1. Girl With A Secret


    Date: 5/18/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy Consensual Sex First Time Incest Male/Teen Female Romance Teen Male/Teen Female Virginity Written by women Author: Castlequeen, Source: sexstories.com

    Copyright, 2012 Castlequeen My god, what a miserable experience. Senior Prom. A solid month of preparation, a two hundred dollar dress that will have me working for Mom all summer, a three hundred dollar pair of shoes that will see me enslaved to her postal/shipping/mailbox store until I'm fifty-six, and we can't forget the ninety dollar haircut. What did I get out of it? A rather mediocre dinner, some nice dancing, a great picture and my now ex-boyfriend attempting to get me to put out. I'm not a prude, far from it, but it just wasn't going to happen. I'm still a virgin. Eighteen and still got my cherry. Why? Did you want me to make something up? Or will the fact that "I haven't met the right guy" be acceptable for you? Oh no, don't get me wrong, I'm not a lesbian. Yes, I did tongue kiss my friend Jenna at a party, but that was to split the twenty bucks the guys put up for the dare. Really. I'm not gay. Seriously. Don't look at me like that! The right guy will come along, I'm just not sure when. He's got to be super nice, super gorgeous, and...he's got to melt my heart. I'm not holding my breath waiting. We'll see what happens when I get to college, meanwhile, I've got work to do. "Darcy! Grab me some more tape rolls!" This was yelled by my brother Stuart. He's my...boss when Mom's not around at the store. I grab some more packing tape and toss it to him. My throw is poor, as usual, but his athletic grace allows him to make a nice catch with a full extension of his six foot ...
    ... two body. I signal first down and he laughs. "If I could just get a better quarterback, I wouldn't have to make so many sideline plays and we'd win more often!" I take my rebuke with a giggle and get back to the books. He's finishing up the last packages for the last pickup, and I get to do the paperwork for Mom. She's not really that bad to work for, especially in the summer as we're usually out of here by seven at the latest. It's Friday, and it was pretty mellow. My plans involved an hour or two by the pool with a couple of cold sodas, a movie, and a decent night's sleep. All my friends were out with their boyfriends, and being among the recently dumped, I had no place with them. We finish up and instead of me having to bus it back home (I don't get a car until I start college), Stuart kindly offers me a ride. Usually he's out the door in a flash, so I catch a break. "Why the ride? You're usually gone the second we're out the door?" I ask. "Short version, Holly's pissed at me. She's at the movies with her friends and I'm home alone until she forgives me." He looked depressed. "What did you do?" He grimaces. "I uh, was helping Mia. With a shoulder massage." "Holly knows you're in school learning massage therapy, right? Why would she be mad?" "Um, 'cause she hates Mia, and because Mia had a thing for me before Holly and I got together. Hence, the doghouse." It's not nice to laugh, but I had to. "I'll call her myself and put in a good word for you, I'll just tell her you're a ...
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