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SISTERS
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By Parker
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WARNING: This story contains non-consensual intercourse,
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humiliation, d/s and just a hint of incest. If this offends
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you, READ NO FURTHER. Consider yourself warned.
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Copyright 1994 by Parker (me). Feel free to reproduce and post
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this story (unchanged of course), but be discrete.
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(1) Well... I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell
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anyone else, OK?
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Good.
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I'm not sure where to start.
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(2) When you look at me, what do you see? A young woman, maybe
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in her late teens or early twenties [maybe]; short blonde hair;
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cute face, nice body [*thank you*]... but that's not all. What
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you see a young woman about to begin her first year of college.
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You know the cliche: bright, young, world-at-her-feet... Well,
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that's all true enough, I suppose. But it wasn't always like
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that. Not at all.
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And that's the story...
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(3) I had what is sometimes called a "troubled youth". My
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parents were ultra-religious and very strict.
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(4) Well, maybe when I say *my* parents I should be saying "our"
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parents, 'cause I have an older sister. Of course, they've
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kind've disowned her now, but I'll get to that later.
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That's part of the story.
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Her name is Lara (mine's Julie, but of course you already
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know that, don't you). She's almost a year older than me, so I
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guess that makes her about nineteen now. I'm eighteen just going
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on nineteen. Lara looks a lot like me - not surprising I guess,
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us being sisters n'all - but she's a little larger in the body.
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Not fat or anything, just bigger tits and ass. Same honey blonde
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hair and blue eyes though. Oh, and she likes to wear her hair in
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tight curls; mine's straight.
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That's not important to the story, though. I really should
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try to keep focused. Sorry.
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(5) Anyway...
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I was always the type to get into trouble. You know, rebellious.
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Nothing too earth-shattering, but when your parents
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are as strict as mine, any trouble is too much. The biggest thing
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was sex. At seventeen - did I mention that the story took place
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just over a year ago? - I was already sexually active. Lost my
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virginity at fifteen and never looked back. 'Course, I never let
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my parents get wind of that. I got into enough trouble for minor
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things like skipping school, staying out late or even wearing
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makeup, but if they ever found out about the sex... well, I
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would've been out on my ass in no time. As I said, my parents
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bought the whole religion thing hook, line and sinker.
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Sex before marriage?
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Sin.
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Birth control?
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Sin.
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Abortion?
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Murder.
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(6) I was clever though, and they never knew.
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Lara, however...
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(7) Well, maybe I should tell you a little bit about Lara, so
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you can understand what happened. Where I was the rebellious
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child (the 'problem child', so to speak), she always conformed.
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You know the type: perfect grades; medals at sports; after-school
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job. Never questioning or disobeying our parents. I don't think
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that she had ever even had a boyfriend, much less kissed anyone.
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In other words, she was completely different from me.
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We were just about to enter our last year at highschool in
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the coming fall (I just made the age cutoff for enrolment, making
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me the youngest person in my grade all through school). Our
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parents had set aside a trust fund for university tuition and
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living, but there was only enough money for one person. It was
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made very clear to me who that person would be. Lara was their
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little darling, and there was no doubt that the money would go to
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her; as for me... well, I was a barely tolerated nuisance.
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Well, I was a bit wild, but the fact was, a large part of
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the reason why I was always getting into trouble was Lara. My
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parents aren't very bright - I did say they were religious,
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didn't I? - and I was usually clever enough get away with
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whatever I wanted. It was Lara who was always watching. She was
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the one who would catch me and turn me in; letting them know what
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I'd been up to. Always making certain that she was the favourite
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child. She was the biggest tattle-tale a sister could ever hate.
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And I did hate her.
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Still do.
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(8) That summer - like I said, this took place a little over a
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year ago - Lara and I ended up staying together at the family
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cabin up at Fish Lake. Usually we weren't allowed to stay there
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without adults, but dad had to be back in the city for a big
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meeting or something and mom said we could stay.
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Of course, Lara was put in charge.
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"Now you obey your sister young lady," mom ordered.
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I nodded, doing my best to look sincere.
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As if.
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A guy from highschool - Frank Harris - was staying at his
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family's cabin about half a mile away. We'd dated a couple times
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during the school year, but my parents had put an abrupt stop to
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it when they discovered that he was black. (Did I mention that my
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parents were bigots?) Once again, it had been Lara who had broken
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that choice bit of news.
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I was planning on a bit of a reunion.
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Of course, there was Lara.
