ToWriteAndWander
Not all those who wander are lost.
- Joined
- Jun 8, 2020
Richard pulled up in front of his sisters house and let out a deep breath. He checked his phone and saw a text from her, telling him the door was open and that she was upstairs.
She had called him about a month ago, to talk. It turned out she and her husband were trying to have a baby - but were having issues. A long story short, they had agreed to have some one else impregnate her the natural way. Her husband, for religious beliefs, didn't want it any other way. He also didn't care to know who it was or be around when it happened. After thinking long and hard about it, she had decided she wanted her brother to be the one. And she had told him that - it made his head swirl.
They had talked constantly since then over the phone. He had withdrawn into himself, battling with his conflicting feelings. His sister was a beautiful young woman and any man would be happy to sleep with her - but this, this was....it was too much. He didn't know what to say or do. He pulled away from his wife while he battled with his own internal thoughts.
They had finally decided to meet in person, to discuss it. So he got out of his car, went inside, and upstairs. "Lorena, I'm here." He calls out, following her voice to the master bedroom. He opened the door. "Hey Lor..." Freezing mid sentence as he saw her standing there.
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Andrew, 16, had a crush on Mrs. Andrews, his teacher. He paid full attention to her so today he had finally decided to ask her what was wrong. Over the past weeks, he had noticed her in a more depressed mood. Other people might not have picked up on it, but he had. Something was certainly going on. The brunette was a few inchers taller then him when they stood up but it didn't intimidate him at all.
As the final bell rung, he waited for the other students to leave before he approached her desk at the front of the classroom. He was in jeans and a polo shirt, his normal attire for school and his backpack was heavily loaded with books. He had great grades across the board and was bullied because of it and his lack of social skills.
"Uh...uhm....Mrs. Andrews?" He asks, stepping in front of her desk. "Are...are you okay?"
She had called him about a month ago, to talk. It turned out she and her husband were trying to have a baby - but were having issues. A long story short, they had agreed to have some one else impregnate her the natural way. Her husband, for religious beliefs, didn't want it any other way. He also didn't care to know who it was or be around when it happened. After thinking long and hard about it, she had decided she wanted her brother to be the one. And she had told him that - it made his head swirl.
They had talked constantly since then over the phone. He had withdrawn into himself, battling with his conflicting feelings. His sister was a beautiful young woman and any man would be happy to sleep with her - but this, this was....it was too much. He didn't know what to say or do. He pulled away from his wife while he battled with his own internal thoughts.
They had finally decided to meet in person, to discuss it. So he got out of his car, went inside, and upstairs. "Lorena, I'm here." He calls out, following her voice to the master bedroom. He opened the door. "Hey Lor..." Freezing mid sentence as he saw her standing there.
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Andrew, 16, had a crush on Mrs. Andrews, his teacher. He paid full attention to her so today he had finally decided to ask her what was wrong. Over the past weeks, he had noticed her in a more depressed mood. Other people might not have picked up on it, but he had. Something was certainly going on. The brunette was a few inchers taller then him when they stood up but it didn't intimidate him at all.
As the final bell rung, he waited for the other students to leave before he approached her desk at the front of the classroom. He was in jeans and a polo shirt, his normal attire for school and his backpack was heavily loaded with books. He had great grades across the board and was bullied because of it and his lack of social skills.
"Uh...uhm....Mrs. Andrews?" He asks, stepping in front of her desk. "Are...are you okay?"