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Did betabro ever complete the Liz story?

keeping it alive

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Where are the other parts

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Don't keep me posting here alone !

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is this the full story? start mid way it seems

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Not as of yet. Been working on it tho.

does anybody have the sceencap of LPA (Long Post user)?

Actually, you know what? Fuck it, I've been putting this off long enough, I'M FINISHING IT JUST FOR YOU! also because my ocd wont let me leave it unfinished but ALSO FOR YOU

You mean LSA? (long story user? the guy with the druggy clubbing mom?)

well... ok?

lurking now, you have my attention

someone post the original please

Did anyone screencap the first part or am I reposting the first section?

You're right, that's one incomplete version. Here is the correct version. Excuse me for te last one

don't have it capped (unreadable while fapping), I save the thread as webpage.

That's the one, thanks user

I'll post the first part now and the second part when it's done (prob 20-30 minutes from now. Part 3 will come in a couple hours when I finish)

>Be me.
>Be 15.
>Be kind of a useless fucker.
>I was an antisocial comic book geek, a bit of an otaku, and I spent more time on video gaming than any other single activity, including sleeping.
>I'd coasted through all my classes pulling B's and C's, the occasional D, pretty much riding straight down the middle.
>I was skinny, not especially muscled, with average looks, average brown hair, and unremarkable brown eyes.
>Didn't excell at anything, didn't really fail either, not especially handsome or ugly...
>You know the type; there are at least a few like me in every school.
>The only noteworthy thing about me was my family.
>I had the fortune (or misfortune as I used to think) to be born the youngest of three children in a rich, upper class white family.
>Dad owned a bunch of construction companies, mom was a "financial securities consultant" (she told rich people what to do with their money and got paid tons for it).
>I was the youngest child, with the next oldest being Derek, at 17, and the oldest child at 19 was Elizabeth.
>Derek was a total jock: played football, worked out every day, built like a Mack truck, though he wasn't a jerk like most chads.
>He wasn't exactly a cognitive powerhouse, but with considerable effort and determination he maintained a B grade average, and what he lacked in determination and intelligence he made up for in sheer physical prowess.
>Derek was a physical specimen in every sense of the word: before he'd even graduated highschool he'd broken several school strength and athletic records and earned a full academic scholarship from a local athletics society.

>Lastly we have Elizabeth, the model student and daughter, exactly the child my parents wanted.
>She was respectful, sincere, and intelligent beyond the pale: Valedictorian of her graduating class and enrolled to study law at an ivy league university.
>Good genes along with Elizabeth's perfectionism and dedication made for looks you usually only see on magazine covers.
>I'd say she looked like a model, but near as I can tell there aren't actually any models as pretty as Elizabeth.
>High cheekbones and slender, shapely lips accent her pale, smooth skin and hair so black it nearly looked blue in the right light.
>She was about average height for a woman, slender, with a body shaped by cosmetics, diet, and exercise into the very picture of grace and feminine beauty.
>For all that, Elizabeth's most notable characteristic was her eyes, those cold blue eyes, like chips of razor ice taken from a glacier.
>Whether she gave you a haughty glare or a friendly wink, her gaze was NOT something you could ignore.
>At nineteen years old Elizabeth was already a beautiful, graceful woman, as calm and polite as she was cold and haughty, almost regal in her demeanor.
>My relationship with most of my family was pretty relaxed: mom doted on her youngest boy, dad was too friendly and laid back to give much of a care, even Derek, alpha-bro jock that he was, was pretty cool and loved to vidya almost as much as I did.
>The only person I ever clashed with was Elizabeth, though calling it a clash is innacurate; a clash implies a two sided conflict, which certainly wasn't what happened.
>Like the passive beta I was, whenever Elizabeth got frustrated with my lazy ambitionless ways, I'd endure the verbal lashing until I found a way to duck out, or more commonly, until her frustration and contempt grew too much for her and she gave up.

