Costa and Silke have to babysit the tween brother and sister of her host family, and take some time to neuk in Silke’s bedroom. The kids sneak in and want to play – both with the naked teens and a real-life game of real-life sexy-rules Don’t Wake Daddy when their father comes home. How will Costa get through the obstacle course?
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My LIFE Story by Conor
by
Tommy Linarcos
Story #7 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series
So, this is Conor. I’m telling this one, I guess.
So, we’re at Rory’s house. It’s the weekend, we didn’t have to cut school. Lyla keeps getting into trouble for that, so we have to watch it. My dad don’t care. He’s like, “It’s ‘bout time you started having some fun, kid. Just don’t make me have to come in and talk to any goddamn vice principal or some-such-fuck.” I’m passing classes. I get the shit done.
So, me and Lyla, and Mia and Rory, you know, we’re sittin’ there. Rory’s folks went to the movies. They do stuff like that. I guess they like each other, still. And then Silke comes over, but Costa’s not here yet, and we didn’t invite Johnny because he ain’t got a girlfriend of his own and it gets weird when it’s like, “Well, what do we do with Johnny?”
And Mia’s all like, “Let’s play a game so we can get horny and go fuck.”
And I’m like, “We don’t need to play a game to fuck. Let’s just fuck.” And the others are like, ‘No, we want to actually do something together.’ So, we had to play a game.
Rory brings out Life. I get the white car because there’s no black car like my black Superboy shirt, but Lyla gets the pink car like her shirt, and Rory gets the green car, and Mia gets the red car, and Silke takes the light blue car. So, yeah, there’s eight cars in Life, so we totally could have played that the one time at Lyla’s instead of dumb Scrabble. But whatever. Maybe Lyla doesn’t have Life. Like, everyone has Life. Rory’s is the older version ‘cause it was his dad’s, but it’s still Life. Oh, and then Costa finally got there, and we gave him the orange car, even though he was wearing a black shirt, too. And we all put the pink or blue pegs in the cars like we were driving them and got ready to play.
We thought we’d try and play it like Sexy Life. Like when we played Girl Talk, when we landed on a space, we had to think how could we do it sexy? And let me tell you, it didn’t look easy. I mean, how do you make “Entertain Ambassador from Mars. Pay $5,000” sexy? Well, now that I think about it, I suppose I could’ve danced for Silke, ‘cause she’s like from somewhere else, and entertained her that way, and then we’d fuck or something. Or how about “Eccentric aunt leaves you 100 cats. Pay $10,000 to give them away.” That don’t make no sense. I’m thinking something to do with ‘pussy,’ but I don’t want to give pussy away! I was looking forward to the spaces that told you to “Add a baby daughter! Collect presents!” because, obviously, I’d get to fuck someone.
It didn’t really happen that way, though.
Then Mia’s all like, “We should have called Johnny.”
And I’m like, “What the fuck for?” He’s a good guy, and a good soccer player and all, but he’s always talkin’ to Lyla. It’s like, get a girlfriend, dude! There’s cheerleaders all over the place! Or find some brainiac chick in one of your “Alpha” classes. But no, he’s dancing with Lyla at Mia’s Halloween party. And I guess they all went somewhere the day after her party, but I couldn’t go, so I don’t know what the fuck went on, there.
But Johnny wasn’t with us right then at Rory’s, and I guess he was gonna meet us later when we all went out.
So, we start playing the game. First thing you gotta decide is if you’re going to college or straight into business, and I’m like, “Fuck college. I’m making me some money!” So, my car is in the lead because everyone else is going to college. In real life, you get to fuck in college, but no spaces let us do that, yet. And then, everyone spins the spinney-thing better than me and I’m not first on the road, anymore.
Thing is, at this one spot after the first hill, you have to stop and get married. The board space even says ‘STOP!’ And everyone gives you money for presents, and you spin to see how much dough the bank gives you as a present, and then you spin again to move like you’re going on a honeymoon.
Only it doesn’t get that far.
Rory is first there, and Mia reminds him that we’re trying to play sexy-rules Life. Like no shit, otherwise I wouldn’t be playing. And she says that means that not only does his car get married, but two of us players have to combine their money and insurance and shit and play with one car. Like Mia will still be a lawyer, and Rory is still a journalist in the game, but they’ll have one car, and park the other one by this little white house that sticks out of the board, and then they’ll go together for the honeymoon.
Like go fuck somewhere, she means. I tell you, Mia is horny. So, she and Rory do that, and disappear into his sister Fiona’s bedroom over there. Well, you can’t see it, but it’s on the same floor as us so it’s right over there.
But that means I get to the Get Married space thing next. Full stop! Have to get married. Things are looking pretty good.
So, I asked Silke. And the shit hit the fan.
It’s not like I haven’t fucked Silke. Hell, I fucked her on that first day when I fucked Lyla. And I even got to fuck Mia, too, that day, so what difference would it be if I fucked Silke while we played this game?
Hell, I’ve fucked Silke a couple more times since then, even. I went over to her American house and picked her up, and we’re laughin’ and jokin’ and havin’ a good time. You know, I was entertaining her like she was from Mars instead of Belgium! And so I take her to my house, and we go downstairs, and suddenly I have to watch my little brother and sister ‘cause my mom’s at work and dad’s going out somewhere to get some smokes or something, he says. So, I set up my little brother with my video games and my sister’s reading a book or some shit in her room, and I get to take Silke into my bedroom and fuck her blue, again.
I love fuckin’ Silke – Silky! – because I don’t have to wear a rubber with her. Like in Belgium, her folks told her to watch out for us American boys and fixed her up good. She’s got real nice tits, and at first I thought she was shaved — you know, when I looked at her when I saw her fuckin’ Costa that first time, but no! She’s got this little fuzz ball right at the top of her pussy, and her hair is so light that I couldn’t see it until I got up close. Now, it’s like when I’m fuckin’ her, my dick sliding in and out of that nice, nice pussy, there’s this little cotton ball right at the top and it makes me smile!
