1. Revenge, Pt 13: The puns


    Date: 10/1/2014, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: superkev123, Rating: 82.6, Source: sexstories.com

    was blushing with clear arousal. A nice, big, fake smile on her lips, but terror in her eyes. For some reason, it didn't bother me in this picture like it did with the other one. Just as I was enjoying my masterpiece, Rose flung open my door and stomped into my room. Luckily my screen wasn't facing the door, so I quickly clicked away from the pictures and brought up something innocuous. "Hey little brother." she said. "Hey little sister." I answered trying not to sound guilty. "Ever heard of knocking?" "Sorry." she said absently, walking over and leaning on the edge of my desk. She glanced around my room, probably realising she hadn't been inside it for years. She looked at the books on my shelf, reading the spines. "Uh... not that I don't love you visiting but... what's up?" I asked. "Oh, yeah." she said, remembering why she came in, "We're going to Jessica's for lunch." "Really?" I asked. It wasn't totally unusual, but we hardly ever went to Jessica's place, she always came here. And it was a Friday, which were usually nights she took for free time, but I hadn't talked to Jessica much since she got back from Paris, after that night. She'd spent every day studying her ass off for our January exams. But now we were finished with them, and just had this last weekend before school started again. "Yep." she said, "Aunt Alice and Uncle Bob are both out of the house, for work or something, so I invited us over." "Aunt Alice doesn't have a job, so it's probably not for work..." I ...
    said. We weren't related to them, but Jessica's parents had been such a big part of our lives growing up that we always just referred to them as our aunt and uncle. I'd grown out of it at some point, preferring to just call them by their names, but Rose kept it up. She knew I thought it was a little childish, so to prove me wrong she stuck out her tongue. I laughed at her, and she grinned. Things had never been better between me and Rose. To an outside observer, it would have been impossible to guess at the years of tension and difficulty between us that preceded these few months; things were now as simple and easy as when we were kids. "Ok, so get ready." she said, standing up, "We're leaving in like twenty minutes. Oh, and we'll probably be staying over. It's going to be so much fun, trust me." She walked out, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was unlikely she'd have seen them, but even having the photos open on my computer was making me tense. I copied the images off the camera's memory card and deleted the originals. I saved them in a well hidden, innocuously named folder, the same one I kept my porn in. After a second thought, I created a new folder and hid it even better. After a third thought, I used an old program to password protect and encrypt the folder. I used to be really interested in to computers; the security on my little laptop could probably rival that on whatever computers the FBI were using. I knew it was far more than I would ever realistically need, but ...
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