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The Love Shared (Part 2)

Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Voyeurism, Author: Doc88102, Rating: 90.6, Source: sexstories.com

opened it. In it was a short paragraph; Doc, You probably deleted the last email I sent because you didn't trust it. That's cool, no worries. It's Faye. FRAM is my screen name. I got your email through a friend and had to talk to you. Basically, what're you playing at? Our parents have this idea that you can come round here and tutor me. I don't need tutoring. I've never needed tutoring. No offence, but what have you said? Is this afternoon going to be some kind of weird date? Reply ASAP. FRAM. PS- You call yourself Doc? :-/ I stared at the email for a good two minutes, Faye was thinking that I set this up. Would she believe me if I told her that I didn't? No, probably not. But she seemed smarter than I originally thought she was, I had to play this right, not for the sake of her being my obsession, but for the sake of getting a camera in there to see what was going on. So I sucked in a deep breath and began typing; 'FRAM', I was told about tutoring you yesterday by my mother, it seems as though all of this was your mothers idea as it was her who asked. Why your mother thinks I give a damn about the industrial revolution, I don't know, but apparently you're struggling. I'd love to change the plans but with your mother being at the helm of it then I can't imagine her taking it too kindly, she'll probably blame you so it's best if I show my face, even if it's just to check over your work. Doc is a name I've had for years, BTW. And what is FRAM supposed to mean? I hit send and ... left the bedroom, on my way out I had a quick peek through the telescope, Faye was led on her bed with her laptop. She seemed to be typing pretty quickly, it was probably a scathing reply to my email. Later was going to be fun, I thought to myself. I walked across the landing to the top of the stairs, Dad was now occupying the bathroom and a brief feeling of hatred swept through me as I continued downstairs. The smell of pancakes filled my nostrils as I entered the kitchen, there was a nice little stack on a plate for me next to a mug of coffee. Mom was standing at the back door and I went up behind her and slid my hands underneath the jersey, her nipples were standing on end, you could hang a wet towel on them if you wanted to. ''Thank you for the pancakes.'' I said. She turned to me and kissed me on the forehead as I dropped my hands and went to the table. That's when Bobbie came into the kitchen wearing Mom's bra. My eyes locked themselves on her body, she wore her jeans and seemingly nothing else, Mom's bra hung off her chest like a rucksack on backward. Her puffy little breasts were in plain sight and her nipples were pointed towards me. ''This is what a lady wears, and after today, I will be a lady.'' she told me. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, her big blue eyes stared back at me as she leaned against a chair. I dropped into my seat and did so with a throbbing erection, pancakes may have been on my plate but they weren't on my mind. This strange ...