Silke likes it hard and fast, and let me tell ‘ya, I can totally pile drive that pussy hard and fast! When we’re at my house, we usually have to be quick, but I’m not talkin’ about that. I mean she wants me slammin’ that pussy so she can scream! And I don’t care if my brother hears us, he’s got to learn what it’s all about, sometime. He’s got a crush on Lyla — and Silke, now. I don’t think he’s ever met Mia. She’s never come over.
But Silke gets me so hard, so I’m happy to fuck her hard. She gives great blowjobs. I don’t know who is better — her or Lyla.
So what’s the difference if I ask Silke to pair up when we’re playing that Life game? It’s a game, right? Well, Lyla had other plans, and Costa gets a little bent out of shape, and I have to say I’m just joking, right?
Lyla goes, “What? You don’t want to be with me?” I don’t know if she’s mad at me or just playing, ‘cause that’s how we play these sexy games, right?
But Costa goes, “What the fuck? You’re not marrying Silke.” He means in the game.
You know? It’s not like he can marry her, either — for real, I mean, you know? Like, she’ll be going back to Belgium around New Year’s so he’s shit-out-of-luck, there.
Anyway, like usual, I have to say I’m kidding, and I tell Lyla she’s right and I’m sorry.
My dad told me, once, to get used to that if I ever do get married for real.
So, Lyla and I go downstairs to Rory’s bedroom in the basement for our Sexy Life honeymoon. I’ve fucked her there, before. You’d think Rory would take his own room and we’d get Fiona’s, but Rory doesn’t trust me in Fiona’s room or something, I guess. And I guess Costa and Silke either took Rory’s mom’s Etsy room, or just fucked on the couch in his frontroom. Silke likes fucking on the couch. She fucks Costa on the couch at Lyla’s house when we play there, and I fucked her on the couch in my family room this other time, and my little brother didn’t even notice, at first, but then he saw her tits and ran into his bedroom to jerk off! That was funny!
So, I get Lyla downstairs in Rory’s, and we do our thing. You know, I’m not saying I don’t like fucking Lyla. I love fucking Lyla. She’s a great girlfriend. She was my first fuck, and I’d fuck her every day, if we could.
We’re on the bed, and I take her clothes off real gentle — she likes that. And I get to eat her pussy, and we sixty-nine so she can suck my cock, and then I fuck her and get her screaming. I’m really good — you should see me fuck!
Then I notice Rory has put up his old Star Wars: Clone Wars cartoon poster over the window on the back of his door because I destroyed his Cristiano Ronaldo poster. It was an accident. Hey, his mom tore it first with her laundry basket, so it’s not like it’s totally my fault.
And the Life game? Yeah, like I thought, we never did get to finish it. I mean, what’s the point? It’s just a dumb game. What did we play it for — like ten minutes? before we all went on our honeymoons? Like I said, what the fuck would we do if we landed on “Inherit uncle’s skunk farm?” or “Get in a car accident?” I don’t know. Maybe “Lucky Day at the Races” would’ve been fun where we bet on the wheel. Maybe we’d have run around the kitchen naked or something like a horserace. When you play the game normal-rules, it’s fun when you land on the Revenge space, ‘cause then you get to take people’s money and send them back and shit like that. I’ve heard of ‘revenge-porn,’ but I don’t get it.
And then at the end of the game, you count your money and whoever has the most wins. Like real life, I guess. Unless you gamble and put everything you got on one number on the spinney wheel and try to become a millionaire tycoon and win.
The first time I ever played the game when we were kids, against Rory and this other kid we knew, I thought it was to try and become a millionaire raccoon! So, I thought that would be cool. So I did it. Put all my money and everything on 2 and spun a 1. Lost. Didn’t become a raccoon.
Oh, so, me and Lyla fucked again. We had the time and I stole one of Rory’s rubbers from his nightstand. Then we came upstairs, and Rory straightened out the beds and cleaned the couch with Mr. Clean or something.
And then we went out to this pizza place and had a bite, and Johnny met us there, and so did our goalie Lucas — I guess they were hanging out, and then we went to the school because Silke is in the school play and we got there like hella early because she has to put on makeup. And Costa disappeared on us because he’s working the backstage stuff because Silke got him to do it. That was one of the times I fucked Silke, because she didn’t have rehearsal after school this one day, but Costa did because he had to build wagon wheels or some shit for the play, so I cut soccer practice and took Silke to my place. But now, we were waiting for the show to start. And Silke was good. It was this play, Oklahoma! and Silke was the dream version of the main girl and Silke is a fuckin’ great dancer! Who knew?
So, she got to be in this play while she’s here in America, and I bet that was fun for her, ‘cause who knows if they have plays in Belgium, especially cowboy plays like this one. I mean, Belgium’s like, inside Russia or something, and it’s all evil there. She should stay here. And there were songs in the play, and Silke was singing, but only with everyone else so you couldn’t hear her alone.
So, after the play, we all walked home. I took Lyla home. We made out a bit, but I couldn’t fuck her again with her mom home. But it was a good day: I got a blowjob, I got to eat some pussy, and I got laid twice. Had some pizza, and saw Silke dance in a dress. And then I went home.
So, that’s it.
Copyright 2025 – Tommy Linarcos
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Guess Who Knows?
by
Tommy Linarcos
Story #6 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series
“So, Mia has actually been trying to… suggest… that I share you,” Fiona said, pulling Scott by his belt loops down onto her bed with her.
“Really?” Scott coughed as he landed next to and on top of her.
“Little comments.”
“What, Mia and Rory break up?” Scott had been out of town on a university visit and was still catching up on news of the neighborhood. Fiona’s younger brother, Rory, and his girl, Mia, were hot and heavy last time he’d seen them.
“No, they’re still together…” Fiona growled. “Ever since our ‘double date,’ though, she wants to see your bod.”
“She’s seen my bod.” Scott often took his jersey off after a soccer match, and he did Swim Team in the winter where he was nearly naked.
“She wants to see your dick.”
“She wants to experience my dick…”
“Yeah, maybe… but she’s not gonna.”
“I’d have thought her friend Lyla would be the one to… ‘suggest’ something like that,” Scott snickered. “She was all stars in her eyes, last time I saw her.”
“Tori’s sister?” Fiona recognized. “You’re popular. Welcome home.”
