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The Wild Days #2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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Chapter Two
I was lying on the couch watching TV when the phone rang. I didn't
want to get up so I let it ring six times before I went to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Are you alright?" Susan's voice sounded relieved. "Until I took
your pulse, I thought you'd died."
"I'm fine, but what happened to you? I woke up and you were gone."
"I got scared and I guess I panicked. Will you forgive me? I
should have stayed until you woke-up."
"It's okay, and you're forgiven."
"Does your head hurt?"
"No... Why?"
"You bumped it pretty hard when you fell."
"I was in too much pleasure to notice. By the way, I forgot to
tell you how sexy you look. I've never seen a more beautiful girl."
"I'm only fifteen."
"And I'm only sixteen," I countered. "But I've seen enough naked
women to know when I see a truly beautiful one like you."
"You must be some stud!" Susan teased. "Where do you see all these
naked women?"
"In magazines." My face reddened.
"Are you comparing me to pictures in nasty magazines?"
"Do you mind?"
"I'm flattered." Susan giggled. "But I've also seen enough of
those pictures to know I'm not that sexy. Besides ? my tits are only
34 inches."
"Lots of girls have to live with 32 and 33 inch breasts. I think
your breasts are perfectly proportioned and that's more important than
size. Besides ? your's are still growing."
"My mom wears a 37 inch bra."
"There you go; you have a promising future."
"What about my nipples?"
"They're the juiciest buds I've ever seen. I'd really love to suck
on them until you beg for mercy."
"I bet you'd like me to beg for more than mercy," Susan giggled.
"What do you think of my nipples?"
"They're huge." I felt my cock stir. "Why don't you bring them
over here? My mouth is watering."
"Not tonight dear, I have a headache."
"Are you teasing me?"
"Yes... and no."
"What do you mean by that?"
"It means, `Yes I'm teasing you' and `No', because I really am too
tired to start anything tonight."
"Tired?" I argued. "I'm talking about having some fun, not work.
All you'd have to do is enjoy."
"What do you think I did after I watched you come all over your
sister's bedroom? Do you think I ran home to clean the house?" Susan
laughed. "I'm not the innocent little girl you seem to think I am.
Maybe I cleaned my plumbing!"
"Okay, okay." I laughed. "But I want you to know that I feel
cheated."
"Why?"
"You got to watch me but I didn't get to watch you."
"Have you ever seen a girl do it?"
"Masturbate?"
"Yeah." Susan giggled again. "Have you ever watched a girl mastur-
bate?"
"No." My cock was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I reached down
to adjust myself. My mind was filled with wild illusions of her
finger-fucking herself. I had already glimpsed a sample and I had
enjoyed it. "Would you do it for me?"
"I don't know." Her voice was soft. "I'd have to think about it."
"Why?" I pressed. "I did it for you."
"That was different." She objected. "I'm a girl. Do you think you
could stand to just watch."
"I can jerk-off while I watch." I suggested. "We could watch each
other."
"You don't give up do you?" Susan sighed.
"I've never wanted anything more." I took a breath and changed the
subject. "What did you think when you saw me doing it?"
"I was scared at first when you started walking toward me. You
looked horny enough to rape me or something. But then I realized you
were harmless and I'm glad I stayed. You put on quite a show. I know
someone who would buy tickets to watch you come like that."
"Tell her she can watch for free. Does she put out?"
"Jesus! You guys are all alike." Susan began to giggle and laugh.
"You'll fuck anything with two legs. But what if I told you that you
lived with this girl? Would you still be interested in knowing if she
puts out?"
"What?" I stammered.
"Does the thought shock you?"
"What do you think?" I was at a loss for words. "The only girl
that lives here is Mary, my sister."
"She's still a girl." Susan giggled. "The last time I saw her
naked she looked like a pretty sexy girl, too. Would you let her watch
if she wanted?"
"That's crazy!"
"Not as crazy as you think. I bet she'd even give you a real good
look at her pussy while you jerked-off." Her voice sounded wicked.
"You can't be serious. What makes you think my sister would want
to watch me jerk-off?" My heart began to race with excitement. Ever
since I caught a glimpse of my sister getting out of the shower a few
months ago I've been trying to see more. She was definitely very, very
sexy.
"She knows you spy on her." Susan changed the subject.
"What?" I gasped
"She told me." Susan giggled wickedly. "We tell each other every-
thing."
"I can't believe this. Mary knows I spy on her? Why would she tell
you?" I twinged with nervousness.
"I'm not suggesting." Susan paused. "It's a fact."
"Prove it." I my face turn red.
"Two weeks ago; I believe it was a Monday night. Mary was changing
into a nightie when she heard a noise outside of her window. She knew
it was you so she striped down to her panties and put on a tit show.
She has nice tits, but I bet you wanted to see what was under her
panties, didn't you?"
"It could have been anyone." My pulse quickened.
"Maybe you didn't notice it, but her window was open an inch. You
made quite a bit of noise climbing in and out of your bedroom window.
