Chapter 7 by TimT85

Who do you love (physically)?

Eleanor

"Come on, Nadine, let's go!" you streak across the yard with your appointed whore towards Eleanor. Eleanor has her back turned to you as you tackle her to the ground.

"Hold her arms!" you scream to Nadine, who just nods and helps you roll her over. By now, Eleanor has realized that you're attempting to ravish her, but continues to play the damsel in distress. She kicks her legs, forcing you to put your full weight on them. Nadine is holding her arms above her head, as you kick Eleanor's legs apart, exposing her most private of entrances.

Eleanor doesn't scream, doesn't protest, but she acts shocked and continues to wriggle as you reach inside of her. You and your fraternal twin were always the closest genetically and now, presently, could be no closer. After less than a minute of feeling for an intrusion, your hand is drenched.

You replace it with your phallus. And just as quickly, replace her maidenhead with an open chasm. Her silence is over as she screams for all to hear. Looking back, you see everyone attempting to ignore you. You look at Nadine who is simply awaiting instruction. And, finally, you look at Eleanor, pain fading away to anticipation in flagrant violation of your ignoring command.

You don't ignore her, as you exit her depths, and re-enter. It's a different feeling being on top, facing your partner. Your sister. Nadine lets go and shoos away one of the dogs that had bothered you. The dogs could smell the sex in the air and were now rutting with each other, to the amusement of all.

Your mother, in her birthday best, lingered over you. "Eleanor," she said, ignoring you, "when you are finished with... things... we have food ready at the table." Your mother turned and almost danced as she walked away, you mesmerized by her large derriere, shaped by many years of corsetting.

The thought of taking your mother's rear like you did Mrs. Dugan, the tightness of your sister's once-virginal hole, and the excitement of people's attempt at ignoring your flagrant violations was too much, and for the third time in such a short time, you released everything into the feminine receptacle.

You kissed Eleanor and rested briefly on her chest. Nadine had been standing behind you, and helped you up, which was Eleanor's clue to perk up, greet Nadine as if nothing happened, and skip across the yard, leaking your seed along the way.

The grass was redder where you had taken her, and you smiled at the thought as you wrapped around Nadine and she led you to the picnic tables. She would be next. Probably.

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These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.