She knew I had the hots for her and teased the shite out of me at every oppertunity. Sally (not real name)was telling me one day about how she spent h...r last night with her boyfriend before they split up. Cut a long story short, she was sucking him off while crouched right over his face, licking the tip of his glans, jerking him off, etc, and all this time he has'nt venteured near her pussy once. Not once. Sally was expecting no less, so as it was their last night together, she decided to give. "Please brother," she begged."Tell you what," I said, with a smile on my face, "I'll do it if I can have both of you are in my bed together."What! I'm your sister, you perv," she said with venom."Ok," I said."There's no way I'm going to get into bed with my brother," she said hotly."Ok," I said again."Please brother, I can't ok," she said, much more sweetly."Ok sis, but I want something from you," I said, "how about a blow job?" Oh gross, no way," she said and pulled a face."Ok, you tell me. How do I create a story that exists as a story and doesn’t need to exist as a ‘stroke story,’ but also isn't just a normal story that just has sex inserted into it? I tried to make Being More Social, my biggest piece, the result of this thought, and to my mind, I’ve failed. A few people have, rightfully so, called out the story as being a regular young adult story with sex scenes thrown into it. While there are other schools of thought, this is a very valid criticism. So how should the very. “You going to the dance with him?” There was a dance Friday night at the high school.Marcia nodded. “You?”Toni shrugged and nodded. “Jake Fleming.”“You going to suck him off, too?”Toni shrugged and nodded again. Without coming out of the closet, she needed to occasionally date and be seen with guys. The occasional post-date hummer was fairly harmless, even if she didn’t really like the taste.“Well, come over beforehand. We can get dressed together and have the boys pick us up here,” commented.