If All Else Fails - illustrated
Copyright© 2023 by Authorwench
Chapter 2
True Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A fiction writer has a hard time coming up with a new story, and decides to do something radical. He tells the truth about his disturbing sexual experiences as a teen. Starts with a sci-fi soldier and includes brief scenes from several other genera, but most of the story is set in the US mid-west during the 1970's. Please check story tags to avoid unpleasant surprises.
Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Ma/mt Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction True Story Crime Science Fiction Cheating Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Cousins BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Voyeurism Public Sex Smoking Prostitution Violence
“The evil Ork necromancer waved a wand made of human bone, as he summoned a horde of undead minions from the graveyard.”
That’s been done before? Well, how about...
“The brave knight raised his sword and shield up high, as the dragon swooped down to attack.”
More than twenty books and movies? -SIGH- What about this?
“When the beautiful and breasty brunette stepped into the shower, her father opened the bathroom door. He was shocked and elated to see her arousing nude form as she smiled at him.”
Dozens of porn movies! Dang it! I guess if all else fails, I’ll tell more of my disturbing early life...
After the shocking birthday gift of porn magazines, and the even bigger surprise of Stephen looking at me through the hole in the wall while I ‘read’ them, I didn’t sleep very well. My sister waking me for a few minutes at five in the morning didn’t help, either.
It felt like I had just closed my eyes when I heard my annoying alarm clock buzzing. I looked and saw 7:38, then exclaimed, “SHIT!” The bus got to the trailer court stop at 7:45!
I jumped up and threw a shirt on, as I shouted, “Miri! Wake up! We’re gonna be late!” I stepped into a fresh pair of boxers and started pulling them up, when my bedroom door opened. My little sister saw me naked for a few seconds, until I had them in place. I shouted, “MIRI!”
She smirked and held up a paper bag, still staring at my crotch. “Your lunch. I’m ready, but Mom’s still asleep.”
I shut the door in her face as I told her, “Gimme a minute!”
The thought kept repeating in my mind, ‘My sister saw me naked!’ By the time I had my shoes on I decided Miri peeking wasn’t as bad as Stephen, since at least she was a girl. I ran the three steps to Mom’s bedroom door and knocked half a dozen times, but she didn’t answer. I got another big surprise when I opened it. She was laying on her back nude! I saw her very large tits totally uncovered, probably for the first time since I was a baby. The sheet only concealed most of her legs, leaving her pubic hair and pussy lips exposed! Despite the sight making me feel guilty and a bit sick, my rebellious cock started growing.
I shook her shoulder. “Mom! Wake up! We’re leaving for school. Wake up!”
She rolled toward me and laid on her side, as she sleepily grumbled, “Lemme alone. Lemme sleep!”
“C’mon, wake up! You need to go pay Harvey. Rent’s always due on Friday!”
“Harvey schmarvey! Go away!”
I shook her shoulder a few more times, staring at the way her big, soft boobs moved as I did. “You gotta go see Harvey and pay him! Bye.” I followed my sister as we sprinted out. Running with a three-quarter hard-on was very uncomfortable. As we waited at the bus stop I tried to figure out why Mom’s body had turned me on so much, but also made me a little nauseous.
I had another very uncomfortable moment on the school bus. Miri sat with one of her friends, leaving the one next to my crush Estrella as the only seat available. She was my age, but less developed than a lot of the other girls in our class. Her shiny black hair was long enough to touch her elbows. She had a flat butt and almost no boobs, and one of her front teeth was a little crooked. Still, I thought she was very cute and felt bad for her, since she didn’t have many friends. It was extra awkward, since she was also my friend Todd’s cousin. I knew messing with a guy’s sister was a big no-no, but was unsure what the ‘rules’ were regarding cousins.
We were both shy, so she stared out the window and I looked away from her most of the trip. It only took about ten minutes, like usual, but was quite a tense voyage. I wanted her to like me and was afraid I might offend her by saying the wrong thing. I felt some of her hair on my arm and the side of her right knee touched my left one through our pants, which was enough to excite my overactive teen hormones. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her glance at the bulge in my jeans a few times. When we arrived, there was a smile on her face and both of us were blushing intensely.
At lunch time, I discovered the only things in my paper bag were a peanut butter sandwich and some celery. My little sister did what she could with what we had, but still...
Our town and our high school were so small there weren’t any football tryouts for the JV, or junior varsity team. Anybody who wanted could join, and a few guys even played both offense and defense. I was a little taller and heavier than average for my age. I played Defensive Tackle, and at the start of plays I was usually lined up between my friends Shane and Todd. It was fun and lots of exercise.
The unwritten locker room rule was, ‘No looking down’. From several accidental glances, I discovered I was also above average between my legs. After football practice and an awkward group shower, Shane and I always walked home together, since his place was three trailers down from ours. On the way he asked, “Want to stop at the IGA for donuts? I’m really hungry.”
The grocery store was two blocks out of our way, but I agreed. “Me too! Donuts sound good, but I don’t think I have enough.” I reached in my pocket and sadly said, “Eleven cents and donuts are fifteen.”
He dug in his pocket and passed me a nickel. “Here ya go.”
“Thanks.”
We began collecting bottles and cans, and turned them in each weekend. It became a tradition. Whenever we had money, we stopped at the IGA for donuts on the way home from football practice. I helped him out if he didn’t have enough money, and vice versa. The cans and bottles got each of us three or four donuts a week.
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