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All characters are over 18.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t know what to say.

“I know…” she continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a big boy!” she giggled.

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

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

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

She led my fingers to her blouse buttons.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucy led me round the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My stomach was churning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only the middle two buttons of her jacket were fastened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, what’s up?” I say

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

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

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

“Do you have any plans tonight?”

“No, why? What’s up?”

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

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

“Yeah sure, sounds good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sweet, let’s go!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled nervously at her, forgiving her.

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

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

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

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

“Nervous yet?”

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

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

“Are you nervous?” And I say, “No.”

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

“Kinda.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I almost started crying at this point.

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

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

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

I stayed silent.

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

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

“Wait, Ellie! Come back!”

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

“I forgive you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“So, little brother?”

“Yeah?” I ask.

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

“Sure” I said, “Why the hell not?”

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

“Are you nervous?”

“No.” She giggled.

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

“Are-you-ner-vous?”

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

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

“You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

I blushed yet again,

“Is it that obvious?” I asked timidly.

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

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

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

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

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

I was in heaven.

She broke the kiss once more and said,

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

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

“OH MY GOODNESS, IT’S HUGE!”

My ego swelled a hundred fold.

“Just how big is this thing!?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sis, I’m about to cum!”

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and said,

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

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

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

Then she said,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anne – Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

January 2015

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright. What’s your problem?”

“Spiders.”

“Spiders?”

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

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

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

Anne explained about the spiders and her panic attacks.

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

“What’s that got to do with it?”

Dr. Wilson just gave a slight frown in response.

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

“Drink?”

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

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

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

“I see. A panic attack.”

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

“Do you exercise?”

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

“Impressive. Very good.”

“Sleep well?”

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

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

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

“Sexually frustrated?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ugh!”

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

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

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

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

Anne shuddered. “That’s interesting.”

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

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

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

“Right. What time do you have supper?”

“About six.”

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

“That’s it.”

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

* * * * *

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

“Hi Miss Kelly. Right on time I see.”

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

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

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

“Can I really trust you, Jamie?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Black.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi Miss Kelly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* Part 2? Only if wanted 😉 *

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

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

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

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

Marin, however, kind of laughed.

“Geez, Rena is a bitch, isn’t she?”

“What? You’re just as bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rena frigs herself too?” I asked.

Marin nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

Marin paused. “I am too.”

“Really?”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

“How?” Marin asked.

“We should have sex.”

Marin looked at me oddly. “We can’t.”

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

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

“So you want to?” I asked.

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

“When? Tomorrow?”

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

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

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

I nodded, and she smiled before leaving.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, sorry about…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One thing led to another and I was stroking my cock wondering how could all that fit into Chelsea’s ass being mine was small, and then it got me to wonder if it was true of guys actually enjoying anal stimulation. Now I am the furthest from being gay but with all that happened tonight I just said fuck it and tried but it wouldn’t go in, the stimulation was helping so I kept the pressure of the cucumber on my ass as I stroked my cock thinking about my sister.

Here I am on my back, legs up beating my meat with a cucumber that won’t go in and I forget to lock the door!

“Am I interrupting something?” my sister asks standing in the door way in her robe as I leap off the bed onto the floor throwing myself in a curl on my knee’s to cover most of my shame. “Well well…” my sister says as she slowly approaches me.

As I look up I probably had the most shocked expression on my face as my sister’s robe was open and hanging from her legs was the beast that took down Chelsea. I could only stare. “Jessie … what…” I didn’t have words.

Not caring about my nakedness any more I straightened my back and made eye contact, she had a look I never seen from her, it was lust.

Still having eye contact she stopped, right in front of me, I couldn’t take the anticipation I glanced noticing the strap-on was right in front of me. My alanya escort throat went dry as I couldn’t take my eyes away from how big it was. My stare is broken when she touches my head and pulls me closer.

“Suck it…” she whispers, she follows with “…suck my COCK!” grabbing my attention I make eye contact and opened my mouth. As I wrapped my lips around her hard cock I was consumed by lust seeing my sister’s beautiful eyes and perfect tits from below.

She was moaning as she looked down on me while tweeting her nipples “you’re such a good slut, water it up real good.”.

I was lost, I never dreamed of doing this but always saw how my girlfriends did it and how I wanted it, something about the way she was treating me made me lose control and I picked up my pace of sucking, I was a slut, her slut.

“Enough!” she states “be a good boy and turn over…”. I knew what was coming, I knew deep down I wanted to try it, so eventually I lean over the bed just as I seen Chelsea do no more than 3 hrs ago.

“What do you want?” my sister asks while smacking my ass.

“Please go slow…” I whimper.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT…? SLUT!?” she asks again more impatiently.

“Please fuck me?” I ask, hearing a smirk slip from her lips.

“Relax…” she says as she slowly tries to penetrate without success.

“mmmmm…. awww..” escapes as she continuously tries to penetrate my virgin asshole. I felt so dirty with my ass so high in the air.

“I guess we are just going to have to go with plan B” she says with irritation “it will only hurt for a bit” before I could get a word in she slams her cock all the way in me, it felt like she tore my asshole. I couldn’t help but scream as my whole body was against the bed. I don’t know what consumed her but she didn’t stop there she just kept fucking me.

“Take it bitch!” she moaned as she fucked me. She was an animal as she picked up her pace. “I’m cummmmmmmiiing!!” she moans as she falls on my back, still slamming me with her cock. I don’t know if it was her tits on my back, the way she treated me like a slut, the fact that she was my sister or my ass but I came so hard without touching my cock, it was so intense I almost blacked out.

About 5 minutes of her just lying on me she kisses the back of my head, pulls out her cock and walks for the door.

“See branching out is fun!” she said while closing the door.

Too tired to move I pass out thinking about other ways to branch out with my sis.

To be cont’d

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I woke up at 8 sharp and drifted down the stairs to make a pot of coffee. Last night was the best I’ve slept in a long time. If it was Saturday instead of Sunday, I would have slept in, but I needed to get back into my routine and hold myself accountable to my obligations. This was especially true if I was going to hold my new dependents to their responsibilities.

Once the coffee was made, I went back up stairs to take a quick shower. I got dressed and checked my clock. It was 8:40. It was time to see who had developed some self-discipline so far this weekend. As I turned the corner into the kitchen, I was not surprised at what I found. Heidi was seated at the table reading the newspaper when she kindly greeted me.

“Good morning Mr. Braxton.” Heidi was wearing a classic, simple dress blue dress with some nice sandals. Her Sunday best met my expectations, and I’ll say that Heidi was consistently making me smile. When you want to believe that people are good at their core, Heidi was a good confirmation of that belief. I decided not to ask about the other girls. They’re adults now, and they have to uphold their commitments if they were going to sleep under my roof.

“Did you have a good time with your friends last night sir?” I poured Heidi a cup of coffee, even though she didn’t seem very interested in drinking it.

“You know Heidi, I did.” She was listening intently while I got up and poured a glass of water and orange juice, both of which were for her. Once I placed both down on the table in front of her, she got the message and thanked me before she started sipping the orange juice.

“I’m lucky to have a great support system at work, and they allow me to be a good manager and develop new ideas and contacts for the firm. And I was pleasantly surprised that Shayna didn’t embarrass me.”

Heidi coyly giggled before I continued. “I was bummed that you weren’t there. How did Leah do?”

Heidi gathered her thoughts before she divulged the details of her night. “I think she’s ok. We did some calculus homework for a few hours and then we played 20 questions. She wanted me to let you know she’s sorry and she’s getting more comfortable around you. I think it’s hard for her being so far from home.”

I studied Heidi’s blue eyes and body language as she detailed her night. Just as I began to lose my train of thought, I looked up at the clock. It was 9:03 and I was ready to head over to the church. It was a very nice, secluded parish in east suburban Philadelphia. I told Heidi to grab her coat. She apprehensively put it on before she asked if we were going to wait for the others.

“I told the girls last night when I expected them up. Leah is grounded so she’s excused, but I was clear to Jasmine what I expected from them. And yet you’re the only one who obeyed me. I know how much it hurts you, but they’re going to have to suffer the consequences of their actions.”

Heidi glumly accepted, and we got on the road. I got to know Heidi a little more on the way to mass. She was a straight A student who was accepted into Penn, and she was in the choir in high school. I had no idea why such a put together girl was not enrolled in college yet, even if she was at a prestigious all girls prep school. When I asked, she answered honestly.

“Ever since my dad died when I was 10, me and my mom have kind of struggled to get by. We’ve been in five different apartments the past seven years. We moved in with Professor Schmidt about a year ago. When I got into St. Theresa’s I met him with my mom on a visit. They hit it off and we moved in with him around New Year’s.” I wanted to probe more into this predator of a teacher, but as we approached the church I decided against it. She wrapped her story as we made our way inside.

“Anyway, my admissions counselor at Penn told me I could earn a full academic scholarship if I performed well at St. Theresa’s. I want to give my mom a better life.”

I honestly wished this girl was my actual daughter. I decided to make sure she could accomplish her goals and dreams if I could. We sat down in one of the farther back pews as mass began. The service was decently filled, and a couple of the regulars did the readings and gospel songs before our pastor got up to give his sermon. As we were sitting down I heard the doors open and shut and some hurried feet scuffled in. I looked over my shoulder, and lo and behold, it was Jasmine and Robin with Shayna conspicuously absent. They were a bit disheveled, with Robin wearing what she wore to the party last night while Jasmine wore a more modest purple gown that went to the floor. Jasmine was showing far too much cleavage, which I’m sure she knew.

As they scooted into our row, they both mouthed ‘sorry’ as they sat down. I shot them both a disappointed glance. They both knew that this wouldn’t end well for them. And while I was not surprised that Shayna wasn’t here, I was angry that I let her go to the party last night. It’s like I had forgotten gümüşhane escort every moment I had known her before I punished her Friday night. Privileges are earned, and I was kicking myself for being stupid enough to even give her an inch. Her next punishment was going to be in front of the other girls, and I was going to make it as humiliating as possible. I was going to tame this shrew.

The rest of the mass went relatively quickly, and at the conclusion of the service several of the parish members I knew initiated some small talk. I introduced them to the girls, and they were personable and well behaved. As we finally walked back to the car, Robin and Jasmine begged for my forgiveness as they climbed into the back seat. Jasmine tried to explain why they were not on time while Heidi fidgeted in the front seat. I wasn’t interested in hearing it so I cut her off.

