BadBrother
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Oct 6, 2001
- Posts
- 366
OOC:
Scott Chambers. 23 years old. 6'2"185. Blonde hair. Blue eyes.
IC:
I had the house to myself. Mom and Dad were both at work, and my younger sister had classes all day. I didn't have to go to work for another six hours. Therefore, I did what I did whenever I was home aone.
I logged on to Literotica.
And I started to read the stories.
There was quite an assortment today. Group sex. Non-consent. Interracial. Erotic couplings. You name it. And I read them all. I loved porn.
I was entranced. I was so entranced that I didn't hear my sister come in.
"I'm telling!" she said, sticking my tongue out at me.
"No you aren't," I said, playfully throwing a magic marker at her. I knew she was teasing. She'd never tell. I knew she had my back.
"Why do you waste your time reading that stuff?" she asked. "Aren't you getting any?"
Inside, I winced. Because -- unknowingly or not -- she had scored a direct hit. I wasn't getting any.
"It's all fantasy," I tried to explain. "I like to fantasize."
"Are you sure it's all fantasy?" she asked.
"Of course it is," I said. I tried to think of an example."
"Take these incest stories, for example. In these stories, brothers and sisters hop in the sack like it's the most natural thing in the world. That's fantasy. But this is real life. Look at you. You're absolutely beautiful. And -- if I must say so myself -- I'm not a bad looking dude. In the stories, we'd be having sex right here and now. But you've never thought about jumping my bones, have you?"
Scott Chambers. 23 years old. 6'2"185. Blonde hair. Blue eyes.
IC:
I had the house to myself. Mom and Dad were both at work, and my younger sister had classes all day. I didn't have to go to work for another six hours. Therefore, I did what I did whenever I was home aone.
I logged on to Literotica.
And I started to read the stories.
There was quite an assortment today. Group sex. Non-consent. Interracial. Erotic couplings. You name it. And I read them all. I loved porn.
I was entranced. I was so entranced that I didn't hear my sister come in.
"I'm telling!" she said, sticking my tongue out at me.
"No you aren't," I said, playfully throwing a magic marker at her. I knew she was teasing. She'd never tell. I knew she had my back.
"Why do you waste your time reading that stuff?" she asked. "Aren't you getting any?"
Inside, I winced. Because -- unknowingly or not -- she had scored a direct hit. I wasn't getting any.
"It's all fantasy," I tried to explain. "I like to fantasize."
"Are you sure it's all fantasy?" she asked.
"Of course it is," I said. I tried to think of an example."
"Take these incest stories, for example. In these stories, brothers and sisters hop in the sack like it's the most natural thing in the world. That's fantasy. But this is real life. Look at you. You're absolutely beautiful. And -- if I must say so myself -- I'm not a bad looking dude. In the stories, we'd be having sex right here and now. But you've never thought about jumping my bones, have you?"