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Relative Temptation - 2
by Lunaris Victoria (lunarisvictoria@gmail.com)
***
Following the events of Relative Temptation - The
Blackout, Desiree splits with her boyfriend and rejects
her brother. Rather than give up, Luke tries to
recapture her in the dark. The night takes a steamy
turn then as she submits to his will and allows him to
have her. (Fm-teens, youths, inc, reluc, mast, oral,
ws)
***
The Following Day
It was the day after a particularly memorable blackout
during a loud and rainy storm, and it found Luke again
by himself, more or less anyways. Jonathan had made a
stop over after a call from Desiree, and Luke could
hear the dark-haired jock pounding his sister as he sat
at his computer. Her moans, his grunts, and the
squeaking of her mattress, it was a combination of
desire and disgust rolling in his stomach.
On the one hand, the thought of his sister naked and
moaning was giving him a terrible erection now, a
problem he'd never really faced before. On the other,
the one making her moan was that sleazebag Jonathan. It
was almost unbearable to think that he was with
Desiree, and after last night Luke felt a little more
possessive of his sister. He'd made her his own.
He leaned back in his chair and tugged his shorts down,
letting his cock free. In his mind he removed Jonathan
from the equation and inserted himself. It was him in
that room. Those moans were caused by his actions.
Every squeak of the mattress was testament to his claim
on her body.
Those were the pictures going through his head. He
could almost visualize it perfectly, and every moan
seemed to call to his hand, driving him harder until he
was working his dick in a frenzy. It wasn't casual and
carefree like when he watched porn clips, it was a
driven need to get off. His own moans were starting to
fill the air as he pounded himself with his fist.
The louder she got, the harder that mattress squealed,
the louder he dared to go. His penis felt on fire in
his hand as he squeezed down on it, driving himself
harder and faster towards that wonderful peak. Surely
they had heard him, but it hadn't stopped. He gave one
final moan, almost intentionally loud as if to make
them aware that he was cumming. His hand drove down to
the base of his dick, holding it there, his foreskin
peeled back as his purple crown erupted. Six shots of
fluid splattered uselessly on the floor as their cries
heightened, and finally stopped.
He pulled his shorts back up and stood up, walking out
of the room and down the hall, past Desiree's room and
into the restroom. He made a grab for several tissues
to clean up the mess, and stopped when he heard her
door slam. He couldn't tell what was going on, all he
could tell was that they were arguing. He set the
tissue aside and took a moment to wash his hands. Over
the running water, he could just make out one of them
walking loudly down the stairs and slamming the door on
the way out, most likely Jonathan.
Just to be safe, he grabbed another tissue and dampened
it in the sink, then stuffed the rest in his pocket and
stepped out of the bathroom. He walked quietly back to
his own room and stepped in the door. He looked first
to the semen oddly smeared in the floor, then raised
his head.
"Sorry about that," Desiree spoke quietly. She was
sitting on his bed in a pair of white full-bottom
panties and a matching bra. She raised her left foot so
he could see the sticky jizz she'd stepped in, then she
reached down and wiped a bit from her toe with her
right index finger, brought her finger to her lips and
there licked it clean.
"I'm sorry too, I heard you arguing," he answered,
though he was lying about being sorry. He pulled out
the dry tissues from his pocket and used a couple to
clean the floor, and cast them into the waste basket
beside his computer desk before stepping over to
Desiree and holding up the damp tissue.
She raised her foot a bit higher, and Luke knelt down
and started to clean it, taking slow, light, and
careful strokes over every inch and between her toes,
which brought a small giggle to her lips. But the
giggle was fleeting, merely there for the sake of being
tickled by the wet tissue material. Once he finished,
he wrapped the damp tissue in a dry one, and then
brought the last dry one up to start drying off her
foot.
"Listen, Luke...I'm sorry you had to hear that," though
she did not specify what, "but I guess you'll be happy
to know Jonathan and I won't be seeing each other
anymore," she explained, her tone rather neutral as she
wiggled her toes for him."
He stood up and moved to throw the tissues away, before
turning his computer chair to face her. He sat down,
and as an afterthought leaned back to click the button
to turn off his monitor, and after that finally turned
his attention back to Desiree. Rather, he turned his
attention towards the large breasts hidden beneath the
solidly-colored cups of her bra. No small curses flew
mentally from him that the padded material gave no
indication where her nipples lie. "So, what happened?
