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My Teacher, Ms. Johnson - Part 1

(This is a roleplay between me and another person. My posts are bolded, hers are normal)

Today was the day. Today was the day that Ralph was going to confess his love for his history teacher Ms. Johnson. Not the usual puppy love you would expect a teenager to feel at sixteen, what Ralph felt he knew was the real deal. He loved everything about his teacher, they shared so much in common. Unforunately though, he had been a prisoner to his own fear of rejection over the last six months, never having the courage to tell her how he felt. Instead he had left her little trinkets and presents, written poems and bought flowers, given her cards and even drawn pictures to express how he felt, all through the veil of a secret admirer. After school today though, he was going to bear his soul. As the final bell rang for the day to be over he gave the card he had prepared one final look before leaving it sit atop his desk. He knew Ms. Johnson would pick it up, and inside she would find instructions for where and when to meet her secret admirer. The local coffee shop, 6:00 PM. Ralph even specified he’d be wearing a green t-shirt supporting his favorite football team, the Green Bay Packers.

"Bye Ms. Johnson, see you Monday!" Ellie glanced up from her laptop at one of her students, a girl named Ashley, who was saying goodbye. "Have a good weekend!" Ellie responded, her attention immediately captured by the laptop again. She typed away furiously at the keyboard, her eyebrows drawn together in concentration. She was constantly butting heads with the head of the history department, and this specific email was more of a complaint than anything. She hit send just as the last few stragglers left the room. After standing up and quietly closing the door, she noticed a card left on one of the desks. She walked down the aisle of desks and picked up the card, reading it. The secret admirer strikes again…she thought, shaking her head. Ellie was a popular teacher because she could relate to the teenagers, and actually taught them the material without leaving them in a soporific state. So, she was used to these little presents. But this card was very specific..a time and a place? What if it was some kind of creep? Her curiosity easily won over her suspicions, though, and later that night, she walked into the coffee shop, five minutes before 6:00. She was quite dressed down from her usual outfits at school; jeans, a peachy v-neck t-shirt, and a pair of black sandals. Her dark brown hair was the same as earlier, curls falling down to the middle of her back. Without heels she appeared much shorter, around 5’3". Overall, she was a smaller woman. Her hazel orbs searched around for this mysterious man, and her gaze immediately caught the man in green. Or, rather, boy. Ellie approached the table slowly, trying to control the look of pure shock on her face as she sat down. "Ralph…" She began in a warning tone, giving him a stern look. "I hope you know this is highly inappropriate."

Ralph was more than a little on the nervous side. He’d spent a good twenty minutes tidying his short black hair, another fifteen minutes deciding which pair of pants and shoes to wear, and another forty five minutes practicing exactly what he was going to say to his goddess of a history teacher. However, the speech he had worked so hard on before coming to the coffee shop now eluded him. Instead, as he sat with one hand inside the other, wringing them as if drying a soaked rag the best he could do was smile up at Ms. Thompson and stutter, “Hello”.

Ellie could not help but laugh at Ralph’s response. “….hi, Ralph.” A smile lingered after her laugh, but she soon realized it and changed her facial expression to a less amused one. Ralph had always been a good student. He never caused trouble, and only tried his hardest, which was all a teacher could ask for. If he was truly her secret admirer, then Ellie would be surprised at his abilities. She had honestly been a little flattered by the gifts, even though she found it a little odd. And he was a lot more mature than most boys his age..physically, mentally, and emotionally as far as Ellie could tell. “Look, Ralph, I really appreciate your kind words, but I don’t know what you expected to get out of all of it. I’m a lot older than you, and your teacher nonetheless.” Ellie continued to list off reasons why this was not appropriate. It was almost as if she were trying to convince herself. What girl wouldn’t be a little smitten by a guy like him? He was sweet, funny, and easy to talk to. She was surprised that he didn’t have a girlfriend.

As he sat there, heart sinking into his chest, Ralph felt the all too familiar sting of rejection. It isn’t like he hadn’t expected it. Ms. Thompson has nine years his senior, already out of college and working in the career she wanted, beautiful, smart, the whole package. Ralph on the other hand was still in high school, considering himself only decent looking, had no job, wasn’t particularly athletic, not much to go on other than his decent grades. He sighed heavily, trying his best to find the speech he’d practiced just a small while ago within himself. When she finished his mouth opened, he was prepared to give a speech, he wasn’t sure to what degree, but he had to make his case. As he took a breathe in to begin though, all he managed was, “But I love you Ms. Thompson”.

