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A Discussion of Form and Style, by Unlucky (Part 3)

NOTE: I posted these about a year ago. It was the piece that got the 
most feedback by far. I'm looking to start writing dirty stories again 
and I need push in the right direction. Any ideas? Any writing exercises 
or challenges? dr.unlucky@gmail.com or take it to ASSD.

Part 3 - Correspondence

The summer passed.  Sara cried for a week, but like all 17 year olds the 
things that seemed like the end of the world were pretty much forgotten 
in a week.  By the time school started again she was herself, although 
she did cringe if her brother's name was mentioned.  David lounged 
around campus for the rest of the summer thinking, writing and studying. 
  That year was his last year at college and Sara's last year in high 
school.

As for the stories, David wrote a few but didn't post any.  He made a 
conscious decision not to look on the newsgroups, not to look for her. 
That lasted about a month and then he gave in.  "BeatDownLove" he typed 
in the search box and then just stared for a while before pressing the 
return key and wincing.

There were about 8 stories, many of which were commented on heavily.  He 
noticed "The Wrestling Match" was not among them.  In fact none of them 
seemed to be about a brother and sister.  He looked at the codes next to 
each story and saw "Mf, MF, ff, MM, MMf"...  no "inc".  He though that 
he should have felt relieved, but he didn't.

He read through the first one.  It was about a sad girl who broke up 
with her boyfriend and found solace in her girlfriend's arms.  The next 
one was about a teacher who seduces his student; this one was playful 
and light. The next was about a girl who constantly hung out with her 
best friend and her best friend's boyfriend and eventually the three of 
them get into a three way.

Every story was interesting.  He was a little aroused, but more curious. 
Each story was a little conversation with his sister.  Each story 
revealed a little more of her kinks and her humor and her self.  It was 
strange reading like this, because he had followed many writers works on 
these newsgroups but never really knew any of them personally, at least 
not before he read their stories.  He took every story apart and 
analyzed them. He noticed themes that were present in almost every 
story.  The girls were never "perfect" like in many other people's 
stories.  They were never skinny with 34 DD breasts and long blond hair. 
  They looked like Sara or maybe one of Sara's friends.  The boys tended 
to be nerdy and intellectual. Then there was the "held down by her 
wrists" scene, which was in every story.  All of her stories had one 
character that got off by being held down, wrestled to the ground and 
overpowered just like in the wrestling story.

After he read the first few he felt better.  He didn't feel guilty like 
before because the stories seemed healthier somehow, like maybe she had 
gotten over this fixation she had with him and his writing.  The thought 
made him happy but also struck a chord of jealousy somewhere deep in 
him. Would he ever get over the fixation that he had acquired for her?

And then there was that one story.  There were no tags about it being 
anything special, but then he noticed the names: Danny and Sophie. 
Danny was the name of the character in her Wrestling story and Sophia 
was Sara's middle name.

***

In His Room by BeatDownLove (MF)

Note: Sorry that this is just a fragment, but I need to write this 
scene. I think everyone has a certain scene in their head that gets them 
off.  When you can't sleep and your hands creep under the sheets and you 
close your eyes and find that thing that makes you come. I came into 
Danny's room because the thunder and the rain was pounding outside.  I 
came into his room because it was a hot summer storm and I was antsy and 
worked up, like a cat in heat.  I came into his room for a hundred bad 
reasons and when he saw me standing in the door he knew what

they were.

It was late and all I was wearing was a long shirt and panties.  All he 
was wearing was a pair of boxers.  It was at least 90 in the room and 
outside the rain pounded on the window.  He was half reading a book and 
half fanning himself with it.  I walked over to his bed and he just 
stared at me shaking his head.

"Go to bed, Sophie."

I just smiled and leaned on knee on his bed.  "Can't sleep." I said, 
slipping onto the bed, kneeling on his sheet and looking down at him. 
He swallowed, all at once he look worried, turned on and annoyed.

"What do you think you're doing Soph?" he sat up, and I kissed him on 
his lips.  He was unshaven and as he pushed me away his stubble rubbed 
roughly across my lips.

He moved away.  I pulled off my shirt with one quick motion.  He went to 
grab my shirt, but I pushed away his arm and kissed his neck.  He pushed 
me away, but I came back pressing my breasts against his naked chest.

"Sophie we can't..." but I kissed him again and this time he took longer 
to push me away.  I pushed him and he was on his back and then I was on 
top of him.

"We are doing this." I said into his neck as I kissed and bit at his 
skin.  He tried to push me away again, but I kept coming back and 
kissing him.  As we moved I felt him hard against my leg and I smiled. 
I was going to win.