“We’ll talk about it when we get home. But before we go home we are going to pick up Robin’s, Heidi’s, Leah’s and Shayna’s clothes and other belongings from their houses. We’ll go to the mall for whatever else they may need. And how did you two get to church?” Jasmine said they got an Uber because she knew she wasn’t allowed to drive my cars unless I gave her permission. I guess there was some growth there, at least. Robin thanked me enthusiastically for my generosity. while Jasmine suggested we go to Shayna’s house first. I took their recommendation, but as I was turning my head back to the road I noticed Heidi was staring down and looked sick to her stomach. I decided that maybe it would be a good time to talk about living with her abusive professor once the other two went into Shayna’s house.

As we pulled into the long driveway, I was quite surprised. Shayna’s house was more of a mansion. It also looked completely abandoned. Jasmine must have noticed the expression on my face, because she immediately revealed what Shayna’s parents did for a living.

“They’re art dealers. At least that’s what Shayna told us. She hasn’t seen them in three years and she thinks they’re in France or Belgium or something. There were a lot of butlers and maids here when we used to come here but once for the last year it’s been basically empty.”

Huh. Never would’ve guessed. Robin told us she knew exactly what to get and said she’d be no more than five minutes, which seemed impossible given the sheer magnitude of the house. Robin said she’d even grab some clothes for Leah.

“I think Shayna’s mom is about Leah’s size, so I’ll just take some of her clothes.” Jasmine began to laugh at her friend’s bold statement, but she quickly replied that if she cared about the clothes so much she would’ve taken them with her. A pretty good point, and a clever and shrewd maneuver from a girl who no doubt had to develop some toughness, spunk and resourcefulness over her 19 years of life. As she hurried into the house, I decided to initiate the conversation.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me Heidi was going to Penn, Jasmine?” Jasmine chuckled and reached around Heidi’s seat from behind and hugged her.

“Heidi doesn’t want anyone to think she’s a snob. It’s so silly but it’s so Heidi.” I silently agreed with Jasmine. Heidi seemed to be as genuine and kind a young woman as you could ever meet. But I noticed she still seemed very quiet and uneasy. Jasmine asked Heidi if she could help her with some of her homework, and Heidi meekly but pleasantly agreed. They talked about school for the next few minutes before Robin came back lugging about five giant duffle bags packed to the brim. She was smiling the whole way out to the car and relayed to us she had four more bags to get. I gave her a hard time that we didn’t have all day, but she just laughed and said she wouldn’t have grabbed so much if I hadn’t brought the Suburban. The girl knew how to dish it as well as take it.

As she finished loading the car, I asked Heidi where she lived. She seemed stressed by the question. Jasmine seemed to perceive what was going on and gave me the directions. She even volunteered both herself and Robin to go in and get her stuff, to which Robin enthusiastically agreed. Robin and Jasmine chatted the entire 15 minutes to Heidi’s about last night. I’m glad they seemed to enjoy themselves. But Heidi continued to look like she was in another world. We pulled into her driveway and she shrank a little in her seat.

“Ok dad we’ll be right back!” Before Jasmine and Robin could hop out Heidi told them she was sure no one was home and that there was a key under the creepy garden gnome. They laughed and bounded toward the front door. After they disappeared into the house, I asked Heidi about why she was so stressed about being home. Her eyes began to well up and it broke my heart.

“This isn’t my home, sir. Just because my stuff is here doesn’t mean I feel safe here.” She continued to fight the tears and I instinctively wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled hatay escort her close.

“It wasn’t that bad at first, but my mom became completely dependent on Professor Schmidt. She bought his act hook line and sinker.” The tears began to fall and her voice started to crack. “Mr. Schmidt… I ask him to s-s-stop but he just won’t.” She tried to compose herself, and I may have had a harder time composing myself. How could this piece of shit be allowed to teach young women?

“I beg him to stop, but he touches me where I don’t want to be t-touched. He sticks his fingers inside me and s-spanks me. He told me that if I tell my mom he’ll kick us out. He told me no one would believe me if I told anyone else, and if he found out if I did tell anyone else he would take my virginity. I don’t want to be the reason we’re homeless! But I have to look him in the eyes every day at school while he acts like he is protecting me. There’s nothing I c-can do.”

Heidi collapsed into my chest and her sobbing was heavy and loud. I honestly had no idea what to do about this. Maybe my actions over the past couple days disqualified me from passing judgment, but I at least knew that these girls respected me and felt safe and happy in my home. This predator was intimidating and manipulating a defenseless and helpless girl into taking physical and sexual abuse.

I asked Heidi what I could do for her. She didn’t respond, she just continued to spring leaks from her eyes. I felt horrible that I ever punished this victimized young lady. I was going to fix this.

“You’re not going to school tomorrow Heidi.”

She was confused. “W-w-what?”

“I’m going to the school. I’m going to the police. This is ending now. And if this guy is lucky he’ll never cross my path. I might not be able to stop myself from killing him.”

Even when we both knew she wanted nothing more than this to end, she still did not want me to take any risks to protect her. “Sir you really don’t have to…” I cut her off because I knew I did.

“Tomorrow, you’re going to stay home. I will keep you safe. I’m going to put your mom up in a nice hotel for as long as she needs. I can even give her a job at my firm. But this evil man cannot prey on you or any other girls any more. My stepdaughter goes to school there too.”

Her crying had subsided a bit, and she whispered a weak “thank you” as I held her close. She slid back into her seat with a little sense of security. And as if on cue, Jasmine and Robin came out of the house lugging two bags each. I had to give Jasmine credit, because I didn’t think she could be so helpful or so perceptive of what was going on. As they loaded the car and they piled in, Jasmine sent me a text.

It read, “Is Heidi ok?” As I turned around to back the car out and head home, I locked eyes with Jasmine. She seemed to understand that I would disclose to her later. She changed the subject and asked if I could grill burgers tonight. I hadn’t grilled in ages, so I agreed.

The dialogue continued until we made it home. Heidi thanked me for taking her to church and being a good man. I was humbled, and Jasmine and Robin echoed her sentiments. We brought the bags inside, but before we got to the kitchen, halted Robin and Jasmine. I asked Heidi to go upstairs, and even though she was sad for her friends she understood. As she filed upstairs, the other two began to tighten up.

“You both knew this was coming.” They groaned and Jasmine tried to plead the case she was originally making about why they were late. Before she got to far into it, Robin read my face, nudged her and told me they were sorry and would accept the consequences.

“Very good. You were both 15 minutes late to church. That would’ve been 15 smacks on your bottoms. Jasmine would get an additional ten because I told her that it was her responsibility to tell everyone else and make sure everyone was ready to go, and because the dress she wore to mass was more appropriate for Saturday nights than Sunday mornings.” Jasmine began to nervously groan until I continued.

“However, You were both helpful to me with retrieving the clothes. And we’re going to talk about one of your professors tonight. So what we’ll do is give Robin five smacks and Jasmine ten.” Life is all about expectation. This felt like getting off easy for them, but they also knew they were still being punished.

Robin instinctively began to walk over to me as if she knew she going over my knee. I decided to do it a little differently.

“Hold your horses Robin. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to stand next to each other, bend over at the waist and touch your toes.”

They both immediately obeyed, with Robin effortlessly showing off her flexibility while Jasmine struggled to contort her smaller, more compact body. The unquestioned obedience and submission was appreciated.

“For every smack, I want you to count out loud and thank ısparta escort me.” I did feel like I was giving these girls a break, but I still needed to shape them up, and that would take more that one weekend. Jasmine looked up to see me pacing behind them. She gulped and accepted what she was going to get.

I decided to start with Robin. I stood over her to her left and gave her a preemptive pat on the ass. She flinched, and I chuckled and asked if she was ready. She actually laughed too, and said she was as ready as she would ever be. I told them both to keep their eyes forward. As they straightened out, I struck Robin’s left cheek.

“Owwwwwww!! One, thank you sir.” I extended my arm and delivered a quick smack to her left cheek. “Ah! Two thank you sir.” I paused for about ten seconds, and the mear shift of my weight made Robin flinch again. I reared back and unleashed another blow. “Ow ow ow ow owowowowowo.” She started to break a little and she needed to take a few breaths, but she continued. “Three thank you sir!”

I quickly struck again. “Ouchhhh four thank you sir!”

I let her take a few breaths to compose herself before I wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her in place. She breathed a deep breath and said “ready sir.” I admired her toughness and accountability, even if this punishment session was much less strenuous or unexpected or humiliating as her first. I cocked back and delivered a ferocious open palm spank that covered most of her healthy bottom.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OWWWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!” Robin’s knees buckled and she would have collapsed to the floor had I not used all of my strength wrapped around her waist to keep her upright. She corrected herself pretty quickly, took some deep breaths and finished her requirements. “Five, thank you for punishing me Mr. Braxton. I’ll try to learn my mistakes and do better next time.” I rubbed her backside, which was lightly throbbing, and she thanked me for not punishing her bare bottom.

I laughed a bit and gave her ass a light pat and told her she could stand up. She leaned into my chest as if she wanted me to hug her, but she didn’t hug back. She whispered ‘thank you’, and I asked her if she could bring a few of her bags up stairs. She cheerfully complied and maximized her load by somehow dragging five of the bags up the stairs. I smirked and turned my attention back to Jasmine. I wasn’t keeping complete track if she kept her eyes forward through Robin’s entire spanking, but I didn’t notice any movement.

“Good girl. You’re learning. And I’m proud of you.” She did a double take up at me. She wanted to ask what I meant but knew better than to move an inch. I laughed and told her we’d talk once this was over. She stayed silent and took a few deep breaths before holding. I stepped over to her and delivered the first strike.

“One thank you sir.” I quickly struck again. “Two thank you sir.” Her oversized ass jiggled for about three seconds. Her thickly cushioned bottom, combined with the fact that I let it stay covered by her dress, was probably why she was taking her spankings quietly so far. I went back to work. Two quick smacks to each cheek didn’t even leave Jasmine enough time to go through her paces. “Three thank you s… ahh four thank you sir!” She was doing well, but she still needed to feel a little discomfort.

I delivered the fifth blow, and I added a squeeze to the left cheek to get my point across. “Ooooooh ow. Five thank you sir.” There was the balance that was struck. I repeated the technique with the sixth, seventh and eighth strokes, and Jasmine obediently said her lines. I will say this for my stepdaughter: she had character, a good heart, an underrated sense of self-awareness, and her mother’s unbelievably juicy butt. I know how bad that sounds, but I knew I had the discipline to resist taking advantage of her in a deviant way. This was strictly my way as a parent, and I think she knew that too.