Ellie blinked a few times after he confessed his love, then raised a hand to her face and rubbed one side of it. “So..what do you want me to do?” She asked, looking at him now with raised eyebrows. Did he expect her to just roll over and realize she had an undeniable attraction to him as well? Before now, she had never really thought about it…but now that the situation had presented itself, she was beginning to think…what if? Sure, she was an attractive woman, but she was basically the opposite of social. She had never had luck with men, and was too focused on work most of the time to even worry about her social life. She met Ralph’s gaze, seeing the desperation in his eyes. She decided to give him some sort of deal. “Okay, here we go. I will sit here and enjoy some coffee with you for an hour or so. That’s it. Use that time to win me over.” It was more of a challenge than anything. She highly doubted that he would succeed. She was only doing it so that he didn’t walk away feeling like a complete failure.

Ralph never expected her to actually give him a chance. He had practiced a speech sure, he could remember it had something to do with age and maturity, and proving his love, but he never thought he’d get to actually give it. Being laughed at, walked away from, even expelled from school, he expected all these things, but as he watched his beautiful teacher sit down before him a whole new sense of fear emerged inside him. After a few deep breaths, and a lot of effort to build up his courage he took a long swig from his iced coffee and spoke, “S-s-seriously?”

Ellie felt almost…pleased by his relief. “Yep, really. I want to see what exactly you have to offer.” She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table. Her v-neck slid lower, revealing some of her cleavage. She gave him a smile. It was more of a game to her, at this point. She was curious, there was no denying it, but she didn’t expect much of anything to result from this little “date.” It would just make for some awkward classes with him. Little did she know, things would not be like that, at all. Maybe awkward in class, but for different reasons than rejection. “You’re a big boy, almost a man, really. And you’re what- a sophomore?” Ellie laughed and shook her head. If she was able to forget that this boy was so young, well….things might work in his favor.

Ralph nodded at her question, “Yean sophmore”. Still in a state of shock that she was even willing to hear his plea of love he did his best to focus, to remember the argument he’d rehearsed for why they could indeed be together. With a deep breath he summoned all the courage he had and started speaking, deciding to wing it, he didn’t have much choice. “The truth is Ms. Johnson, I am in love with you. First day of school I knew you were special and I look forward to every day of class just for the chance to see you and to hear your voice. I know that I am younger than you, and typically that isn’t how relationships work, but lots of people are farther apart in age than we are and I know I’m mature. I’m planning to get a job during the summer, and I know I have to finish two more years of high school, but that really isn’t so long”, he paused, intending to continue, but he could feel the blood filling his face, making him blush hard. Part of his was proud that he had managed to string together a complete thought, another part knew he had just gone all in, and he was either going to win big, or lose everything.

Ellie reached forward for his drink, raising her eyebrows in a questioning gaze before bringing the straw to her lips and taking a drink. She listened to his argument with a small smile on her face. He was a very sweet, sincere guy. That was apparent. It was a nice change from all of the cocky, overbearing idiots whose presence she avoided at all costs. Maybe…just maybe this would be okay. She wasn’t exactly saying she was in love with the guy too, but why not try things out? “I really appreciate what you’re saying, Ralph. It isn’t every day that a guy treats me as nicely as you do.” Ellie fell silent, her eyes searching his beet red face. He was starting to seem like more of a man, and less of a hopeful little boy. Now that she thought about it, she had always been quite fond of Ralph. She always looked forward to seeing him in class, and she had never really identified it as attraction. But maybe that’s what it was. “Hey. Don’t be embarrassed. You should be proud that you’re brave enough to do this.” She smiled genuinely at him, reaching out and putting her hand on top of his on the table. “I’ll be honest with you. I still think this is a little weird. And I’m almost positive that this isn’t love. But, why not have a little fun, right?” She wanted to share her viewpoint with him, so that he didn’t assume that she felt the same way.

