1. 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

    told her. "No. It's immature for an adult. For a preteen, I'd say I'm right on track." Daisy shot back. I chuckled, then let silence fill the air. "So how's the hunt for her going, anyway?" Daisy asked. "Oh, as poorly as ever." I answered honestly. "She has zero interest in me." "Mmm." she lazily acknowledged me. "And let me guess, never once did you hint to her that you have zero interest in her too, just to avoid the awkwardness of having her know that you like her." I bit my lip. "You can read me like a book, can't you?" I asked her. "Practice helps." She answered. "I read both pretty often." "If you're such a love guru, when are you going to get a boyfriend?" I asked her. "Are you kidding?" She asked me, putting the book down. "I'm 12. How mature do you expect the people in my class to be? At my age, nobody's sexy. Definitely not a bookworm like me. I practically have 'future librarian' written all over me, minus the glasses." "I think you're pretty sexy." I honestly admitted to her. "That's because you're a fuckboy." She answered bluntly. "Plus you'd get arrested if you tried anything with me." She casually picked up the book again. "I am not a fuckb-!" I angrily responded, cutting it off by a sigh. "Aren't you? You ask me for advice about dating my sister and the next thing I know you're coming on to me. Look into my eyes and tell me that if I jumped you right now you would try to stop me." I said nothing. She gestured towards me. "If you really find my sister ...
    special, stop doing that. I'm 12, for God's sake." "You said that." I replied bitterly. "Clearly you haven't internalized that." She fired back. "I'd be a lot more comfortable if the guy that ends up dating my sister isn't a potential child molester. And rest assured, I don't find you, or anyone, attractive in the slightest." "I don't want to have sex with Molly." I pointed out. "That's got to mean something." Daisy rolled her eyes. "Sure. It means she's the only girl you don't view as a sex machine. You realize that you're implying you've completely separated sex and love in your mind. 'I don't want to have sex with her but I'll still give her the time of day. It must be true love.' Do you even know the names of the... I'm going to go with 'dozens'... of girls you've slept with?" "Why are you so mature for your age?" I asked her, trying to change the subject. She shrugged. "Thank him, I guess." She pointed up, symbolically to the sky. "I understand sex. Whoa, what a weirdo. You know why you don't understand it and I do? You spend so much time having it, and I get to see what that does to you. You've sexualized someone who wants to be your sister. How sick is that?" "You don't talk like you're 12." I protested. "So maybe you're living proof that I'm attracted to more than just tits and asses, seeing as you have neither." Daisy cocked an eyebrow. "That's seriously your argument?" She asked incredulously. "Never mind. I can't imagine why Molly doesn't like a guy like you. You're one ...
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