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Act I–Forbidden Sights

“Bloody hell, Bran,” Lucille cried out as he walked into her room. The door was only half-closed, and so Brandyn figured she was not doing anything; he never thought of his little sister doing these things, hell, he himself was not doing these things, not alone nor with others.

Sprawling on her bed in glorious nakedness, illumined by the caress of the lonely candle’s orange flame, Lucille held a hand between her thighs. Her breasts, not small but not large either, heaved with every shallow breath and beads of sweat slid down her gentle chin and neck into the vale between them. The nipples, pink and flushed into red in the glow of the flames, were erect and tantalising. Brandyn swallowed hard.

“Bloody hell,” she said again, not covering her naked body, as her eyes took him in. A blush suddenly settled in her face and she spun about in her bed, pushing up the covers. Her rear was to him for a moment and he saw that which was between her legs, the wet and pink flower of her womanhood. He could not look away from that moist hole, and soon Brandyn felt something hard beating against his thighs, against his leather pants. By the time Lucille covered herself that very same blush came to him, too.

“I’m so sorry, Luci,” he said in a harried tone and felt his face burning even more. The hardness between his legs threatened to rip apart his pants; the pain from the leather pressing against it was unbearable and Brandyn ached for little more than to release it. “I didn’t mean to… I–“

“Get out!” Lucille screamed, her face scarlet. “Get out now, you perverted freak!” She threw something at him, something moist that left a trail of slick liquid along his leather vest. The smell of it made him harder. The thing she threw fell to the floor in a hard, wooden thump, then Lucille screamed again. “Get out of my room, pervert!”

Brandyn ran and ran, accelerating till he reached the stairs. He took them two at a time, all the while muttering “fuck, fuck, fuck,” under his breath. He only praised the fortune that none were home save him and Lucille as he closed the door behind his back. With one hand he practically ripped the leathers trousers off, and locked the door with the other, all the while letting out a long sigh at his manhood being released from the lace-bound leather prison.

The mental image of his sister sprawling on her bed, touching herself at night, came to Brandyn’s mind and the blood rushed down, filling and erecting his manhood further. “What king of a sick bastard am I,” he asked in a whisper as the engorged piece of flesh and blood, his flesh and blood, pulsated in the cold air.

He always kept his room cool, cool and airy, and many times the other occupants of the house–Lucille and Myra, his sister and mother, and George the goldsmith and Gloria the herbwoman–complained of it. “It’s too cold here, Bran,” they said, but he paid no heed to that. It was a small, almost fetish-like thing he adored; being cooped up in the pilot’s cabin at one of the zeppelins was not something one could do with air or chill.

The better half of an hour passed and still the need in him raged. Laying flat on his back in his bed, Brandyn began stroking himself. “Better to end it now,” he figured.

Groaning and grunting at the pleasure of it with every squeezing motion of his hands, he could not come to that sweet release of ecstasy. Brandyn never engaged in this delight alone, always with a woman under him, or over him, or before him, but never alone. He groaned in disbelief as the mental image of Lucille came to his mind again. Then his seed spurted out in unimaginable speed and ferocity. He had to bite his lower lip as to not make a sound, not to shout out “Lucille!” as he orgasmed.

Laying on his back, half-covered in his semen, Brandyn’s mind began to wonder–was there truly something wrong in viewing one’s sister as attractive? Was it truly vile and disgusting to think of pleasuring her with his hands, with his mouth, with all he had? Was it not merely another face of love, that act men and women do in the darkness of the night, that act which leaves the two breathless and craving for more?

Act II–Downward Spiral

Next he knew the sun came and and George was beating at his door. “Wake up, sleepy-head!”

“What time is it?” Brandyn asked, his voice groggy and his mind still in a fog. He quickly jumped out of the beg, only to discover his pants were tangled between his legs and his shirt and smallclothes soiled with his own seed. There was a thump when he fell, but Brandyn quickly regained control of himself and threw off the clothes, replacing them with fresh ones.

“It’s seven-sharp, man,” George’s voice came in a worried manner. “Are you alright, Bran?”

He czech gangbang porno must be talking about that thump, Brandyn thought as he laced the fresh trousers. “I’m fine, just a bit groggy I think. Have a splintering headache, though.”

George laughed. “Small wonder your head hurts if a fall like that is a thing you’re used to. Are you coming down to eat?”

The answer George received was the opening of a door to a small crack and Brandyn slipping out with rare skill. He was always a lean man, and could fit in places were other people could not–it was Gloria that said Brandyn could slip in the keyhole and reach the other side of the door, and although that was far-fetched Brandyn could indeed slip in small and narrow spaces.

“Where’s mother,” Brandyn asked in the form of small-talk when they all sat around the table. “I haven’t seen her in days now, and I begin to worry.”

Gloria and George shared a smile, then the herbwoman turned to Brandyn. “You need not worry about Myra, Bran. She spends her days chasing skirts and wallets, a penis rarely attached to them.”

He frowned at her blunt remark, but it was Lucille that spoke first. “Ma is not a whore.”

“I never said–“

“She is not a whore, Gloria,” Lucille said again. The herbwoman looked to be abashed by his sister’s tone, and so Brandyn felt the urge to interfere.

“So, what did you do last night, Gloria?”

The herbwoman grinned at him, more than half of her toothy smile born of thanks for the interruption. She told them all in explicit detail of all she had done last night; how she went to the library, how she sought out the meaning of several archaic words and the like, and before she finished the three–Lucille, George and Brandyn himself–had already left the table.

“And what did you do last night?” she asked suddenly.

Brandyn arched his back and felt a tingle of worry climb along his spine. Did Lucille tell her of what happened, of how he saw her naked and not only that he did not look away but was also excited of seeing that? Did his sister betray him? No, he refused to believe that. A glance at Lucille told that she did not tell, as her face was flushed with red and both shame and surprise were in her blue eyes.

“Not much,” George answered, and both Brandyn and Lucille breathed out in relief.

The following days past slow and tiring, and at times Brandyn again felt the urge to pleasure himself to the mental image of his sister, of Lucille. He always imagined her in that bed, her legs flailing in the air as she slipped a finger into her moist hole. Biting her lips softly as she orgasmed, Lucille invited him to join… he released several loads to these thoughts, but soon it was not enough.

He grew out of these images in a matter of mere days and frustration began to overwhelm him. Lost in the throes of his despair, Brandyn suddenly remembered. “The vest!”

He sniffed it and jerked himself, the pleasure intensified with the scent Lucille left on it. But it, too, was not enough. Nothing was enough. Determined to find something to relieve his urge for her, Brandyn snuck into her room and rummaged through the drawers, seeking for it. He found it quickly, and it still had her scent about it. He tasted it once the excitement of the smell faded, licking the residue of her orgasm off the fabric of her smallclothes and off the wooden sex-toys. It was a most exciting thing for him, a most taboo thing, and the shame of it quickly faded back into the far corners of his mind, where it lay dying as he repeatedly pleasured himself.

Brandyn always loved Lucille, he was always fond and protective of his little sister, and more than once bathed naked with her, though it was only in their youth. The passion he held for her, the need that burned in him to have her in his arms, to hold her and touch her warm flesh, to caress her hair… It gnawed at him, always there, always present. He didn’t care; Brandyn loved Lucille, and to him it seemed only natural that the love he felt will evolve into that burning urge to put himself inside her, to release his seed into her.

A week passed before Brandyn finally decided he wanted his sister, and not in the proper, restrained brotherly manner.

Act III–Rape of a Maiden

Several weeks passed, flying by, and every night Brandyn tried to work up the courage and have Lucille for himself. It was an agonising pain, not to have her in his arms, not to feel her warmth against him. Every night he could hear her moaning and panting through the floor, whispering “Brandyn, come and have me.” But not until now things were so perfectly aligned: George was visiting relatives somewhere in the north, two zeppelins away, Gloria was studying again, czech harem porno and God knew where dear mother was and what she was doing.

He felt the need in him burn as he saw her, but he did not act immediately upon it. Instead, he waited.

It was midnight when Brandyn climbed down the stairs, as deft as a thief, and snuck through the small crack into which her door was opened. Lucille was rubbing herself furiously, her back arched and her groin jutting into the nighted air of her room. Several candles lit the place, a glum orange glow settling everywhere. It coloured her skin into a deep shade of ivory, her eyes into amber and her lips into the most luscious red.

She was him, he knew she did, but she did not stop. She spread her legs with a high-pitched moan and a shrill, than she squirted. Brandyn had never seen a woman squirt before, never imagined the flushed face Lucille had now, never imagined that shriek of half-pleasure half-mind-blowing-orgasm. “Happy now?” she asked.

“Not quite,” Brandyn replied and moved forward, well into the light. The stark tone of his own voice surprised him. He was completely naked and already precum formed on the tip of his manhood. Judging by the look of surprise she had on her face, Lucille did not expect such a brazen approach.

