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Thread: The Reinsworth Assassins! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

While she looked a little chagrined at being pushed away--even a few centimeters, the raven-haired beauty wanted to hear every bit of this--Nora still intently listened. Chin on her bridged hands, eagerly leaned across the table to pick up every scrap of information he deemed right to feed her. Hell, it was one whole hell of a lot better breakfast, when it came to the thought of her darling little brother liking a girl! Of course, she took the strange angles his eyes took towards her, as nothing more than shyness on the topic. When Leo had finished, his elder sister hummed softly, and almost frowned a bit. Wow, that actually sounds like someone at the company... , she paused, and then shook her head, giving a small shrug. Must be coincidence. The world isn't that small anyways. Despite her reassurance, it was strange, the gleam that appeared behind her eyes. There was no way, of course, that she knew someone of that direct description, that also happened to work at the company... ...Right? When Leo closed the distance between them, Nora couldn't help but lean in just a bit closer, until they were just a breath's width apart. Almost nose-nose, despite the information, and his final conclusion, not exactly being of the secretive sort. D'awww. Don't say that! , she was quick to assure her little brother. You have tons of time off, and stuff. Besides, we can always split duties, if one of us gets a bit tired of it all... , she trailed off, and then bit her lip. A strange sigh that was, surely, to Leo. His elder sister's soft, beauteous lips dug gently into by one of her opulent whites. A symbol for so many things. But, so suddenly, she leaned in, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Although, with their closeness, but the sides of her lips had slid over Leo's own almost as if she had ghosted them apart from a real kiss. Jubilantly, she sprung up from her chair, not realizing the mistake... if it was one. Giggling happily, the older sister of the household was eager to spread her arms wide. But this is awesome news! Darlin' little Leo is in lo-ove! She exclaimed, before tilting her head down to beam a smile at her brother. Give me a hug that's awesome! Of course, neither did Nora know of the tent that her own body--and, jumping up so quickly had definitely given those globes of his fascination a bounce beneath her tank top-- had instilled him with. But, since he loved hugs so much, and his own sister had so eagerly asked for one...
Thread: The Reinsworth Assassins! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

Nora's smile glowed with a happy light, as her brother stood up. Of course, her eyes didn't drift low enough to catch the tent in his cargo shorts, as of yet. Instead, her eyes were locked on his and she always made a 'awww' sound, when he ticked those cute eyes up at her. Her darling little brother, always so cute. Even when he was attacked with hugs and cuddles by all her friends, so long ago, those innocent, embarrassed blushes, oh-so cute. Her darling little brother, studying so hard, so talented. He always had wanted to uphold the family business, and his promises to protect her, meant far more than he thought even if he didn't understand what it was that he promised. Her darling little brother... ...with a raging hard-on jutting up against her leg. Granted, it was through layers of clothing, but the elder sister's eyes bolted wide at the sensation of such a thing prodding her soft thigh. His apology went on deft ears, as her mind was too busy still 'feeling' that length against her. Gods, even through her sweatpants, and his own dense cargo shorts, she could feel it throb... Despite her utter surprise, his soft whimpers brought her rationale back. Or, at least, some of it. Concern fought back the the embarrassment, and despite the vibrant blush on her cheeks--she was glad his head was lowered to her chest--one of her arms wrapped about him, gently cupping his head against her a comforting gesture. N-No... She paused slightly, as one of her hands traveled down, between them. ... I mean, it's perfectly natural, to feel this way about... This time, she trailed off unceremoniously, as her hand had come in contact with the length throbbing in the boy's shorts. Of course, her own movement had been instinctual, to try and separate them down there a bit a more natural push than anything. Yet, be it her own blindness to the situation, or her utter flustered visage, her hand came to rest on the thing propped against her soft thigh. Geezus, how did her shy, innocent, sweet, little brother get so hung? Half curiosity, half morbid surprise, her fingertips slowly moved. It was clearly not her exact intention, but the soft touch of his sister ghosted over the tented material, to traveling to his own crotch, before back to the tip prodding against her. Nora swallowed. Why was her mouth so dry, suddenly? ...H-Her. It's natural to feel this way about a girl you like. , she managed to finish, even as she found the willpower to pull her hand up resting it lightly on Leo's own hip. It... just means you're really attracted to her, that's all...
Thread: The Reinsworth Assassins! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

