Date: Thu, 1 Apr 2021 18:11:18 -0400
From: Laurent Morgan <authorlaurentmorgan@gmail.com>
Subject: The Best, Worst Phone Call: Part 3 (Bisexual) (Adult-Youth) (Incest)

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The Best, Worst Phone Call
Part 3

	It continued like that for a while. I would suggest we watch a
scary movie, and she would come to my bed that night afraid of things that
go bump in the night.

	I got bolder with my pleasure. I soon discovered how heavy of a
sleeper she was, realized I could literally move her body without her
waking--(damn, kids sleep so soundly)--and then my real fantasies started
to play out.

	I would sometimes pull down her panties and straddle her, jerking
off and coming on her little mound. Other times, I would spoon her and
slide my hand slowly into her underwear, rubbing my finger against her
underdeveloped clitoris. Sometimes she would get wet and breathe heavily,
but she never woke up--or, if she did, she said nothing.

	I wasn't brave enough yet to put anything inside her--not my
fingers, not a toy, and definitely not my dick. Still, I was enjoying
myself with her almost every weekend, and during the week I would play with
myself as I remembered the things I had done to her the weekend before.

		* * *

	Then, one day when she had a friend over, I heard them whispering
and giggling in her room and I crept over to the door and peaked in. I
could see them looking through a Victoria's Secret catalogue and giggling
at it. That moment inspired me.

	I dug out my old magazines and picked out a few favorites. I
stacked one with the magazines in the bathroom, and another I left inside
the drawer under the mail table. I left a third under the living room
couch.

	Within a few days, the one from the bathroom was missing, and while
she was at school one day, I found it tucked under her mattress. She was
likely too young to be masturbating to it, but she had seen it, and she was
curious.

	I suggested she have a sleepover that weekend, and she had happily
invited a friend over. I was careful to look busy on my laptop most of the
night, coming out only occasionally to get a drink or some food, smile at
them, and retreat back into my room. At nine, I shut off the lights in the
apartment and waited.

	After a bit, their voices dropped too low for me to hear, and I
knew they were doing something they thought was naughty. A part of me
wanted to open the door--to catch them looking at the pornographic images
red-handed, then to punish them by having my way with them. Another part
thought that if I caught them and offered to teach them, they'd let me fuck
them willingly.

	Logic told me they would just be angry and embarrassed, and it
would just ruin everything.

	So instead, I watched through the keyhole as they looked through
the magazine. I watched them gasp, and stifle giggles. I watched them
whisper and squirm and share secrets as they flipped the pages--and I knew
as I watched them that I had to take my time. My goal wasn't just to fuck
my nine-year-old sister and be done with it.

	My goal was to fuck her constantly--and make her love it every
second of it.


Author's note: Hello! Laurent here. I hope you enjoyed the third
installment of this story. I know the last two were quite short, but
they'll get longer as the story progresses. I would love to hear your
feedback, predictions, or if you're feeling really inspired, suggestions
for the story! I do have a plan for it, but I am always open to what my
readers want to see! This opening was more of a teaser than anything but
let me know how you like it so far and what you are looking forward to! I
am most inspired by you guys, the readers, so don't hold back. You can send
feedback to:

LaurentMorganAuthor@gmail.com