Caregiver Ch. 02

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I woke and saw thick snowflakes floating out the window. They made me smile. Partly, because I knew most of my friends were in school wishing they weren’t. I finished a semester early. Thank God, cuz who would be here to look after my dad dying from cancer. I decided that I had no regrets about him fucking the shit out of me last night and that if my dad wanted to drag his conscience through the mud, I couldn’t help that. It wasn’t entirely my doing. It takes two to tango. I just didn’t want him to hate me or even be mad at me.

I laughed out loud remembering his remark about spanking me.

Suddenly my door flung open with a crash scaring the hell out of me. My dad stood there in his robe. A belt in his hand folded in half. He snapped as if he was angry. The look in his eyes confirmed it. I sat straight up, wrapped my arms around my knees. Fear plastered on my face.

“What?” I yelped.

I’d never seen him like this. He didn’t say anything. He walked towards me quick like and mean. I peed myself a bit as I crawled for the other side of the bed getting caught up in my blankets. He neared the edge of my bed and swatted me on my ass just before I sprang to my feet. It didn’t even hurt. He retrieved the belt and just looked at me. We stood on opposite sides of my bed anticipating each other’s move.

“Stop. You’re scaring me,” I started to cry.

His eyes were devious, his chin tucked low. He made a move to his right, I went to my right and then he darted around the foot of my bed.

I screamed, “Dad!”

I lunged across my bed in hopes to reach the door but he dove and caught me by my ankles. He dragged me up onto the bed and spun me so I was facing him. He reached for the top of BJ’s pajamas and tore them open exposing me outright.

He lunged at my breasts and started to attack them with vengeance. I clawed and scratched, pulled his hair and tried punching. He got hold of my wrists and I was soon at his mercy. He licked and nipped at my nipples. They rose to the occasion.

What was he doing? “Dad!” I yelled.

He stopped but still held my wrists at my side. I was so unsure and he said nothing. He let me go, looking like he might stop his charade. I laid there for a few seconds trying to figure him out. I decided to scoot away in a hurry.

He grabbed me by my hips and flipped me around on my tummy. He grabbed hold of my bottoms and yanked them down to my knees. He plunged his face into my ass and started chomping and licking with his arm around my thighs. I struggled while he wiggled my bottoms down to my ankles and removed them.

I got as far as the edge of the bed where my upper body bent over the side, much to his advantage. He licked and gnawed at my ass cheeks and my anus. He buried his face deeper until his nose plunged against my vagina and the tip of his tongue was reaching my clitoris.

I was already breathing heavy from my struggle but the sensation from what he was doing to me was taking over. I just gave up. I started pushing my ass in his face with as much enthusiasm as he had for me.

“Oh, Dad!” I exclaimed with surrender. My pussy convulsed and turned wet. At that point, I knew he was playing but it felt so real.

I wanted him to lick my ass some more, having just learned that awesome sensation seconds earlier, so I squirmed. His mouth retreated to my ass. When he found it, I moaned and moaned. “Yes, oh fuck yeah,” I added, to show him I had a dark side too. I’ve Hatay Escort never sworn in front of my father.

It worked as he responded by getting yet more aggressive. This wasn’t the weak man I was caring for yesterday and all my questions about his guilt went by the way side.

“Don’t, you pervert,” I accused but rubbed my asshole in his face with desire at the same time. “Stop!” I said but reached back and grabbed a clump of his hair so he wouldn’t be able to. I came on the spot. My innards were on their own. I even peed a little more.

He stopped. Blood rushed to my head, resting on the carpet. My breathing was loud and undeniable. All of his weight was on the back of my right leg, like a trap.

I heard what sounded like the cap to the Vaseline jar and realized what he was up to. I also realized he had conspired this assault. Daddy, you are being so bad right now, I thought to myself, but his plan was raving in my crotch.

A blob of the cool jelly filled the crack of my ass. My mind filled with the thought of him trying to jam his thick cock in there.

Then I felt his finger enter my hole. It felt awkward but it didn’t hurt. He worked it and put two fingers in it to stretch it.

“Relax, baby and tell me if it hurts,” were the first words he spoke.

He yanked me by the hips and pulled me up on the bed with just my ass in the air. That was it, I knew. He was going to fuck my butt. I looked behind to see him spit in his hand. He rubbed it on his cock and aimed it at my ass. I felt it. He pressed a little. Then a little more. He pulled it out and spit on it some more. He put it back there and forced it in. It hurt a little but I wanted him to do it.

I wanted him to have his way with me. I didn’t want my dad to die a wanting man. I could only hope that it wouldn’t hurt. I gulped at how uncomfortable it felt. I’m not going to like this, I thought.

He said, “Try to relax it, Kimmy.” I tried and I did. He went in deeper. He filled me. He slowly maneuvered it in and out. It just took some getting use to. “Rub your clit, honey.”

I did as I was told and blood began to rush to my sex pot. It helped to dilate me and then I was beginning to enjoy Daddy’s cock sinking into my asshole. His probing started to turn to thrusts as the grease worked my rim and soon I was fully dilated, allowing him to pounce my butt.

I rubbed my clit with vigor. Faster and faster. I reached up into my pussy and fucked myself with two fingers as my dad pounded my asshole.

“Oh fuck!” We said at the same time.

I lunged my hips at him while he thrust at me. Our timing was perfect. The sound of my butt cheeks slapping his groin thrilled my mind. I felt his balls bouncing off my cunt and knuckles.

His tension was building. I could tell by the sounds he was making that he would cum soon. This would be his third time in less than 24 hours and my second.

He pulled it out, grabbed me by my hair and yanked me gently enough, I guess, and shoved his nasty cock in my mouth. He didn’t even pump it to allow me to breath. He just held it there while his sperm jetted down my throat. I gagged hard and then harder.

I don’t think he even realized that my own vomit forced itself past my lips and spewed down his balls onto the bed. I finally caught some air when he started to shrink. He held my face there at the base of his shaft. His groans were deep and husky.

His orgasm seemed to Hatay Escort Bayan last forever. His sighs were long until he caught his breath saying, “Are you okay, Kimmy?”

“Mmm hmm,” I moaned twirling his limp dick around my tongue.

He untangled his fingers from my hair. He plummeted to my pillow in exhaustion, just missing the small pool of my slimy bile.

I ran quickly to get a towel from the bathroom and was cleaning it up when he said, “You are so beautiful. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I leaned on one knee next to him, wrapped my hand around his prick and said, “That was the most fun I’ve ever had. At first I thought you were for real, you meany!”

“I’m sorry, baby. I woke up so horny thinking about last night, I just wanted more.”

I thought for a moment.

“Yeah, but at the same time you seem to have regret. Are You sure about this? I don’t want you to hate me.”

“I could never hate you, Kimmy.”

I assured him, “It will be our little secret, okay?”

He smiled. I kissed him on his forehead, snuck my dirty blanket out from under him and left him lying on my bed. I could feel Daddy’s eyes staring at my ass as I walked away so I added just a little extra swing to it.

I was switching the laundry over, thinking about the clever assault my dad concocted, hoping he wouldn’t turn our new relinquished desires into something other than what it was. Lust. Just plain old ordinary lust that we acted on, was my last thought. I caught a glimpse of him walk across the hallway to his bedroom. I heard him shut the door and lock it.

Then I heard the back door open. Oh crap, BJ was home. I darted to my bedroom just in time that he didn’t see me naked.

Suddenly, I felt a shameful emotion swell in my gut. It was something about BJ’s presence that made me feel what Daddy and I had done was wrong. Very wrong.

“Dad, Sis?” he called out.

I slipped on BJ’s pajama bottoms and whipped my arms into the sleeves of the top, just as he opened my door. I had to spin around and wrap the top closed. I’d forgotten about the buttons Daddy ripped off when he ravaged my tits minutes earlier. I realized I was panting with fear. My heart raced.

“Hi, buddy!” I greeted with a little too much expression. He just looked at me weird holding on to the door knob. I could see his face in my mirror. Til this day, I’m not sure if he got a free shot of my boobs.

“JJ’s dad wants to know if I can go to the Blackhawk’s game with them. Why are you wearing my pajamas?”

JJ was BJ’s best friend. Inseparable were they. I remember JJ’s parents and our parents hung out a lot until Mom died. Then they would stop by once in a while and try to get Dad to go out and have fun. Now that Dad’s sick, we hardly ever see them or JJ.

“Cuz mine are in the wash.”

“Well, can I?”

“I don’t see why not. Knock on Dad’s door and ask him.”

BJ went and did as I asked. I grabbed my favorite leggings, my loose top with the lace ruffles and jetted to the bathroom for a shower.

I heard BJ thank Dad and say bye just before I ran the water. I stripped BJ’s pajamas off of me thinking I’d have to sew his buttons back on.

I looked at my naked body. I wished my breasts were a little bigger but they were definitely more than a handful. My straight, light brown hair was running past the middle of my back. I should probably get it cut, I thought. I spun and looked myself over. Escort Hatay I didn’t get what the boys saw in my butt, though I was accused of having the nicest ass in high school. A little more J Lo would be nice. The thing I liked best about me was my complexion. No zits, thank God, a little pale but that’s only because I don’t get out much. I always kept my pubic hair trimmed nicely in a triangle. It didn’t grow under all that much so I rarely had to shave around my vagina.

I pulled my butt cheeks apart to look closer at my anus. I don’t know why. Just to see if it looked any different since Dad invaded it with his penis, I guess; I’m thin. A hundred pounds on the button. Average height. I wished I was taller. My face? Well, I know my mom was as pretty as can be and everybody always says I look exactly like her but I don’t see it. I mean, gosh, my eyes are brown and her’s were blue.

My nipples started to harden from the cool air. One last look at them in the mirror made me think that maybe they’re my favorite.

I jumped in the tub.

My areoles are a little bigger than a quarter, light brown, a little puffy, and my nipples can stand so tall when provoked.

I made the water just the right temperature.

But the nicest part of all is that they’re perky such that they look up, “haha”, as Maggie puts it. Some look down. Some look up. 🙂

As I let the warm water wash my shame down the drain, I couldn’t help but recall the magnificent stunt Daddy pulled. I knew he was creative but not in that department. It made me think how lucky my mom must have been.

A grin of pleasure became my face as I pushed my tits together with my upper arms. I reached for my clitoris. I must have been engorged because it was out to play. The ramifications of what Daddy put me through must have left me swollen and unfinished. I gathered and lathered and spun myself into a frenzy, shuttering and shivering with my eyes closed, clutching myself into the kind of climax that can only be self induced.

While standing on my tippee toes, I panted quietly letting the spray pelt my breasts. Slipping my two fingers in my pussy as the feeling soared higher and higher.

Dizziness came over me and I had to catch myself on the wall. Wow, is the only thing that filled my head. I turned to rest my back on the side wall and breathed one last breath of satisfaction while I slowly opened my eyes to see Daddy leaning on the wall. His shoulder perched nonchalance, enjoying the show.

My head was too much in a whirl to be startled. I think, even a suspecting serial killer would not have shook me at that moment.

He must have quietly pushed the curtain open to watch me. I was twisted with one knee slightly crossing the other. My one hand pinched in my crotch while the other cusped my breast. All I could do was smile and wait for the sensation to dissipate.

“That was incredible,” he commented. “You’re not embarrassed are you?”

“Not at all,” I answered with a slow blink of my eyes.

His cock was so erect that I could see it through the gap it forced in his robe.

“I could fuck you so good right now.” Then he paused for a second thought. “But I think we should stop for BJ’s sake.”

It’s too bad because I could have really gone for a good fucking right then and there.

“I agree.”

With a smirk, he adjusted his robe to cover his cock, letting me know just how much he wanted it and he left.

I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to stick to that agreement at the time but we did, and it wasn’t all that hard because Daddy had taken a turn for the worse shortly after that.

Now, I sit by his side, waiting for him to take his last breath without a single regret. “I love you, Daddy.”

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Can You Keep a Secret?

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This story is about an experience between two siblings that have always been close and live with their parents while they attend college. The story centers around a hot tub that the siblings often get in together and talk. The events in the story take place as a “crime” of opportunity because the parents are on an extended vacation.

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“Can you keep a secret?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean it. You can’t tell mom and dad.”

“I promise.”

“I have this bathing suit. I don’t know why I bought it. Maybe just cause having it makes me feel sexy, because I would never wear the thing in public. But I thought if it was okay with you I would wear it in the hot tub tonight since it’s just the two of us.”

“So it’s skimpy?”

“Very… I mean really skimpy.”

“Is it a… thong?”

“Yes”

“OK, you can wear it and I promise I won’t tell mom and dad, but you have to promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“I know you’re my sister, but he may not be able to remember so well. ” I pointed at my crotch. “You come out here in a thong and I’m going to get an erection. I won’t be able to help it. I don’t think I’ll be able to help trying to sneak peeks at your ass either. Are you okay with that?”

“You better take a look! I want you to tell me what you think of how I look in it… not that you have to stop looking once you’ve given me your opinion.”

“All right well I’ll go get changed and I’ll get the hot tub uncovered. I’ll see you out there.”

I rushed to my room and changed as quickly as I possibly could. I didn’t want to get out there and have her already under the water where I couldn’t get a good look at her. I was back out to the tub in a flash and got the cover off and the jets started. I got in the water and waited for her to come out.

She stepped out onto the deck with a towel wrapped around her.

“Ooooo… that’s revealing”

“Sorry… it’s a little embarrassing”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to give you a hard time. Why don’t you drop the towel and do a twirl for me so I can tell you what I think.”

She did and I almost couldn’t speak for a bit. Her body was amazing and the bathing suit covered as little as I think one can imagine. There was no doubt in my mind that she had shaven her pubic hair. The suit didn’t cover up enough to allow for any hair hiding under that tiny piece of material. Her ass was small and tight and the way her tits floated you would think that they were full of air.

“Nice! It’s too bad you have to get under the water. I could ‘form my opinion’ of that bathing suit all night.”

“You think I look good in it?”

“You look amazing. The only way you could look any better would be out of it. You better get in the water before I get any harder.”

“Harder?”

“Yeah, the sight of you would give any strait guy an erection.”

“Can I see?”

I didn’t know what to say. Was she asking me to expose myself to her? I was well endowed and wouldn’t have minded. And if I did maybe I would be able to get her to show me something more as well.

“Alright, I guess.”

I stood up and looped my thumbs in my waistband and readied to bare myself.

“Whoa! I didn’t mean bare! I just meant with your shorts on, I thought I would be able to make it out.”

She was right about that. I was hard and the bulge of my cock stood out quite well against the wet shorts clinging to by body.

“Oh… well, then there you go.”

“It’s big.”

“Thanks!” Her eyes lingered on my crotch.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t stare.”

“Don’t worry about it. In that bathing suit I’m going to be checking you out all night.”

We laughed and both set down in the water and chatted for a little while. I realized I had almost forgotten that she was nearly naked underneath the water and so I asked,

“What inspired you to get that suit? I mean, you were lucky to get to wear it even now.”

“Are you having a hard time imagining your turtle neck wearing little sister as a sexual being?” The smile on her face told me that she was just giving me a hard time.

“Yeah, I guess that it is a little different than how I’m used to thinking of you. Though that suit has me thinking sexual thoughts and it’s kind of hot.”

“I’m much more sexual than you think.”

“Have… you… had sex?”

“Ha ha… no I am a virgin. In fact I’ve never even kissed a boy. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want too, or don’t think about it… a lot.”

“Now you’re starting to sound like a guy. Are you going to tell me that you masturbate all the time too?”

“Not all the time, just every night and sometimes Hatay Escort in the shower.”

I sat up. “Really?”

“Oh, you don’t?”

“Well yeah, but everyone just assumes that guys do it.”

“Well girls do it too.” There was a quiet moment.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Were you really going to show me your hard-on earlier or were you just teasing me?” I thought how I wanted to answer that question. I definitely wanted to increase the sexual tension that I was feeling in the air.

“Yeah, I was. I figured if you had the guts to come out here in that bikini I ought to at least show you the result if you wanted.”

“What if I did want to see it?”

I looked her straight in the eyes. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.” Saying the word seemed to take her breath away. I didn’t want the whole situation to get too intense and have her start backing off so I decided to lighten the mood a little.

“OK. But once these shorts come off they aren’t going back on. I’ve always wanted to sit in this tub au naturale. Is that OK?”

“I don’t care if you stay naked.” I wondered if this was just her being curious or if the whole think was as sexual for her as it was for me. I decided to find out.

“Do you want me to take them off or do you want to do it?” I stood up and walked over to her.

She reached out pulled the string on my shorts ’til the knot came undone and then grabbed the shorts on the side and pulled down. The waistband caught on my erection and she had to pull it over the head of my dick and then down. She looked at me for a moment. After a few seconds I said,

“So what do you think?”

She was sitting down and I was standing up. Her face was less than a foot from my cock, giving her a very up close view. She didn’t respond to my question.

“Well?”

She looked up at me. “I have the urge to do something crazy.” My mind reeled with what she might be thinking of.