They started making out, Fiona rolling on top of him. Then she sat up. She wanted to just rip open his shirt, popping all the buttons off, but was nice and took her time undoing them, one by one, making Scott keep still with her knees.
“Warm weather is far away, but it’d be so nice to go to the beach. Spring Break can’t get here fast enough,” Scott dreamed. “Maybe we can go somewhere for Winter Break. Do Christmas in the Bahamas.” He imagined the lovely blond Fiona in her bathing suit. Naked was nice, but she looked damn sexy in her suit.
“She says she wants to go to the river this summer, or next time we go to the Dunes, they want to come with us,” Fiona reported, licking Scott’s right nipple.
“That’s far-away planning. And the river’s not as private as it used to be.” People used to skinny-dip in the river, now it was a red cup party zone. But Scott recalled their group outing to the Michigan Dunes at the start of last summer. “We had a great time at the Dunes.”
“Oh, yeah…” Fee recalled, too. “It was actually pretty private by the beach house. We could have skinny-dipped and no one would have known or cared.” His buttons undone, she released his arms and pulled his sleeves. He leaned forward and helped her remove his shirt. She messed up his dark brown hair, dragging the shirt across his head. His jeans and socks were next to go.
“If we went again…” Scott turned the idea over. “If we all went… Us… Danny and Gwen, Al and his boy… and Mia and your brother… Would you be okay with that? Based on what happened last time?”
Fiona thought on it. They were all naked quite a bit of the time, there.
“Seeing your brother naked…” Scott mused.
The image flit through Fiona’s mind. Rory on the beach, in his swimsuit, the lake behind him. Rory not in his swimsuit. Rory naked. Rory’s cock.
“Rory seeing you naked…” Scott took the opportunity to flip Fiona on her back.
This time Fiona didn’t picture herself naked, but the look on Rory’s face, checking her out. She shrugged. “Eh, no biggie.”
“Really?” Scott removed her shirt. “Your shirt off.” He removed her shorts. “Your shorts off.”
“Underwear is like a bikini. Sees it all the time. I see him in his boxer briefs all the time.”
Scott worked her bra off. “No bra, your breasts bare… your tits on display… He gets to see these magnificent things, your pink nipples…” Scott nuzzled in, taking her left in his mouth, tonguing the point, pressing it in and sucking it out…
“Yeah, you know… Our house isn’t that big.”
“So, have you seen him naked?” Scott switched to her right breast.
Fiona considered while enjoying Scott’s attentions. “Mm-hm.”
Her slight answer got Scott’s interest. “Coming out of the shower? Changing for the pool?”
She breathed a quiet laugh, and a whisper of a smile grew on her lips. “Not really.”
Scott thought on it as he moved down her body. How would…? He stopped and smiled back. “Did you ‘catch’ him…?”
“Yeah.”
“When?”
“Last week.”
So, teenage Rory, not kid stuff. “You come down to his basement bedroom and see him through the window in the door?”
“No. Right out there. Didn’t know I was home.”
Ah, Scott thought, family room. TV. Netflix or something on. “Good view?”
“Pretty good…”
“Yeah?” Scott pulled her panties off, tossing them to the wall. He gazed at her fine golden delta and was about to dive down when something struck him. “Wait, did you see him finish?”
“Mm-hm.”
“You saw him? You saw your brother cum?”
“Mm-hm.”
“You saw your brother’s cum.”
“Yeah.”
“Shoot out.”
“Yeah.”
“All over him.”
“Yeah.” A smile. A memory. Fiona sat up a bit and yanked at Scott’s boxers, reminding him that he was not as naked as she was. He helped her take care of that.
“Does he know?” Scott asked.
Fiona hesitated again. “Mm-hm.”
Scott thought on that. “He knew you were watching.”
“Mm-hm.”
“And he kept going.”
“Mm-hm.” Fiona took Scott’s cock in her hand and tried to distract him from the line of questioning.
“Were you hanging on the corner of the little hall?”
Fiona hesitated. “No.”
“You came out to the couch?”
She just bobbled her head in a nod.
“You sat on the couch?”
“Yeah.”
“Front row seat.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you like it?”
A breath. “Yes.”
Guys are visual, Scott knew. He, himself, could jerk off just to Fiona’s face, but could her brother? Was it just the thrill of an audience? Or…? He watched Fiona’s hand rise and fall on his cock while he caressed her breasts. “Did you give him a little help?”
Fiona didn’t answer. Her brows knit.
There were two ways Scott could go with that. He clarified, “Did you flash him your tits?”
“Maybe.” A little smile.
House isn’t that big, she’d said. “Rory has seen your tits?”
“Mmm, yeah…”
Scott tried to offer a couple possibles. “Peek in the shower? Loose towel? Swimsuit slip?”
“Nnn… no…”
“You showed him your tits.”
“Yeah.”
“Guess it’s only fair.” Scott moved his hand down to her pussy, stroking her labia.
“Mmm.”
“You get any splashed on you?”
A little laugh. “Yeah.”
“You let him cum on your tits? Or it just hit your arm or leg?”
“My hand.”
“Your hand.” Scott considered. “All over your hand?”
Fiona hesitated. “Yeah…”
“Did you help him?”
No answer.
“Fee, did you help jerk off your brother?” That was the other way he could’ve gone, and he’d gotten to it, after all.
She didn’t meet his eyes, just stared at the cock in her hand. “Yes.”
“You gave your brother a handjob, and got cum all over your hand.”
“Yes.”
Fiona lost her toy as Scott moved down and began exploring her pussy with his tongue. She could feel him smile as he asked, “Did you taste it?”
A giggle. “Yeah…”
Scott didn’t ask about the taste. He pushed a little further, both with his tongue and with his inquiry. “Did you clean him off?”
Fiona didn’t answer. She had that confused brow, again.
“Did you suck him clean?”
“Mmrrr…”
“You did.” Scott licked up along her labia and found her clit. “Just that, or… did you suck him hard?”
Fiona breathed, sounding like she was about to answer but didn’t. Then, “Yeah.”
“You blew your brother.”
“Yeah.” Her hips were rocking.
“You gave Rory a blow job.”