You two sounded like you were having fun."
"I called him over after I woke up this morning, I
wanted to find something out," she answered, before
shaking her head and standing, moving to Luka and
helping herself to his lap, "Look, I think we need to
talk. About last night, I mean."
"What about it?" he asked, his voice less than serious,
as if he could help it. Even through his shorts and her
panties he could feel a certain heat emanating from her
womanhood, and it stoked the fires in him that had been
dying down after his earlier workout. "I mean it
happened, right?"
"It happened," she confirmed, though it wasn't what he
was asking, not really. She slide an arm around the
back of his neck and leaned against him in a soft hug,
one that left him all too are of her large breasts
laying against his chest, "That's what we need to talk
about. That's sorta why I just broke up with Jonathan."
He couldn't have helped his smile even if he tried.
There was just something satisfying about it, but the
smile faded a moment after. Her voice didn't sound all
that happy about it. "Alright, Des, so what's the
matter? You still have me, right?"
She shook her head, and squeezed him tighter in her
arm, her other just seeming to rest in her lap. "No,
Luke, I broke up with him because I feel guilty.
Sisters aren't supposed to fuck their brothers, and
girls aren't supposed to cheat on their boyfriends."
He secured his hold around her, one arm around her back
and resting on her side, near her breast, the other
down on her hip, so very close to her rump. "Daughters
aren't supposed to fuck under their parents roof with
the boyfriend their parents don't like either. Never
stopped ya, so why follow rules now?"
She raised the hand from her lap and punched his chest
in a playful manner, giving a soft and short laugh
before resting her head against his, "Idiot. You're my
brother, and I love you, but it's not like that kind of
love," she tried to explain, "It's different. We're
family."
The words killed the hard-on he'd been growing, and he
hung his head down. His hand moved from her hip to her
buttock, squeezing it through her panties as he lowered
his head and rested it against her chest, "Listen, sis,
I don't know much about love, but I know I enjoyed last
night. I enjoyed that it was you, that I fucked my
sister. That's gotta count for something, right?" he
asked in a hopeful voice.
She laughed a bit, and slowly stood up, pulling away
from his hand. She moved around behind him and leaned
forward, allowing her breasts to rest against his back
and on the chair as she draped her arms around him for
another hug, "I enjoyed it too," she let him know
before kissing his cheek and raising up. She turned and
walked out of the room, leaving him sitting there.
He sat there thinking, leaning back against his chair
and looking to the ceiling, and as the time passed he
even reached over and flicked on the monitor again, but
his attention never really returned to it. After an
hour or so of pondering he left to the kitchen and took
up residence there.
He was there thinking when his parents arrived home
from their 9-to-5 jobs. Desiree hadn't come downstairs
at all in that time, not until their mother called her
down for dinner. By that time, Michael had returned
home and Julie had walked back from her friend's house.
Aside from their mother's concern that he had been
sitting there so long, nothing seemed out of place.
Dinner wasn't so eventful. Desiree and Luke didn't make
much in the way of eye contact, and everything spoken
of was small talk. Dad's secretary was bad at her job,
Julie's friend had a great toy oven that made real
cupcakes, and the power was out last night until almost
three in the morning. But a dinner of Salisbury steak,
fried vegetables, and mashed potatoes only covered so
many topics. Even though Michael refused to touch his
vegetables, Luke finished his meal first and was
quickly back up to his room.
The thought occurred to him as he lay there that
something was amiss. Even the sound of the water moving
through the pipes in the walls wasn't enough to
distract him as he replayed the image of Desiree
licking the cum from her finger after she'd wiped her
foot. So what was wrong? Was being her brother really
such a bad thing?
He turned to his computer and tried to pass the time
that way, but he couldn't keep his mind focused. The
world changed for him last night, even if it was only
him it changed for. Now the girl that had captivated
his desires so easily had seemed to shut him down. He
heard a flick outside the door, and as he looked he saw
the lights were off. His parents must have just went to
bed.
He looked to his clock, and realized he'd been in his
room for hours, it was eleven o'clock. He wasn't going
to be able to sleep though. With the thought that
something had to be done, he stepped over to his door
and opened it, and walked into the hall. He moved as
quietly as he could to Desiree's room, and without
knocking just turned the knob. It wasn't locked,
leaving him free to just step right in.