I slid down his body and before he could push me off I was level with 
his crotch and his cock was slipping out of the hole in his boxers and 
my mouth was on him.  He groaned so loudly I got scared, but then I felt 
his hands weakening on me.  I sucked him deep.  My tongue on his shaft, 
his head slipping over my lips and the taste of him, the delicious taste 
of him.

I got to suck him for almost two minutes before he came to his senses 
and pushed me away.

"We can't do this Soph, go to fucking bed!" He grabbed my wrists and 
pulled me up until we were both kneeling on the bed.  He was squeezing 
my wrists so hard I knew I would have bruises, but I leaning into him 
and his cock which was still sticking out rubbed against my inner thigh.

"I'm not leaving until you fuck me." I whispered, closing my legs so 
that his cock was between them.

He shook me by my wrists.  "No!  We can't do this!" but my lips were on 
his again and he didn't push me away, he only held fast to my wrists.  I 
leaned back now, his grip on my wrists pulling him forward until I was 
laying on my back and he was on top of my pushing my arms into the bed. 
And his cock was against me and he was growling "No" into my ear but he 
was still pushing against me.

I spread my legs wide and he pressed his cock against me.  The only 
thing between us was my wet panties, but I moved from side to side just 
enough that soon his cock head was rubbing against my wetness.  He was 
fever hot and his eyes were wild.  My hands felt cold from lack of 
circulation, and all I could think of was his cock inside me.  It was so 
close, but he kept rubbing, my panties kept moving to the side, he never 
pushing in enough...  but then it happened.

I let out a sharp yelp and he grunted loudly and then he was inside me. 
He froze, his cock half in and his face went pale.  "We...  can't..." he 
started, but my hips pushed against him and he was inside me all the 
way. Danny was inside of me.

I had to keep pushing back and forth until he couldn't take it and had 
to start fucking me for real.  He kissed me hard, finally.  Every time 
he pushing into me my mind when numb and every time he pulled out I 
ached for him.  I felt his hands shaking and his body tightening and I 
new he would come soon.  I spread my legs out more and his next thrust 
went another half an inch in and my back arched.  I wrapped my legs 
around him as he sped up. His hands slipped of my wrists and I quickly 
wrapped my arms around his chest.

When he was almost there I saw him panic, he tried to pull away, but I 
tightened my arms and my legs around him and bucked my hips and came 
hard as I felt him shooting hot inside of me.

He collapsed on top of me as I shook and melted in his arms.

And he was mine.

FIN

***

The first image David could imagine was the scene of the story.  His 
room, his sister, their bodies together.  Then the image of her writing 
the story came into his mind, legs clamped together tightly as she bit 
her lip and typed furious.  Then the image that brought him over the 
edge was his sister laying in bed thinking about this scene, thinking 
about him, and getting herself off with her hand between her thighs 
whispering his name into her pillow.

Before he knew what he was doing he was hitting "reply" and typing.  It 
asked him to log in, but he didn't want to let her know it was him so he 
created a new name right there.  He filled out fake info for everything 
and for the username he though for a minute and just wrote "unlucky".

***

To: BeatLoveDown
From: unlucky
re: In His Room

We all have fantasies like that, the ones that are our staple and can 
always push us over the edge.  I think this little scene is perfect.  I 
love the way you write and I can't wait for your next story.

I'm just wondering why he is so against having sex with her?  I know it 
is just a fantasy, but is there something I missing in all of this?

email me if you want to discuss it or anything else.

-unlucky

***

Nothing came back for a few days.  He checked the new email address 
religiously, even pinging it in the middle of classes on his PDA.  After 
the fourth day he finally got something.

***

To: unlucky
From: BeatLoveDown
re: In His Room

It's a long story.  I try to stay away from certain topics in my 
writing, but this is an especially dirty fantasy I have thought about 
for a while.  He's her brother.  Sorry if that's a squick for you, 
didn't mean to ruin your enjoyment.

-beat

***

To: BeatLoveDown
From: unlucky
re: In His Room

On the contrary, that kind of fantasy can be very interesting to 
explore. I've written about it.  I'd love to see what else you could 
come up with on that topic.

-unlucky

***

To: unlucky
From: BeatLoveDown
re: In His Room

I don't write about that much anymore.  I'm trying to focus on other 
things, but I wouldn't mind reading any of yours.  I haven't seen any

posted, are they under a different name?

