Swing Me
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Story: After the party Gilbert and his little sister, Lorrie, go for a walk in the old neighborhood, and Lorrie shows Gilbert what a good swinger she is. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Illustrated .
It’s Gilbert’s first day home. Three years. The celebration is at Ma’s. Neighbors mostly. A couple of cousins. His little sister Lorrie, but she’s grown up now, breasts and everything. Her legs are way too long for that dress. After the cake, he and Lorrie go for a walk around the old neighborhood.
“You get much ass over there?” Lorrie says.
“I can’t believe you’d ask me something like that.”
“I was just teasing you. I bet you’re still a virgin.”
“Lorrie!” he says.
“Well, are you?”
A childhood phrase goes through his head. ‘That’s for me to know and you to find out.’
They pass Kinney’s Dance Studio, closed now. “You used to take lessons, didn’t you?” Gilbert asks.
Lorrie doesn’t answer.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“Kinney was such a –”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Lorrie scowls. “After class I’d go to the playground and swing. I was a good swinger.”
“Do you think that playground is still there?”
Lorrie shrugs. “It’s only a couple of blocks. Why don’t we take a look?”
They walk over.
The gate is locked, but the fence is broken down. Most of the equipment is broken down. One swing remains, the chains rusty. Without hesitation Lorrie scuffs off her shoes and hops onto the seat.
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