She just remained quiet. He’d already gotten the answer.
“He’s seen your tits. And your bod in your bikini. Has he seen you naked?”
Fiona was almost going to say ‘probably.’ She started with “Prob,” then admitted, “Yes.”
“Rory has seen your pussy.”
“Yes.”
“Up close?”
“Yes.”
Wasn’t just from playing doctor when they were young; she’d said ‘last week.’ “This pretty pussy.”
“Mm-hm.”
“Did he lick you? Like this? Eat your pretty little pussy?”
“No.”
“No?”
“Just you.” She pushed her fingers through his hair, making sure he continued doing just that.
Scott pushed ahead. “Got you horny enough to let him play with your pussy, though…”
“Yeah…”
“He find your clit?”
“Yeah…”
“Fiona?” Scott circled her clit.
“Yeah?”
“Fiona?”
“Hm?”
“Did you fuck your brother?”
Fiona didn’t answer, just kind of breathed, groaned. Scott stopped moving his tongue. “Fee?”
“Huh?” She knew he’d stopped.
“Fee, did you fuck your brother?”
Fiona inhaled deeply. Scott pressed back and teased her clit. “Fiona?”
She inhaled again, but audibly, almost saying something. It wasn’t ‘no.’
Scott sucked her clit. “Fiona? Did you fuck your brother?”
“Yes…” she hissed, finally.
“You fucked Rory.”
“Yes.”
Scott continued to drive his tongue as Fiona’s hips bucked. Her legs shook and her juices flowed onto his chin, but her usual screams were different, a little constrained. Too many images in her head. What was she cumming to? Scott’s actions, or the memory of blond fifteen-year-old Rory fucking her on the couch?
Scott pulled back slightly, cleaned her up, but made sure she was still quite wet. He kissed his way up her body, stopping for a while at her breasts while his cock slipped along her folds, stealing her lubrication.
Then he kissed her. Then he entered her.
They went at it fast and hard, but made it last. Scott drove into her like he was reclaiming her, a little bit of that notion rolling around in his head. But he wasn’t upset. Why or why not was rolling around in his head, though.
After their climaxes, laying in each other’s arms, Scott brought the topic back. Fiona was kind of hoping he wouldn’t, but knew that it was out in the open, now.
“Did you like it?” he asked her.
“It wasn’t the best I’d ever had, but it was hot for what it was. You know?”
“Sex is like that. Did you cum?”
She nodded. “Almost as soon as he was in. Not because of anything he did, but because of who it was.”
He nodded. “The sex you’re not supposed to have. Rory’s hormones probably shot through the roof.”
“He was nervous. ‘Is this really happening?’ stuff.” She pulled at a hair in the middle of Scott’s chest.
“You on top?”
“At first…”
Scott could see the kid underneath Fiona in his mind. At first. Then he either got heated and pulled her down or she flipped him around. Hot.
“He cum in you?”
“Yeah.”
Questions were running out. Scott didn’t want all the guilty details, just the hows and whys. He wasn’t trying to embarrass or blame Fiona. He was just trying to understand his own reaction.
“You mad?” she asked.
Scott pulled her tighter, closer. “No.” He kissed her and let her see his eyes, let her see his honesty. “No. If it were anybody else, then, yeah, maybe. But it’s your brother, so…”
“We didn’t plan it.”
“I figure. But those things kind of brew over time. You’re hot as hell, he’s finally filled-in…”
Fiona didn’t disagree.
“Rory and Mia already have…? Right?” Scott asked.
“I think so. He hasn’t said anything, but he’s had that proud look on his face for a while, now.”
“He’s a goner,” Scott laughed.
“That happens when you fall in love.”
She rolled atop of him and kissed him. Scott kissed her back.
“You’re not upset…?” The worry was evident in her voice.
“It’s kind of a different situation, isn’t it?” Scott said to the ceiling. “Compared to everything that’s gone on in our relationship so far, it’s not… I mean, you’ve had a relationship with Rory his entire life. You love him. Like I love Olivia.” Scott’s older sister. “But it’s nothing like the way I love you.”
He pulled her down and kissed her. They continued enjoying each other as the clock moved.
“You’re very forgiving,” Fiona noted later. “Did you ever want to do something with Olivia?”
“Um,” Scott put on a silly guilty face, “ask me again sometime when you’ve got me on the ropes from the best blowjob you’ve ever given me.”
Fiona laughed as she tongued his left nipple. “So, I suppose you’re going to want to even this out, huh?”
“You still worried about that? What do you mean?”
“You going to want a turn with Mia now?” she held him. “Let her experience my stallion?”
“No, it don’t work like that,” he told her. “You fucked your brother. Now I get to fuck him, too.”
* * *
It was late Saturday afternoon when Scott came over to pick Fiona up for an evening out.
Fiona was a little surprised when he knocked on the door. “You’re early.”
“I’m bored.” He pulled her into him with a deep hello kiss. “Where are your folks?”
“Shopping for lamps and stuff. But don’t get too worked up. I got a visit from my red-headed friend last night,” she said, patting his shoulder.
A couple ideas went through Scott’s mind of things she could still do for him, but that was selfish, he knew. “Ruin your Girls’ Night Friday?”
“No, I was just a little grouchy. They understood. And I was ready for it.” She sucked on his neck for a moment. “Hey, I want to take a shower, yet, before I get changed.”
“Can I join you?”
Fiona rolled her eyes. “No. I just want to get clean. You okay with the TV? Rory’s here, if you want to play a game, or something?”
“I’ll be fine.” They kissed again and parted, Fiona to her room, and Scott looked around for Rory. He went down the back stairs and found him in his basement bedroom. He knocked on the window in the basement door, though the kid had finally covered it over with a poster for some privacy.
Rory had heard someone on the stairs and had expected a knock. He’d just been reading his book for English, barefoot and still in sweats, before he, too, would go out for the evening. “Yeah?” he called to the door. Scott opened the door and poked his head in; Rory waved Scott inside.
“What’s up, dude?” Rory asked. Besides their connection through Fiona, he and Scott both played on their high school’s Soccer teams, though Scott was Varsity and Rory was JV.