I wrapped my arm around her waist to get a better hold of her, and she adjusted herself slightly to accommodate me. I gave her a light pat on the ass and asked if she was ready. She knew how to deliver some snark too. “I was born ready dad.” Alright then. I delivered the first two-cheek slap. I could see the ripple of her meaty behind. I had big hands but Jasmine had such a big butt that I couldn’t even cover about a third of it. She winced and said, “Nineeee thank you sir.” I readjusted her because my arm was cramping. I delivered one last smack to her ass, and it was enough to finally elicit a scream. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AHHHHHHHHHHH!” She collapsed similar to Robin, but I lost grip and she almost face planted. I barely held on while she continued to pant. I pulled her back up and into a hug. Jasmine embraced me for what felt like a few minutes. It may have been a few minutes. I wasn’t keeping track.

“You ready to talk?” I asked.

“Yup. What happened with Heidi? Is she ok?” She knew something was very wrong, but I got the inkling that Heidi was keeping this secret to herself. I was again very humbled by her confiding in me, and I knew if she held this inside it would be bad for her physical and mental health. I needed to ask Jasmine about what goes on at school in their class with Mr. Schmidt.

“What can you tell me about your lit professor? Schmidt.”

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This story, plus the following chapters, is interwoven with a little bit of truth, fantasy, and fiction. Stories are what you make of them … the more realistic, the better.

As always, all comments and suggestions are appreciated. All characters are of legal age and any similarity to ages, names, and/or locations are purely coincidental.

I decided to revisit this portion of the story. As my writing developed I realized how much work it truly needed. I hope you enjoy the updated version!

Prequel to “An Unexpected Journey”

Before I begin my story, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m 35 years old, 6’2″ and 195 pounds. I still stay in good shape being in the military and have been divorced for almost 10 years. Currently I’m on a deployment in the Middle East and have been here for a few months. The sole source of entertainment when I’m not working 14+ hour days is working out and spending what little relaxation time I have on my iPad or laptop, which was what I was presently doing. I had decided to check my social media networks before I headed off to sleep with Facebook being the least interesting.

An unexpected update from my niece’s page actually piqued my interest. Thinking back I realized I had last seen her years ago when she was in those awkward years … leaving her early teens and heading towards adult independence. I always knew in the back of my head she was going to be a little wild child when she grew up, taking after her mother seemingly in every way. The present picture I was looking at only confirmed my earlier thoughts; apparently she was celebrating giresun escort her 18th birthday with a raucous bunch of friends. I laughed to myself. Apparently she’s celebrating in style, and being an Aquarius, she liked being the center of attention.

Amused I clicked her page and began browsing through her pictures, wondering why I never bothered to see just what she had been up to ever since I came into the military. Curiosity got the best of me and I began looking at the different picture folders; birthday party, trip folders, and others appeared. Seeing a folder labeled “profile pictures”, I clicked on it.

“Wow she’s really grown up,” I said to myself.

That was when it hit me … almost unexpectedly; how incredibly beautiful and sexy she had become. Her facial features were incredibly smooth, flawless to be exact. Her soft brown eyes were almost hypnotic, almost to the point where I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her hair was golden light brown and framed her delicate features perfectly. Her lips were full and almost pouty in appearance.

“My gosh, she’s got perfect lips for sucking cock.” The words escaped my lips before I even realized what I had said. Almost as if on cue, a familiar sensation tingled through my cock as I felt it rapidly begin to tingle and expand.

“Wow she’s definitely changed since the last time I saw her,” I said to myself. Gone were the childlike mannerisms and adolescent immaturity. What I saw now was anything but that and my suspicions were confirmed when I clicked on another yalova escort folder labeled “selfies”.

I sat back from my laptop, staring at the screen. I couldn’t believe the image I was looking at; my niece on her bed, taking a “selfie” on her hands and knees. She wore a form fitting half shirt, showing off her tight, flat stomach. Her hip-hugging jeans embraced every curve of her body like a second skin. Her back, unbelievably arched, caused her ass to perk up in the air invitingly.

Immediately visions flashed in my head of firm little bottom bouncing into my hips seductively while glancing over her shoulder and teasingly biting her lip. The growing, tingling sensation in my cock began to cloud the feeling of guilt I was having, no longer viewing her as my sister’s daughter but as an incredibly young and sexy woman. While the sweet innocence I remembered was still there in her face, her body and demeanor said, “You know you want to me”.

As I looked at more pictures in the folder, a number of them showed her kissing to the camera, her lips pursed for effect. My fantasies began to take shape in my mind and I began to imagine her lips running up and down my cock, licking seductively, and kissing the shaft teasingly.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I thought. As if on cue, a steady stream of precum began to leak along the inside of my thigh … my cock completely hard.

With it straining against my boxers, lust once again overtook my feeling of guilt and I slid my pulsating cock through the opening yozgat escort of my boxers and slowly began to stroke it. A building wave of euphoria began to overtake me with each slow and measured stroke of my hand. Instantly precum poured from the head and began running down the side of the shaft. I couldn’t take my eyes from her sweet innocent face as I began stroking my slippery cock, the precum flowing easily over my fingers. Soft audible gasps escaped my mouth as I bit down on my lip, fighting the growing urge to let my building orgasm escape.

I began clicking through other pictures of her with breathless anticipation. Various pictures of her kissing seductively at the camera greeted me. The more I gazed at her, the more she affected me like a drug … I was craving her.

“Damn I want her,” I said to myself. I began to look at every detail of her body … imagining how her lips would feel, the scent of her skin, the feel of her tight young body against mine.

Unable to restrain my impending orgasm any longer, I straightened my legs as my back arched and my eyes closed. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the loud moans as they effortlessly escaped my lips. My balls began to tighten as my cock pulsated with each heartbeat as cum erupted from the enlarged head and splashed across stomach. Cum flowed in torrents from my cock as my fist pumped faster and faster. My breathing came in ragged gasps as more and more cum erupted from the head of my cock, dripping down the sides of my clenched stomach.

Leaning my head back, my breathing began to slow as my heart still raced … pulsating throughout my body as a familiar calm began to overtake me. Slowly I stroked my cock, gently milking the remainder of my cum from the bottom of the shaft to the head. I sighed lightly as a feeling of contentment played over me and my eyes returned to the images of my niece, seeing her in a completely new light.

Chapter 1 coming soon!

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Amber, Part 4

Hello, readers. It’s been awhile since I submitted anything. I had a story almost finished and, for some strange reason, all the text got deleted and is unrecoverable. Anyway, I know that this series wasn’t as well-received as some of my others, but I really like it. I hope you do, too.

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Amber Ray lay in her bed thinking about the events that had happened in the past few months. She had “blossomed”. She had gone from being a 90 pound, 5 foot tall, A-cup, waif into a shapely young woman. She was now at least 3 inches taller, weighed over 110 pounds and her breasts strained at the B-cup bras that she wore.

Even stranger than her physical transformation was her sexual one. She was sexually active and felt that she just couldn’t get enough of it. Her first had been her brother, Bobby, with whom she had fallen in love. Then his twin, her other brother, Billy had “forced” her. She now admitted to herself that she had secretly wanted it and she had been unbelievably excited when he had just taken what he wanted from her. That thought still excited her! Then there was Dave, her boyfriend. She wasn’t really serious about him, she told herself. But he was good in bed, though not nearly as exciting as her brothers.

All this had created a moral dilemma for Amber. She had always been the only one in the family to care about going to church and trying to live a moral life. She still felt compelled to read her Bible regularly and to attend church, and she often had guilt pangs about what she was doing. She rationalized her behavior in any number of ways. She told herself that she had been repressed because she had been “ugly” and that when she started filling out and getting prettier that she was naturally starved for attention. She reasoned that she would find a good man, settle down, and she would have a normal sex life with her husband. All this would be in the past. She knew, however, that her recent behavior went against what she truly believed. She was violating her conscience each and every time she had sex. Now that she had experienced it, though, she knew that she wouldn’t turn back. Not yet.

Amber was in her second semester of college now. She looked forward to the times that she could be alone with Bobby. She still considered him to be her one true love. The problem was that Bobby had made it clear that he was going to play the field and, although he hated to hurt Amber’s feelings and he truly did love her, there was no future between them. Not as lovers. Still, if they got the chance to be alone, they had sex. They made no excuses. They knew they were going to do it when they were alone. It was loving and passionate and fulfilling.

Then there was Billy. Sex with Billy was a totally different thing, altogether. In Amber’s mind, Bobby made love and Billy fucked. She kept telling herself that she was going to put a stop to it, but when she got really horny, Billy was the one she thought about. She knew that there must be something a bit off in her mind to enjoy the things he did; especially the way he “forced” her to do his bidding. In reality, she was eager for it. It excited her beyond all reason. When they made up their schedules for the semester, they compared, and without saying so, they made sure that that neither of them had classes on Thursday afternoons. Of course they knew that their brother, Bobby, did have classes at that time. And their Mother was working every day.

A couple of weeks into the semester, Amber was driving home on a Thursday, just after noon. She had gone through a drive-through to get a burger because she was anxious to get home. She knew what was going to happen. The same thing that had happened almost every week last semester and which had happened the previous week on Thursday afternoon — she and Billy would fuck! She tried not to think about it too much. She didn’t like to plan what she would do with him. She wanted to pretend to herself that it wouldn’t happen; that she would find the strength to tell him that they had to end it. Yes, that’s what she would do. Besides, she had tons of school work to do.

As she walked in the front door to the living room, she didn’t see Billy anywhere. Maybe he was upstairs studying or taking a nap. She would take a nap herself, then study. She wouldn’t even bother Billy.

Climbing the stairs, she noticed that the door to the twins’ room was shut. Good. She went into her room quietly, closed the door, and then began to undress. She left her panties on and got under the sheet for a nap. She decided that she could sleep for an hour or so, then study.

Just as she was beginning to doze, her door opened and Billy demanded, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

She reluctantly opened her eyes. “Taking a nap. I’m sleepy and I have a lot of studying…” She noticed that Billy was in boxer briefs and that his cock seemed to be hardening already. She wished that he was naked so she could see it.

Billy laughed. “You can nap anytime. I have needs.”

“Needs? erzurum escort Get a girlfriend. We have to stop this, Billy. Be reasonable. This isn’t right.”

“Get up and take a shower,” he commanded her.

“I took a shower this morning. Besides, I’ve decided that I don’t want to do that anymore,” she replied, even as she felt herself becoming aroused at the prospect.

“I’m gonna eat that thing, and I want it clean,” he grinned.

Amber knew then that she couldn’t resist him. He had done oral sex on her before and he was, undoubtedly, the master. He was so hungry for it that he was like a wild animal. It was amazing and she knew that she couldn’t turn it down.

“Billy! Don’t talk that way. There’s no need to be vulgar,” she said as she threw the sheet off, revealing her panty-clad body to her brother’s hungry eyes. She loved the way he looked at her. She loved the way he lusted for her. She knew now that she was going to spend the afternoon being pleasured and pleasing her twin brother. She could think of nothing else.