“You’re quite big,” she said and gulped as he advanced. Her eyes were wide as she took him in. Brandyn always liked to think of himself as bigger than most, and the approval of that fact, doubly so as it came from someone he loved and trusted, made him proud and joyous. He grinned as Lucille touched him. Her hands were cold and wet, but he only flinched a little. He judged she could probably have two more arms and still her small hands would not completely encircle his length and girth. “Do you like this brother?”

Lucille’s hands moved around his flesh, caressing and fondling and gently squeezing, all with the expertise of a master, or a mistress, in this case. Brandyn held back a moan and arched his back as he held in the load of semen. I’ll build it up, he decided. “Stop,” he held back her hands while returning to himself.

Lucille was always beautiful, as far back as he could remember. “What a beautiful girl,” others used to say as their mother walked about with them, the siblings holding hands. Lucille had pale blue eyes that seemed to take in the colour of what she gazed at; a lean face with a cute nose and lips to die for made what was visible with clothes on, and a pair of perfect breasts, with nipples so sweet and inviting Brandyn would die a thousand deaths for them. He would die more for her kisses, and much more for her touch.

“Put it in your mouth,” he said in a commanding manner and Lucille glared up. He glared down. Then Lucille grinned. “Of course, Bran.”

Her tongue slid across the head, licking and caressing with a touch velvet was envy of. Even gossamer would be envy of my sister, Brandyn thought with distorted pride as he took her by the hair. Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight. She drew a breath, knowing what is to come now. “Take it all in, now.”

She gagged on the immense amount of flesh in her mouth, but not giving up Lucille continued to take him into her, into her throat. Her tongue slid gracefully along the girth of him in her mouth, along the length of his shaft outside the mouth. Slobber covered his erect manhood and he found himself holding back again and again, over and over, as she sucked and licked and touched and fondled.

The realisation Lucille knew well how to do such things struck him at a disadvantage. Of course she had a man in her mouth, you fool, Brandyn scolded himself. She’s a beautiful woman, a very beautiful woman, and it should be of no surprise she knows that–men want her. You want her. Yet the realisation that his sister was no different from other women was somehow hurting him. He always viewed her as a perfect creature, a pure creature, something to adore and darkly crave for. Yet had others before him.

“Gah! Fuck! Yes, Lucille! Fuck!” Brandyn grunted as he released a thick load of his seed in her mouth.

Lucille’s eyes widened in horror at this new thing she felt, this new and forced experience. At least they didn’t finish in her mouth, he though with grim satisfaction. His manhood still held to full length and the hunger for her still gnawed at Brandyn even after he pulled it out of her mouth.

“What the bloody fuck, Bran?” she asked, gagging. Tears were in her eyes, wetting the make-up she wore. He did not realise she had anything. Lines of jet-black liquid stained the lines of her face, rolling to her cheeks and from her chin, joining the white rivers that ran from her mouth. She was still gagging as she spoke. “Why the fuck did czech sharking porno you cum in my mouth? You pervert. You sick, fucking pervert!”

Hearing her curse made his blood boil and his urges rise. In a sudden burst of a great desire, Brandyn flung his sister across the bed and put her over his knee. “The blood fuck are you doing now? Going to spank me?” Her cheeks were red, and a wetness was between her legs. She enjoyed taking him in her mouth.

Brandyn put a hand to her rear, repeating it forcefully every few seconds. “You were a bad girl, Luci. You should not use such foul language when talking to your loving brother.” She screamed with every strike, but he knew she like it. She loved it, in fact, and orgasmed after a few minutes of it. Her entire body shook with the force of it and a stream of something warm and wet touched his legs.

Lucille cried. “You bastard. It hurts…” The breath left her lungs as Brandyn threw her off of him and unto the beg. Lucille’s rear was red and sore and her hands shook as she touched it. Black lines crossed her cheeks, staining the bedsheets now, and liquids still gushed from between her legs. She like it that much.

Brandyn gave her a wicked smile. “Than this is going to hurt a lot more!” Without a moment’s notice he leaped on her and grabbed the hair again. Pulling her hand backwards he licked her cheeks, tasting the salt of tears and the disgusting after-taste of her make-up. He kissed her. She spat. Then Brandyn put a hand between her legs.

She screamed in surprise, but he knew she wanted it. She craved him like he craved her; the memories of pleasuring himself in the cold dark of his room, listening to her cries of “Yes! Take me, Bran! Take me!” rushed to his mind, filling him with the need for her. Her warmth was beneath his now. Her body squeezed unto the bed under his.

“I know you want it, he said,” and plunged himself into the moist void between her legs. She bled and screamed as he pushed in and out, the red glowing orange in the waning light of the candle flames, as he fucked her.

Her arms flailed, hitting him and Brandyn was forced to restrain her wrists so that they both will enjoy it more. “Get off of me, bastard!” Lucille cried out and bit his wrists, the blood black as it soaked into the sheets. “Get off! Get off! You fucking pervert!”

Brandyn laughed. He knew she did not mean it. “I know you want it, sister. I want it, and it feels so good…”

“I was a virgin,” Lucille sobbed as he held her down and slammed himself into her. She panted and gasped in shock as the full length of his shaft entered, the she cried with the pleasure of it. Slap, slap, slap. His thighs clashed against her sore rear, prompting wails of clandestine pleasure from her lips. She sounded as if she truly cried, but Brandyn did not stop. He rammed himself into her with more force with every motion, with more ferocity, with more intent.

“I love you, Luci,” he whispered in her ear and released his seed side of her. “I love you. Now and always.” Brandyn’s manhood was hard still and demanded more of Lucille’s fine body. He pulled it out with a stream of his semen and her fluids, then he put the well-lubricated head of it against her anus.

Her cry was more intense now. “Please, do–” she screamed at the top of her lungs as he pushed it in. She was tight there, much tighter than the other hole, and Brandyn did not stop pounding. It felt right to. It felt good. He loved his sister and he was showing it now. He didn’t care if Myra or George or Gloria were to step in and see them two, lost in the throes of passion. He pounded and pounded and released himself inside again, delighting in Lucille’s cries.

Act IV–Finale

“I love you, brother,” Lucille said through the tears. Her eyes were green, taking in the colour of the bronze-adorned ceiling. Angels and demons were carved there, fucking each other, as lost in their passion as Brandyn and Lucille were just a few moments ago.

He playfully pinched her rear, making her yelp in the pain of it. “I love you too, sister,” Brandyn replied with a broad grin.

The window was fully open, drapes aside and all, letting in the moonlight to shine on the clandestine pair in their bed. Neither Brandyn nor Lucille cared as for whom will know of them, they only cared of each other, only of their love and their desire, as dark as it was. The steel-reinforced glove, the very one Brandyn used earlier that day, lay on the floor at the side of the bed, the shinning metal slick with blood and Lucille’s ejaculation as well a his own.

“Should we go again?” Brandyn asked, his manhood erect again, but Lucille replied with a gloved-hand against his cheek.

She pulled him by the hair and forced his head down between her legs, where it was slick with blood and semen. “Use your tongue to clean me up, Bran,” she ordered. The look in her eyes was playful and the grin on her face said as much, but Brandyn feared she will not let him hurt her again if he would refuse. He licked her, and she giggled.

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Jay Gets Juiced At The Gym Ch. 6 Juice looks to porn for financial help

As I looked at my phone ID, a smile grew on my face as I answered the call.

“Hey Juice, we haven’t crossed paths for a while now. How are you doing?”

“Things could be better. I have a problem and I need your help.”

“You know I am always there for you Juice. What can I help you with?”

There was a moment of silence as I heard Juice take a deep breath.

“After I hurt my back, I wasn’t able to earn any money and accumulated a large credit card debt. The monthly interest charges are eating me alive and I am starting to lose sleep. George, a new guy at the gym, made me an offer that would help me reduce most of it, and I am going to accept.”

“Juice, I have some money saved and I would be happy to loan it to you until you are ready to pay it back. No pressure to repay.”

“Thanks for your offer, but I am looking for your support, your friendship, and your discretion, not your money. Now please don’t judge me. The guy works in the porn industry and said that there is a growing demand for bodybuilder type women that earn good money posing for a 5-minute video. I would be naked but no sex involved. Can you pick me up and stay with me during the shoot?”

“Juice, are you sure you want to do that! That is a big decision.”

“Jay, I need a friend, not another mother. Trust me, I spent a lot of time with the pros and cons and for my mental and financial health, I want to do it.”

“Don’t you think Little John or Bear would be better to go with you?”

“Neither of them has a car, and I would prefer them not knowing about this. I have enough confidence that this will remain between us.”

“If you are certain, then give me the details and it will be my pleasure to escort you.”

“Thanks Jay, I appreciate it. I am pretty desperate and I was counting on you.”

It was Saturday morning when I arrived at Juice’s apartment. She opened the back door and threw in a gym bag before taking a seat next to me. Her hair was tightly braided which highlighted her high cheekbones and sculptured face.