Ralph wasn’t exactly sure whether her response was good or bad persay. She wasn’t leaving, which he figured had to be a good sign, but she didn’t seem to return the same feelings he had for her. Regardless he could feel his heart thumping harder and harder within his chest, both from the overall stress of the situation, but also from her hand atop his. It wasn’t the first time she’d touched him, there had been the occasional hand on his shoulder while answering a question, or a pat on the back for a good job, but this…this seemed to be more intimate. Attempting to keep his bravery going, as he could only assume it was working to some degree, he continued, “Yeah, we could definitely have fun. I mean once I find a summer job I would love to take you to dinner, and to movies, and all sorts of things Ms. Johnson.”

Ellie laughed when he spoke of taking her out. “Is that really all you want to do?” She asked, a flirtatious tone in her voice. “I mean, young men are usually thinking about other things. If you know what I mean.” Ralph just continued to surprise her. Ellie knew she was pleasing to the eye, but she didn’t flaunt it too much. She was just used to men looking at her in more of a sexual way than anything, so she appreciated the fact that Ralph was able to keep it in his pants.

Ralph turned a whole new color of red, he may have been a little naive and inexperienced on the sexual side, but he definitely knew what she was getting out. With a wide smile he looked away, staring out the window at the traffic passing outside. He could feel the heat in his face, and felt like if he looked at her anymore he might just explode from embarassment. “I….well…I mean, you know…I”, he stammered.

Ellie’s smile grew as he stammered, noticing his embarrassment. She changed the subject for his sake. “Well, until you do get that job, we’ll have to find things to do that are cheap, or free, because I’m just barely getting my bills paid.” She gave him an apologetic smile. She was saying all of these things, but she wasn’t really intent on going through with most of it. She would need a little push from him for anything to actually happen.

In an instant he turned to protest, “I would never ever ask you to pay for stuff Ms. Johnson, that’s my job”. He may be the most mature man just yet, but he was determined to make a good impression, especially right in the beginning. “I would say we could hang out at my house and watch movies or something until I get more than just my small allowance, but my parents probably wouldn’t be as easy to convince”, he said before giving her a half smile, “Guess we’re stuck with a lot of coffee dates”. He tensed a bit at the word date, he threw it out as a small way to test whether she was serious, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to actually know if she was or not.

Ellie’s eyebrows raised when he mentioned going to his house. Was he serious?! That would never happen. Ever. But she realized he was joking and her expression relaxed. She didn’t really react to the ‘date’ part. “How about we go to my house sometime? I live alone, so there’d be no one there to judge us.” With each word Ellie was growing more curious, more daring, and more adventurous. “Oh, call me Ellie. Please.”

Ralph had hoped of course to get permission to call his teacher by her first name, but didn’t dare ask. Hearing her offer for them to go to her place sometime definitely seemed to have things leading into the good column, which only made his heart race more with excitement. “Totally!”, he exclaimed, “I mean yeah, going to your place sometime, that could work, that’d be great”.

"Good. Let’s wait until school is out before we do anything, though. I want you to focus on your studies first, and me second." She gave him that stern look that only teachers possessed. This was their last week of school, thank goodness. Until then, Ralph would just have to settle with seeing Ellie in school. "Well…I have papers to grade. And you have finals to study for. So we should probably get going." Ellie stood up, giving him a warm smile. "I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?" She held her arms out for a hug.

His heart was as high and excited in his chest as it could be, and in one quick moment it plummeted back down into his stomach. Ralph had allowed himself to get optimistic about going to Ellie’s house, to be able to spend some real alone time with her outside of school. Instead he would be stuck dealing with another week of school. The past few months, waiting and biding his time before he could find the courage to confess his love already felt like forever, he couldn’t begin to imagine how long the next week was going to feel, knowing that she was willing to give him even a slight chance. “That’s uh..that’s probably smart, yeah”, he said, letting his head drop down a bit in disappointment before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around his teacher.

Ellie could tell he was disappointed, but she wasn’t about to become a bad influence in his life. She wrapped her arms around his torso, giving him a light squeeze. She felt good in his arms, protected, loved. She lingered for a few more seconds than normal, then stepped away and waved as she exited the shop.

