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Subject: Re: {ASSM} The Other Malone Sister (MF)
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dr.unlucky@gmail.com wrote:
> The Other Malone Sister By Dr Unlucky
>
> They broke up on the train.
>
> Trains push his memories to the surface. All the trips into the country
> as a child. All the trees passing by, leaves changing to red and gold.
>
> The city fades fast, faster then you can imagine. It is so small
> compared to the stretches of country to the Jersey Shore, to Upstate, to
> Boston and Maryland and DC.
>
> Looking at Maggie, he could see her fighting her childhood memories. At
> least he wanted to think she was fighting them, hoping they were there to
> be fought. She had her nose in a notebook, making a list of things to do.
>
> They were going to Maggie's parents' house because Maggie's father was
> sick. He had a heart attack, but it looked like he was going to be
> alright. She had a big Irish family and it was expected that a good
> daughter would come home in a time like this. So Maggie and her boyfriend
> Jack got on a train from New York to Virginia.
>
> Maggie and Jack had been living together for three years. They had been
> dating for four and known each other since college six years ago. She was
> going for her BA in Fine Arts and he was going for his Masters in English
> back then.
>
> She had their life planned out. She had a good steady job and he did
> freelance work. They had a nice apartment, which he loved, but she wanted
> to move out to the country soon. She wanted to get married, but he hadn't
> asked her yet. She had plans and he wasn't playing along. She didn't
> break up with him because she had already put too much time into him. He
> didn't break up with her because he was lazy and didn't like confrontation.
>
> There was something about the trip that started pushing Jack's buttons
> from the start. They were taking the train out to her parents' house and
> there was this air of expectance. She expected him to go, to be excited,
> to ask her to marry him, to want kids, to want a better job... but none of
> that was going to happen and both of them were starting to realize it.
>
> 3/4 of the way there after arguing over signing another lease for the
> apartment she said "If you don't want to grow as a couple then maybe we
> should just break up."
>
> It wasn't a threat, it was something that people said in the heat of the
> moment, but it just pushed Jack over the edge.
>
> "Yeah. We should. This relationship is a joke. You don't love me; you
> just need someone to help you afford a mortgage."
>
> And she cracked. She cried. There was no putting things back together.
>
> For the next hour they agreed on things. Jack would be nice for the
> three day weekend with Maggie's parents. They would take care of the
> breakup when they got back. And then like a switch when they got to their
> stop Maggie fixed her makeup and was back to herself.
>
> *
>
> They entered the big old house just after 4pm. It was an old southern
> house with white pillars outside and a big porch and a huge white door.
>
> They entered to find silence and emptiness. Walking up the staircase
> they came to a long hall. Pictures hung along the walls, old school
> pictures of Maggie and her sisters Molly and Megan. Three smiling girls
> with white skin and black hair and matching skirts and sweaters. Three
> princesses at Halloween. Three girls on horses.
>
> Jack followed Maggie as she navigated pass a dozen doors and finally
> found her old room. Jack was a stranger in this place. He was not a
> Malone.
>
> Maggie's room was white walled, filled with 2-foot boxes in one corner,
> an uncomfortable looking bed made up with yellow sheets and a pink and
> yellow quilt. One wall was all white bookshelves, but they were only a
> quarter filled. On one wall hung a large framed sketch of Maggie. He
> remembered her sitting in front of the mirror, sketching herself for her
> final project in still life, back in college.
>
> In that frame was Maggie, the girl. Quiet in class, but boisterous when
> she was excited. Level headed, list making, but deep down an artist. Deep
> down filled with the same curiosity that Jack was filled with. Curiosity
> about books, history, art... and sex. The more he remember their college
> years the more he realize that the Maggie he knew was gone.
>
> When did she start longing for mediocre satisfaction? When did she stop
> needing to explore and started needing a bigger house, a better job, some
> mythical security she constantly talked about. When did she put her paints
> and her charcoal and her pads and canvas in her parents' basement to go
> untouched?
>
> The same time she started thinking of sex as a duty and rolling her eyes
> at the mere mention of sexual adventure. Sex was just relieving them both
> of some energy or maybe a way for her to get him to leave her alone so she
> could get enough sleep to wake up at 5 in the morning to jog.
