1. When the Need Strikes - Chapter 6 (Final)


    Date: 11/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Incest, Mind Control, Pregnant, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: PantheWriter, Rating: 93.3, Source: sexstories.com

    ended up sleeping together. The next morning, neither of us spoke about it, but we silently agreed that that was the last time—for real. And then, two weeks later, at Petra’s housewarming, we did it again. It was just so…easy. We’d spent so much time together, we knew each other’s bodies so well. And we really did love each other—that wasn’t something the sick old man had added, he just…accentuated it, I guess. Petra is probably the person I’m closest to in the whole world. I love her in a way that I’ll never love anyone else, and I know she feels the same way about me. Don’t get me wrong, I know how fucking wrong it was. So did she. But after few drinks, or a particularly bad day, or even just when there was nothing else to do but sit in our big empty houses and slowly go mad…we’d turn to each other for comfort. And it was comforting. There was love, there was a connection, there was a history…and there was just good old-fashioned chemistry between us. No one ever caught us, or even came close. Maybe we were lucky, maybe we just had a gift for sneaking around. Having our own places probably helped…I’d go around to Petra’s to help her move some furniture, I’d stand too close or something like that, and we’d just lean in and start making out like a pair of horny teens. I tried to get her out of my system, truly I did. I even went around to Lord DeGrave’s and took him up on his offer. When I got there, there was a girl in cat ears waiting to see him…I never did find out what ...
    that was all about. Bethany was incredible, don’t get me wrong. Those boobs…those legs…that submissive side that she just couldn’t hold back. But it wasn’t the same. I considered taking a trip around the world, but it wouldn’t erase the memories. I even considered becoming an alcoholic, but every time we had a drink, it’d happen again. I spent weeks, months…hating myself, tempted to go to the casino and burn through my whole fortune in a night. It was taking over my life…killing me…and I’d have bet my life that Petra felt the same way. Finally, I knew what I had to do. * * * “The Cookes are here to see you, sir.” “Who?” “The Cookes, sir. Petra and Craig.” “Ah, yes! Back for more, is he? Well, I don’t need you for the rest of the day. Go on, Bethany, you’ve earned yourself a piece of young meat.” “His sister is here too.” “So? You’re bi, aren’t you?” “Yes, sir, but…they’re here to see you.” “Hmmph. Well…send them in. And offer them tea. They’ll say no, but I want to see the look on their faces when they do…” “This way, sir, madam. Tea?” “No.” “Of course, madam.” “No thanks, Bethany.” “A pleasure to see you again too, sir.” “Okay, enough small talk. What is it that you two are after? I do hope you’re not going to be troublesome. That would be…unfortunate.” “It’s not that, Lord De—…” “We’ve shared a woman, lad…call me Mason!” “Fine. Mason, Petra doesn’t know why we’re here.” “What was that? Speak up, girl?” “I said that I didn’t want to come.” “It was my idea, sir. We…I…I want you ...
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