Btw, I'm gonna act like a tyrant, if I do have control over posts in this "story", so if something doesn't fit my narrow point of view of the world, a...nd I actually feel like it, I'm probably gonna try to delete it. Will I? I don't know.Anyways, this will just be the hub page, the seed where all of your daydreams, nightmares, fleeting fantasies, can sprout from as long as you write them. Hell, if you want, you can just straight up make a diary, though keep in mind people will be able to read it. I thought of anything but my sister to make it soften. Eventually it did and I drifted into an uneasy sleep. A blast of thunder shook me awake. Not that storms scared me. It’s just that it was extremely loud. I couldn’t say the same for Amy though. She was terrified of storms. Just the thoughts of my sister made my cock stand straight up. I couldn’t help but to stroke my self. The image of my cock going in and out of my sister’s mouth made me increase the speed of my hand. Then I saw my door. He yanked down, splitting the material in two. After throwing the torn dress into a corner, he jerked her bra off, then ripped her panties away. His own shorts fell down his legs and he kicked them away."Like this," he said, pushing her to the plush carpet and climbing between her legs.He was an a****l now, caring for nothing but his own savage lust. Sara wanted to fight him, to rip her nails into his insolent face, to push him away -- yet she found herself grunting with ecstasy. She spread her. I was easily the first one naked and still had enough of a buzz going I was ok with that. Besides, it’s only fair for the wedding party to see the bride naked, right? Once I was naked, the game still had to go on. I was to pay at first by lap dances and letting the guys grope me. It seemed like harmless fun and I went along with it. Besides, these were not guys who would normally have a chance with a girl like me. The best man and my fiancé’s brother, Jim, was my height, about 180 lbs.