1. Malpractice Chapter 2: Practice with My Sister


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Incest, Male/Female, Male/Teen Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Teen, Author: Dadachum, Rating: 91.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter Two Practice With My Sister My name is Matt Almquist, I live in a suburb on the west coast, with my mom and my two sisters. The other day, something strange had happened. I'd been at work, illustrating book covers and such, when I'd been hit by a terrible headache. I'd had to go home early and, after some rest, I got the most spontaneous blowjob from my beautiful teenage neighbor. I thought it might have had something to do with my headache, because afterwards it was still there, faintly, and it seemed to be aimed in some strange way towards her. It felt like, I don't know, a link. The scary thing was, it didn't stop the next day. When I got up I could still feel it, it was like having a compass in my head. Only instead of pointing north, it pointed towards Denise. I don't know how I knew it did, I just did. Anyway, it was about 10 am on a Saturday when I got up. I walked down the stairs and noticed my younger sister Jordan sitting on the living room sofa, watching some Japanese cartoon. I don't speak Japanese, but I could recognize some strange pronunciations of English words and names here and there. Jordan was 17, but almost my own height. She was an old classmate to Denise, before the latter had switched schools for some reason. She had a nice, curvy figure. Not lean and athletic like Denise, but smooth, soft and plump in just the right places. Her breasts were quite large, though I made an effort not to stare. They might have been somewhere in the upper C-cup ...
    area. She had a tattoo of a sleek red space fighter on her right arm, and dark blond hair that fell to her shoulders, with one single purple curl that fell down her forehead, that she had a habit to rearrange to behind her right ear. But it would always fall back. This morning she wore a plain gray t-shirt and a pair of red running shorts. Casual apparel, indeed. “Morning.” she said as I strode to the kitchen to pour some serial. “Hey,” I answered. “Where's the rest of the household?” “Mom had a thing at the office and Hannah's spending the day on the beach.” “With that Troy guy?” I snarled. Troy was this grade A douche who'd been having a 'dating-not-dating' kind of relationship with my sixteen-year-old sister for the past month. No one in the house except for Hannah cared much for him. “Dur, hiya guys, wow man, what a rad crib!” Jordan spat out in a surprisingly accurate imitation of what the guy sounded like.” “Wanting grammar besides,” I continued. “That guy has no business with our Hannah. He's my age.” “You're not that old.” she argued, as I sat down next to her with my bowl of cereal. “I'm twenty-one. A sixteen year old girl is too –“ “I don't like the guy either, Matt. But Hannah's a big girl. She can make her own decisions.” “Yeah, in this particular instance, that's sort of the problem.” “Would you hook her up with one of your friends then?” “God no. There's still the age thing. And character-wise they ain't much better.” “Well, maybe then it's men in general that's ...
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