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A Night Out

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Struggling to think, my arms shaking with effort to support myself, I could only moan as I felt the cock in my ass slide in and out of me tantalisingly slow. Mistress Carla, my partner and world, smiled behind me as she watched my futile attempts at trying to cum. For years she had enjoyed thrusting her collection of cocks inside of me, and knew exactly how to force an orgasm out of my willing, desperate little hole.

However, it also meant she knew how not to…

I whimpered, wanting to bed and plead with her for an orgasm, but my words couldn’t formulate in my mind. Every attentive power I possessed was focused on her cock, her beautifully thick cock, slowly and carefully penetrating me, a gentle rub over my g-spot. I could feel how close I was, the eagerness tingling in the tip of my caged clit, straining against the 3D printed bars that had encased it off and on for years now.

Trapped under her control, feeling those strong and dominant hands grip and rub my ass, I could only moan, succumbing to her power. We both knew how I adored being her toy, her plaything, her pet. How I blushed excitedly every time she called me her good girl. How eager I was to show off for her, regardless of how humiliated I felt. Despite the desperate need for an orgasm I felt surging through my body, I knew deep down that was no longer something I had or wanted control over.

Mistress Carla pushed her cock deep inside of me, feeling her body heat against my ass, shivering as I yet again came so close. She reached between my legs, rubbing my excited clit as I whimpered, feeling the straining and futile attempt it constantly made to escape its pink prison. Satisfied with the state she had fucked me into, Mistress gently pulled out, leaving me on the bed with my ass high in the air, gaping and wishing to be filled once more.

Stripped of her temporary cock, she quickly slid a plug inside of me, sighing as I felt that familiar feeling of fullness return. Leaning against the headboard, she pulled me to her chest, running hands through my hair as I melted into her strong form, trying and failing to ignore my clit. Her wandering hands made that even less possible, as she rubbed and squeezed my cage, bringing glistening fingers to my lips. I was tormented with the taste of the orgasm denied to me once more, greedily sucking her clean as she kept the aching in my clit to a constant pulse.

“Don’t worry, baby girl,” Mistress Carla said, that soft whisper so close to my ear, “I’ll let you cum soon enough. We just need you to be nice and desperate for our date Friday.” I blushed, still unable to formulate any words, leaning against her for support. She had been teasing me about a ‘surprise’ date night, something she held over me about once a month. I always enjoyed being feminine for her to some degree, but nights like these were my favourite.

She’d spend hours getting us both ready, ensuring everything was exactly how she imagined it. Dresses, heels, albeit mine were always far more feminine, Mistress would drag me into all sorts of trouble. Sometimes it was dancing, drinks with friends, even just a games night. One of her favourite pastimes was finding men for me to suck, often holding me in place between her legs, watching as I looked up at both of them, being a good girl. I liked sucking cock well before I met my Mistress, but doing it for her…was on an entirely new level of excitement!

After letting me cool off from her slow, teasing fuck, Mistress gently tapped my nose with one finger. Our little fun sign that she had a need for my tongue, regardless of what I was in the middle of. I could be in the middle of cooking dinner, halfway through watching a hockey game, or even sound asleep, that meddlesome finger would tap away, and I’d instinctively sink to my knees like her good girl.

Still floating in subspace, I giggled as I slowly slid down her body, kissing as I went. Mistress Carla smiled, a happy sigh escaping her lips as she spread her legs slightly, welcoming her good girl in between them, a hand firmly embedded in my hair as my tongue found her clit. Soon I heard her moaning above me, gripping me tightly as I licked and sucked exactly how I had been taught. Like my Mistress, I too knew exactly what she liked, wanted, and needed.

As she came for the first time, shaking as she held me down against her pussy, I moaned along with her. There was something about giving an orgasm to someone who denied your own, to feeling my clit aching at the injustice, watching her breath heavily as she enjoyed what had been teased and stolen from me. Mistress smiled seeing the fire in my eyes below her, the desperation I felt watching her cum, the tightness in my clit as it strained once more.

Sighing contently, she pushed me back down, moaning once more through my licks and sucking, using my tongue to her heart’s content. Eventually she relented, breathing heavily as I was pulled up to her chest once more, smiling down at her good girl. I blushed, whimpering as my clit ached desperately Belek travesti watching her cum over and over, listening to her happy praises wash over me.

Mistress gently brushed a hand through my hair, listening to the tiny whimpers of frustration leaving my lips, every so often leaning down to kiss my forehead. I hugged her tightly, finally able to fall asleep in her arms, welcomed by my tormented dreams as I imagined Mistress’ big cock forcing every drop of cum I had out of my body.

Waiting for Friday felt like an eternity.

The next night I donned my pink maid outfit, ensuring everything was in place exactly how she wished, mincing my way around the apartment. Mistress watched with hunger in her eyes as I cleaned, barely paying attention to the book resting in her lap. Always one to play, I made sure to give extra care to all the things around her, bending over seductively every chance I could. If she was going to keep me denied, frustrated, and on edge, then I was happily going to be a brat about it!

However all my charade earned me was a place over her lap, replacing the book she had abandoned, a constant mix of moans and cries as she reddened my ass with a sound spanking. At least that night I had something other than the aching strain of my clit to keep me company. But each night leading up to her surprise I was left in the same state, whimpering against her chest as I tried to fall asleep, the need reinforcing itself and building up inside of me.

When Friday finally arrived, we both were a bit giddy getting home from work. Mistress gave me nothing but an apron to cook with, the soft fabric teasing my poor clit as I tried to focus. She was in and out of our room, making preparations, pausing only to wander into the kitchen, pinning me to the counter for a flurry of rubbing, teasing, and kissing. My mind was a fog of sexual energy, wanting nothing more than to be taken by her then and there.

But my torment was not yet over, cleaning up dinner as she disappeared once more. Eventually I was called to the bathroom, sitting me down for my transformation. Mistress gently placed the blonde wig on my head, brushing and setting it to her liking. Bangs brushed my forehead, already feeling myself fall into my more feminine persona, staring up at her longingly as she began applying mascara, lashes, lipstick, blush, and concealer. Mistress Carla wasn’t one for make-up, but she adored turning me into her little doll.

Sitting in front of the mirror, the strong arms of the woman I loved carefully holding me still, I had to admit I adored it as well.

As she playfully tickled my nose with the brush for a final time, Mistress moved away so I could see her handiwork in the mirror. I gasped, always amazed at what she could turn me into, far more feminine in my mind than reality. But there I was, her pretty girl for the evening, my hair framing my face perfectly. Each time she did this reveal I had to fight back my tears, not wanting to ruin all her hard work. Mistress carefully cupped my chin, kissing my newly made red lips deeply.

“Are you ready to be my good girl for the evening, Rory?” Eagerly I nodded, enthralled with my lover, owner, Mistress, and partner. She smiled, her eyes showing a mischievous glint, as the rest of my attire had yet to be spoiled. Taking my hand, she led me into our bedroom, soon resting a hand on her shoulder as she slid stockings up my shaved legs, shivering from the sensation. My poor clit was already in wondrous agony, straining desperately as I was turned into the perfect woman for my Mistress.

A corset with built-in garters, one of our collective favourite pieces for me, helped give a more feminine form, as well as keeping my stockings nice and snug. The snug feeling around my waist, the straps digging into my thighs all evening, all of which just enhanced exactly how I wished to feel for my Mistress. She took a few teasing photos of me, forced into poses, never knowing exactly how many people she showed them to.

I moaned as she walked behind me, running her hands up and down my stockings, playfully snapping at my straps. The only consolation to how desperate I felt, was knowing just how eager my Mistress was as well. I could feel it in her touch, the excited energy built up between us, the promise of an unforgettable evening. The desire in her eyes as she stared into mine was intoxicating. With a smirk, she pulled away, moving slowly towards the closet.

With a dramatic reveal (which was mostly her waving her arms in front of the closet like a dork), Mistress Carla pulled out my dress for the evening, and for the second time I gasped in surprise.

I had several dresses she had purchased for nights like this, often tweaking them to fit my bigger form. But this one was new, and I immediately loved it. A flowing black skirt, with multiple tiers showing transparency in the silky fabric, unable to stop myself running a hand up and down it with glee as Mistress held it out for me.

A Belek travestileri belt of spandex held the skirt to the top of the dress, a perfect juxtaposition from the gold, glittery top. No sleeves, the neckline coming right to the top, perfect for girls like me who only had access to ‘temporary’ breasts. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, the light bouncing beautifully off of the sparkles and flecks of gold. Mistress giggled seeing my excitement, leaving me to gawk as she fitted my bra and boobs in place, hugging me from behind as they were clipped in place.

“It’s…it’s beautiful Mistress.” I could barely contain my excitement, eager to try it on. Mistress Carla smiled behind me, gently kissing my neck, squeezing my exposed ass as I moaned against her body.

“Just a few more things and then I will let you try it on, baby girl.” I whined impatiently at her, but she simply playfully spanked my ass, taking out a pink princess plug and some lube. Gripping my ankles, I bent over as requested, groaning as she effortlessly slid it inside of me, sitting comfortably right against my g-spot. Each step would send jolts of excitement through my body, especially in the heels she planned for me to wear.

Sliding a pair of silky panties up my legs, just barely sliding between my asscheeks, clit now snugly held in place. Satisfied, Mistress held the dress out in front of me to step into, watching me brimming with excitement as it slid up my body, the light fabric of the skirt already teasing my nylon covered legs. Feeling her zip it shut, trapped in for the evening, I couldn’t help but giggle, twirling around to see how the skirt flared around me, only to return to its original shape.

I felt like a princess.

Mistress watched my giddy excitement, a giant smile plastered on my face. I playfully pranced up and down our bedroom, unable to stop myself from swishing back and forth. She finally put a stop to my shenanigans, needing to add some matching gold earrings and glittering heels. I squealed with excitement as she slid them on my feet, feeling complete and ready for whatever she had in store for me.

Finished getting me ready, Mistress had me help her into her own dress, a deep red that seemed to hug every part of her. No heels, no nylons, and very little make-up, I whimpered as she finalised her look in the mirror. The dress showed off her strong legs, exposed shoulders and toned arms, leaving me only slightly drooling from the wondrous sight of her.

Walking towards me, placing a hand on my fake breasts, Mistress showed me one final surprise for the evening. Taking my wrist, she calmly wrapped a beautiful thin gold chain around me, clicking the clasp shut. I giggled, gently playing with the tiny lock hanging off of it. She smiled, holding my hand in both of hers.

“I figured you could use a reminder through the evening of your status. You know, as my locked little slut.” I rolled my eyes at her, failing to hide my smile.

“I think this dress will make a reminder of my cage unnecessary Mistress!” She smiled, shrugging innocently, her hands never leaving mine. Moving them to my waist, I rested my arms around her neck, feeling beautiful in her arms as she pulled me close. I towered over her in my heels, yet her demeanor always made me feel utterly small, left a submissive mess in her presence.

Mistress gripped me tighter, pulled in and pressed right against her, moaning softly as she stared deeply into my eyes. One hand made its way underneath my chin, gently pulling me down to her lips. She whispered right against my mouth, feeling her hot breath against my skin.

“Are you ready to be my good girl tonight?” I whimpered, pulled in so tightly against her. Staring into those beautiful eyes, the eyes that I could ensure I did whatever she requested, I nodded softly. Smiling, Mistress raised herself up onto her toes, planting a soft gentle kiss on my lips. Left in a daze, I felt her pull me out of the room, out of our apartment, and out into the world.

Walking downtown, our hands entwined, Mistress kept me distracted with humour, knowing how self-conscious and anxious being out as Rory made me feel. As much as I enjoyed it, and knew my Mistress did as well, I was still left feeling like a giant, wishing I could be a tiny, cute girl. Yet, holding hands with the woman I loved, wearing one of the most beautiful dresses I had ever seen, I wouldn’t trade this moment with any other in the world.

We arrived at one of our local clubs, clinging to my Mistress for support. Before I could even get my bearing she dragged me to the dance floor, teasing me by pulling on the skirt of my dress. I could only giggle, following her lead and twirling away, feeling my confidence return as she spun me around. The silky fabric flowed around me as I danced, twirled, and moved, reinforcing that feminine persona I loved so much.

The night of dancing continued, with pauses for drinks and conversation. While we caught our breath at a table, sipping down Travesti Belek some much needed water, Mistress smiled at a man casually approaching us. Taller than me in heels, I instantly blushed, unable to even look at his bearded, beautiful face.

Damien, as we soon found out, asked Mistress Carla if he could dance with me (COMPLETELY IGNORING ME, RUDE!!), to which she happily agreed to with a laugh. My blush deepened, glaring at them both as he led me back to the dance floor, clit aching immediately as soon as he held my hand. I both hated and loved the effect handsome, confident men had on me!

His arms wrapped around my waist, pulled against his chest, I moaned into the loud music as we grinded together, soon finding my head resting against his chest. Involuntarily my hands moved behind his head, running through that short, coarse hair, my body relenting to his movements. I was swept up in our little moment, losing track of time or how many songs had passed, somewhat shaken as he led me back to my grinning, knowing Mistress.

I chose the mature route of refusing to make eye contact with either of them.

However my attention was drawn as Mistress pulled Damien down to her level, whispering in his ear, those devious eyes never leaving me. I glared back at her, unsure of what plan she was concocting, knowing it would lead to some form of humiliation on my end. Sure enough, the grin spreading across Damien’s face confirmed it, finding myself being pulled along by her, with Damien in tow.

Finding what she sought, Mistress pulled the three of us into a hidden dark corner, the muffled music playing in the background. Placing a firm hand on my shoulder, I whimpered as I sank to my knees, knowing what that subtle touch meant. Brushing hair behind my ear, Mistress sent one of her intoxicating whispers coursing through my mind.

“Damien says that you teased him on that dance floor, Rory.Tsk tsk. That isn’t nice.” I whined, pouting and trying to protest. But she shushed me, running fingers through my wig, her other hand gently wrapping around my throat. “Such a bad girl. I think you owe it to him to fix this situation, don’t you baby girl?” I whimpered, staring up at Damien, rubbing his cock through his pants, an excitement glinting in his eyes.

I played along, protesting just a bit more at Mistress Carla, before accepting I had been a ‘bad girl’, agreeing to pay for my transgressions. After a quick look down the hallway, Mistress nodded to Damien with a smile, watching eagerly as he freed his cock, unsurprisingly hard and ready to be played with. I stared at it hungrily, always enjoying playing with cocks since Mistress locked mine away so many years ago.

With a gentle nudge from behind me, I gripped his beautiful cock with one hand, stroking it up and down to ensure it was ready for my mouth. Moaning, I kissed and sucked on his balls, listening to the groans he emitted mixing with the music. I only lasted a few moments before running my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, far too excited to have it in my mouth.

I could feel Mistress Carla’s excitement behind me, her body pressed hard into mine, resting between her legs. She loved watching me suck cock. Whether it was hers, or a real one, I often found myself in all sorts of positions, with Mistress proudly and happily watching on as I was a good girl. Feeling her support, I eagerly devoured Damien, quickly feeling his pubic hair tickling my nose.

“Fuck me, wow.” Damien exclaimed, smiling in shock as I took all of him in my mouth. I continued to service his wonderful cock, listening to Mistress laugh with pride behind me.

“Yes, my Rory is quite the slut. I am very proud of her.” Damien groaned hearing this, feeling his cock harden even further inside of me. One hand gently cupping and rubbing his balls, I sucked him as deep as I could, desperately wanting his cum swirling around my tongue. He groaned, tensing up as I refused to relent, Mistress holding my head firmly still with two hands.

Damien groaned, tensing and twitching, as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. I giggled in surprise as I felt the first spurt of cum make its way into my mouth, not slowing my devotion to his cock in the slightest. I listened with pride as he groaned, cock twitching with each jet of cum leaving his body, soon left empty and sensitive as I moved my lips back to the tip, trying to lick and suck every drop he had for me.

He finally shuddered, pulling away as I giggled, now proudly holding a mouth full of cum. I stared up, locking eyes with my Mistress, that proud look on her face. She smiled down at me, offering a gentle nod, watching as I dutifully swallowed all of his cum, showing her and Damien a clean, empty, and happy tongue.

“That was fucking amazing.” Damien smiled, moaning from being over stimulated as I cleaned off his cock one final time. Satisfied, I let him put it away, pouting that my time with my new toy was over. Mistress handed Damien her card, thanking him for allowing me to service him.

“I think Damien, that my Rory would enjoy playing with you in the future.” He laughed, the tiniest hint of a blush in his cheeks, admitting that he’d like that as well. With a nod, he left, Mistress hugging me from behind while I remained on my knees.

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Futa Slime From Outer Space Ch. 07

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Futa Deals with the Wicked Cutie

Stephen (Stephanie?) Mathers

I didn’t care that urine ran down my legs instead of splashing into the toilet bowl because I had tits.

I grabbed them, squeezing the big, soft boobs. These weren’t man-tits from having a few extra pounds. These were honest to god pair of breasts. Maybe F-cups. They were large and soft, the nipples pink and hard and four times as big. Maybe five times.

I slid my fingers up to them and pinched them. I gasped at that. Pleasure shot down my body to… to… Something that clenched. Something growing wet. I shuddered, this pressure growing at the tip of my cock.

“No, no, no,” I said, my voice feminine and throaty. “This can’t be happening. What the fuck?!”

I stared at myself in the mirror. There was a woman’s face. Similar to my own. No goatee. No morning shadow of whiskers. That could be my sister, but it was me. I raised narrow eyebrows. I pursed my plump lips. I smacked them. I rubbed at my face with slender fingers.

Then I noticed my hair. It was long and fell around my face. It was down to my shoulders, even longer. That was impossible. What the hell was going on here? I slapped my face with both my hands. The sting rippled through me.

“Fuck,” I groaned at the pain, reddening prints blossoming on both cheeks.

I lowered my hands. Something slipped off my ring finger and tinked on the ground. I gasped at the sight of my wedding ring bouncing on the floor. I shuddered as I bent down and picked it up. I put it on my finger.

It didn’t fit.

My fingers were narrower. I had hips. Lost all the excess pounds. I looked like a fucking MILF. I was hot. Sexy. My pussy–god, I had a pussy–clenched and this wave of molten heat rushed through me. God, I was turning myself on.

My clit throbbed. It itched. Was that normal for a woman? I bit my lip. This body felt so natural, but I didn’t want it to be. I was supposed to be a man. This made no fucking sense. Why the hell had this happened? This should be impossible.

You didn’t go to bed a man and wake up as a woman.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, my big boobs jiggling with my every movement. It was so distracting. I grabbed them again, squeezing them. “Shit, I could play with these all day.”

My wife, Nora, had a killer pair of tits. After three kids, they had become about this big. I kneaded my new boobs, that clit throbbing more and more. I bit my lip. It itched so much. It begged to be touched. It wanted to swell.

I didn’t want to get used to this body, but…

I slid my hand down my flat stomach. I was toned. Fit. My fingers reached the thick, brown bush. I slid through the curls and brushed the top folds of my pussy. The clitoral hood. The bud. I gasped as I rubbed it. This pleasure shot through me.

My back arched as it throbbed. I could feel it swelling. Engorging. It grew into between my fingers. I gasped as I rolled it. I stared down past my boobs at it growing bigger. A pink rod that was swelling out from my bush.

“The fuck is going on?” I asked as the flesh bled from pink to beige. The tip became…

A cock.

I was growing a cock with my clit. This didn’t make any fucking sense. My cock grew thicker and longer. I held it, feeling its pulse in my hand. It grew thicker and longer. I shuddered as I pumped up and down my own girth.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I swelled to twice my original size. Three times. I was hung. “What the hell is this?”

My clit-cock felt amazing. My pussy clenched as I stroked myself. I stared at myself in the mirror. A sexy MILF with a huge dick. That made me swallow. This was so hot. I groaned, pumping faster and faster up and down my dick.

The pleasure shot down to my pussy. The ache settled there into my snatch. I shuddered, loving this. Feminine moans rose from my throat as I jerked off my new big dick. This girl-cock that felt fantastic. My cunt clenched.

A bead of juices ran down my thigh while my cunt ached.

My left hand flexed. My fingers itched to do something naughty. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but my pussy burned to be touched. I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hand lower and lower until I was pushing it against the fold of my pussy.

I groaned as I rubbed myself. I worked my digits up and down the folds of my pussy. It felt so good to play with myself like that. I shuddered, this heat rushing through me. One hand pumped up and down my cock while the other stroked my cunt.

Then I thrust two fingers up inside me.

I gasped as I was penetrated for the first time.

I shuddered, feeling those two fingers sliding into my new cunt. The hot, juicy silk engulfed them. I groaned, the pleasure shooting up to the tip of my dick. I quivered there and kept fingering myself. It was amazing to do this. To pump my digits in and out of my cunt. I groaned, loving every second of this. I savored every moment of it.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Yes, yes, yes!”

My İzmir travesti pussy clenched down on my digits. They held them tight as I fingered myself. I pumped away at my cunt. I thrust in and out of my digits. It was just fantastic. My face contorted with the delight of this bliss.

My cunt clamped down on my own digits while I pumped my other hand up and down my girl-cock. All these sensations were swirling through me. Pressure built deep inside my snatch like I had a pair of nuts up there bursting to cum.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I groaned, thrusting those digits in and out of my cunt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My hand flew up and down my cock. My pussy loved those fingers burying into my snatch. The two delights built and built that pressure at the tip of my dick. I hurtled towards that familiar moment when I would cum.

“Fuck!” I gasped as I flogged my clit-dick. “Yes, yes, that’s so good. Hell, yes!”

I erupted.

My pussy convulsed around my fingers while my girl-dick exploded. Hot cum jetted out of my dick and splashed the mirror and the bathroom sink. I painted the nickel-plated faucets with spunk. The familiar pleasure slammed through me, intense and incredible.

