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My girlfriend dumped me. Yeah, I know, move on and forget about it, right? Except that I couldn't forget about it. I was lonely, horny and had a wad of cash burning a hole in my pocket.
Trying to forget about her, my mind kept coming back to the idea of fucking my younger 18-year-old sister, Liz and even my mother, Sandra. It was sick, twisted and perverted, but the only question was: How.
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My girlfriend dumped me. Yeah, I know, move on and forget about it, right? Except that I couldn't forget about it. I was lonely, horny and had a wad of cash - that I was going to blow on an engagement ring for her - burning a hole in my pocket.
Trying to forget about her, my mind kept coming back to the idea of fucking my younger 18-year-old sister, Liz and even my 43-year-old mother, Sandra. It was sick, twisted and perverted, but the only question was: How.
I was wandering around the local flea market, just browsing random stuff, when I stumbled upon a peculiar table with various bottles and vials of all shapes and sizes. As I stepped closer, I noticed a small, glass bottle that said "Potion of Lust".
"What's this?" I asked the old man behind the table.
He smiled, his eyes twinkling with something that could only be impish mischief.
"My boy, that's a potion of lust! Guaranteed to make your deepest, dirtiest fantasies come true!" He winked at me.
READ MOREI could feel the familiar heat radiating from my chest, and a quick glance around revealed that no one was paying any attention to us.
"How much for it," I asked quietly.
"It's yours for only five-hundred bucks," the old man said, still smiling mischievously. "A full month's supply." Then he winked again.
I looked in my wallet and there was my engagement money. Exactly five-hundred dollars, just sitting there with nothing to do. I glanced back at the old man who was looking at the wad of cash in my wallet and toothlessly grinning from ear to ear.
I pulled out the cash and handed it to him. He nodded and handed me the bottle, which I quickly stuffed in my pocket.
As I walked away, I couldn't believe what I'd just done. I'd just spent two paychecks worth on what was probably snake oil.
I turned back around to ask him about it, but he just pointed to a large wooden sign that read: No Refunds!
The rest of that day, I felt like I was walking around with "Sucker" written in big, bold, scarlet letters on my forehead.
Convinced I'd just been taken for the most expensive ride of my life, I went about my day, completely forgetting all about the potion.
That night, as the three of us - me, mom and sis - were getting ready for dinner, my sister, Liz, came trouncing down the stairs, wearing a very revealing mini-skirt that accentuated all the curves of her body.
It was tight in all the right places and barely came down past her hips, leaving her creamy legs exposed for everyone to admire. My mother was positively scandalized and started to scold Liz for her inappropriate dress, while I couldn't stop staring at her.
And then I remembered the potion.
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