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This is the 3rd Chapter in a much longer story. For your maximum enjoyment it is suggested you read Weeks 01 and 02 first.

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The way my work shifts played out, our second week ended with little opportunity for any further meaningful encounters. But I did get one chance to watch Mary through the door jamb — and I knew she was aware I was watching as I wanked myself to orgasm which made it all the more exciting.

However, I had made sure that my work commitments for the next week were less demanding. I only had 2 full day shifts and all the other shifts were in the evenings when Mary and I would not have any chance to get together anyway.

On Monday morning I woke, and my usual morning erection was far more urgent than usual. I resisted the natural urge to rub one out — I wanted to save all my juices for Mary — either directly with her or when she knew I was watching her. But I did not know if she would want me to do anything — she had, after all, told me I had to wait for her to make the first move. It is fair to say I was praying hard that she was as randy as I was….

I went down to the bathroom and stepped into the tub and had a quick shower — my cock remained semi-erect throughout and I had not been able to pee at all. I shaved and cleaned my teeth and, wrapped in a towel, started to make my way back to my room.

When I came into the kitchen, Mary was at the table eating some breakfast. “Hi” I said, “how are you?” It sounded so trite but I was unsure how to proceed. God, I wanted to reach out and touch her so much but I wasn’t sure what she wanted. I sat down at the table — making sure my towel covered all it was meant to, after all I didn’t want to cause any negative reactions. “I’m fine thanks” she said, “it’s going to be a good day I think.” I took a double take. Did she mean what I thought — no, what I hoped — she meant? But I couldn’t tell from anything in her expression or her voice.

Mary got up and took her dish to the sink and rinsed it out. Turning back to me, she leant against the sink. “What are we going to do later? I think I may go out to the shops, there’s some things I need.”

I tried to work out what she was implying, if anything. I so much wanted to reach out for her but I didn’t want to put a foot wrong. “That sounds good” I managed to croak out. “I’ll come with you if you like. I could do with some fresh air.” Nothing was further from the truth but I had to say something….

I looked at Mary closely. She was wearing a mini skirt stretched tight across her ample butt with a white blouse snuggling across her large breasts. She had on some white bobbie-socks and her shoulder length brown hair was tied back into a ponytail. My mouth was suddenly very dry and I had to struggle to generate some moisture to lick my lips. “Hey, that would be great” she replied. “You can help me choose some clothes!” She leant slightly further back against the sink, drawing her blouse even tighter across those magnificent tits and causing her skirt to ride up even higher.

My mind was racing and I would have agreed to anything at that moment. She looked fantastic and I was desperate to simply ravish her.

She moved her legs slightly so they were further apart. The movement made me look down at her hips and I gasped. Her skirt had ridden up and I was sure that she had no underwear on under her skirt. I could see a dark shadow but I knew it could not be the knickers she usually wore. I was suddenly fully erect and I could feel my pre-cum trickling down the length of my shaft. I tried to lick my lips again — unsuccessfully.

Mary moved her legs even further apart and leant even further back. This time there was no mistake — I could clearly see the lips of her pussy and some of the bushy hair between her legs.

Like a zombie I stood up and did not even notice the towel drop from my waist. I stood there totally naked with my erection bobbling skywards. Dribbles of pre-cum were running around my balls and onto my thighs. “Ma…Ma…Ma…Mary….” I stammered but could not continue. She just stood there watching me with a satisfied smile on her face.

I took a couple of steps forward, trying to think of something to say but nothing came out. She spread her legs a little further – clearly the mini skirt was constricting her movements — and more of her thighs came into view. I stepped further forward until I was right in front of her. I reached my right hand out and touched her thigh.

“Mmmmm” she cooed. I moved my hand further up her thigh, pushing her skirt up over her thighs until it was bunching around the bottom of her large arse. I looked down and knew I had been right, she didn’t have any underwear on and her pussy was now fully open to me.

I moved my other hand forward and cradled her pussy in my palm. Her juices were already running and her hairs were soaking with her sticky, musty nectar. Given more freedom with her skirt now almost to her waist Mary kurtuluş escort could open her legs even wider. I slipped my finger in between her pussy lips and deep into her vagina. “Aaaah” she moaned, “lovely.” She bucked her hips forward against my hand, forcing my finger deeper into her. At the same time she reached out and took my tumescent cock into her hand.

I moved my right hand up to her waist and pulled her to me. I held her as tight against me as I could, revelling in the feel of her chest against mine, with her breasts pushing through her blouse and against my skin. She gently stroked my cock and pushed her breasts forward hard into my chest. I could tell she didn’t have a bra on and her tiny nipples were so hard they felt like little pebbles under her blouse.

With one hand still pumping into Mary’s cunt I moved the other hand up between us to start unbuttoning her blouse. As the buttons came undone the blouse started to open out revealing her large, firm breasts and those small ball bearing nipples. I pulled the blouse out of the waist of her skirt so that it hung open from her shoulders. I could now feel her naked tits rubbing across my chest.

Mary pushed me away to create some space between us, allowing her to turn round and to lean forward over the sink. She planted her legs as wide apart as her tight skirt would let her. I shuffled up tight to that magnificent globular arse and ground my groin against her cheeks. My cock settled neatly into the groove between her arse cheeks, smearing my pre-cum over them.

I reached around her and cupped her large breasts into my hands, kneading and squeezing them and pinching her nipples gently, pulling them out and letting them snap back. “Uuuuuh, yes. Oh that feels so good” Mary moaned. She bent further forward, thrusting her arse back hard against my throbbing erection.

She wiggled her arse and my cock slipped down and between her thighs so that it was rubbing along her pussy lips and up against her clit. “Yes, oh yes. Put it inside me” she said as her hand reached down between us to grab the head of my cock and position it against the entrance to her pussy. I felt her push backwards again and I responded by pushing slowly forward. I could feel my cock sliding in between the outer lips of her cunt and deep inside her. “I love the feel of your cock pushing its way into me” Mary said. “I love to feel it go all the way up inside me.”

“Oh Mary….” I burbled. I bottomed out deep inside her and, responding to her rhythms, I started to pump backward and forward. I felt her fingers brushing against my shaft on each stroke and realised that she was playing with her clitty in time with our fucking. I was still squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples as I pumped her from behind. I looked down and marvelled at the shape of her beautiful buttocks and the two dimples she had on either side of her back where her waist joined her arse. I could see the puckering rose of her butt hole and longed for the chance to explore that further.

I could hear our flesh slapping together on my in strokes and there was a definite squishing noise each time I pulled out. “Oh yes, Mary. I love fucking you. Your cunt is so wet and warm and sticky. My cock feels so good inside you. I love this so much” I gabbled. I kept repeating these endearments over and over as my excitement grew and grew. The feeling of my balls slapping hard against her arse was stupendous. I could not believe this was the third time I was fucking my sister and it felt so right and natural.

She was also muttering away to herself. “Oh please. Fuck me hard. Push that cock deep inside me. Oh yes, you are stretching my pussy so wide, it’s lovely” We were both getting nearer and nearer to orgasm. I could feel her fingers flying over her clitty now as I sped up my pumping into her wet and sticky tunnel.

“Ohhh god, that’s so good. Don’t stop! I’m going to come so hard” she cried. And then Mary bucked backwards hard and let out a small scream as she came. I could feel her juices squirting out onto my cock and balls and she was trying to close her legs tight, her pussy again spasming on my shaft.

The sensations within her pussy were so intense that it immediately pushed me over the edge. “Yes, that’s sooo good. I’m coming, I’m coming” I cried out as I rammed as deep into her as I could go and I felt my cock spurt huge gobs of spunk deep inside her pussy. I kept pumping as my cock kept constricting and pulsing out all my jism to mingle with her wet, sticky juices. “Aaaaah” I sighed and slumped over her back, gently cradling her tits and trying to recover my equilibrium.

Slowly we both regained our faculties. I stood up and pulled myself away from Mary — my sticky flesh was covered with our mingling juices. Mary stood up and turned to face me. She looked even more gorgeous to me with her blouse wide open, her breasts thrusting forward and slightly bruised from my ministrations and her skirt scrunched levent escort up around her waist. As I looked down at her still gaping pussy I saw a trickle of my spunk and her juices leak out from her lips.

“Mmmm” she said. “THAT was sooo nice.”

I grinned a little foolishly, feeling rather smug with myself. “It WAS something special” I replied.

Mary moved towards the bathroom. “We had better get cleaned up” she suggested. “Come along.”

I followed her into the bathroom and watched her strip off her clothes, climb into the tub and turn the shower on. As she held her body under the water she looked at me closely. My cock was by now deflated and I suddenly felt the urge to piss, remembering that I had not been able to do so earlier due to my erection.

“Mary” I said, slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry but I really do need to pee.”

“Okay, don’t mind me” she said, with a little secret smile on her face.

A little self-consciously I stood at the toilet bowl, which was sideways on to her. I pointed my cock down and relaxed and let out a stream of urine. I had held it so long that there was so much to drain — the stream kept coming and coming and, when it eventually slowed, I pumped more and more out in little squirts until I was fully drained. Finally stopping I noticed that Mary was watching in something of a trance. “I’ve never seen a boy pee before” she whispered. “That’s really cool.”

She started and seemed to regain herself, finished soaping and rinsing her body and got out of the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping herself with it. “Get a move on, we need to go out. You did promise to come with me” she said.

She walked off towards her room and I climbed into the tub and had another quick shower. I also grabbed a towel and went off to my room to get dressed. I was thinking how wonderful her arse had looked from behind as I was fucking her and how beautiful I thought she looked when she was tousled and sweaty after we had finished making love. And I couldn’t get out of my head her transfixed stare at me as I was peeing. Clearly that had excited her too, and the thought of her excitement also excited me.

When we were both ready we went out to catch a bus to the town centre. Mary had changed her skirt and blouse but otherwise was dressed the same — her skirt was stretched tight across her buttocks and it seemed when she walked that they were fighting against the constraint in order to escape. Her blouse, pink now, was again very tight but I could now clearly see the outlines of a bra. I guessed she was also wearing some knickers and felt a little deflated — I couldn’t blame her as we were going out in public but I couldn’t help feeling a little regret. She still had on her bobbie-socks and a pair of trainers — she looked perfect to me!

Sitting on the bus I squeezed as tightly against her as modesty would allow — the fact the bus was very busy made that easier. I sneakily moved my hand to stroke up and down her thigh next to mine and I felt her respond by pushing her thigh harder against my fingers.

All too soon we got off the bus outside the shopping centre and went in. I dreamily followed Mary wherever she wanted to go, too wrapped up in thoughts of our morning encounter to care where she went.

We must have gone into a dozen stores and Mary bought various items, pretending to ask my opinion although I don’t recall much of what I said, and we eventually ended up in a large department store. “Now I’m going to need your help” Mary said as she made a bee line for the lingerie section. I looked around confused, feeling very self-conscious with all the lacey bras and knickers and suspender belts hanging on stands right in front of me. Surely men were not allowed to look at this sort of underwear in public? I swallowed hard, trying to lubricate my dry throat.

“Ooooh look, aren’t these nice?” she said, holding up some skimpy lacey garments that looked totally see through to me. “Do you like them?” “Umm, yes I guess” I stammered back.

Mary spent a good thirty minutes wandering through the racks picking up various items and asking me what my opinion was. I was almost dying from embarrassment and wished she would just buy what she wanted and spare my blushes. Eventually she had a handful of items and went off to the changing rooms. “I’d ask you to come in and tell me what you think, but I guess they wouldn’t like it” she laughed as she went in.

She came out after another a quarter of an hour and looked very happy with herself. She had a glint in her eye and seemed very pepped up. She went to the cash desk and paid for her items and we left the shop. “Come on” she said. “Let’s grab a late lunch.” We found ourselves a café and had a sandwich and a coffee and sat talking for almost an hour.

It all felt so natural, so relaxed and I felt more confident than I had done on any date I had been on. I leant forward and said quietly, so other diners would not maçka escort hear “Mary, this is so nice. I’m not even thinking of you as my sister. It’s like we are on a date but without the pressure if you know what I mean.” She smiled at me. “I feel the same” she said. “I can’t wait for the next time we are alone as I have some things to show you that I think you’ll like.” She motioned to her shopping bag as she said this and her face lit up with a warm and teasing smile.

My heart flipped and my cock twitched in my jeans. I knew I would have to wait as I had to work the next day but my imagination was already running away with me. I paid the bill and we walked out to get the bus back home. I needed to change into my work uniform and make my way to the supermarket to start my evening shift. As we sat together on the bus I felt her hand this time squeezing my thigh and working itself discreetly beneath her shopping bags to rub across the swelling in my groin. I closed my eyes and let out a silent sigh of pleasure.

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I had to work that evening and I was working a day shift on the Tuesday and so had little opportunity to be alone with Mary. We did pass a couple of times in the kitchen and we brushed our hands or ‘accidently’ allowed our bodies to touch as we did so. It was very titillating and my cock was almost permanently half erect whenever I was around her.

On Wednesday morning I awoke full of anticipation. Mary had implied that there would be something special today so I was somewhat deflated when I went downstairs to find a note saying she had needed to pop out on some errands and would be back for lunchtime. But there was nothing for it but to get on with the day. I finished the few chores I had and decided to tidy my room.

It was late morning when I suddenly heard Mary behind me say “Hi, good to see you are so domesticated!” I hadn’t heard her arrive back home and I turned to see her smiling mischievously at me. She was dressed in a yellow summer dress with straps over her shoulders and a tight fitting bodice section stretched tight over her full breasts and then it flared out over her wide hips and prominent butt, coming down to mid-calf. She had on tights and some flat pumps. Her hair was loose but held back from her face by a matching yellow alice band.

She bounced forward cheerfully and sat down on the edge of my bed. “So Adam, what shall we do today…?” she said coquettishly, looking up at me from under her lashes. I swallowed hard; I wanted to just reach out and grab her but was still held back by the restrictions she had placed on me. I had to wait for her to make the first move. “Mary. It’s not fair…” I started. But she held up her hand, her face became serious and she stood up and moved to me. She put her hands around behind my head and pulled my face to hers and I felt her lips brush across mine.

