>>18855
Why don't you post the pastebin anyways? Or is that considered rude to the OP?

Glad you're back.

We should be glad op is so dedicated. Most people just abandon stories for no reason, but this motherfucker kept writing despite all the shit he's going through.

>>18866

Wouldn't hurt my feelings, though perhaps it would be less confusing to readers if it had its own thread? We've already got one post by an imposter in here, no need to confuse them with someone else's contribution.

>>18877

To be honest, I only write when I'm in the mood for it. It's escapism for me. So I'd probably write stuff regardless of what goes on in my life because it distracts me from all that.

Absolutely loving it OP, i think every one can agree here that the lack of sex or any connotations of sex (besides the panty shots) is perfectly fine. I for one am enjoying reading a story where the characters actually seem to have mass and the relationships seem to grow more organically. Keep it coming OP. And thank you for not giving up.

>>18883

I figure the payoff is better if there's a good bit leading up to it.

Plus, if you just want something you can quickly fap to, why read a story when you can look at pics/video?

Although I am wondering if I should skip ahead some so the story doesn't drag...

>>18891
No, please don't. I like it this way

Don't skip ahead. That kills all emotion and character development. With this latest chapter it going at a good pace. It just seems slower because the infrequent updates.

Ok, guess I won't skip ahead for now.

just as long as you keep em coming man.

>left at a cliffhanger
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

We're looking forward to this one, OP!

>>17319
The anticipation is...palpable

bumpds

Bump for moar epicosity!

New chapter coming soon guys, just gotta wait to be able to go home. Flooding on the roads.

>>19015

Im now salivating in anticipation. Better be a decently long one though cause it's been a long goddamn time OP.

>>19015
OP has such bad luck. God is clearly jealous of his skill and is engaging in sabotage. We support you, OP.

New chapter this weekend.

This weekend will now take about 5 years.

>>19050
Clarify

What I meant is that it would take 5 years before it was the weekend...

Humm... weekends come and go. OP remains the same.

C'mon OP. Don't set deadlines if you probably aren't going to make them.

Sorry, my dad had a heart attack and I had to take him to the ER. He's ok, but I'm not in the mood to write.

What the hell is with the conga line of bad shit happening to me?

Jesus man. You have awful luck.

>>19098
That sucks, man.

>>17319
Fuck man, I'm sorry.

God man. That shit sucks. Hope your dad gets better soon.

I'm beginning to lose faith in OP. It's a great story, but I'm not too sure of what I think of the "Conga line of shit" that OP has listed

>>19138


You are an ass and should apologize immediately. The author does not owe you or anyone anything. Anything that is produced is a gift to which no one is entitled but for which we are all grateful.

While it is entirely possible that he may be fabricating excuse. (this is the internet after all) It is never acceptable to criticize someone for reacting to a significant family emergency. It is best just to accept his word and hope for the best. Anything else is horribly rude.

He will get around to continuing this story when he gets around to it, and not a moment before.

We can and will wait.

>>17319
I have to agree, that's a fucked thing to say about someone who could genuinely be having all of these problems. If you don't want to wait, fine, don't. But don't go and give someone shit about serious personal problems when they are writing something like this, that's fucked up.

Can we please stop bumping obviously dead stories? Whether or not the OP is telling the truth, we're never going to hear the end of this tale.

Just fucking stop posting to this thread and let it die with some dignity.

>>19160

Yea. Like were going to give this thread up. If the OP were going to stop writing why would he be giving us reasons for not posting? If you want to stop looking at this thread than go ahead. I'm staying 'till all this shit in the OP's life is over and the story ended.

Or, maybe he thinks it's funny to screw with piece of shit pedophiles and is just seeing how long he can string all of you waste of human beings along.

>>17319
Why bother arguing. You sir, can go fuck yourself.

Awww, did I upset the kiddy didlers? Fucking myself is still better than fucking kids.

(USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)

Ignore the faggot OP, please continue PLEASE!

>>17319
I hope everything works out for you man. We're rootin for ya!

Oh no... I got banned for trolling the pedos. Guess I'll have use one of my other 7 devices capable of going on the Internet. I like how you think faggot is an insult. Homophobe much? You guys are too much. Funny that you get super defensive and I get banned because I'm somehow the bad guy, even though you guys are the ones fantasizing about kids. It's gonna be funny when I see all of you on to catch a predator. You guys are pathetic, think about what you're doing. I read a news article the other day about a guy somewhere who raped an infant to death. Almost made me throw up. That guy is one your peers. Great company to be keeping. If hell exsisted, there'd be a special section of it for you. I don't care how many times you ban me. If I get even one person to realize what he's doing and stop being a piece of shit, it'll have been worth it.

(USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)

>>19237

I live with a gay couple, i do not use faggot as an insult against homosexuals, i use it as an insult against faggots like yourself. If you don't like this thread, then fucking leave, no one is forcing you to stay, nor is anyone asking you to.

Admittedly yes, i read this and fantasize about being the main character. But working in a retail store i see plenty of young kids, and even forcing myself to have a fantasy about them does not appeal to me. Fantasies are just that, fantasies. Whether it involves this or Dungeons and Dragons or whatever other shit you wanna think up, there will always be crazy asswads that take it too far. The news story you are referring to (which despite nearly an hour of googling, i could not find, which makes me call bullshit.) is one of those crazy assholes, just like the newtown shooter. Using one of these psychopaths as an example to criticize an entire group of people is some of the stupidest shit i've seen on 7chan in a long time. Go cry in a puddle of your own despair somewhere else faggot.

the person above me who callwd the guy trying to be all tough a faggot is correct. there is also significant studies that prove people who really do think about having sex with kids actually are less likely to do so if they read/watch something that plays to their fantasies. the people like the tough guy are the same types of people who made it so women who had sex before marriage were stoned or hung.

Bumping this shit to the front page where it belongs.

bum,p

Is OP even here anymore? Jesus Christ.

goddamn OP at least give us a sign you're still alive and writing!

>>19275
odds are OP is at least alive. maybe the asshole above demotivated him?

Op here, there was an earthquake in my locale and everyone I knew is dead. I sit atop the sundered earth looking down at the flaming ruins of everything I used to love. Frankly; I just haven't been in the mood to write.

But I think now I am ready.
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Time had passed. It was November now, and it was raining, the kind of rain that you know is going to add up to something. Sara's birthday was close.

We had continued as technically platonic friends, whatever the tensions were. As time went on her curiosity towards me dried up, I was pretty sure she was poking and running away from her teacher's penis on the side. I had taken to furiously masturbating to this idea every morning, leaving me with no further energy to groom the small and probably infertile child, but I had a plan, it was coming together, and it was going to change everything.

Bill's fine, by the way. Fucked out of his mind on ritalin whenever I see him, but sometimes he smiles now.

Anyway, I joined a gym shortly after I left you last, approximately three months ago, and SS/GOMAD had ensured that my true and most aesthetic form now dominated any space I was in. I had purchased a shirt one size too small, and the time was approaching.

It was midnight. Sara, in her room, sound asleep, her entire tiny body appearing to rise and fall with the rhythm of her breath, had just turned twelve. I stood watching. The air was still, the time was apt.

I returned to my quarters, it would only be a brief stay. I had just entered the seventh day of nofap and could feel the 141% spike in testosterone coursing my unholy veins. My cock hung heavy, dripping a trail wherever I went, it had been like this for hours.

I donned my small shirt, robe and wizard hat, and proceeded through the apartment towards the girl.

When I walked in I could smell her. She had moved since last I was here, her head was hung behind a pillow, her bare chest pointing upwards and her arms feebly maneuvering the covers down as if she was desperate to escape her own heat, or simply to embrace the cold. I had never been so hard, and then I saw it; a single pube the crowning glory of her Mons Veneris. This was the will of god.

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I actually just lost my job. What a fucking conga line. Back later.

Is it just me, or is the writing style from this update inconsistent with previous ones? I don't know if this was really OP....

i agree, i don't think it's OP either, besides the quality of the writtings has declined in this last post

>>19289


Kindly Get The Fuck Out and stop trying to impersonate someone with talent, you can't even do that well.

Shitty imposter, but...

>Op here, there was an earthquake in my locale and everyone I knew is dead. I sit atop the sundered earth looking down at the flaming ruins of everything I used to love. Frankly; I just haven't been in the mood to write.

Fucking dead.

>>19288
>>19289
*Slow clap*

That was hilarious. It was then made all the better by the people actually fooled by it.

Best part:
>>SS/GOMAD had ensured that my true and most aesthetic form now dominated any space I was in. I had purchased a shirt one size too small, and the time was approaching.
Followed closely by Bill's much-needed Ritalin.

I still hate that the OP abandoned the story, but this makes it a little better.

