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My mom slept right through the orgy in Aunty Mame’s family room, just a few feet from her poolside lounge chair. If she had lifted her head, she could have seen her sister fucking her husband and son while simultaneously sucking the cunt of a very beautiful young girl. Mary was a real find.

“Tell me, Mary,” Dad asked when we had fucked ourselves into an exhausted ball of flesh. There were cunts, pricks, assholes and tits sticking out everywhere. If the aliens had landed and asked for our leader, they would have expected another being with eight legs, I’m sure.

“Was that bit about calling me Daddy just a part of the game or do you really fuck your daddy?”

“No, but I want to. He is so hot! When Mom is out, I peek at him in the shower. Mom must not give him enough pussy because he is always jacking off when I watch. I sneak into the bathroom and rub my cunt while he’s stroking it and try to cum at the same time he does.”

“Maybe he knows you’re there and is fucking his fist just for you,” Mame offered.

“Ooooh! You think so? Oh, that would be so hot! But he never acts like he wants to fuck me,” she added as an afterthought.

“He can’t afford to, Honey,” Mame explained. “If your mom caught him fucking you, there would be hell to pay. Do you really want to fuck him? If you do, bring him over here. I’m sure we can get in his pants if we work at it.”

“You could get into a statue’s pants, you hot slut!,” Dad yelled as he slammed his raw dick up her ass again. He just thought he was fucked out. Mary talking calmly about fucking her father was enough to get him hard again for the umpteenth time that night.

“You girls have really made my day!,” he told them when his cum gun had fired its load again. “You’ve squeezed more cum out of my balls in one night than I get out of them in a normal month. I had no idea I was still able to cum like that.”

“So glad to be of assistance, Sir,” grinned Mary as she wiped his cum off her chin. “Now do you mind if we fuck your wife?”

“If you can get her to fuck, you’re a better man than I, little girl. I’ve been trying to loosen her up for twenty years. You saw how uptight she was tonight, and that was as far as I’ve ever seen her go. How did you get her into that suit, Mame?”

Mame, Mary and I exchanged glances. Should we tell him he had missed the best part by not seeing it when the water made it total see-through? We all decided not to and went out to check on Mom.

She was sprawled across the lounge chair, snoring loudly. One of her tits was hanging completely out of the neck of the suit. Mame stuffed it back in after we all admired it and helped her to her feet. “Come on inside, Sis. We’ll get you dressed. It’s time to go home.”

“Huh? What?” Mom was obviously still woozy. Dad picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom where she had undressed. As Mary and I watched, he and Mame stripped my mom and got her into one of Mame’s night shirts. It felt really funny to have my dad let me watch my mother naked. I think it turned him on a little. The members of our little orgy club were all still naked and his dick was noticeably rising again, although he had cum many times tonight.

Just to test my theory, I moved up between my mother’s naked thighs and rubbed my stiff cock against her bare pussy lips while watching Dad for his reaction. His dick perked up another notch, so I gently pushed in a little.

We must have all had the same idea because no words were said. Mom was lying buckass naked on her back while we all stood around admiring her. My dick was lodged in the entrance to her cunt and she was still snoring loudly. Aunt Mame and Mary crawled onto the bed on either side of Mom and rolled their naked bodies against hers. Each one lightly began sucking a nipple as my dad stroked his once more rigid cock. All of them watched as my prick slowly disappeared into the deep recesses of my mother’s cunt.

When I was fully lodged to the balls in the tightest cunt I had ever imagined, my dad moved up so Aunt Mame could suck karabük escort his cock while he watched his son become a motherfucker.

Obviously, we did not want Mom to wake up during this violation of her body, so we all moved very slowly and quietly. I took long slow strokes that brought the head of my prick almost completely out of my mother’s cunt and all the way back in to my balls.

I had gotten my rocks so many times tonight, I was totally unprepared when I felt the blast coming. Not knowing exactly what I should do, I pulled out of Mom’s cunt just as the first gob flew through the air and landed on her lips.

“Oh shit!,” I thought. “She’s going to wake up now and we’re all in trouble. I stuck my prick back in her snatch to prevent further mess–at least outside her body. It felt like I shot a gallon of white stuff in her.

However, she just smiled in her sleep, licked her lips and murmured something before rolling onto her side. Dad and Mom had been planning to go home since they only lived a few blocks away, but Aunt Mame suggested to Dad that they just cover her up and let her sleep. Tomorrow was Sunday and nobody had to get up early. Just let her sleep in.

Everybody agreed and we all crashed in a tangle of flesh on Mame’s bed

Mom was the first one up, which was almost our undoing. It took her a few minutes to figure out where she was when she first struggled up out of sleep. The room was completely unfamiliar to her and she never slept in the nude. Then it slowly started coming back to her as she noticed her clothes where she had left them before trying on the swimsuits that were still scattered around the room.

“Why was she still at Mame’s,” she wondered as she staggered into the bathroom and sat on the commode. Her private parts felt so squishy, even more than usual after she let Jim have his way with her, but she was sure she hadn’t had sex last night. On the other hand, there was that fantastic dream she had of being so loved by an entire group of people who had done so many wonderful things to her body, and there was the young man with the huge member who had given her such pleasure. She smiled to herself as she remembered how it made her feel.

“Was it wrong to feel this way? Should she be ashamed for having such an explicit dream?” She wasn’t sure. When she reached between her legs to wipe herself, she couldn’t help noticing that there was a lot of sticky white stuff soaking the paper. “Did I make this?” She remembered the feeling of experiencing an orgasm in her dream and blushed a deep red. She had experienced only one orgasm in her life and it was under circumstances she refused to think about. She had no idea if she had made this stuff or how it might have otherwise gotten inside her.

She gingerly sniffed it. It smelled a lot like the smell after Jim was finished with her. She made him use a condom to catch the vile stuff, but she could still smell it and felt dirty every time until the smell dissipated. For some reason, the smell of this stuff was pleasing to her.

There were simply too many unanswered questions. She flushed the toilet and got under the shower to clear her head and wash the rest of the sticky stuff away.

Luckily, the sound of the flushing toilet brought me out of my deep sleep. I was exhausted from all the nonstop gang fucking, but the beer wanted out. It had to be my mom in the shower, because the others were all still sprawled across Aunt Mame’s bed in a naked pile.

I thought my piss would never stop and I knew I had to get back to the bedroom and warn the others before Mom finished her shower. She was notorious around our house for her short showers. It was if she was afraid the Devil would catch her naked and stick his pointy tail between her thighs if she stayed in the shower a second longer than absolutely necessary. She also wouldn’t acknowledge the fact that there was this powerful urge to rub that thing down there that grew stronger the longer she stayed in the shower, especially osmaniye escort if the water was hot, so she normally took cool showers.

For some reason, Mom was staying in the shower a lot longer today. I had plenty time to wake the others and give everybody time to get dressed. After all this time, I could still hear the water running in her bathroom. I was beginning to worry a little. Dad was in the back yard, straightening up, so I cracked the door of the bathroom to make sure Mom was ok.

The room was full of steam! I heard moaning! Then I really started to worry. What if she had passed out or slipped in the shower or something and knocked herself out and the water was running full hot and she was being boiled alive and ….? I ran to the shower and threw the door open. My mother’s startled face peered out at me through the steam, but her fingers never stopped running through her soapy cunt lips.

“Why Jefferey, dear. This is so unlike you. Why are you coming into my shower?”

She was speaking in a dreamy sort of voice as if she had lost it, somehow, and sort of zoned out.

“Are you dirty, too? Mommy is so dirty. She was trying to take a bath and the mean old Devil caught her staying in the hot water too long and put his nasty old tail between her legs. It made her itch so bad, she can’t scratch it enough to make it stop itching. Are you itching, too?”

Oops! Mom must have lost it completely. What had we done? Had we pushed her so hard she couldn’t cope with it? Oh shit! I never meant to hurt my mom, I was just looking for a way to get my nuts off. Please, please, please don’t let her be fucked up. I didn’t know what the hell to do. I may be legally an adult, but I’m still just a fucking kid with a big dick. I didn’t know if I should run get Dad or try to keep her calm or what the fuck.

Meanwhile, life did not wait for my decision and simply went on without me. Mom pulled me into the shower with her and began to soap my dick. “Don’t worry Jefferey, Mommy will get it clean for you. Be a good boy and scratch that place for me while I wash you, will you?”

By this, I assumed she wanted me to play with her cunt, so I did. While she lovingly stroked my rigid dick with the hot soapy washcloth, I tickled her clit and stuck a finger in her twat. Apparently this is what she wanted, so I stuck a finger up her ass, also.

“Oh, yesss, dear. That’s exactly where Mommy was itching. It feels so good when you scratch it. Keep scratching. I’ll have you clean in a minute.”

I guess what she meant by “clean” was that she would make me blow my nuts soon. She got that part right. The first load went right past her ear, but then she opened her mouth and pointed the next load right down her throat.

She never said a word when I was finished, just turned her back and bent over the built-in shower seat. Her hand guided my still turgid cock between her fat cunt lips that swallowed my entire length in one push back of her fantastic ass.

I was somewhere between heaven and hell. On the one hand, I was a horny kid getting his rocks off in one of the most erotic possible ways. On the other, as far as I knew, every stroke was pushing my mother further toward madness. What should I do? I didn’t want to hurt her for any reason.

Once more, life failed to wait for me.

Mom began humming. Louder and louder. Then music seemed to start welling out of her every pore as she slammed back on my swollen prick, again and again. She hit high C and just held onto it as tremors swept over her body. The others heard her sing and came running into the bathroom. She held onto the note so long and so loud I was afraid that glass would start breaking soon. My prick felt like it might break. Mom’s cunt was clenching me almost painfully as she came in continuous waves.

Aunty Mame, Dad and Mary were all standing around the shower with their jaws open, wondering what the fuck was going on. I put my fingers to my lips to tell them to keep quiet and pantomimed marmaris escort that I thought Mom might have gone bananas on us. Meanwhile, she was tralaaing away at the top of her lungs and slamming back and forth on my root.

The others held a powwow and decided that there was nothing they could do to help and it might make things worse if she realized she had an audience, so they left. I noticed Dad had an ass cheek in each hand as they walked out of the bathroom.

I don’t know about you, but I love to fuck. However, this had been going on for a long time and I began to wonder when it would stop. Mom’s cunt muscles had been gripping me as her orgasms shook her body for what seemed like forever. Ordinarily, it would have been great, but there was that constant worry that I was harming her in some way. A few times, I tried to pull my dick out of her, but she wouldn’t let me. The hot water had run out completely some time ago and we were both freezing.

Finally, I made a decision, or took some action, at least. I turned off the water and picked up her wet body in my arms. She whimpered when my dick fell out of her cunt. I reached for a towel to dry us both off with. “Shhhh,” I whispered to her. “It’s ok, it’s ok. Everything’s going to be fine.” I talked her down like she was a horse that had spooked. As I talked to her in soothing tones, I led her over to the bed to tuck her in.

I guess she wasn’t ready to go back to sleep. She grabbed my arm and pulled me under the bedclothes with her. She spooned back against me and reached between my legs for my prick. As soon as she had it firmly lodged in the far reaches of her cunt, she began to hum again.

This time it wasn’t a frantic hum, only the sound someone makes when they are meditating. It was more like “Ommmmmm, ommmmmm.” It seemed to resonate with our forbidden coupling. “Ommmmmm.” I could feel it in my balls. “Ommmmmm.” It made my dick vibrate like a bell. “Ommmmmm.” I could feel another bolt of lightning in my tailbone. “Ommmmmm.” The hot cum gathered force in my balls. I could almost feel it coursing through the multiple pathways through my body, seeking the way out.

“Ommmmmm!,” I shouted with her as my sperm flew out of my body in a race to the bottom of my mother’s cunt.

“Ommmmmm!,” she shouted as she hit high C again. She was still saying “ommmmmm,” but it was no longer the low pitched hum normally used. This “ommmmmm” seemed to rasp against every nerve in my body. It woke up my entire body in ways that I never imagined were possible. My body was tingling all over as if a bolt of lightning was about to strike.

“Oh shit!,” I thought. “Maybe it is. Maybe this is where I get punished for my wicked thoughts.” But no bolt came out of the sky to punish me for fucking my mother and she eventually ran out of steam and drifted off into a deep sleep with a smile on her face. My dick was still lodged deep within her and every time I tried to pull out, she would whimper in her sleep and push her ass back against me again.

Hours later, we awoke in each other’s arms. Her eyes were clear and she seemed to be rational. “Uh oh,” I thought. “Here it comes. Here is where the shit hits the fan. She was still out of it before and didn’t really know what she was doing, but now it looks like she does and I’m still balls deep in her cunt. What the fuck should I do?”

You guessed it. Life answered before I did. My mother reached down to tickle my balls and rammed her ass back on my prick until she got me off one more time, then she got out of bed with rivulets of my cum running down her thighs and headed for the bathroom again.

“Thanks, Jefferey. I needed that,” she flung over her shoulder as she went through the doorway, apparently completely with it and all right with it.

I was in the kitchen explaining things to the others when Mom walked in completely naked and laid back on the table. “Mame, I’ve wanted to let you suck my pussy ever since that one time you did it when we were kids, but I felt so guilty about it all that I never even let my poor husband make me cum. Honey, it will make me very happy if you will fuck the shit out of that sweet young thing over there while my sister eats me out. Maybe Jefferey can get it up one more time so I can suck his cock while Mame does me. Well, come on everybody! Don’t just stand there! Start fucking! I’m way behind and plan to catch up in a hurry!”

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Warning: This is the fourth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a “Quick Read”, but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure.

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When we got out into the mall, Patty steered me toward one of the upscale department stores at the very end of the mall; one of the well known anchor stores. Making our way through the store, we stopped once or twice to look at some dresses and skirts she liked. I saw some thin, gauze-like shirts which would be perfect for Patty to show off her little breast treasures. They had one style that had a low cut neck, but the one I really liked was very form fitting and would almost cling to her body, making her breasts very easy to see and admire by anyone that chose to look. I made a mental note to come back and pick one up for her. She saw the gleam in my eye while I looked at them and I think she was impressed I was thinking of her.

When we passed the Juniors section, there was a rack of tartan skirts on display, some of them red and white, and some of them were blue and white, and they reminded me of school girl or private school uniform skirts. Pulling her over to the rack, I held one up and said “Imagine this about eight inches shorter.”

“You Naughty Boy!” She said, turning to slap my arm. “That would be totally indecent to wear.”

With a grin on my face, I replied, “You mean deliciously indecent?”

I made another mental note to pick up one or two of these, too. “We’re here to buy panties, remember?” She scolded. Then, taking my hand in hers, she made a bee line directly to the lingerie department.

Their lingerie department was nothing short of huge, and it was filled with all kinds of soft, stretchy, lacy and very sexy items. As we entered, the very first thing we came upon was a display of the sheerest bra and panty sets I’ve ever seen. They were almost transparent. You could even see the nipples of the mannequins showing through. I thought about how Patty’s little breasts would look showing through a bra like that and the image in my head was tantalizing.

I stopped in front of the display and looked at Patty. “I like that bra.” I said. “I bet your nipples would look extra suckable through one of those.”

“Paul,” she replied, “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t wear bras. I think I might have maybe two at home, but, I almost never wear one.”

“But,” I answered, “those are so charming. You can see right through them…. I mean, they’re sexy and would look so good with those see through panties, and maybe one of those shirts we saw back there….. and one of those school girl skirts.”

“I see where this is going.” She replied. “Okay,” she said, with a smirk on her face, “if you insist, but, for every bra I get, you have to get one, too.”

Now, that stopped me cold. Even though I’ve worn my share of panties, the only time I’ve ever worn a bra was at the hands of my mother the days she dressed me up as my sister, Sissy. I hadn’t told Patty that part of my story yet, but I knew if she wanted to hear the whole account of my Mom and me, it would probably come out. I didn’t know if Patty’s comment was a test, or if Patty had something else in mind.

Now, just as an aside, I know the implications when a man wears a bra. Panties are one thing, but a bra is a completely different matter. A man might wear panties as a substitute for his regular underwear for many reasons: opportunity, comfort, desire, curiosity, fantasy, excitement, punishment, tradition, or even by request. A man who wears panties can normally protect his secret because his trousers cover them and he can indulge himself without anyone knowing. Basically, a man can wear panties as much as he likes with no impact what so ever to his masculinity. There are historic accounts from ages past to support the fact that a percentage of men definitely wear female underpants. That is a known fact which is indisputable.

A bra on the other hand, is a strictly feminine garment. When a man wears a bra, he is subjugating his masculinity in favor of femininity. What I mean is; a man doesn’t put on a bra simply by ‘mistake’, or without considering the implications. A bra is made for breasts, which are (in most cases) exclusive to the female. So when a man wears a bra, what he’s saying is that he’s potentially willing to set aside his masculinity temporarily, or in some cases, permanently. One of the first things an experienced dominant female will do to a male submissive is put him in a bra. That makes fethiye escort the male incredibly docile and open to suggestion. The second thing they do is make sure a third party actually sees the man wearing the bra. Once that happens, the man’s masculinity has been neutered. True, when the man sheds the bra, his masculinity can return, but, as long as the bra remains on, that submissive male can be trained to think, act and react in ways which are not influenced by his masculinity — and he’ll do so quite willingly.

And, all of that is exactly what was going through my mind just after Patty said “for every bra I get, you have to get one, too.” It’s a lot to comprehend and process at one time and I must have spaced out while trying to sort through everything after she said it.

“Paul?” Patty said, breaking me out of my trance. “Have you worn a bra before?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I answered reluctantly but truthfully, “when my Mom dressed me up.”

“Oh, now I’m REALLY going to have to hear the rest of that story!” Patty whispered to me.

“Later.” I replied. “I told you, it’s a long, long story.”

“Well, let’s see,” Patty mused, “I guess I’m looking for a 32A. Or, actually a 32AA would be better if I can find one, but these stores don’t usually carry bras that small.”

Looking through the bras to find her size, she turned to me and asked, “What size for you?”

Luckily, there wasn’t anyone around us – I looked to make sure. A woman and her daughter were a few racks away, but I don’t think they heard her ask me what size bra I would wear. I cringed at the thought of some woman overhearing Patty and I discussing my bra size.

“38.” I said softly.

I watched as Patty sorted through the rack, pushing bras back and forth and digging into the back to find matching bras in our sizes. Finally, she found two bras, 32A and 38A, and two panties, an extra small for her and a medium for me. She picked white, but there was yellow and pink, too. I breathed a sign of relief when she didn’t pick the pink.

We looked through every table, rack and display of that lingerie department together, and for each pair of panties we got for her, she picked out a matching pair for me, in my size. By the time we were done, we probably had a total of forty pairs of panties for the two of us. She’d picked out a rainbow of colors for us, including many different shades of pink.

She’d seen me flinch the first time she reached for pink, and I saw a little grin creep up on the corners of her mouth when she saw my reaction. “Listen,” Patty whispered, “girls wear pink. I’m a girl. I like pink. It’s not going to kill you.”

Then she added, “Look at it this way…. you’ll be so much better in tune with your feminine side wearing pink.” After that, I think she made a deliberate decision to choose pink panties when she able to find matching styles and the right sizes.

“It’ll be fine,” Patty assured me, patting my chest lightly, “no one’s going to see them besides me, anyway. Except maybe your Mom,” Patty added as she smiled up to me, “and that would be perfectly fine with me.”

If I didn’t already figure out Patty was very interested in my Mom and I, I think I knew for sure now. She’d said she wanted to hear the rest of my story, and wanted to know the details of what we did, and now she was telling me she’d be okay with my Mom seeing me in my pink panties. I stopped for a second to consider how she was going to react when I told her the whole story about my Mom.

As we walked to the cashier counter, the lady behind the counter looked up to greet us. Laying the merchandise out on the counter, the saleslady began to sort through the bundle of softies and looked at Patty.

“Some of these are different sizes, Miss.” She said. “The bras, and the panties, both.”

Patty turned to me, and just as casually as you can image asked, “38A and Mediums for you, isn’t that right, Paul?”

