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Author’s Note to the Readers: Unlike some of my other shorter multi-chapter story lines, I have allowed this story to run its own course at its own pace, hoping to portray the main characters in a more three-dimensional manner. I encourage to you to pour a nice glass of wine in a quiet setting and indulge in the tale of two siblings gradually crossing into a loving, incestuous relationship.

The Jacuzzi

The Uber dropped Megan Williams and her brother, Jason, at the entryway of a long, sprawling driveway to the estate. The driver had said he’d be happy to drive them up to the house itself, but they politely declined. They both got out and began a long, leisurely quarter-mile walk toward the place they had called home throughout their childhood and into early adulthood. Megan was now 30, and her older brother Jason was 31. Each step carried a new burst of nostalgic memories.

The siblings walked along silently, side-by-side, for several minutes. Jason noticed Megan shiver despite the warm early-Summer Los Angeles weather. He put an arm around her and pulled her toward him, and she allowed her head to be slightly sheltered against his broad shoulder.

They were both dressed in black.

Jason lived with his wife in Sacramento. Megan stilled lived in L.A., but across town in Glendale. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year. It wasn’t by choice: they had always been close friends as well as siblings, quite fond of each other, but they both were incredibly busy in their different careers. They were happy to be in each other’s presence again, but not under these unfortunate circumstances.

A week earlier, Jason had been pulled out of a meeting to take an urgent call from his sister.

“It’s Mom,” Megan said simply.

Jason gripped the phone. “Gone?”

“Not yet…but close.”

Jason was on a flight just a few hours later, and he arrived at the hospital in time to join Megan in spending a few final hours with their mother, who finally passed peacefully just before midnight. While she hadn’t been healthy the last couple of years, her sudden downturn had caught everyone by surprise. But she was at rest now, and the siblings were thankful that there had been, toward the end, just enough consciousness in their mother to recognize that they were both there. She died with a smile.

Their father had died twelve years previously. He had been a very wealthy developer, and the siblings were thankful for the fact that he had left a significant estate to their mom. They had each received a sizeable chunk, too, but to know that their mother would never have to worry about money in her golden years was a relief to them. Upon her passing, the entirety family fortune was to be split equally between the two of them. Financially, they were now set up pretty nicely. The only asset that would require a mutual decision was what to do with the house, which their mother had left to them as equal owners.

Megan and Jason were both successful in their own careers and living comfortably in their own homes with their respective spouses. Jason and his wife, Theresa, were childless, Megan and her husband George had five-year-old daughter, Julie. They walked slowly up to the house, because they both instinctively knew that it was likely to be the last time. They had already agreed to sell the place that neither of them intended to live in again.

The house was truly an outright mansion. Just before the time Jason and Megan had been born, their father had purchased a large plot of land in Bel Air, a posh residential area neighboring Beverly Hills. He had taken it upon himself to design and build an almost ridiculously enormous 6-bedroom house—at the time he had been expecting (hoping?) to produce several more children. But complications during Megan’s birth (she came to be barely 11 months after Jason) had rendered it impossible for their mother to conceive again. Nevertheless, their father decided to keep the big house, and the siblings had grown up around quite a few adventures throughout the expansive estate. It had not been unheard of for a single game of hide-and-seek to last all day!

Their mother had been very private, with only a few close friends, and there were no other close relatives, so the funeral had been small and intimate, with just a brief reception afterward. Megan and Jason were happy to return to a house that was now quiet, neither of them being a fan of moping around for hours with people saying how sorry they were. They’d said good-bye to Mom, they would certainly miss her, but life had to go on.

Even though Megan lived just across town, there had been agreement that she would stay at their mom’s place, as would Jason, so they could sort through all the paperwork and take care of all the other complicated logistics that seemed to pile up around someone’s death, especially so for someone of considerable wealth. Lawyers and bank managers, financial advisors and domestic employees…they all had to be dealt with. Then there was the bostancı escort task of finding the right realtor to put the house on the market. Jason’s wife understandably knew that Jason would be away for a week or two. Megan’s husband, George, had agreed to stay back at the house with their daughter so that Megan could focus on dealing with the estate.

A few days after the funeral, everything had been pretty much squared away. The financials were dealt with, and the house was now listed and would start showing on Sunday. Jason was in the study, at what was his father’s, then his mom’s desk, putting a random file away. Megan entered, waving her cell phone.

“It’s after five,” she declared. “No more paperwork. Let’s order some food that’s bad for us and cut loose.”

Jason smiled at her. Megan had always been the more mischievous of the two. Whereas his normal air was that of quiet thoughtfulness, hers was generally cheerful and chatty, but not overly so. She also had a wry, sardonic wit and was more adventurous, which contrasted (as well as complimented) with his more reserved, logical way of approaching life.

“We’ve already been eating food that’s bad for us,” Jason said. “There’s leftover pizza in the fridge.”

“I know, but I want to double-down on the carbs with some Chinese food. Whaddya say?”

Jason regarded his sister for a moment. Like him, Megan had been moved deeply by their mother’s death, but as the cheerleader of the family she was making an effort to distract them from their grief. She was no longer wearing black but was now clad in red shorts and a stylish white V-neck t-shirt. Her long, auburn hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her feet were bare. Through a brotherly lens, Jason noted that Megan was quite beautiful and in excellent shape. Her legs were toned and tanned. Her sizeable breasts were often the first thing people noticed about her—at least, that had been what all of Jason’s buddies had been obsessed with throughout high school. But the most physically attractive thing about her, in his opinion, was her radiant smile.

She was smiling at him now.

“Sure,” he said. “Let’s throw in a little MSG with our pizza grease.”

“Good choice, sir!” Megan said in a British butler’s voice, as if Jason had been the one to suggest what they’d been eating for dinner. She tapped on her phone for a food delivery service. She glanced up at him once, about to ask what he wanted, but she knew what he liked. She admired his consistency.

She also had to admit to herself that Jason was quite handsome. Even dressed down in old faded jeans and a simple polo shirt, she knew he could capture more than a few glances from the ladies. His wife was lucky to have him. He stood six feet to her tall-for-a-woman five-foot-six. Like her, Jason was slender, but with a very athletic build, sculpted through a combination of good genes, hours of tennis per week, and running at least three times a week. And except for this week, of course, she knew that he was a very healthy eater.

A little over an hour later the siblings were exchanging greasy smiles, having wolfed down far too much broccoli beef and orange chicken than was necessary.

Pushing her plate away, Megan said, “You know what I’m amazed we haven’t done yet?”

Jason wiped his mouth and stood to start gathering the dishes—really just polystyrene plates and cheap chopsticks. “Tell me what we haven’t done yet.”

“Raided Mom’s bar.”

Jason grimaced. “You mean Dad’s bar. Mom barely drank; I’d wager the booze in that bar dates back to when Dad was alive.”

“Well,” Megan said, standing. “There’s only one way to find out.”

Their father had built a substantial wet bar into the general layout of the formal living room, and the siblings spent several minutes digging through the various cabinets for anything that still looked drinkable. There were a number of half-full bottles that looked a little scary, covered in dust. However, to their pleasant surprise, there were also full bottles, still sealed.

Megan jumped back around to the other side of the bar and leaned up against it, like a customer. “So, what do we have, barkeep?”

Jason arranged them neatly on the bar, facing the labels out toward her. “Well,” he said, “we’ve got a couple of vodka choices, some gin, and a few styles of whisky, bourbon.” He also confirmed they also had a few mixers that looked consumable.

“Perfect,” Megan cheered. “We’ve got the basics. I’ll get some ice.”

A few minutes later, they were relaxing on the couch, each sipping a huge martini. Megan’s was more on the fruity side, with vodka. Jason was a traditionalist and preferred pretty much straight gin.

“This is nice,” Megan sighed, taking a healthy sip. “We’ve been moping around this house for days, and I’ve hardly had so much as a glass of cheap red wine in the last week.”

“Agreed,” Jason said, savoring his own beverage.

Megan, who’d been sitting with her cute little bare feet tucked under her, uncurled ümraniye escort bayan one leg and poked at her brother’s thigh with a toe. “Hey,” she said, “Remember that time we snuck drinks out of the bar when we were kids?”

Jason grinned. “Just the one time?”

Megan laughed. “Well, I mean that one time, one of the first times, when we really got lit up.”

“Oh, oh!” It was his turn to laugh. “You mean when we dared each other to drink—God, what was it—Midori liqueur!”

“Yeah! And straight! Just that!”

“So gross!”

That got them giggling, spurred by their current alcoholic imbibing.

“Well,” Megan said, “it got the job done!”

“I’ll say,” Jason quipped. “You started barking like a dog.”

“And you stripped down to your tighty-whities and started sliding down the banister over and over!”

That set them off into new levels of laughter. Megan barely kept from sloshing her drink on herself. Jason reached out and helped steady her grip. She responded by nudging his thigh again, causing him to be the one to actually spill. Fortunately, his drink was clear, and all it did was create a wet spot on his pants, and, ironically, her toes.

“Clean me off!” Megan demanded with mirth, lifting her foot to his face. She wiggled her neatly painted toes.

“Not even if I had a whole bottle Midori,” he shot back, pushing her foot away.

She leaned back, calmed her chortling, and took another sip. While he dabbed at his thigh with a cocktail napkin, Megan looked slowly around the room, trying to memorize every nook and cranny in the place. This would be one of their last evenings here. This realization threatened to dampen her perfectly balanced buzz, so she quite literally shook her head and stood.

“I’m ready for Round Two,” she said, holding out her glass.

Jason glanced up at her incredulously. “Your glass is still half-full.”

“Oh really?” She winked at him, then slammed the second half of her drink in one gulp. With another wink, she held out her now empty glass.

“Okay, okay, you lush.” Jason stood and took her glass. He tried to get through the rest of his own drink as he crossed over to the bar again. As he made their next rounds, he looked at his sister and caught her looking around the room once more, suddenly quiet.

“You okay, sis?”

She blinked and looked his way. She gave him a bit of a forced smile, but her eyes were watery. She said, “Just getting nostalgic, I guess. But another drink will fix that.”

He approached her with fresh beverages. Handing her hers, he said, “I miss her, too.”

They clinked glasses and sipped, just watching each other for a few moments. Megan savored another couple of sips, wiped away a tear, and settled herself.

“No,” she said. “We’re done moping. We’re gonna get stupid tonight, we deserve it.” She wandered over to the big glass doors that led out to the patio. It was just getting to dusk, and the sky had a beautiful reddish-gold hue from the low sun and the smog. She continued, “Our spouses are miles away—my kid is miles away—and we have this house to ourselves for the first time in a long time.”

“For the last time,” Jason corrected somberly.

Megan turned and looked at him. “Exactly. And you know what? We’re going to fucking take advantage of it!”

“And how would you like to do that,” he asked. “Crank up some music? Go sliding down the bannister again?”

“Only if you do it in your tighty-whities again,” Megan quipped. “That would be hilarious to see at your age now.”

Jason grimaced. “That would be painful to do that at my age now!”

“Why would it—oh!” Megan said, then blushed. Jason merely shrugged with a cocky grin and took another ship. “Well,” she regrouped, “I do know what would be fun and relaxing after the stress of the week. In fact, I can’t believe we didn’t think of it sooner.”

“Do tell.”

“The Jacuzzi!”

Jason broke out into a big grin. “Oh my god, you’re right!”

Among the lavish appointments to the estate, their late father designed and built a huge hot tub. Though it wasn’t of the actual brand, they still called it the Jacuzzi. It could easily seat ten to twelve people, thought it most often only had the two siblings, as kids, splashing around in it. In fact, it often ticked off their dad, because the two kids seemed to enjoy it more than the enormous pool adjacent to the tub.

“Oh shit,” Jason said, “I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” He had come down here to bury his mother and settle her estate, not go swimming.

Megan frowned. “Damn, me neither.” They sulked for a moment, each sipping quietly.

Megan was the first to speak up again, having reached a decision. “What are you wearing right now?” she asked him.

Puzzled, Jason simply looked down at himself, then back to her. “Have you drunk yourself blind?”

“No, silly. I mean underneath.”

“Underneath?”

“Yeah. Boxers or briefs? Or do you still wear tighty-whities?”

Jason blushed. “If you must know, kartal escort boxer-briefs. And they’re black.”

“Perfect.”

He squinted at her. “How so?”

“It’s simple,” she said. “You can wear those.”

Jason scoffed. “What is it with you with me and my underwear all of a sudden?”

“Wear them in the Jacuzzi.”

“You’re definitely drunk.”

She giggled and stepped toward him. “I’ll admit, I’m moderately drunk, and I plan to get more so. But I’m being serious right now. I mean think about it: how is wearing your boxer-briefs in the Jacuzzi really that different from wearing your swimsuit? I’ve seen the ones you wear, and they’re quite…form fitting.”

Jason blushed again. “It is different. One is for swimming. The other is underwear!”

Megan rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, don’t be a hair-splitting prude. And besides, once you’re in the water, it’s all about the bubbles.”

Her brother mellowed at the mention of bubbles. In the design of the hot tub, not only had their dad made the thing far too big for what they really needed, he’d also incorporated a countless number of strategically place jets and bubble makers that turned the tub into an outright caldron. As kids, Jason and Megan had spent countless hours splashing and giggling in the tub as the bubbles would balloon their swimsuits.

Jason scrutinized his sister. “And what about you?”

She knew what he was getting at. “Same thing.”

“You’ll go in your undies?”

“Sure, why not?” It was her turn to glance down at herself. “What I’m wearing underneath is no more revealing than one of my bikinis.”

Jason thought about this. He hadn’t seen his sister in a bikini in a long time, but he did recall she went more on the skimpier side. It made it an interesting challenge to look at her as just a brother, and he was well aware the reaction it gave to his friends whenever they saw her in one, back in the day.

“You really want to get in that hot tub,” he said.

“Yep, and I’m tired talking about it. It’s time to do it.” She handed him her glass, once again empty. “You make me another one of these, I’ll go out there and turn everything on.”

He took her glass, shaking his head. This was so silly. But he had to admit, he was being a prude. These days, the difference between a bikini and underwear seemed to be little more than a mental hang-up. And she was right about the bubbles. Once they were in the water, the surface would be churning and gurgling, and they would be censored anyway. So, why the hell not!

While putting their third round of drinks together, Jason glanced up and saw his sister through the now open patio doors. She had turned on the jets and was already wiggling out of her shorts. There was some distance between them, but Jason still managed to spill some booze on the bar by the distraction of Megan bending over, pulling her shorts down. He could make out that she was wearing a black pair of panties. They weren’t quite thong, but they were cut in a way that showed a considerable amount of butt cheek above each of her toned legs. When she stood, he almost added a spit-take to the earlier spill when, at first, he thought she was topless, but upon further scrutiny it became clear she was wearing a bra that was close in tone to her flesh.

“Just like a bathing suit,” he tried to convince himself in a mumble.

Megan was easing into the bubbling water when Jason got to the hot tub. He set their drinks down at the edge and then put his fingers in the water, testing the temperature.

