All Chapters of A Dangerous Obsession: Chapter 901 - Chapter 910

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

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

I settled on a pair of cheeky purple panties and a matching bralette. I actually preferred the mismatched look most times, as it came across as more casual, like "you weren't necessarily supposed to see me in this, lucky you"... but I didn't want casual right now. Boys expected matching sets, so that's what my little brother would get.I examined myself in the mirror. I'm 5'9", pretty tall for a girl, so my flat belly gets a lot of attention, as it's like half of my body. My boobs are almost C-cups, not quite, but I like them a lot. I dunno why girls get down about smaller breasts, I've let three guys touch them and they've all freaked the fuck out. I have a pretty decent hourglass thing going on, which mostly meant my hips weren't

Holy. Fuck.Now that I had acknowledged my crush on my little brother, all the little things began to sparkle about him. He looked SO much better in the outfits I had picked out; shirts that now fit well complemented jeans that didn't sag. Even in everyday attire, he looked like someone who gave a shit.With his acne gone and his weird, patchy stubble shaved off, he looked put together. Like I said, he's not the cutest guy ever, but he's Jonathan, he's a really good dude, and I found myself liking even the parts of him that I would call "not cute". Ugh, that description sucks, but, like...Okay, imagine a guy with flaws. Now, imagine ignoring those flaws, and allowing him to be a real person with a personality, and that pe

Jon joined me with a big cannonball, gasping from the cold as he surfaced. We hung out for a bit in a quiet corner, splashing each other a bit, just playing around. With the busy pool, there wasn't a ton of room to move around, so I totally had to stay close -- making so much contact was only natural. His hands seemed to linger a bit, too, caressing my belly, my hips far more often than our games required.We totally looked like we were dating, playing around at the pool. Lots of funny stuff going on. I definitely needed to back my ass up to his cock over and over, excuses be damned. He wandered those strong hands over my skin at every opportunity, seeming to brush over the ties holding my bikini together a lot. Like he wanted to un