Then came the waves of delight. They were new. Gentler but so passionate. They rippled out of spasming cunt and washed through my body. The two delights met in my mind, something my thoughts with ecstasy.

I shuddered, my head swaying. This wonderful rapture shot through me. I groaned, my face contorting with passion. I whimpered, my new cock spurting over and over again while my pussy convulsed around my digits.

“Yes!” I moaned, loving this bliss so much. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s incredible.” I hit the peak of my pleasure. I savored the bliss–

DING-DONG!

The front doorbell rang through the house. I blinked, groaning. Who could that be? What was even going on? Did it have to do with that pink, gelatinous version of my oldest daughter Shannon that had fucked me last night? The one that just woke me up and rode my dick?

I’d dismissed that as I dream, but I was a woman with a clit that grew into a dick. I shuddered, my heart pounded in my chest. This was so insane. I–

DING-DONG!

“Shit!” I groaned. I darted out of the bathroom, my clit-dick swaying before me. I darted to my bedroom and grabbed one of my wife’s bathrobes. I pulled the purple cloth on me and rushed down the stairs as it rang a third time. “Coming! Coming!”

I hurtled through the house, belting the robe close. The clit-dick seemed to be shirking back into a bud. This was so surreal. My big boobs bounced in my robe, the fabric feeling so incredible against my nipples.

I reached the door and opened it. A woman in a gray pantsuit was at the door, her black hair pulled up into a bun. She flashed a badge like an FBI Agent and said, “I’m Lieutenant Seabrook, and I just have some questions to ask you…”

“Steph…” I couldn’t say I was Stephen. “…anie. Stephanie Mathers.”

“Well, Stephanie, I wonder if you saw something weird last night?” she said. “Something that had fallen out of the sky and landed in the woods behind your neighborhood.”

An alien, shot through my mind. That was what the pink and gelatinous version of my daughter was. I wanted to say yes, but… I had been turned into a woman. Would the government capture me and experiment on me? Like the X-Files or something.

“No, no,” I said. “I went to bed around ten and slept in. Just got up.”

“Yes, yes, I talked to your son,” she said. “Just thought I would check up on the others.”

I swallowed. “Okay. Not sure I can add anything.”

She nodded. “And do you have two daughters? One is a redhead with freckles and another has brassy-brown hair she wears in pigtails.”

“Yes,” I said slowly. “That’s Shannon and Morgan.”

Why was she asking about my daughters?

“And do they go to the nearby college?” she asked.

I nodded. Not wanting to lie to a federal agent. “What is going on? Is there something I need to be worried about?”

She smiled but it didn’t touch her eyes. They were red-rimmed with bags under them. She hadn’t gotten much sleep. “No, no, I just have to follow up on any report, even if it’s a wild goose chase. You know, be thorough. I missed talking to them, so I thought I would just give them an interview.”

I shrugged, my heart pounding. Why had that strange creature been Shannon? Why had she turned me into a woman with a clit-dick? It had to be an alien. This was some X-files shit. I watched that stuff all the time when I was a kid. Back when you had to watch a TV show when it aired. First Friday nights then it had switched to Sundays.

Liked it better on Fridays. My friends and I would I watch it when it came on late at night in the dark basement.

And I had learned that you couldn’t let the government get their hands on aliens or people in contact with them. If Shannon had been, I had to protect her. I was her father–mother!

“I really don’t İzmir travestileri know what she saw,” I said. “I hadn’t heard anything weird.”

“Okay, okay,” the agent said. She pulled out a card from her pocket and handed it over. “If you see anything or remember anything, give me a call.”

I stared and saw she was in the USSF. A lieutenant. “Wait, that’s the Space Force, right?”

She nodded. “Might have been a satellite that came down. Can’t say more than that. Classified.”

“Right, right.” An alien. That was what it was. An alien who had taken on my daughter’s form. That was frightening. What to do? “Well, uh, I’ll be on the lookout.”

“Thanks.” She yawned and stretched her back. “I need to get some coffee. You have a good one.”

I nodded and closed the door. My heart burst into wild activity. I leaned against the door and wondered what to do about this. I had to warn Shannon. But I had to be careful about it. The government could be reading my messages.

No, they were. The NSA did that, but the government needed some special courts to link messages with a US Citizen. How hard would it be to get a warrant, though? So I just had to be careful what I sent. That was it.

I rushed upstairs to find my phone, my big tits jiggling. Christ, what was I going to do about being a woman?

~ * ~

Ruru

It was warm and wet and wonderful inside of Shannon’s pussy.

Her cunt squeezed about me as she walked. The flesh rippled, massaging me as she moved. It was such a wicked delight. She soaked me in her juices. I could taste her pussy juices. They were so tangy and yummy. I could also hear her talking.

That Space Forces woman sounded dangerous. I had not been too concerned with the military of the United States, but I had learned they were the most powerful in the world. They spent a lot of money on it. And they did track satellites in orbit with radar. So they must have picked me up and were looking for me.

But how could they find me? I was hidden. Safe and secure in Shannon’s pussy.

I was so glad that I had found her and her family. I had turned her father into a futa. The new and improved Stephen Mathers should be waking up with her new body. Big boobs. I had redirected that excess body fat to where it would do some good. She would have a huge clit-dick. She would just be so happy about her new form.

I was so glad I had done that. Mrs. Mathers would have such a big surprise when she came home from work. Stephen Mathers–I wonder what her new name would be–would be seen as a hero. I read so many articles about how brave transgender people were. I gave her that.

“Okay, okay, Ruru, we’re meeting people who aren’t aware of you, like my girlfriend,” Shannon said. “So don’t do anything weird, okay? Just stay in here.”

“Okay,” I answered her, vibrating my body to send the sound waves through her.

She shuddered as I did that, squeezing her cunt around me. Her heartbeat sped up, and her blood pressure increased. She loved this girl. Raquel. I had seen her Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, TikTok, and Goodreads profiles. I knew she was a good friend of Shannon.

I wondered if they had sex. That would be amazing.

~ * ~

Nora Mathers

It was so surreal being at work, sucking down coffee, after the night I had. The morning, too. I had a futa-dick and so did both of my daughters. The things we did. The incestuous, wicked, delicious things I did with them and the futa-slime.

I had cheated on my husband. I had a clit-dick I could summon at a moment’s notice, and no one at my hospital had any idea when I checked in to the maternity ward where I worked. I loved being an obstetrics nurse. To help with deliveries and to watch over the newborns. It was so rewarding to take care of the little ones.

The neo-natal ward was hard to work, premature babies were so delicate. They could lose the fight so fast, but the normal maternity ward was usually all smiles. Except for that one time the woman’s baby was far, far too dark to be her husband’s.

Of course, I couldn’t judge. I was a cheating whore, too.

“Hey, Nora, can you visit 7? A mother needs a lactation coach.”

“Right on it,” I said and this naughty tingle shot through me. I had coached many women on nursing their babies and now… Now my clit tingled. Just thinking about bending down and suckling from her nipple sent this wild thrill through me.

I shook my head, surprised by how strong this lust was. That wasn’t like me at all. What was wrong with me? My clit pulsed with my heartbeat. It throbbed and arched as I headed down the hallway and towards 7. The idea of nursing on her nipple swelled in me. It was this itch that had taken root in my brain and didn’t want to go away.

Which was baffling. I wasn’t attracted to women and…

I was a futa now. That Ruru had changed me. Had she turned me into someone that just wanted to cheat on my husband with every cutie around? And 7… That was Franny Jennings. The Travesti izmir young mother. Twenty-five. First child. A pretty thing who had gotten a nice pair of tits from her pregnancy.

I reached her door, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I drew in a deep breath. “Be professional, Nora. You’ve been a nurse for twenty years. You know how to act with patients.”

I knocked on the door and entered to find the young, married woman lying on her bed. She turned off the TV and smiled at me. “Are you the lactation coach?”

“That’s me,” I said. “Nurse Nora. How are you doing?”

“Good, good,” she said. “I just can’t get my daughter to nurse. She’s had to be fed with a bottle twice now. I feel like just such a failure.”

“Okay,” I said and frowned. “Where is your daughter?”

“Oh, the nurse took her away again. And my husband had to go work his shift. They wouldn’t give him any more time off.” Frustration fell on her face. “And I can’t nurse my baby.”

“Okay,” I said and pumped some hand sanitizer onto my hand. I rubbed the jelly alcohol across them as I headed to her. Normally, I needed the baby here, but…

I just had to show her that she could lactate. There was no harm in having a little suckle, right. My clit pulsed as I moved towards her bed. If they just took her baby away, then we would have some privacy. Her husband was gone, too. I could do this, right?

No, no, she would freak out.

“Okay, let’s open the front of your dress,” I said, smiling at her. “See if there are any problems. I’m going to have to manually manipulate your breast, okay?”

“Sure,” the young mother said. The brunette was so trusting. I was Nurse Nora. I wouldn’t do anything weird to her like molest her with my big futa-dick.

My clit pulsed more and more, begging to swell into a big cock. I shuddered at that as I sat down on the edge of her bed. She unlaced the knots holding her maternity gown closed. She opened it, revealing her lush and heavy breasts. She had dark-red nipples that were soft, not poking out of her areola.

We’d have to change that.

I put my bare hands on her boobs, squeezing her. I wore no gloves. I loved how warm and soft her breasts were. I kneaded them both, loving how they felt in my hands. My touch made her shift. Her nipples began to harden. They perked up and rose from her areolas.

“Mmm, don’t be embarrassed,” I said. “Your nipples need to be hard so I can do a full exam. Your breasts feel nice and healthy. I can feel that you have pressure. You need to lactate, don’t you?”

She nodded. “It’s starting to hurt. I really need to get it out of me.”

“And you will,” I said, my thumbs swiping out to brush her areolas. I rubbed them then her nipples. She gasped as I did that. “You feel that?”

She nodded, her cheeks starting to darken with her blush. “Yeah, that’s very… I mean… I didn’t expect you to touch me like that.”

I winked at her. “Now, we just have to get your milk flowing, and there really is only one way to do it. Luckily, nature has already provided it. So just relax.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I bent over and latched onto her nipple. I was insane.

~ * ~

Shannon Mathers

My cheeks burned as Raquel waited for Morgan and me just outside the college. I hadn’t seen her since I left her place last night. I had been a normal girl then, not a futa who had cheated on her with Ruru, my mother, and my little sister.

I loved Raquel. I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Hi Raquel,” I said, my pussy clenching around Ruru filling up my pussy. She had compressed her body to the size of a big dildo.

Which was just wild.

My girlfriend beamed at me. She had golden-brown skin that shone in the morning sun. She always had this luster to her. I was so envious of her beauty. Her black hair fell in a short bob around her face. She wore a tight crop top that hugged her round breasts and a tight pair of skinny jeans.

“Hey, Raquel,” I called and reached her. I didn’t hesitate to give her a quick kiss on the mouth.

“In front of your sister?” Raquel asked.

“Well, it’s out of the bag with my mom and sis that I’m a lesbian,” I said. “Morgan, Raquel and I are dating.”

“I know,” Morgan said. “I’ll see you later. I have something I want to show Gillian.”

I knew just what it was that she was going to show her.

I pulled my girlfriend to me and said, “I have something to show you, too.”

“What?” demanded not my girlfriend but her bratty, little sister. Calista jumped up before us. The younger, Hispanic girl had a huge, wicked grin on her face. “Are you going to show it to me, too?”

“Of course not,” I said, scowling at her. “It’s for your sister to see only.”

“Fuck off!” my girlfriend hissed at her little sister.

“You’re going to show me, Shannon,” Calista said and darted down the sidewalk. She wore a tight pair of jeans that hugged her rump. My clit throbbed. I had kissed Calista’s pussy last night. She had threatened to tell Mrs. Santiago that Raquel and I were more than friends. My girlfriend’s homophobic mother would flip out.

That girl made me nervous. More than nervous. Scared.

“Are you okay?” asked Ruru, her body vibrating in my cunt. “Your blood pressure is spiking high. Are you angry at something?”

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I awoke in the same position as I went to sleep in, spooning Justina. My arm cradling her and my cock pressed up against her cute butt. I was a little disappointed if I’m honest. She had briefly mentioned last night something about a wake-up blowjob. I’d never had one before and the thought of it was very enticing. I considered trying to go back to sleep to give her another opportunity, but I couldn’t. She was too beautiful wrapped in my arms, I was so very horny, but most important of all I desperately needed to pee.

I slowly peeled myself off her and got out of bed. She groaned a little but stayed asleep. I realized she wasn’t wearing any makeup. She put it on every day before leaving her room. Even without it, she was gorgeous. Those high cheekbones and enhanced lips gave her that typical ‘Instagram model’ look. Truth be told her lips were only marginally fuller than before. Her raven black hair was a mess as she lay there but looked luscious against her caramel skin.

Unable to hold off the call of nature I went to the bathroom and peed. Coming back into the bedroom she was still on her back but now stretched out on her back. As the sheet lay over her there was the tell-tale sign of her cock as she was pitching a small tent. I thought ‘well someone might as well get a wake-up blowjob.”

I lifted the sheet at the foot of the bed and crawled underneath careful not to disturb her. I shimmied up until I got to her waist, face to face with her pretty little cock. It was just that, a pretty little cock. I would have never imagined myself saying that a year ago or even 6 months ago but here we are. With me about to give a blowjob to my girlfriend.

I opened my mouth and took in the head and gave it a soft suckle. I kissed and licked the head but Justina stayed sleeping like the dead. Ok then, let’s see how far we can take this. Literally. I opened my mouth and lowered my mouth further and further down her cock. I got almost all the way down until I could feel a small uncomfortable sensation in the back of my throat. I took my hand and with three fingers and my thumb I grabbed the base and started stroking her in rhythm as I sucked.

She started to moan and whimper as I kept up my sucking. I would stop a little while and stroke her a tiny bit before continuing.

“… Mmmhmmm Luke” she moaned. I thought if woken her but it seems I hadn’t. I was still covered by the sheet.

I slowed down removed my hand and went as deep as I could go. I gagged a little bit, rather pathetic considering Justina took a voracious face fucking from my 7 inches last night with ease. However, I managed to keep it down and I had her whole cock in my mouth. I stopped to stroke her, but just as I was going to go down again the sheet lifted off me and I was looking up at a gorgeous, confused and very tired Justina.

“..Luke what…? No” she whimpered.

“Morning lover. Sleep well?” I said still stroking her.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a wake-up blowjob.” I said matter if factly, and to illustrate my point went down in her again

“No you’re not suppos….. oh fuck.” My sucking cutting off her sentence.

When I came up again I told her “Lie back relax, let me do this for you.”

“But I was went to wake YOU up with a blowjob.” She pouted.

“You snooze you lose. Or in this case you snooze you win” I went back to sucking and stroking her. Now she was awake I let my other arm venture up and grab her tits. God they felt amazing.

Justina was all whimpers and moans now, it was a delightful sound. I thought about how this was going to end, Justina would happily let me just finish her off with my hand but I wanted it to be extra special for her. At some point I would have to learn to love blowing her and having her cum in my mouth. Even if it wasn’t an everyday occurrence, I didn’t want Justina to miss out on that.

I switched hands and moved my dominant right hand to her lips and slipped my middle finger inside her mouth. She accepted them and immediately started dancing her tongue around them and sucking them hard. My cock went painfully hard at the sensation, imagining it was my cock in there instead. I considered turning round and 69ing her giving her access to suck my cock, but I stuck with my original plan. Once satisfied she’d wet my finger enough, I withdrew it and placed it against her sphincter.

“Oh fuck! Luke?”

“Relax, Justina. Just lay back and enjoy yourself. Let me take care so you.” I said almost pleadingly.

She nodded then her eyes rolled into the back of her head as my finger slipped through her asshole.

I went back to blowing her as I slowly probed my finger deeper hoping to find her prostate. Her hand went to my hair and streamed her fingers through my dark locks.

“Luke… baby… you need to stop, if you keep that up… “

I looked up. “If you dare say I need to stop because you’ll cum in my mouth I’m going to spank you. That’s the whole point of this. I’m treating my girlfriend to the best oral sex possible, erenköy escort get used to it.” I dove down back on her and increased my pace, sucking, stroking and probing.

“Mmmmm. Spank me? Now there’s an idea.” I finally hit the jackpot as I felt a different texture on the tip of my finger, and she began to moan and buck slightly.

“Cum for me baby, please I want you to cum for me.” I sucked on her cock and waited for her to blow.

“Oh fuck Luke, I’m gonna.. you don’t have to… oh fuck I’m gonna cum”

She bucked into my mouth which gave me quite a shock and then I felt her cum spraying into my mouth coating my tongue. I kept sucking and she kept filling my mouth. I realized if I didn’t start swallowing I’d have a problem, so I did. However as I started swallowing her orgasm slowed and her breathing mellowed. I kept my mouth on her cock and finger pressed against her prostate until I swallowed it all.

“Ahhhhhhhh. Oooooo gentle.” She said as I slipped my finger out, probably a little too fast and came off her cock.

“Good morning my dear.”

“Fuck you for being perfect, asshole.” she whinged. “You knew that was my idea and you stole it.”

“Well you just have to get me back another way.” I slid up and kissed her. She still had morning breath but I didn’t mind. I’d managed to give my mouth a quick rinse and clean my teeth when I owed earlier.

She returned the kiss before breaking away.

“FUCK! I’ve got no make-up on.” She said and reached for the sheet to cover her face.

I laughed and she seemed to get a little offended. “Babe I was marvelling at your gorgeous face as you slept. You don’t need any make-up for me to find you beautiful, trust me.”

She kept her sheet over her but lowered to reveal her eyes. “Lies, I don’t believe you.”

“Honey I’d cum all over that face without a second thought.” I wondered if I was a little too crass as she didn’t immediately respond.

“Ok then.”

“Ok What?” I replied not following.

“You can cum on my face to prove you find me beautiful.” My jaw dropped.

“S..seriously? You’d let me cum on your face?” I asked astounded.

“Yeah of course? Why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ve never done that before. I’ve always wanted to, but my ex said it only happens in porn and girls don’t actually like that.” I confessed.

“How many times do I have to tell you that your ex was full of shit. There are lots of girls that enjoy that. Plus I’m not a normal girl am I?”

“No you’re not. You’re better. You’re special and so hot and amazing and so fucking sexy.” I said punctuating my points with kisses.

“Ok! Ok! Get off me! I get it you find me hot. Let me up I need to go to the bathroom.

I let her up and I lay back down on bed. She was in there a while and when she opened the door back up she stood in the doorway, she tamed her hair as best she could and it now straight down past her shoulders to her mid breast. She had put some of her makeup back. Not as heavy as last night, but mascara and lipstick for sure.

“I thought you wanted me to prove I found you beautiful without makeup.”

“No I believe you. Even though I think you’re crazy, I look so much hotter like this.” I felt a big twinge of disappointment for misunderstanding her comment. She did say she wanted me to prove but didn’t say when.

“I didn’t say you didn’t. You’re 10 out of 10 on the beautiful scale without makeup. And a 9 on 10 on the sexiness scale. With makeup you take yourself to a 10. Maybe an 11, not sure.”

She laughed. “You’re a dork you know that?” She came over and kissed me.

“I’m serious Justina. No need to wear the makeup just for me. You’re nuts if you think I wouldn’t love you without it.” I said in a serious manner, so she understood.

“Thanks, but I actually do like getting made up. In fact I’m not done getting ready.” She said leaving me in the bed and walking out.

“Getting ready for what?”

“You’ll see!” She shouted back at me.

I stayed put on my phone, scrolling through work emails. Before she knocked at the door for attention. She was wearing a shiny pink silk robe I didn’t know she had. But that’s not all that was different. She had in her earrings from last night; God I just love Hoop earrings on a woman, and her hair was brushed properly now.

She came into the bedroom doors at the door of the bed and let the silk robe slide off. She was wearing the red lingerie set of bought her.

“Wow!” I said

“You like?”

“You know I do. Turn around.” I told her to turn as I remembered this one had a thing back. She twirled and stuck her ass out a bit. Damn it looked good.

“Your ass looks incredibly fuckable in that dear”

She giggled “Well that will have to wait. I promised someone I’d let him give me a facial.”

My stomach flipped. “You got all dressed up just for me to cum on your face?” I asked.

“Of course, you said it’s something you always wanted to do. If I get to give you one ergani escort of your fantasies and I’m not going to do it half arsed.”

This gorgeous creature had made herself up and got dressed up just to give me the best fantasy possible. Fuck was I lucky.

She knelt down at the foot of the bed. “Come on. I want you here” she said pointing just in front of her. I moved across and sat down in front of her.

“Before we start” I said moving my hand to her cheek and pulling her up slightly so I could kiss her softly. “I love you. You’re incredible.”

She smiled. “I love you.” she pushed me back and cupped my mostly hard cock in her hands. “And I love this cock.” She said planting a kiss on it.

“Mmmm” I moaned, leaning back my arms locked straight behind me palms on the bed. She swirled her tongue around my head looked up and me and took my head into her mouth.

“Oh, damn you’re good at that.”

She chuckled right on my cock and the vibrations were divine. I shuddered a little and the little minx quickly worked out why.

She started sucking in most of my length and humming as she did it.

“Oh fuck that’s amazing.” She winked at me and tucked her hair back over one side of her face. I noticed it was bothering her and she didn’t have her hair tie with her so I ran my fingers through her hair and held it.

I don’t know whether she misinterpreted this as me wanting to be more in control or aggressive, but she started going deeper on my cock, deepthroating me.

“Oh fuck Justina. How are you so good at this.” I muttered to her between pants.

The next time she came up off my cock she said “Practice… ” she went to go back down but stopped to clarify “On my toys of course. My ex wasn’t as big as you.”