“A little on the hot side,” he said. “Why was Mom keeping this heated? She probably hasn’t used the thing in a couple of years—hey!” He flinched at having been splashed.

Megan said, “Stop being a penny-pinching prude and get in here. If you get hot after a while you can always go splash in the pool.”

As Jason stood back up and started taking off his shirt, he glanced down to see his sister make her way to the edge of the tub for her drink. Megan’s shapely breasts were half out of the water, which bubbled and glistened around her. Her bra appeared to be more sensible and supportive than sexy, but it also obviously wasn’t designed to be used as a bikini top, because her nipples and areolas were very prominently showing through the wet material, just under the waterline.

Jason swallowed and forced himself to look away. Megan had been so nonchalant about crossing over to get her drink, she was probably not yet aware that she was far more exposed than she thought. Hopefully she would sit back deeper into the bubbling water with her drink and that would be that.

After just a bit more hesitation, Jason finally shucked his pants, then turned back toward the tub. Taking another sip of her drink, Megan got a good look at him. There was still a glow from the twilight of the day, and there was also the glow from the Jacuzzi lights, so Jason was fairly well lit. Megan had to admit that her brother had a pretty kickin’ bod. He had broad shoulders and a long torso. It was the early part of the summer, but he already had a pretty nice tan. His skin was smooth and not hairy, something Megan always noted with a slight pang: her husband was also in pretty good shape, but he had a rather hairy chest, not something she particularly liked.

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The halls of the castle were mostly empty as Daddy carried me down them. His thick cock was still buried inside of me, and with every step it throbbed in my wet cunt and had me moaning over his shoulder.

“Listen to you, you little slut,” he laughed, slapping my ass as he walked, “desperate for any cock to fill you up, huh?”

“No!” I moaned, even as I tried to writhe against him. “Only yours daddy.”

“We’ll see about that.” He smirked and manoeuvred us to the nearest wall. As soon as he pushed me up against it his cock rammed in further and I could hear the balls slap against my ass.

“Oh, fuck, mm!” I moaned, arching my back and preparing myself for another perfect fuck. My father smirked at me even as he held me up against the wall, both hands clutching my thighs and spreading them apart so he could easily fuck in to my wet hole. With each thrust I moaned like a bitch in heat, gurgling and mumbling, begging him for more even as he increased his pace and started fucking me in earnest.

After a while of getting used against the wall he pulled out and I whined loudly. I could feel a mix of his cum and my pussy juice slipping down my leg but made no move to clean it up – in fact, I hoped I looked as dirty as I felt.

“Mm, you like that don’t you?” He chuckled as I cuddled up to him and hugged him. His hard cock was poked my stomach and I had to use all of my willpower not to touch it or to get down on my knees and take it in my mouth.

“Who knew you’d be such a cock-hungry whore, baby. We’re going to have such fun from now on, don’t you worry. No more fucking yourself in bed thinking of me darling – you’re going to get everything you want, doesn’t that sound good?” He cupped my face and looked down at me, gently rocking his hips against me for a small bit of friction as he leant down and kissed me. I could taste the wine in his mouth and his wet tongue dominated my thoughts for as long as he kept sucking my lower lip in to his mouth and moving to bite my neck. All too soon, he pulled away.

“Problem is, baby, I don’t believe you when you say you only want my cock.”

“B-but daddy, it’s true! Please, you’re the biggest I’ve ever seen, I’m sure there’s no one else that’s going to feel as good, not even close.” Daddy laughed at my childish outburst and began leading me down the hall, high heels still clacking against the stone and only my thong still on, the rest of the outfit having been torn away in all the fucking.

“Daddy, please -” I began, but upon turning a corner near his bedchambers I realised with horror that his guards were still stationed outside of his room, playing some sort of cards on a small table. I gasped loudly which drew their attention and tried with my one free arm to cover up my breasts. Generous bostancı escort as they were, though, they spilt out over my arm and one arm would never have been enough to cover the cum and cream drenching my body.

My father didn’t seem as if he could care less, even smiling wickedly at me before pulling me forward by the hand. By this point the two guards had laid down their cards and were standing to attention side by side.

“Evening, boys.” My father said, pulling me right in front of them, so close that my nipples brushed their uniforms. “We’ve had such a fun time at the feast, I didn’t want you to miss out in any way.” He told them. He ran his hands up and down my arms and sides as he did so, leaning his head over my shoulder and pulling my arms away from my breasts.

The guards looked equally confused and turned on, if the bulge in their pants was anything to go by and I struggled against my father’s hold as he pulled my arms behind my back and held them with one hand. The other slipped down over my clitoris and began playing with it, slipping through the mess of cum I’d already taken. Reluctant though I was to engage with the guards right in front of me, I couldn’t help but squirm and rock my hips up in to my father’s fingers.

“S-sir?” One of the guards questioned, and my father slowed his rubbing down.

“Yes, boy. You two have been exceptional help to me over the past year, don’t you think you deserve a reward? I’m sure you recognise my daughter, hey?” He laughed as me pushed me further in to them. The one on the right caught my arm, ostensibly to steady me, but he didn’t let go as I shuddered from the continued assault on my pussy. His prick was straining in his pants when I looked down and, surely enough, something primal rose up in me at the thought of my daddy watching me being taken by these two me.

“I, well, I suppose we couldn’t really refuse an order from the king, sir.” One of them laughed nervously, raking his eyes over my body and tits now pressed up against the two men standing side by side.

“Indeed you couldn’t,” my father laughed, “but just so you know, she likes it rough. You wouldn’t have guessed it, would you, such an upstanding princess, but she’s more desperate for cock than any of the whores I’ve ever fucked. Probably having to abstain for so long, don’t you think? Maybe you two could teach her a few things.” And with that he let me collapse in to the two guards who eagerly caught me. I could see him out of the corner of my eye taking one of the seats and spreading his legs, palming his still exposed cock.

“Ugh – please – ” I moaned, not entirely sure who or what I was pleading for, but the guards took it as a signal to go. One rounded behind me and started groping my fat ümraniye escort bayan tits from behind, while the other began sloppily kissing me and holding my face with one hand whilst undoing his belt with the other.

“God – ugh, no please,” I tried again, but my father just laughed.

“She came to me with the line-up of whores, you know that boys? Had that sex body exposed to the whole fucking hall, and she was ready to be used by all of them if it meant one shot of getting my cock. Look how fucking desperate she is!” He continued to stroke his giant cock, bouncing it up and down a few times as I looked over as if to taunt me – or maybe offer me a reward.

It didn’t take long for the guard behind me to release his cock and excitedly start sliding it between my wet thighs. He moaned loudly as it slid through and I moaned in response. The men around me chuckled. The guard in front started letting go of my mouth and he stepped back, pulling out his cock. It wasn’t as big as my daddy’s, maybe 6 inches long, but it looked delicious and probably easier to take in whole.

“On your fucking knees, bitch.” The guard behind me sniped, getting a little carried away with fucking the princess they’ probably thought about for years. I complied willingly as the angle was difficult to get fucked from, and befor I knew it he had my face pressed in to the ground, ass lifted right off the floor and his thick cock buried in me. He didn’t wait for me to adjust, though Daddy’s cock had opened me up nicely, and was grunting and ploughing me in to the cold, stone ground before I had a chance to protest.

Aside from the man moaning behind me, the other two were breathing heavily and I almost forgot about them until the other guard lifted my chin up from the ground.

“Hands and knees, now.” He told me, and the guard behind didn’t even let up his crazy pace as I struggled on to my hands and knees. The cock continually buried in my ass had me rocking on all fours, but the way he filled me up and stretched my pussy had me moaning wantonly.

“Ughhh – fuck, yes, please!” I moaned, throwing all decorum out the window. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, your cock feels so fucking good, please! Oh – oh god, please, faster!” I moaned, almost crying, as he slowed his pace down and laughed. He slapped my ass a good few times, each time making me moan out loud.

“You’re right, sir, she is bit of a desperate slut, isn’t she? God, you’re so fucking lucky. Bet you’re going to wake up to her bouncing on your cock every morning from now on!” My father laughed and I glanced to the side to see him very lazily stroking and playing with His cock as he watched me intently.

A pressure on my lips had me look forward again, and the guard in front had his cock pressed kartal escort against my closed mouth. He didn’t seem to be pushing if forward, so I just closed my mouth and let him smear his pre-cum first over my lips, which I licked off, then over my cheeks and eyes. By now I was covered in cum literally from head to toe, and the heady smell of sex had me going crazy. I was still moaning as the guard behind took longer, sower thrusts in to my wet hole, but I was anticipating being filled from both ends.

Luckily, I was soon fulfilled as he let his cock go and rocked it towards me, then back, then towards me again. Rocking it in and out of my reach meant I had to humiliatingly dive forward and desperately suck it in to my mouth, crawling forward a bit so that I could capture it and taste the heady, salty hot flavour of his cock.

All I could hear was laughing as I desperately tried to keep the cock in my ass whilst still diving forward to wetly and slopping suck the cock in front of my face.

“Oh my god! Haha, look at her!” The guard in front laughed, finally having enough of cold air and stepping forward. “God, I think we might have to do this a bit more often sir, not sure my wife can compete with a girl so fucking desperate to suck dick.” They laughed and spoke jovially over my head as I relished the feeling of finally having a thick cock pounding my ass and now the one in front stuffing my face full.

I could feel both of them getting closer after a while of perversely fucking me in this way with my daddy watching and a rhythm started to build up. My favourite was when the one behind thrust in and the one in front pulled out, and then they switched, meaning I was always filled in at least one hole with a cock. But nearing their climax they preferred to both stuff me full at the same time and then both pull out, leaving me moaning and begging for it again. The speed increased and I started crying over the delicious cock in my mouth and ass when they finally lost all control. The guard behind me starting fucking me without restrain, pushing his cock in as fast and hard as he could whilst digging his nails in to my fat ass, and the one in front grabbed my hair and started face fucking me for longer than before. In the end I was gagging and sloppily drooling all over his cock as he pulled out and came in all over my face. I could feel the hot, stick cum running over my eyes and cheeks, and finally some of it into my mouth for me to lap up.

“Ooooooooh mm, baby, yes,” he moaned as I leant forward to lap up the cum on his cock, even as the guard behind buried himself one last time in my pussy and I felt him explode inside of me.

“Uh-mmmmm!” I screamed as collapsed with his weight on top of me. He tiredly continued to rut in to me and I felt the cum leaking out from around his cock as my whole naked body was pressed to the cold floor with his body completely smothering me. It felt right. It felt natural. And now, lying outside my daddy’s bad chambers, I wandered what other pleasures the night would bring…

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Saira was thirsty. Cum thirsty.

She watched Mr. Kazan lean against the bamboo wall while giving his lecture. But Saira was more interested in his big lump than his boring lecture.

Mr. Kazan was a substitute teacher from the next village, and he’d only be there today. Saira sat with her elbows on the desk and her chin on her fist. She stared at the large bulge in Mr. Kazan’s pants, wishing it was in her mouth.

After class, the eighteen-year-old girl unbuttoned her peasant blouse and hurried to the parking lot to ask Mr. Kazan for a ride. But she saw another village girl wiggling her butt into his car. Saria’s mouth felt empty.

Walking home, Saira looked at the lump of every man she passed. One of them was about to get his balls sucked off.

*****

Saira lived in a hut with her mom and two older brothers, Gundal and Arun. The hut lay across the street from a huge jungle. The jungle was fun. Her brothers took her there and to play touchy-feely with her tits.

Saira didn’t mind the tit touching, it was normal. All the village girls got groped by their brothers.

But her brothers were like dogs. They unzipped and peed where ever they wanted. Sometimes Saira watched Gundal pee, not realizing soon she’d be sucking his nasty thing.

One day, Gundal took her into the jungle. Saira figured he wanted to play with her titties. But at a stream, her brother took out his cock and peed in the water. That made Saira have to pee too.

Dropping her shorts, she squatted next to her big brother and squirted.

Gundal watched her, and she watched him. And his prick grew really long and stuck straight up. “Oh wow Gundal… It growed big.”

“Saira do you want to suck it?”

“NO! YUCK!”

“But Saira, in this village a brother is supposed to teach his sister how to suck.”

Gundal yanked her boobs out, ripping her blouse. After he sucked her nipples, Gundal pushed her down to her knees. Saira tried to get away, but her brother moved his boner around her face until he forced it in her lips.

“Now suck it sis!”

Saira did, and it was gross sucking her own brother’s cock. He kept pushed it in and out, face fucking her like a slut, pushing it down her throat. Spit poured down her chin as she sucked. THEN HIS COCK SPURTED!

“Swallow my milk!”

Saira panicked and choked and gulped, but swallowed down most of her brother’s gushing goo. She pulled away and smacked his balls. “You cummed in my mouth! You stupid goat!”

Gundal kissed her head and left Saria on her knees, with her tits hanging out and cum dripping from her mouth. She licked her lips and thought about his cock….and fingered her itchy pussy. Saira realized Gundal was right.

Sucking was fun, a lot more fun than milking goats. In one day, she’d gone from goat milking to man milking.

The next morning, Gundal apologized, bought her a new blouse, and drove her into the village for ice cream. But on the way back, he pulled out her boobs and got another boner. Saira knew what to do. She got on her knees and sucked off her brother.

Man milking was fun!

That was months ago. Now Saira was popular girl in the village. She found out every guy was like her horny brother. Horny boys want blowjobs. Saira was almost glad her brother forced her to suck.

Of course, the guys tried to get in her panties. Saira bostancı escort always said NO. But one day Gundal led her into the jungle again, Saira giggled. “You want me to drink your man milk?”

“No my sister, it’s time to teach you something special. Take off your panties and bend over.” Saira shook her head, but her brother pointed to the log. “W-will it hurt?”

“Yes, it hurts for girls at first.”

Saira dropped her panties and bent over. Gundal whistled when he saw her naked butt and fuzzy brown slit. He fingered her slit. Then she felt his cock head rubbing along her pussy lips. Gundal grabbed her hips and pushed into her tiny hole.

“Oww!” She groaned but didn’t cry when her hymen broke. Her brother fucked harder—and it hurt! Tears came to her eyes.

Gundal stopped pushing. “Don’t cry my sister, it’ll feel better in a minute.”

He squeezed her tits and fucked slower, and when the pain wore off it felt good. Saira pushed back, letting him know he could go deeper. But Gundal turned her around and pushed her ankles up to her ears.

Her brother reared back and plunged his cock deep, pounding unknown places in her pussy. Saira screamed like a wild hyena. Screwing was as much fun as sucking. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, watching the funny grimace on his face.

“Gundal do you like fucking me, your own sister?”

Her brother nodded and yelled, “AHHH!” Pulling out of her pussy, he pushed his cock to her lips. “Hurry up, its gonna squirt. Milk me!”

Saira took the slimy cock in her mouth just as it spurted. She gagged and drank down his milk, squirt after squirt. Then she pulled his still hard cock from her mouth and spread her legs.

“Brother, put it in me again. My hole is hot!”

Gundal screwed her again, harder, and filled her pussy with his seed. Cum dripped from her fuzzy slit for the first time. Saira giggled and washed her sore pussy in the stream.