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"You heard her," she said, oh-so-superior as we watched our
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parents drive away. "You step out of line and I'll be phoning
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home so quick your head will spin."
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Again, I nodded.
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That was Lara, alright.
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(9) Sure enough, when Frank came by the next day, she was
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immediately on the phone to mom and dad: "Julie's seeing that
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black guy again." When dad was through yelling at me over the
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line, I was grounded for a month, and it felt like my ear was
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going to fall off. All through it, Lara just smiled at me from
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across the room.
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Bitch...
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(10) Sorry.
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I haven't really thought about it for a while now, and it
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still makes me so mad.
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(11) Things changed not too long after that.
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After a few days, Lara started hanging around with a couple
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of girls from the neighbouring cottages. She was not really
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friends with them, but I guess she just got sick of spending time
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with a younger sister who wouldn't even speak with her.
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What did she expect after finking on my like that?
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Anyway, she went out with them, leaving me alone. After a
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couple of hours of sitting around the cabin, I took my camera (I
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guess I should mention that it was a polaroid) and went for a
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walk along the shore of the lake. As it turned out, the camera
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was a stroke of luck.
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For me, anyway.
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I'd gone about a mile down the shoreline when I heard some
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giggling coming from the bushes up ahead. I don't know why I did
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it, but at the time it made sense to cut back through the woods
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and approach the sounds from cover. Good thing I did.
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It was Lara and some other girls. One of them - not Lara -
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had lit a small cigarette and was just starting to inhale. In a
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flash I realized... marijuana!
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AND LARA WAS THERE!!!!
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I really couldn't believe it. From where I was crouching, I
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could see that Lara wasn't really happy about what was going on,
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but she didn't protest or walk away. Quickly, I pulled the camera
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up to my face and started snapping pictures. When the toke came
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around to Lara, she took it and brought it hesitantly to her
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lips. I took a couple of pictures just as she sucked it in; she
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had a funny look on her face, but not like she wasn't enjoying it
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or anything. Right afterwards, she started coughing and choking,
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but I didn't take any pictures of that. I just used up the rest
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of the film taking shots of the group as the toke was passed
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around. Lara refused it the next time it came to her, but she
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still didn't leave.
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I snuck away...
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(12) That night, I showed Lara the pictures.
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(13) Things went pretty much as you might have expected. At
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first, she tried to bluff her way out, but we both knew that I
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had her. The stuff I was constantly getting in trouble for was
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nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to what she had done. Or at
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least appeared to have done. We both knew that our parents would
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take a fit if they ever found out that their oh-so-precious angel
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of a daughter had been smoking an illegal drug.
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And so I got what I wanted. Total freedom to do what I
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wanted at the cabin. Stay up late; drink; and, of course, see
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Frank.
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And that was just what I did.
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(14) Frank was big for his age.
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(15) A couple of nights later, Frank and I ended up back at my
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parent's cabin after spending some time at a beach party. We were
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both pretty drunk and were getting drunker by the moment (Frank
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still had almost a full bottle of Southern Comfort with him).
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We'd been going at it pretty hard at the party - you know,
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necking and petting and that sort of stuff - and I think we both
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knew that tonight was the night. Frank was a bit uptight, but the
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drinks had loosened him up a bit.
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And me... well, I'd been ready back in school.
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(16) Lara glared up at us from her book as we stumbled, laughing
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and giggling, into the cabin. She'd been pretty quiet ever since
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I'd showed her the pictures, and hadn't once tried to tell me
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what to do.
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There were other ways of showing disapproval, though. I'm
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not sure, but I think that was why she didn't leave the front
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room when Frank and I came in and flopped down together on the
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couch. Even when we began necking, she just sat there, reading
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her book and pretending not to notice. After a while, Frank got a
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little nervous about her being there, but by then I'd resolved
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not to budge. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. As far as I
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was concerned, she was welcome to sit there for as long as she
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liked.
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Frank and I were going to have sex right there in front of
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her if we had to.
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(17) As I said though, Frank was a little nervous.
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"What about her?" he hissed as I unbuttoned my blouse.
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By this time, I was more than a little annoyed with Lara.
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She'd stayed far longer than I would have expected. "Don't worry
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about it," I answered loudly, making certain Lara would hear,
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"she just likes to watch."
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"Julie!"
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Her face turned red.
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At last, a reaction.
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"Lighten up," I told her, slurring my words a bit. "Have a
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drink." I tossed her the half-empty bottle of Southern Comfort.
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Lara caught it, but made a face as though she were holding
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something slimy or unpleasant. For some reason, that made me mad.
