1. A Sibling Love Story


    Date: 5/31/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Romance, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    already got me so much,” I replied, taking the bag, giddy with getting another present. I opened the bag and pulled out the first of two boxes, a Grease musical doll of Sandy dressed in her Rydel cheerleader’s outfit looking so sweet and innocent. I pulled out the second box which was of Sandy after her transformation, dressed in a black leather pants she wore at the end of the film. I looked up at him, giddy with the thoughtfulness of my brother and warmed by the thought that he remembered something from so many years ago. He smiled, “In many ways you remind me of Sandy.” “I do?” I asked, curious where he was going with this. “Of course,” he explained. “You are sweet, innocent and beautiful like cheerleader Sandy and...” He stopped and I pushed him on frustrated by his not finishing his thought, “And?” “And,” he continued, “yet, it seems, you are also naughty, sexy and drop dead hot like leather pants Sandy.” “Oh my,” I gasped, my whole body melting by my brother’s very accurate understanding of me. I was innocent like Cheerleader Sandy and yet I had a naughty side, a wild side, desperate to break out like Leather Pants Sandy. “You are perfection, Jayda no matter what version of Sandy you want to be,” he said, taking my hand and giving it a soft squeeze. I wanted to fuck him right then and there, to give myself to him unconditionally and would have if I wasn’t in the Majestic Theatre just about to watch Act 2 of my favorite musical ever. As if on cue, to protect me from a ...
    growing hunger I was beginning not to be able to sedate, the lights dimmed and I was again pulled into the romantic world of over a hundred years ago. I again envisioned I was Christine and trying to balance the expectations of society with her own desires, my own desires. As Christine loved the Phantom, I loved my brother; as Christine couldn’t resist the temptation of the Phantom, I could no longer resist the temptation of my brother. As my favorite song of the play was performed, I crossed the last invisible boundary, my own Point of No Return, as I slyly moved my hand to his leg and slowly slithered up until my hand rested firmly on his, I was happy to find, fully erect cock. A slight gasp left his lips on contact, but he didn’t move my hand away, instead, moving his right hand to my leg. His hand on my leg had my pussy burning up and I wanted his hand to move further north, to touch my tingling pussy. Yet, as if he knew that was what I wanted and knew the power he had over me, he just allowed his strong hand to linger there...a tease...a temptation...a major fucking distraction. Trying to imply my need, my permission, I slowly rubbed his cock through his dress pants, but his hand remained glued to my leg, his face remained stoic and unreadable. Time could not move fast enough as I returned my attention to the play, trying to focus on the climatic ending, to the show I had wanted to see since I can’t remember when...yet now I had a new climatic ending I wanted to see and, ...
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