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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

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Anonymous 17/08/07(Mon)19:55 No. 25116 ID: 3779aa

Curious if anybody knows where I can find this or has it saved. I forget the title, but I'm pretty sure it was on either Hentai Foundry or Literotica. It was basically a guy is a huge fan of an all transgirl rock band and got invited backstage after a show and fucked by some of them. His girlfriend is cool with it but tells him not to do it again, but obviously he goes and does it again. It was 2 or 3 chapters long. Either I'm an idiot and don't remember where it was hosted or they deleted it.




READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.
Adios,
Cowboy




The Umbrella Hitch (Mg, loli, voy, slow) AnonyMPC 16/07/18(Mon)18:37 No. 24459 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Sometimes people ask if I'm still writing. And I have been... I rarely stop, really, aside from occasional breaks, it just sometimes gets really slow.. And more annoyingly, I've just not been finishing a lot of stuff... some of what I get excited about writing peters out long before it's finished, leaving me with nothing postworthy. Frustrating, as you can imagine... it feels like a lot of writing for nothing, at least unless I get back to finish it one day. And maybe I will.

But at last, I finally have some stuff ready to go, save editing, and this is the first.

Before you ask, no, whatever ongoing project you were about to ask about is not one of the things I have waiting to post... it may well be somewhere in the mass of unfinished stuff piled up on my hard drive.

The Umbrella Hitch by AnonyMPC (Mg,loli, voy, slow)

Chapter One:

Sometimes I wonder if it was Fate after all, because so many events seemed to conspire to put me at that place and at that time, and if even one of them was different on that afternoon, I probably wouldn't have crossed paths with her.

First, there was that I got off work an hour early. One of my co-workers needed to pay for some emergency dental surgery, and most of us were letting him pick up an hour here or there from our shifts. I certainly didn't mind going a little early, although the weather made it complicated. That was the second thing. The best forecasts said it wasn't supposed to rain until the evening. Yet, just after 1pm, it started to drizzle. Ten minutes later, it was going hard. I'm talking torrential downpour. And it all happened just a few minutes before I started on my long walk home from work.

I didn't have my own car. Sometimes I was able to use my mother's, but usually she needed it, and that day I was out of luck. And there are buses, but not in a convenient straight line between my work and home. In order to get from one place to the other, I would have to make several transfers, waiting at each, often in the very weather I'd be trying to avoid. On the whole it took twice as long as just walking, which itself takes about half an hour. It was a pain in the ass and I kept telling myself to quit and try and get a more convenient job, but I didn't want it to reflect badly on my cousin, who recommended me.
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Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/07/22(Sat)19:25 No. 25101 ID: ef02bd

You write very interesting characters, but the MC's resistance being such a massive thing ruins the flow of the story.

This is your brain on feminism - guilt even when a young woman you know damn well you want is practically throwing herself at you.


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Anonymous 17/08/15(Tue)03:18 No. 25122 ID: d4e681

That story was perfect. Thanks a lot OP.
I feel very sad now.


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Anonymous 17/08/21(Mon)13:53 No. 25131 ID: 383a20

>>25101
because fucking twelve-year-olds is perfectly legal as long as you're not a feminist




Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.


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Anonymous 17/08/15(Tue)09:04 No. 25123 ID: 6d0371

That is not correct, she's 12 as per the latest story update

> and my little twelve year old girlfriend appeared in the doorway to my room


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Anonymous 17/08/16(Wed)04:21 No. 25124 ID: 2e0c2e

>>25081
OP feed us. We need more!


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Anonymous 17/08/21(Mon)07:42 No. 25130 ID: c4043f

>>25123

If she aged in real-time with the updates, her granddaughter would be 12.