A week later, she was in the jungle picking mushrooms, when her brothers cornered her. Saira dropped her panties and spread herself on the log. She laughed as her brothers took turns, pounding her pussy.

Fucking made her feel pretty.

.

Soon Gundal had a girlfriend, but he still took Saira into the jungle.

*****

Saira sat on the stool and pulled the teats, one after another, milking the goats. Her daily chore. After the milking, she went to the jungle stream and waited for her brothers to get off work. Her pussy needed a good poking.

As she waited, Saira fingered herself to get her pussy ready. Soon a truck drove into the clearing. A man stepped out, holding a camera. “Oh hi, missy. What are you doing alone out here alone?”

“Waiting for some fun.” She noticed the man’s long fingers. “Why are you here, sir?”

“Oh, I’m a photographer and I’m looking for elephants.”

“Ain’t no elephant in this jungle, mister.” The man looked sad and headed back to his truck. Saira knew what would make him happy. “Hey mister, I’ll suck your cock if you want.”

He froze. “You-you would? But you don’t even know me.”

“I know you got a cock. Just take it out and I’ll suck it good, plenty good.” She grinned. “I’m Saira, what’s your name mister?”

The guy blushed. “Um, Javon.” Saira undid his pants like opening a present… and she was right. Long fingers meant long ümraniye escort bayan cock. Saira took his cock deep in her mouth.

She sucked and sucked and he groaned and groaned.

Javon’s cock was so long it choked her, and she loved it. Finally, Saira was rewarded with cum. The man threw back his head, shooting his sticky milk down her hungry throat.

Saira kept sucking but his cock went limp.

“I was hoping you’d fuck me after I drank your man milk.” She knew Mr. Javon wanted to fuck. Guys always want to fuck. But his cock was limp as a rice noodle.

“Missy, maybe it’ll help if I take some pics of you naked.”

“Sure!” Saira shook off her clothes, gripped her feet, and spread herself wide. “Like this?”

He smiled and snapped some pics of her pretty ass and open pussy. She noticed his cock swell. Saira fingered her pussy, watching his cock stick up like a pole. “Sir it’s…it’s growed again!”

Javon gave her a very good fucking. After he left her brothers drove up. Saira was still naked on the log, with Javon’s cum splattered across her fuzzy pussy. They didn’t care.

Her brothers tied Saira to a log and fucked her like jungle animals.

The next weekend Saira and her brothers went to a movie in the next village. Saira didn’t like the movie, so she went outside for ice cream and noticed Mr. Javon by the shop.

“Hey Mr. Javon. Remember me?” She sucked on her finger.

The man almost fell over. “Oh yes Missy. Do you want some ice cream?”

“No I want milk—salty milk.” Saira tugged him into an alley as he gave her tits and pussy a good feel-up. She dropped to her knees and sucked his long cock.

“Wait Saira.” Mr. Javon led her to his truck, spread her legs and fucked on the seat. She liked getting fucked on the seat. It was softer than the log. Saira had him cum in her mouth, and she drank down his salty milk.

*****

That Monday, Saira was delighted to see Mr. Kazan, substitute teaching her class. His bulge seemed even bigger, and Saira felt her wet panties stick to her cunt lips.

Sitting in the front row, Saira spread her legs and pulled her panties aside to see if the guy noticed her dark bush and pink slit. He did… His face reddened, and his lump throbbed. Perfect.

Mr. Kazan sat his desk to grade papers. Saira unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, walked to the desk, and bent over letting her blouse hang down. She giggled when the teacher peeked down her to nipples.

“Sir, it’s boiling today. And my body is soo hot. Could you give me a ride… home?”

“Um, sure Saira.” As soon as she got in his car, Saira dropped her top and released her jiggling boobs. Mr. Kazan looked worried.

“Sir, it’s okay if you want to feel my tits.” Saira laughed when he lunged her boobs like a hungry ape, squeezing and sucking. She let him suck her nipples for a minute. “Okay sir, time to take me home.”

They drove off, and Saira left her top off. She liked feeling her nipples harden in the cool wind. She gave Mr. Kazan the wrong directions and they ended up in the jungle. He looked around.

“Where do you live Saira? In a tree? “

“Don’t you want to fuck me, sir?”

“No. You’re a student.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Saira lifted her skirt. “My pussy’s real snug.” Mr. Kazan kissed her puffy lips while groping her tits, kartal escort and fingering her twat. Saira loved fingering, but fucking was funner.

“Let’s get in back.” Saira climbed over the seat.

Mr. Kazan got out and opened the back door. Saira already had her panties off and scooted her naked pussy towards him until her ass was off the seat. She spread her feet up the doorframe, opening her pink hole.

“Screw me sir.”

Mr. Kazan unzipped and struggled to get his huge cock out. Saira looked down between her legs and gasped. His cock was twice as long as her brothers and thick as her wrist.

She spread her legs as wide as she could, wiggling her naked twat against his large prick head. When it popped in, it hurt like her first fuck, but Saira knew her pussy could take it.

The man reared back and screwed her deep, and she loved it.

Mr. Kazan pushed her legs over her head, pounding the very bottom of her girl hole. A place where no prick had gone before. It hurt, and Saira felt speared with cock, hard-driving cock. But she felt a tingling in her loins…

The man kept pumping and her body jolted in orgasm.

She bit her lip as goosebumps popped up on her tits and all over her body. His big cock felt so good. Mr. Kazan kept fucking her fast, and his prick shoved deeper and spewed. The feeling of his man milk shooting into her cunt made her cum again.

Saira got up, wiped her pussy, and leaned over the truck seat.

“Fuck me again, sir.”

“Take off your dress. I want you completely naked.”

Saira stripped and bent back over the seat. She squirmed when Mr. Kazan fingered her anus. “You have such a sexy little rump. I want to fuck your ass. Can you take it like a woman?”

She swallowed. “Put it in me, and I will tell you.”

He forced his prick in, stretching out her small anus. It stung as he pushed in deeper, reaming her out, forcing his prick slowly up her butt. Saira thought her poor asshole would rip apart.

“OH FUCK!! You’re killing my butt,” she cried. “STOP IT!” Mr. Kazan stopped. “Wait sir, don’t stop. I didn’t mean that.” Saira braced her thighs. “I-I can take it sir. FUCK MY ASS!”

The teacher screwed her butt again with long hard strokes. Saira felt like she had a bamboo pole shoved up her ass. Mr. Kazan grabbed her tits and plowed his whole prick up her rump.

“OUCH!” It went so deep Saira felt it in her throat.

He kept screwing her butt and soon she heard the teacher panting. The man pumped faster, pinching her titties. Saira knew he was about to shoot. “CUM IN MY MOUTH!”

Mr. Kazan pulled out his cock, and it hurt coming out of her ass. Spinning around, Saira gripped his cockhead in her lips just as it spewed. She swallowed and swallowed, tasting her own ass juice as she gulped down his fuck milk.

Ass to mouth was nasty but fun.

After the fucking Mr. Kazan was happy, and Saira was happy. When he left Saira bathed her warm body in the jungle stream. Cold water felt good on her burning holes.

It was almost dark when she crawled out of the water. Her brothers Gundal, Arun walked up along with an older cousin.

All three guys stared down at her wet, naked body. Saira spread her legs to give them a better peek at her pink crack. They pulled out their stiff boners.

Saira giggled. “Wow, you all growed so big!”

“Yes my sister.” Arun gripped his shaft. “We have three hard cocks, and you have three soft holes to pleasure us.”

Saira laughed, jumped to her feet and ran across the clearing like a wild deer, wiggling her tail.

“Catch me cocks. Catch me, and you can have me!”

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This story is about Joe, a 19 year old, and his 22 year old sister Lena, who is a senior in college home for the summer.

*

This summer, I discovered my sister was a slut. This may sound harsh, but this is not the intent. The truth is I love my sister very and think the world of her. She’s not a nymphomaniac, because as I understand it nymphos don’t even enjoy it. Lena, she really and truly enjoys it, and pursues it, and at least back then she wasn’t too picky about who she enjoyed it with.

Early in the spring, I didn’t know this. But shortly after she returned home from school for the summer, she shocked me by taking a guy up to her room and fucked him, making no attempt to keep the noise down. Back then when a car pulled in the driveway, I left the house. If I came home from work and somebody was there, I would just keep driving. But as spring transitioned into summer, I got used to it, because I was just tired of going out in the pouring rain, or sitting around in blazing sun when I could be home doing what I wanted.

Not that it was cool in the house. The air conditioning had stopped working, and the HVAC guy said we needed to get a new one. Mom said maybe she could afford that next year, but this year she had just enough to make the monthly bills. She was putting in lots of extra hours, which Lena was taking full advantage of. Mom would always send us a text when she was coming home. Ostensibly, it was about what to do for dinner, but I suspect she also wanted to make sure there were no surprises when she got home.

That didn’t always work. There was one summer afternoon I got a text from Mom. She was coming home a little early. It was one of those really hot, humid sunny afternoons without a breath of air. My hair dripped with sweat that ran down my shirtless chest and dampened my underwear as I stood in front of my dresser, stroking the cock hanging over the waistband of my underwear as I watched myself in the mirror. Through my open door, I heard Lena getting loudly fucked by another random guy I’d never seen before. How could I even be in the house and not think about sex when it was happening about fifteen feet away from me? But anyway, Mom takes about twenty minutes to get home, so I had time to finish, and Lena was always careful to kick her fuck buddies out before Mom arrived. I liked to time my orgasm to when I heard Lena cum, because that usually made it more exciting. Now it was ten minutes since the text, and the fucking was still going. C’mon sis, I thought, wrap it up. I gave up on her and with a few hip thrusts and furious stroking, I came expertly onto my prepared tissues.

I glanced down at my phone and realized that Mom had accidentally sent the text only to me instead of our family group. Lena didn’t know. She had six minutes. I ran down the hall and pounded on her door. It wasn’t latched and it swung wide, just as Lena had started her climax. She was on top of the guy doing cowgirl, with her mouth doing the letter O as her hips bucked and swirled against the guy’s pelvis. Her eyes were closed but popped wide in surprise when the door flew open.

“Mom will be home in SIX MINUTES!” I yelled at her.

Lena tried to say something but she was still in the throes of her orgasm. All she said was a breathy “Fuck.” I couldn’t tell if she meant that as an expletive, or what, because she liked to swear a lot when she was fucking.

Since maybe she didn’t understand me, I stood there, watching her and repeated: “Six Minutes!”

Now her eyes came back into focus, and she look at me, her eyes trailing down my sweat drenched underwear, noticing a drop of cum oozed escaped my sagging undies and ran down my leg. She licked her lips, smiling mischeviously.

“Jesus Lena, she’ll be home any minute!”

Finally, Lena came to her senses, and hopped off the guy. She leaned over and took his thick stubby cock in her mouth, her hair dipping into the puddles of her own juices on his pelvis.

“Mmm, fuck that was good”. she said as the cock popped out of her mouth.

She rolled off the bed and told him she was sorry but she didn’t have time to get him off and he needed him to get the fuck out now. The guy said it was fine, and he would like to fuck her again soon. He threw on his gym shorts and started down the hall putting on his tee shirt, with the top of his stiff cock extending well above his waist band.

I went back to my room to get some clothes to bring to the shower, but when I stepped back into the hall Lena was standing there, naked and holding a towel in front of her crotch.

“Sorry, Joe but who needs a shower more right now?”

I looked her up and down from head to toe. Her hair was a mess, matted to her neck with sweat and her own juices. Her luscious lips had lipstick smeared all around, no doubt a result of sucking cock. Perspiration ran down between her beautiful breasts, and a drop hung on the end of her right nipple. As my gaze dropped to the towel she was holding, she slowly moved it to the side while she watched bostancı escort bayan my face with interest. My face reddened as blood rushed into my dick. Her pussy was not shaved but neatly trimmed. I couldn’t see much but suddenly I felt like I wanted to see more.

“Oops, silly me.” she said as she dropped her towel. I stood transfixed as she started to descend slowly into a squat with her knees open wide. Her gaze was now fixed on my crotch, as my member was now at full attention. I knew I should leave but I was transfixed. Her legs open wide, it took in a breath as my eyes devoured the view of her still-swollen labia, and the glorious treasure between them.

I had seen thousands of vaginas, mostly from porn but also a few girls I had done stuff with. But this was the most beautiful little pussy I had ever seen.

A little drop of fluid formed at the bottom of the entrance and I imagined how wet and warm and tight-feeling it must be. Like a zombie, I took a tentative step forward.

I heard the sound of a car door clunking shut. Mom was home.

Lena looked directly into my eyes and she put her finger down to collect the drip and bring it to her mouth.

“Joe,” she said with a wide smile as she stood up and returned her gaze to my crotch. I looked down and realized that my right hand had found its way inside my underwear and was clenched around my throbbing cock.

“This might be a good time to go back to your room.” said my sister as the front door opened.

Lena quickly stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, while I tried to walk nonchalantly down the hall, with my boner bouncing side to side. I figured doesn’t usually come upstairs right away. After all, she’s got to read mail and check Facebook on her laptop. Once safely inside, I considered the fastest way to get rid of this boner. I could either let it go down naturally, or quickly jack off again. I tried the former without success, because the only thing I could actually think about was Lena, her legs spread, and that gorgeous little love hole beckoning me. For the first time, I thought about fucking my sister as I stroked myself hard and fast. I imagined her squatting, and I tackling her, and slipping my cock into that lovely little cave. Oh god it would feel so fucking good. Oh how I want to cum inside that delectable little pussy. Oh fuck I thought and then I came in a flash, squirting semen made it three feet to my mirror where it dripped down to collect in a droplet on the frame, while I continued to spurt more out onto my dresser.

Then I heard steps on the stairs. Mom was coming up. I dashed to me bed and grabbed my denim shorts. I had one leg in when she knocked on the door.

“Joe?”

“Hi Mom, just a minute I’m changing.” I yelled, trying not to sound stressed.

I threw on a tee shirt.

“Joe, there is a letter for you here. It looks like it is from the University.”

“Uh, ok Mom. I’ll open it later.”

“I’m sure your done changing, and I’m dying know if you got in.”, she explained as she opened my door despite my protestation. My cock was still semi-hard, so I crossed my legs as I sat on the bed.

The letter was nothing, just an acknowledgment that I was still on the wait list. I had taken a year off after high school, and my mother was getting anxious that I would never go to college. As she walked out of my room, I could tell Mom was a little disappointed. I thought she briefly glanced at the cum all over the dresser and on the mirror, but she continued out and closed the door behind her. I collapsed on the bed, a dark round circle forming on my shorts where additional cum was leaking out of my shrinking penis.

The next morning, I ignored the morning wood and got ready for work. After getting dressed, I was laying on the bed with my phone, when I heard Lena approach and knock my door. She entered without waiting for me to reply. Her hair was tousled and she was still wearing her wrinkled nightshirt.

“Hey” she said.

“Hi Sis, what’s up?”

She glanced at my crotch.

“Nothing yet. But that may change.” she said mischievously.