Driving into a surprisingly full parking lot, of a rather nondescript office building; we headed to the front door. A very pretty receptionist greeted us, whose double D breasts and low cut top would turn any man’s head.

“My name is Juice, and George is expecting me.”

Picking up the phone we could hear her paging, as we took a seat in the reception area. The reception was nicely decorated. Shiny awards filled one wall acknowledging porn movies achieving certain milestones.

It didn’t take long for George to appear. He looked nothing like what I could have imagined. He was short, flabby, and bald. He resembled my father’s accountant and not an executive in the porn industry.

“Juice, thank you so much for accepting my offer. We are going to make movie magic today. I have the studio ready and I have a great crew to work with us. I see you brought some gym stuff with you. Who is your friend?”

“George, this is Jay. Jay meet George”

George held out his hand to shake. “Don’t worry Jay, I just washed my hands,” he laughed. “A porn industry joke,” he continued as he shook my hand.

As we walked down the hallway, it was evident that the place was bigger than it seemed. There were various studios and sets set up on either side of the corridor. A buzz of activity and flow of people, in various stages of undress, moved through the studio like ants going about their daily affairs.

“It can be a bit overwhelming at times,” George said, as he saw my eyes darting back and forth.

Looking at Juice, “So here is the plan. We are making a 5-minute video. The first two minutes, you will pose with your string bikini, the next minute, off comes the top, the next minute off comes the bottom, and the last minute you try to seduce all our viewers watching. We hope you give an orgasmic performance for our viewers; if you catch my drift.”

George sounded like a quarterback giving his wide receiver instructions.

George, looking in the opposite direction, “Sheila, come do Juice’s makeup but leave her hair like it is. It frames her face so nicely. Then take her to studio five.”

Sheila was about 6 feet tall, very slim, with over the top makeup. Her pastel dress was form-fitting and clung to her oversized breasts and remarkably small ass. Like the receptionist, Sheila had major sized implants that were disproportionate to her slim frame. I wasn’t quite sure, but Sheila had an Adam’s apple!

Looking at Juice, Sheila said, “Come sit sweetheart, we have to make you look fabulous for the camera. You have lovely features and I need to give you a few accent points.”

Sheila deftly danced about Juice applying an abundance of eye shadow, eyeliner, blush, and lipstick. “Don’t worry dear, it may seem czech couples porno a lot now, but it doesn’t show up on the camera.”

As Sheila guided us to Studio five, she gave Juice and me a business card. Smiling suggestively at Juice, “If you ever need makeup, hair, or any other services, I can be incredibly creative.” Turning to me, “Same goes for you Jay, I adore young flesh, Ta Ta.

Whispering into Juice’s ear, “We have officially fallen down into Alice’s rabbit hole. I think Sheila is more of a He than a She,” I said laughingly.

Studio five was rather small with a backdrop to photograph against. There was no changing room so Juice started to disrobe. Leaning into the bag she tossed me a bottle of oil.

“Hey massage guy, do your thing. Oil brings out the best definition in pictures”

“I thought I was here as a chaperon. I didn’t think this was a working assignment,” laughing and pouring some oil onto my hands.

Since dating Stretch, it had been a while since I had my oiled hands-on Juice’s body. But this time it was to cover her tanned flesh and not to play with any of its oiled parts. None the less, rubbing the oil over Juice’s well-muscled body was always a turn-on for me. I ensured my hands covered her breasts, her stomach, inner thighs, butt, and all parts between. It was obvious that Juice had been training. If she was not in her top form, she was close to it.

George and the videographer entered as Juice was tightening her micro-small posing bikini. Both George and Bob, the videographer, smiled their approval. George cued up some sultry music, nodded at Juice and Bob.

“Anytime you guys are ready.”

I had never seen Juice compete, but I am sure she was a top competitor. Her years of training and experience allowed her to maximize each pose, highlighting the muscle set that the pose was designed to project. Juice started by highlighting her back and the deep V from the shoulders to her small waist. As she posed I recited all the muscle groups as they morphed out from her near paper-thin flesh. Her Latissimus Dorsi, Tres Minor, Tres Major, External Spinae, Erector Spinae, all jumped out as if I was reading it from a bodybuilder’s chart. When it comes to anatomy I guess I am an anatomical nerd, I laughed to myself. These were all the real names of the muscle group, not that any of the viewers would give a damn about that. When she flexed her butt, her calves protruded enough to make anyone envious.

Still focusing on her back she popped her biceps, allowing the three heads of her Traps and Delts to take front and center. Showing muscle definition than any bodybuilder would respect.

But it was not the poses that held my interest, it was the flow of her movements, her acknowledgment of the camera, and how to best present herself. Much like a stripper, Juice spread her legs and bent forward, grabbing her ankles. Enticing the viewers to move the thin material between her legs two inches to the right, and allow their imagination take over.

As she turned to face the camera, the oil on her stomach accentuated her six-pack. Small pieces of fabric-covered her triangle and her breasts, but they barely hid her natural D cups. Her hands wandered all over her body, challenging the viewers to replace her hands with theirs.

At the appropriate moment, Juice undid her sting top and tossed it to the side. She flexed her chest presenting her pecs and ample naked breasts. She toyed and caressed them lovingly, smiling as her nipples grew with excitement.

Juice was glistening, either from the oil, the perspiration from posing, or the excitement of showing off her body to the world.

Off came her bottoms, as she continued to pose and rub her hands over her firm inner thighs, moving them close to her pussy but never touching it. I was still a captor to her teasing. Juice was playing to the camera like she used to play to the judges. Her muscular body played a secondary role to the sexual energy and appeal that she intended for her viewers.

With a hand motion from George, he signaled the conclusion.

“Juice, that was so hot, my dear. The camera loves you and your magnificent body. I had to resist touching myself while watching. I hope our viewers have less restraint than me,” he laughed. Here is the cash I promised you. But I have another offer. If you will do a full 10-minute porn scene I will give you triple the amount.”

I could see Juice doing the money mathematics in her head.

“How would it work?” Juice asked.

“You can pick your partner. I have several scripts if you want to call them that. A ten-minute shoot, full oral, fucking, and you’re out of here with lots of cash in your pocket.

Looking at her bewildered, I spoke, “Juice, we need to talk.” Moving to the side, “Posing nude is one thing but full-blown porn is another. What if people you know see you? You wanted to be discreet.”

“I know Jay, but I have an agreement czech estrogenolit porno with George that nothing I do will be available on the east coast. There is little chance of being recognized. And I can get rid of my debt with some excess cash leftover. Jay I am going to do it!”

“George I will do it for four times my posing money.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but I agree. Come let’s choose a partner for you.”

“Don’t bother, I have one. I choose Jay.”

“WHAT!!!! Juice this is your thing, not mine. I have never been in front of a camera besides the school plays my parents videoed during pre-school. And this is PORN; fucking in front of a camera. You may be nuts but not me!”

“George, can you give us a minute,” as Juice looked toward George.

We watched as George and Bob moved to the side.

“Jay, man up. It isn’t like we haven’t fucked before. You met George, you see the studio, this is a first-rate place and what I earn today gives me freedom. Freedom, Jay! You might not understand it now but you might one day. I won’t do it with anyone else but you, so you are making the decision for both of us.”

Juice continued, seeing the hesitation in my eyes. “Besides, this will also put money in your pocket. You can take Stretch out for dinner, buy her clothes. She knows what it is like to live on a minimal budget.”

“But what if Stretch finds out about this.”

“Trust me, she will love you more, because you are helping out a friend in need. Besides, didn’t you ever fantasize about being in a porn movie?”

Not able to hold back a smirk, “Of course I did, don’t all guys! Feeling my defenses weakening, “OK I will do it. But if we are doing this thing, it has to be hot, something special, not the everyday sort of porn that is rampant on the Net.”

“So you moved very quickly from actor to director,” she laughed, placing her reassuring hand around my hip and pressing my body close to hers.

“George, Jay, and I are in. Is Jay paid the same as me?”

“No Jay only gets half. Guys in porn are a dime a dozen; unless you have a 10-inch cock or larger. Jay, are you over 18? Got any ID?”

I pulled out my driver’s license and handed it over.

“Good, now, are you and Juice family? Related in any way? If no, take off your shirt and pants and let me see your body.” George, assessing me like he was buying cattle, “Not bad, a little on the skinny side but a nice build. Based on your age difference we will do a mother and son scene. I know the age differential is not that realistic but our fans seem to forget that when they see two hot bodies. Let me go find a script and set up a studio. Juice, you can take a shower and remove the oil. Then find Sheila to redo your hair and makeup. That goes for you also Jay.”

“See you later mom” I shouted as I watched Juice’s naked ass walk down the corridor toward the shower.

Juice didn’t acknowledge my comment except by slapping that firm ass and continuing to walk.

