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Originally Posted by
OmegaS
TS, can we have 1 more for the night please??????
Ahah. I’m working on some other projects during the night. Sorry.
Daniel:
Jumping to my feet, I went out and approached my parent’s room. The feeling of sickness washed over my gut once more. I kept expecting to hear the tell-tale slapping sounds of sweaty skin upon skin contact, the foreboding squeaking of my parent’s bed springs, or even the hushed urgent whispers of an adulterous couple. I pushed upon the sturdy wooden door. It swung open with a soft but distinct squeak. The bed was empty and well made, and so was the room, for that matter. I can’t help but to sigh in relief. Slowly, I retraced my steps out of my parent’s bedroom and descended the stairs.
My father was sitting at the dinner table, his nose buried in his Blackberry phone. My mother was there as well, laying out the dinner dishes. Everything looked normal. I let out a second sigh. My father looked up and saw me standing at the stairs.
“Awake already? Come on, you’re just in time for dinner.” He said with a smile.
“Put your phone away dear. Help me get the rice.” My mother said to him.
My father shrugged a little at her then looked back at me.
“Go help serve the rice Daniel.” He said.
Not wanting to ruin this moment of normalcy, I scooted off into the kitchen to fetch the rice cooker. Behind me my mother let out a gasp and then a giggle.
“Dear! Don’t! Daniel is right there!” She whined sweetly with a lower voice.
Great. So much for normalcy. Is it just me or is my entire family just so sexually charged nowadays? I returned from the kitchen with the warm rice cooker to find my parents politely seated and waiting. Ignoring the obvious blush on my mother’s face, I set the cooker down on the table and began serving up plates of rice to my parents. Soon we were having dinner as usual.
I felt a little confused. Things have changed for me and for my mother. I wanted it to go back the way it was, but at the same time, I wished I could have gotten further with Andrea. Still, I guess I should take what I can get. And right now what I have is a wonderful family dinner, consisting of my favorite fragrant sesame ginger chicken and stir fried bean sprouts, with my two most beloved people in the world. Ahhhhh… this is nice…
“Oh,” my mother spoke up, starting a new conversation. “Alex dropped by today.”
I choked on my mouthful of rice, coughing up some of them back onto my plate.
“Daniel! What’s wrong?” Mother asked, rubbing my back in concern.
“Ahck! Ack… Nothing… I ate too fast…” I gasped.
“Aiyo. Don’t worry. I know this chicken is your favorite. I made plenty.”
“S…Sorry…”
“You were saying?” My father interjected.
She continued, “Oh yes. Alex dropped by today after school.”
My father looked a little uncomfortable. “I thought you were done taking care of him?” he said.
“I am. He didn’t stay long. He only dropped by to invite us to his birthday party at his house this Wednesday.”
“Oh. Let’s not go. Why don’t we just relax at home this weekend?”
“But dear, I already accepted.”
“What? Why didn’t you ask me first?” My father replied, sounding annoyed.
“He was expecting an answer. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. Let’s just go, it’ll be fun.”
“Why did you accept anyway? I didn’t think you two were that close!”
“Don’t use that tone with me! He is Daniel’s friend! Of course I accepted. I was thinking of Daniel!”
Oh, no, no, no, no, no… Do not bring me into this. Please no. My father wasn’t going to have it end there though… Goddamn his ego.
“Then why doesn’t he just invite Daniel himself? And why must we go? I’ll just drop Daniel off at his place!” my father countered back heatedly.
“I already told him we were all going. You’re going to embarrass me!” my mom pleaded.
“Well, you shouldn’t have accepted the invitation without consulting me first!”
“Maybe if you would stay home a little more often other than just stopping by to eat and sleep, I would actually have the chance!”
Oh, boy… I so do not want to be here right now… Fuck, even the sesame ginger chicken has lost its taste. Why isn’t anybody asking me if I even want to go to that damn party?
“Maybe I would stay home more often if my wife would actually prefer to accompany me when I do!” My father bellowed.
“I’m always here! Every day of the week! Just here waiting and cleaning after you! When was the last time we even went out? I’ve been cooped up in here ever since we got married!” Mother shot back fiercely.
“Well, we’re not going! That’s final! It’s a weekday anyway, Daniel has school and tuition!”
“It’s a public holiday! For three consecutive days! But you wouldn’t know about that would you? You work all the time!”
“WE ARE NOT GOING!”
The last phrase, my father screamed out at the top of his lungs. A stunned silence ensued. Sesame ginger chicken anyone? I mewed meekly in my head. My mother shot to her feet and stomped up the stairs leaving my fuming father and my silent offer hanging. I guess not, I added in my mind, looking sadly down at my plate of unfinished food. Fuck… My father is definitely going to make me wash the dishes after this.
