Shiranai Atsune

Ryan Mashall

Chesire Shironeko (ayyy)

In response to Kurochan :

No. I do not plagiarise anyone, in fact I don't even read KPOP nor do I listen to that anymore nor do I know what the fuck is that HAHAHAHAHA I AM SERIOUS! I thought I made myself clear that I'm inspired BY THE REAL PROMPT ITSELF /coughcoughs AND A MALAYSIAN MOVIE. To be honest, this idea is actually popular so there are many writing them. BUT HEY, I MADE LOTS OF RESEARCH when I was sixteen, I worked hard for it because I don't want it to have the same ending as other prompts, so I don't choose typical death this time. In fact, I also gain inspiration from The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks and so on, before connecting the pieces. (I'm saying I ain't cheap enough to copy someone else, if I do I'll ask permission to use the same idea but I'll alter the ideas). I felt the need to defend my story, and yeah - that kinda hurts me.

Warning : Horny basketball sessions.

Love Me For Thirty Days

"I'm here. I love you. I don't care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it—I will love you through that, as well. If you don't need the medication, I will love you, too. There's nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me."

― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

It felt odd when it should not have been odd. And when it should have been right, it felt like it was going to be wrong all over again. That one morning, a certain blunette was able to rise in the morning to find a pair of dual-coloured eyes captured his soft, pallid blue — thrumming heartbeat rushing a sudden adrenaline, he couldn't stop smiling — he couldn't stop feeling.

What had felt wrong back then, it all felt like it was right now.

"Morning," he giddily wished, attempting to cover half of his face with the quilt only to be stopped by the taller Akashi himself. One finger slid to the quilt, and he slowly peeled the covers away from the whining blunette.

"I'd like to see your face," why were they whispering? It was morning, and they were all by themselves. But the ghastly words ghosting over thin lips seemed to double their intimacy even more, so Tetsuya could never care less. "And morning to you too, Tetsuya."

Oh the way his name was purred, each syllables rolled at the tip of his tongue, the blunette knew he could not take any more of these warm feelings. Each second he was within the range close to his spouse, the redder his face had became. Brighter than the scarlet tufts, than that one eye with the shade of raw blood.

"We really need to get up," he squeaked, "We spent the whole day cuddling, for Kami's sake."

"Hey, today's weekend too," Seijuurou leaned down to peck at his tiny nose. He missed this kind of moment on which they just do nothing for the whole day, only to be in each others' arms; he missed the sensation of having to feel the smaller one squirming in delight because of him. "Let's just do some stupid stuffs today."

The redhead resumed his thoughts. There were so many things they could do at this moment, like taking advantage of Tetsuya's polaroid for an instance — or they could just cuddle — or they could ride their way to another part of town, had a nice dinner there — or they could just cuddle.

Or the fact that they could do a part of the deal, or many parts of it if Tetsuya wanted to.

"You're thinking about that again. . ." he heard a low, slightly down groan from said Tetsuya, pallid blue eyes intently watching him deriving his thoughts.

Seijuurou, of course, couldn't stop his scowl even if he wanted to. "It doesn't make sense, Tetsuya."

"We don't make sense?"

"No. . . Not us," he huffed, hauling himself to sit — Seijuurou was topless, that was what had make the blunette so hot, he was almost burning — "The deal, it doesn't make sense."

Tetsuya, by now, had joined the other by his side, he slid one hand past the other man's arm and landed his palm against a built chest, resting one cherub cheek against the back. "We might as well rejoice thirty days of fucked up drama, don't you think so?"

"Do you still wanted to. . .?" Seijuurou heaved out a sigh, long and shaky and thoughtful and stressed. "I thought everything's fine."

Tetsuya was silent.

They both knew the answer fairly well. If everything was fine, the squeeze in their chests would have stopped since yesterday, the over thinking would go away and their heads would be clear. But no, life doesn't simply solve its way easy in a maze of challenges.

"This isn't about me anymore, it's for you. This deal, this divorce, this pain that only you would carry out in the future. By then, I'd be a spouse by name and by signature on some papers, but I won't even remember who this. . ." the blunette trailed, even with determination in azure pools, deep morose was written all over his face. He pulled the redhead to face toward him, and cupping gently at Seijuurou's cheeks, and so he continued; "this amazing man I've met ever since I'm in secondary school, this amazing man I've spent almost half of my life by now, I wouldn't remember you, Sei." He gulped, "It would pain me as much as it pains you soon."

"B-But," oh dear Kami, since when he had started to tremble. Seijuurou glanced at the slight quiver at one hand, terrified at the commotion — of every commotions that occurred now — but he only calmed down slightly when he felt the cold touch against his face again, and he leaned closer to the touch, seeking closer. "Where would you go?"

"In your heart," the blunette snorted.

The two laughed at how cheesy that sounded, but there was a crippling truth to the cringe.

"Well I can't deny that."

"I know you'll love me," Tetsuya's mischief multiplied, "Forever."

Seijuurou's whole built was racking with a different kind of vibration as he held back his laughter, "No, Tetsuya. Stop being cheesy."

"Said the one who wanted to cuddle since yesterday," snorted the said smaller man, leaning closer until both of their foreheads were touching, "What were you saying just now? I want to see your face, or something like that," It was funny that he mocked Seijuurou's voice. That was, of course, a rare occurrence. Despite the mockery, the redhead had to admit Tetsuya would make a better actor.

"Oh — Did I just said that?" the redhead smirked, "I'll take it back."

He pulled the covers and dove them back into it, diving into Tetsuya's playful screams and soon enough, they were drowning in each others' arms again.

And so, Seijuurou did brought him somewhere — not downtown, of course. As wealthy as he was, and the fact that it made Tetsuya had good fortunes to wed one with a lot of cash and properties, he knew the blunette wasn't one to fancy lavished restaurants or high class bistros. Instead, the redhead sneaked some wine from his office, an overseas brand of course — Lapostolle's — packed up the Jell-Os and convenience store ham sandwiches Sakura had been storing in their fridge; and brought him all the way to the Seirin.

The blunette looked at him with an incredulous expression, eyeing the redhead but putting up a smile which meant full trust.

"Basketball? Really?"

Seijuurou shrugged, "Couldn't find any other ways to entertain you," a small curl on his lips, "Besides, nobody's here to interfere us anyway," he closed their gaps of in-between, until both bodies were pressed against each other and he ravished the smaller male's luscious lips, "I get to attack you for real, of course," he purred.

Tetsuya giggled before pushing him off, "Ah, screw you Sei-kun! Well, if we're gonna play, we might as well play for real." There was a glint of shared mischief in his blue eyes, the redhead took the hint very well.

They started the game, feeling very well like their teenage selves once again. The two of them, in sweatshirts and swift, cautious movements. It started out fair, according to Seijuurou at least. It was adorable, how the blunette tried to regain his skills once again. That doesn't mean he was not as sloppy though. But the fact that Tetsuya was attempting to steal the orange ball from Seijuurou's strong grip, and each time he slid himself close to the redhead, he moved behind Tetsuya to grope on his ass.

Multiple times, in fact.

Tetsuya tried closing their gaps once again, but he slid his arm against the blunette's chest, brushing against his sensitive part before turning and threw the ball straight to the loop.

The taller Akashi retained himself from laughing.

"That's cheating!" After only twenty minutes of the game, Tetsuya was already a flushing mess.

"Are you calling quits now?" He smirked slyly.

If that's how you want to play the game, so be it. Tetsuya gritted his teeth, regaining his wasted breathe (he was trying to kept himself from being horny). "Of course not."

What seemed like a dance between those two for a sharp five minutes, between twirling to protect his possession (the ball, okay) and having to grind his ass against Seijuurou's own sensitive front area (blessed the gods, he was wearing thin material). He heard the redhead groaning, but he kept his chase to the point before noticing the redhead keeping up to him, and having him wrapped around strong arms. Retaliating, Tetsuya opted to continue his schemes, but he clumsily threw the ball before knowing the redhead was pulling him to fall against the cold surface.

It was just miracle that the ball successfully slid into the net, and the two went into an amazed pause for a brief while until the redhead ghosted his lips over Tetsuya's shell of ear. "Playing sneaky, aren't you?"

"You, hn," the blunette was totally feeling it, the heat and lust singing in the ambience, "You're the one starting it, ah —"

Since he was on top of the taller male, he felt Seijuurou's south region tenting up. Squirming was making the hard on worst, and it wasn't helping that Seijuurou was violating his ear, his neck and then his collarbone.

It started from small bites, chaste and experimental, to the pink tongue poking out to give long, exploring licks to his neck. Then, it became a mix of two — biting, nibbling, licking and basically ravishing every part of his body. The blunette couldn't contain himself anywhere, wantonly moaning without shame.

Two bodies against cold surface of a basketball court. Somewhere far, the orange ball was left forsaken and forgotten.

One hand traveled south, tugging the rubber band of Tetsuya's jogging pants and pushed the garments to release the pained, leaking member whilst grinding his own against perky ass. Another hand was busy occupying itself with a pert nipple; tugging, twisting, pinching.