She hopped up on my dresser, knees facing me.

“Lena, what do you want?”

“Oh I want a lot of things… But actually I was wondering if I could borrow your phone charger. I can’t find mine.”

“No.

She pouted. Then she started slowly moving her knees apart. When the nightshirt pulled tight, she rocked her hips and pulled it up some more.

“Why not?” she said.

I tried not to look as sexual excitement gave me a light-headed buzz through my entire body. My pants began to bulge, and I wound up staring between her legs as if there were nothing else in the entire world.

“Because I…” And then I lost my train of thought. My cock was yearning for freedom, yearning to be right there in the grip of that luscious, tight little pocket of pleasure.

“So can I borrow it?”

As she said this, her right hand came down to her pussy and spread ümraniye escort the lips even wider so I could darkness in the center of her vagina. Just where I wanted to be. She made a small humping motion with her hips.

“Oh god yes” I said.

She hopped off the dress and grabbed my charger.

“Thanks!”

She started to almost skip out of the room she was so pleased with herself. But then she stopped.

My foreskin was now peeking out of my waistband. It was throbbing under the pressure from the jeans. Lena leaned over me and admired it. I felt paralyzed with lust, as if thought was being suppressed by a wall of desire.

“I was right. Something did come up!”

And with that she walked out the door, letting it swing closed behind her. I watched her ass wiggle beneath the loose nightshirt as she left.

I desperately undid my jeans enough to get access to my throbbing member. The precum oozed at the end and I tasted it, then started stroking my cock in earnest. In my mind I replayed the last few minutes, only this time I undid my pants before she left. I walked over to the dresser that was somehow just the right height. As my sister looked adoringly into my eyes, I grabbed her buttocks and slid her forward until my rock hard penis slipped into her. I imagined her climaxing as soon as I was all the way in, and then… and then… oh god

My cum spurted all over my shirt, and on my bedspread. A few drops hit my face. I was breathing heavily. I heard a small sound near the door, which hadn’t quite closed.

After changing my shirt and cleaning up the rest of my jizz, I went downstairs to grab some breakfast. Lena was all smiles. She had gotten a bowl and spoon out for me and even poured my serial and put the milk out for me.

I felt drained, and a bit unhappy that she was doing this to me. Now that she had discovered the power she could wield, I would be at her mercy, never able to actually get satisfaction.

“Why did you change your shirt?” She asked, barely able to keep a straight face.

“Fuck you.” I said, frowning.

“Mmmm, I look forward to that very much.” she said as she moved languidly towards me.

“Hey, what’s that?” She leaned down and wiped a blob of cum from my pant leg.

She brought her fingers to her lips, and slowly licked it so I could see the milky white drop on her tongue.

“Mmmm, brother cum is the best cum.” she said, now standing next to my chair as I tried to pour my cereal despite a new raging hard-on and a very red face.

Lena leaned in, so her pussy touched my shoulder through her nightshirt. She rocked back and forth just a tiny bit. I could feel her labia through the clothing and I found myself moving my shoulder as if to work my way in and start fucking her with it.

“Mmmm, She said with her eyes closed.” Then she straightened and looked down with a pout. Her nightshirt had a large wet spot where she was against me.

“You are making a lot of messes this morning, bro”

“But have a good day at work. “

She leaned down to give me kiss on the cheek, no doubt she was about to laugh at me as she left me with another raging boner. So at the last second I turned my head and our lips met. I felt her surprise, but took her arms gently and pulled her closer so we didn’t part. I felt her lips go into a smile. Then her hands slid down my chest and up my back as her lips parted and I felt her tongue in my mouth. I thrush my own tongue in her mouth and tasted the semen she had licked off me. With my hands I reached up her nightshirt and felt her breasts for the first time. They felt heavenly soft, but resilient in shape as I cupped them. When I ran my fingers over her nipples she shuddered with pleasure. Her right hand made its way to my pants and she squeezed my cock. I was at the brink of climax. She leaned in to me, pressing herself against my chest. I moved my hands around her back. Lena pushed the kitchen table back with her ass so she could straddle me, and I moved my hands down to her lovely buttocks to pull her onto me.

Then suddenly she pulled away and stood up.

“Jesus!” she said, her breath coming in deep gasps.

“I was just screwing with you. I didn’t mean for this to get out of hand.”

And with that, she was gone. I heard her run up the stairs through my floating buzz of sexual energy. I looked down at the pulsating cock shape pressed against the fabric of my jeans.

“Well, it doesn’t sound like you are going to get with her after all, little friend.”

I didn’t have time to jerk off again, so I just walked out to my car with a proud tent pitched on the front of my pants. It just had to subside before I got to work.

Obviously I was useless at work that day. The entire morning my attempts at distracting myself from what happened that morning resulted in only in an erection which varied from rock hard to strongish-semi. I did my best to hide it, but I’m pretty sure the secretary saw it. She was looking right at it and escort kartal then smiled at me. I don’t know if it was a smile because she was thinking about my young cock, or smiling because she thinks its funny that teenage boys have such trouble controlling their hormones. Being nearly fifty with boys of her own it was probably the latter.

After that I went to the single potty bathroom in the back near the loading dock, because it had a lock on the door, and rubbed one out as quickly and quietly as I could. I flushed the cum-covered toilet paper, then checked myself carefully for stray blobs.

At around 5pm that night, I drove up to the house to see a car in the driveway, just as two guys came out of the front door with big smiles as they high-fived each other. I pulled in and they gave me a little nod as they pulled out onto the road.

I felt vaguely upset, but I really couldn’t place why. As the summer had approached I had become indifferent to the rampant fucking of my sister nearly every day by different guys. Although I did like to beat off to it, I had stopped feeling upset by it.

Maybe it was because there were two of them, I felt a little concerned for my sister. I ran up the stairs and knocked on her door.

“Lena, are you ok?”

The door clicked open just enough for her to poke her head out. Her hair was slick against her neck, and there was a blob of cum on her eyelash. She smiled warmly at me, looking bizarre with lipstick smeared around her mouth.

“I’m ok, Bro. Thanks for checking on me, though. ”

Then her expression got more serious, almost sad.

“Look, I think I need to make some changes, you know, be a better sister. I had a fun time with those guys but I wanted them to go before you got home but they took their time. It’s just rude the way I’ve been treating you and I want to do better.”

“We’re good, Sis. I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

I went back to my room and collapsed on my bed.

I woke up to muffled sound of yelling downstairs. I opened my door and heard Mom screaming at Lena. Apparently a neighbor had informed Mom about the boys visiting every day. She said that the whole neighborhood was abuzz with it, and that people our house had been turned into a brothel. I didn’t think Lena was taking money, but I guess I really didn’t know.

After that, the boys stopped. I’m sure my sister was still fucking guys, just not in our house. She went out a lot more now. As the leaves began to turn, the summer of love appeared to be over.

I didn’t see her in her nightshirt any more. If I saw her at breakfast time she would be fully dressed, and no longer did she tease me, at least not sexually. She still looked plenty hot in a tee-shirt and jeans, and I did get a partial sometimes just by watching her walk down the bedroom hall, but I knew she felt terrible about what almost happened and kept my lust as discreet as I could.

As the days counted down to when she would return to school, my feelings were a tangled ball of conflicted emotions. Lust and possessiveness where there, balanced by love and concern for her. But the tension of living with her was straining my nerves, and I looked forward to a more relaxed life coming in the fall.

That night the phone rang. Mom informed us that an old friend was in the hospital and she needed to fly to Boston for a few days. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be able to take Lena back to school. I was to drive Lena out in Mom’s SUV and help her move into her dorm.

On the way back from dropping Mom off at the airport, Lena stopped at a convenience store.

“Let’s get some beers and watch a movie tonight. Something we can’t do when Mom’s home.”

As we stepped out of the store, a gust of warm wind nearly pulled the door out of my hands. My sister’s hair fluttered in the breeze, and she gave me a smile that made my heart beat faster with feelings of love and undeniable sexual attraction.

“It’s like the last gasp of summer,” she said.

When we got in the car, she pulled around the side of the store and stopped the car. She grabbed a 20 oz single out of the bag and threw it to me, then cracked open one for her self. I was a bit anxious. Drinking in the car was one of those things you should never do, but when she held up her beer for a toast, I did the same.

“To the Summer of Love” she said.

“To the Summer of Lust” I said as our cans clinked.

She hesitated, like she was wondering if I was putting her down. Then she shrugged and said.

“I guess that’s pretty accurate. I’ll drink to that!”

“To the Summer of Love and Lust!” we cried out together, and we chugged our beers.

“Now let’s go have some fun!” She raised her hand for a high five and I slapped hard, unabashedly watching her gorgeous breasts jiggle. She laughed and put the car in drive.

At home we watched a bawdy comedy and by the time we were halfway through the horror flick we’d finished a twelve pack. In the scary parts, Lena leaned closer on the couch and we ended up holding hands in the dim light of the TV. When the credits rolled I switched off the TV without letting go of Lena.

In the dead quiet we could hear crickets chirping outside. I wondered if she could fell my hard-on underneath our clasped hand.

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I wandered over to my neighbour’s front door. Mum had told me that they were lending her some milk. I knocked and waited. The sun was so hot. Weeks of sunshine had reduced my clothes to just shorts. I was having a problem with bulging pants. Funny feelings kept creeping over me. I was obsessed with girls and my imaginings had led me to have very embarrassing erections in awkward situations. Right now, one was developing. It was partly just the heat which always seems to stimulate me. Partly it was the thought of seeing Jane, our neighbour’s daughter.

She is the same age and has a wonderful developing body that is half little girl and half sensual woman. I have watched her grow since she moved here five years ago. To begin with she was this slender junior kid that rode bikes with me and explored the woods and river. I could never even then get enough of watching her little arse rippling against her pants or the slightest mounds on her chest that were never content to remain as they were. Every day it seemed they had grown a little more. Nobody but me, or her, probably, would have been able to tell the difference. But I knew exactly her size and could tell the amount of extra cells that had been laid down since the previous sighting. I was a connoisseur of her body.

But she didn’t know this. We had a very proper friend to friend relationship that I wouldn’t dare to cross. Mostly from fear of rejection. And also from sheer fear, I couldn’t really imagine doing anything real with a girl. They were a mysterious and foreign land that I might visit one day when I was old enough for the passport application.

There was a noise behind the door and it opened slowly. Peering around was Jane, looking hot and flushed. I could see her loose blue tee shirt and small silver necklace. The long expanse of her neck set her head cutely on one side as she looked at me and with brightening eyes said :” Hi there “. I mumbled out my mother’s request for milk and she nodded and told me to come into the kitchen. I followed with my favourite view in front of me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her swaying arse. She is so slender that it accentuates the wonderful swell of her rear even more. She was wearing blue shorts the same as me. I could see that at the point where her legs emerged there was the edge of her white knickers just peeking out. I was having trouble managing to walk steadily behind her. Her long legs and bare feet took her down the hall and turned her into the kitchen. I quickly rearranged my pants and turned through the door.

She had opened the fridge door and was bending over searching for an unopened carton. The sight of her upturned bottom and now even more of the white fringe of cloth inside her pants made the blood rush headlong into my penis. It sprang out with a jolt and produced a very large indentation in my pants. They were in danger of being pulled completely away from my stomach by the size of it. She straightened up and turned, smiling her twinkling freckled smile and said :” Do you want some juice?” offering a choice between orange and pineapple. ” Some pineapple please ” I said and turned escort ataşehir to the kitchen table to find a chair and something to hide behind. She reached up to the high cupboard just to my right and stretching up to take a couple of glasses pulled the bottom of her teeshirt high and clear of her pants. I bathed in the glow of six inches of smooth belly flesh with a tiny centre piece button that had an intriguing little protrusion in the centre. I felt my mouth salivate as if I had been offered a succulent dish. I stared at her navel and said ” Your belly buttons different to mine. Mine just goes in. Yours has got a bit that sticks out as well ” She looked down at me and at her belly. Holding her teeshirt high so that she could see what I meant. I pointed to the center and touched the end of the little protusion. She seemed to shiver slightly and I could smell a blast of musky air.

She laughed and said ” I’ve never noticed. Let me see yours. ” I stood up next to her and she lowered her head so that looking down I could only see the top of her thick black hair. She was studying my navel with considerable attention to detail “Yeah – your right. Yours just goes straight in deep.” I felt her finger probing into my skin and my stomach muscles contracted nervously.” Hold still – I wont hurt “. She was crouching down now and looked up. Her face was beaming and slightly pink. ” What is at the bottom of the hol? ” she asked.

” I’ve never looked ” I said. She put both hands around my waist and pushing from behind and stretching the flesh on my belly back she opened up my navel so that it was possible to see the swirls and wrinkles at the bottom. She seemed satisfied with that and let me go. Standing up again, she said ” Have a closer look at mine and see what you think “

Her breasts were passed the just budding stage, but not very big still. She wasnt wearing a bra and as she held up her teeshirt inviting me to examine her navel I sunk to my knees and looking up could see the underside of her breasts as they began to swell towards her nipples. I tore my eyes back to my task and was again surrounded by an enticing smell of musk I peered intently at her belly. It was slightly rounder than mine and formed a slope that disappeared inside her pants. I extended a finger and tickled the protrusion at the centre of her navel. She squirmed and giggled at the tingling touch and bent forward catching my head between her hands. She made as if to push me away and then on impulse pulled my face into her belly. My lips were mashed up against her and I grasped her around the waist in order to release myself. She gasped as I pulled her towards me and toppling over backwards, I found myself under her, She had moved up slightly in the fall so that as she landed, my face was in her lap. I could feel the shape of her mound in my mouth and my nose sunk into the flesh at the base of her belly. The smell was electric. I inhaled deeply and blood shot straight into my penis.

She was laughing hysterically as she pulled off me. Lifting her leg over me so that as she raised herself I could glimpse inside the leg kadıköy escort bayan of her pants and knickers to some dark world within. ” That tickled!” she scolded. ” How would you like it?”. She swung her leg over my chest and, pinning me below her arse , she began to tickle me around the waist and in my belly button. I was squirming madly. Trying to buck her off but she had her knees on my shoulders and had me pinned while she tormented me. I lifted my legs up and tried to catch her head between them but coulnt quite reach. She was driving me mad with her tickling. I swung my legs up again and with some effort I had her head imprisoned between them. She screamed and fell forward so that her face fell trapped onto my penis. I held her there as she laughed and spluttered with only my pants keeping me away from her mouth. As she struggled to escape her legs slipped back off my shoulders and I found myself in a similar predicament as she fell down with my face between her legs. As we rolled around, we both had the other in a head lock between our legs. She was still on top but I was levering her sideways so that I could get the better of her. I finally managed to turn her over and pull away from the headlock, I raised myself onto my knees. Her head was now under my bottom and my knees held her shoulders firmly to the floor. I could straighten up and take a breather. She became quiet as well. I was panting exhausted and I could feel her breath as she tried to gulp in air.