>Elizabeth wasn't so deluded as to think that everyone could be as perfect as she was, but when it came to her family, she at least expected us to try.
>Over the years Elizabeth tried half a dozen different bribes and threats to get me to shape up.
>More than once she tried offering me cash or video games to get my grades up; I didn't bite, too much work.
>A couple times she offered to set me up with a hot date if I'd go out for a sport; still didn't bite, girls are scary.
>Once she blackmailed me with all the porn she'd taken off my computer, threatening to show mom and dad if I wouldn't shape up; didn't fall for it, I knew she wouldn't willingly associate with such things, even in a secondhand manner, too dignified.
>Of all the things she tried, only one of them every worked, and I should be glad it did.
>These days I'm healthy, have a good social life, and I'm working my way to a Master's in electrical engineering, and I know that's all Elizabeth's doing.
>So.
>Be me.
>Be 15.
>Be a useless fucker, sitting in my room playing Final Fantasy X.
>My fingers are shaking on the controller, a nervous tic.
>A few moments earlier Elizabeth had been chewing me out, her blue eyes coldly furious as she'd tossed my mid-term report card at me.
>She'd been absolutely livid with me, her own pattented brand of cold, dignified rage clear on her face as she'd scolded me for failing two of my classes (Literature, which bored me, and Phys Ed, which I'd mostly skipped).
>All the things she'd said, all the things she'd called me, I'd heard before.
>"Failure."
>"Disappointment."
>"Waste of potential."
>I'd heard them all before, and her harsh words had been mixed with gentle encouragement and appeals to my nonexistant pride, but they still hurt.
>The controller rumbles in my hand as my group gets wiped by a boss because I'm not paying enough attention.

>I don't bother loading my most recent save, just get up and plop down on my bed to try and let the nerves and tension fade.
>My heart is still fluttering a bit from the fading stress when my door opens, and to my horror, Elizabeth walks in, the heels of her shoes clicking on the hardwood floor.
>"Jeez, Liz, you could at least kno-" I start to say I sit up.
>She silences me with a glare.
>"Lay back down," she orders.
>"What?" I reply, confused. "Why?"
>"Do it," she says, her tone making it clear she expected to be obeyed. "Now."
>Being the absolute beta that I was, I obeyed.
>I'm lying there on my back watching her walk slowly over to me when I finally notice her change of attire.
>Fifteen minutes before when she'd been laying into me for my grades, Elizabeth had been wearing a blouse and khakis, but now she had on the soft ankle-length silk robe she usually wore out of the shower.
>A robe and... Was she wearing heels?
>While I wondered about her clothes, the corners of Elizabeth's eyes sharpened and her walk turned into a slow, casual stalk in my general direction.
>She took her time, eyes flicking contemptuously about my room, as if taking notice of all the things totally unworthy of her notice.
>Even my weak willed self was starting to chafe at the situation now, but as I started to rise and protest that frozen glare shot me down.
>I'm just laying there wondering what the fuck is happeneing when Elizabeth stops at the end of my bed.
>"I realized," she started, her voice soft and perhaps quietly amused, "that I've been going about this the wrong way."
>"Liz, wha-"
>"Shut up," she orders, calm and remote as a frozen lake. "And that's Elizabeth to you."
>What the fuck?!
>Elizabeth was often cold and occasionally cruel, but she never resorted to anything so base or common as telling someone to shut up.
>And what was with telling me to call her Elizabeth? I'd always called her liz, why wo-

>"Thus far I've been assuming you have some shred of dignity that I could appeal to," she explains, a note of bitter venom creeping into her voice, "Apparently I was wrong."
>She folds her arms across her chest and stares down at me, the faintest edge of scorn in her expression.
>"You may be one of the most prideless, pathetic excuses for a human being I've ever known," she continues, "but we're going to work on that, you and I."
>A this point my heart is absolutely racing at her words, not just the insults, but the simple, cold cruelty of it.
>"Liz, wh-"
>"Elizabeth," she corrects me.
>"What? Eh, fine, Elizabeth, wh-"
>"Stop talking," she orders as soon as I've corrected myself. "I didn't say you could speak."
>I just lay there in the silence that follows, totally lacking the will to defy her.
>She lets the oppressive stillness contine for another minute.
>Those cold eyes just watch me, making sure I understand the order of things.
>Another minute ticks by.
>Another.
>I think she's going to stand there for another minute when she surprises me by casually untying the silk ribbon that served as the robe's belt.
>My brain is about to explode out through the top of my head as she leans her head back and lowers her shoulders, a gesture of relaxation that lets her robe slide off.
>As the robe falls it reveals her pale, lovely body, currently clad in a 4 piece set of lingerie; a bra, panties, stockings and garter belt, all midnight black and lacy, along with a matching pair of thin elbow length gloves.
>She made a perfect picture: pale flesh contrasting the silken black of her hair and the lingerie, her eyes closed and her head tiled back, expression serene, statuesque.
>Look, at this point...
>My brain had fucking stopped.
>I was a kissless virgin who'd never even been on a date, and right the in my room I had an 11/10 goddess of a woman standing there in heels and lingerie.

