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I read My Present by Oyster50 chapter 10.
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"I smiled. "Probably. And I think she has no idea of how wonderful it is. No stress. No sneaking. No hiding. No wondering who's tonight or who's next. Just me and the guy who'll be mine forever."
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He kissed me. "I worry sometimes. We're ... I love what we have, but it's just so far out there. I worry that you'll decide that some other guy would make more sense ... society would accept that."
"First, my love," I stated, kissing him back, "whoever that might be would not be my first and only. You're that. Second, you and I have lived together forever. I know you completely. I'd have to find out things about some other guy a little at a time. Suppose I found out something that was a deal-breaker. Or suppose HE found out something? Then it's either break up and start in on the next one or try to work around something that causes the other partner stress."
"I do know you that well," he resigned. "You don't even dog-ear the pages of a book to mark your spot."
"You're NOT Ranger," I said, referring to Reena's big brother. "Or any of the guys that she's supposed to have done. I don't think even SHE knows all of them."
"But she gave her brother a disease?"
"He could've given it to her. Who knows. Aren't you glad YOU didn't get on that bandwagon?"
"It was a BIG bandwagon. But no. I kinda knew that Reena wasn't for me."
"Just like I said. I knew on my birthday who was right for you. Just took a while for me to get my present."
"It's a shame we're driving," he laughed. "Sometimes you're just so wonderfully charming that I wanna wrap you up in my arms right then."
"When we get home. I'm the girlfriend who WON'T give you diseases."
"Might go to bed early tonight," he laughed. His voice changed a bit. "She's gonna go crazy figuring out who you've done it with."
"I told her 'one and only'."
"Really?"
"Not in those exact words."
"That's really gonna get her going. She'll want to know, just so she's got something on you."
"Why would she want something on me? I try to be her friend."
"Because," he stated, "that's just her. Her nature. She ... when she talks, she always wants to end up on top of whatever's being said."
"I know that. But this..."
"No different to her. Just be careful."
"We both need to be careful."
So we carefully parked in our driveway and didn't hold hands as we went into our house.
Life continued on, nearing the end of the school year. I did my last gymnastics tournament, a good one at the state capital, using facilities at the university. I placed well, getting a gold on the balance beam. Our team placed second in the state.
Coaches for more advanced programs identified me and talked with Mom and Dad about my future. "We see potential for a national-level gymnast."
That's a little girl dream - Jeannie on the podium at the Olympics. But Jeannie's read enough about those programs to know that they don't make room for Jeannie the school girl and especially for Jeannie, mate of Johnny.
But I didn't say that at the meet.
An overnight stay. Actually TWO nights. True to his word, Dad reserved adjoining rooms and gave one over to me and Johnny. They locked the door between the rooms from their side. I guess maybe they didn't want to be disrupted either.
Johnny gives a really good massage of hard-worked muscles, and his technique for easing mental stress is superb.
It was a strange feeling to wake up in an unfamiliar bed with one's mate lying nude beside my own naked body, and we've learned about early morning teases and caresses and how often they end up with us intertwined together.
A soft knock on the door and Mom's voice. "Let's go get breakfast."
"She coulda called," Johnny said.
"I know, but Mom ... Just reminding us that there's a door that THEY gave us."
"You think?"
"Yes," I said, getting out of bed. "Them letting us be like this, that's a BIG step." I turned so he could see me completely naked, standing there before him because I love him and this is one way to show it.
When he stood, I noted that he was mostly hard. I like that. It means he gets affected by me just like I get affected by him. I walk over and give him a friendly squeeze for a promise.
Once dressed, we're out the door as a family. Nobody can see anything different, except maybe that a teen brother and sister should be a little more aggravating to each other.
I was at the convention hall before eight. This was the state tourney, a big one, and schedules were tight. I'm used to being herded around, though.
Maybe just a little bit of my competitive edge has disappeared, though, because as I was waiting for my turn at the first event, my mind wandered to Johnny, Mom and Dad sitting in the stands, and I thought about the little promise to Johnny before we dressed.
