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A Sister’s Lust

This story, is quite lengthy, and not all about sex. I understand that many people who come to the site like to read quick sex stories with not much backround or story, however this is not one of those stories, but I do hope you read it all and stick with it. (BTW it is not a pedo story, even though it starts off with a young girl. Don’t worry.)

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A Brother’s Lust

Dan is resentful of his little sister for getting so much attention…but he’s giving her attention for very different reasons.

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Divine Justice II: The Gift

This story was started a long time ago by an author who had a very good string of stories and then disappeared, as many do on this site… Hopefully this works. I’m sorry for any grammatical errors or mistakes in the writing.

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The Adventures of Samantha Part 0 – The Talk

I guess there was no way to know that I wasn’t a normal girl.
You see, I didn’t have a ton of interaction with people outside my family growing up. My mom, little sister Kellie and twin brother and sister Andrew and Hannah lived in a small farming town in Iowa. I know it doesn’t sound like a hell of a lot of fun, but again, I didn’t know much better. We lived in Chicago for the first few years of my life. My dad was a CEO of a large company and worked long, stressful days. He died when I was 5, shortly after the twins were born, of a sudden heart attack. I remember being confused as to where he went, and Mom being really sad and a lot of friends and relatives coming over, but other than that, not much. Soon afterwards, my mom moved to Iowa and bought the farm.
She homeschooled all 4 of her kids, since the one decent primary school in town was a Christian school and required regular attendance at church. We never went to church, so it was never an option. I never really asked why. So we were home schooled. In the winter, Mom put us through 12-hour school days so that in the spring and summer, we could focus more on tending the crops and studying independently. I never minded the system, but once I got to be older, I found it monotonous. I didn’t remember much about Chicago but I remember there were a lot more people around.
It was a hot day in July when I was helping Mom harvest the corn crop, and she surprised me.
“Samantha, how would you like to go to a real school?”
This caught me off guard. I HAD been thinking about it, but I never considered it to be a real possibility.
“Where?” I asked. There weren’t any high schools within a 45 minute drive, and Mom had the farm to take care of, not to mention a 13-year-old daughter and two 12-year olds.
“There’s a boarding school in Chicago called Rogers Prep. Your father went there. It just went co-ed a few years ago, so I’d think there are quite a few girls that go there now.”
This idea scared me. Going to Rogers would mean leaving the one place that I really ever knew. I wanted to go to a real school, but this would be a big step. On the other hand, it would be great to be in a place with people my age. Despite being only a year or two older, I did a lot of the work taking care of my younger siblings to help out Mom, so a lot of the time I had to be the bad guy to them. A lot of the time, it felt like me and Mom vs. my siblings.
“What would you do, Mom? Don’t you need help taking care of things around here?”
“Don’t worry about that. They’re all old enough to take some responsibility for themselves. I imagine they’ll all be at Rogers in a year or two anyways, and once that happens I’ll probably sell the farm and get a smaller place I can handle by myself.”
So just before my 15th birthday, Mom and I were making the 5 hour drive to Chicago to meet the dean at Rogers, and if he accepted me, I’d start school the next week. Normally I’d have to take an entrance exam, but I guess the dean was an old friend of Dad’s, and agreed to let me in as long as I demonstrated the knowledge that was needed to succeed at Rogers.
We arrived on campus and it was beyond anything I imagined. The city was so lively; I saw more people in the first 10 seconds than I had my entire life in Iowa. The grass was green, the autumn flowers were blooming, and there were students everywhere. Walking from the car to the dean’s office, I couldn’t help but stare at some of them. Tall, muscular boys, short, skinny girls, some white, some black, some with dark hair, some with blonde hair, one or two with red hair.
We arrived at the dean’s office and were greeted by a 20-something, gorgeous woman. She gave me a toothy smile and her lips moved, but I wasn’t listening. My eyes moved from her hair to her full cheeks to her pouty lips, down to her blouse that showed just a small bit of cleavage. Her boobs weren’t huge, but they were significantly larger than mine, and just had some kind of life to them.
“Samantha?” I heard Mom say.
“Oh, um, sorry?”
“The receptionist smiled again. “I asked if you need anything before your interview? Dean Matthews will be ready for you in 10 minutes or so.”
“Oh, actually, could I just use the restroom? It’s been a long drive.”
“Sure thing, it’s down the hall on your left.”
I nodded and went down the hall to the bathroom. I had a funny feeling in my belly that I’d never felt before. I decided to splash some water in my face to compose myself. I took a look in the mirror. I by no means was bad looking, but I couldn’t compare to the receptionist out front. My hair was naturally straight, halfway down my back and dark brown, almost black. I stood about 5’3”. My tits were an A-cup. I never really cared about their size until I saw the receptionist outside. I didn’t want giant boobs, I just hoped they’d fill out a little bit more. I was toned due to all the farm work i’d done over the years. I especially liked my legs; they looked and felt strong and powerful.