Two Become One grotto 14/03/03(Mon)10:20 No. 21280 ID: 28d1dc [Reply]

Hey, I'm grotto and here's the current version of Two Become One. I originally wrote this story to be posted on 4chan's /d/. The version posted on Oblimo's site here ( http://oblimo.pbworks.com/w/page/5537707/Two-Become-One ) is from summer 2008, and what appears here has been edited significantly since then. Please enjoy... As always, I have many ideas for the story that I've been nursing for years, but I can't promise new chapters within any reasonable timeframe. I will post them when I write them.

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I

Sara sat on her bed, still not quite able to believe what she was hearing. The person beside her seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, wearing a loose gray t-shirt, short brown hair and a baseball cap. "See, feel me, I'm just like normal, right?" Sara hesitantly reached out her hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. She could feel the bones in her arm, the pulse in her veins.

"Ok, now watch." The girl leaned forward and closed her eyes. In less than a second, gigantic breasts swelled into being on her boyish frame, stretching the fabric of the t-shirt. They were ludicrously large, puffing out into mounds around her areolae - C-cups in their own right - and the nipples were clearly visible, erect, three-quarters of an inch wide. The new breasts jiggled with their own momentum as the girl gently shook them back and forth. "Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to her when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue. The girl let out a squeak of laughter.

"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, decohering in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun that came down through the window. Gone were the ludicrous breasts. Her face was vaguely similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.

"I can control pretty much everything about myself." the girl said. "Feel the dress." Sara reached out and took some fabric, rubbed it in between her fingers. It felt like fine fuzzy velvet. The girl smiled. "That's as much a part of me as my body or my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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grotto 17/08/18(Fri)05:51 No. 25126 ID: 0cb6a5

>>25121
I am indeed!


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Izu 17/08/18(Fri)16:06 No. 25127 ID: 31c9db

>>25121
Thank you very much for the kind words there! It actually gave me a boost in motivation in writing my take on the story, I'll be sure to give mt best on this chapter.

>>25126
Thanks a lot for being open with the alternate take of your story. I've got a couple of questions to ask regarding the story in private, do you have any sort of other account on a different site I could chat on? Discord, Twitter, HentaiFoundry, etc?


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grotto 17/08/19(Sat)04:57 No. 25129 ID: 66d023

>>25127
Hmmm, you could reach me by PMing Grotto on Futanaripalace




Accidental Motherfucker Evil+Empire 14/11/28(Fri)12:39 No. 22880 ID: 38de42 [Reply]

Accidental Motherfucker


(futa on female, teen, incest (daughterxmother), shower masturbation


Jerking off in the shower is almost always an exercise in frustration for me. Even while I'm fapping away there's an invisible clock in the back of my head ticking away the seconds until either I run out of hot water or Mom busts into the bathroom to yell at me for using up said hot water. On top of that, for me standing up while jerking my cock isn't the most comfortable position, it's much easier to spank out a load sitting or lying down. But mostly it's that fucking clock in the back of my head counting down the seconds that makes jerking off in the shower so damn har-er, difficult.

Given a choice I'd much rather toss a load off in my bedroom and I usually do when given the opportunity. That is, when my little sister isn't home or is otherwise occupied with something that keeps out of our bedroom. Yeah, I share my bedroom with my sister. How much does that absolutely blow?

Anyway, to get to the point, my sister was home and I was furiously beating off in the shower. I stroked my well-soaped cock with my right hand while clutching a bar of soap in my left in case my cock needed a re-soaping.

I was in the zone, or nearly so. I could feel that familiar and welcome pressure at the back of my cock and I knew that soon I would reach the point of no return. I was fantasizing about the girls in my gym class. Or more specifically, fantasizing about fucking them all in the girl's locker room. I pictured them all naked and lined up; faces pressed to the cold concrete floor with their smooth round asses up in the air for my inspection.

As my fantasy-self lined up behind a pretty blonde whom I hated I groaned and tilted my head back. I was so close! The thought of hate-fucking that little bitch was driving me closer to the edge and I pushed my body into a taut arc, standing up on my tippy-toes in anticipation of my long-awaited cum.
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Anonymous 17/07/27(Thu)22:50 No. 25105 ID: 56e1d6

Fuuuuck, please write more. I don't even like futa but these stories really turned me on.