Had he liked it? Had she not? While he could hope, of course, it wasn't an exact science to say that Nora had enjoyed the totally-not-suggestive moment from her younger brother. While those sweet little noises did escape from her lips... and her hips did move forward just a bit... it was to be said that she could have just been a mixture of too flustered, and too concerned, to do much of anything about the situation. Not that Nora would say anything to support or deny that, of course. While she changed for their day out--slipping out from her sweatpants-- her hand met her thigh, and rubbed gently, ghosting down the path where her own little brother's cock had jutted against her. So long, so thick... it was so hot, and she could feel it throb, through her clothes... There it was again, that queer sensation, and the lack of any moisture within her mouth. To think, that her little brother had gotten aroused, and... no, he was just aroused at the girl... but to rub and grind on his own sister... The flush that lit her cheeks was as bright red as an apple. Does he actually.....? Eventually Nora returned, clad in short-shorts and her tank, for the day. A quick trip over to the mall, and they set out. Of course, but a few minutes in, and she glanced over to Leo, letting her lips crack up into a tiny little smirk. Oh, really, Leo? Are you suggesting that your big sister needs some lingerie? , she teased at him, with a soft laugh. But, in just a moment later, she was confronted by Ralph, and upon sight, she noticeably winced. All of her little brother's friends, that hit on her, but acted so cool about it, that they thought they were players... Thank you... , she trailed off, as if forgetting his name, but stuck with the vague hopes hat it sounded more like a straight thanks, that something that needed a name tacked on. It's... been going well. Can't complain. Nora paused for a moment, but realized formalities were in the way. Geez, if this guy wasn't right in front of her, she'd let out a sigh of annoyance. How about you? How's the... , she paused, and her lips split back into a tiny smile. ...Hawaiian vacation? An inquiry now, of a taunting variety, even as her hand gestured sunglasses, shirt, white shorts, even a drink and a bag--- he looked like the epitome of a tourist. 'Cept he wasn't in Hawaii.
Thread: The Reinsworth Assassins! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

Leo scoffed cutely, turning his head when Nora tried to tease him. I-I just told you because I thought that girls your age would like that type of stuff! B-Besides, Vanessa's Secret doesn't have too many lingerie clothes, right? He turned his head back over to his older sister, somewhat curious if the infamous Vanessa's Secret had more mundane items for girls. His thought bubble was shattered by the arrival of Ralph. Leo and Ralph high-fived each other when they saw each other. Although his redheaded friend was one of the few friends that hit on his sister, he found relief in the ways she rejected Ralph. Before, he wouldn't have thought about it too much. But now that he recognized Nora as a proper woman, he admired the way she rejected other boys. Ah, I never told you about it before, did I? the black-haired male smiled at his friend. My sister finally found a guy she's interested in. He just recently joined our family company - and she's head over heels for him! Leo said triumphetly, puffing his chest out. Of course, the boy only said such words to deter Ralph from pursing his sister. It sounded like a good lie, too, since they never saw Nora after she worked full-time at the company. Oh, congrats! Ralph rubbed his index finger below his nose, sideways with a smile on his face. Bummer. If you ever need anyone to talk to after your breakup, let me know! And just like that, the redheaded male already turned around and waved goodbye to them. He headed off in the opposite direction - most likely towards a group of girls he could hit on. Leo made sure that Ralph was out of earshot before grabbing a hold of Nora's hand. Hey, I was serious, sis! I'll treat you out to anything you'd like at Vanessa's Secret! Consider it a token of thanks for holding down for the fort for me, he said, looking up at the store with glowing eyes. It was as if years of repressed urges had finally bubbled to the surface. What would be considered forbidden territory for all males was now opening up to the young man. Almost like a boyfriend pulling his partner along, he lead his older sister to the shop and released her hand once he stepped inside. The powerful fragrance of perfume hit his nose. The sheer amount of hot pink blinded his eyes. As he looked around, he saw countless women, young and old, picking out items. Some of them were far more suggestive than others. Yet at the end of the day, all of it was too erotic for the young boy. A-Ah, I changed my mind, Nora! Let's go to Mike for some athletic wear. Y-You like comfort clothes, right? There's bound to be a bunch of them there, he offered, gesturing for Nora to leave the store with him. Too many girls and too many suggestive items would be the death of him.
Thread: PinkMinty Search  [mxf or fxf or futaxf] - craving Pregnancy NSFW

RE PinkMinty Search mxf or fxf or futaxf - craving Pregnancy I am going to bump this since its been a LONG time. Updated it a bit.
Thread: PinkMinty Search  [mxf or fxf or futaxf] - craving Pregnancy NSFW

Such pretty day! Can't help to bump this!!
Thread: PinkMinty Search  [mxf or fxf or futaxf] - craving Pregnancy NSFW

Its been forever sense I've been here but I am ready for some action!!
Thread: Practice Makes Perfect (kckolbe x Your Little Project)