Ralph hugged back, squeezing tight onto her before releasing her and watching her leave. Dissapointed he was, but he knew better than to fight the issue and decided it was best to quit while he was ahead. With a million and one things to think about he picked up his half-full cup and left as well, ready to get home and will the next week to end quickly.

Uncovering Raven Rox - Part 1

(This is a bit shorter than I would usually like, but I think it’s a decent start to a new story and hopefully it peaks your interest for further parts. Story inspired by the ever gorgeous Robin Banks, who’s blog can be found here:

With the last line of his essay read, the spell check complete, and the save button clicked a reassuring fifteen times Dylan closed his open Word document and leaned back in his computer chair sighing heavily. Glancing at the clock only confirmed his fears, it was already past midnight and his first class was at 8:10AM. The first year of college was proving to be a bit harder than he had expected. Girls, parties, booze, those are the things Dylan had anticipated when he first moved into his dorm room. Instead, he’d been stuck with class after class, a mountain of homework, and unfortunately just his roommate Steve.

Not quite ready to call it a night just yet Dylan clicked open an incognito tab of Chrome and decided to have a bit of solo fun before heading to bed for the night. He browsed through some of his favorite and typical porn sites, clicked on all the usual categories he enjoyed, but for some reason none seemed to be quite that spark he needed to get things rolling. The bouncing tits attached to ads for supposed local girls as well as all the thumbnail previews had his dick standing at attention for sure, but every man knows you can’t really get into it until you find the perfect video.

Lesbian, teen, strap-on, reality, rough sex, thumbnail after thumbnail he searched but to his distress he just couldn’t find what he was looking for. Giving up on the normal Dylan decided he must be have a night that required a unusual sort of genre. Pregnant, BBW, etc. Transsexual seemed to be what made his dick throb when he saw it in the list of categories. Knowing his favorite site had quite an assortment of photos, gifs, and some of the best links to videos he’d ever seen, Dylan promptly pulled up the site.

One page, two pages, three videos, four pages, five pictures, six gifs. Again he sighed as he was unable to find what he was looking for. As he was about to prepare himself for yet another unsatisfied night he saw it, a post with a series of gifs where a more than convincing crossdresser was wearing pink body fishnets and fucking a dildo attached to the wall. The angle was from below, which clearly showed the toy sliding in and out, and also showed the nice hard cock bouncing with each thrust. Each gif was glorious, some of the best Dylan had ever seen, but one in particular made his cock fall in love. In one gif the crossdresser was cumming while still fucking the toy.

His hand gripped his cock and he stroked hard, pounding away at himself as he watched the mystery person in the gifs over and over again. Dylan wasn’t gay, he was at best curious about being curious, though he did have an exceptional attraction to transsexuals and passable crossdressers. With one hand he forced his jeans and boxers the rest of the way down while the other continued to stroke quickly on his cock. Eyes closed and head back he pictured himself in place of the toy in the gif. His own dick sliding in and out of the strangers ass making them cum. Hips thrusting and teeth clenched to avoid waking his roommate Dylan moaned loudly as streams of thick cum began to shoot free of his cock and cover his hand and stomach.

A bit out of breath he took a few moments to gather his thoughts after having one of the best solo orgasms he could remember. Grabbing a few tissues from the box purposely placed next to his monitor he cleaned himself up and tossed them away in his small trash can. He kicked aside his jeans but pulled his boxers back up, his own curiosity keeping him in his chair. Dylan had to know the identity of this mysterious beauty, he had to know who exactly had helped him achieve such an incredible orgasm.

Clicking to open the comments section of the post he was delighted to see the top comment was someone not only identifying but also linking to a blog of the mysterious cross dresser. More than excited to see more, and commit the blog to memory Dylan clicked away. Raven Rox was the name of the cross dresser, and the blog only made Dylan enjoy him more. Black lingerie, close up gifs of Raven’s underside, and of course the same gifs Dylan had already seen, he was in heaven. Slow and steady Dylan looked at each and every one of the posts.

