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

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03

... Richard was reaching for another bottle.

"You and that lil' Daria-lookin-ass-bitch better get the hell off my property before I REALLY give you something to cry over."

He picked up another empty bottle and poised himself to fling it.

Alice stuck her head out the window. She adjusted her glasses and squinted at him in the harsh sunlight.

"I'm more of a Dora the Explorer than a Daria, if you simply MUST resort to belittling comparisons."

"Alice! Look out!" I cried.

She was rolling up the window even as I said it. The beer bottle shattered against it into a million shards, leaving a spider-like indent in the glass. I floored the gas peddle and sped out of there.

As I barreled down Main Street in the direction of home I felt my anger melt away and give in to remorse. I looked over at Alice. She was sitting in infuriated silence, grinding her teeth, shaking visibly. Her tight little fists were balled up at her knees and trembling with impotent rage.

"He was a very bad man!" she barked. Her glasses fell down on her nose and she pushed them back up. "Nothing but a trifling chauvinist and a coward. He didn't care for Mom at all! He was just a meandering SEX MAN."

"I'm sorry, Alice," I said, reaching over and gently rubbing her shoulder. "This was objectively a bad idea and I shouldn't have let it get this far--"

"Don't belittle my contributions, you piddling stooge! I was the brains of this operation."

"Sorry, I know. Ah jeez, Alice."

She crossed ...

... her arms together and stared at the road with a manic rage in her eyes. "He was just... ugh! A very very VERY bad man!"

The Morning Hornies

When we got home our mother was already gone for work. I tossed my keys onto my bedside table in a daze and sat down wearily. My sister filed into my bedroom after me. She was pulling her sweater up over her head.

"Do you need to use the shower?" she asked. "Because I sure do."

"Not right now."

She got stuck for a second as she was tugging it off, revealing her flat tummy and tiny pink belly button. Then she yanked the sweater free with a final grunt, knocking her glasses off. They tumbled to the carpet.

"Shit!" she squeaked.

"Alice, stay still. I'll get 'em for you."

"Devin?"

She squinted and scanned the room for them in vain. A tight pink bra hugged her chest, bunching her breasts together. The outlines of her nipples were giving me ideas. I picked up her glasses and placed them gently back on her freckled face. She blinked and smiled at me.

"You don't regret doing it, do you?" she asked.

"Well--"

"Cuz I sure don't. He was just a cheating mom-diddler."

She planted a small kiss on my nose and danced off down the hallway to the bathroom. I considered the wisdom of telling our mother about this and decided she didn't need to know. This had been a secret military operation. Highly sensitive.

I heard the water run. My sister was humming sweetly to herself in the shower. I swallowed and pictured the ...