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A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

PART I

James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 15/07/21(Tue)03:34 No. 23749 ID: 908e6e

>>23709
Any progress?


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Anonymous 16/04/15(Fri)08:14 No. 24199 ID: d95d41

I still jack it to the first chapter of this story every now and then.


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Anonymous 17/09/20(Wed)17:58 No. 25149 ID: 8d339d

it seems long dead but bravo




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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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


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Izu 17/09/19(Tue)18:15 No. 25148 ID: a66452

I'm taking my direction of the story similar to what grotto has planned with some changes. So expect the ending to come soon. (I'm running out of fetishes to use)

Also, the last part of this chapter may be badly written, forgive me for that. I'll make chapter 10 with an even better quality.

# Two Become One
### Chapter 9 (Izu's Take)

"Ha?!" Something long and hard was inserted into Sara's pussy early in the morning.

"Good morning cutie pie!" Greeted Embel, sitting at the side of the bed naked.

Wondering what was inserted in her, Sara pulled down her pajamas along with her panty. She ended up moaning as the hard dick that was inside her was pulled along with the panty, looking down, she saw that it was actually part of it.

"Geez, it's so early in the morning and you're already good to go." Sara looked at her phone only to find out that it was 4:30am in the morning.

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Being Sociable (pedo, Mg, molestation, anal) Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/10/24(Fri)04:12 No. 22606 ID: a887c0 [Reply]

Not sure what to say about this one. Not sure if I'm gonna write a second part. Just watched a French series where the characters were refreshingly honest about their selfishness, even if that made them a bit of an asshole. Figured I'd give it a try. There's no justifying this, so why bother trying?

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The movie had been typical summer stupid, but not offensively bad, so Brian and I just shared ironic looks while the others gushed about how awesome it had been. As usual, they immediately started talking about where they wanted to go drinking that night. I amused myself by people watching. The theater at the mall was almost perpetually filled with teens on dates, roving packs of jailbait, and little lolis dragging their parents to the latest Pixar knockoff. All I had to do was put on a bored expression and I could enjoy the view with no one being the wiser, so long as I didn't focus on anyone too closely.

I didn't chime in on my coworker's deliberations, which surprised exactly no one. They always talked about how I was so chill, and how I always just went with the flow. The truth is, I didn't give a rats ass where we ended up, and I only came out on these little outings so I wouldn't seem antisocial. I like my coworkers well enough, and it's worth a night of tedium every now and again to keep up good relations, though only just.

Brian broke off from the debate and struck up a conversation with me about True Detectives. He was the most irascible fuck I worked with, sarcastic, short tempered, and he looked like a bald, lumberjack version of grumpycat. He was also one of the most observant, empathetic, and thoughtful people I had the privilege to know. He put up a tough facade, and he'd make fun of you mercilessly if he knew you could take it, but he also was the first to recognize when someone was on the verge of a meltdown at work, and he always seemed to know just what to say. He always stuck up for the little guy, and made sure no one felt left out. He was just plain good people, and I was glad to know him. He also scared me, because I often felt certain he understood me better than he let on. I'm pretty sure he had me pegged as closet homosexual, and I tried to encourage that assumption. It was a hell of a lot better than the alternative. So we chatted for a bit about how surprised we were to realize that Matthew McConaughey was not only a real actor, but a fucking amazing actor at that, how fucking good the writing was, and what an oppressive mindfuck the series was, as a whole.

That was when I saw a familiar face, and realized something was odd. I wasn't sure why the woman had caught my eye. She was pretty enough, but nothing remarkable, and a bit old for me anyway. She was walking out to the parking lot, pulling her keys out of her purse as she walked. I couldn't quite put my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/12/26(Fri)12:37 No. 23022 ID: 24e0df

I couldn't stop thinking about this story today. It deserves a bump just for that.


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Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)10:38 No. 23554 ID: 1874c2

>>22749
Pleeeease update op. i'm begging pleaaaaase


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Anonymous 17/09/10(Sun)23:41 No. 25140 ID: 36e3b1

Best story on elit. Please come back, Rick.




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.




Something I found long long ago..... ? Who Me ? 17/07/09(Sun)01:45 No. 25086 ID: ad2aa8 [Reply]

I didn't write this. Reposting as found. All rights to the author.

From georgebush@noway44.com Mon Apr 02 09:44:16 2001
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex,alt.binaries.stories.sexy,alt.sex.incest
Subject: Story: 'The Hotel Sauna'
From: "Warwick" <georgebush@noway44.com>
Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 13:44:16 GMT

Courtesy:
http://FamilyIncest.tv/index.html

The Hotel Sauna

This encounter involved me and my sister Rose while we attended my brothers
graduation in Winnipeg. He was graduating from law school and we were all
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?+Who+Me+? 17/07/09(Sun)12:18 No. 25088 ID: ad2aa8

Apologies for the formatting didn't remember it was multi-stories. Again these aren't my works. Next post will be better.




Anna the Teen Cum Dumpster Anonymous 16/08/25(Thu)22:30 No. 24638 ID: 54d384 [Reply]

I'm writing a story series, actually have been posting to gurochan for a few weeks but seems like it fits better here. Anyway, I will be updating regularly and would love to get feedback/comments.

Chapter 1: The Sleepover

“So how was your first date with Jason, Steph?” Anna asked her best friend.

“Yeah, did he make any moves on you?” Valerie added.

The three best friends were at Stephanie’s house for a sleepover, a tradition the girls tried to keep up at least once a month. Anna and Stephanie had been friends since elementary school, even though Anna was a year younger. Valerie became the third member of their group when she moved into Anna’s class 7th grade class last year. Even though Stephanie had graduated to high school, they still saw each other in the halls plenty since the middle and high schools occupied the same building.

“No. Well, we made out a bit during the movie. But after we went to his friend’s house to hang out like usual.”

Stephanie had a crush on the upper class boy since last October, and had been hanging out with his group of friends dropping hints all winter. She didn’t think she had a chance compared to the upper class girls, she was still in an awkward stage of puberty where those girls were all very developed. She stood head and shoulders taller than her two friends at 5’7”, but was still a little stocky with small A-cup breasts, and an ass she thought was too big. He had surprised her when he asked her to Prom, still months away, and was very nervous.

“I don’t know if he wanted more, we went back to his friend’s house after and hung out with the usual crowd.” Stephanie said, and Anna picked up on her tone.
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Nihi 16/10/18(Tue)00:49 No. 24749 ID: 9c9ebb

Great story, please continue writing, PLEASE!!


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Anonymous 16/10/24(Mon)20:09 No. 24772 ID: 2bab14

Awesome work dude, keep it up


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Anonymous 17/07/05(Wed)19:43 No. 25084 ID: 188b30

Loved this one, keep it going OP




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