1. BLITHE


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

    putting her elbows on the counter top. “Look Jake; you’re a big guy. You could probably take this Greg fella; and you’re good looking as hell.” and looked me in the eyes. “If she was going to make a guy jealous, she picked the right guy for the job.” Yeah, I heard her. But the cleavage she thrust in my face distracted me. I had to close my eyes, turn away, and open them up again. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” I feigned, “Besides, you’re only saying that because I’m your brother.” looking around for something else to focus on. “Look at me.” she demanded, grabbing my chin with finger and thumb, pulling my head to face hers. “You’re going to be a hunk of a guy. Hell, I’d take you on if you weren’t my brother.” I started to protest but she held me firm, “Once you get to know these people around here, the girls will be fighting all over you.” and let my chin go. “Yeah, I can’t see that happening.” I retorted, watching her stand up straight. “You’re old enough to start worrying about girls.” she stated matter-of-factly. “Mom and dad aren’t going to tell you this, but you better start getting protection before you start pounding them like rabbits.” Great, the birds and the bees talk from, of all people, my sister! “Look sis, I don’t plan to start…” I started. “Yeah right, what you need is a crash course on girls.” she interrupted. “Maybe someone older, you know; more mature.” and tried to explain it better, “Instead of somebody like Penny, of course; taking advantage of you ...
    like that.” patting my arm. She had gone off the deep end. “Look, I know you mean well, but I can’t…” “Now tell me, have you gotten your pencil wet?” she asked nonchalantly, putting the bread away. “Ok, that’s none of your business.” I argued, turning red. “So that’s a ‘no’ then.” she deduced. “That’s ok; probably best really.” and grabbed the 2-liter to put back in the fridge. “Hold on, I’m not telling you…” I defended. “No, you aren’t. But if you did get laid, you’d be bragging like any other guy would.” she rationalized. My sister was smart. I’m not denying that. But she used it to try and use me; often, as a means to help herself. Cell phones are a good example. She’d convinced my parents into letting us have one so we can stay in contact with them. She used me to help sell the deal. ‘Who knows how much trouble a boy can get into?’ to quote her selling point. But I would bet you’d find more conversations with her friends than you would of her calling mom or dad to check in with it. But I’d gained from it as well. Who doesn’t like games and access to the internet? Of course, I never spent much time on the phone. I spoke my business and said my good-byes. Yet, if I could just pay for google instead of the rest, I’d probably be just as happy with it. But sis; she gained the most from the help she gave me. There were times that she spent hours on it. Me? I gained a bill every month that I didn’t know I needed. So, pardon me if I’m not a little skeptical about the help Julie ...
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