"S-Sei, we're in. . . hn," he mumbled incoherently but the redhead was still going on with his demonstrations. His voice was getting louder, he just hoped they were actually, truly alone in his old school.

Fingers stroking his member, languid and cherishing the moment — but Tetsuya was becoming impatient, he signaled the redhead with a long moan, and a thrust of his hip against the crotch below him. In response, Seijuurou growled back and his pace quickened before releasing his grasp — Tetsuya hadn't even cum yet. Soon, the fingers traveled elsewhere — somewhere lower and in centre, prodding his entrance with two digits in an instant.

"Oh — th-there." Seijuurou was knuckles deep, digging into Tetsuya's prostrate, fondling with it and scissoring his area. It felt odd, that he could still remembered every area of the blunette's body.

"Kami, I don't think I can wait anymore," the redhead whispered close to his ear, lips occasionally kissing the reddened tip. With both south and north region occupied, he couldn't help but released a long, throaty voice — singing straight to Seijuurou's dick.

"Oh Kami, oh — S-Sei, did you just got bigger?!"

"I can't help it," he flipped the frail blunette to face him, and soon their foreheads and lips made contact. They kissed hard and desperate, tongues lapping against each other and their hums sent ripples to their spine.

Too much pleasure building up, both of their members stroking each other, their hips thrusting uncontrollably. By now, Seijuurou had his hands exploring the curves and edges of his lower body, smoothing over the plump butt cheeks and traveled higher to his back, whilst the blunette could only helplessly run his tongue in Seijuurou's mouth and clinging to his dear neck.

"P-Put it in, S-Seiiii. . ." it was like he was singing in pure pleasure. Seijuurou loved that.

When he only made it from the tip, the smaller male had began thrusting his hip erratically as if he was vibrating, and white strands of liquid squirting out from his small dick.

Seijuurou couldn't help laughing, a breathy one which aroused the other male even more. "Wild, aren't we?"

"I. . ." if he could go any redder than now, he would, but his whole face was a bright scarlet shade, almost as if he was glowing. The blunette rested his face against Seijuurou's shoulder bone, "Just go."

Without anymore hesitation, Seijuurou pushed in, and Tetsuya gasped out a finally from his breathe. The thrusts were quick in each second, wild and desperate for release. It was like Seijuurou was getting bigger from just listening to the sounds Tetsuya was making.

Too hot. He was just too hot for the redhead to handle.

Closed eyes, flushed cheeks and tongue lolling out as if gasping for air, soft blue tufts sticking on the sweaty forehead, his bangs bouncing along the tempo of his thrust.

It felt too good.

Deeper, and deeper. Way balls deeper, until he could feel himself reaching the spot just as easy. To the point, he wasn't even going in and out, the light push was suffice to make the blunette trembling with pure goodness.

"Sei, Sei, Seiiii. . ."

"Tetsuya. . ." the name rolled against his tongue, tasted like heaven when he said it.

It felt right when once upon a time, he had felt so wrong.

And when the two released, Seijuurou cumming deep inside Tetsuya — the two dreaded for next week to come to finally seal what they have built within their precious twenty-two days.

"I love you, Sei," Tetsuya whimpered, pressing himself against the redhead who was still inside him somehow. He clung to the redhead, seeking the comfort that was the afterglow.

And this time, Seijuurou responded with an equal of three words.

Mozu : I know it's been a month! I know I've been busy with South Park, but tadah!

I love you all, I love this fandom, I love how through this story I gain friends. I promise I'll finish it this year!

-Mozu The Mochi (2018)


A/N: WOOT! It's finally here! YES YES YES! I've been waiting to write this and post it since I ended WAC and I finally get to do it! I'M SO EXCITED! Weeeeeee!...Ahem...anyway, I just wanted to give some background info before you go and read this.

This is set in December (starts on precisely December 20th), and Jonas has matured quite a bit since he moved in with Cody, as you will see. He's still the crazy weirdo you all love though, so no worries. :D

Now, go read! And please don't forget to review!

Piece of Cake

Chapter One – Part One: Ten Minutes to find that Handbook or You're on Your Own

(Jonas's P.O.V.)

"That is not the end."

"Yeah. It is."

"What?! It can't be! Is there a sequel?"

"What the heck!?" I whined, gaping at the TV. On it, the movie credits were rolling up the screen to very depressing music. It made me want to throw a shoe at the TV. But unfortunately, I didn't have a shoe anywhere near me so I just turned to Cody and frowned. "Never show me that movie—or any like it, for that matter—again."

"Why not?" Cody asked as he got off his bed. I watched him shut his TV off and take the movie out of the DVD player. He looked back up at me as he shut the case. "It's a good movie."

"No! It's not!" I told him. "There was no happy ending! They all died at the end—actually, you don't even know that! The movie just ended! It was horrible! HORRIBLE!"

Cody blinked at me, a dazed expression on his face for a moment before a large grin replaced it. He let go of the DVD case he was holding, letting it fall to the floor, then jumped—yeah, jumped— on the bed and tackled me. Air rushed out of my lungs as I hit the mattress, coming out in an 'oomph' sound. I heard Cody chuckle as he nuzzled his face into my neck and wrapped his arms around my stomach. His breath tickled my skin when he gave a content sigh. A smile slowly crept across my face and I closed my eyes.

This was so comfortable; I wanted to fall asleep like this.

So comfy…

…so perfect.

"Gaweyeluffou," he said against my neck and my eyebrows came together in confusion.

"When did you learn how to speak Alien?" I asked him. Cody laughed again, turning his head slightly so it was now resting on my chest.

"I wasn't speaking alien," Cody said as he hugged me tighter. I pursed my lips and poked him in the side.

"Then what'd you say?"

He shook his head then nuzzled his face back into the crook of my neck. "Nuffin."

"Oh, all right." I said even though I didn't believe him. But I knew it would have been pointless to keep pushing him, so I dropped it and closed my eyes, letting it fall silent in Cody's room as we continued to lie together.

Honestly, I was still getting used to things like this, even after almost three months. For the most part though, I was comfortable with hugs, handholding and quick kisses. Those were easy and practically normal to me now. It was when Cody would make the quick kisses into long ones that made my head swim and my body feel like it was no longer my body that I still wasn't used to. Not that I didn't like them, because I did. It was just…when those happened I wasn't quite sure what to do.

After a couple more minutes of just laying there, Cody groaned and sat up. I opened my eyes to watch him, missing the weight and the heat of his body resting on mine.

He looked around his room and ran a hand through his hair. I grinned because it was all poofy now and looked funny, and then laughed when he yawned, making him look even funnier. He reminded me of an electrocuted leprechaun, at the moment. And like he could hear what I was thinking, Cody turned towards me and shot me a look.

"Don't even say it," he said through another yawn. I smirked up at him and grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him down towards me. Cody raised one of his eyebrows at me, refusing to move, but I just rolled my eyes at him and yanked him down.

"I wasn't going to say anything," I told him, flattening his hair down. His eyes fell closed and he smiled as I did.

"Yes, you were. I know you…" Cody mumbled then leaned the rest of the way down until his lips brushed mine. Instantly, my eyes closed and I sighed. I leaned up to him as Cody pressed his mouth harder against mine, lightly sucking on my bottom lip for a moment before pulling away. I opened my eyes again lazily to see him still hovering over me. I smiled up at him and he smiled back before he rested his head back on my chest. Then after a couple of seconds, Cody sighed.

"We should probably go to bed," he said sleepily. "It's two o'clock and we've got school later."

I yawned then said, "We're going to have a snow day."

"On the last day before vacation? No. I doubt it," Cody said, hugging me tighter and snuggling his face into my chest. I smiled again.

"How many times have I been right?" I asked as I poked him in the side a couple of times.

"…Every time…" he grumbled, grabbing my hand to make me stop. I laughed a little and laced my fingers with his. He squeezed my hand gently.

"Mom's working tonight, so stay in here," Cody mumbled. "She won't find out."

"Okay," I said with a grin then sat up so I could turn off the lamp on Cody's bedside table. He grunted when I moved and tugged me back down once the light was off. He pulled me over to him so my back was pressed against his chest and draped one of his arms over my waist. I squirmed just a little bit to get more comfortable then relaxed, taking his hand again. Cody rested his head against the back of mine and I felt him inhale deeply. Grinning, I turned my head so I could just see his outline out of the corner of my eye.

"Are you smelling me?" I asked teasingly.

"Maybe…" Cody mumbled and I laughed.

Cody tightened his hold around my waist and leaned up so his mouth was right above my ear. "Like you should talk," he said then turned my face towards him. His lips touched mine again for a brief moment before he pulled away. "Goodnight, Jonas."

"Night, Cody," I whispered back, closing my eyes and falling asleep within minutes because I was so comfortable.

I always was when I was with Cody.