She heard you come and she heard you go." Susan chuckled. "She even
heard your zipper go down. Can you imagine that? Jerking off outside
your sister's window!"
"Jesus Christ." I was embarrassed. "I can't believe this! What
else do you know?"
"A couple days ago Mary was watching TV when you got home from
school. She had on a thin white blouse with no bra underneath. Her
breasts must have presented a lovely sight because you couldn't keep
your eyes off them. She left the top three buttons open for a reason."
"Okay, okay... That's enough." I was confused. Mary not only knew
about my unbrotherly desires, but was actively inciting them. Even
worse, she was telling Susan all about it.
"Do you remember the mini she was wearing?"
"Yes." I swallowed hard. I thought about hanging up the phone and
whipping out my dick.
"She borrowed it from me." Susan giggled. "It's kind of short
isn't it? I get so many whistles and stares that I won't wear it in
public anymore. Did she have panties on?"
"No." I reached down to free my erection.
"Isn't that wild?" Susan laughed. "Your sister showed you every-
thing she's got. Right there in broad daylight while you were watching
TV. Did it make you hard or what?"
"Maybe, but why would I tell you?" I was getting more excited by
the second.
"Mary and I share all of our secrets, even the nasty, unsisterly
ones. She told me you got so hard that you were practically sticking
out of your shorts. Why didn't you just whip it out right then? Mary
would have loved it!"
"This is getting too crazy, Susan." I leaned against the wall and
my hand went to my manhood. I began to stroke myself. "Why... why are
you telling me this?"
"Well, for one thing, I left that door open on purpose because I
get jealous every time Mary talks about you. I wanted to see what it
was like to be her. But when you saw me and started walking toward me,
I suddenly realized you wanted to do more than look. I also realized I
wanted it, too."
"If that was true, you'd have let me" I objected.
"Please try to understand." Her voice became a whisper. "I wasn't
afraid of you. I was afraid of hurting Mary. She's my best friend and
I've known her a lot longer than I've known you. While I was pretend-
ing to be her I knew she'd have wanted to be me at the moment you were
making your move. She would have been very jealous."
"This is too much!" My heart pounded. The prospect that Susan
offered was far beyond my wildest dreams. I was consumed by incestuous
thoughts. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Let me tell you a secret. The walls in your house are pretty
thin. Every time you jerk-off, Mary can hear your balls slapping
around. I've heard it myself a couple times when I spent the night
with her. She knows when you jerk off and she knows you do it every
time you spy on her."
"This is embarrassing!" I was beet red now.
"I think it's cute. Why don't you go look under her bed? She does
more than just lie there while she listens to you." Susan's voice
trailed off and the click was followed by a dead line. When the
receiver finally emitted a warbling off-hook signal I returned the
handset to its cradle.
I was dumbfounded. I must have sat there for twenty minutes before
I went to my sister's bedroom. Susan's shorts still lay on the dresser
where I'd left them earlier. I picked them up and pressed them to my
face. The fragrance of her pussy was still strong. My cock ached and
throbbed for release but I put her shorts down and walked to my
sister's bed. Half of me wanted to stop, but the other half had to
know. I dropped to my knees and looked.
I found two magazines. One was a Penthouse that I recognized as
one that had mysteriously disappeared a few weeks ago. It's amazing
how things can just walk off from under a bed, and because of self-
incrimination, no questions are ever asked. The other magazine was the
size of a paperback and I would have overlooked it completely had it
not been on top of the Penthouse. When I saw it's cover I gasped.
REAL LETTERS FROM FAMILY LOVERS!
My heart raced. I opened the cover and it was sure enough full of
letters about incest. There were stories of brothers and sisters,
fathers and daughters, mothers and son, aunts and uncles, cousins and
just about every possible combination a family can have.
I began to read. The stories were not only hot, they were also
believable and obviously written by different people. Needless to say
I went straight to the section on brothers and sisters. Within minutes
I got so excited I had to free my cock. I stroked myself as I imagined
my sister would do while I read about a girl who fucked her brother in
the basement of their house. Within minutes I was ready to come.
After cleaning up the last mess I didn't want a repeat perfor-
mance. I looked under my sister's bed for something to come on and saw
a pair of panties that would be perfect. But when I reached to re-
trieve them I got more than I bargained for; a dildo fell out. I
gasped at the thought. Was this what Susan had meant? Did my kid
sister fuck herself with a dildo while she listened to me jerk off?
I managed to wrap her panties around my cock just before explod-
ing. I filled her intimate garment with wave after wave of come and
lifted the dildo to my face. The smell of her pussy was faint on the
plastic, but nevertheless detectable. My orgasm was fueled as I
brought the dildo to my lips and tasted it. The flavor of my sister's
forbidden pussy was weak, but it filled me with an ardor I had not
previously known. I must have presented quite a sight as I worshipped
that dildo, but I didn't care. I kissed and licked every inch of the
plastic phallus until I was satisfied that every remnant of my sister
had been consumed. After my orgasm subsided I crawled into Mary's bed
with her panties still wrapped around my cock.
My fitful slumber was filled with wild dreams.
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