I stared in the mirror, trying to fix my hair. I didn’t love my hair, it was sort of dull. Most of the time I didn’t care, but I didn’t want to look dull in an interview. There wasn’t much I could do about it. I sat down to use the bathroom. I found myself wishing I had red hair like the receptionist. How much more interesting I’d be. I was otherwise average looking, but some interesting hair would make me feel a little bit better about myself.
Realizing I’d been in here about 10 minutes, I quickly washed my hands and returned to the front desk. A man in his 50s wearing a brown suit was already there, chatting with Mom. I guess they must have met once or twice when Dad was still alive.
“Ah, you must be Samantha! I haven’t seen you since you were just a baby. How are you? I’m excited you decided to join us here at Rogers. I’m sure you’ll fit in nicely. Come in, come in, we’ll have a little chat.” He said it all very fast.
“Alright, great, nice to meet you too, sir.” I followed him into his office. On the way in, I caught my mom’s eye. She had one eyebrow raised and was smirking. I didn’t have time to ask what was going on.
The interview itself was not much of an interview. Dean Matthews did most of the talking himself. I smiled and nodded and said a word here or there, but after about 20 minutes, he told me that I’d be a welcome addition to the school and that he’d already set up boarding arrangements for me.
“You’ll have a room by yourself, most of the freshmen live with roommates but your mother tells me you are already adept at algebra, geometry, biology, and writing, so she asked that we accelerate your schooling a bit. You’ll essentially be starting as a Sophomore, and no one has roommates here after Freshman year.”
This was kind of a relief, I wanted to meet people but the idea of sharing every intimate detail of my life with a complete and random stranger was a bit unnerving. I smiled and accepted, and he sent me on my way.
“Go to Holmes Hall and talk to the Housemaster there. He’ll show you to your room.” He smiled and opened the door to his office. “Good luck. I know you’ll love it here”.
I was smiling as I left the office with Mom. We walked over to Holmes as I told my mom everything about the interview. Once we arrived, the Housemaster showed me to my room, unlocked the door, and handed me the key. “This is you, feel free to let me know if there’s anything you need.”
Mom and I entered the room and looked around. It was a fairly big dorm room , with two windows and a double bed in the corner, a desk against the wall, and a large dresser. On the desk sat a brand new laptop laser-etched with my name below the logo.
“Oooh, cool!” I nearly screamed. The only computer I’d ever known must have been built in 1998. We never needed anything newer, and I never experienced anything faster than dialup internet.
“All incoming students get one.” My mom smiled. “Nice hair, by the way.”
I turned to my mother, “Oh no, is something wrong with it?”
“Well, it’s red. About the same color as the young lady you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of earlier.”
I didn’t really understand. I walked over to the mirror over the dresser and my jaw dropped. My hair, normally a deep brown, was a shocking shade of red. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “What?? Oh my god, how did this happen?”
My mom just smiled. “Samantha, I was going to have this talk to with you today, but you seem to have beat me to the punch.”
I was confused. “What? What talk? What are you talking about?”
“Sam, this is going to seem absurd to you, but I’m 100% serious here. She sat me down on the bed. You and I and your brother and sisters are not normal human beings. In fact, we’re not human beings at all.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Did my Mom just tell me that neither of us are human?
“We are an organism from a faraway solar system. My grandmother and a few dozen others were sent here to inhabit this planet, and, within a few hundred years, the majority of the Earth will be our kind. Our job is to spread the race.”
This did not exactly register to me. I sat there with a dumb look on my face, half expecting Mom to yell “psych!” at any moment. She didn’t, but instead, she continued.
“Like I said, I was going to tell you today, but it seems you beat me to it. In case you haven’t realized, we have the ability to change our appearance at will. This gives us an obvious evolutionary advantage, since it’ll be easier to find compatible mates.”
I still could not believe her. “If you can change your appearance, why haven’t I been able to my whole life? Why do you look the same?”
“Well,” she said, “you don’t get the ability until you’re ready to reproduce. But I don’t want you worrying about that yet. You’re here to get an education. As for me, well, I kept the same basic appearance to keep everything under wraps, but let me ask you, do I look like a 50-year old woman?”
I could not say that she did, in fact, she didn’t look a day over 29. Her skin was smooth, her boobs were firm, and her hair was as black as always. “I guess not,” I conceded.
“It’s because I have control over my appearance. I’ll look this way until it’s no longer believable that I’m actually 50. Even then, living on a farm with no steady visitors lets me look as young as I want.” She smiled. “You’re still skeptical. Tell me, what else do you wish you could change about yourself?”
I thought about this. “Well, I wish my boobs were a bit bigger.”
“Of course you do. Our kind don’t develop fully after puberty. That way we can choose what we look like without alarming people. I’m actually surprised you haven’t changed those yet.” She laughed to herself.” Try picturing yourself with bigger boobs, then.”
I did. Instantly, I felt my chest growing outward. The clasp of my bra snapped off and my tits filled my shirt, straining against the fabric. I gasped.
“Whoa now,” my mom laughed. “Don’t go too crazy! You’re not going to be able to keep the boys away.”
I imagined myself with my normal A-cups and watched as they deflated back to normal. “Still don’t believe?” my mom asked.