Afraid he might end up reawakening his dick he moved the mouse to the top right corner, prepared to close the window and save his energy for another night when something caught his eye. Every photo and gif seemed awkwardly familiar but he couldn’t quite place why. Sitting again he leaned in close and really began to examine each picture. It was his dorm! Heart racing his attention to detail increased ten fold. How amazing it would be if he lived in this dorm? Maybe I could find him? Oh man, I’ve never fucked a dude before? He’s totally convincing though so it’s not like it’s gay? Dylan’s mind raced as he searched each photo and gif over and over again for more clues as to whether he was actually right, and if so who exactly this Raven Rox person is.

All at once as if an avalanche hitting from behind he came to a realization. Raven Rox wasn’t only in the same dorm building as him, Raven Rox was in the same dorm room! Dylan knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, there was no way it wasn’t his roommate Steve. Not only did the room match perfectly, not only was the bedset visible in the gifs the same one he’d seen in Steve’s room a million times, but Dylan also recognized the black lingerie. Not even three weeks prior Dylan had noticed it lying on the floor in Steve’s room, half exposed from the closet. When asked Steve dismissed it as belonging to some chick he’d banged a few times that things went bad with, but with the new evidence Dylan was convinced that had to be a lie.

After a few deep breathes Dylan finally closed the window to Raven’s blog and stood up. He had to be sure, he couldn’t just go asking or accusing his roommate of dressing up like a girl at night and posting gifs of himself fucking a dildo. Flipping off the light Dylan made his way to his bed and started thinking about how he could prove it. Briefly he considering the idea of just asking through Raven’s blog, but he quickly dismissed it as a bad idea. If asked, Steve would probably just deny it, and at that point would become suspicious of someone finding out and stop, and Dylan definitely didn’t want to stop seeing more of Raven Rox.

Search his room. Searching Steve’s room while he was gone was the only way Dylan could see that would really prove things without raising attention. As he laid in bed he racked his brain, trying to remember exactly when Steve’s classes were, if he ever went anywhere on a consistent basis, or even went out with a girl. Unfortunately, even though he’d seen Steve with girls before and and even heard them fucking before, he was pretty sure Steve had never held down a girlfriend. No sports, no glee club, again Dylan sighed as he realized the only possible solution. Dylan was going to have to leave for his first class to make sure he didn’t alert Steve, but he’d be skipping the rest of the day in order to search for more proof of his roommate’s possible secret life.

Content with his plan and excited with the potential outcome Dylan slowly drifted off to sleep, thoughts of Raven Rox never leaving his mind.

I’m Baaaaaack! Get in Touch!

Well even with my long absence it seems I still have a little over 1100 followers, which is just a massive number in my eyes. I know most of you have probably just been too lazy to unfollow, but for those of you who have stuck around in the hopes I’d get back to writing, now might just be the time. Things are still a bit on the stressful side due to some real life issues, but I should be having more free time again, which will hopefully mean more stories. Granted, my well of ideas is running a bit dry, but perhaps you guys can help with that.

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Anonymous asked:

Would you ever consider having sex with someone "underage" like in your stories?

I don’t really have a straight yes or no answer for this question, so I’ll try to explain without being too complex or impossible to understand as I do so.

At the moment, no, I would not have sex with a minor, I will be turning 27 years old before the end of the month, so sleeping with someone ‘illegal’ at my age is definitely a no-no.

At the same time though, I have technically had sex with a minor as an adult. The first ‘real’ relationship that I was in lasted for three years, and was with a girl 3 years younger than me. We started dating when I was a senior in high school and she was a freshmen. In the beginning of our relationship I was 18 and she was 15, so technically I slept with a minor?

Also, I think in most states 17 is the legal age of consent, and in some even as young as 16 can consent to sex, so it those ages wouldn’t actually be a problem. Obviously I don’t know every state law so some could be higher or lower, I’m not positive.

Hope that answer was good enough.

Anonymous asked:

Please do more of the Thomson family, I'm so intrigued to find out what happens next!

Unfortunately I think the Thompson Family story is dead. I’m not sure how I feel about writing in first person and I really didn’t get much feedback from it so….yeah.