“It’s fine, you’re entitled to have previous experiences. What matters is that now it’s my cock that you’re doing an amazing job of sucking.”

“And is my face you get to cum on.” she smiled wickedly, “How close are you?”

“Not far off, you’re too good.” I confessed.

“That’s fine. Stand up.” She said. I did as she asked and stood up. She deepthroated me a couple of times and gave a couple of slow sucks.

“Just remember to pull out when you’re going to cum ok?” I wondered what she meant but then she took both my hands and placed them on the back of her head and then grabbed my ass and started pulling me forward to facefuck her. Message received.

I obliged and rocked my hips back and forth. Not as hard as last night but enough to get her throat to emit those incredible gurgling sounds. Truth is I couldn’t go any faster if I wanted to, she’d gotten me so close it was taking all my resolve to not cum as it is.

“Ready for me to cum all over that pretty face my love?”

She nodded slightly on my cock, and I pulled back. She pulled her hair back and got lower on her haunches tilting her head up.

“Come on baby. Give it to me. Cum all over your girlfriend’s face.” I exploded. The first shot dribbled out and landed square on her nose running down the right hand side of it. “Ahhh yes!” she smiled reacting to the feeling of my warm cum landing on her face.

“Oh fuck nnngggghh” I grunted out as I came and groaned with every shot. The second shot was more powerful than the first, extending up into her hair but leaving a rope down the middle of her forehead. 2 further shots covered over her left eye and cheek and then the last of my load dribbled out over her open mouth which she spat up onto her lips and dribbles slowly down her chin. The sight of my white cum on her caramel skin was something else.

There was a moment of silence before she burst into laughter followed by me.

“Well that was fun.” She said.

“That was amazing”

“That was a lot of cum. Did it live up to your fantasy?” She asked.

“Oh no comparison. You blew that right out of the park. I never imagined it with someone as beautiful as you. Fuck I’m never going to forget this.”

“Well let’s make sure if that. Give me your phone.” When I didn’t react she said “Come on quick before it slides off” she had her arm extended out beckoning for me to give her my phone. I gave it to her, and she immediately opened up the camera from the Lock Screen and posed for a selfie.

“There you go. Now whenever you forget this image in head you can go look at that photo and remind yourself. Or you can just ask to do this again.” She was still making no effort to clean up. Her left eye still plastered shut.

“Fuck you’re amazing. You’d seriously want to do this again?” I asked.

“Hell yeah, any time! I loved it! And even if I didn’t you enjoyed it. Just seeing the look on your face makes it worth it.” She then burst into giggles.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just the look on your face. The way you’re gawking at me.”

“I’m just in shock at how amazing you are. I’ve literally just cum All over you’re face…”

“…Yeah you did.”

“… and you’re telling me you loved it and would do it again. ergene escort I mean if that’s not just fucking perfect, I don’t know what is.” I said to her.

“Well in that case I’m not perfect, because I still prefer it when you cum down my throat…. Speaking of which.” she then started using her fingers to push the pools and ropes of cum on her face down towards her mouth and suck it all in she made a show of it. Showing me how much she loved it. I just shook my head in amazement. The woman I was in love with and was now my girlfriend could be a certified pornstar.

“I need to pop in the shower, care to join me?” Justina asked and I quickly agreed.

Seeming as we’d both just cum there we didn’t do anything sexual in the shower, but it was still the most amazing shower of my life. We spent ages soaping each other up and kissing down each other’s bodies. Her new boobs got a lot of attention which she found amusing. Once we were clean, we embraced my pale Irish skin against her luscious deep colour from her Arabic and Mediterranean heritage. We had our lips locked until the water went cold.

After our shower she needed to dry her hair and I went about fixing up brunch. I thought about my work as I would usually be started by now but decided I’d give myself my first day off in forever.

I made a full English. Beans, sausages, eggs, toast, mushrooms and tomatoes. Enough to replenish all the calories we’d burnt between last night and this morning.

Over breakfast I asked her. “Any plans for today?”

“No, not much. I know I might regret saying this, but I can’t wait to start my job. Doing nothing gets a little depressing, plus I want to start earning money and to start paying you back.”

“You know you don’t owe me rent anymore right?” I said to her.

“What do you mean? Of course I do.”

“No. The rent was for the spare room. You don’t live there anymore. You belong in my bed where I will make love to you every night.”

“Is that a promise Casanova?” She said eyebrow cocked.

“You bet your sweet perfect ass it is.” I said smiling back at her.

She just shook her head. “Fine but at least let me split utilities and groceries. I’ve been scrounging your food for too long.”

I didn’t care about the money, and didn’t need it, but realizing she would feel much better contributing than not so I agreed. “Ok deal.”

After brunch. I asked her if she wanted to go out for a walk in the park. She jumped at the offer. We bundled up to protect ourselves from the cold. She looked so cute with a thick woollen scarf covering half of her pretty face and a beret on her head. It was maybe a little too cold for the walk to be a wise decision. Everyone else seemed to be out begrudgingly. Either walking their dog or the fitness crowd getting in their daily goals, but we didn’t care, we walked hand in hand as a couple. Glancing at each other every 10 paces giddy on the new relationship high.

Eventually we stopped for a coffee and a pastry and watched the world go by. I asked her a difficult question I’d always wanted to ask. “How come you don’t have any friends?”

“Huh?”

“You never mention anyone and never have anyone over, or go out to meet people. I understand with what happened with your family but friends? I mean can’t be you, you’re delightful.”

She burst out laughing at that last remark. Full on belly laugh.

“Well. As you say I am delightful but…. Coming out as gay at 6th form was hard. I wanted to turn my back on that place and everyone with it as soon as I got the chance. I was only at uni for a short time and spent most of it with my ex. I did meet a couple of nice people at my old job, there was one woman Allison, she was really lovely and supportive, but she was in her 50s. I miss her the most. They did invite me out to the pub a few times after work but I didn’t go because I wanted to get back home…. to you.” She smiled and I smiled back. “Now what’s your excuse.” She asked.

“You know my story…”

“Yes, yes, evil ex. Boo hoo. I get it but come on. You’ve been single and alone for how long? You didn’t just get out there? Not even tinder or anything?”

“I tried tinder once, got stood up. It’s hard to just go out and meet people, you know? Most people have them from their childhood, family or colleagues. I got none of all those.”

“We’re a right pair aren’t we?” And we both laughed.

“I only need you” I said.

“Same.” She leant over to kiss me.

At home that evening I was about to start cooking when I saw her sat on the couch scrolling in her phone aimlessly.

“Hey, do you want me to teach you how to cook?”

“Really?” She asked excitedly. “I mean I’ll be terrible. I only know how to beans on toast. Or scramble an egg so get ready for an emergency take away.”

“Come on.” I waved her up, “We’re doing something simple. Chicken breast, potato wedges and green beans. Not the most exciting but given all the fats we had for breakfast and the pastries, something lighter is probably better for our cholesterol.”

“Do you always put so much thought into what we eat?” She asked curiously.

“Of course. I try to make sure we eat delicious food but also eat right. Red meat not more than twice a week, fish at least once lot of vegetables in our curries and pasta sauces. That kind of stuff.”

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To Whomever the Hell this is,

I felt utterly foolish replying in such a manner, the words sitting on the screen taunting me. The feeling compounded by my apparent willingness to play along, which had surprised me. I had been a little submissive with Tom but this seemed different. At the same time, the feeling enticed me. The mess of complicated emotions danced around in my head as I waited for his reply. Part of me hoping he would be another flake, a deeper part of me desperately hoping that he was completely serious.

‘Let’s meet, sexy,’ the reply came. I let out a breath I hadn’t been aware that I had been holding. The idea of meeting before hand seemed to bring some comfort.

‘Where would you like to meet?’ I asked.

An address flashed in reply with a time. The address was familiar to me too, as it was a place on campus that was pretty close to my dorm. A new worry began creeping up on me. What if this was someone I knew? Up until now, it hadn’t even occurred to me that this would be a possibility. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be open up about sex with a close friend, let alone an acquaintance. Although, the thought was hot.

I considered just not going. I wasn’t risking anything now. I could just keep looking, I thought even as I hopped in the shower to get ready. I wondered if the mix of emotions would ever get easier to manage. Did I want them to? I tried to heed some of Tom’s advice and tried to relax my ass with a good douching. I wasn’t even sure I was doing it right, but it was worth a try anyway. Couldn’t get better at it without trying.

I argued with myself the whole few hours all the way up to the point it was time to go. It seemed despite my mix of emotions, the side that had control of me was the side that wanted to meet. I wasted no time in getting there only when I reached the doors leading into the coffee shop seeing a sea of people inside, did I hesitate. I scanned the faces seeing some familiar ones from around campus. No one I recognized.

It then occurred to me that I hadn’t established a way of figuring out who I was supposed to greet. I didn’t like the idea of approaching each person. I decided to order a coffee while I figured it out. I watched the faces of the people talking amongst each other. I figured it couldn’t be someone who was already here with someone else, but the problem with that was that everyone there was with someone or multiple someones.

My coffee was made quickly despite the busyness. I checked my watch to make sure I had the right time. I was a few minutes early, so I sat down and waited, this time watching the door for any clue of who I was to meet.

At the exact moment the clock turned the hour, the hour the man had said to meet, the door opened and in walked someone I was very familiar with. My heart sank more than a little. It was my English professor, Professor Phillips. My anxiety levels grew so fast that I had to stop and remind myself to take a deep breath in. This didn’t mean he was the one I was waiting for. I took a deep breath in that caught in my lungs as I locked eyes with Professor Phillips.

At that moment, I knew that he was indeed the man who had messaged me, he was the one I had called daddy, and he was the one who looked so damn sexy in his photo. Then he began to walk towards me, and three thoughts ran through my mind in order of; I was going to pass out, then he was going to fail me, and that while he looked good in a suit it was a shame his body was hid from the world. His emerald eyes never left mine, as if they were drinking the emotion straight out of mine own.

His otherwise emotionless face gave nothing away, save for his jaw was twitching just slightly.

“Mr. Evans,” he said in his familiar firm voice. “Enjoying your weekend?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, still holding my breath. I was suddenly aware of how red it was making me.

“Breathe, you don’t want to pass out now,” Professor Phillips said. My cheeks burned red for an entirely different reason now, though I did release my breath shakily. Professor Phillips nodded slightly, held up a finger and turned to the counter to order a coffee. I hung off every word, not daring to move, in fear that I would give myself away. Even though I wasn’t sure what I was going to give away. Maybe he didn’t know what I was here for, I thought.

“Good morning, Mr. Phillips,” the barista greeted him warmly. “Your usual I’m guessing?”

“Of course,” Professor Phillips said. His tone was polite, but it was obvious he was trying to hide his emotion. The barista smiled and handed him a cup.

“Of course,” the barista torted. “I had it ready for you anyway. Glad you didn’t change it up today.”

Professor Phillips nodded with a prompt smile, thanked the barista and turned back to me. He looked me up and down before motioning me to follow him to an outside table. I didn’t want to cause a scene by refusing, so I did. As I passed the counter, I caught a quick glimpse of the barista watching me. She was smiling politely but I got the feeling it was more of a knowing hakkari escort smile.

There was no one outside save for one lady across the other side smoking a cigarette, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. Professor Phillips motioned for me to sit, taking a chair himself. It wasn’t particularly hot outside, but not cool enough for anyone to really want to enjoy the patio.

“So Mr. Evans,” Professor Phillips began. “Are you ready for your test.”

“Test?” I said. “You have a test?”

“Your midterms,” Professor Philips said simply. “They are in a few weeks.”

“Oh,” I said, relieved a little. “Um…yeah. I think I’ll do alright.”

“With your grades, could go either way,” Professor Phillips said, sipping his coffee. “You’re bright, I’m sure you’ve studied hard.”

I blushed at the compliment, but something caught my attention. I was pretty sure he put emphasis on hard, but it had happened so effortlessly, I wasn’t even sure I’d heard correctly. I took a sip of my coffee to avoid answering.

“This is your first time, isn’t it,” Professor Phillips said. This time I caught him emphasizing ‘first time.’

“Wh…what do you…” I stammered. “My first midterm?”

“No,” Professor Phillips said. “Your first time at this coffee shop and your first time at all.”

“You are the one I’m supposed to meet,” I said. “Aren’t you?”

“I thought you already figured that out,” Professor Phillips responded. “I figured because I’m here all the time, and you are the only new face.”

“Well,” I said, not sure what to say. “It’s not my first time, exactly.”

“Oh, really,” Professor Phillips said. “Tell me about it.”

“A few weeks ago, I spent the night with…someone in a hotel, on his way through,” I said. “He was my first.”

Maybe it was his calm demeanor or his genuine curiosity about me, but I was beginning to feel at ease. He didn’t seem upset that I was one of his students or with me in general. His eyes were piercing into me as I recounted my experience in Denny’s. I felt myself getting stiff as I told him about how Tom had taught me how to take him all the way. How excited I had been feeling him tense up in my throat just before he released directly down my throat.

“After, I wanted to do more, experience more,” I said. “I just need that feeling of fullness.”

“Damn, such a sexy story for someone so cute,” Professor Phillips laughed, catching me slightly off guard. His face held the emotion well, but it was fueled by something more. I recognized the hunger in his eyes as it was the same hunger I had been feeling for too long.

“Cute?” I said. “Did you just call me cute?”

“Does that bother you, sexy,” Professor Phillips pressed, causing a fresh blush.

“I guess not,” I said, after a pause. “Just kinda strange hearing my professor call me cute and sexy.”

“Strange in a bad way?” he asked.

I looked up at him, seeing the hunger in his eyes burn as he studied me. He was relaxed otherwise and suddenly he wasn’t my professor, but just a man looking for some fun. Nothing more or less.

“No, sir,” I finally replied. “I think I like it.”

“Good, because I think I’m excited to see your skills first hand,” he winked at me.

“You’re not worried about sleeping with a student,” I asked. “Isn’t it illegal?”

“Well you’re over 18 and as long and as long as we’re both consenting, it won’t be illegal,” Professor Phillips said. “It does carry a certain risk of me losing my job though, I’m not really worried about that.”

“Why,” I pressed.

“Many reasons,” he responded. “Mostly, I just don’t feel like letting life slip me by. I have desires, so do you. As long as they don’t hurt anyone, who cares. Besides, it happens way more often than you’d think.”

“Not to anyone I know,” I said.

“Do you tell everyone, every time you have sex?” Professor Phillips pushed. “Especially when it’s something considered more taboo than sex already is.”

“I guess no,” I said meekly. He had a point and he seemed so sure of himself adding to the weight of his words. I glanced away, suddenly very aware of how unsure of myself I was. The woman in the distance finished her cigarette and made her way back to the coffee shop. I waited for her to pass to finally speak.

“So do you want to head back to your place, then?” I asked, hoping he didn’t want to come back to my dinky apartment.

“That’s the plan, but first, I need to know something,” he said. “You’re very sexy in your photo, but I have certain tastes you should know before we do anything.”

“Oh. Sure, I understand,” I said, confused.

“Mmm. Let’s see.” Professor Phillips said. “Firstly, I like it a little rough, and I don’t mean that lightly. Pain and pleasure, a beautiful combo, is not everyone’s scene. Is that something that scares you?”

I hesitated before answering. I had never really like pain, I mean who does? Despite that, I recalled the pain I’d felt after my first time and thinking back, the pain hadn’t gone away before I had had halkalı escort Tom back in me, bending me over an armchair. Maybe it could be fun to add a little pain. I was still aroused while thinking about it, but that might’ve just been because of the memory not because I liked the idea of pain.

“Yeah, I could give it a try,” I said to which Professor Phillips nodded.

“Just in case though, have you ever used a safe word before,” he asked, to which I shook my head, no. “Think of one. Something you wouldn’t use during sex so that if you say it, I don’t confuse it. I’m very dominant in bed, and I like submission. Dominating doesn’t just mean giving yourself over to me. Some of the things I have in mind, I might want you to resist. I will not force you to do anything you don’t want to do though, so if a situation pops up that you don’t want to, use that safe word. This only works if we both enjoy what we are doing. If you don’t like it or don’t want to I need to know. You can always say no.”

“What’s yours?” I asked.

“It’s moonstone,” he said. “but I never use it. I haven’t come across a situation to use it at least. Like I said, I enjoy being in control.”

“OK,” I nodded. “Lemon. My word will be lemon.”

“Good,” he continued. “Now, when we are together, you will need to refer to me as Daddy. Sometimes I’ll allow you to address me as sir or something else, but I prefer Daddy. Unless of course, we are in class. Outside it’s normal interaction. When we are alone, I expect only that. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said with excitement, “Daddy,” I added hesitantly. Not sure if he meant starting now.

“Very good,” Professor Phillips said. “Other rules we will go over as time goes on, I don’t intend to turn this into a lecture, but if you break my rules. There will be punishment. Follow them and I’ll take care of you. I’ll reward you.”

He emphasized the words punishment and reward. My head felt a little light taking all this in. What seemed like only moments ago, I was panicking over my professor being the one I had flirted with. Now he was giving me rules and talking of punishing and rewarding me. Telling me how to address him, and it was turning me on. My mind wandered to the picture and how badly I wanted to see that dick. Would it be a punishment if he bent me over the table and fucked me right there?

Or a reward?

“So, Daddy, hitting on you here,” I asked. “Would that earn me a punishment or a reward? Because I’m getting anxious waiting to unwrap that dick.”

Professor Phillips made a ‘tsk’ sound. At first I thought he was upset, but his eyes told me differently. They showed all the emotion he tried to contain, flowing out for those willing to swim in their intense green.

“You haven’t earned that yet,” he said. “but I’m sure you can on the car ride back to my place. Besides, you still have to model for me, remember?”

I had completely forgotten about the lingerie he had mentioned. I didn’t think it was possible but I got more aroused. I couldn’t telly what was turning me on more, all I knew was that I was turned on and I was ready to do whatever he wanted me to do.

“Oh, um, I do now,” I said.

“Is there something wrong?” Professor Phillips asked.

“No,” I said. “I’ve just…never worn anything like that before. I’m not sure I’ll look good in it.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he replied. “I will help you and you will look good for me.”

His confidence was intoxicating. He was so sure maybe I would. In one final gulp he finished his coffee and stood up, motioning me to follow.

“Come on,” he said. “Let me show you.”

I stood to follow him to his car. It wasn’t a long drive, only taking a few minutes from campus to his house, but it felt agonizingly slow. Every minute weighed down by the anticipation of what was to come. Professor Phillips must have sensed that I was nervous or maybe he was anxious to, as he placed a hand on my upper thigh as he drove, running his hand up and down. Each time he moved a little closer to my crotch. Each time my breath catching in my throat.

When we finally reached his place, I was slightly taken back from how large it was, but I barely had time to take it in before I was on him kissing him. I had waited long enough, desperate to taste him, but he gently pushed me off. I felt a tinge of annoyance as he did, desiring more of him.

“We got to get ready,” Professor Phillips said with a chuckle. “Daddy needs a bit more patience.”

I shivered at his words, hearing him refer to himself in such a way. Strangely, I found it exciting. I would just have to add it to the ever growing list. Most of them from today. He led me through the living room and into the bathroom beside the master bedroom. Inside, on the granite countertop was the lingerie, laid out neatly and orderly waiting for me. It became obvious that wasn’t all that he had in mind for me.

“Sit,” Professor Phillips instructed, motioning to a chair by the tub. I did, not entirely sure where haramidere escort this was going. He turned on the water to the tub before pulling out a razor and shaving cream.

“Are you ready to prepare yourself for me,” he asked, turning off the water, just over half full.

“Yes, daddy,” I said. “but, I don’t understand.”

“I told you there are other rules,” he responded. “I like my toys freshly shaved. I’m going to help you shave this time, in the future, you will be able and will do this before hand. Now take off your clothes.”

I did as he said while he did the same. I couldn’t help but focus on him as he removed each article. His pictures didn’t do it justice. He wasn’t just muscular, sculpted was more like it. Each muscle seemed carefully molded to look as good a possible on him. Then he got to his underwear and my tongue nearly fell out of my mouth. It was huge, even while flaccid. I guessed about six maybe seven inches. I shuddered thinking of it growing in me, reaching it’s full size while fucking me. Until I was snapped back to the present by his firm hands running across my shoulders.

“Are you with me sexy?” he asked. “I said it’s time to get in the tub.”

“Yes, sir,” I said not looking away from his magnificent cock.

“Didn’t I tell you?” He started.

“Yes, Daddy, I mean,” I said taking a step into the warm water. Professor Phillips stepped in behind me and leaned me back so he had full access to my body and so I could feel him poking my back, he wasn’t hard yet but I could feel it twitching. Using a washcloth he washed my skin on my chest working his way down to my crotch and legs. My own cock, which was tiny in comparison, twitched as he applied the shaving cream.

I’d never had much need to shave. I knew the basics but that was for my face, which was different as I would soon find out. He took his time massaging every inch of my skin while he applied the cream. Each brush of his fingers, causing my excitement to intensify. Then came the razor. Each brush firm but soft. His free hand found my nipple and began to tease it as he shaved all of my body hair.

He expertly worked his way up to my crotch taking extra care on the balls. I almost came just from the sensation when he started kissing the area of skin between my neck and shoulder. It sent me overboard but I didn’t climax just yet. Somehow I held back but I couldn’t withhold the noises of pleasure. He drew sounds from me that I didn’t even know that I could make.

Soon he set the razor aside and just continued to wash the excess cream and hair off of me, continuing his attention on my neck. Until finally, he pulled away and stood to get out of the batch. He held a towel open for me. Cool air flowed over my newly shaved body as I stood up, causing me to shiver. Every time my legs brushed against each other I was very aware of how bare they were. How exposed it made me feel, yet free and tantalizing. I had to restrain the urge to run my hands over them repeatedly.

