"Matt is Celia's big brother and I had sex with him in the bathroom at the zoo. I never thought my life story was worth telling until I could say things like that."
Hannah and Celia are best friends and college roommates. When Celia's family comes to stay for a relaxing weekend, Hannah is suprised and aroused to discover Matt, Celia's pro-athelete big brother, masturbating while everyone else is asleep. From there a fiery, uncontrollable desire moves them closer and closer together, only punctured by the fear of what will happen when Celia finds out her big brother is sleeping with her best friend...
This bundle includes three erotic stories and totals 12,100 words (roughly 34 printed pages.) These tales are intended for mature audiences only and include explicit depicitons of sex, masturbation, voyeurism, anal sex, and breeding. Catch up on this exciting saga!
Matt scanned the area around us. He leaned in close to me. "Are you crazy?" "What?" I asked, making sure my voice wasn't as wounded as I felt. "We already made one mistake," he said. "I can't let us make two." "You didn't like it?" I asked. "Hannah, of course I liked it," he sighed. "But you're juggling the heart of your best friend. That's my sister. It's just too risky." "Nothing happened," I said. "We're fine. Nobody knows." Matt filled his pockets with his hands and closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath into his chest. "Make it look natural," he said quietly. "Make what look natural?" I asked. "There's a handicapped stall. I will go in first. Then, you come in a few minutes later," he instructed. "Make sure nobody sees you, okay? Nobody." I chewed on my tongue for a minute. "Okay. Nobody will see me." "I'm serious, Hannah," he warned. "This is… This is so crazy." I didn't have a response. He puffed up his cheeks and let the air out slowly as he walked away. The steel door to the bathroom stall closed with a cold click. I pulled my cell phone from my purse and idly browsed my messages while I counted in my head. 43, 44, 45... I wasn't nearly as nervous as Matt seemed to be. Nobody I knew was around. It was such a big city that the chances of getting spotted were slim to none. Why was he so scared? It was unusual for shy, old me to have more courage than a professional daredevil. Clunk. Brush brush. Clunk. The unmistakable sound of a teenage pavement sweeper drew nearer and nearer. I turned my head. In the distance, I saw a young girl in a khaki colored uniform dragging cigarette butts and drinking straws into a plastic dustbin. A thumping disrupted my concentration. It was coming from the handicapped stall. That must have meant he was ready. I ignored the sweeping teen and disappeared behind the metal door. Outside, the placard flipped to a bright red warning. Occupied.