“I guess I do… this is all insane. Wow” I kept pinching myself, figuring this was a dream.
“Now Sam, this is obviously a very powerful ability. But there are rules. Number one, you must keep this a secret.. This means no changing in front of them. The last thing we want is for you to be whisked away to some government lab for study. The second thing is, don’t change into the form of another known person, particularly if this human is in the area or a celebrity. We don’t want people accidentally seeing double visions of themselves or thinking they saw Lindsay Lohan when they really didn’t, because thats when suspicions arise. Third, and most importantly, you must stay relatively the same form whenever you’re doing day-to-day activities around people who see you often. That means you can’t show up to class as a 6’2, black girl one day and a 4’11 Asian girl the next. Does that make sense?”
I nodded, still refusing to believe what I was hearing.
“So your first task is to find a form you like. This will be your regular form, that you’ll wear most of the time. You can get taller or shorter or grow your boobs and such slowly and over time, but make it seem natural. The next step is to learn to be comfortable in that form. After that, you can change your size, height, hair color, skin color, you name it.”
“And this is all so I can have babies? That’s the purpose of my life?”
“Oh, no, of course not.” Mom said. You can live your life relatively normally. You can have fun changing your form. But I don’t want you to worry about reproduction let. If you do find yourself in that situation, just know that you won’t get pregnant unless you absolutely, positively want to, deep down. You can practice finding mates, but I think reproduction can wait, don’t you?”
“Agreed,” I said. I guess this was my form of the sex talk; I never got a proper one on my farm in Iowa.
“It’s running late, let’s get your things so I can get back,” Mom said, smiling at me.
Once Mom left and I organized everything, I collapsed back on the bed. What a day! I fully expected to wake up in my bed in Iowa tomorrow to find I had a horrible fever or something. I dozed off, and after an hour or so woke up, still at Rogers. I decided to go down to the mess hall to get some dinner; I realized I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I nearly forgot I’d need to decide on a form before I mingled with other people at the school. Such a high-pressure choice! I figured three people had already seen me; two of them I’d certainly see again, so I couldn’t change myself too much. I decided to go with chestnut hair, just below my shoulders, and full B-cup tits. I liked the size, they fit in my hands when I cupped them and they weren’t noticeably bigger than my real tits. I figured I looked approachable yet very attractive. I was happy with my new body but I wanted to try some new things. I pictured myself with big, firm D-cup tits. Sure enough, my jest grew outward. I caught myself this time and pulled my blouse off.I wasn’t expecting the weight difference and it surprised me. I stood there with my D-cups pressing against my A-cup bra which was open in the back from when I busted it earlier. The bra concealed my nipples but not much else. I removed the bra. My nipples were still dime-sized, so I imagined quarter-sized nipples on myself and sure enough they appeared. I tugged at one of them, sending a shiver down my spine.
I decided to keep going farther with this. I stripped completely naked, knowing my plan would ruin whatever clothes I had on. I imagined a supermodel I had seen, with an hourglass figure, dirty blonde hair, a perky butt, and huge tits. She must have been almost 6 feet, with long, strong legs. I imagined myself becoming her, or something like that. The sudden changes happening in my body sent me stumbling back toward my bed. I was growing about an inch a second, my tits were inflating yet again, and I could feel my butt growing. Once it stopped, I clumsily stood up and walked to the mirror. I was indeed about 6 inches taller, and was a complete bombshell. I couldn’t stop staring at my “self” in the mirror. I explored my tits, fingering at my nipples, which sent a surge of electricity down to my pussy, which still had a thin triangle of hair above it. I found my hand sliding down to it and touching it, and feeling a wetness. My finger slid past my clit and I shuddered. I was staring at myself, admiring my beauty. I found that spot again, and i realized that this was where I should focus. Without moving from the mirror, I watched this supermodel figure in the mirror playing with herself. I slid a finger from my left hand to my opening and inserted a long finger as I continued to tease my clit. I moaned loudly. This was AMAZING! Finally, after a few minutes of increasingly faster teasing and fingering, I felt a crash of pleasure hit me. I screamed, my knees gave out, and i fell to the floor, still going at it with myself. Just as the pleasure subsided I heard a knock on the door.
“Hello? Is everything alright in there?” a male voice called. Panicking, I changed myself back to the 5’3, auburn haired, B-cup form I created for myself earlier and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. I opened the door slightly to see a short but muscular 17-year old boy.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you but I heard screams from this room and I thought it was empty. I’m Mark by the way. “ He reached out to shake my hand. “Samantha” I said. I shook his hand, but didn’t realize my juices were still all over it until it was too late. He didn’t seem to notice.
“I’ll leave you to it, but let me know if you want me to show you around sometime,” Mark smiled.” I’m just across the hall.”
“Alright,” I said, just anxious to get out of this horribly awkward situation. “See you around”. I closed the door and looked through the peep hole at him walking back to his room. I saw him sniff his own hand and look back at the door. He smiled and entered his room.