I wanted to crawl into a hole right then. She even called me by name. But, Patty reached down to grasp my hand and she squeezed it as she asked. I could feel my face turn red and the saleslady, seeing my obvious mortification, immediately turned her attention back to the pile of lingerie on the counter in front of her.

“I’m sorry,” the saleslady said softly as she looked up at me, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“It’s okay,” Patty replied, leaning over to whisper to her, “I guess you don’t get many male customers in here buying women’s panties and bras for themselves.”

Patty was laying it on pretty thick. She didn’t even lower her voice and I saw a woman customer snicker when she obviously overheard what Patty said. She held my hand tightly , too — keeping me right next to her so I wouldn’t try to sneak away.

“Honestly,” the saleslady answered quite softly, “we do get couples from time to time….. uh, like you, buying different sizes. And we get some men shopping alanya escort for their wives and girlfriends….. they say.” The woman busied herself with the tags and laying everything out so she could ring them up.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” the woman continued, leaning over and speaking softly to Patty, “if I was a man, I’d prefer to wear these, too.”

“See?” Patty said, turning to look at me, and clutching my hand even tighter. Then, turning back to the saleslady, Patty asked, “If Paul wanted to shop by himself sometime for his own panties, could he come here and ask for you?”

“Oh, please!” I prayed silently in desperation. “Let’s just get the hell out of here.”

“Of course.” The saleslady replied, and picking up her business card from the counter, she handed it directly to me and told me I could stop by anytime and she’d be honored to help me.

I stood there, red faced and about to start to sweat as she finished ringing up our purchase and putting our combined lingerie in the bags. While we stood there, Patty snuggled up to me and covertly reached down to press her hand against my crotch. I didn’t realize how hard I was, but, feeling the steel rod in my pants, Patty looked up at me with a knowing smile. Between the embarrassment, the humiliation and the excitement, my cock was throbbing inside the ruffled bridal panties I was wearing. And I could tell Patty’s was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort.

When the saleslady finished our purchase, Patty said “Thank You” and we walked away, hand in hand.

“Damn!” I whispered to her, when we turned out of the lingerie department. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.”

“Oh, and you’re acting like you didn’t enjoy all that?” Patty replied as we walked. “Your cock sure seemed to enjoy it. Besides,” she went on, “that woman doesn’t know you – and now you’ll be able to come in here alone and buy things for the both of us.”

“Well, I do try to keep my panty wearing a secret, Patty.” I said. “Hardly no one knows and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Really?” Patty replied. “No one knows? Let’s see….. well, your Mom knows, and your sister probably knows, and some of your ex-girlfriends know…. and I know, and that woman knows. And, you’re still alive and no one has put out a ‘Wanted’ poster for you, have they? I guess maybe it’s not such a horrible thing if someone knows, huh?”

“Well, Miss Smarty Pants,” I broke in, “my secretary doesn’t know, and the people that work for me don’t know, and your father surely doesn’t know.”

“I don’t know about your secretary or the people at your work,” Patty answered, “but, I guarantee Daddy wouldn’t care. You know, Paul,” she added, “personally, I love the idea of my guy wearing panties. If it was up to me, I’d want you to wear them all the time.”

“Somehow, I’m finding that hard to believe.” I replied.

“Well, just to prove I’m telling the truth, would you let me come over to your house first thing tomorrow morning and throw out all the male stuff in your underwear drawer and replace it with all the cute things we’re buying today?” Patty asked.

Memories of my Mom putting my sister’s lingerie in my drawer at home flooded my brain, and I was impressed with Patty’s keen sense of understanding and awareness. I started to visualize Patty doing that, just as my mother did years ago. The vision was potent and I couldn’t deny the fact that I liked it the idea.

We playfully taunted each other back and forth as to what she might put in my drawers for me, and how she would arrange it all — by style or by color. As we walked, I asked her if she was serious about wanting to come over tomorrow morning to throw all my underwear out.

“Hell, yes!” She answered. “Every damn bit of it. Every boxer and brief you have would go straight in the trash. Well, maybe you can keep one pair for when you go to the doctor.”

” Oh!” Patty added, “And you can keep anything special you got from your Mom. One thing, though,” she said with a serious tone in her voice, “when you get home tonight, you better get rid of anything you ever got from any other girl before I get there, because I’ll be pissed as hell if I ever find any of that stuff.”

“Okay,” I replied, “that works for me.”

Before long, we came to another store that sold lingerie. She looked at me and said “Are we going in, or should we call it a day?”

“Damn straight we’re going in!” I said, strongly.

Patty informed me she was keeping her mouth shut this time and I was doing all the talking. Then, before I could protest, she pulled me in and took me right to the lingerie section. Before long, a salesgirl — probably about Patty’s age, came up and asked if she could help us.

“Yes.” I answered quickly, trying to show Patty I could handle this smoothly. “We’re looking for underwear…. something comfortable, but still… you know… sexy.”

“Okay,” the girl manavgat escort replied, “what size are you?” She asked, looking at Patty.

Patty didn’t say a thing. I spoke up right away, acting cool and confident, saying, “Extra Small for her and Medium for me.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Patty smile.

The girl didn’t seem to flinch at all. “Let me show you these first.” She said, pointing to a rack several feet away. Patty and I followed behind her until she stopped at a rack that had some very nice panties in many colors.

“You’ll like these,” she said to me, “they don’t have a lot of scratchy lace.” Then pointing out the style she added, “They have full coverage in the back, and a good waistband to keep them tight on you…. uh, around your front.”

Looking around quickly to make sure we weren’t too close to anyone else, the salesgirl leaned a bit closer to Patty and I and then said, “These are the ones I get for my boyfriend,” she added matter of factly, “it’s all he wears now. Except the pink ones. He still won’t wear anything pink. Yet.” She added, slightly amused.

Stunned at the salesgirl’s willingness to be so open with us, I looked at Patty to see her standing there with a smug look on her face. I picked up a pair of the panties and looked at them. The girl told me the fabric was the newest kind; it was made to ‘breathe’. She also pointed out the integrated crotch panel saying they were easy to care for and was sure I would find them comfortable, especially, as she put it, “because regular panties aren’t really cut for a guy,” and adding, “I’m sure you’ll find these much better than other panties you’ve tried. They’ll keep you, you know…. inside.”

Breaking her silence, Patty asked, “I’m just curious….. do you sell a lot of panties to men? I mean, for themselves?”

“I certainly try to.” The salesgirl answered. “Whenever I see a man with a woman, or male customer by himself, I always watch for the signs he might be shopping for himself. Believe me, some men are so relieved when the find out they don’t have to pretend anymore and they buy a lot!”

“That’s actually pretty interesting to hear.” Patty replied. Then she added, “Paul, I think we should get one of every color for both of us. If they are as great as she says, then we’ll know what kind to buy in the future.”

In all the previous times I’ve shopped for panties, I, too, always had to pretend they were for someone else. This was the first time I’d volunteered the fact that they were for me. In a way, I felt proud to be overcoming my anxiety. This girl didn’t look at me weird and she obviously knew her merchandise. For once, I was being completely honest and everything was going fine.

The girl helped us find the right size in each of the colors, even helping us decide on the style: bikini, hipster, tanga, boyshorts, etc. She warned that the bikini cut wasn’t necessarily the best style for a man, but added that her boyfriend had a few pairs of bikinis and she liked the way they looked on him. She took us over to another display which had some different bikini panties which she said fit her boyfriend much better because the elastic waist band was better. The way she said it, I got a vision of some guy wearing bikini panties with a hard-on trying to poke its head out. So, what she said made good sense to me.

We ended up spending forty five minutes with the salesgirl picking out panties and when we were done, we had two armfuls. Just when we thought we were done, the girl bent over and whispered for a few seconds into Patty’s ear. Patty looked at me and then whispered something back to her.

The salesgirl stepped next to me and said, “Let me show you something over here we just got in the first of last week.” We followed her around the next two aisles and came to an end cap display with some bras hanging up.

“We just started carrying these, and I don’t know if you’re interested in them but….. uh.” The salesgirl looked at Patty and in turn, Patty nodded her head to the girl. “Well, the salesgirl continued, “my boyfriend has always had a hang up about wearing a bra but I knew the thought of it really interests him….. you know…. a lot.. When I saw these, I bought one for him and he liked it so much I bought six more two days later, so, he has one for each day of the week. Kind of like those ‘Days-of-the-Week’ panties.”

I’d never seen bras like these. They looked like short, lightweight cut off tank tops. The material felt and looked exactly like the nylon nightgowns and Baby Dolls Mom and Sissy used to have long ago. There were no wires or clasps, and there were no cups. It was a little stretchy and looked like one piece of material that made up the whole thing. Even the thin lace piping on the shoulder straps looked like it would have perfectly matched Sissy’s Baby Dolls. Maybe these were tops to pajamas or something.

“My boyfriend has been wearing them under his shirt to work and you can’t even tell he’s got a bra on.” She said as I stared at the rack. After a minute, Patty moved over next to me and gently nudged me closer to the rack. “Would you like to try one on?” The girl asked very quietly.

I looked at Patty and she nodded her head up and down slightly. I felt my throat go dry and I nodded my head, too. “About what size?” The girl asked.

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I walked into my house from school. It was end of the school term and I had a week off. I am eighteen years old, 6 foot tall and weigh 200 pounds. I as enter my house I saw that both my parents were packing.

“Where are you two going?” I asked my mother.

“Oh hi Brad. Me and your dad have to go to Washington for the paper.” My parents were editors in a city paper and went on trips frequently

“So I will be me here alone?” Thinking that I can throw party and fuck some girl from school.

“Not quite, you will be going to stay at Uncle Henry’s. Don’t worry it will be only for a week.” Mom told me.

I wasn’t worried. I was excited. Uncle Henry and his wife moved to our city fours ago, before that I had never seen him or his wife before. Since I was fourteen I always wank thinking about his wife, Aunt Phyllis. Aunt Phyllis was in her mid-forties; she had long brunette hair and a pair of huge tits. I think there are 42EE cup. Whenever I am near, I just freeze looking at that extra-large bust. Recently she has caught me looking down her blouse but she just smiles at me. If we are ever alone she teases me by bending down right in front of me.

Monday morning came around quickly and my parents dropped me off at my Uncle’s.

“Don’t be a too much of pain to Phyllis and try to help her out. OK?”

“OK I won’t, Bye”

The door open and my uncle Henry showed me the guest room. I started to unpack, then she was there at the door. She was just wearing a robe holding a shampoo bottle.

“Hi Brad” She gave me little smile. “I will make breakfast for you after I have a shower.”

Then she accidentally dropped the bottle. She bent down to pick it up giving me great view of her ass. She stood up and noticed I was looking at her ass.

“Hope I gave you a good look.” She smiled at looking at my tent in my pants and blew me a kiss and walked off.

I quickly closed the door and started rubbing my dick.

After that I went down to watch some TV. Aunt Phyllis called me for breakfast. I walked in the kitchen and sat down at the table. My uncle was reading the paper and my aunt was reading some magazine wearing a baggy sweater and jogging bottoms. zonguldak escort I quickly ate my breakfast and returned to watching the telly. Uncle Henry told me that he going to worked now and will be back at 12. My aunt told me that she would be doing some cleaning.

An hour later I was still watch TV when it turn it self off. I looked behind and saw me aunt holding the remote and smiling.

“I think you watch too much TV.” She stood right in front of me. I just noticed what she was wearing. She had a tight white blouse which was nearly about to explode. I could see through her blouse and she was wearing a black bra. Below the blouse she had on a tight black skirt that didn’t even reached her knees.

“Your are naughty boy aren’t you. Looking at your aunt like that with so much lust.” I stared to get hard when she spoke and me mouth was wide open.

“It was a good thing that your mother sent you to me so I can punish you cause you such a naughty boy! Boys always try to push me but then will end up being punished” I was really getting turned on by the way she spoke to me. Now I was just staring at those ripe melons.

“What are you looking at? Oh, you looking at my busty breast aren’t you! Well don’t! OK? It is rude to stare. I will not want you to stare at my breast whenever they jiggle, bounce or if the nipples get hard. Do I make myself clear!?” Aunt Phyllis screamed.

“Yes, okay.” I replied cowardly.

“Good. Now aunty wants you to draw her a picture.” She sat down and gave me a pencil and some paper. I was really turned by her clothes and the way she talked to me as child. So I decided that see how far I could push her.

“So what have you drawn for aunty?” I gave her my picture and seen what she will do. “WHAT! This is supposed to be a picture of ME! My breasts are not that big. And I just told you off and you now do this. Your are a naughty boy and now you will be punished.”

Aunt Philia quickly grabbed me and put me over her knee. I knew where this was going and I was going to enjoy it.

“You are going to be spanked until your ass goes red. Stop squirming.” Philia rip my pants down leaving bursa escort my cock touching her knee. “Are ready for your punishment” With that question she started spanking me. It was the most hornyest thing a woman has done to me.

Each blow of her hand was making my cock harder. After five minutes of spanking I was starting to moan.

“The naughty bastard is turned on.” Now she began to slap harder making me moan even more. I grabbed my cock to start wanking it.

Suddenly Phyllis stopped spanking me pushed me on to the sofa and spread my legs.

“You did get really turned on, didn’t you?” She kneed in front of my cock. I lifted my cock and pushed it in her mouth.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” My aunt moaned. I started fucking her face. After a few minutes of fucking, my balls tightened, I knew that I was to cum soon. Then I blew all my cum in my aunts mouth. She swallowed every drip of it. She laid down on the floor for a few minutes and then told me:

“You got a bigger load then your uncle. I think you have learnt your punishment. If you are a good boy later on, I will give you present, it could be sucking my tits or a fuck. Now put your pants and go to your room, your uncle will be back soon and I got to get changed.”

Both of us ran upstairs quickly, but just before I went in my room she gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered that I better be a good boy after lunch.

My uncle arrived on 12 o’clock on the dot. Throughout lunch, my aunt was giving me sexy looks as my uncle rushed through his lunch. At half past, he left Aunt Phyllis and me alone again.

I was fantasying about want ways will I fuck her. While I was daydreaming my aunt stood in front of me. I got out of fantasy to see her standing in front of me in just matching bra and panties.

“I new you will enjoy this look.” She pointed at my growing erection. “I told you early that good boy get presents, so be a good boy and give your old aunt a neck massage.

She sat down on the couch facing away from me. I started rubbing her shoulders for a while. After a few minutes she began to moan with pleasure,, so to speed malatya escort this up I started to kissing her neck.

“Oh Brad that feels so great.” I moved my hands to here tits while still kissing her neck and cupped them. Then pulled my hands off and got up.

“That’s enough, you have shown me that you are a good boy. So come upstairs with me for your present.” I eagerly follow her to the bedroom.

We began kissing while we took off each other’s clothes. We got to the bed; I slide my tongue into her mouth. She pulled her tongue out and told me lie on the bed. She got on top of me and push her tit into my mouth. I sucked on the nipple for ages. She grabbed my cock and began playing with it. She placed it between her tits and fucked herself with it.

“Oh fuck that’s good, keep on going.” I moaned. She then slid all eight inches of my cock in her mouth. She rubbed up and down while the head was in her mouth. “You’re ready for a fuck.” She told me to lean my back against the headboard. She got on top of me and slid my dick all the way in her soaking entrance. “We will make love later okay baby” I didn’t really care as long as I could fuck her right now. Phyllis began bouncing up and down on my cock while moaning heavily. “Oh fuck this good. Keep on fucking your aunt baby. Shit your uncle bad at this.” I grabbed on of her tits and started suck the nipple. “Yeah baby go on suck your aunts nipple. Shit I think I am gonna cum on your cock Brad” Phyllis started screaming as she reached her first orgasm. “Come on Brad cum inside your aunts pussy. YES OH YEAH BABY GO ON CUM IN ME.” I exploded my load into her pussy. She started to slow down until my cock went limp. “That was great there Brad.” She congratulated me. We began to start kissing until she stopped. “I will like this to go on but your uncle will be her in ten minutes and you know he’s never late.” We got dressed and waited for him come back, Phyllis told me there will be more tomorrow.

When uncle Henry came back we sat down for dining and just watch some TV. It was 11.00pm and I got board so I went to bed. Half ad hour later my aunt came in. The first thought that came in my mind was she wants to suck my dick so I pulled it out.

“Sorry I don’t want to suck you off. I came her tell you that your Uncle will have to go a business trip on Wednesday, so we can have some fun all the way to Sunday without interrupting.” She gave me a kiss and walked out of the room. I started to think about all the stuff I want to do to her.

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Chapter 1

Mortified. If Ron had thought of the word he might have used it to describe how he felt at the moment — so embarrassed and so angry at himself that he wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. He had been so freakin’ stupid!

She said she was going to the grocery store!

He usually locked his door when he did it, but he had been in such a freakin’ rush to get to his room to gawk at Mrs. Gregerson sunning at her pool, her freakin’ bikini top undone, her half way decent ass barely covered. He ran up the stairs, praying, hoping that he’d get to his bedroom window and not miss it, if and when she propped herself up with her elbows to reach for her ice tea or whatever the hell she drank. Last week when she did that she had twisted her torso and he had seen her naked tits for at least five seconds.

Even without the bare tit or tits, he’d still have a good time beating off, watching her, thinking about how good it would be to fuck her, then shoot his jiz all over her face, her tits, her ass. He’d look at her nearly naked body and think about ramming his cock into her, just like in the porn vids his friend Josh would let him rent when the manager wasn’t in the store. Ron had made copies of ten of them with his two VCRs.

Watching Mrs. Gregerson sunning was almost better than beating off to the porn vids, actually each made the other better. Without the porn vids he would never have thought of ramming his cock into her hot asshole, or rough fucking her mouth, or having his cock between her big tits, her hands holding those big fleshy orbs together making a tit-cunt for his sliding prick then shooting his wad all over them. And when he watched the porn vids on the days Mrs. G sunned, he’d imagine the chicks in them to be Mrs. Gregerson, begging for it in her ass, or it would be her screaming, “Harder! Harder! Ron! Fuck me harder!”

He would watch her from his bedroom window, usually naked himself, his palm all slicked up with hand lotion, yanking his crank seeing her nearly naked on that cushioned redwood chaise, but also seeing her in his mind, fucking her, fucking her so good, so hard, her mouth, her cunt, her asshole, and the combo of that would make him cum so freakin’ hard he’d shoot jiz onto the window sometimes, and it felt so damn good while his prick pumped, but then fifteen minutes later he’d feel so damn ashamed, not only for being a perv, but for his nearly complete failure with girls.

He wasn’t a virgin, he had hooked up twice, fucked both chicks, not total dogs, but he wouldn’t have been interested in either of them if he had been sober. He had a few “Clinton” hookups too when he had been drunk but he now no longer counted those as anything. When he liked some hot, pretty chick, he was so freakin’ nervous, that whenever he had a chance to talk to the girl his brain would go blank, switch off. Most girls thought he was an asshole, thought he was stuck up, or a hard-ass loner, or god knew what.

There had been two girls during the past couple years he had really liked, wanted to go out with, not only wanted to thoroughly fuck them, but actually wanted to get to know them, and he had blown it with both girls. Each had approached him at parties or at school, smiled at him, tried to get him to talk, and he’d mumble something about how he needed to get another beer, or if it was at school he’d say he had to see the coach or something. Excuses to walk away so they wouldn’t see how much he liked them and how damn stupid and nervous he was. His brain just shut down around girls he liked!

She was supposed to be at the grocery store!

He wasn’t thirteen anymore! He wasn’t sad about his mother dying unless he really thought about her, and he hated to admit it, but he really didn’t think about her very often anymore. He was eighteen now! When his father went around the country for three months every summer to supervise road or freakin’ bridge construction or whatever that damn company built around the country, he didn’t need Aunt Jean to freakin’ baby-sit him anymore! He would be in college in a few months! He would have been okay being alone for the summer since he was freakin’ fifteen!

And she was so freakin’ weird! She had never gone swimming in the freakin’ pool, not once, not one freakin’ time during any of the fucking summers she had been here. And she always wore those dumb-shit, dorkwad clothes! Who the fuck wore long, blue jean shorts that were hemmed?! And she must have five fucking pairs, and those damn stupid tee shirts that are always too freakin’ big on her! The only freakin’ parts of her he had seen were her oddball fat calves and piano ankles, her arms basically from her elbows down, and her head!

