1. Editing Reailty Book 1, Chapter 9: A Special Tool

    Date: 1/8/2018, Categories: Fiction Oral Sex / Blowjob Incest / Taboo Group Sex Straight Sex Mind Control Voyeur / Exhibitionism Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com

    Editing Reality Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created Part Nine: A Special Tool By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. James Davies I groggily rose from sleep, unable to ignore my bladder any longer. I thrust off my blanket and sat up, blinking, the world a blur without my glasses. I groaned, wanting to slip back into sleep. It was Saturday. I was up late drawing. I almost finished the next panel of my comic. I glanced at the wall, at the drawing of my two girls. Orihime and Ruri. Even without my glasses, I could tell them apart. Orihime was all curves, her stance flirty and open, wanting to love me with her sweetness. Her orange hair swept around her face, her blue eyes almost glowing. Ruri stood slender and aloof. Remote, hiding her feelings beneath a cool mask. Her light-purple hair fell in pigtails, her purple eyes hovering on the edge of disdain and longing, her true emotions peeking through. I grabbed my silver-rimmed glasses and pulled them on. The world sharpened into focus. I drew in a breath, my toes curling. The house sounded quiet. It was... after ten in the morning. I blinked, surprised my sisters, especially Sam, weren't up and making a racket. Maybe it was because Mom was visiting her friend in Vegas. I stood up and stretched. My bladder demanded I do something about it. My stomach rumbled. I grabbed a discarded t-shirt, pulling it on as I stumbled to the door, scratching at my balls through my plaid boxers. It felt good to piss and relieve myself. As I did, I became more and more awake. My stomach rumbled. I needed breakfast. I headed downstairs. The house was just so quiet. There was no one up at all. I frowned at that, shaking my head as I wondered where everyone was. It looked like no one had woken up. The lights were off. Weird. I poured myself a bowl of cereal. I yawned again, dumping milk over the marshmallow goodness. I clutched the bowl and headed back to my room, taking the stairs with care so as not to slosh my milk around. I was eager to get back to my comic. I was so close to the naughty bits. Ruri was going to finally show her affection. She was unable to hide her feelings behind her outbursts of emotion. I reached the second floor and... Becky was slipping out of our parents' bedroom in her nightgown. She froze at the sight of me. My older sister, her auburn hair falling loosely about her round face. The twenty-year-old girl swallowed as she stared at me. Her large breasts, as big as our mothers, rose and fell in her nightgown. I shivered. Her nipples were hard. My dick began hardening in my boxers. She was my sister. I shouldn't get turned on by the sight of her. My cheeks warming, I didn't know what to do as she stared at me. “Morning!” she squeaked, always shy, and darted for the bathroom. She vanished inside. I shook my head, not sure what was up with that. Adjusting my cock, I headed for my bedroom. I slipped inside and glanced at my drawing of Orihime. Big and busty, like ...