Eric hadn't been the most attentive father since he and Kacey's mom had divorced. In fact, after they moved way the hell out to Idaho, he'd kind of dropped out of her life entirely. He'd called every once in a while, and he'd made an appearance at a funeral two years ago when her grandmother mom's side, not his had died, but aside from that, he hadn't really been in her life. He had paid child support, as her mother was far more comfortable with his money being part of her daughter's life than she was with him. Years removed from it all, he could understand. Eric had been a photographer for pornographic magazines, and hadn't exactly been the greatest man. Back when they were married, he had cheated on her with a young hopeful, which had not only left his now ex-wife with a complete lack of fondness for him, but probably also concerned her about his ability to keep his work life away from his private life and, by extension, his daughter's life. It wasn't an unreasonable concern. It was, technically, an obsolete concern, given that he'd gotten out of that line of work about five or six years ago, but by then he'd already been out of Kacey's life for years and she lived on the other side of the country. Oh well. He had always thrown out the standard if you need anything, don't be afraid to ask. Admittedly, he had been surprised when she had texted him out of the blue to take him up on the offer, but Eric had been the kind of man to take even words said in empty gesture seriously, and he was her father, so he'd said yes. He suspected it had something to do with college. At 17, she was probably interested in living in New York and wanted to check out universities there, or maybe just see the Big City while she still had summers off. The whole thing seemed a bit more sudden than he thought was necessary, but teenagers weren't famous for their skills in long term planning. In the end, he told her he'd pay for the plane ticket and let her stay with him a few days, but that he wouldn't pay for her to go sight-seeing. She had to be a little responsible. When his phone pulsed, he looked down to see that Kacey was already at the entrance to his apartment building. He lived in a fairly spacious by New York City standards one bedroom apartment, something he'd made sure to relay to Kacey when she'd first messaged him about her desire to visit. He had a couch, and she was young enough to get away with sleeping on one. He'd cleaned up a bit, which hadn't taken much work since his apartment had very little in the way of furniture or decoration. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, he walked to the door and opened it. Then he stood silently. He'd seen Kacey many times throughout the years, even within the last year. He knew that she was attractive and had started filling out. He did not know that she could dress like this. Hi... he eventually managed. Plans tonight?
Thread: Practice Makes Perfect (kckolbe x Your Little Project)

Eric shrugged when she playfully chastised him about his less than enthusiastic greeting. Fair enough, he allowed, a small grin spreading across his face. And I don't see any dog hair on you, so it must have just been the air freshener in the car. He stepped aside so she could walk inside the apartment, closing the door behind her in hopes of deterring the encouraging yells from across the street, proof that he wasn't the only one who'd noticed the dress. He listened to her excuse about the brunch party, but he didn't buy it. He didn't know what would make Kacey wear a dress like that, but birthday party brunch didn't seem like the answer. He watched her as she walked in, aware that the dress only accented her young curves. When she turned and asked him if he liked it, he made an irritable expression, but then shrugged. It's a nice dress. I'm surprised your mom let you wear it, though. Kacey's mother wasn't a complete prude, but she did err on the conservative side, at least in Eric's mind. Having already called attention to her dress, Eric didn't need much encouragement to notice the way her dress hugged her body, and that enouragement was more than provided by the sight of her bending over in front of him. Her ass did look amazing in that dress. Okay, he admitted, I can see why you'd want to wear it anyways. He smiled at her as she came back over to him and handed him the box of truffles along with the teasing remark. Well, none of this is suspicious at all, Kacey. He accepted the box, idly opening it as he eyed Kacey. She was leaning back, her breasts now protruding prominently. Thanks, he said to her compliment of the place. It's not very large, though. Speaking of which, what's the urgent announcement that requires you to share it with me all of a sudden?
Thread: Practice Makes Perfect (kckolbe x Your Little Project)

The girl was't stupid. The intentional side effect of the outfit was to look attractive regardless of the angle she stood at. She only hoped that it was enough to throw him off guard and more susceptible to the next proposal. Pretending not to hear the comment about mother's approval, her eyes slowly slid from the apartment back to him. Kacey had been planning to dance around the subject of her reason the the visit for at least a few more minutes, but he'd quickly circled back to it. They hadn't held an actual conversation for a while, she'd forgotten how direct he was. With a sigh she leaned off of the counter and returned back to where he stood. The proximity lent some intimacy, but she wasn't invading any kind of personal zones. I have to tell you something and ask you a favor, I just think you're the only one in our family that will understand... To emphasize his importance in all this, her dainty fingers reached for and gently encircled his wrist the best they could. It was a gentle touch, nothing restraining, a simple attempt to make a connection. I'm not going back to Idaho. She let that one sink in for a moment or two. Her doe-eyes watched his expression carefully, especially when she was mid-plot reveal. I was hoping you could help me start my modeling career. Oh, how typical. Little girl from small town hoping to whisk off to the big city and get famous. Sensing the laugh ability of it all, Kacey unlocked her phone and opened her Instagram profile. But look, I'm not crazy! She swiveled the screen in his direction, revealing her account. She had around thirty thousand followers, a fine number for a girl just out of high school. I can do this Dad, I just need some polishing. You were so good at making me look perfect, I couldn't think of anyone better to ask! So there it all was. A girl, an account with an abnormally large number of followers, and a suitcase full of her necessary worldly possessions. If he denied her, she'd likely just grab the bag and walk out to ensure that she wouldn't be escorted back to the airport. Letting it all sink in, a silence settled between the two of them. Rather than ask his permission, she chose to beg. Please, Daddy. I need you.
Thread: Practice Makes Perfect (kckolbe x Your Little Project)