“Ah, your sister’s gonna take a shower. Thought I’d see if you were here.” He closed the door behind him. “Don’t like Foo Fighters anymore?” he asked about the poster that used to be on the back of the door.
“Conor tore it, throwing his shoes at the sink,” Rory replied. “So I’m just putting up old ones to cover the window.” The current poster featured Cristiano Ronaldo and an inspirational quote, but it had been taped twice over at the corners, already. “Mom won’t let me put up a sexy one there because she still does the laundry and would have to see it.”
“Thought you might be up for a game or something,” Scott said, falling backwards to sitting on Rory’s Spider-Man bed, where he noticed the kid’s sexy Spider-Gwen and Ana de Armas posters on his private wall, along with printed photos of Mia and him and his friends. There were a few more photos — he thought maybe they were of Lyla, but a closer look proved they were of Fiona. And there was a shot of a much younger Fiona and little Rory holding hands at Disneyland with mouse ear hats. Cute.
“Got these…?” Rory pointed to a small stack of board games nearby. “Mia and I have been on a board game kick recently. And Conor, too. And Lyla. And Johnny.”
Scott realized the kid didn’t have a TV in his room, so all non-laptop video games would be upstairs. He looked at the stack of games. “Monopoly?” Scott grimaced. “Nobody likes Monopoly.”
“It’s just in the stack. I think everyone owns one, but no one plays it!” Rory laughed.
Scott saw some older games there, too, games from when Rory and Fiona were younger. “Hey…!” He pulled a box out from the stack. “Guess Who? I used to love that.”
“Two-player. Fast game,” Rory nodded, smiling.
“Yeah, don’t want to get involved in Risk, or anything. You good?” Scott asked.
“Let’s set it up.” Rory marked his spot in his book and dragged over a large cardboard box he used as a table.
“To Kill a Mockingbird?” Scott recognized the book. “Spoiler: there are no mockingbirds in this story.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured,” Rory laughed. “I thought ‘Dill’ might have one, but no.”
Rory’s Guess Who? wasn’t the card-game version, but the unit-style one, where you flipped all the faces up, and then down one-by-one as you received information about who the other player’s mystery person was. It was a very easy set-up. They chose their mystery characters.
“Guest goes first.”
Scott considered his gallery of faces staring back at him. “Are you bald?”
“No,” Rory answered. Scott flipped three faces down.
“Do you wear glasses?” Rory asked.
“Yes,” Scott answered.
“Hey, I just found out Johnny wears glasses,” Rory said while flipping down quite a few faces. Rory played soccer together with Scott’s younger brother, Johnny, and recently had become better friends, like hanging-out friends.
“Yeah,” Scott nodded, then realized, “You must’ve finally saw him in the morning, before he puts in his contacts.”
“Yeah, he looked cute, just woke up and all,” Rory snickered. Then he realized what he may have divulged. “I mean, you know, he has blue eyes and…” He didn’t know how to finish that, so just threw his hands down and stopped.
“It’s okay,” Scott eased him with a smile. “Do you have blond hair?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Scott flipped down quite a few faces, realizing he could have asked that question first and gotten rid of all the bald people at the same time.
“I mean,” Rory continued. “My character has blond hair, yes. And I have blond hair, too. Not that I was saying that only I have blond hair.”
“I get it. Your sister has blond hair, too.”
“Yes, she does.”
“Very pretty blond hair.”
“I’ll say,” Rory almost sighed.
“You’ll say what?” Scott asked, knowing he was setting Rory up.
“What?”
“What’ll you say?”
“I…?” Rory was confused, now. He ran the progression through his mind. “Fiona has nice hair.”
“Okay,” Scott let him off the hook, for now. “Go.”
Rory looked at his board. “Are you a girl?”
“No.”
Rory flipped down most of the faces he had left. He would win after his next question, probably. Scott was at least two questions from figuring out Rory’s character, so took a shot with a good guess. Scott had a feeling he knew what type of person was on Rory’s mind.
“I think your Mystery Person is Rebecca,” Scott pronounced. The cute blond girl on the board.
“No.” Rory flipped over his character card. “Gail.” The other cute blond girl on the board. Rory had won.
“Alright, game goes to you. What’s my penalty?” Scott asked.
“What do you mean? We play again?”
“Yeah, but you get to make me do something, first. So, what’ll it be?”
Rory had been sitting with one leg bent on the bed, the other hanging to the floor. Scott put his hand on Rory’s bare ankle. “Anything. We’ve got time.”
Rory looked at his sister’s boyfriend. Brown hair with a little curl to it in front, brown eyes, solid jaw and chin, some stubble. Kissable lips. And a body he’d seen active on the pitch, and naked in the showers. Rory had only really done bi-sexual stuff with his friends, Conor and Johnny, separately. But he knew — and even Mia and Lyla agreed on this — that Scott was hot. Was Scott offering to…?
“Mia doesn’t even have to know, if you don’t want her to,” Scott said.
“So, if I wanted, you’d…”
Scott ran his hands up to Rory’s hips and latched onto his sweats’ waistband. It was an easy pull-down, taking his boxers with, and Rory brought his other leg up to help ease them all off.
Scott had seen Rory’s cock before, in the showers, in the way that everyone checks out everyone else. It was a decent cock, not huge, but a girlfriend’s best friend. He was not hard, not doing anything to make that happen until now, so his ball sack was loose and his shaft only now beginning to fill. Scott ran his left hand over Rory’s balls and took his shaft with the right to help them along, running his finger along Rory’s very light circumcision ring.
“So, Rory, what’s my penalty? A hand job, or…?”
“Suck me off!” Rory said suddenly and quietly, falling back onto his pillow.
Scott smiled, then took Rory into his mouth. His skin was still a little loose, shaft still a little soft, so Scott was able to take him completely inside, at first. He slowly released him, finding him harder as he did so, then licked from bottom to top, finding that bunch of skin below his cock head to tease.
“Aaahh, fuck…” Rory sounded pleased.
Then Scott found Rory’s pubes. “Hmph,” he laughed inside, but then released. “You said you had blond hair.”
“Mia calls them honey-colored,” Rory said from the pillow.
“I’ll go with that,” Scott agreed. “Same color as your sister’s.”
