1. Love is the Drug


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Drug, Female / Girl, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Teen, Threesome, Young, Author: Goosebump, Rating: 94.2, Source: sexstories.com

    Until I did. And that’s the story I’m about to tell you. But trust me, it’s not just that I went out one day, succumbed to my desires, and cheated on Emma. Emma, as it turns out, is a monster herself. And thank fucking God. Chapter 2 Emma comes from a funny family. I mean, no wholesome upbringing could have brought her up. Her hair was always a different color. It’s red right now, but when she was blowing Frank it was blue. Blue. She pulled it off. She has a tattoo on her ass that says “Imagine,” but it isn’t because of the song. It’s because seeing her body makes you drop into a rabbit hole of sinful fantasies, and she loves to make you feel guilty for it. Her parents only had two kids - Emma, and her younger sister Lydia. Lydia was 15 years younger than Emma, at 18. She turned 18 on the day that this story takes place. I hope that hint doesn’t give things away. Lydia shares a lot of Emma’s qualities. She’s strong, she’s independent, she’s artistic, she’s cruel a lot, and she’s the sweetest ally you’ll ever have. She’s also a little minx. I wouldn’t call her a slut, because I don’t shame women for liking sex as much men, but I think she has a lot of it. I think this because of the way she looks at me, and because of the way she constantly makes me think that the room she just walked out of is the room she just finished fingering herself in. It’s in the eyes. It’s very hard to be around. On her 18th birthday Lydia went to a big party in a canyon. The three of us ate dinner ...
    without her parents, who were such assholes that they had left town on the day their daughter turned 18. But we were the real family and we had a good time, and then sent her off to have fun. We knew she was going to probably get drunk and do drugs, but it isn’t my place to tell her how to behave. The most I could do was tell her my truth, how it would have killed me if it hadn’t been for Emma, and then let her make her own decisions. I hoped that would make her wise enough to not make too many mistakes. It didn’t. At least on that night. She’d only been gone maybe an hour when I got a call on my cell phone. It was from Lydia. She and I are close, but she would never call me instead of Emma. I showed the call to Emma and she told me to answer it. “Hello?” “Jack? Jack, I need you to come and help me.” She sounded scared. “Lydia, what’s wrong?” “I did something and I think it’s really fucking me up. They told me it was molly but I heard that molly just makes you feel happy and want to party more. I’m getting stressed out and… my mind is getting filled with awful things. I don’t know how well I can control myself. I need you to help me.” I told her not to worry and that I would be right there. She gave me directions and I hung up. “What is it?” Emma asked. I told her, “I need to go get Lydia. She’s having a bad trip. She must have called me because I’ve obviously been there a few times.” I got in my truck and Emma jumped in the passenger seat. She didn’t have much experience with ...