All that first summer she had stayed, he thought she was real fat under those clothes just like her fat-ass ankles, but then at the end of summer, on a windy day, her stupid baggy tee shirt had been plastered üsküdar escort against her side and she wasn’t fat at all, which just proved what a freakin’ dork she was! She couldn’t even buy clothes that fit right! And that fuckin’ freak eye of hers she was always hiding with her hand, and those stupid large plastic frame glasses! It was like she was a freakin’ cyclops, or… or always taking a freakin’ eye test looking at a fuckin’ chart on the wall!

His self-loathing skyrocketed with that last thought. He was an asshole. She wasn’t a cyclops, she could see out of the always squinting eye. That odd shape to her eyesocket and cheekbone, and that drooping scar around the socket forming a backwards “J” on her face was from a car crash when she was about his age. It hadn’t even been her fault. According to Dad, she had almost died, and that freaky eye and freaky part of her face had gone through six operations, plastic surgery and other shit, and it was the best it was ever going to look. He said she had other operations too but he hadn’t gone into much detail about those.

Ron knew he definitely was an asshole. He was trying to put her down in his mind and all she had ever been was nice to him. She had never been some dictator during the summers she stayed with him, although she wouldn’t let him walk all over her either, but he had never really tried that. She had never attempted to be a replacement mom either. If he thought about it, she had been nice, had even tried to be his friend, and he had never responded in kind. He did what she said he had to do, and when he tried to pull something she pointed out that Dad had told her the rules. He had done some shit a few times, coming home drunk, or drunk and stoned, actually more than a few times, but she had only realized he was high three or four times. She had told Dad, but had spoken with him first, saying she wasn’t a tattletale, spy, or informant on him, she was just following his dad’s instructions, and his dad trusted her to tell him when Ron broke the rules.

Those times had made him mad as hell because he never told on her. He hadn’t really noticed when he was thirteen that first summer, actually it wasn’t until near the end of the next summer that he figured out Aunt Jean got drunk at least once a week. He could sort of tell from the way she walked, and sometimes she would forget to angle her face away when she spoke to him, and she’d forget to used her hand to hide the scars and disfigurement especially when she watched TV. Once she wasn’t even wearing her thick framed glasses when he first walked into the family area, but she had quickly put them on. Mostly it was her slurring of words that let him catch on to it.

Those nights would always end the same way. She’d go to the guest room early, saying she was sleepy. She’d take a bath, or shower in the guest bathroom, and then on and off for the next couple hours she’d be in the bedroom, he guessed on the bed, crying on and off, fits of sobbing really. He had noticed other signs too. She always used one of the dark blue glasses they had when she drank alcohol, not the clear glasses. He never mentioned it to Dad. He didn’t want to get her in trouble, and she hadn’t told on him a few, well, more than a few times, when he had broken some rule — I won’t tell your Dad this time, but you have to promise me you won’t do that again. He’d always promise.

She was supposed to be at the freakin’ grocery store!

He got off the bed and started pacing. He’d have to leave his room sooner or later. When he realized Aunt Jean was getting drunk and crying, he had felt sorry for her, but even with the pity, he never was very nice to her. He should have been. Maybe it was that she was such a dork, or the way she acted so weird about her eye that first summer she stayed, even though he had seen her at least a couple times every year all his life.

Her eye had creeped him out as a boy when Mom had told him to give Aunt Jean a hello or good-bye hug. That was when he was a little older, but when he was he was really young her weird eye didn’t bother him much. She’d always play with him quite a bit when she’d visit for a week or so during summers and a week during Christmastime. Maybe she knew how to relate to kids better. She taught first grade. That was why she had the summers free to be here. He could recall snippets of those early times, and he couldn’t remember her covering her eye up or turning her face away to the side when she talked with him. Ron couldn’t even remember noticing the eye when they played and laughed together. Maybe she had been baby-sitting him then too, just for an evening or day when Mom and Dad went out.

He recalled telling her when he must have been about nine that she’d be really pretty if she didn’t have the ugly eye. In his boy’s way, he had thought it was a compliment. The comment had made her cry. He wasn’t sure, but he sort of recalled gaziemir escort that after that, she had started angling her face slightly away from him whenever she was around him. Just like she did now. It was after that the hugs started creeping him out.

Yeah, he had been an asshole to her.

But she said she was going grocery shopping!

Yeah, and he told her he was going to get his running shorts and go for a run. He shut his eyes tight. He had been so close to shooting his wad, holding his breath, ready to feel the surge, slowing down the strokes, squeezing his hand tighter around his aching hard, thick prick, his sliding hand was Mrs. Gregerson’s torrid asshole, she was begging him to fill her ass with his hot cum. He was a few seconds away from shooting it, his body stiffening, his torso curving forward a little. Then his bedroom door abruptly swung opened.

He wasn’t sure if he jumped but he instantly turned towards the sound, his hand still gripping his deep red, throbbing rod. He wasn’t certain he had jumped, but he was positive Aunt Jean had. She had let out a brief high pitched yelp too. Her good eye went really wide and her freaky eye strained to open wider too, so much so there had been a sort of stretch crease by her odd, disfigured cheekbone. She had frozen after her little “EEEK!” Her eyes fixed on the hard rod in his hand. It had to look like he was pointing it right at her, which in essence, he had been. Her jaw couldn’t have dropped lower.

He had frozen in pose too, still hunched over a little, gripping his throbbing prick at the base, he had stopped breathing. Time seemed to become suspended, or at least super slow motion. Her eyes on his cock, his eyes on the extra distortion behind her thick framed glasses around her freak eye. It seemed they had stared at each other for ten seconds, although it couldn’t have been more than a couple, yet he recalled that he had thought at the time, Why aren’t either of us moving? A few moments, maybe microseconds, after that thought, Aunt Jean moved first. Her face raised slightly, followed by her good and freaky eye, which met his eyes. He remembered her mouth still open wide like an elongated “0,” then the next moment, she dropped the folded tee shirts, underwear, and socks she had in her arms, turned and ran out of the room. He became unfrozen, virtually jumped the ten feet or so to his door and slammed it closed then pushed the button on the knob to lock it.

That was forty minutes ago. Jeezuz. It’s only June tenth! I have to face her for two and a half months more! I’m eighteen! She doesn’t have to be here!

He and Dad had talked about that. Dad agreed he was old enough to take care of himself, but he also said he thought Ron would end up partying a hell of a lot and that worried him, things getting out of control, someone getting hurt, the liability. He added that since he had suggested Ron take this summer off, not work for the contractor this summer and just enjoy himself before college started, that the old adage about boredom being he devil’s playground had some validity to it.

Ron had said he could trust him a dozen times, but Dad said he knew how peer pressure worked, he knew that even if Ron didn’t plan a party, maybe some friends would just show up some afternoon, and in a friendly way they’d share a six pack and after Ron drank a beer or two suddenly having just one party wouldn’t be that bad because everyone would be careful and adult about it.

Dad then admitted that half of the reason, maybe the larger part of he reason he wanted Aunt Jean to stay the summer again, was for Jean. He said it was good for her to get out of her little house, swim in their pool, relax in a change of scenery. When Ron had told him Aunt Jean never used the pool, Dad hadn’t believed him at first then had sort of believed him. Dad said that Jean had some unresolved “issues” since the auto accident. It wasn’t just her face that was injured but she had other scars too. That maybe she was shy because of that. He had told Ron that she had really been a very pretty girl, very nice and sweet, popular, and all that in high school, then in her senior year the accident had happened. Ron had been about six at the time.

Ron now blinked with an epiphany. That’s why I don’t remember her face being fucked up when I was real little. A second realization hit him. When he was really young, she had only been a girl, like twelve or thirteen. That would make her like thirty or thirty-one now. A third realization hit him– He had never wondered how old she was. She was Dad’s little sister, so maybe he assumed she was in her thirties, because Dad was forty-one, but hadn’t Dad been in high school when she was born? No, maybe he was in middle school? How old is she? The way she dressed and the freaky eye, mostly it was the way she dressed, he just thought “dork” when he’d look at her, not any age. sancaktepe escort Ron’s gut instantly tightened at the sound of the three soft taps on his door.

Jean cleared her throat. “Ron? Ron, I… I think we… um… I think we need to have a brief talk. I… I’ll be in the kitchen. Come down, okay?”

FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! Ron took a slow breath. “Uh… yeah. I’ll meet you in the kitchen, in… in a minute.”

“All right.”

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! His gut was in a knot. He had been hoping she’d just pretend it hadn’t happened. He tried to think of some excuse or explanation but what explanation could there be but the real one? SHIT! He figured he better go down and just get it over with.

He left his room and went to the kitchen. When he entered Aunt Jean was sitting at the table not the island counter, her right elbow on the table top, her forearm vertical, her hand at her face as if resting her head slightly against her palm, or holding the dorkwad thick plastic frames of her glasses, but he knew it was there to cover her freak eye. She was staring down at a glass of water. Her head moved slightly, her good eye looked at his waist then back down at her glass of water. He sat down at the end of the table, she was at the side of the table, her good profile towards him. It was their usual positions on the rare occasions they both sat at the table. He usually ate his meals in his room or in front of the big TV. She usually ate in the kitchen area.

Ron took a quick breath. “I’m… I’m really sorry, Aunt Jean. I…” He didn’t know what else to say.

“I… I’m sorry too. I… I should have knocked. I…” She stopped talking and sipped her water. “I thought you were out running and so when I brought the laundry up I didn’t think you were home.” She took a breath.

Ron needed to ask and spoke fast, “Are you going to mention this to Dad?”

Jean kept staring at her water glass. “No.” She took another breath. “I don’t think that’s… it’s not necessary. You… you were just doing what… what a normal boy would do. And… and I know when there are… are attractive women around that…”

OH SHIT! She knows I was checking out Mrs. Gregerson! Ron’s gut knotted tighter.

“… that guys… boys, I mean… young men…” She took a sip of water. “That guys will… will have thoughts and…. and will fantasize.” Another sip of water. “Girls… girls… I mean, everyone… I mean both sexes… masturbate. It’s… it’s a psychological and biological function. So… so… I don’t… I don’t think you should feel embarrassed about… about it. And… I… I can understand why… why you were watching Eileen, but… but…” She took another sip of water. “I’m not sure… that… that you should be looking at her… without…. her… I mean… without her knowledge, it’s like you’re… I… I mean… I don’t think that’s a good… habit to…”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her eyes opened. “You’re eighteen, Ron, I… I know you think I shouldn’t be saying anything to you about this, so… I… I mean, I guess that’s right. You’re a young man now, and I’m… I’m….”

Jean turned her face away from him. Her hand rose and quickly wiped both her eyes. Her head swiveled forward again and she drank more water. “And… I’m just some… some ug… some… aunt who’s a… a grade school teacher, so… so I know I shouldn’t be telling you how to live you life or… or what to do.”

She cleared her throat and then took yet another sip from her glass. “And… and… I… I really didn’t mean to… to just stand there, but… but… I was… so… so shocked… I mean surprised, that I… I froze. I’m sorry about that too. That and not knocking. I’ll never again go into your room without knocking first, even… even if I’m sure you’re with your friends or out on a date with some girl or something.” Jean took one more sip of water. “Is there anything… do you want to say anything?”

“I… I just want to say I’m sorry. I’m… I’m very, very sorry.”

Jean pushed her chair back and stood without looking at Ron. “I… I… I’m going to do the grocery shopping now.”

“I’m… I think I’m gonna drive over to Josh’s and… and I may uh… grab a burger later… with… uh… the guys. So… I’ll be home… like late.”

“All right.” At the doorway to the laundry room she lowered her hand from her face.

*

Ron turned onto his street. It was near midnight. Josh’s mom had essentially thrown him out at 10:30 because Josh was working tomorrow morning. Ron had gone to a cafe in town and nursed an iced cappuccino as long as he could, then just walked around the dead shopping area for a while. He finally ran out of options and slowly drove home. As he approached the driveway he noticed a lamp on in the family room. That didn’t mean Jean was up. She usually left an undercabinet light on in the kitchen and a lamp in the family area when he was out and she went up to bed. He saw a subtle flicker, changes of light at the closed drapes. Shit! She was up. She had the big TV on.

At the cafe he had decided to just act as normal as possible around her. He didn’t want any more tension or weirdness between them than there had been prior to her barging in on him beating off. He just wanted everything to go back to normal.

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[A moment’s inspiration. Something hot and sweet, if not many pages. I hope you enjoy!]

“Michael? Your grandmother called. She would like some help clearing out her attic. I told her you’d be glad to help this Saturday.”

I groaned inwardly. I love my mom, but she had a habit of volunteering me for duties that I really would rather NOT do.

And don’t get me wrong — I love my Gram, too. But still, spending most of my weekend dragging around dirty old boxes just wasn’t something I looked forward to.

” ‘kay, Mom,” I mumbled and shuffled off to my room where I indulged in downloading porn and jerking off. I figured I’d reward myself in advance, since I’d miss out on time to do this during the weekend.

Saturday came and my mom dropped me off at my gram’s house — a quaint two-story on a quiet, tree-lined lane. The neighborhood had that all-American look: plenty of grassy lawns, each house different from the other (no blocks of look-alike, cookie-cutter urban sprawl); the Normal Rockwell of standard American neighborhoods.

“Michael!” my grandmother opened the screen door and welcomed me in with a tight hug. She smelled good, like apple pie and mild spices. It was a comfy smell, and I kissed her cheek and squeezed her back.

“Hiya, Gram,” I replied shyly. My grandmother’s affection always felt a bit overwhelming to me and made me contract in compensation. But I liked her, and so it wasn’t unwelcome.

My gram was an attractive woman, only in her early sixties, though slightly out of shape. Still, she wasn’t OLD old, you know?

“How about some cookies?” she asked with a glimmer. My gram knew my penchant for baked goods, and hers were among the best.

“Maybe later,” I said as I stepped in and adjusted to the dimmer interior. My gram kept the curtain drawn “to keep her cooling bills down.” I smiled and looked toward the hall. “Mom said you needed help moving things out of the attic?”

My gram nodded, her expression going apologetic and kind of sad. “Yes. I figured it would be good to get rid of your grand’s old things — knick knacks and whatnots, old clothes, that sort of thing.”

“Sure, Gram,” I said. “No problem. What should I look out for and what should I keep?”

My gram shrugged. “Oh, I’m not sure, really. Pictures I want to keep, of course. Any old photos or artwork. The rest, well, I’ll trust your judgment on what might be worth some money and what to donate.”

My grandfather had been an amateur painter, but not without skill. He supplemented his retirement with selling paintings — still-life and a few portraits — at the local flea market. It wasn’t much, but people enjoyed his paintings and it gave him some free spending money.

“Sure, no problem,” I repeated and headed to the attic.

The attic. Ah, such a place of mystery and some superstitious dread when I was a kid. Now, it seemed kind of — empty. Lonely. Devoid of life.

I looked around at the piles of books, stacks covered in old linens, and boxes of all sorts, and sighed. “Where do I start?” Since it didn’t seem to matter, I picked the closest pile and started in.

I spent time sorting things and dragging boxes downstairs for three groups: donate, toss, and possible sale. I was startled out of my focus when my gram said: “Here! Some cookies and milk!”

I smiled weakly, thrown by how much I’d lost track of time. I took the plate and glass from her and said, “Thanks, Gram,” and munched on a warm, chewy, chocolate chip cookie. “You just made these?”

“Well, I started before you arrived. But, yes, they’re fresh baked,” my gram said as she surveyed what I had cleared. “Oh, my, but you’re fast! You’ll be done göztepe escort in no time.”

“Oh, hardly done, but I might get a good start on it today. I can always come back tomorrow if need be.”

My gram pat my arm. “You’re a good boy,” she said and headed back downstairs.

I ate a few more cookies and had some milk. Well, soy milk — my gram had moved on into that realm of alternative “milks” years ago when I let her know I was lactose intolerant. Still, the sugar and liquid renewed my energy and I dove back in.

It was a little after midday when I moved aside some boxes and found a stack of paintings hidden under some drop cloth. The first few were some of my grand’s still-lifes — fruit bowls and flowers, that sort of thing — but under a few of those was a nude, and it was actually quite good!

“Whoa, Grand!” I muttered and drew the painting over to the sunlight coming in from the small shutter that let a bit of fresh air in. “This is actually pretty nice!”

I studied the painting. It was a woman, probably in her early thirties — slender and graceful. She had a lovely body, and looked vaguely familiar. I figured I’d ask my gram about it when I had the chance.

Under that were a few more still-lifes, and then a series of more nudes. The model was clearly the same, and in one she was posing with a younger female, probably late teens, and the two of them were caressing each other in a very lovely and sightly erotic manner.

“Grandpa!” I chuckled and set the series out where I could see them all in a line.

“Oh!” I heard my gram say and turned to find her looking embarrased. “I had forgotten all about those!” she said.

“You recognize them?”

My gram nodded and smiled shyly at me. “Of course!” she replied. “Who do you think modeled for him?”

I was stunned and looked back at the paintings. Now, of course, the resemblance fell into place. “That’s you?”

My gram laughed and said, “You don’t need to sound so surprised. I was quite a looker in my day!”

I smiled and apologized. “Sorry, Gram — I didn’t mean it that way. But, yeah…” I looked at the painting and then back at her again “… you really were. Are! You really are!” I tried to cover my blunder.

My gram bat my arm and grinned at me. She stood next to the pictures and imitated one of the poses. “I know I’m not as lovely as I used to be,” she said. “But I can still turn a head or two when I want. These still get plenty of attention, and not just by dirty old men!” she laughed as she cupped her large breasts through her dress.

I laughed with her and nodded. “Yeah, Gram, I can see that!” She brightened at the compliment, even if she didn’t take me seriously. I looked at the paintings again, and found myself feeling strangely aroused – just slightly! But it was odd because she was my grandmother, and I was ogling pictures of her from when she was younger and admittedly “hot”.

“You’re a good boy,” my gram said again and kissed my cheek as she left me to continue.

I stopped her and held up the painting with the other female in it. “And who is this?”

My gram gazed at me and her eyes grew mischievous. “Can’t you tell? That’s your mom,” she replied and grinned as she turned and left me alone.

I was stunned and stared at the painting. “Mom?” Again, I was able to see the resemblance, but also found myself examining her figure far longer than I was comfortable doing.

I set the paintings aside in the “keep” pile, and found myself glancing at them time and again as I worked. I knew my mom was attractive, and wasn’t surprised to see evidence of just how sexy çorlu escort she had been as a young adult, but the painting — more so than a photo might have since it was somehow more “artistic” — kept hold of my attention, and stirred odd feelings of arousal in me that I tried to bury in busyness.

I worked another hour or so and then took a break. My thoughts were obsessing over the series of nudes, and I was wondering if I might find more. My gram was pleased when I said I’d be back the next day to continue.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I was horny and unable to relax, so I went to my porn and jerked off. But my porn seemed so lifeless, so lacking in artistic merit, all of a sudden, and so it was not very satisfying when I finally came.

Sunday, I went over early to get a good start, and was delighted when I found some sketches of my grand’s — more nudes, but much more explicit nudes. Nudes of my gram spreading her pussy as she gazed down at herself. And sketches of my mom, naked, doing similar things — masturbating and relaxing in sunlight nude. They were lovely and terribly erotic, and I found myself getting really horny and aroused. I tucked those away where I could find them, but hidden in case my gram came up, which she did.

“How’s it going?” she asked and gave me more cookies and soy milk.

“Good!” I replied and wolfed them down. “I’m making good progress.”

“Find any more goodies?” my gran asked, and looked at me with playful interest.

I smiled and nodded. “Some, yeah,” I said. “But nothing of note.”

She nodded and left me. “Well, I’m sure you’ll know what to do with them if you find any more,” she muttered as she wandered off.

I returned to my task, moving boxes aside and taking some downstairs to get rid of or sold. I was getting discouraged when I found an old shoebox-sized container. It was tied, and I undid the string and opened it.

Gold mine!