“Go ahead.”

“You promise you won’t be mad at me? No matter what I do; no matter how crazy it is?”

“I promise.” She looked straight up at me like she was unsure. “I promise,” I repeated

She reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and for a moment I thought that she just wanted to feel me, but she pulled my cock toward her while she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock. But it wasn’t a peck, it was the kiss of someone that had given in to an urge and is going to give in all the way. Her mouth was open and her tongue swirled around the head of my cock while she sucked gently on the tip. Soon she started moving her mouth up and down taking my cock taking it in. She seemed like a woman possessed, moving up and down fast and deep. Her mouth started to hit her hand that was still wrapped around the shaft of my cock and she moved her hands to my hips so that she could control how deep she was taking me in. I watched her and realized that she was trying to take me as deep as she possibly could. I’m about seven and half inches so I didn’t think that there was any way that she could take me all in, but I was definitely appreciating the effort. When she took me the deepest, I could tell that she had me at the very back of her throat and was trying to figure out how to take me in deeper than that. This continued for a few minutes and I could tell that I was getting close to coming. At that moment she must have figured out how to relax her throat because with the next downward movement of her mouth on my cock I felt something loosen at the back her throat and the remaining three inches of my cock disappeared into her mouth. It took her by surprise and she gagged a little, but within a few strokes she was deep throating me with ease, forcing my cock down her throat every time she took me in. I knew I was about to come and I thought it was only fair to warn her.

“I’m going to come.”

She pulled away and looked up at me. “Can you help it? I don’t want to stop yet.”

“Then you’re going to have to take it easy on me. Stop for a minute so I can back off a little.”

“Does stopping mean taking you out of my mouth?”

“It doesn’t have to.”

“Then tell me when to start.”

And with that she placed my cock back in her mouth, but not down her throat, and held very still. It took a few minutes for me to get calmed down enough that I thought I could take it for any amount of time.

“OK, I’m ready.” She took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me.

“Next time don’t warn me, just come. I want to be surprised by it. Is it okay if when you start coming, I stop taking you so deep? I want your come in my mouth.”

“That’s fine.”

Her Hatay Escort Bayan question was almost enough to make me shoot off my load into her face right then. But her mouth was already on me and she was moving faster then she had ever before taking me fast and deep, shoving my cock down her throat with hard plunges down my shaft. I felt my orgasm hit me and then my come shooting out my cock, the first shot going deep down her throat. She stopped deep throating me but kept moving up and down my shaft while I filled her mouth. When I was done coming she held her hand in front of her face and spit my come into her hand. At first I was disappointed, but then licked about half of my load back into her mouth. With her left hand she undid the strap on her bikini top and I only had a second to enjoy my first sight of her bare breasts before she began rubbing my come on them. When she had come all over her breast, she rubbed the rest of it on her face. She then spit the second half of it into her hand and reached out and rubbed it all over my cock. Once my cock was a sticky mess she leaned forward and started sucking me again, mixing the taste of my come with the feeling of my cock in her mouth.

After a couple minutes took her mouth off of my cock and I noticed that my come was still all over my cock. I thought that she hadn’t been able to bring herself to swallow it but then she leaned forward and began to clean the come off of my cock by licking up and down my shaft, swallowing my come as she went. When she was done she leaned backward relaxing and her come covered tits fell below the water’s surface. I sat down too and looked at her face still smeared with my come, and wondered what she was thinking behind her closed eyes. I hardly knew what I was thinking, but my mind way reeling. What had just happened? Even though it had been my first blow job, I had an idea that no one would ever give me one that compared at all. After a few minutes of silence she finally spoke.

“That was the hottest fucking thing that had ever happened to me. My cunt feels like it’s tingling I’m so turned on.” I saw my opportunity.

“I can take care of that for you if you want.”

“What do you mean?” She finally opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Well, you tasted my come; I’d love to see what you taste like.”

“Okay, but that isn’t how I want to come.”

“Oh, no? Did you have something in mind?”

“I want to suck your cock while I touch myself. And when you come, I want you to come right on my clit. I want to be rubbing your come on myself when I climax.”

“It might take me a little longer to come a second time.”

“Then why don’t you start with your taste.”

She got out of the water and sat on the edge of the hot tub. Her breasts were gorgeous, her nipples small and erect. She spread her legs and leaned back. I moved toward her to take off her bikini bottom. I positioned my face between her thighs and reached up to undo the ties on the side of her bikini. As I moved the tiny piece of fabric and revealed the last bit of her that had been left up to my imagination, I felt an incredible urge to stand up and plunge my cock into her virgin pussy. Her cunt was smooth, her lip and clit clearly visible with her legs spread in front of my face. Instead I leaned forward and began to run my tongue up and down her lips, alternatively flicking my tongue across her clit and plunging my tongue inside her. She was right about being turned on, she was literally dripping juice out of her cunt for me to savor and swallow. Eventually I began to concentrate on her clit. I knew that she wanted to come with me shooting my load onto her cunt, but I knew she was amazingly aroused and I wanted to make her come right then. It wasn’t long before she told me to stop, that she was fixing to come. I set my hands on her hips and held my mouth against her, my tongue swirling around the little bump that was sending shiver through her body. She tried to squirm away for a minute and then stopped fighting me. I heard her make a small moan and then she cried out,’

“Oooooohhhhhh….. Fuuuuuuck…. Oooooohhhhh…”

When she stopped moaning, her body relaxed, but she didn’t move. I knew she was enjoying the slow fade of her orgasm, so I reached up and, wrapping my arms around her, pulled her back into the water. I set her in my lap, leaning against my chest, with her head on my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my chest. It was very intimate, but I figured after what we had just done, I wouldn’t seem out of line. I felt her body shake a little, and pulling away slightly to look at her face, I noticed that she was crying. Escort Hatay I was suddenly very afraid that she was regretting what we had done.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“No tell me. I’ll be so sorry that I let this happen if you hate yourself for it.”

“So… you’re not sorry that we did this.”

“No… not unless you are.”

“I’m not sorry. I’m glad it happened. I don’t want it to stop.”

“Then why are you crying.”

“Everything, it felt so wonderful, like nothing I’d ever felt before. But not just that, I was glad that it was you. And when I was coming, I thought of your cock in my mouth, and that I could still taste come in my mouth and feel your tongue pushing against my clit. And it wasn’t just a cock, or just some come, or just a tongue. It was your tongue, and your dick, and, oh god, the taste of YOUR come, and it felt so wonderful and I was so glad that this all happened with you, and I just started crying.”

“So it’s all a good thing?”

“Yes.”

We were both silent for a moment and I just held her against me. The moment was beautiful and I almost felt sorry that my hard cock was pressed against her leg, detracting from the moment. She whispered in my ear.

“I know this seems like a silly request, but can I kiss you?”

“Of course.”

She moved so that she was straddling my lap and then pulled her body next to mine. Her breast pressed against my chest as her cunt pressed up against my cock. Then she tilted her head up at me, put her hand on the back of my head and kissed me. It was not gentle, or subtle. Her mouth was open, the taste of her tongue filling my mouth. It was passionate and devourous. I hardly felt like a participant. She kissed like she sucked cock: wild and hungry. Soon she started to rub herself against my erection, building her arousal. She pulled away from our kiss but never stopped rubbing against me.

“I guess you can tell that I don’t do things half hearted?”

“Yeah.”

“I want something else and I want it like that kiss I just gave you.”

“Okay”

“I want you to be my first.” Even after everything that had just happened, I was shocked.

“You mean… have sex?”

“Yes, but I don’t want you to act like some sensitive guy that wants to be gentle for his girlfriends first time. I want your cock in my cunt the way I wanted it in my mouth: deep and hard and fast. Even if it hurts. That’s what I want. Can you do that, even if you can tell your hurting me, can you give it to me hard as long as I don’t tell you to stop?”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“I might want it gentle other times, but this time, with you, my first… yes, that’s how I want it.”

“How will I know that it’s as hard as you want?”

“Just keep giving it to me harder until it’s as hard as you can or I tell you to ease up.”

“All right.”

“Remember no matter what I say, unless I tell you to go slower, you just keep giving it to me.”

“Okay. How do you want to do this… I mean what position do you want to be in?”

“We can do it anyway you want for the rest of the week, but I want my first time to be from behind. Is that ok? I know it’s your first time too.”

“Considering that you said that we can do it for the rest of the week, I’ll do it anyway that you want.”

She stood up and turning her back to me she leaned forward and put her hands on the edge of the hot tub. I stood up, got behind her, and positioned my cock against her lips.

“Remember, I want it hard, from the first thrust. I want it to feel like my first time, like it’s going to tear me in two if I don’t come.”

I put my hands on her hips so I could pull her toward me while I thrust into her. And with one quick motion I plunged my whole cock into her and immediately back out, pounding her fast and hard. She moaned out as she felt a cock insider her for the first time, but she didn’t tell me to slow down. Her pussy was tight and slick, gripping my cock while at the same time the velvety slickness of it stimulated every nerve in my shaft and head. When she started to move her body in time with my mine I knew she was enjoying it even through the pain and I started to slam my cock into her harder, she moaned with a sound that was filled with both pleasure and pain. I knew at this pace I wasn’t going to last long, but she had made it clear that going easy wasn’t an option. I felt my orgasm coming toward me and as I cried out I shot my come into her, feeling the slickness that it added reducing the friction of my cock moving in and out of her. When I was done coming she pulled away from me and turning around she knelt before me and began to lick up and down my shaft, enjoying the mingled taste of our come.

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This is my first story and I would like to continue it. Please feel free to provide feedback that tells what direction you would like to story to go.

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Camera in the Wall Ch. 02

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Chapter 02 of several. No consummation yet, that comes later, just mutual masturbation.

Please no comments about editing unless you make an offer of help, my thanks to Dave for what he has done to make this work.

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I’m a 45 year old nurse, divorced for nearly six years.

I have two married daughters who have fled the nest and a son of 22 who is very artistic and makes a good living, mostly painting commercial murals. When he is at home he spends much of his time on his computers, some of it designing his artwork but he often stays up to 3am. I was getting a bit worried with all the issues that seem to be around at the moment, such as grooming, but he’s always defensive and agitated whenever I raise it with him. On several occasions I have entered his room without knocking but he always manages to clear the screen before I get far enough into the room to see it.

I got home from work one night and Sammy had rearranged his room to give himself a lot more space. The computer screen was now facing directly away from the door so there was no chance at all of me seeing the screen.

We don’t spend much time together due to my shifts which are mostly graveyard or nights and when we are together, which is usually mealtimes, we don’t have that much small talk.

One day I was talking to some very good friends of mine about it and the husband suggested I secretly put a camera in his room so I can see the screen. Now that was not such a bad idea as I have a very old CCTV system on a VCR in my bedroom and by chance I had only three cameras on there and adding the fourth, which I had laying around, was not hard. The difficulty was where to place the camera where Sammy would not see it. The only place seemed to be on some shelving but the camera was so big, it stuck out like a sore thumb. The solution was really simple in the end. We’d had the heating system replaced and the old pipes which ran at ceiling height were removed leaving two holes into the cupboard beside his bedroom. I managed to position the camera in amongst the junk on the top shelf and be completely invisible.

I went to my room and checked the view, it was very restricted as the walls are made of four by two timber frames, covered both sides with tongue and groove boards and the holes are one and a quarter inches diameter. The view I had was mostly black with the hole in the wall occupying about fifteen percent of the width of the image, the height was even worse. However I could see the screen but it was very small, I even wondered if his head would obscure that.

I went off to do my 6pm to 2am shift. When I returned Sammy’s light was on but there was no sound coming from his room. I debated for a while and eventually barged into his room but as always he’d cleared his screen before the door was fully open. I said goodnight and closed the door, showered and sat on the end of the bed to look at the new camera. I wound the tape back and went through it on fast forward. Initially it looked like he was watching porn but to be honest what I could see was so small it could have been something else. Later there appeared to be text scrolling up the left of the screen and the right side looked pale blue. There was a smaller window open on the right which for most of the time appeared to be dark with a couple of bright spots, near the end it got brighter and I could see some movement, it could have been a webcam. His head obscured parts of the screen to some degree, depending on his position and judging by the way his head and shoulder bobbed around, it was apparent he masturbated twice.

I stuck with the system for several nights and the pattern seemed to be fairly standard, porn first then the text and half blue screen. At some stage the second window would appear.

When I had some time on my hands and Sammy was out at work, I was able to remove the board from the cupboard side of the wall. This allowed the camera to be repositioned and the image was now nearly full screen, but his screen was not any bigger or clearer though. I found a date on the camera ‘April 1982’. It was over 30 years old and I decided I needed to get a better camera or at least a better lens. I found a pair of cameras on eBay which were two years old and fitted with zoom lens too. Within fifteen minutes of finding them, I had won them for under eleven pounds including post.

Much to my surprise they arrived Giresun Escort around 1pm the following day and I wasted no time installing one. The lens allowed me to zoom so his monitor filled about thirty percent of the image and I could clearly read the word Samsung. I started work at 6pm wondering what I would find on the tape when I returned.

I returned home around 2.30am, made coffee, pushed rewind and had a shower. Sitting on the end of the bed I pushed play. Much to my disappointment the camera had moved and I could see the top two thirds of the left side of Sammy’s screen.

He switched his computer on about 8pm and was doing his artwork, social media & emails etc. About 11pm he googled for ‘porn mature woman fuck boy’ and watched a series of videos featuring women between forty and sixty and men between twenty and forty at a guess. I must say I found them to be quite exciting and soon found I had my fingers stuffed up inside my pussy and playing with myself. Most of the videos seemed to depict a woman catching a younger man doing something erotic or naughty like watching porn, spying on others in the act of something or simply masturbating over a magazine or picture of the woman.

Around 1am he went on the Literotica website and clicked on ‘Stories’ then ‘Mature’ and read several stories. They were all about a young man having sex with an older woman and I must confess I was very turned on as I sat there naked playing with my pussy, and gave myself two or three little orgasms. I was very disappointed when he suddenly closed the site and his email inbox was displayed for a couple of minutes at around 2.30am.

I whizzed the tape forward until he again opened the Literotica site and this time he opened ‘Stories’ then ‘Incest/Taboo’ and he also opened another window to the right of the screen, sadly it was only a small corner I could see and had no idea what it was for. Sammy kept getting his head in the way so I could only read small snippets of the story but it was about a divorced woman seducing her son. I was pounding my pussy really hard to that one and struggled to not let out my loud whimpering that I normally do when I cum so hard.

He closed his computer down about 3am then the light went off, I set the VCR to twenty-four hour record and went to sleep at 5am.

The following night was almost a repeat except he googled for ‘tattoo woman fuck’ and watched bits of several videos, then he searched for ‘tattoo mature woman fuck’. After several short videos or videos that he skipped through quickly he found one where a woman of about fifty-five to sixty with tattoos over most of her body and piercings in most of the places that can be pierced entertained three men with some amazing piercings. The video lasted an hour and the four characters did pretty much everything, including double anal with heavily pierced cocks. Initially I was not impressed but by the end I was well into it and had masturbated myself to a number of gorgeous orgasms.

Sammy closed the porn on the computer around 2.30am, about the time I came home and he opened Literotica about ten minutes later, that was when I was in my room winding back the tape and showering. Again the second box was opened but the content was out of my view. Again Sammy was reading ‘Mature stories’, these were all about older women/younger men. Again like the night before, he turned his reading to the Incest/Taboo section and read a number of the stories. Most of them are of course completely far fetched, I mean how many women really want to have sex with someone half their age or less? Even more ridiculous, how many people engage in incestuous sex?

I tried hard to follow the stories he was reading but I struggled because the text was only just legible and he kept being in the way. All the time it was obvious he was masturbating by the way I could see his head and shoulders moving. This made me realise that I was doing the same with several fingers jammed in my pussy. I had several gentle orgasms and right at the end before I watched his computer being shut down I had the massive orgasm, the one that immediately makes me want to fall asleep. I used the toilet and then slept soundly, dreaming of my son masturbating.

It was several days before I was home alone for long enough to reposition the camera. As bad luck would have it, Sammy spent a lot of time away from home after that so there was nothing for me to Giresun Escort Bayan see. However I realised that my fears of Sammy’s safety were unfounded as all he seemed to be doing was looking at porn.

Monday I arrived home from a 4pm to midnight shift, headed for the shower then sat on the end of the bed with a massive glass of wine and wound the tape back about three hours. I watched at eight times speed until I saw the entry in the search box, now running at normal speed I saw: ‘mature mother fucking son’. He watched a number of videos and I could tell he was masturbating by his movements. I was doing the same but I wasn’t sure why I was getting so turned on, whether it was seeing the videos or witnessing him masturbating. He shut the window down around the time I got to my bedroom. Five minutes later he opened Literotica, went straight to Incest/Taboo, selected a story and opened the second window.