I hesitated and started to pull back — this was my sister! Should I really start kissing my sister? But her lips were still brushing over mine and I felt her warm breath. Her lips parted slightly and I felt the tip of her tongue slide across my lips. What the hell! I have already made love to my sister so what could possibly be wrong with kissing her? My lips opened and my tongue came out to run across hers. Suddenly I snapped and pulled her tightly to me and started kissing her hard. My tongue forced its way into her wet and willing mouth and we were kissing deeply, erotically and passionately. Mary was moaning back into my mouth, her own tongue was intertwining with mine and we were both growing more and more excited.

My hands were running up and down her back and I felt the zipper to her dress under my fingers. Snagging the zipper I started to pull it down to her waist. This made Mary kiss me harder as her excitement grew. With the zipper undone I was able to push the straps from her shoulder and Mary pulled away from me slightly, breaking our kiss and allowing the top of her dress to fall down to her waist, revealing her huge breasts clad in a lacey, semi transparent black bra that pushed her breasts upwards and together. They looked magnificent and I brought my hands up to cup them and to squeeze the firm flesh through her bra.

Mary reached behind her to pull her zipper further down so that it allowed her dress to fall to the floor and I could see her standing there in her underwear and my heart almost stopped such was the sight that greeted me. She was wearing very flimsy, skimpy knickers that matched her bra and a suspender belt holding up what were clearly not the tights I thought she had on but a pair of silky stockings. This was obviously part of her shopping spree earlier in the week.

“Do you like?” she asked as she kicked her dress away from her feet and stood there with her hand on her hip and her hips thrust forward in a most alluring pose. “I got them just for you.”

“Oh God,” I gasped. “You look fantastic.” And she did — her knickers were drawn tight across her large butt and the gusset was pulling up tight between the cheeks of her arse. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply again, my hands caressing across her body, from her breasts to her waist, around and across those wonderful buttocks. I just couldn’t get enough of the feel of her.

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It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, but I can tell that you haven’t changed a bit. You’re still as good looking as ever and seem a lot more at ease with yourself than compared to the last time we met. We sit outside of Starbucks chatting away, my fingertips absentmindedly stroking the swell of my breast above the confines of my black spaghetti strap top. My legs are crossed and stretched out since my knee was bugging me yet again. Though it hurt in part to the height of the black leather boots that I’m wearing, silver “studs” lining the seam of where the leather stops and the outer sole of my shoe begins. My blue jeans are tucked into my boots, and cling to my legs like a second skin. I have my grey hoodie on, unzipped except for an inch that keeps it closed over my black belt, though the hood is resting on the shelf that my thick chestnut ponytail makes.

I notice that your eyes follow the trail my fingertips are following around and across my chest and I smile slightly, my eyes darkening as a devilish idea pops into my head. I make a suggestion that we head back to my place, since I know that my family will be gone for a while seeing as how my sister is out shopping with her boyfriend and my mother has work all day. We climb into our respective vehicles and you follow me back to my place.

As I walk up to unlock the door you come up behind me and grind your hips into my ass, already showing signs of how aroused you were at the mere thought of being able to take me after all these years. I purr in my throat as I turn the lock in the door and open it, barely able to punch in the pass code for the alarm before you have me pinned to the wall and your mouth on mine. I gasp in between kisses, pretending to struggle against your hands even though I know resistance is futile. After a steamy make out session against my front door, I push away from the door, suggesting we take it into my room before anything gets any hotter.

We go up to my room and my two little “daughters” run to the cage door and beg for a treat. With a soft coo I give them each a yogurt drop, turning to see you watching me half amused at how I baby my rats. I pull an exasperated face at you and laughingly usher the rats back into the cage.

By the time I turn around you’ve already gotten your shirt off and are watching my face for my reaction. I can almost feel my eyes dilate as I rake my gaze over your upper body, etiler ucuz escort my lower lip in my mouth as I drink in the look of you. I walk towards you, unzipping the hoodie and tossing it to the side, trailing my nails down your chest when I get close enough to you. I pinch and twist your nipples, smiling slowly as I hear you moan softly at the touch. Your hands go to my back and feel around the bottom of my tank top, and I step back and let you remove the top, gazing at my breasts while they are offered up within the black push up bra I was wearing.

I run my fingers over my breasts again, purring and smiling, but gasping as you suddenly start to kiss and suckle the exposed flesh. A shuddered breath escapes my lips as your clever tongue dips between the fabric and my skin to tease at my nipple and areola. You reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, slowly sliding the straps off my back and discarding in the growing pile of clothes. I reach downwards and remove my boots, kicking them off to the side, noticing that your shoes and socks were already off. I unbuckle my belt and peal my jeans off, revealing white lace thong that barely covers the fact that my pussy is shaved completely. I head your chuckle of amusement and satisfaction and it’s my turn to watch you remove your pants, smiling at the strain in your boxer briefs.

You remove your underwear and I wet my lips and stare hungrily at your cock. It throbs with each heartbeat and pulse of your body and I slid my hands down your body to take the weight into my palm. With a nip on the shoulder I go down on you, licking your cock head until you groan, slowly pressing my mouth over your cock, swirling my tongue as far around your cock as I can. All of a sudden, I bite down, not too hard but enough to know that you feel it, which is evident by the surprised groan that pours from your throat as I graze my teeth back up your shaft and over your throbbing cockhead. By now my pussy is wet and dripping and literally aching for a touch, any touch.

You look down at me with a compelling fire in your eyes and I stand up, letting your wet cock slide between my breasts and down my stomach, my face tilted upwards to watch your eyes. You groan and capture my face in your hands, kissing me hard, and your tongue dancing with mine. Suddenly you back me up so that the back of my knees hit my bed and you push me etiler üniversiteli escort down onto the mattress. I bounce with a started gasp and look up at you, my eyes dark and hooded. You reach forward and rip my lace panties away, revealing my freshly shaved pussy. The scent of my sex permeates the air and you fall to your knees, forcing my legs apart and breathing on my sensitive cunt.

Your warm breath on the supple flesh makes me tingle all over and I lift my hips in a pleading gesture, not so subtly begging to be eaten. You give me a sly smile and chuckle that male chuckle that drives women insane before you spread my pussy lips apart and lick my cunt slowly, savoring the taste of my honey. I sigh and lay my head back, closing my eyes and reveling in the feel of your mouth on my pussy.

Suddenly I feel suction on my clit and I cry out, my eyes flying open and I look down my body at you, my breath labored and short. I can see you smile even though your mouth is still sucking on my clit, your tongue lapping at the bud as you draw it into your mouth. I shudder with pleasure and then toss my head back as I feel your finger delve into my pussy. I can feel every stroke of your finger and tongue as they move in tandem, bringing me closer and closer to my first orgasm.

I cry out and clench the sheets in my fists as I cum, my thighs falling apart in surrender and you growl your satisfaction. You raise yourself from your knees to lean over me and take my breast in between your teeth, your tongue lapping at the tip the same way you tongued my clit. Pure lightning shoots through my body as you suckle, my hips lifting ever so slightly, a barely contained whimper flowing from my mouth as my eyes close to slits.

My hand reaches between our bodies and quests for your cock, purring with my own satisfaction as I find it and squeeze it, an evil grin on my face as I hear you groan in reaction. I take your cock and slide the head up and down my slit, wetting it with my pussy juices. Almost instinctively you thrust forward, and slid your hard meat into my cunt, my hot sheath enveloping it balls deep. My eyes flutter close as I feel your thick cock fill me completely, just the way I like it. I open my eyes and look dead into yours as I squeeze my sheath around you, and grin in satisfaction when I watch your eye flutter close and your Adam’s fatih escort apple bob as you gulp.

You look down at me, your eyes dark and possessive, and you move slowly, making me feel every inch of your cock move inside of me. My hips lift as you plunge and we find a rhythm, my arms lifted above my head and pressing against the wall so to make sure that I don’t bash my head. Suddenly you pull out and I whimper, even though in the back of my mind I’m giving you brownie points for coming prepared as you slip a condom on over your cock. You crook your finger at me and I stand, a little wobbly.

You grab me roughly and spin me around, taking my ponytail in your hand and pulling, causing me to gasp and groan at the sensation. You bend me over and I feel the latex slip up and down my soaking pussy before sliding inside of me. I’m so much tighter this way, with my legs closed and my back arched that you groan at the mere sensation. In an almost strangled and breathless voice I tell you to fuck me, to just make me scream.

And you do.

You pull my hair back and thrust hard and deep, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. I am awash in feeling as you pound away, grunting and groaning while I scream as little orgasms ripple through my whole being. Suddenly I feel the pressure building and building as you hit my g-spot dead on. On a moan I tell you to keep it right there and you graciously comply, and the pressure builds and builds and suddenly I explode in orgasm. I throw my head back and scream lustily, even as I squirt and shake all over. Even as I quake you slip back inside of me, the undulations of my pussy only stimulating you more as you stroke deep.

On a whim I raise my upper body so that you can kiss and bite my shoulder, as well as fondle my breasts. The angle changes as well and it is even deeper than before. I spread my legs to match your stance and reach one hand down to rub my clit, listening to your breathing change as you come closer to your peak. I whisper one command, and you start to piston me.

The feeling courses through me again and I orgasm/squirt once more as you give one final thrust into me and spill your seed, your groan mingling with my voice as we come together. With quivering thighs that can no longer support me I slump down onto the bed, panting heavily, despite a parched throat. I wet my lips and look over to you as you gingerly lay down on the bed next to me, sweat beading out of every pore of your face, out of breath yourself. I smile slowly and ask cheekily if you feel better. My only answer is a roll of the eyes and a half grin that I knew meant “shut up smart ass”.

I chuckle and lay my head down on a dry patch of sheet and close my eyes, completely exhausted.

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You drive for what seems like hours. Down dark country roads dimly lit by the poor street lighting, it’s hard to make out where you are. Finally you arrive at a huge cottage. The gates open and you drive up to the main doors. He takes your arm in his and leads you into the house. It’s a fine house – with many antiques and paintings. You proceed to the main foyer. A group of people are assembled there all dressed in black cloaks and masks. A man dressed in red also with a mask stands in the middle.

“Let the games begin” he announces. The crowd disperses into different directions. You move with a section of the crowd into a large room. There is a table in the room. A large round table. On the table there are 6 or 7 naked women playing with each other’s bodies. One woman has her legs spread and is silent. Wearing only her mask another woman is licking her pussy. A crowd has gathered around the table and is watching. Just watching – no one is talking – just watching. etiler bdsm escort He leads you around the table and makes you watch for a few minutes. You feel the intensity in the air – 20 people watching these women sucking each other – there bodies intertwined together. The picture is incredibly erotic. You can se the folds of every woman’s pussy – tongues licking every part – cum dripping from some. You feel heat building up inside you – part of you scared part of you wanting to join in.

He whispers in your ear – “I have a lot more in store for you my slave” as he pulls you away from the table leading you into the next room. The next room is filled with different couples. Some are naked – some still in their cloaks. Everyone still wears their masks. A man is on all fours in the middle of the room – a woman lying on his back as another man is pushing his fingers into both there ass holes together. A crowd is gathered around watching them. To your left a woman is moaning as she bounces on top a mans cock. You can see her riding him – his dick disappearing into her pussy. You turn again to watch the couple’s ass. He kneels you down right in front of them as you watch the mans fingers disappear time and time again into their asses.

He picks you up and leads you again to another room. This room is fairly empty about 5 people watch you as you enter the room with him. A man is naked wearing only his mask standing in the center of the room. His legs are spread waiting. A man is beginning to take off his robe and is walking around the naked man. He grabs his ass as he walks around him. etiler elit escort Everyone else in the room is wearing their cloak.

“Take off your cloak” he commands you. You obey letting the cloak fall to the floor exposing your breasts for all to see. You have never been naked in front of so many people before. You anticipate what you are going to be asked to do in front of all these people. Will you be able to perform? You are so hot from all the sexual activity you are willing to do anything. He pulls you towards the man. “Suck him” are his only words. You kneel down – carefully take his balls into your hands and take his cock deep into your mouth. You see a crowd beginning to gather around. Everyone wants to see every detail. You move your tongue over his cock. Letting your spectators see every move of your tongue. You begin to move faster feeling his dick swell in your mouth. You notice the other man has moved to your body he is also now naked. You concentrate on your sucking wanting to please the crowd – afraid of what will happen to you if you do not perform well. The 2nd man moves behind you and pulls your hip so that you are now on all fours. Somehow you know you are not allowed to stop sucking. You have been given the task and must not deviate from it. You move to his balls taking one into your mouth moving from one to the other – licking them all over.

Suddenly you feel the thong being pulled down. You raise your knees to assist him in removing your thong. Still trying to concentrate on your task you move your tongue under his balls. The crowd has now increased there are too etiler escort many people to count. You pussy and ass are now exposed for all to see. Some are bending down closer to your ass to get a better look. Nods of approval go back and forth as the 2nd man expects your goods. Another man removes his cloak. He kneels before your and you feel his tongue lick the rim of your ass. He spreads your ass cheeks wide exposing your hole for all to see. He continues to lick. You feel the heat increase inside you and take the mans dick further into your mouth to muffle your moans. You cannot help it – you have to moan in ecstasy. You feel the tongue move from your ass and inside your pussy. He then pulls away allowing the 3rd man to continue licking you ass.

You feel the cold air on your open ass and you wonder what will happen next. You find out as a man enters your pussy. He is so large you feel your pussy stretch to accommodate him. You lunge forward sucking more of the mans cock – sucking more frantically now wanting to cum. You feel him fill you up – your pussy taking as much as it can – he begins to move faster fucking you harder. The man in your mouth begins to cum – you feel the pre cum in your mouth. You turn to see the masked crowd watching you – taking in every detail. You suck harder as he fucks you harder. You feel him squirt in your mouth – you swallow as he pours his cum down your throat. He shoots inside your pussy – you feel him fill you up and you cum – taking the 2 men’s cum inside you – your mouth and your pussy pushes you over the edge. You cry out but the penis in your mouth muffles your cry. Both me pull out and walk away to be licked of by 2 other women.