The next morning, I woke up with my face pressed into one of Cody's pillows. I groaned and spread my arms out, feeling around for any sign of Cody. He wasn't on either side of me though, and I frowned. Cody never got up before me. Normally, I woke up before everyone. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. Something strange was afoot.

I glanced at the digital clock on Cody' beside table to see that it was almost eight-thirty, half an hour after school should have started. That meant I had once again been right about us having a snow day. I smirked to myself, remembering to brag about it to Cody later, and closed my eyes again as I snuggled back into his pillows and blankets. But even though they all smelled like Cody, it wasn't the same as having him curled up next to me like he normally was when I woke up.

Dang it! Where was he?

I opened my eyes and looked around his room, searching for something that might have told me where he was. Before I found anything though, the door opened and Cody walked in, wearing only a towel around his waist. I felt my cheeks heat up as I watched him walk across the room to his dresser. Water was still dripping down his body; I could see it glistening on his back. The mental image of running my hands along his spine flashed through my mind and I flushed even harder.

Cody was being extra careful and quiet as he got his clothes out of his dresser which told me he thought I was still asleep. I grinned—how thoughtful of him!—though, seeing as I was already awake, he was kind of wasting his time. I grinned ever wider at an idea.

It was time to put my ninja skills into action.

Slowly, I got out of bed, trying to be as silent as possible as I crept across the room towards Cody. He was completely oblivious to what I was doing, and I managed to get right behind him without him noticing. Smiling triumphantly to myself, I poked him in both sides of his stomach, making him jump and drop his clothes. He turned around with a wide-eyed look and I started laughing the moment I saw his expression.

Muahahahaha! My ninja skills were more awesome than his!

"Good morning," I said happily, still laughing a little bit.

Cody narrowed his eyes at me. "Morning….when did you get up?"

"'Bout five minutes ago," I told him as I picked up the clothes he dropped because of me. I held them out for him, smiling at him.

"Thanks…" he said, taking the clothes. But instead of holding onto them, Cody let them drop back down to the floor then he smirked at me. My eyes widened as I recognized that glint in his eyes and I tried to take a couple of quick steps back to get away from him.

Before I could though, he grabbed my wrist then pulled me forward, causing me to fall into his chest. Cody locked his arms around my waist so a hand was on either side of my stomach. I shook my head at him but he just grinned and started tickling me.

Laughing, I squirmed in his arms to try to get away, but it didn't work. Even though I had had a growth spurt and was now as tall as him, maybe just a little bit taller, Cody was till stronger than me. The only thing I could do was plead for him to stop while laughing and struggling to get free. And all of those thing were rather tiring on their own; combined they were exhausting.

"Cody!" I gasped out through a laugh. "Please stop! Can't breath!"

Cody stopped tickling me and I basically collapsed against his chest, gasping for air. He laughed a little then wrapped his arms around my lower back to hug me.

"So…you were right about us having a snow day." he said after a moment

I smirked. "I know. So…do I have the right to say 'I told you so'?"

"No," Cody said, poking me in the side once more. I let out a short laugh and grabbed his hand.

"Well, I think I'm going to anyway," I told him with a grin. "I told you we'd have a snow d—"

Cody cut the rest of my sentence off by kissing me. I gave a surprised gasp as he also spun me around and pinned me between him and his dresser. He smiled against my lips then I felt his tongue slide over my lower one and I shivered, closing my eyes.

My mind went completely hazy; the only thoughts I had that were comprehensible were those of Cody and what he was doing. My body seemed to be super sensitive to him, and when his tongue slipped into my mouth, my knees went weak. I was suddenly glad I was pinned up against the dresser. If I hadn't been, I probably would have been on the floor right now.

Cody took his hands off my back and slowly ran them up my chest until his fingers were tangled in my hair. His tongue was still assaulting my mouth as he did too, but it wasn't like I minded because it felt good—

Maybe too good since I was pretty sure I was the one who had just made that rather embarrassing noise. I didn't seem to have control over my body either. My hands were roaming Cody's bare back, feeling every muscle there was and every bone of his spine. His skin felt so good against my fingers…

Cody began sucking on my tongue and I was sure my brain was about ready to overload. Another embarrassing noise escaped my throat and it was too much. I pulled away from him, breaking our kiss.

We stared at each other for a moment, both of us breathing heavier than normal. Then Cody smirked at me and I immediately blushed. After pushing him back a bit so I was no longer pinned between him and the dresser, I started to walk towards the door and avoided making eye contact with him.

"I'm taking a shower," I mumbled with my hand on the doorknob. But before I could open the door, Cody grabbed my other hand and made me look at him.

"You took a shower last night," he said with a Cheshire grin. "You're just embarrassed and want to get away from me."

My cheeks flamed red again and I refused to look at him, making Cody chuckled. We both knew he was right.

"You're so adorable," he told me and I snapped my gaze up to his, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Do not patronize me!"

"I'm not." Cody smirked.

"Yes, you are!" I said as I yanked my hand out of his and pointed a finger at him. "You know I hate being called that! I am not adorable; I am male! Therefore I can not be adorable because males aren't adorable."

Cody grinned at me. "Jonas, I'm aware that you're male, but you're still adorable. And cute, too."

"That's it!" I exclaimed, opening the door. "I'll be in the kitchen. You can join me when you've decided that you're not going to be condescending anymore."

"Okay. I promise I won't call you cute or adorable ever again," Cody said with a smile that I knew meant he didn't really mean what he said and then he began following me out of his room. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Um…aren't you forgetting something?" I asked.

Cody gave me a confused look. "Like what?"

"Well…maybe the fact that you're still only wearing a towel." I pointed out, trying not to think about how he had been that way when we had been kissing too. I blushed a little since thinking about not thinking about it made me think about it.

After mentally smacking myself, I concentrated on the issue at hand—getting Cody to put some clothes on. I doubted I would be able to stand it for much longer if I continued to see him practically naked with his perfect abs that I was jealous of and just wanted to run my hands over, and the tip of his tattoo that was just barely visible from the top of his towel that every time I saw part of it, I wanted to see the whole thing.

And that was no different right now. I wanted to see that whole star, even if that meant making Cody completely naked.

Whoa. Dirty and inappropriate thoughts, Jonas. Very dirty and inappropriate. You should probably stop now before you start acting on them.

Hmm…Little voice inside my head, that actually didn't sound like such a bad idea…

Then just rip his towel off. You know you want to…

Yes, I did.

My eyes widened at all of the thoughts going through my head and I flushed a deeper shade of red than before. Cody gave me a strange look but I just turned away from him again and began walking towards the stairs.

"Get some clothes on, Cody." I told him and Cody laughed.

"Wanna help me?"

I faltered in my steps and stood in the middle of the hallway for a moment, trying to figure out whether I wanted to run down the stairs or if I wanted to turn back around and take him up on that offer more. Instead of doing either of those things though, I just shook my head and took a deep breath to calm myself. But it didn't really work since my face still felt like it was on fire and the little voice inside my head was telling me turn back around.

"I'm…I'm going to go get breakfast," I said, carefully walking the rest of the way to the stairs. Cody laughed again from his doorway, telling me he'd be down in a few minutes, before he shut his door. I then made my way to the kitchen, almost tripping on nothing a couple of times.

Seriously, I did that so much that I was starting to think that there were little invisible alien creatures that sat in random places, just waiting for some unsuspecting person to walk into them and fall on their face. It made a lot of sense, because why else would I be stumbling every couple of steps I took? It definitely wasn't because my pajamas pants were too long.

Not at all.

With a sigh, I sat down at the kitchen island counter and grabbed a green apple from the fruit basket. Using the sleeve of my hoodie, I rubbed off that waxy stuff on it until it was shiny then took a bite.

Mmmm…green apples…

Delicious, just like lollipops.

I loved lollipops, especially green apple ones.

Mmmm…green apples…

I took the last bite of my delicious green apple then tossed the core towards the garbage. But since my aim is horrible, I missed it by maybe six feet.

Huffing in irritation, I got up and threw the apple core away properly then sat back down. I looked around the kitchen, trying to find something to concentrate on since I no longer had my delicious apple to focus on eating. And when I found nothing, I started thinking about the number one thing that had been invading my thoughts for the past two weeks.

Well, not really Cody; more like my relationship with him.

We'd been together for about three months, and at first it had been slightly awkward with me being…well, me. But after we had gotten past those things, everything had turned out great. Everything was great. Cody was so nice and I knew that he cared about me a lot. I cared about him a lot too, so I knew we were solid.

The thing was though, three months was a while and being teenage boys…well, I knew there was probably a chance that Cody wanted to…take things further… I could kind of tell by the times we had made out. When it had gotten very intense—the times that when I thought about made me blush crimson—it was there in the way Cody kissed me and the look in his eyes when suddenly pulled away, panting for breath. And it wasn't like I had a problem or was scared to…um…become more intimate… It was just…I didn't exactly know how to make it happen.

