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I shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortably watching as my sister, Shelly read. She kept shaking her head and occasionally grunting in disgust. I resisted the urge to question her, to defend my statements as she made her way through the pages. Finally she finished the last page and slid the pile of papers back to me.
“Well,” I said, trying to read her expression.
She stared at me for a moment, her face unreadable. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table. It was unbearable and I finally broke.
“Come on, sis!” I said, placing my hands on the table and leaning toward her. “What do you think?”
“Well, uhm…” she started, her face finally showing some reaction. “The grammar is pretty good, and the punctuation should pass, but …”
“But what? This is half my grade, and if I don’t pass Mom will kill me!”
“She’d probably kill you if she read this paper.”
“Yeah, well that’s why I asked you to read it.”
“Gee, thanks. Just what I wanted to do, get a glimpse of your perverted mind. You could have warned me.”
“It’s not perverted, it’s erotic fiction!” I replied, only half believing it myself.
“Yeah try that argument on her and see how far it goes! Now explain to me again how this paper is supposed to go. I mean so far it just seems like fantasy writings of a pervert infatuated with his mom.”
I took a deep breath, trying not to get angry. I had worked hard on this paper, and I needed it to be great. Anything less and I’d probably fail the class. And I only had until Monday, just three days, until it was due.
“Okay! Professor Jones is on this erotic fiction kick. Apparently some of the first novels ever written were erotica. She posted a list of topics. Trust me, this was the tamest. I have to write a story and include all the problems that make it so taboo. Then I’m supposed to analyze them and show how the characters overcome the problems.”
I held out the paper with the list of topics on it. She grabbed it and looked it over, her face turning crimson as she read. She handed the paper back, then made as if to wipe her hands on her jeans.
“This professor is one sick individual. Remind me to never take any of his courses.” Shelly said, a hint of sympathy in her voice.
“It’s a she, and you’re right. She is sick. Mom said the same thing when I told her what I had to write about.” I replied.
“Wait a minute. You actually told mom you were writing a story about incest?” Shelly said, staring at me wide eyed.
“Well, uhm, I just said it was erotic fiction. She called such stories nothing but rubbish, and threatened to call the school. I didn’t dare tell her the details. She would have blown a gasket.”
“Well, you’ve got the description down, in every pornographic, if unbelievable detail” She said, turning her attention back to the paper,” but I don’t see you addressing the problems, much less analyzing how they overcome them.”
“It isn’t a term paper. The problems have to be integral to the story. That’s where I’m having the problem, showing how the difficulties present themselves, and what do you mean unbelievable?” I said, almost shouting.
“Well, let’s start with this.” She said turning to the third page.
“Susan tried not to stare at Jeff’s cock as he pissed, the heavy stream of urine splashing against the frozen ground causing steam to wisp up into the chill air. The mere sight of his cock sending shivers through her body.”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Come on! First of all, he’s taking a piss. Nothing exciting there, and he’s her son. Hell, she’s probably seen his dick a thousand times and there’s no way seeing it should have that sort of an effect.”
“Yeah, well maybe, but some women …” He knew she was right, but wasn’t about to give up.
“Some women, right, freaks or those that only exist in the juvenile minds of horny guys.”
“Maybe I should have him jacking off.”
“Oh, so much better.” The sarcasm in her voice was obvious. “Could you imagine mom walking in on you while you were doing that?”
I blushed. The simple fact was that I had.
“So, how do I fix it?” I said, hoping she hadn’t notice.
“It’s the whole concept, David. I mean, she’s not going to get turned on seeing him. I don’t know. Maybe, maybe turn it around. Let her be the one who’s peeing, and him catching a glimpse of her. You have to start showing the problems from the start. Make the forbidden nature of it an integral part of the story.”
“And how’s that supposed to work?”
“Well, it’s simple really. The sight of a pussy always turns a guy on, and the forbiddenness of her son watching her. It takes the blame off her, you see. No guilt, no crossing the border on her part.”
“But wouldn’t she just yell at him.”
“Probably, but it would set the seed. Let him watch for a minute before she notices.”
“I got it, and maybe he could he holding his cock.”
“Slow down fella, things like this take time.” she replied almost laughing.
