The Making of Molly Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

The Making of Molly Pt. 02

... some anxiety, "Molly is typing." The tantalising notification then disappears. 'Why has she stopped typing?' Ally ponders, as thoughts of her turning the car around and going home flood his head.

Eventually, after some painstaking hesitance, Molly hits 'Send' on her reply. This text would probably alter the course of the rest of her life, one way or the other.

With sweaty palms, she starts the car and edges out onto the road. Nothing is returned from the text she has just sent until she's at the bottom of the road where she had lived all her single life. Stopping at a red light, she opens up the WhatsApp chat and below her question of, "Just one like mine, or mine?" She sees the reply, "Molly, I would eat you from now until Sunday."

Again, stunned to near paralysis, she hears the sound of a car horn, telling her that the lights have turned to green. She sets off up the road that she has travelled millions of times in her life, to the one place in the world that is more safe and familiar than everywhere else, where now awaits a great unknown.

Ally is sitting on his sofa, having long forgotten about the game he was playing on his PlayStation. His hands are sweaty, he's holding his phone, awaiting a reply. This was getting dangerous, one of these texts is bound to have her speeding back to her new home.

Ally is sitting on the central cushion of his sofa where he had been previously engrossed in GTA, while waiting on the arrival of his sister. He hears the front ...

... door open then close. She doesn't speak, 'Shit, she normally says 'Hey bro, it's me," whenever she arrives. He looks to his right to the door leading from the living room into the hallway and holds his breath as the handle turns.

She turns her body with the motion of closing the door, and seems to linger on the handle until she slowly turns around. Immediately making eye contact with her brother, she starts to walk towards him. She looks different to him, womanly, and there's another look in her eyes that he can't quite place.

She closes the small distance between them, and is momentarily standing in front of him, still on the very centre of the sofa. She wordlessly pushes him back by the shoulders and, while keeping her eyes fixed on his, she reaches for the hem of her dress, lifts it, and in the same movement straddles her brother's face with her pussy pressed tightly to his lips.

Surprised, but not missing a beat, Ally immediately starts to lap at her wet folds. She cries out, "Aaah," as his hands come up to her bum to press her vagina tighter to his mouth. He delves his tongue in as deep as it will go, tongue-fucking her in and out as his nose nudges against her extending clitoris.

He raises his hands to her waist to give him better control over her body, edging her just slightly backwards as he kisses up her labia, around her clitoris and nibbles as the crinkled flesh, biting it between his lips and letting go. Her clit is now so hard and erect that he nibbles ...