>Op here, there was an earthquake in my locale and everyone I knew is dead. I sit atop the sundered earth looking down at the flaming ruins of everything I used to love. Frankly; I just haven't been in the mood to write.

I cried laughing.

OP here. Life is much better now. May get back into writing soon, but don't get your panties in a knot waiting.

>>19360
Good to hear that. Good luck with everything, man.

damn op, i just want to read the rest of this story, dear god its kiling me

OP here: I've been diagnosed with cancer and have six weeks to live. I'm just not in the mood to wri- naaaaah!

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Saturday went pretty well. Well, in hindsight, it was just one more pebble to add to the eventual avalanche, but it was still a pretty nice day.

Breakfast was typical cereal and a grapefruit; I got tired of the mess it made when I cut the grapefruit in half and tried to eat it with a spoon, so I used a knife and peeled it like an orange. That actually went better than expected, and I started eating them that way from then on.

Sara came in (pale lavender panties with a cartoon bunny just above the crotch; yes, I'm ashamed to say I was waiting to see what they were. As usual.), rubbing one eye and trying without success to get her hair to quit standing up. Then she spotted my grapefruit and the way I was eating it and thought it was the coolest thing ever, so I peeled one for her too while she poured her cereal.

So we sat at the table and chatted about homework and the various inanities kids talk about, and she kicked the table leg rhythmically with her bare feet while we ate.

Bill finally emerged from his lair as I was putting the dishes in the sink, grabbed some Pop-Tarts from the cabinet, and left the apartment without saying a word. Turns out he was going to be gone the entire weekend, working on a class project (studying salamanders in the river or something) and hadn't seen fit to inform either of us. Dude, what if I'd decided to go home for the weekend? Sara would have been alone for two days straight and not even known where we were. Dick move.

Sara asked if we could play video games again, and I said sure, because why not? She chose Mario Kart again and was once again thoroughly kicking my ass when I decided to cheat; I reached over and tickled her just as she was about to pass me. She giggled and squirmed, and drove off the track, increasing my lead. As soon as she was about to pass me again, I tickled her again and she tried to concentrate on the screen, but couldn't avoid squirming and giggling again.

The third time I was about to "cheat", she yelled, "Nooooo!" as soon as I took one hand off my controller and flung herself backwards out of my reach, still giggling. She landed in the prone position on the couch and I shouted, "RAAAARRRR!" and dove on top of her, dropping my controller and tickling her all over with both hands.

She flailed around, dropping her own controller, and laughed uncontrollably, finally managing to yelp, "Sto-o-op!" between laughs.

"No! I'll never let you win again! Victory is mine!"

Eventually, she rolled off the couch, grabbed my arm, and yanked with all her strength; since I had been on my knees and leaning over her, she actually managed to pull me off balance and I fell off the couch, smacking my funny bone into the coffee table and landing beside her. I laughed and held my tingling arm, and she immediately got on top of me and began tickling me back.

"Revenge is mine!" she shouted in a melodramatic voice.

Having a panty-clad girl straddle me is normally a pretty good way to get my attention, but to be honest, I am kinda ticklish, so nothing unfortunate happened in my pants. I just grabbed her by the wrists to stop the tickling and we began actively wrestling around on the floor, shouting dramatically as we waged epic battle. I think she quoted Captain Ahab at one point; she really does take after her brother.

Finally, I was on my back and she had 'pinned' me down (translation: I was tired, so I pretended she had a remote chance of pinning my arms to the floor.), once again straddled across me, and I announced my surrender, panting for breath. She loudly proclaimed victory to be hers, then flopped down on top of my chest (making it harder to breathe) and gasped for breath as well.

It's a good thing Bill was gone for the weekend, or it would have been really awkward if he'd walked in and seen his sister, clad in her undies, lying on top of me and straddling my crotch while we both tried to catch our breath. As it was... Well, let's not skip ahead.

Finally, after I'd caught my breath (she recovered before I did, but didn't move off of me for some reason.), I suggested we watch a movie. She sat up, still straddling me (a position which was finally becoming distracting, and I hoped she couldn't feel anything... shifting, down there.) and asked what kind of movie.

"How about The Princess Bride?"

"The what?"

"You seriously have never seen The Princess Bride?"

"Sounds girly."

I playfully poked her in the chest, making her giggle her again, and pointed out that she was a girl.

"It's a good movie. Hop up and I'll make some popcorn for us."