“Jay”, said Shelia, “I didn’t think I would get my hands on you so quickly,” running her hands through my hair. “I hear you are taking the deep plunge into the abyss of porn depravity,” she said laughingly as she applied blush to my cheeks. “I am just screwing with you, not really screwing, but you know what I mean. I remember my first role as a male lead in MMF threesome vid. It was so exciting. I have the vid at home if you ever want to come by for a drink….”

Sheila continuing, “Ok, off with your pants and underwear, I gotta make sure you’re shaved.”

As I undressed, I saw Sheila preparing a fresh razor and shaving cream.

“Lovely cock sweetheart. Now lie down and let Sheila make you smooth as a baby’s bottom.”

Applying the shaving cream, Sheila seemed to spend more time covering my hairless shaft than to the hairy patch resting on top.

“This cock is a natural for porn,” she said, as she finally started to razor off the little hair that existed. “I do wish that I can continue rubbing that shaft of yours, but I know that would be selfish of me,” giving me a pouty smile. “Now go see George in his office, I have “your mother” to take care of now,” looking at Juice walking down the corridor.

Getting dressed, I headed to George’s office. It was quite elaborate with a large TV and viewing area to the side.

Following my eyes, “I call that my quality control area,” George laughed as he handed me a script.

Looking over the two pages, “George this dialogue looks like a 12-year-old wrote it.”

“It might have been. We use our money for the actors, the writers are way down on the food chain. Feel free to adapt and adlib. Remember, “This is a fucking business, but it is also a fucking, business! If I have to reshoot or edit, it costs me money. If I have multiple takes, you get paid less. Understand? Studio three is being set up. You can review the script with Juice and be ready in czech first video porno ten minutes.”

Before long I saw Juice walking toward me. Her braided hair was now loose and allowed to fall over her muscular shoulders. Unlike her posing video performance, Juice’s body was now more relaxed. Although you could not hide the fact that she was well built, her body was more sexy than buff. Her makeup was fresh and appealing. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants with a sports bra, leaving a large gap of flesh between the two.

“Now don’t you look like an attractive MILF,” I said smiling as she approached.

“Well son, if you got it, flaunt it,” was her jokingly retort. “By the way, did Sheila make a pass at you as well?” I am lasered smooth, yet she said she still needed to shave me using lots of lube,” she continued laughingly.

Handing the script to Juice, “This is terrible, but I was thinking we change it as follows.”

As we discussed a revised script, we worked out a series of hand signals to know when to change sexual positions. As I tapped her thigh we would move from oral, to doggy, cowgirl, missionary, etc.

“So you know Juice, this is porn; you are going to get pounded by me.”

“Promises, promises,” she laughed. “But I do admire that you are taking this seriously,” as we headed off to studio three.

George was waiting for us with two camera guys. The room was set up as a boy’s bedroom with a desk and a queen-sized bed. The pinup pictures on the walls added to the authenticity of the set.

“OK”, George started, “Mother/Son, oral giving and receiving, many fucking positions, use the works mom and son several times, don’t look at the camera, and the finale has to end up on Juices face and tits. You have any problem with that?”

I looked at Juice who gave me a reassuring nod.

“No problem George, we are good to go,” I replied

“Oh, one last thing… Have fun!” George said as he moved into the background. “At nine minutes I will flash a light so you can prepare for the finish.”

I took my position sitting at a desk with Juice ready to walk into the room.

“Ready, action!

As Juice walked into the room, I turned my head away from my book.

“Hey mom, you are looking hot.”

“It is always nice for a mother to get a compliment from her son.”

“I meant you look sweaty, mom! Gee Whiz.”

“I just finished an online yoga class. How is the studying going?”

“Not well at all. I have a sex-ed exam tomorrow and nothing seems to be sticking in my head. Who knew that a vagina had so many parts, and why do they all have to be in Latin?” I said frustrated.

Looking over my shoulder, I feel her breasts press against my back as she scans the pretend sex- ed book.

“Part of the problem is that two-dimensional images can be confusing. I took anatomy in college so I can help.” What is the first part?”

“Labia Majora”

“Labia majora is the thicker outer lips of a woman’s vagina. Majora means major. If you don’t discuss this with your father, I will show you.”

I watched as my porn mother removed her yoga leggings and took my hand, placing it between her legs.

“Wet your fingers and feel the thick outer lips of my vagina. As you touch them they might swell up a bit. Next?”

“Labia Minora”

“If you spread back the labia majora, you will find the labia minora. It is a pinker more sensitive area. Be cautious with your nails and feel how soft the flesh is.”

Following my mother’s guidance, as if it was the first time I have ever touched a woman’s private parts. As I touched and played with the soft flesh, a wetness was forming.

“Now place your fingers deeper inside me. You pass what would have been my hymen, broken years ago, into my vagina. That is where your penis goes when having sex. Now I will show you something, not on the page. Turn your fingers upward and make a “come here” motion. You will feel a soft spongy layer called a G spot.

As I followed her instructions I felt her body respond to my touch. Her hips were moving ever so slightly as her hand was toying with my hair and pressing my head firmly against her sports bra. Her head may have been acting but her body was responding naturally. She seemed to be enjoying giving instructions and having them followed to her satisfaction.

She continued, “The G spot can lead women into a vaginal orgasm, as opposed to a clitoral orgasm.”

Hearing her words but not paying much attention to them. I was enjoying my fingers meshing with her growing juices, massaging that spongy layer that I know she totally enjoyed.

“Mom, why is it so wet and squishy inside here?”

“When a girl gets sexually excited, her body generates juices to help both the cock and the vagina enjoy the sexual experience.”

“So mom, are you sexually excited now???”

Removing my hand from inside her, “That is none of your business, now strip out of your clothes and we will move on to part two; the male genitalia.”

Following her request, I strip out of my clothes, my cock already standing at full attention.

“My my son, when did cock get so big? I swear your father’s cock looks like a cocktail wiener compared to yours.”

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The last time I’d thought about a Marine recruiter was when I talked to the one who had ultimately signed up me as brand-new member of the USMC, or Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children as some of us would say. So I was a little surprised, five years later and two years into my second hitch, having been a buck sergeant for both of them, I found myself standing in my First Sergeant’s office clutching a set of orders that were sending me to recruiting school. I was upset and he was blasé.

“Don’t sweat it, Jakowitz,” he was saying. “Everyone has to do a B-billet tour during their career. This is yours.”

“Yeah, but…” I crunched my dark brows together into an even deeper frown. “But I was putting in for DI duty.”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded. “That told Headquarters Marine Corps that you were ready to get out of your current job and head out for something challenging. Apparently, they have enough wanna-be-DIs, what they need are sweet-talkers.” He grinned. “Just remember to keep your dick in your pants.”

I looked up from the orders, puzzled at the implication.

“What?”

“Jackowitz, you’re a good Marine, but sometimes…”,” he slowly shook his head. “You’ll be working out in the civie world, Jak, talking to all kinds of people but mostly folks not too much different age-wise than you.”

I just looked at him.

“Kids in school,” he said. I nodded.

“Teachers in those schools,” he continued. “Some in their first jobs.” He grinned.

I nodded again.

“Mommies of those kids,” his eye brows went up as if he was hinting at something.

I shook my head, still not getting whatever he was driving at.

He rubbed his jaw with a sun browned hand, looking at me.

“Sergeant Jakowitz, I think our time here is done.” His tone was no longer chummy. “You are in receipt of orders detaching from this command in 45 days. You will, in that time, clear up any loose ends that are best handled by you and not your replacement. You are authorized five days of leave. I recommend you do not take it, save it for later. I’ll see you again when you have your check-out sheet. Roger, that?

“Oo-rah, First Sar’nt” I replied, coming to attention before about facing and striding away. I paused in the passage way and made my way to the administration section.

“Hey, Jak, how’s it hanging?” This from behind the counter, said by the admin chief, Sergeant Jeff Banning, one of my peers.

“Oh, not much, just the Commandant of Marines has apparently decided to snatch me off the drill field and put me on civie streets.”

He was nonplussed. “They kickin’ you out?”

“Worse,” I grunted, “I’m gonna be a recruiter.”

Banning grew a big grin. “Better you than me, my friend, better you than me. Kinnard,” he spoke over his shoulder, “help out the poor man.”

“Will do,” came a quick reply in very non-male voice.

He went away and a short blonde woman, early 20s, her shape well disguised by the loose camouflage uniforms we all wore, rose from behind a beat-up government issue desk piled high with papers waiting to be turned into some kind of electronic records that made up the bulk of an admin clerk’s job.

She was a sharp lance corporal, a loaner from Division, sent down to show our guys how the new computer system worked. Since we only had three clerks the training didn’t take much time and now she was waiting for the remainder of her temporary duty to expire by helping out.

I had to admit, she was easier on the eyes than any of the regulars, what with them being male and all. I catalogued what I was seeing. About five-two, about one-twenty tops, athletic enough to be a Marine, hair pulled back into an easily maintained French braid, just a touch of make-up on a slightly bent nose, round cheeks and soft looking lips. Pale blue eyes looked at me.