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My Horny Blind Aunt

My Horny Blind Aunt
…* based on a true story
… I had slowly became sexually aroused for my nephew Brad for a long time. His touch and mine told us we both had desires for each other. We had never got the chance to get together and sure didn’t need the family causing us both trouble.
… When he was little, he always helped me get around and me being blind seemed to turn him on. I think because he was shy and bashful. Being around me with no eye contact, made him feel comfortable around me. I could feel it in his touch. He liked to touch me. When we were alone we did a lot of touching which turned us both on. Hands at first, then arms, then faces and on to our legs and then one day…. my tits. He let me feel his boner and I let him feel up my dress and rub my pussy. He had a great and sexy touch. We liked to get each other aroused and then…we started kissing real hot in private…..
…Blind girls have a great advantage. We can smell a lot about a guy. His aftershave, or cologne, nervous perspiration, and what girl he was just with. The tone of his voice. If he’s talking towards us or away from us. The touch of him is the most reveling of all. Body temperature, moisture, and the slightest shaking in his hands. His reaction to conversations can be felt in his hands. Voices that are lying sound different that ones that tell the truth.
….Body heat tells us a lot too. My purse makes a little sound when it is opened, so I know if it being opened by someone else. Brad had a nice voice, very sincere, and I could tell he was horny for me. He quickly knew how to arouse me, and did so to make me happy. He would let his fingers trace my nipples outside my blouse, just to watch me smile. He loved to make me horny…and I loved to give him hardon’s.
….My brother and sister in law were going out of town for a week, so I ask her to send Brad over to look in on me for that week. They said fine and Brad caught on quick that this was a chance for us to get together. I was only a few years older than Brad and they didn’t know about our secret little feeling affair.
…There was something about being the first girl to have sex with him that was driving me to be… that girl. He had admitted to me that he was a virgin, but to please not tell anyone. This was becoming quite an obsession with me. Now was the time to act and get that virgin erection all to myself. I was a virgin also.
…Brad was the only guy I ever let feel me up, and I had to let him know I ’wanted’ to be felt up. In the early days, I moved his shaky hand where I wanted it to let him know it was ’ok’.
…We finally were alone one day when it very first happened. It was my first sexual thrill from a guy.
Brad….
….I tried not to act excited when ’they’ decided I should go check on aunt Tina while they were away. As a teen guy and I had gotten sex desires for her over the years. The warm touches she gave me told me she liked turning me on. It first started big a few months ago…..
…. We were in my house alone together for about an hour. She decided to get bold and gave me this sexy hug as we were standing. She whispered: (“…we have to have a talk Brad.”) I started getting a boner as I felt her push her pussy into me. I froze up as I had not even had my first sex yet. I was very inexperienced, with Tina being the only girl I had the hots for. Tina was a beautiful blond with nice tits and shape….but the sexy way she acted to me when no one was around, got to me.
…That day I really got turned in by her and I got a big boner. She whispered: (“Brad…I have to tell you something….I want to be the first girl you have sex with. I can teach you how girls like to have sex and you can ask me any questions you want to. Will you wait until we can be alone together and take our time with our first sex?”) I couldn’t speak at first, as she kept rubbing her pussy right on my boner. Then I said: (“…that would be wonderful Aunt Tina, I’ve dreamed about you for a long time, this would be a dream come true for me.”)
… She held me tight and told me how wonderful is was going to be. Then she said: (“…we have time to get in a little practice right now.”)
….She said to close my eyes and to let her do some ‘hot’ kissing practice, not just regular.
… While her lips played with mine she put her hand down my pants. I felt her warm fingers feeling my boner. Her warm lips were wet and her tongue traced along my lips. This was mega hot. She said to feel her tits. I went under her t-shirt and felt her warm tits over her bulging bra. She said to un-hook her bra. Now reach under and feel her nipples and be gentle.
…. I moved my hands under and went for her nipples. They stuck out firm as I felt them. She started breathing as hard as I was. I was loving this. She said to now put my hand under her skirt. I slipped my hand under. She had taken her panties off and I felt her wet slit.
…Time was racing by as we got really turned on and I slipped my finger in her pussy. She moaned a little and said to rub the top and called it her clit. She jumped and moaned a little more. She said: (“…my pussy will be waiting for you Brad…”)
…We had to stop as others would be coming home any minute. I watched her ass as she headed for the bathroom. She never looked so hot to me as she did now. It was hard to wait to get my hands on that body of hers. Now I had to cover my big boner and think about something else.
