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Thread: My Mom the Pornstar (Krad+Nyarly)

Since a long time, Sarah wanted to be in the show business. Nothing ever came out of it and by now, it seemed that she just wasn't suited for it. In the end, there was only one thing that she could do. It certainly wasn't what she originally had in mind and the possible fame is quite lower than in other areas, but at least it looked like it could be fun and gave her recognition among people. At least, among men. She just came back from an interview. She was told that she may have potential, since she was very good looking, slim, large breasts, long blonde hair and blue eyes... they just needed to know whether she was able to perform satisfactorily. For that, she was told to send them a demo tape. While that made sense, she wasn't sure with whom she should make it. There were several guys she considered, but she could never doing something like that with them. She also didn't have a boyfriend or something like that. When she got home, Sarah quickly went in. It was pretty cold this day, and the sight of the snow certainly didn't make it better. Truly a weather to stay home. At least, that was her opinion. As she took off her coat, she spotted the shoes of her son. It seems that school was over earlier. Her son, Josh, was quite a fine young man, which she had quite a good relationship with. From time to time, she wondered whether he had a girlfriend. After all, he was quite handsome and at the right age... Suddenly, something occurred to her. She could barely believe that she was really thinking that. It was completely wrong, the more she was surprised when she couldn't stop thinking about it. And somehow, that thought really appealed to her. Still, she was aware that she shouldn't do this. He was her son, after all. Her own flesh and blood. But then, there wasn't anyone else, who would be suited for it. And it's just one time, just for that tape... Finally making a decision, Sarah went up to Josh's room and knocked on his door.
Thread: My Mom the Pornstar (Krad+Nyarly)

He was just finishing his pizza when he heard a knock on the door. He paused his game and got up, opening it. Oh hey. He said, seeing his mom standing on the other side. Her nose and cheeks were still a little red from the cold, and he could tell by the look on her face that something was on her mind. How did the interview go? He asked, giving her a one armed hug as he finished the last bite of his crust. He knew she had been going to auditions for a while now, but nothing seemed to be panning out. He thought perhaps her expression meant she had been accepted, but something about it told him there was more to it.
Thread: My Mom the Pornstar (Krad+Nyarly)

It was really awkward, standing in front of Josh like that. After all, she wanted nothing else but for him to assist her in making a porn tape. Just a demo, but that didn't make it any better. That she didn't even tell him that she was looking into porn now didn't make it better. Well..., Sarah began, unsure how to break it to him. It's a bit sudden, but could you come to my room? There is something I need to do for my latest audition and I need some assistance with that. Things weren't any less awkward. He surely would wonder what that was about and why he needed to come to her room for that. But she didn't know how else to do it.
Thread: My Mom the Pornstar (Krad+Nyarly)

He nodded and followed her, looking around the room as they walked in. So... what do you need to do? He asked, looking back at her. I thought you did your auditions at the offices or whatever. He wondered, going to sit on the bed. He looked up at her, feeling the uneasiness in her voice. Do you have to practice lines or something?
Thread: Plucking the Ripe Fruit {darkest_fate&Google}

The moment Tempy saw Michael, her heart leaped into her chest. It had been years since she'd seen him, and somehow, he seemed even more appealing than ever before. She'd barely needed his suggestion before leaping forward. Arms wrapped tight about her brother as Tempy gave him a hug that was more than a little bit of a cling. She buried her face in his chest, already marveling over how strong he felt. She was also slightly aware of her own small chest pressing against him, not that he was likely to notice. Hey Mike, said Hope from behind the two of them. She raised up a hand and waved a little, a smirk twisting her lips. I hope you're not expecting me to glomp the hell out of you. We leave that to Tempy. Hope leaned against a wall, also eying her brother. He seemed older, though she guessed that was to be expected. They hadn't seen each other in ages. Hope had, in fact, been royally pissed when she found out that her parents had decided to effectively have Mike babysit the two of them. Hope was seventeen years old, for Chrissake. Plus, she hadn't even seen this guy in ages he even avoided the house at Christmas. At least now, standing there and looking at him, Hope had to admit that she could see the family resemblance. He looked cool, if nothing else. It's so good to see you, Mike! said Tempy, pulling her face away from Mike's chest so she could talk to him. She looked up to him, her eyes shining already. I was so psyched when Mom and Dad said you were staying for the summer! That's just--- it's so awesome! Are you really going to be here the whole time? It's just-- Just that we don't really need you here, cut in Hope, stepping forward and pulling her sister back a little. She favored her older brother with a tight smile. Don't get me wrong it's great to see you bro , but it's just been so long . Oh, knock it off, Hope, said Tempy. She wrestled herself free of Hope, giving the girl an elbow and stepping forward. She walked around her brother, reaching to grab his bag. She'd take it from his hands, if she had to. You know you're just as glad to see him as I am. Welcome home, Mike. Tempy beamed up at her brother, before tugging at his bag, trying to get both it and him into their house. Hope rolled her eyes and stepped aside, waving for both of them to enter. After all, it wasn't like she could really do anything to stop them.
Thread: Plucking the Ripe Fruit {darkest_fate&Google}