I looked down and my eyes opened wide as I found that her teeshirt had risen high during the struggle and had allowed one plump breast to become exposed. It was rising and falling at each breath. The nipple was high and clear of the surrounding flesh. I gazed lower and saw that her shorts as well had fallen lower than they should be. Her legs were slightly apart and raised. Her knees bent in towards each other .

Suddenly I felt her start moving under me. She forced her shoulders off the ground and with a tremendous effort she lifted up and bit me hard on my arse. I yelped with the pain and fell forward. She was out from between my legs immediately and flung herself on my bare back pushing my head onto the floor. She laughed and landed on my back, riding me like a cowgirl. She whacked my bottom as if whipping me and cried ” Giddy-up Trigger “. I was thinking about playing along when she decided I was being too slow. She reached back and whacked me again. This time I was ready to gallop anywhere. My backside was sore from the bite and the blows. She stabbed her legs around my waist as if using her spurs on me and I was still too slow for her. She again reached back and this time pulled my shorts down over my arse and delivered a stinging smack on my bare bottom.

At this I began to seriously buck in an attempt to throw her off. This had the effect of lowering my shorts even more so that by the time I had sent her tumbling off over my head, my penis and arse were exposed and my shorts were around my knees. My penis was waving gayly in the hot air. I fell on top of her as she landed on her belly. Her teeshirt was high on escort bostancı her back. As she tried to raise herself to her knees I was onto her and began pulling down her shorts in retribution. She realised what I was doing too late. I grabbed the top of her shorts and peeled them down so that they ended up with her knickers around her knees and her bum was wriggling in full view next to my face. I lowered my mouth and bit her on her right cheek. She squealed and came up quickly, spinning towards me with a look of anger and excitement. We were both on our knees with our shorts down. I had a very hard problem between my legs, She threw herself onto to me so that I fell backwards again. This time as I landed with her on top of me there was nothing between our bodies. I could feel my erection between her legs. She had opened them so that I felt myself immersed in damp heat. I grabbed her arse cheeks and not knowing what I was doing, ground her into me. She groaned and pressed herself harder into me. She was moving up and down, grinding out a rhythm. I felt the pressure rising in my cock. I began to move with her. I clutched her bum tighter. We were covered in sweat. I felt some primeval instinct take over and threw her off me, twisting her over and towering above her panting. She looked wild with wide surprised eyes staring at me. She reached up a hand to touch my chest and then dropped it to hold my penis.

That was the trigger. I flung myself onto her body trying to make as much contact as I could. Her gyrations began again and this time as the pace built I felt the head of my cock rubbing desperately at her entrance. She opened her legs wider and I was in. Forcing myself to the hilt and holding it there as she vibrated around me, mewing like a kitten.

We lay still, trying to take it all in. Then I felt the need to move. It came over me like a demon. Willing me on. I stroked myself in and out. The speed increasing with each thrust until I was acting like jack hammer on turbo charge. I became so frantic that I thought some thing was going to break. She lay beneath me like a startled rabbit as I raced on. The cause of my activity was building in my balls. I felt them growing heavy and insistent. A massive pressure was growing. I could only release it by going faster. I went faster and faster and suddenly something did give. My penis and whole body went rigid and pumping out from deep in my balls came a jet of red hot liquid, It surged up my tube and as it hit the walls of her vagina, her body convulsed and arched. She flung her bottom off the floor and I resumed the wild thrusting in order to deposit myself as deep into her womb as possible. After several spasms I was finished and collapsed on her. She wrapped me up in her legs and arms and held me tightly .

We drifted off for a while. We were woken by a knock on the door. We scrambled around to quickly pull up our shorts which were still around our knees. She took the carton of milk and gave it to me, kissing me lightly on the lips .

I followed her down the hall and stood behind her as she opened the door. There was mum demanding to know why I was so long. I mumbled my apologies and raced out into the fresh air. Breathing it deeply as I walked home with mum, I felt that I had become someone different. I looked around and saw that the colours had changed. My mind had been released as well as my sperm.

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I had always been fascinated with women’s clothing. As long as I can remember I’ve always loved the way it looked. And forever was I curious with the way it looked on a hot girl, the way it moved, how it stretched over every curve, and the way it must feel. I was mesmerized with the effect a beautiful woman had over every guy in a room. How could a pair of pretty eyes capture the gaze of every man within sight? Very soon, I was about to find out.

I suppose the first time that I ever gathered the courage to try on women’s clothing was after school one day, when I was 18, during my senior year of high school. My parents never came home within four hours of school being out so finally I took advantage of my timely situation and that day my fears were overcome.

Opening the door to my parents bedroom I went straight for my mother’s dresser. Upon opening the top drawer I found all her lingerie. Panties, nylons, bras, girdle’s, you name it she had it. At forty years of age, she had the body that any woman would die for. My own body was rather small. At a little over 5’6 I weighed a measly 120 pounds. For a guy this was bad, but for a woman, this was ideal.

After stripping naked I pulled out a pair of black nylons and laid on my parents bed and becan to roll them on. I had already shaved what little hair I had on my body and the feeling of them stretching up my smooth calf and over my knee was too much, and I instantly became aroused. Once I had finished putting them on I followed with a pair of matching panties. A bulge was instantly noticeable which was fixed by folding my penis between my legs. After strapping the clips to the lacey top of my nylons I rummaged through her drawer some more. I stumbled upon a pair of latex bust enhancers in the back of the drawer. After putting them on inside a black bra, I put on a very thin black, low cut shirt which showed the bra and created the illusion that I had very nice C cup breasts.

I went into my parents bathroom and fumbled around with some of my mother’s makeup. After toying around for around a half hour I managed to get one of her wavy jet black hair pieces on and applied a minimal amount of makeup. Looking into the mirror I was surprised with the result. I found a pretty young girl staring back at me and surprised I smiled at myself. I went to their closet and picked out the sexiest high heels I could find. After putting them on I walked around in from of their huge dresser mirror. bostancı escort bayan I didn’t have much when it came to curves, but I found that if I arched my legs and shifted my weight, it created the illusion that I had shapely hips. Lying on the bed looking at my self I couldn’t help but notice how great I looked. My small feet fit nicely into the heels and going up I stared at the womanly long pair of beautifully toned and silky smooth legs.

Posing for my self for what seemed to be a short time I looked over at the clock and realized that either of my parents could be home at any minute. Thankfully I removed everything and got it all back to their original places before they got home.

Three years after this first attempt, I had come a long way. I had grown out my own hair which was black just like my mother’s. My skin was no longer white but a nice tanned shade. My already high voice now sounded higher pitched and had a girly tone within it as I practiced talking and eventually I sounded just as any woman would. I had been on horomones which helped with my voice and my body had very nice curves and full breasts. My parents by now knew of what I was and were very supportive of my choice which was the biggest jump to hurdle. Over this time I had gotten very good with the makeup and hair and by the time I was done, I was no longer staring at a cute girl, but a beautiful, full breasted woman.

One day, when I was visiting my parents from college I found myself back in the room where it all started. I stood in front of that same mirror and thought I’d relive that first experience. I was dressed in a short leather skirt and open toed heels which laced all the way up to my knee. Along with a red, skin tight, stretchy sweater and the best looking hair and makeup job yet, I looked undoubtedly like a young woman. No second guessing was needed as I strutted around arching my back and swung my hips back and forth.

After I had finished fluffing my wavy black hair out over my shoulders I turned and as I looked up I saw my father sitting on the edge of the bed just staring at me.

“You know,” he started, “I didn’t know what to think when I heard of what my you began to do. But now I can’t help but love the beautiful thing that has turned out.” At this he stood up and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me as I stared up into his eyes.

I instantly knew his intentions when he spoke those words but ümraniye escort I had never thought of being with my own father. But now as I looked into my father’s eyes with his big arms wrapped around me, some feminine need stirred inside me and it felt strangely right.

He pulled me towards him and our lips met, my soft moist lips meeting with his sent shudders through me. He grabbed both of my ass cheeks and mashed them into each other and towards him as our tongues played with each other’s mouth. He exhaled against me and I breathed in his hot breath as we explored each other’s mouths. I felt his cock start hardening as it pressed against my thigh. I put a hand over the straining head of it and squeezed it through the fabric of his pants. As I massaged his dick head he gasped breaking our hot wet kiss. He then leaned down brushed my hair aside with his hand and kissed up and down my neck. I leaned into him where I gently whispered in his ear.

“We can’t kiss forever daddy.” I stepped back unbuttoning his shirt, and I rubbed my small hands all over his thick and hairy muscled chest. After that I lowered myself to the ground and undid his belt buckle and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I pulled them to the ground which left only his boxers and one hell of a boner waiting to be set free. I pulled the back of his boxers over his butt and then from the front pulled them down the rest of the way. His eight inch cock sprung free and jutted out, nice and thick. I looked up at him and smiled devilishly as I extended my tongue and licked the underside of his cock, starting from the back all the way to the front. Before my tongue left the tip I mashed my whole mouth over his swollen dick all the way down. I squeezed his naked ass and rubbed my hands up and down his chiseled thighs. I could feel his pubic hair against my face as I pushed my face as far down as I could.

I continued sucking his dick for several minutes before withdrawing, I gripped it and squeezed up forcing the precum out the tip. I licked it and then closed my mouth around his head and sucked hard as I jacked him off with my hand. It wasn’t long before I heard loud moans and he started shouting.

“Oh fuck yeah, my little bitch is sucking her daddy’s cock!”

He backed off and his dick flopped out of my mouth. “I’m saving this load for another hole. Soon you’ll have cum leaking out of your hot ass. Go lay on the bed.” I obeyed and he came over and straddled escort kartal me. He kissed me and then reached down and pulled my panties off. He leaned over me and we kissed for a minute before he leaned back and rolled me over with his strong hands. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. Pulling me up to my knees with my ass being presented to his face he stuck his tongue against my hole and licked up and down. I squealed in ecstasy as I felt his tongue slip into my puckered hole for a moment. Twisting the cap off it left a rounded tip which he inserted into my hole and squeezed. After pulling it out several drops ran out of my asshole which he used to smear around the area with his finger.

After playing with my pussy butt for several minutes, inserting and stretching my hole with his fingers he stopped. He brought one leg up, leaving the other down on the bed as he began to mount me. I felt the tip of his masculine dick prod into me and after a couple seconds of constant pressure, the head slid in suddenly and I shuddered with the satisfaction that I felt. My hole had been worked enough so that he just slowly started pushing in. Upon burying his dick in to his balls I felt so full and complete. He withdrew and then slid back in a moment later resting his cock inside me for a moment so my ass could get used to a big dick being shoved up there.

Once my ass was used to being filled with my father’s rod he started bucking away giving no mercy. He fucked me hard and I screamed in excitement. Withdrawing, he flipped me over to my back again and climbed on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist with my heels still laced up to my knees as I felt his tool find its mark and once again he plunged in and started fucking away.

“Oh daddy yes!” I screamed as he hammered away at my tender hole. Half moaning half screaming I blurted out, “Daddy’s gonna cum in his daughters ass and fill it up with his cum, aren’t you daddy?” He closed his eyes and continued to move in and out of me while he spoke.

“Fuck yeah honey, daddy’s gonna make this the best day of your life, cuz I’m gonna cum up you and fill you up with my load.”

Only moments after he spoke, he began fucking me like an animal. “Oh God, here it comes, I’m CUMMING!” he yelled as he buried his dick in me one last time. I could feel his dick pulsate as shot after shot of hot cum squirted into me.

Still laying on top of me with his dick in my ass he ran a hand through my hair and smiled at me. I smiled back at him and we leaned together for a kiss. As we broke, he whispered to me, “You know this can’t be the last time right?” I just smiled and pulled him in deeper with my legs as we began to kiss again.

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The heat outside swelters, enough to bake the skin. It’s empty inside me, empty as the silent streets. Everyone is hiding from the sun. For a Monday, it is mockingly sunny. My thoughts keep drifting from one thing to the next, wishing I could focus on just one solid thought but every time something comes up, I’m too scared to delve so I keep running. Exactly one week now. Exactly one week since I learnt how it really feels to lose someone precious. Nothing changes and everything goes on. You have to, too. Somehow.

I’m vaguely conscious of your presence. It does not fill my head like it’s supposed to. The fire’s been reduced to a spark that needs to be fanned. Even when I look up into your dark eyes, it’s a struggle to recognise the passion, compassion and primal lust in them. I miss your eyes. I miss your gaze. It gives me my worth, and I need to feel worthy today more than ever.

Shutting my eyes, I shift slightly in my bonds. The cloth that binds my wrists to the old metal bed-frame does not hurt. It does not even restrict my movements or hold me firmly in place. Yet, there is no desire to escape or fight. Perhaps it is the dense humidity. Perhaps it is the emptiness inside that numbs the senses you’re trying to awaken. Perhaps I just never want to run from you. I belong with you, to you.

You sit on the bed, beside me, drinking in my spread form. For a moment, you can’t decide to touch, taste or just hold me. So you just watch the subtle and steady rise and fall of my chest. My body covered by a thin film of sweat, glistens under the steady streams of sunlight through the window. Even with eyes shut so tight, the raw power of your gaze courses through me, momentarily anchoring all thoughts. This is how a God beholds his queen.

You dip your escort ataşehir index fingertip into the glass of cold water on the side table. Hundreds of condensed droplets of water turn into rivulets on the surface of the glass, the water evaporating too quickly from the small puddle below. The wet fingertip runs over my lips, barely moistening them. Drawing a line down over my chin to my neck, you wet your finger again. It teases around and about, coming to rest between my breasts. A soft moan escapes my lips as you lean forward, your wet tongue circling the honey-coloured, firm flesh. The tip of your tongue flicks over my small brown nipple and presses into it as it hardens.

Your hand slides across my stomach, brushing over my pussy mound, slipping between parted thighs. The sweat makes every movement fluid. Our warm skin in contact halts all other fleeting bits in my mind, slowly becoming aware and attuned only to you. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through the fire.

Thick, rough fingers run over my pussy lips with surprising gentleness, easing up and down, massaging the flesh. The pleasure makes the head swim, the intensity – confusing. Your thumb slips into the top of my slit, sliding over the warm and pulsing pink inside as your mouth works on my other breast. The rest of your hand covers my pussy, cupping it. It makes me feel safe. The week taught harsh lessons I tried to run away from all along. Having to deal with it made me feel lost. But you pull me back into your care, into your warm arms, into our safe world.

Part of me wants to stop you; fearing our world might someday disappear too. Try as hard as I might to detach from the emotions binding me to you that might someday ruin us, your every touch kadıköy escort bayan convinces otherwise. “Let it go for me, honey. It’s all over now and she’s gonna be ok, you can breathe free again.” Biting my lower lip and pushing back the tears that never fell, I nod.

You rub my clit with slow, deliberate strokes, watching my body writhe in response. Slowly losing myself in the pursuit of pleasure, now I cannot think of much but you. Your raging hard-on presses into my side through the cool fabric of your boxers. “Baby, I want you to make love to me.” Looking into your eyes and watching your reaction to my whispered request immediately justifies this unquenchable thirst. Love, fiery desire, and the promise to have and hold.

