Tick Tock

My half-sister, Liz, 21, and I, Jon, 22, same dad, different moms, grew up really close. We didn't have much growing up. Nearly had to share everything together — toys, rooms, even clothes. Liz wore most of my old clothes as I grew out of them. Our parents had us bathe together as kids because it was easier for them and then shower together after we grew out of baths to save on the water bill until we started complaining that it was too weird. Eventually, we got to shower separately. Our dad was a heavy equipment mechanic and repaired broken-down machinery on site, often at remote locations and at any time, day or night. Needless to say, he worked long hours and was not around too often. My stepmom, who I consider my mom due to my birth mom having nothing to do with me, drug problem, that's why my dad left her and could get full custody of me. She worked two jobs, one at a stable nursing home and the second as a living assistant that traveled to the homes of the elderly. So a...

(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. A brief recap of part one: A 19-year-old boy who grew up in a cult that lied to him about sex and many other things and gave him medicine to stunt his puberty, stumbles upon a beautiful woman in the woods that begins to teach him the truth.) "There's one last thing I want to teach you before you scurry on back to your little commune," Evie said. Jay only half heard her as she climbed off of him. He noticed his deflating shaft was covered in a sticky white substance as it flopped out of her. "Is that from me or you?" He asked, rubbing a little off on his finger. Evie took his hand gently in hers and said that's mainly you. "It's called cum. Sorry, the technical term is sperm." Then she stuck his finger in her mouth and sucked it off. "And it is delicious." Even after cumming twice already, that made him instantly hard again. Evie glanced down and...

I hit the speed bump at least ten miles an hour over the speed limit. The Jeep objected to my rough handling, bouncing hard, and I heard a nasty scrape as my exhaust battered off the highest point of the hump. I winced, but I was late -- really late. I swung into my street and, seeing no nosey neighbors out in their front gardens, floored it until my house came into view. His car was in my driveway. It had probably been there a while. My phone had beeped at least three times, but I hadn't had the courage to look and see if it was Sir. It wasn't like his displeasure could make me go any faster. And it wasn't my fault that some moron had dumped their load on the highway and trapped us all for over an hour. I pulled into the second space in the drive as quickly as I dared. I had the engine off and had yanked up my handbag in the space of a heartbeat, flinging myself out the door and around Sir's car to the front porch, where he was waiting for me, an overnight suitcase at...