Christmas Cousins - Part 1

Like every Christmas Arnold’s aunt and uncle were coming down from New York and spend the week. Unlike the past two years though, his younger cousin Abby was due to come as well. Typically his uncle let Abby go with his ex-wife, Abby’s mother, to see that side of the family, but this year she was coming. Arnold was both excited and a little aggravated about being able to see his younger cousin. On the one hand he hadn’t seen Abby in years, and they used to be quite close when they were younger, afterall Abby was only two years younger than Arnold. On the other hand though, Abby coming meant Arnold had to share his room for the week. What kind of self-respecting nineteen year old has to share his room with someone?

Christmas itself went as can be expected in any family Arnold assumed. People opened presents, gave the obligatory ‘thank you’ as they set aside gifts they probably didn’t actually want, and everyone even managed to get through Christmas dinner without too much arguing about things. Everyone seemed to have a textbook holiday, except for Arnold that is.

Three years had passed since Arnold had last seen Abby, and he hadn’t even thought about the impact going from fourteen to seventeen would have on a young girl. That is until he realized halfway into the post-dinner TV watching that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. He’d been basically staring at her since she arrived this morning. Abby was always attractive he guessed, but he’d always just seen her as the goofy girl that followed him around everywhere. Now though, as he sat with his legs over the side of a Lay-Z-Boy recliner and her on the couch beside her father, it finally kicked in exactly how hot Abby had truly become.

Abby had always been the tomboy type, even as kids she was more likely to be jumping in puddles and catching frogs than Arnold was. T-shirts and jeans, and almost always short hair, Abby could have almost passed for a boy when they were young. Even at fourteen, when he’d last seen her she barely showed any signs physically of being a young woman. Now though, now there was a difference.

Somewhere around five foot seven, Abby’s hair was as red as a brand new ferrari, and came down well past her shoulders, obviously dyed it was a strange change of pace from her natural blonde. Her eyes were still the familiar shade of hazel he remembered, but the biggest change Arnold noticed from their years apart was her body, and the way she was dressed. Abby didn’t have that tomboy body anymore, instead she had a beautiful pair of C-cup breasts, which she also seemed to know were quite the sight by her choice to wear just a red tank top. The straps to her matching red bra were never lined up with the straps to the top. Her legs and firm rear were wrapped tight inside a pair of light blue jeans that actually seemed one size too small. Arnold obviously fantasized that if her hair was red, top was red, and bra were red, it would be a good bet her panties were red as well.

“I think I’m gonna head up and grab a shower and hit the hay”, Arnold said as he climbed up out of the chair and gave everyone a wave.

Convinced that a hot shower would help clear his mind regarding his cousin he prepared just that. He closed both doors to the bathroom, the bathroom itself being set between his and his sister’s rooms, and turned on the water. After a few minutes of adjusting water temperatures and stripping he stepped in and happily accepted the shower of warm water that began to crash against his chest. It wasn’t long before Arnold managed to push his cousin out of his mind. He chose instead to focus on his plans for the rest of winter break, lots of sleeping in, naps, video games, goofing off with friends, the usual.

Satisfied with his level of cleanliness Arnold stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off, wrapping the towel around his waist and scooping up his dirty clothes to toss them into the hamper. Making sure to unlock the door leading to his sister’s room, he did the same with his own door and stepped into his room, which had somehow had the light shut off. Leaving the bathroom light on to gain some sight he made his way to the wall beside his bedroom door and flipped the light one once again, revealing Abby lying in his bed, everything from her breasts down covered in his navy blanket.

“I hope you don’t mind, Aunt Carla said I’d be sleeping in here tonight, and I’d really rather not sleep on a floor”, she said, sitting up on her palms to look at Arnold.

“Oh…u-uh, y-yeah of course that’s totally cool”, Arnold answered.

He made his way to his dresser and started to pull out drawers, searching for something to wear to bed while having his quite attractive cousin in the same room. Typically he only slept in boxers, and quite often here recently he even slept nude, but neither of those really seemed like appropriate ideas. After a few minutes he finally decided on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, nothing inappropriate about those.

Holding them up in a gesture towards the bathroom he offered Abby a smile, “Just let me get dressed and I’ll make up a bed on the floor for me”.