The cloth binding my wrists slips off, undone by your free hand as you position yourself above me, blocking out the harsh sun. It takes a moment to realise my hands are free, nails leaving marks in my palms where the sharp, crescent-shaped edges dug in. Unsure of what to do, I hold on to your shoulders, letting the blood flow back to the tense fingers, running them down your chest. I miss your chest, my comfort zone. Reaching up, moans of pleasure lost in kissing your chest, sucking the salty sweat that contradicts the sweetness on my lips.

My hands glide easily over your back, feeling your tense, hard body shiver slightly, melting under my touch. Thumbs hooked in the waistband of your boxers nudge it off. You kneel between my thighs naked, cock rigid, nudging my legs further apart. My knees off the sides of the single bed, my feet firmly planted on the floor. You push back the hair matted on my forehead, kissing my parched lips, “Saya cintakan mu.” Smiling for the first time in days, I reply, “I love you too.”

You escort bostancı slide your hands under my ass, lifting my hips slightly up off the bed. Pulling me close, my clit pulses against the leaking, engorged head of your shaft. I watch fixated as your cock slides down over the slick wetness before pushing into me. Groaning with pleasure, you sink deeper in, my pussy stretched to fit snugly over your shaft. Resting inside me a moment before pulling out slowly, you tell me to squeeze hard around every inch of your cock. It doesn’t feel so empty anymore. Not physically, not emotionally. You are with me.

You pull me up against your body, making me sit on your cock, outstretched legs over your thighs. Your hands on my ass and the small of my back support me as I begin to ride you, our strokes meeting. One hand gripping your shoulder, we build a steady rhythm of thrusts, accompanied by our loud noises of pure ecstasy. My fingers slip between our bodies, toying with my swollen clit, rubbing and pinching the nub.

The burning need for relief has me almost bouncing atop you, hips working up and down your shaft. You thrust back into me, grinding hard, desperate to please and for release. Your mouth engulfs my nipples, sucking and tugging on it, making the blood rush to them. The whole day stops in the single moment when we finally cum together, exploding inside each other. I can literally feel the veins on your cock bulging and throbbing inside me, emptying your seed out.

Your cum mixed with mine trickles down my thighs, cooling down as you draw out of me slowly. My body still trembling from the sheer catharsis, the scream now reduced to a whimper. You hold me close; telling me everything is alright. The heavy air coupled with your comforting caress make me drowsy in a matter of minutes.

When I awake again, alone, I find the sun has cooled off into the night and the fire has fizzled into a single flicker in the lamp, which will die the moment the first breeze blows.

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I suppose I should start this from when I first noticed things were not going well at home. My Dad seemed to be spending more and more time at work and business trips involving nights away had become far more frequent. I knew that his secretary accompanied him on these trips, but she always had, so that had never seemed to be all that significant to me at the time. While he was away there was just Mum, my little sister Joanne and me. Although Mum seemed distracted at these times, I just thought it was because she was missing him being there and having to make all the decisions about what happened in the family alone.

I was in my final year at University when I first noticed that things were worse than I had realised. I suppose I had been too much wrapped up in my exams and hanging out with my friends until then, but one night I came home a little earlier than was usual. I had gone into town with Steve, my best friend, but getting off the bus he had tripped and hurt his arm. The bus driver called an ambulance and we were dispatched to the Hospital. Luckily nothing was broken, but he was still in a lot of pain, so after being fixed up at ‘Casualty’, we decided the evening was going nowhere and we took a taxi and came home. As I opened the front door I heard raised voices in the lounge. Mum and Dad were having a row. This was odd, because they very seldom rowed and certainly not in front of us children. I know I was out, but Joanne was in bed and she was a light sleeper. I looked up the stairs and she was sitting on the top step, crying.

I must have still been in the ‘taking charge’ mode from helping Steve, and explaining to his parents what had happened, so I pushed open the door to the lounge and said loudly “Pack it in you two, you are upsetting Joanne.” Then I went up the stairs, picked my sister up and put her back in bed. I stayed with her until Dad came up and took over. Joanne had always been a ‘Daddies Little Princess’ and as I felt I was no longer needed I went back downstairs.

Mum was in the kitchen and she made light of it, saying it was just one of those family things, all couples have rows but it had got a bit heated and they hadn’t realised they had been so loud they had woken Joanne up. I could see she was still angry, but she hid her feelings well and that was the end of it. By morning everything seemed back to normal, but when Dad told us he was going to be away all the next week, I could feel the atmosphere in the room change.

Things at home seemed to go back to normal, but looking back with the benefit of hindsight I can see now how quiet Mum was getting at these times, but I honestly can’t say that I gave it too much thought at the time.

I think it was over that Christmas and New Year that I really noticed the change. Mum and Dad were hardly speaking by then and when they did the effort to keep things civil was obvious. It was as if the light had gone out of their relationship and what really worried me was that nobody was talking about it. For as long as I could remember, if we had a problem, we would sit down together and talk it out, but now everyone was retreating into their own corners and nothing was allowed to be mentioned. I did try to get them to talk about what I could feel was happening, but Dad just got angry. He said it was something he and Mum had to work out for themselves and none of my business. Mum just ran upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom.

During my final year at University, there had been a ‘Recruitment Event’ where companies looking for graduates made contact with possible candidates for positions they wished to fill. No concrete offers of jobs were made, it was all dependent on final grades, but useful initial contacts were made with possible future employers.

Dad was away again when I was moving out of the house I had shared with four other students in my final year so Mum drove over and we cleared all of my things from my room into the back of her car. I sensed she was upset, but didn’t want to say anything because whenever Dad was away on one of his business trips these days she was always a little touchy.

One of the other guys in the house bumped into her as she was carrying one of my bags out to the car and as he passed my door he looked into my room, where I was packing more things into a suitcase. “You’re a dark horse” he said, “Where have you been hiding her? All that ‘I’m here to work not play’ and ‘There’s nobody special in my life’ was just a bluff. No wonder you sloped off home at every opportunity. So! The girlfriend from back home finally shows up to help you move out. I don’t blame you for keeping quiet about her though mate; she is a real ‘honey’.”

“Will you push off Dan” I laughed, “I’m sure my mother will be gratified to know you think she is a ‘honey’ although somehow I don’t think my Dad would be quite so impressed.”

“Your Mother? You have got to be joking” Dan gasped, “Honestly John I thought she was your girlfriend. She’s really your Mother? – WOW!”

My results were even better than I had bostancı escort dared to hope for. I had gained an honours degree, passing out in the top 5% of my year. Graduation day arrived and the whole family came. For the first time in ages we felt like a family again. Dad and Mum were actually speaking to each other without the undercurrent of hostility that had been there for the last year. Even little Joanne seemed to want to be around her big brother, which didn’t seem to happen very much these days, she was going through a stage of hating all boys, whoever they were. The only exception to this was Dad, who in her eyes could do no wrong.

Contacting the companies from the recruitment fair I had very promising responses from three of them. The one I really hoped would be interested was a large international drug company in the North Midlands. Their letter was the last of the three positive ones to arrive. They wanted me to come up to their main research facility, where I would be the guest of their recruitment team for three days. The company would pay all of my expenses, including travel and accommodation. I would be shown around the research and production facilities so that I could get some idea of things they were working on, then assuming I was still interested in the position there would be a day of interviews and assessments. I could then expect to hear if I had been successful within two weeks, following the usual security checks and references.

I telephoned the number on the letter and said I was very interested in applying for the position, and that I was available to attend whenever it suited them. The lady asked me to hold while she checked on available dates. When she came back she suggested a date a couple of weeks ahead. She also suggested that I arrive on the Sunday so that my tour of the facility could begin on the Monday morning. She said they would write to confirm the arrangements, and if I would keep all tickets and receipts, travel costs would be reimbursed when I arrived.

The letter of confirmation arrived in the post a couple of days later, with details about the hotel I had been booked into for four nights, to include the Sunday and Wednesday nights. The letter explained that Wednesday would be quite a full and stressful day, so suggested that I might like to stay the extra night and then travel home on the Thursday.

When Dad read the letter he said that was very considerate of them, most firms would have booked accommodation for just the Monday and Tuesday nights. If they were being that considerate they must be fairly sure I had the expertise they were looking for. The letter gave some information about the company, the starting rates and grades in the research department; where they were hoping to employ me. He was really impressed with the salary package they were offering and said that it was plain, with that and such a long selection process, they were only interested in the absolute ‘pick of the crop’ of graduates.

I booked train tickets and Mum drove me to the station. Dad was packing for a four day business trip to France and couldn’t spare the time. Mum was, as was usual these days when he was going away, rather quiet. I asked her if she was alright but she said it was nothing, just she was feeling her age as ‘her little boy was flying the nest’.

I hugged her and said “I’ll be back on Thursday and if I get the job I will only be a couple of hours away by car. You can’t get rid of me that easily, I am the bad penny that always turns up. Anyway” I said, tickling her ribs, which always made her smile, “What’s all this feeling your age rubbish? Do you remember when we were clearing my things from my digs, when you were taking a bag to the car you nearly knocked one of my house mates down the steps?”

Mum looked puzzled, “I think so” she said.

“Well that was Dan” I told her, “You know, the one I told you about who has a new girl every week and all of them gorgeous. He thought you were my girlfriend and called me ‘a dark horse’ for keeping quiet about you. When I told him you were my mother he didn’t believe me at first, then he just said ‘Your mother – WOW!’ You might be feeling your age but you certainly don’t look it Mum, you are a very attractive lady and I’m not just saying that because you are my mum, it’s a fact. Dan doesn’t give out complements when talking about girls unless he really means them and he thought so too.”

“You’ve got your dad’s gift for flattery” said Mum, smiling all over her face, “Just like him you could charm the birds out of the trees. Go on now, don’t miss your train or I will have to drive you all the way there; because this is the only one today.”

I didn’t even think about it, it just came out. “Why don’t you?” I said, “Joanne is having a sleepover tonight with Caroline. Dad is packing and will be going in about an hour anyway. I can phone him and tell him I missed my train, so you are driving me up to my hotel. Then we could have dinner together at the hotel. What else have you got to go home ümraniye escort bayan for? Is spending an evening alone in an empty house watching TV all that exciting? Come on, we don’t spend enough time together these days and it would be really nice, just the two of us having dinner together.”

I could see Mum was wavering. I think the comment about the empty house was making her seriously consider what I had suggested.

“An hour, maybe an hour and a half and Dad will be gone until Friday” I said, “There’s nothing you have to be here for. You can phone Caroline’s Mum, let her know where you are going and she can ring you on your mobile if she needs you. Tell her the same as I tell Dad, I have missed my train and you are taking me up to Shropshire for my interview. She’s looking after Joanne anyway tonight so it’s not a problem. Come on, have an evening out with me and I’ll buy you dinner.”

“You know” said Mum, “I think I will. What have I go to rush back for? Your father doesn’t give a damn if I am there or not and I am just going to be sitting in an empty house watching TV till I go to bed. Get back in the car, dinners on you, I could do with an evening out, I never go anywhere these days so let’s do it.”

As we pulled out of the station car park the train was just pulling in. I rang home and when Dad answered I told him we had been held up on the way to the station by the football traffic (which we had, not badly enough to cause me to miss the train but he wasn’t to know that). I told him I had missed the train so Mum was going to drive me up to Shropshire.

“I had to bribe her with the offer of dinner” I said jokingly, “But with Joanne at her friends tonight anyway, she would just have been sitting at home alone anyway. I would have been eating alone in the hotel as well, so I suggested if she drove me up there she could check in for the night and we could have dinner together. Then she can have a drink and she can drive back tomorrow.”

After I hung up I set up the ‘Sat-Nav’ (avoiding the motorways) and said to Mum “There’s no big rush. Once we get clear of town if we keep our eyes open for a nice country pub, we can stop for a drink while you phone Caroline’s mum. Then it’s a pleasant drive up to Shropshire followed by a nice relaxing evening together.”

“I hadn’t agreed to stay overnight” Mum said, “But I admit it does sound like a good idea.”

We had been driving for about 20 minutes when I spotted what looked like a lovely place for a drink. I pointed it out and Mum pulled into the car park. There was a nice open air area with tables, so Mum went to sit there while I went inside to get the drinks. Mum was driving so she had a fresh orange juice while I had a half of lager. When I got back with the drinks Mum was just putting her phone away.

“Caroline’s mother was fine” she said, “When I told her I was going to stay for dinner, she suggested I should stay overnight as well. She said the same as you did, that I could then relax with a drink at dinner and not have to worry about driving back until tomorrow. She said Joanne would be fine, they loved having her and she could stay with them as long as I wanted.”

I was delighted. “It’s the sensible thing to do” I said, “I just assumed you would stay because, after dinner it would be a bit late to start the drive home and anyway, you would still be going back to an empty house. Staying over at the hotel you can have a drink with your meal, we can have a pleasant evening and have breakfast together; then when you are ready to go home, take a nice leisurely drive back.

“I have nothing with me for an overnight stay though” Mum said, “I have a few basics in my handbag but that is really only an emergency repair kit for my make up.”

“That’s not a problem” I said confidently, “We have already passed one out of town supermarket. The next one we see we can pop in and get whatever you need. It’s only for one night and those places sell everything you are likely to need.”

Finishing our drinks we drove on. Sure enough, Just over 10 miles up the road there was a retail park with a selection of shops. Mum led the way into an M&S and headed for the toiletries and makeup, while I wandered into the clothing section where there was quite a selection of ladies nightwear and lingerie, some of the things on display were very nice indeed. I was daydreaming about what they would look like with someone beautiful inside them when I was startled by a tap on my shoulder.

“A penny for your thoughts” Mum whispered into my ear, “Or maybe they are worth more than a penny” she said with a naughty grin on her face.

“They most certainly are” I said. I was quite certain I was blushing, “But those are private so they are priceless.”

“We are looking for things for me, for an overnight stay, in case you have forgotten” she said with a giggle, handing me the car keys, “Go and sit in the car while I see what else they have which is suitable.”

She was away a little longer than I expected and when she kartal escort came back to the car she had a smile on her face. Opening the boot she put several M&S bags in, before getting back behind the wheel.

“I think I have everything I need” she said, “But I would love to know what you were thinking about just now.” She looked at me with a mischievous grin on her face, “I mean, if my little boy is developing an interest in ladies lingerie, perhaps I should know about it. You were quite engrossed, lost in your own thoughts looking at some very pretty but rather naughty things in there.”

“I was just waiting for you” I said, “I hadn’t really noticed the things on the display.” I know it sounded lame, but it was the best I could think of at the time.

Mum looked at me and giggled, “Oh Yes? Of course you were” she said, “But I have seen that look before. Your Dad used to have that same look in his eye when he came home with some very pretty, but not very practical presents for me.” For a moment although the smile stayed on her lips; it slipped from her eyes. “He doesn’t buy me things like that anymore though.”

As we carried on towards Shropshire, the two things Mum had said began to come together in my head. “Your father doesn’t give a damn if I am there or not” and “He doesn’t buy me things like that anymore.” They were obviously related and I thought I had a chance to find out what was going on.

