My dad and I didn't talk about our first intimate encounter. I think neither one of us could, really. That evening, he avoided me and went to his room early and didn't come out. I wasn't sure what exactly he felt. Was he angry at me? I had teased him, after all, with my 20-year-old body in the best shape I'd ever had. For reasons I didn't quite understand, I had flirted with him, without even being fully aware of where I wanted it to go.
I got the call from my sister at six this morning, Mum had passed away, now both our parents were dead. Dad had died just last month, now Mum heartbroken had simply switched her life off to join him.
She had refused all medication and barely ate, she had lost the will to live and just stole away in the night. Jess, my sister had been there, but I had walked away too hurt to stay. With both parents gone my anchors in life had started to drift.
This is a long story depicting how a man who had deep routed morals entered into the World of Incest, how he became a Casanova and how he entered into espionage.
As the story has parts of Incest - so those who don't like Incest should not read this. Incest does not happen in a jiffy so it will feature at a later stage in the story not right from the beginning.
In my previous tale, I told the story of how my sister convinced me to get her character in World of Warcraft to level 65. In short, she gave me a hand job and let me finish in her mouth.
It took me 3 days to finish my end of the bargain. Since summer was still upon us and my sister was constantly working or at the lake, her play time was still extremely limited.
To say it started innocently would be a lie. My sister probably believes that's the way it began but truth be told I was really looking for a way to get in her pants. I was tired of her teasing and prancing around. Crystal has the kind of body that doesn't quit; from the age of 14 she turned grown men's heads and got catcalls whenever she was out in public. She loved to wear revealing clothes and dress like a total slut.
I got the bug to write this story last night and finished it quickly this morning. I don't use an editor so normally I'll put stories away for a period of time and then pull them back up, read them objectively, and correct errors (there always are some). But lately I've tended to put away unfinished stories for a loooong time before finishing them, or put away finished stories and then later decide to write more. So this time I decided to give it a quick once-over and then publish. I apologize in advance for any problems with spelling, grammar, sentence construction, or continuity.
Happy Summer 2015, y'all.
Karla moved the little house a few inches, "How's that, dad?"
Ben was having a hard time concentrating on his model railroad. Karla's shirt was billowing out and he was getting a good look at her breasts. "Try it a little to your left."
Karla could feel her dad's eyes looking up her shirt as she bent over. She was trying to help him place his latest building on his train layout.
"You ready for another one?" he heard his buddy Tony ask.
"No man." He responded with a drunken slur, not even bothering to lift his head from the bar. "I'm good."
"Where you staying tonight?" Tony questioned.
"Probably at my folks house." he slurred in response. "Thankfully ... my mom hasn't ... touched my room since I moved out."
The summer was always prime time for teenage boys, especially finishing up your spurt of puberty. 18-19 years old, looking to college girls who want to get drunk, party and experiment, with you gladly volunteering to be their guinea pig. The summer was time to head to the pool, to the beach and to water parks, to enjoy all of the girls running around in skimpy bikinis who want nothing but approval on how sexy they look. For some reason though, this summer, the summer before I head to college, there was only one girl who caught my eye, better yet, one woman.
I was old enough to know better. Clever enough to know better. Responsible enough to know better. I should have been able to do the right thing, the only thing.
This story recounts events beginning in the summer of 1994, not really that long ago, but an age before mp3 players and before mobile telephones really became popular.