Contrary to his belief that it was going to smell of
sex or perfume, he was surprised to find it smelling
just a bit dusty and plain, like his room almost,
though maybe a little more pleasant than that. It was
dark, and she was in bed, but she wasn't asleep. He
could see that in how she stirred to look his way.
Lights from the streetlamps shown through her window
though, making it easier to see her than him.
"Luke? What are you doing in here?" she asked in a
hushed tone. She sat up in bed, and pulled her covers
up close. The outline of her back down to her hips was
smooth, she wasn't wearing anything at all. It was her
room at night, it was supposed to be a sanctuary like
that.
The sight brought a small surge of pleasure to Luke's
loins, but he tried not to let it distract him. He had
come here for a reason. "I wanted to talk," he said, as
if that would explain everything. He stepped closer to
her bed, and when she didn't respond he moved to sit on
the end, causing her to move a bit under the covers to
give him room. "I wanted to apologize for being an
idiot," he clarified then.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, sounding just
a little tired and puzzled. She scooted a little bit to
sit more comfortably, "You didn't do anything wrong.
I'm just an idiot that let the moment get the best of
me. When were you an idiot?"
Luke almost couldn't believe how well he'd just been
set up. He knew what he came here for, but he didn't
expect that easy an invitation. "Now," he answered,
before leaning forward and pressing his lips against
her own. It was almost a scene from a predictable
romance movie. Perhaps that was where he got the idea
from.
Whatever the case, it seemed to have the desired
effect. She didn't slap him, didn't pull away, and
didn't scream when the kiss ended. She just sat there
with a frightened look on her fact as she let go of the
covers with one hand and brought her fingers up to rub
her lips softly. "Luke, I thought we'd gone over this
already," she started.
"And I didn't like it," he finished. He reached up and
took hold of her covers, pulling them from her hand and
letting them drop. Even if it was just a streetlamp, it
was enough for him to finally get a clear view of her
breast. Large, soft, absolutely delightful. Each was
capped with a nipple that, in the dim light, appeared a
very soft pink, the areola surrounding each looked
about an inch and a half, and almost seemed to blend
with the surrounding flesh.
He couldn't see the blush on her face, but her stunned
silence and momentary inability to try and preserve her
decency told him one was there. The hand that had
pulled away the covers moved up to her left breast and
squeezed softly as he again took her lips in a kiss. He
could feel both of her hands come to his shoulders,
could feel them trying to push away, but then he felt
them cease their struggling as well.
She couldn't deny that she had a certain desire for it,
even when she rejected him earlier she couldn't deny
her enjoyment. And in the dark of the room is seemed a
bit more acceptable, perhaps, than in the light. Maybe
that is what made it happen in the storm, the fact it
was hard to see without much light. The light would
force her to see him, the darkness allowed her to
ignore it, at least in some way.
As he finally pulled his lips away from her, she
reached up and slapped him. It wasn't loud, it wouldn't
be heard anywhere else in the house except right
outside her door, but it was just enough to sting.
"Why's it have to be you?" she asked him.
He took the slap in silence, but pressed forward,
taking the hand from her breast and placing it between
her collarbones, pushing back and guiding her down to
her bed. She didn't resist his guidance, and once she
was down he moved the hand under her covers, forcing it
between her thighs.
Luke hesitated a moment as his fingers slid over her
thick pubic patch. Between his shorts and the small
rush last night he hadn't noticed it before, and the
fact her lips felt hairless led him to assume she
shaved. His hand slowly traced the patch of brunette
curls. She had a full, but well-kept bush, and as his
fingers slid down further he confirmed that her lips
were indeed clean. She was a selective shaver. Further,
and less to his delight, her pussy was dry.
His touch still brought a soft whimper to her lips, and
his stroking fingers made it hard not to accept what
was happening. After just a moment of his caressing she
finally spread her legs apart for him and turned her
gaze to the ceiling. Her hand moved to her nightstand
and fished behind a picture frame, before she pulled
back and gave her wrist a quick flick.
"Ow!" Luke responded to something small and hard
smacking against his chest. His free hand managed to
move and catch it, and raised it to the light where he
squinted to see it. "You keep lubricant on your
nightstand, Des?" he asked, looking back down at her as
he pulled up his other hand to start opening it.
