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It Runs in the Family

By: Dinsmore



It was Thursday night at the local watering hole his parents so often frequented. It was 'all-you-can-eat chicken' night. It was generally the only night his parents ever invited their eighteen-year-old son to join them, since it precluded having to prepare dinner at home. Other parents seemed to have adopted the same regimen. As his parents joined the others in getting shit-faced drunk, the kids would shoot pool, play darts, drink sodas and chat.

The place was a combination bar, hotel and respectable restaurant. He had watched Jeananne get up and move toward the rest room. Jeananne...the object of so many masturbatory fantasies. She certainly wasn't the prettiest girl in his class. She was a compact little dirty blond with freckles and an impish smile. They'd only chatted briefly in the past. She had not been unfriendly. 

He was an athlete and considered a prime dating target. They'd never gone on a date together. His best friend on the football team knew her pretty well. His best friend was in fact Jeananne's neighbor in the tiny town. A week earlier his best friend had whispered conspiratorially as they were getting ready to leave the locker room after practice:

"Jeananne likes to suck cock."

Ever since that moment, visions of Jeananne's sweet little mouth engulfing his virgin cock had haunted him. She was walking now, apparently heading to the rest room. He nonchalantly rose and headed in the same direction, trying not to appear too obvious. It was also nickel beer night so the rest rooms always had people waiting to gain entrance. There were several women waiting to use the lady's room. Jeananne did not seem willing or able to wait. She went around the corner and down the hall to the front desk. He held back; he heard her ask the ancient woman at the front desk if there was someplace else that she could go. To his surprise, the old woman slid a key across the desk and pointed down the hall.

The old woman sat down behind the front desk. He could not see her. Could he get by her without being detected? She was very old; he recalled that she didn't hear very well. Crouching down and scampering close to the front desk on fleet, sneaker-clad feet, he was quickly by her without apparent notice.

He caught a glimpse of Jeananne turning a corner ahead of him. As he got to the corner and peaked around, a door to one of the hotel rooms a few feet away was lazily swinging closed. Dashing to the door, he caught it before it latched, then stood motionless as he listened intently at the door. A toilet seat...a rustle of clothing...the flow of her urine in the bowl...another noise as something plopped in the toilet, twice. The squeak of an ancient toilet paper hanger...the flush of the toilet...clothing rustling again...the faucet being turned on. It was now or never. He pushed the door open; his heart was racing. He was excited and scared, searching his young brain for a 'story' if she was not pleased to see him. He closed the door noisily and took the two steps that would place him in the bathroom doorway.

She turned and spoke, surprised, "David! What are you doing in here, you shouldn't be..."

He closed the distance between them and shut her up with his mouth, crushing his lips against her own and pulling her tight little body against his. She would either push him away and maybe even slap him or...

Fortunately it appeared to be the 'or', at least initially. She responded to him, returned his kiss, probed with her tongue and pushed her young mons into his rapidly inflating cock. One hand fell to her pert young ass as the other quickly found the hem of her skirt and moved underneath. He wasn't in the mood for preliminaries---there wasn't time.

Both of his hands quickly moved under her short skirt, cupped her sweet little rump and peeled her cotton panties down, exposing the cool flesh of her taut teen butt. She whimpered. He feared that she was on the verge of pulling away. As one hand caressed her tight anal groove, the other came around to the front and cupped her sparsely populated blond muff. A finger quickly slid along her greasy slot and then darted inside.

Finger fucking. He knew something about finger fucking. He had some experience in that department and had learned its finer points in the back seat of his mother's car with both the head cheerleader and the prettiest majorette. The latter had actually given him some valuable training in technique. As soon as Jeananne's slim hips started moving back and forth with increasing vigor as if fucking his fingers, his confidence rose significantly.

Her tongue was now scouring his mouth and her firm little titties were pressed against him. She was moaning and whimpering. His other hand was cupping her sweet cheeks and the fingers of said hand were working their way down her crease to her slimy hole. Now he had both hands working on her little teen twat. Her hands---both of them---had fallen to his crotch and were actively massaging his hard organ. 

It was the fashion of the time not to wear belts with jeans and he had left his briefs in his gym bag after showering following practice since they were, well...nasty. A snap of a button and a quick zip and his cock was in her hands. She gasped and whimpered again. She began to stroke him. Unable to gain the desired access, she pushed his jeans to the floor with a hand, aided by a talented foot.

He was able to kick one foot free without breaking contact. He spread his legs to give her more room. She took advantage of the improved access and began to softly work his hard nuts with one hand as she stroked his cock head with the other. And then she came, squeezing his balls a little harder than he would have liked but he would recover.

What now? Push her blond head down to indicate what he wanted? No need. Jeananne, it would seem, already knew the drill. She was on her knees in a flash. The tile floor caused her immediate discomfort. He grabbed a bath towel from over the tub and threw it on the floor. She smiled appreciatively and slipped it under her knees. And then she took his cock in her mouth and blew him for all he was worth.

He would cum in less than twenty seconds. She knew it, could feel the change in his slick cock. As he got closer, her young face registered concern. His best friend had not told him that Jeananne was neither a spitter nor a swallower, previously having elected to jerk a cock on her hard little titties. Normally by this stage, she would he naked from the waist up and on one occasion, naked from the waist down too. 

Normally? Wait a minute, she mused. 'I've only done this twice before and it was the same cock.' It had been with someone she thought was her best friend. In her own living room while her parents had been at work. And then he had never asked her out on a date and she had cut him off after that second time she had done it in the small garden between their two houses. 

She was wearing her nicest school blouse and skirt. If he shot all over the place, both garments would be ruined and it might well end up in her hair and she still had to go back to the bar and sit with her friends and her parents were also there...

He came hard with every bit as much volume as one would expect from a healthy eighteen-year-old boy getting his knob polished for the first time ever. It was all she could do to keep it all in her mouth...she had planned to spit it out on the towel. That would mean taking his cock out of her mouth....and there was so damn much of it! There were two other problems with that plan. 

First, she could feel the first drops seeping out around the edges of her mouth. Secondly, she liked the way his cock felt in her mouth, having never had a cock in her mouth at this stage before. Now he was whimpering...shuddering...shaking. She felt so completely in control...she was giving him extreme pleasure coupled with excruciating agony. 

She'd made her decision. This would be a first. She swallowed tentatively. To her surprise the feel of his slippery spunk rolling down her throat excited her. She had feared she might gag---proud that she hadn't. In the end barely a drop slipped out of her talented little mouth. She stood up, still holding his cock with her small hands.

"Kiss me, David. Kiss me if you expect what just happened to ever happen again."

David wasn't sure he wanted to kiss Jeananne after he'd just filled her mouth with cum but he knew damn well he wanted her to blow him again---and she had clearly indicated that it was reasonably likely to occur---if he complied. He kissed her; to his surprise, he did not find the taste as repugnant as he had expected. In fact he found it not unpleasant at all. 

A year or so later his father would put it all in perspective when he would intone, "Any man who won't kiss a woman after she's finished sucking him off is a complete ass hole who didn't deserve the blow-job in the first place."

They held each other. Jeananne spoke first. "I've never done that before---swallow, I mean. I was a little scared...thought I'd gag or choke but it wasn't that bad...nice, actually...your cum tastes okay...kind of good." She shut up.

"We better get back! Someone might already be missing us."

Jeananne nodded in agreement.

A few days later she was neither remotely surprised nor disappointed when David asked her to go to the drive-in on Saturday night. She coyly said yes. He was a hunk...really cute. He'd gone steady with the prettiest girl in the class. She certainly wasn't ugly but she was not at the top of the pecking order. Sure, there were people who would assume she was putting out to get a date with him...well, she was, actually...sort of.

When he picked her up in his mother's station wagon on Saturday, she quickly moved to the middle to sit with him, then to his disappointment, moved back to the other side and fastened her seatbelt.

"David! Don't drive away yet. We need to talk---I need to talk. If you don't like what I have to say, then I'll get out and go back inside and you can go home or whatever."

"Jeananne, what's the matter...I thought we..."

"Shut up, David. Look, you asked me out for one reason. You want another blowjob. I get it. You've decided that I'm an easy slut or you wouldn't have even bothered dipping down below the top shelf to go out with me."

"Jeananne, I..."

"Shut up, David! I'm not done."

"I've only done it two times before---both with the same boy...someone I've known since I was two...someone who I thought was my friend----someone who I know damn well is your best friend---Bill. We did it twice; he never asked me out and then acted like I didn't exist at school. It was like we'd been friends forever and suddenly he wouldn't even say hello to me! It hurt...still hurts. I know he told you---don't try to deny it. He was just trying to get back at me because I wouldn't do it again.

"Look, David, I am a virgin. I've blown that prick Bill twice and jerked off another guy you don't even know because he doesn't go to school here. I am not a slut. At the same time I'm eighteen and probably just as horny as you are. Don't count your chickens, David---a movie and a burger for Jeananne does not ensure a BJ. This is our first real date. At this moment, you can forget about the BJ---at least on this date. If there is another date---which would pleasantly surprise me, you just might get lucky. But listen very carefully: I'm not sucking you off tonight, David. Still want to spring for the movie and the burger?"

"No," he replied. Jeananne fumbled to remove her seat belt.

"Let's just go to the Burger Barn. We can talk...get to know each other. Then we can walk over to the CYA hall and maybe dance. It's a crappy movie anyway."

Jeananne completed removing her seat belt. She did not get out of the car; she slid over and planted her fine young hip tightly against his. She turned and kissed him softly, caressing his neck and face with her hands.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. I hoped...I prayed that you were the nice guy I thought you were. Thank you. Who knows?" she said, quickly brushing her hand across his crotch. "You might still get lucky tonight. Let's just see how things go."

