Heatseeker
Avery Sam
Heatseeker
by Avery Sam
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A Normal Family
A Lot to Take In
Role Play
Juicy
Dark Supernova
Nothing to Fear
Also by Avery Sam
A Normal Family
Yes, okay. I had sex with my brother, alright?
It was only one time, so I really don’t know what the big deal is. Sheesh! Most women these days have a body count of well over 50 by the time they’re my age, but I’m supposed to feel guilty because I accidentally had sex with my brother one time? Come on. Get over yourself.
Apparently, it’s perfectly fine to snort some K and take on five guys at a frat party, but me doing something crazy a single time that wasn’t planned or intentional in any way, shape or form, and I’m the freak?
There are chicks out there who are banging a thousand guys in a single day for their OnlyFans channel, and everyone out there is calling them a girl boss and strong, independent woman, but I’m supposed to be an inbred weirdo because my foot slipped on the carpet after I had just woken up and my brother's cock slipped inside of my pussy? Frankly, the hypocrisy of it all makes me sick.
I’ve even known girls who have taken it up the ass from their cousins, and no one blinks an eye about that. Heck, they could admit to sucking their stepfather’s dick when their mother was out for groceries, and everyone would throw them a parade and celebrate what a shameless hottie they were.
But one slip-up, one single, lousy time where a series of insanely improbable events came together that resulted in a one-in-a-million chance of my brother’s cock sliding inside of me, and I’m supposed to feel guilty for life? Nope. Not gonna happen.
Heck, I even knew a woman one time who was obsessed with that old TV show “Baywatch,” and she’d get into a kind of frenzy whenever she’d go to the beach, climbing up those towers and offering free blowjobs to all the lifeguards.
Does it matter that she sucked an even dozen cocks in a single day and her hair looked like someone had dumped half a bottle of shampoo on it? No, of course not. It was just her “enjoying her kink” and “YOLO” and now she's happily married with three kids. But me getting off one single time due to circumstances that happened totally by chance, and I’m the sicko? No, I don’t think so.
And don’t even get me started about how guys are allowed to do whatever they want and that’s perfectly okay, but women can't. I know lots of guys who did nasty stuff like jerking off into their socks and then leaving them to be cleaned up by their mothers and a thousand other indescribably disgusting things.
The double standards make me want to scream with frustration. I mean, if these were the old days when a girl letting a guy get to “first base,” but only after he told everyone you two were “going steady” was the norm, then yeah, I could understand a bit more of a prudish attitude.
But those days are long gone, don’t you know that? Wake up! There are no more rules anymore. You've got people out there doing all kinds of things, including teachers banging their students, and I’m talking about women teachers getting nasty with their male students, and everyone just laughs and thinks it’s a harmless joke.
I know. I know. You think I’m exaggerating. But go to any bookstore and look at the crap they’re selling now right out in the open. One book I read was about this college girl who ended up fucking the entire hockey team by the time it was over.
Another book, and this was a bestseller by the way, was about this chick “fake dating” her professor, and then she ending up fucking this professor at another college just so she could get an internship there or whatever. I’m telling you, people are up to all kinds of depraved stuff, but I’m supposed to feel weird about something that I must remind you happened a grand total of one time and then never, ever again, all right?
It’s ironic that people will point their fingers at me and want to make me feel ashamed, but every time I ask them what, exactly, I was supposed to do about it, they’ve got nothing to say. I’m serious. Imagine it happened to you. Imagine your brother’s surprisingly thick cock got jammed inside of you one afternoon, or you slipped your meat inside your sister when you two were wrestling underneath the blanket. Then what? What would you do?
And don’t say “call the cops” because it was an accident, all right? And partly my fault, too, if I'm being honest. But even if it wasn’t my fault, or even if I did want to call the cops, then what? No matter what I did or didn’t do, I’d never be able to erase the fact that it happened, would I? No.
Unless you’ve got access to some kind of time machine, it’s a fact that’ll remain with me for the rest of my life, so what do you want me to do about that? Cry and feel sorry for myself? Wouldn’t it be healthier just to move on and not make such a big deal about it?
Look, I get it, all right? I do. Some people’s families are monsters. Sometimes, dads sneak into their daughter’s rooms at night and do unspeakable things. Sometimes, brothers take advantage of their younger sisters or even their mothers when they pass out from drinking or doing drugs.