"Usually for anal, dummy," she cleared up. She didn't
sound happy, but Luke was more focused on the fact she
was actually going back through with this. "Which
reminds me..." she trailed off and sat back up, and
slugged him in the shoulder. It was hard, but not so
hard that he cried out, "Don't ever stick your dick in
a girl's ass without it. My butt's still sore, and I
couldn't even tell Jonathan about it," she pointed out
before laying back down.
It didn't take Luke long to slide out of his shorts and
figure out how to apply the lubricant to his stiffened
penis. He wasn't about to be put off by a punch to the
shoulder, and the topic had turned to an interesting
note. He slid back onto her bed and between her spread
legs, prompting her to spread them further, and used
his hands to guide himself, one holding his dick and
the other spreading her lips, which he noted were just
a small touch damper than before. "So, you're telling
me all that noise this morning was him pounding your
butt?"
She closed her eyes and laid back comfortably, as
comfortable as she could make herself with her brother
set to take her again. As if to help him out, she bent
her knees and spread her thighs further, and reached
down with one hand to help guide his penis to her
sexual entrance, "No, he gave it to me here and then
used my ass to cum," she answered.
Luke could've lost his erection at that, but he had
started the topic, and he wasn't letting the moment go.
As she moved him into position, he took control and
pushed his hips forward. With the slight, but growing,
dampness of her sex and the lubrication on his dick it
was easy enough to slide right in.
They gasped almost in unison, though Luke's was a bit
louder, he was far less used to what he was doing than
she was to her role in things. He pressed forward into
her vagina, all five and a half inches of his dick fit
in easily, and he held there as he leaned forward and
kissed her. It was every bit the heaven he had
remembered it being the previous night.
She could feel him pause, and she seized up for a
moment. He was hot, the blood pumping through his
erection was almost plain to feel through her vaginal
walls, especially as she squeezed down on him. She
could feel her wetness growing around him, her body
showing its need to her, to him, inviting the act, and
this time he was in control.
"Alright, sis, I'm gonna move," he told her before
following through and pulling a little bit out, then
pushing back in, and repeating. The extra slickness
form her natural lubrication was quickly picked up on,
and he started to move his hips faster. The sensations
surrounding his prick as it slid in and out of her
tight passage caused him to bite down on his tongue to
keep from moaning loudly.
She had to fight back her own moans, more than saving
them for someone else, their parents were home. She
wasn't about to get caught having sex by them, least of
all with her own brother. She raised her right hand,
sliding her arm up and under her right breast as her
palm grasped at her left globe of flesh. Her left hand
raised to her mouth and she bit down firmly on the
knuckle of her thumb.
He moved his hands up along her sides, and brought his
right hand to her left breast, or rather to her right
hand, and softly pressed down against it. His left arm
slipped around her and he moved his head down to lay
against her right breast. He held her close, such that
when he started thrusting into her harder it didn't
make any real noise on the mattress. Anyone listening
might have imagined she were rolling over in bed.
It was harder to mask the sounds of their flesh
slapping together as he thrust in harder, faster, the
feeling of his dick pounding into her pussy and his
pubic hair tickling her clitoris caused her to bite
down harder on her knuckle, the skin close to breaking
when he stopped.
Luke let out a firm, if muted, grunt as he gave her
that last thrust, and with little more warning his
balls started pumping his baby-making semen into her.
He managed to fire in three shots before she drew up a
leg and planted her foot to his chest, pushing him
back. If it wouldn't have made any noise she would have
kicked him harder, but it was enough anyways to pull
him out of her. His fourth short painted a ropy line on
her bush and the other three went wild, two landing on
her sheets and the last about halfway down her left
thigh.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" she hissed
worriedly, only a touch of anger there and being
overshadowed with fear for the most part, "I'm not on
birth control, you don't shoot in there," she went on
to explain as she wiped off her thigh.
He looked worried for a moment, but since she didn't
seem too mad he calmed down a little bit and just
rubbed at his chest where she'd kicked him. It wasn't
so hard, but it still hurt some, "Sorry, I didn't
know," he tried to apologize to her.
