At home, Nate’s sister was spending her Friday night like almost every other single girl across the country: masturbating.
Unlike her brother, Daria wasn’t a virgin but that was really the problem for her right now because she knew what she was missing. She didn’t need to scroll up pics of slick slotted boys on her phone or read corny old romance stories about pirate captains ravaging the tender holes of captured boys because she had memories that were far better.
Sweet memories…. convincing a few dates that she’d still respect them if they went down on her on the second date…. Prom Night with Bobby Marcus….
“Mmmm…..” Daria moaned to herself as she massaged the tender wet bulb of her glans through her thin foreskin and remembered how Bobby hadn’t wanted to go as far as they’d ended up going - or rather how far she’d ended up taking him. Typical boy, he’d offered up oral to try to save his virginity only for her to end up bloodying the bedsheets with his innocence because the oral had taken the edge off and cleared her head. The poor thing had squealed so sexily when she’d gripped his hips and-
“Daria! What have I told you about this?!” her mother’s voice broke through her fantasy world and made her sit straight up in shock as she saw her standing there in her bedroom doorway.
“Mom! Get out! Like you don’t ever do this!” Daria shouted as she covered her wilting hard-on with one hand.
“With the door open?!” her mom asked,”What if your brother saw?”
Daria shrugged and asked,”What if?! Not like it would be the first the little perv has seen. Might even be good for him.”
Mom crossed her arms and sternly said,”Dar, he doesn’t need any ideas and I don’t need him getting any. Teen boys are difficult enough.”
“He’s the one you should be talking to. Have you smelled his room?” Daria grumbled.
“I do his laundry.” was all Mom needed to say.
“Well then what are you yelling at me for?”
“Because I had a brother too and I know how it can be.” she replied bluntly.
“W-what….? What was it like?”