….Time dragged by with my school, mom and dad’s chores for me and Tina vivid on my mind. We both waited for the time to be together. We talked by phone though….and our hot talk just made the waiting worse. We found out how long we each had been wanting each other and were shocked on how long ago it started. I knew she kinda liked me but I never knew she fingered herself and thought of me….but….I told her I wanked the same about her. I swiped a pair of her panties and shot cum on them and a picture of her I found too. She said she had dreams of us having hot sex.
… All this talk was just making us want each other all the more. One night on the phone she fingered herself to orgasm as I wanked thinking about fucking her. To hear her moan and breathe like that was awesome…..
Tina thoughts…
….My obsession for Brad was happening for real. Tonight my brother and sister in law leave for a week. A whole week for Brad and I to be together. I was wet all the time now waiting. It was hard to wait to get my hands on him.
….Late Friday night I hear a knock on my door. He said it was him. My heart jumped as I opened the door. Our arms went around each other as I felt the head from his body. I felt his excited breathing on the side of my face. I had a robe on, and nothing else. I started undressing him right there. I wanted us naked and free. Two virgins all shaky and fumbling our fingers. I felt him pick me up and carry me to my couch. It felt like I was flying as he spun me around and around kissing my face over and over.
… We both giggled as he finally sat down with me across his lap. I felt his face for the smile I knew was there. He was like a little kid on Christmas. He felt my face like I felt his. He took my hand and held it up to my own face…he said: “See how beautiful you are..” He guided my hands around my face, using my hands as his eyes. We took our time feeling us and I saw him like never before, using his eyes and my hands to see with. I felt his chest with it’s beating excited heart. He guided my hands around my tits that he loved so much. I got a new picture of things through his hands directing mine. We did the same with our lips as they and our tongues felt all over us.
…He said he saw this movie where a guy put lotion all over the girl and it was beautiful. He brought a bag with him with lavender lotion in it. He opened my robe and started in on me. I had never had this done to me. I got new chills I never knew I had. He warmed it with his hand and put it all over my body as I went into a new world of feelings. It was making me so horny I had to take in bigger breaths.
…He got up and kneeled over me and put on the great aroma all over every inch of my body. I got so relaxed, when he got closer and closer to my pussy, I almost orgasmed right then. This special lotion he found began slowly began to heat up after is was applied. I was in another world of pleasure and aroma. I was weak but managed to pull him on top of me. I applied the lotion to him also. We both sighed as I felt so good. Now his boner was rock hard resting between my legs.
…. It was time to put it in my pussy. I guided it slowly in my tight pussy. A little at a time as we gasp for breath. I pulled my knees up and slowly it went in deeper and deeper. We gently let it go all the way in me. We mesh together as one. We now go to another world with each other. The feeling I’m getting are off the scale. We wrap ourselves in each others arms and I now know what it feel like to have his erection in me. We began to fuck together as an unexplainable high climbs up inside of us.
….Finally together. I pull him in deep to my pussy to get all the feeling I can. He’s starting to peak with me…I moan out as he starts to shake and we feel it. The hot cum flowing in me. We gasp for air as the feeling takes us away. I didn’t realize my hips could move so fast as I pumped my pussy around his cock. More moaning and squirming between us. Something inside my pussy squeezed down on his cock and lock on it tight…still higher I went as we kept fucking until we just locked up and let the cum flow in me…….
—–
….Brad and I have been together for 4 years now. The family is now use to it. Some nice people say: “Cool, she has a ‘sighted’ room mate to be with.”…he does take advantage of me thought. He sneaks up behind me (of course I can hear him) and gropes and cops a feel of my tits and pussy. I act surprised. I take his clothes while he’s in the shower and then turn out all the lights in the house. He giggles and has to try and find them. There always between my legs when he finds me….
…. In the evenings he likes to play a porn video. He puts a disk in the DVD player. He says the disk sound is crappy, so he will narrate. He loves to get me all turned on as he describes the action. He fondles me as the video plays.
…One of my favorites is the one about 2 blind girls fucking their captive sighted guy.
…He puts me on top of him and describes how they force him to fuck them as he struggles to get away. They hold him down and take turns fucking him. He is forced to suck their tits and eat their pussy’s as they hold him down.
….The story gets me so hot I attack Brad. I put my tits in his mouth and make him suck them so hot. I slide down and suck and lick his warm erection. I move up and force him to eat my hot pussy real good…then I put his erection in my pussy and force him to gladly fuck me. I have to moan as we feel it coming. We lock our bodies together and I feel the hot blast of his cum shoot in me. I climax hard as I squirm, tremble and finally collapse on top of him.
….I feel a million feelings all over my body that a sighted girl would never feel…I see with my hands…and they never tell what they see….
(Oh, by the way, we don’t even own a DVD player.)

