Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF)
should I smash one over his head before he does it to me first but he slinks off the seat with Julie’s bra as a souvenir the lucky swine and leaves Julie half-naked yes-yes-yes-yes-yes! right there waiting for me.
    “ Oh you,” she purrs. Oh, how sweet her voice is . “I was just getting started! Did you meet Casey? He said he’s taking me to a dance next week!”
    “ Yes, yes I did. Let’s go now, shall we.” I pull her shirt down and my heart is pounding in my head.
    “ Where are we going?”
    “ Out, somewhere. For fresh air.”
    There’s some people at the door that I don’t know but no one gets in the way as we two stumble out of the house and it’s just us two making our way to the back, Kingston’s house is so huge and the garden is limitless and the lighting is dim and nice and I hear a couple or two making out, moans the raw sounds of hot damn just the thing I need and I’m aiming for the furthest spot away, at the fence, or maybe over the fence if I can manage coz there’s a park over that side and that would be swell.
    I feel Julie weakly gripping my arms, and her weight’s on me. She’s passed out!
    This is my chance NOW before she wakes up, but even if she does she wouldn’t know it’s me coz it’s so dark, and her memory would be hazy, now’s the time. I carry her do my best is she really THIS heavy one hand across the upper back this looks a lot easier in the movies and another at the knees what-is-that weird squishy thing I just stepped on , then we reach this gazebo thing in Kingston’s garden. I go to the back of it and it’s a good hiding spot. I’ll be able to see or hear anyone if anyone steps near.
    I shake her very lightly and whisper, Julie...
    She doesn't respond. The dim light from the two tall lamps in front of the gazebo allows me to see what I am doing. My hands are trembling as I lift up her shirt. My hands are still shaking and I am panting slightly. My crotch feels like it’s on fire. I unzip her skintight jeans and pull it down and I know there’s that perfect 10 ass which would look even better riding My Captain Caveman.
    I eye her flat stomach and her lacy red-black panties, the one I had come in before. I want her completely in the nude I lie there over her frozen for a minute as I build up the courage to start removing her magnificent mind-blowing panties when suddenly, she flickers her eyelids open.
    “ Ed,” she says softly.
    God Almighty she recognizes me and this is the end of me. She’s going to scream and I’ll have to knock her out. Promptly. Soon. Now. I’m a murderer. This was doomed from the start. Anything would be better. Getting raped by a stranger, being kidnapped, anything but your own brother
     “ Ed.” She smiles, a real happy smile, not the drunk flirty ditzy “he’s taking me to the dance!” semi-conscious type of smile, and passes out again.
    My breathing stops for 5 seconds. I lean into her again, and whisper “Julie?” I don’t know what else to say she’s not waking up ED: WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR and I can hear some of the faint hip hop music coming from Kingston’s house, and see the cars parked outside, and I’m still hard but I think it’ll only be for a couple of seconds more and I feel a little guilty, but this is the best that I can do, the years and years before something...and I find myself going down, and I kiss one of her breasts...that are so, so soft and snuggly...and I find myself doing it, because it’s out of something that feels faintly like respect and honor and I do a 180 from where I was before all these foreign words I’ve never thought about come floating up in my head. I kissed her: for her trust her friendship her laughs her support her positivity her femininity......and I cover her up lest anyone should see her I mean what the shiz she shouldn’t be on display like this for the whole world to see and gawk and ogle at even though there is no one and I lie on the grass next to her, feeling like I

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