Altar Boys - Sex Stories

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... had lived with her little brother since they first fucked and he went on to marry another woman and have that woman assimilate the situation with his sister, how they got along so well they still lived together until adulthood and how she'll always be a very important part of his life. And how he'll never be apart of his sister. Tony had the two women for himself, and since he still had plenty of money left and a lot of character, they both followed his lead and accepted his will. In the middle of the forest, he built a small cabin underground, camouflaged with vegetation, almost impossible to spot unless by chance. Little brother's name Anthony, but we all called him Tony. He was only seven years old when he first saw his half wicked sister Mercy. A woman, claiming to be her mother, said Mercy belonged with her father. She was a stunning fourteen year old girl, didn't look anything like dad, perhaps the woman wanted to get rid of her daughter and couldn't find a better excuse. Why would she wait until her daughter was almost of age to get rid of her? Nonetheless, dad seemed unfathomable, rocking back and forth on his rocking chair, dumbfounded by the news but somehow detached, unmoved. It's obvious he recognized the woman whom he had an affair for years, but the flaming teenager branded in front of him did not quite fit the picture. Later on, dad reasoned he had been depleted by a long day at work and so decided to forfeit the most important battle of his life, the custody ...

... for his illegitimate daughter, as something far beyond him. If dad had been more dedicated, he would've been an alcoholic; instead, he just drank heavily. Spare the alcoholic stigma, he was just an asshole, sober or drunk. His name isn't even worth mentioning and the only reason he took Mercy in to live with his wife and son, it was because he wanted her for himself as soon as he saw her. He even went a few weeks without drinking, just to impress her. We all thought he was a born-again Christian. For a month or so too, he found employment and provided for us, like he rarely did before and never again. It all lasted until he found his way back to the easy way out of doing things, and simply sat to watch football and drink his six-pack of malt beer, working odd job randomly, enough to pay his share, specially since he sensed that Mercy, his alleged daughter, wasn't really all that impressed with his reverse midlife crisis (get it? since midlife crisis aren't about positive changes, doing the right things for the wrong reason still qualifies as a crisis, perhaps even worse since the individual will harm someone else with his actions. Men are propelled into action by the vilest incentives. The acquisition of power, one that will suffice their constant search for a one-way ticket out of mediocrity, as if we were all meant to be chosen. Men's drives are power, ambition, greed, and in this ego-based economy what you make is what you are. Of course, women will still be attracted to a ...