“Whatcha got, sergeant?”

“Orders.” I said, pushing the creased document at her.

She picked it up and read. Her mouth screwed a little and wrinkled her nose in a way I found rather enticing. She was admin, I was with the troops so our paths had never crossed before.

“Not just orders,” she said as she read, “TemAdminIns orders.”

“Whatever,” I replied. “I’m still outta here.”

“Yes and no,” she said, looking up into my eyes. I began to wonder what she looked like with her hair down. “Yes, you will be detached from this command, but you’ll be in a limbo. You report to recruiter school as a student, not as a permanent cadre. Once you finish school you’ll be shipped out to your real unit, somewhere else.”

“Yeah?” I said, sarcasm heavy in my tone. “Fucked is fucked. There goes my campaign cover,” referring to the distinctive head gear worn by DIs.

She gave me an obvious checking out and shrugged. “Wow, you certainly don’t look it.”

“Look what?” I asked, mystified.

She quickly looked around before bringing her face closer.

“Gay.” She smiled at my shocked expression. “It’s okay with me, no skin off my nose. I like competition.”

“I’m not -” I started to said loudly and then dropped my voice to a whisper, ” – gay!”

She frowned and tilted her head. cumlouder porno “Then why would you rather spend your time with smelly confused teen-aged boys than hanging out with perfumed hot chicks?”

“What are you talking about, lance corporal?”

“Sure,” she said writing on a piece of paper. “You could go down to MCRD and scream yourself hoarse on the parade deck every day. Or,” she said, finishing writing, “you could have a lot of fun and get paid for it.” She pushed the paper at me.”

“That’s my number. Give me a call and we can talk about it, in the meantime…” and she proceeded to fill me in on my obligations and responsibilities in accordance with my orders. She knew her stuff, that’s for sure.

I didn’t call her. I had too much to do. Instead I muttered dark curses as I worked to eliminate problems I had known about but always figured I could put off until tomorrow. Suddenly I was out of tomorrows and I didn’t want my replacement to suffer on my account.

Now and then I had to go back to admin land and Kinnard would lift her eyebrows and tilt her chin. The message was clear, she expected to have a chat with me. I didn’t want to hear whatever she had to say. As far as I was concerned, I was getting screwed. Every Marine admires the drill instructor that controls everything that happens in a recruit’s life. That DI presents as the perfect Marine. Not a friend, not Mr Easy, not a tyrant, but a professional imbuing all the qualities of a Marine and, even when screaming in your ear or kicking sand into your face, you know is only trying to make you into something only a few people can be – a United States Marine.

Now, instead of being THAT guy, I was supposed to be Mr Easy, the smiling, joking recruiter. I thought back to mine and tried to find one Marine thing about him other than the hair cut and uniform. Nope, it wasn’t there. I just knew I was going to hate my next job. Kinard eventually returned to her parent command and I walked a little easier.

Finally, my last day with my command came. I was leaving on a Friday and didn’t report report to school until Monday. The previous week had been spent severing the many small ties that had bound me. I picked up my medical records. I gave up my weapon. I turned in all my “deuce” gear, or as some people might say: war-fighting equipment. I paid my NCO club bar tab. I locked my barracks door and flipped my key to the building manager. I had one last stop to make and I was no longer part of the Fleet Marine Corps, the war fighting, battle winning, part of the USMC. I wanted to puke.

I shook hands with my old drinking buddy, Jeff Banning, when I turned in my check-out sheet, the document that certified I no longer had any connections with the command.

“You take care, Jak,” he said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Jeff,” I laughed, “you’re a drunken pervert ex-con! What’s left that you haven’t done?”

“Well,” he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, “I can think of one.”

“No, I don’t wanna hear about your Momma!”

“Actually, I was thinking about yours.”

I laughed as I walked away, feeling an odd ache inside. I was alone.

“Say ‘hi’ to Kinnard for me,” I heard him say as I passed through the door.

I pulled up short and started to turn when a familiar voice grabbed my reigns.

“Jakowitz, get your dumb Pollack ass in here!”

“Yes, First Sergeant!” Even if he was no longer MINE, Marines don’t blow off the summons of a First Sergeant.

He was already up and had his hand out.

“You’re a good jarhead and a good NCO, Jak,” he said as he tried to reduce the bones in my hand to powder. “This command’s loss is someone else’s gain.”

I was taken aback. “Thank you, First Sarn’t. Any chance I can -“

“No, now get on with the rest of your career.” He gave my shoulder a small squeeze that sent a small jolt of pain to my wrist. “And don’t forget my advice.”

He pushed me through the door before I can ask any questions.

I stood in the parking lot and gave the battalion area one last look. It was run-down, ragged around the edges, originally intended for half as many troops until better facilities could be built, and was living proof that nothing is so permanent in the government as temporary. It had been home for three years and I didn’t want to let it go.

“Hey, Jak!” The voice was familiar. I looked around. A woman, wearing a pair of sunglasses and tube top under a loose shirt over a pair of Capri pants, was leaning against a car as if waiting. I looked harder. She was short, her blonde hair hung to just past her shoulders, good sized breasts pushed against the top and hips filled out the pants really well. She reached up and took off the shades. Pale blue eyes looked at me.

“You never called,” she said.

“Kinnard!”

“Yeah, ‘Kinnard’. Some people call me Debby.”

“Look, Lance Corporal Kinnard, I appreciate -“

“Sergeant Jakowitz, “she interrupted. “I’m trying to do both of us a favor. How about you follow me, we’ll have some coffee, you listen to what I have to say and maybe, just MAYBE, you won’t report into czech amateurs porno recruiting school with such a shitty attitude they just toss you out with a black mark in your SRB that will take you years to recover from?”

I stared at her, thinking.

“Okay, it seems you think it is so important, I guess it won’t hurt to listen.”

“Thank you, Jak.”

On the drive off the base I considered ditching her. I knew the place like the back of my hand, there’s no way should could have found me if I wanted to disappear. A few things kept her tail lights and license plate in my windshield. She believed what she had to say was important. She hadn’t been pushy, and I didn’t want to hear it, but she had made this extra effort and it would be rude not to hear her out. Besides, I didn’t mind a closer look at what had spent weeks hiding behind shapeless camouflage.

We went through the small military down that springs up outside of every gate that had ever been built. I expected her to pull into a diner, but she turned off the main drag and I found myself pulling into a dirt driveway of a beat-up house.

“You live off-base?” I said getting out of my car next to hers. Surprise was in my voice.

“A few of us girls rent the place.”

“They let you?” The ‘they’ I referred to was not her room-mates, but her command who normally denies unmarried junior troops the privilege of living off base. Hell, I lived in the barracks and I was a damned NCO.

She smiled. “Oh, they don’t have a problem with it. It’s either that or let us swim in a big ol’ pool of testosterone every night. Come in, ain’t nobody here but us two. I’ll make the coffee.”

The place was old, the furniture third hand in some cases, but it was clean and neat. I don’t know if I expected to find bras and panties tossed everywhere, but I found myself a little tense. She skipped the nickel tour and went straight to the kitchen. The counter appliances were new even if the stove looked like a converted wood-burner.

“Have a seat,” she motioned to the dinette set. She started collecting the bits and pieces needed for brewing a pot. I sat, my eyes following her. Her butt was a bit out of proportion but that kinda comes with the military lifestyle. Someone once told me it was because we feed women men’s rations. All I know is that one of the old-time terms for a woman in the Marine Corps was BAM – broad assed Marine. Hers wasn’t broad but packed some extra cushion.

“Why didn’t you call?” she said, filling the pot from the spigot.

“Didn’t seem to have a point.”

She leaned against the sink, the pot of water resting easy in her hand. “A girl gives you her number and you don’t see a point to it?” The window behind her lighted up her blouse and accentuated the curves of her torso.

“I knew you wanted to talk about recruiting and I… well, I just wasn’t in the mood.”

“For 45 days you haven’t been in the mood? Hmmm…”

I don’t like having my decisions questioned, especially by a lance corporal. I felt my bood rise.

“Look, Kinnard -“

She cut me off. “Debby.”

“What?”

“In my house, I’m Debby.” She waved the pot. “Out there I’ll be super-admin clerk Lance Corporal Schmuckatelly if you want, but here,” she poured the water into the reservoir. “I’m a girl named Debby.”

She spooned some ground coffee into the basket. “That’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

She flipped the on switch. “And it’s okay if I call you Kevin, right?”

I frowned at her. She laughed.

“Yeah, I expected that, Kev.” She ignored my bristles. “Such a hard-ass.”

She walked over and sat beside me. “We’ve got about ten minutes before the coffee is ready. That should be plenty of time for us to talk.”

I held up my hand. “First off, why are you doing this?”

