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Harry was 16 years old, so by then he had wanked to every conceivable genre of porn his burnt out computer had to offer. Senior, bondage, filth, ‘natural’, incest, milf, threesomes, forced, hentai, asian- Harry had pulled one out to all of them, but they all became dull while his dick grew soft. He couldn’t wank to anything, none of those videos seemed real enough. So Harry was left in his quiet home with nothing but several loads of sexual frustration to keep him company. Harry lived in a two storey house made of auburn brick. The front door opened to a simple living room: light green carpet spread across the floorboards, two hunks of white leather sofa we’re dropped in the centre to face the plasma nailed high on the wall, below the T.V was a low-lying bench with photos of the family hugging and forcing grins, standing before a back drop of waterfalls and mountainous regions. Two cone-like lights hanged from the grey roof to light up the room, to the left of the room was a dark hallway, the stairs that could be faintly made out in the hallway led up to bedrooms and a bathroom. Harry’s bedroom was to the left, filled with punk-rock band posters and chords to various electronics scattered carelessly with wrinkled clothes across the white carpet. His bed was tucked away in a corner, the faintly stained blue sheets barely hanging off the mattress. The door to Harry’s room use to closed on a regular basis, but since his lost interest in porn there was no need for privacy, what else did he need privacy for? He was a teenager in a first-world nation, wasn’t exactly someone you could blackmail or write a book about. So he would spend his nights down stairs şişli eskort in the living room, spread out across the couch watching re-runs of Sex in the City: why bother getting turned on? The night had being a hot one, the sweat on Harry’s brow building thickness that felt like a light weight. He wore dampened rock band shirt and a pair of dark grey sports shorts, the a faint merciful breeze burrowing it’s way through his pants and moving against his underwear. Harry’s parents had gone to a wine function for recovering alcoholics and his sister had gone out on her regular drunk bender. Harry’s sister: Melanie. She was more attractive than Harry would care to admit, pale skin, long curled brown hair, a piglet sort of nose with a few freckles placed among them, a body that was long and slim (Mel was taller than Harry), but her butt had roundness to it and her breasts poked out of anything she wore giving a strong hint of softness and grip. Harry leaned back and let out a frustrated sigh while Samantha on the T.V talked about her latest sexual assault. Then the sound of the front door being violently shoved broke Harry out of his bored state, his sister wandered in lazily shoving her keys back into her bag. She was wearing a tight black skirt that stopped a mid thigh, she wore a white tank top with a grey fur coat over the top. Her hair hung low, with the odd strand sticking out to the side, she struggled on her purple high heels as the carpet gripped at it, Mel eventually being forced to abandon her shoes mid-travel to the couch. “Hey bro,” Slurred Mel as she fell to the couch on her brothers arm, her bulbous breast pressing against her brother’s şişli escort hand before she adjusted her seating to have her shoulder blade jabbing into his palm instead. “Hey Mel, how was tonight?” The brief contact with her boob had sent a pulse down to his shaft, his dick began expand in his underwear, the tip getting caught in the flap. “Oh fucking awesome! Greta came over from London, which is great cause I hadn’t seen her in ages, anyway she got talking to use about this drink that she picked up called the ‘old veteran’.”Harry struggled to focus, he must be really horny if even a slight touch of breast, from his sister of all people, could give him what was now rock hard, twitching excitingly in his pants. An outline of his shaft formed in his shorts, in plain sight of his sister, he didn’t want to cover it in fear of drawing attention to it, his erection in his sister’s view only made him more turned on. Harry started to go with this, conversing with Mel while focusing on her thigh that stuck out showing it’s perfect shape through her tight dress. After they talked Mel walked up to her room, to the right on the second floor. Harry pulled out his dick, he didn’t care of the risk of someone seeing him in the room with his dick in hand, but as held the flaccid fellow in his right hand, it began to digress to it’s form of the past month. “No, fuck, no.” Cursed Harry. He tried to think about how his sister could come down at any minute to see, but his imagination wasn’t worth shit to his dick. He stared at his shrivelled dick, it’s wrinkles like some crass frown. Harry knew what he needed, it wasn’t no fiction or computer screen, mecidiyeköy escort he stared down at his shrunken worm, “Fuck it, have it your way then.” Harry creeped up to his sister’s bedroom, his dick getting hard at the thought of what he was about to do. Her white door slung ajar to reveal an orange light from her lamp. Harry tiptoed to the door, facing his ear to gap in the entrance, he waited silently until he heard a soft snore. Mel’s room had a window that faced to the street, a white street lamp could be outside, illuminating a single spot on the road. Too wall left of the window, a full body mirror leaned against the fairy-floss pink wall, the odd pair of knickers and socks laid near the glass. A domineering brown cupboard sat to the right of the room tightly shut with a scarf hanging off the handle. Harry stepped into the room and looked to his left, where Mel laid on her mattress, wearing her outfit minus the coat. Her bum stuck up in the air, her head swished against her pillow, her breasts swished against her bed, the flesh of her boob squeezing slightly out of the arms holes of her shirt. Harry stepped quietly up to Melanie, he poked her cheek, “Mel, are you awake?” There was no response, as always Mel would be out of it all night. Harry let his shorts drop to his ankles, then peeled back his underwear slowly letting his erect cock breath the sweet air. Harry stepped above his sister, then went down on his knees, his dick pointing directly at his sisters round arse. He began to stroke his dick, rubbing his hand along his shaft and across the tip, he imagined driving his dick deep between those two buttocks, feeling the moist warmth of that 21 year old pussy. He tightened his grip trying to replicate the feeling of her soft cheeks hugging the end of his shaft. Harry was on the verge of climax but couldn’t quite get it out, he needed to take a step further, just a small step further.
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