-beat

***

David wanted to give her a story, but he knew she would recognize his 
writing.  He tried to think of a persona to write in and came up with 
some characteristics he could play with.  He would make the narrator 
southern and he wouldn't make the brother and sister's ages so far 
apart.  He tried to stay away from his usual stylistic affectations, 
like short sentences and a lot of ellipses.  He would make it long and 
drawn out.  He tried to think like Tennessee Williams.  And he'd use the 
word "pussy" a word he had never used in any story.

***

To: BeatLoveDown
From: unlucky

Note: Just something I thought up for you.

"The Summer Dress"

It started that summer with the dress.  She wore an old hand-me-down 
summer dress their grandmother had given her on the hottest days when 
they just lounged around the house.  That's when he started noticing her 
for the first time.  She was his little sister after all and you don't 
ever look at your little sister that way, especially when she is a rough 
and tumble tomboy.

Mother hated the dress.  "Now Sally dear, we are not white trash, you 
have plenty of nice clothes, why do you insist on wearing that God-awful 
threadbare rag?" but she persisted.  It was long, coming down to right 
between her ankle and her knee.  It was a light grayish blue, but it was 
probably vivid baby blue at one time, and it had little patterns of blue 
lovebirds all over it and it was torn at the seams and had little moth 
eaten holes in it.  There were mismatched buttons all down the front and 
the two last ones were missing.  It wasn't like her, but she only wore 
it on the hottest days and only inside so no one made her change.  Back 
then she was 16 and I was 18 and we would spend time in the little 
covered porch in the back of the house laying around, lazy in the summer 
heat.  I was reading a book and watching her over the tip of it.  She 
was looking out at the sky through the big mesh covered windows.  She 
laid on a big wicker chair sideways so on leg was leaning over one 
armrest and her head was leaning on the other.  her other leg hung down 
lazily rocking.  Her dress rode up when she sat like that, clean up to 
her thigh and it pulled the front of her dress against her chest.  She 
didn't have much up front, but without a bra and with the tightness of 
the fabric because of the way she was sitting I could see the outline of 
her tits perfectly.

I got up, pretending to stretch my legs and walked over to her.  She 
didn't even look over at me.  I didn't know what she would do, because 
I'd never done anything like it before, but I just picked up her dress 
and pulled up up a few more inches then it had already been ridden up. 
This made it so I could see her cotton underwear and the soft perfection 
of her thighs.

Her head whipped around and she looked at me in shock.  I thought she 
was going to kick me, but she just sat there looking at me in stunned 
silence.

I kneeled down and put my hand on her leg, felling her skin which was 
wet with perspiration.  She just stared at me, not stopping me, but not 
doing anything to encourage me.  I rubbed my thumb up and down the 
inside of her thigh stopping just at the elastic in the leg of her 
underwear.  She turned and looked back out the window and let out a few 
shuddering sighs and I explored her skin.

I slipped one finger under her panties and her breath caught.  The heat 
and the sweat and the smell of her wetness was filling every breath.  I 
pulled the panties to the side and saw her light patch of hair and the 
pink lips of her pussy open and wet and the little nub of her clit.  I 
moved in and licked her clit.  I'd never done that before to any girl, 
but it seemed so perfect to do right then.  I licked it and rubbed his 
bottom lip against it and kissed it and sucked it.

I loved the taste of her, all salty and new, but more than that I loved 
the sounds she made.  She wasn't shy as I licked her breath caught and 
she moaned and let out little fragments of words "Fuck" and "God" and 
all those other things she'd be spanked for saying at the dinner table.

I moved one hand under my head and moved my fingertip around the wet 
hole of her pussy.  I pushed it in a little once it was wet and she let 
out a higher pitched moan.  I slipped it in farther and she sat up 
suddenly, pulling my head back by the hair and kissing me hard on the 
lips.  Her kisses were fierce, biting and sucking my lips.  Then her 
hands were on my pants, unbuttoning them quickly and pulling them down.

She sat back in the chair and put her legs up on the armrests.  I 
positioned myself in front of her, my cock hard and throbbing and wet 
with precome.

And then from behind me I heard the door swing shut behind me and a 
familiar voice scream "What EVER is going on here!"

END

***

David smiled and laughed.  He imagined her sitting there reading it, 
slowly getting into the story, squirming under his words and then at the 
end huffing and pouting at the abrupt ending.

He read over it quickly for any identifying characteristics and when he 
was sure he was safe he sent it to her.

***

To: unlucky
From: BeatLoveDown
re: You are Mean

Mean!  If you were nice and finished it, maybe I would have told you 
some interesting things about what I was doing while I was reading your

story.  Now you just get a pout and scowl.

