If All Else Fails - illustrated - Cover

If All Else Fails - illustrated

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Chapter 7

True Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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  

When I woke in the morning, bright sunlight streamed through the window. I moved my lips off Lauren’s tit and fully closed my mouth. Something on my penis was warm and nice.

When I turned my head, I noticed Gramps standing in the doorway, staring at us! He put a finger to his lips. “Shhh!” He reached and pulled the corner of the blanket slowly, revealing my dick in my little sister’s hand and her other hand on Lauren’s pussy!

He smiled and quietly said, “Somebody had a good night! When they wake up, remind Lauren she needs to give me some, too.”

I harshly whispered, “What?”

He quietly replied, “Didn’t she tell ya? Her rent is a bath with me and a blowjob every weekend. It’s Saturday. None of her other boyfriends seem to mind. A couple of ‘em even like to watch.” He smiled again and walked out.

I was too disgusted for words. I struggled with my stomach and managed to avoid vomiting. I gently shook my little step-sister Miri awake. “Shhh! Get dressed. Quiet. We gotta go!”

We left Lauren asleep and stealthily walked out. On the way to our trailer, I explained about Gramps and Lauren’s ‘rent.’ Miri agreed with me. “Eeeew! They’re related and he’s SO OLD! That’s gross!” Mom was standing by the front door with a suitcase when we got home. Miri asked, “Where ya goin’?”

“I’m going out of town with the Fullmers for a week. Wally will stay with Peanuts and Mrs. Voss will watch you, Miri. If you need clothes or anything at home, Mrs. Voss has a spare key.”

Mr. Fullmer pulled up in his shiny red Cadillac and honked the horn. Mom hurried to the car and told us, “Be good while I’m gone! I’ll see you next week!” We waved goodbye as they drove away.

That evening we had dinner with Mrs. Voss. She made Rouladen, a traditional German dish with very thin pork chops rolled around thinly sliced carrots, onions, and dill pickles; covered in a red wine sauce. She served it with potato dumplings in a delicious pork gravy. We thought it was strange, but yummy. She even let us have a glass of red wine with it!

After dinner, we sat on the plastic-covered couch and watched another of her boring black and white movies. I was dozing off when Peanuts said, “So cute, she fell asleep.” My little step-sister Miri was leaning on him, snoring quietly. He said, “I’ll put her to bed. Good night.”

I was a little concerned when he carried her out the front door, but was very distracted by Mrs. Voss resting her hand on my thigh. She smiled and asked, “How about a better movie, Breakfast at Tiffany’s? I’ll get us some more wine.”

I was feeling a little drunk and thought it was boring, too, until she explained, “In this one, George Peppard plays a writer, Paul. He’s not really a writer, though. He’s a rich woman’s Lothario.”

I asked, “Lothario?”

She blushed while she explained, “Gigolo, a joy boy.”

I wasn’t sure I understood and asked, “Huh?”

“An older woman gives him money for sex. Audrey Hepburn plays Holly, a girl who does the same with rich old men.”

I thought that was hot, but tried to anticipate her feelings. I pretended a little, wrinkling my nose and saying, “Eeew!”

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