14 Erotic Stories Bundle

There was soon a large group of us giggling and laughing, each tying to tell a racier story than the last. One of the girls, Maria Alvarez, suddenly quieted us all down. She said that her papa wouldn’t even try to get a girlfriend because they couldn’t afford another mouth to feed. Several of the older girls were shaking their heads in agreement. Maria said that since her papa couldn’t try to find a bride, she had decided to take care of her papa herself. Most of us were shocked into silence, but again, I saw some of the other girls nodding in approval. We all were a little awed, because one of the things the Sisters were constantly lecturing about was the sanctity of our virginity. When asked about that mortal sin, Maria laughed. She told us that as long as her hymen was intact, she was a virgin. There were other ways, she whispered, to take care of her papa’s needs.”

“We all leaned forward to hear her quiet voice,” Angie said, “as she explained how a girl could use her hands, her lips, her breasts (though none of us had any yet) and her ass to satisfy a man, to make the white stuff shoot from the end of a man’s penis and make him happy. She said once she had made her papa understand that she wanted him to be happy and that she was proud to finally be more than just an empty mouth to feed, that her papa had become almost normal. She also said blushingly, that it helped to keep her brothers in line too. I looked around me and saw that very few of the other girls were shocked, that they seemed to find this a perfectly sensible solution to a seemingly insurmountable problem. I made up my mind.”

Angie still refused to look at Brad, though no trace of tears appeared on her face. “I went to the village pump and got extra water to bathe with after school was out, and I went home and washed myself all over. When my papa and brothers came home, I had supper ready for them to eat, and water for them to wash with even though it was only Wednesday. I lay on my pallet in my nightshirt until my brothers slept.

Papa thought I was asleep too, so he went to his own pallet after washing. He wore only a pair of the loose white linen pants that I had washed for him when I got home from the mission school. He sat for a while and lay down on his mat, and I very quietly went to him. I stood before him as he lay there, and I shrugged the nightshirt from my shoulders. He looked at me, completely at a loss for words.”

Angie again looked at him again. “That night I learned what it was like to suck a cock, and to feel the warmth of sticky cum in my mouth. I also learned what a joy it was to be able to bring peace and happiness to a man who had so little. At first he was consumed with guilt, but I told him what Maria had said about keeping her hymen intact and remaining a virgin. I never slept alone in that hovel again, and my Papa didn’t cry any more. I learned that first winter that after the first few times, it doesn’t hurt any more to have a cock in your ass. I also learned that my brothers hurt from the same need of a woman’s touch. I remember that winter as the most joyous time of my life. My papa and my brothers sang to me and treated me like a queen. We had no more to eat, and no luxuries at all, but we were happy and we were together. We lived like that until the hurricane took all three of them the same day.”

Her eyes finally filled with tears as she remembered the death of her family. “I am not ashamed of what I did,” she said, “I loved my papa and my brothers and I made them happy, I kept myself from being their burden to carry and became the joy of their lives.” She wiped away her tears. “When I was adopted by the Andersons, wealthy farmers in the Mississippi Delta, I had more than I ever dreamed I would have…but a year later Mrs. Anderson died and Mr. Anderson had a mild stroke. I cared for him until he died. I sold what was left after his medical expenses and came to school here. There will just be enough left for me to live until I find a decent job. It won’t be much, but I can get by.”

“Brad,” she said, “there’s no way I can marry you and fit in with your parents and the lifestyle you’ve had all your life. I’ve blown half your fraternity brothers. I’m not ashamed of living half my life in an incestuous relationship with my father and brothers. I’m proud of what I did, and I’m not going to hide from it or pretend it didn’t happen. Imagine what’s going to happen when your parents or your sisters find out! There’s no way I’m going to marry you and destroy what you have with your own family.”

Brad knew she spoke the truth. His mother would hemorrhage at simply hearing Angie’s story. His father would disown him. “We can leave” he said, “go away to California or Utah or somewhere.” “Brad,” she said, “haven’t you figured out by now that in the thousands of years of civilization by man the only thing we truly know for sure is that family is everything?” It was thirty years before he saw her again.