***

It went on like this for a while.  David wrote her little bits and 
pieces of stories and she wrote back.  David wanted her more with every 
note, but as the weeks went by and it got closer to graduation the dread 
started closing in.  He would have to face her.

He was addicted to the emails, though.  He was addicted to her.  It was 
only a matter of time before he slipped up.

***

To: unlucky
From: BeatLoveDown
re: After School

When I get home I usually go into my room, check my mail and check the 
newsgroups.  If there is anything of interest in either I will take an 
old t-shirt and put it down on my chair, slip off my panties (I usually 
wear skirts these days) and read.

If it is one of your stories...  like let's say the one about the father 
catching the daughter masturbating then I hook my legs up over the sides 
of my chair and pull my skirt up as I read.  I like to touch and tease 
my thighs and breasts with little touches.  I have pretty good self 
control until the story gets going, then I lick my fingers and get to 
work.  I make circles around my clit, it gets very sensitive so I 
usually don't touch it directly that much.  I am pretty good about being 
able to time my orgasms, waiting until the girl in the story is about to 
come and then I start breathing in that certain way and rubbing my clit 
and just letting my finger slip into my pussy a little.  And when I come 
I like to push two finger in and rub my clit fast.  And I get so wet I 
make a big wet spot on the shirt I laid down.

Just like now.

My pussy is very pink.  I've looked at it a lot in the mirror.  You 
could say I'm kind of fascinated by it.  It's pink and very soft and the 
outside lips are kind of fat.  I like to spank it a little.  It has very 
soft and very light brown hair.  I think you'd like it.

In fact, since I had a very nice day and since I liked your stories very 
much...  I think I am going to take a picture of it for you.

***

Attached was a pretty clear picture of his sister from the shoulders 
down sitting in her computer chair.  She was wearing a white button up 
shirt that was open to show her bra covered breasts.  She also had a 
black skirt which was puled up to her stomach, displaying in perfect 
pink pixels his sister's sex.

David just sat there in stunned silence looking at the picture with his 
mouth open.  He couldn't believe it.  His mind couldn't grasp what he 
was looking at.  This was his little sister.  More then any story or 
email or even awkward conversation, this pushed every button in his 
brain, making him nearly come in his pants just looking at it.

The reply came quickly, though David wasn't even conscious of what made 
him write it.  He couldn't think, he was too turned on.

***

To: BeatLoveDown
From: unlucky re: The picture

Is that your brother's t-shirt?

***

No reply that day or the next.  Waiting and wondering David found 
himself looking at the picture over and over again.  He zoomed in until 
it was only boxy pixels trying to see more of it.  He needed more.

When the reply finally came, the wave of guilt and fear came with it.

***

To: unlucky From: BeatLoveDown re: The picture

I never said I had a brother.

***

David fumbled for a reply.  Was she guessing who he was?

***

To: BeatLoveDown From: unlucky re: The picture

I was guessing.  Do you?  Sorry if that isn't an appropriate question.

Your picture...  wow.  Your picture is probably the hottest thing I have 
ever seen.  I'd like to seem cool and not make a big deal of it, but 
damn. I'd do anything to see another one of those.

***

There was another long stretch of days without a response.

***

To: unlucky
From: BeatLoveDown

I probably shouldn't take anymore pictures.  I got carried away.

I have finals this week, so I probably won't be on for a while.

I am attaching a few more pictures, against my better judgement.  These 
are the last pictures I am sending, so please don't ask for more.

See you around.

PS Yes, it was my brother's shirt.

***

The first picture was of Sara standing but bent over her chair facing 
away from the camera, her perfect round ass exposed and between her legs 
just the slightest shadow of her sex.  Her skirt was still on but pulled 
up and her shirt was off.  She was looking over her shoulder at the 
camera with a wicked little grin on her face.  The second picture was of 
her laying on her bed, naked except for her bunched up skirt and knee 
high leggings.  Her legs spread, her breasts squished together by her 
hungry hands.  The last picture was of her face.  She was biting her 
bottom lip and her eyes looked full of pained hunger.  She looked like 
she was coming.

*

He didn't hear from her again online.  He sent a few hellos, but there 
were never any replies.  Before David knew it the year was over and it 
was time for graduation.

END of PART 3

Note: Thanks to Zen Master for the tough but fair editing.  I needed to 
get this story out quickly because it has been sitting in my brain and 
taunting me for the last week.  This was my first big story, so feedback 
would be really appreciated.

dr.unlucky@gmail.com | asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/unlucky/www

This story is being released under a Creative Commons Attribution Non 
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