I looked ataşehir escort at her quizzically as I rewrote the whole scene in my head. The words flowed and the images moved. God, it would be hot.
“This has to build slowly. No cock, maybe she notices his bulge through his trousers, but that’s it. Push things too quick and you either lose credibility for the story, or you chase the mother away.”
“Now here, the shower scene.” she continued, flipping to the next page.
“No way does she just walk into the shower with him.”
“Got it.” I replied, as the whole flow of the story reshaped. “How about she’s in the shower, and he’s spying on her. Maybe she notices, but isn’t sure. Just a feeling of being watched.”
“Now you got the idea. Slow things down. This is the ultimate seduction; remember you’re trying to get a woman to commit the most taboo of acts. She’ll be riddled with guilt and conflicting emotions. This won’t be easy for her.”
I sat down across the table from her, hoping she wouldn’t notice my growing erection. From the look on her face, I knew I was too late.
“God, David.” she said, her face turning red.
I tried my best to look confused but she saw through it.
“You’re not really thinking, I mean you don’t think …”
“Don’t be an idiot!” I replied perhaps a bit too intensely.
“You are! You sick bastard, you’re actually thinking about mom!”
“It’s not like that.” I replied, my face flush with embarrassment. “Okay, so maybe I imagine mom, but I’d never even consider trying it.”
“Good thing, ’cause she’d kill you.”
I grabbed the pile of pages and went to stand up.
“Wait!” Shelly said, reaching out and grabbing my wrist. “I said I’d help and I will. It’s just, well …”
“I know.” I replied, not daring to look up.
“Now, where were we?” She rifled through the pages as I sat staring at the table.
“Right, the shower scene. Now, you let things stew. Give it a day or two. Maybe some casual contact, he brushes against her, or a hug that’s just a bit lingering. Get her mind swirling, let the conflict build. This whole thing has to seem credible, like it might actually happen, right?”
“Got it.” I said, grabbing the page and scribbling some notes on the edge.
“By now, he should be hot as hell. I mean walking around with an almost constant hard on, and lots of lingering gazes. Oh, and he should be taking every opportunity to do things for her; anything that gives him an excuse to be around her.”
“Right, like maybe she comes home from a long day at work and he offers a massage.”
“Here we go again.” Shelly said, dropping the papers. “If he shows anything like aggression he’ll blow it. She’s the mother, she’s in control. Until she relinquishes control, he has to stay passive.”
“Okay, I think I got this.” I said, grabbing up the papers.
“Oh no you don’t.” Shelly replied, folding her hands across her chest. Something she always did when she wanted to look superior. It also managed to make her tits look bigger. Something I tried not to stare at.
“What now?” I said, the frustration getting the better of me.
“Look, the buildup should be fine now, as long as you take your time, but the actual sex scene. I mean, come on! Has Tina ever screamed like that when you guys are having sex?”
Her reference to my girlfriend took me off guard, and she must have quickly recognized the frustration in my expression.
“Wait a minute! You mean you guys haven’t? Are you serious?”
I just stared at the table. The embarrassment was overwhelming. “I just haven’t, well I uhm. It doesn’t matter. Anyway, we broke up last Friday.”
“Uhm, sorry. I didn’t know. What about your last girlfriend, what was her name, Cindy?”
I just shook my head, my face turning bright red.
“Fine, then whoever you’ve been with, have any of them ever screamed like that?”
I continued staring at the table. I wasn’t sure how this had ended up as a discussion of my own sexual experience, and I wasn’t happy about it.
“Look!” I said, finally raising my head to look at her.
“No way!” she cried out, her words making me flinch. “You haven’t, not with anyone?”
I couldn’t say it. I just nodded as I fought back my emotions.
“It’s all starting to make sense now.” she said, her voice taking on a much softer tone. “Look David. It’s no big deal. IT will happen soon enough.”
I just nodded, filled with embarrassment.
“Now,” she began, as she placed a hand over mine, “Anyone who thinks telling a woman “Suck that cock you bitch!” is going to do anything but put an end to the sex, they are wrong. In fact, if you’re going to write a sex scene, there should be almost no talking. Spend your time exploring the characters emotions, what they are feeling deep within themselves. He might want to tell her to suck his cock, but he better not say it, at least not that way. And the same goes for her.”