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The Island, Chapter 26

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.

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The girls

I finally returned to Bangalore to visit my old friend and business partner. I was in for a great surprise.

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Jane’s Day

Jane huffed at the reflection.
“Nothing looks good!” she wailed at the image of herself. Summer started to show itself and Jane wanted to show off. Eleventh grade was a good year for her; her body had finally started to fill into a woman’s figure. A perky B-cup replaced her androgynous flat chest and her jeans clung nicely to her now firm, curvaceous butt. All Jane needed was the clothes to show them off to their fullest but she couldn’t decide what looked best.
With a loud, huffing sigh she slipped into a boring, white Tee and simple jeans and looked at herself. Her dark pink nipples showed lightly through the thin shirt and served as a reminder to put on the new bras she was now required to wear. She remembered the first time she went to school without one; the boys stared and drooled but a few girls called her a slut. She liked the attention but didn’t like being called a slut. A loud noise rumbled from outside, Jane looked out and saw the bus.
“Oh damn!” She grabbed her backpack and raced out the door. The bus driver gave her a stern look as she climbed the steps, out of breath. Jane took her regular seat near the back beside her best friend Heather. Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath; Heather looked at her and laughed.
“Trying to show off again?” Jane looked at her and saw her pointing towards her chest; stiff pert nipples pressed against the fabric.
“Damn it! I didn’t put on my bra! Did you bring a jacket?” Heather shook her head and grinned.
“You did say you wanted to show off more.”
“Yeah but not this much, remember last time?” Jane slipped her backpack around her and covered her chest.
“Hopefully nobody notices.”
“I noticed.” Heather smiled.
“But you’re sitting next to me and I was breathing heavy…”
“That and your nipples are sticking out.” She jokingly poked her friends boob and Jane jumped slightly.
“Stop it! Don’t draw attention to them.” Heather gave a hurtful pout that turned into a sly grin. Her hands reached around her friend’s chest and cupped the firm breasts.
“You mean, don’t draw attention to these wonderful braless boobs?” Heather’s voice rose with an inflection. Jane pushed her away as people started to look at the two.
“Damn it Heather, why did you do that?!” Jane whispered with an edge in her voice and a flush on her face. Her friend continued to laugh, only able to slip a few words between fits.
“Because, it was funny. You’re so red!” A flush rose in Jane’s cheeks again.
The bus pulled into the bus loop and began to let the students off. Jane stood up and squeezed her backpack to her chest. They filed out the door and into the bright, warm morning. Students crowded around the entrance to the school or hung out around the picnic tables. The backpack grew heavy in Jane’s arms and she reluctantly slid it back on.
“The bell is going to ring soon, Heather.” She reminded her friend as she started to walk towards the tables.
“I know, but I want to talk to someone! I’m not going to be late!” Heather walked away before Jane could protest.
She looked down at her shirt. The outline of her nipples was so clear. She began to think about all the boys staring at her and it made her shiver. She liked the attention but she didn’t like being called names. Her nipples stiffened at the thought of every boy staring at her.
“Damn it.” She whispered and tried to cover herself as she started towards the door. Jane arrived at her first period class without problems. She sat at her desk and filled out some homework problems she was meant to do two days ago. Her concentration broke when Kevin walked over to her.
“Hey Jane, did you have a good weekend?” he asked, awkwardly. Jane looked up but kept her arms close to her chest.
“Yeah it was okay. Nothing special happened. Did you?” Jane knew Kevin liked her. A wicked thought came to her, she relaxed her arms. She wanted to tease him.
“I bought a new video game which was cool. Do you play any games?” Kevin glanced down as Jane’s arms moved. His eyes fell onto the outlines of her nipples.
“I’ve played a few, Heather likes video games more than me but I’ll play when I’m at her house. “ She saw his glance. Adrenaline made her want to go further. Jane reached behind with both arms to grab a text book from her backpack on the chair. Her breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her shirt. Taut fabric revealed her hardening nipples.
“That’s cool. Did you have a favorite?” Kevin managed to choke out as he noticed she had no bra. Jane smiled at his obvious peeks.
“There was a shooting one I played. Heather beat me pretty bad but it was fun. “Her smile widened as she saw the bulge begin to form in his jeans. She winked at Kevin as he walked away to take his seat when the bell rang.
Heather rushed through the door after the bell finished ringing and took her seat next to Jane. Their teacher stared daggers at her.
“Heather, this is the third time you’ve been late to class. If it happens again, I will write you up.” Heather apologized and began to unpack.
“Now class today will be group work day. So pick a partner and get to work.” The girls turned towards each other immediately.
“I guess she doesn’t want to teach today.” Heather shrugged.
“Good, I wanted to talk. Why were you late this time?”
“Just talking to someone, I might have a date this weekend!”
