I found some old short stories written long time ago when I was a teenager for a Polish website that no longer exists. Even though these were my first attempts, I thought that maybe still they would make someone's time more pleasant, and at the same time be an interesting example of the evolution of my work.
The story is pure fantasy. The similarity of names, places and situations is accidental.
English is not my main language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes caused by using a translator. Enjoy.
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It had been maybe two days since the last story, but everything was the same as before. Well, maybe except for the quiet moans I heard from the top bunk in my cousin's room, which I sometimes jerked off to. On Thursday I went out for a walk around the neighborhood and on my way back I stopped by a small supermarket.
I went to the cash register and said with a smile, "Good morning. I'd like a large pack of condoms."
"Good morning. Aren't you too young for this kind of thing?" asked the cashier (generally a pretty good chick).
"I guess you won't find out," I replied.
"I guess not... What do you want them to be?"
"XL ribbed."
"I see you know what you want, young one," she replied with a smile.
I paid and said goodbye to the agitated cashier. I went home. I quietly opened the door and went upstairs to the room. Camille was sleeping inside. Not wanting to wake her up, I backed off and wanted to go downstairs to watch TV, but as I was passing my aunt and uncle's bedroom, I heard strange sounds. I went closer to the ajar door and looked inside through the crack. Robert and Izabelle were lying on the bed and my uncle was fucking my aunt. Izzy was lying on her back with her legs spread wide and was moaning, digging her nails into the back of uncle who was fucking her. They must have thought I wouldn't be home any longer, and Camille wouldn't wake up because she didn't even try to be too quiet. I slowly pushed the door open about 10 cm to get a better view. My cock immediately stiffened when I saw my aunt and uncle fucking. Because at the moment of the spectacle, I had an idea. I quietly returned to my room and started waking Camille.