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"Have a drink," I repeated.
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"No, thank you," she answered, in her best 'stuckup bitch'
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voice.
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I'd had enough. I slid off the couch and walked over to her.
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"Take a drink," I ordered angrily, "or I'll be forced to show...
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well, you know what to mom and dad." A look of fear came over
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her, but she didn't answer back. Slowly, she undid the cap and
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took a swallow.
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That may have been her first taste of alcohol.
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"Another," I ordered. She obeyed, but there was something in
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the way she did that just drove me wild. I can't explain it now,
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but I felt this wave of anger overcome me. As she took the second
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drink, I reached down, grabbed her by her curly blonde hair and
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held the bottle firmly in her mouth. "Drink it," I growled.
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"Until I tell you to stop." She brought her hands up as though to
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pull the bottle away, but quickly thought better of it; she knew
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what would happen if I squealed on her about the marijuana. After
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a few seconds, I pulled the bottle away from her lips. She gasped
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and sputtered, but didn't say anything. When she finally regained
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control, I handed the bottle back to her; it was now only a
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quarter full. "I'm going to fuck Frank now," I told her. "Right
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there on the couch. You're going to sit there and finish the
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bottle. If it isn't finished by the time we are, mom and dad will
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be seeing those pictures first thing when they get back." Lara
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looked up at me with wide, frightened eyes
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"Julie," she whined, "I..."
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"Don't argue," I told her. "If I hear another word from you,
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the pictures go public."
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Lara shut up.
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Satisfied, I left her there with the bottle and went back to
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the couch where Frank waited...
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(18) The sex was great.
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I ended up sitting on Frank's lap with my back against his
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muscular chest, slowly sliding myself up and down... up and down
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on his long, black cock while his wonderful hands slowly massaged
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my breasts... and my face... and my breasts... and my neck... and
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my breasts...
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His cock felt so good sliding in and out of me...
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Looking back, I think of that as my first adult fuck. It was
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a long, slow ride, very different from the sweaty, anxious 'back
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seaters' I'd experienced up to that time. It took a while to get
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there, but when I eventually did, that orgasm was like nothing
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I'd ever felt before: a warm, tidal rush of pleasure that
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radiated out from my lower belly and spread throughout my body.
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It seemed to last forever.
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(19) But it didn't of course.
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When I finally came down, I found myself still on Frank's
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lap. His cock was still rigidly pumping in and out of my pussy.
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He was picking up speed, just about to come.
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Just about to come!
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"Frank," I cried, pushing myself up off his cock. "Don't do
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it inside. Not inside." I wasn't protected - my parents would
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have thrown a fit if I'd asked for birth control pills - and
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Frank wasn't wearing a condom. I wouldn't take the risk of
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becoming pregnant.
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"No," he mumbled thickly, pretty drunk "I wanna come
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inside." He grabbed my naked shoulders and pulled me back down on
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his lap. I tried to squirm away, telling him 'no', but he
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wouldn't listen; he was too close to coming to reason with.
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Now scared, I looked over at Lara for help. She'd finished
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the bottle like I had ordered, and was just sitting there,
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obviously drunk. Useless bitch. No help there.
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Unless...
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(20) I don't know why I did it; at the time, it seemed to be the
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only way to keep him from coming inside me.
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(21) "Frank." I finally managed to squirm free of his grasp. His
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cock, still rock hard, left a sticky trail of pussy juice and
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pre-cum along my leg as I slid off his lap. "You can do it
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inside, but not me. Do it with Lara!"
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"Lara?" He looked over at my older sister where she sat
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blankly on the chair.
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"Yes." I ran over and grabbed her by the hair. She squealed
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in pain as I pulled, dropping the empty bottle, but didn't
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otherwise resist. I don't think she realized what was happening.
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The booze must have hit her hard. "Help me," I ordered, pulling
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Lara over to the couch by her hair. Frank at last seemed to
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understand what I was going on about. He still looked a little
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puzzled, but he helped me wrestle Lara to the couch and then held
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her down while I undid and then pulled off her skirt.
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"J-Julie!" At last she seemed to be waking up a bit. She
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began to struggle and squirm as I pulled her panties down her
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long legs and then moved over to lie on her chest.
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"Do it," I cried. By now, I was more than a little excited
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at the prospect of seeing my bitch of an older sister get fucked.
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Frank hesitated for a second, but the alcohol and lust overcame
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his inhibitions. He fell to his knees on the couch between her
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flailing legs. Lara tried to wriggle free, but I used my weight
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to hold her down while Frank forced her legs further apart.