>Odds are I was sitting there with my jaw dropped, bug eyed, but I really don't remember, hell, just the sight of her was enough to have be rock hard in my pants.
>She stretched in place a little, not moving much save for a tensed muscle here, a shift of the shoulder there, before settling into a confident, relaxed pose.
>Elizabeth's pale blue eyes slowly open and gaze calmly at my face, my whole world snapping into colors; pale cream, midnight black, and sharp blue, all others seeming unimportant.
>"From now on you're not getting any grades worse than a B," Elizabeth explains matter-of-factly. "Once your GPA is high enough you're going to sign up for AP classes."
>As she speaks Elizabeth's left hand slides up behind her back and I hear a soft click.
>"You're going to sign up for track and field when it opens," she continues, the straps of her bra falling loose, though her other hand holds it to her chest.
>Torturously slowly, Elizabeth lets her bra slip down, tossing it onto my bed with a contemptuous little flick.
>Her breasts are as perfect as the rest of her; not especially large, maybe only a B or C and most, but round and full, perky, with soft pink nipples that Elizabeth was slowly rubbing stiff as I watched.
>She watched my face, the corners of her mouth ever so slightly turned up, a satisfied glint in her eyes.
>A single gesture is all it takes, and she has me sitting on the edge of my bed.
>"Finally," she continues, voice maddeningly soft as she leans down to me, her piercing blue eyes inches from my face, "You're going to stop wasting so much time on useless shit. Lose the video games, lose the comic books."
>She lets it sink in for a moment, those blue eyes stabbing at my soul.
>"If you do, maybe if I'm feeling generous I'll pay you a little visit every now and then."
>"Got it?" she asks, almost whispering.
>I nod.
>"Say it."
>After a moment's hesitation, "I get it."
>A look of smug satisfaction creeps onto Elizabeth's face.

>"What do you get, user?"
>"G-good grades, sign up for track, quit wasting time."
>Elizabeth favored me with a warm smile, looking absolutely radiant.
>"Right," she whispers.
>One gentle, midnight clad hand pulls my chin up so our faces are a bare inch away.
>Before I even know what's happening, Elizabeth's mouth is pressed against mine, a gentle, soft, almost chaste kiss, lasting a bare second.
>"I take care of the people I love," she says when the kiss breaks.
>Her second kiss is deeper, hungrier, with her soft tongue slipping into my mouth, the taste of cold mint coming with it.
>I'm practically busting out of my pants as her tongue gently slides against mine, the cool, spicy scent of her hair washing over me.
>The kiss seems to last for an eternity before Elizabeth breaks off, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "Prove you're worth loving."
>As she turns to stalk out I get a great view of her ass.
>I watch the empty doorway for a second, boner throbbing in my pants.
>After a moment I collapse back onto the bed, reeling from what'd just happened.
>I sit there staring at the ceiling, my penis adamantly convinced that we're about to get laid, despite evidence to the contrary.
>Something occurs to me.
>A quick look confirms; Elizabeth hadn't taken her robe or bra with her when she'd left.
>Even back then I knew it was probably a calculated move on her part, knowing exactly what I'd do, and being okay with it as long as it helped reel me in further.
>I quickly shut the door and grab her bra off my bed, feeling the smooth, silky texture of the fabric, the soft ridges of the lace.
>When I lifted it up to my face to smell it...
>Lads, it smelled as good as Elizabeth looked.
>I could feel myself getting harder as I breathed in the gentle aroma of her skin, traces of the cold, clean smell of her perfume.
>An hour later I was sitting on my bed, cock in hand, that lacy bra pressed to my face while I jerked off.

