Blowjob | By : riridevimon Category: +S through Z > South Park > Het- Male/Female Views: 8937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I do not own South Park, Comedy Center does own the license and property.
WARNINGS: INC!, Min and PWP.
That is all.
Stan Marsh looked out at the terrible storm as the window shook fiercely as he heard Shelly received the news that their parents were not coming home tonight - and possibly tomorrow - so it meant a whole night alone with the worse babysitter, and sister, in the whole world, Stan stared out at the flurry wondering if he walked out now if his suffering would be quick and painless. The thought was very quickly dismissed as he knew that as long as he stayed out of the older girl's way things would be fine, he learned this lesson very well over the years.
Shelly cursed, a very low and guttural curse at that, as she placed the receiver back into the cradle. While she had no real particular plans with the snow storm happening outside she had learned that now nether of her parents were coming home and must watch her little brother, standing there she looked over her shoulder at her fifteen year old brother who was just staring out at the snow then shrugged. Not like he was going anywhere ether. "Hey turd, mom and dad ain't coming home." Shelly sneered at her brother, "so I am in charge. Any questions?"
Stan shook his head no, knowing that any other reply would land him in a world of hurt. It only took him twelve years to learn that and the last three to refine the art of not-pissing-off-Shelly, which Stan had mentally referred to as avoid bitch fu. As the queen of fucking mean turned her back to the young teen he took his leave, heading to his room for safety. Here he knew Shelly would never come near for reasons unknown but never sought after, he just knew that he was safe.
And alone.
A smirk crossed that fifteen year old face as he gone over to his bed while undoing his fly, flopping he down he looked over to a brown plastic bag taped to the back of his dresser. This was his porn stash, which he personally - and proudly - photographed himself. Prying it open once again he pulled out a stack of different pictures, ranging from polaroids to digital print outs. Among these pictures were some interesting voyage-esque shots of Wendy Testaburger wearing pink panties and bra in the locker rooms along with long time friend-slash-possible-sex-partner-in-Stan's-mind Bebe, a few gleams at the raisin girls (from a picture phone due to the "no photos" rule), a couple from Mrs. Cartman, who actually posed for them (won fifty bucks from the neighbor beaver magazine contest too). But tonight he was going to look at the crown jewel of his collection, one Shelly Marsh.
Stan did not know when, or why, his odd and sick lust began but he could not help himself, maybe because he spends a lot of time alone in the house with her or maybe it is biological since he is a man and she is a woman. Or perhaps he is too fucked up to admit it was wrong to jack it to some panty shots of your sister, of course it is worse when on her sixteenth he had sent a pair of blue leather panties and bra as a gag gift (anonymous of course.)
To quickly take a break to describe Shelly, in Stan's mind, she was a wild cat, a lustful sex fiend that will break your cock faster then Cartman going through a box of cheesy poofs. She sexy, her hips shapely and thighs small but well firmed, ass that would make any dick stiff with a shift, breast were small but very firm and perk. To top it all off was the headgear, to some it was a turn off but to Stan Marsh it made him harder as he thought of having a blowjob with those braces racking up and down his dick almost made him cum. These images in his head he lean back and pulled out his penis.
He starts slow, that began to pick up speed right until when the door had slammed open with Shelly standing there. "Turd, I want something to-" Shelly trailed off as Stan had pumped his cock before reality had set it then went scrambling to cover himself and hid the pictures which were slipping out of his hand, some fell on his bed while some onto the floor. Shelly's mood had turned from bitch to amusement as she dove for the pictures as Stan was slow to realize what was happening, Stan felt his throat tighten while a knot formed in his stomach as his sister snatched the photos and began to leaf through them.
"What is this?" She spoke with her traditional lisp as she raised a brow at the Bebe/Wendy cunt licking contest and the Mrs. Scotch poses but stopped when she saw the familiar pattern of one panties, her panties.
"I'm fucking dead." Stan muttered as Shelly looked up from the photos, he slid back into the wall scared.
"Where did you get this turd?"
Stan was shaking with fear as he pressed his back against the wall, forgetting his penis was still hanging out of his pants. Not knowing what to do and fearing the worse he answered honestly, "I took them."
"Really?" Shelly looked at them, "these are too good be your's turd."
Stan blinked, fear was being replaced with confusion. "What?"
"These are too professional," the young woman placed a hand on her hip while looking at the photo of an ass shot of her when she wore a pair of cut off jeans, the kind that so tight it was sliding into her pussy. "My potang looks good."
"I know." Stan realized his mistake of admitting it, he return to fear.
"How did you take these perv?" Shelly held up all of her pictures as she let the rest fell to where ever.
"Canon 355 low-light camera with a silent shutter and short lens," Stan swallowed hard as Shelly was leaning towards him.
"Here's the deal, turd." Shelly spoke in a harsh, commanding voice. "This one time I am going to do something for you, provided you do something for me." Stan was not believing what he had just heard, no god damn way that Shelly Marsh was being sort of nice, "you take some non-perv shots of me and I will do one sex act that does not involve your prick going into my pussy."
Stan, to ecstatic really to think clearly, had said the first and only thing that came to mind. "Blowjob."
The young woman, smirking in the fact her brother had chosen a simple bj, placed her hands under the hemline of her shirt and pulled it off to reveal her bra-clad breast. Stan just watched and felt the brunnette lean over him, breathing on his adam's apple as if a vampire going in for the kill before she gone down. With one hand she held the young man's cock while her mouth hovered over the tip, her tongue slid over it to cause a shiver in the boy.
The moment he felt the braced teeth go over his cock Stan's eyes almost rolled back into his head as Shelly moved up then back down. Keeping in rhythem that was at first slow then picked up speed, her tongue and teeth caused Stan's groans of pleassure to grow over time until they were almost yelps. He looked down just as Shelly removed his cock and allowed cum to spill all over her pale chest, he almost collapsed from his first non-self invoked sex act but managed to weakly sit up. "That was fucking awsome."
Shelly sat on her knees, wiping up some of her brother's cum with a finger and tasting it. "Not bad, but remember turd that we have a deal."
Stan smiled while nodding. "I know just the perfect backdrop for you Shelly," Stan gone into talking about how a color scheme works well with a pretty girl, especially one so ease to photograph. Shelly listened half heartly, knowing that she has a new toy to play with in the future.
This piece was written at 12:30 AM as a quick fixs for my lust for a very dirty and fucked up HET PWP SP story, I really did not have much planned nor really cared as I wanted to be the first with this pairing on adult-fanfiction.org.
Plus there is not much love for Sherry which is sad, as everyone knows a girl with braces gives the best Blowjobs.
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