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Grunting with the effort, he bent forward and shoved his hard,
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glistening cock straight into her exposed pussy with one thrust.
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Lara went nuts!
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She bucked and heaved wildly, screeching with pain, but
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between us, Frank and I were able to hold her down. Frank didn't
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fuck her for a couple of minutes; he just held on while she
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struggled uselessly, riding her like he would ride a bucking
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horse. At last, her strength began to fade and she settled down a
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bit. Frank immediately began moving his hips, sawing his cock in
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and out of her pussy.
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She began screeching again.
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(22) Lara was - had been - a virgin.
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(23) I stared down at my sister's agonized face as Frank fucked
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her. From where I lay on top of her chest, I could see her eyes
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widen as she fully realized what was happening to her. She had
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started crying during the struggle, and the tears now flowed
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freely down her face.
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I can't tell you how much this turned me on.
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I couldn't help myself. I reached down and licked her cheek,
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lapping up a salt tear. Lara opened her mouth to say something -
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to protest - but no words came out. For once, my stuck up bitch
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of an older sister had nothing to say. She just gasped and
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moaned, squirming beneath us, as Frank fucked his big cock in and
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out of her inexperienced pussy.
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(24) I'm not gay.
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Not that I have anything against being gay.
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But I like men.
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Still, there was something about Lara's face... the pain and
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humiliation that was irresistible.
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(25) Once again, I couldn't help myself; I moved my face over and
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put my lips against hers, opening my mouth to kiss her. She
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groaned and tried to turn away, but I just followed her face from
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side to side. Eventually, I trapped her face against the back of
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the couch. I held my lips firmly against her mouth until she
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opened it with a quiet moan of defeat; my tongue immediately
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snuck out and ventured between her lips and into her mouth. She
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seemed to relax a bit, and allowed me to kiss her.
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In fact, I was running my tongue along the back of her front
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teeth when Frank came. I felt him stiffen and grunt behind me.
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Lara bucked and tried to close her mouth, mumbling something that
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sounded like 'no', but I just kept kissing her. Frank pumped
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wildly for a few moments, and then held still, shooting a load of
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cum into her. The feel of her cries and moans on my lips was
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wonderful.
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Wonderful...
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(26) Lara rolled off the couch, threw up all over the floor and
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then stumbled, still crying, into the bedroom. I looked over at
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Frank, who sat, panting, on the couch.
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"How's that," I asked, "for birth control?"
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(27) Half an hour later, Frank was hard again.
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And still big for his age.
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I was still sore from the first fucking, but in my drunken
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state, I knew what to do. After rubbing his cock into full
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erection, I led him into the bedroom where Lara, half-conscious,
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lay sprawled on the bed. She began to cry when we climbed onto
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the bed, but didn't put up a real struggle. She was too far
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gone - maybe too drunk - to fight. This time, I just had Frank
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fuck her from the beginning, while I played with her breasts and
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forced her to neck with me. Every time she balked, I just
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squeezed a nipple until she gave in. By the time Frank came -
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inside her again - we sisters were going at it hot and heavy.
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I admit that it may seem a bit strange, us being sisters
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n'all, but what can I say? She had a great tongue.
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(28) During the course of the next three days before our parents
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arrived at the cabin, Lara and I fucked Frank five more times. I
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saw Lara always got the cum. The thought of using my older sister
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as a form of birth control - some kind of living condom - was...
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well, I can't describe it.
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Funny. I would have expected her to put up more of a fight.
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I guess the first couple of fuckings broke her a bit. And, every
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time she balked at anything, I just threatened to use the
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pictures.
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The last time was my favourite. After Frank and I fucked for
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a while, we stretched her out on her hands and knees across a
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small footstool. Frank fucked her from behind while I jammed my
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pussy into her face. She didn't like that much, but I just
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threatened to have Frank fuck her in the ass. She began licking
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almost immediately.
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And so Frank and I necked and fondled each other while Lara
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- our little "birth control device", as I had begun calling her -
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took Frank's cock from behind and licked my pussy from the front.
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Frank and I came at the same time.
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It must have been love.
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(29) I put Lara to work cleaning the cabin, and by the time our
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parents arrived, things were back to normal. I thought - was
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afraid - that Lara might blurt everything out to them, but she
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didn't. In fact, she was silent the whole trip back to the city.
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Maybe she thought it was over.
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(30) Back to school.