Tempy took the bag and wobbled away, the weight practically threatening to upend her. Tempy wasn't exactly a large girl by any stretch of the means, and it was entirely likely that her brother's bag weighed as much as she did. Beyond the obvious, unhideable signs, however, Tempy showed no problem. She grunted and struggled, but nothing more than that. Hope turned to her brother as he directly addressed her, with arms again folding over her chest. He'd hit her issues right on the head, which actually made things worse. Hope narrowed her eyes at her, wishing that she could do more than stare daggers. For some reason, she didn't quite believe her brother. Probably because Hope had been the main one ratting Mike out throughout the youth. She'd taken great joy in telling her parents whenever Mike had a girl over, which was frequent enough. If Tempy ever did it, she did so by complete accident. Yeah, I'll do that, she finally said, ending by rolling her eyes. Maybe if he actually proved to be as cool as he looked, which she totally doubted, then Hope might might decide to go through with some of her plans. As for getting pregnant, while Hope wasn't about to admit it to her brother, he didn't have to worry about that. Hope hadn't let a boy get near her there. Period. there had been some heavy petting, but none of the guys that Hope knew were worthy enough. The girls still welcomed Mike back in. there were grand, welcoming gestures, mostly from Tempy. The little girl was also working her way up the stairs, heading toward Mike's old bedroom, which had surprisingly not been converted. She was most of the way upstairs by the time Mike laid out his plans. She leaned over the banister and looked at Hope, then to Mike. I don't know, she said. I don't really-- Ignore her, said Hope, waving a hand, she's a drag. But yeah, we'll totally do some pizza and beer. I promise not to tell anyone, she ended with a jaunty wink, before wiggling a few fingers at him. She turned, her hips rolling as she moved to pick up the phone. Back upstairs, Tempy frowned, shifting her grip on the bag. I guess one won't hurt. Give me a bit, Mike! she yelled that last as she hurried off to his room. I'm just going to drop this off in your old room. I'll be right down. Hope rolled her eyes and gave her brother an exasperated look, obviously suggesting that Tempy was, as always, a pain in the butt.
Thread: Plucking the Ripe Fruit {darkest_fate&Google}

Micheal got that Hope probably wouldn't buy into what he was offering her right off the bat, she had been the one to tell his parents when he snuck a girl over when they were out for the night or a weekend trip somewhere. He had never gotten into too much trouble from these antics though, his parents would punish him by taking away his X-Box or something but in truth they seemed to think that for him it was all about a young man doing the sort of thing that he would do. Hell even the X-Box taken away for a week would be back after a few days with something approaching a proud smile from the part of his father. Maybe she resented what he had gotten away with when he was younger, or the fact that he was in charge of her during this summer... but the offer of pizza along with the beer had been made to preemptively take away any anger that she have, not quite a bribe but something to show her that he was willing to make sure that the summer didn't entirely suck. Watching Temperance struggle with his bag was enough to amuse him for the moment now, making him smile... it couldn't weigh much less then the slender girl did and it was funny to watch her struggle to drag it up the stairs when she really didn't need to take it that far. He was sure that soon she would be working to do his laundry and make sure his room stayed clean for him and Micheal would be happy to take advantage of her willingness to please, he could cook, he could keep a place clean, but laundry was something he screwed up with alarming frequency... just couldn't get it right. The roll of Hope's hips, and what was just below them did distract him for a moment though before he moved passed her into the kitchen, going to check the fridge where if he knew his father, he would find plenty to drink. Tempy, you don't need to lay out that bag for me, that one is just dirty laundry! He yelled to her before pulling open the fridge, smiling at the sight of two six packs of good Hungarian beer, his dad did have good taste and the money to match it. I think Hope is ordering the Pizza, so you can come on down here, have a bottle of beer and watch some TV with me, I mean you don't have to start doing work right now. I just got home and want to spend time with my kid sisters. Pulling a bottle from the fridge and cracking it open Micheal took a long pull from the bottle as he looked at the back window to the pool, memories returning to him as he smiled softly, he had good times he and he expected to have one hell of a good time this summer. The bottle was raised in a salute to no one in particular before he took another long pull with a smirk, start the first night off slow with sisters, beer, and some movies... and the rest of the summer stretched out before him with any number of possible encounters to make it especially memorable too him.
Thread: Plucking the Ripe Fruit {darkest_fate&Google}

