Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03

Author's Note: All characters portrayed are consenting adults over the age of 18.

This story is a slow burn for sure, but don't worry. We're on the train to Horny Town in all the best ways. Love ya. Don't forget to eat your vegetables.

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A Basket Full Of Eggs

"Wake up!"

I felt a sharp pang in my back. I jolted awake and found myself lying face down on my bed, peacefully drooling into my pillow. My sister sat straddling my back and emphatically poked me with her finger.

"Can you drive me to the store, please?"

I groaned. "Alice, it's like 8 in the morning, dude."

She poked harder. "I want hot fries!"

"I really wish you had your own car sometimes."

I rolled over on my back, pushing her off me. My sister hopped off the bed and scrambled across my room to the open doorway. Once there she turned and blinked at me from behind her thick, horn-rimmed glasses. I had to admit she looked quite adorable this morning in her baggy sweater and tight-fitted leggings. It made me want to do things to her--er--I mean FOR her.

"Didn't I just get you a whole two bags of hot fries last night?" I asked.

"Ate 'em."

"Ah, hell."

I rolled out of bed and reached around for my shoes. Alice waited by the doorway, twiddling her fingers unconsciously. Her dark brown hair hung around her mousy face in unkempt strands.

"Alright, Bedhead," I said to her. "Let's make this REAL quick. If Mom catches me buying you junk food before ...

... breakfast the jig is up."

"Thanks, Devin. You're the bestest."

I drove my sister to the gas station and bought her a bag of her favorite fries while she sat patiently in the car. Some fifteen minutes later we headed back home in my beat-up old Toyota. I glanced over at Alice in the passenger seat and shook my head in disgust. She clutched the bag of fries to her chest and assaulted her face with them, shoving fistful after fistful into her crumb-riddled mouth. Her cheeks were fat like a chipmunk's.

"You," I said, "are a glutton. Watching you eat gives me nightmares."

She swallowed and belched. "You're rude and judgmental."

I glanced down at her chest for a quick peek but I couldn't see much beneath the fabric.

"You think there's gonna be more racket tonight?" I asked.

"Doubt it," she said, reaching into the half-empty bag. "Mom broke up with her boyfriend last night."

"What? Seriously?"

"Yup." Another fistful went down the gullet. "I heard them arguing and then he left angry. I dunno what it was about though. I just heard Mom yell at him to go away."

"Huh."

Our Mom's boyfriend, Rich Delaney, was a 40-something man with a white trash personality and a beer gut. Honestly, I didn't mind that they were splitting up. While the activities of the other night had admittedly been exciting, there was no denying he was a bit of a creep and I didn't exactly love the idea of him hanging around my sister.

"Have you seen Mom yet this morning?" Alice asked ...