With the popcorn popped and the DVD ready to go, we sat down on the couch and prepared to see the movie. Except she insisted on holding the popcorn.

"Now wait a minute, we have to share the popcorn. Let's put it between us."

"No! I always hold the popcorn."

"But then you'll eat it all and I won't get any."

She pondered this dilemma for a moment, then seemed to reach a conclusion and climbed onto my lap, placing the popcorn in hers.

"There! Now we both win."

And thus we watched the movie, her in my lap, and me eating popcorn out of hers. If things had just stayed that way and gone no further, everything would have been fine.

But then, I wouldn't have a story to tell, would I?

fuck me OP YES

MOAR

>the princess bride
>left 4 dead

you're officially my favourite person now, OP

I am so fucking glad OP recovered from the earthquake that killed his family.

>>19476
Keep going, OP. I've been following this story like a horny bastard since you started.

I suggest you copy all this to an ASSTR page. AnonyMPC is an author I admire greatly, I find myself on his ASSTR page almost every night, and if you had one I'd visit it every night too.

at least its still going on :3

>>19478

I might all this to an ASSTR page if I knew what the hell it was or had ever heard of it before.

Hint, hint.

Wondering if anyone will guess the Captain Ahab quote. Hint: it's paraphrased in a classic sci-fi movie.

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She liked The Princess Bride. Oddly, she thought the Impressive Clergyman was the funniest character, despite only getting a minute of screentime. He was pretty funny, I guess.

"Mawwiage."

I digress.

After the movie, she enthusiastically discussed the finer points of swordplay with me, and eventually announced, "en garde!" while poking me with a pencil from her homework.

Not to be outdone, I retrieved a pen and we began a back-and-forth duel all around the living room, shouting dramatically (neither of us was left-handed, of course) and engaging in epic swordplay. Being smaller and therefore less encumbered by the furniture, she had the advantage over me until I charged in and literally swept her off her feet, tackling her to the floor and beginning the wrestling match anew.

At one point I was on all fours and she was on my back hitting me in the head with a couch cushion. I retaliated by suddenly jumping to my feet, which dumped her onto the couch, spinning around, grabbing her by the ankles, and hanging her in the air.

She giggled uncontrollably and tried to push off the floor with her hands, but her shirt hung down over her head and blinded her. It gave me a decent, though upside down, view of her pale chest with its mosquito bite nipples glued to her ribs. I had a better view of her panties and the contents the tight, thin fabric hid.

As my pants began to get uncomfortably tight, I dropped her onto the couch again and announced my victory, then quickly sat on the couch before she could see anything awkward.

"Let's watch another movie!"

She rolled back rightside up and onto my lap, reaching for the DVD case on the arm of the couch. Once she had it, she wriggled around in my lap then paused with an odd look on her face. Just as I was about to ask what was wrong, she began wiggling around in my lap again, grinding her butt into my crotch and putting rather more pressure onto my growing erection than I was comfortable with.

Now, let me make this clear: I am not an Oingo Boingo fan, and I do not make a habit of finding little girls sexually attractive.

But dammit, there was something about this one that was getting to me. I was starting to panic that she'd feel my boner under her butt, but she stopped wiggling around and began flipping through the DVD case, asking about movies. We finally settled on Wreck It Ralph.

Thank God for burly CGI men; nothing quite kills a boner like that. Except maybe imagining Hillary Clinton in a thong. Or a clownsuit. Or clown makeup and a thong. That'll kill anyone's erection.

We both enjoyed the movie, and no more awkward boners made an appearance, so the rest of the day went pretty well. I worked out in my room while Sara did whatever she does in her room, I showered, and then made dinner for both of us before calling it a night.

All in all, Saturday was a pretty good day.

Sunday was pretty good too, but... I prefer not to think about it.

I'll be damned if you ever get to Sunday.

>Thank God for burly CGI men; nothing quite kills a boner like that. Except maybe imagining Hillary Clinton in a thong. Or a clownsuit. Or clown makeup and a thong. That'll kill anyone's erection.

god damn you

Next update: what happened sunday

Eta: Three months.

huzzah, the king returns

or at least someone is updating, either way im happy

>>19493
Check out this optimist.

keep going op :3

>>19493

If you don't like it, I'll gladly refund your mon- oh, wait.

I warned you guys when I started that I'd only update whenever I felt like writing.

>>Breakfast was typical cereal and a grapefruit; I got tired of the mess it made when I cut the grapefruit in half and tried to eat it with a spoon, so I used a knife and peeled it like an orange.