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Anonymous 17/07/28(Fri)12:59 No. 25107 ID: fa3a37

I know I can't be the only one who wants Summer to fuck Autumn stupid.

...

Course, the whole incest thing makes me wonder if maybe the whole family is going to have an orgy in the near future.

But over all this is good, can't wait for more.

And Summer is, of course, a horny teenager.


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Anonymous 17/08/19(Sat)03:15 No. 25128 ID: 389ebd

More, please mooore!!!
That's so good! Thank you!
But give more please!




The New Box | TG, MF TG_Wave 17/05/20(Sat)06:48 No. 25034 ID: 5cd996 [Reply]

Hey all, I'm a TG erotica author. I've actually written a bunch of stories (some for sale), but I'm about half way through my magnum opus, a TG story about cheerleaders, drugs and bodysuits. Its more complex than anything I've ever attempted, but I really, really want to get it right. If I had someone willing to edit it and/or bounce ideas off would help me make it everything I think it can be.

Truthfully, all of my stories could use an editor, but even my wife doesn't know the content of the smut I write, so I'm asking if anyone here is interested. Without this site, I never would have published any of my stories, so I wanted to come back and ask for help one more time.

Following this is one of my shorter stories (which I'd be happy to receive feedback on), but all my erotica is available here:

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mithrilmight
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The New Box
By EC

David was unbelievably, undeniably, overwhelmingly bored. Grimly he fiddled with his phone, debating another round Candy Crush as the minutes crawled by. Sunlight poured through the window, but David wasn’t deceived, it was mightily cold outside. He sank deeper into the old couch, ignoring the draft from the old windows, checking his phone for any new messages that had arrived in the last thirty seconds.

Since his university was all but abandoned during the long weekend, David had unexpectedly decided to return to his childhood home, only to discover his parents had left for a cruise without telling him. He had the old Victorian house to himself, but things had changed since high school and many of his friends were off working or spending the weekend on their own college campuses. Loneliness formed an oppressive weight that dulled his senses. Minutes passed like minuscule eternities while he struggled with extreme cabin fever. None of his friends were around to help lift the fog of depression that had settled all about him.
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Anonymous 17/08/12(Sat)01:57 No. 25119 ID: 041158

This was really great!




Lets Hold Hands Anonymous 16/12/31(Sat)08:54 No. 24859 ID: 375e0d [Reply]

Tags: incest, M(17)g(11), kinda vanilla other than maybe a trap showing up later maybe

I want more stories where incest hook ups are more deliberate as opposed to "Caught ya naked/masturbating, let's fug." So I tried this out. I set the girl's age at 11, but the way I wrote her dialogue might be more appropriate for like 14 or something. Who knows? I'm new at this and am desperate for feedback

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Everyone's heard the expression of wells running dry, right? What I did was more like filling the whole damn thing up with rocks, or poison. Had no one else to blame but myself, too. Really, man. I didn't realize how lucky I was till after I fucked everything up. I mean, I ended up finding a new well, so to speak, and honestly the set up I've got now is waaayy better. But anyway, I guess I'll start from the beginning, right?

I'm a junior at Cadia Christian Academy high school, and holy shit the girls here are fucking heavenly. Wow, why can't I be witty like that for English class? Anyway, way more often than not the girls are either hot, gorgeous, beautiful, or a combination of all of the above with some cute and adorable sprinkled in. Also, what they say about Christian girls being sluts? True. But, like. They're complicated and contradictory sluts. That's exactly why I'm in this situation in the first place. Wait, was I supposed to tell you more about me before getting to that part?