Inside were photos — mostly black and white, but some Polaroids — and they were also explicit nudes of my mom and my gram, and some of them together. Nothing overtly pornographic, but very erotic and sensual — pictures of them laying together, intertwining their hands or caressing each other’s belly’s or thighs or breasts. I was horribly aroused by them and pulled my cock out and started jerking off to them.

“Ah!” I heard my gram’s voice behind me along with a slight chuckle, alerting me to her presence. “I didn’t think about any of those,” she said and gazed at me with a strange amusement. She glanced down at my hard cock and smiled. “But I see they still have the same effect as when we took them!” she laughed.

I stared at her like a deer in headlights. “Gram!” I was too startled, and too caught, to hide or deny what I was doing.

“Oh, don’t worry,” my gram muttered and came closer to me. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she joked. She looked at me and reached down and gently put her hand on my cock. “May I?” she asked.

I was floored! I stood there stunned and numb as she got down on her knees and took my cock into her mouth.

“Ohhhhh, God, Gram…” I moaned. It felt so good!

My gram smiled and sucked on me really, really sweetly. “Glad you enjoy it,” she murmured and looked up at me with wickedly playful eyes. “How about giving your old gram a treat, huh? Why don’t you cum in my mouth?”

I was floored once again, both by the unexpected offer, and by the expertise of her oral skill. I nodded and struggled to stay standing as she sucked me into climax.

“Oh, God, Gram! Fuck!” I groaned as I flooded her mouth with jizz.

My gram took it all, ümraniye escort letting me pump my load into her mouth, and then swallowed it all down and cleaned my cock with her tongue. She stood up and wiped her lips and watched me with that same odd, wickedly playful gleam. “Thank you, Michael,” she said and smiled at me. “Though I think that was as much my treat as yours.”

I stared at her, in awe and in a whirlwind of confusion. I saw her both as my gram and as a terribly erotic older woman. A woman I was still hard for!

My gram watched me and stepped close to me, running her hands across my chest and down my arms.

“Is there something else you’d like?” she asked, her voice low and husky. “To fuck, maybe?” She smiled as she saw the desire in my eyes.

My gram took me by the hand and lead me downstairs to the guest room and laid me back on it. She undressed me and then herself, and smiled at my gaze as I watched her with new appreciation.

“Oh, Michael,” she murmured as she straddled me and took me into her pussy. “You’re very good for this old lady’s ego!”

My gram rode me slowly, but with growing urgency and passion, until she came, arching on me and then laying down on top of me. She kissed me, and it was a strange mix of a lover’s kiss and a more familiar, grandmotherly kiss.

“You’re very quiet,” my gram said to me as we lay together. “Everything alright?”

“We just had sex,” I said, more confused than guilty.

“Yes,” she replied. “And it was very nice. But it would be even better if you gave yourself to it.”

I stared at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” my gram said as she rolled onto her back and drew me into the male-dominant position, “FUCK me, Michael. Fuck my pussy!”

She got right to the heart of it, and made it clear she had no problem with the incest.

“FUCK, me, Michael,” she crooned, and drew her legs around my ass as I started to fuck her. “Fuck me until you cum!”

I picked up pace, and thrust harder and faster. I buried my face in her large breasts, and then I grabbed her and turned her over onto all fours and took her from behind.

“Oh, my gracious!” she gasped with delight. “Oh, yes!”

I fucked my gram hard from behind until I came, driving my cock deep inside of her. I felt the hot backwash of my jizz and then the slow dribble of it as it crept out of her pussy along my shaft.

“Oh, my sweet Michael!” she exclaimed as she slid off of me and got down and licked my cock clean. “Oh, what a pleasure!” she muttered as she licked up our combined cum.

When she was done, my gram drew me down to her and cradled me, holding me close and caressing me.

“Oh, but that was lovely!” she murmured and kissed my head. “It has been a long time since I’ve had sex so sweet!”

I was returning to reality, and felt uncertain of how to hold all of this. It felt wrong, but also felt so terribly good!

I studied her. She was still my gram, but she was also someone new, someone sexy, and I could see the younger, sexy model she had been still there in her.

“Gram?” I said. “You and mom — did you ever…?”

My gram laughed and caressed my face. “Oh, goodness, yes. We all did! Your grand, me, our daughter.”

I let that sink in, and felt a new stirring at the thought of my mom, naked and sexual, giving head, licking pussy — it made me very horny, very fast.

“Oh! Look who’s ready for more!” my gram laughed and grasped my hard cock. She rolled me onto my back and mounted me again. “Is it thinking about your mommy and me that’s got you so worked up?”

I nodded, and growled. “Yes!”

She chuckled and rode me hard, her tits bouncing up and down. “Ha! It is sweet, isn’t it?”

We fucked for hours that afternoon. I promised to return the following weekend, and my gram kissed me lovingly before I left.

“Say hello to your mom for me!” she laughed and winked as I walked to my car.

“I will!” I answered, and grinned wickedly as I drove home. “I certainly will!”

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This one has a bit of everything in it. I’m keeping it in the Incest category, but Group, and Lesbian would be equally appropriate. As always, all characters are over eighteen.

Vonnie and Danny are just getting started. Shelagh has decided to join them.

Need I say more?

Oh, and… Pace yourself. There’s a LOT of sex in this one.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My brain was quite obviously losing touch with reality.

First my beautiful, young, sexy Aunt welcomes me into her bed. Now, my equally alluring sister is here, taking off her clothes, intent on joining us?

Yes, I’m losing my mind. That’s the only explanation.

Funny though… It doesn’t feel like a hallucination.

No, it feels like I have my Aunt Siobhan’s big, soft breasts pressed against my ribs. It feels like she’s actually here, in my arms. I can still taste the kisses. But it can’t be true, because if it is, then I can only assume that what I’m seeing is true, as well, and what I’m seeing is just… Oh my.

Despite my mind’s attempts to make rational sense of the situation, I had no choice but to admit that I was not hallucinating. My second youngest sister, Shelagh, was indeed here, in my Aunt’s incestuous bedroom, about to remove her blouse.

I felt Vonnie’s hand on my erect penis, stroking softly, as the last button was dispatched. Shelagh had always had an excellent fashion sense, and even in the summer, never really dressed down to the level of t-shirts and shorts. She always looked like she was ready for an impromptu dinner party to break out, and was prepared to host it.

So today, her hair was brushed out, and hanging like a sensuous boa over her left shoulder. Mom’s hair was red… I mean, RED… but most of us kids got a slightly darker version, just to the red side of auburn, a hint of Dad’s DNA. Shelagh had beautiful hair, and her blue eyes were positively huge. Coupled with her full lips, it gave her a look that was part cartoon, part incredible sex goddess. I couldn’t believe she was the only unmarried sister I had left, because I had always thought she was the prettiest.

The blouse she had just unbuttoned, and was holding by the lapels with both hands, was classic black. Crisp, impeccably ironed, and fitted to her body, she held it, as though for effect, waiting for my eyes to wander up to hers. I was currently trying to pierce the shadows that obscured the chest I hadn’t seen since she was much, much younger… and much, much less developed; back in the days before I had been banished from my sister’s rooms for showing a little too much interest in their bodies. I knew she was bigger, but beyond that, this was all new. I finally looked up.

Shelagh smiled, and rolled her shoulders out of the top, opening it wide as it moved down her arms. She was… breathtaking, and she was still mostly dressed. I gasped, and so did Vonnie.

Her bra was black as well, and struggling mightily to contain her voluptuous breasts. While she wasn’t quite in the same league as Mom and Vonnie, she was very, very well built, as were all my sisters. Is there any wonder I developed a thing for women with big boobs?

Vonnie gave my dick a surreptitious squeeze under the covers, and I glanced at her briefly. She was grinning; I assume she was pleased that our little group was growing. She nodded in Shelly’s direction, and I turned just in time to see my sister, hands behind her back, unhooking her bra. She held it in place for a moment.

“Danny, I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Shelly smiled. “I remember kicking you out of my room because you were looking at me funny when I was dressing. You were so young. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I croaked, my voice cracking. Vonnie stroked me again. My cock was like steel. Apparently, it was ready, too.

Shelagh took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She raised her arms slowly. I expected the satiny, black bra to drop, but it held on for a few maddening seconds, clinging to her abrupt, firm breasts while I willed it to fall. As her arms extended over her head, her breasts spread wider, and the bra finally succumbed to gravity. Her breasts did not, riding high and proud on her chest, crowned by light pink nipples that were equally proud and tall.

“God,” I breathed. “They’re beautiful. I… uh… I mean, you’re beautiful,” I corrected.

Shelagh smiled, and turned her body gently from side to side, causing those spectacular globes to sway slightly. She slowly brought her arms down, running her hands over them as she did.

I noticed that Vonnie’s hand had stopped its motions, and she had her fingers in a tight ring around the base of my cock. I hadn’t realized how close I was to cumming, but my ever thoughtful Aunt had noticed the signs, and gripped me tight to stem the tide. She was snuggled into my side, watching Shelagh strip with an interest as keen as my own.

My sister reached back, and unzipped the elegantly sexy, knee-length skirt that she was still wearing. Matching black, the monochromatic bahçelievler escort look really looked good on her.

It looked even better on the bedroom floor, as she stepped out of it, leaving her in her tiny panties, also black. She was nothing if not consistent… and gorgeous.

“This is very exciting,” Shelagh whispered, hooking her thumbs in the thin strips of fabric that arched over her hips. “I never even considered doing it before yesterday, but it’s soooooooo hot!”

She wasn’t very specific about what ‘this’ was. Stripping for another woman? Stripping at all? I chose to assume she meant getting naked before my eyes, and I agreed with her assessment; it most definitely was soooooo hot.

I suddenly realized how unfair I was being to Vonnie, staring at my sister… who was now totally naked, having stepped clear of her panties… as though she was the first unclothed woman I had ever seen. Two days ago, I was looking at her that way. I didn’t want her to think I was over her already. I didn’t want to be that guy.

She didn’t even notice. She was too busy checking out Shelagh’s pouty little pussy to pay any attention to me, so I didn’t fight it. I cast my eyes on the little gap at the top of my sister’s thighs as well, where two lips laid open like butterfly wings.

“Oh god, Shelly, you’ve got such a pretty kitty,” I heard, but it wasn’t my voice that said it. It was Siobhan, who apparently had as great an appreciation for my sister’s vulva as I did. I looked at her, a bit surprised.

“What?” she giggled, with a smile. “I think most women are a little bi-curious. All I know is… that’s a very sexy pussy. I’d lick it.”

What was that sound? Oh, right… My mind being blown. My Aunt… who just happened to be naked, gripping my erection tight, and my lover… had just told me she would willingly lick my sister’s cunt. The sister, who was also naked, and currently looking for a way under the covers to join us in bed. The whole ‘no sex with blood relatives’ thing was going to take a beating today. Of that I was sure.

“Um, I think I’d like to see that,” I laughed, lifting my arm to allow my sister to squeeze in beside me. She slid her body along mine, and within seconds, I was in boob-lover’s heaven, with a voluptuous pair pressed against me from each side. “Hi Shelly,” I smiled.

“Hi!” she giggled. “You’re so warm,” she commented, caressing my chest with her hand.

“Warm?” Vonnie asked. “You have no idea, sweetie. Wanna see it?” She moved her hand, shifting the tent pole and focusing everyone’s attention on the obvious bulge in the covers.

I was the ‘it’ in this case. Well, a particular part of me, anyway. Vonnie still had her grip on my twig and berries, and was offering Shelagh a peek.

“Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” I objected. “After all, it’s my dick.” I was joking, of course. Shelagh could look at it all she wanted to. I was hoping she’d do a lot more than just look.

“Oh pleeeeease, Danny” she begged. “I didn’t really get to see it that well last night, and it’s been driving me nuts ever since. Show me. Lemme see? Please?”

She was probably yanking my chain, but having any woman, especially one as beautiful as my sister, beg for a peek at my package? Oh yeah. Really good for the ego.

I picked up the edge of the covers, and peeled them back slowly. Shelly leaned closer. I guess I wasn’t going fast enough, so Vonnie pulled my stiff shaft out into the open.

“Ta da!” Vonnie smiled.

“Yowza! Where did THAT come from?” Shelly asked, eyes wide, staring at my cock intently. “Maybe you got all the penis each of us girls didn’t need when we gave up our Y-chromosome.”

“Why? Is it big?” I asked. I wasn’t one of those guys who goes around comparing his Johnson to everyone else’s in the locker room. I figured it was what it was… but if what it was, was big? Well, a woman’s opinion couldn’t hurt.

“Oh yeah!” Vonnie chimed in. She turned it slightly with her hand, admiring it. She smiled. “It’s huge.”

Shelly’s eyes were still locked on my penis, and she nodded.

“Yup, that’s a big dick,” she breathed, unconsciously licking her lips. “Who knew my brother was hung?”

“Who knew my sister was stacked?” I returned the compliment.

“Thanks,” she blushed, “but these are hard to hide,” she said, cupping her firm breasts. “I had no idea you were packing that monster.”

All this dick appreciation was going right to my head. Prior to now, ‘hung’, ‘huge’, and ‘monster’ were not words I would have used to describe my equipment. I had a new love for my sister, and we hadn’t even had sex yet.

“Um, I really hate to bring this up,” Vonnie said, making a sour face, “but, there’s only one of him, and there are two of us. Who gets to have him first? Rock, paper, scissors?”

“No, no,” Shelly shook her head. “You were here first. I’m the interloper. You fuck him first. I trust you won’t mind if I stay and watch?” bağcılar escort

“Not at all,” Vonnie smiled. “It’s okay if your sister watches us have sex, right?” she asked me.

Another question I never thought I’d be asked. I shook my head.

“What? You won’t let her?” Vonnie gasped.

“No. I mean yes, of course she can watch, but that’s not what I shook my head about,” I clarified. “I was just wondering what I did to get so lucky that two women, whom I both love, want to share me.”

“Well, we’ll see about the sharing part,” she smiled. “Right now? Now serving number one!”

Vonnie dropped her mouth over the head of my cock.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I hissed, dropping back onto the pillow.

“Oh wow!” Shelagh gasped.

“Mmmmm, yummy,” Vonnie added, pulling my dick out of her mouth for a second. She plunged it back in a moment later.

Shelagh laid next to me, watching my Aunt sucking my cock from close range. I could see the excitement in her eyes. Vonnie was slurping loudly, drooling all over my shaft, and stroking the half that wouldn’t fit in her mouth.

“This is much better than porn,” she giggled, tracing a finger across my chest. She leaned closer, crushing her breasts against me, and kissed me. Shelagh had kissed me before… on the cheek. Never on the lips, and certainly not on the tonsils, which is pretty much what she was doing right now. I found myself kissing her back, and it was goooooooooooooood.

Suddenly, she was gone, slipping out of the bed while I watched. Her ass wiggled across the room, and she took a seat on the chair by Vonnie’s dressing table. She smiled, and hooked a leg over the armrest, giving me a very nice view between her legs.

I realized the reason she had left the bed… Vonnie was mounting me, so we needed the space, and the chair afforded her a great place to watch from… and masturbate! While I felt Vonnie’s pussy sliding down over my cock, my eyes were inexorably drawn to the juicy pink lips of my sisters own vagina. She began to gently caress herself, and I felt a hand on my chin.

I looked up at Vonnie, who was showing a bit of displeasure on her face.

“Poor etiquette, young man,” she directed. “When a woman is in bed with you, she deserves your full, undivided attention… even if your sister is fingering herself a few feet away! She’ll get her turn when I’m done with you.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I smiled, receiving a kiss for my efforts to ignore the elephant in the room.

Who knew how hard it would be to keep from looking over at my sister? I mean, you’d think that the incredible sensation of a warm, wet vagina, gripping my cock snugly as it slid up and down, would be enough to keep my attention. Any other day, or with any other distraction, that would be true, but today was unique in multiple ways.

It was the first time I was being watched. It was my first experience with group sex. It was the first time a woman was openly masturbating right in front of me, other than the window washer game yesterday. Most unique of all… all those elements were being provided by, of all people, my sister.

That will test your concentration.

Vonnie was very understanding, allowing me a few peeks across the room to where Shelagh was jamming three fingers into her cunt, and twisting her nipples. She took a few looks over there herself. It was easy for Shelagh; her fingers weren’t jealous of her eyes.

My Aunt was moaning softly, rising and falling with exquisite slowness on my dick. She leaned closer, blocking my view of Shelly with her big, round tits.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she breathed, looking down at me.

“Mmmmm,” I grinned, and latched onto her left nipple, sucking as much of her large, dusty-rose coloured areola into my mouth as possible. I flicked my tongue across the rubbery nub of her erect nipple.

“Oh fuck!” Vonnie gasped. “I just love the way you do that! It goes straight to my clit!” She picked up her pace a little, groaning with each stroke. “Oh Shelly, you’re going to love this big cock! It fills me so good! I hope your pussy can handle it!”

I couldn’t see my sister, as Vonnie’s beautiful rack filled my field of view, but I could hear her ragged breathing and moans of escalating passion. I could imagine her fingers plunging deep into her beautiful pussy.

“Oh fuck, Danny, I’m cumming,” Vonnie grunted, yanking her nipple out of my mouth as she sat up to grind herself over my cock harder. She threw her head back, and screamed. “Yes! Yes! YESSSS! THAT’S IT! YESSSSS!”

“GNNAAAHHHHHNNNNNNN! YESSSS!” Shelly sang in harmony, drawing my eyes to her. She was hunched down in the chair, with both legs pointed at the ceiling in a wide V formation, finger-fucking her cunt furiously. Their orgasmic aria echoed through the house, and my brain, until they both stopped singing, and tried to catch their breath.

Vonnie looked down at me. She took a deep ümraniye escort breath.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel you throbbing,” she smiled.

“Very,” I nodded, gritting my teeth.

“Shelly? Want to help me make him cum?” she asked.

My sister was back in a flash. “Oh yeah! Sounds like fun!”

Vonnie quickly dismounted, and gripped my shaft with her hand. Shelly took a spot next to her, and did the same.

My cock was soaked with Vonnie’s abundant juices, and when Shelly touched it, she brought her fingers to her nose. She now had one hand covered in her own honey, and one slick with our Aunt’s slippery discharge. She sniffed them both, and smiled at me.

“Damn! We both smell delicious!” she giggled, helping Vonnie stroke my shaft.

Okay… That’s more than I can take. First, I’m fucking my buxom Aunt, then my sister shows up, and gets naked before my eyes. Then she spreads her legs and masturbates herself to orgasm, while my Aunt is fucking herself on my cock. Now, she’s sniffing her fingers and saying she smells delicious, and so does my Aunt’s pussy. My imagination went in the logical direction, and pictured both of my lovely ladies locked in a sapphic embrace. Oh, and they’re both jerking me off? It was the final straw.

“Ohhhh FUUUUUUUCK!” I bellowed, and erupted.

Usually, Vonnie would be swallowing the ribbons of hot cum that I was shooting. Today, I felt like the fountains at the Bellagio, sending ropes of semen arching though the air while the two of them stroked me to completion, and moaned excitedly.

“Ooooo, yes, Danny!” Shelagh gasped. “Cum Danny! Shoot that hot jizz all over!” Her hand kept jerking my cock furiously, while Vonnie stopped to watch her. My cum was dripping down her hand, and she kept going, squeezing every drop out of my dick. “Shit! That’s a lot of cum!”

She was right about that. There was cum in blots and pools all over my chest and stomach. She released my flagging shaft, which flopped into a puddle of glop. I watched her admire the streams of semen oozing down her hand as she held it up, and gasped as she let some drip from her fingers into her mouth.

It almost made me cum again.

“Oh god, Shelly!” I groaned. “You’re nasty!”

“Mmmmm, yes, and you’re yummy,” she smiled.

Vonnie grabbed Shelly’s hand and sucked three cum covered fingers into her mouth.

Oh shit, they’re both nasty. It’s going to be quite the day, here in Vonnie’s bedroom. I hope I can get it up again within the next thirty seconds, because I have a fresh pussy to fuck.