I couldn't help but think about the citrus scale when reading that. Is that OP trying to foreshadow lots of depraved sex involving food, spoons, and knives?

>>19474
The last time I watched The Princess Bride, I spent half the movie fingering a girl while she rubbed my crotch.

Clearly, kid interludes aside, TPB is the ideal makeout movie.

Moral dilemmas aside, she sounds like a wonderful partner. Would be a lot of fun to spend a day with a person like her.

THANK YOU for continuing the story, may we have more, please?

>>19481
Easy, "From hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."

>>19481
This story gets better and better with each update. Thanks!

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE YA MAN YA MAN

God damn it.

please some more sir

I just had someone walk in on me fapping to this. What a gloriously awkward day tomorrow will be.

I've been thinking for a while that there's going to be some major revelation when OP finds outs what Sara is doing at her room... Chekhov's gun.

OP here. My city was nuked by terrorists. I sit in the ashen, radioactive ruins of my home, choking on my own blood as my hair falls out, and wonder where it all went wrong. Frankly, I just haven't been in the m- Ok, that joke's old now. My dad's heart is fine, by the way; turns out he had a pinched nerve that caused his arm to go numb and his chest to hurt.

>>19646

And my work here is complete.

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Sunday started out fairly innocent, but circumstances conspired against me. Sara showed up to the breakfast table in her usual nightshirt-and-panties ensemble. Today, they were plain white with an American flag across the butt ("all rise for the national anthem"). You can interpret that as a joke about farts or boners, I leave it up to you.

She insisted I peel a grapefruit for her, and since it was the last one we split it. As soon as breakfast was done, she asked what we were going to do today; she was definitely more chipper than usual.

"Did you finish all of your homework?"

"Yup!"

I gave her the option of what to do, and she decided to spend the next hour kicking my butt at Mario Kart again. Then I picked Call of Duty and thoroughly owned her again and again until she discovered the noob tube, then it went 60/40 my favor.

My favor, that is, until she decided to steal a page from my playbook and cheat. She spotted me about to knife her from behind (dirty little screenwatcher) and suddenly leaned over to tickle me. It startled me enough that I jumped, and she quickly grabbed her controller and shot me through the head before I could recover.

"You little stinker!"

She stuck her tongue out at me and burst into a fit of giggling as I roared, dropping my controller, and began viciously mauling her with my fingertips. I repeated my maneuver from the day before, grabbing her by the ankles and holding her upside down. As before, her shirt flopped over her head and gave me a limited, but wondrous, view as she laughed and thrashed around to break free. I dropped her onto the couch before I got an erection and bent down to tickle her some more, but she donkey-kicked me in the chest with her bare feet and knocked me onto my ass on the other end of the couch. Then she was straddling my lap and viciously tickling me under the arms and ribs until I surrendered, out of breath.

"Whoo! I'm all sweaty now!"

"Yeah," she puffed, catching her breath too. "Me too."

"Why don't we take a break?"

She nodded and skipped off to her room, shutting the door, and I went into mine. I changed my shirt, then decided to look in my closet for a board game. I hadn't brought many with me to college, but I figured it'd be a good way to spend time with Sara and get her out of her shell. Besides, we both could use a break from nothing but movies and video games.

I didn't think she was old enough to play Risk, or have the attention span to stick with it (I was wrong on both counts; she later went through my meager collection of board games and wanted to try it, and surprised me by being a competent and bloodthirsty tactician. She never did beat me, but she came pretty close multiple times, but she never did catch on to Australia.), but maybe she'd be up for a game of Monopoly or Solar Quest. I decided to see if she were interested in either one.

I stepped out into the hall just as she did; evidently she was heading for the shower, because she was stark naked and froze with a blush on her face.

Once again, regardless of whether it was age appropriate, male instincts kicked in and I took the opportunity to get a good look at her. Her chest was still flat, with zero signs of development, and nipples like little pink mosquito bites. Glancing further down, she still had boy hips and... Dammit. I'll admit, I've never found a hairy crotch attractive, kind of gross even, but the sight of that smooth, pale white Cleft of Venus, bereft of even peach fuzz, was glorious. Which it should not have been, regardless of whether or not I found pubic hair aesthetically appealing, but... damn, it was a beautiful thing to see. There was a freckle just above her left lip I hadn't noticed the time I walked in on her in the bathroom.