“Let’s get these on now,” he said, handing me the lingerie. I breathed heavily as I accepted them garments, my hands shaking in trepidation. They were soft to the touch and had a strange linen smell that was pleasant but not something I smelled normally, even after cleaning my laundry. I pulled the panties on first, feeling the soft fabric glide across my now smooth legs and settle over my ass nicely. My crotch however proved more problematic as my cock was hard as stone unable to contain my excitement.

It stuck straight up, the tip barely poking out of the top. I heard Professor Phillips give a noise of approval. I couldn’t help but blush. Normally I might’ve been embarrassed but with him watching me slide on the panties, it only encouraged me. I wasn’t sure I was being sexy enough though, so I watched him as I pulled the nylon hosiery over my legs the tops stopping just below my panties. They felt nice and snug like a soft comfortable fabric hugging my thighs.

Next came the top. It too hugged my chest almost perfectly. It was padded and heavier to simulate small breasts but I was focused on the stimulation it was giving my nipples. They poked straight up causing me to shiver once again. Finally, I was dressed and ready for Professor Phillips who had a growing look of hunger in his eyes. He wasted no further time as he led me to the bed running his hands over his handiwork.

His hands settled on my cock, gently stroking it through the panties. My already hard dick was leaking precum as he drew me closer and closer to the edge. Until just as I got to the edge, he suddenly stopped. I groaned, desperate for any kind of release at this point. I needed him so badly at that point, I could care less about anything else. I reached up and swung my arm around him bringing him close.

“Please, Daddy,” I said. “I need you. I need you NOW.”

Professor Phillips smiled, intensifying the hunger burning in his eyes. Yet, he said nothing as he dragged his fingers lightly down my legs. Sending a cascade of pleasurable shivers down my spine. I squirmed under his thumb, begging him to fuck me, until finally. His hand was at the base of my panties, moving them to the side. With a single motion he turned me around onto all fours, keeping the panties to the side. I felt a cold splash of lube and then, the familiar pressure of a cock pushing into my ass.

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I wake up in so much pain that I think I’m dying. My head might literally be splitting apart, right down the middle. A low groan of pain fills the room and it takes me several seconds before I realize the dying pig making the noise is actually me. Everything hurts, from my toes to my head, though the head obviously hurts the worst. Even my eyeballs ache. Fuck.

Ok, so this is the hangover. Think. How to fix? Everything I’ve heard or seen in movies over the years indicates I need to hydrate. Water. Electrolytes. Silence and darkness. Sports drink maybe? Hard to even think when my skull is doing its best impression of a butt and cracking.

I slide away from Alex, earning a discontented but still sleepy grunt from her as I pull away from her arms. She curls up into a little ball and rolls away from me to face the wall. I get a good look at her cute butt before a blanket covers her, never going to complain about that. Though I suppose it doesn’t really help my current situation other than make me feel slightly better about life in general. I gently pat Alex’s hip and fully climb out of bed. I’m woozy, dizzy, and weak on my feet. That plus the pain in my head makes me feel like I’m about to throw up.

I stumble down the hall, thankful that the lights are off except the dim night lights that allow me to not walk into any walls. One hand on the wall helps steady me as I make my way to the bathroom and dry heave at the toilet for a few minutes. Nothing comes out, but my body has made its point; I’m never drinking again. Being drunk was fun, the day after is significantly less so. Then I use the toilet for its intended purpose, and that feels a little better.

Water. Sports drink of some kind. Fucking anything to make it stop. I keep my eyes as slits, even in the dim night lights, as I head down the stairs to the kitchen. Light is the enemy. Almost as much as stairs and walking and being awake and alive is the enemy. I have a lot of enemies this morning, but unfortunately it feels like the biggest enemy is myself for drinking. Maybe Kayla for making me drink. She’s not here though, so I default to blaming myself. That’s healthy, right?

I stumble into the kitchen to find that Julie is the sweetest, most wonderful human being on the fucking planet. Sitting on the kitchen island are five little sets of hangover cures. A bottle of blue Gatorade (objectively the best flavor and I’m glad Julie sees the light), a package of cheesy peanut butter crackers, and a little bottle of Ibuprofen. How is she both gorgeous and nice?

Kayla and Tyler will have to fend for themselves, but I’m clearly the first person up, and I can at least provide for myself, Alex, and Lauren. I sit at the island and pound four ibuprofen, my whole package of crackers, and half the bottle of Gatorade in a couple of minutes. It helps a little. Not a ton, but enough that I can open my eyes without hating the concept of eyes. After a few more minutes of sitting and resting and slowly drinking Gatorade, I decide it’s time to move on with my life and face the metaphorical music.

I collect the bottles of delicious, life-giving sports drinks, the crackers, and one bottle of headache reducer up in my arms like a child at a candy store. I’ve never wanted pockets more than right now, but I can manage. Sure, lifting things and using my hands and arms or moving in any way is painful. But I’m a man, dammit, and I have to provide for the beautiful women that depend on me. Also I think they would both stab me if I didn’t bring them this stuff. Lauren definitely would, her little dagger fingers would turn my sides into Caesar.

Going upstairs is easier, less risk of my legs giving out and falling forward to my doom. Plus my general vibe is in a better place after my snack. It’s still slow going, but safer and less painful, though I know most of my day is going to be spent in some manner of pain. Stupid Kayla. Stupid drinking. Stupid peer pressure.

Thinking of Kayla reminds me of her bouncing in my lap last night, her perfect ass engulfing my cock like it barely existed. I’ve never really thought about it, just fleeting considerations here and there, but Kayla is one of the only women I’ve ever wanted to actually fuck in the ass. Her butt is just insane. So obviously the correct way to show her my appreciation is to put my dick in her butt. That sounds right.

I have to pause at the top of the stairs and drink a little bit more of my Gatorade before continuing to my room. I’m already feeling a little bit better than when I woke up, but I’m not going to push my luck and start running around screaming to the high heavens and dancing. Even moving at anything faster than an amble is probably too much for my fragile body to take. The alcohol mixed with the workout yesterday has my weakling form begging to lie back down and wait for death to take me. Maybe that’s what I should do. Just cuddle my girlfriend, let the aches come and go, and hope I can fall back asleep.

I slip back kovancılar escort into my dark room and cross to the nightstand. Alex is still curled up, still sleeping, still far too cute for me. She’s adorable beyond belief and I can’t understand what she possibly sees in me. Especially after such a short time. I decide it’s best not to wake her, so I leave her drink, some pills, and the crackers on the nightstand for her when she wakes up and finds herself in the same position I was in not long ago.

Then it’s back out the door for me. And just a few steps down to my sister’s room. Her door is closed, but not locked. I don’t think I’ve encountered a locked door in this house yet, and Lauren’s being locked would be a shock to me. I slowly push it open and find her sleeping with her blanket only covering her lower half. I pause in the doorway and just look at her for a moment. She’s beautiful in a way entirely unlike the way Alex is beautiful. More cute than hot, but in a way that makes me unable to really look away from her. Maybe it’s just the connection I have with her, something that transcends the normal way humans interact. It’s impossible to describe to someone else who hasn’t felt it, but it’s not explicitly a thing for twins. It’s a connection that you can have with anyone as long as you spend nearly every waking minute with them for the entirety of your life. I know Lauren as well as I know myself, and can often anticipate what she’s going to do. That has… diminished… since we’ve been here. Maybe the sexual energy between us is clouding my judgment, or maybe she’s acting slightly differently now that things are changing so quickly and so drastically.

Either way, I love her. Now more than ever, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. Enjoying each other sexually, even though those moments have been fleeting and occasionally run through with guilt, has brought us closer together. I know her better, know her wants and her needs better, and want to be around her more and in more terrifyingly filthy ways.

Before I know it, I set our drinks, her crackers, and the rest of the pills on the nightstand and I crawl into bed with her. She’s done it enough to me the last few days, time for me to return the favor. Our morning chat might be more dumb grunts and whispers today if she’s as hungover as I am, but I still feel an inescapable urge to be close to my twin. Especially after spending all day with Alex yesterday and barely any with my sister.

I lift her blanket and slip under it, scooting forward until I can feel her legs against mine, and my hand can rest in her hair. She keeps her room a few degrees cooler than mine, and the blanket is almost necessary in here, though the temperature does have the delightful side effect of making her cute nipples stand up on end, especially when she’s uncovered like this.

“Mmmmmm,” she groans, rolling onto her side to face me, “you took my job.”

“Did I?” I whisper back.

“I come into your room, not the other way around.”

“I decided to switch it up,” I reply with a smile. Her eyes are still closed but I bet she can sense the smile, I know I’d be able to sense one of hers.

“Fair,” she grumbles, and slides a little closer to me. Our legs intertwine, a tangled mess of limbs, and she scrunches her face before slowly opening her eyes. “Everything hurts,” she whispers.

“Yeah, hangover,” I explain helpfully.

“I don’t like it,” she whines, “make it stop.”

“I’m not exactly in charge here,” I say, reaching out to caress her cheek. “I brought some stuff that may help, but it won’t immediately fix your problems.”

Her eyes pop open and glares at me in the near darkness. “Lead with that next time,” she growls.

“On your nightstand.”

She scowls at me and climbs over me to reach the nightstand with a sudden burst of energy I’ve never seen from her this early in the morning. I imagine, though it’s impossible to truly say, that her headache isn’t quite as painful as mine. Alex made sure she drank some water last night, but she also did drink more than me. Who knows. All I can focus on is the feel of her body sliding against mine as she climbs over me. She sits at the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor, as she greedily downs some pills and chugs a bunch of Gatorade. I roll over onto my side to watch her, running a hand slowly up and down the soft skin of her back as she breaks into the crackers, washing them down with more Gatorade.

There’s thin, red lines across her back from where her sheets bunched up under her body as she slept. I trace my fingers along them, inching along from one side of her to the other. She shivers under my touch and reaches back to gently swat at me.

“Tickles,” she mumbles through a mouthful of crackers.

“Well deal with it, I like touching you. Besides, I brought you crackers and Gatorade.”

“Hmmmm,” she leans back a little, pressing against my hand. I take this as a clear kozlu escort sign that it’s ok to keep doing what I’m doing. So I do. Gently rubbing my sister’s naked back while she scarfs down her little hangover cure. I always enjoyed the feel of my sister near me. We held hands often and would basically cuddle on the couch watching movies. It’s just gotten more intensely sexual since we got here. Significantly so. A casual, non-sexual touch is comforting, and reminds me of simpler times, even if she is naked while I do it. If I can’t see her tits, does it really count?

As if to prove me wrong, or at least make me question things more aggressively, Lauren turns back towards me after devouring the last of her crackers and crawls back under the covers with me. I only get a fleeting glance of her little boobs shaking as she slides up next to me, and then her body is gone, and only her head is above the covers.

The room is still quite dark, with only a bit of light spilling in from the hallway’s night lights, but I feel I can see her as clearly as if we’re standing outside at noon. She’s my twin, I know every contour of her face and every smile she’s ever had. I can feel her smiling at me now from less than a foot away, even if her face is mostly shrouded in shadow.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi,” I respond. We lay there for a long moment without saying anything before the statement burning inside of me forces its way out. “You sucked my dick last night.”

“Yeah,” she giggles, “I… I was so fucking horny, and a little drunk, ok a lot drunk, and Alex was sending me to heaven. And I saw you pull out of Kayla and I couldn’t help myself. I just… knew what I had to do.”

“It was amazing,” I say softly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, truly like… amazing. Shattered my mind.” I can sense her blushing at that. I don’t know if that compliment deserves a blush, but I guess it was her first ever blowjob, and I called it amazing. So I suppose it has some sort of emotional weight for her.

“Thanks,” she whispers. Her arms reach out and she pulls me close, pressing her forehead against my bare chest. “I just wanted to make you feel good. And obviously try it out for the first time.” She’s mumbling into my chest now, but we’re close enough that I can still hear her clearly. The vibrations of her words gently echo through my body as she talks. “It wasn’t… bad. It was just a lot. I liked the noises you made, and I liked the feel of your cock in my mouth. It was a lot of cum though.”

I run one hand through her hair, my other arm draping over her back and slowly rubbing that. I can’t touch anywhere particularly interesting–no boobs or butt within easy reach–but just feeling her skin against mine is good enough for me. “It wasn’t too much?”

“No,” she says quickly, almost like she was expecting that question. Maybe she was, it feels like a normal follow-up question to my sister sucking my dick. “No, it was… it was just right. I mean, maybe I was pushed along by the alcohol and your girlfriend’s tongue in my pussy,” Now it’s my turn to blush, “but when I was blowing you all I could think about was how stupid I was to have waited this long to make you feel this good.”

“Don’t say that,” I say, “you have been making me feel good. And even if you weren’t, it’s not like it’s your job or anything. You’re my twin, just being around you tends to make me feel good.”

“That’s cute but stupid,” she giggles into my chest.

“Why?”

“Because I have never felt so fucking alive as when you ate me out yesterday. I mean, Kayla was better at it–“

“Ouch,” I interrupt.

“Oh stop it, you’re new to the whole thing, she’s got years of practice. Let me finish.”

“Ok, sorry.”

“Anyway,” she continues, looking up at me for a moment to give me a gentle smile, “Kayla was better at it, but doing it with you, having your tongue in me, having you being the one making me cum was… I dunno. Perfect? It felt like I had just discovered my purpose on Earth. It isn’t to be an actress or raise a family or anything, it’s to have my twin brother tongue fuck me until my brain melts.”

“Wow.” I want to say more, but my brain is struggling to keep up with how intense of a set of emotions that is.

“Just wow?”

“I mean, I don’t think any words that I can say that would express my feelings right now.”

“Well, did you like eating me out?”

“Yes,” I say, rubbing her back gently, “and I loved having you suck me, and I love laying next to you and talking and I love that you’re my sister and I love that I can tell you anything and share everything with you.”

“I think…” She looks up into my eyes, “I think that’s what excites me most about all this. Cumming with you is good. But we’ve always shared everything our whole lives. It feels right to be sharing all of this with you as well.”

“No one else I’d rather share it with,” I say quickly.

“Not even Alex?”

I shake my kozluk escort head, “Are you jealous of her?”

Lauren doesn’t respond for a long time, long enough that I think she might have fallen back asleep and left me here with my thoughts and feelings. That would be ok, I suppose. I need the rest, and I can already feel my body begging me to join her in sleep. My head isn’t pounding quite as hard, but my body still wants to not be awake anymore. I close my eyes, slide my head forward, and pull her head under my chin, tucking her close.

“Yeah,” she whispers into my chest, accompanying the word with a squeeze of her arms around me. “I mean, no. I mean, yes and no.” She sighs softly and kisses my chest. “It’s nothing new. We’ve talked about it, we can’t be together or whatever. I just wish I didn’t feel anything more than sexual attraction. But… I do. And I hate that.” I kiss the top of her head as she kisses my chest again. “And we can’t date or anything, but you can date her.”

“I know. I know,” I whisper. “But that doesn’t make me love you any less.”

“I know,” she responds. And then everything is quiet again for a while. It’s just the sound of our breathing as we both sit in the moment and try to deal with the feelings that have been plaguing us since we arrived and first saw each other naked. Or maybe we’ve been battling these feelings longer than that, and it was just the sexuality of this place that brought them from deep within us to be one of the centerpieces of our new lives. “New Lives.” Ha. We’ve been here five days and I’ve fucked three women and fooled around with more, including my sister. But, I suppose, I am planning on being here for four years. I’m five days into four years. Fuck.

“I love you, Joe,” Lauren whispers.

I lift her face up to look at me and see the tears in her eyes. I know a good way to make those go away. Our lips meet and the world fades away. “Love you too, Lauren,” I whisper.

She grins. “You fuckin’ better,” she says, pressing her head against my chest again.

“Always.”

I rub her back, she rubs mine, and the silence stretches. It isn’t uncomfortable. Discomfort doesn’t exist between us, not in any meaningful capacity. Instead we hold each other, breathe, and slowly drift back off to sleep.

In my dream I am laying on top of a giant cinnamon roll, getting covered in frosting. I’m trapped on this cinnamon roll, unable to escape, slowly drowning. And then I’m rescued by my sister and Alex coming over and licking the frosting off of my naked body to free me. Their tongues slide over my skin, and I can’t do anything but watch their faces as they taste the frosting off of me. They start with my hands and my legs but soon enough they’re licking at my chest, and then they’re on my cock. Both of them licking at it ravenously. Alex’s tongue sliding up the left side of my dick, and Lauren’s sliding up the right. They clean my cock of frosting and then keep going. Tongues lap at my shaft and the head, they clean my balls and tease my tip. I ache for release, but it doesn’t come.

I wake up painfully hard, my cock straining for release. Straining against something, but I don’t wear underwear anymore to contain my morning erections. Instead, my dick is straining against my sister’s ass. Sometime while we were asleep, she rolled over and is now firmly pressing her butt back against my groin. My cock is nestled delightfully between her ass cheeks, at least the lower half of my shaft is. I pull her closer, smushing our bodies together, and hold her waist tight. I’m not quite at the point that I’m going to hump my sister, not again. I was too embarrassed after she woke up last time when we were in the theater.

Lauren stirs slowly and shifts back against me, then pauses. She shifts again, pressing her ass against my cock, and I let out a quiet grunt of pleasure. The game is seemingly now afoot. Game, perhaps, is not the right word for it, because neither of us is “playing.” Instead, we begin a slow, calculated dance of arousal and teasing, both of us seeing what can taunt the other the best. A game of chicken, but using only our genitals and the knowledge that we are both attracted to the other, and very weak willed. Lauren slowly rubs up and down along my shaft, her movements deliberate. I slide between her thick ass cheeks happily, and slowly we both come fully awake. Her little sighs and my quiet grunts mix as faint morning light spills through the curtains over our bodies. It highlights, literally, the smooth perfection of my sister’s body, and how perfectly we fit together.

She presses her back against my chest, now moving her hips only a little to shift against my cock and continue our sexy game. Her hand reaches up over her head, gripping the back of my neck, and she turns her head as she pulls me forward. I know what she wants, and I lean in to give her the kiss she craves. Our tongues dance around each other, writhing around in time with our needy grinding. There’s a brief moment where I remember that I have a beautiful girlfriend asleep in my bed, or at least I assume she’s still there, I have no idea how long I’ve been in Lauren’s room. But the thought vanishes into the aether when Lauren moans quietly into my mouth and I’m brought back to reality. To the moment.

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Model Stepsister Ch. 01

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It had been over ten years since my mom had died, so when my dad started dating a woman thirty years younger than him, I didn’t really mind. My parents had me when they were pretty old, so its not like Stacey is my age. My dad is seventy-two, and Stacey is forty-one, and I’m nineteen. Dad told me she used to be a swimsuit model, and I believed it. Stacey was easily the hottest forty-year-old woman I had ever seen. She was very nice to me, and was actually old enough to be my mom, so it wasn’t too weird. When my dad told me she would be moving in with us, I didn’t mind at all. And then my dad told me that Stacey’s daughter would be moving in with us as well.

I had never met Jessica, and all I really knew about her was that she was a year older than me, and she was some kind of model. That night I went and looked her up online. I typed in her name, and the first thing that popped up was an instagram. I clicked on it, and was immediately taken aback by how hot she was.

She had a face just like her mom, with big baby blue eyes, and a perfect bone structure. She had brown hair like Stacey, but hers was long and straight instead of wavy. Stacey definitely had bigger tits, but that was only because they were fake. Jessica’s tits were huge by anyone’s standards, and they were still perky and round. There could be no doubt however, that the main attraction, was Jessica’s ass. I can say with complete confidence, that it is the most perfect ass I have ever seen in my life. Her ass is gigantic, and muscular, and her thighs are long and thick.

I couldn’t help but jerk off to pictures of Jessica that night. The thought of living with that girl, was frankly terrifying. Over the next few weeks she was all I could think about. All of my friends kept telling me how lucky I was, and how awesome it would be to live with an ass model. All I could think about was how awkward it would be, trying not to stare at your stepsister all the time.

And then the day came. Stacey moved in first, and then a week later Jessica moved in as well. The moment she walked in I felt my dick want to get hard. I had been jerking off to pictures of her for weeks, and realized that may have been a terrible mistake. She had already met my dad, and he was at work, so the homecoming mainly just consisted of Stacey and me.

“Jessica,” Stacey said, after giving her daughter a hug, “this is Kyle, Kyle, Jessica.”

“Its nice to finally meet you,” Jessica said in a bouncy voice, “I’ve never had a little brother before.”

“Me neither,” I said awkwardly, and both women laughed. I was making sure to only look at her face, but she was so beautiful that it wasn’t helping much.

“Well I had a real long flight,” Jessica sighed, “so I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“I’ll show you where everything is,” Stacey said, and they went upstairs.

The next morning I got up, and went downstairs for breakfast, and found Jessica sitting at the table in a small white shirt, and tight white panties. My eyes immediately locked onto her perfect ass, and I had to quickly move behind the counter to hide myself.

“Morning sleepy head,” Jessica said with a slight southern twang that sounded quite sexy, “you sure sleep late.”

“Ya, I guess I had a pretty late night,” I said as pamukkale escort I got out a cereal bowl.

“Hey is it true that you have a xg3 camera?” Jessica asked suddenly, catching me off guard.

“Uh, ya, how’d you know that,” I asked.

“My mom told me,” she said plainly. “Nice cameras can be really helpful in my line of work.”

“Oh, ya,” I said, wanting to laugh at her calling what she did work, “I guess so.”

“Would you mind taking a few pictures of me today?” Jessica asked, making an extremely sexy pouty face.

“You want me to take pictures of you?” I asked, not quite sure I had really heard that.

“Well, ya,” she said, “Unless you’ll let me borrow your camera.”

“I don’t think I can let you borrow it,” I said, definitely sure I wasn’t going to let her touch my camera.