Watching them clean my cum from each other’s fingers was very enjoyable. The sensation of them licking the spillage from my chest and stomach was equally arousing, but my dick didn’t really react until they were trying to decide which one got to suck the remains from my wilted cock.

It was actually a pretty quick decision. Vonnie slurped my noodle into her mouth, and Shelagh gave me a sly look… and straddled my face! If I thought her pussy looked good from across the room? Well, you should see it from six inches away!

Yes, my sister’s pussy was spectacular; juicy, succulent, aromatic, among other descriptives. Those butterfly lips which the removal of her panties had revealed, had become engorged with blood, and now dangled, pouting open in anticipation of meeting whatever would be parting them. Right now, while Vonnie was resurrecting my erection, what would be parting those lips was my tongue. I craned up, and grazed her labia with my nose, then licked her softly.

“Oh, Danny, yes!” Shelagh moaned. “I love getting my cunt licked! Go for it!”

Go for it indeed! I could feel my cock beginning to respond to Aunt Siobhan’s ministrations, and wanted to get a taste of Shelagh’s delectable snatch before I was forced to fuck her. Forced. Yeah. That’s my story, Mom, and I’m sticking to it. First your sister forced me into her bed, then your daughter did the same. She’ll buy that, right?

Perhaps not.

Well, anyway, Shelly settled lower, letting me reach her soaking wet gash without causing injury. I diddled those butterfly wings playfully with my tongue, and buried my face up her cunt, ramming the bridge of my nose into her clit. I gave her several long licks, from her tart asshole to her excited clitoris. I could just see up her body along her tummy, and through her wide cleavage, occasionally making eye contact as she glanced down past her breasts.

Suddenly, my cock was wet and alone. One disembodied hand reached around and cupped Shelagh’s left breast. Warmth once again surrounded my cock, but it wasn’t from Vonnie’s mouth. She was impaling herself again, and moments later, her other hand grabbed my sister’s right breast. Shelagh leaned back, letting our Aunt fondle her big tits, and me feast on her drooling pussy.

“Oh god, you’re both making me so wet,” she smiled, as Vonnie, kissed the side of her neck. “You’re going to make me cum again!”

I could testify to the wetness, as I was cheeks deep in her cunt. She was dripping, and every bit as delicious as I had hoped. Her thighs were making hearing her vocalizations difficult, as they were against my ears, but I could hear enough to know she was having a very good time. When she grabbed my hair and mashed her pussy on my face, while lolling her head back on Vonnie’s shoulder, I knew what was cumming.

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All characters are over 18.

This definitely follows Ch.01 and that should be read first.

Please note that there are several possible explanations of the “room with a view” came to be set up but I considered it preferable not to describe how.

Suffice to say that in the story it is envisaged as (a) for consensual use only (b) with the knowledge and control of all parties involved and (c) for use with over-18s only.

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I followed Lucy up the stairs. I heard quiet music and muted voices from the back bedroom as I passed the door; it was a potent reminder that my aunt and Caroline’s partner, Jack, were there. It would have been sordid enough to have overheard them in the adjoining room. It was doubly sordid for me and my aunt to be having sex in adjoining rooms — with each other’s knowledge — at the same time. My senses were almost reeling.

Lucy led me to the main front bedroom and closed the door. The bed was king sized. There was an en-suite shower and wash basin in one corner. A mirrored dressing table faced the bed. The wallpaper and fitted furniture looked expensive.

The wall adjoining the back bedroom was clad in wood pannelling, though it looked like hardwood rather than cheaper knotty pine. It was rather retro, having been popular several years earlier, but a little quaint by now. Like the lounge, the windows were fitted were vertical blinds. They were drawn closed. Despite the rain outside, there was still adequate daylight to illuminate the room, however.

Lucy turned on the radio at a low volume and stood with her hands on her hips. She cast her eyes up and down me. Her subtly applied mascara emphasised the pale blue of her eyes. I admired her petite frame — her slender legs, waist and hips, and her B-cup breasts rising and falling under her red satin blouse. But I now felt unaccountably shy and after meeting her gaze briefly I looked instead at her slender body.

“Well James. This IS a surprise, and no mistake. It’s a long time since I’ve been with a young bloke. Have you ever been with an older woman?”

I shook my head, embarrassed. She flicked her tongue over her lips. As I mentioned earlier, it was a natural mannerism but it seemed very erotic to me.

“Relax. Would you like me to change into something more sexy? Or stay as I am? Would you like me to undress for you? Or would you like to undress me?” she asked softly.

I didn’t know what to say.

“I know…” she continued.

In one corner of the room there was a small desk — not a computer desk (though a laptop was on it), but just a small traditional desk. It appeared to be made of mahogany, and so did the hard chair in front of it. Lucy took me by the hand and led me to it. She gave my hand a little squeeze. I felt her wedding ring against my finger. My stomach fluttered and my erection tautened.

I blushed as the reality hit me. A married woman had brought me to her bedroom and was leading me by the hand to a chair. Her husband was right now indulging in foreplay downstairs with one of her friends, and my aunt was doing the same in the room right next to where I now found myself.

It was so sordid — yet so delicious — and Lucy motioned to me to sit down on the chair.

“We have an hour — or so — before we change partners. I’m so thrilled your aunt brought you, and that I drew first turn with you. Why don’t you relax and let me tease you to begin with? Hmmm?” she crooned.

My expression must have given me away. She laughed. Then to my delight she stood astride my thighs and leaned forward. I glanced inside her blouse at her white bra and her pale skin. She smiled encouragingly.

“Oh don’t worry love, I don’t mean whips and PVC clothing. I just mean taking it slow-ly “(she dragged the word out) “to begin with. You just sit there and let me do the work to begin with? How does that sound, James?”

I was tempted to say it didn’t sound as exciting as getting straight into it, but of course I didn’t. Instead I nodded. She stooped to kiss me. I’d kissed plenty of times before that, of course. But the next minutes were something special. The best way I can explain my experience until this fateful evening is this.

You meet a girl and begin to get serious. You respect her and don’t want to go too far too soon so you build it up slowly. Each date you get a little bolder. Your kisses become more passionate but as your hands wander they are gently rebuffed. So — for the time being at least — you make do with snogging. It becomes a substitute for what you really want.

But it is quite something to snog like that; because of course it’s a substitute for sex. You want to go further, but you can’t. So the kissing takes on a real passion. No wonder the old films used to show only discreet, fleeting, mouth-closed kissing. The snogging becomes very arousing and very erotic, too, because you are hoping that one day your straying hands will be welcomed çeşme escort rather than removed. You hope it’s a sign of still better things to come.

And — it occurred to me that night with my aunt’s swinging friend — you can lose out. Once a sexual relationship has begun there is still kissing, but not with the same intensity. I’d started to lose sight of that — until now.

To begin with, Lucy and I shared a few brief, tentative kisses. They became more lingering, firmer. I remained seated on the chair. Lucy hitched up her black skirt and sat astride my thighs facing me. She was only about five feet three or four in height and lightly built, but she was well proportioned, and her gentle weight felt good resting on me and rocking slowly back and forth. Her lips were not very full, but she knew how to arouse with a kiss, when to break off, when to return.

I put my arm on her narrow waist and caressed her back through the warm slippery satin of her blouse. She tugged on my lower lip with her two. I can’t remember which of us parted our lips first or whose tongue explored whose teeth first before testing whether touching tongues was okay. Suffice to say that soon we were kissing like two lovers on their second or third date.

Little whimpers and grunts escaped from us. Our tongues danced and flickered, then we reverted back to lip moulding, and back again to tongues. It was good to know that we had an hour or so ahead of us, and that there was no need to rush. I reckon we probably spent ten or fifteen minutes just snogging and hardly touching. She continued to rock slowly and irregularly back and forth on my lap. Once her crotch brushed my erection.

“You’re a big boy!” she giggled.

But she was careful not to do the same again, probably — and, to be honest, rightly — for fear of over-stimulating me.

I now felt guilty for wishing I had been drawn with Caroline instead. I was savouring Lucy’s actions and body. I found myself wondering how many times she had done this, and with how many different men. To be one of many felt very tawdry yet arousing. With a twinge of shock and excitement, even as Lucy and I snogged, I found myself wondering also about the number of partners my Aunt Anne had enjoyed

Lucy tilted her head back, and I nuzzled her neck and throat, inhaling her sweet perfume. She cupped my hands over her breasts and squeezed them against her modest but firm orbs. They were a delight to touch through the satin of her blouse.

She led my fingers to her blouse buttons.

“Time to unfasten this and give my tits a good suck, love,” she crooned. “And by the way — I’m no lady in the bedroom. I’m a slut, a slag, a whore — YOUR slut, YOUR whore. Call me names — tell me how nasty I am. If you like, that is,” she added, self-consciously. “But if you DO like, I won’t be offended. I find it a turn on in fact!”

Her red silky blouse was very alluring but it was indeed time for it to be removed to reveal her breasts. I unfastened the buttons down to the waistband of her skirt. She tugged her blouse free and I unfastened the remaining buttons. I peeled it open. I saw her white, lacy bra covering her modest orbs. Her skin was pale. Her bra stood out in contrast with it. The pretty pattern was offset by the smoothness of her skin. My heart was pounding.

Lucy smiled at me. I looked briefly into her piercing blue eyes, then at her slightly dishevelled hair and at her narrow lips. As well as licking her lips she also had a way of drawing her lower lip under her upper one, as if in thought. It was very appealing. She shuffled forward on my lap. Her weight and movement aroused me further. She slipped her blouse from her slender arms. It slid sensually to the floor. She was content to leave it there.

This fleeting image imprinted on my mind for a long time to come. I had always enjoyed the look and feel of a smartly dressed female, and loved foreplay and undressing my former girlfriends when they were so clad. But more often than not they fussed about not wanting their nice clothes to get creased, and about needing to fold them neatly before resuming. It was an understandable but annoying distraction.

Lucy’s blouse was smart, well tailored, and probably expensive. Her dropping it on the floor and leaving it where it lay seemed very significant. In that moment she seemed like a mature, cheating wife who wanted urgently to get down to business, and for whom a few creases or footsteps on her expensive, discarded clothes mattered nothing.

She ran her tongue over her lips again and leaned forward. She brought her shallow cleft to my face. I pressed into it, with one smallish lace-clad orb on each side. Her skin was soft and smooth, and her breastbone was hard. I cupped her breasts through her pretty, white bra and kneaded them. She stretched up and brushed her left orb against my mouth. I felt her nipple, and something hard. She chuckled softly and peeled başakşehir escort down her bra cup. Though her mid-pink nipple she had a small gold hoop.

I’m fairly indifferent about piercings. But her age and marital status made hers seem alluring.

I took it between my lips and gently tugged it, pulling her nipple by it. I brought my teeth onto the gold ring and thrilled in the feel and the sound of it. I drew her nipple into my mouth and sucked the rubbery point, the soft surrounding tit flesh and the gold hoop. She cooed and whimpered.

I swept my hands over her back and unclipped her bra, then swept the straps from her shoulders and dropped it onto the floor on top of her blouse. I glanced down at the two carelessly discarded garments. The white of her bra made the shimmering red of her blouse stand out the more.

I kneaded her B-cup breasts and gently pinched her nipples. Her breasts were fairly firm for her age and only sagged a little. They were in perfect proportion to her slender frame. Her nipples went tauter now and jutted invitingly away from her breasts. She dug her hand down between her crotch and mine to rub my erection.

“Mmmm…. STILL a big boy I see!” she grunted in my ear. She flicked her tongue along my upper lip, under my nose, and we resumed snogging, but this time accompanied by my fondling her mature, smallish breasts and alternating with my kissing and sucking them. I grunted my approval. So did she.

She stood up and took my hand in hers. My eyes were drawn to her wedding ring. Again I thought of her husband and Caroline had reached downstairs, and pictured his head buried in her big, ripe bust. I thrilled at the prospect of doing the same with Caroline. With another twinge of guilt I thought of my dad’s sister, just a yard or two away on the other side of the wall of the room where I was embroiled with Lucy.

I tried to dismiss my speculation, but with a chill shudder, related questions flooded my mind. “Aunt Anne — are you thinking about ME having sex with your friend? Are you wondering what I’m doing, Auntie? I’m sucking her tits and chewing her nipple piercing, Auntie… but… oh Auntie — even as I’m doing it I’m wondering what it would be like to suck and fondle YOURS…!”

I drew a deep breath and tried to focus on the sight and sensations before me instead. However tantalising the thought, having sex with my aunt was so illicit, so taboo, I needed to dismiss it.

Lucy led me round the bed.

“I want to show you something, love,” she said in a conspiratorial way. “Whether you want to see it is up to you…”

She drew her lower lip under her upper one again. It seemed to heighten the mysteriousness of her words. But they were an unwelcome distraction to me.

“When we rolled the dice to see who got to fuck in which room, this one was described as the room with a view. Want to know why?” she continued.

I shrugged my shoulders non-commitally. I was more interested in getting on with screwing her.

She leaned forward over a low chest of drawers and to my surprise she put her face to the wooden-clad partition wall that separated the bedroom where my aunt was.

“Ho-ho!” she chuckled, then turned round to me — though I had already guessed what was going on.

“You may have noticed that some of the knot holes have come away from the wood…” Lucy said.

My stomach was churning.

“Bill drilled right through the partition wall in some of those places — to make this a ‘room with a view’. Some helluva view, at times, too. A view into what is taking place in the back bedroom at our ‘social evenings’.”

Already I was in the grip of an intense debate. To look or not to look? As well as my lust, anger rose in me, a desire to protect my aunt. Lucy must have seen the change in my expression.

“Oh it’s not what you think. Everyone who comes to our parties knows. The choice is theirs. They can cover the peep-holes. Whenever they choose to. IF they choose to! Putting on a show for each other isn’t compulsory! But…” her voice dropped lower as she added, “they often do!”

At this, my stomach churned again as Lucy’s words — spoken so casually, as if it was the most normal of accessories in a bedroom — sank into my mind. It appeared from Lucy’s reaction when peeping that my aunt had chosen not to cover the spy-holes and instead to provide the opportunity for me, her nephew, to peep at her!

I felt light-headed. It was surreal. It was too good — and too illicit — to be true, especially after the embarrassing episode of my aunt busting me watching the porn movie, and the mounting desire for her that I had felt since.

Lucy’s hand cupped my balls and squeezed them. I looked down at the rude movement of her hand.

“So, the question is, James — do you want to see the view? Hmmm?”

Had I been in the room alone I would have felt torn both ways, though I admit küçükçekmece escort I would probably have succumbed quickly. But to admit to Lucy a desire to see my aunt having sex seemed too perverted.

“It’s cool,” Lucy murmured. The tension almost prevented me for noticing how corny this sounded from an English woman of her age. “She MUST want you to, or she would have covered the peep-holes, James. She was hardly going to forget that her own nephew was going to be in here fucking me while she herself fucked her friend’s partner, was she, now? Besides…”

Her fingers unzipped my jeans and slid inside. Her thumb brushed the damp, slightly sticky front of my boxers. I looked down and watched my jeans betraying the movements of her hands. I groaned at teh sight and sensation.

“Besides, she told me she thinks you’re hot and that she knows you think she is! Yes, she told me that!” Lucy added triumphantly as she saw the disbelief on my face.

“Why don’t you have a quick peek at your auntie? Hmmm?” she insisted. “The opportunity may not last, you know. She might get up any minute and cover the peep-holes, and you’ll have missed your chance. Just think how annoying that would be! Think how you’ll feel tomorrow, next week, knowing you missed such a chance as that! Hmmm? You KNOW you want to, James. You know that SHE wants you to, as well.

“And as for me — it’s cool,” she continued. “I really think so. I don’t see anything wrong in it! It’s not illegal or anything. It’s very naughty, of course… but it’s not just me that’s urging you to. Your aunt is — by leaving the peep-holes uncovered. She’s offering you a view of her you’ve never had before — and soon it may be gone, James! Gone — forever!”

Her hands were kneading my balls through my boxers. The inner conflict was intensifying, but Lucy spoke softly and persuasively, and her persuasion was accented by her hand inside my jeans. My indecision racked me. The surge of my mixed emotions was almost painful yet also a delight.

“Of course it’s naughty!” she continued. “But no-one else need know. And besides, the naughtiness is half the fun, isn’t it? Pushing the boundaries, I mean. It’s up to you, of course; I’m not going to make you. But you KNOW you want to see her naked, or half-naked at least, having sex or at least foreplay. I know you want to. Your auntie knows you want to. And, like I say, James, your auntie WANTS you to see her… that’s why she’s giving you the chance…”

In the end I justified it to myself by telling myself it would be wimpish to bottle out when encouraged by my sex partner. My heart was pounding as I took Lucy’s place and brought my eye to the spy hole…

I had to stifle a gasp, though the view I had was far from explicit.

Caroline’s partner Jack was lying on his back. He was only wearing boxers. My Aunt Anne was wearing a white, doctor-style, button-through jacket. She actually had a stethoscope, too. I suddenly remembered that her late father, my great Uncle George, had been a doctor in general practice.

Only the middle two buttons of her jacket were fastened.

I was longing to see her naked breasts. Their smallness, though, meant that despite the jacket gaping open, it only bared part of her orbs and kept her nipples hidden. Her bare, long, strong legs looked fabulous. She was still wearing her red stilettos. Her jacket revealed a small pair of lacy panties. They were bright red. They stood out in sharp contrast to her pale skin and the white cotton of her doctor’s jacket. And, being red, they seemed brash — brazen, even.

Through the spy-hole I saw Aunt Anne step over to Jack and place the stethoscope on various parts of his chest and sides, then his abdomen. Then to my shock and delight she lifted the waistband of his underpants. She slid the stethoscope inside. My erection solidified.

My aunt motioned to Jack to pull them down. He obeyed. He was hard — like me. His erection looked a little longer than mine, though not by much. And my dad’s sister was gazing at it intently.

Perspiration broke out on my brow. Aunt Anne gingerly raised his hard shaft then placed the stethoscope on it and on his hairy balls. She took his erection near the tip between her finger and thumb. She gave it a little squeeze, removed her hand and did the same mid way, then near the hairy base. It was no medical procedure, but she did it almost in a clinical way as if examining it medically rather than sexually.

I made myself look away. I hadn’t seen much of my aunt’s body. But I had seen her playing with the erection of a bloke whose partner was downstairs having sex with Lucy’s husband. And her role-play, whilst fairly tame, was quite a revelation. I had always considered her straight-laced.

But Lucy was standing next to me looking through another spy-hole. Her eyes were bright.

“Look at her, James… look at her examining his hard cock!”

Lucy’s crude language aroused me further. I found myself drawn to the spy hole once more. Aunt Anne was slowly shafting Jack’s erection with her hand while gazing at it with her head tilted, as if trying to check that it was functioning normally. She leaned forward and held it under her nose, again retaining a detached, pseudo-medical expression.

“I bet your auntie’s going to suck it!” Lucy cackled softly beside me.

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I wrote this around 5 years ago, and it shows…

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My name is Derek I am 18 with long dirty blond hair (about shoulder length) that’s sits in total disarray atop my head and I have dark brown eyes. I am what you might call scrawny, no muscle whatsoever, with pale skin, but a smooth complexion. My face is what girls often refer to as “Cute” but most of the time I look sullen because of my no-care attitude. I am what some might consider a geek. I like manga and anime, but I in no way think of myself as an “Otaku”. I listen to all types of music mainly Deathcore and Metalcore, but as long as it”s not country I more than likely listen to it. My sense of humor is along the lines of “absurdist”, “Random”, or “Just plain stupid” basically things that make other people go “What I don’t even…”

As far as my social life goes, I hang out with kids that foster my love of metal music so my friends are quite the bunch. They are “freaks” or “scene kids” as they are now often called. When it comes to my love life, or the lack of one, it’s not that I am too nervous or think I am ugly, it’s just that there is only one girl for me, my older sister Elizabeth, or as I call her, Ellie.