>
> She sighed and put her bags down.
>
> "Listen, you can stay here. I will go to the hospital. Then everyone
> will come back for dinner. I know you don't want to be here... but let's
> just do this and then we can get back and..." she just trailed off. A horn
> honked outside and she looked out the window.
>
> "That's my aunt. Unpack, ok?"
>
> Jack nodded. "I like your family. This weekend will be fine. Go check
> on your father, make sure he is alright."
>
> She looked at him, unsure if a hug was still ok. Then she just turned
> around and left.
>
> *
>
> He unpacked, he looked around. He ended up on the bed, drifting off
> into a nap. The train ride, the fight, all of it melted away.
>
> When he awoke in darkness. He could hear people downstairs and smell
> the warm homey smells of chicken and potatoes.
>
> He saw movement, the door opened and closed.
>
> "Hey. You ok? Sorry I fell asleep... the fight and everything..."
>
> "I don't think your talking to the right Malone girl, mister."
>
> The light came on and that's when he found out Maggie's little sister
> grew up.
>
> She was Maggie, but different. Shorter, but only slightly. Bustier, a
> little more hip, a little more ass. Same nose, same ears, fuller lips.
> Her eyes were blue, while Maggie's where green.
>
> "Molly."
>
> "That's me."
>
> The last time he saw her it was about four years ago, she had just
> turned fifteen. Sitting up fully he couldn't quiet comprehend that it was
> the same person. Molly the Mole, skinned knee tomboy who made gagging
> sounds if she saw him kissing her sister.
>
> The first thing he noticed was a red and black nautical star tattoo
> between her neck and her breasts, half hidden by her white cotton tank top.
> Half perfect black and red ink on her white skin, half dark shadow under
> the thin cotton.
>
> "Nice ink."
>
> She squirmed under his eyes. "Thanks." Her arms came up and she folded
> them over her breasts. She was trying not to smile.
>
> "So you two having a fight?"
>
> "Um. No. Not really. Just an argument. Sort of." he knew he had to
> look away from her, but he couldn't. It was like looking at all the
> missing parts of Maggie, melted into a younger curvier tighter form. He
> walked over to the window and looked out at the greens and the grays.
>
> She came into the room and walked to the bookshelf, looking at the
> remaining books, letting her finger drift over the spines.
>
> "I was wondering what you would look like now," she said. He could hear
> the smile in her voice.
>
> "Oh? Do he look different?"
>
> He looked over to her and she nodded. "You look old, but basically the
> same. You look better with your hair short. Long hair looked pretty dumb
> long. Plus those glasses are better, the dark frames. You're still ugly,
> though." There was the smile, the wicked brat smile. In those eyes was
> pure curiosity.
>
> "I always thought you had a crush on me."
>
> She let out a laugh, but she blushed.
>
> "You wish." she said, but eyed him and smiled.
>
> He looked at her from the side now. It was like a lecture on the
> effects of puberty. At fifteen she was all legs and arms and wild nervous
> energy. At nineteen she was all hips and tits and calm sultry sex.
>
> He noticed other tattoos, one on her wrist, this one just a black star.
> He could see the shadow of something on her back, it was large and not one
> of those little designs girls get right at their tailbone, this was long
> and it came up from around her butt to the middle of her back.
>
> He stood up and moved closer to her, slowly and she tensed. She was
> still facing the books, pretending not to be curious about what he was
> going to do next. He walked behind her, moved closer until he was two feet
> away. He looked at the books, he looked at her neck, he looked at her eye
> as she turned her head to look at him.
>
> "You got a tattoo on your back, too?"
>
> She nodded, still facing her body away from him, but looking at him from
> over her shoulder.
>
> He moved in and put his hands on her waist. She froze. He touched the
> edges of her thin shirt.
>
> "Can I see?"
>
> She swallowed and nodded. Their eyes met. Curiosity, lust.
>
> He pulled up her shirt slowly and saw that there where two jet black
> f-hole, like the ones on a violin or cello. It was a lot of ink, a lot of
> time. He touched the edge of it and he could feel raised scarred skin.
>
> Her back was smooth and her ass curved out from just below his hand.
>
> "Wow. You got all this done in the last year?"