“That’s what I figured,” Jessica said quickly, “but I really want some pictures of me with that thing, so I thought maybe you would do it. I thought we could do it out by the pool. Its so nice out there.”

“Ok,” I said without thinking, “uh, just let me know when I guess.”

“How about right now,” she said, and got up, “let me go put on my suit.”

I ate my breakfast nervously, waiting to see what she came out in. As I was cleaning up, she came downstairs, in a tiny black two-piece, which showed off every inch of her perfect body. I didn’t want to just blatantly stare, but there wasn’t really any choice. I gaped at her as she walked by, and she smiled knowingly and gave me a wink.

“Come on,” she said, “lets go.” I picked up my camera, and followed her outside.

“Lets start with one on the lounge chair,” Jessica said, and walked over to it. She lay down on her stomach, and lifted her calves up. Somehow she managed to stick her ass up in the air without it looking intentional, and then flipped her hair over her shoulder, and looked back at me with the sexiest look I had ever seen on a woman’s face.

“How’s this?” she asked in a seductive voice, and I nearly fell over.

“Its, um, uh, its, uh, really good,” I stammered, staring at her ass sticking up in the air. She just held the pose, and then I remembered I was supposed to be taking pictures. I looked through the lens of the camera, and took my time getting the perfect shot. I was definitely a great photographer, probably better than she normally had, so I wanted to give her the best pictures I could. I took three different shots of her on the lounge chair.

“Okay,” I said, “I think I got some good ones.”

“Good,” she said and sat up, “where should we go next?”

“Next,” I said stupidly, thinking we had finished.

“Ya,” she said, “its not everyday I take pictures with an xg3, and your backyard is like amazing, we need to take as many as we can.”

“Ok,” I shrugged, “where to next?”

“I don’t know,” she said, looking around, “its your yard, what do you think?”

“Well, uh, if you wanted to get in the pool, I take some pretty great water shots.”

“Ooo, good idea,” she said excitedly, and walked over to the pool. She dipped her toe in first, and then slowly walked in to the waist. When her ass disappeared beneath the water it was like my breath finally came back.

“How about over here patnos escort by the edge,” she said, and bent over the side of the pool, “how’s this?” She looked back with that sexy look again, and I aimed the camera. I had a great idea for a good shot, but I wasn’t sure just how to ask.

“Um, Jessica,” I said awkwardly.

“What’s wrong,” she said, looking over at me.

“Nothing,” I said quickly, “I just, uh, I sort of have an idea for the shot.”

“Okay,” she said, “what is it?”

“Well, uh, turn back like you were,” I said nervously, “ya, like that. Now, maybe stand on your tippy toes, and try to make your butt stick out of the water a little bit.” As soon as I said it, Jessica’s ass popped up out of the water. I was right, it was extremely sexy, and I quickly took three good shots of it. I had to kneel down to hide the massive erection I had.

“Did it look good?” Jessica asked, actually sounding unsure of herself.

“Ya, really good,” I said, glad she couldn’t see how much I really liked it.

“You’re a really good photographer Kyle,” she said, and smiled sexily at me, “what’s next?”

“Well, um, do you mind getting wet?” I asked.

“Oh no,” she said sexily, “I don’t mind getting wet at all.”

“Ok, uh, why don’t you dive down and swim across the pool, and I’ll take a few shots.”

I spent the next twenty minutes taking various shots of her swimming through the pool. I took some with the sun in the background, and a few great shots as she was coming up out of the water. Even though her body was mostly underwater, I couldn’t get my dick to go down at all. It was so hard it was beginning to hurt, and I had no idea how I was going to get out of there without her seeing it. We continued our shoot until about twenty minutes after the sun had gone down.

“Ok, I think that’s good for today,” I said as Jessica swam over to where I was kneeling with my camera, “you want to head inside and I’ll be right behind you?”

“That’s ok,” she said as she walked out of the pool, “the weather is so nice here, I can’t believe it.” Water cascaded down her perfect body as she emerged from the pool, and I couldn’t stop myself from gaping at her gigantic tits.

“Alright, well I just have to pack up here,” I said, trying desperately to will my dick back down.

“Can I see any of the pictures yet?” she asked, walking towards me. I began to panic, and tried to hunch down so my bulge wouldn’t show, but it was no use.

“Uh, not yet,” I said quickly, hoping she wouldn’t walk all the way over to me, “I’ll have them developed by tonight though, and I can show you them then.”

“Ok, well I just wanted to say thanks again Kyle,” Jessica said in a sincere voice as she reached me, and put a hand on my shoulder, “I really appreciate you taking your whole day to help me. And I’m sure we got a few good, whoa, oh my god.” I looked up, saw she was looking wide eyed at my crotch, and instantly felt my face turn beat red.

“I’m really sorry,” I said nervously, feeling mortified, “I didn’t mean to, I just.”

“I mean I figured you had a boner,” she said, still staring at my lap, “you’re straight and you spent the whole day taking pictures of my ass, but I didn’t think it would be that pazar escort big.”

“What,” I said, completely taken aback.

“That thing looks really big,” she said, pointing at my bulge, “I’m used to little tiny ones.”

“Oh, uh, sorry,” I said, having no idea what to say.

“You know what,” Jessica said, finally bringing her eyes from my crotch up to mine, “since you helped me so much today, and were so nice and professional, I’m going to help you out.”

“Help me out?” I said slowly, “What do you mean?”

“I mean that can’t be very comfortable,” Jessica said, pointing to my crotch again, “To have such a big hard dick all scrunched up in there. Why don’t you take it out, and I’ll give you a quick hand job.”

“Ok,” I said before I could even think, and quickly stood up. She reached out and started undoing my pants. As she undid them, she looked up at me with her sexy blue eyes, and blew me a kiss. Once she had me unbuckled, she reached in, and I felt her hand wrap around my cock.

“Holy shit,” she said in surprise, “this is fucking massive.” She tried to pull it out, but it was too hard, so she had to pull my pants all the way down. When my cock sprang free, it bounced up, and stood at full attention. “Oh you poor baby,” Jessica crooned as she stroked my cock, “have you been this hard all day?”

“Pretty much,” I nodded as she stroked me.

“Well since you’ve been so good to me all day, I’m going to give you an extra special treat.” As she said it she reached back, and let her bra fall off her body. I couldn’t believe how big her tits actually were, and I knew I was going to cum soon. I told her as much, and she sped up her rhythm. Just as I felt myself about to cum, I reached out, and squeezed her left tit hard in my hand. It felt better than I could have imagined, and I felt the cum shoot from my cock.

“Oh,” she said as I launched a rope of cum across the ground at least five feet. She kept on jerking me, and I shot rope after massive rope across the ground. “Oh my god, ah, holy shit you’re cumming so much, fuck, ah.” She kept on jerking me until I was finally done, and then let go, staring in disbelief at all the cum on the ground.

“What the fuck,” she said, looking over at me, “I’ve never seen that much cum in my life, do you normally shoot that much?”

“No,” I said truthfully, “that’s definitely the hardest I’ve ever cum, your tits are amazing.”

“Wow,” she said, looking back at all the cum, “we’re definitely going to have to do this again.”

“Deal,” I said with a smile, still panting heavily.

“I still can’t believe how big you are,” Jessica said, wiping the cum off her arm, “and so hard. I mean I’ve seen a couple dicks about that big, but they could never get fully hard. You’re like, as hard as a rock.”

“Ya,” I panted, “you look really good.”

“Jesus, you’re still rock hard,” she laughed, and took my cock back in her hand, “why hasn’t it started going down yet?”

“I think I need to cum again,” I sighed, “maybe twice. You really are hot.”

“Wow,” she said, beginning to stroke me again, “this thing isn’t going to go down until you cum some more, after that gigantic load?”

“Ya, I think so,” I said, staring at her tits again.

“How long do you think it will take you to cum this time?” she asked.

“Uh, I don’t know,” I said, “probably a lot longer, especially if I do it alone.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want that,” she said, and gave me puppy dog eyes, “since this is all my fault, I ought to help you cum again. Should I use my mouth this time?”

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The Weekly Ritual

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Babes

I’m not exactly sure how it started, this strange little weekly ritual between my mother and me. But I know it started innocently enough. Dad worked the night shift on Wednesdays, which meant Mom and I had the house to ourselves.

At first we just ordered takeout and watched TV, happy to indulge in some guilty pleasures without Dad around to tease us.

But over the past few months, our Wednesday nights had evolved into a whole thing. We’d worked our way through several shows, incorporating little elements from each one into our routine. After binging a few seasons of The Great British Bake Off, we’d added a baking component, with Mom whipping a delicious dessert recipe to enjoy with our shows. During our Jane the Virgin phase, Mom would narrate our evening like the Latin Lover Narrator.

Currently we were a few episodes into season 2 of Bridgerton. We’d adopted the posh British accents, calling each other Lady Amy and Miss Eva as we obsessed over the romantic entanglements of the characters. It sounds silly but there was something about slipping into this imaginary world with Mom that gave me a giddy thrill. For a few hours we shed the boring ordinariness of our real lives.

Our Wednesdays had definitely become the highlight of my week…

This particular night was a late one for me. Between band practice and student government after school, it was 7pm by the time I got home. As I walk in the door, I’m greeted by the warmth of the working oven and smell of something chocolatey emanating from it.

Mom is bustling around the kitchen. “Ah Lady Eva, how was school my dear?” she asks in her mock posh accent.

I smile, taking in her appearance. Even dressed down, my mother manages to look effortlessly beautiful. Her wavy blonde hair is pulled up in a messy bun, and as she turns around and smiles at me, a few strands fall softly around her face.

At 45, she could still easily pass for a woman in her mid-thirties. Her skin was smooth and glowing, with only the faintest of laugh lines around her sparkling blue eyes. She had a graceful, slim figure that she maintained through regular jogging and strength training. With me being 18 now, people often mistake us for sisters when we’re out together.

Just the other night she asked me if I was embarrassed when that happened. “Are you kidding? I’ll take it as a compliment that people think I’m the sister of an absolute milf!” I joked. Mom smacked my arm, calling me ridiculous as we both cracked up.

I notice she’s already changed into her usual Wednesday evening attire: an oversized, grey sweatshirt that hangs loose on her petite frame. The shirt hits mid-thigh, just barely covering her shapely hips and toned legs. It’s soft and worn-in, with a faded university logo that I don’t recognize. I think she’s had that thing since college. I keep meaning to steal it from her, it looks so cozy. But for now, it’s become her staple TV-watching uniform.

Remembering my role, I put on my best posh British accent and drape the back of my hand on my forehead, feigning exhaustion. “Oh my heavens, Lady Amy, do not get me started on the travails of the day!”

I kick off my shoes by the door and wriggle my toes, relishing the feeling of my socked feet on the soft carpet.

“Between the dreadfully dull lessons from my teachers and the positively uncouth behavior of the common folk, I am quite exhausted and in need of some reprieve.”

I let out an exaggerated sigh as I make my way into the kitchen, shrugging off my backpack next to one of the chairs. “But alas, I am finally home, where I can relax and enjoy some civilized company for a change.”

I sneak a peek at the oven, my posh facade breaking for a moment. “Oh dang, is that brownies I spy in there?” I ask in my regular voice.

Mom laughs, “Why yes, Lady Eva, I did bake some brownies for us this evening. I do hope it will lift your spirits after the day’s troubles.”

She grabs two spoons from the silverware drawer, her breasts swaying slightly under the grey fabric as she maintains her posh accent. “But do tell me more about what vexes you so, dear girl.”

I grin, leaning my elbows on the counter, dispensing with the overhead of the accents for a bit. “Oh man…so we have our student council meeting today right? It’s the end of the year so we’re going over our budget. Turns out we have a surplus.”

“Well, that’s not a bad problem to have”

“Sure, it’s great. Except Ashley, the class president, wants to use it to throw a big end-of-year bash for the students. The rest of us thought the money would be better spent on buying new books for the library. So we argued about it for like an hour before finally taking a vote, and then, get this, most people sided with Ashley!”

Mom shakes her head as she reaches up to grab two bowls from the cabinet. The fabric pulls up a bit and I catch a glimpse of the backs of her bare legs and the lower curve of her bare bottom, “She’s trying to keep her constituents happy” she says, putting the two bowls on the talas escort counter, “High school politics. I know it sucks, but it’ll prepare ya for the real world.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah I guess. I just wish we could use the money for something more meaningful.”

“Well, don’t stress about that Ashley crap. Just keep speaking your truth and standing up for what you believe in.” She opens the freezer door and the loud hum fills the kitchen.

“Hmm, what do you think? Vanilla or chocolate?” she asks, evaluating the options in the freezer.

“I should think vanilla would be a suitable accompaniment to the brownie treats” I say dramatically as I reach under my school sweater to unclasp my bra. I deftly slip the straps down my arms and pull the bra out through the sleeve of my school sweater before dropping it on the floor next to my back pack.

Mmm that’s better, I say as I unconsciously reach under my sweater to rub the skin under my boobs where the underwire had been digging in all day. I can already feel the relief.

“Oh my god, seriously those brownies smell awesome” I ask, catching another whiff from the oven.

“Yeah, it’s a new recipe I’m trying from last season’s Bake Off. Salted caramel brownies topped with a brown sugar caramel sauce and sea salt”

“Yum,” I say as I reach under my skirt and slide my fingers into the sides of my cotton panties. I wiggle them down over my hips, letting them drop to my ankles. Stepping out of them, I kick the panties to the side next to the bra.

Next is my plaid skirt, with its crisply ironed pleats. I fumble a bit with the zipper in the back before it gives way, and the tartan fabric loosens around my waist. I shimmy my hips side to side, allowing the skirt to slide down my legs and onto the growing pile on the floor.

I smooth my hands down the front of my sweater, making sure the hem covers me decently. The navy blue cashmere stops just above mid-thigh, a bit shorter than my usual school outfit.

Like the ritual itself, I’m not sure how this no pants-and-panties part of our tradition started. It must have happened one particularly hot summer day when we were too lazy to put on our full outfits. But at some point it got enshrined into our routine just like the other parts. We’d never be this informal with anyone else, barely dressed, makeup free, hair a mess. But with each other, it feels natural. Comfortable even.

At the same time…lately there has been an edge to our state of undress that I can’t quite put my finger on. A subtle excitement in the air.

The cool air raises goosebumps on my bare legs and bottom. There’s a buzz in my belly I don’t understand. I feel shy, and bold at the same time. Exposed, but safe here in this space we’ve created.

I don’t know if Mom feels it too, this nameless tension. Neither of us acknowledges it. We just carry on every Wednesday night with our silly accents and mindless chatter, as if we aren’t practically naked.

As I stand there in just my sweater and socks, I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror and look at myself appraisingly.

I’m a blend of my parents’ looks – I have my dad’s thick, dark brown hair that falls in loose waves past my shoulders. But my delicate features and petite, slender build comes from Mom’s side. She still sometimes calls me her “mini-me” although at 5’6, I’m 3 inches taller than her now.

I run my hands down my sides, over the curves of my hips. Through the soft cashmere of my sweater, I trace my fingers along my flat stomach. I turn to the side, noting how my breasts protrude under the fabric. My legs are smooth and toned from years of dance classes. I lift one foot off the ground, pointing my toes and elongating my leg in the mirror and sweep my hair over one shoulder, tilting my head to the side, practicing exaggerated poses and expressions. I can’t help but giggle at my exaggerated pouty face.

Oh yes Miss Eva, you do look simply gorgeous, I think to myself in an exaggerated snooty inner voice. With your lithe dancer’s body and flowing chestnut locks, you put these other unrefined plebeians to shame.

I straighten up and place one hand haughtily on my hip, tossing my hair and narrowing my eyes as I pursed my lips into a judgmental little moue.

The other girls at your school? Positively pedestrian, I sniff disdainfully in my head. Not an ounce of taste or sophistication to be found amongst the hoi polloi at that dreadfully provincial school of yours. But you, dear girl, are destined for greater things.

I catch Mom’s eye in the reflection and we both burst out laughing at my over-the-top posturing.

“What in heaven’s name are you doing over there, Miss Eva?” Mom asks between giggles.

“Oh nothing, m’lady,” I reply lightly with an exaggerated curtsy. “Just entertaining myself while you slave away over there with the brownies.”

Mom shakes her head, amused. “Well, feel free to keep me entertained. The adventures of Miss Hoity Toity look positively tarsus escort thrilling.”

I notice her eyes flicker down to take in my bare legs and thighs before meeting my gaze again. I feel a subtle thrill rush through me at having her attention on my exposed skin. It makes me suddenly aware of the cool air hitting the bare skin between my legs, and I resist the urge to squeeze my thighs together.

“No sweatshirt today?” she asks casually as she turns around and checks the oven timer. She’s referring to the oversize Garfield sweatshirt that I usually wear on our TV nights.

“Oh um, nah, this sweater is so comfy, I figured why not keep it on,” I say, self-consciously smoothing my hands down the soft cashmere again.

Mom nods approvingly. “Looks comfy,” she says simply, before turning her attention back to the oven.

“Alrighty, the recipe said 35 minutes but the oven runs hot so I’m guessing these brownies gotta be close to done,” She bends down, opening the oven door. The blast of warm air fills the kitchen with the intoxicating chocolatey aroma.

As she peers inside, the worn grey fabric of her sweatshirt rides up even further, exposing her bare backside. Her cheeks are pale and smooth against the oversized shirt, barely covered now that she’s stretched over. I catch a glimpse of the sides of her hips, the curve of her cheeks peeking out as she reaches into the hot oven.

“Ah splendid, I do believe our treats are ready!” Mom says enthusiastically, the sound echoing slightly inside the oven.

As Mom reaches in to pull the hot tray out, she shifts her feet further apart, spreading her legs a bit to brace herself. Her body stretches forward, causing the oversized sweatshirt to ride up even more.

From my spot at the counter, I suddenly have an unobstructed view between her parted thighs.

I feel my face flush hot as my eyes linger for a split second longer than they should. I avert my gaze quickly, but the image is seared into my mind.

As she straightens up and turns around, the sweatshirt falls back into place, once again covering her. She sets the hot pan on the stove top and blows a strand of loose hair out of her face.

“Whew, hot oven!” she says, fanning herself. Her cheeks and chest are flushed pink from the heat.

I nod, trying to act casual and ignore a different kind of heat I feel creeping up my neck. “Yeah you look hot!” I joke lamely. She gives me a look and swats me with the oven mitt as she walks past to grab a spatula.

I clear the mental image from my mind and hop up onto one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter, my bare legs swinging freely. I love the feeling of the cool air on my thighs each time I kick my socked feet back and forth.

“So, what about you? How was work today?” I ask as Mom drops a hot brownie into each of our bowls. The sweet, chocolaty aroma fills my nose.

“Ugh, more drama” Mom says, rolling her eyes. “Actually pretty similar to your ordeal. The university is trying to take some of our funding away from the lab.” She scoops a generous portion of vanilla ice cream on top of each brownie.

“What? Why?”

“The provost thinks the funds would be better used to expand the football program.” She punctuates her point by throwing the ice cream scoop into the sink.

“So football is more important than Alzheimers?”

Mom has been studying Alzheimer’s disease for over a decade now. As a neuroscientist, she runs a lab at the university and is close to a major breakthrough in understanding the underlying causes.

“Apparently,” she replies, annoyance in her voice.

She pushes a bowl and spoon towards me, which I accept eagerly.

I dig my spoon in, scraping up a big scoop of gooey brownie and ice cream and take a bite. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. “Oh my god, this is insane,” I mumble through the mouthful.

Mom looks pleased, leaning forward on her elbows across from me at the counter. “Yeah? The brown sugar caramel makes all the difference, right?” I nod vigorously, already going in for another giant spoonful.

“So tell me more about this budget fight. Why can’t they just get more funding for football but let you keep what you need for the lab?”

Mom sighs, taking a small bite of her brownie. Even when annoyed she manages to eat daintily.

“I wish it were that simple. But funding is limited so it becomes an either/or situation.” She shakes her head in frustration. “The committee that decides these things is run by a bunch of old guys who care more about the football team’s ranking than groundbreaking scientific research.”

“Fucking sexists.” I say I say through a mouthful of brownie.

Mom shoots me a look. I get ready for the “Language young lady!” scolding, but it never comes. Instead she just smiles, “Yeah. Total fucking sexists.”

I love having these types of adult conversations with Mom. A year ago I probably wouldn’t have cared at all about her research and budget problems. But it seemed like taşköprü escort right around the time I turned eighteen, Mom started confiding in me more, talking to me like a friend instead of just her daughter. We chat about all kinds of things these days – her frustrations at work, my high school drama, even more personal stuff like her feelings about Dad being gone so much for work. I know she gets lonely with him working nights so often.

In turn, I’ve started opening up to her about things I used to keep private. Just last week, I shyly confessed my crush on Sarah, the pretty blonde junior who plays clarinet in band. I was so nervous telling Mom that I liked a girl, but she just squeezed my hand supportively and said love is love.

“Well, they obviously don’t understand how important your work is. Maybe you should organize some kind of demonstration to bring more awareness? I bet a bunch of us students would protest with you, get some signs going.”

Mom laughs at my enthusiasm. “I appreciate the support, but this is just normal academia stuff Eves. I’ve been through this before. I’ll twist a few arms, maybe write up a couple grant proposals to make up the difference, and everything will work out.”

“Yeah, I know. You got this.” I mumble through another delicious mouthful. A bit of melted ice cream dribbles down my chin. Before I can grab a napkin Mom leans over the counter and gently wipes it off with her thumb.

Her face is just inches from mine, and I catch the subtle floral scent of her perfume. Her bright blue eyes lock with mine for a brief second before she casually licks the ice cream off her thumb and sits back down.

