This thread is almost a year old and still no coitus..

Not sure how I should feel about that. But at any rate I approve of this; as it has given me a plethora of boners.

I am always surprised to open my bookmark of this after a few months to find a few new parts, I think we are only at least three more updates before we get down to the hot and heavy.

>>19681

It's getting there. It may be good a quick jerk if you just dive straight into the sex fantasy, but it doesn't make for a good story.

For a more immediate payoff, may I recommend:

https://7chan.org/cake/res/50739.html

>>19690

Maybe, but I doubt it'll be that soon. I want this story to be "realistic", and that means taking a realistic pace with it rather than just diving right in.

I do think I'll be updating it more often, however. I'm feeling creative.

>>19681
Story is too good for this to matter to me.

>>17319
Creativity is such a great thing, isn't it? It's great for boners!

>>19480
Email me and we'll talk because I want to help you set up a page, but also because I'm selfish and want you to be my best friend and amuse me at my leisure with jokes and stories about fucking 11-year-olds.

>>19655
"...raped by a nigger..."
>can't tell if racist or just saying what we all think
>as if I didn't laugh my ass off anyway

>"I sit in the ashen, radioactive ruins of my home, choking on my own blood as my hair falls out, and wonder where it all went wrong."
goddamn it man, I can't deal with this. You need to be a Cracked column- oh my god, you're Soren. You're Soren Bowie, and you moonlight as an erotic story author.

>>19705

I don't write for Cracked. I've been published, but not for fiction.

Honestly, maybe I should apply for a job that involves writing.

>>19710
Yes. You should.

>>19480
www.asstr.org

AKA the alt.sex.stories text repository. If you have leet webdesign skills you can set up a webpage like http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ , otherwise you can just toss the files into the FTP site.

please op
more for my hungry cock

Bill came back Sunday night and I finally found out that he went on some class trip to study salamanders; it hadn't occurred to him to, you know, inform us or make sure I didn't plan to go anywhere that weekend because he wasn't used to looking after Sara. He was still getting used to being the one to look after her instead of her parents.

Ok, that's understandable I guess, but still a dick move.

The week came and went, and since Bill didn't murder me in my sleep and Chris Hansen never showed up at my door, I decided Sara hadn't informed anyone that I'd touched her privates and I could stop worrying and get on with my life.

Saturday went fairly normally, catching up on my reading assignments and working on a paper that was due on Monday, then I went for a jog, did some working out in my room (I was still skinny and had zero visible muscle growth from all my exercise, but I wasn't struggling like I had been, so I guess that counted.), then stripped down and headed for the shower.

Yes, as you've probably guessed, I bumped into someone in the hall.

It was Bill.

I about shit out my heart, but he just carefully maintained eye contact rather than risk accidentally seeing my package, gave his usual grunt to acknowledge my presence, and kept walking to his room.

Then Sara emerged from her room, also stark naked and was reaching for a fresh towel from the hall closet before she noticed either one of us.

My heart stopped. I honestly believe that my heart literally stopped beating for several seconds, because I knew Bill was going to freak out about his sister and I seeing each other naked.

He just said, "Ha! Looks like you both had the same idea." Then he told Sara to run in and take her shower before I did and secluded himself in his lair again, leaving Sara and me alone in the hallway. Naked.

My heart started beating again and my I unclenched buttcheeks I hadn't realized were clenched in anxiety, and began to relax. He didn't freak out. Between this and the time I walked in on Sara in the shower and told him about it, I guess his family really had been as casual about nudity as mine was.

I looked over at Sara, who was blushing slightly and looking at my crotch with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment, and cleared my throat.

"So... Who goes first?"

She didn't respond, so I took the initiative.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Winner goes first."

"Ok."

Now, a little known trick to rock, paper, scissors: Nine times out of ten, people pick rock first. Dunno why, but it's true. If you want to win, always pick paper the first time; you're guaranteed success nearly every time, unless you're up against a wily rock, paper, scissors expert who knows the same trivia you do.

So I picked scissors, she beat me with rock, and she went first.

I may have been hot, sweaty, and tired, but I'm enough of a gentleman to let a girl shower first. She ended up using all the hot water, but I was ok with that, being as I was, as mentioned, hot and sweaty and a cold shower worked just fine.

I waited in the hall while she showered, and when she got out she was still naked. I stuck my tongue out at her as she passed and she stuck her tongue out back at me as she slipped into her room.

You know what? I was ok with this. I had decided it wasn't a big deal if Sara saw me naked on the way to the shower since it obviously wasn't scarring her for life, I was definitely ok with seeing her naked, even though I really, REALLY should not have been, and the fact that Bill didn't seem to give a shit about nudity either way took a huge load off my mind about the issue. I was just glad that his was the master bedroom and came with its own bathroom, so I wouldn't ever see him naked.

Of course, my acceptance of the whole nudity issue was just one of the things that compounded to make everything get out of hand and- Nevermind, you know that already.