David and Jeananne sat in a booth across from each other and talked for hours. She was a pretty cute girl, he realized. That impish little grin of hers was captivating. If her mother was any indication, she'd grow into a very pretty woman. She was also smarter, funnier and more interesting to just talk with than any girl he had ever gone out with. He would find out later that she was unquestionably the best dancer he had ever danced with. 

It was during one of those classic, romantic slow dance numbers of the era, 'I'm So Close to Cathy' that he realized she felt very good in his arms. He liked her. He liked being with her and talking to her. He liked holding her in his arms. It was after that slow dance that he saw his best friend Bill across the dance floor.

"Jeananne, excuse me. I have something to say to Bill."

"David, it's okay. Don't make a scene. I can live with the gossip."

Bill leered at him as he approached. "Having fun, tonight, partner?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am. More fun than I can ever remember. Bill, how long have we been best friends?"

"Kindergarten?"

"Yeah, that's how I see it. Are we still best friends?"

"You know it!"

"I like her, Bill, Jeananne, I mean. She's a neat girl. She told me about what you and she...did you tell anyone else?"

"No...I thought about it...but, no...I probably shouldn't have told you."

"She thought you were her friend, Bill. She figured it out instantly when I, ah, asked her out. Are you planning on telling anyone else, Bill? I like her...a lot. I don't want her to get hurt...hurt anymore. As my best friend---and her friend---I'm begging you...don't tell anyone else...please?"

"No. I won't tell anyone else; telling you was a shitty thing to do to her...I owed her better than that."

"It's another slow dance; why don't you go tell her...tell her you're sorry? You don't have to, I..."

"Yeah, I do. I do." Bill said as he moved his way across the dance floor making a beeline for Jeananne, much to her consternation.

"May I have this dance, Jeananne?"

"Bill, I don't think I..."

"Please Jeananne---please? I need to talk to you...tell you...I'm sorry."

"Okay."

As they danced, Bill did most of the talking. Finally as the song was nearing its close, she spoke.

"Bill, thank you. I thought you were my friend...I guess I was right after all. The funny thing is that if you hadn't told him, he'd have never asked me out. When I told him what was not going to happen tonight and gave him a chance to back out of the date, he didn't. I really think we're hitting it off, so in some weird way, I guess I should thank you---in spite of the fact that your motives were less than honorable."

"Oh, yeah, Jeananne, you guys are hitting it off. He likes you...a lot. He's a good guy."

"Yeah, I know."

Bill departed and David rejoined Jeananne. Wordlessly she grabbed him and kissed him and then folded perfectly into his arms as the next song began. Her essence---her scent---filled his consciousness. Her sweet tears flooded the shoulder of his best shirt. He didn't care...wasn't sure he'd ever wash it again. For the record, David did get lucky later that night...as did Jeananne.

David never did wash that blue shirt. Not through the rest of high school, college, the Army, graduate school, or three children and ultimately half a dozen grandchildren. He only wears it on very special occasions to include his thirtieth wedding anniversary.

David and Jeananne never dated anyone else after that night. They were married after college and just before he went into the military. They ultimately moved back to that small town. They bought the old hotel, which had long since closed down, renovated it and reopened it as the small town's financial fortunes improved.

They had their thirtieth wedding anniversary party in the hotel with all their friends and family in attendance. As the party got into full swing and the liquor flowed, they snuck away to a special room. You can't rent that room at the hotel; it's never available. It's their room and their room only.

Of course it always starts with a blowjob in the bathroom. Decades ago Jeananne had taught David that reciprocation was mandatory. It was the night of their first real date that she had laid down those ground rules. They usually end up moving to the bedroom and spending the night there. Jeananne never ceases to amaze the man who has loved her for almost thirty-five years with her spirit of adventure and creativity in the bedroom...or any place else they decide to get naked and explore.

Bill was his best man at their wedding and remains a very close friend of both David and Jeananne to this day. Of course they are also related now. Bill married Jeananne's younger sister. David was the best man at that wedding. Only once in all those years has David ever brought it up, over a barbeque grill in one of their two adjoining backyards.

"Bill, it's not really my business, but does Jeananne's sister enjoy...you know..."

"Oh, hell, yes! It must run in the family!"

The girls' mother stood between her two daughters. She was so very proud of both of them.

"What do you suppose those two are gabbing so conspiratorially about over there?" Jeananne asked no one in particular.

"Oh, I think we all know very well what they're talking about. Excuse me, girls. Your father has had that look in his eyes all afternoon. Duty calls."

Jeananne and her sister turned to each other in mock horror and then laughed so hard they almost fell down. It did run in the family.

Edited by crazysoundguy and Techsan

It Runs in the Family



Part One. 

Sarah closed her bedroom door firmly behind her, confident that Amy, her daughter, and her step-son, Simon, would not be back from the party for hours to come. She had been without a man for almost twenty years and so made the most of her alone time to fulfil some of the sexual desire that was still left burning in her loins from the memory of a man she once loved but whose life was tragically cut short.

She closed her bedroom curtains and turned on a little light Jazz on the stereo, the soft notes reverberated throughout the room, loud enough to be heard but so quiet that they didn't ruin the atmosphere. Sarah darted lightly across her room, lighting candles as she went and enjoying the relaxing tones of the music, she felt it a tiny bit strange that the highlight of her week would involve an hour alone, on her bed with a bottle of wine and a vibrator but she had looked forward to it for far too long to let that bother her now. 

With the candles finally lit and the lights turned out the room took on an atmosphere of dulled pleasures, the flickering of the candles danced as erratically as Sarah's excited heartbeat and projected soft light across the whole room. Eager to get the atmosphere just right Sarah continued to prepare her room, she poured herself a deep glass of red wine and sprayed a small plume of perfume into the air above her bed. She was almost ready.

She walked gently towards the bathroom and allowed her silk robe to fall softly to the ground as she admired her naked body in the full length dress mirror. She enjoyed the fact that she had a body as attractive as that of a woman fifteen years her junior; she had the well shaped body of a twenty-five year old but with a poise and elegance that befitted her forty-two years. The thought it strange that she could get so much enjoyment from looking upon her own body, but she knew it was a good body and it was the product of a lot of hard work, she deserved to enjoy every inch of what she saw.

She turned on her heels and walked slowly back into her bedroom, making sure to close the bathroom light behind her, she didn't want any artificial light to make its way into her recently prepared love nest. She walked around the edge of her bed, revelling in the feeling that her nudity gave her and already becoming moist with the anticipation of what was to come. 

There was only one thing left to prepare, a reminder of her late husband, her lover and her master. She opened the top drawer of her bedside table and removed a large, ornately handled key from a tin box hidden within its depths. Almost without constant thought she drifted towards the ottoman where the last vestiges of her sex life were kept. She turned the key slowly in the lock, the anticipation only adding to the excitement, she knew exactly what she would find inside the ottoman but was turning the key as though a surprise was lurking behind the heavy oak lid. Eventually she unlocked the chest and slid the wooden lid open, revealing the most poignant reminders of her husband.

She reached into the box and withdrew four leather items from its depths. She savoured the moment as she held the items in her hands, the cuffs that she had obediently wore as her husband's slave, the bonds that symbolized, almost as much as the wedding ring that she still wore, that she was totally and utterly devoted to him.

She placed the leather on the bed and leant down to affix the first cuff to her ankle, revelling in the sense of restriction it still gave and enjoying the slight weight caused by the leather ring that it carried. She quickly affixed the second ankle restraint, followed by her wrist cuffs and finally the black leather choker, still as tight as the day she had first put it on when finally she submitted to her lover. The very sensation of having the cuffs so tightly affixed was enough to send a shudder of arousal throughout Sarah's body, even though the cuffs were not attached to anything and she was as free as if she was still naked she still felt as though she was being restrained. 

She reclined her body onto the silky sheets of her bed and enjoyed the texture that lay beneath her naked skin. The cuffs were such a tangible reminder to the life she had once had and she couldn't help but feel safer when she was wearing them, as though her husband was holding her. She lay almost motionless for twenty minutes before she could take it no longer. She reached back into her bedside drawer and pulled a vibrator towards her body.

Although she felt as though she would orgasm any moment she allowed herself a few more minutes to tantalize herself and bring her as close to the edge as she thought possible. She turned on the vibrator to its lowest setting, comforted by its gentle hum. Slowly she let it slide over her nipples and down her stomach towards her glistening pussy. She had always enjoyed the way her husband could keep her on the brink of an orgasm for hours but felt that her own self control was lacking and that it was not going to be possible to repeat his skilled performance.

The last vestiges of her control finally faded and she ran the vibrator across her burning womanhood, turning it up to its highest setting as she did. Briefly the toy slid over her clit, almost enough to bring her to orgasm right then and there, but she managed to hold it off for a little while longer whilst she slid the device with ease into her expectant pussy. She felt the vibrations reverberate throughout her womanhood, her face became flushed and she felt as though she would go at any moment. She moved her spare hand down between her legs and very gently brushed her manicured fingers against her swollen clit, it was all the arousal she needed and she convulsed into a powerful orgasm, her body rocking and flailing as she felt waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. She tied to hold the vibrator in but it was too much and she let it fall between her legs, now limp with pleasure. She could barely move. 