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Lara quickly settled into her former habits at school and at
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home, usually ignoring me except to get me in trouble whenever
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she could. I dunno; my only guess is that she somehow pushed the
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question of the rapes and the pictures out of her mind. Maybe the
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events up at the cabin had been so traumatic that she just wasn't
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able to deal with them.
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As for me, I bided my time. To tell the truth, I was a
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little scared about what had happened, and I considered myself
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lucky to have gotten away with it. And, of course, the pictures
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were always there if I needed them.
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(31) It wasn't until one morning a couple of months into the
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school year that it happened. As usual, I had been forced to
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spend several minutes banging on the bathroom door before Lara
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would finish up inside. This particular morning - in mid-October
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as I recall - it took her even longer to get out, and when she
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did, she looked kind of sick. I didn't think much of it until it
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happened for the third day in a row. On the fourth day, I didn't
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bang on the door; I just stood their silently with my ear up
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against the door.
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Listening.
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Sure enough, the sound of retching and vomiting could
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clearly be heard from the bathroom. I remember that my first
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thought was that Lara might not be finishing school that year
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after all.
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(32) The shit hit the fan alright.
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The first thing my parents did when they found out Lara was
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pregnant was pull her from school. The pretext was some sort of
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family emergency (which eventually developed into an unnamed
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illness), but I saw to it that word got out as to the real
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reason. Within days, everyone at school knew the real reason Lara
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was no longer there. Actually, at one point there was even some
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talk of pulling me from school as well, but mom backed me up when
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I pointed out that it was not fair that I should suffer just
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because Lara was a slut (I really used that word). For once my
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parents backed me up over Lara. It was the beginning of a deep
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change in our respective relationships.
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As for Lara, well...
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She was more or less banished to the small room off the
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garage. She was grounded of course; mom and dad wouldn't hear of
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her leaving the house in her 'condition'. The only thing they
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didn't do was kick her out of the house.
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(33) After that, I didn't really have much to do with Lara for a
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while. Not until that night my parents were out at a party, and
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Robbie came over. Robbie Travers. Alone in the house, we did what
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we wanted: dancing to loud music; drinking... Well, one thing led
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to another and we ended up in my bedroom. Things got a little
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heavy, and we were soon half naked and ready to fuck.
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Then I had an idea.
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I explained it to Robbie. He thought it was kind of weird,
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but didn't object. He wasn't like Frank; Frank was basically a
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pretty nice guy. Robbie, on the other hand, came from the wrong
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side of the tracks if you know what I mean.
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That was one of the things I liked about him.
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(34) I led him outside to the garage and to Lara's room. There
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was no lock on the door, so I just turned the handle and pushed
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it open. As we entered, Lara looked up from where she was lying
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on the bed. For some reason, she had her hair done up in a little
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ponytail and had one of her old dolls lying on the bed beside
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her. Weird. It made her look years younger.
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The baby didn't show yet.
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I explained what was going to happen.
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Lara began crying as I spoke, shaking her head. She even got
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up off the bed and tried to leave the room, but Robbie just
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laughed and blocked the door. I reached up from behind and
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grabbed her hair. She winced in pain as I pulled back, but didn't
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struggle. "Quit snivelling you little bitch," I told her, pushing
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her back down on bed. "You do what I say or I'll show them the
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pictures." She continued to sob, but didn't try to get away.
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[Strange, now that I think of it; how much more trouble could she
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possibly have been in?] "Besides," I added, enjoying the
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opportunity to be cruel to her, "it doesn't matter any more
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anyway. Everyone knows you're a slut."
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She knew what I meant. I'd told everyone at school about her
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pregnancy. Still crying, she fell back on the bed and grabbed the
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doll.
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I said it was weird, didn't I?
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(35) Anyway, Robbie and I started fucking on the bed beside her.
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As usual, I came first. Then, when Robbie thought he was just
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about to come, he pulled out. I watched him climb on top of Lara
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and helped guide his cock into her pussy. She just lay there,
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crying, as he thrust wildly for about thirty seconds and then
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came inside of her.
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She was still lying on the bed when we left, legs spread and
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a small pool of cum congealing just under her crotch.
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(36) Robbie came over a couple more times and eventually word got
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out. It was inevitable, I suppose. Before long, other guys came
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over - guys I didn't really know - and wanted to fuck Lara. At
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first I said no, but when one of them offered my money, I quickly
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changed my mind.
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For fifty buck, anyone could fuck my slut sister.
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After a while, it became an almost nightly occurrence. I had
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to be careful that my parents didn't catch on, but the small room
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was not directly attached to the house, and it wasn't difficult
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for boys to sneak in.