People sometimes kinda poke fun at me for being the quintessential jock type. I'm not the star quarterback, but I'm tall (6'2"), and I for sure have gains (220 pounds, like 17% body fat or something last I checked). You kinda gotta be big to be a linebacker, you know? I'm not afraid to admit I'm not the smartest dude, either. It took so much God damn effort to get a C in chemistry. And algebra. And history and english and... you get the idea. I'm lucky and grateful for my genetics, though- big and fit, brown hair and blue eyes, and I guess kinda charming? Mainly I just know how to play to my strengths without freaking out when I talk to girls. That's what worked on dozens of Cadia Christian Academy girls, so I'll take it.

I've got a raging libido, so it was pretty damn great that so many girls at CCA were down to fuck or mess around. The key was discretion, mostly. That, and paying attention. It's important for keeping up appearances. Like, say last week I was talking to Esther, this smoking senior girl. On the surface we talked about bible verses and Godly living, mainly so our beloved puritanical teachers and staff wouldn't be suspicious. But, when we started making eyes at eachother, there was a different context completely. At that point, all she had to do was mention how her parents go to bible study wedensday nights, but she st Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 17/05/17(Wed)17:12 No. 25031 ID: e22b1d

>>24867
This really needs to carry on, OP.


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Anonymous 17/06/05(Mon)14:59 No. 25054 ID: c0bb58

please come back


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Anonymous 17/08/09(Wed)19:25 No. 25118 ID: c18026

please update this




Change is inevitable. Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/04/17(Mon)01:33 No. 24998 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

My name is Seamus. Yeah, I know. Pronounced Shay-muss. I come from an Irish family. We came to America a few years before I was born. My father ran a Bar and nightclub until he and my mother were killed in a plane crash when I was 25. I had been living on my own for a few years at that point, working a steady job at a goth nightclub alongside a good friend of mine, Johnny, who was half Irish and half Japanese. I had to take a month off of work to deal with all the arrangements. They were thankfully understanding. Johnny was there for me the whole time, and his little sister Alice would come over with him now and again. She was such a cute little thing, with her almond-shaped brilliant green eyes, pale skin, and slightly ruddy cheeks. She'd sit with me for hours at a time playing videogames and listening to music, and being surprisingly intelligent for a 10 year old. Johnny would joke that she had a crush on me and she'd poke him in the ribs and tell him to stop. I was incredibly thankful for their company in my time of need. A couple months later the funeral was held, and dad, a former IRA fighter, was a devout catholic, so we had a catholic service and burial, Father Davis once again asking me to come to sunday service. I politely refused, as always. I've not cared for religion since I was a child.

After a couple more months, I decided to leave my job at the club and head off to college to get a degree. I said goodbye to my friends, little Alice giving me a great big hug, and off I went. A few years later I had a few trade licenses under my belt, and I got to work as a contractor back home. It was slow going at first, but after a few months I had a pretty decent business going, and had purchased a nice apartment and a motorcycle. Johnny had been busy, and called me up to go over and hang out that weekend. I had a job I was headed to early saturday but promised to show up afterwards.

That saturday I headed out to the job site, where they wanted me to assist in rewiring some office building undergoing renovations. Sweaty, dirty work, and by the end of it I was tired, sweaty, and covered in some kind of plastic dust. A promise is a promise, though, so I headed over to Johnny's place with a quick stop for a bottle of whiskey and a quick change of clothes at home. His house was gorgeous. His parents had purchased this little run-down old victorian house, fixed it up, and sold it to him under the instruction that he let Alice live there too so she could go to school in the city, then they moved on to flip another house. Apparently they'd been doing this for years before him and I had met at the club. Perfect house for a goth, really. Green shingles, dark red brick, and green wooden siding. I knocked at the door, and Johnny opened it with a big grin on his face.
"Great to see you, man. How've you been?" He said, motioning me inside.
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Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/06/14(Wed)22:45 No. 25061 ID: ef02bd

I heard the phone ring. It was Thursday. I hadn't had any jobs for the last few days so I'd gotten drunk last night and passed out on the couch watching cheesy slasher flicks. I felt my head pounding.
Groggily I answered the phone with a brief "Yeah?"
"Uh...hey. This a bad time? You ok?" came the voice from the other end. It was, to my surprise, Alice, the object of my dreams for the last few days.
"I'm just hungover. What's up?" I answered.
"Can I come over for a bit? I'll help you feel better." Now that had some interesting images in my head. I considered for a moment.
"Just make sure Johnny knows."

