Sisters Story

This is a simple set of stories that aims for realism and consensual “good endings.” Given the title, this is obviously incestuous, so hopefully you like that. So without further ado, let’s get started.

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Your name is James. You’re 13 years old, and like any boy your age, hormones hit you *hard*. Under your bed is a mess of crispy socks and tissues, and your phone and laptop are mostly porn machines right now. You’re insatiable, and the one thing that could really make you feel better is way out of reach

Suffice it to say: 8th grade blows. The girls are botches or prudes, and the only people that are *maybe* having sex are the girls who get high school boyfriends...which you obviously don’t qualify to be.

With all this frustration, you’ve begun eyeing your two sisters. Marisa is 15. She seems mature, and likes to lord it over you. She always sits at the adult table at family gatherings, she’s a straight A student, and everyone loves her. Compared to her; you can’t help but feel like a total fuckup. On top of all that? She’s beautiful. She picked up mom’s red hair, and lovely smile. She had a tight body with highly noticeable curves, and small b-cups she doesn’t wear a bra with half the time. You know, because you stare. Hell, even your dad does sometimes.

But you don’t feel guilty about ogling her. You feel guilty about ogling Mandy. Partly because she’s 9 and partly because she worships the ground you walk on. She’s always hugging you and sitting in your lap. She wraps her arms around your neck and you feel like the most loved guy in the world. Maybe you are. Which makes you feel pretty guilty when you imagine her licking your cock until you cum into your sock.

Today, you’re pretty fucking worked up. It’s going to be hard to hang out with either of them, but it’s Saturday morning and you’re bored. So who are you going to hang out with?

Marisa? Or Mandy?