“Mum” I said, “Can I ask you something? I have tried to understand what is happening between you and Dad, but when I mentioned it, you locked yourself in the bathroom and Dad got angry and said it was none of my business. It is my business because I care about you and it looks to me as if something is driving you apart. Will you tell me honestly what is going on? You said earlier he doesn’t care if you are there or not and just now; that he doesn’t buy you presents anymore. This sounds pretty serious to me, so don’t you think that is something to do with me as well?”

For some time Mum didn’t answer, then she pulled off the road into a lay-by and stopped the engine. For a few moments she sat without speaking, then she said “There is no easy way to say this” she said, “So I am just going to say it. I think it’s time it was brought out into the open and you knew what was going on anyway.”

“I don’t think you know your fathers secretary do you? Well your father definitely does. He knows her very well indeed because he has been having an affair with her for over a year now. The kind of presents I was talking about he now buys for her. Sales trips that involve nights away, he used to send other salesman to cover, he now does them himself and he always takes her with him. She is a very pretty girl and he keeps pictures of her on his phone. I found this one when he accidentally left his phone at home one day, but I had already realised what was going on anyway. There are even more on his computer.”

She handed me her phone where a picture on the display showed a pretty girl lying on a bed in just her underwear, smiling at the camera. “I transferred this one onto my phone to show my solicitor but there are many more. I have copies of them all. She looks so sweet doesn’t she? As if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. One of the other photos shows that your father’s erection certainly does; and her mouth isn’t the only place it melts. I don’t know where or when this one was taken, I assume it was during one of their ‘Business’ trips, but I don’t expect those knickers stayed on for very long after he took it. That slut even lets him take photos of them when they are having sex.”

“So now you know” she said, “The reason for the atmosphere at home and why he won’t discuss it. He is too embarrassed to tell you that he is a cheating rat. This is not the first time he has strayed either. I found out he was having sex with another woman from the office while I was pregnant with Joanne. I made him get rid of her when I found out. He swore it would never happen again.”

“Those two affairs are the only ones I can prove, but I am quite certain they are not the only times he has been unfaithful. With the first one; he said it was because he couldn’t enjoy sex with me because I was pregnant.”

“I was pregnant with his child for God’s sake. Then last week he finally told me that he wants a divorce. His secretary is expecting a baby and he says they want to get married. I wish her better luck with him than I had.”

“His excuse this time was that it began because I wouldn’t have sex with him anymore. But I stopped letting him have sex with me was because I found out he was sleeping with her and I refuse to play second fiddle to a cheap tart like her.”

I was stunned. I had been so blind. All of the evidence had been staring me in the face and I couldn’t see it. I reached across and put my arms around Mum, holding her and feeling her whole body shake as she cried into my shoulder.

As she got herself under control, I gently kissed her forehead. “Tonight we are going to forget about him” I said, “You are with me and are my date for the evening. You are beautiful and unless we tell them, no-one is ever going to believe you are my mother, so tonight I just want them to see us together and know I am the luckiest man in the town because you are with me.”

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“All I’m saying is it could be a lot worse. I mean you’re spending the summer on a private island for pete’s sake!”

“With my family! All of which hate me!” Angelique hissed into her cell phone. Chandra might be her best friend but she really wasn’t understanding the gravity of the situation.

“They don’t hate you, Angie.” Chandra groaned, “They are your family.” Chandra had no clue how her family worked. She still believed that family meant unconditional love. The miniscule amount of love she had received from her parents always had conditions. Always. “Besides, I would pay a small fortune to spend time on a private island with either one of your brothers.” Chandra giggled, “maybe you should arrange that and I’ll make a video, then you won’t be the only one with a sex tape scandal.” Chandra giggled again but Angelique didn’t find it funny in the least. That stupid tape gave her mother just the ammo she needed to cut off her trust fund payments. Now she would have to toe the line for the next six months until she turned twenty-one. Or else be homeless and starve.

“God you’re such a bitch,” Angelique grumbled. “I doubt Rhett and Dane will even be there. Since they’ve made their own money they don’t have to live under mom’s thumb anymore, why in the hell would they want to be stuck on an island with Jack and Diane.” Angie shuddered at the thought. I can’t help but wonder what she threatened them with to make them come get me. Oh, speak of the devil here comes Rhett, I gotta go.”

“Okay well if you get grounded from your phone, give me a call when you turn twenty-one and get your life back.” Chandra giggled and Angelique hung up on her, the bitch.

She watched the helicopter glide slowly down to the helipad on top of her building. Her parent’s building really. The building that contained her apartment that she had been told to vacate as soon as rumors of a sex tape surfaced. At first, her mother wouldn’t even speak to her. Finally, she got an email back from her telling her that unless she wanted to be disowned from the family and family trust she would be spending the summer on some private island her parents had apparently acquired. She’d never been there but it was far from the press.

She watched Rhett, her oldest brother step from the cockpit and duck under the rotor wash. He was eleven years older than her. They weren’t close, she was just a bratty younger sister and he was the overbearing older brother. Dean was ten years older and wasn’t any better but she knew she was going to need all the allies she could get against her parents so she forced a smile.

“Hey, are you my ride?” He towered over her at six four to her five three. He was well built and let’s face it, hotter than a rich man should be allowed to be.

“That’s me, taxi service to the rich and infamous,” he said dryly, reaching for her luggage. She rolled her eyes at the thinly veiled insult. So much for allies.

The ride to the island was a lot longer than she expected and she fell asleep at one point. She woke when she felt the helicopter touch down.

“Where are we?”

“The Island,” he said powering down the machine. She knew that much, what she didn’t know was where the island was. At least it was warm and tropical. The helipad was the highest point. Stairs led down from there to a beautiful open villa. She was impressed but there was no way in hell she would ever let her mother know that. She pulled her smartphone from her pocket and looked at it.

“No service. Awesome,” she grumbled.

Rhett glowered at his spoiled sister as she turned up her nose at his house. He followed her carrying her suitcases and she bitched about being cut off from the world. He was definitely going to enjoy taking her down a peg or two. Her hot curvy body sure didn’t hurt his anticipation either.

“Hey, baby sister,” Dane called from outside beside the pool when she stepped within view. She hated being called baby sister and he knew it but again she needed allies.

“Hi, Dane. It’s good to see you. We’re all grown up now you can call me Angie. Where’s mom and dad?” She looked around for any signs of them but she didn’t see any.

“Not here, thank god.” Dane laughed. Angie felt herself relax just a bit.

“When do you expect them?”

“Who knows.” Dane shrugged. “Why don’t you go get a suit on and I’ll get you a drink.

“Sounds great.” She followed Rhett to a bedroom where he dropped off her luggage and left. She rifled through her suitcase for a suit. She had brought a nice modest one piece to wear around her parents but since they weren’t here she opted for the bikini instead. Men were so easily manipulated by a great pair of breasts and hers were great, a full double d to go with her shapely ass. The white string bikini covered her breasts but little else, she would make allies of them yet.

Rhett and Dane were both lounging in chairs by the pool when she returned. They were both shirtless wearing only swim trunks and their tanned abs were impressive. bostancı escort Dane offered her a glass she took a sip and was oddly disappointed to find it was only lemonade.

“I was kind of hoping this would have a kick to it.” She smirked at Dane and he laughed.

“Didn’t you learn anything about drinking too much and making bad decisions?” Rhett said, not looking her way. His eyes masked behind dark glasses.

“Baby sister wants to be a bad girl.” Dane chuckled and poured some vodka into her glass.

“Thank you.” She flashed him a bright smile and sat in one of the lounge chairs. She drank most of her drink in two swallows.

“Guess you two got stuck babysitting me again,” she sighed.

“Something like that,” Rhett said. He was always the more serious of the two. They looked nearly identical but they had different personalities.

“What did you two do to get punished.”

“Name it and we’ve done it, sweetheart.” Dane laughed.

“Course we aren’t stupid enough do it on camera,” Rhett said.

“By all means tell me how you really feel,” she snapped, “your little sister shouldn’t like sex? Should I not have sex or just not enjoy it?”

“Didn’t look like you were enjoying it to me.”

“You’ve seen it?” She gasped. She was slightly mortified at the idea that her brothers had seen her having sex. She downed the rest of the lemonade in her glass hoping to calm her embarrassment.

“Yeah we’ve seen it. I think you could do better, but rule number one in this family is always, ‘don’t get caught’ or did you miss that lesson?”

“You guys are sick assholes,” she surged to her feet to leave but she came up against Dane’s broad chest. “Move,” she snapped and pushed against him but he didn’t budge.

“Where are you going?” His voice was still teasing but a fizzle of unease skittered up her spine. He spun her around capturing her arms behind her as he did. She pulled against his hold but he didn’t budge.

“Let go.” She tried to sound confident but she wasn’t at all.

Rhett stood slowly and pushed the lounge chair she’d vacated out of his way. He reached out and lifted the sunglasses off her face. “Are you starting to understand the predicament you’re in Baby Sister?” He said, his voice low. He ran his finger under the strap of her bikini top tied around her neck and she shivered.

“Mom didn’t reconsider disowning you, she’s not coming. Dane and I have decided to straighten you out ourselves.” His finger slipped down to the cup of her bikini and she squirmed away from him.

“Not going to happen,” she growled. Rhett just laughed, she could hear Dane laughing from behind her too. “What do you think you’ll just force me?” She glared at him forcing herself to ignore her growing arousal at the idea of acting out her biggest fantasy.

“Oh, Baby Sister, I don’t have to force you. You’re going to beg me to fuck you.” Rhett smiled at her and she felt Dane’s lips on the back of her neck.

“We’re going to show you what you’ve been missing baby sister.” She felt him lick and nibble up the back of her neck to where her bikini was tied and pull the string undone with his teeth. The front dropped exposing her perky breasts. Her traitorous nipples already hard.

“Baby Sister is all grown up.” Rhett smiled at her, “And really fucking hot,” he laughed. He leaned forward and held her gaze while he licked one nipple in a long slow swipe. She gasped and squirmed but at this point, she wasn’t sure if she was really trying to get away. He repeated the swipe across the other nipple. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, but there was no way in hell she would admit that. He reached out and untied both sides of her bikini bottom and it fell before she could catch it with her thighs.

“I’m a bit of a breast man.” Rhett smiled at her. I have to admit you have some of the best I’ve seen. I was a little worried they were fake, I’m glad they’re not. Dane is really fond of his ropes, he’ll make you fond of them too.” She tugged at her arms and even though she couldn’t feel him holding her anymore her arms didn’t budge, he’d tied her!

“Let me go you asshole!” She yelled at him. “You aren’t going to get away with this!” She yelled at Rhett but he just smiled and shook his head.

“Now now, Baby Sister, what did I say? Rule number one is, ‘don’t get caught’. You’ve been a spoiled brat your whole life and we’re going to put a stop to that.” He pulled up a chair and Dane pushed her from behind right over Rhett’s lap. She gasped and immediately tried to get up when she realized what he was about to do. Before she could move his hand came down hard on her bare ass. The stinging burn spread over her ass and he slapped the other side making both sides burn.

“Stop it!” She cried, but he didn’t stop he spanked her again and she cried out. The burn was spreading now, it reached her pussy making her squirm and he slapped her again. Her tingling pussy distracted her from the pain this time. She couldn’t ümraniye escort bayan believe this was turning her on. She’d never let anyone spank her, it was demeaning.

Rhett’s other hand reached under her to fondle her nipples where they were hanging down against his thigh. He pinched hard and it drew a moan from her. “Are you going to be a good little girl now, Baby Sister?”

She refused to answer and he spanked her again, twice more on each side.

“Yes,” she finally gasped, “I’ll be good.” The admission was humiliating but so was the urge she suddenly had to dry hump her brother’s leg. She squeezed her eyes shut as tears of humiliation flooded them. Rhett’s hand slid over her burning ass, his fingers trailed down the crack until he sunk his middle finger deep into her pussy.

“Ahh, she’s so tight and wet. She’s dripping. Come here and feel this.” He stroked a few times and then Dane was there sliding his finger in alongside Rhett’s. Angelique bit her lip to hold back the moan that she wanted to release, it felt so good as soon as they let her go her vibrator was getting a workout.

“Damn she smells so good. Can I taste her?”

“Not yet. Go ahead and lift her up.”

She felt Dane lift her by her arms and set her on a soft mat on the pool deck on her knees. He seemed to have deliberately positioned her. Then he sat down.

“Aren’t you going to untie me?” She tried to ignore the tears on her cheeks but Dane just smiled.

“Nope, you look really fucking hot. Nothing sexier on a woman than a rope.”

She clenched her teeth and huffed. “How long do I have to stay like this?”

Rhett leaned forward and sucked her earlobe between his teeth. “Until you suck Dane off, and beg me to fuck you.”

“Not going to happen,” she said through clenched teeth. Rhett smiled at her, he was entirely too cocky. It was disconcerting and sexy as hell.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear again, “Did you know our dear brother is a chemist?”

“Chemical Engineer.” Dane corrected, drawing a smile from Rhett as he continued.

“He’s concocted this formula that increases the blood flow to certain areas and well frankly, makes it incredibly easy for a woman to get off. The downside to that is it also makes you desperate to get off. The best part is you can’t really taste it. It’s just a little sweet so if you put it in say, lemonade, you never know it’s there.” Rhett leaned back and Angie felt her eyes widen as she realized they had drugged her. “So, we’re just going to sit here and watch you warm up. Soon enough you’ll want it so bad…” He leaned over and sucked her earlobe again, “and it will be so good. The best you’ve ever had.”

Angelique was stubborn, you didn’t survive in her world if you weren’t, but she was also practically a nympho. She liked sex and barring access to that she used her vibrator several times a day. She could already feel her cunt pulsing. If her hands were free it wouldn’t be an issue but they weren’t. Dane stood up and dropped his trunks. Then stretched his arms high over his head. He was magnificent. All cut muscles and no tan lines at all. His cock stood proudly, fully erect long and thick. Her cunt pulsed harder, a full-on throb.

“I think she likes what she sees,” Rhett laughed. “I can see her practically dripping.” He stood and dropped his shorts as well and she couldn’t keep from looking. His body was just as nice as Dane’s, his cock maybe even bigger. She tried not to think about what it would feel like to be fucked by that monster cock but it was no use. She whimpered making him laugh again.

“Do you need me to help you out baby sister?” He moved to the mat behind her and slid his hands around her to cup her breasts. He pinched and rolled her nipples and she moaned. He slid his hand down to her clean shaved mound. “Do you want me to get you off?” He whispered, sucking on her shoulder.

“Yes,” she breathed. His hand slid lower, he slid his two middle fingers into her sopping wet channel. She tried to grind her clit against his hand but he moved it, she tried again and he moved again. She whimpered. “Is it starting to hurt, Baby Sister? Is your clit swollen, is it throbbing?” He whispered. “Do you need to come?” She whimpered again and he rolled her nipples.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he growled, I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a long long time. My big cock is nothing like the panty waste boys you’re used to.”

“Please, Please, fuck me, Rhett,” she whispered feeling defeated but oh so horny.