“Okay, so no talking.” kadıköy escort bayan I replied, the warmth of her hand on my arm starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
“Maybe a little bit.” she replied, her other hand moving over to grasp my hand. “But keep it short, a few gasps, maybe a Yes here or there, but give it lots of mental embellishment. Talk about what they’re feeling.”
“Are you alright?” she asked, her fingers reaching up to brush my cheek.
It was like electricity shooting through me, and I jumped at her touch. I looked up at her, trying not to let my emotions show in my face.
“Now, you think you got this?” she said softly, her fingers still lingering on my cheek.
I just nodded as she slid the pages in front of me and stood up.
“Okay, let’s hear it. Tell me how you are going to do the sex scene. It’s easier to say it, and then rewrite it. Saying it out loud lets you see the stumbling points.”
I stared at her as she leaned back, crossing her arms under her breasts. I tried to imagine what those perfect globes of womanhood must look like.
“David, you still with me?”
“Uhm, yeah. I just …”
“Okay, here goes. Uhm… Her whole body shivered as he touched her, the contact was electric. She wanted to stop him, to stop the madness. He was just a kid, her kid! The feeling wasn’t real for him, just a youthful fascination. For her it would be more, so much more. She stared into his eyes, afraid, afraid if she looked away, if she did anything to interrupt, he might flee.”
I paused to look at her, trying to gauge her reaction. I was pleased to see her smile. Encouraged, I continued.
“His fingers struggled with her bra, fumbling with the clasp. She wanted to help, to flip the bra open, to release herself to him. His frustration was clear on his face. She started to move her hand up, to assist him and suddenly he got it. The clasp sprung open, and the cups fell away. The look on his face was priceless, reminding her of the first time he rode his bike.”
“I love that.” Shelly said, “You are painting a vivid picture.”
Shelly’s encouragement gave me courage and the words began tumbling out, faster than I could have written them.
“She watched him as his head turned downward, taking in her nakedness. She was shaking all over, out of sheer excitement or nervousness she wasn’t sure. She wanted desperately for him to like what he saw, to not be disappointed. She tried to read the expression on his face as he eyed her naked breasts. His hand reached out, trembling, as if what lay before him might disappear at any moment, flee like a rabbit frightened by sudden movement. In truth she felt that way, her own body trembling. She fought back the panic rising inside her, the burning desire that threatened to consume her.”
“That’s enough!” Shelly said, her own face turning crimson. “I think you have the idea.”
“You sure?” I said, trying not to stare at her breasts, which seemed to have grown as I spoke.
“No, uh, you got it.” she said, standing up.
She let out a soft sigh, as she stepped back.
“I want to read it again when you’re done.” she said before turning and walking away.
I couldn’t help but stare at her backside as she walked out of the room. For the briefest of moments I considered changing the female character to a sister, but I realized that might be going too far.
I had been in my bedroom hard at work on the rewrite of my paper. I had stripped down to just my under shorts in an attempt to get comfortable, every paragraph causing my rigid cock to strain against the fabric. A knock on my door made me jump.
“David.” my sister cracked the door open and stuck her head in.
“Dammit, Shelly. Why don’t you knock!” I shouted scrambling to cover the tent in my shorts.
“I did knock.” she replied, a mischievous look on her face.
“I just wanted to tell you that I’m taking a shower, so don’t use the bathroom.”
“Whatever!” I shouted reaching over and grabbing my pillow, which I immediately flung at her.
She pulled the door closed quickly, and I heard her rush down the hall. Picking up the pillow, I sat back down on my bed and tried to resume working on my paper.
I was in the middle of the shower scene, and suddenly it hit me. There was no reason for Shelly to let me know she was taking a shower, because the bathroom door had a lock. All she had to do was lock the door.
“That’s ridiculous!” I said out loud, as my mind went in a completely different direction.
Before I had a chance to reconsider, I was slowly walking down the hallway toward the bathroom door. Even before I reached it, I could see that the door hung open just a couple inches. Not enough to peek in, but enough to listen. The sound of water streaming out of the shower reached my ears as I walked up to the door.
