Alright, so you are reading this and obviously true Armageddon has not occurred but I want to share my experience with you. This story happened when my step-sister (no blood relation) and I were watching the soon to be cult classic “This is the End.” If you know the movie, you know that it is about a few Hollywood actors that attend a party at James Franco’s house and suddenly the rapture begins.

Let me backtrack a moment and tell you a bit about my step-sister. Her name is Georgina but we all call her George. She was my “sister” for three years when I was 19 and her mom was married to my dad. George was 16 at the time of the nuptials and I was intrigued by her immediately. Yes, I had thoughts when this leggy blonde teenage girl moved into our house but I fought them due to societal norms. I was an only child for the most part because my only sibling, a brother, was 16 years older than me and was at the time of the marriage a master sergeant in the army. He was as much a part of my life as a wisp of a dream is real to a child.

So, in comes George to my life and even though I had graduated high school, I was living at home unsure of my future. I resented the uprooting of just Dad and I and our peaceful tranquility. He demanded nothing much of me and I went on my route. But suddenly I had a step-mom to contend with and a giggly teenage girl under my roof that threw me off balance. Yet, my hormones raced at this creature living one room away from me. I was a shy kid for the most part, stayed out of trouble and though I had had only one session with a girl before, I was still practically virginal. George was anything but Mary, mother of God, material. She blazed into my life like the entire movie of “Cruel Intentions.” A hardcore world experienced harlot and she found me a big joke. The halls of our house filled with her girlish laughter telling her friends that I was weird and she made it out loud so I could hear her mockery. Though I hated that beginning, still I sat in my room abusing my manhood with my hand to thoughts of fucking her.

Then my stepmother got sick. One year into wedded bliss with Dad and she comes down with stage 4 ovarian cancer. Treatment and prayers but to no avail she succumbed to the bitch that is metastatic ovarian cancer and died just short of their second year anniversary. It had spread too far into her. Yet, when the funeral was over George stayed alone with us. She became more vulnerable and I became more nice to her and comforted best I could.

Seven months later and we had become close. She was my sweetie and she came to rest her head on my chest at night when she cried over her mom. Those moments in my bed at night started as quiet confidence in my strength but became more. I thought impure thoughts as she cried against me but soon I got the idea that she was with morestrength and coming to me for more than just comfort. We began a slow dance of seduction and she parlayed her interest when I would rub her back and my hand would travel lower. She arched one night when I grazed against thecrack in her ass and there was no mistake in her low guttural growl.

Nothing happened till we decided one night to rent the newest movie on DVD and that was “This is the end.” Together, we sat cuddled up on the couch, our level of comfort so escalated to this. She leaned against me and I rubbed her arms. We watched in silence. She turned to me when Jonah Hill became a demon possessed and said “Would you protect me if all hell came to earth?” I smiled down at her and I said that I would battle heaven and hell to make sure she was taken upward even if I did not get to go. She turned suddenly and kissed me hard. The movie forgotten then, we began a long overdue session and our passions for each other turned into hard fucking. As the movie continued and the guys all succumbed to the heavens, my climax reached a peak and I emptied into her with all I had. I knew that I would love her till Armageddon, I knew I wanted to take care of her through the rapture that we had and into the biblical parts as well.

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