I feel my cheeks grow warm and quickly avert my gaze back to my bowl. My heartbeat quickens from the unexpected contact, mild as it was.

Get it together Eva, I silently scold myself. It’s just Mom doing her usual Mom stuff. I clear my throat, trying to regain composure. Feeling flustered, I change the subject.

Feeling flustered, I change the subject. “Oh yeah! So speaking of neuroscience,” I say, my voice a little higher than normal, “today I was reading an article for my psychology class about oxytocin. It like helps people bond with each other. Apparently women release a lot of oxytocin when they…um…like orgasm too”

I pause, a little embarrassed that I just threw out that random factoid. Mom looks at me curiously, waiting for me to continue. Where the hell did that come from?

“I uh…I just thought that was interesting. We’ve been bonding so much lately and I feel like we’ve gotten really close. Maybe that’s…from oxytocin?” I fiddle with the edge of my sweater, not meeting her gaze.

Mom pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. “No, you’re right. Oxytocin definitely plays a role in bonding” she says finally. “And, I feel like we’ve gotten really close too…it’s…really nice”

I nod silently and take another bite of dessert.

She absentmindedly stirs her spoon around her bowl. “Have you…” she hesitates. “uh, you know, ever had an orgasm?”

I nearly choke on my brownie at her unexpected question. “Mom! Seriously,” I laugh incredulously.

Mom laughs, too, clearly amused.. “What? I’m your mother, we should be able to talk about this stuff. Plus, you’re technically an adult now” she adds, pointing her spoon at me.

I hesitate, feeling my cheeks flush even more. Are we really going to talk about this? I’m not sure if my reluctance stems more from embarrassment…or an unsettled feeling about where else this kind of conversation might lead.

“Well…kind of?” I mumble. “I mean, I’ve explored…down there. And it feels really good, for sure.” I don’t know how to put into words the intensely pleasurable feelings I’ve discovered when touching myself. The warm tingles that seem to radiate outward, the breathless high right before something intense happens. But I’ve never been totally sure if I fully “finished,” so to speak.

Mom regards me thoughtfully across the kitchen island. “That’s great, sweetie.” She smiles. “It’s totally healthy and normal to explore your own body at your age.”

I nod, biting my lip.

Let’s just leave the conversation right there and change the subject Eva.

“So uh…what about you?” I ask tentatively.

As soon as the words leave my mouth I feel a nervous twist in my stomach. Why did I ask that? Where did that come from? I stare at my bowl, watching the chocolate and vanilla swirl around.

But Mom just laughs softly. “Well I guess that’s a fair question considering I just asked you the same….” She takes a moment of consideration before answering.”I mean at my age, I’ve had my fair share of orgasms, of course. But at the present moment, not as often as I’d like, honestly.” She makes a face. “Between my busy schedule and what not, the timing doesn’t always work out.”

I nod, keeping my gaze fixed on my bowl.

She shrugs, scraping the last bit of ice cream from hers. “I certainly don’t have the freedom to just take matters into my own hands whenever I want, if you know what I mean.” She winks at me. “Not with my own teenage daughter running around the house.”

I let out a nervous laugh, my heart pounding almost audibly in my chest. Is she implying…? No. Stop it, Eva. I shake the intrusive thought from my head.

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Twins Hate Each Other

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Have you ever walked into a room and seen somebody that you instinctively hate? When that person meets your eyes you can see that she hates you as much as you hate her? Such a visceral hate that you wouldn’t piss on her if she was on fire? Well, that’s how I hate Roberta.

Alas, she’s my twin sister! I don’t know if we came out of our mother fighting but wouldn’t doubt it. Maybe she did something to me in the womb that started it. I don’t remember any single incident from our early years that could be called the cause of this hatred.

Pre-school years we just couldn’t get along. I’d damage her dolls, she’d tell our parents and I’d get a licking. I’d retaliate and so would she. It quickly escalated to fists and feet. By the time we reached seventh grade both of us had our share of black eyes, split lips and all kinds of bruises. No matter what our loving and patient parents tried, nothing stopped it. They even took us to see a child psychologist. Didn’t help.

In the seventh grade I got a big growth spurt. Shot up to almost six foot tall and broad shoulders. She remained well under five feet. Then our parents laid down the law: “Robert, you are way bigger than Roberta and very capable of really hurting her. If you do then we will send you to juvenile hall and you will never be allowed home. Do you understand?”

I could only nod my head and fight back tears. I loved my parents as much as I hated Roberta.

That ended our physical confrontations. She couldn’t start it either as I was big enough to grind her face in the dirt while not doing any permanent damage.

Thus the verbal and psychological warfare escalated. We knew, however, that getting too loud resulted in our being punished. Often that punishment resulted in us being forced to study together in the same room. I could feel the hate radiating from her and, I’m sure, she could feel it from me.

Of course, the punishments got stiffer as we got older: No TV, internet, games, etc.

In high school we tried our best to make the other’s life miserable. She spread the rumor that I had a tiny dick and came too quickly. I let out that she was a slut with herpes and genital warts. It made for a difficult social life for me and for her. By our high school senior year, I was 6’4″ and 220 pounds, starting tight end for 4 years. Enough guys (communal showers, remember), and girls, had seen my dick so the tiny dick rumor lost its impact. Even though she was now a firm 5 foot, 100 pound woman, she had great difficulty overcoming the STD label I hung on her. Objectively, she was a fox with nice tits and a firm ass but to me she was just a pain in the ass and I loathed her.

All though school, we made it a practice to not have the same classes together. Mostly worked. I doubt that in our four years of high school we exchanged more than a dozen words in school.

Not a lot more words spoken at home, for that matter, except bitter accusations and recriminations.

Somehow, we managed to graduate. Graduation ceremonies called for everyone to come up on stage, one by one, to accept our diplomas. We were arranged alphabetically. That meant we had to sit together and she came up on stage immediately after me. This was a potential time bomb. Our parents solved it by saying “If either of you does anything to disrupt the ceremony he or she will be allowed home for one hour to pack a suitcase. There won’t be any reprieve and the person will be disowned permanently. Do you both understand?”

Of course, we had to agree. We had previously been told that a graduation open house would be joint or there wouldn’t be one. We went without. She went to her parties and I went to mine.

I had a partial scholarship to play football on the west coast. She had a partial scholarship to go to school on the east coast. That was almost enough separation.

All through our college years, we tried to arrange visiting home when the other wasn’t coming. Mostly worked although we were forced to spend Christmas together. I managed to miss Thanksgiving since football season wasn’t over.

During the entire four years I never once asked how she was doing or what she was studying. Needless to say, we never communicated with each other. Our long-suffering parents attended our graduations. I received a degree in economics. Didn’t know or care what she got hers in.

I became a private detective but quickly evolved into starting my own security firm. Didn’t know what she did but hoped she was working on the street corner as a whore.

One cold December night two and a half years after our college graduations, our parent’s old furnace developed a leak in the heat exchanger. It filled the house with carbon monoxide. They never woke up. After a couple of days of no activity at the house, the neighbors got the police to open the door where they were found in their bed.

The family lawyer notified us. We flew in to take care yıldırım escort of funeral arrangement and all that goes with their departure from this world.

When I walked into the house, the first thing I saw was Roberta crying on the sofa. If I would have had the least amount of character, I would have held her in my arms to share our grief. I couldn’t take those ten steps. I nodded my head to her, my eyes fill with my own grief. I suppose she could have made the same ten steps but she likewise didn’t.

We managed to sit together at the funeral and at graveside but there was still a wall between us. We somehow managed to pick out a few things of our parent’s things that we each wanted. Surprisingly, little conflict. I took dad’s old double barrel shotgun and one of two albums of photos. Roberta took the other album and a few of mom’s things. We called Goodwill to get the rest. Called a real estate company to sell the house. Had the lawyer set things so all we had to do was OK any sale.

The reading of the will took place. Our parents left us off with a few hundred thousand dollars each. There was one part the lawyer insisted we listen to. “It was always our lifelong dream that the two of you would reconcile your differences and become brother and sister. If you two are still as you were, then we consider ourselves failures as parents. We only hope that one day you two will realize what you have in each other.”

I took this hard, as Roberta probably did. We had loved our parents but there wasn’t any way to put aside our 24 years of hate and distrust.

When we walked out the door, I glance briefly at her. Then got on with my life.

I never heard from her after we signed the papers selling the house. I wishfully imagined her a street whore but gave it no further thought.

My company picked up important clients needing our security services. Since some of the contracts became more hazardous (think middle-east), I started to hire more ex-SEALS, Special Forces, Marines and Rangers. Tough men who knew how to handle themselves and protect their responsibilities. We grew into nine figures.

Six years after my parent’s deaths, my receptionist informed me “Mr. Hubbard, there’s a Bobby Winston with an appointment to see you.”

“OK, show him in.”

“Show her in, you mean.”

The door opened and Roberta stepped in!

“What the fuck are you doing here?” was all I could manage.

She didn’t smile, only started to cry. “Hello, Robert.”

“Why are you here?”

Her face was lined. It looked like the tears were following gullies. Her green eyes were swimming in tears, as well. She looked a lot older than our 31 years. At first she couldn’t say anything. She just hung her head and cried, fingers wrapping around each other.

“Again, why are you here?”

“Can I sit down? I’ll explain.”

Against my better judgement, I let her sit instead of having her thrown out.

“Robert, although this kills me, I don’t have any place else to turn to. I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me to.”

I didn’t say anything, simply looking at her to continue.

“I got married to Calvin Winston shortly after our parents passed. We have a daughter, Carrie, who is now three.” At this point she dug into her purse and handed me picture of a cure toddler. Blonde hair, green eyes, like her mother.

“Shortly after Carrie was born Calvin started gambling, and losing heavily. He quickly went through all of our savings, mortgaged the house, and lost everything. We were on the run from his bookies and other creditors. We ended up here in Atlanta where he figured we wouldn’t be known. He continued gambling and finally went to a loan shark and got a 100 thousand loan. No clue how he did but he could be very charming when he wanted. He lost that, too. He jumped off the 33rd floor of an office building.”

So far, it looked like a happy ending as my sister was now broke and probably homeless.

“Now the loan shark is after me to pay back the 100 thousand, plus interest. The interest is 10 thousand a week. I have nothing left. Carrie’s at the sitter and I don’t have enough money to pay her.

“The loan shark says that I will pay. That I will do it on my back.”

I thought of what that means and was happy that my dream of her becoming a street whore was coming true. “Well, at fifty dollars a pop and twenty a night, will only take you about three months to pay it back.

She turned bright red and I swear I could see steam coming out of her collar. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you fucking bastard? Seeing me reduced to that!

Take a look at that picture of Carrie again. What would become of her? At best, she would end up in the foster system. At worst she could become a part of the human trafficking underworld.

You’d be happy to see me like that but what did Carrie ever do to you? Like it or not, she’s your flesh and blood. Are you happy for her to waste her life like that? What would mom yıldızeli escort and dad say?”

I felt like I had run into a brick wall! Shit! I didn’t care about her, did I? She was right. Carrie was a complete innocent and as much as I hated her mother, I couldn’t throw her to the wolves.

“As much as I hate to say it, you’re right: I can’t let Carrie go through this.

Who is this loan shark and what exactly does he want?”

The spine seen to go out of here and she slumped in the chair. “His name is Simon. He has Calvin’s marker and says I own him three weeks of interest. I have to pay him this evening. I think he’s also going to want a sample.”

“Call him and arrange the meeting. Tell him to bring the marker and you’ll bring the principal and the interest. Tell him you’re also bringing your brother to ensure there aren’t any misunderstandings.

Where is Carrie? I’ll send somebody over to make sure nothing happens.”

She calls the shark from my office and sets up a meeting at four in sleazy bar.

I have the receptionist take her to the executive lounge until we are ready to go. In the remaining two hours I get things rolling. First, I call Jim Simpson, head of security details. Tell him what, when where and how things need to be done.

He calls a few people and says they know this shark. He enjoys hurting people that don’t pay but enjoys the money more. Jim thinks the shark will take the money and vigorish and cut off any further problems – once we explain things to him. Jim set us a security detail and gets me the money: 100 thousand plus 30 thousand. Gives me an extra 10 thousand in case. Carrot-stick.

There’s a nagging thought that she is simply playing me. Thirty years of mistrust is hard to overcome.

I gather her up and we start to the bar. “Just introduce me as your brother and let him know that I’ll be handling things. OK? I’ll have my guys there so keep a minimum profile. Don’t react and don’t worry.” I still couldn’t bring myself to taking her hand.

We get to the bar and take a booth near the rear. She doesn’t see Simon but I’m pretty sure he has informers telling him that we’ve arrived. I’m aware that I’m sitting next to her, leaving the other side of the booth for Simon. When he arrives with a couple of his friends, he comes right to her. She introduces me “My brother, Robert.”

“You got the money? 150 K?”

“Getting greedy? It’s 130.”

“Nah, you’ve introduced yourself into this, so that’s an extra 20.”

“Don’t think so. Here’s the 130. Now the marker?”

“My friends and I think you need a couple more weeks to make up your minds, so that’s 20k more.”

“Your friends need better brains… You ever hear of Eagle Security?”

He pauses for a split second. “Yeah. So what?”

“I own Eagle and you’ve got to know I’m not here alone.”

He squints a little, just a tightening of his eyes shows he understands.

“Now I’m an honest business man, just like you.” I told him. “I know you want to squeeze every penny from your investment but sometimes that exposes you to greater risks. Right?

So, it would seem good business to take what’s in hand, 130, and not let expectations run wild.

But, I’m a nice guy and if you hand over the marker and forget she exists, then I think I can find another 10. Sound good to you?”

Don’t think he was all that happy but he wasn’t stupid. A nod and one of his friends hands him the marker. He puts the marker on the table and I put a bag containing 14 bundles of 100 dollar bills, each worth 10,000 onto the bench on his side of the table. He did a quick check, nodded and left. Roberta started breathing again.

“Is he really gone or will he come back?”

“I think he knows he got a good deal. He could have tried to just take the money or we could have just grabbed him but either of those two courses would have resulted in a lot of complications. Pretty sure he’s aware of what could have happened. In any event, we’ll keep an eye on him.

Let’s get out of here. This isn’t the best neighborhood. Let’s go get Carrie.”

That was the easy part of the problem. What do I do about Roberta? She has nothing left but Carrie. If I simply said to take a hike, then she and Carrie wouldn’t be any better off. I had no idea of what she was qualified to do nor if she even had a place to stay tonight. Guess we need to see options after picking up Carrie.

We arrived at a small, brownstone house in a middle class neighborhood. We got out and knocked on the door. I noted my security people across the street. A young, harassed-looking woman answered the door. “Bobby, you’re just in time. Carrie just woke up from her nap. Who is this?”

“This is my brother, Robert.”

“Nice to meet ya. I’ll get Carrie.” She soon reappeared walking Carrie down the hall. Carrie was just rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Mommy!” She jumped into Roberta’s arms. She looked at me as if to say who is this?

“Carrie, this is your yozgat escort uncle Robert.”

Wise beyond her years, she said “Cool. I didn’t know I had an uncle. Do I have an aunt, as well? How come I’ve never met you before?” At that Roberta stopped her.

“Your uncle and I haven’t seen each other in years.”

“How come?”

I laughed and said “It’s difficult to explain. When you get older we’ll talk.”

With a child’s quick change, she said “I’m hungry. Can we get pizza? Are we going back to the building we stayed at last night?”

A thousand questions in a few seconds. Wow!

“Do you have a place to stay?”

“We can stay a few more days at the shelter…”

Guess I can fix that. I paid the sitter and we got into the car. One immediate problem: Carrie didn’t have a car seat. How had she gotten here? Bus. I went back inside and borrowed their car seat. Left a message with Jim to replace it.

A thousand questions went through my mind. Can I bring her home? “You can stay with me till we get something figured out. Do you have anything at the shelter that you need?”

“A small suitcase of clothes for us and the picture album.”

We went to the shelter and she retrieved her stuff.

I drove into the parking garage and we took the elevator to my penthouse condo. I should note here that the penthouse was in large part because of security. Our company has made a lot of enemies and some weren’t above trying to get revenge. We own the whole complex and while you don’t see the security, believe me, it’s there.

When I open the door, Carrie’s eyes went wide. The whole place seemed so big to her. Of course, I don’t collect much and live pretty simply so there really isn’t much in the way of furnishings. Just the basic sofa, chairs and a table. “Wow! How many people live her?”

“Well, Carrie, just me.”

Roberta looked at me to ask about girlfriends or wife. “No, neither. I have an occasional date over but infrequent. Gone too much.”

There are four guest bedrooms, so I asked if she want a separate one for Carrie or just one for both.

She said Carrie wouldn’t like sleeping alone.

“OK, let’s try this one. It has its own bathroom and bed is good sized. Just throw your stuff here.”

I had ordered pizza before we went into the garage, so it was quickly on the way up.

We settled around the table with pizza. Carrie only got water as I didn’t have any milk. “Roberta, would you like something to drink?”

“Soft drink, please.”

Had I heard right? She said please. Not sure I ever heard that from her before. It would have been awkward conversation but Carrie did all the talking. “Are you sure she’s only three?”

“Almost four.” Came the quick reply from Carrie.

I sat in a chair while they sat in the sofa so Carrie could watch cartoons for a while before going to bed. Neither Roberta nor I said a word to each other. I found it difficult to believe that the woman I hated most in the world was seated not ten feet from me, in my living room, and I didn’t have my hands around her neck.

I also thought more about Carrie. Why was I so taken with some child I had never met? Admittedly, she’s my niece but why did she strike something in me? Maybe it was because I never really had a childhood friend. Roberta seemed to wipe out that opportunity. I can only recall our fighting driving away any chance of having a friend. Perhaps, I’m trying to create a childhood that I never had. Or I didn’t want her to have a childhood like mine.

Roberta got up and told Carrie “Time for bed.”

Carrie wasn’t too interested in going to bed. Too many new things, like an uncle and this house. Roberta was firm and Carrie was marched off to bed. Before she left the room, she hugged me tightly around the neck and said “Good night, Uncle Robert.”

“Night, Carrie.”

While Roberta was getting Carrie ready for bed in the bathroom and tucking her in, I was in a quandary. I would have liked nothing better than chucking Roberta out the door but the feel of Carrie’s arm around my neck suppressed that notion. I certainly wasn’t looking forward to Roberta’s return from the bedroom. Maybe my visceral hate for her was cracking around the edges.

It was to a very tense silence when she sat back down on the sofa. “Would you like something to drink?”

She hesitated a moment as if trying to figure out how I was insulting her. “Scotch, if you have it.”

I got up and quickly returned with two glasses of single malt. We sipped quietly for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to start, nor for that matter, knowing where to begin. She picked a safe beginning. “Carrie’s out like a light. She really seems to like you.”

“I like her, too. There haven’t been any kids in my life, so it’s unique.” Giving her an opening.

She chose the safe path by saying “She’s my life. I’m beginning to understand how mom and dad felt.”

“I miss them and visit their graves as often as I can. You know the old house was torn down and is now an apartment building?”

She looked at me, sad eyes above her glass “I haven’t been there since the funeral. I would have like to but Calvin and I got married shortly after the funeral. We never had the money to go.”

