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When the Need Strikes - Chapter 1

Date: 4/18/2015, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Mind Control, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Author: PantheWriter, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

shower was enough to solve that problem, and then all I had to do was spend the rest of the day not thinking about sex. The second week…that’s when things started to go downhill. See after about a week, hormones start to take over. It’s easy enough to say “don’t think about sex”, but after a week without release, everything starts to remind you of sex. I swear the girls in my class all simultaneously decided to wear the hottest clothes that they owned, and my favorite teacher—Mrs Bloomsdale—kept throwing me saucy glances. I know, I know, it was all in my head…but it just wouldn’t stop. And then, completely unbidden, the image of Bethany popped into my mind. The maid at Lord DeGrave’s manor—I had never seen anyone so sexy, so curvy…I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her ass had been so perfect, and suddenly my mind wouldn’t stop obsessing about her pussy—was it shaved? I imagined she had big puffy lips…she was so deliciously curvy… I tried not to think about it. God knows I tried. But late at night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, what she’d look like out of the maid’s costume, kneeling in front of me, promising to do whatever I liked… Maybe it wasn’t fair to Petra. But I knew that if I didn’t do something soon, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I managed to last three days—three days with Bethany’s body bouncing around my brain, before I caved. It was a Wednesday night, around 1am. I’d gone to bed early in the hope that I’d drift off and get to sleep, but I just ... couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was like someone had put a spell on me—no matter what I did, no matter how I tried to distract myself, the image of Bethany’s maid outfit wouldn’t leave me. My hand kept drifting to my prick, and I knew that if I didn’t do something soon, I’d be cheating us out of four million dollars without even meaning to. And so, as much as I hated to do it, I crossed the hall and knocked on my sister’s door. “Craig!” she said in sleepy surprise, as she opened the door—she’d obviously been awoken by my knock. I shushed her—if Mom and Dad woke up, there’d be no way of explaining what we were doing, meeting at 1am. We hadn’t told our parents about the wager, or experiment, or whatever you want to call it. And if they walked in on us doing what I was pretty sure we were going to do, I don’t think there’d be any way we could explain it to them. It only took Petra a few seconds to realize why I was standing at her door. “Oh,” she said flatly, then shook her head to try to get the cobwebs out. “Seriously?” “I’m sorry,” I replied, and I meant it. I wouldn’t normally have done this…but with a seven-figure payout on the line, I didn’t have a choice. “It’s only been a week…” Petra said with a roll of her eyes. “You seriously couldn’t hold off for a week?” “Ten days,” I replied, looking my sister straight in the eyes. “And you know I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be.” Petra seemed taken aback by my directness—ever since we’d visited Lord DeGraves, I’d felt more ...