My Futanari Stepsister by James Oenemal
Daniel has just finished high school. He has ten weeks of holidays to kill before he can move to college and away from his bitch of a stepsister, Chloe.
One night, while their parents are away, Chloe brings over a few of her closest friends for a sleepover, and they’re about to give Daniel an education he’ll never forget.
This steamy debut novella is for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! It contains explicit scenes of futa (hermaphrodite) on futa, futa on male, group sex, step siblings, oral, and anal.
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About the author:
Not happy to live in a box of any sort (unless it housed an endless supply of paper and coffee), James writes sexy situations ranging from futanari sleepovers to vampire online dating, to the mysterious realms of lucid dreams, and anything in between. All of his books come with a ‘there are no billionaires in here’ guarantee. He’s undecided about werebears at this point; stay tuned…
What inspired you to write your book?
It’s dirty and obscene, but was fun to write, and I still go back to read it myself quite often.
Here is a short sample from the book:
BANG BANG BANG BANG!! Giant fists on his door again.
‘Hey pervert! What are you doing?’ Chloe’s demanding voice couldn’t have come at a worse time!
‘Leave me alone!’ he yells out, teetering on the edge of orgasm.
‘I just want to talk to you!’
Oh god, this is the wrong time to have a talk. And what the hell does she want to talk about? She never just talks to me!
He’s stopped stroking and the ecstasy is subsiding before it arrives. ‘I’ll be out in a minute,’ he insists.
‘No, I’m coming in now!’ The doorknob turns. He lets out a small shriek of ‘no’ and grabs the nearest pillow; shoves it on top of his lap, almost making him cum with the sudden sensation against his sensitive organ.
The door swings open and there stands Mrs Bitchface in the middle of the doorway. Various female faces can be seen on either side of her, peaking into his den, seeing what they can possibly see, smirking broadly.
Chloe walks in, and begins to speak casually: ‘So I was right, you are a serial masturbator.’
‘Will you get out?!’ Daniel cries, uncomfortably aware of all the judging eyes, but too naked to do anything about it.
Chloe sits on his bed and puts one leg over another. She looks like she’s about to start interviewing him. The other four girls follow suit and walk in, giggling and whispering (probably about the mess, or the smell of teenager, or how he’s sitting there brutally naked and a ghost is having sex with a vampire on his computer page behind him, which he forgot to close). They all sit on his bed in various positions.
Chloe speaks, ‘Look, we actually didn’t come here to tease you. We came here to say sorry for being so nasty to you.’ She sounds genuine. He wonders when the catch will arrive.
She continues, ‘We understand you’re still just a kid and don’t really know how to act around women.’ There it is. What a cow – he’s like two years younger than she is!
‘So we’d like to help.’ One of the other girls pipes in. It’s the one with wavy brown hair who humiliated him in the kitchen. Maybe she feels bad?
‘Look, that’s great, but can you kind of come back later?!’ He’s still bewildered by what’s happening.
‘No,’ the same mysterious girl continues. ‘This is the perfect time.’
Daniel feels his frustration taking over. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t even know who the hell you are! Can you please get out?!’
‘Oh, how rude of me. My name is Kylie. I’m in your sister’s Physics tute. I felt really bad about the way I embarrassed you downstairs, and, well, we all talked about it and thought we should make it up to you.’ She smiles and looks across at the other girls who are sitting there; they smile back, and continue with the whispering and giggling. Ella runs her hand through her raven hair, leaving it draped over one half of her chest.
Alice – the most excitable of the group – speaks, in the cutest, highest voice imaginable: ‘Yeah, we want to help.’ Everyone nods, even Daniel’s sister, whose sinister grin reveals that maybe they have a loose definition of the term “help”.
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