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Chapter 1

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

She said she was going to the grocery store!

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was supposed to be at the grocery store!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, he had been an asshole to her.

But she said she was going grocery shopping!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You recognize them?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gold mine!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stared at her. “What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded, and growled. “Yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Need I say more?

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

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My brain was quite obviously losing touch with reality.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ta da!” Vonnie smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vonnie dropped her mouth over the head of my cock.

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

“Oh wow!” Shelagh gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That will test your concentration.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very,” I nodded, gritting my teeth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhhh FUUUUUUUCK!” I bellowed, and erupted.

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

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

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

It almost made me cum again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps not.

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

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

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

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

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All characters are over 18.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t know what to say.

“I know…” she continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a big boy!” she giggled.

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

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

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

She led my fingers to her blouse buttons.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucy led me round the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My stomach was churning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only the middle two buttons of her jacket were fastened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, what’s up?” I say

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

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

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

“Do you have any plans tonight?”

“No, why? What’s up?”

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

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

“Yeah sure, sounds good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sweet, let’s go!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled nervously at her, forgiving her.

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

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

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

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

“Nervous yet?”

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

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

“Are you nervous?” And I say, “No.”

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

“Kinda.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I almost started crying at this point.

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

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

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

I stayed silent.

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

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

“Wait, Ellie! Come back!”

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

“I forgive you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“So, little brother?”

“Yeah?” I ask.

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

“Sure” I said, “Why the hell not?”

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

“Are you nervous?”

“No.” She giggled.

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

“Are-you-ner-vous?”

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

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

“You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

I blushed yet again,

“Is it that obvious?” I asked timidly.

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

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

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

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

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

I was in heaven.

She broke the kiss once more and said,

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

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

“OH MY GOODNESS, IT’S HUGE!”

My ego swelled a hundred fold.

“Just how big is this thing!?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sis, I’m about to cum!”

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and said,

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

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

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

Then she said,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anne – Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

January 2015

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright. What’s your problem?”

“Spiders.”

“Spiders?”

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

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

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

Anne explained about the spiders and her panic attacks.

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

“What’s that got to do with it?”

Dr. Wilson just gave a slight frown in response.

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

“Drink?”

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

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

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

“I see. A panic attack.”

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

“Do you exercise?”

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

“Impressive. Very good.”

“Sleep well?”

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

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

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

“Sexually frustrated?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ugh!”

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

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

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

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

Anne shuddered. “That’s interesting.”

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

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

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

“Right. What time do you have supper?”

“About six.”

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

“That’s it.”

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

* * * * *

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

“Hi Miss Kelly. Right on time I see.”

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

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

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

“Can I really trust you, Jamie?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Black.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi Miss Kelly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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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