Your master picks you up – “The night is not over yet” there are many more rooms to visit” you nod your head and walk with him naked, wearing only you mask in to the next room.

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I’m a twenty nine year old male, married with two children. I had an experience 11 years ago that was like nothing I’d ever done before or since. I was in my senior year of high school living with my Mom and Dad in a Southern California town. I had a steady girlfriend and dated a few others in school, but recently I had broken up with my girlfriend.

I did my share of whacking off to all sorts of porno, and my friends and I would talk about this girl or that, and how we wanted to fuck them. Mostly we talked about it, but me and my close group of buddies are all athletic good looking types, not typical jocks – those guys are assholes – so we got around pretty good and would tend to get laid on a fairly regular basis. At least we thought it was a regular basis.

At 17 going on 18, I had grown to over 6 feet in height and weighed 195 pounds. I worked out at school lifting weights and participating in sports every year. I was definitely in good shape. Broad shoulders, small waist with a washboard belly.

Anyway, when we turned 18, my buddies and I decided we’d all go to one of the local strip clubs and see what it was like, and of course, look at some of the naked ladies there.

A few days before my 18th birthday, I came home and found my parents in the living room talking to a young woman. My Dad looked pissed and my Mom was red-eyed and clutching a tissue. I didn’t know what was going on here but it didn’t seem right. I didn’t know this woman but she looked vaguely familiar.

What really struck me was the top she was wearing and how it made her tits look. I almost couldn’t keep my eyes away from her tits. She was wearing one of those triangular pieces of material that was fastened by thin straps around her neck and back. The material would gather between her tits and kind of hang from one nipple to the other. I’m not sure how to describe it but I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I don’t think you can with a top like that. Anyway, I had seen those tops online on a few of the girls on porn sites. She had a lightweight jacket on to cover the rest of her bare skin, but I knew the type of top she was wearing and was staring hard at her nipples when my Dad snapped me back to reality, “Mike! Wake up bonehead. We’re having a conversation with your sister. Go to your room.”

My sister!… Debbie?!…I didn’t recognize her. She had left home when I was ten and she was 19. She was now 26 years old and looking like a model. Well, more like a lingerie model and a rockstar wrapped up in one. She didn’t look trashy, but she had an attitude that made me think she had been around. She was tall, but not an amazon. Probably around 5’9″, which is kinda tall for a girl, i guess.

My Dad was a big man, I didn’t argue with him unless I wanted my butt seriously kicked. So, I trotted around the corner and down the hall to my bedroom. I tossed by bag and jacket on my bed and slipped off my shoes. I then quietly walked back out and down the hall to where I could hear what they were saying, but they couldn’t see me.

I heard Debbie saying she broke up with her boyfriend and had moved back to town. She was living with a girlfriend that had helped her get a job waitressing at a local club. My Dad asked where, but Debbie was reluctant to say at first. I heard Dad say, “Listen little girl, if you want your Mom and I to loan you some money, then you’ll tell us everything. Where are you working and where are you living?”

Debbie squeaked out that she was working at The Dinger. “Holy shit,” I thought. That’s a strip club, and from what I hear from my buddy’s older brother, one of the best around. She said she was in an apartment a couple of blocks from there, living with a girlfriend.

My Dad was pissed and my Mom started crying. He knew exactly what The Dinger was all about. He was not happy and he told her so. I couldn’t see Debbie but I could tell she was nervous and her voice was kinda shaky. She said she probably wouldn’t work there too much longer, just long enough to make a little cash before she gets a better job. She needed clothes and some money to fix her car.

I heard Dad thumb off some bills and say, “Here’s a hundred dollars, and if I hear that Steve is living with you or you are still with him and giving him money. I swear I will come over and cut off his balls and officially disown you.” At that my Mom bellowed and cried. I was shaking in my socks. He was pissed off! “Now, get outa here and try to make something of your self. Look what you’ve done to your Mother.”

“I’m sorry,” Debbie said. “Thanks, Dad…I’m just gonna poke my head around the corner and say hi to Mikey before I leave.” Dad grunted, but didn’t say anything. I heard Debbie pick up her purse as I bolted back to my room and flew on to my bed in a relaxed postion, just as she walked in the door.

“Hey Mikey, I didn’t know who that was walking in the door earlier until Mom said it was you. I can’t believe how much you’ve grown! You must etiler otele gelen escort be 18 by now, huh?”

“I turn 18 this Friday…. Where have you been all this time?” I sat up on the edge of my bed while she walked over and sat down next to me. I got a good smell of her perfume and saw her tits wiggle inside that loose top. My cock started to swell and my jeans got tight around my groin. Her perfume was intoxicating. I could have smelled it on the dog and got a boner.

“I messed up,” she said. “Steve, my stupid boyfriend, fucked up my car and started cheating on me. It wasn’t the first time, and some of my new girlfriends convinced me to leave. So I did. And here I am. The rest is a long story, and one of these days I’ll tell it to you. Right now I gotta go.”

“Wait a minute, are we ever gonna see you again?” She reached in her purse and pulled out a business card. As she did, I got a good long look at her tits bouncing around inside that flimsy top as she struggled to fish the card out of her purse. She wrote a number on the back of the card and handed it to me. I took it and saw it was a card from The Dinger. It said Bambi on it and I looked at her with a puzzled look. “Oh, that’s just a card from the one of the girls I work with. I’m a cocktail waitress there. The number on the back is my cell phone. I really gotta go, bye”

She reached up and gave me a big hug. I could feel her practically bare tits crush against my chest. I got a huge blast of her perfume as I stuck my head in her hair and neck. My cock was trying to rip my pants wide open. As we parted I saw her look down at the bulge in my pants. She looked back up and said, “Geez Mikey, you sure have grown into a big, strong handsome young man…. the girls must be going wild.” She looked back down at my bulge as she spun around and headed out the door.

I watched her walk out of my room with her skintight jeans and her long blonde hair flowing and her lingering perfume in the air. I quickly closed my door and ripped off my jeans to free my stiff cock. I looked at the card and read it again… “The Dinger – Bambi.” Oh fuck, I can’t believe it. My sister works at The Dinger? Even though she only serves drinks there, my heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing at the thought of my beautiful older sister working in a place with so many naked girls.

I grabbed some lube from my side table and squirted some on my painfully hard penis. As soon as I put my fingers around my cock, it jerked in my hand and grew even larger. I stroked a few times and picked up the card she had given me. I put it to my nose and whiffed. Oh, jeezus, I could smell her perfume. Just then I opened my eyes and glanced down to see a cell phone laying on the floor. It wasn’t mine. I picked it up and looked at it. I thought, it must be Debbie’s, it must have fallen out of her purse when she got the card out. I sniffed it, fuck, everything of hers smelled like that perfume.

I didn’t have time to prepare for what was about to happen. That feeling of no return was already building inside my loins, I groaned and started to buck my hips when my door suddenly creaked open. I looked up to see my sister’s head pop through with a very surprised look on her face. My sister was looking right at a scene no one else had ever seen but me. Her eyes were wide open and locked on my hard cock. It was too late to do anything about it. The large, erect penis that was pointing right at my older sister shot out the first blast of cum right in her direction.

She let out a tiny gasp and started to slide through the door. I looked down to see what she saw… My left hand around my spurting cock and my other hand holding the card and her cell phone. I looked back at Debbie and she had slithered through the door and closed it softly behind her. She just stood there staring at my cum-spurting cock. I looked at those tits and forgot where I was. All I could think about were her tits, her perfume and the feeling of my hard cock cumming right in front of her.

Cum was spurting out all over the rug between me and my sister. She was watching it come out in streams and globs, landing on the rug here and there. She seemed to be on her tip toes with her shoulders in a shrug and her mouth and eyes wide open in awe. She finally gasped, “God, Mikey…. is all that cum because of me?” I could only grunt a reply.

When my cock stopped cumming. I blinked back to reality and looked up in Debbie’s eyes. She blinked too and said, “Wow, little brother, that was some show you just put on. I’m sorry, I dropped my phone. I’ll just get that from you and be on my way.” She stepped forward, took her cell phone from my hand and said with a big smile and a wink, “I’ll let you get back to what you were doing.”

She slithered out my door and closed it quietly. I slumped back on my bed and finally took a deep breath. I could not believe what just happened. My older sister etiler rus escort that I hadn’t seen since I was a little boy had just got a close up and personal show of my half naked body, my fist around my hard cock, and it cumming all over the place.

All the next day I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened in my room. It gave me a boner just to think of it. That night I whacked off again to the vision of my big sister actually watching me cum in the privacy of my room. I even fantasized about her hands on my cock making me cum. The more I thought about her, the more elaborate my fantasies became. I was soon dreaming of my older sister totally nude, sucking my cock and the two of us fucking with me spraying my cum all over her body.

I wondered when I would ever see my sister again.

I had never told my buddies about her. My parents were always so ashamed of her they rarely talked about her and discouraged any conversation about her. After seven years she was pretty much forgotten in my mind. I was too little to remember much about her anyway, after all that time.

When the end of the week came around, my buddies and I were planning our night out at the strip club. I was the last one of us to turn 18, and it was this Friday. Saturday night we’d go out to one of the clubs and check out some hot babes.

My buddy, Tim, had an older brother who always talked about going to strip clubs. That Friday night he told us we should go to The Dinger and we’d have a real good time. At first, I thought, uh-oh, that might not be cool. I didn’t want my buddies to know that I had an older sister working as a cocktail waitress at a strip club. But I thought, they don’t fucking know who she is. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to catch her before she spills the beans and tell her to keep it cool around my buddies.

Saturday came and we headed for The Dinger. I was nervous. Not just about seeing my sister there, but nervous to be going into this place where there were lots of gorgeous girls wearing nothing. Fuck, we were like a bunch of kids in a candy store.

We got in and Tims’ brother hooked us up with a VIP booth. I looked around for all the girls dressed as waitresses as we headed for the booth but didn’t see my sister. We got to our booth and ordered some drinks. I looked around the room and saw that there were three small dance floors were girls in various stages of undress were dancing around a pole. The girl near us was a fucking knock out. She had small tits, but a fantastic ass and long legs. I looked out at the other girls and they weren’t real close but I could see they were also fucking hot. There was a blonde on the far stage that caught my eye. I flinched for a second and rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Just then Tim got up and walked over to the girl near us and pulled a dollar bill from his pocket. I saw him stand real close to the stage while the girl gyrated and humped right in his face. She got down and spread her legs and rubbed her clit through her G-string. She then lifted up the strap of the G-string and looked up at TIm. Tim reached over and put that dollar right in under the strap.

At that I looked back over at the blonde on the far stage, someone was doing the same to her. She had her leg sticking straight up in the air and was toying with her pussy while the guy just stared at her. I looked around at the other waitresses and didn’t see Debbie. It was kinda dark and hard to see anyway, so I got up and walked over to the waitress station and asked the girl if Debbie was working tonight. She said, “Yeah, honey, she’s right over there,” and pointed in the direction of the blonde girl on the far stage. I said, “Where?” “Right there on the far stage. You want me to ask her to come to your table?” “No, no, that’s ok. Thanks”

I walked back to our booth and didn’t know exactly what to do. I thought she said she was a fucking cocktail waitress! I looked over at her again and she was dancing alone. I knew I had to do something quick, so I started walking over, then reached in my pocket to see if I had a dollar. When I got close to her she was facing the other way. I got right to the edge of the stage and got a good look at what she was wearing. A white bustier, tight frilly pink panties with a black garter and black high-heeled boots. The thought of this awesomely sexy girl being my sister started to give me a hardon.

She spun around to look right at me. At first she smiled and kept moving in time to the music. Then I could see the surprise on her face as she finally realized who I was.

She squatted down real fast and said, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I came here with my friends. It’s our first night out being legal and we wanted to come here. I didn’t say anything… They don’t know who you are.”

“I don’t care about that too much. You just freaked me out, that’s all.”

“So, you’re not a waitress after all?”

“I had to tell etiler türbanlı escort Mom and Dad that. They would kill me if they knew I danced here. I can’t make any money serving, so I started dancing last week. So, where are you guys sitting?”

“Right over there in that big booth.” She was in a squatted position, on her feet with her knees toward me. Her legs spread and I could see her crotch right there in between her legs. She noticed that I was checking her out and stretched her arms out and put her hands around my neck. Her tits were about a foot from my chest and her knees were starting to do a little dance on my belly. Her lips were all glossy and wet and she was making these faces at me like, “I’m so horny, I know you wanna fuck this.” She was smiling and teasing me with her knees. All the while looking at me like no other female has looked at me before. I was forcing my hardon against the stage, hoping it wouldn’t get any bigger.

She moved her face close to mine and whispered in my ear, “By the way, I can’t stop thinking about what happened the other day.” Jeezus, my heart started pounding in my chest. I had worn some loose fitting jeans with boxer shorts. My semi hardon started getting bigger, right there. It was hidden by the stage but, I could feel it getting bigger after she said that and started to move to the music. God, she was hot!

When she began to do her little routine in front of me, I was unsure how I was going to get back to our booth without knocking over some glasses on the other tables with my boner. She said, “Don’t worry about your friends, our little secret is safe.” And she winked. Oh, fuck me! She got on her knees in front of me and grabbed my head and pulled it into her tits. I got a stiff whiff of that same perfume and it just about sent my cock into overdrive. She motioned for me to tuck my buck. I did and she said she would come over and visit me and my friends.

I stood there for a moment while she stood up. She looked down and started to ask if there was a problem. I said, “I…I… don’t know if…if I…” I looked up at her and she had a big grin on her face. She giggled and spun around to dance with another dude who was waiting for her. I pretended to drop something and kneeled down to get it. When I did, I did my best to tuck my hardon between my legs and hustle back to our booth.

When I got back, the guys were slapping me on my back and saying that it looked like I got a real good dollar dance from that hotty. Tim said, “Shit, I hope she comes over here.”