Looking back up at her face, the moment stretched, getting even more awkward, and I decided to break the ice by invoking the 'turnabout is fair play' rule.

I pointed at her crotch and, in mock amazement, said, "Is that your vagina?!"

She blushed even brighter red, even her ears turning color, and nodded.

I grinned. "Ha! Now YOU know how it feels!"

Despite herself, she giggled and nodded in a way that conveyed she knew what I was referring to.

Then I decided to push turnabout all the way and do the exact same thing she did to me the second time she ran into me naked in the hallway.

"Can I touch it?"

There. Right there. That was it. That was the moment I took things too far. If you want one single, solitary instance that you can point at and say that was the tipping point, that had to be it. Everything up to that point had been innocent, or innocent enough anyway, regardless of my motives, but that... Whatever. You don't need to hear this right now. I'll just continue my story.

I didn't even know it was possible for a blush to go all the way from your face down your shoulders and upper chest, but damn. She half moved her hands to cover her crotch, then held them awkwardly at her thighs without hiding that beautiful cleft.

"I let you touch me when you asked." I made sure to keep my tone casual, trying to convey that it wouldn't hurt my feelings when she said no, that I was just teasing her.

She put her hands at her side and nodded, biting her lip.

Oh shit. I would never in a million years have expected her to let me touch her privates.

Sure, I can use the excuse that I was in shock, I wasn't thinking clearly, but it's so lame even I don't believe it. I knew exactly what I was doing.

I reached out and gently rubbed her outer labia with my index and middle fingers for a few seconds; she was soft as silk.

Then I immediately felt dirty and could feel my own face turning red. Pulling my hand away, I felt too awkward to say anything, but felt I had to say or do SOMETHING to salvage this, so I stuck my tongue out at her and turned to go into the living room. She leaped into the bathroom faster than I'd seen anyone move and slammed the door shut.

The entire time I heard the water running, I sat on the couch thinking that I'd just fucked up horribly and she was going to tell her brother (who I was quite certain would murder me on the spot and bury me in a shallow grave. Honestly, I'm not joking, I fully believed him capable of that.), or a teacher, or the fucking cops, and my entire life was ruined and I was going to prison where I could be raped by a nigger with a dick the size of a Coke can every night in my cell because everyone there would know I was a filthy fucking child molester and therefore fair game. My family would disown me and my mother would cry hysterically at the trial, wondering where she'd gone wrong in raising such a degenerate child. I'd fucked up, I'd fucked up big time and I knew it. My heart was pounding and it felt like I was going to die. I WANTED to die, just to save myself from everything I knew was coming.

The water shut off, and a minute later Sara emerged from the bathroom. I expected her to be wrapped in a towel to preserve her modesty, given that I'd just seen her naked and touched her crotch, but she came out just as naked as she'd gone in. As she caught my eye, she blushed again slightly, but grinned and stuck her tongue out at me. I stuck my tongue out back at her, and she went back into her room.

A few minutes later, she emerged in a t-shirt and cut-off shorts, and sat next to me on the couch.

"You wanna watch a movie?"

Oh thank you Jesus. My relief that she wasn't upset and that everything was cool was so overwhelming, I relaxed muscles I hadn't even realized had been tensed in guilty fear. Maybe I wasn't going to the special hell after all.

Pfft. Yeah, I don't believe it either.

you, sir, are a producer of literary heroin

>>19656

But can you snort 44 words a minute?

I know I can and want to snort that much.>>19657

This thread is almost a year old and still no coitus..

Not sure how I should feel about that. But at any rate I approve of this; as it has given me a plethora of boners.

I am always surprised to open my bookmark of this after a few months to find a few new parts, I think we are only at least three more updates before we get down to the hot and heavy.

>>19681

It's getting there. It may be good a quick jerk if you just dive straight into the sex fantasy, but it doesn't make for a good story.

For a more immediate payoff, may I recommend:

https://7chan.org/cake/res/50739.html

>>19690

Maybe, but I doubt it'll be that soon. I want this story to be "realistic", and that means taking a realistic pace with it rather than just diving right in.

I do think I'll be updating it more often, however. I'm feeling creative.

>>19681
Story is too good for this to matter to me.

>>17319
Creativity is such a great thing, isn't it? It's great for boners!

>>19480
Email me and we'll talk because I want to help you set up a page, but also because I'm selfish and want you to be my best friend and amuse me at my leisure with jokes and stories about fucking 11-year-olds.