She felt as though her body had melted, she lay in a heap on the bed, every fibre of her body tingling with pleasure and her heart beating heavily in her chest. The jazz on the stereo was inaudible over the sound of Sarah's desperate panting, trying to catch her breath as though she had just run a marathon. Her glistening body would have been an amazing sight to behold if only anyone could have seen it, every inch of her frame was sparkling with the light mist of sweat and her face wore the smile of a woman who knew only pleasure, she was in heaven.

After a while she regained control of her body and twisted herself into a seated position on her bed. She took a deep swig of the wine she had prepared earlier and attempted to stand up. Her legs were still weak from the sheer force of her orgasm and she sat herself back down on the bed, allowing herself a little more time to recuperate. She slowly removed the cuffs and the collar that she was wearing and threw them dismissively onto the bed, what she really needed was a shower.

She stood up, this time her legs took her weight, and headed towards the bathroom. She switched on the light, the brightness of which left her temporarily blinded, but she soon recovered. She looked at herself in the dress mirror, she looked even better than before, her cheeks were rosy with the exhilaration she had just enjoyed and the light beads of sweat on her body reminded her of the sheer exertion an orgasm could undertake. 

She turned on the water of the shower and stepped under its pleasant stream, she felt as though being cleansed after an almost religious experience and intended to stay under the hot shower for as long as she could bear, letting the gentle splashing of the water envelope her mind and block out the sounds of everyday life.

Part Two. 

Amy turned her key in the lock and slowly opened the front door. It was barely ten thirty when the two arrived but they were cautious not to disturb Sarah who they thought was probably already asleep. Simon headed into the kitchen to prepare some coffee for the two, they hadn't had much to drink but it seemed as though coffee always took the edge off when the morning came around.

"I'm just going upstairs," Amy whispered to her half-brother, "Just want to check if mom's asleep yet."

"Okay," replied Simon in hushed tones, equally cautious not to wake the woman who had raised him as her own. He sat down at the kitchen table as his sister trailed off into the darkness towards the stairs.

She quickly reached her mother's room and knocked gently on the door; she wanted to check that she was alright but didn't want to disturb her if she was sleeping. There was no reply and there was barely any light escaping from under the door so Amy cautiously swung the door open to see if her mother was inside. The light of the candles strained her eyes for a moment but she soon regained her senses and stepped into her mother's room, the smell of perfume still hanging in the air.

She looked around the dimly lit room and found her eyes immediately drawn to the light beneath the bathroom door "must be in the shower," she thought to herself before heading off towards the en-suite to let her mother know she was back. The route to the door involved walking around the double bed that formed the centrepiece of the room and as Amy went she found herself momentarily distracted by what she saw on the bed.

She looked down at the ruffled silk sheets and saw the four cuffs that her mother had just used as well as the leather collar and the vibrator. Immediately she knew what all the objects were, she had a vibrator of her own that a friend had bought as a joke on her eighteenth birthday (although she used it regularly) and there was no mistaking the intention of the cuffs, each coupled with a shiny metal ring, they were clearly for use in bondage, but what was her mother doing with them?

She sat down on the bed and grabbed the collar in her hand, inspecting every detail of it. She looked at the inside of the leather and noticed it had been engraved, "To my obedient slave, love Peter." Amy was shocked, her heart beat slightly faster in her chest and for a moment she was struck by a revelation, Peter was her father's name, they must have been into bondage. 

She was unsure how to take this news, she had no memory of her father and had never thought of her mother as a sexual being, she felt a little uneasy with her newfound knowledge but also felt as though she could sympathize with her mother, she had had similar feeling of her own in the past.

As she continued inspecting the cuffs her sight was once again drawn to something new, the ottoman that sat open beside the bed. As far as Amy knew the lock was broken and the ottoman was there merely as a decoration, that was what her mother had told her, but before her stood the proof that this was a lie. She knelt down before the chest and reached into it, shocked at its contents; she found various restraining devices as well as whips, chains, clamps, crops, dildos, the works, there was every kind of restraint and implement of sexual subjugation imaginable housed within this chest, and all of it belonged to her mother. She was floored by the revelation and just knelt, motionless, staring emptily into the box.

Her reverie was soon broken by the click of a door handle behind her and Sarah entered the bedroom wearing a towel draped carelessly around her body. She spotted her daughter almost immediately and hurriedly secured the towel so that it covered her slightly better.

"What are you doing?" asked Sarah, trying to sound stern but so obviously flustered that it sounded more like she was about to cry than get angry.

"The party finished early," replied Amy, standing up. She headed towards the door, hoping she would be able to pretend this had never happened.

"Wait," cried her mother, "let me explain."

"It's Okay mom, I know what it is," returned Amy, hoping she could just leave all of this awkwardness behind her and go to bed.

"I don't doubt that but you have to let me explain," said Sarah, a little more agitated. "Sit down," she added, nodding towards the edge of the bed.

Amy motioned as though to say something but couldn't find the words, Sarah walked around the edge of the bed and sat down beside her daughter, both women were reluctant to make eye contact.

"When your father and I were younger..." she began, trying to find the right words."This is one of the ways we entertained oursel..."

"Mom," said Amy, cutting her off.

"Let me finish," Sarah said, a chastising tone ill concealed on her voice. "This is one of the ways we entertained ourselves. I found that by submitting to your father, sexually, we were able to give each other so much, and it made our love stronger. I'm not saying that it's right for everyone but it worked for us and I want you to know that there's nothing wrong with it, we both wanted it so we went for it."

"Really, I understand," said Amy, still trying to escape. She tried to stand up but Sarah placed a hand on her shoulder and held her back down,

"I'm not finished." She said. "I still miss your father very much; he's the only man I've ever loved. So once in a while I put on my cuffs and my collar and remember him, there's no shame in it and I hope you can understand."

"I understand mom, I just don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," said Sarah, touched by her daughter's acceptance of what she had seen.

"Can I go now?" she asked, a little agitated.

"Sure," replied Sarah, kissing her daughter on the cheek. "If you feel you have to tell your brother just let him know he can come to me, okay?"

Amy nodded and walked slowly out of the room.

Sarah sat on the bed, staring blankly into space, she admonished herself for being so careless but in many ways she felt relieved that her daughter had been let in on her secret, it took some of the guilt out of it. She knew that for now there was nothing more to do so she packed up all her things and dried herself off before drifting off to sleep.

Part Three.

Amy did not find sleep came as easily as it did for her mother that night. She tossed and turned under her duvet, unable to take her mind of all the signs of her mother's complete subservience to a man whom she loved. Amy wasn't naïve and knew what it was that bondage and submission involved, she had fantasized about it many times but had not been able to pluck up the courage to suggest it to her on and off boyfriend, Jack.

As she thought of what it was she had seen, those leather cuffs, the inscribed collar and the glistening vibrator she was unable to help herself from imagining what her mother would have looked like dressed in the bonds and bringing herself to orgasm. The thought of the cuffs alone would have been enough to arouse Amy but for some reason the thought of her mother, being so submissive, so helpless, was a thought that brought an instant flash of eroticism which stayed in her mind and burned in her loins.

She tried as best she could to cast it from her mind but it was no use, it wasn't going away and Amy knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep until she could focus her mind on something else. She reached into the drawer that sat beside her bed and pulled out her own vibrator, similar to the one that her mother had used.

Unlike her mother, however, Amy had no intention of prolonging her orgasm and turned the vibrator immediately up to its highest setting before plunging it without caution into her moist womanhood. She didn't relent as she pounded herself with the vibrator but found that no matter how hard she tried she couldn't reach an orgasm. She turned the vibrator off and left in on her bed before standing up and heading towards her wardrobe. Her naked body silhouetted against the dim glow of moonlight through the curtains as she searched her room for something she was sure would help her out.

Eventually she found what she was looking for and returned to her bed with a handful of clothes from her wardrobe. She took the first item, a cotton tie, and tied it tightly around her neck, savouring the sensation of what she imagined her mother's collar would feel like, her breath was partially obstructed by the tightness and she revelled in it for a moment before continuing her preparation. She took a silk scarf from the pile and used it to fasten her ankles tightly together before using another tie and a scarf to tie each of her unbound wrists. 

Her heart pounded with the sensation that restriction gave her; she was truly her mother's daughter. She took the vibrator and again thrust it into her pussy, this time allowing her ankles to fight a little against the bonds. The sensation was amazing and within a minute Amy had reached what was undoubtedly the most powerful orgasm of her life. As her body convulsed she was forced to bite down on her hand to stop herself from screaming out in ecstasy. 

Her orgasm finally subsided and she pulled the vibrator away from her burning pussy as every inch of her body quivered in response to what she had just experienced. She lay completely still, trying to savour the moment, but before she had time to untie herself she had fallen into a deep sleep.

The next morning she woke late, still stark naked save for the restrictions she had placed herself under the night before. Her ankles were aching from the silk scarf that bound them together and all the muscles in her legs seemed to be burning. She sat up abruptly and reached towards her ankles, gently untying the scarf and revelling in the feeling as blood rushed back into her slightly numbed feet. She took a moment to rub her toes and tease the blood back before she removed the rest of her bonds and hopped out of bed to put something on.

As she stood up she noticed that her pussy was wet, she knew it couldn't have been wet from her fun the night before so assumed that she must have had an erotic dream that she couldn't yet remember. She stopped for a moment to try and think back to what it could have been but she drew a blank and decided to put it to the back of her mind. Rather than get fully dressed Amy decided just to throw her silk robe over her naked body and head downstairs to get some breakfast, she would have to get undressed soon to have a wash and the robe was big enough to cover her without too much risk of any part of her being seen.

She left her room and headed downstairs, slightly anxious about how things would be with her mother but otherwise ready for the day and looking forward to make the best of it. She made her way to the kitchen, her bare soles making a gentle patter across the floorboards as she went.