She is 22 years old. She is the prettiest, funniest, sexiest girl I know. To describe her would be to go back to the term “scene” she has a beautiful round face, cute upturned nose, striking blue eyes, and near white blonde straightened hair. Her make up is a true testament to the scene way of life, always heavy on the eye shadow and liner. She has a smile that could weaken your knees possibly even paralyze them. Her lips are pink, pink as the strands of hair highlighted into her beautiful blonde hair. She is taller than me standing at 5′ 9″. Being “scene” she shares the same love of metal music as I do, but sometimes stuff that”s sappier but she likes the heavy stuff also. Her personality is off the charts! She is caring, bubbly, a real go-getter, happiness should be her middle name. She comforts anyone that’s down, she’ll give the shirt off her back to anyone that may need it, but she is not a pushover, she’ll confront you if you bum off her too much.

One day I was sitting in my room listening to the Deathcore band Whitechapel atop my bed mouthing the words to “Vicer Exicer” the lyrics maybe a little too much for some to handle, but I’ve grown fond of it. When all the sudden I heard my sister call for me. She has been home from college on break for two weeks. I”ll be sad to see her go when she leaves again. I walked the hall to her room, which is decked out in band posters and pink, purple, and green colors everywhere it can be quite much to take in, but those three colors are the scene kid flagship.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I say

“You know that Attila CD I let you borrow, can I get that back?”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll run and get it, be right back.”

I run to my room and grab the burnt CD labeled “Attila” “Rage”, and I run back to her room and hand it over to her she says thanks, and then I turn to go back into my room then she says,

“Do you have any plans tonight?”

“No, why? What’s up?”

“Well my friend Stacy is having a party and I thought you might like to come with, I haven’t seen my little brother in months, and I thought I might hang out with you before I can’t as much anymore.”

I thought about it for a second and then I agreed.

“Yeah sure, sounds good!”

“Well there is one thing, no drinking, you are underage after all, but there will be pot there, and that is illegal at any age, so I could care less if you smoke.”

I was bummed I couldn’t drink, but the fact that there was going to be pot lifted my spirits right up. I may have forgot to mention I am a bit of a stoner but am too scared to buy my own, so I rely on friends that are willing to smoke me up. One day I’ll pay them back.

“Sounds really good then, what time?” I ask.

“Uh, I’ll be leaving about 8:30, that good for you?”

I look up at the clock and see that it is 7:45. “Sure, I’ll get ready now!” I inform her then I leave the room, and all that time I was trying to hold back my excitement, I couldn’t believe it I get to hang out with my sexy sister!

I put on a Parkway Drive band shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. Yes, I know most kids who listen to the type of music I do tend to wear skinny jeans, but I never found them comfortable, constricting, if you know what I mean, and sometimes they just look plain silly on guys. I slipped on my old tattered skate shoes that I’ve had for god knows how long, then I looked at the time it was about 8:00 so I just waited around in my room until it was time to go. After listening to a few songs I heard my sister call out for me. I came out of my room and stopped in awe when I saw what she was wearing. Even though it was casual wear it brought out her figure perfectly, a Asking Alexandria t-shirt that was tight on her generous breasts and her flat toned stomach with a pair of pastel light blue skinny jeans that hugged her beautiful legs and her tight full ass. The only one of her measurements tuzla escort I know for sure is her bra size which is 34c, because I am her little brother I snooped around and found her bras which of course had that tidbit of information on them.

“Oh wow, Ellie, you look great!” I beamed

“How does this look any different from how I normally dress?” She said with a mischievous smile.

“Umm… well… err… I don’t know it’s just… can’t you take a compliment!? Jeez!” I blushed like a fool.

“Ha, ha! I’m just pulling my baby brothers leg, don’t sweat it, thank you very much for the compliment, it’s very sweet of you.”

“Sure anytime Ellie.” My face was still burning.

“Let’s go, we don’t want to miss out on anything crazy that’s gonna happen at this party!” She exclaimed, breaking the tension.

So we drove to the site of the party. Parties weren’t rare for my sister, but for me they were far and few between. On the way there my sister was blaring the Attila album I gave back to her earlier, and if you know Attila, you know they are the perfect deathcore band to hear to pump you up during or before a party.

We soon arrived at Stacy’s house as we pulled into what was essentially a flophouse, her parents were gone on a months cruise, and Stacy was taking full advantage of it. There were cars parked in the lawn, on the road, everywhere it seemed but the driveway, I laughed to myself when I saw it. The deathcore was already blaring when we walked in “Dead to Fall- Major Rager” was the song playing at that particular point. (This, ironically the party that was going on wasn’t too far from the party depicted in the music video for that song.) Scene kids as far as the eye could see, a sea of lip rings, straightened hair, gauged ears, and skinny jeans. I may not be particularly fond of the style for myself, but these were my people!

We met up with Stacy, and she told us there would be an in-house local band playing later called “Massacre of the Forefront”, a deathcore band obviously,

I told my sister that I was gonna head on and find a group of kids smoking and sure as shit, I did. They had a blunt rolled and I asked if I could get in on it the supplier of the pot said, “Fuck yeah! The more the merrier.” Three blunts and two bongs later, I met up with my sister again, quite toasty, and satisfied. I find her stumbling drunk she’s a very happy drunk, in fact she’s quite an enjoyable and funny drunk, she puts me on the floor even when I am not high.

“Heeeeey theeerrrre, liittle brother, you geeet tooo smookee like you wannnted too?” She slurred.

“Fuck yeah! I’ll probably be waking up high!” I said with my eyes almost to the point of closing.

“Sounds like a monkey of barrels- err” I mean a bunky of merrils “pff– ha! You just have a good time, Bro!” She blurted out drunkenly.

“Ha, ha! Okay sis. You just be careful drinking too much. Now don’t ruin that pretty dress.” I said smirking at my wit.

“Wha– I don’t have a dress on pfft-heh, you goof-ball.”

“Made you look!” I exclaimed. She sluggishly punched me in the arm and I laughed so much I about fell down in a fit of laughter.

If you were wondering how I am at a party with the consent of my parents? Well one, they went on a weeks vacation and they weren’t due back until tomorrow night, and two, they could care less if I smoke. They don’t want to feel like hypocrites, because they used to smoke heavily. (And sometimes, I wonder if they still smoke.) But they said, no drinking until 21, and if I get caught smoking pot by the police, “It’s my own bed I made it.” Etcetera, etcetera. So there would be no reason to be paranoid going back home all glassy eyed even if they were present at home.

“Hey bro, the bands about to start get your ass in gear!”

“Sweet, let’s go!”

The band played covers of other deathcore and metalcore bands and a couple original songs. All I can say is they should stick with the covers for now. After the band was done playing, my sister wanted to go home, of course I was weary about driving, but my sister was drunk and when it comes to intoxicated, high always trumps drunk

When we made it home, I carried my sister into the house, and I was about to put her in her bedroom when she chimed in and said,

“I’m drunk, not tired, let’s watch something.”

So I carried her to the couch, and sat her down then I turned on the T.V. we would watch random shows mainly anything comedy. My sister has the same sense of humor as I do if it’s stupid, it’s funny, and I was high, so I was looking for something especially stupid. So we settled on the un-rated version of the movie Sex Drive the movie itself isn’t anything special but the un-rated version is probably the best un-rated version of any comedy movie out there. It makes the movie go from a five to a ten in humor.

So were sitting there laughing at all the random gags and other stuff, when my sister turns to me and says,

“Have you ever heard of a game called the nervous game?”

I pendik escort say in all my newly obtained brevity and wit “Why no, my dear sweet sister, I have not, why don’t you explain it to me so that I may partake in such activities.” She giggled at my wording.

“Well, my sweet baby brother, the rules are simple, you lay your hand on the body part of another person and you ask them if they are nervous, and if they say no, you move to another body part that is increasingly more… shall we say… “intimate”, and whoever goes the longest without saying they’re nervous, wins.”

I look at my sister as if she was crazy of the heat.

“And you want to play this game with me??” I asked incredulously.

“Why sure, little bro! I know how much you are into me, don’t try to hide it! Like the compliment earlier, and how you stare at me like I am the only woman in the world. It was sooo cute when you blushed when I called you on it”

I was awestruck I thought I hid my lingering stares enough for her not to notice, and that outburst of a compliment I shot out earlier was very unlike me, usually with a no care attitude and all.

“Well I’ll play if you are sure you’re willing to play.”

“Calm down pervert, we’ll get there.” She said it playfully, but it caused me to blush all the redder.

“Awww… little brother! I’m sorry don’t be embarrassed! I couldn’t resist, you look so adorable when you blush!”

I smiled nervously at her, forgiving her.

“Okay, I’ll start.” My sister blurts out.

She places her hand atop my head, which causes me to laugh, I guess that would be the least erotic part to place your hand on a person. This in turn calms me down immensely. She asks of course, “Are you nervous?”

Laughing still, I say, “Of course not, ha-ha!”

Then she places her hand smack dab on my face, which causes me to laugh even harder.

“Nervous yet?”

“Noh…” I say through my hand smooshed nose.

Then she continues to place her hand on my neck, my chest, my arm, and then my hand to which she asks me the same question, “Are you nervous?” To which I answer with a resounding, “No.” Then she places her hand on my shin and asks me again,

“Are you nervous?” And I say, “No.”

Now is where I start to get nervous, and consequently, turned on. She worked up my leg with each “No.” Even though I am scrawny and short, I have a pretty impressive cock, which works its way down the side of my thigh, so when she gets past my knee, when she asks, “Are you nervous?” Again, I say,

“Kinda.”

“It’s either yes or no.” She said with a lilt in her voice.

“No.” I say, knowing I couldn’t possibly stop now.

The next move of her hand ends up right on the head of my cock, which causes her to go wide-eyed.

“Oh my gosh baby brother, just how big is your cock??”

When she said that I became so turned on from her compliment, and her hand on my dick, that it caused me to prematurely ejaculate, which caused me to almost die of embarrassment.

“Little brother, why is your pants wet? DID YOU JUST CUM?”

I almost started crying at this point.

“OH MY GOSH, you did, you just came in your pants!”

Then she did something that nearly made my world fall apart around me, she laughed. I ran bawling into my room slamming and locking my door behind me. I buried my head in my pillow, and I cried, like a total pussy, I cried, but when my sister laughed at me I thought of it as the end of the world. Then I heard a light knock at my door.

“Little brother? I am sooo sorry, I didn’t me to laugh it’s just that I am drunk and the situation hit me so fast the only logical thing in my mind was to laugh. Can you ever forgive me? Please come out here, and tell me that you’ll forgive me for being so stupid.” She said with true sympathy.

I stayed silent.

“Well, I just want you to know that I’m sorry, and even if you don’t forgive me I will always love you with all my heart. I’ll go and leave you alone now.” She said in a choked voice.

I started to feel guilty, just before she started to leave I shouted,

“Wait, Ellie! Come back!”

I got up and ran over to unlock the door then sat back down on my bed, she peeked her head in and looked at me, I smiled and said,

“I forgive you.”

She burst through the door tackling me, causing us to lay back together with me in her tight warm embrace, whispering and cooing in my ear, while stroking my messy hair, I reply through the arms muffling my mouth,

“It’s okay Ellie, I know you didn’t mean it, and I love you too with all my heart.”

She yelped, “Oh my gosh, thank you! I thought I lost my baby brother forever.”

“You could never lose me, you’re my best friend, I would have gotten over it eventually.”

We sat in silence, with her still stroking my disheveled hair, and then she broke the silence.

“So, little brother?”

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Do you want to continue playing the game? It can be your turn.” She maltepe escort said seductively.

“Sure” I said, “Why the hell not?”

I placed my hand on her head it broke the tension like the last time when she did it. Then I asked her the fated question,

“Are you nervous?”

“No.” She giggled.

Then I did something different, I placed my hand on her cheek and slowly moved my face toward hers, and slowly said,

“Are-you-ner-vous?”

“Mmm not a chance in hell.” She smiled, and our lips embraced.

We kissed passionately, rolling around on my bed, and then my sister broke the kiss then looked at me and said,

“You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

I blushed yet again,

“Is it that obvious?” I asked timidly.

“Oh no, sweetheart! I mean’it’s just, I’ve never seen you with a girlfriend and you act so solemn, that you couldn’t have possibly gotten any pussy and still been that sad.”

“So, I’m a good kisser?” I asked sheepishly.

“You’re the absolute best!” She beamed at me.

“The reason I am still a virgin is because the only girl I’ve ever wanted was you. I know that seemed like an impossible dream, but I always held out hope that it would someday come true.”

That she blushed at, and she pulled me in for a passionate kiss, this one was slower with more feeling, our lips and tongues explored each other’s.

I was in heaven.

She broke the kiss once more and said,

“Well, baby brother I am going to teach you anything is possible.”

She started to unfasten my belt as we continued to kiss, and then she peeled off my shirt only breaking the kiss for a split second then I started undressing her, starting with the button on her skin-tight jeans, then I pulled her shirt off, revealing her pink and black, polka dotted bra, and then she shimmied out of her pants, showing me her matching panties. My cock was hard as tungsten, the only thing left on me between my sister and my cock was my pants and boxers. So she got on her knees and shuffled over in front of me, and grabbed the waistband of both my pants and my underwear, and slid both in one yank, and then she gasped.

“OH MY GOODNESS, IT’S HUGE!”

My ego swelled a hundred fold.

“Just how big is this thing!?”

“Uh, well, the last time I measured, it was around eight and 3/4 inches, and two and a half inches wide.” I gushed.

She took it in her hand and held it like someone looks at a surprising picture on a phone, and stared in awe. I was in seventh heaven knowing my sister was praising my cock.

“Have you ever had a BJ?” She questioned, and oh, what a question.

“Well… umm… no,” I’ve never done anything with a girl but kissed, and that has been years since that last happened.’ I lamented.

“Well get ready for a blow job worth an award, because I don’t know how much longer I can keep my mouth off of this thing!”

She then placed her oh-so-pink lips on the tip, and then proceeded to wrap them around my head down to my shaft all nice and slow. She had little more that half my cock in her mouth, and continued to slurp and lick on the fraction of my cock she was content with at that moment. Then she did something that almost made me she looked up at me, it wasn’t until she did it that I found out just how hot I found it, it had me reeling. She continued to chow down on my sizeable prick then a spasm hit me, so I shouted

“Sis, I’m about to cum!”

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and said,

“Do it, cum in your dirty older sister’s slut mouth!”

Then she started to work double-time on my cock, making slurping, sloshing, and gagging noises. She started playing with my balls, and that was it, I shot five heavy ropes of cum into my sisters awaiting mouth, after I was finished, she raised her head off my cock and smiled at me with a string of cum still attached from the head of my cock to her bottom lip, and said, “Mmm… tasty! I’m lucky I have that on tap.”

With that, I slammed my head back on to the pillow and breathed heavily.

Then she said,

“Oh no mister, you’re not done by a long shot, you still have to get me off yet, baby brother! Or by the looks of that spectacular cock I should drop the “baby.”

“No, I like it when you call me your baby brother, or your little brother, it’s comforting.” I said looking into her beautiful eyes.

“Okay, baby brother, get me out of these underwear and get to work!”

First I started with her bra, and I fumbled with it, but I eventually was successful with it, and I unleashed her perfect tits. I stared in awe at them, at how round and soft her breasts were, they were topped with the cutest little nipples, and the areolas were no bigger than a nickel with nipples that stick out about an inch. I almost came just looking at how beautiful they were. I instantly latched on to them with my hands and mouth, licking them and groping them.

“Whoa, slow down tiger, you really like them don’t you?”

“My gosh sis, they’re beautiful, I’ve never seen breasts as perfect as yours!”

She smiles and says, ‘I’m glad you like them, but be a bit gentler with them please.’

So I start to caress them while I lightly suck and lick on them which causes her to moan in pleasure. After a while she lifts my head back up and starts to kiss me tenderly, and then she puts fingers under my chin and looks right into my eyes, and says,

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This is a four-part story. The next three parts will follow shortly. Early on you may wonder when I am going to get to the incest theme. Hang in – it’ll come along in future parts. The story within the story is italicized. All four parts are a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental.

Anne – Part 1

Andrew sat at his desk. The desk faced a pair of north facing, large French windows. He looked up from his desk to scan the frigid feel of the landscaped park outside his library windows. The elevated position of the house enabled him to see several kilometers in the clear air.

Winter had arrived early to the Northeast. The cold snap had frozen the small lake. A heavy dusting of snow, the first of the season, covered the rolling hills, glazed the tips of the fir and spruce trees and disguised the lake. Only the summerhouse that sat by the lake, with its bright Mondrian panels set into modernist architecture, gave a focus to the cool vista.

The envelope before him was the last piece of paper he had to deal with as the executor of his mother’s estate. He had spent the last two months dealing with numerous lawyers, accountants and bankers as well as fending off the remainder of his family – his cousins and their offspring.

His mother had accumulated a huge fortune and everyone wanted a part of it. Fortunately, the process proved to be fairly easy since his mother had spelled out the disposition of virtually everything in painstaking detail.

Her remarkable endurance as the head of the conglomerate up to the age of 92 had kept everyone on edge awaiting her departure. She only lasted two years after retiring, although the people who took over from her had doubts that she had really retired since she seemed to call all of them almost every day.

His appointment as the executor was challenged and very quickly disposed of by the courts because of the prestige that was associated with the family. Still, that still some took time. Fortunately he had time.

He was semi-retired quite young as Professor Emeritus – pushed out by the young bucks that had new ideas and technologies to explore. His seminal work on medical engineering was recognized worldwide, but the new Nano-technology that produced diagnostic robots smaller than the eye eventually shunted him aside.

Andrew looked at the envelope with his name written in the distinctive hand of his mother. It said “For Andrew’s eyes only. If Andrew is not alive to read the contents DESTROY this envelope and its contents immediately.” The flap was sealed with a red sealing-wax seal.

Andrew slit open the fat envelope with his paperknife and slid the stapled sheets of paper onto the desk. On the first page he saw the date: January 2015. He immediately remembered the summer and fall of 2014 with absolute clarity. It started him on his lifelong career and sealed his emotional fate. He started to read…

* * * * *

January 2015

Anne screamed, threw off the duvet, fled into the en-suit bathroom, slammed the door shut and locked it.

Anne never would accept the idea that she was arachnophobic, after all she he had no problem using the flexible shower head to flush away the occasional spider that found its way into the bathtub. Yet the sight of two black, and quite sizeable, spiders on the ceiling immediately over her head as she awoke in her bed caused Anne to panic.

She had an instantaneous vision of them hitching their silk to the ceiling and descending upon her and wrapping her tight in their silk. It was a fanciful idea. Anne was not totally rational at that moment.

This was the fourth time she had seen the spiders. At first she thought she would be able to handle it the next time it happened and she had calmed down, but if anything her panic was getting worse each time.

Anne peeked into the bedroom after her heartbeat had slowed. The spiders had left. She returned to the bed lay on it and looked up. Nothing there. Anne realized she had to get help; otherwise she would have to move onto the small bed in the spare bedroom, which was principally set up as her office. That would be a pain, and she would miss her queen-sized bed.

Anne set up an appointment with her doctor. She had not seen him for about three years. She hated going to the doctor. She was fit and well, and had no need. The doctor was a man in his early sixties. Old school.

She was ushered into the consulting room on time. She hated the impersonal medical rooms with their benches with stirrups and drawers for who knows what. Anne’s eyes drifted over the blood pressure equipment, the medical drawings and the charts as she waited. Dr. Wilson arrived quickly.

“Miss Kelly. I don’t think I’ve seen you şişli escort for quite some time. Before you tell me what’s wrong let me just catch up for a moment.”

Dr. Wilson turned to the computer screen and hit some keys, leant forward and squinted at the information before him. He much preferred the paper files he could open and peruse, picking and choosing the information he needed to reacquaint himself with the patient.

Anne Kelly, age 44, single, teacher, entered and exited menopause by the time she was forty. ‘Early’ he thought. Vaginal dryness and some bleeding. Hormonal treatment, continuing.

No other problems. He glanced up at Anne. She was slim, and had a good colour. Nicely proportioned and rather pretty.

“Alright. What’s your problem?”

“Spiders.”

“Spiders?”

“Yes. I am afraid of them. Arachnophobia I believe it is called.”

Dr. Wilson thought to himself, ‘This makes a change from sniffles and constipation’.

“How has this come about? Give me some background.”