“This weekend? What about our girls’ night this Friday?” Jane asked sadly.
“Don’t worry. We’re still going to have it. I promise.” Heather grabbed the text book and passed the papers to Jane.
“I’ll search for the answers, you write them down okay?”
“All right. I still don’t know how you have such terrible handwriting for a girl.” Heather just shrugged.
“I see you’re still showing off.” She pointed at Jane’s chest with the end of her pencil. Jane blushed a dark red.
“Kevin came over and started talking to me. I gave him a show.” She smiled coyly. Heather smirked.
“Lucky him. I thought you were worried about the attention?”
“I still am, but there’s no reason I can’t have a bit of fun, right?”
“Right!” Heather winked at her friend.
“We should get this done Jane. I don’t want to have to take it home for homework.” The two worked through the period and finished their assignment.
“I’ll see you at lunch, Jane!” And before she could respond Heather was out the door.
Jane stood up and walked towards the door. Kevin walked in front of her and stopped her.
“Hey Jane, I know this is weird and all but would you like to go out sometime? It’s okay if you say no, I understand.” He looked away and waited for her answer. Jane could see how nervous he was.
“I don’t know Kevin, maybe? I’m busy this weekend but maybe we could do something today?” Jane figured she’d give him a chance. He wasn’t bad looking; he was just a bit nerdy.
“Wow really? Okay. I’ll see you after school.” Kevin walked away surprised as Jane made her way out the door and down the halls.
The next two periods went by without much excitement. Jane only caught a few boys taking peeks at her unsupported rack. The bell rang to signal the last lunch and Jane pushed her way into the crowded halls that flowed in and out of the cafeteria. She saw Heather waiting at their regular table by the windows.
“Hey Heather, I’m not really hungry are you?”
“I’ve already eaten. I got here before the crowd and hit the express line” Jane glanced over at the line separated from the rest of the large crowds.
“I think I’ll do that too.” She returned with a chicken sandwich and bottle of milk. Heather looked at her expectantly.
“What?”
“What do you mean what? Tell me about Kevin!”
“It was nothing. I just did this.” She stretched her arms back behind her head again, her pert breasts pushed against her shirt. Heather’s eyes fixated on her friend. She watched intensely.
“And then my nipples started to get hard so I stopped before I made him blow.” She laughed then began to eat her sandwich.
“You really gave him a show.”
“Yeah, and we’re hanging out after school today. Maybe I’ll show him some more.” Jane winked at Heather. The girls laughed.
“Oh Heather! You never told me who you might be going on a date with this weekend!”
“Oh it’s nobody you’d know.”
“Well tell me his name I might know them!”
“No you wouldn’t, they’re new to town.”
“Oh, want me to meet him? Make sure he isn’t a creep and all that.”
“No it’s fine, thanks though. So where are you and Kevin going to go?”
“I don’t know. It was kind of spur of the moment. Do you think he’s cute?”
“He’s okay, a big nerd though.”
“Not that big, you play video games too.”
“Yeah, but I’m a girl.” The two girls laughed again as Jane finished her food.
“The bell is going to ring soon. I’m meeting Kevin right after school so I’ll see you tomorrow, Heather!”
Jane got up as the bell rang. She filed behind other students waiting to get to the trashcan near the exit. She looked down the line of people and saw Kevin. She waved him over.
“Hey Kevin, we never decided where to meet at.”
“Well we can meet at the front of the school and walk somewhere if that’s cool with you.” Jane smiled at his awkward way of getting approval for their plans.
“Sure, that sounds great. I’ll meet you there.”
Time ticked by as Jane waited for the classes to end. Nobody else paid her any attention which upset her some. The final bell finally rang and Jane eagerly pushed her way through the throng of students trying to make it to the bus. She saw Heather talking to a girl she didn’t know but didn’t have time to stop and talk to them. A final push exited her into the bright day. She saw Kevin standing near the road. This time he waved and she came over.
“Hey Kevin! Ready to go?” She smiled at him.
“Yeah. Where uh, do you want to go?” He asked, timidly.
“Anywhere is fine. I didn’t have a big lunch so I could use some food.”
“There’s the pizza place up the road, they also have some arcade games or we could go to the movies.”
“Pizza sounds really good, and maybe you can show me how good you are with your hands.” She winked at him, causing him to blush slightly.
The two walked down the sidewalk of the busy main street mostly in silence. Jane decided to start the conversation.
“So, why’d you want to ask me out?” She asked him bluntly. He looked at her nervously.
“Well, I think you’re pretty and nice.” He trailed off. Jane smiled at him.
“Oh, so it wasn’t the show I put on for you in first period this morning huh?” She nearly tripped him with the question.
“No, no! I wanted to ask you before; I just never had the nerve.” She laughed at his flustered answer. The two walked into the cool, dark pizza place. The hostess greeted and sat them quickly.
“This place is nice. I’ve been here before, the pizza is really good. They use a lot of sauce on it.” Jane said as she toyed with the salt shaker that sat on the table.
“Yeah, it’s really good. And you can play the arcade games while you wait for your order.” Jane gave him a scolding look.
“Oh, rather play video games than talk to me huh?” She teased.