Brad Hawkins was lying on the beach with a tropical drink in his hand. It wasn’t his first. He reflected that he was probably headed for a serious alcohol problem…but it wasn’t really that important anymore was it? Ten months before a giant tornado had struck his home in Mississippi before going on into Alabama and Georgia to ruin more lives. When it left, it had taken his wife and two daughters, his parents, and his only living sister with it.

There had been nothing left, his business, his home, his parents’ home where his family had lived for over a hundred years, and everything he had known since his childhood was gone. He lived in an agony of guilt in the FEMA trailer they had placed on his property for a couple of months before the insurance check finally arrived. He had been on a business trip in Atlanta when the tornado struck. His entire family was at his parents’ house for a barbecue when the tornado struck out of nowhere. Their remains had been found in his dad’s storm cellar.

After the funeral expenses and the sale of the lands left to him, Brad was a millionaire several times over. He didn’t care. He drowned his feelings of guilt in oceans of Crown Royal one afternoon and he’d awakened to find himself in Destin, Florida. He’d never left. There was nothing at home for him, not a thing from his past to take him back at all.

He finished off the colorful drink and signaled to the sweet young bikini clad waitress for another. “Brad!” he reflexively looked up at the sound of his name. He couldn’t find the source of the voice, though for a moment it sounded familiar. A young man in his late twenties came running up from the beach, bending over to pick up a beach towel right in front of him. The young man looked familiar.

The faint smell of a perfume made from jasmine wafted past his nose. Brad looked inside the drink in his hand and sniffed it. This was like one of those movies where everything came back to the guy with amnesia. “Brad!” Damn it, he knew that voice. He turned to see a well- tanned woman of about his own age reach for the familiar man. She was dressed all in white, with a large white sun hat and dark glasses. There was no mistaking that face, and now he knew where he knew the voice from. The last thing he heard before he passed out was that same voice saying “watch me.”

When he awakened he was staring up into his own face, even though it was a younger version, it was his own face. Angie knelt with them, holding his hand as the young man tilted his head up to give him the lukewarm water brought by the anxious young waitress. “Angie?” he asked. Tears were in her eyes as she nodded. “What…” he started. She silenced him with a touch of her forefinger and said, “You shouldn’t talk right now. You’re dehydrated, you’ve had way too much to drink, and I believe you’ve just had a terrible shock.”

“We can get Mr. Hawkins back to his room” the waitress said, and we’ll have the hotel doctor come by and check him over. She stood aside as two young giants helped him to his feet. “I’m ok guys, but thanks.” “They have to at least go with you Mr. Hawkins, it’s hotel policy” she told him. “I’ll come with you Brad” Angie said. She kissed the young man’s cheek and told him she’d meet him later. She patted his shoulder “I know, you have questions” she said, “I’ll explain to you later, at dinner.”

Brad entered his room with Angie close behind him. “This is beautiful” she said “and so big”, taking off her hat. The air conditioning felt wonderful after the heat of the beach. “Is your family here with you?” she asked. For the first time since the funerals, he broke down and cried like a baby.

“And there was nothing left?” she asked him quietly. He nodded, “absolutely nothing. Almost fifty years of my life, and all I have is six tombstones to show for it.” He reached for the fresh bottle of Crown Royal on the coffee table before him. “Would you like a drink?” he asked. “Brad, that’s not going to bring then back” she said. He set the bottle back on the coffee table, “I know, and it really doesn’t help the hurt very much either.”

“Why didn’t you tell me I had a son?” he asked. She hung her head, not wanting to look him in the face. “I was wrong” she said, “but I couldn’t tell you.” “You were so young, so proud” she sniffed and touched her handkerchief to her eyes. “When you spoke of your home, your family, and going back to the life you had planned there. There was no room for me, no room for a child. I couldn’t bear the thought of you giving that life up to run away with me, away from the roots you held so dear.” He reached for her, to comfort her, but she held him back. “And I was furious with you because you wouldn’t” she laughed through her tears.

He laughed with her. “Life was so simple then” he said. “Everything was either black or white, no need to complicate things by adding the grays of reality.” We could have run away, you from the hardness of your life, me from the responsibilities I had inherited. “I’m so sorry” he said, but you had to have known I would have helped if you’d just told me.” “You’re still sweet” she touched his face, “but by the time I had Brad I had a plan and enough anger and determination to see it through.”