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Lara fought back the first couple of times, but quickly
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realized that there was nothing she could do. In fact, she would
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probably have gotten in even more trouble if our parents found
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out about the guys. As far as mom and dad were concerned, Lara
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was a 'loose woman', and there was no way they'd believe that she
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was less than willing.
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Over the next few months, Lara must have been fucked by half
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the guys at school. At least once each.
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(37) By January, the baby was starting to show.
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I thought that would be it for the tricks - for some reason,
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I thought that fucking an obviously pregnant girl would be a
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turn-off - but that didn't prove to be the case. One day, a man
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met me on the way home from school. I was a bit nervous at
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|
first - strange men and all - but when he explained what he
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|
wanted, I was more than interested. Basically, he - his name was
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Rod, by the way - had heard that I was pimping for a pregnant
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girl. He wanted to use her, both for sex and for pictures. Well,
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it sounded a bit weird, but the money was great! Much better than
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selling her off night by night to highschool kids.
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And so, that's what Lara did for the next few months. The
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business from the younger guys trailed off, and I didn't even use
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her for birth control any more (by this time, I'd bought my own
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pills).
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Three times a week, Rod would come over with his camera and
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other stuff. I sat in on a couple of sessions. If you think I'm
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weird, you should've seen him. I remember that Rod seemed to like
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fucking Lara from behind with her on all fours. As she grew
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larger, he started having her 'moo' like a cow. Strange, but a
|
|
real turn on. The sight of my bitchy sister, fat and bloated with
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pregnancy, being forced to utter long, miserable 'mooo's while
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being fucked from behind was... well, let's just say the image
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|
was never far from my mind.
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I guess it was never far from Rod's either. He videotaped
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almost every session.
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(38) Still, all good things come to an end.
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The baby was born in mid-June. Rod said that was a little
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late, but he didn't seem to mind the opportunity to enjoy his fat
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little girl-cow for a couple of extra weeks.
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And I didn't mind the money.
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(39) The baby, of course, was black. Not completely black, as it
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|
was as much Lara's baby as Frank's, but it was most definitely a
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|
negro. A little negro boy.
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|
Well, that was enough for my parents. More than enough. For
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|
one of their daughters to have sex and get pregnant out of
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|
wedlock was an almost unimaginable shame (oh, however would they
|
|
hold up their heads in church on sundays?), but a black baby!?!
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Impossible.
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|
Lara was no child of theirs.
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|
To make a long story short (well, too late already; I hope
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I'm not boring you), Lara and the baby were kicked out of the
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|
house, sent to live in a welfare house for unwed mothers.
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Disowned.
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I became their only daughter.
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(40) Did I mention the trust fund?
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|
Well, it turned out that it was worth a little more than my
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|
parents had originally thought. And it all went to me. I was the
|
|
one going to college now.
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(41) The first thing I did with the money was move out. I was
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|
going to be attending Bakersville College North in the fall, so I
|
|
rented the main floor and basement of a house on the outskirts of
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|
Bakersville; a wonderful six hours by car from home.
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And my parents.
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Of course, I took Lara with me. She had been living on
|
|
welfare for the last few months, and the welfare office was more
|
|
than happy to have me take her off their hands. So happy, they
|
|
didn't even seem to care when she protested that she didn't want
|
|
to go. They said she'd lost the right to object. In a small town,
|
|
word gets out, and I guess they had better things to do than
|
|
spend money on a slut who's stupid enough not to use birth
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|
control.
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Especially with a black baby.
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(42) So, that's the story.
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You know the rest. I let Lara and the baby live downstairs
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|
in the my small basement. It gets a bit cold sometimes, but she
|
|
has blankets. And she has more than paid for her upkeep in the
|
|
last couple of months; college kids have more money than
|
|
highschool kids, and seem to be even hornier, if that's possible.
|
|
And Lara is cheap as hookers go.
|
|
She looks a little different now. I've had her grow her hair
|
|
and tie it up in ponytails all the time. It makes her look a lot
|
|
younger, and the clients seem to like it. Especially when they
|
|
first see her lying on the bed with her little doll...
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(43) Of course, I still use her as birth control. The thought of
|
|
her taking a load of sperm in her pussy in order to protect me
|
|
from pregnancy is delicious.
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In fact - well, I shouldn't really be telling you this
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|
but... - she's pregnant again! I've been meaning to give Rod a
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call. I'm sure he'll be interested.
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(44) I hope it's a niece this time.
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THE END
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