Eric stood patiently as Kacey slowly made her way over to him, presumably to stall for time. He watched her eyes as she came closer and tried to figure out what she was building toward. The way she built it up, he thought he'd figured it out. She'd had to leave home after getting knocked up by some boy. He nodded, mainly to himself, as she took his hand. When she said she wasn't going back to Idaho, he interjected a soft mhm, thinking she was about to prove his theory correct. He was quickly shown to be wrong, though. Surprised, his eyebrows jumped up and his nostrils expelled a puff of air. Modeling. He took the phone from her after she unlocked it and brought up her profile, scrolling through to look at the pictures she was posting of herself. Surprisingly, they were pretty conservative. Obviously there weren't any nude pictures, but even the most suggestive of them and most were suggestive were rarely overly crude, even when the clothing was trashy. It left plenty of questions to be answered, but they were good enough to at least give her a shot. Even he had to admit that she had a nice ass. All right, he said at last. I don't think I'm the best person to ask, for more than one reason, but I'll let you interview for the job. Give me a minute. He walked over to the counter and wrote down some questions on a sheet of paper, then walked over to the couch and sat down. He gestured to a spot on the couch next to him. Let's do this. He looked down at his sheet of paper and began reading off, moving to each new question as she answered each one. What kind of modeling experience do you have? What kind of tone do you want to have in your pictures? Casual, sexy, cute, etc... What is your best feature? What kind of modeling do you want to do? What kinds of modeling are you willing to do? How do you think it would be appropriate to act around your photographer?
Thread: Practice Makes Perfect (kckolbe x Your Little Project)

While one singular internet profile wouldn't necessarily determine how successful someone would be in a professional role, it certainly confirmed a general reputation. In his daughter's particular case, it was certainly akin to attractive rural girl. No, she wasn't posting anything explicit such as lingerie or nude photos, but every teenage girl found ways to manipulate the wardrobes their parents provided to attain a certain level of adult-like. A basic tank top worked wonders for a simple outfit and with the help of a friend and some affordable fast fashion , she was churning out unique outfits and posts on a regular weekly basis. No, Kacey didn't share this profile with her mother, but the girl was attempting to keep those sorts of questions and answers out of the conversation. Rather than face a storm of rage, she was dumbfounded to find him accepting the idea and even humoring her to a degree with an interview. Beaming with pride, she sank next to him onto the couch. Phone on the coffee table, she crossed her legs and leaned in. Perhaps she wasn't looking at the interview in such a serious light due to their blood relation. Rather than puff herself up and attempt a posture of professionalism, she chose instead to lean against his arm with her cheek propped gently against his shoulder. Honestly, Kacey felt like things were going just swimmingly why worry? I dunno, I guess just my online stuff. My friends and I go out into fields to go get- she paused, realizing that this was still her Father. To get inspired. When the light is nice we just sort of take turns posing. Mine always get more likes. Ugh, her ego was likely enough to fill the entirety of his apartment. Because I always go to the same place with the same people, I've always just taken the same kind of pictures. I guess I'd just do whatever suits where I am. After all, isn't a good model supposed to adapt? Oh, my skin is totally my best feature. Perhaps not what most of her followers would have said. And I'd wanna model anything! Well, I mean anything but catalog modeling... I guess you start somewhere, but, ew. I want to look pretty, but of course you'll make that happen. Can I be cute and sexy? Is that even a thing? As he asked about the etiquette to adopt while with her photographer, she simply giggled and grabbed his bicep with her small hands. Well if it's you I don't think I'd have to act any different, right? Just maybe if it's early how much cream and sugar you like in your coffee. Again, she probably wasn't taking this as seriously as he'd hoped. After all, coming from cellphone shoots in the woods to an actual competent and skilled work force would require a certain adjustment phase. Right now pictures were still all fun and games, so why approach them with any form of gravity? If she wasn't immediately scolded for her poor behavior, she'd nuzzle up against him, her shapely thigh pressing against the material of his jeans in an enthusiastic expression of her joy. I won't let you down, Dad. I might need a lot of work, but I'll do it. I'll do anything you think is best.