“Vulgar? You mean telling you I’m going to eat your horny little cunt and then fuck the hell out of you is vulgar?” he laughed.

His words filled her with pure lust. She stepped near him and took his face in her hands, kissing his lips. She reached and felt of his almost fully-hard cock through his briefs. “Is this thing clean?” she teased.

“I took a shower,” he whispered as he kissed her again, tenderly. “Do you want to wash it again?”

She grinned. “No, I’m not ever touching that thing again. Eww!” She ran to the bathroom and locked the door.

She realized that she was trembling with anticipation. Was it too late to back out? She could just tell him that it just bothered her too much. He would understand. He wouldn’t force her if she could just make him see how it made her violate her conscience.

She removed her panties and got in the shower. As she washed, she realized that she was so turned on that her juices were flowing down her thighs and her nipples were as hard as rocks. She needed to get control of her thoughts and her body. This wasn’t right. It was incest. But then, she had been having sex with Bobby and that was the same thing. She didn’t think of that as incest though, she told herself. That was love. She was in love with Bobby. Having sex with him was an expression of their love for each other, not animalistic lust. Love was okay; lust wasn’t. As she completed her shower and began to towel off, she had made up her mind. She was going to talk to Billy and make him see reason.

Realizing that she hadn’t thought to bring any clothes into the bathroom besides the panties that she had worn, she wrapped her towel around her and walked to her room. Billy was propped up on her bed, still dressed in his boxer briefs, looking at her Ipad.

“You looking at porn on my Ipad?” she teased as she sat down on the bed next to him.

“Actually, no. Do you want to watch some? We can,” he offered. “I was reading up on the baseball trades.”

“No, I don’t want to watch porn,” she said. “Billy, I was serious. We have to stop this. You know I like it, but it’s wrong. I just now thought about it in the shower and…”

Billy placed her Ipad on the bedside table and stood. He shucked his boxer briefs down, revealing his semi-hard, very thick cock. “You turning this down?” he laughed, as he began to stroke it, causing it to lengthen and harden immediately.

Amber eyed his cock. Her body needed that. Her pussy was buzzing, aching for him to fuck her. She didn’t care if it was loving or if it was aggressive. She wanted it and needed it.

“This is incest,” she muttered, continuing to stare at his ever-lengthening manhood.

He grinned. “Yes, it’s incest, little sister. You love it, don’t you?”

She looked in his eyes, pleadingly. “Billy?” she moaned.

“I know you’ve fucked other guys. Was that as exciting as incest?”

She didn’t answer.

“Does incest turn you on, Baby Sister?” he whispered. “Don’t you love it when your big brother gives you what you need?” He continued to stroke his now fully-engorged cock. She could see pre-cum lubricating the swollen, purple head. His cock was so thick and veiny. She thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

She nodded.

He stepped closer to her and lifted her hand, placing it on his cock. “Tell me, Amber. Tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispered.

She was mesmerized. She stroked his cock, loving its powerful feel in her small hand. She leaned forward and kissed the head, then looked into his eyes. Her heart was beating so hard that she felt it was coming out of her chest.

“Tell me,” he urged again.

“I love incest,” she croaked. “Nothing turns me on like incest!” she exclaimed. She took the head of his cock in her saliva-filled mouth and then eagerly accepted half of his swollen length.

Billy reached and pulled her towel eskişehir escort off of her, revealing her naked body to his gaze. “Baby sister, your body is killer. I’m going to fuck you as often as I can for the rest of your life,” he groaned as she suckled his enraged cock.

She took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it. It was coated with her saliva. “Promise me?” she teased.

Billy gently pushed her onto her back. She opened her legs wide, eager for whatever he wanted. She no longer cared.

“What do you want, Baby?” he whispered as he moved between her legs. “Tell your big brother what you need, Little Sister.”

Amber panted with lust. She loved this. “Don’t make me say it,” she breathed.

“Say it, Little Sister. Tell me what you need.”

“Your little sister needs you to eat her horny little cunt,” she smiled.

Billy laughed. “Then what, Baby Sister?”

“I need a good fucking,” she whispered. “I need it bad!”

Billy leaned over and kissed one of her breasts, then the other. He suckled one of her nipples tenderly, then moved to the other one.

“Oh Billy, you’re so good at that!” she exulted. “Do you like your little sister’s tits?”

“Fuck yeah, I like ’em,” he groaned as he continued to suck and lick at her nipples. “Your body is fucking perfect!”

“That’s so hot when you talk that way, Billy! Oh suck my tits! I never get enough of that!”

Billy moved down to her tummy, kissing her abs and sticking his tongue into her navel. He reached down and began to stroke her sopping wet pussy with his fingers.

“So good, so good, so good! I can’t wait, Billy! Kiss me down there. Lick it. Do all that good stuff you do!” she begged.

Billy couldn’t wait either. He was starved for her. He could smell how aroused she was. The first few times they had fucked, he hadn’t had the chance to do oral on her. He had wanted to, but it was a desperate struggle just to fuck her. She tried to act like she didn’t want it, though he sensed that she was dying for it. Still, she had fought against him just enough to maintain deniability.

He crawled down between her legs and took her firm bottom in his hands, then licked her cuntal crease from her opening all the way to her clit. He gently and slowly licked around her clit, the suckled it ever so slightly.

“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk!” she moaned. “Fuck, Billy, that’s amazing!” she screamed.

Billy laughed and looked up at her face. Wow, what a beauty she had become! His little sister was the hottest girl he knew and she was loving this. Did life get better than this? “Did I do something you liked, Amber?” he smiled.

“You know you did! Do it again! Don’t ever stop doing it!”

Billy went back to his task with great gusto. He suckled her clit, flicking it with his tongue as rapidly as possible. Amber groaned and thrust her loins toward his face, but he had her bottom firmly in his hands to keep her from bucking too hard. He squeezed her bottom as he ran his tongue slowly down her crease to her opening and began to tongue fuck her pussy. She was flowing with delicious girl-juices. His chin and mouth were covered and he was drinking the delicious nectar as fast as he could swallow it. She was so fresh and clean and he loved her so much! His precious little sister.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cummmmmm!” she howled as her orgasm ripped through her body. She reflexively tried to close her legs around his head, but was prohibited by his firm grasp. She felt her pussy cramp as he continued to lave at her clit, voraciously sucking and licking up and down her pussy. She felt her pussy spasm and realized that she had squirted, something that she did occasionally. She looked down and saw her brother pull back for a second, a look of surprise on his face.

“Shit, you squirted!” he laughed, then continued flicking her clit with his tongue.

She reached down and gently pulled his head up. “No more! Too sensitive!” she gasped as her chest rose and fell from her heavy breathing.

Billy crawled up beside her and took his naked sister into his arms. He kissed her lips. “You squirted me in the face, Little Sister,” he smiled.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why it does that sometimes. I have no control over it!”

“It’s fucking sexy!” he smiled. “It’s probably because I did such a great job…”

She giggled. “Of course that’s it! Well, I’ve got some studying! Thanks!” she smiled as she feigned moving out of his arms.

Billy moved on top of her and rubbed his throbbing cock up and down her wet gash. He looked into her eyes. “Now we’re going to fuck, Baby Sister,” he smiled, wickedly. “That incest thing!”

“No, don’t!” she said, trying not to smile. “We can’t! You’re my brother! You can’t fuck your little sister!”

Billy pushed, then thrusted himself deep inside her, sinking his throbbing organ all the way to the hilt. He once again took her bottom in his hands and pushed himself gaziantep escort in as deep as he could go, all the while looking deep into his little sister’s eyes.

“Fuck that’s good!” she moaned. She stroked his hair, even as she felt that she might had an orgasm again at any moment. “This is so forbidden,” she whispered.

Billy fought his orgasm. He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t want to cum yet. He stroked his sister’s hair and kissed her lips. “That’s why it’s so good, Baby Sister. It’s incest. INCEST!”

“I fucking love it, Billy! I can’t get enough of it! Will we ever be able to stop?”

“Do you want to stop? Forget your conscience for a minute,” he moaned, feeling her cunt muscles working on him. He didn’t dare move. His orgasm was impending and it was going to be massive. The longer he prolonged it, the better it would be.

“No. I want to fuck you every day. I want it all the time,” she admitted.

“Am I better than your other guys?” he teased.

“Yes. You are.”

“Why? Because it’s incest?”

“Yes, but I love…everything. You won’t take no for an answer. You take what you want. That is such a huge turn on!” she whispered.

“But I always sensed that you didn’t really want me to stop. I swear I would have stopped,” he told her as she licked his lips.

“I thought I did want you to stop, but later I realized that I wanted it!”

“I am about to cum, Amber. I can’t hold it, Baby. It’s too good!” he moaned.

“Can I watch it?” she whispered. “I want to see it!”

Billy quickly withdrew and rolled off of her. To his surprise, she got on her knees between his legs and reached for his wet cock.

“Amber!” he warned.

She stroked his juice-slickened cock once, then a great gob of his cum leaped high into the air, seemed to float in slow-motion, and fell back to his chest. She continued to stroke (Bobby had done a good job of teaching her to expertly milk his cock) and watch as jet after jet of his milky seed leapt into the air. Finally, as his orgasm began to abate, she leaned over and took him into her mouth. She had never done this with anyone, but suddenly felt that she wanted to. A few thick gobs landed against the roof of her mouth and then on her tongue. She was too excited to think about the taste. She swallowed the contents of her mouth, almost without thinking, then ran her tongue around the head of his cock, washing the remainder of his sperm from his deflating penis.

“Fuccccccckkkkkkkkkk!” he moaned. “Baby Sister, ohhhh fuckkkk! Where did you learn to do THAT?”

She reached for tissues and started dabbing the cum off of his chest and stomach. “I never swallowed it before,” she smiled. “It wasn’t bad, though!”

She cleaned him off, they both went to pee, and then they lay in each other’s arms, totally naked. Amber wondered if he was satisfied. She felt that she could do it again, but she wasn’t about to pressure him. She had only orgasmed once, when he had eaten her. She had gotten all revved up again as he fucked her, and then, when she boldly swallowed his cum, she became even hornier.

“What time do they get home?” he asked.

“A long time yet,” she whispered. “It’s not 2 yet. Mom won’t be home before 4:30 and the earliest Bobby will get home is 4:00.”

“Want some more?” he asked, hesitantly.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she giggled. “What do you have in mind?”

“You feeling adventurous?”

“That sounds scary. What do you mean?” She knew she wanted whatever he had in mind. She trusted him and was eager to explore new things with him.

“I’ll be right back,” he grinned as he got up and walked quickly to his bedroom.

He lay something beside the bed that she couldn’t see, but in his hands were some short lengths of rope.

