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Coming Home was the wikichan documentation of a /b/ thread from a ways back.

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Anonymous comes home to his loving sister after three years of failure.


All right /b/, I have a confession.

I used to be a struggle musician. In fact, my career was going nowhere. I played the drums in a few bands, but, they weren’t anything special. Things got so bad when I was about 20 that I had to move back in with my dad. It was pretty humbling having to move all my stuff back into my old room.

I left home when I was 17, and I dropped out of school. I told my dad to fuck off, and I told my little sister that I was going to be famous some day. Three years later, coming back, I felt pretty dejected. My dad gave me a lot of shit, but, my little sister still loved me.

My older brother had left home a few years ago, and he didn’t talk much with my dad. Looking back on it, things were pretty hard for my dad, who had to raise us by himself after him and mom split up. He was a bit of an alcoholic, but, he was never really abusive toward me.

Kimmy, my little sister, was the best, though. And coming home was a lot easier with her around. When I left she was only 11, and it was the hardest leaving her with dad. But, she was 13, almost 14, by the time I got back. She was developing into a beautiful young woman, and, sadly, had taken on most of the responsibilities of the house.

I remember the first day back home, I was unpacking everything, setting up my room again. She came to the door, and leaned on the edge.

“Is it weird coming back?” She asked softly.

I sat down on the bed, and patted a seat next to me. She jumped in my lap instead and wrapped her arms around me. At this moment, she didn’t really look like my sister anymore. I left her a gangly little 11 year old, and came back to her a developing teenager. She nuzzled my neck, and I could feel her breasts on my arm through the thin pink fabric of her tight fitting t-shirt. In fact, I think I gave her that t-shirt before I left.

“Is it weird?” She repeated, to knock me out of the sudden sexual attraction I felt toward her.

“Yeah, a little. I don’t know. Dad hasn’t gotten much better.”

She kissed my neck softly and rubbed her nose against me. At that moment I realized I could never love another woman as much as I loved Kimmy. We used to experiment a little bit when we were younger. Just looking at what each other had. Light touching, but, nothing too crazy.

She looked up at me with the saddest auburn eyes I’ve ever seen before. Really, I wanted to kiss her up and hug her and tell her I’ll never leave her again at that moment. I brushed my fingers through her soft strawberry blond hair. She looked like mom. Well, she looked like mom from what I could remember. I hadn’t seen mom since I was about 6 years old, but, she looked just like her.

“I missed you.” She whimpered, and clutched me closer to her, shifting her weight slightly in my lap and rubbing my cock with her tight little ass as she did. She was wearing these short white jogging shorts that split at the seams. She had these amazingly long tanned legs. She was really into track and field in school, which is good, I thought, because all I was into during school was drugs and music, and look where that got me.

“I missed you, too,” I said, running my finger up and down her outer thigh. I could feel her little heart beat against my arm.

She quickly jumped off my lap and crawled further up on my bed. She laid her legs across my lap, and tried to look deep in though. She looked like a picture.

“I thought about you a lot.” She stated, looking up at the ceiling, twiddling her fingers.

“Hey, you know, I did too, actually. I mean, I thought of you a lot.” She perked up and looked at me, her eyes looked less painful and more optimistic now, and, I liked that look better on her.

“Really?” She said.

“Yes, really.” I said, and crawled next to her in the bed, and spooned her, rest my chin against her shoulder, my mouth slightly above her ear. “I was worried about you, mostly.” My arms wrapped around her and my hands rested on her flat tummy. I started rubbing her skin, since her shirt was riding up a little.

“Worried, why?” She wiggled her butt and arched her back, pressing her ass right into my crotch. I was getting aroused, and I think she was too, I dry humped her, instinctively, and she didn’t change her position.

“I-I don’t know. I worried what dad might be doing to you.”

“I’m a big girl.” She turned her head to pout. And, I wish she hadn’t done that, because I kissed her. And she kissed back. We made out right there in my old childhood bed, I kept rubbing her bare skin, running my right hand up to her cute perky tits and squeezing while the other hand danced at the hem of her jogging shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties or a bra.

She pressed hard against my cock, and cooed a little.

“Fuck,” I said at last, still rubbing myself all over her fit body. “Remember the games we played when we were younger, Kimmy?”

“Mhmm.” She said in a devilish tone. This really turned me on, I couldn’t say why. I just imagined my little sister fucking all the cock she could get her hands on. She was my little slut at that point.

“I want you to suck my dick.” I demanded suddenly.

Before the words even left my lips, she was already sliding down to my pants, unfastening them as she went. She unzipped them, and reached inside the fly to grab my already throbbing cock with her tiny hand.

She pulled it out, and it stood erect in the humid, stuffy air of my bedroom. She looked at it in awe, then looked to me.

“It’s big.” She noticed. I could feel her hot breath on my cock, and I jerked a little in anticipation.

“Go on.” I said in my most loving brotherly voice.

She licked the length of my rigid cock, all the way to the tip, and then sucked gently on the head, keeping her eyes on me the entire time. I writhed in appreciation. I had my share of sex, being in a band, but, my little sister gave the best head ever.

She popped my dick out of her mouth, and looked up at me, slowly running her fingers up and down the shaft.

“Do you love me?” She asked softly.

“Yes, very much.”

“I love you too, Richard.” She eagerly stroked the length of my dick with her slender fingers while sucking tenderly on the head. The spit ran from the corners of her lips and made great lubrication for the constant motion with her hand.

She would sometimes stop sucking the head, and trail her tongue up and down my cock, staring at me in the eyes the entire time. She looked absolutely amazing doing this.

“I’m gon-gonna cum, Kimmy.” I said finally. This didn’t stop anything, in fact, it made her more eager. She ran her hand up and down faster and faster as I reached my climax. Her other hand gently cradled my balls and her tongue swirled furiously around the head of my dick.

I shot my entire load into her mouth, and she sucked up whatever else didn’t come out. She swallowed it all, and scurried up into the safety of my arms. She looked up at me lovingly, and ran her fingers along my chest.

I looked down at her, my cock cooling in the now sex scented room. I looked into her eyes, and, I had a thought—no an epiphany. At that moment I realized I was never gonna give her up. Never gonna let her down. Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.

And that’s how I wrote my classic hit.

Goodnight /b/.

This has been Rick Astley. And I Rick Roll’d you faggot motherfuckers.

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