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  Hi Geek!" Maryanne's voice came through the speakerphone, using the nickname that she had affectionately called me for years. "I'm having trouble e-mailing a video file." "That's because of the blonde filter on your computer," I teased, using a running joke between me and my older sister. "Blondes have more fun and geeks don't have a social life," she said, which was her standard reply to any blonde joke. I don't mind the nickname. After all, I was a serious computer gamer and, yeah, I guess, I was a geek. "The only reason blondes have more fun is because they are more easily amused," I answered. "I'd rather be a geek." Actually, I'd rather be a jock, but that's never going to happen. "Yeah, but geeks don't get laid," she teased with unintended accuracy, and I changed the subject. "What do you need to e-mail?" I asked. "How come it says the file is too large?" she ...

  Thanks to Ender27 who first came up with the idea in my Christmas stories idea thread. Also,   Gift Box by Hypoxia  also uses the same plot suggestion, which was released a couple weeks before my original version of this story came out, although you will see the stories are a lot different (yet also have some similarities as we both used a few of Ender27's ideas). Note 5:  Although there is a brief accidental incest interlude, this is mostly a group sex story. Accidental Gangbang It seemed like a good idea at the time... which is what I told my fiancé four hours later. The wedding was in two weeks, on December 30th (a strange date I agree, but with lots of family coming from great distances, it was the best choice...plus leaving all the snow behind for Hawaii was a great honeymoon choice). I had no doubt become bridezilla with all the problems and complications thrown at me the past month. I won't get into the details, but that old Murphy adage 'anything that can g...

  Mary had a problem: her 19-year-old son, Michael, would not stop masturbating. Mary had never had this problem with Michael's three sisters. They weren't jamming their hands down their pants every free minute they got. Mary, herself, had certainly never done such things. She was sure that her John had not, as well, when he was alive. How else had he gotten her with child in such quick succession? A family of four children in four years was the sign of a truly moral man. Mary found out about Michael's habit in the usual way. She went into his bedroom to pick up the laundry and there he was, jamming on himself like a deranged animal. It was horrible, and she told him to stop immediately. Mary was angry at her son, of course, but most of all she was scared. She knew what Michael was doing was a terrible sin. But Michael kept masturbating despite the impending doom it implied. He did his best to hide his activities. But once Mary knew the signs - the closed door, the loud mus...