>I was getting to the damndest part of the act when the door swung slowly open.
>Those cold blue eyes lock with mine right as I blow my third load of the last hour.
>Knowing she had me, hook line and sinker, Elizabeth smiled.
>"Hey, mom and dad are home. Supper."
>"Close the door Liz, da-"
>An icy glare cuts me off.
>"Elizabeth, sorry," I correct myself.
>"Put those back on my bed," she orders as she walks off.
>Didn't even close the door.
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cousin = incest? I doubt it, you can even marry them

Most people would say it is I think.

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is this Shed? are you writing the full story now?

Yes.

he already did

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>As you can imagine, I was pretty well incentivized to get my shit together.
>Naturally, over the next few weeks I was constantly thinking about that night, about her pale skin, those lovely breasts, that kiss, good lord THAT KISS.
>I got rid of most of my geeky stuff, selling or giving away my game systems, most of my comics, most of my models and collectables.
>I was beta as fuck, but not quite THAT beta, so I still kept a few of my favorite comic books and picked up a gaming laptop with the money I'd gotten from selling my other stuff.
>After all, I needed a good laptop for school, wink wink, nudge nudge, and even to this day I'll sincerely defend the value of some comic books as literature.
>I started studying WAY harder; I knew full well that my mediocre grades in the opening days of the quarter would make it difficult to pull myself up to all B's.
>Made a point to do a lot of my studying and homework in the public areas of the house so Elizabeth would see it.
>Even with spending more time on studies, I suddenly found myself having way more free time so I got back into art, which I'd always been good at but largely neglected as the years went on.
>Every now and then I'd look up from whatever drawing or homework I was working on at my desk I'd look over my shoulder to find Elizabeth standing there with this little smile on her face, just quietly watching me.
>As soon as I saw her she'd leave, never saying anything, just padding away on silent feet.
>It's probably unsurprising to hear that my parents were delighted to see my sudden shift in priorities, and when they asked about it I'd just say that Elizabeth and I had a talk, and she helped me see what's important.
>The part that will likely interest you lot, though, is the day I got my first reward.

>It was about two weeks after I'd gotten my talking to from Elizabeth, a couple days after my first sub-quarter report card came in (like I said, parents were rich as fuck so I went to a private school where they'd send out report cards every couple weeks).
>I'd been sitting on my bed reading Watchmen when my mom knocked and poked her head in my room, letting me know that she and dad were having a date night and Derek was at a party so it would just be Liz and I home tonight.
>Thinking nothing of it, I just nodded and told her to have fun on her date.
>About fifteen minutes after they'd left, I got a text from Elizabeth, one simple line with a picture attached.
>"Come here."
>The picture was a selfie, a shot of her face looking coldy down at the camera, haughty and aloof, the barest bit of pale cleveage showing at the bottom edge of the picture.
>Her the cold blue of her eyes and the warm red of her lipstick seemed to nearly shine against her pale skin and the shadows of her hair and the black bra, the same one she'd worn last time, I thought.
>With zero hesitation I saved the picture and rushed to comply with her order, walking down the hallway to her room, already feeling myself to harden in my pants.
>When I got to her door I very nearly rushed in, but thinking better of it, I knocked.
>A second after I knocked I got another text.
>"Come in."
>Apparently I wasn't worth the effort of raising her voice for.
>Inside her room, Elizabeth was reclined on her bed, her form outlined against the window, backlit with the soft blue light filterting through the curtains.
>She was wearing the same set of lingerie as last time, looking picturesque as she leaned back against the pillows on her bed, all attention focused on whatever book she was reading.
>One hand languidly gestures at a chair sitting at the foot of her bed, the unspoken order clear.
>I sit down.
>I wait.
>And wait.
>And wait...
>Still waiting...

