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The Good, The Bad and the Molly - Chapter One

Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male Domination, School, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: BashfulScribe, Rating: 92.2, Source: sexstories.com

hundred percent charm." I chewed my lip again. "Molly doesn't like fuckboys." I admitted. "She called them pathetic." "That's because they are." Daisy answered. I sulked, and she took notice, putting the book down and sighing. She put her hand on top of mine. "If I thought you couldn't change, I wouldn't bother to help you. I want my sister to be with a nice guy, and I'd like you to be my big brother." She leaned against me. "So let's work towards a solution, huh?" "How do we do that?" I asked her. She reached under the couch and pulled out a notebook. She opened it before me, revealing that it was blank. "Every time that you have sex, write the date and instance down in here. Every time we see each other, I want the list to be shorter and shorter. And for every time that you do have sex, I want you to write down what you liked about the girl. Her smile, the way she talks about her major, her laugh, anything to get you thinking about them as people. Hopefully you'll learn to see girls as people instead of just potential sex partners." "Nah." I told her, and put the notebook in her hands. "What do you mean, 'nah'?" She asked me. "I mean I don't want you as my psychiatrist." I answered, standing up. "You've taken your position too seriously. I wanted you to be my friend, instead you're trying to dictate how I live. I'm not having it." "Well, that's a good notebook wasted." Daisy dryly commented, putting the notebook back under the couch. "Okay, fine. But you do have to change ... your ways." "I know." I replied, sitting back down. "I just want to change them by my rules. Changing them by anyone else's makes me... uncomfortable." Daisy slowly hugged me, smiling. "That's understandable and I'll respect that, as long as you make an effort to change." She told me. I kissed her forehead. "You're precious, you know that?" I asked her. "Yes, I do." she answered me, before going back to her book. "What are you reading?" I asked her. "The Prince. It's a sixteenth-century treatise by Niccolo Machiavelli. It talks about political power in real terms. Some historians argue that it caused the birth of modern political philosophy." She answered me, not looking up. "God damn." I muttered. "You sure know how to make me feel small. How was Leviathan?" "Stupid." She answered. "Hobbes' justification of an absolute government may have been revolutionary at the time, but we should only read it for historical context at this point, and look for arguments for and against despotism in derivative works. It's a wonder his readers didn't enter a second Dark Age." I scratched my head. "How am I the one going through a history major? Didn't you get a C in your last American history class?" She looked straight at me. "School's stupid too." She flatly answered. "My teacher honestly believes that the invasion of Belgium in World War One had no significance towards England's involvement. That's just common knowledge. If I get a C in that class, I should be proud of it." She went back ...