Mag-log in"No! Lacey, you can't!" Jonathan whined like a bitch."Don't whine like a bitch.""Noooo!" He continued to whine, rather bitchily."Patterned polos, wifebeaters, and graphic tees with snarky catch phrases. They all have to leave the rotation.""That's my entire wardrobe!" he whined. I shrugged, unmoved and merciless. "What am I supposed to wear?!""You can wear button ups if you actually button them, plain shirts that fit, polos if they look good, but that's a really case-by-case thing. Wear things that male models wear, but dialed back to look like a normal person.""I don't have those things!"I shrugged. "S'okay, I'm Daddy's little girl."He slumped. "Well yeah, but it's not like he's gonna just give you $300 to buy me clothes."A dial tone cut him off, my phone in hand, Dad's face on the display. He picked up in seconds. "Hey, Daddyyyy, can I have $300? I need to buy Jonny some clothes.""Uh, sure, Pumpkin," he replied. "Lord knows he needs help. $300 seems like a lot, though."I
Jon was quiet for a while, and I snuggled into his chest. Like I said, he's kinda chunky, but not in the worst way. He's snuggly and broad, worth hugging for sure, though I worried about his health a lot. He was an art kid, he loved to draw, but it made him sedentary."Python?" He asked eventually, finally breaking the silence. Of course that's what he latched onto there."Mhmm. Big ol trouser snake. A heckin' honkin' cock. Just a 'holy dongus, Batman' situation going on down there." I blushed, but it was dark and my face was pressed into his shoulder. His dick saved my life, or saved me from harm, so I didn't mind inflating his ego about it.Jon laughed, and it made me feel a little better. Like there was hope for our relationship, despite me slapping him in the face like a complete bitch earlier. "I was kinda aware that it's big, but hearing someone say it out loud is nice. Even if it's my sister.""Yeah, just spread some rumors about it, your senior year will be full of pussy.""Th
The bartender was a tall blonde guy, a little broader than Jeremy, which was saying something, as Jeremy was the quarterback and was pretty well built. The wavy blonde locks on the bartender, and the perfect smile, so like Jeremy's, tickled my brain. Tiny alarms were going off, but I ignored them like an idiot.Don't ignore red flags, y'all."Hey, Jeremy," said the bartender as we came to sit at the bar. "The usual?""Hey, Jordan. Yeah, two whiskey sours please.""Coming right up.""Do I get to order my own drink?" I asked."Yeah, one of the whiskeys is for you," Jeremy insisted."Hmm. I prefer gin." Twas complete bullshit, as I was only nineteen and didn't drink at all, but I wanted to express my dissatisfaction in a way that didn't make me seem uncool."Oh, well, the next one can be gin. Just drink this one first."Our drinks were set before us, the bartender giving me an easy smile that was pretty charming. Jeremy dove into his drink like a drowning man, and I eyed mine dubiously,
The emotions started to filter in -- horror, rage, despair, and a big helping of self loathing for being so fascinated. I had a date, in, like, ZERO minutes, there was no time for this! The despair bubbled up, taking center stage, and tears formed in my eyes. I started to cry, ruining my makeup, which had been pristine through all of that."What the FUCK, Jon?!" I shrieked. Tch, I had already asked him that. I didn't like being repetitive."Ahh, shit, Lacey! Fuck, I'm so sorry!" Jonathan gasped, finally pulling up the shorts that had been pooled around his ankles. He was now tenting those things in a ludicrous way, though it started to shrivel under my withering glare."You SICK FUCK! You fucking pervert! How fucking could you?" The words poured out of me, the rage and self-loathing driving me to make it hurt, even if it wasn't his fault. "Were you just waiting for me or something? Thought you'd play a prank on your big sister, you fucking troll?!""What? No, I-"CRACK!I really shoul
Accidental brotherly glazing turns out to be a good thing.Enjoy..*****Hey, all my architect friends out there, can you explain a little quirk for me? See, my Dad's house has this little tiny bathroom downstairs in the basement, just a toilet and a sink. But the toilet is directly in line with the door. The instant you open the little pocket door, there's no hiding your business, it's all just right there.Who designs a bathroom that way? My Dad and his brother finished the basement themselves... But, like, don't they have to get these things approved by someone?I just... Who the fuck do I strangle? My chest and legs were absolutely COVERED in my brother's cum, and I need to get the mayor on the case, or something.See, I didn't even know my little brother was in there. I just needed to check my face in the mirror before heading out on a date. Jeremy fuggin Carver was taking me out, the goddamn QB, the hunk, the sluttiest guy in school. I caught his attention with only two months o
Fisting his cock in his hand, we watched his eyes roll back in his head as he began to carefully ease his way inside her. "I can't believe how fucking good this feels," he said, his whole body shaking once he was fully seated, buried balls deep in my mother's cunt.She breathlessly nodded, as he pulled back and pushed in even deeper and started thrusting. "I don't know if I can come anymore, but I'm so close, I feel like I'm about to fly right over the edge. God, what you boys do to me.""Just come all over my cock, Belinda. And soon, I'll come inside you and give you just what you need to make that baby you've always wanted.""Yes," she whispered nodding her heard, as he tugged on her swollen nipple making her moan out lo