“Yeah…” Rory breathed a slight laugh.
“Rory?”
“Hmm?”
“You’ve seen your sister’s pussy?”
“Uh, what?”
“So you’ve seen your sister’s pussy.”
“I…” he faltered.
“You’ve seen Fiona’s honey-colored pussy.”
“I… I just… you know, like… kind of…” There was some fear in his voice. Scott did want to make him admit it, but didn’t want the kid to shut down. He went back down on him, wanted to keep him in the game.
“Swim suit? Dash from the shower?” Scott gave him an out, then bobbed several times more.
“Yeah,” Rory sighed some relief.
“In your imagination?” Scott asked with purpose.
“Oh, yeah…”
Scott could hear Rory smile. “Can you see it? Golden…”
“… little feathers…”
Scott knew that to be a truthful admission, but Rory could try to defend that as imagination. He took another route. “Did you get to lick it?”
“No,” Rory breathed. Scott knew he hadn’t.
“Still, those tits, though…” he led Rory on.
“Yeah…”
“Can you even imagine how soft they are?” Scott’s bobs were only going about halfway, now, Rory was so hard. Scott pulled off and went to his balls.
“So soft…”
“And those nips…”
“Yeah, so pink…”
Scott had him on the ropes, he knew. Rory was starting to shift, his legs starting to move oddly. He had to have that twitch deep inside him. Time to hit him with it.
“Rory…”
“Yeah…”
“Rory…?”
“Fuck…”
“Have you fucked your sister?”
There was silence this time. Rory was confused. Was Scott talking about his imagination, still, or…?
“Rory, did you fuck your sister?”
“I… you mean…”
“I mean: Did you fuck your sister?”
“… … I… how…?”
“On the couch. After she jerked you off. After she sucked your cock.” Scott could feel Rory’s erection wane just that little bit.
Rory pulled his elbows back and lifted his head. His blood started to run cold. He looked at Scott with fear and worry about being found out. Was he in trouble? Would he tell anyone? What did it mean for Fiona? Would Scott break up with Fiona? Would he beat him up?
“It’s okay,” Scott told him. “I know.”
“You know?” was all Rory could say, at this point.
“Yeah. It’s okay. You’re her brother. Don’t worry.” Scott went back down on Rory’s cock, trying to assure him the sensations could continue.
“She told you?”
“I kind of got it out of her, like I’m doing to you.”
Rory briefly wondered if that was good or bad.
“Lay back,” Scott said, pushing Rory’s chest. Rory let his arms collapse and fell back on his pillow. “Tell me about it.”
Rory didn’t know how to start. Scott sucked him back to full hardness and gave him a prompt. “So, you were jerking off. What were you watching?”
“This old movie, Bound. These two chicks were doing each other’s pussy, and the one… she was cumming… and they showed her toes spreading and her moan… like it was real, not acting… this chick was really cumming,” Rory put himself back into it.
“And that’s when Fiona found you,” Scott said, moving back to Rory’s sweet spot.
“I thought I was dead, but then… she…”
“She jerked you off.”
“Her hands… I couldn’t believe it… and then… oh, god, she took her top off for me, and I saw those tits, those beautiful tits…”
“They are beautiful…” Scott pushed at Rory’s t-shirt. Rory helped him and pulled it off, though it was still caught on his left arm.
“And I came! Like as soon as I touched them. I shot all over the place!”
“Can you see her tits now?” Scott bobbed and stroked Rory. He was getting near to it, again.
“So nice…”
“And then that pussy…”
“Oh, god, her pussy, I’ve wanted to… for so long…”
“And when she climbed on you?”
Rory didn’t even consider how much information Scott had. “She got me hard and… and she fucked me! Oh, fuck, she was so wet! I couldn’t help it. I came so fast!” Rory was twitching again. Scott didn’t try to hold him. He wanted him to cum.
“See that pussy, Rory…”
“Oh, that pussy…”
That was it. Rory pitched forward, all muscles tight. Scott pulled off of him and let him shoot his first shots at his own chest. He wanted to see it. Then, helping him out, he went back down on him to take the rest.
“I fucked her! Couldn’t believe it… I got to fuck Fiona…”
Scott ran his hand up Rory’s abs, spread his cum around. “You want to fuck her again?”
“I did,” Rory breathed, starting to calm down. “The second time, I got on top, and that pussy… just looking at my cock going in… a dream come true…”
Scott recalled Fiona saying she was on top “at first.” He thought they’d just moved, but it made sense the kid would cum quickly. And that they’d go again. Why wouldn’t they?
Scott made his move. He let Rory’s cock fall from his mouth, pulled off his own sweater and undershirt in one pull, and moved down to Rory’s anus.
When Scott had first started with his own “boyfriend,” Albert, he couldn’t even think about licking a guy’s asshole, but it happened eventually, after Al had done it to him. With Rory, it was expedient; he didn’t want to ask Rory if he happened to have any lube around, and didn’t want to take precious minutes to spread him properly. He had to get in him fast.
“Oohhh, fuck, Scott, that’s…” Rory reacted. “Even Conor’s never… fuck…”
“You liked fucking Fee?” Scott asked.
“You have no idea. No, wait, I guess you do!” Rory realized.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Wait, what about Fee? Is she gonna…?” Rory suddenly became concerned.
“She knows. After she told me, she knew I’d do this. You see, we have to even things out,” Scott let that hang to see if Rory figured it out.
He didn’t. “You love Fiona, though.”
“With all my heart. Nothing will ever change that. But we play around with our friends. Her friends, my friends. And sometimes, we make sure everything is fair.” Scott finished rimming Rory and stood to his knees. He had shoved down his jeans and boxers at some point during the blowjob and was hard and ready, himself.
“Fair?”
“You fucked your sister, Rory. So, I get to fuck you, too.” With that, Scott’s cock head met Rory’s entrance. Scott pushed until the crown was inside.
“Waitwaitwaitwait!” Rory cautioned, putting a hand forward, trying to sit up. Scott looked to him, but did not remove his cock. “Let me… let me suck you… let me suck you, first… make sure you’re wet enough.”