No single drop of rain thinks it's responsible for the flood...

But if it was the weekend where Bill disappeared into the wilderness that I crossed the line and touched Sara, it was the weekend I went into the wilderness myself that really put me over the line.

A couple weeks passed, and by now it was late October. Halloween was coming up in a little over a week, and more importantly I had a three day weekend coming up. It was supposed to be so we could study before midterms, but honestly, has ANY student ever actually done that?

It was a five hour drive home, but I didn't intend to go home until Thanksgiving; I was enjoying my independence too much. It was also a two hour drive to our deer lease out in the country. I'd gone there every deer season with my dad, camping, roasting marshmallows over a fire, swimming in the pond (when it was warm enough), and exploring the woods. He rarely got a deer, not because they were scarce or because he was a lousy hunter, but because he mostly went up there just to spend time with me; hunting was purely secondary as far as he was concerned. When I was fourteen, he passed up a twenty-point buck and handed me the rifle instead; I still have the photo of myself posing with the deer somewhere.

That place was full of happy memories for me, growing up. Now... now, the memories are sort of mixed, but I still remember the place fondly.

So, I'd decided I was going to head up to the place Friday morning, pitch a tent, and head back Sunday afternoon. It was unseasonably warm and the trees were only just beginning to turn, so it would be a great way to spend the weekend.

So, at breakfast Thursday, I told Bill about my plan to go camping that weekend.

He froze awkwardly, then glanced at Sara, then back to me, cleared his throat, and slowly told me that he'd been planning to go on another study trip for his biology class, and he absolutely had to go because the professor was counting the trip as 20% of their midterm grade.

Which meant he'd planned to ditch Sara at the apartment with me all weekend again and I had just thrown a monkey wrench into his intricately laid plans.

Shit. If the trip counted as part of his midterm grade, I couldn't tell him "too bad, I'm leaving" and force him to find a way to deal with Sara all weekend. And I really didn't want to cancel my plans and stay here just because Bill was a dick who just assumed I wouldn't have plans for the weekend.

That really left only one option.

"That's ok, I don't mind taking Sara camping with me."

She perked up at hearing that.

"I've never been camping before! That's cool! We can catch fireflies!"

"Fireflies are only around in the summer, it's too late in the year for them. But there's lots of other cool stuff to do up there."

I gave her a list of things to bring for the trip (mostly clothes and a spare blanket since she didn't have any camping gear) and she was practically bouncing out of her chair with excitement; partly this was because she'd never been camping before and really wanted to go, and partly, I know now, because it meant spending more time with me and I was pretty much the only person who bothered to interact with her who wasn't a teacher. She babbled on enthusiastically about the trip and practically flew out the door when it was time for her to meet the bus, still talking about it. Bill seemed to find the whole thing amusing and had the decency to thank me for it. Then he slid me twenty bucks to pay for her meals during the weekend.

Like I said, Bill wasn't a bad guy, just... in his own universe. I have no idea what he was like before his parents died and he got saddled with responsibility for his little sister, but I know that has to be hard on someone, so I never tried to give him grief over it.

So I went to class, dozed off during class while the tone deaf professor droned on about... I forget. It was just review for midterms, and I already knew the stuff pretty well, so I didn't bother paying attention and basically slipped in and out of awareness while he droned. If he noticed, he didn't say anything.

I got done with my last class for the day and walked back to the apartment, arriving in time to meet Sara at the bus stop and walk back with her. She was skipping down the sidewalk, holding onto my arm, and jumping with excitement. Had she been this wired over a camping trip the entire time she was at school? I pitied her teacher if she was. Then again, my impression was that Sara was pretty withdrawn at school, so maybe the teacher would like the change.

We got back to the apartment and she immediately dumped the contents of her backpack all over the table and threw it onto the couch, to store the things she was bringing with her. She then insisted I inspect everything she packed, to make sure it was appropriate for camping.

Canvas sneakers, two pairs of panties (white with a little blue ribbon on the front, and pink with a heart over the butt.), two pairs of socks, a pair of jeans that fit her quite nicely (not that I should be appreciative of how well a pair of jeans fit an 11 year old's ass), a pair of cutoff shorts, two t-shirts, a bucket hat, and a blanket, as I'd instructed.

"Not bad, kiddo. Why don't you grab a pillow and a book too."

She raced off to her room to do exactly that, and I packed my camping gear, an extra flashlight, and some spare clothes. I was going to pick up some snacks and bottled water for us on the way out in the morning. Damn. I knew I was forgetting something, but I couldn't figure it out.

We had ravioli for dinner, while Sara regaled me with various children's stories about camping, proving that she only knew of it through books and that she was as big a nerd as her brother, even if she didn't admit it. Bill showed up after we ate, grabbed his stuff for his study trip, and headed out, barely saying two words to us.

And with that, we each went to our separate rooms and went to sleep, looking forward to the trip.

And I took another step down the path of no return.