>>19655
"...raped by a nigger..."
>can't tell if racist or just saying what we all think
>as if I didn't laugh my ass off anyway

>"I sit in the ashen, radioactive ruins of my home, choking on my own blood as my hair falls out, and wonder where it all went wrong."
goddamn it man, I can't deal with this. You need to be a Cracked column- oh my god, you're Soren. You're Soren Bowie, and you moonlight as an erotic story author.

>>19705

I don't write for Cracked. I've been published, but not for fiction.

Honestly, maybe I should apply for a job that involves writing.

>>19710
Yes. You should.

>>19480
www.asstr.org

AKA the alt.sex.stories text repository. If you have leet webdesign skills you can set up a webpage like http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ , otherwise you can just toss the files into the FTP site.

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Bill came back Sunday night and I finally found out that he went on some class trip to study salamanders; it hadn't occurred to him to, you know, inform us or make sure I didn't plan to go anywhere that weekend because he wasn't used to looking after Sara. He was still getting used to being the one to look after her instead of her parents.

Ok, that's understandable I guess, but still a dick move.

The week came and went, and since Bill didn't murder me in my sleep and Chris Hansen never showed up at my door, I decided Sara hadn't informed anyone that I'd touched her privates and I could stop worrying and get on with my life.

Saturday went fairly normally, catching up on my reading assignments and working on a paper that was due on Monday, then I went for a jog, did some working out in my room (I was still skinny and had zero visible muscle growth from all my exercise, but I wasn't struggling like I had been, so I guess that counted.), then stripped down and headed for the shower.

Yes, as you've probably guessed, I bumped into someone in the hall.

It was Bill.

I about shit out my heart, but he just carefully maintained eye contact rather than risk accidentally seeing my package, gave his usual grunt to acknowledge my presence, and kept walking to his room.

Then Sara emerged from her room, also stark naked and was reaching for a fresh towel from the hall closet before she noticed either one of us.

My heart stopped. I honestly believe that my heart literally stopped beating for several seconds, because I knew Bill was going to freak out about his sister and I seeing each other naked.

He just said, "Ha! Looks like you both had the same idea." Then he told Sara to run in and take her shower before I did and secluded himself in his lair again, leaving Sara and me alone in the hallway. Naked.

My heart started beating again and my I unclenched buttcheeks I hadn't realized were clenched in anxiety, and began to relax. He didn't freak out. Between this and the time I walked in on Sara in the shower and told him about it, I guess his family really had been as casual about nudity as mine was.

I looked over at Sara, who was blushing slightly and looking at my crotch with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment, and cleared my throat.

"So... Who goes first?"

She didn't respond, so I took the initiative.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Winner goes first."

"Ok."

Now, a little known trick to rock, paper, scissors: Nine times out of ten, people pick rock first. Dunno why, but it's true. If you want to win, always pick paper the first time; you're guaranteed success nearly every time, unless you're up against a wily rock, paper, scissors expert who knows the same trivia you do.

So I picked scissors, she beat me with rock, and she went first.

I may have been hot, sweaty, and tired, but I'm enough of a gentleman to let a girl shower first. She ended up using all the hot water, but I was ok with that, being as I was, as mentioned, hot and sweaty and a cold shower worked just fine.

I waited in the hall while she showered, and when she got out she was still naked. I stuck my tongue out at her as she passed and she stuck her tongue out back at me as she slipped into her room.

You know what? I was ok with this. I had decided it wasn't a big deal if Sara saw me naked on the way to the shower since it obviously wasn't scarring her for life, I was definitely ok with seeing her naked, even though I really, REALLY should not have been, and the fact that Bill didn't seem to give a shit about nudity either way took a huge load off my mind about the issue. I was just glad that his was the master bedroom and came with its own bathroom, so I wouldn't ever see him naked.

Of course, my acceptance of the whole nudity issue was just one of the things that compounded to make everything get out of hand and- Nevermind, you know that already.

No single drop of rain thinks it's responsible for the flood...

But if it was the weekend where Bill disappeared into the wilderness that I crossed the line and touched Sara, it was the weekend I went into the wilderness myself that really put me over the line.

A couple weeks passed, and by now it was late October. Halloween was coming up in a little over a week, and more importantly I had a three day weekend coming up. It was supposed to be so we could study before midterms, but honestly, has ANY student ever actually done that?

