1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    Man, I did not want to get up out of bed the next morning. “Jake!” followed by, ‘pound, pound, pound’, and then repeated, brought my head up off of the pillow. The alarm was going off and my sister was beating the crap out of the door. I moaned and sat up, “All right!” I yelled. Hitting the alarm, I threw on cut-offs and deck shoes. Throwing open the door, I dang near plowed into Julie; a wash towel in one hand on her hips and the other blocking my exit. “What were you doing?” she asked, drumming her fingers on the door frame. “Sleeping.” I replied, trying to get past her. “You were whacking your willy.” she accused, poking me below the belt. “That was last night.” I admitted, and squeezed under her arm to get out. She grabbed me from behind, right on the back of my cut-offs. “Yeah? Who were you whacking off to; Penny?” she asked behind my ear. I turned and looked her in the eyes. “The lady staying in room two,” I said, “if you really want know.” and turned back to go. “Wait… seriously?” she gasped, tugging me back to her. I was aggravated by then, “Come on sis, let me go.” “She’s leaving, you know?” and let go of me. I stumbled and almost fell. Catching myself, I turned around. “What, how do you know?” “I served her breakfast and she told me she was headed back to New York.” she sighed, “I guess she got done assessing the bottling plant.” I didn’t get to say good bye to her. I wanted to catch her if only for that reason. I headed for the door. “Wait! You really were…” ...
    Julie called, but I didn’t hear the rest as I was running to find Amy. I found the door to her room open and no sign of her. I headed downstairs, out the back, and went to the parking area. Her car was gone but I thought I saw it headed down the road, towards the interstate. It was a shame; my last memory of her would be her turn signal. While I stood there, another van pulled in. I turned to see them exit. A guy with a Hawaiian shirt stepped out and the side door slid open. The passenger door opened and a woman stepped out. A little kid popped out the side with a drink in one hand and potato chips in the other. Following him was a girl my age, trying to keep her brother from running off. Flip flops and soccer shorts, halter top and long red hair tied back, came into vision as I looked up to green eyes. “Hey.” she said, gripping her sibling by the shoulder. “Hi.” I replied, “Got a live one there, huh?” She rolled her eyes, “Fifteen hundred miles with him.” and sighed, “I’m ready to leave him here.” “Oh no, don’t be pawning your problems off on us.” I chuckled, “That’s your cross to bear.” and ruffled the kid’s hair. “You stupid.” he said, getting away from my reach. I noticed her dad was pulling luggage out and went to help. Grabbing one in each hand, I told the daughter and son, “Come on in, I’ll get you settled. What’s the last name?” “Frye.” the dad grunted, pulling out a trunk-sized piece. “Oh, I just love the columns!” the wife said, ogling the front of the estate. “Where’s ...