1. Stage Texas


    Date: 8/9/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Hardcore, Incest, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Mystic47, Rating: 94.1, Source: sexstories.com

    the game on TV. My parents went to the game and of course Paula as the head cheerleader was gone too. I went almost crazy trying to project my thoughts and game plan telegraphically to Russ Holder the back up quarterback as the game score see-sawed back and forth. By the time Stage High Renegades won by two points my head felt like giant hands were squeezing it. It was Paula who bounced into my room happily to tell me in detail about the game. She was wearing her short skirt, tight sweater and a large smile when she plopped her butt onto the bed beside me. “Uhhh!” I groaned. My sister looked puzzled “Did I hurt you?” I didn’t want to tell her that the sudden shift of the bed hit me in the balls. I hadn't been with Stacy for over two weeks and my nuts were letting me know that relief was long overdue. They felt swollen and ached continuously, moving my arm to jack off hurt my ribs so I didn't. “I'm okay,” I told my sister, “what happened at the game?” Paula went into a long play by play commentary of the game while I laid back and listened and watched. As she threw her hands around describing the action I watched her lips moving, her breasts bobbing and her long legs shifting under the short skirt. The longer she sat beside me, the longer my cock got. I was getting turned on by the nearness of the pretty female and it didn't matter just then that she was my sister. After close to an hour yakking up the game (and turning me on) Paula stood away from the bed. Again the sudden ...
    shift caused my balls to flinch with pain “Ohhh fuck!” I muttered. She looked down on me, “What? What did I do?” she asked concerned. “Doesn’t matter, just go now” I wasn’t feeling very friendly. “Goddamn it Steve, it does matter, you are my brother and if you hurt I want to help! I hate seeing you all banged up and I can't do anything to make you better. What's wrong, maybe I can get you something.” She pissed me off, “There's nothing you can do except get Stacy over here for an hour or so. If you can convince her to get in bed with me I'll be just fine, my balls wont hurt any more!” I was telling her my secret but I didn't care, maybe the shock of what I was saying to drive her out of my room. Paula's mouth opened but no sound came out for moments then she turned bright red and uttered weakly “oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know” then she fled. That night I dreamed of Stacy. She came to me in the dark and laid beside me, cuddling, kissing, turning me on then her long tender fingers worked under my shorts to my throbbing erection. Stacy pushed and pulled on my hard-on until I blew a hot heavy load into my underwear. My ass was still bouncing, my balls burning warm when I opened my eyes and realized I had just experienced a strong wet dream. As I drifted in the afterglow of the intense climax I heard a sound outside my door, someone had just walked past my room, I shrank into my pillow embarrassed, hoping nobody heard me as I dreamed. Two nights later I started another dream. This was ...
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