At first I felt like I wanted to get up and put my fist through Tim’s face. Then I thought, they don’t fucking know what’s going on here, and if I told them, I be fucking everything up for me, my sister, my parents. I kept shut and thought about what my sister and I were doing. Had we crossed the line? Was this wrong? Sure as shit it was. No brother gets a raging hardon from his sister. Of course we didn’t have a normal brother/sister relationship. I hardly knew her. I knew of her. But she left home when I was only 11 years old, what the fuck did I know? I had grown into a young man, and then she comes along. What was I to do? I couldn’t help myself. I wonder what thoughts she was having about this.

A few girls came by our booth and asked if we wanted some company. One girl looked a little desparate, so we told her no. But, right after that an incredibly hot little brunette named Allysin walked over and put her hands on the table causing her tits to almost fall out the the little top she was wearing. “Anybody wanna dance?” Tim was sitting right there and jumped all over it. “I would!” he said.

She grabbed his hand and took him behind a curtain. Tim told us that they have this VIP room, where you can get up close and personal with the girls. Apparently they have small couches and chairs in private settings so you can be alone with any of the girls. We all looked at each other and wondered how Tim was going to make out. None of us had ever done this before. We only heard what Tim’s brother told us.

I kept my eye on Debbie and noticed that she had finished up her dance on that stage and was making her way over here. The other guys saw her and commented on how hot she was, and hoped she’d come over here. Sure enough, she got to our table and asked if she could sit down.

I was on the outside of the booth and so the other guys scooted over and she sat down right next to me. “I’m Bambi, what are your names?” I just about hit the underside of the table with my cock. I saw Debbie look at me after she said this and knew that she had said that on purpose.

We introduced ourselves and made small talk. I felt kinda stupid since I was hiding the fact that she was my sister. The others had no idea. They were ogling her and asking her dumb questions. She finally asked if anyone wanted a private dance. I was waiting for this, as I knew she was going to ask. I almost didn’t wait for her to finish asking, and said, “Sure, I would”…and we were off. We slipped behind the curtain, and I looked over to see Tim in his semi private room. I couldn’t believe what they were doing. Allysin had her legs on either side of him and she was grinding on him like they were fucking. He had his face buried in her tits and his hands were massaging her fine ass.

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Doug knew better. He knew this was not something he was allowed. Involvement with the family was NOT permitted.

But he was human, after all. Betsy was the essence of love, of everything Doug had always wanted. He couldn’t help himself, no more than he could stop breathing.

So, Doug indulged his heart, allowing Betsy’s body to press against his, her mouth to bond, and allowing, for just this once, his feelings to be expressed.

He quickly escorted her to the passenger side of the car, helping her into the front seat and closing the door carefully after her. He walked slowly around the car, taking deep breaths and trying to relax, to calm down. As he opened his door and slid into the car, there was Betsy, pressed against his side, her hand reaching for his. Her scent filled the car, her warmth seeped into him, filling him. Her other hand reached up and cupped his chin, turning him to face her, moving her mouth once again to his, her lips lightly brushing against his, softly encouraging them to open and accept her. He groaned lightly as he felt her tongue touch his, and his body responded to her. He wanted Betsy so much. He wanted to love her and protect her and keep her warm against him for the rest of his life. His hands slid to her back, the safest place he could find, and he massaged her spine, feeling her warmth against his palms.

He would never get his fill of kissing her, he knew that. He could happily spend the rest of his days, holding her and kissing her and just being with her. The kisses deepened, Betsy was moaning into his mouth, pressing closer and running her hands over his arms and chest. Doug gently pushed her away, and started the car. Betsy settled against his side, her head on his arm, her hand holding his. It was a little difficult to drive with one hand, but Doug would rather die than admit that. Her hand holding his was a lifeline, a cord connecting them.

He drove slowly back to Denver. Passing the big house, he pulled to a stop in front of Betsy’s cottage. He opened his door and slid out, finding Betsy right behind him. She stepped into his arms as if it were the most natural thing to do, her arms reaching up and wrapping around his neck. Her face was tilted up to his, her eyes closed, the moonlight shining down, giving her a luminous glow that totally captivated him.

He had to kiss her. He had to hold her close and inhale her into his heart and soul. She was the woman he had waited for all his life. Now it was Betsy who pushed away. She took his hand and smiled at him. The smile of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and planned to get it. She led him to the veranda, waiting until he sat comfortably on the deep wicker sofa. bostancı escort Then she settled on his lap, her legs drawn up at his side, her head nestled on his chest. She listened to his heart beating, she felt his breath on her hair. She was so content. And she was so restless.

Betsy had never been in love, never even been in like before. In Sanctuary, all the kids ran together in a pack. No one singled out another. Matches were made when the friends went out of town to college or for a summer job. New people were brought back and integrated into the crowd, but the core members remained just friends. So, this was Betsy’s first foray into a romance. Truthfully, she had never thought of Greg as a romantic interest. Kissing him had been just nice, just vanilla, just pleasant.

But kissing Doug was extraordinary. It was exciting and romantic and deeply pleasurable. It made her restless, wanting more, but not quite sure what “more” would be. Her hands moved to all of the allowable body surfaces. She touched and felt and massaged, her fingertips teaching her about Doug. She leaned forward and kissed his chest, right above the last button. She inhaled his cologne and his own personal scent, both making her heart thrum and her body throb. Doug threw his head back, allowing her access to his body. She already had his heart. Her fingers slid into his shirt, gently skimming the soft hair she found there. Accidentally, one finger slid over his nipple and she felt it harden for her, thrilling her even more.

She knew what she wanted. She wanted to be touched by Doug. He was just so respectful, she wasn’t sure how to make that happen. Her arms remained wrapped around him, her mouth continued to kiss all the exposed flesh she could reach. Her nipples ached with need. Her long dormant appetites were flaring to life. She wanted to learn and she wanted Doug to be her teacher.

Pulling her head away from that most delicious neck, she looked into Doug’s eyes and saw the same longing. She knew he would never make the first move and cursed her own inexperience, not sure how to proceed. Smiling, she took his hand, kissing the soft inner flesh of his palm, licking it very slowly and softly, making circles with her tongue. She heard him catch his breath and felt him harden beneath her.

All her knowledge of love and lovemaking began to spin through her mind. Ah, if she could get him excited, seduce him, then he would take over. He had to!

She carefully placed his warm palm against her breast, cupping her, the nipple hard and knotted against his skin. He looked at her, hesitant, doubtful.

“Please, Doug. I want this. I want you. I don’t çeliktepe escort mind if you go slowly, even taking the rest of the summer, but it has to be you. I have known it for a long time now and I have been waiting for you to realize it. I love you, Doug. I love you.”

Doug felt he had been holding his breath. Now he released it slowly, feeling his heart blossom from her words. He never expected her to share his feelings. Knowing that she loved him made all the difference. Picking her up, he carefully carried her inside. He set her down on the sofa, moving about the room, lighting candles and starting the CDs. Then he sat beside her, pulling her once again onto his lap, cautiously holding her to his body.

“I love you, Betsy. You are so easy to love. I have known how special you were from the first day at the airport. I would do anything to make you happy, to please you. I want to make love to you, but let’s go slow. We can stop anytime you want, we can be together as much as you want. I love you so much!”

Betsy turned on his lap, settling her thighs on either side of his. She straddled him, facing him, kissing him, lacing her fingers in his hair, rubbing his soft beard with her palm. She stopped long enough to murmur “Teach me, Doug.”

His fingers reached for her blouse, slowly opening the buttons, exposing her tender flesh to his touch. He kissed her gently, moving his lips down her chest and tummy, leaving a shiny trail with his tongue as he separated her shirt. He placed his lips over her heart and felt it pounding against him, felt the heat from her skin as he touched her for the first time. She sat still, allowing him freedom to do what he pleased, trusting him completely to keep her safe. He pushed the shirt back, off her shoulders, her tanned skin gleaming in the candlelight. She was scented by vanilla, it seemed to radiate from her and he lovingly inhaled it.

Betsy’s full breasts were encased in a pale pink bra, very lacy and dainty. One clasp held it closed, her soft flesh spilling from the cups. He kissed that tiny valley of skin, his tongue slipping up and down, tasting her. His fingers moved to the clasp, opening it easily, then just sliding up and down, feeling the fullness of her breasts.

She was impatient, but willing to wait, knowing that Doug wanted her to enjoy everything also. Finally, he pulled aside her bra, releasing her, the nipples hardening with exposure to air. His eyes moved from her face to her breasts, watching the rosy nipples harden and tighten and the tiny bumps gathering. He touched them as if they were braille, reading the skin and hearing her small gasps. His fingers circled her cihangir escort nipples, tracing them and learning the texture. He cupped the entire breasts, as if weighing them, and began shaping them with his warm hands. His thumbs slid back and forth across the nipples, making Betsy ache and throb. When she thought she could not feel more pleasure, Doug lowered his face to her breasts and ran his soft beard across the delicate skin. Betsy found herself moaning, arching her back, holding Doug’s head close to her, never wanting this feeling to stop. But it did. Suddenly, his beard was gone and she cried out, bereft. She spoke his name, questioningly. He didn’t seem to hear. His mouth was moving, his hand holding her breast and bringing it to his lips. As his hot, wet mouth closed over her engorged nubbin, Betsy nearly screamed. She didn’t know such sensations existed. His mouth pulled on the taut skin, and the electricity flowed straight through her body, making an ache between her legs she had never dreamed possible. Doug seemed oblivious. He nursed on one breast, while his fingers massaged the other. He stopped only to change nipples, to taste the other, to give her the pleasure again and again.

As she sat astride his lap, Betsy found herself moving against him. Her hips were doing an involuntary dance, swaying without thought, seeking. She felt an ache between her legs that she had never even imagined. His hands continued to caress her breasts, tracing the slopes and valleys, caressing her shoulders and back, learning the body of his love.

Betsy was trembling. Her body was responding to Doug, to his fingers and his mouth, to just being this close, this intimate with the man who had filled her dreams for weeks. He continued his rhythmic suckling of her nipple, pulling it deeply into his hot mouth, nearly moaning with contentment.

She felt the heat begin in her lower legs, moving up her body. She arched her back, encouraging Doug to take more of her, to let her nurture him. She felt her legs stiffen, locking into place around Doug. Betsy felt herself lose contact with the music, the room, even Doug. She cried out, her body spasming and throbbing. Her very center seemed to be alive, aching and pounding at the same time. Her head was full of rushing sounds, her breathing hard and fast. She clutched Doug’s head to her chest, willing him to never stop, to make love to her forever, in just this way. Her skin felt too warm, too tight. Then she heard the sound of someone growling, animalistic.

When she collapsed against Doug, she realized the sounds were coming from her. Her throat felt raw, her body too tender to be touched. Deep within her, she felt a primal pulsing. Doug gathered her against him, holding her carefully, his hands gently caressing her back. He kissed her forehead and her temple, whispered softly to her, expressing his love in yet another way.

Betsy was in Wonderland, and anxiously awaiting her next adventure.

TO BE CONTINUED….

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My Sister Made Me

Chapter 11

Dane

Dane opened his eyes, not really sure where he was for a few seconds. Then, he remembered staying over at his brother’s place and the fun they’d had the night before. Incredibly, he’d slept the entire night through, waking up after the sun came up. With a yawn, he blearily checked the time and saw that it was after ten.

Turning, he saw Alex in the same place that she’d been the night before, almost exactly in the last position he remembered her in. She was turned over on her right shoulder, facing toward him. Behind her, Danny was facing Sally, who was facing the wall on the other side.

He smirked, wondering if no one had fooled around at all the night before and briefly musing about the lost opportunity. Yawning, he quietly slid out of bed and looked down, smirking at his nudity. Parched, he silently went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water, then tiptoed back to the bedroom. Coming around, he set the bottle down and smiled, seeing his sister’s pristine nude body as she slept.

The first thing he noticed was that her skin was pale, but not pasty. It was smooth, and soft looking. It made her look alluring and sexy just laying there.

Her hair was messed up after having been slept on while damp, he assumed, but she was still incredibly sexy. It was pulled back behind her, half-draped over Danny’s head.

Her voluptuous breasts, something he’d not really ever considered as desirable before the times in the shower, were ripe and full. He knew that when she got older, they’d probably sag a little more, but for now, they were incredibly perky and sexy as fuck.

Feeling himself starting to get aroused, he shook his head at his own perverseness and lifted the covers to slide in next to her again. She adorably mumbled something in her sleep as he got situated, then turned, sliding over onto his chest and exhaling deeply. A few seconds passed as she started to breathe rhythmically again.

Smiling, he held still and quiet, only moving when he had to adjust a little bit. Her right arm was shoved down beneath her body, and he could feel her warm hand down at the small of his back. Her other was clutching at his chest, and he placed his own over it.

For awhile, he simply lay there and enjoyed the feeling of her incredibly soft and sexy form against his, enjoying the way she always seemed to be warm and how it was flowing into him after being out in the cool air of his brother’s apartment. Smiling, he closed his eyes and kissed her on the top of her head, sleep coming quickly again.

A few hours later, something woke him up and he glanced at the clock again. It was a little after noon. Alex wasn’t near him anymore, and he wondered how she’d gotten out of bed without waking him, but in truth, need he’d been exhausted.

“God, just fuck me already,” a voice behind him whispered quietly. He raised an eyebrow, recognizing Sally, and turned over.

Danny was laying down between her legs, looking up and watching as she squirmed due to his oral attention at her pussy.

“Hussy,” Dane said, smirking at her.

“Sorry to wake you baby,” she said. “Your brother woke up all hard, but insisted on eating my pussy instead.”

Dane chuckled. “Did he?”

She nodded. “He won’t fuck me yet though,” she said, looking back down and moaning softly. “God, that’s good.”

“Well, it sounds like you’re enjoying what he’s doing right now,” he said.

“Oh, fuck,” Sally replied, reaching over and squeezing his arm. “Is it okay that I want him to fuck me?” she asked, not looking over.

Dane chuckled. “Like that night we were all shit-faced?” he asked, grinning.

Sally smiled. “I just wish I could have remembered it,” she said. “Do you remember fucking me?” she asked, looking down at Danny as he ate her out.

“Uhhunh,” he muttered, not stopping.

She frowned, smacking him in the head, causing him to look up and grin.

“Well shit I remember it was good, but I just don’t remember most of the night,” he said. “I didn’t mean any offense.”