“Why do you have rope? Billy? Have you tied girls up before? Is that what you want to do to me?” she gasped.

“No, I haven’t tied girls up. I was in a hardware store and, believe it or not, I thought about you. I thought how hot it would be to restrain you. So I bought some rope and cut it up and hid it. You in?”

She smiled. “No. You absolutely are not going to tie me up! No way!”

He took one of the ropes and tied it around one of her hands. She tried to pull back, but he was way too strong for her. He grabbed her other hand and soon had her hands tied together. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but she couldn’t get loose and she knew now that she was at his mercy. That was exciting — and it was scary!

He flipped her onto her stomach and tied the rope to a bedpost at the head of the bed. She kicked at him, for effect more than anything else. He easily caught one of her feet and tied a length of rope around it, then tied it to one of the posts at the foot of the bed. Then he did the same with the other foot, tying it to the other post. She now was restrained, both hands tied together, her legs spread, and her feet tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.

“Want me to gag you?” he asked.

“Hell no. Please don’t do that. I’m serious, Billy. Don’t.”

“I won’t. I was just seeing what you would say. How do you feel?” he laughed.

“I’m not so sure this is a good idea, Billy. What’s the purpose? You’re not going to hit me are you?” she asked.

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

“No. N-O!” she said emphatically.

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Danny had gone off to the pub with his friends, and Zack had stayed in with me. Again I had quite a few glasses of wine. I sat in the chair watching the telly, and I put on a little display for my son. I crossed my legs letting my skirt ride up. Zack watched me and I smiled at him. I crossed my legs the other way, making sure the nylon rubbed together.

“Do you really like mummy’s legs darling?” I cooed.

He nodded and gulped. His eyes trailed down to my foot as I slowly let my shoe slip off.

“Would you go and run me a bath honey?”

He smiled at me. 10 minutes later I stood behind him in the small bathroom. He gasped slightly at the sight of his mother in her purple panties and bra. I sat on the edge of the bath.

“Take my stockings off for me. I’m afraid I laddered one this afternoon.”

I watched his fumbling fingers as he pulled the black hold up stockings down one at a time. He seemed mesmerised as the black nylon slid down my leg to reveal a tanned leg underneath. He just knelt there when he had finished, as I stood up. I’m sure he could see the dampness in my panties. Still, just to make sure I reached up to get the shampoo. I moved forward and looked down to see his face 2 or 3 inches from my panty covered pussy. I held myself there as he moved forward. His lips brushed my pussy with just the purple panties between us.

“Can you smell mummy?” I asked.

I was now panting as much as he was. I gripped his gorgeous black locks and pulled him tighter to me.

“Oh Zack,” I groaned.

His lips gripped my panties and my pussy and he held them. I whimpered in shock and surprise, as he flicked his tongue over my wet pussy. He mumbled something deep into the folds of my panty covered pussy. My legs shook a little as he worked on me. I felt light headed, and I had to lean back on the wall. The sound of him sniffing deeply at my wet pussy made her run even more!

“Come and kiss mummy’s mouth now darling,” I panted with a gulp.

He looked so hot and flustered as we met eye to eye. He took my hand and held it gently, I felt him put it on his cock. I looked down in shock.

“Is that what you do with mummy’s underwear?”

“You don’t mind do you mum?”

I gripped his cock and began to gently pull it back and forth, through the stocking that he had put on it! I wriggled my panties down with my other hand. His sexy black eyes seemed to burn right through me. I slowly worked the hard nylon covered cock in my hand. Zack moved forward and kissed me. His tongue was forceful and yet gentle. I spread my pussy open and rubbed Zack’s cock along my pink lips.

“See how wet, you, you’ve made mummy?” I gasped.

He pushed up and slipped easily into my wet opening. He groaned and mumbled in tekirdağ escort my mouth as he continued to kiss me. I sucked his tongue in eagerly now. Lust had bubbled over; we were both so hot for each other. He fucked me still with the stocking on his cock. It was a weird sensation, but the soft black stocking seemed to stimulate every nerve in my dripping pussy. My strong boy lifted me up and backed me against the sink. I managed to get a foot on the toilet seat and another on the bath. He pounded into me with lust filled grunts. I lapped it up just as much as he did! I gasped and groaned with every thrust that lifted my whole body. I felt like a whore the way Zack fucked me. My son was fucking his mother like he would an eager slut!

“God Zack I don’t, believe you’re so, good!” I hissed frantically in his ear.

“Well you better you fucking bitch!” he growled.

The way he said the words shocked me. He wasn’t making love to his mother he was fucking the whore I mentioned a few lines ago, but it did feel good.

“You’re mine now mum, you belong to me. When I want to fuck you I will, is that clear slut!”

“Oh my god,” I screamed.

“Every time I want you I’ll have you,” he hissed as he tweaked my nipple hard.

“Call me Tina, like I’m your girlfriend. Look at me as your girlfriend from now on, not your mother. Call me Tina; it is so disrespectful to me. I’m your whore girlfriend.”

“You’re a fucking slag, Tina, Tina!” he shrieked.

I tried to kiss him but he moved his head. For an instant he almost seemed to sneer at me! Just feeling his lovely thick cock in me had my juices running. He pinched and pulled on my nipple. He just watched my expressions as I winced; he almost seemed to be enjoying the little ripples of discomfort on my face.

“Do you love mummy, I mean Tina?”

He called me Tina a few years ago. I told him he was being disrespectful and rude. Now I wanted that. He gripped my hair on the top of my head not answering One long orgasm took over my entire body.

“Tina, I want pull your hair.”

“Do it then, I’m your girlfriend not your mother. I’m sure you could find someone younger than me so I’ll let you do as you want, just to keep you my darling,” I panted.

He humped me even harder now. I just clung to his back, still shocked by son that seemed so experienced! It was like he had been fucking for years. I’ve had a few men in my time, and I know the wimps from the passionate lovers. Then there’s the next level, the masters, was my son really a master? Or was this an over excited mother talking? The way he brought me to a climax gave me the answer. My mouth opened but I couldn’t manage a sound. I shuddered and thrashed about. tokat escort My grip tightened on his back just as he started yelling. I just let him hump me until he was drained. When he finally pulled out I was gasping to get any sort of breath into my lungs. I closed my eyes, still stood on the toilet seat and the bath, and my backside perched on the sink. I could feel my breasts heaving up and down. I opened my eyes and there was my son pointing his phone at me. I climbed down only to be pushed to my knees.

“Zack you can’t take photos of…..”

My complaining was halted by my son’s cock pushing in my mouth.

“Clean me up mum, Tina, like a real slut would.”

His hand gripped my hair and I began to slurp on his cock. I couldn’t believe how quick it grew in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, or rather his phone. My objection to his filming was outweighed by my lust. I sucked greedily as his hands messed up my hair. It was like he was taunting me now. He had his mum just where he wanted her, on her knees sucking his lovely thick cock!

“You fucking whore!” he spat.

His hand was on the back of my head with his fingers spread wide. His cock just grew and grew in my mouth! I put my hand on his thigh, trying to stop his eager thrusts that threatened to choke me. He nudged my hand away quite roughly, and this time he gripped my hair. If I didn’t know better I would have thought he was trying to choke me on purpose. I suppose he was so turned he didn’t hear my gagging on his cock! I wanted to tell him to slow down a little. He was now dictating the pace, his hand was almost pulling my mouth right off his cock, and then it would plunge me back down until my lips hit the base! I coughed and struggled but I swallowed everything I could. This really must have turned Zack on, as his mouth opened and he squeaked in disbelief. He pulled out of my mouth and I left it hanging open. I wanted him to pump the dregs into my mouth; he seemed to miss the target on purpose. Spunk splattered on my chin and then a last big squirt went right up my nose.

“I love you mum,” he mumbled.

I smiled trying to catch the dribble coming out of my nostril. I hoped I didn’t look too messy, but then again maybe Zack would like the ‘just fucked slut look’ of his mother!

“So Brian has definitely left her then?”

I was still daydreaming about my night with Zack a few weeks ago, “Yeah, still I don’t think she’s much better than her sister.”

“But I thought she was having Zack to stay?” Danny asked, as he grabbed one of the cakes I had just baked.

“Look Zack has started work, I don’t want to up root him until we are sure you want the job. Besides if Zack helps her with the mortgage trabzon escort for awhile, she won’t bleed my brother dry.”

“Tina I mean it I really want this job to work. We could buy a house there it’s cheaper up north.”

I smacked his hand away from another cake, “I told you we rent until you’re sure, I’m not dragging Zack there while he’s happy.”

I thought about Zack again. I wanted my son with me but I had to get away from sexual side between Zack and me. I knew it wasn’t right, but it felt so wonderful. As for Danny, well, we seemed to be arguing more than I liked. But Zack was here first and Danny would just have to understand that.

“Tina we could buy something, it’s worth it.”

“No!” I snapped at him.

“God you really are being selfish, this is just about pleasing him isn’t it?”

“No it’s not, I’m giving up everything to move up there, I won’t know anyone and nor will Zack,” I grizzled.

He shook his head and gave me that bloody awful stare of his.

“Maybe you should have married your boy?” he hissed, as he walked to the lounge.

I hit him on the back of the head with the tea towel. He said ouch sarcastically and threw it back.

I went in to Zack’s room to watch him pack.

“Darling you will tell me if Aunt Sylvia bullies you won’t you? Make sure you only give her the money we agreed. If she can’t manage after that then she’ll have to work longer hours.”

“I can handle her mum.”

He looked past me to see if Danny was about. He pushed the bedroom door closed and pressed his lips against me. I struggled briefly but his hot tongue soon had me gasping.

“Zack we can’t do this anymore,” I whispered.

He placed my hand on his hard cock, and pushed me to my knees.

“Go on Tina, hey maybe I should start calling you Tina in front of him?”

“Zack if Danny comes in……Oh fuck it,” I whimpered giving in, and then I sucked him into my mouth.

“I’m seeing a girl now mum, Sabrina, Tommy’s ex, you know my friend from school?”

I tried to push off him but he just held my head.

“So you fucked him did you mum? You fucked him he told me.”

I was still in shock as Zack fired into my mouth. That little bastard Tommy just had to tell him, didn’t he? But was Zack punishing me now? Zack pushed me back on my heels. I just looked up at him with a worried expression.

“My mum the local whore!” he spat.

“I love you darling don’t be angry,” I sobbed.

He shrugged pulling me up to my feet. I went to rub his cheek to sooth him, but he just caught my hand.

“I’m sorry Zack, please forgive me?”

He nodded slowly like he was considering it. He dropped to his knees and he slowly tugged my panties down. I stepped out of them and raised my skirt. I moved forward just thrilled that he was going to lick me. His hand stopped me and he pulled my skirt back into place. My smile dropped as he picked up my wet panties and put them under his pillow.

