1. Awakening


    Date: 12/1/2016, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, First Time, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Author: theloneliest, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    (a) I could just improvise and use a brush handle like so many people recommend online. Personally though, I think it’s kind of gross but I wouldn’t have to worry about being discovered by dad. (b) I could order something off one of those discreet sites but I don’t know how closely dad is reviewing my credit card statements. Even though it appears as something non-descript, what would I say if he asks about it? Then there is the whole keeping it hidden matter… which I could probably find somewhere he wouldn’t accidentally come across it in my room but if he did find it I think I would die of embarrassment. Well, it’s something to think about, time to start on my morning chores and finish this week’s school work. “JUST A MINUTE,” I yell as I rummage through my dresser drawers. Dad and I are headed into town for our weekend grocery shopping and I can’t find a clean pair of underwear. I dash across my room to my laundry hamper and –ugh—jeez no, I am not going to find anything in that stinking mess. Oh well, I’m just going to have to go commando. I jump into a pair of jeans and pull on a clean bra and shirt and expediently make my way out the door. “What took you so long?” my dad asks. “I guess I got a little lazy this week and didn’t wash my laundry so I couldn’t find any clean… shirts.” I figured that’s a less awkward explanation. “That reminds me, you’re coming awfully close to missing out on this week’s allowance,” dad warns. “I know, I know, I’ll finish by Sunday, I ...
    promise.” “You’ve been doing pretty good though, I think you only missed one week since you started. Have you been keeping track of your spending and earnings on the Excel spreadsheet we made?” “Yes, dad, I haven’t forgotten: Since this generation doesn’t write actually checks for anything anymore we don’t need to balance a check book, however,” I drone on, “we still need to keep track of expenses in case the bank makes a mistake.” He grins and glances over at me, “That’s right, kiddo and who’s the bank?” “You are,” I sarcastically reply, “for now.” “And you best not forget it,” he chuckles. Dinner was delicious; steak was on sale so my dad cooked us up a 16oz porterhouse, a baked potato, and cream spinach to top it off. I obviously ate everything but I was sooo full afterward I thought I was going to burst. It was getting kind of late but if I wasn’t out with Laura we tried to keep Saturday nights our movie night. “What do you want to watch tonight?” I ask dad. “I’ve been wanting to watch that Clooney movie where he lives in Hawai’i and has the quirky and dysfunctional family.” “Meh,” I figured I’d agree to it since we picked my choices the last few times, “why not. I’ve been wondering what all the hype was about.” I queue up the movie and hit play. Unfortunately, it is not nearly interesting enough to keep me captivated and with the big dinner, food coma sets in and I’m out before I know it. I come out of my slumber just enough to feel myself being laid down and I try to ignore the ...
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