oh yeah :excited:

 

nice story, need more

 

Sorry this next one is taking so long. I've been so busy lately, and I had that other story in my head i needed to get out. I'm definitely, 100% (almost) certain i'll be able to get a new little episode added to this today sometime. The only thing that will keep me from getting this updated today, is if I die. I don't see myself dying, so I will definitely get the next episode typed up and added. I swear!!

 

Count me as one of the many who want to see where your hot story goes next

 

Write more pleas, please please please please please please
I like it much

 

:rose:

 

Great story, Ireally like this!!!

 

wow, amazing, great, fantastic, brilliant, thats all I can say.
Your writing style is really mind-blowing. This is one of the best stories I´ve ever read, not just on xnxx, but at all. Really, really good work. And that´s the truth. I can´t wait for this story to get continued.

 

Looks like he died ):

 

Shit I guess he did, the poor bastard had a stroke in the middle of writing his epic incestual saga. I for one, was entralled with it and hoped for more. RIP Nate, we hardly knew ye.

 

Like the Bolts going 14-2 in the regular season and choking at home to a wild card team in the playoffs?
That was dying! LOL

Unlike the Bolts, Nate will be back

 

You mean enthralled, right Sparky?

 

shit, i only had 1 beer and let that slip by, i'll edit.

 

what a pos forum, it won't even let me edit old posts, fuck xnxx lol

 

Take your sports to a sports forum, no one cares here, unless it's mma, kickboxing or boxing, then that's completely welcome

 

The next few days passed as we settled back into our usual pattern. The week passed, and Thanksgiving was coming up. I would greet her at the door with a kiss, and we would sit around until mom got home. The week passed, and the weekend came. I didn't go meet Kelly at the park to give his knuckle back to him. I'd grown to like it. I kept it in my back pocket almost constantly.

The next week rolled by, and Thanksgiving came without Dad making it home like he promised. Mom was disappointed, we all were. It wasn't the first he missed, but our little thanksgiving was a lot less lively without him. Sometimes, we would go visit his family and have Thanksgiving with them, sometimes my mom's side. But often enough, we would just have it among ourselves.

Thanksgiving dinner was quiet, we only made small talk, and then it passed. That next weekend, my sister talked my mother into letting Shelly and Kit come over again. They were coming over Friday night, and staying until Sunday. For some reason. I didn't want to see them, or be around them. I didn't know why at the time, but looking back, I can see that they complicated things. They made things much more interesting, and I just wasn't interested in being around them, all weekend.

Friday night started with them letting themselves in. Maybe my dad was rubbing off on me, but that irritated the hell out of me.

"Hi!" Kit said giving my sister a hug.

Shelly dropped her book bag, which was now full of clothes instead of books. Can you really call it a book bag if it's not full of books ? That question irritated me. Shelly was wearing a strong perfume, which also irritated me. I often wonder why women wear perfume ? They always seem to smell good to me. Even after they work out and are sweaty, they still smell good. So, why perfume ? I've pondered this a lot in my captivity, and even now I don't know the answer.

Shelly sat down and lit a cigarette. "Hey." She said.

"Yo." I replied.

"Ahem." My mother said from the kitchen looking at Shelly.

Shelly looked at her, "I'm sorry." She said and put it out.

"How's school ?" I asked her, making conversation.

"It sucks." She told me. It appears I wasn't the only one in a bad mood.

Kit and my sister joined my mother in the kitchen, helping her cook and bake. Kit really took a shine to cooking, she seemed to enjoy doing it, as well as learning the little tricks my mother had to making delicious food.

"No matter how much I try, I can never make food like my mom." She said. "I do everything exactly like she does, but it never tastes the same, or as good."

"It'll come with experience." my mother told her.

I stood up and started walking up to my room. Shelly was on my heels, and I couldn't stop her from following me. She pushed my door shut and learned against it, taking out the cigarette she put out and lit it again.

"What's wrong ?" I asked her.

"Nothing. Just one of those days." She told me. "I needed to escape for a little bit."

She looked around my room, touching and looking at my things. The last time she was in here, she didn't take much time for sightseeing. She went through my music collection.

"Where's your porn ?" She asked me.

"What ?" I asked her, arching my eyebrow.

"All guys have porn. Where is yours ?" She asked.

"I don't have much." I pulled my matress out and slid a playboy and a couple old hustlers out. "I havn't had much need for them lately."

"Gross." She said. She sat down and looked at them. "This is so fake." She said. "Most of these girls are fake. What do guys look at this for ?"

"Well." I said to her, "Not every man has a couple of good looking women to keep him company, and so we think about those girls, and all the naughty things they would do to us if they were here, and then we spurt."

She arched an eyebrow at me, "spurt, huh ?"

"Yes." I told her with a grin. She leaned over and dropped the dirty magazines back between my bed and wall, and crept up straddle me.

"I want to make you spurt." She said and bit my lip.

I put my hands on her waist and held her hips, "Do that again, and I'll spurt in my pants."

She smiled down at me, and said, "I need this."

Her kiss tasted like cigarette, but I didn't care. She slid her hips back and fourth, and side to side on me, dry humping me as she kissed me. She pulled her head up and slid her hands under my shirt and over my stomach and chest muscles.

"What if we get caught again ?" I asked her with my heart pounding in my cheeks.

"I don't care," she said without stopping. "I need this."

I arched my back and she pulled my pants down. She unbutton and unzipped her and kicked them off. She leaned foreward and kissed me again, biting my lip again as she finished. I reached down and held my penis as she slid down on top of it.

I enjoyed her gasp. She started rocking her hips, and I decided to do more than just lay there. I started rocking and thrusting with her. I looked at her as the wave of pleasure washed over her, the way her face contorted in her passion.

She held in a loud moan, and it was then that something profound happened. Something that has never happened to me before, and never happened since. We both came at exactly the same time. She did let out a moan with that, then she smiled down at me. She leaned down and kiss me again, and then kissed my neck as she whispered in my ear.

"Ohh god, I needed that. Thank you, I so needed that." I ran my fingers through her dark hair. She sat up and put her legs over the side of the bed. She learned over and kissed me on the lips again.

"If you could fuck a famous person, who would it be ?" She asked me.

"I don't know. Who would you ?" I asked her.

"You first." She said, using my blanket to wipe herself between her legs.

There were so many to choose from. Selena Gomez, Natalie Portman, Meghan Fox, and it took me a minute to choose one. "Shakira."

"Yeah," Shelly said smiling, "She is hot."

"And you ?" I asked, pulling my own pants on.

"Henry Fonda." She said.

"He's old!" I said with a laugh. "And dead."

"Well, when he was younger. He was a total stud when he was younger." She said.

I continued to laugh for a minute, she only frowned down at me. "I'm just teasing you, it's fine."

She smiled and flipped her hair, and one last kiss she walked out of my room.

Not even a half hour, and I'd already done it once. The weekend, was only just beginning.

 

LOL. I didn't die. But... I did sleep like the dead, which is why this is a little late.

 

He's alive! Glad to see the latest addition. it was good

 

and his stil alive. huray

 

Great story