Two hours later she buzzed up to my apartment. I threw on a tshirt and went to the door the moment she knocked on it. I really wasn't sure what to expect.
She smiled at me from the hall, Red lips and simple black eyeliner. As always, she could wear anything and look gorgeous, but today she looked adorable.
I ushered her in, blinking at the brightness of the hallway lights. Fucking florescent shit. I don't know why anyone thought that was suitable for lighting.
She was saying something about school, but I was distracted by both my hangover and the tshirt she wore, cut and tied in a laddering pattern but leaving her flat-but-defined stomach visible and hanging off of her shoulders, looking even better with her tight black jeans and that fantastic ass of hers I'd never fully appreciated. Suddenly I realized she'd stopped talking and was watching me looking her over. I reached a hand up and scratched the back of my neck. I felt my face flush a bit with embarrassment when I made eye contact with her.
"I'm gonna make you some tea." She said with a sly smile. "Drink this." She handed me a bottle of pepsi.
Smooth, I thought to myself, and sat down on the couch. I drank the pepsi with a couple hangover relief tablets. Within a few minutes she sat down beside me.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Head's better. Stomach's a touch queasy. Sorry for eyeing you up earlier."
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Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/07/22(Sat)20:43 No. 25102 ID: ef02bd

Sorry it's been taking me a while to get back to this. Life comes at you fast. Sometimes wielding a shotgun and a copy of the Necronomicon.

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When I woke up it was sometime in late evening. I felt comfortable warmth against my side. Alice was curled up to me, her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. I could feel her rhythmic breathing. I felt some small sense of guilt. What we'd done was clearly illegal, but it was what we both wanted. I should have had more responsibility, maybe been more in the mindset of caretaker, but she was too damned beautiful and aggressive for me to keep up resistance for too long. Feeling the need for a post-coital and post-sleep piss, I stood up slowly, extricating myself from the blankets and Alice's slender limbs. I felt my breath catch as I looked down at her lying naked in my bed, her hair splayed out on the pillow, she looked even more breathtaking. Like a model from a Luis Royo painting. Perfection in the flesh. I heard her mumble something as I left the room.
By the time I'd returned I could hear music coming from her cellphone, quiet but very much audible.

"What did I say?
I've never felt this way before.
Is that what they say?
It's a defect in my core.
Oh I'm shutting down,
shutting down,
shutting down my brain.
I feel it now,
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Anonymous 17/07/23(Sun)01:08 No. 25103 ID: d68ed0

noice




Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."

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I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling. That meant that for most of our lives, we were each other's only constant contact, and I always thought of her as a friend as well as a sister.

She took after our mom in that she was a petite, freckly ginger, tiny all over except for the ass and b cup breasts she had recently developed, and was maybe a bit overly proud of. It was often a topic around the house when she insisted on walking around in just her bra and panties, and I often had to politely suggest she get dressed, to which she would usually just roll her eyes, and maybe put on an overly small pair of shorts.

Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. That's why, when I came into the living room one summer afternoon and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe for her to help a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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Anonymous 17/05/22(Mon)06:34 No. 25035 ID: 79b3b3

Don't die on me dammit! The love in this story really wiggles the heart.


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Anonymous 17/07/09(Sun)07:09 No. 25087 ID: 9fa565

>>24664

I need the rest of this story in my life. Just stumbled here and read through the whole thing.


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fuuuuuuuuuck Anonymous 17/07/21(Fri)01:10 No. 25099 ID: d68ed0

So I just found this lovely gem and have really been enjoying it. Would love to see how you wrap this up, Soli.




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