<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> In his room, with a bird's eye view <strong>Tags:</strong> All the kinky bastards and bitches of the world </em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div>So my plans haven't exactly taken fruit. Or if they had, I was knee deep in rotten ones.<br/><br/>Ali had been smuggled out of the country for work. Andi discoverd a few too many empty beer cans at the foot of the couch and assumed they were the source of my less than comely behavior last night. And Chanel hadn't even bothered to check up on how I was coping.<br/><br/>The urge to get on the computer and purvey my disappointment at a failed seduction had been rather strong. A voice in my head advised it would make me appear more human and therefore relatable. An online presence depended on a little bit of patronizing to become hella hella popular. But mine already has a powerful hook - incest - and I didn't mind if my followers were a measly bunch so long as they were profoundly jealous.<br/><br/>So instead I wrote of my aunt's arrival.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em>You bastards. Can't even take a day off without the server crashing. Its almost like you haven't ever heard of a little brother hypnotizing his big sister with his dick?<br/><br/>So, as punishment, let me tell you all about Miss M. She's a bit of a black sheep; runs an escort service and isn't averse to taking care of the clients personally. I have it on good authority that a man could die looking into her eyes whilst she sucked him off, blonde hair flowing down her bare back. Pity for the world's population problem that by the end of the week, she's going to be off the market.  <br/><br/>Mommy met Miss M in the backyard, with her tits out. It wasn't the first time I'd seen them. It wasn't even the first time I jacked off to them</em>. Possibly <em>the first time I jacked off to them while writing in here. Oh yeah, this is live, baby! <br/><br/>And don't gimme that look. Who among you would turn away from a pair of supple, pear-shaped, beautiful boobies? Speaking of which, I should be going down to get a closer look. Maybe I might even sneak a picture and upload it.<br/><br/>Right, that's about all the time I have now. Don't think I forgot anyth- oh, silly me. One last thing about Miss M. She's my aunt.</em><br/></span><br/>I sat back to admire the profanity. Something was clearly wrong with me, of that there is no doubt, but why did that mean I have to change? Besides, how many boys would've maintained a virtuous presence living with two - now three - immensely sexual older women?<br/><br/>I look down to find a fairly prominent erection jutting through the front of my jeans and decide not to waste it. Making my way down the stairs swiftly, I arrive at the door separating the house from the pool area.<br/><br/>"<strong>Jesus, no wonder this place suddenly threw up a racket</strong>."