She didn't move while I dressed. She hadn't even peeked out by the time I left to make breakfast. But the magical scent of frying bacon drew her out. Morning broke with watery light and rain pummeling the window. New York was loud. I heard the sounds of morning rush-hour traffic, a pervasive and endless din. Horns tooted. Brakes screeched from sudden stops. I hated New York even more. I was uncomfortable. My unshaved stubble itched. My teeth felt like they were coated in a thin layer of slime. My body ached from sitting too long in the uncomfortable chair. She looked lost in the bed. As hard as I tried, I saw no resemblance to my brother or Margie. Bruises and swelling hid her face more effectively than stage makeup. Michelle was the reason I was here, so far from home. Morning arrived with dull gray light and howling winds and a cold room. Morning arrived with Michelle on her front, her head partially under the pillow, quilt pulled high. I looked at her quietly, not moving just appreciating her youthful beauty. Amazingly I grew erect just looking at her. Remembering the feel of her wonderful butt in my hand, I reached out under the covers and carefully placed my hand on her bum; so perfectly small and seductive, so damned sexy.

Michelle's mind wandered. A spark of excitement lit her up. That was it! Uncle Mitch missed having her in bed with him! It must be. Or . . . was she just imagining it? No! He missed her!!! I found ferocious jealousy, too. I couldn't imagine being without her. I couldn't even remember what I liked or found interesting before she entered my life. It was a pale, indistinct shadow of a memory. Slowly my heart calmed. Michelle was sexy and soft and lovable in my arms. She smelled delicious. And when she sighed and murmured, trying to cuddle closer to me, I quite lost myself. There was no trace of regret in me. I wanted more. I wanted her. I'd just experienced something completely new and suddenly I felt jealous even though we were alone. I didn't want to share. I didn't want anyone else to feel what I had felt at that moment. She was mine, no one else's, only mine. A friendly community of like-minded porn-freaks. Publish your stories for critical acclaim. Contribute to the many ongoing conversations or start your own. Lots to do here, this is a place about everything sexual, and other stuff too. Just beware of room 1403 unless you want to get roughed by pretty girls!

Nooooo. Can't say that I have," Kevin answered then added a grin revealing tobacco-stained teeth. "I'm not sure there's ever been a need for him to hug me." I liked the gentle arousal she caused. It had been too long since being with anyone. I liked the balance; an attraction to her personality and to her as a girl. Whether it was because of her activities with her mother and father or not, I enjoyed the sexual excitement she aroused in me. I shouldn't have, but I did. What I said was true though, those past few weeks, all those interactions had been initiated by me, not him. The winter storm passed leaving behind a pristine wilderness that reflected the sun's light painfully. The drive was plowed, paths cleared, horses released into the exercise fields to burn off energy.

Michelle described sneaking into their bed every morning starting when she was four or five years old. She told me about seeing her parents play around, kissing and touching and laughing. She told me how she watched them make love and how normal it seemed. I listened with increasing amazement as Michelle described her gradual increase in sexual play with her parents. By eight years old she experienced her first orgasm from her mother's mouth. She liked it when her father did it, too.All things within this archive are based upon two premises. First it must be free! And second, it must have something to do with the world of erotica! I glanced at her eyes, so observant and aware. There was no mischief, no smiles, no obvious artifice. A very pretty little ten-year-old girl was asking me quite honestly if I wanted to engage in sex with her. I smiled slightly. "I'm sure, but thanks," I said. I cuddled her for the next half an hour, replaying every sensation and every sound. I'd never experienced such a sweet orgasm as Michelle's and I was absolutely convinced I was going to do everything in my power to experience it again and again and again. The Kristen Archives is based upon Kristen’s collection of erotic stories. It was begun by her in 1997 and has been built on extensively since then. You will find every type of sexual situation covered in these stories; there have been no judgments made as far as subject. In the archive, you will find well over 15,000 erotic stories, plus illustrated archives, Kristen’s own stories, as well as the archives of respected writers whose works have been posted to the alt.sex.stories.moderated and alt.sex.stories newsgroups. thekristenarchives

I’ve seen pictures were you were holding me as a babe and you carried me with your hand there.” I replied. “When did it become too intimate? It hasn’t changed much, except for some hair.” didn’t seem an option at the time. I kinda felt I’d gone too far, that last week of summer. Yet I still longed for his touch. What had changed Mitch's mind? Now more than ever she wanted to learn. Oh to be able to ride all day, free to go anywhere with Dracula running at her side!

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