“I was wondering when you were going to ask.” She took my hand and pulled it to the table top. “Why don’t I tell you later? It will make more sense.”

I didn’t like it, but I agreed. The coffee maker began to huff and puff.

“Tell me, Kev, why did you join the Corps?”

“To hit back,” I said.

She nodded. “It shows. You’ve got a good reputation for being serious about your troops and their training. You don’t have any problems with the idea of killing people, do you?”

“Nope.”

“Do you think I do?”

I conjured up an image of her decked out in deuce gear, teeth fixed in a death dealing rictus grin, ramming a bayonet into a Haji. It fell apart under the strain.

“You aren’t me,” I said.

Her eyes opened wider. “Damn, this might be easier than I thought.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” she said, tracing a finger tip over the knuckles of the hand she had captured, “none of us are you. Some are like you, but you and them are more the exceptions, not the rules.”

“Maybe so,” I said.

“And, really,” she continued, “the idea of being a DI is about making more copies of you, kids who show up all squishy and you get to make them into a Marine, with yourself as the mold.”

She had found a sore point and I czech casting porno didn’t like it.

“Relax your hand,” she said, stroking the back. “You have to think about being a recruiter. You have to think about being among people who don’t think your first name is ‘sergeant’ and call you ‘Kevin’ because that is what it is. You have to think about talking to people who don’t HAVE to listen, who can say ‘bullshit’ to your face and walk away. Have you ever seen a recruit do that?”

“Of course not.”

“No, because by the time they get to MCRD they are committed. Well, as much as they can be, given what little they know. They want to be Marines and the DIs use that desire. It’s going to be your job to get them to start believing they want to be one so when you talk to Jimmy and Bobby they are going to call you Kevin and you are going to have to like it.

“I like my name.”

“But you didn’t – don’t like me using it, do you, Kevin?”

I grew uncomfortable. I was a sergeant, she was a junior troop. There were rules.

“Relax, Kev. I’m on your side. You’re a great Marine. Everyone can see that. But…”

“But what?”

“You’ve got a stick up your ass.”

“WHAT?”

“Those aren’t my words,” she laughed at my reaction.

“Whose then?”

“I’ll tell you later,” she was still laughing and tugging at my hand. “Calm down.”

“I kind of agree with him,” she continued but this time she was taking each of my fingers and playing with them. I was wondering how many messages were being delivered. “And I think it would be a shame for you to screw up before you get started.”

“Girl, you aren’t making sense.”

“Progress! You know I’m a girl!” She had a great smile. “Seriously, though, I was told that one of the first things that happens to recruiting school students when they report in is that they are judged and weighed on the spot. If you are smiling, cheerful, motivated – you’re in group A. If you look gloomy, angry, or in general like you want to be somewhere else, you go into group B. Almost everyone from group A graduates and is successful. Group B has a much lower success rate. Group A continues with good careers, group B suffers. Group A gets a pass on somethings, group B never does.”

She paused her fingerplay.

“Which group do you want to be in, Kevin?”

My mind was going over the last 45 days. I thought about the way people had been treating me, about the way I had treated them. I had been a dick. I didn’t want to give up the drill field, I didn’t want to go out into the unwashed masses. With a start I realized I had spent a lot of my last few weeks in my old command as a whiner.

“Ohhh, fuck…” I groaned.

“You see it, don’t you?” she whispered. “You see the hole you dug for yourself?”

“Oh, hell, yeah.”

She started down the logic trail. “You want to be a Marine. DI’s are Marines, the BEST Marines. You want to be one of them, not a… a… SALESman. Not some goof who lets people call them by his first name! God no! Can’t have that? That’s not respectful! That’s not what we DO in the Corps, is it?”

“Hey, I get the point, I do,” I growled trying to pull my hand back.

“I believe you do,” she said, clamping down on my hand. “But that’s not the same thing as changing your attitude and that’s what has to turn around.”

“I can do it,” I insisted.

“Not in three days,” she countered. “You need a change of perspective. You need to see what you can get out of this, not what you’re losing.”

“I don’t see what you mean. What can I get out of this besides staying in the Corps without being a fuck-up?”

“Have you ever thought about what it takes to be a recruiter?”

“Never have.”

“Let’s try something. A role-play. I’ve only been in for a year and a half so I remember what it was like to be just a civilian. Try to recruit me.”

“What? You want me to do what?”

“Convince me I want to be a Marine. Come on, you know it can be done, somebody out there already did. See if you can.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t know anything.”

“About the Marines, you mean? I won’t hold that against you, but I’ll call bullshit if you lie to me. Okay; go.”

“Go?”

“Start! Pretend … uhm, I’m at the mall and I walked up to you and asked about why you have a red stripe in your pants.”

“Oh, that’s easy, it’s called a ‘blood stripe’ and -“

She started to snore. “Is that the best you got? ‘Blood stripe’? You’re not supposed to be giving me a Marine history class! I didn’t walk up the whole Marine Corps, I walked up to you! Something about you got me and I gave you an opening. Come on, Marine, turn it into something more! Sell me!”

Shit, I sat there thinking I had no idea where to start. I replayed the situation. Girl walks up to me in the mall and asks why I’ve got red stripes on my pants. Okay, let’s try this…

I started a dialogue with my prospective recruit by flipping the question around, challenging her to explain why she cared. She responded by saying she could accept the red and blue but it clashed with the shirt color. That led into a discussion about the things pinned to the shirt and that went into the jobs Marines do and that went into where Marines go and that got into what it takes to BE a Marine and the kind of people we want and that’s when Debby started laughing just as the coffee beeped it was ready for drinking.

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One Saturday evening, after we had been to a football match, me and my mate were sitting at my house and drinking beer. After a few hours my mate told me about a girl he had seen lately, and that he would try to look her up this evening. He knew that she was at a party in a town a few kilometres away, and we were wondering how we would get there. I was thinking of a girlfriend to another friend of ours. I knew that he was on a trip abroad, and that she probably was home alone. I also knew that their relationship had come into a dead end, and I had always liked her. I called her, and she told me she was just back from a family birthday celebration. She could drive us, no problem. Jane, as her name was, showed up a few minutes later.

I sat in beside her in the front seat, and my mate sat in the back seat. I noticed that she had a black skirt, blue blouse and black pantyhose. I guessed she hadn’t changed her clothes after the birthday. I apologized for disturbing her, but she said she was bored at home and she was glad I have called. We talked a lot of bullshit, and Jane was laughing of her two drunken passengers. We arrived to the place where the party were supposed to be, my mate went in to look for her. He came back in the car almost immediately, and told us that she had moved on to a nightclub. We went down to the city, and he took himself in to the club without paying for the entrance. He found her, and came out to the car and told us that he would stay there. Jane said she wasn’t in the mood for a nightclub, so we went home again.

When I got alone with her, we were talking about her boyfriend. She told me that their relationship probably was over, but they hadn’t broken up yet. She said that he already was seeing another woman. She offered me a chewing gum, but she lost the package on the floor by the pedals. She turned on the light, and asked if I could try to find it. I reached over with my head down on the floor by her legs, and searched for the gum. I saw the package, but I pretend I didn’t find it, because I was looking at her sexy legs. Suddenly she pressed one of her leg against my face. I couldn’t resist anymore, and touched her leg with my hand. I czech streets porno stroked the wonderful nylon leg and kissed it. I was a little nervous for the reaction, but she just said that she thought I had found something else.I picked up the chewing gum, and kissed my way up her leg and to her knee. I straightened up, still with my hand on her knee. She smiled and laid her hand on mine and said that she thought this would happen sooner or later.

I leaned over and kissed her. It was difficult while she was driving, so she turned of the road and into a parking lot. Then she met my kisses with open lips and a searching tongue. We just kissed and cling to each other for a long time, and our tongues were exploring each other. I held her head in my hands and laid her back in the seat, and licking her mouth in the same way I would have done to her down there. I understood that this was turning her on, because her breath was getting heavier. At the same time I let my hand move under her skirt and up her thigh. Her legs felt wonderful through the nylon pantyhose, and she spread her legs as much as she could in the tight skirt. I reached up between her legs, and she felt warm through the pantyhose. We kept on with our heavy kissing, while I rubbed her between her legs harder and harder.

Suddenly she squeezed my hand with her thighs and moaning loud. She was just sitting like that for many seconds, before releasing my hand. She told me that she had felt very horny that day, and when I called her she decided that she would have sex that night. She was touching my erection outside my jeans, and opened my zipper. I helped her to pull down my jeans and underwear, and my big hard penis pointing straight up. She grabbed around it and started to masturbate me with her hand. Then she kissed it on the backside and down to my balls. I laid back and enjoyed her lips and tongue. She worked her way up and down my cock, and sometimes her lips and tongue was on my balls and even behind them and close to my anal opening. Finally she took the head in between her lips, and let her tongue play around it. Then she started to suck me, and I was surprised how deep she czech taxi porno managed to press my cock. She had obviously a lot of experience in performing oral sex. It didn’t take long time before I reached my orgasm. I warned her that I was coming, and she let the sperm pump out in her face, mouth and hair. It was a real mess, but she found a handkerchief and cleaned up her face. After cleaning up we moved on, and she was masturbating my hard cock, while she was driving.

