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Chapter 6 by Rest_Easy

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It's Hard

Dylan woke up in the morning feeling horny. He took a morning piss and was about to jack off when he remembered last night. Was that some erotic fever dream? It made him feel even hornier, but also afraid. He decided to not finish, and tried to tell himself it wasn't because he was scared.

He grabbed some pop-tarts for breakfast and went straight out the door, the better to not run into Emily. It meant when his car wouldn't start he still had time to make the bus. Unfortunately it was just as the various hookers in town were heading home after a long night's work. Most were tired, but a few seemed to think he might be interested in a quickie at the stop or a discreet blowjob in the way back seats. Dylan was flustered, having never gotten so much female attention, but he felt that same dread from before and begged off.

At work. his secretary, Miriam, had dressed up extra sexily. So had all his female coworkers, and Dylan started to smell a rat. How far did his sister's powers reach? He felt so horny, could Emily just make him horny, or was all this teasing just getting to him. He started to jerk off in the bathroom, but at the last moment remembered his nightmare or real experience- whatever, and stopped himself.

He was being an idiot, he told himself. There's no way that could have really happened. At the same time, he was disgusted and ashamed of himself for acting like a high school kid with his first hard-on. Didn't he have better control? Surely he could last one day, one week, one month without cumming.

He left the bathroom, just in time for the door handle to catch and somehow tear a woman's blouse open, giving him an eyeful even as he looked down and babbled apologies. He made it through the day with three more propositions and a whole lot of eye-candy, achingly hard the whole time, and when he finally got home, Emily was waiting.

"I gotta say, bro, I'm impressed." She grinned evilly. "You have better self-control than I could have imagined, real iron will stuff. So surely you won't mind if I up the ante a bit?"

Dylan gulped.

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