“FUCK” was my first reaction, “That little shit!” I said a bit quieter when I realised he probably heard me swear. I was fuming and felt like running to his room to beat the living daylight out of him. The extra box he opened was a camera in my room! I realised immediately from the view of my bed where he had hidden it and I didn’t need to, or even think to look up to the hole in the wall between our rooms where the pipes had been removed.

I saw me return from the shower and sit on the bed but what didn’t show in the view Sammy had was what I was looking at, as I use the same screen for TV, CCTV and my computer. I immediately got a nighty from the drawer and put it on out of the cameras view and returned to watch the tape. I sat there for a few minutes just thinking about what was happening here. It never occurred to me that he would think to use a similar hiding place to spy on me as I had to spy on him. I saw the Literotica story slowly work its way up the screen and me playing with myself two hours before. I must confess it turned me on seeing myself playing with my breasts and nipples, rubbing my pussy and getting several fingers inside. I had several small orgasms which were blatantly obvious and I loved seeing myself in that state. Currently my pussy was dripping but I refused to touch it as I was now acutely aware I was being watched.

I saw me moving away from the bed and return wearing my nighty, ten minutes later Sammy’s computer was shut down. I changed the tape and started it recording, used the toilet and went to bed. My mind was racing around in turmoil wondering what to do about what has been happening and realised he had moved his room around over two weeks ago, probably just to disguise the camera. I drifted into sleep quickly, dreaming of my son watching me playing with myself. In my dream not only did I see my son watching me but I also saw myself putting on a show for him.

The following evening I was very careful in my room to go to the shower and return dressed in a nighty. I changed the tape without checking it and pressed record then got into bed, falling asleep quickly. The following morning I was awake earlier than usual and checking Sammy was out I went in his room to look at his camera. Not only had he put his wardrobe by the camera but he had also placed a cardboard box on top so the hole and cable were completely hidden.

I suddenly decided I wanted some sort of revenge for spying on me and wondered if I could get a view of Sammy through the holes between our rooms as opposed to the hole I was already using the other side of his room from the cupboard. There is only one hole on my side of the wall, the second hole on Sammy’s side was much higher and went into the loft space above my room. From the loft I looked through the ‘spare’ hole, the view was badly obstructed by the box on top of the wardrobe but I balanced the second camera in place and plugged it into the CCTV recorder in place of one of the outside cameras. I moved the cardboard box very slightly, maybe only a quarter inch, further back on the wardrobe which just improved the view without revealing his hidden camera.

When I got home that night I went straight to my room with a glass of wine and sat on the bed still clothed in my hospital uniform. I checked my ‘live feed’ and saw Sammy had social media and email on his screen. I wound the tape back two hours and found him masturbating to the video of the heavily tattooed woman with three men. I had two views of Sammy now, Escort Giresun the original of his screen and the second camera included the back of his computer screen, Sammy and most of his bed. The camera was about forty-five degrees off to one side of Sammy so my view of him was halfway between profile and head on but his desk obscured him between waist and knees.

I found myself getting very horny and desperately wanting to play, so I went to my bathroom and stripped, sat on the toilet and played with my nipples and pussy for a massive orgasm, one of those that just keeps going on and on. From where I was sitting I could still see Sammy gently playing with himself. As I was coming down from my orgasm Sammy pushed his chair backwards so I could now see his genital region, his penis was fully erect and standing upright. I thought I saw something in his hand and quickly came back to the bed to get a closer look, completely forgetting I was naked and in full view. Sammy had a massive ring in the end of his cock, it looked huge, like two inches across and a quarter inch thick and as he was masturbating his cock the ring was being thrown around doing a merry dance. My nipples instantly got very hard and I played with them gently pinching and rolling them. My pussy was getting very wet again but I was enjoying playing with my nipples too much to move away from them. I had another orgasm and realised my pussy was dripping on the floor.

When I calmed down I went to the bathroom and dried my pussy, put my robe on and got a cloth to clean the puddle on the floor.

In my work I have seen many people with body piercings and I know many of my colleagues have them, in fact it is very common for a member of staff to be pierced once all the patients are asleep on a ward as all the materials are readily available. I have often wondered what they feel like and the reports from those people I know are generally very positive. Several months ago I had arranged for a nurse to pierce my nipples but our shifts and workloads have so far not allowed it to happen. One of my nurse colleagues in particular raves about what her husbands Prince Albert feels like during sex and here I am watching one being played with in the room next door.

After Sammy’s orgasm I continued watching on visual search, as always he closed down the porn when I was moving about in the hallway then he opened the camera window when he thought I was settled in my room for the night. I saw him watch me playing with my nipples then wash the floor in my robe, after a while he closed the computer down and we went to bed.

Fully dressed or in my robe I watched the tape for the next few nights and found I was getting very horny. My previous thoughts about sex with a younger partner started changing and I found myself fantasising about sex with my son, especially his pierced penis. He had his routines which were basically watching porn and masturbating then reading the stories with my bedroom in view while masturbating again, this time much slower. He either moved his chair back or laid on his back on the bed for his orgasm, the only pattern I could see there being he usually only laid on the bed when he was naked to cum on his stomach and chest.

Without saying who I was talking about I got talking to my friend about Sammy’s Prince Albert at work one night and the subject of nipple piercings came up again. She undid her top and lifted her breasts out of her bra to show me hers. There and then I was so tempted to get mine pierced.

For a couple of months or so I continued watching Sammy and got more comfortable with him watching me, to the point where I was actually putting on little shows for him and watching him live while I was doing it. I learnt I could tease him by taking him close to orgasm then curl up in a ball and he would go soft. I’d then lay on my back with my legs wide open and massage my breasts for an orgasm and he would immediately get hard again and orgasm for me, but for some reason I made sure he didn’t see my breasts. I started talking and realised he was straining to listen and smiled a couple of times so I raised my voice a little and asked him if he liked what I was doing, he nodded and smiled a lot so I continued.

I assumed he must have realised what was happening as our relationship changed a little and more conversation was taking place at meal times etc. We even watched some TV together and started talking again, there was even a tiny bit of flirting. One of my favourites was when we were watching a scary film, I backed up to Sammy and pulled his arm over me for a cuddle, his hand landed on my breast and he kept it there and even squeezed me a few times when a scary bit happened…

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Cabin Fever

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Ann Arbor is a wonderful place to live. It does have long winters but the short springs, summers, and autumns are delightful. It’s the home to the University of Michigan, a top ten university that I graduated from two years ago. The university also spawns a large number of intellectual institutions such art museums, natural history museums, concert halls and theaters.

I live in a one room, studio apartment near the city center. It’s small, but usually enough for me. I free lance as a graphic artist and web designer. I have enough work to pay the bills and squirrel enough away to hopefully buy a place of my own for cash in a couple of years.

Whenever I feel that I need some space, I go to my parent’s house. Its about twenty minutes away and they have more space than they need since I graduated and my older sister got married three years ago. Everything I need is on my laptop and as long as I have an internet connection I can communicate with my clients and get the assignments done.

My sister, Evelyn, and her husband live near Lansing. Roger is a manager in an Amazon Hub Locker near Lansing and Evelyn works part time at the local library.

As much as mom and dad, that’s Georgia and Ralph to their friends, like Ann Arbor they like to get away and “go native” sometimes as dad refers to it. His description over states the reality. Dad would be shocked at what “going native” means to most people today. They own a two bedroom, log cabin near Marquette in the Upper Peninsula. They go there on long weekends and we, mom, dad, Evelyn, Roger and me, Adam, generally gather there for a week or more twice a year. During the winter, we snowshoe, cross-country ski, ice fish and sit around the large, native stone fireplace to keep warm.

In the summer, we swim in the nearby lake, fish, hike and sit around the bonfire in the evening to drink iced tea. We’ve never “gone native” to my knowledge, at least not while my sister or I have been present.

This year we had some problems coordinating our schedules so our annual winter excursion to the cabin had been delayed. We were still trying to find an appropriate date as March approached. We were still uncoordinated when our Governor dropped the State of Emergency declaration on Tuesday, March tenth.

Dad is a news junkie and he divined that things were going to get worse before they got better and if we were going to get to the cabin it had to be soon. Mom and dad decided to head north on Saturday for a week. Dad calculated that they’d be back before the worse happened. They phoned me and told me about their plans and they also told Evelyn and Roger. If we wanted to join them we were welcome and if not, that was okay too.

It was an easy decision for me. Work was slow at the moment and all I needed was my laptop and a week’s worth of clothing and I was set. The cabin had a satellite internet link so I could even work it I had to.

Evelyn and Roger had a more difficult time getting free, but by Thursday, Roger had arranged for time off and Evelyn just told folks she was unavailable for the next two weeks.

The plan came together quickly. I planned to drive up to the cabin with a load of food and other necessities on Friday and get the cabin aired out and ready for the rest of the family to arrive on Saturday.

I left very early Friday morning. The drive was between six and a half and eight hours, depending on traffic and the number of stops for gas other necessities. The trip was fairly scenic especially over the Mackinac Bridge connecting lower Michigan to upper Michigan. I managed the trip in less than seven hours and arrived at the cabin by a little after noon. There was snow on the ground everywhere but there were signs of it slowly melting in the mid thirties daily temperatures. The last five hundred yards from the paved two-lane road to the cabin was unpaved but still mostly frozen making the trip less difficult than I anticipated.

The cabin was in pretty good condition. I turned on the electricity, opened windows to air it out and brought in the week’s worth of food from the car and stored it appropriately. I brought in the bed clothing and made the beds in the two bedrooms. Mom and dad would sleep in one bedroom, Evie and Roger in the other. I would sleep on the oversized leather sofa in front of the also oversized fireplace.

Outside, I knocked the frozen snow off the woodpile and brought in enough wood for the fireplace to last several days. I was done with the immediate tasks by four and, after closing the windows and starting a nice fire in the fireplace, I settled down to get the wifi network up and running and confirming we still had satellite internet service and television. We didn’t have cell phone service so I sent mom and dad a brief “alls well” email and set up wifi calling on my cell phone so I would have voice communications.

With everything set up and working, I made a sandwich for dinner and settled in to read in front of the fire.

I fell asleep on the sofa and woke up as the sun was rising over Giresun Escort the lake and streaming through the bare trees. I ate a lingering breakfast while continuing to read and settled in to wait for the rest of the crew to arrive.

Mom and dad arrived mid afternoon and Evie and Roger about an hour later. After checking everything out and moving into their respective bedrooms, we took a walk down to the lake. It was peaceful and very quiet. You could hear the birdcalls over the frozen water and the sounds of ice falling off the trees as it melted and lost purchase.

The week together went exactly as expected. We had nothing to do except kick back and relax. I kept in touch with my email but I found nothing pressing that couldn’t wait. We walked every day, sometimes twice a day. Monday, dad dragged Roger and me out on the lake with his shed, to drill a hole in the ice and fish. We were moderately successful and we had fish for dinner that night. Our success encouraged dad enough that he dragged us out again on Thursday but without a single nibble.

On Friday afternoon, mom and dad made preparations to leave the next day. Evie and Roger had planned to stay for two weeks and I had no plans so I thought I’d stay with them. Mom and dad left Saturday morning and Roger and Evie went out to the general store to replenish our food supply for the next week. They returned with a case of beer as well as food. The beer was welcome as dad didn’t believe beer and nature mixed and hadn’t brought any. Their leaving also meant that I had a bedroom to sleep in instead of the sofa.

The weekend went well, especially with the addition of beer. The three of us sat outside Saturday and Sunday afternoon sipping cold beer and inside both evenings with more beer. We laughed as we reminisced about times past and related oft repeated stories about the foibles of the family and our friends. It promised to be a fun week without the “old folks” around to dampen our fun.

Things changed Monday morning. Roger got an email that required his immediate attention. I set up his phone over wifi so he could talk directly with his office. He couldn’t resolve the issue over the phone and announced he needed to leave immediately to address the problem in person. It seemed his job was considered essential by the government and he had to be at work every day during the emergency.

We discussed the situation and Evie decided to stay behind and help me close up the cabin and come back with me early in the week. I’d drive her home with their stuff and then continue to mom and dad’s to unload the rest before I headed home. Roger agreed although I think he had misgivings and left within a half hour. Evie talked with him that evening. She told him she missed him and he told her he had resolved everything at work and could come back up in the next day. She discussed it with him and told him we, Evie and I, were planning on leaving Tuesday or Wednesday and his trip seemed excessive for the potential benefit. Roger agreed to wait until Evie got home to see her.

Later that evening, Evie and I sat on the sofa in front of the fire. We sipped our beers and mused about our lives. At one point, Evie said, “Adam, this is really nice.”

“It is isn’t it?” I asked.

“It is. It’s been years since we’ve had time with just the two of us and we’ve never been alone together up here in the cabin.”

“True. Do you miss it?”

“I do. We were always close as kids and I often think about it and how much I miss your wit and sarcasm.”

“I think that’s a complement,” I offered.

“It is. I’m glad we’re here, alone, now. It brings back memories of our time together and I really like it.”

I slouched back and rested my head on the back of the sofa. Evie did the same. Evie held my hand and we sat silently on the sofa watching the flickering fire and lost in our own thoughts. Occasionally, Evie would squeeze my hand, bounce our hands on the leather sofa seat or rub my palm with her fingers.

Well into the evening and long past our usual bed times, Evie looked at me and said, “I hate to let you go but I’m really tired and I have to sleep. We stood, Evie squeezed my hand once more, kissed me on my cheek and headed for her bedroom. I tended the fire and headed for the other bedroom.

I woke the next morning, pulled on a pair of jeans and a denim shirt and headed for the kitchen. Evie was already awake and preparing breakfast. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I thought I was going to have to wake you up.”

“Good morning to you too. We don’t have much to do before we leave so I slept in. You know, lingering before we have to leave this wonderful place.”

“I do know and I agree with you but leave we must although I’d like to find a way to get back here with just you in the future.”

“Hold that thought. Something will come up and we’ll find a way.”

We sat at the table and ate our breakfast. We pushed the dishes aside and sat facing each other, holding our mugs of coffee and lost in our own Giresun Escort Bayan thoughts again.

“Adam,” Evie said, “Thank you for last night.”

“You’re welcome but I’m not sure what I did.”

“That’s the point. You didn’t do anything. You just gave me space. Time with myself that I rarely get anymore with my work, volunteer groups and Roger. You were there without imposing yourself on me. I was a wonderful evening and I really appreciate it.”

“Roger?” I asked.

“I know Roger loves me and I think I love him, but he worries about me all the time and is constantly asking if I’m okay and checking up on me to see for himself. Sometimes I need times like last night and I rarely get them.”

“Glad to be of service. Maybe we can find some way for you spend time at my place. I’ll leave you alone for a long as you need. Meanwhile, duty calls. We have to get out of here soon.”

I got up from the table, gathered our plates and took them to the sink to wash. Evie came up behind me, put her arms around me, he head on my back and said, “You’re the best brother a girl could have.”

I turned around, kissed her on the forehead and said, “Sis, you’re the best sister I can imagine.”

We worked together getting things in order for us to leave. When I opened the cabin door, preparing to load the car, the sky looked threatening and the wind was blowing fiercely. “Things don’t look promising out there,” I said and I turned on the television for a weather report.

The news reported a severe ice and windstorm was approaching and they strongly suggested no one attempt to drive for the next twenty-four hours. That prompted a call home. I explained to dad weather issues. He suggested that we postpone leaving for a day until the storm blew over and then reevaluate driving home. Evie called Roger to explain the storm problem and he grudgingly agreed, expressing his worry for her safety. She told him she loved him and missed him and would be home as soon as possible.

The storm hit soon after as fierce as any I could remember. Evie evaluated the situation and told me she believed we were stuck her for at least another two days opining that, even after the storm, the dirt road to the highway would be impassable until it dried for a day or longer. The problem, she said, was a lack of clean clothing. We had nothing to do except listen to the storm so she decided, with a determination that only women had, to do the laundry.

Laundry was a manual job. She used the only sink, filled it with soapy water and while I gathered the laundry from the bedrooms, she washed each piece by hand and put it on the table. When she got to the last available piece, she looked at me and said, “Look, I think we should do all the laundry,” and she began to take off her shirt.

I stood nearby and watched astounded. Before she removed her shirt, she turned to me and asked, “Do you have a problem?”

I did but I didn’t know how to put it in words. She removed her shirt, put it in the sink and added her jeans. She looked at me, frozen in place. “Give me you shirt and jeans, “she ordered.

She studied me for a second and followed up with, “Wait. Did you think I was going further?”

I forced myself to answer her. “I didn’t know.”

“Were you hopeful?” she laughed.

“I don’t know,” I repeated.

“This is as far as I go brother,” she said, “and it’s as far as you go. Give me your shirt and jeans.”

I did and stood aside watching my sister in her bra and panties washing the remainder of our clothing. She drained the sink, refilled it and began to rinse the clothing in clean water. We needed to hand the clothing up to dry and outside was out of the question. I rooted around in the closets and found a length of rope long enough for the job. I stretched the rope across the living room several times and it was soon filled with wet clothing.