Anne explained about the spiders and her panic attacks.

“What had you eaten the evening before you went to bed? Did you eat in bed?”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

Dr. Wilson just gave a slight frown in response.

Anne continued, “Nothing special. What I usually have. I’m a vegetarian – almost vegan – by way of clarification.”

“Drink?”

“No booze, if that’s what you are thinking. I may have a glass of wine a couple of times a month, but no more than that.”

“Tell me precisely what you feel when you have these attacks?”

Anne gave a clear moment-by-moment account of what she thought and felt. She was quite articulate and precise.

“I see. A panic attack.”

“What can I do?” Anne looked and felt sorry for herself.

“Do you exercise?”

“I run about 3 to 5 kilometers a week after school, two or three times a week.”

“Impressive. Very good.”

“Sleep well?”

“Yes, mainly. I go to bed early and get at least eight hours,”

“Boyfriend. I see our records as show you as unmarried.”

“No. No one at the moment. Probably the last 5 or 6 years.”

“Sexually frustrated?”

“No. Don’t think about that much these days. Really I have no significant urges.” Anne added smiling, “There are a few actors who are quite cute though.”

“That’s normal enough. As a first course of action I would suggest you, or have someone in to do this, thoroughly clean the entire bedroom – include the drapes, carpets and be sure to attend to under the bed as well. See if you can remove the problem. If the cleaning does not work bring in a reputable extermination company. Explain what you are expecting – to get rid of the spiders. Let’s see if this works first.”

“Ok. I’ll do that. Makes sense. Thank you.” Anne rose shook hands and left.

Anne was well organized. She had a professional cleaning company in the following day, and sent the drapes out to be dry-cleaned. She slept in the spare room using a sleeping bag on the bed. Two days later having retrieved and rehung the curtains and blinds she returned to her own bed. The two first nights were fine and then the third morning the spiders were back – four of them.

Anne’s panic returned and she sat shivering on the closed lavatory seat in the en suite bathroom for a good half an hour before collecting herself together.

When she got to school, on her first break between classes she looked up and made contact with an exterminator to come over that evening.

The exterminator representative was a jolly man. He seemed to enjoy his job. The more he spoke and explained the process the less comfortable Anne became. She was worried that any living thing in her house would be killed, but worse she was concerned that a residual layer of chemicals would remain in the fabric of the house forever. The persistence of the residue was a selling point that prevented a return of any pests for at least two years, on which she would get a guarantee.

Anne was, or at least believed herself to be, sensitive to chemicals in general. She ate organic, and definitely no GMO, food. She used the mildest cleaning products wearing gloves. The very thought of the chemicals in her house sent shudders though Anne. She told the representative she would think about his proposal and get back to him if she decided to go ahead. She never called him back.

This left Anne in a quandary. What to do? After the last spider event Anne once more slept in the spare room. She returned to Dr. Wilson.

The good doctor was patient with Anne, and recommended she take a desensitization course, otherwise known as aversion therapy. Dr. Wilson took time tuzla escort to explain what was involved. Anne thought the cure was worse than the complaint. In any event it was unlikely she would be able to get an appointment for several months. The office would arrange it for Anne. Anne received a call the next day that an appointment was made for a date four months hence.

Anne was at the end of her tether. She spoke with her friend, and fellow teacher, after school. She was sympathetic, but quite straightforward. “You really are seeing these spiders? They’re are really there?”

Anne was mad at her and exploded, “Of course I saw them!! You think I’d make up something like that?” Her friend calmed Anne down.

“I’ve just had an idea. You know Jamie Jones?”

“Sure. Blond. Tall. He’s in my Grade 12 art class. He’s good actually, but his creative drawings are a bit spooky. Very bright. What I call an ‘Old Soul’. A good looking lad.”

“That’s him. Yes, very good-looking. Did you know he is also a budding entomologist? He’s going into Uni with a scholarship to study bugs.”

“Ugh!”

“Right. You may say ‘Ugh’ but he may be the solution to your problem. Don’t you see he may be able to come up with a solution, or catch the little critters for you? I know he has a well-respected collection of beetles already. I know spiders are different but not SO different. Wouldn’t be any harm to ask him what he thinks about removing the spiders. He may come up with an easy solution – he’s very bright.”

So it came about that Anne spoke to Jamie after she asked him to stay after her last class of the day.

“Jamie. This is nothing to do with your artwork, which is fine, by the way. OK? I have a problem you may be able to help me with. I have some spiders at my home that have become a nuisance.”

“Oh, Miss Kelly, I love spiders. They are great. My favourites are the big hairy ones – I have a tarantula as a pet.”

Anne shuddered. “That’s interesting.”

“None of the arachnid family in this area are poisonous, but Australia has a great bunch of really dangerous critters.” Jamie spoke with great enthusiasm. “So how can I help?” Anne noticed his eyes were shining. She had never seen him so animated and realized he was a very attractive young man. Anne then recalled seeing him at the local mall with Stacey, another of her students, holding hands. He had the same look about him then, she recalled.

“Well perhaps you can come over to my house after school or at the weekend and take a look where the spiders are to be seen, and maybe tell me how to remove them. Is that possible?”

“Of course. I can come over tomorrow night.” Jamie had always thought Miss Kelly was attractive. He heard of enough stories about teachers inviting students over to their houses, to be seduced that Jamie’s imagination ran away with itself for a few moments. His healthy self-confidence allowed him to conclude Miss Kelly was attractive enough for him to play along. But he’d have to be careful; he liked Stacey too much to upset her.

“Right. What time do you have supper?”

“About six.”

“I’ll pick you up at five and return you at six. OK? I have your address – Park Avenue, backing on to golf course – right.”

“That’s it.”

“Ok. Tomorrow at five at my home. I have to run now to get the bus. Bye.” Jamie took off for the bus with his imagination going full blast.

* * * * *

Anne picked up Jamie at the time arranged. Jamie was waiting at the gates at the end of a long driveway to his parents’ large house and jumped into the passenger seat.

“Hi Miss Kelly. Right on time I see.”

“Hi Jamie, I’m always on time. It’s a good habit to get into.” Anne then pitched straight in as she drove to her house. “I’m uncertain how we are going about this, Jamie. I’ll be upfront with you, but I would appreciate your absolute confidence in this matter.”

Jamie’s ears picked up at this and he had brief flush of excitement. Anne continued, “Will you keep this to yourself?”

“Of course, Miss Kelly, but I have no idea what I am keeping in confidence, as you put it. Anyway, we are all out of school in a week, and I don’t mix with many of my schoolmates in the holidays and then I m off to University. I have a job in my father’s office for the summer.” Jamie found himself beginning to ramble. “Yes. I will keep whatever goes on as confidential, promise.”

“Can I really trust you, Jamie?”

“Yes. Cross my heart and hope to die.” Anne smiled at the childish oath. She believed him.

When they arrived at Anne’s house Jamie was full of anticipation, and was excited.

“Jamie. I am scared shitless of spiders – excuse my language.”

“That’s pendik escort it?” Jamie was bemused and could hardly get his mind around what he’d just ben told. He had expected so much more. He collected himself and followed up as best he could. “Oh. That must be awful. I love all bugs. Really love them. But I hate, and always feel sick, if I am given rice pudding. So you have a sort of rice pudding affect, I am guessing.”

“Its probably a bit more than rice pudding. My heart rate goes up and I literally panic. I am irrational for a while. I’ll show you what I do.”

Anne led Jamie up to her bedroom, which she had carefully tidied up. “When I wake in the morning and see spiders on the ceiling above me I go into full panic mode and blindly rush into the en suite bathroom and slam the door. Like this.”

Anne lay on the bed and playacted getting up in a panic rushing to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Jamie almost laughed at the action, but his broad smile was not seen behind the closed door. Opening the door, Anne then continued, “I sit in there on the toilet lid until the panic subsides. Sometimes as long a thirty minutes. Peek out at the ceiling and if clear – it always has been up to now – before returning to room.”

Not knowing what to say, “You’re in your nighty?”

Still in simulated moment of panic Anne blurted, “No just my panties – ooops TMI.” Jamie blushed, as he thought of Miss Kelly topless in just panties.

Anne looked at he student in the eyes and asked, “What can I do Jamie? Now you see why I swore you to secrecy? Any ideas?”

All Jamie could think of was being around to see the panic attack. He mumbled, ” I’m not sure. Nothing occurs to me off the top. What colour were the spiders?”

“Black.”

“How large were they – how many by the way?”

Anne showed the size with the gap between her finger and thumb, “two, three or four.”

“I need to think about this, do some research and I’ll get back to you. It’s best if I saw them, though. Do they come out any other time?”

“Don’t think so. Since they started I do not come into this room very much.”

“That’s a pity – such a nice room. Perhaps I should go.” Jamie fantasy of seeing Miss Kelly run semi naked from the bed was returning and he was beginning to feel aroused.

Anne returned Jamie home a few minutes early. On the way home Anne started to have doubts about involving a student in her personal matters. She could think of a dozen reasons why Jamie may share her secret with others. She was annoyed with herself for the most part, but a small kernel of hope remained that he may come up with a solution to her phobia.

By the time Anne arrived home she was resigned to the fact she could not reverse the fact that Jamie did now know about her fear of spiders and talked herself back to her initial assessment that he would keep her confidence.

After the last class the next day Jamie entered her classroom as she packed her briefcase with some material to grade.

“Hi Miss Kelly.”

“Hello Jamie. Solved my problem already?” Anne replied cheerfully, but with an inner knot of anxiety in her stomach. What did he want?

“Well…” the usually confident Jamie stumbled over words. Anne just looked at him as neutrally as she could muster.

“Well, do you mind if we leave our project for a month or so?” The words now came tumbling out. “I have two ideas that I need to develop but with the finals coming up and Graduation and all the work you teachers have at the end of the year with grading and all that stuff I’m not sure I can get at it, But I do have these ideas though which I want to work on to help you.” Jamie failed to mention that one of his ideas was to find a way to see Miss Kelly jumping out of bed topless.

Anne felt a rush of affection to the handsome lad standing before her “Jamie. You are spot on. My ‘project’ as you call it takes a backseat to your doing well in the final exams. You are also right that all hell breaks loose at the end of the year for us teachers. You have made a wise choice, and applaud you for it. I should not have asked you so near to the end of term. When you are ready give me a call after graduation. I am around most of the summer.”

“Oh, thank you, Miss Kelly. I thought you might be mad at me. I really do have some ideas that will take some work. In fact they would have made a good project for the science fair. By the way, what music do you like?”

The latter comment intrigued Anne, but she did not pursue it. “I like classical mainly. Sibelius, Vivaldi, Dvorak, Vaughn Williams, Some Bach, Delius. Enough? Run along now. Call me when you are ready.” Anne gave Jamie her home number.

The school year ran its usual course. Anne moved into the spare bedroom to sleep, afraid to return to her bed. The dining room table was permanently covered with her books and student work for grading.

It always took a few weeks for Anne to settle after the end of the year. She went away to a spa for a week and felt much better for it. Anne increased the frequency of her running to five times a week.

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*This story is slow building, but it’s worth it ;)*

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Zack and Ansley were always the best of friends. The siblings fought, partied, lived, and played together like normal siblings do. For the longest time as well, they were always getting closer than siblings probably should. They shared their “first kiss” together when we were just a mere nine years old, just playing around in the backyard, but they never really thought of themselves as lovers until later on…

It all began the summer when Zack turned 19 and Ansley turned 18. That summer was the beginning of trouble as their parents had left them for a luxurious Caribbean vacation, and they had to stay and housesit. Since they were normal 19 and 18 year olds, Ansley and Zack spent 99% of the time partying, and the other percent sleeping, eating, and just chilling about the house.

Now, let me tell you about the house, they were born into a blessed family, so the siblings never went without a thing unwanted. The house was a large ranch in the middle of the country, but not too far away from everything, just far away enough to get some peace and quiet when needed. It was a two-story house, with a finished basement, large garage, grand pool with a beautiful waterfall overlooking the country side. So as you can tell, they spent a lot of time outside, giving Zack and Ansley a deep all-over tan.

That summer was Ansley’s graduation summer, and Zack’s freshman year of college. Their parents left them near the beginning of the summer, right after Ansley’s graduation. Ansley was rather sad that her big older brother Zack wasn’t there to see her graduation but promised to make it up to Ansley when he could get away from college.

When Ansley heard his car pull up she was just slipping into her bikini, a rather modest one today since she knew Zack was coming into town, a bright yellow one piece with a bandeau top and a high riding bottom. Also that morning, she had shaved her pussy so it was extra smooth, and that she looked almost flawless. Ansley swept her hair back into a loose ponytail, and threw on her purple Polo hat.

Ansley stood looking out my window for a little while, watching Zack put his car into park, unbuckled, and opened his door. After she watched him get out, she slipped on a pair of super-ripped shorts and walked down the stairs, through the foyer, and out the front door to go greet him. As he was bent over getting his stuff out of the trunk, Ansley sneaked up behind him and grabbed him around the waist, giving him a tight hug from behind. At her touch, he immediately stiffened and muttered something incoherent. She released her grip as he turned around to look at me.

“Damn it Ansley, what the fuck is wrong with you?” She stepped back and looked at him and bit her lower lip, trying to hold back laughter while still trying to maintain the innocent look.

“Sorry Zack, I just was trying to give you a hug. Since when do you hate affection?” She finally said, smiling. He broke his stern look and smiled with all of his pearly whites and his light baby blue eyes that made just about every girl in town melt.

“I don’t repel affection… I just don’t like to be assaulted from the back.” He said this and immediately regretted it.

“THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!” She practically yelled, then jumped back onto him to give him another hug. This time he gave in and hugged her back, and she swore she could feel his crotch twitch a little. Ansley released him and told him that she was going to go work on my tan and cool-off a bit by the pool and that when he finished getting unpacked for him to head down so they could catch up a little.

“Damn she looks good.” Zack mumbled to himself as he watched Ansley strut away from him. He had just hugged her and already felt a little twitch and growing in his cock.. Zack quickly grabbed his things out of the car, and walked up to the steps to the place he called home.

Once he is was in his room, he had thought about his sister all the way up and his cock was aching in his shorts. He closed the door, stripped naked and started to rub the length of his long shaft maltepe escort ever so slowly. He thought back to the times that he had watched her sleep, take little peeps at her when she was getting dressed. He collapsed back on his bed, stroking all ten inches of him faster now, feeling the cum start to rise in his balls. He jerked hard one more time, and he felt his hot sticky cum spurt in the air, on his toned stomach, and muscular thighs. He cleaned himself up quickly, and dug around to find his swim trunks.

Downstairs, Ansley was laying on a float in the pool, trying to stay as dry as possible. She was also a little horny and wet from the cock twitching experience from her brother. Was that really from me? She thought as her fingers caressed the sides of her thighs and as they involuntarily parted, she moaned. She knew if she was going to do this, it’d have to be quick.

Ansley took a quick peek around to check if Zack was near, then pulled her bathing suit bottom to the side, and concentrated furiously on her clit. She arched her back and moaned, it had been a while since she had gotten herself off, and she knew it wouldn’t take long.

Zack headed down the stairs in his trunks, and heard someone or something moaning. As he turned the corner into the kitchen, he saw his little sister lying on the float with her back arched and her fingers between her legs. This site caused an all too familiar twitching in his crotch and he involuntarily reached down and rubbed his fast growing and aching member. As he watched his sister get herself off, he suddenly felt a little guilty watching her, knowing that he would be angry at her if she saw him. But he couldn’t take his eyes off her, now her eyes closed tight, mouth open, one hand rubbing the hard nipple through the thin fabric and a hand furiously moving between her toned thighs. Suddenly she stopped, twitched, arching her back a little more, finally collapsed back onto the float, breathing hard and deep.

Damn! Thought Ansley as she composed herself back onto the float, that was so good. Her breathing came back to normal as her climax-induced high brought her back to earth. She looked over at the door, and she saw Zack walking into the backyard, his swim trunks a little low so she could see his finely chiseled body. She turned her head and smiled as she slowly paddled herself back to the side of the pool as he got near.

“You need some help?” Zack said in his all too loving brotherly voice. She smiled up at him, but then thought back to all those times that he had said that and thrown her into the pool. She looked up at him with her big doe eyes, and replied

“No, I got it.” Zack looked down at her, seeing as her top was a little disheveled, and he swore he could see a wet spot over the top of the fabric between her legs. He watched her lift herself out of the pool, and then sit on the edge of one of the pool recliners around the deck. She turned her back to him as she fixed her towel on her chair, and then laid back and looked at him and smiled.

“Take a picture would ya?” Ansley said jokingly. Zack smiled at her comment, and thought about it for a moment. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he took a seat on the recliner next to her.

“So how have you been?” Zack reached for the tanning oil on the table between them to put some on his shoulders, stomach, and legs.

“I’ve been good, well I would’ve been better if you could’ve came to my graduation.” She replied with her little girl voice. Zack sighed and replied,

“You know I couldn’t make it, I had my finals. I told you I’d make it up to you.” He set the tanning oil back on the table.

“I know, I know.” Ansley said as she grabbed the tanning oil back off the table and started applying it. As she struggled to reach her back, big brother Zack got up and took the oil from her, squirted a little in his hand and slowly rubbed it into her back. She smiled back at him as she lifted her hair out of his way. He finished, looking at the sexy small of her back, and the delicate curve of her bottom on manavgat escort the fold of the chair. He set the oil back down, and laid back on the chair. They stayed like this until the sun started hiding between the clouds and they heard a distant clap of thunder.

“Zack? Was that thunder?” Ansley asked in almost a whisper.

“Yeah I think so, you want to go in?” Zack replied, noticing that his little sister was still as afraid of storms as she had been since she was little. He stood up, picked up the tanning oil, and started to walk inside with Ansley following close behind.

“Do you think it would be okay if I took a quick shower to get the sticky tanning oil off me?” Ansley asked.

“If you make it quick, I think I might take one too.” Zack replied to his little sister as they headed their separate ways upstairs to their bathrooms. Ansley and Zack showered quickly and put on their comfy clothes.

Ansley put on a tight pink tank top, white lacy bra, and a loose pair of girl-boxers. As she was about to head downstairs, she passed her brothers room, he wasn’t dressed yet and his door was cracked. She held her breath, and quieted her walking as she threw her morals out for a minute as she peeked into her big brothers room. He was naked, and facing away from her, she had to hold her hand to her mouth as he turned to face the door. His cock was hard, and was huge! She looked at his size, and then back to his face, and was just in awe. Her mouth seemed to water with every bounce of his cock. As he started walking toward the door, she snapped back into reality and walked quickly down the hall, and down the stairs. Her heart was pounding as she made her way back down into the kitchen. She screamed when a loud clap of thunder sounded close. Zack heard her scream, and quickly tugged on his boxers and forced his hard cock down into them as he practically ran down the stairs to go see his little sister.

Ansley was sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels on their movie-theater style living room when her brother came down the stairs.

“Ansley? You okay?” Zack asked, genuinely concerned.

“Oh yeah.” Ansley replied, a little embarrassed at herself. She turned red as she saw her brother just standing there in his boxers.

“Hey come here, lets watch a movie!” Ansley said. Zack slowly made his way to the couch and sat on the opposite side of his sister, who looked gorgeous as she sat with her long curly blonde hair and no makeup curled up on the couch. Ansley then got up, pulled one of the big fleece blankets onto her and he sat by her brother, laying her head on his chest. Zack breathed softly, feeling the cold strands of her hair and soft fragrance from her shampoo. She reached up and handed him the remote to him.

“Go ahead, you pick.” Ansley said as she slid her fingers down to her brothers thigh, and rubbed his thigh softly with her fingertips. Zack looked down at her with cautious eyes, and then the rain started pouring as another loud roll of thunder hit that seemed to make the house shake. With that, Ansley buried her head deep in his crotch, softly breathing onto his cock, and rubbing her cheek unknowingly. Zack looked back down and Ansley turned bright red as she lifted her head back up.