Sarah was nowhere to be seen but Simon was sitting at the kitchen table reading the Sunday newspaper. "Morning sleepyhead," he said with a wide grin on his face.

"Good Morning," groaned Amy.

"Looks like someone's a little hung-over," he said playfully.

"Huh?" returned Amy, still getting used to talking.

"How's your head?" he asked, trying to clarify.

"Oh fine," said Amy, finally perking up, "I'm not hung over, I just didn't sleep very well, ages before I finally dropped off."

"How come?"

"Oh, no reason," said Amy suddenly remembering the thought of her mother, pleasing herself. A flash of heat coursed through her body, she needed to sit down.

"Are you okay?" asked Simon, his brotherly concern evident on his voice. He got up from his chair and pulled one out for his sister to sit down on.

Amy sat on the chair, her eyes half closed. She didn't do anything for a moment then she opened her eyes and looked towards her brother. A flash of recollection came across her mind, her brother was knelt on the floor before her, looking up with concern at her face, she remembered a similar scene from her dream the night before only in the dream Amy was tied down and Simon was looking up at her as he forced a dildo inside her accepting pussy. She stirred a little in her seat, "what is wrong with me?" she thought, "first my mother, now my brother." She managed to regain her senses and realized that if she was going to keep all of this to herself she was going to have to act normally. "I'm fine," she said, hoping to put her brother at ease, "I think I am just a little hung-over."




It Runs in the Family



Simon stood up and looked down at his sister; he turned on his heels and poured a glass of water. "Get this down your neck," he said, handing her the glass.

"Thanks," she said meekly before swigging down the entire contents in one breath. "That's much better,"

He returned to his chair and picked up the paper again, giving its contents one last look. They sat together for a while, Simon reading and Amy getting herself some breakfast.

"Where's mom, do you know?" Amy asked as she dropped her bowl into the sink.

"She went out to do some shopping," replied Simon, barely looking up from his paper.

There was a brief silence, it felt awkward to Amy but Simon didn't notice it. "Can I ask you something?" said Amy, a tone of caution on her lips.

"Sure," replied Simon, he had always been accommodating of Amy's curiosities and today he made no exception.

"Do you know much about our Father?"

"Sure, why do you ask?" Simon was a little unsure where this was going.

"Well there's something specific about him, I just wondered if you knew."

"What?" asked Simon with a wide grin on his face, his sisters visage was, however, far more serious, she was clearly troubled by something.

"Did you know that he was into bondage?" said Amy, blurting out the sentence as though the quicker she said it the easier it would be to ask.

"Bondage?" questioned Simon, sounding a little confused.

"Yeah, you know when..."

"I know what it is," he interrupted. "What do you mean?"

"Apparently him and mom-- my mom- used to be quite into it."

"First I've heard of it, but I suppose there's nothing wrong with it." He paused for a moment, apparently thinking, "Hold on," he said, "how do you know this?"

"Mom told me," said Amy, glad that her brother seemed to be relaxed about the subject.

"She did?"

"Yeah..." Amy paused for a moment considering how she would phrase her next sentence. "When we got back last night I found some cuffs and a collar and a vibrator on her bed. She'd just been using them so she kind of had to admit it, I felt bad for her, but it seems a little strange."

Simon sat in a stunned silence, the thought of his step-mother a sexual being was not a thought that was especially new to him, on countless occasions he had masturbated over that very notion, but to hear it described to him in such a black and white way made him feel a little awkward. "I suppose..." he said, cautiously, "It's not that big of a deal." He looked up at his sister, wondering what her reply would be.

"I know," she agreed, "It's just so strange to think of her like that, and..." she trailed off.

"What?" asked Simon, still sounding as concerned as ever, "you know you can talk to me."

"Well..." she paused, she was about to reveal something that until last night she was not sure about herself, "I think I'm like her... submissive I mean." Her face went red she felt stupid for even saying such a thing.

"Don't be embarrassed, it's nothing to be ashamed of." He reassured her.

"That's what she said,"

"Well she's right, there's nothing wrong with it... if you must know I have a bit of a soft spot for that kind of stuff too. Do you remember that time when she found all of that porn on my computer?"

"Yeah," said Amy with a smile, remembering how much trouble he had been in.

"Well most of that was bondage stuff, so you're not weird, it's fine. Either that or we're a family of weirdo's."

She laughed, clearly put to ease with what her brother had told her. "Thanks," she said looking back up towards his gently smiling face.

"No problem. What are big brothers for anyway?" he replied.

He stood up to go into the living room and watch some TV. "You going to join me?" he asked.

"No thanks," said Amy, deciding to stay put. "One more thing," she added, before her brother had left the room.

"Yes."

"Mom and I are both submissive... Are you the same or are you like Dad?"

He paused for a moment considering his answer. "I guess I'm like Dad, I've never really thought about it that much."

Part Four.

Not long after Simon and Amy's conversation had ended Sarah returned home with the shopping. Amy was still a little reluctant to talk to her mother, fearing the potential awkwardness that such a conversation would involve so instead she decided to go upstairs and get herself cleaned up.

Simon, however, had no such reservations and was eager to help his step-mother with the groceries. Before long they had lifted them all from the car and were in the kitchen busily loading the shopping into the cupboards. They worked in silence for a while, Sarah was still not sure how much Simon knew and was going through a conversation in her head trying to figure out the best way to tell him. Before long she discovered there was no need.

"Amy told me about last night," he said, so casually that he may as well have been talking about the weather.

"Oh?" replied Sarah, bracing herself for whatever was to come.

"I just want you to know that it makes no difference to me; the same with Amy too."

"Okay, I was a little worried."

"No need to be, I think Amy's finding the revelation a little strange but I suppose now she knows that there's another thing you two have in common."

"What do you mean?" asked Sarah.

"How your both submissive..." he turned as he said this, looking at Sarah who seemed to be a little shocked by the news, "Hadn't she told you?" asked Simon, his eyes wide with worry.

"No..." Said Sarah, slowly, apparently thinking over what she had just heard.

"Shit!" exclaimed Simon, he rarely swore but this time it was justified. "Please don't tell her I said anything, she'll kill me."

"It's okay," Sarah returned, "It's just dawned on me that she already said so, she kept saying 'It's okay, I understand' I hadn't realized that she actually understood in that sense."

"Please don't say anything, just in case."

"I won't I promise, I'm glad that you've both taken it so well."

"You needn't have worried about that, we both love you. You're Amy's mother and you've been as good to me over the years as any mother could be, we're a family."

Sarah smiled and turned away from her step-son suppressing what felt like floods of tears approaching letting only one solitary bead roll down her face. Simon saw the distress she was in and stepped over to her, taking her in his arms and hugging her body tightly to his. For a moment Sarah felt as though she was back in the arms of her husband, they both had such similar strong bodies. She couldn't help but imagine it was her husband that was holding her, protecting her from the world outside whilst planning some kind of submission for the night ahead, but it wasn't him and she had to pull herself out of her reverie.

Upstairs Amy was also escaping into a fantasy world. She had just hopped into the shower and was letting the hot water cascade over her nubile body. She thought back to Simon, to the role he had played in her dream, the dominant master to her submissive self. She closed her eyes and imagined him standing over her, taking in her naked body, restraining her so that she was totally immobile and then forcing himself into her.

Such thoughts had crossed her mind before, but rarely had they been about Simon, and never had they been so strong. She reached towards her breasts and pinched her nipples with the tips of her fingers, imagining that the sensation she felt was of her half-brother applying clamps rather than the boring reality in which she was merely pleasing herself. She left one hand upon a breast, clamping her nipple even harder whilst the other she let slide down her lithe young body towards her pussy. For a moment she felt a flash of guilt, she knew it was wrong to fantasize such things but she couldn't help it and her guilt quickly faded as she allowed her fingers to rub slowly up and down her lips, from the tip of her clit to the base of her pussy and towards her asshole. 

She could barely stand the anticipation that she was creating and plunged two of her fingers in to her pussy whilst allowing her other hand to pinch her nipple even harder. The force of these two actions forced her onto her knees and she pictured herself kneeling before her brother, his cock poised to enter her mouth; it was all that she could bear. Her orgasm hit her with the force of a bullet, she leant forward to rest her head on the side of the shower, hot water still pouring over her crumpled body as she thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy allowing herself an intense orgasm.

Eventually it subsided and Amy stood up before turning off the water and standing motionless in the shower cubicle as some of the beads of water dripped from her pert young body. She shook herself before turning her head and squeezing some of the moisture out of her long, dark, hair and stepping out onto the towel she had laid on the floor. She picked another towel from the rail and quickly dried herself before replacing her silk robe, still her only garment, and returning downstairs where she expected to find the rest of her family.

Part Five.

The rest of the day passed as uneventfully as any Sunday afternoon would. After a large dinner the three had slumped in front of the TV until it was eventually time to go to bed.

The next morning Amy woke early and headed downstairs. She noticed that her mother had already left for work- her car was not in the driveway- so decided to sit at the kitchen table and read the paper that was left here from the day before. It was soon clear to Amy that she would be unable to concentrate on the paper and instead she thought of events that had transpired during the previous weekend. So many revelations had occurred, some involving secrets that her mother had revealed and others seemed more like secrets that Amy had managed to keep from herself. A desire to submit that had manifested itself in fantasies of her half-brother and a connection with her mother over their sexual similarities.