>
> She moved forward, pulling her shirt out of his grip.
>
> "Yeah. I was dating a tattoo artist for a while."
>
> He took her hand and looked at the tattoo on her wrist.
>
> "Did they hurt?"
>
> She smile. "That's the best part."
>
> A voice from downstairs said "Kids... dinner."
>
> *
>
> Dinner was huge and southern. Jack had forgotten that people ate like
> that. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes, greens and a million other
> things. Everyone was so busy catching up with Maggie and Molly, who had
> been off at Art School and also with Maggie's older sister who had just had
> twins that no one really bothered talking to Jack, which was just the way
> he liked it.
>
> Molly watched him though. Watched him like a cat watches a bird. It
> was a very different look then the fifteen year old awkward kid gave him
> four years ago.
>
> When it was over Maggie said goodnight to all and went upstairs with
> Jack, got undressed without looking at him and then went to bed.
>
> Jack laid there, uncomfortable because of the small bed and not really
> wanting to be too close to Maggie. He found himself thinking of Molly
> every time he closed his eyes. The way she looked in that white tank top,
> tough and sexy. He wanted to know what those tattoos looked like up close.
> What it felt like to trace them with his tongue.
>
> Thoughts like that and the moonlight coming in from the window kept him
> up half the night. It seemed like only minutes, but the next time he
> opened his eyes it was morning. He awoke to feel the familiar sensation of
> Maggie next to him. He had turned around to face her in the night and now
> he was spooning her, with his arm around her.
>
> She felt warm, she smelt good. Her ass against him made him stir
> inside. Without really realizing, his hand came up to cup her breast. It
> was such a natural thing.
>
> She sighed and pushes his arm away.
>
> "Yeah, right." She said with disgust.
>
> She sat up and climbed over him.
>
> "Go back to bed, I'm taking a shower. Everyone is going to go to church
> in an hour. I know you don't want to do that, so I'll probably see you at
> lunch."
>
> She looked him in the eyes.
>
> "Shave, ok?"
>
> He nodded. He was still hard under the warm sheets. Memories, warm
> blanket comfort and the smell of her hair on the pillow made his mind swim.
> If he just relaxed he could fall back asleep. And then there was nothing.
>
> *
>
> He awoke to the sound of the door closing.
>
> The room was too bright, the sun coming in through the half opened
> curtains. He was groggy, as only waking up from oversleeping can make you.
> The room was a dull white blur, then the blinds were closed and the
> curtains pulled shut so that the light filtered through the rust colored
> fabric, making the room dull yellow and red.
>
> Then Maggie slipped into bed. Her arms around him, her lips on his
> neck. He pushed her hair back and kissed her. Her lips felt soft, there
> was some sweet lip gloss... and then he opened his eyes wider and saw who
> was really in bed with him.
>
> There was Molly. There was Molly in her white tank top.
>
> "Hello Mister Bedhead."
>
> He tried to comprehend what was going on.
>
> Then Molly's lips are on his again and he gets the rush of the taste of
> a new mouth. Then Molly squirming and turning around and her soft round
> ass is against him. His arms are around her and they're spooning. His
> mouth is on her neck and his hands are on her hips.
>
> It is an interesting thing when you are so used to one person's body,
> your hands remember where to go on them, your body understands how you are
> supposed to fit together, but now he was lost in this new geography. Her
> lips were too hot and soft, her kisses were too rough, her breasts too big,
> too heavy, too perfect.
>
> Her hips flared out, giving him something to really hold on to when he
> pulled her against him. Her ass was soft and cool and when he hooked his
> fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, he slipped
> right between her cheeks and it was perfection. *******
>
> She moved her head back as he moved forward and he was lost in her kiss
> again. She arched her whole body against him and her lips were on his ear,
> sucking, then biting, then whispering.
>
> "Do you want to fuck me?"
>
> Jack grunted and pulled at her hips roughly. His cock touching wetness
> and heat as it rubbed between her legs.
>
> "You have to say it. I like to hear it."
>
> Her voice was steady, but wanton. It was new, not the silent simple sex
> Jack was used to. Jack liked this.
>
> "Damn," he groaned into her neck. "I want to fuck you... so badly."
