1. A Twist of Sex


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Incest, Oral Sex, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 54.5, Source: sexstories.com

    behind, pushing me down to land on my hands and feet. Who could this be? Noël? I hurriedly pick myself up and wrathfully turn back. Goodness! He is the most attractive guy I have seen. His looks are too captivating. Already, I am falling under his invincible love spell. What……..is………his………name? He carries the ball proudly; in the end he launches it at me, telling me, “I believe I have saved your doomed ass, Mia.” How does he know my name? I don’t have his in mind? Possibly I met him somewhere, some time back, then let slip from memory everything that happened. Is someone terribly handsome as him worth forgetting? I don’t think so. “Kindly make yourself known to me,” I beg him—can you envisage that? “I am Elian Dunes; a good friend of your brother, Noël.” I wasn’t expecting to hear that. The gentleman is dressed up exceedingly fine. His handsome black suit faultlessly matches with his glassy, pointed shoes. The way he smiles at me pierces into my heart. I am supposing that I have bumped into an Archangel. “How can I help you, Elian?” “Don’t you think you are being rude with me, Mia? Are you not supposed to invite me in for a glass of juice? For your own information, this is not my first time being here. I have dropped by more than once when in Noël’s company. Your brother here too knows me. Don’t you, Crandon?” He knows Crandon? Who is this guy seriously? “I am sorry, Mister Whatever-Your-Name-Is. I don’t invite strangers I don’t recognize into my house.” He frowns at me. ...
    He is getting mad, I can easily tell. I can’t help the situation regardless. The truth that he is good-looking doesn’t give me one good reason I should pin faith on him. After he winks at Crandon, I watch Crandon drift from me on his hands and feet. He proceeds to take his stand next to the charismatic guy. I was not expecting that. Crandon probably knows him. Yet I don’t. “Would you mind if I joined your game? Just for a while; I am aware that Crandon enjoys football like no other activity.” There is this gleam brightening up in Elian’s eyes; I can’t explain it. My heart deep down wants me to trust him; my mind is against that. “I am sorry. You can’t play with us.” He lifts his hands and surrenders. “Fine; I am not going to force you into doing anything you don’t want to.” “Leave us now. Crandon and I are about to go inside and have dinner. It is better you go than to have us leave you out here alone.” “Thank you, Mia, anyway. Do tell Noël I dropped by. I appreciate everything.” What is there to be grateful about? I was quite rude to him. Yet he presses on he is in my debt? Is something faulty inside that chap’s head? He freaks me out as being psycho or something fiendish. It is high time we bath. I stand in the shower, undressed. Crandon is straightened besides me, waiting for me to hold the tap and switch it open. A stream of cool water crashes on us. I shudder. He trembles too, firmly holding on to my waist. “Don’t worry, chocolate,” I comfort him. “I will now loose hot ...
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