When we arrived at my house, I invited her inside. We just got inside the front door, before we started kissing and cling to each others. I took of her jacket and opened her blouse. She didn’t wear any bra, and a pair of small and cute breasts was revealed. I massaged her breasts and kissed and sucked on her hardening nipples. I continued kissing my way down her stomach, and I went down on my knee. I lifted her skirt and let my tongue glide down her thighs and knees. I lifted up one of her legs, and took her shoe off. I kissed down her legs and to her foot, all the way to the tip of her toes. I put her sexy toes in my mouth and sucked on them, and licked the nylon sole of her foot. I have always been a lover of female legs and feet, and especially when they are in pantyhose or stockings. It’s always a great foreplay for me.

She enjoyed my treatment of her legs, and when I moved up again, she grabbed my head and pressed my face to her crouch. I felt her warm and wet pussy through her underwear. She dragged me up on my feet, and took a grip around my penis, before she turned around and leaned over a dresser that was placed in the hall. She held up her skirts, while I pulled down her pantyhose and panties. I saw her round and sexy butt, and felt between her cheeks with my hand. I reached down to her pussy, and she was wet and wide open. I took a good grip around her hips, and rammed my cock into her. She screamed and she used her muscles inside and squeezed around me. I started to pump into her from behind in a high speed, and we just went on faster and harder. I pulled almost out of her every time, and then pumped hard into her and felt her around me all the way. It was a fantastic digitalplayground porno standing act, and I tried to hold back as long as I could. I manage to keep myself until I heard her make some weird sounds, and I thought it looked like she got an orgasm. Then I let the climax come and pumped the load of sperm into her.

We ended the evening in bed. We sat down naked in my bed, and shared some glasses of wine. After a couple of glass, we got turned on again. We got into a 69 position, and licked and sucked each others. She tasted and smelled of the sex we had earlier that evening, and we just lay down like that for a long while. Then she sat on top of me and gliding up and down on my cock. She started a long ride, and I saw that she really enjoyed it. She masturbated herself while she was gliding up and down me. Since I already had two orgasms, I could make it for a long time without coming. I don’t know how long we did it in that position, before we lay over on the side. I was still deep into her, and she laid her leg behind mine and squeezed us together. Her pussy felt tight in this position, and finally I made my third orgasm. We felt a sleep in that position and we didn’t woke up before early in the Sunday morning. She had to go home, so we stood up around 5 in the morning, and went into the shower together. I went down on her again in the shower, and licked her. She got another orgasm that morning in the shower.

We never become an item, but we met several times the next year and had sex. It was a nice and free relationship as lovers and friends, with no more commitment. We kept on like that, until we both got hooked up with some others. We are still friends, and we met at a party just a few years ago and dance tight. We are both married now, but we were alone at that party. It was summer and we went out for a walk after the dance to get some fresh air. We hadn’t forgotten our relationship some years ago, and suddenly we found our self in deep tongue kissing. She was just wearing a thin summer dress, and I felt her sexy body against me through the dress. We went into some bushes in the garden and she bent over against a tree. I quickly pulled up her dress and removed her underwear. We had a quick one from behind there in the garden, and she was still tight and as usual very wet.

I meet her from time to time, but that was the last time we had sex. But you never know, maybe we will meet at a suitable time and place again sometimes?

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Around midnight, I pulled into a gas station in Joplin, Missouri to fill up for the last time before reaching our destination. I reached over and gently fondled Sarah’s breasts to rouse her.

“Hey love, do you need anything? Need a pit stop,” I asked as she barely left her slumber.

“Where are we?”

“We’re in Joplin. We have a little over three hours to go.”

Saying nothing, she turned slightly and fell back asleep. I quietly exited, and filled up with gas. I took my receipt, and got back in to finish the last leg of our journey. Sarah felt the car move again, and stirred just long enough to find my hand. I guess touching me to some degree helped her sleep, since she typically holds my dick in her mouth to accomplish that. I would have welcomed that, but there’s no way that was possible in the car.

It was about 3:30 AM when we arrived in the small town just across the river from where we were about to start our new lives. There’s a couple of hotels there where we could crash for a few hours before meeting the agent in the morning to sign the papers, and make the ownership transfer complete. I chose the Best Western Select, which appeared to be the nicest of what the town has to offer. I left Sarah to sleep as I went in to get the room figured out. It was nice enough, so it was on. I returned to the car where my beautiful sister slept. I gently opened the rear door and found her discarded sweatpants. I then opened her door, and leaned in to suckle her firm breasts while I unbuckled her.

Pausing from that delicious treat, I said, “good morning, love. We’re here.”

She snapped awake; I think she was expecting us to be at our new home. She seemed disappointed when she realized she was flooded with light, clearly not emanating from our home.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I told her. “Tomorrow everything will be done, and I will take you home.”

I held out her sweats, and offered them to her. She frowned at me, clearly not wanting to dress. I reached for her hoodie, which she did accept, and welcomed my helping her into it. She lazily exited the car and stood beside me awaiting further. I zipped her hoodie just enough to keep her gorgeous breasts from being exposed. It only barely covered her ass, and would only hide her pussy if she kept her hands in the pockets.

“Good enough,” I thought to myself, and took her hand and led her inside. The clerk just glanced at us, then went about her business, apparently not even noticing my sister’s state of undress. We got to our room, and I held the door open for Sarah. She immediately plopped down on the bed, clearly still tired. I unzipped and removed her hoodie. She rolled over to the other side of the bed so I could pull the covers down, then rolled back and snuggled in, letting me tuck her in. I turned and went to the bathroom to wash my face, in an attempt to rid it of road weariness.

“Fuck,” I cursed aloud. I had left my laptop and phone in the car, and I would need it in the morning to get in touch with the agent. I dried my face and hands, the returned to the car to get my things. I grabbed the duffel, too, just in case. When I got back, Sarah was sitting up on the bed with a concerned look on her face.

“What’s wrong,” I asked.

“Where did you go? I thought you were mad, and left for some reason,” she replied, small tears in her eyes.

I dropped everything and went to sit beside her. “No, sweetheart. I just forgot my phone and computer.” I took her in my arms and consoled her. “I would never leave you, baby girl. Not for any reason ever, ok?”

She nodded, and lay her head on my shoulder. I didn’t mean to have it seem that I abandoned her. She heard me curse, and figured I was upset. I kissed her head, and wrapped her tightly in my arms.

“I love you, my sweet,” I whispered. She snuggled closer to me and took my hand. She placed it on her breast, and let out a sigh as she move her hand away from mine. She wanted me to touch her. I sat there with her for the longest time, letting my fingers graze over her bare breasts. I bounced her nipples, pressing them downward with my finger, then letting them bounce back up. I cupped her full breasts in my hand, lifted them, and gently let them back down. I wanted to suck her tits so bad, but wanted even more to make sure she was good in knowing that I wasn’t going to leave her. She was. She was just super tired from being on the road, and not sleeping well in the car.

“Can we go to bed now,” she asked quietly.

“Of course we can, sweetheart. I’m just enjoying touching you.”

She smiled at me and said, “lay with me. Hold me, and you can keep touching me.”

I lay her back on the bed, shed my clothes, and climbed in beside her. It certainly wasn’t our bed, but it would do for now. I lay on my side, and Sarah scooted back against me, laying her head on my shoulder. I draped my free arm over her warm body, and felt for her breasts again. Her arm lay in front of her as I casually toyed with her tits again. brazzers porno I left them, and ran my hand down her body. I came to her ass, and gently lifted the upper cheek, and scooted in closer to her, letting my cock rest between them. I quickly grew hard, and started lubricating her crack. As my hand made its way back up, I started careless humping actions, spreading natures lubricant all over her ass crack, and against her anus. I ran my fingers through her hair, and leaned in to kiss her shoulder. I planted little kisses on her back and shoulders and went back to playing with her supple breasts. I noted that her nipples were hard, and she was starting to match my humping motions.

“Go inside me, please,” my sister whispered, not moving her upper body. We were perfectly positioned for me to enter her ass, so I worked towards it without touching myself. I wanted to move my rigid snake around the flesh pillows, and let it find its own way, driving Sarah crazy along the way. Her hips moved in such a way as to help me. Finally, my tip touched her puckered little bud. I pushed gently, and waited for her to fully relax and let me inside. Slowly, a millimeter at a time, I fed my cock up into her hungry anus. Sarah remained motionless as my one-eyed monster invaded her bowels. My balls finally touched her cheeks, but I kept pressing, wanting to get as deep inside my sister’s ass as I possibly could. I pressed to the hilt, and just held it there. I felt her body throbbing as I invaded her hole. I pulled firmly on her breasts, making as much contact with her as I could, and started to slowly pump in and out of her ass. I let go of her only long enough to look down to see where we connected. Seeing my huge dick pumping my sister’s ass was an amazing and erotic site.