She sighed and grabbed the tube of lubricant, and
squirted a sizeable amount on her hand, before shifting
about on the bed and rolling over. As she moved onto
her knees, she was just aware of a chilly wet sensation
when her right knee came to rest on one of the spots of
cum he'd fired wild. It wasn't overly pleasant, but she
pushed the thought aside as she reached back and
started rubbing the lubrication around her anus, even
slowly pushing her middle finger in to spread it. Acts
that had Luke stiff as a rock again as he watched.
"Listen, when you cum, it's either in here, or the
mouth. I'm not taking chances I don't have to,
alright?"
He nodded, one half of his mind taking note of her
directions, the other half taking note of the
suggestion this wouldn't be the end of things. He
climbed back into position on his knees, and reached
forward, grabbing the firm cheeks of her rear and
spreading them apart. Like last night, there wasn't
much of a wait for him, but he was still sensitive from
his previous orgasm. It was a small struggle for him
not to hit a second as he pressed the head of his penis
against her tender rosebud and pushed in.
"Good God, Desiree, you feel so awesome here," he
whispered to her, trying to compliment her, which only
prompted a soft grunt from her as she pushed back with
her hips. Her rectum was at least as hot, or so it felt
to him, as her vagina, and much drier. Even with the
lubricant and her vaginal secretions on his cock it
still took a little force to manage penetration but it
was also much easier than the previous night.
She whimpered softly as she pushed herself up onto her
hands and looked back at him, "Do you really like my
ass that much?" she asked, her voice soft and dripping
curiosity. She wasn't hiding the fact that she wasn't
getting too into the sex. She had not cum, and seemed
to be making something of an effort not to, but neither
was she denying her brother anything.
"Oh yeah, I love it," he answered. Truth was, he didn't
know how to answer. He enjoyed it, maybe he did love
it, but all he could think of was how great it felt. He
started to move his hips back and forth, his motions
slow but driven, forceful, "By the way, Desi, you do
know...that pulling out isn't really great birth
control, right?"
She nodded, whether or not he could see it, and pushed
back against him as he shoved forward, jarring her body
enough to rock her large tits forward and back beneath
her as they hung fully between her and the bed. It was
a small pain for her, and one she would admit to taking
some small measure of pleasure from. "I know, but it's
better than nothing, right?"
He didn't answer, because he really didn't have one. He
didn't know for a fact whether it was better or not.
School hadn't quite gotten that far yet in lessons, and
he'd have to wait until summer was over to find out.
Instead, he moved his hands to her hips and gripped
firmly as he started to ram a bit harder into her
asshole. Without the high from his last orgasm it was
easier to keep some measure of control, but his
inexperience already had him seeking out the next
climax quickly.
"Ahh!" Desiree cried out softly as he picked up the
pace, the light lubricated friction sending pleasant
sensations all up and down her rectal passage and
throughout the rest of her body as his dick hit almost
every nerve ending for almost six inches in. It was a
small effort on her part to focus and not give in. She
didn't need it tonight. No, the truth was that she
didn't feel she deserved it. "Luke, what is it
that...ahh! Makes you want to have sex with me?" she
asked him, trying to keep her mind busy elsewhere.
"B-Because," he started with a slight stutter from the
pleasure, "I love you, and it feels great," was his
explanation. He was breathing a bit heavier by now, and
his words weren't as focused, "Desiree, I didn't notice
it until...until last night, but you're
perfect...you're smart, you're funny, you're smoking'
hot, and..." he trailed off, leaving it unfinished as
he grunted and rammed in a final time, his whole body
tensing and balls pumping as he deposited five sticky
shots of his cum in her anal passage.
She bite the inside of her cheek to keep from groaning,
his sounds along were alright but the two together
might have been trouble. She hold still for a moment,
letting him empty out inside of her before she lowered
herself on her arms, leaving her ass in the air and her
head against the mattress, "And what?" she finally
asked once she figured him finished.
"...And you have amazing tits," he answered her in a
heavy breath. He didn't pull out of her, instead
leaning forward, keeping himself planted as he moved
both hands around her waist, leaning a bit to the side
to roll her with him, spooning with her, with his cock
still in her ass, his length going soft, shrinking a
good couple of inches.
"You perv," she scolded, but it was half-hearted at
best. She had just instructed him on how to take her,
how to use her anally, so who was she to seriously
judge him? "I don't care if you sleep her a little, but
you have to be out before mom and dad get up, okay?"
