My Dear Readers,
Disclaimer:
What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.
Some spelling and grammatical errors are mine however some are intentional. Which is witch I leave as an exercise for those anal enough to care.
Votes and comments are as always gratefully received. E-mail will get personnel response if you remember to leave me a return e-mail address.
Enjoy.
Dom Woolf
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My sister is a freak, I mean totally. She left home at sixteen, said she had learned all school could teach her, and wanted to see what the world had to offer.
She came back at seventeen, sporting a few tattoos and some piercings and some freaky friends who would drop by from time to time. They would disappear into her room and the weird music and chanting would waft through the house for hours.
She left again at eighteen and was gone for a year. Now she's back and as before she has new tats and piercings and freaky friends and is back to being that mysterious girl the family sees once in a blue moon as she drifts through the house.
I, on the other hand, was the good son, not that my parents noticed me any more than they did her. They are good people, our parents, they just didn't have much interest or time for anything in the world that wasn't work related. I was a straight 'A' student, finished high school a year early and next year would be off to college, but for now I had a long lazy summer ahead and partying to do.
My parents left my sister and I at home while they went off on a trip for the company they worked for. They would be gone for six weeks.
Did I mention my sister was a freak? Her hair was dyed more colors than the rainbow, her arms, neck, fingers, and feet sported colorful tattoos, god alone knew what else was inked. Her nose had three diamond piercings, her right ear too many rings to count. Her lip and left ear each carried three rings. What other body parts were drilled and filled was anyone's guess.
Her current choice of clothes ran to either black jeans and flowing black lacy blouses or black floor to neck lace covered gowns decorated in heavy silver chains, necklaces with ankhs or crosses and rings on every finger. Knee high boots completed the ensemble.
Her girl friends outfits made hers look conservative. When they got together the house was filled with giggles, whispered laughter, and sneaked glances. Maybe they were trying to see if their behavior would shock me, if so they had a lot farther to go. A public school education had exposed me to lots more freaky things than sis and her friends had come up with so far.
So one Friday night after partying with some friends I got home about eleven-ish, slightly drunk from my buddies kegger. I popped a frozen pizza into the oven, went and grabbed a shower, took the pizza and one of dad's beers and plopped down in front of the flat screen to watch some tube.
One beer too many, I crashed. Weird dreams and strange sensations brought me half out of a drunken stupor. I was covered in naked brightly colored girls who seemed to be tying me up and holding me down at the same time.
I struggled, at least I think I did but it was not too clear at that time. I know I stopped fighting when I noticed my shorts had disappeared and some multi colored head was bobbing up and down sucking my dick.
I shook my head trying to clear both my vision and the cobwebs out of my head and my face slapped against a big soft tattooed tit with bars through the nipples and a shiny shield pointing the nipple straight at my lips. I remember sucking and licking fascinated at the taste of both nipple and silver.
It must have taken a few moments, things were sort of blank there for a few, but I remember feeling a finger probing my asshole and then something pushing its way in and vibrating like crazy. What ever it was it made my cock so hard it hurt and between the thing in my ass and the hot wet mouth sliding along my cock I exploded.
Things were a little confused there for a few minutes because the next thing I remember was lying on my back and a naked tattooed Goth with black hair and a blue pussy was riding my prick like a horse. I remember, at least I think I do, protesting or mumbling something when another naked pussy settled down over my mouth.
It had rings through each lip and a ring outlining the clit and then my tongue was too busy licking and sucking for much else to matter or be remembered.
The rest of the night was a blur, all half memories and all confused, with blurred images of tits and tats, ass and pussy, rings and spikes and colors all jumbled in my head. I remembered smoking something and I remembered giggling, wither it was my giggle or that of the coven of witches that held my body and my cock in their ringed and tattooed hands I just can't quite recall.
I woke up Saturday morning with the three things all vying for my attention. The first was the worst headache I had ever had, fighting for second place was the most upset stomach and coming in third but moving up on the inside track was the fullest bladder I could ever remember.
I stumbled across the room and made it to the toilet before I peed on the rug. Once the snake was drained, the stomach decided to back off a bit and give me some breathing room, which is pretty much what I did for the next ten minutes or so, just sat on the toilet and breathed.
Deciding I might live, I checked the medicine cabinet for some aspirin. None. Ok, mom always has some in her bathroom. I grabbed something to cover my ass and went down the hall to mom's room. Lying across the bed were two naked Goth chicks, one of which was the black and blue haired pony rider from my nightmare.
Up to that point I had really been hoping it was just a dream. Forgetting the aspirin I went in search of my sister. I found her in the kitchen pouring some juice, she turned and handed me a glass to me along with two tabs of aspirin.
I popped them in my mouth and took a big swig of juice. It wasn't just juice. The vodka tainted the sweet just a bit, but at that point I didn't care.
"A little hair of the dog that bit ya bro, helps settle the stomach and the head."
"Thanks!" It was then that I noticed what she was wearing or should I say not wearing. She had this thong bikini bottom that almost covered her camel toe in front and hid exactly nothing in the rear. Her top consisted of two nipple shields with bars through her nipples holding them in place, a bunch of tattoos and rings and chains piercing her body in places I wouldn't have thought anyone would pierce and that was the sum total of her outfit.
'Yo, Bro. You're staring!"
"You're just about naked!"
"Didn't seem to bother you last night." She smiled and looked pointedly down at the front of my shorts which I just now noticed were missing a button and gaped open at a most inappropriate spot.