1. Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 7


    Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Incest, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: jordeso, Rating: 92.1, Source: sexstories.com

    some other time-" "Now's fine," he said, "I'll park the car on the street. Come out in a minute." I smiled and nodded. An hour later our whole family was eating dinner. My mom had cooked juicy steaks to celebrate my birthday but I barely noticed. I still had goosebumps on my skin. So did my dad. "So..." my mom crooned, breaking the painful silence, "how did the driving lesson go?" She looked at me but I just stared at my plate. Her eyes flitted over to my dad but he was lost in thought too. "Honey?" she asked. My dad remained unresponsive. "Craig?" My dad snapped back to his senses. "Mmhmm?" "How did the driving lesson go?" "Oh that. It went..." my dad trailed off as he slipped back into his thousand yard stare. "...He'll get the hang of it. Baby steps." My mom discreetly pressed her lips together to hide the laughter she so badly wanted to let out. Cammi did the opposite and laughed loudly and heartily. "Was it that bad?" Cody giggled. "I didn't say it was bad," my dad said. Cammi's laughter slowly died down and she smiled at me smugly for a good long while. "That bad," she concurred. "It's...it's not funny," I mumbled sheepishly. "Yeah it is," she said, and tossed a pea into her mouth. I felt hot around my neck for the rest of the night, even much later, when I was playing poker. Yeah, playing . That's generous. You're straight up spewing. I was upset and irritated and perpetually on tilt, so I was playing my D game, and losing tons of money. But Jordan, it's your birthday! ...
    You just had steak and cake for dinner. What possible reason could you have to be angry. I mean, it's not like you got called a fatherfucker by a spoiled punk who probably literally eats dinner with a golden spoon. It's not like you finally got a driver's license after so much waiting and you turned out to be the worst driver since the captain of the Titanic. What possible fucking reason could I have to be upset?!! "What are you doing here?" I asked out loud. "Oh my God you heard me for once," Cammi said. "Yeah I did, will wonders never cease," I drawled. "Are you really gonna stick with the 'I'm not trying to sneak in here' act?" "Yes. I sneak around Mom and Dad, not you." "Uh huh," I said flatly as I lost another $300 pot. "Why are you here?" "To give you your real birthday present." Upon hearing that I glanced quickly behind me and did a double take as I saw Cammi stark naked again, like she was less than 24 hours ago. I turned back to face my poker tables, still feeling hot, but for a completely different reason. "Damn, you wanna go again?" "Why else do I come in here this late?" "So last night wasn't my birthday present?" Cammi walked right up behind me and leaned forward over my chair. She sensually pressed her perky nipples against my upper back and reached one arm over my shoulder and started fondling me through my boxers. "You can cum inside me whenever you want, big brother," she purred seductively. "That's not special. A present has to be special." She slipped her ...
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