I knew Cody had it set in his mind that he needed to take things slow with me and would never just do something without knowing for sure that I was okay with it. He would never pressure me into anything; that was clear from the way he always stopped things before it went anywhere. I just wished I knew how to let him know I wouldn't mind letting it go somewhere without coming right out and saying it since that would be awkward.

Very awkward…

If only I knew how to…initiate things myself.

But I didn't.

I gave a frustrated huff then put my head down on the counter top. This was so difficult. No matter how often I thought this—and I thought about it a lot—it just didn't get any easier. I was completely clueless when it came to this kind of stuff. And that really wasn't such a big surprise seeing how I had never had a relationship with anyone before Cody. I was new at this—a beginner—but I was trying. Just…I didn't really know what I was doing.

Did they make a handbook for this stuff?

I heard footsteps in the hallway and a few seconds later, Cody appeared in the kitchen. I picked my head off the counter as he walked over to the refrigerator, watching him open it. He stood there for a while before he shook his head and let the door close. I smiled a little as Cody opened one of the cupboards and then shut it a moment later.

He always did this in the morning; he'd look through everything, trying to find something to eat but always would just take a piece of fruit from the counter in the end. And sure enough, after spending about five minutes searching the kitchen, Cody picked up the orange from the basket I had gotten my apple out of. I laughed a little and shook my head slightly at him.

"What?" Cody asked as he peeled his orange, sitting down in the seat on the opposite side of the island from me.

"Nothing," I said.

"Mhm. Sure," he said sarcastically, narrowing his eyes. I grinned at him then stood up and began walking towards the living room.

"I'm going to go watch cartoons," I told him.

"And leave me all alone?" Cody asked and I turned back around to look at him to see that he was mock pouting at me. I rolled my eyes at him playfully.

"You're mobile. Or has an angry pixie eaten one of your legs off while I wasn't looking?"

Cody laughed. "No. I still have both my legs."

"Well then," I began, raising an eyebrow at him. "I don't see the problem you seem to be having. Would you be ever so kind to enlighten me?"

"Jonas," Cody growled darkly. "Don't be a smartass."

"Then don't be lazy." I smirked at him, laughing a bit when he glared at me, then continued on my way to the living room to indulge in the greatness that was animation.

I plopped myself down on the couch and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. The TV was already on the channel I wanted to watch when I turned it on, making me smile. I knew I was probably too old to be watching Scooby Doo reruns that I had probably already seen about fifty times now, but I didn't really care. They were better than anything else on TV. Or at least, that was what I thought.

About five minutes into the show, Cody wandered out into the living room. I smiled at him and made room for him next to me on the couch. He smiled back at me then sat down, pulling me over to him by the sleeve of my hoodie until I was resting against his side with his arms wrapped around me. I shifted around a little bit to get more comfortable then rested my head on his shoulder to continue watching my cartoons.

I knew Cody didn't really enjoy watching them like I did. He really didn't even like watching TV. He'd much rather listen to music, I knew, but he still put up with all the stupid shows I watched and it made me feel good to know that he would do something like that for me. It gave me that on-a-rollercoaster feeling in my stomach like the one I got when he looked at me in a certain way.

I really loved that feeling.

Cody tightened his arms around me then laced a hand with mine about halfway through the show and I snuggled into him.

Surprisingly, having him hug me like this wasn't the hardest thing I had to have gotten used to. In fact, that had been relatively easy; I had been comfortable with that within the first month. What had been the hardest thing for me to get used to though had been kissing and showing that I wanted to hug and kiss him. It was pretty self-explanatory for why I had had a difficult time with kissing Cody, considering that he was the only one I had ever kissed. But with expressing how I felt, it was different.

I had never been a touchy feely type of person since there had never been a real reason for me to be. So, when Cody and I had gotten together, I really hadn't known how to be that kind of person. I had wanted to have been able to show him that I liked it when he held my hand and hugged and kissed me. It was just I hadn't been able to do it because I hadn't known how to start those things myself. Cody had always been the one who had had to do them and then I had just followed along.

And sometimes, I still had trouble, especially with kissing. There was only a few times I had managed to kiss Cody on my own, even though there had been so many more times I had wanted to. I was getting better at it though, and maybe once I was able to it every time I wanted to, we'd be able to move on to other things…

A commercial came on and I sat up to fix my shirt—it had somehow managed to bunch up in the back—then stretched my arms over my head. And as I did, Cody poked me in the stomach, making me frown at him. He just grinned then pulled me back over to him so I was leaned back up against half of his chest with my head resting in the crook of his neck. I sighed contently then inhaled deeply, causing Cody's scent to invade my nostrils. My eyes closed halfway and I took another deep breath.

God, he smelled so good; like that nice smelling body wash he used and just the natural smell of him.

I loved it.

It made me want to…

"Cody," I said quietly and he turned his head a little bit so he was looking at me instead of the TV.

"Hmm?" he asked, giving me a curious look.

I stared up at him for a moment before I reached up with one of my hands and held the back of his head in place as I leaned up towards him. I then kissed him on my own for what was probably the twelfth time in the past three months, pulling him down so I didn't have to strain to reach him. And Cody complied almost instantly; he turned his body a bit so it wasn't uncomfortable for either of us.

I let my fingers tangle in his hair as I moved my lips against his, my other hand grabbing the front of his shirt to pull him closer. Cody placed both of his hands on my waist and began rubbing circles with his thumbs on my hipbones. The tingling sensation he was causing made goosebumps erupt all over my body, and I sighed contently into the kiss.

This was the best feeling in the world.

I tilted my head slightly to the side and tugged on his lower lip. Then I ran my tongue over it and Cody pressed himself closer to me as he opened his mouth a little bit. An idea popped into my head and I smirked, deciding to roll with it.

Ignoring the fact that Cody was giving me the opportunity to snake my tongue into his mouth, I pulled on his bottom lip then slid my tongue over it again. Cody parted his lips a bit more but I still ignored him. I repeated it one last time, laughing when a frustrated growl come out of Cody's throat. But that laugh turned into a surprised gasp when Cody pushed me back on the couch so I was pinned underneath him.

He copied me now, tugging on my lower lip then running his tongue slowly across it. And like he had done, I opened my mouth a little to let him in but he didn't take the invitation. Instead, Cody pulled about a centimeter back so our mouths were no longer touching. I opened my eyes lazily and he ran his hands up my chest. Then he just stopped and put one hand near both sides of my head on the couch to hold himself up as he stared down at me with that glint in his eyes. I frowned at him, my eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips.

Cody smirked at me then leaned down just a little bit more so our lips were just barely touching. I leaned up to try to get them to actually touch, but he moved back the moment I did. Whining, I leaned up again and got the same results. I glared at Cody.

This was my kiss; I was the one who had started it, so I wasn't about to let him take control. Nope, I wasn't. He already did that enough.

My left hand was still tangled in his hair and my right was still clutching onto his shirt. I yanked as hard as I could with both, causing his elbows to give out and him to fall forward.

Our mouths crashed together again, a bit painfully this time, but I didn't really care and I doubted Cody did either. His hands found their way back to my chest and I wrapped one of my arms around his neck to keep him where he was. I licked his lip again, and this time I didn't even wait for him to open his mouth before I slipped my tongue in.

Cody met mine with his, pressing himself closed to me. I could barely move now since I was pinned tightly between him and the couch. Our bodies were so close together that it was making it hard for me to concentrate on anything else. It was making me forget that I wanted to have control of the kiss and soon I just let Cody have it. It was so much easier to just let him lead at times like this because he still had control over what he was doing and he at least knew what he was doing. Half of the times I kissed him, I was winging it.

He trailed a hand up my chest again as he ran his tongue across the roof of my mouth and my mind went blank. I felt my grip loosen in his hair, and then I basically went limp in his arms when he started sucking on my tongue a few seconds later.

I had lied before—this was the best feeling in the world

And this was the other reason we had gotten nowhere—I couldn't do anything after a while since Cody took away all the control I had over my body. And he usually pulled away shortly after that happened anyway, so we couldn't even if I didn't. It really frustrated me, but I didn't know what I could do about it.

Cody rolled his tongue along mine and I let out an embarrassing whimper that I couldn't keep in, losing the last bit of control I had left.

Well, at least I had kept it for as long as I did. I was pretty sure that this was a new personal record.

Actually, that made me feel rather pathetic since it I knew that this hadn't been going on that long to begin with; maybe just short of ten minutes.

Ten minutes and I could no longer form comprehensible thoughts or use any of my motor skills.

Ten minutes!

TEN freaking minutes!

Dang it! Why did this have to be so difficult!? I just wanted to be able to—

That definitely hadn't been me. At least…I didn't think it had been, but I couldn't really tell anymore. My mind wasn't translating sounds correctly right n—

Yeah, that definitely hadn't been me because I had felt it against my mouth.

Cody suddenly pulled away from me, panting, then grabbed my hand that had been sliding down his body—remember? I had no control over my limbs when I was kissing him—and removed it from his lower back. He then climbed off of me, sitting back up in his original position on the couch. I stayed where I was and tried to catch his eye, but he refused to look at me.