She rolled her eyes, looking over at Dane, then sighed at Danny and reached for him. “Get up here and elmadağ escort fuck me, and I’ll remind you how good my pussy is,” she said, spreading her legs wide.

Danny smiled. “God, Hannah is gonna be sad she wasn’t here for this,” he said.

Dane grinned. He definitely remembered fucking Hannah, at least partly. Her pussy was nice and tight, and her tits were incredible. Sally definitely had nice ones, but Hannah’s were ungodly huge and fun to play with. His brother was definitely lucky in that respect.

“Yeah, she would have been a nice addition,” he said, grinning.

Sally smirked, still mostly focused on getting Danny to cooperate and stop teasing her.

“Man,” Danny said, grinning over at Dane, “do you think she’ll be mad at me for not inviting her? Maybe we should wait.”

Dane chuckled, seeing Sally growing more impatient.

Danny turned and smiled widely. She rolled her eyes. “Just get that big dick inside me already,” she said.

Danny laughed, then leaned over and started to kiss her. Dane watched as she wrapped her arms and legs around his brother, and then smiled as the two started to fuck. His girlfriend’s moans of pleasure quickly filled the room as he lay on the bed, watching and feeling a little out of sorts.

If this had been anyone else, he realized, then it would probably be devastating for him and his girlfriend. He wasn’t sure that he’d be able to share her. Danny was… well, Danny. He was family.

Still, he didn’t really know if he would get jealous or not. He smiled, turning to watch his girlfriend getting fucked, realizing how exciting it was to watch something like that happening. As he looked at her and Danny, he saw how flushed her face got when she was aroused. Listening to the banter of the two was amusing, as well.

“Tell me how good my pussy feels,” she said.

“So fuckin’ good,” Danny replied. “Tightest fuckin’ pussy,” he added. “Gonna fuckin’ fill you up, slut.”

“God damn you, fuck me, Danny, you bastard,” she begged.

It wasn’t like he and Sally weren’t vocal, but it seemed like there was something extra kinky to her about fucking Danny, besides the obvious. She seemed to be much more vocal now, and last night, in fact. It was like she was able to be a little bit more adventurous.

“Fuck my dirty little pussy,” she begged. “Fuck me hard, baby.”

“Goddamn your pussy feels so good,” he said. “I’m gonna fill you up.”

Dane smirked, trying not to laugh. Bedroom talk was ridiculous when you listened to it and listening to his brother and his girlfriend go at it was like listening to a badly written porno.

“Harder you son of a bitch,” she said, her voice louder. “Put your hand on my throat.”

Dane raised a eyebrow, mildly concerned as Danny was already practically slamming down into her. He smirked, watching as his girlfriend clutched at his little brother as if he were trying to get away. Her feet were bouncing adorably, wrapped around his back and being nudged out of the way with each thrust. Her dirty talk slowly faded, and she began to whimper and moan louder than before, her orgasm obviously approaching.

Doing as he was told, Danny reached down and placed his hand on her throat, then raised an eyebrow at Dane for half a second, causing him to smirk. He knew his brother didn’t want to hurt her. This was definitely something new.

“Fucking take me,” she moaned. “Force big fuckin’ dick in me.”

Dane smiled, sensing that she was playing a fantasy out in her head, something she couldn’t normally do with him.

“Must be her rape fantasy,” he figured.

He wasn’t 100% sure, though, and knew that she’d be fighting back more if that were the case. Still, she might be testing the waters for a future encounter if she could convince Danny of it.

As he watched, Dane heard the front door open, and wondered who it would be. Whoever it was went to the kitchen and set something down. As Sally’s moans and cries of pleasure got louder, Dane was forced to split his time watching her and looking over at the door.

“Harder,” she gurgled, and Dane looked over to see Danny pushing hard down on her throat, her face red as he slammed down into her, his chest grunting with effort as he squeezed her throat.

Raising his eyebrows, Dane was prepared to intervene if he saw her go limp, but Danny seemed to know just when to let go. Relaxing his grip, blood rushed back to her head and her orgasm slammed into her, Danny’s cock still hammering away. Unintelligible cries of pleasure and words fell from her mouth as she went stiff, one arm out straight, the other clutching at Danny’s butt. She shook her head as her eyes rolled back, her body taut.

Dane smiled, impressed that his little brother had apparently put his girlfriend into a coma.

“Guh!” Sally cried out a single time, groaning and reaching down, furiously scrubbing two fingers across her pussy as Danny withdrew and sat back a bit, looking down at her in amusement. Breathing in short bursts, she was red-faced again as she whimpered and esenyurt escort rubbed her clit, her orgasm obviously incredibly powerful. Finally, with a final cry of pleasure, she slowed her hand for a second, and Dane heard and saw her squirt, punctuating the spray of fluid with a sharp cry of pleasure. Another few furious flicks, and she cried out again, her back arching as she sprayed another time. A final, last gasp and she squirted a little more, collapsing into bed as Danny looked on in surprise, his lower half covered in her girl-cum.

Smiling, he reached up and patted his brother on the back. “Man, she enjoyed the fuck out of that,” he said. “Good job.”

Danny looked over, smiling and laughing. “Goddamn, how often does she do that?”

Dane chuckled. “It’s really rare, but that’s the most it’s ever been.”

“Holy shit!” he said, laughing. “Man, I’m sorry.”

Dane brushed it off, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m good with it. You’re my brother. Just remember that I’m gonna be paying Hannah back the first chance I get.”

Danny laughed. “Good,” he said. “She’s gonna love it,” he said, grinning.

Sally was still on another plane of existence, her back arched almost painfully and her eyes glazed over and not focusing on anything.

“She’s going to be like that for a little bit,” Dane said. “You can pretty much do whatever you want to her right now though,” he said. “Go and fuck her mouth, fuck her ass,” he said. “She’s very agreeable to anything. It’s odd. She says she remembers everything afterward, but it’s like, all she wants to do is say yes to whatever is happening around her after she cums that hard.”

Danny smiled, but didn’t move. Behind him, the mystery guest revealed themselves.

“Hey guys,” Alex said, coming in and smiling as she saw the spent form of Sally on the bed. “Good lord y’all, what did you do to her?”

“Danny gave her some of that good dick,” Dane said, causing her to grin.

She smiled, holding up a bag of food and a couple of fountain drinks. Turning, she set the fountain drinks on the floor by the bed and knelt. Holding the bag in her hands, she reached in and pulled out a couple of hamburgers and fries, then set the bag over out of the way.

“That’s fuckin’ awesome,” Danny said, smiling and starting to reach over.

Alex smirked, but slapped his hand away. Giggling, she wiggled her finger and ordered him to turn around on the bed. Looking over, she smiled at Dane and nodded down in front of her.

He smiled, wondering what she was up to.

Unwrapping part of the hamburger, she lifted it up and let Danny take a bite, then set it in her lap. Reaching for another burger, she unwrapped it and waited for Dane to get down in front of her, sitting on the bed. Raising it up, she smiled, offering him some and letting him take a bite.

Not realizing how damn hungry he’d been, he smiled and nodded as the delicious food hit his taste buds.

“Fuck that’s good,” Danny said, sighing.

Alex smiled, reaching for some fries and offering them to him. Danny accepted them happily, devouring them as Alex’s fingers dipped into his mouth a little.

Giggling, she shook her head and sucked the salt off her finger that he’d missed. Turning, she gave Dane some fries, then offered him a bite of his burger. As the two brothers sat and let their little sister feed them, Sally had finally begun to recover, and rolled over in bed, sliding to the floor. She disappeared below the level of the matress for a minute as she fought to recover and regain her ability to walk.

Giggling, Alex moved from sitting on her feet and knees, to move up to her knees alone, both hamburgers still in her hand.

“So why are you feeding us?” Dane asked, finally curious enough to break the silence.

Alex smiled, shrugging. Leaning over, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, causing him to gasp quietly in pleasure and surprise. Sliding her lips down, she brought them back up his shaft, then leaned over and did the same to Danny. A few strokes there, and she leaned back over to Dane to slide her lips up and down his shaft again a few times.

Then straightening up again, she offered Dane another bite, followed by Danny. Smiling, she set the burgers on the bed, and brought the soft drinks up to their mouths, letting them quench their thirst. Waiting until each brother had had their fill and nodded at her, she set them back down and then picked up the burgers again.

“I’m betting you’ve never had a blowjob while a girl fed you a hamburger,” she said.

Dane laughed, shaking his head. “No, I haven’t,” he answered.

Danny was taking another bite as she giggled, offering burger to Dane and then lowering her face to Danny’s lap.

“Heck no, but this is fuckin’ awesome,” the younger brother answered.

Alex giggled, sucking audibly on Danny’s cock. Turning, she offered Dane another bite, then slid her lips down his shaft.

“Fuck, this is the life,” Dane said, leaning back on his palms. His little sister offered him the last etiler anal yapan escort little bit of hamburger, and then turned, giving Danny his, then grabbed the fries and handed them the bags, followed by their drinks.

“It’s just my way of thanking you,” she said, smiling and leaning forward. “I know it was weird for you two last night, so I appreciate it.” Her hand free, she was able to stroke off one brother while she was sucking on the other’s cock.

Sally had finally regained enough of her body functions to stand and stagger to the shower. Alex looking up, offered to help if she needed it.

“No, I’m good,” Sally said, shivering and giggling all at once. “Fuck that was good.” Pausing briefly, she blew Dane and Danny both a kiss and went to the bathroom. A few seconds later, Dane heard bathwater running and knew she was going to be in there awhile.

Alex had gone back to sucking his cock and stroking off their brother, then switching back and forth. After several minutes of very pleasurable oral sex, his little sister sat back and looked up at the two of them.

“Y’all wanna fuck?” she asked, smiling sweetly and looking up at them, as if that was a normal thing for a little sister to ask.

“Who are you asking?” Danny asked, looking over at his brother. Dane shrugged.

“Both of you,” she said, smiling widely.

Danny didn’t immediately catch her meaning, but Dane did.

“Are you prepared for that?” he asked.

“I woke up a little after you got up to get a drink,” she said, smiling. He chuckled, realizing that she’d been awake that long. “I went and… cleaned myself,” she said.

He nodded appreciatively.

“Oh, damn,” Danny said, his smile growing.

She grinned, standing and stripping down as both brothers watched, reaching for her as she pulled off her panties and pulling her into bed with them.

Setting their drinks down, both of them moved around to the head of the bed and got in. Alex was already sliding beneath the sheets. Flat on her back, she looked from one to the other.

“How comfortable are you two with incidental touching?” she asked, grinning widely.

Dane winced, and shrugged, looking over at Danny.

“You mean if our dicks touch?” Danny asked?

She nodded. “I’m not asking you to jerk each other off or anything. I just want to try a few things.”

Dane chuckled. “Are you always this adventurous?”

Alex shrugged. “How often do I get the chance to be with two guys that have dicks as big as yours?” she asked. “Even Wade isn’t that big.”

Danny’s eyes grew wider as he grasped that Alex and Toni had both fucked Wade.

Dane smirked. “Yeah, little brother; there’s a lot you don’t know about the twins.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that,” he said. “So, what are you wanting us to do?” he asked. “I mean, I guess I’m okay with a little touching since it’s my brother.”

Dane chuckled. “He’s got a point.”

Alex giggled. “Well, I want both of you inside me,” she said. “I’d say let’s start with one in my ass and one in my pussy, but then the one in my ass would have to go clean himself when you switch. I don’t want an infection.”

Dane wasn’t clear on what she wanted yet, so he asked her point blank, “What hole do you want what dick in?”

She giggled. “Well, I want you both in my pussy, and then I want one in my pussy and one in my ass. I figured that if it hurts too much in my butt, it’s with you guys and we can laugh about it.”

Dane sighed, not thrilled about having his dick inside something his brother was going to be in at the same time. Still, he loved Alex dearly, and would do it if she really wanted him to.

Danny sighed. “Really?” he asked. “Both in your pussy at once?”

Alex giggled and nodded. “If you can’t, you can’t. I’ll have to find someone else.”

Turning, his little brother looked at him and sighed. “No homo?” he asked.

Dane smirked. “No homo.”

Alex grinning, immediately turning and facing Dane.

The physics of the situation were a little confusing, and he quickly realized that he was going to be touching a lot of his brother’s legs. The hair was disconcerting as the two of them got spooned up close together, their incredibly gorgeous and sexy sister between them.

She leaned in, kissing Dane and affectionately stroking his chest. Reaching down, she pulled his cock into her pussy quickly, gently riding against him as he thrust.

“You tell me when you’re ready to go,” she said, looking back over her shoulder.

Danny nodded, then said, “I think I’m as good as it’s getting.”

She smiled. “I love you both so much,” she said. “Thank you for doing this. If it’s too weird when we start, we can stop, okay?”

They both nodded.

“God,” Danny said, sighing and causing Alex to giggle.

She reached back, her hand going to pull him up against her and smiled at Dane.

There wasn’t a homosexual bone in Dane’s body, he was positive. He knew when another man was attractive, but he never saw a dick and thought, “Yeah, that’s alright by me. That’s just fine.”

When his brother got close enough for their balls to touch, he had to stop himself from recoiling. “This is for Alex, this is for Alex,” he thought. He felt Danny pushing inside then, and heard his brother groaning in dismay. It was a very weird sensation, feeling another dick against his.

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Author’s Note: This is the “final” installment of “My Sister Stacey”. I’ve never been happy with the way this story has gone, but these things happen. I think it is time to close the box. Thanks to all that have read this series and my other stories. I’m still working on chapters for my other series including “Was it the “Wrong” Number?” I also have three new series that I’m making good progress on. I’m very excited about all three of them, but I will not post them until I have them close to finished, so that I can release chapters in a more timely manner. Hope you enjoy this one.

-Nosebone

*****

I woke up the next morning to find Stacey still curled up next to me. She’d removed her t-shirt during the night and her soft, smooth skin rested against mine. I managed to wrap my arm around her as she slept and lightly caressed her bare back. She moved in her sleep and snuggled in closer to me.