“Can you go now I need to phone Sabrina?” he said coldly.

I went back out of his room and brushed away a tear.

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All characters are over 18. This is a mother-daughter-son incest story. It’s a fantasy so it doesn’t have to make any sense: I hope you like it.

*

Anna Stewart lay back and enjoyed the steam from her scented bath. It was the first day of her summer break, and the last few weeks had been so busy… But now she had at least an hour before her son got home, maybe two. Her daughter was shopping – wouldn’t be back for ages as long as the clothes shops were open, so there was no rush. Her favourite toy was at her pussy lips, she pressed gently. Gently. She sighed at the first entry. Gently does it.

As her tunnel slowly opened and filled with the firm plastic, she pressed and squeezed it back with her inner muscles, then pushed it back in. No rush. Plenty of time. It was pure delight.

At 41 years of age, she already had two children over 20 but her body didn’t show it. Apart from a surgery scar low down on her belly, her skin was smooth, pale and translucent. Delicate feet joined slender calves, full thighs, and round hips. Her backside, she knew, was a little on the ‘comfortable’ side, but her tummy was still firm and her breasts… She giggled in pride. She filled a low-cut dress in a way to turn heads. She looked at them now – even half-laying in the bath they still sat firm and proud. She pulled her nipples, enjoying the electricity that it always sent through her.

Slowly, surely she teased herself higher and higher. Her breathing got deeper, soft moans escaped her ruby lips. Her shoulder-length brown hair clung to her in the steam and her rising sweat. Her deep brown eyes closed to shut out the world and focus on the warm glow building between her legs.

But Suzie had come home. She’d forgotten her card and went upstairs to get it, silently, thanks to the deep pile carpet which quashed any sound she made.

The bathroom door was open, and she was about to walk past it when she heard a little splash, and a moan. Peeking through the crack, looking over her mother’s shoulder she was invisible. Instantly she saw what she was doing. She stifled a giggle, turned to sneak away and leave her to it, but her curiosity, and a barely-suppressed desire she’d nursed for some time held her there. She took a half-step inside the room, and in the soap-murky water she saw her mother’s legs splayed apart and her hand pushing a bright pink toy in, out, in. Suzie could tell by her breathing and heaving breasts that her mother was close to a climax. Unconsciously, Suzie’s hands found a breast and a damp patch on her panties, and despite the wrong of it she was turned on. She snaked her lower hand inside the elastic, and rubbed her clit, fingered herself, and watched as her mother shivered, breasts wobbling, and clamped her thighs around the plastic invader. She jerked, shivered, jerked again, then relaxed, breathing in gasps, as her little orgasm subsided.

But she wasn’t done. Suzie heard a low buzz and realised the toy had come to life. Her own pussy yearned for those sensations, her nipples begged for attention. She must have made a squeak because Anna startled and turned. Suzie was caught – she’d closed her eyes briefly in her rapture and by the time she’d reacted to her mother’s voice it was too late – caught masturbating to her own mother. She yelped and turned away.

“Suzie! Dammit Suzie, come here!”

A sheepish Suzie stood in the doorway. “Sorry mum.”

“Suzie? What were you doing?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Suzie, what…were…you…doing?” Had she really seen her daughter with her hands inside her panties, standing there, while she masturbated too?

“I didn’t mean to, um, see. But, well I did, and…”

“What did you see?”

Blushing silence. Anna needed to work this through in her head.

“I’ll see you downstairs.”

A few minutes passed in which Anna realised that she could accept that her daughter had seen her masturbating, but she had no idea how to deal with the fact that she watched and masturbated at the same time. So she decided to take the direct approach. But Suzie was clearly upset – sobbing, maybe? – as she went downstairs. She sat beside her daughter on the couch and said: “Sweetie, it’s OK. Really. I don’t care that you saw me. But, level with me. Did you, um, masturbate as well? I thought you did.”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“It really is OK. I think I’m flattered! But I didn’t know you liked girls, sweetie.”

“As well as boys, not instead of.”

“That’s great, Suzie! I mean, that you know and are düzce escort open with it. I don’t know if I’d have been so clear at your age. But darling I’m your mum.”

“I know but it was exciting. And then you came, and…”

“Oh you saw that?”

“Mmm Hmm. It was erotic, y’know? You looked so into it, and…”

Anna giggled : “Yeah, I was really into it. I was going for round two.”

Suzie giggled nervously. She tried a joke: “At least you got one away, I was still trying for round one!”

Anna pulled her daughter close and kissed her cheeks, then cradled her head to her bosom as she often had. Maybe Suzie’s interrupted pleasure had something to do with what happened next, maybe Anna’s still-tingling sexual senses allowed it. Something made Suzie lift her head, nuzzle in close, and plant light little kisses on her mother’s neck, cheek, face, then lips. Why Anna allowed it, she didn’t know. But she didn’t stop it when Suzie kissed her gently on the lips, nor when she felt her daughter’s tongue probing between them. She didn’t pull away when she realised she was kissing back, full-mouthed, nor when Suzie reached for the tie on the bathrobe and tugged it. Not when she felt her breast cupped gently, then more firmly, nor when her daughter’s fingers found an erect nipple and teased it.

She should have pulled away when Suzie’s head bent and her lips found that nipple. She should have reprimanded her daughter for that, but instead she shivered when a hand snaked down her tummy, featherlike, and towards…

If Suzie had wondered how far this could go, she was delighted when she felt her mother change position to open her thighs, despite the words she was saying: “Oh Sweetie, please don’t…”

Too late. Suzie’s finger found wetness and folded inside it, then another followed it, and she gently, so agonisingly gently, pressed them inside her mother’s pussy.

“Suzie please.”

She was begging into her daughter’s mouth, but her tongue told Suzie the opposite to her words and the slight movements of her hips told Suzie that now, at last, a dream could come true.

In a single fluid motion Suzie pulled her mother to the edge of the couch, opened her thighs, knelt, and pressed her mouth to her pussy, licking, probing, tasting. Anna’s hands on her head guided her, held gently between her legs. Quickly now, Anna rushed to a climax, it had been so long since another had taken this much interest in her pleasure, and ignoring, for now, that the tongue driving her wild was her own daughter’s.

She huffed and jerked out a climax, brief and urgent, before a new urgency overtook her. She wanted to taste her daughter the same way, even though she’d never been sexual with a woman before. Awkwardly she stripped Suzie’s panties off and got her head under her dress as they got down on the rug into 69. Mother and daughter learned about each other’s pussies, each reaching shuddering orgasms, each needing and wanting it never to stop, until they heard a car door.

Jack was home! They scurried off like the discovered lovers they were, half-naked, legs still wet from each other’s ministrations, and giggled into the bathroom as the front door opened.

Like conspirators they whispered: “He’s early, isn’t he mum?”

“Yes. Get dressed. Quick.”

“I am, almost.”

“OK, off we go.”

“Wait, mum…” Suzie kissed Anna passionately. “Thankyou.”

Boldly, Anna pressed her daughter’s pussy mound in a little squeeze and said: “I owe you round two. Or three, whatever we’re up to.”

Suzie beamed and flushed.

The evening did not start well. Suzie wanted to continue her tryst with her mum but Jack had lost his job, a victim of being the last one to start so the first to go. He was angry, but more than that he was despondent. It had taken him 20 months to get a job and he’d only been in it 5 months.

Sipping beers with him on the porch, mother and sister tried to console and encourage him. After a couple of hours, he was pretty loose, though not drunk. He was in the middle of the porch swing between his mum and his sister. Anna cradled his head to her chest in motherly affection, not realising a nipple was on full display inside her loose cotton dress. Jack teased her: “Hubba Hubba, mum, haven’t seen those since I was a baby!”

“Jack Dawkins you’re the limit! You shouldn’t be looking!”

“I can’t see what ain’t being shown, ma!”

“I’m not ‘showing’ anything.”

“You edirne escort sure about that? I mean, that dress gapes a bit, y’know.”

Anna looked down and sure enough, not only was one breast struggling to stay inside it, the front of the wraparound thing had gaped open and her little white panties were clearly visible.

“Stop teasing her, Jack! You’ll make her blush.”

Anna got bold. “Oh I doubt he can make me blush. I’m over all that kind of nonsense.”

She should have known better. Jack said: “OK then. Let’s see. Truth or dare?”

“Really, Jack? We’re not kids any more.”

“Don’t join in then.” He knew she would though.

His mother said: “Dare.”

“I dare you to… um…spin around and show us your knickers.”

She did, effortlessly. He would have to try harder than that. Suzie got a dirty idea and took the lead. Before many turns had passed, it had degenerated to her daring him to kiss their mother. Anna smiled, puckered up, and got a peck, with which Suzie was not impressed: “No way, Jack. KISS, not PECK.”

Anna wasn’t sure at first, but – well… Jack kissed her gently, a lip-nibbler but without tongues. He blushed, but she did not. Suzie said: “No, PROPERLY. Like this…”

Anna found herself being kissed by her daughter with erotic fervour as she had a few hours before, but this time, after ten seconds of it, she did urge her daughter away. Jack was open-mouthed, Anna saw with glee. So she pretended it was just part of the game. And she saw, too, that it aroused him. The bulge in his shorts proved it.

A voice in her head took charge over her senses. It said ‘Suzie wanted you, you want him. Why not?’

She gulped, took a long draft of beer. There was a sense of shocked relief. Something she’d kept below the surface finally burst into being, a nasty secret she once thought would send her to hell, but now, thanks to Suzie’s initiative, was very, very appealing.

“Wanna try again, son?”

“Huh?”

“Suzie showed you how. Your turn, or forfeit.”

“Um, oh. OK.”

This time her son’s kiss was firmer, rougher than her daughter’s but no less erotic. Like a flood of possibilities breaking open a dam of propriety, Anna kissed her son with her tongue dancing with his, and pressed her body to him. Jack was half a head taller, strong, manly. Suzie was a shorter, thinner version of herself but Jack was broad-shouldered with an old-fashioned square jaw. Anna tousled his shock of dark hair as she kissed, felt his erection against her tummy.

Jack pulled away, confused, aroused. Suzie giggled and said “See, you still haven’t made her blush.”

Jack grinned awkwardly. He sat, but both women noted how he adjusted his shorts as he did so and stole a glance at each other. Suzie’s eyes asked a question, her mother’s answered ‘yes’. It was no longer a game, it was a seduction. But Jack didn’t know that yet.

It was Suzie’s turn. Anna dared her to sit on Jack’s lap. Innocent, maybe, but Suzie wriggled her ass slightly on his erection and he caught her scent in the cool night air. Jack looked at his mother who carried on as if this was innocent, but Jack wondered what was going on. They weren’t drunk, he was sure. But… God he was hard! Suzie must be able to feel it!