With a huff, I sat back up too, watching him stare at the TV without really seeing it. After a while though, I turned away from him and crossed my arms over my chest as I pouted at the coffee table.

This happened every time—every time! And I was sick of it.

Where was that stupid handbook when I needed it?


How I, A Single Gal, Became More Attracted To Dildos Than Real Dick

Rather a dildo-packed nightstand than a bad one night stand!

Although becoming more attracted to your sex toys than the real deal sounds awful and hard to believe, the answer is actually quite simple! But I'll try to make it last a whole article:

As a woman with eight years of sexual experience behind me, I've had a dick or two to tame in my time. Note: yes, to tame. It's only recently I started reaching for the stars (and yes, you can read whatever you want into that lol) and going for the 30+ guys whose sexual components have already undergone massive tutoring in previous relationships. Although, having said that, 30+ guys are more emotionally fucked up than any man in their twenties because their "tutors" kind of... idk broke them or something. Also, they write you text messages, like, old school style, asking for your number, which is weird. Anyways, this article is reflecting on casual sex with men in their 20s.

"Why do guys have such strong libidos?," I've often asked myself, and well... MAYBE it's because guys always have sex with the expectation of orgasm. If I knew I could expect cumming like an epileptic every time someone bought me a drink I would probably jump on every dick I saw.
Well, I could have long rant about how the porn industry is educating people in the wonders of male ejaculation and teaching women to scream for joy the second a foreign object is placed inside the vag, but I don't have time for that and Fizzy Mag doesn't have enough space on their server for that so, never mind. Truth time: I don't orgasm every time I have sex. I can and I could but being penetrated with a straight finger with flossed cuticles does NOT make me cum. Just makes me get bad thrush.

Anyways, I'm a fierce feminist who (almost) always claims her orgasm when doing the Oompa Loompa. But it's just SO FREAKING exhausting and frustrating to always have to educate men about me – and get comments like "others girls never had problems with my moves" and "can you even cum?" Like hon, "YES, I CAN CUM ALRIGHT. Either the gals before me got so sick of pretending that they faked it or they were blessed with being super sensitive in that area."
I love a good orgasm. Which is why my toy collection now counts six dildos and vibrators I can pleasure myself with anytime, anyhow, anyhard and for anylong I want. I can shuffle between them. I can have a hot coffee to sip on during the act. I can stop to scratch my ass and I can text with my unwitting friends simultaneously. And best of all: I expect multiple orgasms every time. Of course The Rabbit can't spoon me and The Womanizer can't kiss me but WHO needs intimacy when you have friends to love you and dildos to fuck you?

Call me a lonely spinster – I don't care! At least I'm exploring my vagina, unlike on a one night stand when he's too drunk to finish you off. And I'm not bitter to masturbate! No! I'M HAPPY ON MY OWN!! I DON'T NEED A MAN TO KEEP ME SATISFIED!! *rusty coughing* ... also me: "been looking for love on Tinder for so long it almost ruined my life"..

So, how did I become more attracted to my sex toys than real dick? The answer is actually quite simple: real dick doesn't always listen, real dick always cums first and real dick cums and goes; vibrators stay. I'm not going to get all realistic and sentimental about how "we all need people to comfort us" and "there's no such thing as pillow talk" now, and I'm just going to lie and say that I prefer a dildo-packed nightstand over a core-shakingly amazing one night stand. It's as simple as that, miladies.

Epilogue: Though, if all women were honest about their sex partners' sexual defects and told them to their face, the meat market for hetero women would be so much more exiting to shop at. Or men could just get their fucking act together and educate themselves in how to navigate down there. Jesus Christ, if us women can make it happen so should they. Just saying.

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tagIncest/TabooZelena's Story Ch. 05

Zelena's Story Ch. 05

John and Charles also know as Jacko and Charlie, lay in bed in their bedroom, below the attic where their father was having sex with Zelena.

"Do you hear that?" John asked his little brother.

"The noise from the attic." John said. "Dad's doing Zelly."

They were quiet for a few minutes, listing to the rhythmic muted banging from above them.

"Are you going to wank now?" John asked him.

"I don't wank. You're the wanker in the family Jacko." Charles said with a chuckle.

They talked about Zelena for a few minutes and agreed that they were glad she'd come to stay with them, and that she was really pretty.

"I saw up her skirt when she went up to bed, and she didn't have any knickers on." John lied.

"Liar!" shouted Charles.

"I did, I saw up her dress."

"Maybe you saw up her dress, but she had knickers on."

"I saw her thing, and it was all hairy, and had a slit down the middle."

"You are a filthy liar, I don't believe you saw anything. You're just saying that to get me excited." Charles told him, and had to admit to himself that the prospect of seeing up Zelena's skirt was getting him excited.

There were two or three loud bumps from above them, then quiet. They listened, and soon heard the hatch open and Vladmir, their father, come down the ladder. John, whose penis was hard at just seeing up Zelena's skirt, and now hearing their father "doing" her, proceeded to masturbate.

As he slowly rubbed his cock he wondered if he'd inspired his brother to do the same. He spit on his hand and the wonderful tingle spread through his body has he rubbed the head of his penis. He imagined Zelena lying in front of him with her legs spread.

He imagined what the hole between her legs looked like. He'd seen pictures and as he rubbed himself he visualized her red hole, her pretty face, her body with two soft, mounded breasts. With these visions flashing through his mind he stifled a gasp as he shot his sperm into his handkerchief. Content, he fell asleep.

Next day Zelena helped clean up the dining area while Emma told her how the small restaurant was run. She also made an appointment for Zelena to see a doctor and get put on the pill. She didn't mind that Vlad was going to fuck her, she had her own affairs, and was really rather glad that he was keeping it in the family.

During the afternoon break they had a cup of tea and Emma asked Zelena if she knew what an escort did. Zelena admitted she'd have to have sex with strange men, and be paid for it.

"It's really sort of a high class whore, y'know. It pays pretty good, but you have to be careful. I've done a bit of that myself, I was a prosty for a while, and still have a couple of customer I see from time to time.

"You? Whore?" Zelena was astounded. She never imagined Emma, who looked just like an ordinary, but attractive, English house wife, would be a prostitute.

"Oo, don't say whore, dear. That's doesn't sound nice. Prostitute is okay, escort is nice, but I just say prosty, that covers it."

"I not know you do that. Uncle Vlad say okay? He no worry you fuck other men?"

"Your uncle, as you know from last night, does who he wants." Emma said testily. "So do I. I fuck who I want. But when we started the restaurant we needed the money, so I went on the game to help pay the bills."

"You no mind Uncle Vlad fuck me?"

"Not a bit deary, I hope you enjoyed it."

They went on to discuss what Zelena should wear as a waitress, and how she should react to customers. She should wear a short skirt, heels if she had them, at least at dinner time. Not to react if a man touched her, that could get her a big tip. When she was cleaning tables or whatever, to give men a look up her skirt, that was often good for a tip.

But if a man made her an offer she'd have to go to his place, no mucking about on the premises. She should be careful though; there were some bad characters in Soho. Pimps were always on the look out for girls, especially young foreign girls.

So next day she started work, and because there might be a language problem she should have the customers order by number, or point to the item. The first day went well. She made no mistakes, and only felt one man touch her on the bottom, and he left her a nice tip.

She was tired when she went up to bed, and had just dropped off to sleep when the hatch was raised. Uncle Vlad, she thought, and just didn't feel like anal sex and hoped he'd settle for a blowjob.

But she was wrong! It was her cousin John who came over to her bed.

"Hi Zelly," he said.

"John, what you do here?" She smiled at him.

"I thought I'd like to talk to you Zelly."

Of course she knew what he wanted, and said: "What you want talk Jacko? You want talk fucking? I no can do unless you have condom, anyway you my cousin and you too young fuck me."

"I'm nearly as old as you Zelly. And I know you let my dad fuck you a couple of nights ago."

"You a bad boy, like you daddy, Jacko. How you know you daddy fuck me?"

"I saw him come up and heard you two bumping."

"You bad boy, listening. You daddy fuck me special way, no can make baby that way. I give you blowjob, okay?"

"I want to fuck you in that special way too."

"You too young fuck that way. Maybe some day. Tonight I give you blowjob."

For John this had all gone too easily, but a blowjob from a pretty girl, how could he refuse? He took off his pajama bottoms and lay down beside Zelena as she threw back the covers for him. She took his already hard cock in her hand, rubbed it a little then said:

"You got nice cock Jacko," And took it in her mouth and started to work on it with her tongue while she sucked it.

"Oh Zelly, oh shit. That feels so good." He was on the point of ejaculating right away.

In less than five minutes Zelena felt his sperm hit the back of her throat, and,

"Um..um..um.....ummmm." She grunted as she swallowed it.

After a few moments more she felt his penis start to soften, and with one good long suck she took it out of her mouth,

"Jacko, you got lots good stuff there. You make lots babies with that." She said with a smile.