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Originally Posted by
DDAMn
Bro er just treat it as spam many bros are doing tat.Btw bro pyro thanks for today ’s update.
You’re welcome. Thanks for your continuous support.
Daniel:
“Daniel, how do you think mummy look?” My mother asked as she descended down the stairs. I couldn’t answer. In my defense, a lump seemed to have formed in my throat. My mother was dressed in a black and white strapless cocktail dress. The black tight fitting bodice hugged her lean waist and cupped her ample breasts snugly leaving a generous amount of globular snow white cleavage at the top. The white loose and soft skirt hung freely from her waist and stopped higher than her knees, almost showing half of her milky thighs.
Oh dear God. She can’t seriously be planning to parade herself at Alex’s birthday party in that! Just how pissed off at Daddy was she? As my mother approached me, she seemed to notice the worry in my face. “Oh don’t worry darling. I’m still a fairly decent woman.” She said with amusement before donning a long sleeved black cotton cardigan over her dress. Okay. That put me a bit more at ease. Her alluring shoulders were now covered and she had buttoned up the cardigan to reduce the amount of cleavage exposed. But there was still some visible and this was by far the shortest dress I ever saw her wear. ‘Fairly decent’ indeed.
My father had came home tonight to find no dinner on the table and my mother in the shower with the brand new dress laid out on the bed. He stormed back out into the streets. Mother did not seem perturbed by his reaction. She had plenty of time to stew during the last two nights which she had spent in the guest room. I was pretty much resigned to be her escort for the night. Truth be told, I was a little impatient to see Andrea myself.
My mother drove us to Alex’s place, guided by the trusty GPS. The fucker was rich. Why am I not surprised? Even mom paused a moment as we were walking towards the gate to admire the looming piece of magnificent modern architecture. It was only later I learned that Alex’s father was an architect, and a very good one, judging from his own home.
Andrea was there to greet us at the door.
“May! Daniel! I’m so glad you made it.!” She said cheerfully. The women hugged and Andrea threw me a mischievous glance from over my mother’s shoulder. Oh, be still little brother. Be still Goddammit!
Andrea introduced us to Alex’s father Raymond Xu, and they both ushered us into the garden where multiple large round tables and chairs were in place to seat the guests. We sat down at a half occupied table with a few elder couples, presumably Alex’s relatives. Both senior uncles were staring at my mother’s chest, causing their wives to ignore us in contempt. Damn geezers.
I noticed two whole tables filled with guests my age, friends of Alex. I even recognized a few from school. As the evening progressed, and food, beer, and brandy flowed, those two tables turned out to be the rowdiest. Alex was too preoccupied with his friends to even come say hello, leaving my mother and me to endure the long awkward stares of the two uncles by ourselves.
Luckily, Andrea arrived to keep us company, but did little to deter the two pairs of perverted eyes. If anything, she just doubled their incentive. Andrea was looking hot in her body hugging purple halter cocktail dress with a deep plunge line between her cleavage. Make that three pairs of perverted eyes, providing mine doesn’t pop out of my sockets any time soon.
Throughout their girl talk, Andrea kept throwing glances at me, and she wasn’t being discreet with it. She made sure I caught her looking and would hold my gaze for a few seconds before casually shifting back to my mother. I had this odd but exciting feeling that she was challenging me, daring me to make a first move.
“I uh… I need to use the rest room.” I mumbled, interrupting their conversation.
Andrea smirked. “There is quite a queue at the bathroom. Why don’t you use the one upstairs?”
“U…Up… Upstairs?”
“Yeah. Come on, I’ll show you the stairs.” Andrea replied. “Enjoy the party May. Have a drink, I’ll see you later.”
With that, Andrea sashayed towards the house, without even another glance back…
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Originally Posted by
DDAMn
Waitin patiently for bro pyro update.
Ahah… didn’t really write anything this afternoon. Sorry guys. I usually have multiple social activities on the weekends.
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Originally Posted by
erkianpeng
Story started promisingly but have gone haywire with group sex and ridiculous twists just to keep the story alive.
Well… yeah, kinda. I’m writing for the sake of writing. Wanted to see how far I could take it. This is definitely not the wham, bam, thank you mam kind of story.
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Originally Posted by
erkianpeng
Glad you agree. Do think more about the storyline instead of coming out with twists just to prolong the story. End it if necessary and start another story.
Not that I don’t know where you’re coming from, but I didn’t exactly set out to pen a masterpiece here. This isn’t a planned novel or anything. It’s just an exercise to keep my thoughts flowing. Like you, I write for a living, and to minimize the chances of succumbing to a full onset of the dreaded writer’s block, I set aside a few hours a day to do some frivolous writing, like this story here. As such, I like to experiment, try out new ideas, or even just go nuts sometimes with this story, which, I’m afraid, results in a rather bumpy plot.
