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Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 2

Date: 8/30/2017, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: jordeso, Rating: 88.7, Source: sexstories.com

wants to talk to someone about something. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind when I saw message popups climb the corner of my screen. ~*Camille*~ says: hey ~*Camille*~ says: dont start watching stuff or playing poker ~*Camille*~ says: and make sure theres a lot of cash in your wallet What? I was about to respond when I saw her messages get quickly deleted one by one. Then I heard the sound of Cammi's footsteps as she walked past my room and downstairs. A few minutes later heavier footsteps came back up. Then someone knocked on my door. My mom stepped in. "Jordan you're not doing anything right now, right?" I shook my head and said, "No." "Great," she replied. "Can you go with Camille to Superstore and pick up a few things?" "Now?" I asked. "Won't Dad do the groceries on his way home?" "Yes but Camille wants me to teach her how to bake cupcakes before your father gets home. We're low on baking powder so if we're going to buy more might as well do the groceries while we're there. Or do you expect Camille to carry all those bags the whole way back?" "The whole way back? From the garage to the kitchen?" "Oh I'm not driving you two. You can just walk." "What? What happened to 'while we're there'?" "By we I meant you and Camille," she said cheekily. "I have to write some emails but I should be done by the time you get back. It's only 5 minutes away anyway, you could use the exercise." "Are you saying I'm fat?" I retorted with false offense. "Yes," she countered in total ... deadpan. "Oh." "Camille's waiting for you," my mom said with a lilt in her voice as she left my room. I remembered what Cammi had said in her message and made sure I had over 200 bucks in cash before I headed downstairs. I'll be paying for the groceries by credit card anyway, so $200 should be more than enough for whatever Cammi's after, right? As I went to the front door I saw Camille leaning against the wall waiting for me. "Cupcakes, huh?" I asked as I slipped on my shoes. "Yeah. Something wrong with cupcakes?" "No. As long as you don't burn them." "Because you haven't loved everything I've ever cooked or baked, right?" "Fair enough." We'd been walking in silence for about a minute when I decided to bite the bullet. "So...you made up this cupcake reason to give us time to talk with no one around right?" "Uh...no," she answered, "I really do want to make cupcakes. But that too." "Killing two birds with one stone, eh?" "Three, actually." "Three? What's the third bird?" "You'll see when we get there," she replied coolly. Uh oh. She's gonna blackmail me to buy her something expensive isn't she? What could she possibly want in the Superstore that Mom or Dad wouldn't buy for her? We walked for another 30 seconds or so before I bit the bullet again. "Soooooo..." I blurted. "Yeah," Cammi said softly. "About last night..." I continued awkwardly. "I can't believe you ejaculated inside me," she said bluntly. "Oh my God Cammi I am so, SO sorry." "That's how you get pregnant, you know? I ...