1. Prom Night


    Date: 9/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Incest, Teen, Romance, Author: Mystic47, Source: sexstories.com

    It was a disaster! I couldn’t believe something like this could happen! This was the Senior Prom, the last dance before graduation, the biggest and best of all the school proms and three days before my boyfriend had to fly to Memphis because his grandmother died. I felt bad for him but it was still a disaster, we wouldn’t be able to attend the prom. I was devastated. I lay on my bed and sobbed tears of sorrow as I looked at the ball gown hanging on my closet door. I don’t know if I cried for him, his grandmother or myself. Maybe all three. I’d been dating Steve for 8 months, almost the entire last year of school and we were both looking forward to the Prom. It was the night we were going to consummate our relationship. I’d fended off his advances for months but I promised him in a moment of heated petting on my 18th birthday that I’d come across for him after the prom. I mean, after all, isn’t that the custom? Actually, I was looking forward to sleeping with him. Betsy, my best friend and I were going to a hotel with our boyfriends after the dance. They already had the rooms reserved and were crooning to us how good the night was going to be. Of course my parents didn’t know. Dad had demanded an itinerary from Steve because we had asked him if I could stay out late. Steve, Betsy, her beau and I worked up a reasonable list of activities that covered us until 8 am. Nothing on the list said anything about a hotel room at midnight. Dad was satisfied and reserved the right to ...
    call me at any moment, I had to agree to keep him from hounding me. Later mom told me in a conspirator tone that she would make sure dad didn’t call and ruin my evening. After all, I was 18. But now that was all wrecked! Steve was a thousand miles away attending a funeral and my dress was hanging limply from the hanger. I cried myself to sleep. The next morning we gathered in the kitchen, mom was torn with anguish at my predicament. Dad was more nonchalant and wondered out loud if we could get a refund on the dress. I was aghast at the thought of returning the dress new and unsoiled. I started to cry again. Then my dad hit me with an alternative plan. “Why don’t you ask Chuck to take you to the prom?” I didn’t hear him right. “Who?” “Chuck, you know, Charles.” “Charles!? I can’t ask him to take me to the prom. How would that look to Steve and Betsy and everybody else? God dad, get a clue! I can’t date my cousin.” Chuck is my cousin on my mother’s side, his father is my uncle. He’s three years older than me and attends a local university. Even though we grew up together in a close extended family, none of my friends knew him. “It wouldn’t be a date sweetheart,” my dad said, “you’d have to think of it as a favor.” “Nobody knows him dad, how would I explain showing up at the dance with a strange guy on my arm when Steve is in mourning.” “Sorry girl, I was just offering an alternative to returning the dress.” Mom shrugged her shoulders at me, patted dad on the arm and flipped a ...
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