Before long Amy's thoughts were fixed upon the ottoman in her mother's room. When she had first glanced upon its contents she had been so shocked but now she was curious to give them all a closer inspection. For a while she remained in the Kitchen, toying with herself whether or not it was okay to go looking through her mother's things. Eventually, however, she decided that it was fine to do so, reasoning that her mother had lied to her for so long about the box that to take another look would do no harm, especially as she had seen its contents already.

She headed up to her mother's room, attempting to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake her brother. She slid the door gently open and stepped into the room, closing it as quietly as she could behind her. 

She practically dove towards the chest and pulled at the oak lid that provided the only obstacle to what lay inside. It was locked, obviously, and for a moment Amy felt as though the ottoman would have to remain closed. It dawned on her that her mother probably had the key hidden somewhere near the chest itself and instinctively her gaze was drawn towards her mother's bedside table and the drawer that lay beneath it. She pulled it open and stared at its contents for a moment searching around for something that resembled a key.

She looked over every inch of the drawer but found nothing; she was about to close the drawer when she noticed, hidden at the very back, a small tin. She pulled the drawer clean out of the table and placed it onto the bed before prying the tin out from its depths and placing it on the bed beside the discarded drawer. She placed her fingers around the edge of the lid and closed her eyes. The lid popped off easily and slowly, but surely, Amy looked down to see if her efforts would be rewarded. They were.

Inside the tin lay an ornate key and the vibrator that had been on her mother's bed the night before. The excitement of what she was doing was beginning to get to her and she momentarily lost herself as she raised the vibrator up to her face and sniffed it. She could tell it had been cleaned since her mother had last used it but despite this she was still able to smell something of her mother on the short rubber shaft. For a moment she felt a little disgusted by what she had just done but it soon faded as she realized the smell had made her a little wet and she was alone so it didn't really matter. 

She placed the vibrator onto the sheets beside the tin and removed the key. She was fairly certain that it was this key that fitted into the ottoman's lock. She turned towards the chest and thrust the key into the hole, it fit perfectly, she turned it clockwise feeling resistance at first before the lock finally gave way and the key turned with a satisfying 'click.'

Her excitement was reaching a crescendo as she placed her hands under the lid and lifted it up with all her might. It opened with a small thud as the lid rested against the wall and the contents of the chest were revealed once more for Amy to see.

She spent almost twenty minutes inspecting all the gear, imagining each item in use and fantasizing what it would be like to have them used to restrain and punish her own young body. Eventually the anticipation grew to be too much and Amy decided that she would try some of the toys out.

She reached towards a ball gag, something she had heard about but never before seen. She placed the red ball into her mouth, summoning all her strength to open her jaw wide enough to take it. Eventually she got it to fit and tied the strap tightly behind her head. She enjoyed the sensation that it gave, her Jaw was already becoming strained under the pressure and she knew that with time the sensation would become exponentially more intense. She tried to talk but was only able to let out strange noise, her tongue was almost immobile and with her teeth pressed tight against the ball she was unable to say anything that would be decipherable save perhaps a simple "yes" or no."

She looked back into the chest for something else to try out, leaving the ball gag in for now. As she leant in to look for something new she felt a small streak of saliva from the gag roll down her chin. She imagined for a moment how she must look like, she felt as though she would look utterly ridiculous but this notion only added to her arousal. Soon her gaze was fixed upon the collar that her mother had worn the night before. She wasted no time in pressing it roughly onto her neck and fastening it tightly behind her. The restriction if gave her was so much more intense than her tie had done before and when coupled with the gag she felt as though even simple tasks, like breathing, were being quickly made into labours that she would have to concentrate to do properly.

With the gag and the collar both securely fastened she could feel her arousal growing. She wasted no time diving back into the box to collect the cuffs that she had once seen on her mother's bed. Excitedly she fastened them to her wrists and ankles, she felt amazing in all this gear but she was curious to see how she looked. She shed her silk robe and walked her naked body through to the en suite bathroom to admire herself in her mother's dress mirror.

At first she felt a little uneasy at seeing herself like this but that uneasiness faded as she looked up and down her body and took in every last piece of the picture. She noticed that her pussy, which she kept closely shaven, was burning red, she placed a hand between her legs and felt as though she could feel heat radiating from her pussy, she was certainly aroused but had no idea that she could aroused so much that it was visible.

She headed back into the bedroom and had another look in the chest, removing a couple more things from inside and placing them onto the bed. She hopped up onto the bed and inspected her latest finds. The first was a set of nipple clamps, two in all connected by a small metal chain, looking at them reminder her of the fantasy she had enjoyed the previous day of her brother using them on her whilst dominating her, she wished that she could live the fantasy but for now the clamps alone would do, her brother would have to wait. She attached the first one to her right nipple, amazed at how strongly it clamped down on her sensitive bud. She winced a little initially before through controlled breathing she managed to deal with the pain. She wasted little time in attaching the second one, bracing herself for similar pain, this time making her eyes water and more saliva pour down her chin and onto her chest.

She knelt on the bed for a moment before shaking her body, letting the chain pull the clamps enough to cause more discomfort without detaching them from her sensitive nipples. She stopped and caught her breath before searching for the next item, which she had discarded on the bed somewhere. She reached around for a while before finding what she was looking for. A small butt plug was another toy she had instantly recognized, it was something she had never used before, daring only ever to slip a single finger into her puckered opening but she had decide that today she would go no- holds- barred in her attempt to please herself.

She reached around behind herself and pointed the plug upwards before leaning back onto its tip. Her kneeling position turned out to be the best position for the job and she was able to push the plug into her asshole simply by leaning as much of her wait back onto the device as she felt possible. It resisted at first but eventually her ass seemed to give in and accept it in one quick motion, she shuddered as she felt it enter but immediately enjoyed the new sensation of a toy up her ass, one which would keep her arousal up without any need for physical stimulation.

After such a long preparation Amy was looking forward to the grand finale with almost baited breath. She had spent so long preparing herself that her jaw was aching from the pressure of the gag and her cuffs were beginning to feel heavy around her wrists and ankles. She wanted nothing more but to orgasm and knew exactly how she was going to get it. She reached back towards her mother's discarded vibrator and turned it on to its medium setting.

She listened to the gentle hum that it emitted and waited for as long as she could bear, allowing the noise to tease her ever closer to her orgasm. She rubbed the humming device up and down the length of her pussy lips, shivering as she did, her twitching muscles almost mimicking the buzz of the vibrator. She pushed it slowly into her moist pussy and slid it slowly back and forth whilst allowing her free hand to rub slowly at her engorged clit. She felt lucky that she had not already orgasmed as she continued the assault upon her womanhood. With each passing moment her muscles became tenser and her body became moistened with sweat. Her skin was flushing read and her breathing became laboured behind the gag the sides of which were drenched with saliva. 

She must have continued like this for almost ten minutes before she realized that her orgasm was not coming, the climax that she had rushed towards would not arrive. She dropped the vibrator onto the bed and pondered for a moment, still dressed in all her bondage regalia. She couldn't think why this was happening; it never had before, why now? When she was preparing for what she had anticipated would be her most powerful orgasm to date.

She racked her brains trying to find a solution but only one came to mind. She thought of her mother, how she used these things to remind her of her husband, a man who had once dominated her. Amy realized that without a master these shackles were meaningless, they may as well have been empty. But she also knew that she needed to orgasm and she needed to orgasm soon, the pressure was unbearable and she could find only one solution. Normally she would have known better than to go looking for her brother but at the moment she was robbed of her senses, she was like a bitch in heat. She stepped off the bed and walked slowly towards the door. The sensation of the clamps on her nipples and the plug in her ass were totally alien to her and moving magnified their intensity significantly. Slowly but surely she was able to reach her brother's bedroom where she found him still sleeping beneath the sheets.




It Runs in the Family



She was initially unsure as to how she should wake her brother, and she was equally unsure as to how she was going to persuade him that he wanted her as much as she needed him. She decided that in order to wake her brother subtlety was unnecessary and opted to turn on his radio. As soon as he woke she turned the radio off and awaited her brother's reaction.

At first he didn't notice that anyone was in his room, he seemed a little groggy as he scanned his horizons. His head scanned his surroundings passing directly through his sister before he did a double take, a sat wide eyed in amazement. "What the Hell?" he said, sitting rigidly on the bed.

There was no reply, the ball gag made sure of that, he sat motionless for a while before leaning in towards his sister and removing the gag. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked again, breathing heavily with the shock.

"I've come for you," she said simply, "I need you."

"You need me?" he said as he threw a sheet over his sister's exposed body.

"Yes," she said calmly, although not making eye-contact, "I need you to use me."

"What?" asked Simon, still shocked at what had greeted him as he woke. "Why are you dressed like this?" he added.

"I was going through mom's ottoman and getting a feel for her lifestyle. I want to submit to you, I want you to use me."

"I can't" he said, almost in a whisper.

"Why not?" asked Amy as she knelt on the edge of the bed and crawled slowly towards him.

"Because you're my sister," he replied edging further back towards the headboard.

"Half-sister," corrected Amy.

"It's still wrong."

"But I need it," she said, still advancing.

"Well whatever it is you need, I can't give it to you."

"Are you telling me that you've never fantasized about me? Never masturbated over thoughts of me?"

"That's different." He said nervously, he had run out of room to withdraw and his sister was slowly approaching.

"Because this time you can really have me, I'm offering myself to you, whenever you want me, day or night just take me now."

"It's wrong Amy," he added, allowing his morals to override his desires.

"Who's going to know?" she asked, as she leant in towards him. He looked scared, perhaps not from what was happening but from what he feared would happen soon. She kissed him softly on the lips and closed her eyes. They kissed for a moment before she withdrew. "Surely that deserves punishment?" she questioned.