Before she could speak Arnold made his way into the bathroom and once more closed the door behind him, careful to lock it as always. As he set the clothes down he leaned on the sink counter, glaring at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t sure what his younger cousin was wearing on her lower half, but the upper half was only covered by a large t-shirt, and even it had fallen to the side, not only revealing the entirety of her shoulder, but also that the bra straps that were previously there, were now gone. Yet again he forced himself to gather his composure and push Abby out of his mind while he pulled on his clothes. For a second time he opened the bathroom door to leave, this time flipping the light off as he stepped into his room, closing the door behind him in case his sister decided to use the bathroom.

“You really don’t have to sleep on the floor Arny, it isn’t like the bed isn’t big enough”, she said, patting the bed beside herself and giggling a little.

Arnold scowled a bit hearing the nickname he’d long hoped she’d forgotten from their childhood, “It’s Arnold, and I really doubt mom or Uncle Matt would like us sleeping in the same bed”.

“Why? We’re related, it’s not like it’s weird. Plus if my dad cared that much he should have put us in a hotel anyways, I told him I wanted an indoor pool to swim in”, she protested.

“Abby I just don’t think -”, he started.

“Not arguing Arnold”, she said, emphasizing his name, “Turn off the light and come on”.

His mouth opened to continue his persistence, but Arnold quickly found himself at a loss for words as Abby pulled the blanket over to reveal the bed beside her, as well as a little more. Instantly Arnold’s eyes locked onto his cousin’s exposed leg, the shirt barely covering the top half of her thigh. He still wasn’t confident he knew what she was wearing on her bottom half, but whatever it was didn’t hide very much.

Deciding it wasn’t worth fighting about Arnold made sure his door was pushed shut and flipped off the lightswitch, moving himself to the bed and climbing in beside Abby. He pulled the covers up over him and laid on his back, careful to be on the very edge as to not touch her or do anything that might freak her out. On the inside though, Arnold himself was freaking out. In the darkness, staring up at the ceiling, there was nothing to distract his mind, there was nothing to keep his imagination occupied other than the thought of whether or not her panties earlier actually matched the rest of her, and if she was still wearing them now, or any panties at all. Five minutes. Ten minutes. What felt like hours passed as he laid there, his mind’s eye throwing up image after image of his cousin and forcing his dick to throb under his cotton pants.

“Do you ever miss hanging out with me”, she asked, causing Arnold to almost jump out of the bed in surprise.

“Of course”, he said matter-of-factly.

“No I mean like, really miss it”, she started, rolling onto her side to face him and holding her head up on her hand, “We used to hang out like everyday, like every single day”.

Yeah, and then you guys moved and you stopped ever coming down”, Arnold said, though he refused to look at her, determined that staying on his back and staring at the ceiling would aide his internal struggle.

Hey, it’s not my fault my mom won’t ever let my Dad have me on the holidays. I’m lucky I get to spend any time with him at all, she’s a bitch”, Abby snarled.

Arnold chuckled a bit but couldn’t think of anything to say. Abby’s mom wasn’t the greatest in the world, but he thought bitch was a bit harsh, though he knew with his limited female experience it was better not to disagree.

Abby giggled and gave Arnold’s chest a small nudge with her hand, “I can remember forcing you to play house and doctor when I was like eight… Oh man I was such a dork when I was a kid”.

All kids are dorks, that’s what makes them kids”, Arnold clarified.

Yeah but I was like suuuuper dorky. I mean who thinks that being a doctor is just about giving shots and poking people in random places until they wake up and feel better?”, she asked sarcastically.

Well I doubt any eight year old really knows anything about being a doctor”, Arnold answered.

True. I still think sometimes about actually trying to be one you know”.

A doctor?”

Yeah, I mean I only have one semester left of high school, I’m gonna have to decide on something, right?”

I suppose. Guess I was just too worried about girls and getting a car to care much when I was in school”.

Doctor or actress, I think either of those would be fine. I mean afterall I have to be rich!”

Arnold chuckled again and finally found the courage to look at her. He kept his back firmly planted on the bed, but turned his head enough on his pillow to find her silhouette in the darkness.

Maybe I need to go back to practicing being a doctor hmm?”, she started before beginning to poke Arnold in random places along his chest and arms. “Does it hurt here? Here? Maybe here? Right there?”, she giggled as she prodded at him.

