The Blender
Copyright© 2024 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 32: The Glade
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 32: The Glade - [NOTE: NEW EDITION AVAILABLE, SEE "THE BLENDER (REVISED) 2025.] An unusual family with three brothers and three sisters from 9 to 17 years old. Circumstances force the oldest two, step-siblings, both 17, male and female, to share a bed. Proximity fuse has been lit! At least the younger four (2 boys, 2 girls) are in separate bedrooms. First kisses. First times. There's trouble before the middle sister's Sweet 16 party, and worse trouble after.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Anal Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Nudism
“I looked it up, Abel; this little open spot in the pines is called a ‘glade.’ I love how quiet and private it is.”
“You’re glad to be here? In the glade?”
“You had to go there,” Val groaned, shaking her head.
“I’ve been thinking,” Abel began.
“Uh-oh, from bad to worse,” snarked Val.
“You have me at a disadvantage. It’s time to even the score.”
Abel stood in front of Val and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Val took it in with a smile, noting that the cool breeze had erected his little baby nips in the same way that cold air worked on her own nipples.
He wasn’t muscle-bound, but clearly developed. His lack of body fat showed all of the muscles of his torso behind a sparse spray of black curly hair in the middle of his chest.
Val got to her feet as well and playfully licked his nipples. Then she threw off her own top and wrapped him up tight, cooing.
“I’m ahead again. Too bad for you.”
“Oh, yeah?”
He reached and grabbed the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down past his knees. His tightie-whitie briefs stayed up but were under obvious stress. Val, competitive as always, did the same, leaving flimsy nylon panties.
“Time for the kickoff to start the game.”
Abel’s running shorts went flying, followed swiftly by Val’s.
“Penalty, out of bounds. Re-kick.”
It was the same story with the underwear. Mixing her sports metaphors, Val spoke next.
“The possession arrow is yours; now what?”
“Time out! Val, we don’t have any, uh, sports equipment.”
“Personal foul. I have an implant; you can’t make me pregnant.”
“OK, I guess. But don’t we need lube or something? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s fine, I’m ready for you. Just get on your back so I can take control.”
A moment later, her knees were on each side of his narrow hips, and she was reaching down to aim him. Even that first touch of her slick lips on his sensitive head thrilled him. At last, she had him in what felt like the right spot and angle.
She inhaled and sat forcefully. There was a pinch, like a bee sting, and a new feeling of fullness.
“Ow! No, don’t move; let me adjust. Just wait for me ... Ah, better. Here we go. Ride ‘em cowgirl!”
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