1. Forgiveness and Reconciliation - Chapter 1 - Everything has a Beginning


    Date: 7/26/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Incest, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: Nanomd, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    try in some way to make my life hell. The following few days after we'd get home from school, she'd hurry upstairs and into her bedroom, where she'd lock the door and loudly go to town on herself. The first time she did this, I leaned against her door and jerked off with a violent desperation. A technique my friends and I would later come to call "wolfmanning". It left me wheezing against her door, with my pants around my ankles, trying to fish out my inhaler from the crumbled mess. Once I'd caught my breath again, shame and regret were the only real emotions I felt, replacing the savage need to cum I'd felt earlier.. When she repeated the act the following day, I didn't follow her. I felt ashamed of what I'd done, and I think she knew it. I'm certain the entire act was to seduce me in some manner, and when I didn't follow her the third time, she gave up her game. Her response to when I asked what girls tasted like was equally cheeky. It was to wander away from me for a few minutes. Then she snuck up behind me and stuck 2 fingers in my mouth, covered in her juices. I sputtered at the sudden assault of smell and taste, that pungent saltiness of sexual fluids. I spun around and glared at her, before growling, "What the heck was that for?" She laughed and danced away, singing, "Now you know what I taste like." My face became a blank slate of confusion and shock. Once I understood what had just happened, which took me more moments than I'd care to admit, I waddled to upstairs ...
    as quickly as the jeans around my erection would allow me to move. Needless to say I was not much more than a pool of cum in my room for the remainder of day. These little teases went on. At the best of times they were a minor distraction, getting in the way of my school work and video games. At the worst of times, they left me in a near hyperventilating state, laying on my bed as I reached for both the tissues to clean myself off, and the inhaler to keep me alive. I make this sound like she's some terrible person for doing these things to me, but let me assure you that isn't the case. She never once laid fingers on me when I didn't want her to. She always stopped her teasing before she herself caused an attack. It was my self-flagellation which was a much larger problem than her actions, even if her actions were the root of it. Rachel graduated high school the year before I did, which of course makes sense seeing as how she's a year older than me. It was all joy and laughter at the graduation party. Our Father's sisters came, both of them all cackling and dressed in gaudy leopard print with giant fake rings. Both of our Grandparents came, which was shocking to say the least. Neither of them could really tolerate the other, and the only reason they really ever saw the other pair was their mutual love of us. Though at times that wasn't enough to stop our Grandmothers from throwing insults at each other while our Grandfathers stood in rooms at opposite ends of the house, trying ...
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