Those are all awful and I fully condemn them, but that’s not happened to me, okay? Although it really feels like that’s what you want me to say. You want me to cry and wail and shake my fists because my drunken brother assaulted me. But he wasn’t drunk, and he is actually younger than me, and no one assaulted anyone. Sorry, not sorry.
I consider myself a perfectly normal person, and I don’t care what you have to say about it. You aren’t me, and you weren’t there, were you?
Look, my brother was an incurable horndog when he was younger, but so what? All guys are like that when they’re teenagers, as I’m sure you were as well. Show me one guy that age who isn’t walking around with raging hormones all the time at that age, and I’ll show you a pathetic pussy who probably would be better off cosplaying as a girl. Young guys can’t control their cocks, and that’s just how nature works.
Of course, if that one-time accident had become something regular, then yeah, I could understand all the judgment and shame people seem so insistent on wanting me to feel. But I’m not going to feel guilty for something that happened purely by chance and that wasn’t anyone’s fault.
My little brother is a goofball and a knucklehead, but what happened wasn’t his responsibility any more than it was mine. That’s what the word “accident” means, sweetie. It means an unintended, unexpected event that occurred, which is exactly what happened one afternoon when our parents weren’t home.
I always feel like I’m being put on trial whenever I bring up the fact that my brother accidentally put his dick in my pussy, but I’m tired of being treated that way. Therefore, I’m going to explain exactly what happened so you can understand that it wasn't something anyone planned or wanted to happen.
Furthermore, if any woman you know had been there in my place, she probably would’ve done the same thing I did, so get off your self-righteous horse, okay? I see that look on your face. Shit happens in this world. You can’t let it define you or else you’ll spend your whole life being a victim, which is pretty pathetic, if you ask me.
All right, so here’s how it went down, and I want you to pay attention because I’m not going to repeat myself, and no, I’m not going to answer any questions either.
If you don’t want me judging you for the time you got drunk at that party and then went upstairs with the wrong person, and you know exactly who I’m talking about, then you’ll shut up and listen. And please, if you have even a modicum of self-dignity, do not repeat this to anyone, okay? Even your family.
I’m only telling you this story because you asked, but if you so much as look at me cross-eyed, you and I are never having sex ever again, and that includes all the kinky stuff you like.
Whew, okay, now where was I? Ah, right. It was some time in the afternoon, I don’t really know when exactly. I’m pretty sure it was a Saturday, but it was definitely the weekend because I always slept in on the weekends whenever I could. Again, I know my parents weren’t home, but I don’t remember where they were. I don’t remember what month this happened either, but it must’ve been getting on toward the end of the school year because the weather was warm.
I know the weather was warm because I wasn’t wearing anything but my red lacy thong. Again, I know some people want to judge me for not wearing more clothes in bed, but it was hot out, all right? Anyway, I was in my room all alone, so I could wear whatever the hell I wanted to. And, as it turned out, I was wearing my red lacy thong. Why that one and not a different pair of underwear? I really don’t know. It was pretty comfortable, even if it was rather skimpy.
In fact, I remember how surprised I was after I bought it and took it home because it was so comfortable to wear. As a guy, you probably don't realize this, but a lot of times those G-string type thongs end up riding up in your crack, but this one was cut a certain way that it stayed put, and in fact, it pretty much felt like I wasn’t wearing anything at all when I had it on. Since you’re not a girl, you probably can’t appreciate that, but finding a sexy pair of underwear that doesn’t get all bunched up and feels comfortable all day long when you're wearing them is pretty much akin to winning the lottery.
Anyway, so yeah, I was lying there on my bed wearing just my red lacy thong. There were sheets on my bed, I do remember that, but I’d kicked them off because, again, it was a warm day, and I’d slept in until some time in the afternoon. Whatever the case, when I woke up, I was lying there uncovered, which again, wasn’t unusual when the weather was warm.
What was unusual, however, was that my brother was in my room when I woke up. Okay, hang on one second and let me back up.
Although you haven't met her yet, I have an older sister, and after we moved into the house on the corner, there were a couple of years where she and I had to share a room. When this event that I'm telling you about took place, she had left for college, and she’d taken most of her stuff, but we still had the same layout with two beds in the room even though no one was using hers. Does that make sense?
Anyway, the point is that it was my room where this happened, and the only one staying in there was me, but there were two beds. Yes, my brother had his own room and no, he never slept in my sister’s bed, or mine for that matter.
Sheesh! How many times do I have to tell you that I come from a normal family?