The storm strengthened and the wind cooled the cabin in spite of the fire. I added wood to the fire and Evie got blankets from the bedrooms for us to keep warm while our clothing dried. We managed a simple supper and then curled up on the sofa in front of the fire like the previous evening. “You have no idea how tired I am,” Evie told me.

We sat close together, holding hands, with the blankets covering both of us. Our conversation was minimal as we sat in each other’s space watching the fire and listening to it crackle. I think Evie drifted off to sleep. Once, when the wind intensified and the shutters rattled in response, Evie curled up tighter to me, put her head on my shoulder and her arm across my stomach. My arm left arm was across her shoulders under the blanket and hanging down in front of her, just inches from her bra-covered breast.

We cuddled like that for some time before I tried to slouch down again to put my head on the back of the sofa. Evie moved with me and her hand slid down to my crotch and my hand landed on her breast. I cupped her breast in my hand and then didn’t move, not even a finger. Escort Giresun I waited to discover her reaction to my holding her breast in my hand.

Evie turned in my lap until she was on her back looking up at me. “Adam,” she asked, “do you like holding my breast?”

“Evie, I didn’t mean to, it just happened. I hope I didn’t upset you.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Did you enjoy it?”

“I know you’re my sister, but, yes, I liked holding your breast. I liked it very much,” I confessed.

She smiled and twisted around until we were in our original positions. “I like this very much too,” she said as she squeezed my semi erect penis through my boxer shorts. My hand returned to her breast and I squeezed it in response. She giggled and cuddled closer.

Evie fell asleep in my arms with me holding her breast and she holding my penis. She seemed more than just comfortable or content. Everything seemed perfect, even proper in spite of her being my sister.

I wondered just how far I could take our current situation. Very gently and very slowly, I moved her slightly away from my body trying to not wake her up. I reached over her with my right arm and used my fingers to unhook her bra. I moved the bra across her back and off her shoulder until it hung in front of us. I couldn’t go further since it was pinned between our bodies. I relaxed with her back in place and my hand now on her bare breast.

I hefted her breast in my hand. It felt larger than it looked in her bra, about the size of a softball and slightly heavier. The feel of her warm naked breast in my hand was too much to resist and I began to massage her breast and run my fingers over her nipple that was noticeably more erect. When she moaned softly, I froze in fear that she would wake up and react angrily. Instead, she cuddled closer and stroked my burgeoning erection before squeezing it again. Her actions spurred my confidence and I intensified my efforts with her breast.

A short while later, Evie moved her head to look more directly at me. “I need to pee. Let me go and I’ll be right back. She crawled out of the blankets and tiptoed quickly to the bathroom. Her bra dropped on the floor next to the sofa. She was back just as quickly. I noticed two things about her as she stood in front of me preparing to get back under the blankets. Her nipples were erect and she wasn’t wearing panties.

She noticed me staring and said, “My panties were wet so I left them in the bathroom. Is that okay?”

She didn’t wait for an answer before she was under the covers again, cuddled up. She placed my hand on her breast again and her hand on my erection. “Nice,” she commented.

She put her hand on the waist of my boxers and asked, “Can you help me get these off?”

Asked and answered. Seconds later my boxers were on the floor around my ankles, her hand was slowly stroking my naked erection and she was asleep. I fell asleep with the storm raging around us, the fire warming us under the blankets and thoughts of how perfect it felt to be cuddled up to my sister naked.

I woke in the wee hours of the morning. It was still dark and the storm seemed to have abated a little. Evie felt my movement and said, “I think we need to go to bed now.”

She sat on the sofa, holding the blankets while I tended the fire. She handed me my blanket and we started for the bedrooms. When I turned toward my room, she took my hand. “Stay with me tonight,” she said.

We crawled into her bed and arranged the covers. She spooned against me with my arm over her body. She fell asleep almost instantly but not before she put my hand on her breast and held it there. I fell asleep, content with holding her breast.

I woke in the morning with Evie alongside of me. She was awake, facing me with her head on her arm. The blankets were draped over her waist and her round breasts with their light brown nipples were just inches from my face. “I’m up here,” she said as she lifted my chin with her hand so I could look her in the eyes.

I couldn’t tell if she was angry or just confused. “Can you explain to me what we’re doing in my bed, naked?” she asked.

The only was she could know if I was naked was if she already knew the answer to her question or she had looked while I was asleep. Assuming her question was based on her confusion over our condition, I chose to be truthful. “Evie,” I said, “We were on the sofa under the covers all snuggled up. Remember, we were in our underwear since you had insisted on doing all the laundry.”

“I remember. How did we get naked?”

“We were very tired and the snuggling in front of the fire had a calming effect on us. At one point you left to pee and came back without your panties. You told me they were wet and you abandoned them before you crawled under the covers again with me.”

“And my bra? What happened to my bra?”

“It fell off when you stood up.”

“It fell off? In my experience, bras don’t just fall off. The usually have help.”

“Evie, I admit to assisting in you losing your bra. I was holding you and your breast through your bra, with your permission, and I got carried away. I unhooked your bra so I could hold your breast naked. It was not something a brother should do to his sister but in that moment I wasn’t thinking about our relationship.”

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Bus Trip Like No Other Ch. 02

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It’s been two weeks since my family reunion. God was that an eye opener. I just finished my last shift at the hospital for two whole weeks of blood free bliss. I was looking forward to the break. I was intending to go to Italy with my roommate but I pulled out after my Uncle Steve asked me to spend the two weeks in his villa in France to give me a chance to meet my 18 year old twin cousins John and James.

It was the night before my flight I was so nervous I couldn’t eat a thing. I wasn’t nervous about meeting my cousins. I just wondered if my uncle Steve and I would have any alone time. God, I missed that cock. My roommate had already left for Italy so I was home alone. I drew a nice hot bath, while that was running I started packing my suitcase. I stripped off and was just stepping into the bath when my buzzer went.

I thought. Who the fuck is that at this hour. I was alone, so I just ran through the flat naked, pressed the intercom and said, “who the fuck is it?”

A voice I hadn’t heard in two weeks answered “It’s me princess, your Dad.”

My stomach flipped. I let him in and left the door open. I ran round tidying the place up. He’d never been to my flat before. I was bent over the coffee table. Moving my plate and empty mug. He came over and rubbed his big strong hands over my ass.

“That’s what I like to see,” he giggled.

I looked round “Oh! Sorry Dad, let me put some clothes,” but before I could finish my sentence he was kissing down my neck towards my nipples.

My pussy was getting wetter with every lick. I pushed his head further down towards my moist hole. I needed eating out badly. Good job I waxed me kitty yesterday. He teased my navel darting his tongue in and out. I moved up the table and begged for him to eat me.

“Please daddy, eat my juicy pussy good. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before”

His tongue finding the folds of my cunt, licking up and down tasting the sweet juice of his eldest daughter. My dad wiggled inside me I thought I was going to die. I’d never been eating out by someone so sexy. His big bright blue eyes transfixed on mine. As the first orgasm passed through me I threw my head back, my hips jumping up to meet his every stroke. Finally, after what felt like an explosion, my orgasm ended.

I was like jelly and I couldn’t stand. I saw the massive bulge in his pants. As if he had read my mind he walked towards my head and Gümüşhane Escort in one quick stroke shoved his large organ down my waiting and willing throat. I gagged as his organ quickly grew, Once I was used to the size, it went down my throat with ease. I sucked him hard and fast licking the shaft, while playing with his nicely shaven balls.

Within a few minutes he put all his seed down my throat. I was now drinking the same stuff that made me. God, it felt amazing.

We cuddled on the sofa to rest. I asked him why he came and he said.”I knew you were leaving tomorrow and I don’t think I could have waited another two weeks to get deep inside you.”

I smiled and snuggled in his chest. We fell asleep like that.

When we woke it was about half five. I had to catch my plane at eight. I phoned the airport to see if there was a later flight I could get on. Luckily for me there was. Dad was lying all naked and hard I decided to wake him up in a very special way. I wrapped my legs round his neck and put my head between his legs. Before I could even touch his dick I felt his warm lips sucking at my clit

I giggled “good morning, Dad.”

He took his lips off me and answered “With a wake up like this it’s definitely a good morning!”

He continued his assault on my pussy while I started nibbling the head of his nine inch cock. God it looks so tasty. I was moaning loud and wiggling under his experienced tongue. I had most of his cock down my mouth when the phone rang. I reluctantly took my mouth of the juicy pole and answered the phone.

“Hello!”

“Susan its Uncle Steve, you all set for your flight”

Trying not moan, I told him I was running late and was getting the later flight and hoped to arrive by tonight. He asked if I was ok and I mumbled “Yes,” fighting back a scream of pleasure. When out of the blue my Dad shouted,

“Oi Steve mate, she’ll be with you when I’m done.”

Steve laughed “let out the scream I know you’re holding it in” When I did I heard Steven let out a moan of his own. “I’ll see you tonight.” I said as I hung up the phone. Dad had flipped me over now and had his cock buried to the hilt in my dripping pussy.

Each stroke sent my body flying up to meet him. He started licking my nipples taking one at time the he nibbled them that sent me right over the edge. Dad held my hips and screamed he was cumming. I was cumming too but couldn’t speak as the orgasm flowed through my body like a lightning Gümüşhane Escort Bayan bolt. Dad fell on top of me. As we were catching our breath, Dad’s softening cock was slipping out my warm wet hole. Dad picked me up and carried me towards the bathroom.

“Think we need to clean you up for your trip?” he whispered in my ears

I giggled, I forgot I had drawn a bath and now it was stone cold. Dad emptied the bath of all the water and then he turned on the shower we stood close as he ran the shower head over my body. He washed me all over.

“Haven’t done this since you were a baby,” he laughed

I just moaned enjoying the sensation of the water on my skin.

When we were dry and dressed, Dad offered to drive me to the airport. To thank him, I gave him a nice long blow job on the drive there. When we got to the airport and I had checked in just in time, my flight was being called. I turned to Dad and gave him a big long passionate kiss. I still had cum on my tongue.

He laughed and said “I taste good, don’t I.”

I looked at him and replied “See you in two weeks, Dad.”

I got a funny look for an old biddy across the room.

“What” I said in a sarcastic manner “He’s my sugar daddy.” With that, I boarded my plane.

I sat next to a very sexy guy. I say he was bout ten years younger than me, so would make him twenty, twenty one. I smiled at him and then turned to look out the window. I put my headphones in and thought I’d catch some zeds as I didn’t get much sleep the night before. I was just dozing off when someone poked my arm; I opened my eyes to see it was my neighbour, the hunk. I took off my headphones and asked

“What’s up?”

“I noticed you were drifting of and wondered if you want to use my pillow”

I was shocked to say the least. But said “It’s ok.”

I drifted off but, only managed to get about half an hour sleep. I was so excited to meet the family I never knew.

When I stood up I noticed my skirt had rode up quite a bit and being in a rush I forgot to put panties on but then again I hardly wore them. My bare ass was exposed to the poor lad next to me.

I sorted myself and squeezed past him to go to the toilet. I could have sworn I heard him take a big sniff as I went past. I got to the toilet, sorted my makeup and brushed my hair. God, I looked awful. To look at me you would have thought I had done three double shifts in the emergency room.

When I came out Escort Gümüşhane the toilet the hunk was there. He had amazing blue eyes like my dad and Uncle Steve. That strong jaw, that looked as if he could eat a pussy for hours. Hi lips were full and luscious. I could kiss him all day.

“Hi my names Dan” he said as he shook my now trembling hand.

“Susan” I replied “sorry I didn’t introduce myself before.”

As he squeezed passed me I could feel something hard press against my thigh. I couldn’t help but moan and he asked if I was okay. I blushed and nodded and ran to my seat. When he came back I noticed he still had a raging hardon. I couldn’t look away. I was glued to his groin.

He laughed and asked if I liked what I saw. I blushed and nodded. He sat down and put his jacket over his lap. I was looking out the window over the English Channel when I felt him take my hand. I looked round as he was guiding my hand to his now open fly. I was stunned but I was loving it. He was huge, about 8 inches of uncut meat. I started stroking it slowly; he kissed me, and then worked his hands up my thighs.

I was in utter ecstasy. He pulled the jacket over both our laps. His fingers now found my little bud and he was working it hard. I was close as he was when the seatbelt sign flashed we were landing. We sorted ourselves and he kissed me as we landed.

He whispered “We have to meet up and finish this sometime. You’re so hot.”

I giggled as I gave him my number. When we left the plane we headed to the baggage claim to collect our suitcases.

I got mine first and waved him goodbye. I headed to meet Steven. As soon as I saw him I dropped my case and ran straight for him, giving him the biggest cuddle ever. He put me down and I noticed the cute guy next to him.

Steve introduced him as my cousin John he was as cute as his dad. I asked were James was he told me he was in London on business and was meeting us here.

“Here he is now”” Steve said

I turned round and saw a couple of guys coming through the gate, including Dan. He looked so hot. I waved and smiled. He had a puzzled look on his face. He started walking over when he was about three foot away; Stave said “this is James, John’s twin brother.”

I fainted as I came round to see three sexy faces were hovering above me. Steve helped me up. I looked at James I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment I tried to run to the bathroom but Uncle Steve stopped me.

“Why did you lie about your name?”

“I didn’t,” he replied.” Dan’s my middle name. I use it when I’m on business because there’s two James Dolton’s in our company.”

I looked at Steve he said “it’s ok. James has explained everything. You really don’t have to worry babe.”

I laughed nervously.

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I opened my eyes slowly, faintly aware of the aggressive bangs that were echoing around our house.

Jesse was still underneath me, so I pressed my lips tenderly against his jaw. We were wrapped in each other, his legs still locked firmly around me. He opened his eyes slowly.

“What’s that?” He asked, groggy. I rested my head in the crook of his neck.

“Mm, no idea. Maybe they’re doing something next door.” I said, before beginning to suck on his neck. He moaned softly beneath me, his fingers tangled in my hair.

The banging stopped. I continued sucking on my brother’s neck, grinding my hips against his. I was so ready for round two.

My cell started ringing, and I groaned and pulled away from Jesse, cursing under my breath. I sat upright, between Jesse’s legs and reached for my phone, flipping it open with an exaggerated sigh.

“Hello?” I said dully.

“Son! Where are you? I’m outside, let me in.”

I think in that instant I was paler than Jesse. My blood froze in my veins.

“Be right there.” It was a whisper. I turned my phone off.

“Who was it?” Jesse asked, sitting up, placing his hands on my shoulders, rubbing my arms tenderly. I looked into his green eyes.

“Dad.”

We just looked at each other, not moving. And then, in unison, both of us scrambled off the bed. I began pulling on whatever clothes were nearest to my bed, and so did Jesse.

“No, Jess, go shower. Seriously, right now.” I told him, before running down the stairs. Jesse would blow our cover. Especially with my cum still in his ass.

I threw open the door, breathless.

“Hi Dad.” I said, offering a small smile.

“What the hell were you doing? Couldn’t you hear me knocking?” He asked, walking past me, into the living room. I sighed deeply, shutting the door behind him.

He’s scary. When he’s mad, he’s terrifying. He’s a university professor and he looks like one. If the harsh, judgemental eyes didn’t tip you off, the pointed chin, glasses and boring grey suits would.

I talk a pretty big game about standing up to him, but there’s no way I’m letting him find out about Jesse and I. He would, in all seriousness, probably have us locked up in jail.

“Sorry Dad, I was sleeping. I was up late last night.” I said quickly. He raised his eyebrows at me.

“Doing what?”

“I was with a girl.”

“What’s her name?”

“Jennifer.”

We were firing off questions and answers like bullets from an automatic. I knew that telling him I’d been with a girl would get me some points, I just hoped Jesse could do the same. My father was always more critical of him.

When I had answered enough of his questions he settled onto the sofa with his suitcase and I headed to the kitchen to make him a coffee. He didn’t ask for one, and I didn’t offer. It was just routine.

“So, Dad, why the surprise visit?” I asked cautiously, handing him the warm drink.

“I came to make sure you boys were doing alright. Well, more your brother than you. I’m worried about what he’s turned into without my influence. Also, Marcus called me, wanted to get together. Good timing, I guess. ” He said, sipping his coffee. I gritted my teeth. Marcus Richards is my English Literature teacher. So, my father couldn’t only fuck up my romantic life, he had to Giresun Escort fuck up my academic life too. Great.

“How long do you plan on staying?”

“A week or so. We’ll see. Where is your brother?”

A week? A week? Oh god, shoot me now. There’s no way I could handle a week of his crap. There’s no way Jesse could handle more than a day or two.

“He’s in the shower. You know, he has a girlfriend?”

***

The rest of the day had carried on with much of the same. Jesse had crept downstairs a little while after our father had arrived. He wore a button-up collared shirt, cleverly hiding the bite I’d given him.

I was impressed with Jesse. He’d managed to keep up the straight charade for the entire day. And we’d managed not to touch each other at all, which, for me at least, was really, really hard. I mean, we hardly even looked at each other if Dad was in the room. I hated the fact that I’d have to sleep alone.