Simon looked at his sister's face, there was no denying it's beauty, she was the mirror of her mother and as attractive as any young woman could be. His doubts were screaming in his head, he knew that he couldn't allow anything to happen between him and his sister but he felt as though he wanted it and his sister really did look as though she needed him. "Stay here," he said as he slipped off the bed and out into the hallway.

"Where are you going?" asked an anxious Amy.

"Just stay there and shut up," returned Simon, adding a forceful air to his voice. He walked into his step-mom's room where he suspected he would find this ottoman he had been told about. His eyes were immediately drawn to the box; he had never seen it open before. He reached into the jumble of ropes, cuffs, clamps and whips and removed a leather riding crop from within.

He headed back towards his bedroom, still a little uneasy about what he was about to do but the Dom in him was taking over and he felt as though he could keep some degree of control if he was careful. He entered his room to find his sister laying sprawled on his bed, staring intently towards the door. 

"Kneel," he said, making sure there was no doubt in his sister's mind that he meant business.

She followed his order to the letter and knelt bolt upright, facing her brother with her head bowed slightly in subservience.

"Shuffle this way a little," he said, beckoning his sister towards the foot of the bed.

She followed this command with similar gust and was soon facing her brother, now less than a foot away from him.

"Turn around." He ordered, indicating with his finger that she turn away from him. Again she followed the command without hesitation. When she had finished he gave another order. "I want you to lean your head down onto the bed so that your cheek is on the sheets and your ass is in the air."

She did so without hesitation; allowing her brother a far better view of the butt plug that was straining her asshole.

Now that he had her where he wanted her he decided to lay down some rules. "I want you to remember that you came to me so what I say goes." He paused for a moment, considering his words carefully and revelling in the experience of issuing his ultimatum. "You are not to speak to me unless I address you directly. I don't mind helping you get off, but for now I'm not going to fuck you, if you want that then you'll have to earn it. And... this is most important; if you want me now then you have to accept that whenever I want you I only have to order and you will obey; do I make myself clear?" he asked sternly.

"Yes," replied Amy, meekly.

"Yes, what?" he added.

"Yes Sir," Amy corrected.

"Are these terms acceptable to you?" "Yes Sir."

"Good," he paused for a moment, allowing his sister to suffer with the unknown for a moment. "Touch your pussy," he said.

Amy reached her free hand and pushed it up her body towards her pussy.

"Now," said Simon, "You are going to rub yourself, and I am going to whip you with this riding crop here," as he said this he landed the crop onto one of Amy's milky white butt cheeks with a deafening crack. "If you don't cum before my arm gets tired then you're out of luck because I won't be helping you get off again this morning and from now on you aren't allowed to get yourself off without my prior permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," Amy replied.

"I don't see any rubbing going on." He threw the crop back down onto her buttock, almost exactly where the first strike had landed. This shocked Amy into action and she began to rub her pussy vigorously.

Simon watched for a moment, her hand sticking out between her legs was causing her whole body to wobble ever so slightly and the butt plug seemed to be twitching in her tight little asshole. He would have loved to pull the thing out and lunge his cock deep between those cheeks, but for now he held strong and continued with the whipping.

At first he planted the crop with devastating force all over her ass, taking his time between each strike to allow the crop to shock his sister each time he thrust it down. He enjoyed the quiet yelp that escaped her lips when he struck her and it seemed as though the anticipation was almost as enjoyable to her as the crop itself.

He decided to change his pattern a little and rather than landing occasional smacks with extreme force he opted to constantly whip her, not giving her any time to recover between each hit. With the crop he pummelled her ass and the backs of her thighs, allowing his body to take on a kind of rhythm that made the action seem almost effortless. Occasionally he would aim for the butt plug and send a shock down its length into his sister's ass, other times he flailed at the soles of her bare feet which curled up in defence only to have his efforts redirected towards her thighs and buttocks.

Before long her skin was burning red in reaction to his blows and she was rubbing her pussy with more force than ever before. "I want you to ask permission before you cum." Said Simon.

"P-Please c-c-can I cum, mas-ter?" she moaned, clearly very close.

"Go ahead," he replied before landing one final smack of the whip onto the exposed plastic of her butt plug. He stepped back and enjoyed the show as his sisters body shook and writhed in ecstasy, a powerful orgasm flooding through her veins and infiltrating every inch of her body. Her toes curled as she lifted her feet towards her ass and let her had fall heavily onto the bed. She regained control of herself and lowered her feet back down, allowing herself to remain motionless, her ass still pointing into the air, blotched red with the force of her brothers punishment.

Simon decided that this was no place to stop. The exertion had made his chest glisten with sweat and through his thin cotton trousers his erection was clear, he needed relief now as much as his sister had needed it ten minutes before. "Get up," he said, forcefully. He had an idea.

He remembered that his sister's bed had a metal frame that would make the perfect location to tie her down properly. "Go through to your room and sit on your bed." He said, not waiting to make sure she was obeying before leaving the room himself and heading towards his step-mom's room to collect more things.

He looked through the ottoman for the proper restraints and had no difficulty in finding them. He picked them up in hauled them towards his sisters room where he found that his new slave had followed his orders to the letter and was sat on her bed waiting for him.

"Put your legs forward." He ordered as he dropped the bundle of restraints. He removed a silk rope from amongst the items and placed it on the bed. His sister followed his command without hesitation and he was able to set to work restraining her. He took her left ankle in his hand and tugged it closer to the foot of the bed, not caring for the feelings of his slave. He hooked the first length of rope through the metal loop on her cuff and then secured it to the bedpost. Without hesitation he grabbed hold of her right ankle and did the same. "Try and wriggle free," he said, looking at his sister intently.

She followed his command but was unable to escape. He noticed the movement of the nipple clamp and decided to have a little fun. He knelt onto the side of the bed and reached for the chain that connected the two clamps before pulling it gently towards his so the chain was a taught as it could be without pulling the clamps from the nipples they restrained. "Pull back." He ordered.

His sister immediately obeyed and pulled her body away from her brother, the clamps pulling her nipples as far as they would go before finally popping painfully off. "I guess we'll keep this off for now," said Simon, satisfied with his sister's performance and taking a sadistic delight in the quiet way in which she bore the pain whose signature was written across her face.

He returned to his bundle of restraints and walked beside the bed with another length of rope. "Arm," he said simply as he stood to his sister's side. She complied and reached out towards him. He took the arm and pulled it behind his sisters back and fastened it to the metal frame of the bed head, he knew that this position would probably a bit of a strain on her shoulders but ultimately, he reasoned, that was the whole point. He returned to the bundle and collected the last rope before making his way towards his sister's only unrestrained arm. She handed it up to him without waiting for his command and he quickly fastened it to the frame behind her.

He took a step back and admired his handiwork. His sister was sat on her bed with her ankles spread and fixed to the frame at the foot of the bed, as close to the mattress as was possible. Her arms had been pulled behind her body and were both tied to the top of the bed head, allowing her barely any room for movement without sending immense pain through her thighs or shoulders. He moved to the foot of the bed and admired his work from another angle, his sister's pussy was just above the sheets, burning red with passion and exposed to whatever his will dictated. Her bare breasts were hanging pertly on her chest, the nipples red and purple from the clamps. She looked intently into his eyes, unafraid of what was to come, and she just waited for his command.

He stepped onto the bed between his sister's legs; his erection was clearly visible through his thin trousers and was level with his sister's eye line. She stared intently at the bulge in his pants, waiting for what she suspected she would see next. He dropped his trousers without any hesitation and exposed his bare cock to his sister, it was as hard as it had ever been and was just about ready to burst. He grabbed it in his hand and rubbed it slightly, treating his slave to a tantalizing look of what she was about to receive.

He stepped a little closer to her, looking down towards her face, enjoying the feeling of her eyes staring directly at his manhood. He was so close that she could smell his arousal. He could bear the wait no longer and pointed his cock towards his sister's mouth. Although she had not been given an order she knew what was expected of her and she pushed her lips around his girth. The feeling was like no other he had ever experienced, he had received blow jobs in the past but for some reason this one felt so much better, maybe she was just good at it, or maybe it was the psychological effect of the experience, she was after all his sister and he was restraining her and using her like a piece of meat.

Amy rolled her tongue around her brother's cock as she thrust her head back and forth. She sucked hungrily at every last inch of it, desperate to please the man who was now not only her brother but also her lover and her master. Simon was approaching his orgasm fast and he placed a hand on the back of Amy's head thrusting her with great force onto his cock, he would be unable to hold on much longer.

He withdrew from her mouth and she tried to recapture his manhood but he pulled away. He stood, tantalizingly close, and pumped his cock, his eyes fixed on his sister's doe-eyed face. He felt his body begin to jerk as streams of hot cum spurted out onto his sister's face. He stopped pumping for a while and let his body do the rest, his eyes closed and his knees buckled slightly.

His orgasm finished he pushed towards his sister, allowing her to clean up the mess that remained on his cock, eventually he pulled back again and wiped his cum-drenched hand down his sister's reddened breast. "I'm going to get some breakfast now," he said. "I'll be about an hour, don't clean yourself up." He smirked to himself as he spoke the words, perfectly well aware that there was no possible way that she could have cleaned herself up, she was still tied down and there was no hope of escape.

He turned his back on his sister and dropped off her bed before pulling his cotton trousers back on. His cock was still bulging slightly behind the fabric but it was subsiding.

As he approached the door his sister spoke, "thank you master," she said timidly.

