Tales From The Basement
Just then the phone rings and you answer it in frustration of needing SOMETHING else to do!
“Hello?”
“Hello? Brian? Is that you?”
“Yeah? Who is this?”
“It’s your cousin Patricia silly! Is your Mom there?”
“No, she’s at work. What did you need her for?”
“Well I remember that she was good at math and I’ve been having problems with my trig class. She said I could come by and she’d help me.”
You vaguely remember your cousin Patricia from one of your family gatherings from years ago. She was younger then, but about the only one not immediately repulsed by your incessant talk of Pokemon and YuGiOh (That was before you had moved on to the “harder” stuff.)
You probably don’t have much in common, but at this point you almost want to talk to ANYONE to keep your mind off things.
“Hey just come on over, she’ll be home soon.”
“You sure it’s okay? I mean I don’t want to bother you and all.”
“It’s no problem at all! Just come over!”
“Okay, then see you later I guess.”
Patricia hangs up and you continue to fight your anime withdrawals.
Eventually Patricia shows up on your front door.
Patricia is wearing the traditional Catholic school girl outfit. She’s slender and her breasts aren’t large, but firm looking. Her face almost looks like a doll’s. She’s even looking at you with innocent WIDE eyes. She can’t be any older than 15.
You fucking degenerate, you aren’t supposed to be looking at your underage cousin that way. It’s a good thing you’re fat; otherwise your two inch boner might be showing. Still, at least this proves that real HUMAN women can turn you on, even if they are fitting your previous jack off material.
“Wow.” Is all you can sputter.
“Hey Brian. Long time no see. So how’s it been?” Patricia asks as she walks past you. You can’t help but stare at her ass before she turns around and sits down on the couch with her books.”
This is probably the closest you’ve been to a real girl that’s talked to you in…well ever actually.
NOW STOP RIGHT THERE FAT ASS!
I KNOW what you’re fucking thinking! You’re thinking that you got this raging hard on, and it would be a shame to waste it with a young piece of jailbait ass sitting in front of you.
Well just put THAT shit out of your mind RIGHT fucking now!
Disregarding any of the incest taboos she’s also underage, and you can’t do that shit.
Even in the very unlikely event that she’d let your Jabba the Hut ass lay on top of her willingly, you still can’t do that shit.
The best you can do is excuse yourself and jack off in the basement. And that still makes you a perv, but at least you aren’t doing anything illegal.
Now then, is that what you’re going to do? Or can you actually talk with the girl and not try to hump her like a dog in heat?
“Hello?”
“Hello? Brian? Is that you?”
“Yeah? Who is this?”
“It’s your cousin Patricia silly! Is your Mom there?”
“No, she’s at work. What did you need her for?”
“Well I remember that she was good at math and I’ve been having problems with my trig class. She said I could come by and she’d help me.”
You vaguely remember your cousin Patricia from one of your family gatherings from years ago. She was younger then, but about the only one not immediately repulsed by your incessant talk of Pokemon and YuGiOh (That was before you had moved on to the “harder” stuff.)
You probably don’t have much in common, but at this point you almost want to talk to ANYONE to keep your mind off things.
“Hey just come on over, she’ll be home soon.”
“You sure it’s okay? I mean I don’t want to bother you and all.”
“It’s no problem at all! Just come over!”
“Okay, then see you later I guess.”
Patricia hangs up and you continue to fight your anime withdrawals.
Eventually Patricia shows up on your front door.
Patricia is wearing the traditional Catholic school girl outfit. She’s slender and her breasts aren’t large, but firm looking. Her face almost looks like a doll’s. She’s even looking at you with innocent WIDE eyes. She can’t be any older than 15.
You fucking degenerate, you aren’t supposed to be looking at your underage cousin that way. It’s a good thing you’re fat; otherwise your two inch boner might be showing. Still, at least this proves that real HUMAN women can turn you on, even if they are fitting your previous jack off material.
“Wow.” Is all you can sputter.
“Hey Brian. Long time no see. So how’s it been?” Patricia asks as she walks past you. You can’t help but stare at her ass before she turns around and sits down on the couch with her books.”
This is probably the closest you’ve been to a real girl that’s talked to you in…well ever actually.
NOW STOP RIGHT THERE FAT ASS!
I KNOW what you’re fucking thinking! You’re thinking that you got this raging hard on, and it would be a shame to waste it with a young piece of jailbait ass sitting in front of you.
Well just put THAT shit out of your mind RIGHT fucking now!
Disregarding any of the incest taboos she’s also underage, and you can’t do that shit.
Even in the very unlikely event that she’d let your Jabba the Hut ass lay on top of her willingly, you still can’t do that shit.
The best you can do is excuse yourself and jack off in the basement. And that still makes you a perv, but at least you aren’t doing anything illegal.
Now then, is that what you’re going to do? Or can you actually talk with the girl and not try to hump her like a dog in heat?
- ID: 64952
- Nickname: stayinhouse
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