1. Lori Part 1


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Taboo, Author: ZenaBrown, Rating: 61, Source: xHamster

    trusted me again. Ten minutes later, Lori came down the stairs. She looked flawless. Her makeup was clean and her hair was neat. &#034You eating?&#034 mom asked bluntly. &#034No,&#034 Lori replied in an emotionless tone. She glanced at me for a second. She threw me a sharp look.. not quite angry, but cold enough to make me uncomfortable. Her body turned and she walked down the hall to the bathroom. Two seconds later the water was running. &#034Damn girl,&#034 my mom blurted. My mom's relationship with Lori had been poor since my dad died. They never spoke, and when they did it was an argument. Mom could be very accusatory to her.. almost mean sometimes. Apparently my mom had distanced herself so much that she had become completely oblivious to Lori's life. A heard a clinking from the bathroom and realized that Lori was taking off her jewelry. She had a unque style.. I guess you could say she was punk/goth. Her hair was cut in a black bob with stop sign red straight bangs across her forehead. She always wore a a skirt with ...
    fishnets and boots. Most of her clothes were black, and we got dirty looks from the people at church (which mom f***ed her to go to). Ryan dressed similarly. He had a black mohawk and a ring in his bottom lip. His attire mostly consisted of a leather jacket, dark jeans, boots, and a band t-shirt (usually a band that I had never heard of).They looked good together.. in a weird way. I didn't see Lori for the rest of the evening. Mom went to bed early, complaining of a headache. On my way to bed I stopped at the attic door. Curiosity f***ed me to walk up the stairs and open it. I walked in and stopped in front of the couch. My ears strained to listen.. silence. I crept up to her bedroom door, which was shut, and looked in the keyhole. I saw a lump in the middle of the bed. At the headboard, I saw a tuft of red and black hair sticking out from the top of the sheets. Lori was asl**p. Alone. I walked down the stairs and into my room. It was difficult relaxing.. the events of the day kept replaying in my mind. Eventually I fell asl**p.
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