“Your share of the house and savings should have been more than enough…”

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Kendisi esini 5 yıl önce kaybetmiş çocukları istanbulda çalışıyorlarmış burada yanlız yasıyormus hava sıcak oldugu ve elimdeki yüklerden dolayıda hafif terlemiş yorulmustum evinin önüne geldiğimizde tesekkür ederim zahmet oldu bundan sonra tasırım dedi olur mu nasıl olsa geldim sakıncası yoksa yukarıya çıkarabilirim dedim peki hava sıcak yoruldun belki bir soguk su içer soluklanırsın zahmet olmayacaksa 3. kat dedi Önümden merdivenlerden çıkmaya basladı altında dizlerinde bol bir etek vardı merdivenlerden Kızılay travesti çıkarken bacaklarını görebiliyordum bembeyaz bir teni kalın bacakları vardı yukarıda oldugu için baldırlarına kadar görebiliyordum inanın o an sikim tas gibi oldu pantalonumu delecekti kapının önüne geldiğimizde girin isterseniz bir elinizi yuzunuzu yıkayın dediğinde hiç ikiletmedim o önden ben arkadan eve girdik posetleri mutfaga bıraktım banyonun yerini sordum gösterdi temiz hos bir evi vardı banyoya girdim ellerimi yıkarken biraz önce gördüğüm kalın bacaklarını beynimden atamıyordum banyoda yeni dus alındıgı belli idi hafif ıslaklık vardı gözüm hemen kirli sepetini aramaya basladı gördüğümde inanın kalbim yerinden çıkacaktı Açtım en üstte siyah büyük bir sutyen vardı elime aldım kokladım asıl aradığım kiloduydu hemen altında büyük beyaz pamuklu bir kilot duruyordu çıkarirken kenarları lastik yerlerinden toparlanmıs elime aldım duzelttim ve baktim ağı henüz yeni çıkardığı için hafif nemli ıslaktı heyecanlanmıstım hafif kirliydi içerdeki hiç tanımadığım olgun kadının kilodu elimdeydi agını açıp burnuma götürdüm içime cektim kokusunu amının kokusunu alıyordum kilodundan ıSonra dilimi değdirdim sanki amını yalar gibi çıldırmak üzereydim o tat o koku beni delirtmişti sikimi pantalonunmdan cıkarıp kiloduna sürttüm sanki amına sürter gibi ama bosalmanın yanlız olacagını düşünerek istemesemde Kızılay travestileri bırakıp içeriye gectim mutfaktaz seslendi limonata var içmek istermisin diye zahmet olmazsa diyerek mutfaga girdim masaya oturdum limonatami ikram etti kendisi hem sohbet ediyor hemde aldıklarını yerlestiriyordu eğildikçe memeleri bacakları açılıyor benim yaragım pantalonumu delecek gibi oluyordu bir kaç kez bakıslarımı yakaladı çekindim ama engelde olamıyordum sen evlimisin diye sordu ben eşimin tatilde oldugunu 15 gün yanlız oldugumu söyledim güldü seninde benden bir farkın yok dedi zor senin işinde deediBen evet yemek ve malum konularda zor oluyor dediğimde gülümsedi işareti almıstım nede evlenmediğini sordum artık bu yastanm sonra kim onu beğenir kim alır gibi birşey soyledi Bende çok güzel bir kadın oldugunu çok erkeğin aklını başından alacagını söyledim güldü hadi canım sende nerde güzellik dediğinmde bana göre cok cekici oldugunu gördüğümden beri çok etkilendiğimi söyleyiverdim gercekten böyle mi düşünüyorsun diye sordu yaklastım nefes alısları hızlanmıstı evet derken dudaklarına yapıstım ateşli bir şekilde öpmeye basladım inanın öpüşürken kendinden gecmişti ayakta öpüşürken sikimi göbeğine dayamıs kendime çekmiştim ellerimlede poposunu avucluyordum hafif tombul yumusacık vucudu vardı önünde diz cöküp bacaklarını oksamaya eteginin altından amına dogru oksamaya vbasladım Travesti kızılay yataga gidelim dedi beraber yatak odasına gectik uzandı yataga bende yanına uzanıp öpmeye basladım bacaklarından yukarıya dogru oksuyor kiloduınun uzerinden etli yumusacık amını elliyordum amının ıslaklıgı kiloduna gecmişti ne zamandır sevişmiyordu elbisesini çıkardım bacak arasına girerek kilodunu sıyırdım amcıgını yalamaya bacladım amının dudaklarını ağzıma alıyor ve emiyordum altımda kıvranıyordu ters cevirdim ve domalmasını söyledim domaldı iki elinle poponu ayır dediğimde hemen yatı o kucucuk arka deliği önimde açılmıstı yaklaştım ilk nefesimi hissetti göt deliğinde sonra dilimin ıslaklıgını yaladım dilimi arkasına girdiği kadar sokmaya başladım zevkten inliyordu aynı anda mını oksuyordum bende soyundum yaragımı amına sürmeye basladım sokmadan yaragımı dibinden tutup sopa gibi amcıgına vuruyordum sap sap sesleri arasında inliyor sok artık sik beni 5 yıldır kimse girmedi deliriyorum diyordu amına yaragımın kafasını surtup bir hamlede içind egirdim çok dardı ve sıcacıktı birden bir ohhhhhhh sesiyle kıvranmaya basladı girip çıktıkca sesi artıyordu bu sekilde 10-15 dakika içine girip çıktım sanırım 3 defa bosalmıstı birbirimizin üzerine yıgıldık ve o gün orada kaldım sabaha kadar defalarca birbirimizin olduk her türlü degişik fantaziyi yasadık sonra cocuklarının yanına tasındıgı için koptuk ama balıkesirden bu tarz gizlilik içinde birşeyler paylaşabilecegim biri varsa beklerim skyp: darkwater06 yada onurblksr seklinde aratıp mesaj atabilirsiniz ayrıca instgrm: onurblksr10 gercekten gizlilik içinde güvenilir duzgun biriyle en azından sohbet etmek fantazilerinizi paylaşmak isterseniz bekliyorum tsk ederim

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Bir ergenin büyümesiMerhaba, bilirsiniz bu tarz hikayelerde kimse kişisel kimliğini belli etmek istemez. Bu sebeple, isimler yerler, değiştirilmiş olacaktır. Geriye kalan herşey doğrdur.Liste 1’e başlamıştım. Adsl (sınırsız internet internet) terimi yeni yeni yayılmaya başlamıştı. Ve nihayet bizim evimizede internet girmişti. İnternet benim belk**e bu yazdıklarıma sebep olandır. Belk**e…İnternet ile beraber lise zamanında ergen bir çocuğun ilgisi malum yerlere yönelmeye başlamıştı. Ancak hayat normal bir rutinde devam ediyordu. Benden büyük olan abim vatani görevini yapmakta, annem rutin ev hanımı babam ise, bizler için çalışmaya devam etmekteydi. Evde tek kardeş olarak yaşamın verdiği rahatlık elbette fark ettiriyordu. Odada yalnız kaldığımdan, ansızın bi gece yarısı aklıma birşeyler geldiğinde uygulayabiliyordum.Ne demek istediğimi çok iyi anladınız. Bu rutinde hayat devam ederken bi gece ansızın, uyandığımda içerden sesler geliyordu. Fısır fısır konuşmalar. Kalkıp kontrol ettiğimde “sessizce” anne-babamın odasından geliyordu. – O fısıltı sesleri hala merak ederim – Tekrar yatağa döndüm uyumaya çalışırken inleme sesleri duymaya başladım. Sesler aynen şöyleydi:- Annem : “Offf offf, ıhhh ıhhhh”- Babam : “ihh ihhhhh” – sadece hırıltılar- Annem : “yavaşşş ohhh yavaş yavaş sok, ayyyy bu ne ya böyle, çok güzelll offff”Bu sesler ilk duyduğumda beni etkilediği kadarda sinir etti aslında. Bu sesleri duymak hiç istememiştim ve sinirlendim. “Ne yapıyor bunlar” ya diyerek.Sanırım bu sesleri hepimiz duymuşuzdur değil mi? Evet dediğinizi duyar gibiyim.O geceyi aslında unutmuşum taki, bir seks hikaye sitesinde “Ensest Hikayeler” kategorisini duyana kadar. O zamanlarda reklamsız, sol kısmı mavi sağ tarafı beyaz sadece bir site vardı. Ve her kategoride oldukça fazla hikaye vardı. Ancak Ensest kategorisi diğer kategorilere nazaran daha fazlaydı. İlk defa o terimi duymuştum “Ensest” ilginç bir kelime. Ve bende merakla tıkladım tabi. Karşımda anne-baba-oğul-kardeş-hala her aileden yaşanmış hikayeler mevcuttu. O gün pek inceleyemedim siteyi, kalkmam gerekti bilgisayar başından. 1 gün sonra okuldan eve hızla gidip; “Anne bilgisayarda önemli bi ödevim var. Bugün odadam uzunca çalışmam gerekiyor. Benim odamında doğalgazını açarmısın? ” Elektirikli battaniyeyi bilirsiniz değil mi? Evet evet, muhtemel çoğumuz kullanmışsızdır. Kış ayarlarında yatmadan 1 saat önce çalışırıp yatağa girdiğimizde sıcacak uyuduğumuz o çarşaf gibi olan battaniye. GEnelde doğalgaz açılmaz battaniye ile yatardım.Önemli Not:Burdan şöyle bir açıklama yapmalıyım: Gördüğünüz üzre oldukça normal bi aile, fazla doğalgaz parası gelmesin diye tek odada yaşayan, maddi anlamda orta düzeyde belki birazdaha ortanın altında bir aileyiz. Babam çok zengin değil, annem bildiğiniz sıradan bir ev hanımı. Bendeniz ise; ben kendimi pek tanımlıyamıyorum. Yani kısaca, diğer hikayelerdeki anlatıldığı gibi abartı bi yaşamımız yok.Nerde kalmıştık, hah eve merakla gelmiş, odaya geçmek üzereydim. Eve girdiğim annem doğalgazı yaktı, ben hızlıca birşeyler yiyip doğru odama geçtim. Ve malum siteyi açıp ensest kategorisine tıkladım. Bir kaç tane hikaye okumaya başladıkdan sonra ister istemez bende bi elektiriklenme oldu. Bi heycan bi adrenalin. HOşuma gitmişti. Baktım bu iş uzun sürecek, markete gitmek için ayaklandım. Bu detayı neden yazdım şöyle anlatayım, markete kola almaya çıktığımda annem yatakda uzanmış hafif uykulu, üzerindeki şort kalçalarına kadar çekilmiş, sütun gibi bacakları resmen beni, hayır hayır Alanya travesti hiç alakası yok. Kış günüydü battaniye üzerine çekmiş, saçı bile zor görünüyordu. O anlatılan hikayelere hiç aklım ermiyor. Neyse çıkıp annemi uyurken gördüğümde, vijdanımda bi rahatsızlık hissediyordum. Mantığımı bi köşye bırakıp hızla markete gidip kolamı alıp döndüm pc başında. Gece uzun olacaktı…Malum şuan sizin yaptığınız gibi bende bi elim şeyimde bi elim mause’da hikayeleri okuyordum. O an kaç tane hikaye okudum inan hatırlamıyorum ancak, aile ilişkilerinde böyle şeylerin olabileceğini (imkansız gördüğüm) kafamda oluştu. En çok anne oğul hikayesi hoşuma gittiğini fark ettim. Birde anne anlatırsa hikayesini, değmeyin keyfime. O gece ertesi gün okul olduğu için saat geçde olsa, pc başından kalkıp ( tabiki masturamasyon yapıp boşalıp ) uykuya geçtim. O gece annemler seviştimi hiç bi fikrim yok. Ancak uyumadan tek düşündüğüm, bu insanlar gerçekmi? Sizce ?O dönemde cumartesi geceleri ayrı bi severdim. Çünkü zaga vardı 🙂 Hafif ukala ve aykırı insanları hep sevmişimdir. Geç saatlerde başlayan zaga’yı beklerken, annele babam odalarına geçmişti. Neler olacağını tahmin etmesi çok zor değil mi? Ancak o zaman tek fark vardı, artık annem sıradan bir anne değildi. Onlar yatmaya gidince, bende en sevdiğim programdan vazgeçip benimde uykum var diyip doğru yatak odasına gittim. Sanırım bu durum onların hoşuna gitti. Ben yatağa geçtim, uyku elbette azıcık bile yok. Annemleri dinlemeye başladım. Biraz zamandan sonra (tahmin ediyorum, soyundular) yine fısıl fısıl konuşmalar gelmeye başladı. Ancak hiçbirşey şekilde anlaşılmıyordu. Kapalı olan kendi odamın kapısnı sessizce açtım. Belki bi ses duyarım diye ancak o fısıltılar gerçekten hep merak etmişimdir, hala bi ses yok. O sırada -gülmeyin lütfen- elime bi peçete alıp bekledim,odanın içinde ayakta sessizce dinlerken elim şeyimde bekledim…Ve “kırt” diye bir ses geldi. Bu ses annemleri yataklarından gelmişti. Aşırı bir ses yapmaz ama yinede bir ses geliyordu. Kalbim inanın yerinden fırlayacak gibiydi. Nasıl bir heycandı bu! Yazarken bile tuaf oluyorum inanın. Peçeteyi yanıma koyup sadece sese ve şeyime odaklanmaya başladım. Ve beni benden alan o inleme seslerine başlamışlardı.- Annem: “Offf sokkk, sok bitanemmm, sok canımm”- Babam: “sdfsdfdsfsdf” artık ne diyorsa, hiç anlamıyordum. Çok sessiz konuşuyordu.- Annem: “Evet istiyorum. Daha çok sok, off hızlan biraz daha. Eve böyle çok iyi…”Bu ses diğer dinlediğimden çok farklıydı. Daha çok serteşmiştim. Resmen bende uçuyordum. Hikayeler off aklımdam hiç çıkmıyordu. Beynimde anlam veremediğim depremler olurken. İçerden inleme seslerinin arasından bi ses daha geldi. Şaplatma sesleri. Evet bende sizinle aynı şeyi düşündüm.- Annem: “Ne olur hızlan off yalvartma beni sokkk işte hepsini”.- Babam: “sdsdasdsadas”- Annem: “Sert geçir, artık sert istiyorum hadi. Ohhhhhhhhhhh”- Annem: “ayyy offff hızlı hızlı sik ne olur ya” sesler hızlanmaya başladı.- Annem: “Yavaş çocuk uyanacak”Bu ses beni dahada irkti, “Çocuk uyanacak”. Ben kaç kere boşaldığımı hatırlamıyorum. “Çocuk mu?” diye düşündüm kendi kendime. O çocuk dedğin şuan sadece senin inlemelerine hayatında boşalmadığı kadar çok zevkli boşaldı. Offf…O geceden sonra annem artık eski annem değildi…Neler değişti peki hayatımda?Aslında tek fark algı idi. Annem o hikaye ve inleme sesleri ile beraber sadece anne değil artık benim için aynı zamanda bir kadındı. Evde sürekli kalçalarına (bahsettiğim gibi evde Alanya travestileri açık giyinen, mini eteklerle gezen biri değildi asla) bakıyor, gözlerim gögüslerine kaçıyordu. Birgün kapı silerken çömelmiş, elinde bez kapıya sürerken, “annem acaba nasıl ağzına alıyordu?” Bu soru aslında ne kadar tehlikeli bir soru değilmi?Bu soru ile beraber doğru odama koşup gözlerimi kapatıp, içimden;- BEn: “Hadi annecim al ağzına”- Annem: “imm immm” sesler çıkarıyor ağzında benimki olduğu için konuşmaıyor. Sadece gözlerime bakıyordu.Bende onu izleyerek inliyordum. -Off anne babamıda böylemi yalıyorsun, canım annem, bi orospu gibisin (istem dışı söylediğim bir küfürdü) – diyerek boşaldım. Elime değil kilodun içine boşaldım.Bu arada zamanla hızla geçiyor seks dışında bazı duygularıda algılamaya başladım. Daha doğrusu tesbit etmeye… “Din”, “Vijdan”, “Doğru”, “Yanlış”….Seks kadar bu düşüncelerde benimle beraberdi. Bi ara keşke o hikayeleri hiç okumasaydım da demiştim. Gerçi düşünüyorumda şimdi ble dediğim oluyor. Yanlış yaptığımı düşündüm ve ara vermeye karar verdim. Tamam annemleri dinlemek için eks. bi gayret göstermiyordum ama hikayeler alışkanlık yapmıştı. Hergün ama hergün mutlaka okuyordum. Ki cumartesi geceleri bambaşka idi, sabah 5’i buluyor, boşalıyor ve kendi kendime “lan şukadarlık zevk için sabah etttik” diyerek pişmanda oluyordum.Günah kavramı: Din ile o zamanlar daha net tanıştım ve kendimi çok kötü hissettim ve birdaha anneme o gözle alsa bakmayacağım dedim, bunun en için en iyi yöntem o hikayelerden uzak durmaktı. Durabildim mi? Elbette evet, ama sadece 15 gün. Tekrar döndüm o gizli oramıma, annemleri dinliyor, anne hikayelerini daha isteklice okuyordum. Bilmoyrdum belki yasak çekiyordu beni. Bu sırada tabi normal hayat devam ederken, benim ikinci bi hayatımda oluşmuştu. Kendi evrenim. Kendimce bi hayal çizip orda herşeyi serbest bıraktım. Ama herşeyi…Bu düşüncelerden kaçmak tuaf bi şekilde beni daha istekli olarak geri döndürüyordu.Zaman geçiyordu….Ve sonunda okul bitti, askere gittim. Askerde bile, aklımdan atamadım bu konuları. Ve diğer insanları merak etmeye başladım. Acaba benim çevremde benim gibi insanlar varmıydı. Keşke bu duyguları rahatca konuşabileceğim bir arakdaşım olsaydı diyede çok düşünmüşümdür.Detaylarla çok boğmak istemiyorum sizi (seks dışında tüm detayları yazmışsın, dediğinizi duyar gibiyim. Ama gerçek bu.) Askerlik bitti, eve döndüm, daha öncede flört ettiğim bi arkadaşım vardı. Askerden 1 yıl sonra evlendik. Evlerimiz ayrılmıştı. Annemin inleme seslerini askerden sonra bir kere duymuştum. Oda yanımda abim olduğu için ( onun duyduğunu hiç sanmam) pek rahat haraket edemedim. Usulca boşaldım ve uyudum.Evlendim:Evlenmekle beraber ister istemez uzun bir süre, hikaye sitelerinden vs uzaklaştım. Ama bir süre işte. Evlilikle beraber sorumluluklar ister istemez bu ilgiden uzaklaştırdı. Kötümü oldu, aslında evet. Çünkü her uzaklaştığımda dönüşüm daha bir hırs ve istekle oluyordu.Hepimiz bilirsiniz, taboo serisi? Bilmeyenler varmı? İlginçmiş. Taboo serisi benim hayal gücümü yine alt üst etti. 1980 yıllarında avrup bu konuda film bile yapmış. Bi anne-oğul nasıl sevişebilirdi, imkanı varmıydı? Evet var gibi göstermişler. Ya günah peki? Yine hislerim vijdanımla savaşıyordu.Bu enest duygular kaosu, tuaf bir duygu. Evet anne başlangıç ama bu artık nasıl bir hazsa, tüm akrabalar, ile acaba diye düşünüyorsunuz. Ve bizim taşındığımız yerde evi bize yakın olan, “Halam” vardı. Aynen aklınızdan Travesti Alanya geçenler benimde geçti. Annem ile Halam arasındaki farklar.Annem : Kısa boylu pek bakımı olmayan sıradan bir kadın.Halam : Hafif sarışın uzun boylu yapılı, balık etli, giyinimine daha dikkat eden, güzel giyinen bir bayan.Halam evli 2 çocuğu var. itiraf ediyorum, kalçaları anneminkinden daha güzel. Hım birde gögüsleri. Halam o zaman sadece aklımda idi, taki, eşi vefat edene kadar. Ölüm… Bu konuya hiç girmeyelim.Eşi vefatından sonra 6 ay geçti, ve hepinizin düşündüğünü bende düşündüm. Dul bir kadın, ihtiyaçları kesin vardır 🙂 Bunu düşündüğümüz için (ülke olarak) gerçekten kendimden nefret ettiğimde oldu. Çok afedersiniz, lan bi kadın dulsa direk başka bi gözler bakıyoruz. Nasıl bir insanız ya…Bu arada bu duygularımın yanında kendimden bahsedeyim, dışarda asla ama asla bu duyguları taşıdığımı düşünmezsiniz. En yakınım eşim bile bu düşüncelerde olduğum bırakın bilmeyi asla tahmin bile etmez yakıştıramaz. Dışarda gerçekten saygılı, toplumsal ilişkilerim oldukça iyidir. Ama iç dünyam, onu ben bile dile getiremiyorum.Zaman rutin bi şekilde devam ederken bir gün, halam aradı ve rica etti.Halam : “Xxx canım biz 10 günlüğüne dışarı çıkacağız, evde kimse olmayacak. Anahtarları bıraksam çiçekleri sularmısın?”Ben : “Tabiki hala, neden olmasın” dedim.Dedim ama bunun hayatımda ciddi bir değişiklik olacağını nerden bilebilirdim. Sözde eşimle gidecektik, olacak ya, eşim gelemedi ben gittim. Eve gittiğimde çiçekleri suladım. Biraz dinlenmek için oturduğumda. Evdeki sessizlikle beni bi hoşa yaptı. Ve şeytan yine iş başında idi – hikayelerde okuduklarım gibi- Doğru yatak odasına gittim ve çekmeceleri, dolapları kontrol etmeye başladım. Normal çekmeceleri çocuklarn çamaşırları veee evet iiç çamaşırı çekmecesi… Neler mi vardı?Siyah dantelli külotlarjartiylerler ( siyah ve leopar desenli)kırmızı dantelli külotlar, renk renkve külotlu çoraplar desenli desenlioff onlara dokunmak beni uçurdu resmen. Külodu aldım (alırken özenle dikkat ediyordum, koyarkende aynı şekilde koymak için) koklarken ( yok düşündüğünüz gibi değil) detarjan kokuyordu. Bu beni etkilemedi ve beni kirli sepetine yöneltti. Banyoya girdim ve kirli sepeti açtığımda çocukların diğer normal giysileri çıkarıp ve offf o siyah kırmızı karışık dantelli külot, hafif tam (afedersiniz) vajinasının olduğu yerde sarılık, evet çiş.. Ve ben koklamaya devam ettim. Aman Allah’ım bu nasıl bir kokudur. Am suyu, çiş, hafif kir hepsi bi arada. Heycanlandım terledim. Ne yapacağımı şaşırdım. Bi ara tam göt deliğini geldiği yeride kokladım, eve o koku vardı. İyice iğrenleştim değilmi? Sizce? Siz düşünmeye devam edin… Yatak odasına tüm iç çamaşırları çıkardım odaya, ve tuaf bi şekilde bi kilotlu çorabını aldım giydim ve tangasını ve bi tişörtünü tıpkı onun gibi olmuştum. Giyinirken ayna karşısında kendime şöyle bi baktım. İtiraf edeyim kendi kalçalarımı da çok beğenmiştim. Asla asla gay değilim, ancak onların sırf halamın olması, Halamın giyip amının geldiği yere benim o an sikimin gelmesi başka bi hazdı. Aynadan kısa bir süre sonra külodu burnuma yapıştırıp o çiş kokulu kilodu derin derin koklayarak sikimi okşadım. Ve hala hala diye boşaldım. Bitti mi asla, külotlu çorap hafif kirlenmişti, durmadım 2-3 boşalmadan sonra hem yorulmuş hem rahatlamıştım. Heryeri temizledikden sonra evden ayrıldım.Artık halam annemden daha ağır basıyordu, annem bi hayal olarak kalmıştı bende. Halam biraz daha, nasıl desem günahı daha hafifmiş gibi sanki. İç dünyam dahada bir karışıyordu…Buraya kadar okuduğunu için gerçekten teşekkür ederim. Düşüncelerinizi çok merak ediyorum. Hikayenin devamı elbette gelecek, ilk defa iç dünyamı dışa vuruyorum buda iyi geldi sanırım. [email protected] adresine düşüncelerinizi gönderebilirsiniz.

