Forgiveness and Reconciliation - Chapter 0 - Prelude - Sex Stories

Forgiveness and Reconciliation - Chapter 0 - Prelude

A Note From The Author

Greetings and salutations, reader. I'm writing to you, addressing you, with a very specific goal in mind. This story is not the first I have written, however it is the first I've felt comfortable enough in it's quality to publish online. As such, there is a task I'm asking you to complete. Tell me what you think. The more specific the better, obviously, but even a simple, "It's good", or "It sucked" is better than no feedback at all. Point out any errors I might have missed in spelling, and be the best grammar Nazi you can be. I believe in you, and you just need to believe in your ability to point out things that are wrong. With that said, sit back, relax, and enjoy.

This first installment is NOT PORN. It is just backstory which I feel is needed for the characters to feel real. NO CHARACTERS will be having sex while underage. Thems the rules, and they're going to be followed. That being said, it's foolish to imagine that no characters existed in these stories before they were of legal age, and that seems to be the case a lot of the time. All too often I've read stories which are well written, grammatically correct and with proper spelling, good sex scenes, and characters which are about as interesting as dead fish. The next chapters will come soon, but don't expect sudden hole-stuffing, because you aren't going to get it.

"There's no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it." -Alfred Hitchcock

EDIT! - This is a reupload to this site. This story was previously banished from the site as it was classified as underage, while the domain was transitioning and playing with its rules. There are multiple stories up now that have been up for a while featuring underaged characters, and so I feel confident in this non-sexual piece of backstory being uploaded again. Hopefully it is as well received this time as it was last time. Any and all encouragement is appreciated. and constructive criticism, once again!

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My name is Justin, and I love my sister. Not in the familial sense, but in a deep, primal way. I've known this for a long time, but right now I'm questioning how I could have ended up so broken. My sister is curled up beside me, naked and asleep in this hotel bed that we ran away to. I don't know if we'll ever see our parents again. In fact I doubt it. We fled after they found us together, there's no other way to describe it. We ran as far and as fast as we could, because we were scared. I don't think either of us are bad people, but we both know what we've done, what we're doing, is wrong. If you'll let me, I'd like to tell you how we got to this point, running from our family and our lives.

I suppose a physical description is in order, dear reader. As I said, my name is Justin. I'm 6'1" tall, 19 years old, and am a nice solid 186 lbs. I inherited the red hair of our Father, and the blue eyes from God-only-knows who. A tight cluster of ...