I Wish I Didn't Wish That - Start

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This story doesn't contain much that could offend you, but I do intend to incorporate a little sneaky incest in later chapters, so if that is not your thing don't get too attached :(.

As the first chapter, and it being so short, it doesn't get too intense, so if you're looking for a quick wank, this isn't the right place for you... :(.

I do intend to do a couple different realities for later chapters, as there are many cool ways this could continue, so please comment your ideas if you feel like it :).

All characters are fictional, and are well above 18.

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Chapter 1

Annie ruffled her hand in my hair. She knew I loved it when she did that; that move was often her endgame when trying to convince me of something.

"No Silly, it's not superstition, it's real!" She giggled, her big eyes captivating me the way they always do. "'On the seventh night of the seventh month, your greatest wish will becometh'." She said in her spooky witch-voice, gesturing to the night sky through the car window.

"HAHAHA. Okay now I KNOW you're making this up."

"Mmmmmmm. Don't believe me? Make a wish then. If I'm lying, nothing will happen, right?" She had a way of always getting what she wanted.

I knew she didn't believe what she was saying, but I never could say no to her.

"Okay! Alright, fine." I sighed, wildly rolling my eyes to my girlfriend's delight. "Give me a second."

Hmm, what to wish for. I sighed again, internally this time. Anni was always doing this. She believes I have an 'irrational belief in the mythical', and tortures me with imaginary scenarios because she knows that deep down I believe her, every time. I think she thinks now that she's in university, she's above this stuff.

"Hurry uuppp," she whined, tugging at my golden hair.

"Okay okay, let me think will you?" I laughed. "It can be anything?"

"Anything."

Hmm. Maybe I am just a perv, or it was my little man's way of protesting about the lack of attention my girlfriend and I had been giving him these last couple weeks - hey, I was enjoying exploring a deeper connection with Annie, gimme a break - but my thoughts started to stray to the less-than-honourable side of the spectrum. I wish Annie's boobs would grow? No, I like them just the way they are, small, soft and sensitive, fitting perfectly into my hands. And anyway, boobs grow when a girl gets pregnant, which is NOT the type of evil-genie loophole I was trying to attract. No, I needed something specific, and something that would never happen naturally.

"Okay, I've got it." I said laughing. "I wish - "

"No!" She shouted. "It won't come true if you tell me. Wish it in your head."

For somebody who didn't believe in my fantasies, she was being awfully scrupulous about the rules.

"Done?"

"Done."

There was a long pause. "Well, nothing's happened." I eyed her, annoyed.

She smiled at me infectiously - imagine Victoria Pedretti from You, mixed with Emilia Clarke - and leaned in, her nose touching mine, her small breaths tickling my skin.

"You're so beautiful," she mumbled, her lips glancing against mine as she spoke.

Then she pushed her lips against mine, sucking my bottom lip. Powerless to resist her, after weeks of holiness (or hole-lessness 🤔), I pulled her closer, our hands exploring each other's bodies. Our pulses quickened, our breaths shortened, and yes, my little man thickened. That's the thing about finding the one: each time feels like the first.

She raised herself onto her knees in the car seat, still kissing me, and threw her right leg over both of mine, straddling me, grinding her crotch against mine.

Slowly, I traced kisses across her face, pushing her head to the side as I approached the sensitive crevice just below her jaw. Nuzzling my face into her, I sucked at her skin.

"Ohh... I love it when you do that," she moaned into my ear, giving me tingles.

Feeling encouraged, I ventured lower, without breaking my suction on her neck. Unconsciously, she leaned into my embrace, her eyes closed, her mouth open ajar. Reaching her collarbone, I paused, wrapping my arms around her small frame, and squeezed a little, kissing her collarbone again. She crumpled into my arms.

"Mhhmmmmmm." She exhaled, now arching her back, grinding her ladybits on the hard outline of my now very happy little man, and presented her boobs to me on a silver platter. I've never said no to a free meal, so, cupping her at the curve in her back, I gently pulled her chest to my lowered head. My mouth surrounded her pert nipple, my tongue wetting it through the thin fabric of her shirt. At the same time, I ran my fingers over her other, erect nipple. I could feel her breathing more deeply now, her head facing the stars as she tugged at my chest. God I love her boobs. On a whim, I thrust my groin up between her spread legs.

"Oooooohh," she giggled, burying her face against my neck. "That felt goood."

I could feel her grin against my neck.

"I want you to fuu-" she began, but her phone cut her off. Her mom was calling.

It wouldn't be the first time her mom had interrupted us; despite being in uni, Annie still lived with her mom, who enforced a strict curfew, and seemed to wait for the l exact moment NOT to call... and then call.

"Oh, fuck, what time is it?"

"Too late to finish what we started?" I asked.

"Yeah. Drive me home?" She asked, still hugging my chest, her dark eyes entrancing me.

She was very beautiful, I thought to myself. It was a thought I thought very often, but somehow she always blew me away, no matter what. I loved everything about her, from her dark hair, her smooth round face and beautiful smile, to her perky tits, the shape of her body, the way she laughed and the way she held my hand.

Actually, I had a strong thing for blondes, but I'd been told that a blonde dating a blonde gave weird, incesty vibes, so I had decided to shut that door for good. Or so I thought...

"Helloooooo." Annie laughed, using her spooky voice again. "Ground control to Major Tom."

"Hmm, what, huh, mhm?"

"You were about to drive me home."

To be continued...

This is my first story, and being the one that wrote it I can't unbiasedly know whether or not it is a story worth continuing. I have a couple cool ideas for where to take this, and yes, it will get more... steamy. Let me know in the comments if I should continue this and any unique directions to take it. I honestly just wrote it on a curious whim, was feeling a bit of writers-fomo, and won't be offended by constructive criticism. Thank you for reading, and enjoy your year!!