Just in case you missed the tags.... This one has some male on male sex, some girl on girl too but my main character is a submissive male. I know some people don't like that and prefer the guys they read about to be big and macho but that's not here this time. I wanted to try something different, I enjoyed writing this so I hope there's some of you that will enjoy reading it too. O.
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I laid back and opened my legs and watched as he got ready. He put a generous coating of lube on his cock then put the pillow under my back to raise my ass up. He placed the tip of his cock at my asshole then slowly pushed into me. He started with slow thrusts, increasing his pace as his cock got deeper inside me. He groaned as he got close then pushed deep inside me as his climax came, his cock swelling as he erupted and sprayed his cum inside me. I was hard by the time he was spent, he gently stroked my cock a few times but stopped as he pulled his softening cock from me.
"All fours tonight when I get home," he said then left the room.
When she heard the shower running, Clara got up from the chair where she sat naked and pulled the pillow from my back, closed my legs and straddled me. She took my cock inside her and began to ride me, groaning in pleasure as we gazed into each other's eyes.
She leaned down to kiss me and whispered, 'cum in me' in my ear. I met her thrusts and after just a few more, we came together, moaning into each other's mouths.
"That was so good, I love when we cum together," she said.
"We should shower together too, I'm starting to leak," I replied.
"Such a mood killer, you know I'll clean it up. Cuddle with me first."
"Fine."
We held each other for a while. I gently brushed the hair from her face and kissed her, smiling as I thought back to how it all started.
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"Marcus, will you please clean your room? It was clean and now it's like a bomb hit it!" said Mom.
"Sorry Mom, I was looking for a book that I got a fine notice on if I didn't return it today. I'll get it done," I replied.
"What book, I hope it wasn't one of those $500 ones."
"Oh, it was but I returned it in time."
"You're usually better at tracking those, mister."
"Well, helps when it wasn't taken by a certain Step-sister," I said with a grin, emphasizing the 'step'.
"Bite me, you said I could borrow it 3 weeks ago. Not my fault you forgot," replied Clara with a laugh.
"Love how she becomes Step sister again when she's in trouble but just Sister when you need a ride somewhere," laughed Mom.
"She knows I'm kidding, we may not be blood related but I do love my sister," I said, grabbing Clara in a hug.
"Ah, get off me ya weirdo," she laughed, pulling away from me.
Clara was a year older than me. Our parents met at group therapy session when her Mom and my Dad had passed away. We were pretty young at the time but we eventually became friends when our parents later got married. It wasn't all smooth sailing but as the years went on, we grew out of the fighting and bickering from our younger days. We were both attending our local community college for different fields in IT.
I had learned that it was good having an older sister. She was very helpful with advice on girls and I was happy to give her the scoop on which of the guys in my year were not worth chasing. Despite her being very pretty, she stayed single most of the time and would answer 'maybe I just prefer it this way' any time someone asked her. I was not too bad looking 6'2 and did a lot of sports so I was pretty well built. I seemed to want women who were very wrong for me though. I had decided to stay single for while after my last break up and I was happy enough jerking off to my porn.
My stepdad was pretty cool too. I'd initially rejected him as a father figure but Mom had us all sit and talk through our fears and we all came to a good understanding. He made my Mom really happy so I eventually appreciated him for that. We'd talked about it too, I loved him but he accepted I'd never want to call him Dad.
I had just finished putting my room back together later that day when Clara came to see me.
"I'd have helped if you asked me you know," she said, sitting on my bed.
"No, was my mess, I really did forget I loaned you the book. I think I was still moping over Becky," I replied.
"She was such a bitch, I'm glad you broke up."
"She was nice at first."
"Yes, but you have a type and she was not right for you."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not being mean about it but you like to be controlled."
"I do not," I said, defensively.
"It's just an observation but you prefer 'take control' women. It's really not a bad thing, I promise I'm not making fun of you or anything."
I thought about it and she was right. I threw a clean pair of socks at her.
"Eww, I hope these aren't your spanking it socks," she said with a laugh.
"No, those are in the wash," I replied.
"I'm right though, aren't I?"
"It doesn't matter, I'm staying single for a bit and that's that."
"Well, I just think it's important to know so you don't keep chasing little bitches who want to call their boyfriends 'daddy' and be dominated all the time."
"Yes, wonderful and insightful as always. Now can you please leave so I can shower?"
"Can I watch?"
"No, now's who's the weirdo."
