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(NOTE 3: This prompt contains mom/son and/or brother/sister incest. I apologize if this is a limit for you!)

Monday, November 1, 2021 – 8:38 a.m.

“What’s with you this morning?” my sister Emma asked from her seat at the kitchen table as I stepped into the room.

Without breaking stride, I made my way to the refrigerator, opened the door and grabbed a bottle of water. “What do you mean?” I finally asked her, turning to face her after shutting the door.

“You look like you’re on a mission or something,” she replied, her eyes still focused on me.

“No, not really. It’s Monday—time to get the week off on the right foot,” I said with a smile before twisting off the cap and taking a swig.

Emma rolled her eyes. “You’re never like this on a Monday. So c’mon, tell me—what’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re so full of shit.”

“I mean it! It’s nothing!”

Emma glared at me from her seat. My sister may have been a couple years younger than me, but she was able to tell when people were hiding something from her. She had a remarkable talent of getting people to let her in on their secrets, me included.

So instead of keeping my mouth shut, I decided to tell her what I was trying to do—or not do, rather.

“Well, if you must know, today’s November 1st, so I am participating in No Nut November,” I proclaimed proudly, as if I was announcing I was going to run for office or something.

Emma laughed. “For real?”

I nodded.

Her Jennifer Lawrence impression was spot-on, as she gave me a sarcastic thumbs-up. “OK. Good luck with that.”

“You don’t think I can do it?”

“Knowing you? I know you can’t do it,” Emma retorted. “I’d bet everything I have that you can’t do it.”

“That wouldn’t get me a whole lot,” I quipped back with a smirk.

Emma balled up her napkin and threw it at me, which badly missed. “Whatever.” She stood up from the kitchen table. “I gotta get going to class.”

Before she left though, she went to pick up her discarded napkin, which was laying on the kitchen floor. She bent over at the waist to pick it up right in front of me, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her yoga pants clung to her ass. As she stood up straight, she turned and may have caught me looking, which brought a smile to her face.

“See you later,” she said before leaving.

Monday, November 1, 2021 – 5:42 p.m.

“So did you know Matt’s doing No Nut November this year?” Emma asked our mother out of the blue as the three of us sat at the kitchen table eating dinner.

My face turned as red as the ketchup I had poured on my plate to dunk my fries in.

“What the—”

“What’s No Nut November?” Mom asked, first looking at Emma, then to me.

“Nothing,” I said shortly while staring daggers across the table at my sister. If Mom wasn’t at the table and if I wasn’t scared of Dad killing me for laying a finger on Emma, I would’ve leapt across the table and strangled her.

“Emma, what is it?” my mom asked, the curiosity building in her voice as she turned back to face her daughter.

“It’s when you don’t orgasm for the whole month of November. Some dumb Internet challenge thing,” Emma stated, looking at me the entire time.

I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole.

“Well, I don’t see what the big deal is about that,” Mom replied, seemingly shrugging it off. She turned back to me. “It’s not like you have a girlfriend, and you both know my thoughts on watching porn, so maybe that’ll be a good thing for you.”

I turned to face Emma and quickly flipped her the bird.

“Now I was just sitting here telling you how proud I’d be of you, and then you go on and flip off your sister,” Mom told me, unsuccessfully fighting off a laugh while shaking her head. “You two are too much sometimes.”

Monday, November 1, 2021 – 9:33 p.m.

I was up in my room, the door slightly open as I did some work on a paper for one of my classes that was due at the end of the week. With no thoughts of sex or hot women occupying my mind, I was feeling great—my paper was coming along extremely well. My arguments were strong yet concise; my sources were solid and verifiable. I was in the middle of making another great point when I heard a tap-tap-tap at the door.

Spinning around in my desk chair, I saw my mother peeking her head in.

“Sorry, I know you’re busy. I made some brownies, so I thought you’d like some.”

With that, she walked in carrying a plate with a couple brownies on it and a glass of milk. What’s more, she was wearing a nightgown that I had never seen before. It was silky and dark green. It was also on the shorter side, with the hem at mid-thigh, and it was fairly low-cut, giving me a view of Mom’s cleavage as she set the plate and glass down on my desk.

“Don’t worry about what your sister said earlier,” Mom told me in a volume a little higher than a whisper. “I’m proud of you for trying, and I hope you succeed,” she added while giving me a gentle squeeze on my arm.

“I’m going to bed, so please clean up when you’re done and put everything in the dishwasher. Good night. Love you,” she said, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek before turning and leaving my room to call it a night.

A break seemed nice, so I decided to pause my paper and enjoy the brownies and milk. When I was done, I took my dishes downstairs to the kitchen to clean up. I returned a short time later to get back to my paper, only to notice that I had received a text.

In fact, upon checking my phone, it was not a text, but rather a picture—from my sister.

She had her hair done in pigtails, and she wore a white dress shirt, unbuttoned and tied at the bottom to show off her cleavage in a black bra and her flat stomach. Her plaid skirt was one of the shortest I’ve ever seen, showing off her legs. Instead of long white socks, she opted for just a pair of black stilettos, completing the sexy schoolgirl look.

Before I could send a response, she sent a follow-up text:

OMG I’m sooo sorry. I meant to send that to Maddie. She wanted pics from the Halloween party Saturday. Forget you saw that lol

Easier said than done.

I moved my hand to my crotch and touched myself for only a second before pulling away. I didn’t want to blow my goal on the first damn night.

But seriously—how many more days were left in November?

Good afternoon!

I’m looking for a female partner to help me write this story of a college-aged guy who’s embarking on a No Nut November challenge, only to have his resolve tested by his younger sister and his mother!

Who you play is up to you – would you rather be Emma (whose name could be changed if you’d like), whose seductive ways drive Matt crazy? Or would you rather be Mom, whose approach is less forward than her daughter’s? Perhaps you’d like to play both, which could lead to even more twisted ideas!

If you’re interested, please PM me with who you’d like to play and your kinks and limits. I don’t have a specific look in mind for Emma or Mom, but if you do, please let me know! (If you use picture references, I ask that you please not use ordinary people; I feel much more comfortable with celebrities or pornstars.)

Finally, please do not jump into the story right away. I would prefer to discuss characters, the story, etc. and allow us to get a feel for each other before beginning!

Thanks for stopping by, and I look forward to writing with you soon!