Within a few more turns the women engineered it so that Jack could be in no doubt. Right now he was being asked to compare his mother’s breasts and his sister’s. Size, firmness, and yes – he could touch if he wanted to…in the name of the game. of course. The seduction developed quickly from there. Soon, on their mother’s bed – the largest in the house – mouths found tongues, nipples. Hands touched, rubbed. Clothes were flung on the floor, then mother, son and daughter, completely naked together, began to explore.

Suzie was content to have either cock or pussy, but Anna was desperate for a man’s intrusion after so, so long. Jack was in a flat spin trying to reconcile the scene. His mother’s neatly trimmed bush, her large firm breasts, then his sister’s smooth pussy and tighter titties. He wanted both, all, everything. But most of all he yearned for his mother.

Anna lay back, beckoning her son. He got between her legs, looked down as his sister guided his cock to her, and watched it sink slowly inside his mother. She accepted it with a long, low moan. Suzie kissed her mother’s nipples, her brother’s mouth, fondled his ass, but she knew she was a sideshow right then. The main event elazığ escort was son fucking mother, passionately and urgently, deeply. Suzie sat against the bedhead with her mother between her legs and contented herself with tweaking Anna’s nipples while she watched her brother’s cock disappear again and again inside the pussy that had brought them both into the world.

His pace was steady, even as his intensity increased. His belly slapped hers, she came briefly, pulled him in further with her hands on his buttocks. She put her hands behind her knees, opening her legs so, so wide for her son to plunge right up, up inside her, until he began to shiver, tremble, and jerk as his cock exploded inside. Five, six, times it splashed, more even: Jack filled the womb that made him with hot goo while his mother writhed and bucked underneath him in a new orgasm of her own.

Too soon, it was over. Suzie had two fingers inside herself watching her brother and mother fuck, and wanted her turn. Jack would need some time, but she was going to live another fantasy that day. Anna let Jack fall out of her as Suzie rolled him over and bent to take him in her mouth. Anna got behind her daughter and fingered her pussy and ass, watching her daughter suck her son, even as her son’s cum began to slide down her thigh.

Jack’s first head job was divine. Suzie had little experience of cocks but her warm wet mouth slurped gently along his shaft, her tongue flicked his knob, and although his cock drooped a little after it’s recent exertion Suzie made sure it didn’t deflate completely. Then when his mother joined her, and they shared it in their mouths, Jack was ready to fuck his sister. She lay where her mother had just been, Jack got on top, and Suzie’s cunt melted open for her brother’s rod to push in, past the knot of her hymen, opening her insides for him to plunder as he had with their mother.

Only this time, so soon after ejaculating inside his mother, Jack had plenty to give.

He took her from behind, she rode him, he got behind her again. He loved watching his cock slide inside his sister’s angry pink tunnel, then come out again all shiny and wet from her, only to plunge inside again.

Suzie was in heaven. She was thankful that her first cock brought her little discomfort even at first, then none at all, and she was flicked into little breathy orgasms twice before she felt herself rising to a new height of ecstasy.

As her brother’s thighs slapped her ass, she fell forwards with her head on their mother’s chest, nibbling the nipple closest to her,and reached down with one hand to fold three fingers into her mother’s dripping pussy, barely conscious of anything but the warm rod inside her, the sounds of their grunting and slapping of flesh, the wetness around her hand and her brother’s balls colliding with her pussy lips. Her clit ached – she reached between her legs with her free hand to press around it, rubbing, as… Yes. Yes! She felt the tsunami approach, begged her brother not to stop, and let the waves of incest lust carry her away to the fog of orgasmic delight she’d been reaching for, higher, squealing now, her whole being reduced to this one sensation, this one fact – her brother’s cock plunging inside her.

As she came, she pressed back at Jack who pulled her hips ever further onto his cock with his strong hands. He saw her shuddering, pushed hard, and felt his own burning begin. He groaned as he felt the increased heat, sure he must be inside her very womb so tightly was his cockhead buried: He was shuddering, rippling with electricity that puckered his ass and tightened his balls; he held his breath, then swore roughly as his cum splashed, in impossibly hard jets, like static electricity drawn out of him and into his sister’s open womb. Under him, Suzie felt it too, a tickling warmth of spray against the walls of her uterus, the cock that delivered it impossibly erect, like hot iron. Still he pumped, still his balls squeezed more, until he was dry and spent and collapsed on his sister’s back, still shivering, still twitching inside her.

Brother and sister rocked against each other, cock in cunt, for a couple of minutes until they rejoined the planet. Suzie was lazily fingering their mother, now Jack looked for her. She still lay on the side of the bed, luxuriating in the delight of being satisfied by both son and daughter, and she was beaming with joy.

He simply said: “Hi mum”

“Hi yourself.”

Suzie looked back over her shoulder, smiling. Jack moved, fell out of her. She said: “Awww, that was nice having it in there.”

“Are you two kids OK?”

“I am. You, Jack?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because, son, you just fucked your mum AND your sister. That’s why.”

“Mmm. See your point. And guess what?”

“What?”

“Give me a few minutes and I’m gonna do it again!”

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With the next morning came the sound of more aircraft overhead. These most likely were American fighters flying up the valley looking for targets. They poked around for a few minutes looking for something juicy to shoot at and I assume they found nothing, for the sounds faded off into the distance quickly. I was now aware of something else; my naughty wicked Grandmother was down underneath the covers kissing my belly and inching closer and closer to my schwanze-wurst. She took it up in her mouth and sucked me rotten for several minutes until I gasped and filled her mouth with one-night’s sleep-worth of stored-up hot salty egg-whites. She grinned up at me and gulped down loudly, apparently enjoying her breakfast in bed!

Presently she crept up to the top of the covers and kissed me and taking my still-hard cock in her hand, guided it to the entrance of her furry pink sex. With a swoop, she pushed the head of my member and her face registered an open-mouthed staring moment of accommodation, followed by a smile as her cunny took the friendly breakfast sausage into her nest and adjusted itself to seat it properly. She began to move up and down. We fucked for several minutes until the old girl let out a loud moan and I felt a second release come boiling up from my balls to spout inside her. Half a minute of panting later, she rolled off me and said staring at the ceiling,

“I knew you had another one inside you hiding in those loins, I just had to grind it out! That should perhaps hold you and me for a little while. Alright, no sense laying here…we have animals to feed!” We got up; dressed, and set about feeding the animals in the barn and making sure they had enough water. Then Oma stepped into the kitchen to put ersatz coffee on the stove for breakfast. Like most places our village didn’t have a real coffee bean to be found anywhere, so the blackish powdery substitute was all Grandmother had – curtesy of the rationing program. We were fortunate enough to have plenty of hen’s eggs for breakfast and a few potatoes. This was a benefit of being in the country as opposed to the cities where you not only had to worry of the bombers overhead, but also of the constant scarcity of EVERYTHING making even a crust of bread a treasured item to be hoarded away from the eyes of others.

While we ate we listened to the radio set with Oma’s magic to forbidden broadcasts. The Allied radio programs had wonderful music and the news was not all rants approved by Dr. Goebbels going on and on about “ultimate victory”. From what we could hear and piece together…the Americans were very close now, we guessed two or three days away. It filled me with a bit of dread despite Grandmother’s efforts to calm me. She could see I was getting nervous hearing the radio and she switched it off and put it back in the cupboard.

“Let’s play another game Stephan,” she said- trying to take my mind from things, “I think you will find it interesting. It is more magic lessons for you…can’t let your powers atrophy when they are becoming SO strong!” She led me to the center of the room, away from all furniture. She stood back from me, pointed her wand…and muttered,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one!” I suddenly felt the entire room (including Oma) growing to enormous proportions…I also found my clothes replaced by hair and fur. The room continued to grow and grow and then I realized, I was shrinking! When the process finally ended, I stood below my grandmother who looked a hundred feet high by my estimate. She fetched a hand mirror from a shelf and held it down to me. I was immediately startled and recoiled momentarily in terror at what I saw, but I was robbed of the power of speech ; only a few squeaks could escape my mouth, – I was a MOUSE! Oma could see how frightened I was and she set the mirror down and pointed the wand at me saying,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one, make him a man and the spell is undone!” The proportions of the room began to change and Grandmother began to shrink from the size of a towering giant, back to the little old woman I knew. The room was as I remembered it as well, and I was back to normal size. It didn’t diminish my feeling of angst though; I swayed uneasily on my legs teetering until Oma rushed me over to a chair and sat me down.

“Well, well! You HAVE had a proper fright haven’t you!” she exclaimed, concerned but laughing slightly, hoping she hadn’t traumatized me too terribly.

“Oma! What was that?”

“A spell of transformation. I made you a mouse. You can do it to yourself; you need is to focus on the animal or plant you wish to be and then recite the incantation…you can even say it in your mind and not speak but I sometimes speak just to focus and concentrate. I figure it is another way to help you hide. Anyhow, are you alright?”

“Yes, just I wasn’t expecting it. …So I can do this THING to myself?”

“Yes of course. It takes a lot of concentration but I think your natural powers are able to make bursa escort it work,” she said before she suddenly realized she needed to sit down herself as well. She plopped down into a chair next to the table and continued,

“Wheew! That reminds me…I’ve forgotten what a drain it can be and it took a little bit out of me! Transformations can sometimes make you feel light headed – especially if you are casting the spell. How about trying the invisibility spell! Let me rest for a moment.”

I practiced making myself visible and invisible sitting at the chair. With a little practice I found I could snap it on and off like a light-switch. Oma sipped her substitute coffee across the table and beamed at me proudly. I figured a transformation spell would be good for getting into and out of tight spaces and all, but invisibility…especially if I could just stand still and not move…would work the best to help me hide!

“Hurrah Stephen! Hurrah! Much better; it’s only been a day and your control is more adept! I was impressed at your ability to control your seed in myself and those two ladies in the high meadow but now I see…other attributes of you are coming along splendidly!” We let out a mutual laugh of self-congratulation, me patting myself on the back for being a quick study and her for being a skilled teacher! Our happiness was short lived however as we heard the sound of a car coming down the street and approaching Oma’s house. She hurried to the window and looked outside through the curtains quickly as it approached and she muttered a word I still remember today and shudder at the thought,

“Gestapo!”

“Oma, but your spell yesterday on the woman and the soldiers…they were to say it was a clerical error and that your name was Hilda Bauer not Hilda Baumer!”

“No time to figure out what happened,” she said in a voice laden with distressed hurry as she moved my coffee cup to the sink with my plate to make it look like only SHE was having breakfast, “those men will tear this place apart and you being invisible will only delay things until you are bumped into!”