This was the most wonderful thing John had ever experienced, but reluctantly he put his trousers back on, kissed Zelena goodnight, and went back down the ladder.

Next day as Zelena was working the lunch shift a big man came and sat at one of her tables. He muttered something to her in what seemed to be Russian but which she didn't understand. He was tall and heavy with a very rough, gruff exterior.

Zelena presented the menu to him, and while he looked at it his hand slid up under her skirt and between her legs. When he reached her panties he stopped, pulled his hand away and shouted:

Uncle Vlad appeared, and after a very brief consultation, again in Russian, Uncle Vlad turned to her and said quietly:

"Go and take your knickers off and come back for mister Vili's order."

Surprised, Zelena went back to the kitchen and pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties off. The cook watched bemused.

"Mister Vili, eh?"

"I think, yes." Zelena replied.

"You'll learn." The cook said. "Mister Vili is special."

When she got back to the table she started to take the man's order, and felt his hand creep up between her legs and start to fondle her vagina. This was difficult for her to handle, but she managed to get the order and his hand withdrew. The man ate slowly and left an extra large tip.

It appeared that"Vili" was short for an unpronounceable Georgian name, and that he was in a lot of business in Soho, most illegal, but a good man to know.

She was now on the pill, and the next night was visited by Uncle Vlad, who appeared just after she'd showered and gone up to bed.

The hatch opened as she got into bed and he climbed up and took off his bathrobe, which was all he had on.

"Take off your night gown Zelly, my love."

She got up and did as he told her, but before she could lie down again he had her in his arms. Here was a muscular man, naked, holding her in his arms and she loved it. She felt his hard penis sticking into her lower belly as it stuck straight out. The hair on his chest tickled and stimulated her nipples, and she felt a warm tingle in her vagina.

He kissed her and kissed her, then lowered his head to her breasts and they fell over on the bed together. He kissed and sucked her breasts; her nipples and his hand caressed her body; her belly; her mound. Then found the groove between her legs, all the time sucking, kissing.

He lowered his head, kissing her stomach, then her vulva, then he opened her labia using only his tongue and started to lick, and lick, and lick. His tongue penetrated her vagina, her anus, finally arriving at her clitoris. She sighed deeply and groaned in ecstasy. This felt so good he could do anything with her.

Then he raised his head and kissed her again. She tasted her own juice and wasn't sure if she liked it, but anything he did was good at this point. She opened her legs, opened them wide, and felt his hard, hard penis slide into her sopping wet orifice.

"Aaaaah, da..da..yes....Uncle Vlad." Mixing her languages in her joy.

Vlad gave Zelena a hard, good fucking. She thought she reached an orgasm, but the whole thing was so stimulating, almost violent, that she was limp and sweating when it was over.

"Thank you my love, my little niece, that was perfect. As long as you stay with us we'll fuck once a week. Sometimes I'll fuck your cunt, when I feel like it I'll fuck your arse. Okay?"

"Yes Uncle Vlad. In you house, you have what you want. I like tonight. Good! Good!"

They kissed and he left.

Zelena was getting used to being a waitress, and was picking up English quickly. She loved talking to the customers and the customers liked her. Some of them tried to pick her up, but until she knew her way around better she put them off.

One of them looked interesting, however. He handed her a note which Emma read for her. He was an artist and photographer, and the note asked if she'd pose for him. She'd think about that one.

One evening after the restaurant closed John told her he was coming up to see her. She tried to put him off because she was tired, put as soon as she was in her little attic room but hadn't yet undressed the hatch raised and he appeared.

"No, not yet, I shower first." She protested.

"Don't worry about a shower, take a shower after I leave." He told her.

Poor John was so horny a little odor wasn't going to get in his way. He took Zelena in his arms and started to kiss her while he unbuttoned her blouse. She was dressed in heels and stockings as Emma and Uncle Vlad had asked her to, and she looked very sexy to him.

He soon had her bra off and he was kissing her naked breast. As tired as she was Zelena was loving it, and when his hand went under her skirt she spread her legs for him. He pushed her back on to her bed, but she protested:

"No, Jacko, no. My skirt, you make mess."

He backed off as she took of her black skirt, and was going to take off her stockings, but he told her to leave them off, and moved on her again. The sight of her naked except for stockings and high heels was extremely inspiring to him. He gazed at her lovely legs with the small triangle of pubic hair at the top where they met, and nestled in the tangle of hair the pink line of her pubic lips.

He kissed her breasts, her belly, and as he got close to her vagina the smell of sex and sweat emanating from between her legs made his heart pound. But he wasn't ready to go there yet. His fingers slipped down the slit and found her clitoris, and she gasped when he touched it.

He rubbed her with his fingers, and penetrated her vagina with his fingers until she moaned with pleasure, then he moved on top of her and his hard cock started to penetrate her wet vagina.

"Oh Jacko, Jacko. Ooooooh. So nice fuck." She groaned.

Soon John was fucking her, at first slowly, steadily, then it was fast, hard and deep. He couldn't keep it up for long and soon shot his load of sperm into her. It was good but over too quickly, although she was really too tired for a long session of fucking.

She held him in her arms and between her legs and started to doze off.

She woke with a start. "I tired Jacko. That good quick fuck, now I sleep."

After Zelena released him John pulled his pajama trousers back on then kissed her.

"I love you Zelly. That was good, good good."

"Everyone love Zelly." She whispered. "Everyone want fuck Zelly, fill her with baby-stuff. Goodnight Jacko."