“You really want my cock?”

“Yes.”

“How bad?”

“Really really bad,” she pleaded.

“Suck Dane, make him cum and I’ll make you cum.”

Angie opened her eyes and Dane had moved his chair closer. He was sitting in front of her. She sat up and opened her mouth but with her hands bound she couldn’t get it to her mouth. She ran her tongue up the shaft and looked up at him.

“Help me, feed me your cock,” she pleaded.

kartal escort “With pleasure,” He smiled and took his cock in hand, holding it out so she could sink her mouth over it. She swirled her tongue, working it against his cock until he groaned.

“Jesus, she’s good at this.” Dane groaned. She let her saliva lubricate the shaft as she worked her mouth further and further down. “Ah, fuck she’s deep throating me.” Dane groaned.

“Baby sister is full of surprises,” Rhett grinned. Watching her work so hard to make Dane cum only made him want to make her wait longer.

He recognized Dane’s groan and rolled back eyes when he blew his wad, but that was all he saw Angie swallowed every drop of his cum.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that may have been the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten.” Dane groaned panting as she released him. Rhett grabbed her hips and slid her back before flipping her over and lowering her to the mat. She was a tiny thing which made it really easy to put her where ever he wanted her.

Laying on her back with her bound arms under her arched her breasts straight up to him which was exactly what he wanted. He leaned over her and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard but she just moaned and offered up the other. He sucked that one too then moved up to straddle her. He dribbled a little oil between her breasts the grabbed each nipple and pulled them up to make a nice channel for his cock. She cried out at the rough treatment of her nipples but he only pinched harder and she moaned. He stroked his cock between her full breasts several times and then to his shock she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue licking and sucking the head of his cock each time it came near.

“Now you can taste her Dane.” He panted twisting the nipples in his grasp.

Angie was so on edge everything aroused her. Even the pain in her nipples made her want to beg for more. When Dane’s hot mouth closed over her pussy she couldn’t hold back the scream. His tongue moved so fast against her clit, she came immediately, bucking against his face. He didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow, forcing her to ride out the sensitive aftermath of orgasm against his rough tongue. He fingered her with two fingers at the same time and brought her right back up to the brink of orgasm. Despite the harsh treatment she was disappointed when he stopped.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Rhett taunted.

“Yes. Please please please,” she begged.

He moved off of her and looked at her thoughtfully. ” How do you want it?”

“Hard and dirty,” she begged.

“Told you, Baby Sister wants to be bad,” Dane laughed.

Rhett lifted her to her knees before flipping her over again. She couldn’t use her arms anyway so he pushed her face down onto the mat leaving her ass and pussy high in the air and open for him. He ran his cock over her pussy lips a couple of times to get coated with her honey. She moaned and squirmed. She was so horny and it made him hot to see her all worked up. He guided his cock head right to the entrance and then pushed in slowly. She was so tight he couldn’t believe just how good it felt. She gripped him like a fist but he just kept pushing until he was all in. He was amazed she took it all. He pulled back and pushed in again and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Harder!” She cried and he slapped her ass. She clenched tight around him and he nearly lost it right there.

“Oh God,” he moaned as he slowly pulled out and then pushed back in harder.

“Yes!” She cried and pushed back against him. He had to do something to distract her or she was going to to take him right over the edge. He rubbed his thumb over her pretty puckered ass hole and pushed against it.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Baby sister?

“No.”

“You’re going to like it.” He breached the ring of muscle with his thumb and she gasped again.

“No, don’t…”

He pulled back and slammed the full length of his cock into her, and a moan cut off her protest. Dane helped by dribbling some oil on his thumb to ease the way and he alternated strokes. She came around his cock and he had to stop to keep from blowing his load. He traded his thumb for two fingers and went harder until she screamed as she came, only then did he come deep inside her. Automatically he rolled her over when he pulled out and Dane took his place. He buried his tongue deep in her twat licking out the cum. The lifted up and put his mouth over hers. Rhett could see his sister licking his cum out of his brother’s mouth and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He watched Dane move back down and attack her with his aggressive method of pussy licking bringing her through two more orgasms before he moved up. He slid his dick into their little sister in one sure push that had her writhing against her ropes. Then he lifted her up and met Rhett’s gaze.

“Together now,” he said in more of a guttural command than a coherent sentence. He followed as his brother carried her to the bedroom. He laid down on the bed with her astride him and she immediately began to ride him. He didn’t think even Dane was expecting that. Still, he reached up and cupped her breasts pinching her nipples and she moaned and rode him harder.

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Michelle lived across the street from my wife and I. She’s a cute 29 year old Italian girl, 5’4″, 110 pounds, long dark hair about half way down to her butt. Michelle and my wife became fast friends, and she was over to our house quite often, for dinner, just hanging out, stuff like that. At first Michelle and I were just friendly to each other, since she was my wife’s friend. Still I enjoyed it whenever she came over cause she was a sexy thing. She enjoyed wearing skimpy outfits that showed off her body, and she didn’t seem to mind my stares. As she was around more and more we became pretty good friends ourselves. At some point she started to tease me. At first it was a simple hug when I got home from work, which worked its way into a peck on the cheek, and then big wet kisses on the lips. This occurred when my wife was in the other room, so she never knew what was going on. This went on for some time, and I never really gave it a second thought, just figured Michelle was having a little fun with me, and nothing more.

One day in early December when I arrived home from work, my wife and Michelle were in the kitchen as usual preparing dinner.

My wife yelled “Hi honey,” from the kitchen.

Michelle came out, said “Hi,” kissed me as usual, and then grabbed my cock thru my pants. That caught me by surprise. After that things changed a bit. Whenever she could Michelle would flash me her tits. Nice B cups with small nipples. One day we were watching TV in the living room, my wife went to the basement to do the laundry, Michelle stood up, flashed me her tits, then undid her jeans and slid them down, showing me her cotton panties.

“You want to see more, don’t you?” she asked.

“Of course,” I answered.

She turned around and bent over, showing off her panty covered ass. Just then my wife started coming back upstairs, so Michelle quickly pulled up her jeans, fixed her shirt, and sat down on the far end of the couch like nothing happened. The following weekend I was watching a football game in my bedroom, the wife was watching something else in the living room. Michelle as usual, came over and was watching TV with my wife. At some point Michelle needed to use the bathroom, which is upstairs with the bedrooms. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when she came in. She pushed me down on the bed, then straddled me, and laid a big fat kiss on my lips. I tired to grab her breast but she slapped my hand away. I did manage to grab her ass. She jumped up and went to the bathroom. When she was done she went back downstairs, but not before flashing me as she stood in the bedroom doorway.

It was the week before Christmas, and Michelle wasn’t around much, at least when I was home. Maybe I went too far by trying to grab her I thought. But life went on. My wife and I put up a tree in the living room, the lights and all the decorations. Two days before Christmas and my wife goes out for some last minute shopping. The mall is open till midnight so I don’t expect her back anytime soon. I turn off all the lights in the house, except the Christmas tree, then settle down on the couch to watch some TV. After half an hour or so the doorbell rings. Its Michelle, she has no coat on, just jeans and escort ataşehir a white sweater that shows off her belly button.

“Come on in its cold out there,” I said. She comes in, hands me some cookie cutters.

“I’m returning these, your wife let me borrow them,” Michelle said,

I took the cookie cutters into the kitchen. When I return Michelle is standing in the middle of the living room, her back to me, looking at the Christmas tree. I admire her sexy body for a second, then walk up behind her, wrap my hands around her waist.

“Your tree is so beautiful,” she said, turning around in my arms. Our lips meet, but suddenly she pulls away.

“Where is your wife anyway?” she asks.

“She’s out shopping and won’t be home for a while.”

“Then I should go.”

“No you can stay,” I reply. With that I pulled her towards me, wrapped my arms around her, and laid a big kiss on her lips. At first she didn’t respond, but then she kissed back. My arms were wrapped around her, just above her waist. She put her arms around my neck as we continued to kiss. My tongue found its way into her mouth, as my hands dropped to her ass. She offered no resistance so I reached up with one hand and fondled her breast thru her sweater. Again there was no resistance so I led her over to the couch, we sit down, and continued our kissing. This time I slipped a hand up her sweater, then under her bra, and found her little nipple. I rubbed her nipple, then gently squeezed it. Michelle moaned. I pulled my hand out and tried to pull the sweater over her head. She stopped me.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, what if your wife comes home?”

“Don’t worry, just relax and enjoy the moment,” I replied.

Again I lifted her sweater, and this time she let it come off. I reached behind her, unsnapped the bra, pulled it off and threw it across the room. Now I have full unrestricted access to her lovely tits. I fondled one tit with my hand, sucked the other into my mouth. I ran my tongue around it, the over the nipple. Michelle seemed to be relaxing a bit, as she leaned back and moaned. I moved over to her other tit, and sucked that like I sucked the first one. Michelle had her head back and her eyes close, obviously enjoying the attention her perky little tits were receiving. I started kissing down her chest, down to her belly, tonguing her belly button. With one hand I unsnapped her jeans, the unzipped them. I pushed the jeans aside, exposing the top of her panties. I continued to kiss her body working my way lower. At the top of her panties I pushed them down a bit, exposing the beginnings of her pubic hair. I kissed her there.

Suddenly she pushed me away, stood up and fastened her jeans. She grabbed her sweater from the floor, looked around.

“We can’t be doing this. Where’s my bra?”

She stood in the middle of the living room, naked from the waist up, turning, looking for her missing bra. I came up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her on her neck.

“I know you want this Michelle, so just relax and go with it.”

I then slipped a hand down her jeans, into her panties, and found her clit.

“But your married, and this is kadıköy escort bayan wrong,” she said.

“Don’t think about that, just enjoy the moment.”

I slipped a finger into her steaming hot pussy. She moaned, leaned her head back onto my shoulder as I rubber her clit. She dropped her sweater, and with my free hand I undid her jeans, this time pushed them down and she stepped out of them. Now only clad in white cotton panties I led Michelle back to the couch. She sat down, then leaned back on the arm, as my mouth found her tits again. Her nipples were still rock hard, and I teased them with my tongue. My hand found its way back to her crotch, slipped into her panties, found her clit again, which was also rock hard. After stoking it a few times, I slipped a finger into her pussy. She spread her legs a bit, allowing easier access. I slipped a second, then a third finger into her. I started kissing down her body again, down her belly, kissing her belly button, finally reaching the tops of her panties. I pull my hand out from her pussy, then kiss her pussy thru the panties. She moaned a bit. Reaching up with both hands, I grab onto the waistband of her panties and pull them down. She lifts up her hips and I slid the panties down her legs. She steps out of them. Now her dark triangular bush is exposed to me for the first time. I can smell her musty sent as I move in. My tongue finds her clit, rubs it a few times, then I suck it up into my mouth. As I’m doing this I slip a finger into her pussy. Her hips start bucking, she grabs my head and pushes me further into her pussy. I slip my tongue into her pussy, tongue fucking a few times before returning to her clit.

“Oh yeah, suck me suck me,” Michelle moaned.

Then her thighs start to squeeze my head, she’s moaning louder, I can feel her pussy quivering, her pussy juices flowing all over, as she starts to cum.

“Oh my God, Oh my God,” she moaned over and over.

Her back arches up and then she explodes in a giant orgasm. One last “Oh my God” and Michelle settles back into the couch.

As Michelle relaxed on the couch I stood up and stripped off my clothes. My 8 inch cock was rock hard and ready to go. I knelt between her legs, rubbed my cock on her juicy slit. Michelle reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it. She lifted up her knees and spread her legs, then guided my cock into her waiting pussy. I push in slowly, sinking all 8 inches into her hot wet pussy.

“Now fuck me hard,” Michelle ordered.

With that I started thrusting in and out pretty quick, and soon Michelle was moaning again. I reach up and massage her tits, squeezing her small nipples. I can feel her pussy starting to quiver on my cock.

“Oh my God,” she said.

I continued to pound into her, she start bucking again. Suddenly I pulled out, she gave me a what the fuck are you doing look. I pulled her off the couch.

“On your hands and knee babe.”

She quickly followed my orders. Now on all fours, she turned to look at me. I moved in behind her, grab her hips, once again slid my cock along her pussy before burying it in one deep thrust. Michelle let out a long moan. I start pounding into her pussy with a escort bostancı regular rhythm. Reaching between her legs I find her clit and start rubbing it. She pushed back to meet my every thrust, driving my cock in deep. She’s moaning, starting to quiver, her orgasm is building again. I reach up and grab a handful of her hair, pulling it, like a cowboy pulling on a horse’s mane. I pull harder on her hair, her head comes back, and I thrust in even deeper. Her pussy starts to grip my cock even tighter, she’s really starting to buck now. I pull one more time on her hair while thrusting, and she has a massive orgasm. Several more thrusts and I feel my orgasm building, then suddenly I explode deep in her pussy.

Michelle falls to the floor, I fall on top of her, trying to recover. My shrinking cock slips from her pussy and I roll off her. Michelle props herself up on her elbows, looks at me.

“That was great, why didn’t we do this sooner?” she said.

Just then a car pulls in the driveway.

“Oh my God its your wife,” Michelle says, jumping up and grabbing her clothes.

With our mixed love juices dripping from her pussy she pulls on her panties, then her jeans. I’m quickly pulling on my clothes too. Grabbing her sweater she looks around, unable to locate her bra.

“Where the fuck is my bra?”

The side doors opens and Michelle goes “oh fuck it” and pulls on her sweater. I turn on the TV, and we sit down on opposite ends of the couch.

My wife walks in with several bags, sees Michelle, and says

“How long have you been here?”

“Not long, I was just returning your cookie cutters and decided to watch some TV with your hubby.”

My wife said “Well I finished my Christmas shopping, got a few more presents for under the tree.”

She then proceeded to the Christmas tree, opened the bags, and placed the wrapped packages under it. As she was doing this I noticed Michelle’s missing bra, it was about 3/4 of the way up the tree on one side, hanging there just like any other Christmas Tree ornament. I looked over at Michelle who had noticed the bra too. My wife stood back from the tree.

“That looks nice, all those presents under there,” She said.

Michelle went over to my wife, pulls her towards the kitchen before she noticed the bra.

“I returned the cookie cutters, I put them in here.”

The ladies go into the kitchen. I quickly got up, grabbed the bra, returned to the couch and slid it under the cushions.

Shortly after that the ladies returned from the kitchen. Michelle said she had to go. I volunteered to let Michelle out and then lock up. My wife went up stairs to get ready for bed. At the door Michelle turned around and was sucking her finger.

“mmm we taste good together,” she said.

She then reached her hand into her pants, and a second later pulled it out and stuck her finger in my mouth. I sucked our love juices off her finger.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime soon, besides you still have my bra,” Michelle said.

She kissed me one last time and was out the door.

I wish there were more to this story, but unfortunately shortly after the evening my wife and Michelle had a falling out, and they never made up. Soon after that Michelle moved away and I never saw her again. I never got a good explanation as to why they had a fight, I wonder if my wife knew or suspected something happened.

Michelle never did collect her bra from me.

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