This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All characters partaking in sexual activity are over 18 years of age and fully consent to the acts therein.
This story takes place in a fictitious timeline, namely a timeline void of COVID-19 and the resulting quarantines and horribleness.
This is my first attempt at writing erotica. I got good grades in English class, but not great so if you see any spelling or grammatical errors I sincerely apologize.
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This is the second part of a three-part story. You really need to read part one to get the full story.
Sexual acts in this story do include minor CNC, there is also the use of derogatory language directed at members of the LGBTQ+ community, if any of this is a trigger for you please proceed with caution or read something else. I promise I will never hold it against you. Your enjoyment is my top priority.
Also for previous readers, commentators and voters, you are properly amazing, knowing you spent your time on my story is a seriously great honor thank you. Also, there will be a lot less time between this part and part three, promise.
That's probably enough from me, let's get to our girls, Superren
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"What the Hell are you doing here?" stunned by the figure that stood before me, "how did you even find me?" He just smiled that all-knowing smile.
"I'll give you props, it wasn't easy, I mean Shanghai, what were you thinking?" He said, still smiling.
He had no right to sound so jubilant. Yes, he had found me but I wasn't looking to be found.
"The reason I'm in China is because of you, and Mom and Dad. Running me out of my home away from the person I love most in the world. Because of threatening both of us with prison, then discarding me like I'm just yesterday's trash. So I put the Pacific ocean between us or was that not fucking far enough!" I slammed the door in his face. I no longer saw him lying in that hospital bed. All I saw was his face as he shoved me into the trunk of his car. Holly hysterical on our porch and then pulling away, everything I ever held dear fading further and further from my grasp.
He continued knocking, not relenting in the speed or volume. I opened the door once more, his smile replaced by annoyance.
"Ivy, I had to connect through Tokyo and Hanoi to get here."
"Well, I'm sorry that messing with what little life I have left isn't convenient for your travel plans. Now piss off before I call the cops." I went to slam the door in his face again but he put his arm up to stop me.
"Deebee eses," he said, looking at me resolutely.
"What did you say?"
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It was early on a Saturday morning. Over the past several weeks I had woken up just as the Sun rose. I didn't need an alarm, my body, and mind were in total equilibrium. I awoke to watch the amber light envelop the beautiful form that lay in my arms. Her head resting lightly on my shoulder, her breath tickling my erect nipple. I kissed her softly on the head, smelling her apple-scented shampoo. She stirred slightly.
"Come on baby, time to get up."
"Just 5 more minutes," she said, her eyes remaining closed, her head not moving. I had no desire for her to move. My hands, by their own volition, began to trace the contours of her body and she moaned, "not fair," and nuzzled my neck. She began to peck me with kisses, causing a sharp intake of breath and my pussy began to tingle. Everything she did made me love her more and more. My hands continued their movement around her body as I tried to find some semblance of willpower.
"You need to get going," I said unconvincingly.
"Why?" she whispered followed by another peck, "remember how wet I made your pussy last night?"
She had made me extremely wet the night before. But to be fair she made me wet every night. We would say goodnight to our parents and our brother and make our way to our bedrooms. Then 20 minutes after the house fell silent my bedroom door would open and in would walk this majestic creature, gifted to me by the gods. Removing her pajamas as she made her way to my bed, I didn't even wear pajamas anymore. She would crawl under the covers and every night without fail, we made love more beautiful than I could ever describe. Sometimes slow and loving other times (only when we were alone in the house) fast and rough, screaming to be fucked. Whatever the situation we always had time to make each other feel good.
"Because, if you carry on kissing me there is no way I'll be able to stop."
"That's just more incentive to keep kissing you," she giggled and licked my neck up to my ear.
"Fuck it," I whispered and pulled her to me, our tongues immediately entwining. My pussy was already gushing when we heard something outside my bedroom window. Holly was on top of me and displeased, got up to peek out the window.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" She moved at pace towards my bedroom door grabbing her pajamas with only a quick gaze backward to say she loved me and was gone before I could utter my reply.