He nodded his head and moved his hands up to her
breasts, softly stroking the heavy orbs as he nuzzled
into the back of her neck, as he relaxed considerably
against her and closed his eyes. He was only slightly
jarred by a gentle squeeze around his member by her
asshole, but he didn't pay it as much mind. Except for
a slight sensation he was satisfied.
That sensation seemed to be doing well on its own, and
as he lay there with her, both awake and accepting of
the embrace, he found himself not fighting the growing
surge in his penis. Something familiar, but wholly
different with him buried in her. It never occurred to
him to bother fighting it, even a little.
The next moment found Desiree shivering and opening her
eyes wide as a very warm, very fast flood of liquid
into her rear. Not sticky, but rather very fluid. It
didn't take her long to guess what it was, "You dolt!
Are you pissing in my ass?" she asked incredulously.
He didn't know what to say. After it had started he had
gotten lost in the pleasantness. Hell, he did not even
really think as to just what he was doing. He was far
too comfortable and tired after two goes in a row, but
her accusation had him suddenly awake again, and the
shock had pushed out the last of it. He started to
move, but she reaches back and grabbed at his ass,
keeping him put as her other hand reached out and
started fumbling with the drawer to the nightstand.
"No, stay put, I don't want to sleep in your piss
tonight, bucko!" she hissed as her hand fished out a
small plug and another tube, since she couldn't reach
the first at the moment. She opened the tube, and
smeared the contents generously over the toy before
reaching back, using the slick plug to work out her
brother's cock and then pushed in with it, stuffing it
in with more urgency and speed than she normally would
have.
She sighed and started to climb out of bed, and he
followed, but she stopped partway to the door, looking
back and him and then down, and without much thought or
care she lowered to her knees. She reached back with
one hand to hold the plug in her bottom as her other
moved to his thigh, "Hold still," she commanded of him,
before leaning in and taking his penis between her
lips.
He couldn't help a soft sigh, even though it wasn't
something so erotically-intentioned. The suckling of
her lips and motions of her tongue were more like a
bitch cleaning her pup than a girl blowing her lover.
He reached down, and softly ran his fingers through her
hair as he watched, "I'm sorry, I sweat I didn't mean
to do that," he assured.
His taste was quite a mixture, his semen, her juices,
both were faintly pleasant to her tongue, if not a
little bitter. The strong and musky taste of her ass
was heavily present, but not something she wasn't used
to, the unpleasant taste of the lube was there as well,
and the very bitter taste of his piss. Why she felt so
compelled to clean him was beyond her, but she had done
as much the previous night too. When he finished, she
wanted to clean his cock.
Once she could taste nothing of the sexual flavorings,
she looked up at him, and then jerked her head towards
her door, prompting him to grab his shorts and tug them
on before stepping out. She slipped on a pair of
panties and followed after. She stepped into the
bathroom to take care of business, leaving him to head
alone to his room.
As he stepped into his room, Luke could only describe
the feeling he felt as joyful. A warmth filled his
heart, satisfaction swirled in his groin, and
drowsiness invaded his eyes. He practically collapsed
onto his bed and fell asleep soon after hitting the
pillow as his 3D Maze screensaver scrolled about his
monitor.
By next morning the last night again seemed like a
dream. He glanced at his computer, but couldn't see the
time for the maze, and he had not reset his clock since
the blackout. Whatever. He stepped out of his room in
just his shorts and made his way to the bathroom. He
pushed the door, and stepped over to the toilet, then
slid his shorts down and took hold of his penis.
No sooner did he give in to that early morning need
than the door handle turned and his mother stepped in.
He looked at her, and she stared at him, each looking
much like the proverbial deer in headlights. His piss
was finished almost a minute before either gained the
composure to do anything, he giving his prick a soft
jiggling before stuffing it back in his shorts and
flushing, and she giving him an oddly calm if practical
reminder to make sure he washed his hands before
closing the door.
He stood there a moment in front of the sink, watching
the door before letting out a sigh and turning to the
sink. He turned the hot water on high and the cold on
low, and started to scrub and soap under the warm run.
Now breakfast was going to be awkward. Add to that the
last family member he flashed he fucked and it felt
stranger still. The new morning was off to a brilliant
start.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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