He wasn’t saying not to fuck him, just to let him suck him before he did. Scott let Rory up.
Rory got to his knees and looked over Scott’s cock. He, too, had seen him in the showers after practice, he’d even confirmed for Lyla that Scott was a nice size. Now he put his hands on it. He didn’t know how big it was, like in inches, but it was bigger than his own, with a good amount of dark brown hair above it, and not too veiny. Cut, like most everyone at school. It was a nice cock. It looked like Johnny’s, only a little bigger. He’d only ever sucked off his friends, but put this one in his mouth without a second thought.
Scott knew the blowjob would feel good, but had no intentions of letting Rory take him to term. He let Rory show his technique, and get to know the cock that would soon fuck him. Rory pulled off to take a breath, and smiled up at Scott, proud of his building talent. Scott took this opportunity to put his hands on Rory’s shoulders and indicate he should lie down, again.
“Not on my knees? Conor always…” He didn’t mention playing with Johnny, just in case Scott didn’t know.
“No. On your back. Like we were.”
Rory wasn’t afraid — he’d been fucked before — but was very interested on how a larger cock would feel.
Then he found out.
* * *
Fiona met Scott in the frontroom. She was dressed casually for their evening out with friends. She took the opportunity to straighten Scott’s sweater. “Got to fix your collar.” Then she noticed his musk. “You found Rory? Did you guys work out, or something? You smell a little like after a match, or…?”
Scott had borrowed some of Rory’s pit stick, but the kid didn’t have any cologne he could use. There was a Christmas present idea he could give Fiona for the kid.
“Took care of our thing. You know. Now we’re even.” Scott gave her a lopsided half-grin.
“Oh,” Fiona realized. “Can the kid walk?” she giggled.
Downstairs, Rory was jacking off, again, imagining fucking both Fiona and Scott, thinking about how he could arrange to do it — either of them — again, sometime.
Copyright 2025 – Tommy Linarcos
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Just Visiting
by
Tommy Linarcos
Story #4 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series.
“Fuck me, Rory. God, yes, fuck me!” Mia nearly screamed into my ear, having the first orgasm.
As soon as my folks left, Mia and I were downstairs in my bedroom and naked in record time. My sister was out with Scott, so the house was mine for a while. The others were coming over in about an hour, and then we were all headed out to the movies. But until then…
“You’ve made me wait a week, you hot bitch. I’m going to cum inside you so hard…” I don’t like insulting Mia, but she gets off when I tell her what to do. I try to keep it at a tease-level. I dropped her legs off my shoulders and slapped the side of her ass. “Turn over. Get on your knees so I can fuck you deep from behind.”
Her eyes blazed and she said, “Yes, sir,” as she flipped over.
I plunged my cock back inside her and rode her ass, sticking my thumb inside her wet anus. There was plenty of juice that had leaked down into it when she was on her back, so it was ready for me. “You like that?”
“Mm-hmm…” She squeezed my thumb.
“No one’s home, Mia. Do you like that?”
Mia screamed at the rafters, “I fuckin’ love it! Fuck me!”
I was pushing and pulling her ass with my thumb inside while I fucked her for a good couple minutes when I decided…
“Maybe I should fuck your ass…” Mia didn’t react. She probably thought it was just dirty talk, but I was serious. I pulled out of her pussy and set my cock to penetrate her anus. I got my head entirely inside when —
“No, no, no, no, no. Rory, no. It’ll hurt,” she said very quickly, obviously nervous, maybe scared.
“But we got to try. Mia? We got to try. ‘Cause maybe next time, me and Johnny fuck you at the same time….”
That got her. She stopped whining and became still. “Okay, slow.”
She couldn’t see me smile! She liked the idea. I pushed further in, slowly. But it wasn’t working. She was fighting me, and I didn’t have enough experience with Johnny or Conor to really tell her what to do.
“Okay, stop, stop, that’s enough, please…”
I backed out of her, knowing there’d be a next time. I tore off the dirty condom and went back inside her pussy.
“Be careful.”
“I know.” I slammed my bare cock inside her, enjoying the sensation.
“Faster. Faster!”
I was fucking her so fast I was ready to cum in no time, and shot my load all over her back. We collapsed, and she wiped her back onto my Spider-Man sheets.
I lazily licked Mia’s pussy while we recovered. “Johnny likes you, you know.”
“I know,” she agreed from my pillow. “Johnny likes you, too. Did you like fucking Johnny?”
“You know I did. Did you like fucking Johnny?” I asked her.
“You know I did. But I love fucking you more.”
I wanted to tell Mia I loved her, but now was not the time.
“Johnny likes Lyla. A lot,” I said.
She knew this. “Is he going to do anything about it?”
“He’ll probably beat Conor up sooner for losing a soccer match than to get him to quit Lyla, but who knows?” I pondered.
“Think we’ll play a sexy game when the others get here, or you want to go again?” Mia asked me.
“Both,” I said, crawling up her body. “Suck me hard.”
* * *
“Rory, come on. Let’s play Monopoly. It’ll be really fun,” Conor asked me. “I’ve got sexy rules for it and everything.”
Now, we may have mentioned this a couple times, but none of us except Conor like playing Monopoly. Someone is always a jerk, someone always quits, and you never finish the game or get to the point where you put up hotels, but we said we’d give it a try. For him. Not too sure what his sexy rules were going to be, though; he didn’t explain them ahead of time.
I got Johnny to come over. Told him Lyla would be here.
Okay. Conor has been my friend for years, but Johnny… I think I want him and Lyla to get together. I don’t… want… to break up Conor and Lyla, but I can’t help thinking her and Johnny would be better. They’d be good together.
I’m not trying to push Johnny away. I mean, it’s the opposite, really. Our threesome with Mia was a hell of a lot of fun. I’ve never really had any desire to do what I do with Conor. When we screwed around, it was always out of desperation and horniness. But with Johnny, I don’t know. I like Johnny. I like talking with him, and hanging around with him, and playing sports and video games… And I like his bod. I’d like to do more with him.
And I see how he looks at Mia. She’s beautiful and friendly, and I can’t blame him. Obviously, I don’t want him to try and steal her away from me, but I don’t mind that we’re all tight friends. And sexy friends. And he looks that way at Lyla, too. And they get along so well. They’re both smart, and when they sit next to each other at lunch, you’d swear they were an item, and not her and Conor.