I moved close, afraid that even my own breath might give me away. I stood as still as I could, straining to hear. At first, escort maltepe only the sound of the water came to my ears, and I was about to turn and walk back to my room, when I heard it. Barely audible, but it was there, a soft moan. I froze, not even breathing as another, then another soft moan. I struggled with the temptation of opening the door. My hand was shaking, as I reached for the handle. As my fingers encircled the cold metal a voice rang in my head.
“Just take it slow.” Shelly had said.
I pulled my hand back, grimacing as the door moved slightly. There was just enough of an opening for me to see the mirror above the vanity. Reflected in the mirror I could see Shelly or at least her outline as she stood in the shower. I couldn’t see any details through the shower curtain, but what I could see sent my head reeling. She was washing, her hands moving across her breasts.
I don’t know how long I stood there but it couldn’t have been more than a minute. She reached out and shut off the water. Her hand grasped the curtain and started pulling it back. I dashed back to my bedroom, not caring how much noise I made.
The close call had my heart racing, which was good I guess. It had also caused my raging hard on to shrivel. I sat upright in my bed, holding my lap-top across my knees as I stared at the door, waiting for Shelly to come barging in and kill me. I heard the bathroom door close, and the sound of her walking down the hall. I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable.
There was a click, followed moments later by another click. My door remained closed. She had gone into her own bedroom. I sighed in relief, vowing to never try and spy on her again. I quickly started typing, trying to get through the rest of the rewrite, hoping I remembered everything Shelly had said.
As I typed away, I began hearing soft moans. I stopped typing, straining to make out the sounds, but they quit as soon as I stopped typing. With a shrug, I began typing again, blaming it on my imagination. Within a minute the moans resumed. This time I kept hitting a key with my finger, as I concentrated on the sounds coming through the wall. I was certain what they were, and as I continued striking the key, leaving a long row of “l’s” tracing across the screen, I closed my eyes, imagining I could see through the wall at what was going on just a few feet away.
Shelly was lying on her back, her legs slightly parted, as her fingers gently explored the fine hair covering her womanhood. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with moisture as her fingers continued to raise her excitement. Her breasts, the nipples hard, quivered ever so slightly as she shook in anticipation. Her breathing became forced, each breath a struggle as her fingers inched closer.
My free hand moved down to my shorts, and pulled my cock free. It sprang to attention, eager to be touched as my mind drew even more vivid pictures of my sister.
Her free hand cupped her left breast, lifting it toward her mouth. The nipple almost touching her lips she flicked her tongue out, jumping at the sudden contact. I stood there, beside her bed, watching as her fingers made contact. Her whole body tensed as she brushed across the lips.
“That’s it. Take it slow, David.” she whispered. Actually no sound came out, but I could read the words on her lips.
I just watched, as her fingers slowly entered, parting the glistening lips of her womanhood. It was slow, deliberate, as if she thought about each movement for hours. Again she mouthed my name, telling me to take her. I wanted to do it, more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. But I stayed motionless. This was her fantasy, her time, and I wasn’t going to spoil it.
She didn’t shove her fingers deep inside like I thought she would. Instead, she continued to gently caress herself; sometimes penetrating a bit, sometimes caressing the outer lips. There was no hesitation, no hint of anything but controlled determination. Again she mouthed my name, as the muscles in her legs and stomach tightened. I struggled with the burning within me, every fiber of my being screaming for me to answer her call, to give her what she so desperately needed, what I so desperately needed.
I felt my own desire rising, threatening to consume me as she slowly worked herself toward a pinnacle of pleasure. Her body arched up of the bed, as she once again called to me. My own body responded, my cock twitching and pulsing with need. Still I stood motionless, out of respect or out of fear, I’m not sure which.
The heat of her desire reached my nostrils. I could smell her need, the burning desire threatening to consume her. My own roaring furnace belched forth flames, threatening to consume me. I raised my hands to my face, covering my eyes as my passion crashed through, my cock pulsing and twitching.
I felt my cum splatter onto my stomach bringing my crashing back to reality.
I slowly opened my eyes. The scent of my sister still filling my nostrils as a lay stuck between the dream world and reality. My vision greeted me with my sister, standing in my doorway. Her shirt hung open revealing her bare breasts, standing out proudly, the nipples hard and begging for attention. Even from where I was I could see the dampness in her white lace panties.
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