1. One Thousand Apologies - Part 2 (censored)


    Date: 10/26/2017, Categories: True Story, Erotica, Incest, Masturbation, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Joe Long, Rating: 88.5, Source: sexstories.com

    This is the censored version of Part 2, which was blown into the ether for violating the age policy. I knuckled under to admin in order to have an archive for any new readers who come across the more recent parts and want to know the whole story, how we got started on this. The ages are important to the story, but I'd rather leave them ambiguous than lie, so use your imagination. FYI, the unedited Part 2 had 29k reads and a 92.6% rating when it came down ======================================================================= The panic and terror that had swept into me a few hours earlier when I had so stupidly pressed my cock up against my sleeping cousin’s lips came back and jolted me awake. It was 6:27 a.m. I was filled with the dread that something terrible was just about to happen. In a couple minutes my brain started slowing down, allowing me to survey my surroundings. The house was quiet, just some light chirping of birds outside. If anyone knew, I would have already been dragged out of bed by cops or worse my dad. That was a good thing, but I still had to live with my conscience. I went down to the kitchen to see what I could make for breakfast. A couple dippy eggs, and a choice of either some grilled chipped ham or a slice of scrapple. I went with the scrapple, frying it up crispy in a puddle of melted butter, then cooked the eggs in the left over grease. A little salt and pepper, then drop the eggs on top of the scrapple. As I cut through them with my fork the runny ...
    yolks mixed with the crumbled chunks of meat. I studied all the details to keep my mind focused. It was a nice cool morning, barely over 60, so I decided to take a brisk walk around the neighborhood, giving a chance to loosen up my legs for the game I was pitching that night. Shit, I had almost forgot about that. I liked the solitude of walking to think things through. One half of my brain played the role of my dad, lecturing the other half on what I needed to do to shape up. That normally wasn’t a pleasant thing, but in that case I needed it. I had to be a gentleman and watch myself, I couldn’t be thinking with my dick. But wasn’t that the approach that paralyzed me around girls? I really hoped life would get easier at some point. I knew it had to have been after seven by the time I got back to the house. I was in my gym shorts and a t-shirt when I came in the back door to the house, stopping midway through it when I saw Hannah sitting at the kitchen table sipping on some orange juice. She had heard me coming up the steps, and seeing my hesitation said “C’mon on in, I won’t bite.” If she was comfortable, I needed to be as well. “Sorry, no one was up when I left, you just surprised me a little - can I make you some breakfast?” She put down the O.J. and gave me a big smile. “Whadda you got?” I crossed the room and opened the fridge to check out what else may be in there. “Eggs, scrapple, chipped ham…looks like we got some cheese, there’s an onion - I can make an omelet!” “An ...
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