>The clock was on the wall behind me, the ticking seeming almost deafening in the otherwise quiet room.
>I knew I could just turn around or pull out my phone to see how much time had passed, but I didn't want to defy Elizabeth's order and risk my reward, so I just sat there and waited.
>It was hard to tell but it felt like fifteen minutes went by.
>Then thirty.
>Finally after what felt like about forty minutes, Elizabeth puts down her book, though she still doesn't look at me.
>"You've been doing somewhat less terribly than usual," Elizabeth tells me, her voice barely above a whisper.
>Still without looking away from her book, she continues, "Normally I'd never reward mediocrity, but I suppose if your case even simple effort is an achievement."
>Her words sting a bit, but between being incredibly turned on and knowing that she's probably right, it doesn't faze me.
>Without saying anything more, Elizabeth's gloved hands brush slowly across her stomach down along her body.
>Those blue eyes lock with mine as her fingers slide into her panties, slowly rubbing herself as I watch.
>I want to ask her about a dozen questions, but I know better than to speak.
>After a moment Elizabeth's right hand moved up to her breast, sliding under the fabric, clearly tweaking and massaging her nipple.
>We sat there like that for... Honestly I don't know how long.
>Elizabeth's fingers gently massaged herself as she stared at me, those cold blue eyes locked with mine, just daring me to look away.
>At this point I'm somewhere between heaven and hell.
>I'm harder than I've ever been in my life, but I'm also uncomfortably cramped in my pants.
>I'm watching a beautiful woman masturbate, I'm also squirming in this chair, unwilling to move, to touch her, to touch myself.
>Things finally changed when Elizabeth's eyes drifted closed, the corners of her mouth turning up into a small smile.

>Somehow I understood her unspoken signal, and as I unzipped my pants to let my cock free, she slipped off her bra.
>As she did this one of her fingers brushed aside the dark fabric of her panties, revealing that perfect vagina.
>It won't surprise you to hear that Elizabeth's was the first pussy I ever saw, but it's probably about as surprising to hear that she ruined me for other women.
>To this day, seven years later, I still haven't seen a vagina that compares to hers.
>Maybe I'm just a bit of a pretentious artist, but looking at it made me think of some exotic flower: pink petaled, symetrical, clean, ever so slightly slick with dew.
>As I watched her fingers sliding gently in and out of that lovely little slit I started jerking myself, fingers rapidly sliding up and down my length while Elizabeth calmly massaged herself.
>Her fingers skillfully work on her nipple and pussy, quickly working her way towards an orgasm, though she stayed quiet and composed the whole time.
>The only way I could really tell she was enjoying it was the calm, satisfied look on her face and the increasingly fast, shallow breathing.
>We finished at about the same time; I was more turned on, but she obviously had a better technique.
>As I blew my load, shooting up into the air and all over myself, a few tiny streams of moisture trickled out from underneath Elizabeth's fingers, a satisfied sigh drifting from her lips.
>We both sit there for a moment, our breathing the only sound to be heard.
>Then, like nothing had happened, Elizabeth wiped off her fingers, picked up her book, and kept reading.
>I wanted more than anything to take out my phone and take a picture, but I knew better.
>I got up and left, going back to my room, still 2/3 hard despite the fact that I just came.

>Over the next few months most of my rewards worked about like that: Elizabeth would wait till we were alone in the house then send me a text to come to her room.
>Most of the time we'd masturbate together, like we did that day.
>Once she danced for me (which she was surprisingly good at. Where does a prim and proper rich girl learn how to sexy dance like a pro? We may never know).
>A few times I politely asked her to just keep reading or just lie there so I could draw her (again, artsy fucker, so sue me).
>But for the entire rest of that year, she never actually touched me, and I didn't touch her.
>That changed two days after my End-of-Year report card.
>That day I'd been basking in praise from my parents at my near-perfect report card (just got a B in phys ed, because while the spirit was ready, the body was weak), along with being treated to dinner at my favorite restaraunt.
>Things only really got interesting that night tho.
>At about 1AM I'm lying in bed listening to music, headphones on and eyes closed.
>I feel a draft of cold air on my face, but my window is open so I figure it was just a gust of air coming through.
>Still just lying there, senses blocked off from the world when a feel my bed shift as something settles onto it.
>Look up to see Elizabeth sitting gracefully on the edge of my bed, legs crossed.
>I push off my headphones as Elizabeth's hand drifts to rest on my stomach, right above my crotch.
>"You did well this year," she says, looking down on me with something passingly resembling affection.
>"Elizabeth, everyone is home," I pointed out, "Should we be doing this now?"
>"They're all asleep user."
>Without another word Elizabeth shifted down to lie next to me on the bed, her body pressing into mine.
>I feel a few gentle kisses against the side of my jaw as Elizabeth's hand slips beneath the blankets.
>I'm only wearing boxers and I'm already mostly hard, so she has no difficulty finding my cock and coaxing it up.