Jesse had given up his room for our father, opting to sleep on the couch. I didn’t like it, but there was no way I could let Dad sleep in my room without changing the sheets. So, reluctantly, I said goodnight to Jesse under the watchful eyes of my father, and climbed the stairs to my bed.

Even though it wasn’t past ten, I fell asleep quickly.

I don’t know what time it was when I was woken by a warm hand pressed against my mouth.

I groaned and sat up, pushing the hand away.

“What the hell?”

“Sssh!” The hand clamped down on my mouth again. “Dad will hear us.” My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.

“Jesse?” I asked quietly.

“Duh.” He said, before his lips crashed against mine. I moaned softly against his lips, tangling my fingers into his hair and pulling him closer to me. My hands travelled up his arms, onto his shoulders, and I pulled him onto me. He straddled my waist, resting his hands against my naked chest.

“What brought this on?” I asked, stroking the back of his hand gently. Jesse shrugged.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He said, pecking my lips. His mouth moved to my cheek, and then to my jaw, kissing and nibbling my skin.

“You can sleep in here tonight. I’ll set the alarm so we get up before Dad.” I murmured, tilting my head back. Jesse’s lips trailed down my neck, his hands rubbed my chest. My cock began to stiffen.

“We’re only going to sleep?” He asked, kissing my earlobe.

“Yes, Jesse.” I responded. Jesse sat upright and looked down at me, with his eyebrows raised.

“Really?” He asked, surprised.

“Yes. Look, Dad’s right in the next room. What if he hears us?” I asked, squeezing his shoulder. He jutted his bottom lip out.

“I’ll be quiet. I can be quiet, you know.” He said, trying to persuade me.

“You could’ve fooled me.” I said with a smirk. Jesse smirked back, and rubbed my chest slowly, his fingers twirling in my chest hair. His fingertips grazed my nipples, sending shivers down my spine.

“Are you sure you just want to sleep?” Jess murmured. I sat up, resting against the headboard. Jesse sat on my thighs, his knees on either side of me.

“I didn’t say that was what I wanted to do.” I replied, pulling his face to mine. I explored his hair, my fingers gliding smoothly through the light blond locks. His arms wrapped around my neck, Giresun Escort Bayan hugging me to him. His thighs moved slowly against mine, as he grinded against me. His lips moved down my neck, sucking the skin tenderly.

I needed him. I needed this. All the frustration from the day with our father had gotten to me. I needed a release, and Jesse did too.

“Fuck it.” I murmured, crashing my lips against his once more. He moaned softly, his arms tightening around me. My lips moved down to his neck. I could feel his blood pulsing swiftly through his veins as I kissed and bit his neck. My hands travelled along his body, down his back, on his thighs, feeling every inch of his soft, warm skin.

“Michael.” He purred, whimpering as I began sucking the skin of his bare chest. It’d leave a mark, but he could cover it. He rocked his hips against mine, our cocks rubbing together deliciously.

“Jesus Jess.” I breathed, before pressing a few quick pecks to his now tender skin. I squeezed his ass cheeks in my hand, my cock stiffened further. God, I wanted him, needed him. Now.

I slipped my fingers under the thin waistband of his boxers, sliding them down his thighs. He lifted his knees off the bed, and pulled them off the rest of the way, kicking them carelessly to the floor. I grabbed his ass again, squeezing them, rolling them in my hands.

“I want you Jesse.” I mumbled into his skin, kissing his collarbone. Jesse moved his hands to my hair, massaging my scalp. He lifted himself off of my thighs, resting upright on his knees and I desperately slid my boxers off.

My cock sprang free. Now there was nothing separating Jesse’s body from mine. When he came back down on me, I took his prick in my hand, rubbing it slowly.

“Fuck me, Mike.” He whimpered, burying his face into the crook of my neck. His hips rocked against my hand, stimulating himself further.

“Is that what you want, Jess? You want your big brother to fuck you?” I cooed.

“Please, please, Michael.” He moaned. I chuckled quietly, my free hand moving to the bedside table. I opened the drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube while I stroked Jesse’s dick.

I sunk down lower on the bed, resting the upper part of my back against the headboard. Jesse pressed his lips to mine once more. I released Jesse’s cock, and squeezed some of the lube onto my hand. I moved my hand to my own dick, spreading the lube generously down my shaft, as Jesse and I kissed.

“Ride my cock Jesse.” I said softly, taking his face in my hands. He moved up me, taking my dick in his hand. Jesse positioned himself right above my dick, and slowly lowered himself onto it.

His face scrunched up in pain as my head pushed past his tight sphincter, entering his beautiful ass. He exhaled shakily, his hands moved to grip my shoulders. I stroked his cheeks gently.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Take it slow.” I murmured, as he lowered himself further onto me. His asshole clenched around my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Jesse groaned quietly as my length filled his tight hole.

“Oh,” He whimpered as he finally came all the way down on me, my entire eight inches filling him to the max. He stayed there for a few seconds, letting his asshole adjust to the invasion. He was breathing deeply in and out Escort Giresun of his mouth, trying to relax his body for me.

“That’s it, little brother. Take it easy, there’s no rush.” I murmured, moving my hands to his thighs. Jesse’s hands trailed down to my chest, and he rested his palms face down on me.

He moaned quietly, rising up just a few inches off of my cock, before slowly sliding back down. I shuddered with pleasure; the tight walls of his ass gripped me, massaging my cock as he rode me slowly.

He leaned down slightly, pressing his lips to mine. My tongue entered his mouth, and moved gently with his. He came up off of me again, this time coming at least halfway off of my dick, before he came back down again.

“That’s it Jesse, ride me. Ride your big brother.” I breathed softly, grabbing his waist delicately. He sped up to a moderate pace, coming halfway off of me, before sliding back down again.

“You feel so good inside me.” Jesse breathed shakily, coming all the way down on me. He rocked his body on mine, and I moaned quietly. God, it felt so good.

“Do you want me to go faster?” Jesse asked quietly.

“If you can handle it, baby.”

Jesse bit his lip and gave me a shy smile. He came almost all the way off of me, before quickly sliding back down. I moaned loudly with pleasure, gripping his waist more tightly. Again and again he slammed down on me, riding my cock like a fucking master.

“Fuck, Jesse, feels so good.” I moaned, tilting my head back. He moaned quietly every time he came down on me, taking my full length into his warmth. Jesse rested on me, grinding his ass against my pelvis in circular motions.

I held his waist securely, he came off of me slightly, and I thrust upwards into him. He moaned loudly as I rammed my cock into him.

“Fuck, yes,” He moaned, it was a high-pitched whine. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Again and again I slammed my cock into him. He began stroking his meat feverishly, moaning without reserve as I pounded him. I wrapped my arms around his back, and held him to me.

A thin sheen of sweat covered both our bodies, and I licked a stripe up his chest, tasting the salty mixture. He shuddered with pleasure, and I moved to his neck, sucking his tender skin while we fucked.

“Oh Mike,” He moaned loudly, throwing his head back. “You’re going to make me cum.”

His breath caught in his throat, his grip on my shoulder tightened. I continued fucking him without abandon. Suddenly, he let out a loud moan, and his entire body twitched against mine.

I felt his hot cum shoot up my stomach and chest as he convulsed on my dick.

As he came, his asshole clenched my length, and it sent me right over the edge. I groaned loudly, my eyeballs rolled into the back of my head. My feet flexed, my toes curled. I pumped his body full of my seed, moaning his name as came inside of him.

Jesse shuddered against me, coming all the way down on my dick, and then collapsed against me. He rested his head into the crook of my neck, whimpering as his orgasm slowly died. My arms tightened around him, and I stroked his back lovingly.

“Jesse, Jesse, Jesse,” I said, kissing the top of his head, “what is Dad going to do with us?”

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.” He mumbled, sleep already beginning to claim him. We sunk down fully onto the bed, Jesse rolled off of my dick and onto his side. I curled against him, holding his body to mine.

“I love you.” He murmured into the soft blankets. I smiled.

“I love you.”

And no one is going to take you away from me.

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Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife Ch. 07

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Author’s Note: This is Part 7 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I’m grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I believe the story should be read in sequence as it was written.

This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative.

*

I’ll be the first to admit that after being married for 10 years, our sex was, well, maybe getting a little stale. Over the past couple of years or so, my husband has been throwing some suggestions out there, nothing totally weird or anything. I mean, nothing I can’t totally handle, and so for the most part I’ve been willing to go with his perverted desires.

When Hubby indicated he liked me to wear sexy outfits, I was more than willing. Some women don’t like dressing up in sexy lingerie for their husbands, they feel it’s demeaning or something, but I never saw it that way. I mean, what’s the big deal with doing it with thigh-high stockings and heels on, or a fishnet bodystocking for that matter? If that’s what trips his trigger, I’m game.

Hubby likes me to dress up sexy, no problem. Hubby likes me to talk dirty when we do it, so I got into the game with him. It excites him when I say things like, “Oooh yeah, honey, lick my clit!” when he’s going down on me, or when we’re just getting warmed up to lovingly whisper in his ear, “Oh, honey, I want to suck your cock!”

Saying things like this seems to help encourage him, urge him on when he’s working toward his orgasm and quite frankly I find it helps me to come, too. When he’s grunting and groaning on top of me and I moan, “Oh baby, I want you to cum, I want to feel your cum,” it has the effect of speeding up the tempo if you know what I mean.

If I’ve already cum and I’m getting tired of waiting for Mister Manly to shoot his wad into me, all I’ve got to do is breathlessly whisper, “Oh honey, I want you to cum in my mouth, I want you to cum all over my tits!” He’ll have it out and is squirting white stuff all over me in seconds flat if I say that for him.

For the record, I don’t actually like the taste of cum, but I’ve learned a thing or two from watching pornos with him; all you have to do is take a squirt or two over the tongue and then let it slobber out. The rest of it splatters all over the lips and chin, and doing this for him makes Hubby feel like Long Don Juan the Porno Stud or something.

So I cater Giresun Escort to his most perverted desires; I love him and I found it works for us. Everybody’s got something and this is what we’ve got. But of course a man is never satisfied; if you give him an inch he wants a mile.

Part of our game was for me to dress for him like I’m a total slutty wife. I cheerfully agreed to wear any and all clothing he chooses for me. His general rules are: panties are always optional and need not be worn, the only stockings allowed are thigh-highs and garters — NO pantyhose. If I am wearing thigh-highs & garters, then no panties, and the hems of all my skirts are to be NO lower than six inches above the knee.

I thought I had it all under control, though. I thought I could handle acting all slutty for him, and frankly I found the whole slut-wife thing quite empowering; you know, the whole open-minded modern woman bit, confident in her own sexuality. But we saw how going to the office with no panties worked out, and so on top of being a slut-wife now I’m the boss man’s official office slut, as well.

After the episode that happened at the office over the holidays, my boss called me into his office and told me there were going to be some changes around here for the New Year.

He basically read me the Riot Act. He told me that since I work for him and he pays me AND we’re fucking, that basically makes me nothing more than a whore. From now on, he told me, I am “to do what you are told, when you are told, exactly how you are told,” or he would let everybody at the office know exactly what kind of a worthless gutter slut I am.

There was a silver lining to this cloud, however. He said because he’s willing to pay for what he gets in this world, I’m getting a HEALTHY pay raise, BUT this comes with a price: during office hours I am his and as such I must agree at all times to make my body readily available to him for use.

I am expected to be subservient, submissive and totally obedient. And of course I am expected to cheerfully and willingly perform any and all sexual acts, including anal, when told to. (The anal thing doesn’t phase me; I’ve let Hubby sling it to me ‘back there’ a couple of times, but quite frankly it doesn’t do much for either of us.)

Furthermore, he said, I am never to argue about anything with him ever again. He doesn’t want to hear me complain about anything; cry, sob, whine or pout, sigh, moan, sulk, or otherwise show displeasure or unhappiness.

He said “let me give you an idea of what it’s going to be like from now on,” and he pulled the lapels of my business suit open and undid my blouse. Giresun Escort Bayan It all happened so fast, the way he threw out his conditions, and then the way he pulled my front wide open like that, that I didn’t have time to even think of not cooperating. With a curt nod of his chin he said, “Undo it,” indicating the clasp that held my bra together in front.

My fingers were trembling badly at this point but I finally managed to undo the front clasp on my bra. I pulled my bra open and fully exposed my breasts to him. It was so humiliating to have to take this treatment, to have to stand there with my tits on display like that, yet there was nothing I could do about it; I felt completely unable to resist while he had his way with me.

Then he said “now we’re going to seal the deal,” and he had me get down on my knees and made me give him oral sex. Actually, it was more like he was fucking my mouth; I was definitely on the receiving end in this episode. He cummed all over my exposed breasts, then made me do up my bra and button up my blouse and my suit jacket without cleaning up, so his cum would be on my tits all day long as a reminder of my subservience to him. This was so shameful and degrading, and yet I must admit that the total pervertedness of my new work situation is a turn on for me.

In the middle of all this sexual madness my sister-in-law moved back in. She’s moving back to the hometown after all these years. I like Erica a lot; I love her like she’s my own sister, so I said sure, we’ll put her up while she gets her feet back on the ground.

Erica is incredibly beautiful and I love her a lot, but as far as I’m concerned she’s a VERY dirty girl the way she’s always flashing herself. She wears these low-cut tops, then always has a reason to lean forward, showing a LOT of cleavage spilling over the tops of her lace-edged barely-there bra. She doesn’t seem to think I notice but it’s kind of obvious the way she constantly seems to find reasons to bend over, giving my husband a free show up the short skirts she wears.

At first I thought it was accidental but it definitely isn’t. I mean, she’s practically flirting with her own brother. It’s totally inappropriate and being a man he can’t help but glance over. I know he’s checking her out and everything.

As a result there was this incredible sexual tension going on at our place, but I thought I was on top of everything. I mean, I thought at this point in my life there’s not a lot I couldn’t handle.

A wife always knows when her man is up to something, and it wasn’t even a week after Erica had moved in that I detected a definite change Escort Giresun in the vibes going down in the house.

Something was DEFINITELY going on between that pair, but how could I possibly broach the subject? What do you say in a situation like this? It’s one thing to ask your husband if he’s having an affair, but, “Are you and your sister fucking around behind my back?” just isn’t in the script.

For my part it’s like I said: I’m willing to do anything to please my husband. Let me just put it this way; Hubby has no reason whatsoever to complain about ANYTHING in the bedroom department. But how does a wife compete with her own sister-in-law? Especially a sister-in-law that looks like Claudia Schiffer and comes across like a dozen alley cats in heat?

Well, Erica, it turns out, is bisexual, and it didn’t take long before she and I got together in private. No problem there. I am not bisexual and up until that time I never had an experience like that in my life. It’s my understanding this type of behavior is becoming more and more common amongst women these days, and is considered quite acceptable. I was a bit apprehensive at first, of course, but I was willing to try it. I didn’t feel pressured into it or anything; making love to my sister-in-law was totally my choice and I found it quite pleasant and enjoyable.

I honestly think Erica’s seducing me was her way of making me OK with what’s going on between her and her brother. That evening she made a point of putting her arms around me and giving me a fully open-mouthed tongue kiss, right in front of Bill. Then she turned to him and looked him right in the eye, as if to say, This is what we do now. Your wife and your sister are Lesbian lovers now. It’s like she was letting on that I broke taboo with her, so who am I to say anything about their breaking taboo with each other?

Hubby seems to be OK with us going off on this tangent, if that is what I want. And as far as him tagging his beautiful sister, I would rather be aware of who my husband is fucking than having him sneaking around behind my back with some diseased skank. As for the thing going on at the office with the boss, well I kind of got snookered into that. Anyway it’s totally discreet and if we ever get caught what’s he going to say?

I don’t think anyone is getting short changed in the deal. I mean, I’m certainly being well paid for the sex I put out at the office. And anyway Bill’s fucking his own sister so what’s the big deal with me fucking the boss?

I’ll be the first to admit what going on is weird. But it’s something that happened, and so far none of us have mentioned a thing about it. Everyone seems to be handling it all very well, we just don’t go around talking about it. Everyone involved seems to like their particular arrangement quite well, maybe too well. For lack of a better explanation, I just think of it as an unusual set of relationships in a particularly unusual marriage.

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Broken Ch. 04

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Author’s Note:

All characters engaged in sexual situations are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events are fictional. Any similarities with actual events or persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.

This is a work of fiction, and as such, certain events or situations may be improbable, and certain details may not correspond to real life. If you’re looking for strictly likely situations and exact reality, I suggest you skip this.

This can be the last chapter in this story, but it doesn’t need to be. Leave a comment if you think this story should end here, or continue, and what questions you might like if I do continue.

*

Her palm felt hot against the back of my neck as she leaned forward. Her hot, moist lips pressed to mine. It only took a fraction of a second for my lips to return her kiss.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Clyde,” Haley moaned as she pulled away from me.