“I can run to the fields, make myself invisible there too!”

“No,” she said suddenly finding a plan in the back of her head and seizing her wand from the table, “I will make my stand here for you…and you…will hide but you will be much smaller,” she said looking at a hole in the wall at the floor next to the stove.”

“Grandmother, no!” I said as I tried to get my hands up to stop her. I wanted anything but that disorienting feeling again, however she was too quick! Her wand flashed with a flick of her wrist,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one,” she commanded. The next thing I knew, I was shrinking back to the size of something fit to run through the hole she had spied. I looked up at her; transformed into something small and furry and squeaking in alarm.

“Never mind that…get in the hole!” she said, her face etched with fear and urgency. I scampered to the hole best I could across the kitchen floor on new legs and feet that I quite frankly I was not at all used to plus having to deal with of all things…a tail behind me! It was quite strange and traumatic enough but knowing your death could be on the other side of the door pulling up in a car…well, I scampered through the hole fast as I could and then cautiously peered through the opening back at my grandmother who turned and moved to the door. She seized some household identification papers from a shelf near the door and flicking her wand at them, she then read the contents. Satisfied with what she saw, she nodded her head. A knock pounded on the door as if on cue not two seconds later!

Grandmother looked back at me as I peered from around the corner of my mouse hole and motioned for me to GET- BACK- OUT-OF-SIGHT (like a mouse would give away my presence- I mean…yes, those fellows were good but not that GOOD). I backed up into the shadow nonetheless and she placed the papers on the shelf and opened the door. Standing there was a man in a black trench-coat and two black and silver-uniformed SS men; their uniforms and submachine guns an ominous image to this day which still haunts my memory. The man spoke,

“Hilda Bauer?” He said this with a tone of immediate authority.

“Yes,” Oma answered as she was pushed back into the kitchen; the three men entering as if repeating the scene of the previous day.

“I am Klaus Dietrich, with the Geheime Staatspolize. We are looking for a deserter, Private Stephan Baumer. I assume you have time to speak with us yes?” the Gestapo official asked politely as if he were inquiring about something over morning tea.

“Yes certainly,” continued Oma, “but that man is not here. Your people came by yesterday and..”

“Yes I know” he interrupted, “I received a report from Women’s Auxillery Antmuller and her two wooden headed assistants last night. I am just re-checking çanakkale escort a few things here with you… all purely administrative, we won’t trouble you much…just a few questions and we are on our way, yes?”

“Of course!” Grandmother answered.

“Good, may I see some identification?”

“Yes,” Oma replied pulling the papers from the shelf and handing them to him, “here you are!” He took the papers and read through them. He held them up to the light checking for water-marks, and nodded his head. Then he handed the papers back to my grandmother.

“Good, so far all is in order. May I also look about the house and barn here with you?” he asked.

“Certainly-anything to help,” Oma replied. She wobbled unsteadily on her feet; possibly weak from having just executed my transformation into the tiny furry creature that I now was. Nonetheless, she remained calm.

“I’m sure,” Dietrich said in a condescending tone of feigned politeness – the Gestapo was always so polite until they were beating you senseless in a soundproof room where your screams could not be heard! He left one sentry at the front entrance and then sent another round the back of the house to watch for anyone trying to escape the house.

He took off his trench coat and threw it over a chair revealing the dark suit of a party official and the severe and neat tie – always a neat tie on those fellows; right next to his party badge. He took off his hat and through it on the table to reveal a balding head of thinning hair. Grandmother was forced to stand in the middle of the room while he walked from corner to corner of the kitchen.

Pausing by the sink, he looked into it and saw my dirty dish and my coffee cup. He looked at my Grandmother but said nothing – his suspicions sufficiently aroused. He then began to walk from room to room in the house while my Grandmother watched him, her wand behind her in the back skirt pocket. He stepped into the water closet and seeing nothing but the toilet and some newspapers, started to turn back into the kitchen. It was then my Oma moved like a flash.

Her wand flew up in her hand and she flicked it with her wrist. Dietrich stopped like he had been shot through the forehead. He stared blankly straight ahead for a moment, then presently he smiled and looked at my grandmother. He again had that professional composure about him but not as sinister, as if Grandmother had flicked a switch in his brain and the monster in the tie was now wet clay for her molding hands.

“Wouldn’t you like to see the barn, Herr Dietrich?” Oma asked, both putting the wand back into her pocket and stepping forward to take the Gestapo man by his hand.

“Why yes,…I need to see it. I am certain that I will find nothing there just as I found NOTHING here!” Oma’s spell was already soaked into his mind and working any memory of the dirty dish and coffee cup out of his consciousness! He had proven easier to overcome than the cruel blonde and her two soldiers. As he walked with Oma through the entrance of the barn, she reached into her back skirt pocket and retrieved the wand when his back was to her – stupid fool he was! Oma flicked the wand behind her back twice and I heard a thud against the wall to the house to the front, and presently there was another thud against the back of the house at the rear door.

I hid in my hole terrified for a moment and then, curiosity getting the better of me, crawled out and scampered across the floor. With my claws I climbed a window curtain and although not completely used to my limbs and tail, made the leap to the windowsill to peer through the glass. I was shocked and amused with what I saw! Outside, sleeping on the grass by the flower bed, lay the body of the SS man who had been posted to watch the front. He was snoring like he was cutting wood with his nose! A subsequent inspection I made at the back window as soon as I managed to scamper up to it revealed a similar scene; the other SS man lay crumpled against the door, sleeping deeply!

Hopping down from my perch on the window, I made my way across the kitchen floor to the door to the barn from the kitchen. It was then I heard my grandmother scream! I pushed with my paws on the door but I could not make it through there… it was closed. What was alarming was I was now small weak and helpless to do anything! I had to do something…ANYTHING!

I ran along the edge of the wall of the kitchen that bordered the barn. At the corner of the nook where my Oma’s bed rested I found a hole – sufficient for me to get through. I was now in the inner walls between the house. There was just enough crawlspace for me to move and crawl along sniffing and peering through the darkness for a way into the barn. After a few feet of travel, I saw feint light to the left up ahead. Most alarming was that the screams of my grandmother were now louder and louder. I hurried down the crawlway to the light and rize escort discovered it was a hole but upon peering out, I discovered it would be a one-way drop to the ground…three feet – into the hay of the goat’s pen!

I sucked in my breath,…let it out,…and leaped. I landed and went tumbling for a brief instant in the hay…not used to how light I was now! I then made my dash to the edge of the pen as my grandmother’s screams and calls intensified, my heart filled with terror! I peered from around the edge of the post in the goat’s pen and could not believe my eyes – I should have guessed.

Not fifteen feet away from me, down on the hay, naked as the day they were born were Oma and Dietrich fucking like two wild cats in heat; she down on all fours screaming and bawling like she was being split in two, and he crouched behind her with both hands upon her hips giving her cunny thorough interrogation! He was huffing and puffing like an asthmatic steam locomotive as he slewed his cock in and out of her rump, fucking her with determination while Oma rocked her body below him, her hips slamming back to meet with each of his thrusts, her wand in her hand at the ready. Her screams and moans became obscene curses of encouragement for him; urging him on to plow her harder and deeper with more vigor and ferocity!

Dietrich’s face was beat red, his cheeks flushed and his brow already beaded up with sweat. To tell the truth, it looked like Oma was killing him! Still, he exerted himself; launching a determined blitzkrieg of my grandmother’s sex and plowing her furrow like she was some bizarre Nazi agricultural initiative! For her part Oma looked like she was enjoying herself immensely as her free hand clenched and unclenched…gripping the hay on the floor and then releasing it as Dietrich’s torture weapon savagely spearheaded its way into her low country! A few more thrusts and Oma let out an agonized scream of one who has had enough and she shouted at the rafters in unconditional surrender as her bawling screaming capitulating crescendo ripped through her body in a wonderful Wagnerian climax; her cunny-dew dribbling and piddling on the hay below her. Dietrich stared far off into space and time. In a triumph of will and Aryan supremacy…exploded his vengeance weapon in a spout of screaming grunting joy…straight up into the cunt of my grandmother! He hovered for a moment, and then toppled over away from her, onto the hay; completely spent – and more importantly pliant and harmless now!

Oma rose to her feet weakly and began to fetch her things and dress herself. After a few minutes she was done. Oma now turned to the exhausted Dietrich on the hay.

“Get up! On your feet!” she said with a severity that made her seem ten feet tall and absolutely frightening. Dietrich, under her spell…immediately hurried to his feet…still in a trance staring off into space.

“What is to become of Stephan Baumer?” she asked sternly.

“He is to be located immediately and to be shot for desertion,” Dietrich replied like he was suffering from the haze of a narcotic while he spoke.

“Are there any leads as to his whereabouts?” she asked.

“No,” he said, “his trail went cold south of Ulm and none of our efforts have led to anything new.”

“Good! Now you are to get dressed. You are to collect your two henchmen and you are to return in your car back to your offices and file your report. You are to write in your report that you have inspected my residence and found me to be Hilda Bauer! You have found NO TRACE of Stephan Baumer – IS THAT CLEAR!”

“Ja Fraulein,” Dietrich nodded stupidly staring off into space.

“How soon before the Americans arrive in this village?” Oma asked sternly again.

“I would say they are two, maybe three days away based on reporting we are getting. The Army is setting up another defense some fifteen kilometers away from here to the east,” Dietrich answered.

“Excellent, well as long as you are going back to your offices at the palace in the next valley,” she said, planting the seed of something in his brain, “and after your report is filed CLOSING THE CASE ON STEPHAN BAUMER WHOM YOU DISCOVERED WAS ACTUALLY KILLED IN AN AIR RAID ON HIS HOME CITY-EXONERATING HIM AND HIS FAMILY FROM ANY CHARGES OF TREASON OR DESERTION, then you will announce to all staff and soldiery in the village that you will all need to be pulling back to the defensive line to the east. You will give the order to your men and any SS personnel accompanying them to evacuate immediately to those new defensive positions – what again you say?…Fifteen kilometers?”

“Ja Fraulein!” came the stupid response.

“Hmmmm make that thirty kilometers. I always like round numbers. Anyhow thirty it is! You will tell them that after you file your report with your headquarters. Understood!”

“Ja Wohl Fraulein!” Dietrich answered.

“Good, and one more thing, after your report…you will feel the urge to depart by yourself in that car…to…Switzerland…you will take the southern route there…where you will remain until you can arrange passage out of Europe to…Paraguay! IS THAT CLEAR!”

“Ja Fraulein!” he said again with his stupid nodding expression. He was now nothing to be intimidated by, just thoroughly amusing instead! Silly idiot!

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