1. Fucking My Sister's Best Friend


    Date: 8/24/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Masturbation, Romance, Teen, Author: Robsam1991, Source: sexstories.com

    Molly was the devil. Period. She's a vicious little Satan that existed in this world only to torment me. I felt like if there's a God up there, Molly was the personification of God's-Fucking-Me-Over-in-The-Asshole-with-a-Studded-Dildo. Not only was she my little sister's best friend, which means she was constantly here in our house, she's also unfairly gorgeous. I mean, how often do you see a red head with round blue eyes that shine brighter than any stars throughout the cosmos and a body that attracts men like UV light attracts flies. And that analogy was quite fitting for describing her because every time some guy got close to her, he was singed into a crisp with the constant barrage of negative criticisms. And as ill-fortune seemed to hang around me, I was one of those guys. The only difference was that I was trapped, kind of like how a fly gets trapped in the wire net by their own melted limbs and eventually gets fried until it literally turned into ash. The only way to I could avoid turning into a pile of carbonaceous dust was to ignore her, pretending that she's invisible in my eyes. Ironically, I was constantly being reminded of her exquisite beauty all the time. If I could forget her, I would. But I couldn't. At almost every weekend, she came to my house and had dinner with my family. My attempts to forget her, as well as the harsh comments she had said to me over the time, was constantly shattered by the periodic visitation. Though I was not proud of it, I did ...
    masturbate to her, like all the time. Her round symmetrical face opposite of the dining table, with her mouth opening and closing as she chewed, was better than any porn that I'd ever seen in my life. Of course, my parents loved her and treated her like their daughter. My sister, who obviously knew about my distaste(and admiration, which I don't like to admit) for her, once coyly suggested that we two should get marry some years later to truly make her a part of our family. In front of my parents, Molly only smiled demurely at the insipid suggestion. In the confines of their little haven, aka, my sister's room, the rather thin walls between my sister's room and mine spared me no mercy at the disgust and hatred she had for me that very night. "Seriously, Jess. I would rather sleep with a dirty old beggar than with your brother." my cock twitched in shame at the comment. "I mean, look at him. He's such a nerd I have to stop myself from cringing every time I see him." "He's not that bad." my sister said and I found my hopes being lifted. "Look at his clothes. It's like he's wearing something from the seventies. It's lame." Molly exasperated. I tugged on my t-shirt and looked at the close-up picture of Bryan Adams face. What could be wrong with it? "He likes oldies." my sister remarked and I couldn't have agreed with her more. I preferred old music over the new ones because old music sounded real. Like the singers actually put effort into making the song. Contemporary songs, on the ...
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