>
> His hand squeezed her breast once more and then moved down to between
> her legs. He groaned again when he felt smoothness where he expected
> coarse hair. Then his fingers felt wet heat. Silk softness, perfect folds
> that made him growl.
>
> As his finger passed over her lips and one finger slipped into her she
> pushed her ass back against him.
>
> "I want you to go down on me." She gasped, pushing his hand away and
> laying on her back.
>
> Jack looked down at her, her face was red and a red blush ran down her
> neck and on her chest where his unshaven face rubbed against her. He went
> to push her shirt off, but instead smiled.
>
> "Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits."
>
> She smiled wickedly and pulled off her shirt and then unhooked her bra
> and took that off.
>
> He saw that red and black star on her chest and lower down another
> tattoo... a heart on fire with a gold crown above it, right over her
> heart.
>
> He moved until he was kneeling between her open legs, then he moved down
> and kissed her neck again, then traced his tongue around the slightly
> raised thick black lines of each tattoo on her chest. She arched her hips
> and her breath caught.
>
> He kissed down her chest and stomach until he got between her legs. By
> now she was growling and purring.
>
> One lick and he was addicted. Her body moved like a snake as he licked
> at her and she whined and gasped.
>
> "More.. fuck. Make me come."
>
> He licked her lips teasing and bit the tight skin of her thigh, then he
> moved in circling her clit and flicking it and he moved one hand up to slip
> one finger into her.
>
> That was all it took. Fucking her with his finger and licking her made
> her body buck and made her grab the pillow behind her and squeeze it as she
> came hard.
>
> Jack sat up, watching her come down form her amazing orgasm. He had
> never seen a woman come that hard. Maggie took a half an hour of work..
> sometimes even a vibrator.
>
> She smiled and looked into his eyes and then turned to look at the
> clock.
>
> "Fuck, we only have 20 more minutes..."
>
> She pushed him away and stood up, looking at him wickedly.
>
> "I guess I got to make you come fast... stand up."
>
> He did and she kissed him hard, licking his bottom lip and tasting
> herself on him.
>
> "What get's you off? You want to fuck me from behind? Want me to get
> ontop and ride you? I want to make you get off hard." She said all these
> things into his ear as she reached down and gripped his cock tightly.
>
> Really, he didn't even know. He was so used to getting what ever sad
> sex Maggie would give him he didn't know what he really want. He had never
> been with someone so forward.
>
> "You like that this is dirty? That my sister could come home any
> minute?" She whispered, jerking him off.
>
> He gasped.
>
> "You like that I am fucking 10 years younger then you?"
>
> He grunted.
>
> "You want me to be a little girl for you? I can bend over and you can
> fuck me?"
>
> She turned in a flash and kneeled down, taking the head of his cock in
> her mouth. She sucked and licked around the head.
>
> "Want me to be your little girl and you can be my daddy?"
>
> Then she sucked half of his cock.
>
> "Fuck yes."
>
> All thought disappeared. She broke every rule her sister set in bed.
> She was like a wet, writhing, perfect id of sex.
>
> She stood up and then leaned over the bed, sticking her ass up in the
> air.
>
> "Come on... fuck me daddy. Be my good daddy and fuck me. I'm so
> fucking bad... I'm a slut... fuck me..."
>
> And then he was looking down at her back with the tattoos that looked
> like a cello and she was groaning and then he was inside of her. And it
> was tight wet perfection.
>
> "Fuck me daddy. Fuck me daddy. Fuck me daddy." She whispered it over
> and over, like a mantra.
>
> It took seconds for him to come. It was the most violent, mind numbing,
> powerful orgasm he could remember. He almost fell down, his knees went so
> week.
>
> He collapsed on the bed, hardly away that she had laid down and started
> fingering hefself.
>
> "Fuck... daddy... mmm..."
>
> Jack turned and weakly kissed her nipple, wanting her to get off one
> more time.
>
> "Bite it hard." She begged.
>
> He bit it, reaching up and squeezing her other tit. Then he moved up to
> her ear and whispered.
>
> "Come for me... be daddy's little slut..."
>
> And she came, loud against him.
>
> And that's when the door opened.
>
> END
>
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seriously hot, dude. I spend weeks trawling throught the
alt.sex.stories dreck looking for material like this.