>Diamonds in seconds.
>The velvety smooth skin of her hands feels lovely against me and I assume my reward for the night is a hand job, but much to my surprise Elizabeth moves down along my body so her face is positioned above my crotch.
>OH HELL YES
>Elizabeth locks eyes with me as she pushes the blankets out of the way, my cock practically springing up towards her.
>As it pops up my cock brushes against her cheek, and even just from the feeling of touching the soft skin of her face I can't help but gasp.
>She smiles up at me as one gentle hand takes ahold of my hard length, guiding it up to rest against her lips.
>With a gentle kiss she sets to work, her eyes never leaving mine.
>Her lips slide down my cock, steadily feeding more and more of my length into her mouth.
>Elizabeth doesn't really settle into any particular pattern at first, switching from sliding my whole length inside her mouth, to licking and kissing the head, to running her tongue along the bottom of my cock or licking my balls.
>There's a soft smile on her face the whole time, clearly enjoying her work.
>As time goes on though she settles into more of a pattern.
>She'll take the first few inches into her mouth, sliding down then back up to lick or kiss the head a couple times before sliding back down, hands gently massaging my balls or pumping on my cock the whole time.
>"Elizabeth, I'm gon-"
>I don't even manage to finish before I feel myself start to cum.
>She clearly knew what I meant, because as my cock first starts twitching with an orgasm, Elizabeth leans down, swallowing on my entire length as I cum in the back of her throat.
>My thoughts collapse into a generally grey haze as I finish, only coalescing into anything resembling tangible thought when Elizabeth leans up to kiss me, pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss with no small amount of tongue.
>Before she leaves, Elizabeth leans down and whispers in my ear, "I love you."

>Those simple words are almost as good as the blowjob had been: I don't remember ever hearing her say that before.
>As she stands up to go I gently grab Elizabeth's hand.
>"Do I get to return the favor?" I ask, stealing a glance at her panties and internally screaming at how forward I'm being.
>"Next time," she replies with a smile as she walks out.
>I'm disappointed for a second until it hits me:
>Next time.
>That confirmed that this wasn't the last time we'd be together.
>I'd been wondering if she'd break things off now that I was on the right path, hearing that she wouldn't was... Well, pretty much THE BEST thing.
>insert elegant transition to part three because I'm way too fucking depressed to write anything right now.
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I'll leave part 3 on the back burner throughout the day, working on it whenever I have free time and the will to work.

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Bumpin too

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Don't let this die

No point if you're bumping for more, part 3 hasn't even been started yet and it won't be done for another few hours. Like I said, its just going to be whenever I have time.

why, Shed is gonna finish 3 later, might as well let this one go
decide on the headline though for the next thread so that it can be searched
maybe: wincest - shed - Liz story

uuhhh I thought shed was the guy who wrote the story about the shed.... havent gotten to reading the cap yet so I may be wrong

where is the rest of this one?

I'm shed. I wrote the shed story and just started this dom thing as a side project to keep myself from burning out on writing the shed story. Got a few projects kinda like this one I'm working on.

It's all I had

just want to confirm if this shed's writing or someone's concept expansion?
If the latter, does it need to be only 3 parts?

nah turns out shed is a writer and wrote this one too

see

although its Sup Forums so who the fuck knows who is writing what

>Got a few projects kinda like this one I'm working on
???

see

i dont see how thats relevant

hes curious about the other projects

I've got the shed short stories, this dom thing, and a story I started writing based on the post of some guy on a thread a few weeks ago talking about "Overwatch incest with Mercy mom and Soldier 76 Tsundere grandpa" or something like that.

ah my bad

can someone archive this thread and your stories this as well for reference?

>"Overwatch incest with Mercy mom and Soldier 76 Tsundere grandpa"

Does anybody actually write new ones?
Or is this shit just copy pasta over and over through out the years ?

I ain't doing shit, I make the content, you people can figure out how to save it.

someone literally just wrote a new one in this thread dude

plus that op one is only like two weeks old

I already capped sheds greentext of parts 1/2, i can compile it if you gimmie like 5 min

That was fuckin hot

Nah that's copy pasta ,You must be new here

On behalf of all us fucked up individuals, I thank you for doing us this favour.