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İlk göt ağrım

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İlk göt ağrım1 sene önce yazdı bir pazar yalnızdım ailem yoktu facebookta hesabım vardı orda takılıyordum gay sayfalarında çok istekliydim yalnızdım ve yarak yemek istiyordum. Biri beni ekledi sonra orda bir sayfada yazdığım yazıyı görmüş baya bir konuştuk işte tek gecelik birşey istediğimi söyledim falan derken bir zaman sonra muhabbet ilerledi ve bana dedi eğer yapmak istersen akşamüstü bana gel eşi 1 haftalığına yokmuş ilk başta korktum tereddütle yaklaştım ama içimdeki azgın pasifi zincirleyemedim ve kabul ettim bana telefonunu verdi konuştuk yeri tarif etti falan sonra ben telefonu kapatır kapatmaz akşam için hazırlanmaya başladım kalçalarımı ve deliğimi temizledim ve başladım beklemeye yaklaşık yarım saat sonra telefon geldi arabayla beni alabileceğini söyledi ve bana bir süprizi varmış süprizi duyunca heycanım biraz daha arttı hemen üstüme birşeyler giyip çıktım dediği yere beni arabayla aldı sonra başladık sohbete gergin olduğumu anladı ve beni rahatlatmaya çalıştı arabda giderken konuşarak bense arada onun yarağına bakıyordum arada göz ucuyla yaşlı bir Alanya travesti adama göre büyük gözüküyordu çok ilgimi çekmişti ve şimdi dokunabilirmiyim diye sordum tabi dedi kocaman ve taş gibiydi yarağı ben yol boyunca kendimi alamayıp onun yarağı ile oynamıştım sonra bir apartmanın önüne geldik hadi dedi daha gece uzun çok oynarsın dedi ve evde hem sana bir süprizim var dedi arabadan inip evine gittik ben hemen merak ve heycan içinde süprizi sordum yatak odasına götürüp beni soydu ve birkaç iç çamaşırıyla beraber elbiseler çıkardı dolaptan bunlar senin için dedi bu gece benim karımsın hadi hazırlan bekliyorum içerde dedi ve gitti aldığı şeyler bir tane dantelli siyah tanga siyah çoraplar ve jartiyer dantelli sütyen ve güzel bir elbiseydi ben hemen heycanla onun için hazırlanmaya başladım içerde sabırsızlıkla bekliyorduki herhalde sürekli hadi hazır değilmisin diyip dyip duruyordu 10 dk sonra odadan dışarı çıktım Kocacıımmm ben hazırım diye salonda kanepede oturmuş o kocaman yarağını okşuyordu gel şöyle karıcım dedi bir bakayım sana ayağa Alanya travestileri kalktı sarılıp okşamaya başladı bi yandan da sımsıkı yarağını popoma sürtüyordu sonra ona dönüp öpüşmeye başladık beni kanapeye atıp üstüme geldi dudaklarımı öpmeye başladı deli gibi öpüştük sonra hadi bakalım birazda ona ilgi göster diyip yarağını gösterdi ben hemen yere inip önüne çöktüm biraz başını yalayarak başladım sonra eliyle kafama bastırıp ağzıma soktu o koca ve sert yarağını ve sakso çekmeye başladım ama hepsini tam alamıyordum ağzıma bir 5 dk sakso çektikten sonra beni tutup ters çevirdi ve önünde domalttı yavaşça tangamı sıyırdı ve deliğimi yalamaya başladı bi yandan da yarağına kayganlaştırıcı sürüyordu sonra bana hazır mısın dedi ben dünden razı bir şekilde ver onu bana kocacım diyerek ellerimle popomu ikiye ayırdım ve deliğimi ona sundum yavaş yavaş bastırmaya başladı ilk başlarda alıştıra alıştıra gidiyordu başını sokuğ çekiyordu sonra birden bire o kocaman yarağını kökledi ben derin ve yükesk bir sesle inledim acıyordu çünkü sonra Travesti Alanya yavaş yavaş arkamda git gele başladı ilk 2-3 dk acıdan inliyor olsamda sonra alışınca inlemelerim zevkten inlemeler haline dönüşmüştü o da bunu anlamış olacaktı ki daha hızlı ve sert gidip gelmeye başlamıştı yaklaşık 5 dk beni o şekil siktikten sonra yarağını içimden çıkarmadan ters çevirdi ve sırt üstü yatırdı beni yere bi yandan öpüyordu bi yandan da beni çatır çatır sikiyordu sonra bi ara sikini komple çıkarıp tekrar tekrar sokmaya başladı ama deliğim o kadar alışmıştı ki çok rahat girip çıkıyordu ve onun yarrağı her girip çktığında ben zevkten deliriyordum yaklaşık 15 dk sonra birden kökleyip yarağını içime yavaş yavaş boşaldı ben ise o boşalmadan 5 dk önce zaten boşalmıştım ve bitmiştim 5 dk o yerden kalkamadım sonra kalkıp deliğimi temizledim döllerden ve tangamı giyinip yanına gittim yatağa çağırdı biraz dinlenelim bir kere daha yapız dedi gece bizimdi yanına gidip yatağa uzandım ve uyuduk sonra beni geceye doğru bir anda tangamı yırtıp beni uyandırıp sikmeye başladı ilkkine göre çok daha sertti tekrardan canım acımaya başlamıştı dur diyecekken ağzımı eliyle kapatıp devam etti bu sefer hızlı boşalmıştı ve yine içime boşalmıştı sonra biraz sevişip uyuduk beraber sabah ben kalkıp bir duş alıp giyinip dönmüştüm ama deliğim hala acıyordu ondan sonrada hiç görüşemedik.

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Always the Bridesmaid…

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…Never the Bride.

Growing up I always knew there was something different about me. I didn’t fit in with the other boys in school, I wasn’t into sports and all my friends were always girls. At a young age, I didn’t understand sexuality and always assumed that I would end up marrying a woman and having children. But as I got older, things started to make more sense to me. By the time I reached university, I had a close group of friends were all women. When we’d be going on a night out, they’d all start getting changed in front of me and I wasn’t checking them out. The one thing I was checking out was their lingerie and how I’d really like to try it on.

Eventually by the time I was 21, I came out as gay and it was a weight lifted from my shoulders. None of my friends were shocked, they were more surprised it had taken me this long to come out to them. From 21 to 23, were what I would class as my experimenting phase. I tried topping but I didn’t feel like I was getting enough out of that, so I found myself an older man who was willing to fuck me for the first time. And that was the best decision I’d ever made. He fucked the cum out of my cock whilst I screamed underneath him and from that night onwards, I was 100% a bottom. Shortly after that night, I was able to move into my own place where over the next couple of years I slept with around 30 different men, but I’d never had a relationship. I stayed safe whenever I could, but immediately signed up to get myself on PrEP.

The one thing I kept from my friends, was my newfound love of women’s panties. I had thrown away all but a couple of pairs of my male underwear and now exclusively wore panties. When at work, I always wore black or white bikini briefs so that if anybody spotted them it wouldn’t be obvious that I was wearing women’s underwear. I always made it clear when meeting men that wearing panties was my preference but if they weren’t into it, I could either wear boring boxers or go commando.

I also already had a feminine figure. I was very slim, only around 5ft 4 inches tall so I was the perfect size and shape if men wanted to throw me around the bedroom. I signed up for a gym membership purely to work on my ass until I’d developed a nice little bubble butt. And by the time I was 25, I grown out my long blonde hair so that it was just past my shoulders. I quite liked having it pulled when someone was fucking me from behind. But like most people over here in the UK, I was stuck in a lockdown when COVID hit. Going two years without sex was an absolute killer for me and there was only so much a dildo could make up for.

But I think it’s selfish of me to complain too much when my best friend had put her wedding on hold for two years. My best friend Katie was due to marry her long-term partner Cassie abroad before the pandemic. Katie and Cassie were complete opposites when it came to looks. Katie had long blonde hair that went down to the middle of her back, while Cassie had short hair that she dyed a dark shade of a purple on a regular basis. Cassie had tattoo’s all over her body where Katie had none. They were both attractive women but when they told people they were together, the reaction was always shock.

I’d known Katie since school. We’d been best friends since we were 14. That meant my Mom was good friends with Katie’s parents. My Dad would’ve been to, but unfortunately, he passed away when I was young. Luckily, my Mom and Katie’s parents were both very understanding and didn’t care about our sexuality as long as we were happy. I still hadn’t brought a man home to my Mom but thankfully she wasn’t the pushy type.

We’d had to cancel the bachelorette parties and luckily, they were able to get a refund for most of the things we’d pre-arranged. Thankfully though, the pandemic had moved on and we were able to get on with re-arranging the wedding and parties. All the plans had completely changed. Nothing would be taking place abroad. The wedding would take place in the Welsh countryside and the venue had hotel rooms and lodges where people could stay overnight. And the bachelorette party was now going to be a night away in York which was a long journey from London.

Our group of friends were all very LGBT friendly, with many of us either being gay or bisexual. We had some straight friends as well and they were very supportive of us all when we were on nights out where we might face some form of abuse. When they originally organised the wedding, Katie had asked me to be her groomsman or bridesmaid, I’m not entirely sure what the term is when you’re supporting two brides. And Cassie had chosen her best friend Jane to be her chief bridesmaid. Jane was bisexual and was currently in a long-term relationship with her boyfriend Chris.

So, one Saturday in the build up to the bachelorette parties, the four of us met up in our local pub so we could finalise the plans of how we were going to get there and how many would be going. Everything was going smoothly as we quickly sorted out the different plans and we all agreed Anadolu yakası travesti on everything so there was no need for any arguments. That just left us to have a few drinks and a catch up. We were approaching summer in the UK, so the weather was warm enough for us to move to one of the benches outside. We found one in the corner where nobody would be sat behind us. I sat next to Katie with Cassie and Jane sitting on the other side. After a while, Cassie and Jane headed into the bar to get us our next round of drinks whilst Katie quickly nipped inside to use the toilets.

Katie got back first and walked around the table behind me and sat back down next to me. She dropped her bag onto the floor and leaned into me, ‘are you wearing lacey underwear?’ She asked me with a big grin on her face.

I’d completely forgotten, but because I’d come from home, I hadn’t thought about changing into my usual bikini briefs which were a lot more discreet than the Victoria’s Secret thong I was wearing now. I reached behind me and could feel the lace on the waistband on the thong before pulling my t-shirt down to cover it. ‘Do you want to say that a bit louder? I don’t think the family on the other side of the car park heard you,’ I said with a bit of an annoyed tone in my voice.

‘So?’ Katie looked at me with a blank expression on her face and when I gave her the same one back, she said, ‘explain?’

‘What’s there to explain?’ I replied to her. ‘I like wearing women’s underwear.’

‘Since when?’ She seemed amused by the whole thing.

‘The last few years, I literally only own panties now.’ I said feeling a little more comfortable about the situation.

‘Oh my god,’ she grabbed a hold of my arm. ‘I have such a good idea now; you’re going to love it. You can be my bridesmaid at the wedding. Like an actual bridesmaid.’

‘What do you mean?’ I was confused.

‘You can dress up, we’ll get you a dress, you’ll look amazing. Please say yes.’ She pleaded with me.

Before I had chance to respond, Cassie and Jane were heading back towards the tables with the drinks before retaking their seats. As we continued talking, I could see that Katie was on edge and really wanted to tell the table what she’d discovered about me. She kept looking across at me and smiling and then looking over at Cassie, I wasn’t bothered if she told them, I wish she’d just stop acting so weird.

‘Why are you two acting so weird?’ Cassie asked. ‘What happened while we were gone?’

Katie looked back across with me, like she was asking for permission to tell them. I looked at her and said, ‘go on, you’ve been dying to tell them since they got back.’

Katie clapped her hands in excitement and then told the other two to come closer, so they started leaning over the table. ‘James wears women’s panties.’ Cassie and Jane both gasped, putting their hands over their mouths. At least none of them laughed which was what I was most concerned about.

‘How does everything fit in there?’ Cassie asked after a little while.

‘It just does,’ I blushed a little bit. ‘You just buy panties that can hold everything in place and for me that’s a lot of them.’

Everyone around the table laughed. ‘I’m a grower not a shower, what can I say?’ I shrugged my shoulders. And it was true. When completely soft I was usually around 3 inches, maybe 4 at a push. But when fully erect, I was a good 7 inches and thick.

‘So, back to my idea,’ Katie started before looking across to Cassie and Jane. ‘I thought it would be such a good idea for James to be my actual bridesmaid. We could help him dress up, it’s a good idea, isn’t it?’

Katie was looking, pleading with Cassie and Jane to agree with her. ‘It’s an amazing idea,’ Cassie said. ‘But that’s only if James is okay with it. We’re not going to force him into a dress for our wedding.’

Katie turned her attention to me, giving me her best puppy dog eyes. ‘What do you think?’ She asked me.

I mulled it over and thought about it. Secretly, I’d been thinking of dressing up for a while. I loved women’s clothes, and I could everything in my sizes including the shoes which was good. ‘We can give it a try,’ I said before Katie jumped on me and hugged me. ‘But what do we tell our parents?’ I asked. With us being such close friends, my parents were invited to the ceremony but couldn’t make the reception so they would still see me during the day. And of course, Katie’s parents would be there.

Katie pondered on it for a little while. ‘We’ll tell them all together. They can come round ours and we’ll tell them at the same time, we’ll go shopping beforehand and they can then see what you’ll look like.’

Suddenly I felt very nervous but agreed to ahead with the plan. We agreed to do it next weekend, that way I could tell them before the bachelorette party. And Katie’s plan was to have me out dressed for that weekend. All in all, I’d have to be out in public 3 times, the party, the dress fitting, and the actual wedding. After the night Anadolu yakası travestileri in the pub, the following week seemed to go by slowly. I spent a lot of time online trying to figure out my size and what kind of outfits I thought I’d suit.

I invested in some more lingerie, this time focusing on bras and bodysuits. I was even lucky enough to still get some matching bras to the panties I already had. I also made a small investment in some fake breasts. They were only a B cup, so were small enough that people wouldn’t notice but still gave me some extra curves on my chest. I started to look at my figure in the mirror and was so thankful for the ass that I’d worked for. It was an ass that most women would love, and I was so proud of it. On the Friday, I took the next step. I’d bought some hair removal cream and some razors and all though I didn’t have a lot of body hair, when I had a shower than evening, I removed everything apart from my hair and when I slept that night, the panties felt so good.

When Saturday came around, I was full of nervous excitement, Katie picked me up in the morning. I just had a t-shirt and some jeans on as we made our way to our local tube station before heading into London to go around the shops. By the time we returned to Katie’s house, I had about 10 full bags of clothes and shoes. And my bank card was in the middle of having a meltdown. We were sat having a cup of tea when Katie’s parents and my Mom arrived. My stomach started to do somersaults as we sat and chatted. I was just waiting for Katie to start the conversation.

‘So, as you know the wedding is fast approaching,’ here she goes I thought, taking deep breaths. ‘And James here, was going to be my best man, bridesmaid or whatever you call a guy supporting a bride. But you see, we have something different planned.’

‘James is going to become my chief bridesmaid,’ she said after a long pause. I looked around the room and tried to see what the reaction was, but nobody seemed to flinch.

‘I think it’s a great idea,’ my Mom was the first to speak up. ‘I think you’d look amazing.’

Katie’s parents also agreed and for the first time, I felt quite calm at the situation. ‘In that case,’ Katie started again. ‘We’re going to head off upstairs and when we come back, I suppose you’ll get your first look at James… or should we say Jamie now?’

Katie took me by the hand and took me up to her bedroom. Once we were in there, she turned to me and told me to strip. I did as I was told, not without awkwardness as I was stood there in a pair of pink bikini panties and nothing else whilst she watched. She then handed me a robe which I quickly put on and fastened before she sat me down in front of her vanity mirror.

She handed me a bobble and I tied my hair up into a bun, so it was out of my face. And for the next twenty minutes or so, I was at her mercy as she applied make-up whilst I just sat there and waited to see what the result was. By the time she was nearly finished, she started to apply some lipstick which felt strange before asking me to put my lips around some tissue which is when I saw that the lipstick was a shade of pink. The final thing she did was take my hair out of the bobble and use a curling iron to style my hair. When that was done, she asked me to turn around so I could look in the mirror.

‘Holy shit,’ was my first response when I saw myself. ‘I look so different.’ Luckily, I didn’t have much of an Adam’s apple so I could easily pass as female when I looked like this.

‘It’s not the best, but it was quick and on the day of the wedding we have a make-up artist who will do it all for you. Are you happy with it?’ She asked nervously.

‘Happy? I don’t think I’ve ever looked better.’ I gently touched my face to make sure it was me still.

She hugged me from behind before suggesting that I put some clothes on before our parents think we’ve ran off together. She handed me a white summer dress that was figure hugging on the top half and quite flowing on the bottom. Once I had the dress on, she finished the look by handing me some brown sandals and that’s when we decided I’d need to get my fingers and toes painted before going out in public.

Katie held my hand as I made my way downstairs and into the living room as our parents all stopped what they were doing and looked in my direction. Katie’s parents were all full of compliments for how good I looked. My Mom sat there with a gasp and her hands covering her mouth, she looked slightly emotional. I was an only child and had always thought about whether my Mom had wanted a daughter.

‘You look beautiful,’ she finally said before standing up and hugging me.

‘Thanks Mom,’ I said. ‘I can’t take all the credit, 99% of it was all Katie’s hard work.’ That made her laugh. ‘Do you think I look okay?’

‘You look perfect,’ she said as her hands cupped my face.

I gave them all a twirl again, making sure not to flash my panties before heading back upstairs. Travesti Anadolu yakası ‘Maybe have a better choice of underwear colour next time,’ my Mom called out to me as I was on the stairs. I hadn’t even noticed but my pink panties were obvious through the white dress.

After I’d gotten changed, Katie helped take my make-up off before helping me to my Mom’s car with all the bags I’d gotten from the shopping. I was going to need a whole new wardrobe to deal with all this. Mom drove me home and helped me into my apartment with my bags. As she was leaving, she gave me another hug, and told me how proud my Dad would be. That made us both cry before we pulled ourselves together and she headed home.

The bachelorette party was next weekend. So, throughout the week, I bought myself some make-up and started to practice on myself two or three times a day depending on whether I was at work. As the weekend got closer, I felt comfortable enough to be able to do my own make-up if I wanted to travel to York dressed. I also had another spending spree and bought more lingerie and clothes, so I had plenty of options for the weekend.

By the time Saturday came around, I had a decision to make. There would be 15 of us travelling to York on two minibuses. I would be on the bus with Katie, Cassie, Jane and the two Mom’s. And then they each had five friends coming each who would be travelling on the other bus. As a last-minute decision, I decided that I wanted to travel as Jamie. I packed some guy clothes just in case I bottled it at the last minute. But I got showered, got rid of any hair on my body and then got dressed. I chose a simple pair of white panties and bra. And then for comfort I chose a pair of my new joggers which had juicy written across the bottom, a simple spaghetti strap top which showed off my little tits with my fake ones inserted into my bra and then I had the matching jacket for the joggers. In my bag, I also packed anything I would need in case I got a little lucky on the night out, I’d asked for my own room overnight just in case I had the opportunity.

I made my way out onto the bus and prepared myself for the long journey. Initially they were all shocked at my decision to travel dressed, but I already felt so comfortable as Jamie, so I just had to. Once they got over the first shock we started drinking. We had a couple of stop offs on the way before we finally made it into York. As we were getting off our bus, the other people were just arriving and making their way into the hotel. Jane’s partner had travelled up on the other bus and he was standing with another guy who was fit. I wouldn’t kick him out of bed in the morning if I woke up next to him. He was the only other guy on the trip apart from me and Jane’s partner. The rest were all women and a couple of them I recognised. The others I hadn’t met before. One of them was stunning though. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a strapless top without a bra underneath showing off her perky nipples. She’d also travelled in comfort and was wearing a pair of leggings which turned see through in the right light, revealing her leopard print underwear underneath.

‘Where’s James?’ Jane’s partner asked when we were all off the bus.

‘SHE’S already here,’ Katie said pointing me out to Chris.

‘Fuck off,’ he shouted me when he saw me.

‘No way is that James,’ Megan said, who I recognised as one of Katie’s friends.

Chris walked towards me, ‘is it really you?’

‘Yes, it’s really me,’ I said in the feminine voice I’d been practicing all week.

‘Prove it,’ Chris stood with his hands on his hips.

There was only one way I could prove it and it was a drunken mistake I’d made when I’d turned 18. We were on our first holiday abroad and we all decided to get a tattoo, the one I went for was a pair of red lips on my ass cheek with the letter ‘K’ underneath to represent Katie’s name. So, when Chris told me to prove it, I put my bags down and pulled my joggers down enough so he could see my tattoo.

‘Fuck, it is him.’ He finally accepted, ‘you look amazing.’

Once we got that out the way, we all headed inside and checked in. Luckily, my room was next to Cassie and Katie. Their Moms were further down the hall sharing a room as well. The rest of us were sporadically all over the same floor. I unpacked my things and started showering as we only had just over an hour before we were meeting up. We only had today, so we wanted to make the most of the time we had. I jumped in the shower and made sure I was thoroughly clean. Once I was done, I put on my complimentary hotel robe and headed next door.

Katie was already waiting for me and walked me to their vanity table. After about 30 minutes or so, I was done and looked just as fabulous as I did the other day. This time she straightened my hair for me, and I realised how long it was as it reached the middle of my back. Finally, she helped paint my fingers and toes a lovely shade of red which would match my outfit when I was ready. When I was all done, she sent me on my way, so I went back to my room and started to get dressed. I’d been planning my outfit all week and eventually settled for a pair of tight blue skinny jeans with a red lace bodysuit and a small pair of black heels. Underneath I went for a matching red lingerie set with thong panties and a lace bra that was see through.

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