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"What the -- what is SHE doing here???"
But wait. I'm ahead of myself. And it doesn't get any better. This all started a few weeks ago, when my Dad... no, that's not helping, either. My slutty whore of a sister had invited one of her friends over, and, not caring to catch one of the hundred or so sexual diseases she must have been carrying, I wanted nothing to do with them. She *had* been looking at me, but I ignored her advances as an attempt with too much makeup.
But it was late at night, and I had to go to the bathroom.
"Uhhh... ahhh... ohhhh..." I was hearing strange noises from Dad's bedroom. Ever since Mom died, he'd been "busy", going out of town "on business", bringing home some slut to bang on the few times he was home. Geez, go to a hotel or something.
"Mmm.... yeah... that feels so good..." Well, I didn't mind it. The youthful groans of the woman in his bed certainly turned me on. It was dark, and I hadn't been laid for awhile, and *they* were certainly busy.
"Yeah... ohhhhh..." I took out my cock, and started stroking it. Mmm... it felt good rubbing my hand up and down the shaft. The underside's my most sensitive part, and I certainly didn't mind the show.
"Oh yes... oh yes... ahhhhhh..." That sweet youthful voice just kept turning me on. Hey... maybe it was my sister's... nah... couldn't be! Could it?
"Ohhh... yess... yess!!!" Heheh. Old man does good. I stroked my cock harder, feeling my shaft thicken and harden in my hand. Mmm... felt good.
Except I heard a quiet chuckle at the end of the hallway. It wasn't my sister's voice. It was... oh, damn.
My sister's friend was *not* in Dad's room.
Scribe.
But wait. I'm ahead of myself. And it doesn't get any better. This all started a few weeks ago, when my Dad... no, that's not helping, either. My slutty whore of a sister had invited one of her friends over, and, not caring to catch one of the hundred or so sexual diseases she must have been carrying, I wanted nothing to do with them. She *had* been looking at me, but I ignored her advances as an attempt with too much makeup.
But it was late at night, and I had to go to the bathroom.
"Uhhh... ahhh... ohhhh..." I was hearing strange noises from Dad's bedroom. Ever since Mom died, he'd been "busy", going out of town "on business", bringing home some slut to bang on the few times he was home. Geez, go to a hotel or something.
"Mmm.... yeah... that feels so good..." Well, I didn't mind it. The youthful groans of the woman in his bed certainly turned me on. It was dark, and I hadn't been laid for awhile, and *they* were certainly busy.
"Yeah... ohhhhh..." I took out my cock, and started stroking it. Mmm... it felt good rubbing my hand up and down the shaft. The underside's my most sensitive part, and I certainly didn't mind the show.
"Oh yes... oh yes... ahhhhhh..." That sweet youthful voice just kept turning me on. Hey... maybe it was my sister's... nah... couldn't be! Could it?
"Ohhh... yess... yess!!!" Heheh. Old man does good. I stroked my cock harder, feeling my shaft thicken and harden in my hand. Mmm... felt good.
Except I heard a quiet chuckle at the end of the hallway. It wasn't my sister's voice. It was... oh, damn.
My sister's friend was *not* in Dad's room.
Scribe.