an old man who hit on me. There was a clumsy woman who spilled her coffee on me. And worst of all, I was still horny.

The Farm, Pt. 2 [mf] [fingering]

Ali dropped Lucy off at her apartment just off campus. Neither girl had spoken much on the ride home, but Ali had handed her an envelope as she was getting out of the car.

"Do you need a ride tomorrow?"

Lucy hugged her arms around her chest, guarding off the bitter cold. "Yeah, I don't have a car…"

That evening Lucy passed by her roommate on the couch and went straight for the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stripped off her clothes and let them fall to the tile. For a long time, Lucy stared at her reflection until the steam filled the small room and fogged the mirror.

Under the hot water, Lucy scrubbed her body clean and thought back on her trial.

"Action!" Mark had shouted, walking off the set.

Immediately, James stalked forward towards Lucy's bare body, and took her by her shoulders. He was so much larger than her, in height and muscle, and he was able to effortlessly toss her onto the sheets and pillows. When she hit the floor, Lucy's breath was knocked out of her which made the men off-set chuckle.

I came on my friends mom as a young male. The memory made me associate shame with arousal. This is the story of my recovery.

This is based on a true story that I recently submitted to Reddit. HERE is the original story that led to this, and it may make more sense if you read that first. I made an AMA about it, and people suggested reconnecting with the mother, which I did. In an AMA about reconnecting, someone suggested this story. Somehow, I decided to write it. Not sure if I'm glad I did, I'm kind of a mess now. But, here it is:

(The first half of this story is essentialyl 100% true. I marked in bold where it became fiction)

BigD stood in front of the door with trembling knees. If his girlfriend had not been besides him, he doubted he could go through with it. She took his hand in hers and whispered “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to babe”. Somehow, knowing he had her full support gave him the courage to reach out, and, with a shaking hand, ring the doorbell.