I got up to see what had rattled her ready to curse out whatever had intruded what would have been a perfect morning. I heard them before I saw them. Josh was helping his girlfriend Amy pull luggage out of the trunk of his car. I really hate my brother sometimes. I dressed simply in a hoodie and leggings and went downstairs to open the door.
"Good to see you again Amy," I said even though her arrival had interrupted my morning tryst.
"And what about me?" said Josh.
"I see you all the time, your presence has become pretty mundane," Amy laughed and Josh failed badly to stifle a laugh, it sounded almost like he was about to have a coughing fit.
"Ivy, you do have to tell me your secret, every time I think I've outwitted him he knows just what to say, damn that silver-tongue of his," She said as she approached and hugged me.
Amy was a fairly tall African-American girl, 5" 10 with black hair tied in a short braid that hung neatly between her shoulder blades. Her body screamed that she was an athlete. Which is how she and Josh met, college basketball star meets college swimming star at a varsity rally. 3 years later she's practically family. A creak on the stairs revealed a yawning Holly.
"Hey Amy," she said as she approached and hugged her, "Oh and you're here too," looking at Josh with disinterest.
"What does nobody love me anymore?" Josh pouted, knowing his little sisters were just trying to get under his skin.
"Aww I still love you, baby," Amy said and turned round to kiss him. Before she could he puffed up his chest and crossed his arms.
"Prove it," he said, pretending to sound stubborn. Amy giggled slightly and turned to us holding up her left hand revealing a beautiful diamond ring.
Holly and I both squealed like little schoolgirls as we charged towards them both. I pulled Amy into the deepest hug. Holly leaped at Josh who held her off the ground. His 6" 4 frame easily taking her weight. We must have been making too much noise because the unmistakable groan of a mother not getting her beauty sleep on a Saturday morning was heard at the top of the stairs.
"What on Earth is going on down here?" said mom donning her bathrobe.
"Mom, there's someone I want you to meet," Josh stepped aside to reveal Amy.
"Amy, it's lovely to see you, dear," she turned to Josh, "but I met her when you came home for thanksgiving 2 years ago."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong mom, you met my girlfriend, Amy here is my fiancee," as he said this Amy held her ring to our mom.
She squeaked equally as schoolgirl-like as we had and pulled them both into an embrace as only a mother can.
"Robbie, get down here, oh you two," she held a hand on each of their shoulders and began to well up.
"Okay, come on Mom," Holly pulled her by the hand through to the living room probably to avoid the embarrassment of crying in front of her future daughter-in-law. I gave them both another hug as our Dad came down the stairs.
"Anyone gonna clue me in," this time Amy answered first.
"Mr. Lake, may I ask you for permission to have your son's hand in marriage?"
We all had breakfast together that morning, mom went all out, pancakes, waffles, bacon, eggs, croissants, but with the six of us, it was all gone in no time. Mom and Amy discussed wedding plans, even though Josh and she had agreed to wait a couple of years to get the funds together. Josh and dad spoke of sports, Basketball, Football, Hockey and since there was no mention of Soccer I spoke with my sister. We were playing footsie discreetly as Josh and Amy declared that they had to return to California in a few days.
"He wanted to tell you first, he's scared of my step-dad," said Amy, laughing wryly.
"I'm not scared of him, I just have a healthy respect for a man that can snap me in two," We all took a jab at Josh who looked rather uncomfortable. He was clearly not used to being the butt of so many jokes.
As not to raise suspicion of our little game and also because I noticed I was getting wet again I decided we should all go out. Holly and I wanted to go shopping. Josh and Dad refused.
So it was a ladies' trip to the mall. We wanted some new clothes for college which was rapidly approaching. We slowed as we passed a sporting goods store and I thought I would treat myself to some new Soccer boots. Not paying too much attention to anything when someone caught my eye. Tommy Farringdon, my ex-boyfriend, not that he knew that yet. I had been too caught up in my whirlwind relationship with my sister to talk to him.
"Hey babe," he said as we passed and he leaned in to kiss me, I managed to maneuver so it was just on the cheek.
"Hey Tommy," I replied, staring at Holly for help, she just led Amy and Mom away from what was going to be a very uncomfortable conversation.
"So what's up, It's like you've been avoiding me."