Hope continued, separated from her siblings. She was indeed dialing up the pizza place, issuing orders. She knew Tempy's preferences by rote, and while it had been some while since she'd seen or spoken to Mike, she could still recall what he liked, more or less. Not that Hope really cared one way or another he would eat whatever she got and like it. Tempy, on the other hand, was just realizing what Mike knew all along. She looked at the clothes, nearly recoiling at the sight and smell of them. Tempy found herself pulling out a few pieces, mostly to check that it was, in fact, precisely what she thought it was. She'd done all that work just to carry up his dirty laundry. A dark red blush crept up on her at the sight. All that work Hope and Mike must be laughing at her now. Poor Tempy nearly started crying, but took a deep breath. Best to just write it all off. I'll be right there! she yelled, leaning toward the door to better project the sound. She sighed, reaching up to adjust her glasses, making sure they were better balanced on her nose. you seriously let her carry your laundry all the way up there? asked Hope. She walked into the kitchen, where she'd heard him rummaging around. Leaning against the door, she favored him with a smirk, which was certainly several steps up from her previous expressions. That's totally awesome. You know she's totally going to end up doing all the chores all summer. It'll be sweet. Hope watched as Mike pulled out a beer, and she took a few steps forward. Say, I don't suppose you'd let me have that beer you promised me now? You know, gesture of good will and all that? she squeezed in around him, reaching into the fridge herself. A beer sounded good. Great way to start off the summer. Hell, things were already looking pretty good. An entire summer without the parents, with Tempy there to do all the hard work. Plus Mike seemed to be leaning more toward the cool end of things, though Hope was still giving him a suspicious look. She was cautiously optimistic about the whole thing.
Thread: Plucking the Ripe Fruit {darkest_fate&Google}

Micheal nodded his approval that Hope could have the beer now, if he was in her shoes he would have waited until the pizza arrived and drank it along with the food but he was pretty damn sure that this wasn't her first beer so she could have it whenever she wanted it. Really though he felt, not quite guilty but a little bit bad that he had allowed Temperance to grab and drag his laundry up to his room. Really he had only brought it in because he didn't want to leave it in his car to stink it up. He had his other clothes and his personal effects in there and to leave his dirty laundry in there would mean that just about everything in there would need to be washed. True he was going to ensure that Temperance took care of him during the time he spent at home but he wasn't just going to let Hope take advantage of her like that. I am not going to let you take advantage of our sister. He said after another quick sip from his bottle of beer, finding that the bottle was more then half way emptied at this point, he drank frequently enough and wasn't going to be stopping with just one, hell one wouldn't be nearly enough to give him even a buzz going on. I let her carry that bag up because she was pretty much ready to rip if from my hand if I hadn't just let her take it. Now when it comes to the chores I really don't care how the two of you split it up but I expect the both of you to clean up any mess that you make, and of course keep the house from falling apart. As long as it gets done I really don't care. If he felt like Temperance was getting taken advantage of he would probably step in on the situation and make sure that his youngest sister wasn't to screwed over. As Temperance made her way into the kitchen Micheal moved over to her with a smile, wrapping one arm around her in a slightly awkward embrace, squeezing her tight against him for a few seconds before he released her. Thanks for the help with my laundry, I really couldn't just leave that in my car. He explained to her with a smile, true he did find it amusing that she had worked so hard just to get some dirty t-shirts, pants, and boxers up into his room, he could have carried it without much trouble at all but really he would have wanted to help her out a bit if she hadn't been able to pull it off. He probably wouldn't have too much trouble getting her to do that laundry either, she had been so eager to just carry his stuff upstairs then really getting her to do anything wouldn't be difficult and that idea did excite him, could be pretty damn amusing. Now why don't you go grab yourself a beer and watch some TV with me while we wait for the pizza to arrive... odds are with a few hundred channels we can find something to watch. Satellite TV, a major advantage of being back at his parent's home rather then at college where he mostly made due with basic cable, no extra packages.
Thread: Plucking the Ripe Fruit {darkest_fate&Google}