I began thinking about the previous day’s events. I’d been reliving them in my sleep. In my dream though, Mom had found out and she’d accepted the love Stacey and I shared. I knew that in reality, that was not the case. Mom had not accepted it and likely never would. I wasn’t going to let that change my feelings for my sister though. I couldn’t. I felt Stacey stir and she woke up and looked up at me.

“Good morning,” I said before I kissed her on the forehead.

“Morning,” she replied. She snuggled against me before spoke again. “Yesterday was just a bad dream, right?”

“No, baby,” I replied. “I wish it was, but it wasn’t.”

“Me too,” she said.

“I was just laying here thinking about all of it,” I said.

“What are you thinking,” she asked.

“That I’m not going to give you up,” I replied.

“That’s good,” she said quietly.

I knew she’d just waken, but her lack of enthusiasm worried me.

“Hey, are you okay,” I asked.

“Why,” she replied.

“You just blew off that I said I wasn’t going to give you up,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” she said.

“What are you thinking,” I asked.

“Shawn, I’m thinking lots of things. I kept having these dreams last night that we went to prison for loving one another and the only person that was talking to us was Mel, and it was just awful,” she said.

“They were just dreams, babe,” I offered.

“Yeah, but they still make you think,” she said sadly.

“Are you not sure,” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Stacey replied.

I sighed and brought my free hand to my face. She laid her head back against my chest. After a long silence, she spoke.

“Shawn, maybe we could make it look like that we’ve stopped,” she said.

“And how will we do that,” I asked impatiently.

“We’ll get Mel to help us,” she said.

“Baby, we can’t ask her to pretend to be my girlfriend because Mom caught us fucking and flipped out,” I said firmly.

“She doesn’t have to pretend,” Stacey replied softly.

“So, I’m free to sleep with both of you,” I asked angrily.

“Yes,” she said.

“I don’t see how that’s going to work. Besides, what are you going to tell Mom when she asks you in six months why you’re not seeing anyone,” I asked.

“I’ll think of something,” she replied softly.

“Stacey, we can’t do this,” I said. “Honestly how would you feel if you knew I was with Mel. I know how I’d feel if you were with someone else.”

“Look Shawn, I see we have three choices. We do what I’m suggesting, we end it, or we do something else to make Mom all right with it,” she said.

“How would we do that,” I asked. Stacey had turned her head to look at me. I looked in her eyes. It hit me suddenly. “Stacey, no, huh uh. We can’t do that.”

“Why not,” she asked.

“You think she freaked out about yesterday, how do you think she’d react if I suggested that,” I asked in reply.

“Daddy didn’t touch her for over two years,” she said.

“Holy fuck, how do you know that,” I asked in disbelief.

“She told me. She called the other day when you were at the gym. She said he lost interest in her and she began to think that he was messing around. She was also hinting around to see if he’d tried anything with me. I told her I began to feel weird around him and about how he sometimes looked at me. She told me the girl he’d been seeing looked so much like me,” she said.

“So, it’s fucked up that Dad looked at you weird, but I’m supposed to be cool with trying to get into Mom’s pants,” I said.

“Shawn, it could be a completely different situation and it was just a suggestion. We don’t have many good options,” she admitted.

“No, we don’t,” I agreed. “And I wouldn’t say that’s a good one.”

“You haven’t ever thought about Mom like that,” Stacey asked quietly. “She’s really beautiful.”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” I asked. “It was one thing with you. We grew up together and shared a lot of experiences. Mom, well, that’s totally different, Stace.”

“Okay, jeez, sorry. I was etiler eve gelen escort just brainstorming,” she said.

“So, really our options are we use Mel to keep up appearances, I try to fuck Mom, or we give up,” I reiterated.

“Shawn, don’t be so harsh,” she said.

“I’m trying, but I love you and I’m not going to give you up,” I insisted.

“I know you do and I love you, too,” she said.

“Let’s just think things over,” I said. “Maybe we can go back home this afternoon and we won’t feel pressured to make a decision.”

“I don’t know if we should go home yet. I don’t want Mom here in this empty house drinking herself senseless,” Stacey replied.

“I guess that’s true,” I replied. “She got pretty shitfaced last night.”

“Yeah, she did. We should get up and make breakfast for her. She’d like that,” Stacey suggested.

“Okay, we can do that,” I agreed.

We went to our separate bathrooms to get ready for the day. After I finished dressing, I went downstairs and saw that Mom’s door was still closed. I continued to the kitchen to see what there was to cook for breakfast. There were eggs and ham, so I decided to make a breakfast scramble. Mom also had a melon that I could cut up. Stacey joined me and we soon had everything prepared. I left her to finish and went to knock on Mom’s door. She didn’t answer so I opened the door and peered inside. She wasn’t in her bed and I was just about to call to her and tell her that we’d made breakfast when she walked out of the bathroom, naked. She was drying her short, dark hair and oblivious to my presence. She entered her walk-in closet and disappeared from sight. I quietly closed the door and stood outside.

I realized I was still holding my breath. There was no doubt in my mind where Stacey had gotten her sexy body from. There was the obvious age difference between the two of them, but Mom’s figure was still firm and shapely. Jesus, I had been ogling my own Mom. Fuck! I knocked on the door and heard her reply.

“Yes?”

“Mom, we made breakfast,” I called through the door.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll be out in a little bit.”

I walked back to the kitchen and saw Stacey look at me.

“What happened to you? You look like you saw a ghost or something,” she smiled.

“I just saw Mom naked,” I replied.

“Oh, really,” she asked, her smile intensifying.

“Hey, stop that. I opened the door to see if she was still asleep and then she just walked out of her bathroom,” I explained.

“Do you see what I mean,” Stacey asked.

“Stacey, please,” I said.

“Okay,” she said, rolling her eyes. We picked up the food and moved it to the dining room. Stacey had already set the table, so we sat and waited for Mom to join us. When she did she sat at the end of the table as was her custom with Stacey and I on either side of her.

“This looks good. Thanks. I need to get something in my stomach immediately,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” I said.

Mom spooned some eggs on her plate and forked a few slices of melon. Stacey had poured Mom a cup of coffee, but it sat untouched as she ate. She stood to get up.

“What do you need, Mom,” I asked.

“Some water,” she replied.

“No, sit down. I’ll get it,” I said. I walked to the kitchen and got her a glass before I made up a carafe of ice water. With as much wine as she drank the day before, I was sure she was parched. I returned to the dining room to see the two of them eating in silence. Mom took a long drink of the water and thanked me.

When I sat back down, I looked across the table at Stacey. Her expression spoke volumes about the collective mood in the room. I glanced at Mom who hadn’t lifted her eyes from her plate as she ate in silence. When I looked back at Stacey I could see the sadness in her eyes and could see she was on the verge of tears. Finally, the silence was broken by the sound of Mom’s chair sliding back across the stone tile floor.

“Thank you, but I think I’m full,” Mom said quietly. She reached for her plate, but I reached to stop her.

“Mom, it’s okay. I’ll get it. Don’t worry about it,” I said. She looked up at me briefly, her face emotionless, before she stood and left the room. I looked back across the table and saw tears beginning to stream down Stacey’s cheeks.

Mom: I walked back into my room after breakfast and laid on the bed. I needed the ibuprofen to work as my head felt like it was about to explode. I’d drank too much the night before, which was never my habit, but I felt like I’d needed it to block out the continued downward spiral of my life.

Things began to change not long after Stacey’s 17th birthday. She had grown up to be a lovely young woman. I was so proud of who she’d become and her aspirations. Thomas was proud of her as well. When Shawn had rejected the life that Thomas had planned for him, he focused on doing everything possible to ensure that Stacey didn’t err off the etiler grup yapan escort course he had planned for her. He was always overbearing with both of the kids, but it became much more with Stacey.

There were several events over the next few months that troubled me. He’d scheduled a visit with Stacey to a prospective university on a weekend that he knew I would be busy with one of my charity events. He did it again a few weeks later. I confronted him when he’d announced this second trip that seemed to have been planned spur of the moment. He’d tried to lay the blame on me since my schedule was so busy. I reminded him of the many times I’d waited for him, the many times he’d ruined plans because of his schedule. He then said that he’d never really had much one-on-one time with Stacey growing up since he’d been working such long hours. I reminded him that he didn’t “need” to work those long hours. My brother’s Joe and Robert had taken him on as a partner at the law firm practically the moment he’d passed his bar exam. They’d done it in spite of our father telling them that Thomas was an idiot and if he would have been able to persuade me otherwise, he’d never accepted my marriage to him. Thomas responded that night with his usual bluster that he needed to prove to everyone he was capable. I knew differently. He was useless, but I’d made the mistake and married him. I’d just tried to stay sane until the kids were on their own.

Then, I began to notice the way he’d started looking at Stacey. It was subtle at first, but he became more brazen. He looked at her with a hunger in her eyes. I could see it. When she was out by the pool in swimsuit he would just glare at her. Despite myself, I felt helpless. I could see him undressing her with his eyes, but how would I confront him?

Thankfully, after she graduated from high school, Stacey got an internship with a law firm out of state. It was a college friend of my brother Joe. Thomas had been disappointed to say the least. He’d wanted Stacey in his own office, but I’d impressed upon Joe the need for Stacey to spread her wings and Joe did what he could to sell her on what a great opportunity it was. She’d had a wonderful time and seemed to learn so much during her brief tenure.

I suppose I could have remained quiet when Stacey returned home for two weeks before she left for Harvard. I could have ignored the obvious, but I couldn’t. Thomas started going out of his way to spend time with her, but not in the normal way though. He’d make plans with her that she didn’t know about and then if she’d already made plans with her friends, he’d try to shame her into spending time with him. One night after he’d pulled that, I asked him if he needed female companionship, why not spend time with his wife. He got very angry and asked what I was talking about. I laid it all out to him and he became even more furious. I ended up telling him to pack a bag and come back when he could be rational and not yell. He was gone two nights and everything was fine the remainder of the time before Stacey left for college.

Still, despite everything with Thomas, nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight of Stacey and Shawn in the pool the previous day. They hadn’t been having sex, they’d been making love. The passionate sort of lovemaking that only people that have a deep love and familiarity with one another shared. I’d stood staring out the patio door for far too long as they’d coupled. As much as I tried, I could not push the images from my mind. It was like they were etched there. Stacey’s shapely figure pressed against Shawn. His broad shoulders and back holding and supporting his little sister as he ravaged her. The look on Stacey’s face as she’d obviously climaxed.

What could I do about it, though? In my heart, I knew I had to find a way to make them stop. What if someone at school found out? Could they get arrested? What if Melanie found out? Her mother was one of my closest friends. What had happened with Thomas was bad enough, but I always knew that once the kids were grown and gone I would divorce him. I’d never imagined this. My friends had always commented on how great my kids were. What would they think if they’d witnesses what I’d seen the day before? Siblings making love in broad daylight.

I could feel the ibuprofen finally begin to work as I laid there. As my head cleared, I knew I needed advice from someone I could trust. It would have to be Joe. Not only was he my attorney, he was my brother and I knew I could trust him. I reached for the phone and dialed his number.

—

I was still sitting at the dining room table when Mom walked back in. She had her purse and it looked like she was going somewhere. She looked at me quickly and said she was going to meet Uncle Joe about the divorce.

“Okay, Mom, I understand,” I replied.

“What are you and your sister’s plans,” Mom asked.

“We were planning to stay as long as you wanted,” I said.

“That won’t be necessary, etiler masöz escort Shawn. I think I need some time to myself,” Mom said.

“Are you sure,” I asked.

“Yes,” she insisted. “I may be awhile. You two should go back to school. I know you have summer classes starting next week. Be careful and I’ll talk to you both in a few days.”

“Okay, Mom. If that’s what you want. We love you,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said and walked down the hall to the garage.

Shit, I thought to myself. She was telling us to go home. She didn’t want us around. I walked upstairs to break the news to Stacey.

—

Mom’s visit with Uncle Joe (Mom’s Narration)

The drive to Joe’s house seemed longer than ever before. He lived some distance outside of town to be sure, but everything seemed to be in slow motion that day. I knew I needed to talk to him about it, but could I just tell him everything? Time would tell. I pulled down the driveway and was relieved to see that Joe’s truck was the only vehicle parked in front of the house. He’d lost his wife Evelyn to cancer in 1986 and had never remarried, raising Ally and JJ (Joe Junior) on his own. I parked and walked to the door. Before I had a chance to ring the bell, he opened the double door.

“Good morning, I’m sure you have a good reason to be here,” Joe said.

“I do, and thanks for meeting me,” I said.

“What are big brothers for,” Joe smiled. His words made me think of what I’d seen the previous day and I quickly turned my eyes away from him. He noticed immediately. “Jane, are you okay?”

“No, Joe. I’m really not,” I admitted.

“Jane, please, come into my study,” he offered. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder and led me to the big, overstuffed sofa he had facing the large window overlooking his pond. It looked so serene compared to the turmoil that I felt churning inside me. We sat down and I turned to face him.

“Jane, has Thomas approached you? We can get orders from the court. You know that,” Joe said.

“Joe, no. It’s not about that. I wish it was something that simple,” I replied.

“Then what is it,” he asked.

“I don’t really know how to explain. It’s something I never could have imagined…,” I said.

“Jane, you’re not giving me much to work with. Is there something wrong with Shawn or Stacey,” he asked. I felt myself wince when he said their names. He nodded at me before he began again. “What is it?”

“Joe, I, uh…they have some sort of relationship. They’ve…, they’ve been intimate, Joe,” I said. Even with my admission, his stone-faced courtroom demeanor didn’t fail him. He looked at me soberly and asked me the obvious question.

“You’re serious?”

“Yes, very serious,” I replied.

“You know this for certain,” Joe asked.

“They were fucking in the swimming pool yesterday. Yes, I’m certain,” I blurted out before I burst into tears.

“Jane, please,” Joe said. He moved over on the couch and wrapped an arm around me.

“I just can’t believe everything that has happened to me in the last month. I mean, I knew eventually I would divorce Thomas, but to find out he was fucking his 20-year-old secretary in the office our grandfather started. And now this,” I wailed.

“Janey, please one thing at a time. We will have Thomas as part of your past soon. Shawn and Stacey are another story altogether. Have you spoke with them,” Joe asked.