"What did I say about speaking?" he asked, rhetorically. "I'm going to have to think of some way of punishing you when I get back."

He turned his back and headed downstairs.

"Thank you," whispered Amy.



It Runs in the Family Pt. 01



Hi guys :)

EroticWorm here!

This story is about a really intimate family matter (incest). If you're offended in any way, I do apologize as I had no intention of offending anybody. 

With that said,

Enjoy! :D

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"I'm home!"

Nate walked in and shut the front door behind him, locking it. He made sure that he paid special attention to it as his parents always hated it when he left the front door unlocked.

Nate was not the kind of boy who was scolded by his parents for misbehaving, or being wayward. He was quite well behaved and obedient. It was jsut the small things that got to him. Locking the house doors, doing his laundry, making a mess of his room, small things like that. He was an intelligent kid, just morbidly lazy. At 6 feet tall, he was also very good looking. Playing tennis really changed his body, considering he was almost on the verge of being overweight just a year ago. Last year, he'd pledged to change. Now, Abercrombie & Fitch was begging him to model for them. Black hair, black eyes, and rippling muscles that were not too big yet not too small, he was the dream of every girl and the portrait of every boy.

"Jeez, you look shit-faced."

"Thanks Kelly. I really need that right now."

With a growing smile, Nate hugged his twin sister.

Kelly was his twin, and they shared everything with each other. Around the same height as him, Kelly was 5 feet and 10 inches tall. Dirty blonde naturally, she made it a point not to dye her hair. Her mother always told her it looked nice, and she was seconded by almost every body in school. With curves of a supermodel, she had the looks. Unfortunately, she wasn't into academics. Getting solid C's in all her classes from the 7th grade, she'd strayed away from the academic life. She was on Cosmopolitan, GQ, and Maxim, and was on her way to becoming a movie star. However, that wasn't the path her parents' envisioned for her. But hell, it's her life, right?

"Why do you look so bad?" asked Kelly.

"Tennis practice went on for an extra hour." said Nate.

"Care to tell why?" Kelly asked, posing herself on the edge of the counter she was sitting on.

"Why the sudden interest?" asked Nate, weirded out by his sister's odd concern.

"Oh no reason. Just wanted to know about tennis practice." she replied.

She'd been doing that quite a lot lately. Kelly would ask Nate about the most uninteresting things as if she had a deep interest, when usually, she would exhibit little concern. Nate was getting concerned about his sister's odd behavior. She was usually uninterested in this stuff. Why the sudden change?

"Hey, you're not telling me something."

"Hmmm? What?! Are you accusing me of something?" Kelly said, playing around.

"Seriously, what's going on? Is Mom putting you on like recon duty or something?" Nate asked, knowing well that his Mom did that kinda thing.

"The hell is 'recon duty'?" asked Kelly, legitimately unaware of what that meant.

"I'm watching you." said Nate, moving fingers from his eyes to Kelly.

"That's creepy, Nate. Don't do that." Kelly said, mimicking a scared girl.

"So is you wanting to know about tennis practice! You've never been interested in this stuff! Why the sudden concern about how long tennis was, or where I was at 3:00 yesterday?" asked Nate, slightly annoyed by his sister.

"Ugh, fine! I'll tell you." Kelly said, rolling her eyes back in vain.

"Thank god," exasperated Nate, waiting to see what bogus explanation she had for this.

"Tell no one," said Kelly, with a look of seriousness that shrouded her face.

"Dude, did someone get murdered or something? Why so serious?" asked Nate, a frown of seriousness creeping up on his face, making him nervous.

"WTF? No. Jane wants to go out with you."

"The fuck?!? You ass!"

Nate went over to Kelly and pushed so she slid over to the other end of the kitchen counter, knocking over the salt on her way there.

"I thought someone really died or something. Don't do that!" said Nate, relieved that it was something to do with his sister and her friends.

"You're cleaning that up."

"The hell I am! You pushed me, remember?" said Kelly, smirking as she slid of the countertop.

"Well at least help me, then!" yelled Nate, rushing over to grab her.

"If you can catch me first!" she yelled, and slipped out of his grip and ran.

Bolting around the coffee table and jumping past the sidetable, Kelly sprinted to her father's sanctum, the Study. Considering she ran track, Kelly was quite fast. But being bigger and much more atheletic, Nate outran her and caught midway between the coffee table and the Study. Twisting around so she didn't hit the ground, Nate fell to the floor, pulling Kelly down with him.

Her face one inch away from his, she breathed deeply, knowing she lost. She had to give in. And besides, it gave her something to do. She was quite bored.

"Fine. I'll help".

With a quick peck on the lips, Nate replied with a "thank you", as he got up and helped her up as well.

Now, Nate and Kelly were more intimate than the ordinary brother and sister, considering they were twins, but they weren't like a couple. They kissed each other on the lips, quick pecks, not prolonged acts on intimacy, to indicate that they were really close. It had always been a thing, from the time they shared bathtubs to the time they shared rooms. They had always been really close, considering everything about them was alike. They shared a lot of the same interests, and were always in sync with each other. People were not really surprised that they were related, considering many times they spoke the exact same thing. 

Many people thought they were mentally connected, like those twins on television are, and that they could read each other's thoughts. That, was science-fiction. However, they tried, and figured out that since they were born at exactly the same time, not a second later, they did share an emotional connection. When one of them felt a strong wave of emotion, the other did too, making them more inclined to be feeling the same thing most of the time. And to add to that, they rarely ever fought. They always got along very well, to the point where people suspected that they faked their emotions.

"Ugh. You spilled so much salt."

"That wasn't me sis, remember? You knocked over the salt." retorted Nate.

"You pushed me!" said Kelly, hands on her hips, frowning at him.

"But you knocked over the salt!" corrected Nate.

"Hmph. Touchė, brother." replied Kelly.

A few minutes later, their mother came down. Shocked by the massive pile of salt now sitting on the ground and the broken pieces of the cookie jar they were in, she turned her flushed face to Kelly and stomped over to her.

Beverlie, Kelly and Nate's mother, was quite amazing for her age. No one, not even celebrities, looked as good as her at 38. She was by far the most amazing woman in their entire neighborhood, as most men were duly at their windows eagerly waiting for Beverlie to go for her 6 AM run. Kelly has many times been commented on how much she looks like her mother. Beverlie was a natural blonde, a tad smaller than her daughter, and less curvier. She had a slim profile that said buisiness, but also said sexy. She was also very atheletic, and so her breasts were much more prominent than anyone's, Kelly's included. 

"Kelly what the hell is the meaning of this!?" yelled Beverlie, pointing to the broken ceramic of the cookie jar and the piles of salt strewn across the kitchen floor.

"It actually wasn't my fault... Nate started it."

"For Christ's sake, Kelly, I don't give a crap about how it happened. All I want is this stuff off the kitchen floor. Understand?" Beverlie said, with a hit of dismay in her tone.

"Don't worry about it Mom, we've got it covered." said Nate, quickly coming in to Kelly's rescue. She looked at him with a face that said "thank you".

"Aaaahhh... now I have to get another cookie jar," groaned Beverlie, more annoyance on her face than anything considering she was woken up by the shatter of the jar.

"We'll take care of that Mom, you go back to sleep." quipped Kelly, trying to comfort her already disturbed mom.

"Oh thank you," sighed Beverlie. Immediately she hugged both of them and rushed back to her bed to get some sleep.

Ding!

"I'll get it!" said Kelly, running to the door.

Consider Nate was faster and closer, her reached the door first and opened it.

"Why hello there! Can I help you-"

"Nate! Get AWAY from there!" yelled Kelly, pushing Nate with all her force and not moving him an inch.

After politely telling the guy outside to piss off, Nate closed the door and picked up his sister, pinning her to the wall interrogation style.

"Kelly, who's this man you're seeing? Hmm? Should I tell Dad?" taunted Nate, making fake threats only to see Kelly stop all her squirming and have her eyes bulge out of her head.

"NATE. DO NOT TELL DAD ANYTHING." said Kelly, a tone that emphasized fear and helplessness.

"Don't tell Dad anything, huh?" asked Jake, their father.

Jake was hot. A lot of implication on WAS. He used be amazing - surfer body, hair, and smile, all covered up by beautiful bronze-ish skin (he used bronzer a lot). Nowadays, he had lost the surfer hair, which turned itself into the slick business comb-over, and his abs had turned into softies, nto so rigid and protruding anymore (it's too bad, he was actually super duper hot). He dyed his hair black so that it would bring out the blue in his eyes, and truth be told, it did. Not to mention his french beard, which was also dyed jet black to help with his eyes. He still had it. He still looked hot, even though it was 25 years later.

"Aha, Dad, you know we're just playing around..." said Kelly, slowly and carefully so as not to reveal anything that might make her Dad suspect something.

"Ha, yeah. We're just horsing." seconded Nate, which Kelly was oh-so-thankful for as he sounded much more reassuring.

"Alrighty then. Who want's to help me make a sandwich?" asked Jake, eying both of them as if a lion couldn't choose between two tasty zebras.

"Well, Dad, we've got a thing to do..." said Nate, eyeing Kelly to fill in for him.

"Oh, yeah, we've got to catch a movie with Jane. She's meeting us there right now." Kelly said, catching the hint from Nate.

"Okay then. Catch you two later. Tell your Mom you're going, okay?"

"Will do Dad. Come'on Kelly." said Nate, dragging Kelly out the door.

"So Kelly, who was that guy? He seemed a bit weird." asked Nate, still curious about the guy who showed up asking for Kelly.

"Oh, that was no one. Just probably some dude from school or something."