Yeah, it's like that.
By the end of the day I'd garnered second in balance beam, third in floor routine, and second in parallel bars. My vault was a surprise, a first place.
I didn't get first overall. The same girl beat me out on the beam and parallel bars. She's awesome, but she's also in the grips of coaches who are grooming her for the national level. I know who those coaches are. A pair of them approached me and Mom & Dad.
We listened to what they had to say. Mom and Dad said what I thought they'd say, politely indicating that they would discuss the idea. You can imagine the discussion after we left the conference center, headed for dinner, then the hotel.
Johnny wasn't in on the original conversation, so he asked some questions to learn what was going on. I can read his face. He's scared that I might actually WANT to do that. It would mean living away from home. The facility recruiting me would offer studies and tutoring to make sure I did not miss out on academics, plus they would put me into a highly structured training regimen with national-level coaches, facilities and trainers.
A year ago I would have leapt for joy.
A year ago I wasn't Johnny's mate.
After dinner, Mom said, "It's too much to digest in one evening. Sleep on it. We might have better understanding in the morning."
After we showered, Johnny and I went back to Mom and Dad's room to say good night, then we returned to our room, closing the door behind us.
I know Johnny's been working up the courage to ask THE question.
"Would you go off to that place?"
"Last year, I dreamed about it. Now..."
"I don't want to get in your way. You could be on the national team."
"Johnny, first, there are dozens of girls at MY level. The competition gets fiercer, the higher up the ladder I get. It almost has to be an obsession." I paused, kissed him. "I only have room for ONE obsession..."
"I didn't mean for this to change your whole life..."
"What makes you think that YOU had that much say in it? Who went into YOUR room? Who kissed YOU first?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Yeah, but nothing. I wouldn't be lying here with you if I thought what we had was a throwaway. Forever, Johnny..."
He wrapped his arms around me. "I want it to be, my baby, but your dreams..."
" ... are holding me right now."
"Jeannie, are you SURE?"
"I'm very sure. I mean, I don't have to give up gymnastics, but I'm NOT going to try for the nationals. Not if it means leaving YOU. And I seriously doubt they'd let me share a room with my brother."
"I'd miss you, sis, but if that's your dream."
"One more time. You're my dream."
He squeezed me harder. "That's so sad, then. You're my dream, too."
Okay, if you're in bed naked with the guy you love and 'I love you' gets tossed around a bit, things are going to happen. Wonderful things.
I guess we could just slide together and do it, but that first one, there's a chance he'll get off and I won't, well, not until he gets his mouth or his fingers on me afterward. But just a little playing, well, that's where I get my first and second and sometimes third and he's usually coming in my mouth, and after that is a good time to cuddle and say loving things to each other. Then when he's hard again, we couple and it's him and me sharing each other in a way I don't think anybody else understands, at least not the 'experienced' girls.
Tonight when we orgasmed, Johnny kept me atop him. I felt when he finally softened and fell out of me. "Ohhhh," I sighed.
"Turn around before we leave a spot on the bed, baby."
So that's the last step. One more for little Jeannie before she goes to sleep, holding her brother's soft dick.
I woke up before him, light filtering around the room's drapes. It gives me time for an inventory. I'm realistic. Mom and Dad would surely support me if I desired to take the offer for the advanced training opportunity, but even if I did reach the pinnacle, like the national team, where would that put me in the future? Running all over from one national or international event or another, times in between filled with hard training, and when I finally got too old or too messed up physically, I'd be out and honestly, how many top gymnasts do you know after they're off the stage?
Next to me, covers halfway down his body, baring all twenty-three of his chest hairs, face angelic, that guy loves me. He's beside me now, and I think he'll be beside me for the rest of our lives. There's my decision.
I know several ways he loves being wakened. I use a combination.
"Gosh, Jeannie, I love you so much."
"Good!" I kissed him. "I need to tell Mom and Dad that I decided my future is here with you.""
I then checked out all of the other chapters and all ened with "There is more of this text...".
I also looked it up with other stories to test it and all have it.
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