Clara slapped my ass as she walked by me, something she did a lot and I never really thought anything of it. Our banter was always playful after the fighting years. I think she noticed when I noticed she was getting breasts and she would often use them as weapons, flashing me to get her way or the last donut. I freely admit to jerking off to the mental image I saved of them, they really are perfect.
I should have listened to that conversation more, despite my desire to stay single I dated a pretty blonde for a bit and it didn't end well. She decided to break up with me in spectacular fashion in the college canteen when she found out I wasn't the dominant she was hoping for.
"So, you're Mr. Big and tall but you fold when I get you home? What the fuck was that last night, Marcus?" she yelled.
"I'd rather we didn't talk about it here, Lucy," I replied. I could feel my face go red.
"Fuck that! I can give a warning to other women who'd want you. Marcus might look big and macho but turns into a kitten in bed. You're not a man, you're a fucking pussy."
What happened next amazed me. I didn't see Clara coming but she got right in Lucy's face and spoke really quietly.
"If you keep yelling about my brother to embarrass him, not only will I kick your ass right here but I'll make sure half the college knows you stuff your bra and the other half will think you have a dose of something really nasty. Walk away, take the loss while you still have a nice straight nose and pretty lips that are not bleeding," she said to her.
Lucy looked at me then back at Clara and thought better of seeing if she was serious or not. Clara sat facing me as people just carried on with their lunch.
"You didn't have to do that, sis," I said to her.
"I wasn't going to let that cunt berate you that way. Sorry she picked the wrong guy but there was no need for that. I love you and I don't like seeing you hurt is all," she said to me.
"Well, thank you. I read her wrong, just another bitch."
"What am I going to do with you?" she said, smiling.
"Protect me from the perils of dating apparently," I said with a laugh.
I was thankful for summer break that started the following week. I would soon be forgotten by the 40 or so people in the canteen that day and I could just hide in the corner again. Clara decided she wasn't done with me though and told me to prepare myself for a night out.
"I don't like the idea of you both going to a club, Clara. Neither of you are legal to drink," said her Dad.
"Dad, if I wanted to drink do you honestly think I'd tell you where we were going? They have everyone wear wristbands; we'll both be wearing blue which means they wouldn't sell us alcohol. If you're caught without one, you're kicked out. I promise it really is a safe club. I want Marcus to have a good time and I know he'll love the music there."
"I trust him, Jack, he'll look after her," added Mom.
"Fine. Just call if you miss the last train, still don't understand why you're not driving," said her Dad.
"Parking in the city will cost us more than the club, it'll be fine," replied Clara.
We arrived at the club and Clara led the way. We were given a key for a locker which I didn't understand at first, then given a blue wristband showing we were under 21 for drinking. I didn't hear what the lady asked but Clara had them give me a yellow band that she put on me. She got a black one.
"Phone please," she said to me when we were into the lobby area.
"What?" I replied.
"You'll see when we get inside but no phones. They go in the locker."
I reluctantly gave her my phone then watched as she took off the jacket she had on. She had been hiding the sexiest outfit I'd ever seen on her and I knew I'd struggle to not stare at her all night. Her top was really low cut and her amazing breasts were accentuated with a push up bra. She looked really beautiful.
"So, I'm guessing with the look on your face you approve of my outfit?" she said with a grin.
"You look amazing," I replied.
"Thank you. I should be honest about this place but I knew you wouldn't come if I told you before. It's kind of a dating place but strictly not a sex club. I just want you to see that you're not the only guy who is submissive and there are women out there who like and want that."
"Wait, submissive, what do you mean?"
"It means you want to be led, my love. It's not a bad thing, it's who you are and the sooner you accept it, the happier you'll be."
"So am I here to be sold to the highest bidder or something?"
"No, I told you, you're here to observe is all. My wristband says don't fucking talk to me and I'm not letting you out of my sight."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I told you, I really hate seeing you get hurt all the time. Hopefully we'll see here that you're not the only guy out here that would rather be led."
We got a drink each, the club catered very heavily to people who didn't want to drink so they had a huge range of non-alcoholic cocktails. We walked around for a bit, enjoying the music and mostly watching the people. Clara was right too, I wasn't the only guy wearing a yellow wristband. They were all different too, not all what I expected for the stereotype 'submissive' guy. We sat at one of the high-top tables and watched as the club got busier.
"You know I'm not the only woman here, right?" Clara said to me after a while.