I’m not really in the middle of this. I just don’t know which friend to support.
Johnny was with this cheerleader for a time, and took her to Homecoming, but they didn’t last. And he told me about this girl Kiki he asked out and she ran away from him — scared of a hot guy? I don’t know. Then he fucked the girl’s sister. And then I fucked him, and he fucked me. And he fucked Mia. But I know he wants to fuck Lyla. But not just fuck Lyla. I know he likes her. Likes her – likes her. Like me and Mia. If Johnny had come with us that day we cut school and played Girl Talk, I wonder if he and Lyla would be together instead of her and Conor.
Anyway, there were seven of us at my house once Costa and Silke arrived. And you can play Monopoly with seven players. I knew we wouldn’t finish, anyway. It would just end with “Who has the most money?” when it was time to go to the movies.
We pulled in the spare chairs around the kitchen table and chose pieces while Conor set up the bank. Johnny sat at Lyla’s left. I wasn’t eavesdropping, but I kept my ear open.
“You guys doing Julius Caesar, yet?” Lyla asked him.
“We just finished,” Johnny answered. “I think the school only has one set of books, so our two classes can never read anything at the same time.”
“Except from the anthology,” she reminded him.
“Well, yeah. But I just turned in my essay, and I’m glad that’s over,” he said, and chose the battleship piece.
Lyla looked through what was remaining. Mia took the dog, so Lyla took the top hat. I was the Lone Ranger because Conor took the car, first thing. Silke and Costa were poking through what was left.
“Do you know why Monopoly has such weird pieces? I mean, do they make sense? It looks like they’re all leftover pieces from a bunch of other games,” Lyla said, picking up the thimble.
“I don’t know. But it’s from the Great Depression, right? The game? So… maybe the shoe is the poor working class? The hat is the rich people, like Mr. Pennybags? The battleship and cannon are for the war…”
“The thimble… is for sewing a patch on your pants instead of buying new ones,” Lyla picked it up. “What was that from back then? There was a phrase we learned. Mend or Spend? Something like that.”
“Yeah, it rhymed,” Johnny agreed. “And this isn’t the Lone Ranger, really. I just call it that. I think they still used cavalry in World War I.”
“But the dog is totally Toto from The Wizard of Oz!” she joked.
“Maybe. We could come up with a story for any of them, if we think about it.” Johnny’d been ‘talking with his hands,’ and his right landed on top of her left. And it stayed there. He still had his wrist brace on from his injury, but his fingers were lacing with hers.
Conor passed out the money.
“What did you do your essay on? What do I have to watch out for?” Lyla asked him.
“The Triumvirates. And how they tend to get rid of the third person as soon as they can,” Johnny said. I don’t know what he meant, but that’s what he said. “Sometimes you share power; sometimes you don’t want to share.”
“The Triumvirates? The threesomes, you mean?” Lyla almost giggled, and had that look in her eye, I could tell. She caught my eye when she said it. I just blushed and turned away.
“Yes,” Johnny smiled, knowing she knew everything about what happened after she had to leave that day we played Operation. “It’s all politics. You just have to burn through it. It’s not all murder. But… Oh! Oh, hey, Brutus’ wife’s name is Portia in the play, okay? And Tim Recchia is all like, ‘Did she get named for the car, or did they name the car after her?’ And the class lost it!”
Lyla burst out laughing, too. Their eyes were glued on each other. Conor didn’t even notice, he was so involved in getting everyone to take their turns.
“Figure out your Halloween costume, yet?” Lyla asked Johnny. She didn’t ask anyone else, just Johnny.
“I’m down to between two of them,” he said. “What are you wearing? Maybe I can be complementary.”
“Ooh, vocab word…”
“Like a sexy maid and a dirty priest, or something?” he clarified.
“Not telling you. You’ll just have to be surprised,” she grinned.
“Then how will I know who you are? You have to dance with me, you know that.”
“I’ll dance with you. But it’s not like there are going to be three-hundred people there at Mia’s. Maybe like twenty-five. You’ll see me.”
“Now I really want to know.”
“Well, I’m not doing a head mask, like Catwoman,” she said, “so don’t even think that.”
“Now I’m thinking about you in a Catwoman outfit, that’s what I’m thinking.” His eyes bored into her.
Lyla just stared into his eyes and smiled. “One day.”
“Hey, Johnny, it’s your roll!” Conor called. Johnny took his turn. He and Lyla had been on automatic the whole time, rolling, moving, buying property. And talking.
I caught Mia’s eye. She’d been watching and listening to the same stuff from her side.
“Conor like the Superboy comic you got him?” Johnny asked.
“Yeah, but he’s not a big reader,” Lyla explained.
Johnny sighed. “Why are you with Jughead?” he finally asked. Whispered. But I could hear him.
“He makes me laugh. You don’t like him, do you?” Lyla asked.
“He’s okay,” Johnny said. “I just don’t have much use for him.”
We’d almost all just passed “Go,” and still hadn’t heard any sexy rules out of Conor.
Then Silke landed on Oriental Avenue, which Conor owned. “Ha-ha! You landed on my property! Now you have to give me a blow job!” he crowed.
“I’m out,” Johnny said, tossing his money into the “Free Parking” fund and taking his battleship off the board. Costa and his cannon were right behind him, and then Silke’s thimble disappeared.
“Hey, come on! You know you like it,” Conor said to Silke. “I’m not saying you have to fuck me, again. That’s only if I have a hotel on there! It’s just a blow job.” Then Mia and Lyla got up. “Aw, fuck…” Conor whined.
I thought his sexy rules might be strip Monopoly rules, like clothing was money for paying rent, or we’d at least get a gander at some tits when someone landed on Community Chest, or going directly to jail would mean something. He pushed it too far, too fast, again.
Mia took Johnny and the others into my living room, and looked to see if there was an earlier showing for our movie. Lyla didn’t look happy, but she and I helped to put the cards away and fix the money.
“I guess you won, then,” I told Conor. He didn’t say anything back to me.
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