A Stone for Danny
Copyright© 2016 by Lovelaced
Chapter 1
Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Romance and Incest and Tradegy : all in the mix in this tearjerker tale.
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mind Control Incest Sister FemaleDom
The peak wasn’t known worldwide; not an Everest or a Snowdon.
It was on Dartmoor, close to Hay Tor; but didn’t have a name we knew of.
But we did know it was a spot that Danny had discovered for himself.
As we reached the small peak our hands briefly clasped together in achievement.
And having caught our breath and drunk in the mysterious moorland beauty, acknowledged the view was a fitting tribute to Danny.
Shaz pointed to a small pile of stones individuals had left over time; as a memento.
Stooping, I took a small stone, rolled it in my hand; kissed it. I knelt and placed it atop the pile... “ A stone for Danny” I said looking at her.
Danny Loverock and I were best of mates through school and there were few things we didn’t share.
We’d done that bonding ritual of cutting our fingers and mixing the blood as brothers.
We progressed through grades at high school and hung out at the local diner’s.
He reckoned that he was the beef and I the brains of our duo; and times were good for us.
Even my disdainful sister Shirley said I had a good friend in Danny.
Shirley or Shaz as she insisted, was my older sister by two years and she had style.
Her natural bronze hair was enhanced by her sparkling hazel eyes.
She was the kind girl who had a sexy face; because sex occupied her mind. Shaz and me had always tussled around indoors together, wrestle over things and stuff.
Shaz matured early; her rear-end was pure poetry and she was not shy about sex either. This is when I found she was either teasing me or pleasing me; like when she’d called me into her bedroom,
“Hey James, help me with new bra hook will you?”
She was facing her mirror wearing a new black bra which still had the label on it.
My fingers fumbled with the tiny hooks in the small of her back but then she slowly swivelled round to face me.
“Do you think it fits me OK”
Staring at the enticing mounds I coloured up as I swam in her perfume, “Yea, fits you good.” I mumbled.
Looking into my eyes she whispered, “ You can handle them if you like.” While my hands trembled over them, her hand felt over my hardened cock,
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