Quickly, Nate stopped, turned around and grabbed Kelly by the arm tightly.

"Kelly, you know you can tell me anything, right?" said Nate, hoping that his tone provided reassuance.

"Ah okay. He's the guy I've been going out with." replied Kelly, still nervous about Nate's true intentions on what to do with this information.

"Seriously? Of all the guys you could go out with, you choose that dude?" asked an incredulous Nate, surprised at his sister's actions.

"No, Nate, it's not what you think. I'm going out with him as a friend, not a boyfriend."

"What do you mean, going out as a friend?"

"Well, we've been going to bars and..." Kelly stopped short, unable to put her thoughts in sentences.

"And?"

"Well, we've been getting wasted. There. I said it." replied Kelly, on the verge of tears. She was not a bad child. She never did anything wrong.

"That's what you're afraid of? Dad let's me drink all the time!" said Nate, surprised at what his sister thought was a terrible thing.

"Really?" asked Kelly, her watery eyes bulging out of her head.

"Haha, yeah! Dad doesn't even care!" said Nate,watching his sister join him in the laughter.

Feeling a lot better, they both went over to the theater and met Jane, who met them outside of the theater. Jane's eyes increased twice in size when she saw Nate headed over with Kelly, whereupon she immediately turned around and checked her face to make sure her mackeup was clear and her hair was curly. Turning back around, she was greeted by a warm smile from Nate.

"Hiya Jane."

"Oh, h-hi N-Nate," stammered Jane, who was evidently head-over-heels for Nate.

"Shall we enter the theater?" asked Nate, looking directly at Jane.

Stammering yet again, Jane replied with a squeak, and the three went in. Fueling what his sister had told him, Nate went ahead and put his arm around Jane as they walked into the theater. The look on Jane's face concerned Nate as she looked like she would faint at any given moment.

"Jane, are you okay?" asked Nate, genuinely concerned.

"I'm d-doing just f-f-fine, th-thanks," replied Jane, eyeing him nervously.

"Jane, would you mind holding hands with me?" asked Nate, opening his palm toward her.

With a sudden aura of brazen confidence, something leaped out of Jane that no one had ever seen before. She replied without stammering and took Nate's hand, clasping it tightly. Nate, astounded by what he saw, returned the squeeze and looked in Jane's eyes, where they formed a connection. Immediately, they knew exactly what was going to happen.

"Hey Kelly, I'm going to head over to the bathroom really quickly, okay?"

"Sounds good. Meet me in Theater 8 when you get back."

"Will do."

Nate went over to the men's bathroom and stood there for a while, looking at his reflection. A few seconds later the door burst open and Jane rushed in, abruptly stopping to eye over Nate.

"Hiya Jane."

"Hey Nate."

"This, uh, this is the men's bathroom."

"Mmhmm."

"Did you need anyth-"

Jane moved towards Nate and mashed her lips against his, enjoying his taste. Nate, surprised by this, drew back.

"I'm sorry," said Jane. "I couldn't hold it back anymore. I really like-"

Nate pulled her close and kissed her, this time with much more intimacy and strength. They kissed for a while, their lips caressing each other's and their tongues meeting and retracting, causing a swirl of emotion to rush through the both of them.

"Are we gonna do this?" breathed Nate, caressing Jane's body.

"Hell yeah we are," replied Jane, pushing him into the big stall in the corner.

Within seconds their clothes were off, and Nate was squeezing Jane's left breast while sucking on her right, which gave Jane a tremendous amount of pleasure. She squealed every now and then, all the while moaning in satisfactioin that she had neevr experienced before, let alone with her dream guy. 

Slowly reaching for his cock, which at the moment was rock solid, she thumbed the mushroom top and recieved a low growl from Nate, to which she smiled and continued to do. After a few seconds, Nate pushed Jane away and eyed her hungrily. She was a slim, petite figure, around 5'6'' (average for 23), and was slightly pale. However, her glassy green eyes made up for that. Those eyes had a lot to say right now as they eyed Nate up and down, widening her grin.

Nate rushed towards her, picked her up, spun around, and pinned her against the wall, pushing her legs up onto his shoulders. With one had holding her ass, he slowly leaned in and whispered "You're mine." Pointing his dick in the direction of Jane's pussy, Nate slowly pushed in, filling Jane with all 9 inches of his long penis. Along with every inch a louder moan came out of Jane, her pussy expanding and contracting all the while. Gently filling her up until she could hold no more, Nate stayed in her vagina, throbbing his penis so that it brushed gently against the wall of her cervix. After a few moments, Jane looked at Nate and through her eyes gave him the signal.

That was all he needed.

Immediately pulling his penis out, dripping with Jane's pussy juices, he shoved it back in, gradually increasing his speed as he did so. Jane was slammed against the wall, taking in 9 inches of Nate's rod in her pussy, groaning and screaming all the while. "Yess, yess, ohh, god, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, hard!!" Nate grinned and obliged, thrusting his cock harder and stronger, his balls slapping her ass. Grunting louder and louder in response to Jane's pussy clamping around his dick, he yelled "I'm going to cum baby!"

"Wait, we'll do it together!" replied Jane, out of breath and rocking to Nate rhythm, moving her closer together as she neared her orgasm. As he legs got closer, her pussy got tighter and Nate cock was getting crushed, as indicated by the way his eyeballs popped out of his head. "I can't hold it in anymore," cried Nate and a seconds later, he burst, filling Jane with spurt after spurt of his hot, thick cum, coating her vagina dripping out of it as well. Within seconds of his orgasm, Jane climaxed, crushing the life out his cock, cumming almost endlessly, spraying Nate's cock and balls with her cum. Unable to stand, Nate stumbled over to the closed toilet and sat down, with a slumped Jane on top of him. He looked over to where they were standing and saw a puddle on the ground, and smiled.

"Baby, that was amazing! I didn't know this is how you felt about me," said Nate, kissing Jane softly on her pucked lips.

"That's not all," said, Jane, sliding down onto the ground.

"What are you doi-" was all Nate could get out before Jane had his semi-erect dick in her mouth, working her magic. As soon as she out his floppy penis in her mouth it sprang to life, twitching and recoiling all the while. Swirling her tongue on the mushroom top had Nate gripping the guardrail, his knuckles bright white.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yes, Jane baby, oh my god, oh keep doing that, ahhhhh.." was all that came out of Nate's mouth for the next minute, that is, until he erupted in his second orgasm in 4 minutes, spurting his load of cum into Jane's mouth, although this time, not as much as the first. Swallowing it all whole, she immediately moved up and kissed him.

Nate wasn't into that kinda stuff, but now he quickly realized why girls did that to him. He tasted good.

"Wow. I taste good." he said, surprised and horrified at the same time that he just tasted his own cum.

"Fuck yeah you do!" said Jane, straddling him.

Nate's hands went to Jane's tits, slowly massaging them. As he applied more pressure, the kneading got Jane moaning again, but this time, soft purrs in place of the hard yells that resonated when they had sex. He moved up to kiss her, and she moved down, their lips touching and their tongues meeting. After a few minutes like this, Nate got up, suspending Jane in mid-air as he held her by her ass, her pussy almost impaled by his cock.

"We've got to go. Kelly's bound to look for us, and if she finds out, then th-"

"That's the reason I'm here, dummy!" chirped Jane, giving Nate a quick kiss on the lips.

"What?" replied Nate, confused at this point.

"Oh my god, you are so slow. Kelly set me up with you so we'd have sex!" said Jane, slipping her arms around Nate's neck and reducing the space between their faces to a mere inch.

"Seriously? This was Kelly's idea?" 

"Ya, seriously!" 

"Wow."

"What?"

"Kelly. I didn't think she actually had it in her."

"There's a side to everyone you don't know about, sweetie."

"Think I may have found yours."

"Haha, funny."

"Alright, we'd better get going."

Nate gently placed Jane on the floor so they could get dressed. After taking two steps, Jane slipped and fell, but Nate caught her in time. 

"Oh, haha, I should have warned you about our cumpuddle."

"Mmmm. Looks nice."

"Okay, keep moving."

Shaking his head, he ushered Jane out of the stall, where an old man was standing.

"Whoa." said Nate, suspiciously eyeing the old man. "Hey, uh, how long have you-"

"Lawng enuff, I tellya dat!" said the old man, sounding like a redneck.

"Oh. Uh, we'd better get moving..." said Nate grabbing his belt and dragging Jane out of the bathroom.




It Runs in the Family Pt. 01



"Weird, right?" said Jane, looking around to see if anyone else might have listened in on their sexventure (EroticWorm's term for sex-adventure).

"Shit yes. That dude gives me the creeps." said Nate, shuddering a little.

"You know what you give me..." said Jane, trying to be sexy.

"Ahaha. Very inappropriate. Move along, now." said Nate, looking around to see if anyone was listening.

As Nate and Jane proceeded to Theater 8, they caught sight of Kelly standing next to the theater entrance, looking bored. Acting extremely casual, they proceeded towards her. Looking up, Kelly spotted them and walked over.

"How long does it take to go to the fucking bathroom?" she asked Nate in a "what the fuck" type of way. 

"Well, the stalls were all occupied, so it took me a while. How long was I gone?" asked Nate, hoping Kelly wouldn't catch wind of what actually went on when he was in the bathroom.

"About 5 minutes." said Kelly, glancing at her watch.

"Oh, okay." said Nate, relieved it hadn't been longer.

"Well? Are we going to watch the movie or not?" asked Jane, who was standing and ogling Nate the entire while.

"Oh, right! The movie! Let's go." said Nate, and entered the theater, closing the door after them.

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