“Yes, I have. They say it’s only been going on for a few weeks. How am I supposed to know and believe that’s the truth, though? It’s just so wrong. They could go to jail,” I said as I regained my composure.

“The prisons are not full because of incest,” Joe replied calmly.

“I know, but still. What if people find out,” I said.

“Are you going to tell anyone,” Joe asked. “I know I won’t.”

“Well, no, of course not,” I said defensively. “How could I ever do that? Wait, what are you saying?”

“Jane, I’m saying you’re a brilliant person, more intelligent than either Robert or me ever were. You’ve probably already realized that they’re smart kids and will likely go on doing what they want no matter how hard you try to stop them,” he said simply. I just stared at him blankly.

“Am I right or wrong,” Joe asked.

“What if it was Ally and JJ,” I asked in reply.

“I’d have to say the same thing,” he answered.

“You can’t be serious,” I said.

“Jane, I am. They’re adults. What they do with one another is their own business,” Joe said.

“I can’t believe you’re saying that,” I said. “I came over here hoping you’d have advice for me, not condone their relationship.”

“I’m not condoning it. I’m just telling you that there’s likely nothing you can do to stop them without alienating them,” Joe said. “My advice is just let this pass for now. We need to get your divorce from Thomas finalized. It won’t help matters if he finds out about any of this.”

“That’s true,” I admitted.

“Tell them to be discreet. There’s no need in flaunting it. They’re still young, Janey. This may very well pass for both of them,” Joe said. He reached over and patted my hand.

“I hope so,” I said.

“We’ll just have to see, Jane,” Joe said with a comforting nod. There was a long pause and we looked at one another. Finally, I had to ask.

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I place one hand on your ass and the other at the side of your face as I get drawn into your deep erotic kissing which you finally break off and smile this sexy seductive smile as you say close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to. I knew it was going to begin as soon as I do. First, you start rubbing your wet, hot and juicy snatch on me which drives me crazy, then you rub your hands along my well-defined chest and abs and in between the caressing, you stopped to suck, lick and bite my nipple and neck. Since my eyes are close every touch is heightened. You stop straddling me and go off to my right side where you stick your fingers in my mouth and tell me to suck them. To my surprise they’re covered with sweet pussy nectar and just when I was smart for cleaning of your fingers fulya escort I feel my dick entering slowly between your soft lips, then gently scrape along your teeth, then your naughty tongue works its way around my shafts as you suck on my cock squeezing out the pre-cum, I’m still holding on to your hand sucking your fingers but at this point I start losing control and sink deeper into your bliss.

Now that you’ve got me right where you want me you turn it up. You start sticking my dick deeper into your throat. I arch my lower back in response. You then grab my ass dig your nails into them and start performing really loud, sloppy fellatio with all the sensory stimulation becoming unbearable. I feel like I’m going to explode and try to drive you away from my cock, but you’ve got a goal and no one is going to stop that. Down in my balls sack it begins to tense up as it starts marking the semen ready to ejaculate, my dick gets harder as my body pumps more blood into the shaft to ready for my release… But you stop and you say you can open your eyes now and ask me how that was? Which I reply with FUCKING AMAZING why’d you stop? You replied with it’ll be a waste to cum for your first time in my mouth I need it in my pussy. I responded with uuuumm let’s go! I need to place this load into you. You put up your hand and said I’ll be right back. You head to the mini fridge to get some water. When you came back, you asked if I calmed down a bit, I responded with yes why would you ask that? You responded with I needed you to calm down a bit, I don’t want you cumming just yet so this time was used as a distraction gebze escort to reduce your “need to blow my load now” feeling.

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I took over by placing you on your stomach lifting your butt high into the air where your face and chest are still on the bed and you’re in your knees are holding you up. I enter you from behind doggy style with my hands on your shoulders making sure you don’t move because I’m about to FUCK you. I work you hard and fast then slow and deliberate gültepe escort hitting different crevices then hard and fast again. I lift you up off of the bed with both hands behind you like a horse rein holding you up so the only thing that on the bed are your knees, shins, and feet. You look like a mermaid sculpture at the front of a mighty sailboat, by now your pussy is so wet the noise of hot wet weed fills the room. I fold both of your arms behind your back and grab it both of them with my left hand and with my right I place my hands inside your luscious hair near the scalp at the base of your head just above your neck and pull you towards me. You arch back mouth wide open breathing heavily while I continue to work you from behind.

I release your arms but kept my hands in your hair while I spank each ass cheek leaving red handprints all over them. I stop slowly removing my dick and ask you to turn around stand on the bed while I stand on the ground and I pick you up in my arms with each leg spread eagle across each arm leaving your pussy exposed for me to work while standing in the air. I move slow but hard deep fucking! By now we’re sweating, I sit down with you in my lap legs wrapped around my waist, me deep inside you as our bodies touch every available skin like we’re trying to merge into one. We’re hugging and kissing when you started moving your hips and you grind on my dick slow and hard at first but once you sense I’m almost there you speed it up. I finally let lose all the build up inside you. Shaking hard, holding on to you hard as you make me cum and I fill up your pussy with my got steaming spunk! We lay back on the bed with you on top of me too tired to move our clean up just reveling in the amazing sexually experience as I stroke your back with my fingers, grab your ass and give you light kisses on your for head and then we both fall asleep.

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( ..an awkward incident with his sister, pushed him to explore the forbidden side of their relationship)

-1-

It started after that Saturday’s incident. I’ve never lusted for Nikki or thought of her in any sexual way. Don’t get me wrong, she was adorably beautiful, the typical cheerleader blonde; green eyes, flowing hair, shapely legs, heavy bosom, smooth skin, but she was my older sister, and I was her younger, 18 years old respecting brother.

Respect, this is the word. It really describes how I used to look to my older sister. With respect, there’s no place for sexual thoughts or desire. It’s just not right. When your older sister leans down to pick a fallen key while walking with you in a mall, it’s not right to stare at her ass. Close your eyes, look around at people or shops, try to push away the forbidden image of your sister’s tight bottom.

Respect is a good thing between siblings. I always wondered why all my friends don’t get along with their sisters. Billy used to call his older sister a bitch. Sam was beaten up by his dad after breaking his little sister’s arm. No such things between me and Nikki, only respect, love and adoration, until that incident in Saturday’s night.

My parents were outside. Nikki invited her friend Sarah to sleep over at our house. I didn’t have any plans for the night. Billy and Sam called, and asked me to meet them in a coffee. I changed into a black t-shirt and jeans, and walked to Nikki’s room to tell her I was going out with my buddies. The door was closed, but we never knocked each other. It was too formal for us. We used to push the door and just walk in. And when I walked in, my heart stopped, I stood shocked by the door, out of breath, trying to comprehend what I saw then..

Nikki was naked, completely naked, shamefully naked. Her friend was naked too. They were both on Nikki’s bed. Their clothes and undergarments were scattered under the bed. My sister was squeezing a pillow between her arms and breasts. Her bare ass was arching back towards her friend. Her eyes were closed, her hair was scattered over her face, and she was biting the sheets with her teeth. Her friend, Sarah, was bumping a small green dildo inside her pussy, my older sister’s pussy!

-2-

Nikki gasped in horror and pulled the sheets over her exposed body. Her friend Sarah stood there silently, holding the dildo with her right hand, not trying to hide or to cover her nakedness.

“Jack! What are you doing here?” Nikki asked, almost sobbing from embarrassment. The bed’s sheets pressed against her large breasts, covering her front, and leaving her back exposed towards her friend.

“I just wanted to tell you I’m going outside with Billy and Sam. ” A struggle to find the words. My mouth was dry, painfully dry.

“Sure” Nikki answered, simpering a coy smile.

I turned my head, trying to avoid looking at sister, and couldn’t help noticing the thick bush between her friend’s legs. Sarah smiled casually.

My face blushed. I looked down, trying to gather my wits, to say something, anything, to make them feel better. My mouth was dry, my mind was blank, there’s nothing to say, nothing at all. My presence was awkward and embarrassing to them. My heart was beating forcefully: Leave. Leave. Leave.

I turned around, reached halkalı escort for the door’s knob, and pulled the door behind me. Next time you knock the door idiot, always knock the door, this is what mom taught you.

“Enjoy your time, Jack” I heard Nikki shouting after me, a hopeless attempt to sound casual. Nothing is casual after this. Nothing would be the same. I closed the door, eager to escape the tension and awkwardness, and my world crumpled behind me.

-3-

“Jack! Are you listening to me? “

Sam slapped me on my face. Billy exploded in one of his loud laughter.

“What’s wrong pal? You don’t seem alright tonight? Anything wrong at home? “

“Jessica dumped him last week. He couldn’t get over it.” Billy said in his annoying stupid way.

“No she didn’t. You know well I’m the one who dumped her”

“Then, what’s wrong Jack?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep enough last night”

“Then go home and have some sleep, we don’t want you to be in this depressing mood when we go skiing tomorrow”

I was happy to get rid of them. I needed time, time to be alone, time to think, to decide. How can I face my sister when I go home? What should I say to her? What should I think of her?

I’ve never seen my sister naked before, not even in underwear. And now, all of a sudden, her image was printed in my mind; naked, exposed, her knees pulled under the pillow, her breasts dangling on air, and her friend is violating her privates with a green small dildo!

A small erection pushed its way under my jeans. Damn! Am I getting excited thinking about my older sister? What kind of pervert am I? No, I’m getting hard because of her friend. It’s got to be her friend. She was the one I saw her privates, the thick black bush between her legs. Does my sister shave her pubic hair or keep it like her friend? The forbidden thoughts again, Go away, go away.

Is Nikki a lesbian? Gosh, no, I don’t want my older sister to be a lesbian. She had a boyfriend. Yes. His name was Tom. She can’t be a lesbian. But she was naked with Sarah on her bed! Her friend was bumping her pussy raw, with a dildo, for God’s sake!

And why, why did she cover herself when I walked in? Why was she welling to be naked with her friend, but not with me? Sarah didn’t hide from me; she smiled when I stared at her pussy. Does my sister like Sarah more than me? Is it because I’m not a girl like Sarah? No silly, because you’re her younger brother. You’re not supposed to see her this way. You’re not supposed to think of her this way.

Endless thoughts in my way home..

-4-

My parent’s car wasn’t there in its parking place. I wished they were back by now. I pushed the main door nervously. No one was in the living room. I climbed the stairs stealthily, wishing not to meet Nikki in my way. I heard a loud music coming from her room. Her door was ajar. Her giggles and Sarah’s reached my ears. I closed my eyes trying not to imagine what they were doing. I sneaked quickly to my room and locked the door behind me.

Endless thoughts in an endless night. The haunting images of my naked sister didn’t leave me in peace; she was there, on her knees, hugging the pillow, biting the sheets, panting with pleasure, a green dildo between harbiye escort pink lips. I found my hand inside my pants, stroking my hard erection, having only one wish, my penis were a small green dildo.

I heard the loud sound of the garage sliding up, thanks God, my parents were back. I could leave now this voluntary prison I put myself in. I felt coward but couldn’t help it. I didn’t have the courage to be left with sister alone, not now. What would I say? You don’t need to be embarrassed because I saw your friend fucking you with a dildo?

I changed into my sleeping clothes. When I heard my mom’s loud voice, I opened the door and walked out.

“Hey honey, have you spent the night at home?”

“No, I hanged out with Sam and Billy.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes, we did”

Why you don’t ask Nikki if she had fun. It seems I couldn’t think of anything else other than my sister that night. Closing the bathroom’s door behind me, I sat on the toilet, pulled down my boxers, and started stroking my penis. I needed badly to relieve myself. Usually I would carry a model or a celebrity picture with me when masturbating, but not for this night. This night, I had only one picture in my mind, a forbidden but very exciting one.

I turned my head, and saw the hamper full with clothes. On top of them, there was a folded purple thong. For the first time in my life, I had a thrill looking at my older sister’s underwear..

-5-

I reached out for the small piece of satin. My hand was trembling. This was definitely incest. Touching my sister’s underwear with the same hand I used to stroke my penis. I felt guilty but excited, dirty but thrilled, curious to examine this intimate thing my sister wore next to her privates.

I picked up the lacy thong, and unfolded it. God, how smooth and comforting it felt against my fingers. A girl ought to be proud of her privates to cover them with these delicate expensive things. And it was not any girl’s underwear; it was my sister’s underwear.

I rolled my fingers along the narrow strip witch was buried inside her ass crack, before she took it off. A thrill filled my loins. I was violating my sister’s privacy, her femininity, her forbidden untouchables.

I opened the thong and examined its crotch. A faint yellow hue was there; my sister’s secretions, her forbidden stains, her sweat and juices. I was hard, hard beyond belief. I stretched the crotch against my nose and sniffed. It was the sent of heaven. It was my sister’s private smell.

I rubbed the crotch against my face, smearing my skin with her secretions. My skin was burning like hell. My dick was hard, achingly hard. I needed to touch it, to stroke it, to caress it with this skimpy underwear.

I wrapped the purple thong around my penis. The smooth material felt heavenly around my dick. I covered my balls with the waist band and stretched the crotch against my shaft. I’ve never been so close to my sister’s pussy like this. The same material was stretching against our genitals. Her sweat and juice, my sticky semen, I was dirty, dirty. I came like I never did before, filling the small crotch with my thick cum. When I finished, I unwrapped my sister’s thong and examined it. A small lake of semen was filling its crotch and ikitelli escort dripping through its thin material.

What did I do? I ruined my sister’s expensive lingerie. I couldn’t put it back in the hamper. Not like this. I should hide it somewhere and try to wash it sometime later. If it gets ruined I can’t put it back in her drawer.

One night can change your life. I saw my sister naked, masturbated with her thong, and stole her underwear, all in one night, a night of guilt, a night of lust..

-6-

Next day, I woke up early, ate my cereals, and walked out to Billy’s home. I was so relieved to have this skiing thing arranged one week earlier. I wasn’t ready to face Nikki, not yet.