“Don’t be, Haley,” I whispered hoarsely.

“That’s exactly what Bonnie said, too.”

Haley leaned back and looked at the television.

“‘Cept she told me she loves me.”

I wasn’t surprised, but I didn’t know how to respond.

“I didn’t know the second I met her, but I knew then, when I kissed her. I love her too, Clyde.”

She looked back at me. Her lips were quivering a little, and she looked like she was going to cry.

“Don’t worry none. I’m not trying to take her away from you. She loves you more than life itself, and so do I. I knew that for a fact the second I laid eyes on you.”

“Haley…”

I didn’t know what to say. Not even close.

“Get a room already.”

Bonnie was awake.

She sat up and kissed me, our tongues moving together in a gentle dance. When she broke our kiss, she looked at me and smiled then nodded her head toward her sister.

Haley kissed me, not like the confident and unhurried kiss Bonnie gave me. Haley’s kiss was filled with hunger, like she wanted to consume me. She barely moved when she went from kissing me to kissing Bonnie with the same hunger and passion.

I had never seen women kiss each other. I had never even imagined it. I was as hard as a rock inside my denims as I watched my two sisters kissing, just inches from my face.

Bonnie slowly stood without breaking her kiss with Haley, and Haley followed. Bonnie pulled me by the hand away from the couch and toward the bedroom. I scooped up Bonnie in my arms as the two girls continued kissing.

Bonnie pushed the bedroom door open behind us, and Haley suddenly stood up straight. Bonnie and I looked at her. Her face was pale, her wet lips open.

“I’m…” Haley gasped between ragged breaths, “scared.”

“Haley?” Bonnie whispered. “Are you a virgin?”

Haley nodded, and tears began to flow over her freckled cheeks.

“I don’t…want…” Haley gasped out, “to be anymore.”

“Haley, my husband is gentle, generous, and most definitely gorgeous. It’s going to hurt, but it made me the happiest girl in the world when I gave him my virginity. Now we get to share our happiness.”

“I love you, Bonnie,” Haley whispered.

I set Bonnie on her feet inside the bedroom, and Haley was on her in a flash, pulling her top off over her head and pulling her pants down for her to step out of. I noticed Bonnie’s toe nails were painted to match her new pink outfit, now making a puddle on the floor and glanced at Haley’s bare feet. Her toes sported a dark red smudge that matched her outfit.

As Haley stood back upright, Bonnie raised her top up off her body, but I had to help pull it up and off her arms since Bonnie couldn’t reach. Haley and Bonnie both giggled as Bonnie bent down and pulled the bottoms off her sister.

They turned and looked at me, each of them almost smiling. There was no denying it; they were definitely sisters, and I loved both of them.

Bonnie went to my denims as Haley pulled my sweatshirt up and over my head, then tossed it over her shoulder. Bonnie had my denims down around my ankles and Haley pushed me backwards onto the bed.

“Oh my…” Haley gasped.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it, Haley.”

“Might be the prettiest thing I ever seen, but will it fit?”

“He’s going to feel like he belongs inside you.”

Bonnie pushed me onto my back and climbed up onto the bed beside me.

Haley climbed up on the other side of me. I looked her up and down, for the first time since she was naked. Her breasts were as perfect as her sister’s, with pearl white areola surrounding her hard, pink nipples. The muscles under the skin of her tan, taut belly rippled as she moved, and there was a bright white patch of skin between her legs with a thatch of red hair in the center.

“I tan,” Haley giggled. “But the drapes match the carpet, kind of.”

I looked in her face, and she was blushing around her grin.

“I have no clue why my head don’t match my crotch.”

“Move up on the bed, little b… a little bit.”

My breath caught in my throat for a split second. Bonnie had almost called me little brother.

“A lot, Clyde. Last thing I need is one of Giresun Escort us falling off the bed when I’m fixing to give you my virginity,” Haley giggled. “That might scar me for life.”

I knew that, without any doubt, we could never reveal to Haley that we were her brother and sister. Even if we didn’t finish what we had started, it would certainly, actually, scar her for life.

I pushed myself up on the bed until my feet were on the bed. Bonnie and Haley had started kissing over me, and when I stopped moving, they were directly above my hard, throbbing cock.

Bonnie slowly led her sister downward until their mouths were inches from my rigid cock. My wife lifted me to her mouth and licked the length.

Haley looked at me, then at Bonnie.

“I ain’t never touched a…a man’s…anybody’s dick before. Bonnie, are you certain this is fine with you?”

“If you love my husband like I love him, then I’m not just fine with it. I want you to have him like I have him.”

Haley looked at me, then whispered “I ain’t never told a man this, but I love you. Do you…”

I didn’t even let her finish her question. There was no doubt in my mind how I felt.

“I love you Haley.”

I felt Haley’s hand shaking as she grasped me in it, and gently move up and down my length.

“God, it’s even prettier from this angle, and up close. I just want to eat it up.”

“Nothing’s stopping you, Haley,” Bonnie urged her.

Haley’s mouth felt like molten silk as she took me inside. I felt Bonnie move across me, and looked from Haley’s head in my crotch to my wife. She was beside Haley, an arm around her back, her boobs against her side, and an arm under her, massaging a tit.

Haley began moaning and moving her head up and down my cock.

“You’re so wet, Haley. Are you ready?”

Haley nodded without releasing me from her lip lock. Bonnie gently moved her away and onto her back next to me, and I rolled above her.

“Haley, are you sure about this?” I gently asked the beautiful woman, my sister, under me.

“More than anything.”

“Use your hand, put me where you want me,” I instructed her gently.

Haley’s eyes widened and her mouth opened as she found her target with me.

“Ready?”

Haley bit her bottom lip, and nodded. I pushed forward, past the resistance. Haley squealed, and turned her face away from me. I could see her eye closed tightly and a drop of blood rise from her lip where her teeth had been as she moaned “Stopstopstop”.

I couldn’t stop, or move. I was as far inside her as I could go, and her strong, long legs had wrapped around me and were firmly holding me in place inside her.

Neither of us moved for a few seconds, but then Haley slowly opened her eyes and turned to look in my face. She was almost smiling.

“Fucking perfect, you…your cock inside me, so perfect, fuck me…”

I withdrew, slowly, from inside her, and as I began to push inside her again, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard. Her eyes never left mine, and barely even blinked as I bottomed out.

With each thrust in, she mumbled something. As our rhythm increased, so did her volume. Soon I could make out the one word she was repeated with each thrust of my cock into her velvety, tight pussy.

“Fuck…” Haley moaned, and tightened her hold on me, not just with her arms and legs, but with her pussy.

Soon, her body was rigid as she moaned, then suddenly screamed.

“Fuck!”

Her back arched, then bucked beneath me, then she thrashed wildly.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck” she moaned, barely even a whisper now. She tried to keep her eyes on mine, but her head was moving side to side too much.

Her back arched again and she froze there for a second before falling back, limp, onto the bed under me.

“Haley?” Bonnie’s voice rose.

Haley panted, but didn’t move otherwise.

“Haley!” Bonnie almost shouted.

“Fuck…” Haley moaned, and opened her eyes a little bit to look back at me, then her sister.

“My god, Haley, are you OK?” Bonnie whined.

“I wanna do that again,” she croaked out between gasps.

My intention was to pull out of her completely, but as my dick approached that point, Haley wrapped her legs around me and thrust herself up as she pulled me down inside her again.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

Her pussy felt like a fist around me now, pulling me inside her and trying to hold me there.

“Fuck.”

I didn’t want her to actually pass out, so I skipped the slow build up and began pumping in and out as fast as I could. I wanted to finish without killing her.

I managed to succeed, but just barely I think.

My balls tightened and exploded when her pussy clamped down on me and her back arched again.

She thrashed beneath me as I filled her with cum. Each jet of cum seemed to spur her to clamp down tighter with her pussy, until her thrashing stopped suddenly and her body went limp again.

Bonnie and I looked at each other. Bonnie looked worried, but only for a few seconds.

“No wonder people love sex Giresun Escort Bayan so much,” Haley wheezed. “I could feel every drop of your cum hitting the inside of my pussy.”

I rolled off Haley onto my back, and met Bonnie’s eyes. She smiled, and lay down on the other side of Haley.

My breathing was back to normal before anyone broke the silence.

“Is it lying to not tell something important?”

I lifted myself up on an elbow, and looked at Bonnie. She had lifted herself also, and was looking at me.

We shrugged our shoulders in unison.

“What do you mean, Haley?” Bonnie asked her.

Haley pushed herself up to lean her back against the headboard of the bed, but didn’t look at either one of us.

“If I know something, something big, and important, and don’t tell somebody I know it, is that lying?”

I really wanted to touch Haley’s gorgeous breasts, but didn’t think this was the right time.

“Haley, love, what are you talking about?” Bonnie asked.

“I know,” Haley stated, sounding like that was the end.

She raised her head and looked at me, then at Bonnie. She looked a little scared.

“What? What do you know?” Bonnie asked, without looking very concerned, but just a little. She wasn’t looking at me, but just at Haley.

“I know you’re brother and sister,” Haley whispered, almost silently.

“Oh!” Bonnie gasped, and looked at me wide-eyed.

“I know you’re my brother and sister.”

Bonnie gasped again, but louder this time. I saw no way out of this. She knew, and it didn’t sound like she had any doubts.

“I know you’re my brother and sister, and we all just had amazing, mind-blowing sex. Can we do it again before I go home in the morning?”

The silence was almost deafening, until Haley giggled.

“Am I wrong? It was pretty fucking amazing, right?”

Bonnie giggled, then laughed.

“It looked pretty fucking amazing,” Bonnie confirmed.

“And we’re all brother and sisters, too. Right?”

I looked at Bonnie. She looked confused.

“Ma told me a long time ago that I had a brother and sister that lived with other parents. When I got older, and could understand more, she told me all of it, even the ‘don’t tell pa’ part, cause he loves me like I’m his, and it would hurt him if I found out he wasn’t. She explained it didn’t make no difference who my real pa is, cause my really real pa is Rusty. He loves me, and nothing will change that, so he doesn’t need to ever know I know the truth.

“I’ve always known I had a brother named Clyde and a sister named Bonnie. I just never knew anything else about you.”

“Except our last name,” I corrected her.

“Yeah, I knew that. Ma told me I might need that later, to find you if I wanted to.”

“I don’t see how people don’t know we’re brother and sisters. You and Bonnie look so much alike.”

“Except she’s a giant, and I’m not,” Bonnie giggled.

“Does my Pa know you two are brother and sister?”

Bonnie nodded her head.

“He says there’s worse things a person can do than love the wrong pretty girl.” I added.

“Our Dad doesn’t know you’re his though. Or he doesn’t care, like about us either.”

“Bonnie!”

“It’s true Clyde. Has he tried to talk to either of us since we left home? Have either one of them tried to talk to us?”

“We don’t know that. They could be looking for us right now.”

“They don’t need to look for us. I told them I was going to the Bonomo Ranch to work.”

“Well, that’s disappointing.”

“I thought our parents should know where we are, or at least where I am. It was just the right thing to do, Clyde.”

“I meant disappointing they haven’t lifted a finger to talk to us in over three months, not that you told them.”

“Oh…”

Bonnie looked up at me, and almost smiled.

“Was that our first fight, little brother?”

“Wait!” Haley interrupted us.

“What?”

“We could all go visit them while I’m home.”

“You can’t tell him you’re his daughter, Haley. You just can’t.”

“I’m not going to, Bonnie. I’m not an idiot.”

“You don’t need to. I’m surprised nobody has figured it out already, as much as you two look alike.”

“Us two?” the women said in unison, looking at me.

“You two,” they said in unison again, but each pointed at the other two people in the room.

“Us two?” This time it was Bonnie and I speaking in unison.

“It’s so obvious you’re twins, but near everybody thinks you’re married.”

“Mom would know right away. She’d see Dad and me and you and Bonnie. We’d all look alike.”

“I don’t want to see them anyway. They don’t care. They might not even have noticed we’re gone. Clyde, I’m not going.”

“What’s he like?” Haley asked quietly.

“We don’t even know, Haley. He said three sentences to me the last two days I was there. ‘Muck out the stalls’, ‘we’re ready to eat dinner’, and ‘you got a job so pay rent’.”

I looked at Bonnie, and she was crying softly.

“Bonnie? What’s wrong?”

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**

“Are we like our parents, Clyde?”

“We look like Dad.”

I almost smiled at my sister.

“I’m serious, Clyde. Are we like our parents?”

We didn’t ever decide we were going to be different than our parents, because we just were different. They didn’t talk, they just existed with each other, and Bonnie and I talked more than anything. Bonnie was never hurt because I ignored or belittled her thoughts, and I looked forward to the end of my work day so I could hurry home and kiss my loving wife. My favorite parts of life were when I could be with Bonnie.

“I’m serious too. I just named every way we’re like our parents.”

I believed that.

“How do you know? Clyde, how do you know we’re not just younger versions of them?”

“Bonnie, what are we doing right now?”

“Talking.”

I chuckled.

“I mean besides that, but that by itself is different than them.”

Bonnie giggled back at me.

“We’re making lunch.”

“And what are we going to do with that lunch?”

“Pack it into your saddle bags and take it with us to eat after you ravage me on a blanket somewhere nobody can find us.”

“Can you imagine Dad and Mom doing anything like that?”

Bonnie’s belly laugh echoed in the kitchen as she shook her head.

“And what did you tell me this morning?”

“That I love you more than anybody, even your sister Haley?”

“Oh? She’s my sister now?”

Bonnie almost smiled at me under a devilish look in her eyes.

“You know she is, especially when I think about you two together, and I can watch my husband having sex with his sister. That’s about as naughty as three people can get, and it makes me so wet.”

“You think that’s more naughty than a man watching his wife have sex with her sister?”

“Clyde Steele, now you’re just trying to get me in bed again!”

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

Bonnie giggled.

“What else did you tell me at breakfast?”

Bonnie thought for a few seconds.

“That I was going to start a garden today?”

“Yeah, and what did I do?”

“You put on work clothes and got dirty with me in the garden.”

“Do you think Dad and Mom ever had days like our day today?”

She looked down at the floor, then found my eyes before she shook her head.

“Will we be better parents, or will we make broken kids like they made?”

“We’re…are we broken?”

“We never went to school. We never had friends. There are only three people in the world that know we’re brother and sister, and everybody else thinks we’re married.

“You’ve only ever had sex with your two sisters, and I’ve only had sex with my brother and my sister.” Bonnie whispered the last sentence.

I knew I was avoiding the other part of her question, and shouldn’t be. Having kids seemed like a pretty important part of it, but we had never talked about it.

“Our kids…” I started, but didn’t know where to go from there.

“I don’t want our kids to be broken, Clyde. Can we avoid that? Do we even know how?”

“We know how to make them broken.”

Bonnie nodded, and I could see her wide eyes filling.

“So we do the opposite. We send them to school in pretty clothes, have birthday parties for them, give them music lessons and sleepovers, buy them bicycles and toys, and kiss and hug them everyday, and tell them how wonderful they are.”

Bonnie smiled at me as her eyes overflowed down her beautiful freckled cheeks.

“But we don’t even know if we’re going to have kids, Bonnie.”

My beautiful sister wiped her eyes, then nodded her head.

“We are. In about six months.”

**

Haley was almost as much in our life as she had been when she wasn’t at school. We texted and talked on the phone every day, usually more than once. When I say we talked to her, Bonnie and I each talked to her, and sometimes together we talked to her.

Tonight was a night we wanted to talk to her together.

I thought she wasn’t going to answer and was about to hang up, but the video call connected.

“Hey guys,” Haley finally answered.

“Hi!” we replied in unison.

Bonnie started to giggle, but stopped short.

Haley looked tired. She was wearing a wrinkled tee shirt and her hair was disheveled.

“Are you OK, Haley?” Bonnie asked.

She looked directly into the phone and smiled a forced smile.

“I’m…fine. School’s just…I’m tired.”

“We wanted to call before you went out tonight. Saturday night and all,” Bonnie chirped at her sister.

“I’m staying in, so you’re all good.”

“We want you to be the first to know, Haley…” Bonnie almost sang at the phone. “We’re having a baby!”

Haley’s face crinkled up, then she burst into tears before her face disappeared behind her hair.

I looked at Bonnie. She looked worried. I was sure I did too.

“Haley?”

Except for her sobs, Haley was silent for a few seconds before we heard her groan.

“I am too.”

Bonnie gasped beside me, but I was confused.

“Haley, you’re…” Bonnie started to ask something, but didn’t finish.

Haley raised her tear covered face to the camera. To me, she looked like she was in agony as she nodded her head.

“Pregnant,” she moaned.

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First, to set the stage…I am 39 years old, 5’10”, 150 lbs., considered nice looking with a body that is decent, but certainly not buffed. I’ve been married twelve years, and while many aspects of our marriage are great, sexuality is not one of them. My wife Amy is extremely religious, conservative, and utterly lacking in sexual desire. To be fair, she was upfront about this before we married, and although it is frustrating, I felt, and still do feel, that her many outstanding qualities outweighed her frigidity. I’m not the most sexually experienced person either, with my pre-marital sexuality limited to two partners.