Cut it out!”, Arnold exclaimed, trying to cover himself and block her pokes.

The poking continued however for a good thirty seconds or so. Continuous constant poking, until suddenly it stopped. Abby’s mouth was slightly open and her eyebrows raised, a definite look of surprise on her face. Instantly Arnold felt his heart begin to race.

Are you…hard?”, she asked, flashing her eyes towards his crotch as she ended the question.

W-What, come on-, no way!”, he scoffed, trying to brush her off.

You totally are!”, she exclaimed, giving his arm a firm slap, “You pervert!”.

I’m not….hard”, he argued.

Oh please, I don’t care how long I’ve been gone, you still can’t lie worth a damn”, she pointed out.

Yet again Arnold didn’t get a chance to respond. He didn’t have a chance to do much of anything except stare at his cousin wide-eyed. Within a split second of finishing her sentence she had reached across the bed like a snake striking at a mouse and gripped his erect cock.

Wow Arny….I’ve changed that much huh?”, she asked, still holding firmly onto his erection through his pants.

It’s not that….I mean well, not like that it’s just…”he stammered, taking a minute to collect his thoughts, “It’s been a long time Abby”.

Slowly she started to stroke on him, the warm cotton sliding easily along his shaft, “I suppose you have gotten quite cute over the years too”.

Uhh…Abby?”, Arnold asked hesitantly.

She didn’t answer, instead like a seasoned pro Abby released her grip, slid her hand up and under his pants, and gripped again, this time skin on skin, all in one motion before slowly stroking again. Any fight Arnold might have had in him quickly melted away as his eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned loudly. Almost as if he’d thrown gasoline on a fire, what had started as a slow stroking immediately exploded into her pumping quickly on his cock.

His head thrust back and his teeth clenched, every ounce of him wanting to scream with how amazing it felt, but knowing not to in order to avoid being caught. Instead he held his teeth together tight and forced his eyes open, staring into his cousin’s beautiful eyes as she stroked up and down on his dick.

C-c-careful Abby or….oh god”, he paused to let out a loud moan, “careful or I’ll cum”.

That’s exactly what I want you to do”, she said, the confidence in her voice spilling over as she continued to move her hand up and down faster and faster.

That edging moment came and went faster than a hummingbird’s wings and almost before she could finish saying that’s what she wanted he did. His hips thrusted up, forcing his back to arch as once again his eyes and mouth clenched shut, his orgasm taking over at this point. His dick throbbed in perfect unison with her hand, forcing free a thick stream of cum everytime she stroked upwards. Over and over he moaned, his dick pulsed, and cum forced free, covering his dick and her hand, and even soaking a spot in his pants.

Finally she moved her hand all the way down, gripped hard on his base and tugged upward, milking every last drop of cum free before pulling her hand out from under his pants.

That was…wow”, Arnold exclaimed through broken breaths.

Glad I could help”, Abby responded, giggling a bit as she climbed out of the bed.

Yeah, of course, thank you”, he said, following her lead as he too threw the blanket off and got up.

As if it was a completely normal occurrence both of them made their way to their respective places to take care of clean up. Abby made her way into the bathroom, rinsing off her hand before letting Arnold head in after her. Part of him wanted to leave the door open, to let her see what she had just had in her hand, unfortunately though he was still a bit shy at the idea of letting her see him naked and instead opted to close the door as he wiped off his cock and changed from sweats into shorts.

He re-entered the bedroom, and though he already didn’t expect in a million years his cousin would give him a handjob, he didn’t expect in a trillion years to see her laying on his bed atop the covers, legs spread wide, and her completely shaved pussy glistening from the light of the bathroom.

Your turn”, Abby said, a huge smile on her face.

Merry Christmas!

I know some people were expecting a Christmas story, and I might try to do a Xmas themed one, but truth be told I spent Christmas morning working, then getting massively drunk with the wife, fucking her, and then sleeping all day.

So yeah, not exciting, and not what many of you wanted to hear, but the truth.

Anyways, I know stories are slow coming. Work. Bills. Wife. Friends. Other hobbies. I appreciate that you guys want more, and I promise to try harder with getting more stuff posted.

Anyways, Merry Christmas everyone! And be safe!