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Authors name: Terry Webster (Anon Address)
Story title : Gilmore Girls: Life is Sweet - 3
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Gilmore Girls: Life is Sweet - 3
(F-mast, FFF, MF, inc, veg)
by Terry Webster (Anon Address)
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My Sister Nicole and I have always been close, and after the passing of our parents a few years back, we have grown even closer. After our parents died, we decided it would be better for us to be close to each other for the support. Well, that turned out more literal that expected. I got kicked out of my apartment and am now living with Nicole. I’m not a freeloader, and I split all the bills with her. We have been living together for about four years.
I have always loved my sister, and I’ve always looked out for her in school. Over the past few years though, my love for Nicole has become more . . . Refined. Lately, I have been thinking about her in ways that most other people would consider the ultimate taboo. I began having sensual and erotic dreams about her. Our bodies Glistening with sweat, wrapped up in the forbidden practice of incest. I thought about her round breasts, shining with sweat and bouncing lightly as I made love to her in my dreams. I fantasized about her sweet moans and soft lips. Over time, my lust began to eat away at me. I wanted to tell Nicole how much I loved her, but was afraid she would shut me out of her life. Finally, after several months of this torture, I decided to make the two of us a nice dinner to lighten the mood when I presented to her my confession. The dinner was quite quiet while I worked up the last bit of courage to be able to tell her. After what seemed like an eternity, I began the much dreaded conversation.
“Uh, Nicole?”
“What’s up Eli?”
I got a rather uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. You know, the one that feels like eight tons of lead hitting the bottom of your stomach at eight hundred miles per hour?
“There is something . . . there is something I want to tell you.”
My face, at this point, felt like it was on fire. I also thought the dinner we were eating would come back up to say hello.
“Now, I hope you don’t get mad or feel uncomfortable, but this is about you and I feel you should be aware.”
Her expression went slack and she raised an eyebrow.
“Really? What is it?”
“Well. Uh,” I coughed. My heart was racing and I began to feel more and more ill from the stress this was bringing upon me.
“Well?…Eli?”
“You see, I’ve been looking out for you since we were kids. You know how close we’ve always been?
“Yeah . . . so?”
“Well, since we’ve lived together, my feelings for you have gotten more and more . . . ”
The pause lasted what seemed like hours
“Nicole, I’ve developed a sexual attraction toward you.”
Nicole just stared for a moment. Her eye’s glazed over a little bit. Without a word, she sat down her silverware, folded her napkin, sat it on her plate, stood up, and walked to her room.
My stomach turned as I yelled at myself inside. I had screwed up. I was sure of it. I continued to beat myself up inside as I did the dishes, took a shower, brushed my teeth and went to bed. As I laid there, hating myself for telling my sister, I heard her come out of her room and get in the shower. I ended up falling asleep to the subtle sound of the shower water in the other room.
The dreams continued. I dreamed about my sister again. I dreamed of her shutting off the shower and coming into my room without even bothering to dry off and dress herself. I dreamed she crawled up from the foot of my bed, dripping wet, and taking my penis in her soaked hands. The dream continued vividly. We were wrapped up together again. It was a dream of the wonderful way a brother and sister could express love for each other. My dream faded as we reached orgasm together.
I woke up feeling rather refreshed, and determined to right things with Nicole. As I sat at the dining room table, drinking coffee, Nicole came out of the bathroom, ready for work. She nodded and smiled at me.
“Good morning, Eli.”
“Uh . . . good morning?”
She was acting as though the awkward dinner had never happened. She went about the morning like always.
“Hey, Eli”
Oh god, I thought to myself, here it comes.
“What’s up?”
“Dinner last night was delicious, thank you.”
Now, this was strange. I got up the nerve to apologize.
“Hey, Nicole, I’m sorry about last night, I don’t know what I was thin-“
She cut me off with a loving smile.
“Don’t worry about it. To tell you the truth, I’m not surprised. I Hear you moaning my name in your sleep almost every night. Things like this happen . . . oh and by the way,” A Cheshire grin spread across her face “thank you for that wonderful dessert as well.”
“What are you talking about . . . there was no dessert.”
Without a word, she walked by me, still grinning, and ran her finger along my crotch as she left for work.

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I have always been a naughty girl with a fantasy for tasting my daddy’s cock.
I’ve always wanted to come home to my room to find my dad laying on my bed naked with his legs wide open.
Mom is off to work so Dad is going to teach me how to please his ass and cock properly.
I would love to be made to slide my tongue in daddy’s tight asshole and lick it until he tells me I’ve been a good girl girl. Then he slides his cock in my mouth and rewards me with cum.
I’ve always wanted a daddy who will make me do naughty slutty things.

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