“Not at all, I was just saying it’s nice to have that option when I’m here with other people.” Their pizza arrived not long after they ordered it and the two ate in mostly silence.
“Did you finish the work in first period?” Jane asked between slices.
“Yeah it was easy. My partner stuck me with all the writing though.”
“Yeah Heather does that to me too.” The two laughed over their shared ‘misfortune’. In their laughter, Jane’s pizza dripped a glob of sauce onto her shirt.
“Damn!” She reached for a napkin and began to wipe off the sauce. The warm sauce and her rubbing started to make her nipples hard. The sauce made her shirt slightly see through where it landed. Kevin noticed and tried to not stare.
“I see you looking at me Kevin.” She teased. Jane made a sultry face.
“Want to see more?” She said lustily. Kevin stared at her with his mouth agape and she began to laugh.
“You can already see enough!” Jane looked at her nipples poking out underneath her shirt. Kevin made glances when he thought she wouldn’t notice. She loved his attention. She wanted more of it. An idea began to form in her head.
“Let’s go Kevin, time for me to pick a spot to hang out.” They paid their tab and headed out. Jane led the way, she pulled Kevin along.
“Here we are!” She announced. Kevin looked around at the bleak area.
“We’re just under the bridge.” He said. Jane laughed at his obvious statement.
“That’s not what I wanted you to see.” She stepped behind him and raised her shirt. Kevin turned to follow but was greeted with a pair of breasts.
“I thought I teased you enough, I figured I’d let you see them.” Jane’s heart raced. She giggled and pulled her shirt back down.
“Did you like them?” She asked, more shy than before.
“Yeah. Can I see them again?” Kevin asked. His bold request shocked Jane but she lifted her shirt slowly and revealed the pert globes underneath.
“There…” She said quietly. “You can touch them if you want.” Kevin’s arm stretched out, his hand pressed roughly against her chest. Her heart nearly stopped as she felt his hand cup her breast.
“Gently please…” She cooed and bit her lip. Her face flushed and heat radiated between her legs. His thumb came up and touched her nipple. Jane almost purred in delight at his touch.
“That feels good, Kevin.” His other hand came up and cut off her sentence as he touched her other nipple. She let him play for a few minutes then pulled her shirt down. Her breaths came out in ragged spurts. Kevin looked at her, a bulge strained against the front of his jeans.
“Can I see yours?” She asked; her voice thick with lust.
“I don’t have boobs.” he replied dumbly which elicited a laugh from Jane.
“No, your thing. Your dick.” Kevin looked at her wide-eyed. He nodded slowly and undid his jeans. Six hard inches of cock sprang out into the open. Jane gasped lightly as she saw it. Her hand extended down towards it and hesitated inches away.
“Can I touch it?” She asked coyly. Kevin only nodded. Her hand wrapped around the head and shaft of his cock. She began to twist it gently.
“Damn Jane that feels great.” He groaned. Jane began to stroke his throbbing cock.
“It’s so soft, yet firm. And it’s hot.” She stroked him faster. Her pussy began to drip. Lust took control.
“Touch me.” She said as she grabbed his hand and placed it at the crotch of her jeans. She moved his hand to show him how to stroke her. Jane lifted her shirt to show him her breasts as she began to pump his cock. Kevin’s other hand reached up and started to play with her nipple.
He groaned as she worked his cock. Jane gasped loudly as his fingers dug into her. Her dripping cunt moistened the front of her panties. She reached down and undid her jeans.
“Kevin, make me cum.” She pleaded as she pushed his hand into her wet panties. His fingers made contact with her slick slit and clit.
“You’re so wet.” He exclaimed as he traced the lips of her pussy. Jane moaned loudly as his fingers pressed against her clit.
“Oh god Kevin right there.” She begged. Her hips bucked to meet his hand. The grip she had on his cock tightened. Jane leaned in and kissed Kevin. Their tongues found each other immediately.
Kevin slid his middle finger into her drenched cunt. The satisfying schlick resounded off the bridge as he began to pump into her. His balls began to churn and he knew he was close.
“I’m going to cum.” He said as his cock erupted. Cum coated Jane’s hand. The hot goo that covered her fingers sent her over the edge. She gasped and moaned as her pussy contracted around the intruding finger. Her orgasm tore through her body and sent shivers down her spine. Jane leaned against Kevin and tried to catch her breath.
Jane pulled back. She raised her hand up and looked at Kevin.
“You made a mess.” She teased. Kevin looked at his own hand.
“So did you.” Droplets of girl cum coated Kevin’s hand.
Jane grabbed his hand. She took his finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. Her juice tasted sweet. She loved it. Jane wanted to taste his cum. She raised her hand in front of her and began to lick the thick goo off of her hand.
“Mmm” She moaned at Kevin as she swallowed the load from her fingers.
“That was great.” Jane looked at Kevin and hoped he felt the same.
“Yeah it was.” He said as he tried to compose himself.
“Did you want to hang out again sometime?”
“Sure, maybe next time we can do more.” Jane replied with a wink
The two cleaned themselves up as best as they could and began to walk back. They parted ways at the school. Jane walked towards her home until she saw Heather at the convenience store. She raced over to her and surprised her friend.
“Heather! I have so much to tell you at our sleep over!”

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