Story Writer - Sex Stories

Story Writer

... “You didn’t change names.” “A mistake.” “I'm supposed to meet Bert later.” “You going to fuck him?” “Won't have time, he has to get home to his family early.” “Then stand him up, this will be more fun.” I left Shannon to start a new story. Every once in a while she would get up to piss out a beer before she grabbed another. I wanted to lean over her shoulder but she didn't seem to want my critique. Once she asked me for a word, a synonym for erection, I told her 'Hard-on, boner, steel, stiff, rod, ram, and cock' were some I'd seen used. She pecked a few keys and replied “Cool, thanks.” Bert called after 8 to ask where she was but she spurned him with “You can stick it to your wife tonight, you have my permission.” My sister wrote, rewrote and edited for hours, it was near midnight when she abandoned the computer. There were the empty husks of seven beers near her, I had five cluttering the floor around my feet. She stretched her arms over her head “Fuck it all, my eyes hurt, I have to pee, look this over for me.” “You going to work on it more?” “Not tonight but I want you to proof it and be ready to tell me what to fix tomorrow. I have to go.” “You drank half a goddamn brewery, you shouldn’t be driving.” Shannon bumped against the desk and leaned heavily against it. “Yeah, pull out the sofa bed, I’m crashing here” she tottered away. Ten minutes later Shannon came from the bathroom carrying her clothes, wearing only bra and brief panties. I’d seen her in bikinis before so I ...

... had a good perspective on her lovely body but for some reason bra and panties are much more intimate than swimwear even though they cover about the same amount of skin. I got a shot of adrenaline to my nuts as she dropped her Levis and blouse on the floor and bent over to get onto the fold out bed. I watched her legs stretch tight and her ass widen when she bent to fluff the two pillows then she flopped to her back on the mattress. She looked up at me “What?” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed like that before, you’re pretty fucking hot in just bra and panties.” “Well little brother, according your fuck stories you’ve seen me in several stages of undress, including completely naked, come on, can’t you handle an eyeful of reality?” My cock was taking notice of Shannon's long, firm thighs, the V of cotton at the junction of her legs. My fingers began to itch to remove the well filled bra. She watched my eyes travel the length of her body, taking in the rich vista of her dips and curves then she smiled up at me “Like the view?” “I’m trying to find words to describe you in my next story. Somehow hot, awesome or sexy don’t work; maybe devastating or explosive.” Shannon smiled coyly, “What else would you write about me? You told me to write from experience but you laid me in four of your stories without actually doing it. How can you write like it was real when it wasn’t?” “It was real enough in my mind when I typed it; I got big fucking boners every time I wrote about doing ...