Our sex life, such as it is, consists of intercourse once every few months at most, always with the light off and always in the missionary position. Amy’s normal bedtime attire is a long t-shirt and panties, and when she consents to allow me to make love to her, usually after much pleading on my part, she will signal by pushing her panties down to her knees, allowing me to move on top of her and begin intercourse. Only rarely has she let me feel her breasts, and she has never allowed me to kiss or suckle them, nor perform oral sex. My penis is smaller than average, at least compared to what I have seen in adult movies. I measured it once when I had an erection, and it was about 4.5″ from the base to the tip; it is also fairly slender. As I make love to her, Amy always lies motionless, eyes shut, and unmoving until I reach orgasm, which is fairly quickly. She refuses to talk about sex, is clearly uncomfortable about it, and I am resigned that this is the way things will be throughout our marriage. When we decided to have a family, the process of her becoming pregnant took forever, but she did consent to intercourse more often when she determined her cycle was optimal.

I relieve my sexual tension through masturbation, having decided that it is preferable to an affair or other alternative such as a prostitute. My masturbation frequently includes use of Amy’s bra and panties from her hamper, as this is the only way I can experience her scent and taste. Even though it is no substitute for the real thing, I have no choice, and it is actually erotic for me. When I first began to masturbate with her lingerie I felt guilt, almost as if I was violating her very personal things. But after a while I realized how arousing these masturbation I rarely have an opportunity to be alone in our house, so I make the most of my masturbation opportunities and will often masturbate several times on an overnight business trip.

My sister Jessica is two years younger than I, and although through the years I had occasionally wondered what her body was like, I never made an overt attempt to spy on her or to even remotely attempt anything that could result in my getting caught. Jessica is not what most people would consider particularly attractive – she is rather plain looking, but her outgoing personality more than makes up for her unremarkable physical presence. She is a brunette, about 5’4″, 140 pounds, and has what appeared to be average sized breasts. Her hips flare out into a curvaceous, rounded rear end, which, though not overly large, is definitely not petite. I’ve seen her in modest one-piece swimsuits several times over the past few years, and have glanced several times at her body, more out of curiosity than any overwhelming desire to ogle her. One aspect of her body that intrigued me was the obvious bulge in her swimsuit in her pubic region; there was no visible pubic hair outside of her swimsuit, but it was clear that inside its confines she had an ample amount of hair. Our family is of Eastern European descent, so this is no surprise. We both have dark hair, olive complexions, and thick eyebrows, so our genetic mapping is pretty conducive to a larger than average amount of body hair.

We’ve always had a good relationship, if not an especially close one, and since she lives several hours away, we enjoy spending time together when we’re in the same city. She has an intense career, and even though she has dated many suitors, she has never married, choosing instead to place emphasis on her work life. She enjoys letting loose occasionally, and will often encourage me to lighten up as well, knowing that my wife is not exactly a great deal of fun.

A relative’s wedding brought us to the same city in another part of the state recently, and to save on my expenses, we agreed to share a hotel room; the rest of my family was not attending so that we could keep costs down. We had done this a couple of times previously over the past decade, and it worked out well. We both respected each other’s privacy, had a good series of chats, and welcomed the chance to spend some more time together.

At the time of the wedding, it had been several months since my wife and I had had intercourse. My frustration had built up, and I knew it would be difficult to masturbate with my sister in the same room. The shower was always an option, but I have always preferred to masturbate in bed, reclining, in a quieter setting. Also, I wouldn’t have Giresun Escort my usual masturbation props – my wife’s panties and bra – to use, since I would never risk her finding out that I had taken them.

The first night in the hotel was wonderful, with a rehearsal dinner followed by many of the family chatting over coffee. We went up to our room, with me changing into pajamas in the bathroom while she changed in the main sleeping are. Although I found myself with an erection, I eventually fell to sleep without attempting to relieve my arousal.

The following morning, Jessica got up before me to take a shower. I had awakened earlier, but was just lying in bed since there was no rush to get up. Once she went into the bathroom, I recognized this as a chance to masturbate while I was still in bed, but quickly realized that the door to the bathroom, which we had had trouble with earlier, had not latched, and was open about an inch. Jessica must have not wanted to wake me by pushing on the door, figuring that her privacy was assured since I was still asleep. A mirror ran the full length of the wall opposite the shower, and the shower had a clear glass door instead of the curtain which was prevalent in most hotels that I stayed in. My arousal from the previous evening remained, and, against my better judgement, I got out of bed after pondering the situation for a few minutes, and walked over to just past the bathroom doorway, which allowed me to see the reflection into the shower. Because the door had been ajar and the ceiling fan was integral with the light, steam had not completely clouded the shower door. For a few brief moments, not wanting to risk being seen, I saw Jessica’s body nude for the first time since we were children.

Again, Jessica is a far cry from what most people would consider attractive, but I was completely taken by the brief sight of her body. Her breasts are not at all how I had imagined them. They are actually tubular in shape, quite narrow, and they point downward, curving out toward the sides of her body rather than resting in the middle of her chest. Her dark brown aereolas completely cover the end of each breast, with her nipples flush with her aereolas; I had assumed that a woman’s nipples always protruded from her breasts, but Jessica’s are virtually invisible, at least in a non-aroused state. I also noticed several dark hairs on each aereola, which I had never seen on a woman before, either in my limited personal experience or in a magazine or video; even though they were not what our society would accept as the norm, they were quite beautiful to me. Her belly is slightly rounded, with a thin line of dark hair leading from her naval to her pubic region. As I had suspected, she indeed had an extremely large and thick bush, but since it was the middle of winter, she apparently had not trimmed it for several months, resulting in growth onto the tops and insides of her thighs. Again, this is not what our society drills into us as being sexy, but I found it extremely attractive and unusual. Her butt juts out prominently from the small of her back, large, white, completely half-round, and with strong evidence of her thick pubic hair in the crack. I have a weakness for women’s rears, and I found hers to be so incredibly sexy.

My erection was painfully bulging against my pajamas, and after a few moments of this captivating vision, I got back into my bed and quickly began to masturbate, filled with the image of Jessica naked in the shower. Unfortunately, no more than half a minute later, I heard her shut the shower off, which meant that my masturbation session would have to wait once again.

The wedding that evening was a gorgeous affair, with multiple open bars, lots of dancing to a great band, and a greatly festive atmosphere. I had enjoyed quite a few cocktails, and so had Jessica, and we danced several times together. The wedding wound down around midnight, and after a nightcap, Jessica and I went upstairs to go to bed. My arousal was at a peak, and I knew I had to masturbate soon or I would burst, but I dared not risk the embarrassment of being caught. After changing, we climbed into our beds, which were twin size separated by a nightstand. We talked for a few minutes, and I was thankful the lights were out since my erection was persistent.

We said good night, and I waited for what seemed like eternity for her to go to sleep. I eventually, based on her breathing, became confident that she was out, and I allowed my hand to finally move down over my pajama bottoms, caressing the bulge inside them. I hadn’t masturbated in a few days, and the alcohol, combined with the images of all the great-looking wedding guests, increased my arousal to the point where I slipped my hand inside and lovingly began to caress my penis. There was still one more night in the hotel, and I was sure that I couldn’t hold off from masturbating until I got back home. I was terrified at Jessica knowing what I was doing, so I made sure to remain completely silent as I enjoyed the wonderful sensations Giresun Escort Bayan I created as I began to masturbate.

My masturbation fantasies, strangely enough, often involve my wife – most likely because I rarely am fortunate enough to be intimate with her. I think about her body, which is actually quite sexy even though she never wears clothes that reveal anything – her large sloping breasts and cute pink nipples, her beautful rear-end, her taut stomach, the small sexy triangle of light-brown hair in her pubic region – and how wonderful it feels to place my penis inside her when we make love, even though there is no emotion from her. When I use her bra and panties, I revel in her strong scent and wish that I could experience it in the same way as other husbands. This time, though, I couldn’t get the image of Jessica out of my mind, and I replayed her vision in the shower over and over again as I massaged my penis.

Before long, I was masturbating at a faster pace, stroking my penis with my right hand while lightly caressing my scrotum with my left. This soon became frustrating with the bedsheets on top, since I was previously holding up the sheets with my left hand to form a sort of tent; I also worried that the sound of my hand against the sheets as I stroked upward would awaken my sister. But, as is often the case when one is extremely aroused, I threw caution to the wind and, figuring Jessica was deeply asleep now, I pushed the sheets down to my thighs and began to masturbate again. After waiting for so long to relieve my sexual tension, the opportunity to masturbate was a tremendous relief and I found myself in complete bliss as I made love to my hand.

“Weddings turn you on, huh?”

I froze, and if I was able to see myself in a mirror I’m sure I turned white as a ghost. My sister had obviously heard what I was doing, and for whatever reason felt compelled to let me know that she had caught me.

I pulled the sheets up quickly, even though with the blackout drapes in the hotel room, it was virtually impossible for her to see me. In a feeble attempt to hide my activity, I started to mumble something about a cramp in my leg and that I was trying to massage it out. But I knew the reality was that my sister had caught me masturbating, and no amount of lying was going to get her to believe otherwise. I felt my penis immediately become soft.

“It’s OK…I know what you were doing and it’s totally natural”, Jessica said quietly. “I guess everybody does it, but I thought you married folks didn’t need to.”

“I’m so sorry Jessica…I’m so sorry”, I blurted out. “I couldn’t help it, I thought you were asleep. I’m sorry”. I felt terrible, both for putting her in what I naively perceived as an awkward position, as well as for allowing myself to be exposed in a very private situation. In retrospect, I recognize that it must have fascinated her, or she would have remained silent until I had finished.

“Don’t worry about it Steve…there’s nothing to apologize for.”

“But this was so rude of me. I’m really sorry and I’m really embarrassed.” For whatever reason, I found myself starting to reveal intensely personal things that to this point were strictly between my wife and I. “It’s just that it’s been a real long time since Amy and I have…you know…been intimate.”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, and stop saying you’re sorry. I’m the one that should be sorry because I made you uncomfortable – and I’m sorry that your sex life with Amy isn’t great.”

“She has a lot going on with the kids and everything, but I love her a lot. She just isn’t very sexual, which frustrates me.” I couldn’t believe I was actually telling my sister all this, but the alcohol from the wedding had loosened me up quite a bit. “So I wind up doing this a lot.”

“When was the last time you and Amy made love?”, Jessica asked.

I was embarrassed to answer completely truthfully. “A few weeks ago.”

“Wow. That would be frustrating. If it makes you feel any better, it’s been a long time for me too, and I sometimes do the same thing you were doing. Maybe that’s why I said something when I heard you…I sometimes think that I’m the only one on earth who needs to take care of my own needs.”

The thought of Jessica masturbating was so out of my realm of normalcy that I couldn’t even begin to gather and organize my thoughts. We were being so open with each other, so vulnerable, that my total embarrassment of a few moments earlier were being replaced by a closeness to Jessica that was amazing. For a moment, I felt a twinge of guilt about spying on her that morning.

“No, you’re not the only one, as you can see”, I said, hoping to add a little levity to the situation. “I need to do it a lot, but it’s hard to find time at home since Amy and the kids are always around. I should have just waited until I got home instead of doing it here.”

“From the sound of your sex life, you probably couldn’t wait that long anyway”, Amy joked. I was glad the conversation was lightening Escort Giresun up a bit, since it helped to reduce my embarrassment.

“What do you think about when you do it”, Jessica asked. This situation was turning much more intense very rapidly and was making me nervous, even with the alcohol loosening my inhibitions.

“Um, Amy I guess. Her body. That kind of thing.” It was difficult forming coherent thoughts at this point.

“I can understand that…Amy has a nice body. What excites you the most about her?”

This was getting really personal. “Her breasts I guess, and her butt.”

I was shocked by what she said next. “Do you need to finish up what you were doing so you’re not in agony?”

Masturbating in the same room as my sister, with her fully aware of what I was doing, was beyond comprehension. “Uh, I think I’ll wait until there’s a better time.”

“Steve, I feel bad that I embarrassed you, and I know that it can hurt if you stop before you’re done, so I understand completely if you want to just go ahead and finish. I can’t even see you, and you’ll feel better when you’re done. We’ve already shared personal stuff with each other, so this isn’t really anything too unusual”.

The reality was that my penis was completely flaccid, caused by the shock of getting caught; my embarrassment was preventing me from achieving an erection again even though our talk had been arousing in its intimate detail. “I don’t think so…it’s too weird for me…but thanks for being so understanding”.

Jessica persisted, and I began to get a sense that this was arousing for her also. “Just picture that it’s Amy here with you instead of me, if that makes you feel better. I’m sure you guys have done this in front of each other before”. I didn’t dare tell her how frigid Amy really was, and that mutual masturbation was something she would never do in a million years. “Besides, you’ll never be able to go to sleep with a big hard-on anyway”.

Hearing my sister use a graphic sexual term for the first time in this conversation – in fact, for the first time ever that I can recall – was instantly catalyzing for me. I felt my penis begin to achieve erection again, and in no more than a few moments I was at full hardness. I thanked my lucky stars that she couldn’t see the small size of my erection.

I sighed deeply, and didn’t really know what to say, even though, in an instant, I gave myself the mental go-ahead to begin masturbating again. Although I had pulled the sheets up over me when she caught me, I hadn’t pulled my pajama bottoms back up yet. I slid my hand down over my penis and felt its hardness, which emboldened me further to take this beyond where I knew it should have stopped earlier. “God Jessica, this isn’t right…I shouldn’t be doing this,” I said as I began to caress myself again.

“Relax and think about Amy and how much you love her. Think about her body and how much she turns you on. I’d love to have a body like Amy’s”. Jessica was clearly trying to arouse me and get me comfortable with the thought of masturbating with her close by. “Are you thinking about Amy’s big breasts? Think about how nice they feel when you kiss them”. If she only knew that I had never had that opportunity.

“Yeah, thinking about her”, I babbled. Truth be known, my images of Amy were interspersed with images of Jessica in the shower that morning. Within seconds, the sounds of my hand against the sheets seemed to fill the room, leaving no doubt for Jessica that I had started to masturbate passionately again. “This is so wrong”, I mumbled even as I earnestly stroked myself.

“It’s OK…just take care of yourself and do what feels good for you”, Jessica said softly.

I was in a confused frenzy, masturbating with my sister a few feet away. This was a situation I never could have imagined ten minutes earlier, and I was on the verge of sensory overload. The sheets became cumbersome again and, figuring that I had nothing more to fear, I pushed them down so that I could resume caressing my scrotum with my left hand. Rather than just hearing my hand against the sheets, Jessica could now clearly hear me stroking myself. I’m sure my arousal was also apparent by my breathing, which became deeper and much more rapid.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah, it really does”, I replied with more of a labored grunt than a normal speaking voice.

“Are you gonna cum soon?”

Hearing Jessica use that word was more than I could take. I grunted again and felt my orgasm build and my semen begin to rise. “Oh Jess…”

I ejaculated more than I could ever recall, and the sound of my semen lubricating my stroking was unmistakable. I lay there exhausted, with a measure of post-orgasm reticence setting in as I realized what I had just done in front of my sister.

“I knew you needed to finish. Let me get you a washcloth.” She really is a sweet sister, and her caring actions meant a lot to me.

I heard her throw the sheets back as she got up to get a washcloth from the bathroom. As she stepped out of her bed into the space between our beds, I immediately became aware of an intensely strong womanly scent that must have become prominent as she moved her legs to step out of bed. Apparently the experience was as interesting for her as it was for me…and there was still another night in the hotel.

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Brian Ch. 03

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Brian Ch. 03: The Boat Ride

The small party cleared the harbor and the weather was great. It was a warm, hot and humid day so normal in the south pacific. They passed the outer marker and were making good time toward the small island with the newly discovered ancient temple. Brian’s daughters were laying on their stomachs soaking in the sun and getting an all over tan. It might as well be an all over tan since the bathing suits they were wearing didn’t cover much nor leave much to the imagination.

They very much looked liked their mother twenty years ago. Both girls shared the same genes when it came to looks. Thank goodness they got their mother’s physique and not Brian’s.

Brooke, now 21, was a going to be a junior at the university where she was majoring in computer science. She was actually quite talented and making good grades. She had a nice figure that was well toned. She was not the jock type like her brother and sister. Being the mental one, she stayed in front of her computer screen and either worked on programs or worked with computer games. Her hair was sandy brown like her mom’s and it short in a cut that landed right at her shoulders. She was an inch shorter than her mom at 5’5” and weighed about 125. She was becoming more athletic now for some reason. She would get around her brother and now that he had his black belt she was beginning to take a more active interest in the sport and on working out with him. She had a nice body, about a big B-Cup or a small C-cup. Brian knew this because he got to sit, not by my choice, at the dinner table as Wendy and the girls discussed their bra sizes. He didn’t even realize that the girls were out of their training bras until that time. Then he began to notice the girls were growing up. Being in the military makes you miss out a lot of growing up your kids do.

