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Elizabeth's story - Chapter 4 - Gary's late night visit

Date: 10/21/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

don’t know what we should do going forward. It is wrong to continue like we have been. But I do not know if I can stop. I know we should stop; I just don’t know if I can,” I reflected both to Gary as well as to myself as I stood there. “Why should we stop? Who are we hurting?” Gary was trying to ward off my thoughts that we needed to end this intimacy. “I guess most people would say that we are hurting ourselves,” I responded honestly. “Bull shit,” Gary answered with passion. “I have not felt this good about myself since before Dad died. In fact, for the first time in nearly six months I do not want to go out tonight and get stoned or drunk. I wanted to stay in. I really just wanted to be near you.” “Thank you for saying that, but what we did is still wrong.” “How can something that makes me want to quit smoking weed and stop drinking be wrong? For the first time in six months I am thinking about getting my grades up.” I felt like Gary seemed a little fearful that I was coming to my senses. “Gary, that is wonderful. I worry about you and where you have been heading lately.” “Liz, I think I can straighten myself up if you help me. But I know I won’t do it if you decide to end what we have. I know I will just slide right back down…” The emotional blackmail was not lost on me. But there were two reasons I did not challenge Gary's thinly veiled threat. First, I knew Gary was telling the truth. If I ended the intimacies, Gary would slide back into his abyss. Second, I really ... wanted an excuse to continue. “I understand what you are saying, Gary. But you need to do the right things for you because of you, not because of me. But I do understand.” I needed time to think, and I was tired. “Gary, I am going to bed. I have not decided to end this. I don’t know if I could, even if I tried. I enjoyed today as much as you did. We’ll talk more later. Get some sleep yourself. Goodnight.” I went to my room and climbed into bed, my mind racing in all directions. But rather than feeling sexually satisfied by the discoveries I had made today and the orgasms that accompanied those ‘discoveries’, I was excited and I remained slightly aroused. Yes, I was ‘guilt ridden’, and I was overcome with shame for having succumbed to the temptation of becoming intimate with my only sibling; but I could not keep my mind from wandering right back to the tremendously exciting memory of my first ever encounter with a penis. The wonder of its magnificent function aroused me as I lay there in bed. I simply could not get the image of Gary’s large and rigid erection out of my mind, as I recalled in detail how it looked, smelled and tasted when he ejaculated. Yes, those memories had me in a perpetual state of semi-arousal; shame and guilt notwithstanding. As I lay in my bed, unconsciously, my hand moved to my vagina, gently stroking my clitoris on the outside of my panties. I was not really masturbating. I was just ‘saying hello’ to myself. I was not touching myself with any intention of ...