why? Because you want to? Hope shot back. She was half-teasing, half-serious. Just when she'd thought that Michael might actually be cool, he had to go and do something... something adult on her. She nearly wanted to spit her beer at him, and if it wasn't that she only had the one, she probably would have done so. Instead, she took an especially long pull of it. Like he could really control her. Just because their parents said that Michael was the boss didn't mean anything. He was just her brother. Tempy entered just at the right time, apparently. She squeaked as Michael wrapped her in a hug, her hands going up defensively she was the youngest of three siblings, after all. As Michael thanked her and explained, Tempy looked up at him. Looked up to him with the near hero worship for a bit, before lowering her gaze in embarrassment, her hands again going to fiddle with her glasses, her eyes blinking beneath them. It's okay, she said. Really. I know it was stupid of me to just pick it up and all, she glanced over at Hope, who was smirking at her, I just---I'm really excited to see you, Mike. There was something about grabbing a beer and going to watch TV. This led to another awkward moment, with Tempy standing there, frozen and staring at the fridge as though it were about to attack her, while Hope stood, still smirking, still leaning against the wall. Finally, the older sister rolled her eyes, letting out a breath that was almost noticeable. She pushed off and walked over to the fridge, extracting another beer and practically shoving it into Tempy's hands. Here, just drink one already, said Hope. She stood and waited while Tempy fumbled with the top. Eyebrows raised expectantly, the girl obviously insisting that before they go and watch TV, Tempy would need to take a pull from the beer. Tempy looked from her sister to her brother, trying to figure out what to do. She'd never drank before she was definitely underaged. At the same time, she didn't want to offend Mike and maybe Hope, a little. She definitely wanted to be cool, which she thought both her siblings were...
Thread: Plucking the Ripe Fruit {darkest_fate&Google}

Hope was a little close to the truth, an idea was half formed in Micheal's head and while this idea probably should have disgusted him, would have likely disgusted just about anyone else if occurred too Micheal had to admit that he liked where the train of thought was going. He didn't give Hope an answer, not even the slightest nod to give her a look look into his own thoughts of the time. However if she had looked closely she might have seen the smallest hint of a smirk or an interesting look in his eyes as he considered what she had just said. Yes, his sister was a young lady with an immense amount of possibility, she practically seemed to worship him and oh that had some interesting possibilities there... a great deal of fun just waiting to be exploited. Looking down at her with that hug going on he smiled a little bit, a tighter squeeze now to let her know that he was happy to see her as well. Temperance, I am happy to see you as well, both of you in fact. He told her with open and honest feeling there, he was rather fond of his sisters. They might have been a pain in his ass when he was growing up but with the time separate from them had made him feel fonder of them once they were united once more. Hope might be setting herself out to be a bit of a pain in his ass while he was here with her but he suspected she would mellow out when she saw that he wasn't out to ruin the fun for her. He was going to take care of his sisters but wasn't going to over protect them the way his parents might try too, if anything he was going to give her a chance to relax for a bit and have some fun so long as she didn't push to far about what he was laying down as the law. Realizing that Tempy was looking to him for direction or support about how to handle the pressure that her sister was putting on her. Hope, don't pressure her. He said slowly, though with a small smirk, he was going to put her into a situation of pressure but probably one that she wouldn't see as blatant as how their sister handled it. Tempy, you don't have to drink the beer if you don't want too... but I want you to know that when I was your age I was drinking more then a decent amount at plenty of parties. You are growing up into a beautiful young woman and there will be pressures out there for you to drink, I think that it is better that you learn how to handle your liquor now rather then discovering at some party that you have no idea why that punch you had makes you feel funny. An attempt of manipulation a bit more subtle then what Hope used, playing to the insecure teenage girl as well as the younger sister who practically worshiped her older brother. He had used plenty of similar tactics in the freshman dorms at the start of every year, plenty of vulnerable new girls fresh out of high school and fresh out of a relationship trying to prove that they were mature enough for a relationship not realizing that they were perfect bait for someone with the right eye for it.
Thread: Plucking the Ripe Fruit {darkest_fate&Google}

Tempy nearly squealed as her brother hugged her tight. Her arms went up to form a completely unnecessary bodily shield, but she mostly giggled and squirmed as he pulled her. he was happy to see her. Sure, he claimed he was happy to see them both, but he'd started by saying how happy he was to see her , which nearly made Tempy start giggling all over again. Hope just rolled her eyes, taking another pull of her beer. All this family crap was just that crap. And sure enough, Mike was taking it onto the next step, insisting that Hope not pressure her sister. The older teen let out a snort, gesturing toward her younger sibling with the bottle. She's too uptight! Seriously, Mike, you're not around, so you don't know . Tempy's got a stick so far up her ass that she spits fucking splinters. Tempy looked like she was about to cry, her trembling hands shifting again on the bottle. Her brother approached, and she looked up at him, that near adoration again shining in her eyes. Beautiful? Her? He was just being nice, but it still felt good, real good, to be called beautiful like that. And what Mike said made sense too. Technically, Hope's stuff made sense too, but Mike was actually being nice about it. Okay, she said, nodding, but you two are going to watch me to make sure I don't do anything stupid, right? Hope actually nodded, waving off the comment. She might be gruff, sure, but there was no way she was letting her baby sister do anything stupid, not if she could help it. She was also pretty sure that Mike had just actively tricked Tempy into drinking, and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why big brother would want little sister to get nice and tipsy.