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11. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Trial by Art S Healing (address withheld) *** In this alternate dimension (apparently STD-free), men brazenly have cornered the market when it comes to dominance and injustice. But when it comes to the humiliation of rape and the victim somehow feeling guilty instead of the rapist, could it be that our two dimensions really aren't that different. Why do the victims often feel guilty in our world instead of the perpetrators? Who really gets put on trial? (M+/f, ped, d/s, nc, rp, gb, inc, v, ws, huml, voy, beast) *** Author's Note: This story is art. That is a form of safe expression. It helps victims of sexual assault like me articulate themselves, and maybe they give potential perpetrators an outlet as well, keeping our streets a bit safer. PLEASE NEVER act on dangerous impulses and destroy a life through rape. These traumas never fully go away. They are like ghosts, and even when they are resting, they are always hovering around you. Please never make trials of life seem like the following story. I rest my case. *** The Trial: "Your Honor, I call Trisha Parker to the stand." After some hushed murmuring from the courtroom observers and an expected obnoxious thwacking of the judge's gavel, things quieted rather quickly. They had already been warned once to keep order or the courtroom would be cleared. Flash photography would be allowed as this was a high profile case, but only when a journalist raised his or her arm at appropriate and reasonable times and the judge confirmed it with a nod. Of course the length of time in which one would have to take picture was always at the judges' discretion. Ever since they banned girls from wearing pants or anything longer than a miniskirt, Trisha had a hard time picking out what she would wear, feeling that everything here, in this courtroom, made her look slutty. As she moved to the sitting destination, she felt the short, one-piece red dress flow around her upper thighs, promising to show off her vale-thin pink panties if she so much as raised her arms. As Trisha finished the long, embarrassing walk to the witness stand, she hoped no one would take her picture. Like an ironic laugh from the universe, just as she thought that she saw a nod from the judge. She knew without looking that the hands of many reporters had flung into the air when she first began the long journey. Both the prosecuting and the defending attorney straightened their ties and suits just before a strobe light of flashes distracted the young girl. Flash after flash lit up the room. Trisha quietly took her seat and was sworn in. The flashes obediently stopped as the judge gave the signal- a journalist being here was a privilege, not a right since whole case revolved around the sexual assaulted minor. It was only right that they went easy on her. Trisha tried to hide her shame as she sat, yet before the questions had even begun, she could feel the cold sweats of embarrassment as the prosecutor cleared his throat and made his position clear. "Your Honor; permission to treat the witness as hostile." "Granted." "Please state your name for the record." "Trisha Parker." "And what is your age?" "Fourteen. I turned fourteen last month." "And you are a slutty whore...?" "Your honor," interrupted the Defense Attorney, "Isn't that a bit uncalled for?" "Well, I'm just trying to be honest, Your Honor. This girl is a walking fuck-hole, and aren't we here to get to the truth?" "I'm going to allow it- overruled. You may answer the question." "N-no..." "N-no..." mocked the prosecution. "Can we try it again without the retarded stammer? You sound like an idiot." Trisha took a calming breath. "No," she said flatly. "No what?" "No I'm not a... a slutty whore." "No? No? How many times have you been fucked by your very own daddy?" "I don't know." "Is it more than a hundred?" "I don't know. I guess." "Trisha, haven't you been getting fucked by him since you were eight- and you were doing things to each other even before that?" "Yes." "It's strange that you never complained before now. Since then, haven't you and your daddy fucked more than twice a week? Three times? Four times a week? Even every day and night?" "Yes?" "Then it must be more than a hundred times. Right?" "I guess." "So you lied when you said you didn't know if it was over a hundred times. Or did you lose track?" Trisha swallowed deeply. "I wasn't lying. I just lost track." "Well if I was being RAPED by my father, I would certainly keep track. Trisha, how many orgasms did your daddy give to you over all those year you were fucking him?" "I don't know." Trisha suddenly remembered the aggressive embarrassment she had just endured when last she answered that she didn't know. She tried something different, "-a lot." "'-A lot'," he waved his hand in the air aimlessly until fell back down straight at the girl. "A lot of times that your horny little teenage pussy got off from riding your daddy's cock, you say? In your initial police report you never make a single complaint about having orgasms, did you? So it's safe to say that those gifts of orgasms that your daddy has given you throughout the years, you greatly enjoyed. I have six wives and when they seduce me and I give them a good cum, none of them ever complains either. Orgasms sure feel good, don't they?" He lowered his voice and dramatically faced the jury box, pacing victoriously- almost as if he was directing his next statement more at the jury than at her. "You like to feel good, don't you Trisha." Trisha responded only with a sniffle and a single ignored tear which strolled down her face. She was told to expect this, but it still took everything she had not to explode into tears. She was beginning to wish she had just continued to endure the rapes. However, if she could prove she had been getting raped, her father might get fined and even go to jail for a day or two. This might make him think twice next time and start going easy on her. However, this young girl wasn't going to get the best of the prosecution. No, he was going to do everything they could to make her look like a slutty seductress who wanted it all of the time. This would not be considered rape and he would therefore he would not be found guilty. It wouldn't be long before a bill passed which outlawed a female saying no to a man (and no one doubted that it would easily pass) so this was her one and only chance to get him in some kind of trouble for what she had endured from him over the years. She brought charges against him and in returned, her father counter filed charges of being seduced by his daughter- not the other way around. Now she was on trial. "You don't know how many times you've cum from your daddy's prick, finger or tongue because you've fucked him so many times that you couldn't possibly keep track. Isn't that true?" "I don't..." Verbally swinging like a boxer who had his opponent pinned against the ropes, the prosecutor raised his voice, "Yes or no; do you know how many times you've been fucked by your daddy or the years? Remember that you are under oath." Trisha felt flushed over with humiliation even though she had expected this. "No. I don't know." She saw the hands of many journalists raise upwards, hoping for a shot of her priceless burgundy face. These are the kind of images that make or break reporters. The judge nodded and cameras snapped their flashing eyes straight upon her. She looked down, even knowing that would only enhance the discomfited look she possessed and therefore the value of the pictures. Her withdrawn eyes began to feel hot, puffy and welt up with moister as she waited. The judge finally motioned for them to stop. "Trisha. What age did you start getting your sexy little titties?" he reached over and squeezed one, causing Trisha to jump. "I don't know... I guess when I was about eleven or twelve." "Did you say 'eleven or twelve'? Don't you think that's bit young to get tits? Are they nice tits?" The girl shrugged, "I guess it's a matter of opinion," Trisha muddled out. "Well how about you let us judge for ourselves? Let's see them" "Objection, Your Honor," said the defense lawyer. The judge looked thoughtful, but only for a brief moment. "It's very important to determine how sexy she is if the Prosecutor has a fair chance at making his case; overruled. "But Your Honor," pleaded the Defender, "her tits are that of a fourteen year old and we have no proof as to what they looked like back at eleven or twelve- sexy or not." "Well what are the chances that they aren't sexy," rebutted the prosecutor. "I mean they ARE young titties- I just should have the right to prove it. I bet they give all of the heterosexual men in the courtroom big boners if they get to see them. And my client has been accused of fucking her as recently as in the bathroom during the last recess, so her tits are still relevant since they would still turn him on." -Mumbles in the court. "That's right. This little whore waited for the rest of us to leave and she actually had the gall to fuck her own daddy right here in this respected place. That's why the Defender didn't bring it up. He knew it'd show her as the true whore she is. I'm telling you, You Honor and gentlemen of the jury, she is a slut that taunts you into fucking her and I'll prove it today." "Is that true," asked the judge. "Did you fuck your daddy a few minutes back- during the lunch recess?" Trisha nodded shamefully and mumbles followed the judge answering the peas of the reporters, who with the judge's permission snapped picture after picture over the next few minutes. "Tell us what happened," continued the judge. "Everyone left me so they could go and eat lunch and I went to the bathroom. I don't have enough money for food anyway. So I was about to go into one of the stalls to pee when my father came in and..." "Your Honor; at this time I would like to request that this... WITNESS uses more appropriate language. Calling him her 'father' is alienating to him. She should refer to him as 'daddy'." "I think he's right, young lady," replied the judge. "Watch your mouth." "I'm sorry, Your Honor. My daddy came in and told me to take off my clothes. I told him no and that I would scream, and he took out a knife." "A knife? Sir," the judge looked at the defendant, "is this true? Do you have a knife?" "Yes, You Honor, but I never threatened her with it. I just use it to scrape the mud of my shoes, should any get on there." "Let's see it." The eight inch hunting knife was drawn out from his jacket-clad sheath. It was large and shiny, twinkling out a starlet shine under the bright lights of the court. "Mister Parker," scolded the judge, "you know that you're not supposed to have a weapon in court with you." "Sorry, You Honor, I forgot." "It's okay, son. Just put that thing away until you leave. It is a good knife. Anyway, so what happened next, whore? I mean, Trisha?" said the judge. "He put the knife to my throat- my attorney said I still have a red mark from it." "Objection, Your Honor. That red mark could have been caused by all sorts of things." "Sustained; the jury will disregard the remarks concerning the mark on her throat. Go on, Trisha." "...And told me he was going to fuck me with it if I didn't get naked. I took off my dress and he spun me around, bent me over so my face was just above the toilet and stuck his thing in me." "Oh Your Honor! This is uncalled for! 