1. One Thousand Apologies - Part 2


    Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Joe Long, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

    The panic and terror that had swept into me a few hours earlier when I had so stupidly pressed my cock up against my sleeping cousin’s lips came back and jolted me awake. It was 6:27 a.m. I was filled with the dread that something terrible was just about to happen. In a couple minutes my brain started slowing down, allowing me to survey my surroundings. The house was quiet, just some light chirping of birds outside. If anyone knew, I would have already been dragged out of bed by cops or worse my dad. That was a good thing, but I still had to live with my conscience. I went down to the kitchen to see what I could make for breakfast. A couple dippy eggs, and a choice of either some grilled chipped ham or a slice of scrapple. I went with the scrapple, frying it up crispy in a puddle of melted butter, then cooked the eggs in the left over grease. A little salt and pepper, then drop the eggs on top of the scrapple. As I cut through them with my fork the runny yolks mixed with the crumbled chunks of meat. I studied all the details to keep my mind focused. It was a nice cool morning, barely over 60, so I decided to take a brisk walk around the neighborhood, giving a chance to loosen up my legs for the game I was pitching that night. Shit, I had almost forgot about that. I liked the solitude of walking to think things through. One half of my brain played the role of my dad, lecturing the other half on what I needed to do to shape up. That normally wasn’t a pleasant thing, but in ...
    that case I needed it. I had to be a gentleman and watch myself, I couldn’t be thinking with my dick. But wasn’t that the approach that paralyzed me around girls? I really hoped life would get easier at some point. I knew it had to have been after 7 by the time I got back to the house. I was in my gym shorts and a t-shirt when I came in the back door to the house, stopping midway through it when I saw Hannah sitting at the kitchen table sipping on some orange juice. She had heard me coming up the steps, and seeing my hesitation said “C’mon on in, I won’t bite.” If she was comfortable, I needed to be as well. “Sorry, no one was up when I left, you just surprised me a little - can I make you some breakfast?” She put down the O.J. and gave me a big smile. “Whadda you got?” I crossed the room and opened the fridge to check out what else may be in there. “Eggs, scrapple, chipped ham…looks like we got some cheese, there’s an onion - I can make an omelet!” “An omelet sounds good, but - do you know how to cook?” I smiled back at her, “Oh, no problem - mom started teaching me when I was 12. I really enjoy it.” As I was cracking the eggs and mixing everything in a bowl, Hannah continued the conversation. “Do you always get up this early?” Fuck no! - but I couldn’t use that language with her! “Oh man, hardly ever – but next thing I know it’s 6:30 and I’m laying there wide awake. So I got dressed and went out for a walk. How did you sleep?” The question of the day, but I had to know for ...
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