If All Else Fails - illustrated - Cover

If All Else Fails - illustrated

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Chapter 4

True Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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 mounted and armored warrior held his axe aloft menacingly, then spurred his horse into a charge and prepared to split his unarmed enemy’s skull with it. The weaponless barbarian stood his ground and used one of the most brutish and risky moves possible, instead of attacking the cavalryman directly. The heroic background music reached a crescendo when the huge and nearly naked muscle man punched out the horse, knocking it and its rider to the dirt.”

Conan? Robert Howard? Well, maybe...

“Conn, Radio! Received Emergency Action Message! Recommend setting condition one S Q! Ex Oh has the decrypted message!” After quickly reading the quarter-page of text held by his right-hand-man, the submarine Captain calmly and decisively ordered, “Set one S Q and make depth 200 feet. Spin up all missiles, and prepare for full nuclear weapons launch. This is not a drill. Repeat, NOT a drill.”

The Chief of the Boat repeated his orders, “Set one S Q and make depth 200 feet. Spin up all missiles...”

Crimson Tide? Hackman and Denzel?

- sigh -

Okay. Back to my ugly teenage years...


I woke when my little sister Mirabelle lay on my bed next to me. I thought her long and shiny dark hair was pretty, and looked in her sparkly brown eyes. She asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“WHAT?”

“Not like a real kiss, just for practice. It’s not like I like you or anything. I want to know what it feels like, and practice so I can be good at it when I kiss a real boy.”

My sleep-addled mind replied, “Huh? I’m real?”

“No, I mean, you’re not a boyfriend. Can I?”

“Nah, I gotta pee and I’m hungry. Move.” I shambled to the bathroom, still half asleep. Luckily, I was wearing boxers. Unluckily, I forgot to close the bathroom door. As the last of my urine splashed into the toilet, she mused aloud, “So cool, how you can aim it.”

“MIRI!” I yanked my shorts up and shut the door in her face. A moment later, I realized I didn’t need to do anything else in the bathroom and opened it.

“I have a bunch of questions, too. Why did Lauren put her tongue in your mouth when she kissed you? And when she sucked you off, did you pee in her mouth?”

“Eeew! No! During sex it’s not pee that squirts out, it’s cum, semen. I heard some girls like it.”

“Can you show me?”

“You’re my sister!”

“Will it hurt you, if I just look? I ... I can try sucking it, if you want? Just for practice.” I was disturbed but a little aroused by the idea. She continued, “I’ll do you if you do me. Just for practice, please?”

I changed my mind and said, “If I let you, we keep it a secret. Never, ever tell a soul. Promise?”

“I promise.”

I poured cereal in a bowl and agreed, “Okay, after we eat. I’m starving.”


I was putting the dirty dishes in the sink when the phone rang. I ran and answered, “Hello?”

Mom said, “I’m going to pick up some stuff with Lianzo. We’ll be back around supper time, and Stephen will check on you at noon.”

“Who’s Lianzo?”

“My tall Jamaican friend, with the great big ... personality. Don’t mess up the house, okay?”

“Okay, Mom.”

“See you tonight. Bye.”

When I went to my room, Miri was sitting on my bed looking at her Men magazine and my Hustler. She pointed and asked, “This guy’s thing is weird. What’s wrong with it?”

I looked and explained, “He’s not circumcised. They take the extra skin off most guys when they’re babies.”

She pointed and asked, “And this girl has a little dick at the top of her pussy.”

“No, that’s a clit. Hers is really big. You have one, too. Let me see it.”

Her cheeks reddened as she bashfully said, “Okay, if you take your clothes off too.”

We looked each other over nude, and I must have answered another dozen questions before she asked, “So how do we start sex? You stick your penis in me?”

“No, you’re a virgin and I don’t want to pop your cherry. Your hymen. You should save it for a guy you really love. We can do other things, though. Mom’s out of town and Stephen won’t be here for a few hours, so we have time. Just try kissing me, nice and slow.” It was awkward, to say the least. It didn’t feel right, kissing my stepsister, until she held my penis and I put a hand on one of her little breast lumps. I told her, “Move your hand up and down, slow at first. Mmmm, that’s nice.” I licked one of her little nipples and started to suck it. “Yeah, Wally, I like that.”

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