'A thing'? She could really hurt her daddy's feelings calling his cock a 'thing'." "That's true, young lady. I already warned you about your language. If you continue to be so hurtful then I'll just find you in contempt of court." "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to call it a thing. I meant to say his cock." Trisha looked at the jury, who was looking at her father with sympathy in their eyes. She had to watch what she said. "Well, don't apologize to me, little lady. Your daddy is sitting right over there- feeling hurt." Trisha let out a controlled sigh and looked at her smirking father, "I'm sorry, daddy." "So then what happened?" asked the judge. "Well, he stuck his cock in my pussy, but it was kind of dry. He had to pound it really hard until I got wetter. Then he fucked me until he shot off." "See, gentlemen of the jury," blurted the prosecutor. "She admits to getting wetter. I told you she's a whore. A slut always wants cock, and she's fixated on her daddy. How could anyone blame this man for following his natural instincts?" The Public Defender stood, "I still don't see what this has to do with us seeing her tits." "Well let's find out," said the judge matter-of-factly, "get up and move in front of the witness box, then take off your dress." Hesitantly, Trisha obeyed, but not before she started crying much more than the sporadic trickles she had been draining thus far. "Shed your tears of guilt and snivel all you want, little girl," said the Prosecutor. "It only shows how badly you feel for making your innocent daddy go through all of this- how selfish of you. How can you embarrass him this way?" She stood where she was told and grabbed the bottom hem, lifting it up and over her shoulders and then let it swing freely at her side. Since anyone wearing bras under the age of 35 was illegal, nothing else protected her tiny, perky A-cup tits from all eyes in court. Now she stood in only her thin, red panties. The judge gave his approval and countless photos were again taken. She found herself hunching over shamefully until the prosecutor complained and the judge made her stand up straight, shoulders back. "Your Honor, we can't really understand what it would be like to try and resist this succubus until we see her pussy." "True. Take it all off. Right now, young lady." Trisha's tears rolled and her entire body was blotchy red- fueled with humiliation as she slowly removed the last item of clothing. Cameras were still flashing as she stood, naked. "See how her little pussy has no hair, everyone. The sure sign of a whore." "My daddy makes me shave it all..." "Don't speak out of turn," declared the judge, cutting the girl off cold. "What a rude slut," said the Prosecutor. "She has a bad attitude too. It must have been really tough to deal with her over the years judging from what we see here today- my sympathies towards my client. Now let's see how your cock-magnet that you use looks when you bend over. Turn around with your tight little ass facing the jury, bend over and hold your knees. Show them what you've been enticing your poor daddy with over the years." After a commanding motion from the judge, she did as she was told. "Spread your legs wider," the Prosecutor demanded. After she obeyed, he had her hold her ass cheeks apart, showing her two tiny holes to the entire jury. Her tears now plopped on the floor as she fought to hold them back, but it only got worse when she was made to aim her face to the reporters and photographers for a long snapshot session. Then the prosecutor sidestepped her, allowing her backside to still be in full view, and he rubbed his palm over her dry pussy. "I bet you like this, don't you?" But the young girl could not answer. She was too busy holding back hysterics. This was worse than the rapes she had endured from her father over the years, and if she could go back in time, she would take back turning him in. After she did it, they didn't even take her out of the home. Instead they called her father to come and pick her up- telling him what she had reported. The police said that they would have to file charges until the unfair rape laws finally changed so that a man was no longer responsible for being forced to want a female and taking her without her permission. As long as she wasn't too noticeably bruised up, they hinted, it would be okay. That night her dad was furious and every day and night that followed, he raped her in every way he could imagine, especially that first night where he mostly raped her in her tight asshole all night long without lubrication, except for her own blood. Trisha thought that she would die of pain before the morning came. The prosecutor licked his finger and shoved it deep inside of her now that her cunny had involuntarily moistened from his rubbing. "See, she's so wet my finger just slipped right in. Now, does this seem like a rape victim to you?" he asked. "I even have a boner, thanks to this whore. How about the rest of you? You Honor, at this time I would ask that all of the men of the jury show us their cocks so we can see how just the sight of this slut brings unwanted arousal." The judge agreed and the men shamelessly stood and pulled out their equipment. All but three of the all male jury had hard-ons, however those three did have chubbies. The prosecutor had remarked how some men were more difficult to get aroused then others, but if she was slurping on their dicks, they would get hard quick, proving what a slut she is. That would display what her daddy had been trying to resist over the years. Again, the judge agreed. The three men came forwards with their cocks hanging out. Beaten down by illogical repetition, Trisha dropped to her knees and began to mindlessly suck them off- switching from one to another. In seconds the men had full fledge, ragging boners. "See? See how the whore got them hard in no time at all. Now I ask you, how could her poor daddy be expected to resist this slutty temptress?" When Trisha stopped, the judge spoke angrily. "Hey- that's rude. Don't just leave them horny." She continued and everyone watched until all three men had shot off on her face and bare chest. Photos were taken and Trisha had never felt lower. Her head tilted down as flashes captured the shameful moment for all time. "Your Honor," said the prosecutor, "I'd like permission to fuck this whore. I cannot be expected to concentrate with a hard on of this magnitude." "Permission granted." After only unzipping his fly, the prosecutor stepped behind Trisha, and yanked her in place by the hair until she was bent over again with her legs spread twice the length of her shoulders. He slammed his big dick up in Trish's tight twat as camera flashes flickered in the air. "Oh fuck, this is one wet slut," the prosecutor moaned. "She must really want to get fucked." Everyone politely waited for him to finish cumming. Luckily it only took a few pumps before he blasted his sperm inside of the awaiting girl. "Oh shit. Your Honor, may we let the rest of the men on the jury fuck this worthless whore? I want them to know how good her little fuck-hole is. It's important to my case for them to understand how good it is." "Sounds reasonable," ordered the judge. "And you did ask nicely." Trisha's eyelashes batted in shock as the men lined up behind her. This was getting worse and worse. Oh why did she ever report it? Why did she ever tell anybody? Once the first man was finished using her to get off on, he ordered her to open her mouth. He let his boner soften a bit before he let loose and began pissing on her face and down her throat. The judge spoke up, sounding upset. "Catch all of that pee, young lady. Drink it all down. I don't want this courtroom smelling like piss." She drank down most of it, and when he stopped another man took his place. With his cock only semi-hard, he managed to piss out a stream which was also mostly caught in the girl's mouth. She drank it down as best she could while getting fucked from behind. The poundings weren't making it as easy task. Anything that spilled to the floor only seemed to anger the judge more. He called attention to it each time it happened, and while Trisha was still being slammed from the rear, the judge ordered her to bend all the way down and lick the piss up from the courtroom. She widened her legs into splits and stretched her top half down to the floor so she could continue to allow access to her pussy. Her face would occasionally whack against the cold tile floor as she lapped up the urine. One man kicked the back of her knees so she fell to the floor. Then he propped her into doggy style and dropped to his knees to fuck her. This helped Trisha lick up the spilled piss better since she no longer had to stretch down so far to reach it. Finally after the last guy of the jury fucked her, this time in her asshole, and he returned to his seat, Trisha asked if she could put her clothes back on. She was completely ignored. For a moment the girl just stood there with cum oozing down her legs and drying piss beading down her face, neck and chest. She knew better than to take it upon herself to just get dressed, so she just stood there. Then once ordered, she went back to the witness stand nude. "Now that you've gotten that good fuck that you needed so badly out of the way, Trisha," continued the prosecutor, "tell me about the incident that happened a week after your twelfth birthday when you first start getting those little titties of yours." He grabbed onto them again, giving them a good, solid squeeze, leaving his hand there until he finished speaking. "This is one of the many times you CLAIMED your daddy raped you. You had just finished taking a bath to get everything nice and clean, you teasingly wrapped yourself in a towel and stepped out..." he motioned for the girl to continue from there. "I went into the hall and started to go to my room and daddy came up behind me and jerked off the towel." "'Jerked off' the towel? Do you often use phrases like 'jerked off' when 'pulled away' or 'yanked' would do just as well? Do you think about jerking off guys so often that it fills your mind all of the time? I thought you claimed you weren't a whore? No wonder your blatant innuendoes drove your daddy into wanting to fuck you. It's like you put him under a spell!"" "No... I..." "Objection, Your Honor. The prosecutor is badgering the whore... I mean the witness." "Overruled." "So what do you say allegedly took place next?" "I ran for my room and he walked in behind me." "Did you close the door?" "No. He broke it a long time before that." "If it was a long time before that, than you had plenty of time to fix it. Then what are you claiming happened next?" "He called our dog in and made me get down on all fours." "And your dog did what...?" "R-raped me." "Did you like it?" "No!" "That's funny, because your daddy claims that you came several times before the dog finished with you. Isn't that true?" "Yes, but I couldn't help it. I..." "You couldn't help it because slutty whores like you usually can't. You got off on it, didn't you?" "No." "No? But you did have orgasms, right? "Yes, but..." "Then you did, by the very definition of the words, 'get off on it', isn't that right?" Trisha burst into tears. Only now did she truly accept that no matter what she said or did, there would be no justice for her. "Your Honor, gentlemen of the jury; notice how this whore is crying because she feels so guilty. Now, did you moan out when you let yourself get fucked by the dog, Trisha? Did you whimper?" "I-I... suppose." "Oh, you did! Do you also moan and whimper when you usual get fucked, Miss Parker? Like by your daddy?" "I guess so." "Now do you want to retract you claim that you didn't like getting fucked by your dog?" "I..." "You can't have it both ways, slut. If you moaned out then you must have liked it. I'm sure the jury is just as sick and tired of your lies as I, you stupid bitch. I rest my case, Your Honor." "Very well," said the judge. "Nice job, by the way. Anyone who votes in favor of this whore is stupid. They might even deserve some jail-time too." "Indeed," replied the prosecutor. "You may step down, slut," continued the judge. "But don't you dare even touch your clothes," warned the judge. "I won't rest until I make it illegal for all sluts to wear clothing, so that everyone knows who you all are on sight. And for the defense? Call your first witness." "Your Honor, we have no defense. This little slut has given me nothing to work with." "Then do the gentlemen of the jury need to deliberate, or do you have a verdict right now?" Murmurs of "guilty" drowned the silence around them. "Very well. Trisha Parker, you are found guilty of filing false charges against your daddy, who loves you so much. You are therefore to be taken to a farmhouse of my selection and raped by at least one animal every day and night for a month. And I invite the press to attend. We need to make an example of this whore. She's going to like living on a farm. She can have all the cock this little whore wants there." He turned to Trisha, "Now go and tell your daddy you're sorry, you dumb idiotic cunt." As if deep in sleep, Trisha walked over to her daddy and apologized, hugging her naked body against his shirt. He fondled her bare ass, gripping her cheeks and kneading them like dough and spreading them apart far enough to show her little asshole to the flashing cameras. The girl did as she always did; she endured. Then abruptly, without a word, her daddy slammed her of the prosecutors table, opened his zipper and shoved his cock in her, pounding her without mercy. Trisha just raised her legs high and wide and bent them at the knees, allowing him better access. At that point, her mind just quit. Everyone smiled like they had just witness a family reunited. "Awww..." said several of the more sensitive people still in the courtroom as they listened to the sounds of a wet cunt being plunged and the sweet smacking sounds of a father's balls slapping up against his little girl's ass. Faces smiled warmly and more photographs were snapped as this beautiful moment was taken in by all. The judge smiled brighter than anyone else in the courtroom. It did his heart good to see such a loving father openly bonding with his daughter. It reminded of how he was going to visit with his sisters and nieces out on his brother's farm soon. It was the same farm in which he would be sending this little criminal to be punished. "Ah," he thought as he shut his eyes and listened to the young Trisha whimpering and panting, "It's moments like this that make me happy to work in a family court. The benefits can't be beaten." After clearing his throat, the judge spoke out loud. "By the way, I want to see Trisha alone in my chamber's when her daddy is finished playing with her." Then he stood up and walked to his chambers, a full nine inch boner protruding his judges' robe like a vertical tent. Oh how he loved being a man of the law. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 69


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