>can someone archive this thread and your stories this as well for reference?

>I ain't doing shit

No need to get triggered at everything. For someone who writes decently, you fly off the handle like a dumb athlete.

Didn't mean anything by it. Maybe it's just that dissonence you get between text and words, like it's harder to apply tone to things you say. Maybe next time to avoid confusing people I'll add emoticons, or perhaps a picture of a deadpan face.
You're both kind of right here. I posted the first part plus the first half or so of part 2 in another thread a while back, hence this thread opening up with people asking for the rest.

No issues, just wanted someone to do the archive (any of bitlock, db, google drive etc.) of all your stuff.

So it's easy to find like Column and all those others

delivared,sorry for the quality

Is there more to this

Luv you shed user

why depressed tho?

Depression, mostly.

I know I am an anonymous textbox on the internet, but when I was feeling really down once (not sure if depressed tho) my friend made me try lsd. It makes you experiance things you can neither understand nor express. It will probably be the realest thing you will ever feel.
If you have nothing to loose, try it.

YOU HAVE BEEN VISITED BY THE ISLAMIC TRUCK OF TOLERANCE

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POST THIS IN ANOTHER THREAD OR YOUR MOTHER WILL DIE TONIGHT

I'm not that far gone buddy.

Good to hear that. You should really try it tho.

Hah! >666
DEVIL TRIPS?!?!?
I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! I've been a straight edge my whole life and you're trying to lead me down a life of sin and corruption now!!! YOU'LL NEVER GET ME!!!

No greentext. I'll try to keep this short.

My parents went away for a few days one summer when I was a teen and left me and my sis at home. No ages but we were both teens at the time. Her younger than me.

Parents leave, sister is in the yard doing stupid girl shit. I boot up the computer and start watching porn. Too good. Can't just watch. I need to jerk off. Start jerking. Really into the video. Finish and stand up so I can clean the mess I made.

Turn around. Sister standing there wide eyed.

Fuck.

She asks what I was doing. I tell her and she says oh. I tell her that I shouldn't have done it out in the open but it's rude to walk in on people and stare. I tel her not to tell anyone. Promise to order pizza for dinner if she keeps quiet. She agrees.

Next day my sister uses computer. Doesn't know how to clear history. See all sorts of searches and videos watched about masturbation. Decide to have a talk. She's cool about it. Says she's very curious. Wants to know how.

End up trying to explain. Having trouble. End up showing her a video of a girl masturbating. I get hard watching it. She asks if I like watching that. Say yes. She asks if I'll jerk again. I say probably later. She wants to watch. Hesitant but I decide to put on one of my favorite videos. Jerk off with her next to me.

She takes her pants off and tries do something. Seeing her nearly makes my cock explode.
Together we watch another video. I remember exactly the one. It was Hannah Galore stripping and dancing in a room. It wasn't enough. Put on an ideeothroat vid. She really likes it.

I somehow ask her to suck me off. She copies the video. I blow my load in her mouth while Heather Brooke gets her throat violated.

Go down on her after while she rewatches the vid.

Repeat for a while. A year later we actually had sex. Continued until a pregnancy scare when we were a bit older. Nothing since moving out. Still wonder if we could do it again though.

>start watching porn. Too good. Can't just watch.
Does anyone even just watch porn?

I still don't know why so many FAGGOTS love to write neverending "cont?cont?cont?" fake stories on their shitty iphones here.

Some advice for you:

> be brief: no more than two dozen lines

> be coherent: no shitloads of useless details

> be interesting: no unreasonable claims, no ramblings, no fagspeech

> don't beg for feedback

> separate important paragraphs with a blank line

> proofread before sending: loudly say "I don't give a shit" every line

> proofread before sending: loudly say "cool story bro" every line

> proofread before sending; don't awake grammarnazis

> always add a "pic related", bonus points for OC

> final check: does your story comply with the 5W rule? "who, where, when, what, why?"

As a kid/early teen sometimes I couldn't jerk off since the computer was in the living room. If I saw something good id clear history, go into the bathroom, and cum in the toilet.

That time I thought I have enough time alone.

too late. I already planted the seed of evil in your mind!

compare all of what you said to column or shed or lsa or other people who actually get archived and remembered. most of it doesnt apply