It was a five hour drive home, but I didn't intend to go home until Thanksgiving; I was enjoying my independence too much. It was also a two hour drive to our deer lease out in the country. I'd gone there every deer season with my dad, camping, roasting marshmallows over a fire, swimming in the pond (when it was warm enough), and exploring the woods. He rarely got a deer, not because they were scarce or because he was a lousy hunter, but because he mostly went up there just to spend time with me; hunting was purely secondary as far as he was concerned. When I was fourteen, he passed up a twenty-point buck and handed me the rifle instead; I still have the photo of myself posing with the deer somewhere.

That place was full of happy memories for me, growing up. Now... now, the memories are sort of mixed, but I still remember the place fondly.

So, I'd decided I was going to head up to the place Friday morning, pitch a tent, and head back Sunday afternoon. It was unseasonably warm and the trees were only just beginning to turn, so it would be a great way to spend the weekend.

So, at breakfast Thursday, I told Bill about my plan to go camping that weekend.

He froze awkwardly, then glanced at Sara, then back to me, cleared his throat, and slowly told me that he'd been planning to go on another study trip for his biology class, and he absolutely had to go because the professor was counting the trip as 20% of their midterm grade.

Which meant he'd planned to ditch Sara at the apartment with me all weekend again and I had just thrown a monkey wrench into his intricately laid plans.

Shit. If the trip counted as part of his midterm grade, I couldn't tell him "too bad, I'm leaving" and force him to find a way to deal with Sara all weekend. And I really didn't want to cancel my plans and stay here just because Bill was a dick who just assumed I wouldn't have plans for the weekend.

That really left only one option.

"That's ok, I don't mind taking Sara camping with me."

She perked up at hearing that.

"I've never been camping before! That's cool! We can catch fireflies!"

"Fireflies are only around in the summer, it's too late in the year for them. But there's lots of other cool stuff to do up there."

I gave her a list of things to bring for the trip (mostly clothes and a spare blanket since she didn't have any camping gear) and she was practically bouncing out of her chair with excitement; partly this was because she'd never been camping before and really wanted to go, and partly, I know now, because it meant spending more time with me and I was pretty much the only person who bothered to interact with her who wasn't a teacher. She babbled on enthusiastically about the trip and practically flew out the door when it was time for her to meet the bus, still talking about it. Bill seemed to find the whole thing amusing and had the decency to thank me for it. Then he slid me twenty bucks to pay for her meals during the weekend.

Like I said, Bill wasn't a bad guy, just... in his own universe. I have no idea what he was like before his parents died and he got saddled with responsibility for his little sister, but I know that has to be hard on someone, so I never tried to give him grief over it.

So I went to class, dozed off during class while the tone deaf professor droned on about... I forget. It was just review for midterms, and I already knew the stuff pretty well, so I didn't bother paying attention and basically slipped in and out of awareness while he droned. If he noticed, he didn't say anything.

I got done with my last class for the day and walked back to the apartment, arriving in time to meet Sara at the bus stop and walk back with her. She was skipping down the sidewalk, holding onto my arm, and jumping with excitement. Had she been this wired over a camping trip the entire time she was at school? I pitied her teacher if she was. Then again, my impression was that Sara was pretty withdrawn at school, so maybe the teacher would like the change.

We got back to the apartment and she immediately dumped the contents of her backpack all over the table and threw it onto the couch, to store the things she was bringing with her. She then insisted I inspect everything she packed, to make sure it was appropriate for camping.

Canvas sneakers, two pairs of panties (white with a little blue ribbon on the front, and pink with a heart over the butt.), two pairs of socks, a pair of jeans that fit her quite nicely (not that I should be appreciative of how well a pair of jeans fit an 11 year old's ass), a pair of cutoff shorts, two t-shirts, a bucket hat, and a blanket, as I'd instructed.

"Not bad, kiddo. Why don't you grab a pillow and a book too."

She raced off to her room to do exactly that, and I packed my camping gear, an extra flashlight, and some spare clothes. I was going to pick up some snacks and bottled water for us on the way out in the morning. Damn. I knew I was forgetting something, but I couldn't figure it out.

We had ravioli for dinner, while Sara regaled me with various children's stories about camping, proving that she only knew of it through books and that she was as big a nerd as her brother, even if she didn't admit it. Bill showed up after we ate, grabbed his stuff for his study trip, and headed out, barely saying two words to us.

And with that, we each went to our separate rooms and went to sleep, looking forward to the trip.

And I took another step down the path of no return.

This story is great, it feels real, which is a really important aspect of this kind of story. I'm really interested in seeing where this goes.