Heatseeker
by Avery Sam
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Heatseeker
by Avery Sam
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A Normal Family
Yes, okay. I had sex with my brother, alright?
It was only one time, so I really don’t know what the big deal is. Sheesh! Most women these days have a body count of well over 50 by the time they’re my age, but I’m supposed to feel guilty because I accidentally had sex with my brother one time? Come on. Get over yourself.
Apparently, it’s perfectly fine to snort some K and take on five guys at a frat party, but me doing something crazy a single time that wasn’t planned or intentional in any way, shape or form, and I’m the freak?
There are chicks out there who are banging a thousand guys in a single day for their OnlyFans channel, and everyone out there is calling them a girl boss and strong, independent woman, but I’m supposed to be an inbred weirdo because my foot slipped on the carpet after I had just woken up and my brother's cock slipped inside of my pussy? Frankly, the hypocrisy of it all makes me sick.
I’ve even known girls who have taken it up the ass from their cousins, and no one blinks an eye about that. Heck, they could admit to sucking their stepfather’s dick when their mother was out for groceries, and everyone would throw them a parade and celebrate what a shameless hottie they were.
But one slip-up, one single, lousy time where a series of insanely improbable events came together that resulted in a one-in-a-million chance of my brother’s cock sliding inside of me, and I’m supposed to feel guilty for life? Nope. Not gonna happen.
Heck, I even knew a woman one time who was obsessed with that old TV show “Baywatch,” and she’d get into a kind of frenzy whenever she’d go to the beach, climbing up those towers and offering free blowjobs to all the lifeguards.
Does it matter that she sucked an even dozen cocks in a single day and her hair looked like someone had dumped half a bottle of shampoo on it? No, of course not. It was just her “enjoying her kink” and “YOLO” and now she's happily married with three kids. But me getting off one single time due to circumstances that happened totally by chance, and I’m the sicko? No, I don’t think so.
And don’t even get me started about how guys are allowed to do whatever they want and that’s perfectly okay, but women can't. I know lots of guys who did nasty stuff like jerking off into their socks and then leaving them to be cleaned up by their mothers and a thousand other indescribably disgusting things.
The double standards make me want to scream with frustration. I mean, if these were the old days when a girl letting a guy get to “first base,” but only after he told everyone you two were “going steady” was the norm, then yeah, I could understand a bit more of a prudish attitude.
But those days are long gone, don’t you know that? Wake up! There are no more rules anymore. You've got people out there doing all kinds of things, including teachers banging their students, and I’m talking about women teachers getting nasty with their male students, and everyone just laughs and thinks it’s a harmless joke.
I know. I know. You think I’m exaggerating. But go to any bookstore and look at the crap they’re selling now right out in the open. One book I read was about this college girl who ended up fucking the entire hockey team by the time it was over.
Another book, and this was a bestseller by the way, was about this chick “fake dating” her professor, and then she ending up fucking this professor at another college just so she could get an internship there or whatever. I’m telling you, people are up to all kinds of depraved stuff, but I’m supposed to feel weird about something that I must remind you happened a grand total of one time and then never, ever again, all right?
It’s ironic that people will point their fingers at me and want to make me feel ashamed, but every time I ask them what, exactly, I was supposed to do about it, they’ve got nothing to say. I’m serious. Imagine it happened to you. Imagine your brother’s surprisingly thick cock got jammed inside of you one afternoon, or you slipped your meat inside your sister when you two were wrestling underneath the blanket. Then what? What would you do?
And don’t say “call the cops” because it was an accident, all right? And partly my fault, too, if I'm being honest. But even if it wasn’t my fault, or even if I did want to call the cops, then what? No matter what I did or didn’t do, I’d never be able to erase the fact that it happened, would I? No.
Unless you’ve got access to some kind of time ...