“Sorry Zack, you know that storms scare the shit out of me.” Ansley said quietly.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Zack replied with a smile, as he reached down to massage her shoulders with his strong hands. Ansley then straightened up, and pushed her back into his, and let him continue to massage her. Zack then slid his hands down the sides of her arms, and then back up around her neck. He took a risk, leaned forward, and softly kissed the sensitive side of her neck.

“Oooohh.” Ansley replied, and Zack took this as a chance to go on. Zack slowly reached his hands down to her stomach, and rubbed it softly, then rubbed her soft tits through her tank top. He leaned forward and continued to kiss her neck, then back up to nibble on her soft earlobe, then back to her neck. She continued şişli escort to moan as Zack slipped his hand down the front of her tank top, and found her little but hard nipple and began to rub and massage it gently. Ansley tilted her head back onto her brothers chest, and let his hands work magic on her.

Zack slowly pulled off Ansley’s tight tank top, and softly undid her bra, admiring the soft beauty of it, but it was still innocent, like Ansley herself. He returned his hands back to the soft breasts that perfectly matched Ansley.

Ansley moaned and knew that she should be making him feel as good as she was feeling right now. She leaned up on his chest a little, giving her some room to reach her little hand down to his cock, that was pushing its way up through his boxers. She pushed his boxers down past his cock and balls, and he moaned in a soft response. She placed her little hand around the tip of his cock, and then started to stroke the length that she found.

“Oh shit Ans.” Zack moaned as he pinched her nipple hard. Ansley looked back at her older brother and smiled as she reached up and gave him a little peck on the lips. She then got down onto the floor and told him to lie down on the space in front of her. He did as she said, as he cock was standing proud away from his body. Her eyes grew big and her mouth watered from seeing it this close. She looked up at Zack with big doe eyes, and then kissed the swollen head of his cock. He groaned and tilted his head back as she began to lick all over his cock.

Up, down, balls, up, down. Zack couldn’t even look up at his sister he was in ectasy. She then tried to deepthroat his long length, but only was able to take about seven inches. Zack moaned at the feeling of his cock going deeper and deeper inside his little sisters mouth. If he was going to do anything else with her, he’d better stop now or he was going to cum all over that pretty face, and he had already cum once today. He pulled her off of him and she reluctantly did so.

“Lay exactly the way I was.” Zack said hoarsely, his cock a little cold from leaving the warmth of his little sisters mouth and all the spit that she had left on it.

Ansley did as Zack told her, assuming the same position he had just seconds before. Zack wasted no time digging into her soft, shaven pussy and licking and tasting her sweet warmth. Ansley moaned and squirmed in pleasure, her clit aching. She thought back to a game that they used to play when they were little, “kiss me”. She smiled, and moved her hand down to her clit, and whispered kiss me there. Zack smiled at the reference to there childhood game, but happily complied as he flicked and kissed her sensitive clit as she whimpered and moaned in pleasure. While he was slurping and sucking on her clit, he reached down and stuck two fingers into her sweet pussy, her warmth and tightness making his cock twitch hard. He then started to lap up her juices as they flowed. Ansley twitched hard one time, then said,

“Ohhh fuck Zack, that feels so good, I’m goin-” She wasn’t even able to finish her sentence her climax hit her so hard. She convulsed as Zack sucked and cleaned her delicate little pussy all up, but making sure to keep some for what was about to come.

Ansley looked up at Zack, and gave him a nod of unspoken consent. Zack, got up onto his knees, aimed his hard throbbing cock at her little pussy, and slowly pushed it in.

“Damn Ansley, your so tight.” Zack moaned as he pushed in deeper, inch by inch. Ansley groaned and moaned in pleasure-pain as she felt her pussy being stretched to the max by his huge member. When Zack finally pushed all the way into her, he pulled out quickly and began thrusting. He grunted and Ansley moaned, and he reached down to rub her throbbing clit. Ansley closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation as her big brothers cock thrusted deep into her canal. Ansley moaned to her brother,

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” Zack nodded and hoarsely whispered back,

“Me too.” With that, he started pumping into her like crazy, more obsessed with cumming now than trying to remember. As his first thick rope hit deep inside her little pussy, he grunted, and left his cock there, as her little pussy went into spasms, milking his cock for all that it was worth. They laid there, his cock still in her, him on top of her, and laying and cuddling, where they fell asleep and awoke the next morning, cum covered, and spent.

* Part 2? Only if wanted 😉 *

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I have two sisters, and they’re both bitches. I’m eighteen, and my sisters are one and two years older than me. Somehow they became accustomed to teasing me about jacking off. Marin, the younger of the two, walked in on me jerking it. She barged into my room without knocking, and I was naked on my bed really getting into it. She began laughing and hurried out of the room. I was so embarrassed, and it was pretty obvious by the double laughter that ensued that she had told my other sister, Rena.

From then on, they always smiled wickedly at me, and joked with me whenever it was even remotely appropriate. They kept it under control around our parents, but if the three of us were home alone, I just wanted to lock myself in my room. But then they would just tease me even more about being alone with myself. I always stood up to them, but two against one always wore me down. So when I had enough of letting them tease me, I began playing along with them.

If they started teasing me about jacking off, I would agree with them that I had indeed been jacking off, every single time they joked at me. I would describe in detail my masturbation practices. At first, they were always turned off, and I thought they had finally grown tired of teasing me. Especially when I would talk about how much I ejaculated. They would always wrinkle their noses and leave me alone.

However, one day Rena made a quip about me being selfish or something, and that “apparently that’s what self-love does to you”. Another of her endless masturbation jokes. I was quick to respond about how loving yourself was better than being with a bitch, or something lame like that. Rena turned her nose up at me and walked away.

Marin, however, kind of laughed.

“Geez, Rena is a bitch, isn’t she?”

“What? You’re just as bad.”

Marin smiled. “I know, but we’re just having fun with you.”

I felt like poking some fun at her. “Maybe you wish you got it as good from your hand as I do from mine.”

Marin laughed. “What makes you think I don’t?”

I just stared at her. “Don’t even tell me you frig yourself, and then tease me about doing it.”

Marin glanced around, in case our parents were nearby. Everyone was going to bed, and our parents were in the next room.

“Let’s talk in your room,” Marin said, pulling me into my room.

She closed the door, and sat on my bed. It was odd for her to be so warm towards me.

“There’s nothing wrong with masturbating,” Marin blurted. “We just like to tease you about it because it kind of turns us on.”

The thought of my sisters getting off with me in mind was kind of arousing. I had never really thought about izmir escort my sisters having sexual thoughts or masturbating. It was always one of those things that you knew happened, but you never thought about. Now it was all I could think about.

“Rena frigs herself too?” I asked.

Marin nodded.

“Wait, how do you know for sure?” I asked.

Marin smiled. “Because I’ve seen her. We watch each other.”

I suddenly felt my dick pressing against my pants. I had to sit down on the bed and cover my lap to hide it. Marin enjoyed teasing me like this.

“Really?” I asked, very interested. “Why?”

Marin shrugged. “It gets us going. We’re not lesbo or anything, we just get off having someone watch us.”

“If you’re not a lesbo, then why do you have your sister watch you instead of your brother?”

Marin cocked her head. “Because sisters share everything. Besides, we might be tempted to have sex.”

Somehow that almost made me shoot off in my pants. Marin caught a quick glimpse of my erection straining under my pants, and smiled.

“We should just agree that we won’t have sex, just watch each other,” I said. “Besides, we can’t do it without protection anyway.”

Marin hesitated, and then shrugged. “Okay. So we don’t fuck, just masturbate.”

Hearing my sister swear, especially that wonderful word, really got me off. I waited until she started taking off her clothes. I took my shirt off, and she did too. She didn’t wear a bra under her nightshirt. After she pulled the shirt over her head, she nervously tossed it aside and let me stare at her tits. I tried not to stare, but seeing her tits was really nothing compared to watching her finger her pussy.

I took my short off next, and sat in my boxers. My erection was so obvious I might as well be naked. So while she took her panties off, I took my boxers off.

There we sat, naked and staring at each others’ bodies. We made eye contact finally and Marin sheepishly smiled.

“It’s pretty big,” she said, her eyes falling back down to my dick. “Have you measured it?”

I swallowed, never before having exposed myself to a girl. “Seven inches.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Really? I never thought seven inches would look so good.”

I blushed, and my cock twitched, to Marin’s surprise. She giggled. I leaned back, letting her get a good look at my balls too.

“Well, what do you want to do now?” she asked.

“This is the part where we masturbate, right?” I said.

She nodded. “Okay. We don’t have to be embarrassed, since we’re both after the same thing. One of the things Rena and kahramanmaraş escort I were always nervous about was cumming in front of each other. But after we did it, everything was cool.”

The thought of my sisters masturbating in front of each other really got me going. I instinctively grabbed my dick and tugged at it. Marin took that as a sign to start, and her fingers found her pussy. I watched her trace her slit all around, and she played with her clit a bit. When her hand began fondling her tit, I lost myself in my own self-love.

I jerked it good, and Marin kept up with my pace. She began frantically rubbing her pussy, spreading her lips for me to see. I couldn’t stop wanking myself, and I knew I was going to cum soon. From Marin’s breathing and bucking, she was too.

“Do you want to cum at the same time?” I asked, gritting my teeth.

Her eyes rolled back into her head. “You’d better hurry then!…Eeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!”

Marin came so loud I was sure someone would hear us. But in a moment I went over the edge and let loose into the air. I shot up pretty high, and it fell back down on me and some of it shot onto Marin’s arm, which was busy rubbing her pussy. I came a lot, and our orgasms both settled until we were left panting.

I watched Marin rub my semen on her arm. She smiled, feeling the texture.

“You came a lot,” she said. “And it’s so thick!”

I just stared at her. Our eyes were locked for a few moments, until she finally got up and stretched. I got a fabulous look at her naked body. She smiled at me.

“That was fun,” she said. “You were right, it was better having you watch me. It really turned me on having your dick to look at.”

“Are you going to tell Rena?” I asked, worried a bit.

Marin shook her head. “I don’t want her to get jealous. Besides, I can tell you all of the things we do together.”

The thought made my dick twitch. I cleaned myself off, while Marin put her clothes back on.

“Do you want to keep doing this?” I asked her.

She glanced at my naked body, contemplating it for a moment. Then she smiled at me.

“Yeah.”

I grew nervous all of a sudden. “You know, I’m a virgin.”

Marin paused. “I am too.”

“Really?”

Marin sighed. “Somehow that makes me feel better, knowing we’re both the same. Rena isn’t, she’s had sex quite a few times.

“Rena’s a slut?” I asked. “That’s too perfect.”

“The temptation to fuck is going to be stronger for us.”

“What do you mean?”

“Neither of us has had sex, so we both want to know what it’s like. And if manavgat escort we’re both really horny, we might just go for it in the heat of the moment.”

“Then we should plan for that,” I said.

“How?” Marin asked.

“We should have sex.”

Marin looked at me oddly. “We can’t.”

“We’re just going to frustrate ourselves by masturbating. If we just have sex once, then we won’t be tempted later on.”

Marin thought for a moment. “You’re going to have to pull out, since we don’t have any protection.”

“So you want to?” I asked.

Marin nodded excitedly. “Yeah, it’ll be great.”

“When? Tomorrow?”

Marin shook her head. “Tonight. But later.”

I was surprised she wanted to do it so soon. But I wasn’t going to argue.

“Come to my room after midnight. We’ll have to be quiet.”

I nodded, and she smiled before leaving.

I had to wait for about an hour for midnight to come. I laid on my bed with a full erection thinking about Marin’s sweet body. I couldn’t believe I had just masturbated with her, and now I was going to fuck her! When midnight finally came, I quietly went from my room to Marin’s.

I was careful to close the door quietly behind me. Marin was naked on her bed, and I approached her without saying anything. She didn’t say anything either, our eyes were fixed on each other. I laid on top of her, my dick pressing against her stomach. I grinded my groin into her, and we both moaned. I kissed her on the lips, and we wrestled each other’s tongues for a while until we were ready to fuck.

I moved myself into position and spread her pussy lips with my cock. I slowly entered her, and savored the feeling of filling her up. I broke through her hymen with only a gasp from her. I began fondling her tits eagerly, while she ran her fingers up and down my back.

“I’m cumming,” she whispered into my ear.

She threw her head back and silently cried out, holding me tightly to her body. She kissed me as she came down from her orgasm, and I could only give her a few more thrusts before my own orgasm came. I withdrew from her and aimed my dick at her chest. I grunted as I released thick jets of semen onto her body. I covered her stomach, and managed to tag her breasts too. She was delighted to receive my cum all over her.

We kissed for a while, and eventually we nodded off. I awoke early the next morning, and I hurried back to my room. The next day, Marin and I kept our sibling distance, until she pulled me aside and told me Rena wanted to masturbate with her. They both went into Rena’s room and I entertained thoughts of them pleasuring themselves with each other. Somehow I had to have Rena too. I wasn’t even sure Marin and I would have sex again since we had agreed to do it only once. But if we were all in on it, then things would be more open, and Rena wasn’t a virgin anyways so she would have protection.

Marin and Rena emerged from the room after a while, and Marin flashed me a smile. I decided to enlist her help in taking Rena.

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This is a story of fantasy, fiction, the characters aren’t real, and any similarities are pure coincidental. I love feedback — Thanks Jack

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It was late on Friday night when I was coming home from another disappointing party I had one of the biggest surprises of my life. Let me tell you a little about me before I get started. My name is Dean, I was 18, 6 feet, light brown eyes and dirty blonde hair. Personality wise I was very social and got laid when I could and always suffering from the perversion of my mind.

My sister Jessica is a looker 19 long dark hair, hazel eyes and had a killer smile that could always brighten a room. She was always a free spirited girl and never stuck with sports or activities, even though she was pretty good in them. My parents we understanding in our choices and pretty much understood our opinions, my sister on the other had got bored pretty easy. Body wise I am not blind my sis was 5’5 gorgeous ass and 36 c rack, growing up with her made puberty hard especially when you are stuck at home and you have a hot girl walking around with a tight t-shirt and booty shorts acting like its nothing while I transition through a state where everything gets me going and I’m beating my meat 24/7, so yes she was a fantasy.

I usually don’t get home till 3 in the morning, especially on weekends like these, when our parents go off for the weekend and my sis and I have the house to us. After grabbing a beer from the kitchen I crept up the stairs to probably end up watching a movie and passing out. When I reached the top of the stairs just before I entered my room I saw that my sisters door was cracked a bit so I decided to say hi and have a little small talk, but as I approached I could hear murmurs and knew she was not alone, little did I know it was much more than that.

As I pushed open the door slightly there was my sister in all her glory standing fucking her best friend Chelsea over her bed! It was the most exotic thing I have ever seen in my life.

“FUCK me Jess!” was all I could hear from Chelsea’s in between moans of being pleasured. She had one of the sexiest looks of pain and pleasure. “No…” zonguldak escort was the next thing she moaned.

“What do you want?” my sister asked and teased as I just then noticed the huge strap on my sister was teasing her hole with.

“Put your hard cock back in my ass…” she moaned and begged “I need to cum, please… I’m so close!”

My sister had a smile of knowing she had what she wanted, control. Without waiting she penetrated her best friend’s ass and resumed the playing.

What’s a guy to do at such a rare occasion so I did what I did without thinking; I dropped my shorts and started stroking my cock, as my sister kept rhythm with her.

I knew I wouldn’t last long especially since my sister picked up her pace and started smacking Chelsea’s ass. “Take it you dirty slut!” Was the last line to push me over the edge, my knee’s got weak and grabbed the door way to keep balance. It was the biggest load of my life and it went all on her door. As I composed myself I noticed my sis looking in my direction with a smirk on her face, caught in a trance she picked up pace while keeping eye contact with me.

Our stare is interrupted by the cry of Chelsea “I’m Cumming!” her body shakes and her body goes limp as her orgasm washed over her. If she looked back up at the door I was already gone back to my room.

I waited in my room till I heard them both go downstairs for me clean up the door, as I was cleaning it I noticed that the streak of liquid that a line as if someone moved their finger through it, as I cleaned the stain I decided to grab another beer.

As I was standing at the fridge door I noticed a cucumber on the shelf, my mind flashed back to the device my sister demolished her friend with, and why was I getting aroused.

“Did you enjoy the show?” I was scared shitless to see my sis in her robe with her arms folded.

“Hey, sorry about…”

“Don’t worry about it…” my sister interrupted “I should of closed my door.” we kept eye contact like we did upstairs, it wasn’t awkward, it was knowing silence.

“Are you a lesbian?” I just had to know.

“No!” fethiye escort she immediately replied “I just love experimenting and having fun and Chelsea loves getting fucked in the ass.”

“Thanks! I was just curious that’s all.” I cut her off.

“No need to get all defensive because you don’t know the pleasures of branching out!” she snapped.

“Whatever.” I said running upstairs leaving before the conversation got any more awkward.

By the time I got upstairs I was pretty heated, her telling me that I don’t know how to branch out! As soon as I got to my bed I realized I ran up the stairs with the cucumber still in my hand, and as a horny teenager my mind once again drifted to my previous thoughts, my naked sister and her hard tool.

One thing led to another and I was stroking my cock wondering how could all that fit into Chelsea’s ass being mine was small, and then it got me to wonder if it was true of guys actually enjoying anal stimulation. Now I am the furthest from being gay but with all that happened tonight I just said fuck it and tried but it wouldn’t go in, the stimulation was helping so I kept the pressure of the cucumber on my ass as I stroked my cock thinking about my sister.

Here I am on my back, legs up beating my meat with a cucumber that won’t go in and I forget to lock the door!

“Am I interrupting something?” my sister asks standing in the door way in her robe as I leap off the bed onto the floor throwing myself in a curl on my knee’s to cover most of my shame. “Well well…” my sister says as she slowly approaches me.

As I look up I probably had the most shocked expression on my face as my sister’s robe was open and hanging from her legs was the beast that took down Chelsea. I could only stare. “Jessie … what…” I didn’t have words.

Not caring about my nakedness any more I straightened my back and made eye contact, she had a look I never seen from her, it was lust.

Still having eye contact she stopped, right in front of me, I couldn’t take the anticipation I glanced noticing the strap-on was right in front of me. My alanya escort throat went dry as I couldn’t take my eyes away from how big it was. My stare is broken when she touches my head and pulls me closer.

“Suck it…” she whispers, she follows with “…suck my COCK!” grabbing my attention I make eye contact and opened my mouth. As I wrapped my lips around her hard cock I was consumed by lust seeing my sister’s beautiful eyes and perfect tits from below.

She was moaning as she looked down on me while tweeting her nipples “you’re such a good slut, water it up real good.”.

I was lost, I never dreamed of doing this but always saw how my girlfriends did it and how I wanted it, something about the way she was treating me made me lose control and I picked up my pace of sucking, I was a slut, her slut.

“Enough!” she states “be a good boy and turn over…”. I knew what was coming, I knew deep down I wanted to try it, so eventually I lean over the bed just as I seen Chelsea do no more than 3 hrs ago.

“What do you want?” my sister asks while smacking my ass.

“Please go slow…” I whimper.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT…? SLUT!?” she asks again more impatiently.

“Please fuck me?” I ask, hearing a smirk slip from her lips.

“Relax…” she says as she slowly tries to penetrate without success.

“mmmmm…. awww..” escapes as she continuously tries to penetrate my virgin asshole. I felt so dirty with my ass so high in the air.

“I guess we are just going to have to go with plan B” she says with irritation “it will only hurt for a bit” before I could get a word in she slams her cock all the way in me, it felt like she tore my asshole. I couldn’t help but scream as my whole body was against the bed. I don’t know what consumed her but she didn’t stop there she just kept fucking me.

“Take it bitch!” she moaned as she fucked me. She was an animal as she picked up her pace. “I’m cummmmmmmiiing!!” she moans as she falls on my back, still slamming me with her cock. I don’t know if it was her tits on my back, the way she treated me like a slut, the fact that she was my sister or my ass but I came so hard without touching my cock, it was so intense I almost blacked out.

About 5 minutes of her just lying on me she kisses the back of my head, pulls out her cock and walks for the door.

“See branching out is fun!” she said while closing the door.

Too tired to move I pass out thinking about other ways to branch out with my sis.

To be cont’d

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