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Originally Posted by
Criminalz
Hmm mm….. Strange that nowadays, nearly every thread becomes a quarrel of some sort…
We too stress?
There’s a flame war going on about some spammer. I guess the stress is spilling over.
Got a meeting in the afternoon, but I found some time to write this morning. Will write more after meeting is done.
Daniel:
The second floor of the Xu household was surprisingly plain compared to the ground floor. There were less furniture and antiqued ornaments lying around. Andrea led me all the way to the bathroom door despite saying she was only going to show me the stairs earlier.
“Here we are. Make yourself at home.” She said somewhat solemnly. Her change in attitude caught me a little off guard. Was her bubbly personality downstairs all an act?
“Okay… thanks…” I managed to respond before entering the bathroom.
I went about concluding my business. Shit. It sure is hard trying to take a piss with an erection. When I was finally done washing my hands, I opened the door to find Andrea still waiting for me at the doorstep.
“Is everything fine?” She asked.
“Errr… yes..”
God it was awkward, especially when she kept staring gravely at me like this.
She spoke again, but with a changed tone. “And ummm… about the video…” She actually sounded afraid. “Did you get rid of it?”
Right. The sex video. The one that I no longer have. What do I say? My heart rate went up a notch.
“Errr…. Not yet…” I mumbled.
“What? I thought we had a deal?”
“That doesn’t count.”
“A blowjob is a blowjob.” She insisted, her voice growing stern. God she was so sexy.
Then it occurred to me. Why am I being so modest in my demands? I guess I was intimidated by Andrea a little, but fuck… I was in a position to get more. Much, much, more…
My hand moved and ended exactly on Andrea’s left breast. I guess we were both stunned, me probably more than her at my boldness. There was no going back now.
“Daniel…” Andrea choked, taking a step back. I moved forward as she did, keeping her supple tit in my hand and giving it a good squeeze. “Daniel don’t…”
“Look, I’ll delete it when I go back… if I am satisfied…”
My other hand found her unmolested breast and gave it a similar endearing squeeze. They feel so soft. I reluctantly left them to move upwards to her shoulders and snaked behind her neck to undo the halter straps. The front of her dress fell away easily. As expected, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her perky twins came into full view.
Andrea was already panting. She shivered a little when she felt my hands move onto her bare breasts. I could feel her hot breath cascading down my face.
“Wait… Daniel… not here…” she whispered hoarsely, trying to control her rapid breathing.
I threw a quick glance around before pulling her by her arm towards the closest room. I needed to do her so bad.
“No! Are you crazy? That’s Alex’s room!” She hissed.
The thought of taking Alex’s mother in his own bed almost made me cum in my own pants. But before I could even consider it further, Andrea took me by my hand and led me to the room beside the first. I locked the door behind me.
Alex:
She didn’t see me approaching.
“Aunty May, sorry, I didn’t see you arrive. Where’s Daniel?” I said as I sat down beside her. She looked visibly pleased to see me. I could tell it was because she had spent a minute too long in the company of my two bitch aunties and their useless lewd husbands.
“Alex! Happy Birthday!” She greeted me with cheer, but I could tell there was something troubling her. “Daniel just wondered off some time ago. Maybe he met some friends,” she added.
“Oh, what about uncle?”
That hit a nerve. May frowned momentarily before shaking it off.
“He couldn’t make it.” Was all she was willing to say on the matter, but was that a hint of bitterness in her voice?
I decided to change the topic of conversation. “I see. Too bad. So are you enjoying yourself?”
“I’m fine.” She laughed and dangled a shallow glass of brandy in my face.
“You look like you could use something stronger.”
“Alex… are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Aiyo no la. I just never realized you drink. I wanted to offer you something better than cheap brandy.”
“I don’t drink. Never have.” May giggled before draining the glass.
Apparently not, I thought to myself. It was only when she mentioned it that I spotted the tell-tale signs of her premature tipsiness. The slight slur in her words, her easy laughter, the red blush across her cheeks, even though she couldn’t have had more than one glass of brandy.
“So, what else do you have to drink?” May asked as she got up on her feet unsteadily. To my delight, she shed her cardigan, revealing her full white slender shoulders and jaw dropping cleavage. I had an immediate urge to bury my face into her soft looking chest. Even my boisterous friends in the next table went silent with awe at the sight. May gave my lecherous uncles a teasing look, ignoring the murderous gaze of my aunts, before looking back to me expectantly. Leaping to my feet, I took her hand.
“This way.” I told her, my voice already starting to break from my abnormally dry throat.