This Erotica Does Not Exist

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Meditations by Emperor of Rome Marcus Aurelius

LV. He that feareth death, either feareth that he shall have no sense at

all, or that his senses will not be the same. Whereas, he should rather comfort himself, that either no sense at all, and so no sense of evil; or if he will ever find the right sense to be truly human can not be too bad.

How do I make it to those two nights?

Chapter 10.

Time stands still.

After all that's happened...well, maybe he could still make a difference.

***

"It seems everyone else is asleep," Alice told Emily as she opened the door to her bedroom. "You going to bed, or do something with your hands."

"I'd like to sleep with my hands on my body, Emily." She pulled her dress shoes off, and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"It feels nice to me not to have to be with you."

"You're always tired," Emily grinned as she turned to sit on her bed.

"What's your favorite, Mom?" She turned to sit next to her daughter, "Are you going to tell your mother about when I told her you and I split?"

"She'll know, sweetie. That's the way we've always been."

"Good. Because, I'm your mother, and you should have my back."

"Yeah right." Her father said, walking toward the door to her room.

***

"And where's my brother?" John asked Sarah as they pulled up to the house's front entrance, on the third floor.

"Down at the library. He is going to the library."

John turned off the headlights, and Sarah turned toward her father.

"So we don't have to go back up."

"No." Sarah nodded while she opened his door and pushed down the passenger side door, then closed it again. "We have to stay here for a while."

"Yeah, but we don't have to go back." Sarah's brother, John, smiled while they went inside, while he was in his study. "It looks like it will take her a lot longer to get here." "Well, I guess it will."

John put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, then climbed in behind his daughter. When Sarah slid her dress straps down, he lifted them.

"Mom, you're already in your underwear."

"I don't wear underwear." Sarah smiled wickedly.

"You look so great in your underwear."

"Well...maybe we shouldn't worry about it." Sarah reached behind her to undo her bra, and took off her red thong.

"You wouldn't like Mom to see your breasts," John chuckled as Sarah pulled it away.

"Well, you might say that." Sarah turned to look at her mother. "How's that for sexy, huh?"

"It's sexy." Sarah pushed down her dress, giving a sexy show. "My bra doesn't cover much."

John's eyes went wide as he heard them talk about his mother.

"Are you really wearing your bra right now?" Sarah asked.

"That way I'll be able to see up your blouse."

John pulled off his own shirt, and began unfastening that bra.

"There you go," Sarah said with a smile while she watched them. She slid her bra out of the sleeve of her dress, and then sat down next to her mother.

"This is the first bra I've felt in years." Sarah pulled her breasts away from her chest, showing her nipples. "This way I can see them better and be able to decide for myself if they're good."

Sarah turned to John. "I can't wait until we get to the library."

John grinned at her. "I'm sure we can find something that'll stop that, and still take your mind off my penis, and off your worries about being naked around you."

Sarah stared at her sister for a moment.

"So Mom, you like being naked around you."

"Okay." Sarah put on a big grin while she pushed down her panties, revealing her smooth pussy.

"Why don't you go sit in just a pair of shorts?" John put on his shorts and shirt, and walked over to his daughter's bedroom.

Sarah stood there, while John reached into his shorts and pulled down his underwear.

"So you can see my mom naked."

"And I can see your naked brother."

Sarah stood and then lowered her bra to her knees.

Sarah stood and fell and fell and fell again.

Sarah's her. The bra and again and fell and fell and down and fell and it's down, as the down and—

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