Brooke, or Book, as she was named was more like Brian in many regards. She was the studious one. Always cracking the books. She got her nickname when Bethany was born and later began to talk. She never could say Brooke; it was always “Book”. After that it just kind of stuck.

Bethany was another splitting image of her mother. She took after her more than either of the kids. Beth was the athletic one of the girls. She was a cheerleader all through high school and was the runner of the family. She competed in all the sports that she could work in, basketball, track, and lacrosse. She also got interested in the martial arts after Dylan got his black belt. Both girls would fight over the attention their brother gave them as they practiced in the garage. Each of them would try to out do the other for his attention and always try to one better the other.

Beth was the smart one of the family. You would never see her crack a book but she always managed to bring home straight A’s on her report cards. She just missed graduating at the top of her class when she graduated. She did win a full scholarship to the university where she claimed she was going to be a pediatric nurse. Like she needed the full scholarship. They had enough money now that her great grandkids would have full scholarships and still with money left over.

She was the one built for speed. Her body was fantastic as Brian discovered. She had a body that most guys and girls would die for. She had an awesome C-cup set of tits. Her body was toned and muscular. She had an ass that was the right size for grabbing. She would put on a tight pair of jeans and her ass was molded to them. She would strut her stuff with the best of them. She kept her hair long and most of the time in a long pony tail. Her hair was dark brown and straight coming down to rest right at the top of her ass.

The girls were lying on the deck of the motor launch. He had rented a 30-foot boat for a trip to one of the outer islands. As we were renting it, the whole family and Roger kept asking if this was going to be a Gilligan’s Island trip. We would go for a three-hour tour and it would turn into seven years. Brian told them, “No, I would sacrifice them to the volcano gods to get him off the island quicker.”

The girls lay there glistening in the bright sun. They were facing each other as they gently talked among themselves. He was watching the waves, the compass, checking the map, and occasionally gazing at their tanned bodies. He would have to move his cock around as he continued to watch them and fantasize about their naked bodies. Which was had to do since they were barely covered as it was.

“Just what do you see in Roger anyway?” Beth asked.

“What do you mean, what do I see in him? Roger is a nice guy, he is smart, and he says he loves me. What more can a girl ask for?” Brooke responded.

“I know, but he is such a geek. I am happy for you and I hope you are happy. But, Book, he is an asshole. He is stuck on himself. Girl, I have seen the other guys you have dated. You can do a lot better. What was that other guys name, Steve or something? He was a hottie. I would have jumped him in a heartbeat.”

“Hey, that is my fiancé you are talking about. And the guy was Stephen; Steve was the guy that helped me with my computer science class. Well, actually, I ended up helping him. Stephen was a hottie and I did jump him. Several times. Steve was gay. Stephen was not, trust me. There were many nights that we would suck and fuck our way to rawness. But I got tired of him. We did it five times in one night, and one of them was in the bathtub. Did you know that it floats?” Brooke was giggling.

“I didn’t know you were that wild. I figured something was going on. I saw the hickie you had on your neck once. I figured you didn’t get Gaziantep Escort it from a curling iron. I knew you must have gotten laid. Wish it would have been me?” Beth answered. Her voice was getting quieter as she talked.

Brooke reached out and ran her hand along Beth’s arm. “Babe, you are a hottie like no other. I think you are drop dead gorgeous and I wish I had your body. Your tits are awesome. You have an ass, girl, that just won’t quit. If I were a guy I would eat you until you passed out or died from dehydration.”

Beth blushed. Her mind was going into over drive with the thought of her sister eating her. She was imagining what it would be like to have her legs spread and to watch her sister bury her face between them and suck on her clit. Or what it would be like to have Book’s tongue in her pussy. Then as her mind shifted, she looked over Brooke and out of squinted eyes saw her dad rearranging his cock inside his pants.

This caused her hips to start to gently sway. The thought of her sister eating her and watching her dad adjust his cock was turning her on. She knew he had a sizeable piece of meat between his legs. She had seen it enough when he was in his bathing suit. Plus she remembered a time when she accidentally walked into her parent’s room as her dad was getting out of the shower. He didn’t she her but did she see him.

“Book, I think daddy likes the view of our thongs. He keeps looking over here at us and has to rearrange himself.” She nodded her head in his direction.

Brooke rose up on her elbows and looked toward the back of the boat. “How much longer until we get there, daddy.” As she rose up, her tits became mostly visible. She had loosened the tops straps of her suit so she could adjust it so there wouldn’t be any tan lines.

Brian was indeed watching his girls. When Brooke rose up to speak to him, her small tits were visible. He could see her whole breast. Her nipples were pointing out and she had areoles about the size of a fifty-cent piece. “It will be about another three hours at this speed, baby. Lay back and enjoy the sun. We will have a hike to get to the site once we dock.”

Beth also noticed her sister’s tits. She licked her lips when Book’s tits sprang into view. This only made her get hotter. Her pussy was starting to cream. Luckily it was hot and the sweat coming off her body was dampening her thong. It would be hard to tell the difference between the sweat and the pussy juice that was beginning to flow from her.

Brooke caught Beth’s stare when she turned around and began to lie back down. “You like looking at my tits, sis?” she asked, waiting just a little longer than necessary before lying down and flattening them out.

“Oh, sorry. Yes, sis, I like your tits. They are small and petite. Not big like mine. Yours don’t get in the way when you do things and you don’t have guys come up to meet your tits and then notice there is a body attached to them. I wish I had tits like yours.”

“Beth, I would die for tits like yours. They are big and tight. You don’t have to wear a bra. You can pass the pencil test any day. If I had your body and, especially, your tits, I would die a happy woman. Yeah, guys look at your tits. They also look at your ass. I know I do, you have a great ass and awesome tits. I wish I had them.” Brooke was eyeing her kid sister. She always loved her sister. She loved her not in just a sisterly way either. She loved to watch her baby sister when she was cheerleading in her tiny costume. She loved to go to her sister’s games, especially basketball. Her sister would run and jump and her tits would bounce all over the place.

“Girl, when you put on a pair of jeans, your ass is truly the picture that tells a thousand words,” she told Beth. All this talk about Beth was getting Brooke hot. Now it was her turn to squirm as she ran her eyes down her sister’s perfect body. Her body was getting turned on with the sight. She ran her hand down her sides to adjust her bathing suit and When she brought it around to adjust the crotch, she casually grazed her pussy. Her clit was sticking out. She was fortunate to have a larger than normal clit.

As her hand ran over her clit, she gave a quiet “mmmmm.”

“Are you okay, Book? You seem occupied,” she asked.

“Yes, I am fine. Just enjoying your company and the sun.” she lied. “Ok, back to the conversation, just what is wrong with Roger?”

“Baby, he is a jerk. He is also a klutz. He can’t walk from one room to another without running into something. What has he got that is so special that you would want him? You could have anyone you wanted. But if you are happy, then I am happy. But you can do better,” Beth stated.

“I know but he kind of grew on me. And he has a big cock. It is just the right size, not as big as dad’s but…..”

“You have seen dad’s cock?” Beth jumped in.

“Yeah, have you?”

“Me too. I saw him one day when he was getting in the shower. I was bringing up some of mom’s laundry and he was getting in. I don’t think he saw me because I was behind their door and saw his reflection in the mirror through crack in the door and the doorframe. It is huge. No wonder mom’s nipples are hard all the time. I would be too if I was getting a cock that big.” Brooke recounted.

“Yeah, it is huge. I saw him getting out of the shower. Man, what a cock. I wish I could have something like that for my very own.” Beth was getting hotter. Now her thoughts were of her sister eating her and her father slipping that huge cock between her legs. Her pussy was flowing a steady river of cream into her thong.

“We should Gaziantep Escort Bayan change the subject. It is wrong to think of our dad that way. But trust me I have had the same thought. It would be nice to have a huge dick like that spreading my pussy wide and pumping into me hard. But if I can’t have something like that then I will have to settle for second, third or even fourth place. Roger is a good guy. But I think I never should have agreed to marry him.”

At that moment Roger decided to emerge from the cabin below. He thought he should make his presence known since he was going to be part of the family. He really didn’t like Mr. Williams all that much but since he was invited on the trip he should at least try to act like he did.

He had in his hands a cold soda and brought it to Brian. “Here, dad, you might like this”, he stated.

Brian’s skin crawled at the mention of the word “dad” coming out of his mouth. He didn’t know what to do, slap the crap out of him or lean over the rail and throw up. But for the sake of Brooke, he accepted it. “Thanks, s-s-son”. Again he wanted to puke. Yes, that was the feeling, puke.

Roger, moved forward to wear the girls were laying. He leered at their tanned exposed bodies. Brooke and her ass, Beth and her great ass and great big tits. Why couldn’t Brooke have her sister’s tits and ass? What she had was great but he was an ass and tit man. Brooke had them but Beth had cornered the market in that department. The only thing better was their mom. His dick started to rise at the thought of her mom lying there with the same type suit on. The only thing that the girls had that made them better was one thing. Well, actually 210 million things. And once he married Brooke it would be partly his. Maybe he could convince her to get a boob job after they married.

Roger met Brooke at a computer science fair. They started talking and after a few weeks, he asked her out for a date. It was not until the third date that he got into her tight panties. He also got into her tight pussy. It was mostly tight because of the size of his cock.

He was proud of his manhood. He was about 7″ long and thick. Not soda can thick but thick enough to stretch out the pussies he fucked. They had dated for about three or four months when he was about to break it off to try and get in this freshman’s panties. She was a blond airhead but had a set of tits that had to be 40DD. They were awesome and she was showing interest. He was tutoring her in basic computer science and she was coming on to him. He was going to tutor her in human science especially the mating habits of Homo erectus.

And then Brooke’s parents hit the lotto. He knew right then that if he didn’t act fast he was going to lose out on all the money. He proposed to Brooke over dinner three days after the wining numbers were drawn. Now he had the best of all worlds, money. And he had Brooke to go along with it.

“Hi, Bunny,” he called to Brooke. Beth rolled away from Brooke and stuck out her tongue and tried not to gag.

“Hi, baby. What are you doing?” Brooke replied as she watched Beth roll over. She knew what she was doing and stifled a laugh.

“I thought I would come out and see what everyone was doing. I gave your dad a soda. Is there anything I can get you? How about you Beth, can I do anything to, I mean, for you?” he replied knowing he what he mistakenly said.

“No, thanks. I am going to go below and potty. Then I think I will write in my journal. I am keeping a journal of our trip. Something to remember when I am old.” She raised herself up and quickly adjusted her bathing suit top. She didn’t want to let Roger she her tits, or her ass. She had seen enough of him drooling over her right in front of her sister and it disgusted her. She wanted to try out some of the moves her brother and father showed her on Roger, the dickhead. She knew she could kick his candy ass any day. Hell, even her father’s invalid mother could kick his ass.

She did see out of the corner of her eye that Roger was leering at her tits. She brought herself to her knees and leaned over to get her nearby wrap. She knew as she leaned that Roger was leering at her swaying tits and exposed ass. “Fucking jerk and right in front of Brooke. Most guys would die to have someone as sweet as Brooke. We all know you just want her money, fucker” she thought.

After she tied her wrap around her waist she stood up and started to walk past Roger. Just as she neared him and started to pass a small wave hit the side of the boat causing her to bump into Roger. She couldn’t help herself, her hand stabbed out in a fingertip thrust her brother taught her and caught Roger right under the floating rib. Then as she pulled back and reeled from the wave, she curled her fingers and slightly pulled on the ribs.

Roger let out a “humph” and then a yelp of pain. “Ouch, that hurt.”

“Ooops, I am sorry, Roger. The wave threw me into you. Are you okay?” she asked with mock concern.

Brooke saw what happened and rolled her head away from that action. She coughed to conceal her laugh.

“I am fine, you just caught me off guard. The waves are rough out here,” he stated with as much bravado as he could muster. “Be careful and don’t fall overboard.”

“I won’t,” she replied, with a silent “jerk” at the end of the sentence.

Beth moved to the stern of the boat and met her dad drinking his soda. “Hi, daddy, everything okay with you. You need anything?” she asked as she reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. Her 5’4″ body was quite a bit shorter than her dad’s 6’1″ frame. As she Escort Gaziantep leaned into him her tits ran along his bare chest and her nipples instantly reacted. This was something else that sent her pussy on fire after talking with her sister.

“I don’t need anything right now, babe. Thanks for asking. I do need to do one thing though,” he replied.

“What is that, my wonderful father?” she answered.

“I need to work with you on your fingertip thrusts. You should have hit him hard enough that it knocked his ass overboard and he would have become shark bait. That is about all the prick is good for. I saw the punch. Just wish it had been me,” Brian stated with a smirk on this face.

“You saw that!”

Brian nodded his head and smiled.

Beth reached over and kissed him again, this time putting her hand on his arm. As she did her fingernails brushed against this nipple. It sent a shiver and cold chill through his body.

Bethany turned and entered the lower cabin and knew her dad was watching her ass as she moved down the tight corridor. Without looking back she gave her ass a little wiggle to give her dad something to think about as he steered the boat.

Brian did indeed watch Beth’s ass as she walked away. And he did notice her wiggle ass. If she had turned around right after that, she would have seen him gently stroke his hardening cock and adjust it in his pants.

Bethany moved down the small corridor and into the kitchen area. Resting on the small eating table was her backpack that held her toiletries and other personal items. She picked it up and continued forward to the small room that served as a forward crew cabin that was under the front part of the boat, right at the bow and shut the privacy door. She reached inside the backpack and retrieved her diary she kept of the trip.

She had diary of the family’s trip to Tahiti. She thought it would be neat to keep a record of the events and everything that happened. She pulled out the diary and then fished around inside the pack to get a pen. Once she had pen and paper in hand, she sat down on the small bunk mattress and leaned against the bulkhead of the boat. With her back to the bulkhead she could feel the impact of the waves against the sides and the hum of the powerboat engines pushing it along the water.

‘Day 4 – The Tahiti Adventure Today daddy rented a powerboat to take us to some small island he read about that had some ancient worship site on it. Book and I wanted to go to see it with dad and to lie out and work on our tans. Plus we would get to do some snorkeling and swimming in the ocean for a change instead of the pool. Yesterday we went down to the beach to swim and it was great. However, they said a storm was coming and it caused the water to be murky, not like it was when we first got here. It was clear but you had to go out further to see the bottom. All the wave action was stirring up the silt. Mom and Dylan stayed behind and decided not to go. Every since mom got on the tennis kick that is all she wants to do. Plus she said that small boats give her motion sickness. Dylan offered to stay behind. I really think he wanted to check out the girl from dinner last night. I know she sure as hell was checking him out. Well so was I. He had on this tank top and shorts. I hate to say this about my older brother, but he is getting to be a real hottie. I know, I know, you aren’t supposed to think about things like that about your brother, but day-um, he is hot. If I wasn’t his sister, I would jump his butt in a heartbeat. He was looking so hot last night. Anyway, mustn’t think about such things. The only thing bad about the trip was Roger came along. I can’t for the life of me figure out what Book sees in that jerk. And man, is he a jerk. I wish we would have left his ass at home but Book wanted him to come. I know dad would like to have left him too. I know dad hates him but he loves us and wants us to be happy. He would be happy if Roger fell overboard. Actually I almost made him. We made a stupid comment, like when doesn’t he, he does it every time he opens his mouth, the jerk. Anyway he made this comment and as I went by him a wave knocked me into him and well, I sucker punched him. He almost fell overboard. Damn. The only reason he is with Book is he thinks he is going to get her part of dad’s money when we get our inheritance. If I know daddy, that isn’t going to happen. I wish she would dump the jerk. However, Book and I had an interesting talk. We were lying there with our thongs on and just chatting. She was telling how I was beautiful and I was telling her. We were talking about guys and she talked about sex. She told me that if she were a guy she would be all over me. I wish she would be all over me. I love my sister. I also love my brother, mom and dad. But it is something different about Book. She doesn’t have as big of tits as I do but I love the rest of her. She reached out and touched my arm and my pussy just creamed. It took everything I had to not reach down and start rubbing myself or reaching over and touching her. I was so hot, I thought I would melt. Then we talked about dad. We both said that we had seen dad’s cock. We both agree that it is the biggest we had seen. When I was telling Book about my time seeing it I happened to see dad over her body. Dad was staring at us and I watched him readjust his cock. We must have been getting him hard. We don’t have much to hide in these new thongs. I am surprised mom let us buy them. But she, Book, touched my arm. I creamed my thong. Oops, I already wrote that. Oh well, I did. I would love for her to have touched my pussy and I would love to have touched hers. I have never tasted a pussy but I was, then I would like for it to be hers. I would love to eat that. I would eat that in front of Grandma. Well I have babbled long enough. I will write more later this evening after we head back from the island. I need to go see what everyone is doing. Later.’

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