This story could fit in many categories, including reluctance and erotic couplings. I put it in Loving Wives because the comments in this section are always so much "fun."
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For centuries romance authors, and others, have maintained that there is a fine line between romantic love and hate. Up until now that assumption has been based purely on the intensity of both emotions, and to explain how someone can love someone when they marry, and hate them when they divorce.
Now, in July, 2013, Professor Semir Zeki of University College London has published a scientific study (published in the on-line journal PloS ONE) he led showing that there is a biological basis for a relationship between these most intense of human emotions. MRI and other studies show that they are intimately linked because some of the same brain nerve circuits are fired for what would appear to be these opposite feelings.
What about sexual lust, as opposed to romantic love, though? Can someone lust after someone they hate? In both academic and real life settings this is a question that I, Greg Nelson, have confronted.
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I was adopted by a loving couple before I had any memory; four months old, I am told. After my adoptive father had a few affairs they were no longer loving, and my adoptive mother divorced him when I was five years old. I almost never saw him again.
I still had a great father figure, however, in my mother's brother, and almost a second mother in his wife. My Aunt and Uncle always treated me well in the significant amount of time that I spent with them all the way through High School, especially when my mother had to work or had trouble coping with life. They were well off, made sure that I did not want for material things, and even paid for my part of my college education. However, it was the love that they gave me that was most important.
Except by my Mom, Aunt, and Uncle, I was always underestimated throughout my early years, and oftentimes even as an adult. That was and is because of my body type. No matter what I do I will never have a six pack around my "flabby" waist. I have what almost everyone who mentions it a handsome face with penetrating ice blue eyes, and attractive (to women) silky blond hair, but my body lacks apparent torso muscle tone.
Because of my body's apparent lack of torso muscle tone I got picked on in school, until the word got out that maybe I wasn't really a dough boy. While my hands were not particularly quick my upper body strength was impossible to believe given my appearance, and if I got ahold of an antagonist he was done for. This was especially true after my Uncle – who had gotten a black belt in judo when he was a teen – taught me a number of submission and choke holds that fit my strengths.
My main problem growing up was not being picked on by boys at school, or not having a father at home. Rather my main problem was also, unfortunately, my Aunt's and Uncle's "blind spot." That would be their oldest daughter, Amber.
My Aunt's and Uncle's son, Josh who was a year younger than I was, and their youngest daughter Brittany, who was three years younger than I was, were not only great adoptive cousins, but good friends. Amber, two years older than I am, was and is the most conceited, nasty, venomous, excuse for a human being imaginable.
Although Amber treated Josh and Brittany poorly too, it was nothing like how she treated me. She called me every insulting name in "the book." For most people "the book" is just an expression of speech. In her case, she really did keep a spiral bound notebook with insulting comments and phrases she dreamt up, heard from others, or got from reading trashy novels, just about me.
One of her favorite things was to tell me that my biological parents didn't want me because I was a piece of shit, that my adopted father ran away because he couldn't stand me, and that my Mother only pretended to love me because she pitied me. It wasn't until I was thirteen that my Mother finally convinced me that what Amber said was bullshit – that's when I found out about my adopted dad's affairs.
Amber also loved to play dirty tricks on me, like spitting in my sandwich after my Aunt made it and before it reached the table, pouring honey or shaking itching powder on me when I slept over at my Aunt's and Uncle's house, and spreading ugly false rumors about me at school. Her favorite rumor, and one that she stuck to for years, was that I fucked little animals with my only two inch long penis. At least the guys who I had gym class with knew the latter wasn't true since I was always well hung, but many kids were all too willing to believe what Amber told them.
One of Amber's favorite tricks was to very nicely ask me to do something for her when in the presence of my Aunt or Uncle. She knew how much I adored them, knew that they would never think ill of her, and knew how much it irritated me to have to go on quests for her.
Amber would be sure to, with my Aunt or Uncle present, follow up if I didn't do what I had "promised." "Oh, Greg, remember when you said that you'd fix the flat tire on my bicycle? Have you done that yet, sweetie?" she would ask with a nice sing-song voice. That was typical of her devious approach. She always got away with it – I eventually just came to accept it as my station in life.
While Amber was nasty to almost anyone who she didn't think she could use in some way, it seemed that she got particular enjoyment out of trying to make my life miserable, for reasons I could never understand. Nor could I understand how my Aunt and Uncle, normally such intelligent and perceptive people, could not see the evil in their oldest offspring. It must have been her beautiful innocent face and the way that she constantly sucked up to her parents, as well as her achievements in school and athletics. While she was a horrible person, she got great grades and was probably the most athletic member of our extended family.