I spent a good time with the guys. The air was cold and refreshing. The snow was white, purely white, the color of innocence, the thing I lost last night. Everything was lost, my cum filling my sister’s underwear, a green dildo inside her pussy, my sister was a whore; she deserved every thought I had of her. Stop feeling guilty about what you did.

When I came home, my mom was in the kitchen, preparing some sandwiches. She asked me to sit in the living room. the sandwiches would be there in a minute. I took off my jacket, turned on the TV, when my sister, Nikki, came down from upstairs.

“Hey, Jack”

I looked up, gasped in awe, and stared helplessly. Nikki was still in her sleepwear, her hair wrapped in a ponytail, her face looked fresh and clean. She was wearing pink pajama pants covered with spongebob pictures, which looked sexy and cute. Her breasts filled the small triangular cups of a white tight camisole. My face blushed, noticing the dark imprints of her large nipples on the sheer fabrics. Pink lacy trim surrounded the cups of her flimsy top.

“Hey, Nikki”

“Did you have fun?”

“What?”

“Skiing with Billy and the guys, did you have fun?”

“Yeah, a lot of fun”

Damn, she looked so casual and confident, like if nothing at all happened last night. I felt angry and stupid, a guy who’d been cheated. I was dying there, anxious not to embarrass her, dreading this moment of meeting her, and here she is, acting like there was nothing wrong at all. I was so angry, and I didn’t know why!

“So, where’s your friend Sarah?”

“She left two hours ago; she went home to change into other clothes. Tom and Greg are taking us tonight to watch a movie…. Have you seen my songs’ CD?”

She asked, bending down, searching under the TV stand. Her tight pajama stretched against her large firm ass. I was breathing hardly, staring at the panty lines which showed clearly under the thin material of her pink pajama. Actually, the upper part of a blue cotton panty was showing above the pajama’s waist band. I sneaked a peek into the kitchen, making sure mom wouldn’t catch me staring at my older sister’s sexy ass.

“Jack! You haven’t answered my question. “

“What?”

“Have you seen my CD?”

“No. “

“I wonder where I left it last time. I better look again though my stuffs. “

She stood up, and walked upstairs, back to her room. A small erection was playing inside under my pants. This was not good. I was starting to get horny in the presence of my sister. This is not normal. I stood up, and walked upstairs to the bathroom.

“Jack, where’re you going?” My mom’s voice sounded behind me.

“One minute, mom, don’t worry. I’ll come back to eat all the sandwiches”

But for now, I needed to relieve my tension with a handy fresh pair of my sister’s underwear..

To be continued very soon..

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The first time I met Elle I had dropped in to see my cousins, Kelly and Patricia. I’d like to emphasise that they were just my cousins, daughters of my aunt, and I’d known them, like, forever. There was no romantic attachments, they were like a couple of extra sisters. I’d dropped in with goodies for them from my mother and a general greeting from everyone else.

We were having a snack and a drink while they unwrapped their goodies when this delightful young woman wandered into the room. It turns out that this was their housemate, Elle. She was in her early twenties, blond, about five foot six, and a magnificent figure. I was able to make an accurate assessment of her figure because, by some oversight, she had forgotten to get dressed.

Elle didn’t appear to notice me at first, but when she did she didn’t get excited about the state of her attire, or lack of it I suppose I should say, but if anything she stood slightly more erect, thrusting that wonderful bosom out a little more.

“Elle,” Kelly said, “this is our cousin, David. He’s not a boyfriend, and you’re not supposed to walk in naked when there’s a man here.”

“Sorry, Kel,” came this soft little voice, “I didn’t know he was here. But if he’s not a boyfriend it doesn’t matter, does it.”

Then Elle waved vaguely in my direction and swayed out of the room again, showing that the rear view was just as good as the front, and the way she walked should be bottled and sold.

Pat told me that Elle was a very nice young woman, but she was a little bit of an exhibitionist, and had this tendency to walk naked past any new man the cousins brought home.

“And when that happens,” grumbled Kelly, “we find we have to fend our new boyfriends off all night long, because they assume that if Elle walks around like that, then we will too.”

“Can’t you get her to stop?” I asked with a laugh.

“She doesn’t seem able to,” groused Pat. “She’s agreed not to, but she can’t seem to help it. Notice the way she just wandered through to see who you were.”

“You’ll have to be firmer,” I suggested and then switched the subject back to family matters.

The next time I dropped by was a couple of weeks later. This time Elle answered the door, au natural, much to my amusement. She really had a fine figure. Elle showed me into the front room then went to get my cousins, who came in fuming.

“You see what she does,” growled Pat. “She says that you don’t count as you’re not a boyfriend, just a cousin.”

I couldn’t help laughing. It might be annoying for my cousins, but for me it was quite delightful.

“Why don’t you threaten her with some sort of penalty, or warn her of the potential dangers of flashing strangers.”

“We have, but it’s water off a duck’s back. She won’t walk around nude unless one of us is home, so she’s got built-in protection. And she’s a superb housemate apart from this one quirk,” lamented Kelly.

We changed the subject and switched to family matters again. When I went to leave Elle was also departing, so I took the chance to have a word with her while we walked down the path. I politely pointed out that she was upsetting my cousins with her nude antics, and I’d appreciate it if she’d refrain from pulling them.

Elle giggled, and asked, “And if I don’t?”

I smiled and said “Consequences.”

She tossed her head and walked away, and I could hear a trill of laughter float back to me.

My next meeting with Elle and my cousins took place the next weekend. I dropped in with my usual gifts from the parents and Kelly answered the door. Letting me in we went through to ortaköy escort the front room and Elle and Pat were both there, both fully dressed.

I duly greeted Elle and she responded, then she flitted out of the room while I settled down with Pat and Kelly for a chat.

Then Elle wandered back in the room, nude, and asked Kelly if she knew where Elle’s new pink bra was. Kelly looked pointedly at me and then back at Elle, who simply waved her hand and said I don’t count. I wasn’t a boyfriend.

I can recognise a challenge when I’m hit over the head with it. I stood, rolled my shoulders to limber myself up slightly and then moved between Elle and the door. I then asked Pat and Kelly if they’d excuse us for a moment as I needed to have a quick word with Elle.

Pat and Kelly looked at me and then over at Elle, who just nodded to them, so they quietly left us alone.

Elle was standing posed so that I could fully appreciate everything she had, and oh, boy, did she have a lot.

“What did you want to talk about?” she asked, her musical little voice sounding like little bells tinkling.

“Consequences,” I said. “You thought I was bluffing but, I’m sorry, you lose. I wasn’t.”

“Really?” Elle purred at me. “So what now? Are you going to kiss me?”

“I don’t think so,” I said thoughtfully. “It seems to me that you’ve had plenty of warnings and they don’t seem to affect you at all, so I thought I’d go for something more meaningful.

Being a gentlemen, I’ll give you a choice. You can bend over that nice armchair so that I can slowly ravish your pretty pussy, or you can bend over my knee so that I can soundly spank your pretty bottom.”

I smiled. “Your call. Of course, if you’re into that sort of thing, I’m quite willing to spank and then ravish.”

Elle was patently shocked at the way the stakes had suddenly risen. Was I bluffing or not? If she promised to behave, would I let it go?

“I could scream,” she said. “Your cousin will come in.”

“True, but I suspect that you’d rather keep this between us,” I returned. “And if they do come, they may approve of my suggestion.”

I received a dirty look for that comment. Elle did want it kept between us. I could see her thinking, looking for an out that wasn’t totally humiliating.

“All right,” she said, capitulating. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.

“Thank you,” I returned with a smile. “Um, you realise you still haven’t chosen the consequences?”

“What?” Elle asked indignantly. “I apologised.”

“And I appreciate it, but too late, I’m afraid. Your choice is?”

Now Elle was really glaring at me. “Do you really think I’m going to bend over and let you have sex with me?” she wanted to know.

“Not really,” I said, “which is a pity, but I guess I’ll survive the disappointment.”

I stepped over to the armchair and sat, at the same time reaching out to capture Elle’s arm. A gentle tug and she was sprawled across my lap.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she half yelped at me, shock making her short of breath.

“You ruled out option one,” I pointed out. “That only leaves option two.”

At the same time I brought my hand smartly down on her bottom.

From my point of view it was quite funny. Elle wanted to scream and yell at me, but she didn’t want my cousins barging in to witness what was happening. The result was a series of small frustrated squeaks as I gave her bottom a firm paddling.

I wasn’t being deliberately nasty, just firm. After a quick spanking I just let my hand rest on her bottom for a few moments, making sure otele gelen escort that we both agreed on her future behaviour.

The deal was that Elle would stop flashing my cousin’s boyfriends (and me). I gently reminded her that if she reneged on the deal, option one was still on the table. Somehow or other, my hand had accidently slipped round the curve of her bottom and was gently stroking her pussy, when I reminded her of this. I wasn’t sure how to interpret the wriggle and squeak she gave at that point.

I could hear my cousins talking and guessed they had decided our private time was up. Elle had time to stand and step away from me when Pat and Tracy entered. Elle nodded to me and the girls and excused herself, saying she had things to do. It was a case of exit, stage left.

Pat and Tracy looked at Elle as she left and then turned on me.

“Why is her bottom red?” Pat demanded.

I shrugged helplessly.

“How would I know? Possibly from sitting on a hard chair?”

I got old-fashioned looks from both the girls, but they didn’t mention the subject again.

Oddly enough it was only a few days later that I was back at my cousins’ place. My aunt had dumped some things for them on my mother who dumped them on me with instructions that they were urgently needed and the girls would be waiting for them.

They weren’t. It was Friday night and they were both out. Elle (fully dressed) let me in and directed me to leave the things in the front room. I carried them in and dumped them on the coffee table and turned to leave and there was Elle, standing in the doorway, taunting me.

She wasn’t nude, but she had removed her dress and was standing there in the briefest bra and undies I’d ever seen. For god’s sake, she looked even more naked than she did when fully nude. I assume she was trading on the fact that she wasn’t actually naked.

I just laughed, and said “That counts,” and started towards her.

Elle turned and bolted down the hall and vanished into her bedroom. I strolled down and entered. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, biting her lip and staring at the door, and me.

I glanced at the door and what do you know, a press button on the door handle to let you lock it from the inside. A button the Elle had not pressed, but which I did.

“I’m not naked,” Elle protested. “You said nothing about being in my underwear. We all walk about in bra and panties at time.”

I didn’t even bother to answer that. She knew exactly what she was doing when she took off her dress and she could easily guess my reaction.

I calmly sat next to her on the bed and indicated she should bend across my knee. She sat firm, but didn’t resist when I just took hold of her armed and pulled her across me. With her now lying across my lap, I reached over and unclipped her bra, watching as she let it slip down and off her arms. I then slowly peeled her panties down, pushing them all the way down to her ankles, then off.

“You’re naked now,” I quietly told her.

Then my hand came down on her bottom. She gasped, as my hand landed so lightly she could barely feel it. The tips of my fingers just skittered lightly across her rump, feeling it, tracing the curves and edges of it.

Elle was breathing harder now as I continued tracing her body, using the lightest possible touch. She was being tormented by this little touch she could hardly feel but was agitating nerves wherever it went.

My finger tips raced around her back and then back down to her bottom, drifting casually back and forth across it before drifting otele gelen escort even lower.

Elle’s thighs had moved apart slightly when I had started touching her so lightly. The tormenting little flutter of my fingertips was so different from the spank she’d been anticipating that she’d unconsciously relaxed. Taking advantage of that relaxation my finger tips drifted between her thighs, bringing the lightest possible touch to her lips and inner thighs.

Elle gasped at that touch, legs involuntarily parting more and her bottom lifting slightly, wanting a firmer contact. I deliberately restrained myself, keeping the tight tantalisingly tender. There was so little pressure that if it wasn’t for the way her nerves were curling beneath that contact she wouldn’t have been able to say if I’d actually touched her.

I was surprised at how fast Elle became excited. She must have been anticipating something happening between us and now her body was shouting for attention. Even with the light touch I was using her labia had swollen and parted slightly, inviting me in.

I moved Elle from my knees to her bed, laying her on her back, and my fingers started their little dance across her breasts, down over her tummy and onto her mons. Elle was slowly twisting about now, trying to anticipate where that touch would land next and trying to move into it.

I let one hand finally make firm contact, cupping and holding Elle’s love mound, squeezing and playing with it, while my mouth now started its own exploration of Elle.

I gently kissed her eyelids, then dropped small kisses over her face before settling on her lips, which were now eager to meet mine. Kissing while my hand played and my fingers probed deeper, then I was drifting down again. My mouth wandered around Elle’s breasts for a while before moving up the edges of her breast, following those gentle upward curves until I latched onto a nipple. A little bite brought a much louder squeal, and I moved over to the other globe. Fair share, after all.

Now I took a few moments to divest my own clothing, while Elle lay there, trembling slightly and watching my every move. She watched fascinated as I slipped on a condom, and then I was positioning myself between her thighs.

I looked at Elle, enquiry obvious on my face, and she nodded, permission granted but hurry it up was the message I got back. Then we were both laughing as she lifted her knees high and wide, reaching down to take me in hand and guide me home.

It was my intention that once I entered Elle I would take my time and treat her to a long slow loving that would eventually culminate in an orgasm for her as well as myself.

You know what they say about plans. To quote the poet ‘The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley’.

As soon as I penetrated Elle everything seemed to explode around us and we were screwing like rabid rabbits. I swear I’m not sure why the bed didn’t collapse under us. Did Elle reach her climax, you ask? Oh, yes. Several times. Me? Ditto.

We just couldn’t seem to control ourselves and we kept at it. Eventually we fell apart and lay there exhausted. I looked over at Elle and she was looking at me. And then we were both laughing again.

I’m not sure what we talked about, but we spend half the night just chatting to each other. Then we slept.

When I woke in the morning Elle was already awake, snuggling close to me and gently stroking me. This time, things went as per my original plan, and I gave Elle a long slow loving. It had to be long and slow. I was still recharging my well drained batteries, but Elle didn’t complain about the result.

The complaints started at breakfast when my cousins figured out what was going on and wanted to nail my hide to the wall. But like I said earlier, they’re like sisters. Every boy learns how to tune out a sister’s complaints early in life. It’s vital for survival.

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