1. Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 9


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Incest, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: jordeso, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    to do the same. I did, and she led me by the hand again to the front door, where she whispered to me, "We just got bubble tea." "What?" Cammi opened the front door and walked in a small circle on the welcome mat and the tile floor, making her footsteps sound like she just walked in from outside. I tried to do the same but probably overacted my part and stamped around, because Cammi lightly slapped my arm and frowned at me. My mom walked halfway down the staircase and asked us, "Where did you two go?" "Bubble tea," I recited stiffly. Please buy it. "But...I saw your shoes by the garage..." AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! "No you didn't," Cammi said coolly, "we didn't go in our socks." My mom frowned as she doubted her own memory of seeing our shoes by the garage which she most definitely saw, but bought Cammi's convincing act. Still, the interrogation wasn't over. "You weren't gone very long," my mom mused. "We kinda chugged our drinks," Cammi explained casually as she slipped off her shoes. "It's getting pretty cold out and Jordan didn't wanna bring his jacket." I spun my head around and gave Cammi a look of pained betrayal. Way to throw me under the bus, Cammi! But I guess it's a good sell. My mother tsked. "Jordan." I shot my mom a stupid look and jokingly whined, "You're not my mom!" My mom met my sass with an unentertained glare and I snapped my fingers and pointed at her with a cheesy grin in response. I squeezed past her up the stairs and asked behind me, "Where's ...
    Cody?" "Getting a filling." "Why'd you leave him there?" I don't really care, just please take your mind off of how full of shit Cammi and I are right now. "I needed coffee. And I forgot my MasterCard on my desk somehow." "Mom," I reprimanded cheekily, and retreated into my room, relieved that Cammi and I had dodged that bullet. Hours later I got a familiar popup at the bottom right of my computer screen. Jill Flores says: remember what i told u? -what? -i heard ur trying to get back at roger for what happened at lunch yesterday -heard from who -a little birdie -does this little birdie have a name that starts with t and rhymes with troy? -i told u just yesterday i warned u not to fight him -im not going to fight him in public -and beating him up in private is any better? -what am i supposed to do just let him mess with me forever and not do anything? you were there yesterday you didnt see earlier he tripped me in the hall he fucked with me twice in one day just pretending like its an accident im supposed to not react? -is reacting worth a criminal record? -you think what hes doing is ok? you think he doesnt deserve to be jumped? -it doesnt matter what he deserves or not -yes it fucking does -it only matters that u dont ruin ur life -well if no one does anything about him -mr bast and 100 ppl saw him throw his lunch on u any more "accidents" and theyll know theyre not accidents -so i should just let him keep messing with me until someone gives him detention? -better than a lawsuit ...