The happiest day of my life, up until that point, was when Amber went to college out of state. Even then, however, she would phone her parents asking them to ask me to perform some menial task for her. At least I didn't have to deal with her personally, however.
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My birthday is during the summer. The day after my 18th one my Aunt and Uncle hosted a party for me at their house, for friends and relatives. Although she was home from college for summer break Amber couldn't lower herself to attend, though apparently she got back from some sojourn with friends before it was over because seeing her that day changed my life.
The downstairs bathroom being occupied, I went to a bathroom upstairs in my Aunt's and Uncle's house about nine the night of the party, which was starting to wind down. The bathroom door was cracked open so I assumed that no one was in there. It was a large bathroom with a bathtub and plenty of space behind the door. My cock was half-erect because one of my female friends at the party had recently made some provocative remarks, and I was relieving myself with my eyes closed thinking about what else I could do with my cock after the party was over.
"What the fuck are you doing busting in here invading my privacy, shit for brains," rang out the "pleasant" voice of dear Amber. She was standing stark naked next to the bathtub with her hands on her hips, making no attempt whatsoever to cover up.
My stream dried up, but my dick got harder. In all the years we had been "cousins" I had never seen Amber with anything more revealing than a one piece bathing suit. While I had heard from guys in High School, and from my own observations, that Amber had a "killer" body, which I never really focused on so great was my antipathy for her, I was not prepared for what I saw.
There was no doubt in my mind that she had what to me was a perfect female form. She had medium sized perky boobs with big areola and nipples, a sleek though far from skinny torso, shapely hips, a shaved pussy with a clit so prominent that I could easily see it from six feet away, and what appeared to be a tiny slit defined by protruding pussy lips. Her nakedness accentuated the shapeliness of her long, even for someone with her 5feet 10 inches height, legs topped off by exquisite thighs, something I had never focused on before. And, despite her sneer her face, framed by her wet shiny auburn hair and accentuated by the glimmer of light reflecting off of her big green eyes, was, as always, gorgeous, belying the nature of the brazen bitch within.
I was speechless. Apparently my cock grew in my hand, however, because I felt something tingle and when I looked down it was at full mast.
"Well, at least I'm glad to see that the rumors I spread about you having a two inch dick aren't true; but that doesn't help you at all because no woman would allow someone as disgusting as you to shove that thing in them," she snarled with a revolting tone.
For the first time in my life, at least that I could remember, Amber's insults not only didn't bother me, they actually excited me. Also, for one of the few times that I could remember, I snapped back at her.
I shook off my dick, flushed the toilet, and very slowly and deliberately (pretending that it took more effort than it actually did), maneuvered my rigid snake back into my trousers while at the same time staring at her pussy. "You should be so lucky, bitch," I snickered with a level of contempt in my voice equal to hers. "Fucking you would be like fucking Medusa. Where it counts you're the most hideous creature on earth," I barked as I walked to and out the door.
Before I closed the door, I stuck my head back in and with a derisive look on my face said "Putrid tits and pussy, but nice clit. Looks like you've been stimulating it yourself because no guy who ever knew how vile you are would!" That resulted in her swearing at me and slamming the door on my backside as I exited.
I had a difficult time thinking straight the rest of the night. My cock remained hard, and I'm sure that I had a glassy look on my face. I was hallucinating about those pussy lips reaching out and grabbing my cock and shoving it up her tiny cunt.
Judy, the female friend who had made the provocative comments to me, noticed my "predicament." She smiled at me devilishly while looking down at my crotch and licking her lips.
In less than an hour Judy was bent over a picnic table in a deserted park halfway between my Aunt's house and hers, and I was fucking the shit out of her as she was moaning and clawing at the table. I was picturing Amber's consummate body in my mind as I mercilessly pounded Judy through three orgasms before I exploded in her and actually rendered her comatose for a good thirty seconds.
As I sat next to Judy on the bench, her dress now back covering her ass but her panties shredded on the ground and my cock still upright with Judy's cum glistening on it, she said "Holy Shit, Greg. My little pussy will never be the same after that!"
"Sorry," I sheepishly replied.
Judy's response of "When can we do it again?" surprised me after her "never will be the same" comment.
