OTHER KNIGHTS
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - This is the story of John and Nancy Knight. Take a read, and find out how their love began! Things start slow, but quickly heat up!
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual School Incest Brother Sister Aunt Nephew Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
We took the drive, close to an hour, and pulled up to a mall called, ‘The Place.’
I found a parking space, got out, went over to her side of the car, and let her out, and she took me by the arm.
“Have you ever been in a pretty girl store, Nan?”
She giggled, followed by, “I thought only movie stars went to VS.”
“You could be a movie star,” I said to her. “This is where Randall takes his girlfriends. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this for you, OK?”
We walked in, and a tall gal, greeted us, saying, “John, nice to see you again. Who is this on your arm?”
Before Nan could say anything, I answered, “My newest girlfriend, her name is Susan. Sue, this is Kara. She will help you.”
We both waited for her to say something, and after she stopped looking all around, the responded, “Hi Kara. My name is Susan. I’ve never been in a Victoria’s Secret before.”
“You are one of the nicest girls John has brought in here before. How old are you?”
“We are going to college together in the fall. She’s 18,” I said.
She smiled and Kara took her from me. She may be 90 days from turning 15, but she is very smart, and I expect my pretty sister to handle herself.
I heard a screech from somewhere inside the dressing rooms. Kara came out saying, “John, she needs you, please?”
My god, what has happened?
I went in and found her smiling, “I’m a C cup! I had no idea. How do I look?”
That was easy to answer, but instead, I took her and gave her the biggest kiss we had yet had together. She put a hand behind my head and kept us in contact for over a solid two minutes.
We separated, and I heard her hum a little. Then she said, what I never expected to hear her say to me, “I love you, boyfriend!”
She shooed me away, apparently OK.
I went back out to the main waiting area, looking at all the colors. ‘She loves me?’ How did she mean that, like a little sister, or like a potential lover? No, no John. She is your sister, not a girlfriend. Could she be both? If I approach her as a lover, I could lose her as both. Damn!
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