1. Stacy's Story - Part 2


    Date: 6/28/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Incest, Male/Female, Masturbation, Written by women, Author: Paige Turner, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    dance moves. We ended up in fits of laughter and all we managed was a ‘bopping’ action which, although helped us blend in, was nonetheless ridiculous looking, and the realization of that sent us into even more laughter. Then the music changed and the lighting became low, the club was shrouded in soft, dark colours. Reds, blues, greens and purples fell over the dancers and a slow song began playing. The mood of the place changed entirely and those around us stopped their manic dancing and instead used soft and slow movements. My brother and I stopped laughing and moved in to each other’s arms. My head rested on his shoulder and his hands ran over my bare back. For what felt like a long time we slowly moved with the music, it was a beautiful, perfect moment. I raised my head off his shoulder and looked deep into my sibling’s eyes. I could see his passion, his love for me in those dark eyes, I moved in closer to him and that safeness, the kind I had felt one night ago when he had sat on my bed with his arms around me, came flooding back. Our lips were mere centimetres apart from each other and, when I could wait no more, I leant in and we shared the most passionate, beautiful kiss I’ve ever known. As they had earlier tonight, our tongues met, but this time it was much slower, earlier it had been about lust, this time it was pure love. Nothing in the world mattered more than our dance, our purest expression yet of our love, of what we were and what we always intended to be, as ...
    if the kiss was our solemn promise to be with each other, like this, forever, and with that affirmation we danced on. After a few more minutes the lights lifted and the crowd burst into applause, we joined in the clapping too and then made our way back to our table with a quick stop at the bar. “That was great,” I said to him. The word ‘great’ was an understatement but it was the best I could come up with on the spot. “Yeah it was,” he agreed. For the next half hour we indulged in more small talk, and drinking, until I began to feel the need to go to the bathroom. “I’m going to the toilet,” I said standing up. “Yeah me too,” Paul responded. We walked together down the long corridor and went into our separate restrooms. I glanced at a clock on the wall and realized we had been in the club longer that I thought; it was now almost 9.45. Along one wall of the bathroom was on long mirror with five separate sinks set into the large marble table below it. On the other wall were seven cubicles, I went to the first cubicle and locked the door behind me. While I was in there I heard the door open and close a couple of times and I heard voices of girls, some of which had slurred speech indicating they had drunk a little too much. I was feeling tipsier now after my third drink of the evening, not roaring drunk by any means, but I felt warm and my senses were pleasantly numbed. As I sat in the cubicle my thoughts returned to earlier that night on the bus. I smiled dreamily as I remembered ...
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