1. Blizzard


    Date: 9/27/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male/Teen Female, Author: Mystic47, Rating: 93.9, Source: sexstories.com

    She was so young. So innocent. So naïve. So trusting. And so sound asleep in the bed. The bed, not mine, not hers, not ours. I sat beside the soft lined form under the thick blanket and wondered how our lives had come to this nexus. Her lying on her side, sleeping the slumber of the blameless, unburdened by shame, guilt or the knowledge of life that comes with adulthood. Comfortable in her safety, eyelids fluttering over dreamscapes, lips upturned in a slight smile. Me? Sitting in a chair watching her. I'm not so young, so innocent or naïve and I couldn't sleep. Not on or in that bed, the only one available to us. I tried, I asked, I almost pleaded for separate rooms, then separate beds but the disheveled unkempt clerk of the disheveled unkempt motel only leered at her, winked at me and offered me 'the only room we have left.' We were trapped in a blizzard, 300 miles from where we started our journey, 240 from the end. If she weren't with me I would have pushed on into the storm, I would have relished the challenge of driving my all wheel drive through the drifts. But I wasn't alone and even worse, my body knew I wasn't alone. I was having a severe hormonal reaction to the girl sleeping just inches from where I sat. She was my best friends sister, she was my own sister's BFF. We grew up across the street from each other in a small Minnesota town. Refreshing, rural, small town values guided our lives, our past. But what was running through my mind was not rural values. Racine ...
    (Racy )Amanda Whitley was sleeping the sleep of the pure at heart while my heart blackened with forbidden lust. My cock was straining to burst through the fabric of my pants, my balls churned relentlessly and whimpered for mercy from the twisting ache of overflowing desire. Maybe it wouldn't have been a problem if she were closer to my age but eight years separated us. At 26 I'd lived a lot of life while she was growing from childhood. I was visiting my family and when I left to return to the townhouse where I lived with Racy's brother, she asked to ride along, to visit her brother. She and my sister Karla had graduated from High School a few months earlier so her parents gave her the go-ahead to stay with us for a week. Since I was driving back she hitched a ride with me for the one day trip. Only the trip wasn't going to be a nine hour drive like we'd planned. The storm raged across the Canadian border and slammed into Minnesota and Iowa with the speed of a diving hawk. The weather forecasters certainly missed their payday that time. Racy was all for driving through the blizzard and I would have if I were alone but I've seen too many stories about people getting stuck in snow drifts and freezing to death on the long barren highways. I couldn't put her in that danger so I stopped in a small town and found us a place to stay. It was during dinner that she morphed from a flighty teen girl to an alluring young woman in my eyes. The change was as sudden as it was startling. When ...
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