I pushed against Sarah, encouraging her to roll over face down. She got the hint, and started to roll. I followed, not letting my cock leave her perfectly shaped ass. Now astraddle of her, she lay flat and allowed me to completely ravish her behind. Wanting that contact, I lay fully on her, and kissed her shoulders as my hips thrust into her tight little booty hole. I couldn’t help but think of how lucky I was to have such a perfectly beautiful sister who wanted me to put my cock in her ass.

“I’m going to cum, J,” Sarah panted. “Keep fucking me. Make me cum.”

Encouraged, I fucked her ass a little faster. Not harder, just faster. I raised myself up in a pushup position, and fucked my little sister’s butt. Her ass tightened around me, and she cried out as she came.

“Fuck me, big brother! Give me your load! Cum in my ass, please. I’m begging you, cum inside me,” she cried out.

“Oh yes, yes, yes, yes…” she cried as she came. Her orgasm clinched her ass so hard, I thought for a second that she was going to push me out of her.

I fought through it, and replied, “here it comes, sweet girl. I’m going to cum in you.”

“Give it to me,” she panted.

So I did. I kept humping her fast, my body flinching with every ribbon of semen I used to paint her insides. Her orgasm sustained until I have finished cumming in her ass. I collapsed on top of her back again, a little bit sweaty. I caught my breath and held my penis firmly inside of her ass. I felt her flexing her kegels as I was planted in her. It definitely kept me from going soft.

“I love you, Sarah,” I said, as I again kissed her back and shoulders.

Assuming she would tire from my weight, I rolled off of her to lie beside her, dragging my dripping penis across her ass cheeks. Sarah rolled over and swung a leg over me. She kissed me passionately for a bit before lying on my arm again, leaving her leg draped over me. She snuggled in, and got comfortable, thinking she would go to sleep now. I knew better.

Before long, I heard her whisper, “J?”

“Yea, baby?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Will you help me to sleep?”

“Of course, precious. I’m all yours.”

Sarah quickly disappeared beneath the covers. In moments, she had her head laying on my lower abdomen and my sticky, wet penis in her warm mouth. She sucked me just like a pacifier, forcing me in and out from between her lips. As difficult as it was, I focused on sleeping. I knew she would be out soon if I came in her mouth or not. Right now, I was only interested in sleeping with my sister. My cock softened, but stayed in my sister’s mouth. It was only minutes before she fell sound asleep. Sleep found me shortly thereafter, and we were as we had been, and had been become our way of life. Sister and brother, naked in bed together, sister sucking brother’s penis as a pacifier to help her sleep. All night, Sarah kept my cock between her lips. Her tongue rested against its head as she slept soundly.

I woke around 9:30 to Sarah’s mouth moving on my cock. She was subconsciously sucking me the same way she did to go to sleep. Being awake now, it swelled in her warm, moist mouth, and pressed its way deeper into it. I reached castingcouch-x porno down and started stroking her hair, and at the same time, started gently thrusting myself into her mouth, fucking it as she slept. In short time, she started to stir awake. She kept sucking me, but reached up to cup my balls, now coherent and aware of her surroundings. She raised up on her elbow, and really went to town. She took my rigid member all the way into her mouth, then slowly slid her way back up to the head. Back and forth, allowing me fully into her eager throat. My sister turned in a way where she could look up at me as she sucked my cock. I lay there watching her with one arm behind my head. I smiled at her, and her eyes smiled back at me. As our eyes locked, Sarah raised up onto her knees, and sucked me with renewed vigor. Now, I could look down past where my cock was planted inside of her mouth, and was able to admire her amazing breasts as they hung beneath her, their nipples resting gently on my thighs. The site of my naked sister was too much, and I started spewing forth my creamy goodness into her hungry mouth. Sarah stopped her fucking motions, and just sucked, as I fed her all I had in me. She applied gentle suction until the streams stopped, and I had given her my all. With an audible gulp, she swallowed my cum down, having received a high-protein breakfast shake from her brother’s penis.

“Can we go home now,” Sarah asked, crawling up to lie beside me, her nipples dragging up the length of my body.

Taking her into my arms, I replied, “yes, love. We can go home now.”

We kissed briefly, and got out of bed. I watched as she stretched, and adored the beauty of her nudity. I watched in awe as her perfect ass swayed towards the bathroom, my cock again rising to fully erect.

“Damn, she’s sexy,” I thought to myself.

She disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the shower start.

“Are you coming,” she beckoned.

“Absolutely,” I replied, not wanting to miss the opportunity to touch her naked body.

I hopped up, and my bobbing cock led me to the shower to join my sister.

“I smell like a lake,” she said, wrinkling her nose so cute.

“But you’re beautiful, my sexy woman of the lake,” I joked. She truly was beautiful, and I’d have fucked her no matter how she smelled.

She smiled, and took my hand as we stepped into the shower together. I hugged her tight as the warm water cascaded over our bodies. Our lips met, and my hands ran down her wet backside to her perfect ass. I squeezed her cheeks in my hands, and lifted her up slightly. Her breasts pressed into my chest, and my cock slipped between her thighs, the length resting between her moist folds. Letting her back down, I stepped back, which caused my cock to just barely enter her pussy. Sarah drew in a deep breath as the contact stimulated her cunt. I reached for the bottle of her perfumed wash, and began to lather up her body. I lovingly washed every inch of her, thoroughly stimulated just by touching her. My cock throbbed as I ran my hands over her shoulders, and down her back. It dripped precum as I cleaned ass, making sure to get between her cheeks and legs. I made my way down her supple legs to her feet, her hand resting on my head to steady herself as she lifted each for me. She turned, and I worked my way up the front of her body. Before I washed her pussy, I gave it a few licks. I covered it with my mouth, and stuck my tongue up inside of her steamy snatch. I licked her sweet pussy while I continued to lather her legs. I finally cleaned that delicious hole, even though I could eat it like it was all day. I soaped up her tummy while I sucked her perfect nipples, and ran my tongue around her perky breasts. I worked my way up, and even washed her beautiful face. She had the most adorable look on her face as she basked in the sensation of my touch. At last, I nudged her under the water to wet her hair, and gave her a thorough shampoo and scalp massage. Her breasts heaved, and her breath was long and drawn out as I poured my love out onto her body.

Sarah leaned her head back to let her hair rinse. She was still in overwhelming bliss, and just stood motionless as the suds cascaded down her body. As quickly as I could, I washed myself, keeping an eye on her to make sure she wasn’t going to collapse. I joined her under the spray, and together we rinsed. I took her in my arms and held her close to me. Our eyes locked. Her mouth was agape, and it seemed that she had not know such bliss from just being washed.

“I love you,” Sarah told me strongly and confidently.

“I love you, too, precious Sarah,” I replied.

She just stared at me, not knowing how to respond to how her body felt at this moment.

“Are you ready to go home,” I asked, the question itself seeming to snap her back into reality.

She just nodded, and reached for the faucet. Still not quite herself, I stepped out and grabbed a towel. I carefully dabbed water from her clips4sale porno body until dry, then wrapped her hair in the towel. I helped her out of the shower just before drying myself. She just stood watching in awe and wonder. She finally came out of her trance when I put her toothbrush in her hand, and gestured that she finish up.

“I looked at my phone earlier,” I began. “It’s thirty-nine degrees outside. I’m sorry, but you really should put your sweats on.”

“Ok,” she replied, barely audible.

“It’s ok, love,” I told her, kissing her on the cheek and squeezing her little bum. “Soon, you’ll be home, and can undress again,” I promised.

I watched as my little sister pulled sweatpants over her naked legs, and pulled them up around her waist. She then donned a hoodie, zipping it just enough to conceal her flushed breasts. She looked incredibly sexy. Sarah waited somewhat impatiently as I dressed and gathered our things. Now that she was fully awake, she was ready to get to our new home. Too late for hotel breakfast, we were going to have to stop by McDonalds or something.

I took Sarah’s hand, and we checked out and headed for the parking lot. As the blast of cool air hit us, Sarah winced.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” she said, visibly shivering.

“It’s that time of year, love. It gets colder, and it snows a lot, too.”

“I’m kind of looking forward to that,” she replied. “Does our house have a fireplace? Will you teach me how to make a fire?”

“Yes, it does, and yes, I will teach you that and so much more.”

Sarah smiled broadly as I opened her door to let her into the car. She was growing more excited by the minute. I buckled her in, and went to join her. We stopped and got a quick breakfast sandwich, the drove to the realtor’s office. Sarah joined me for the meeting. This was going to be official, with both of our signatures on the documents. We were going to do this together from start to finish.

“Hello, Mr. Smith,” the agent greeted, shaking my hand. “And is this lovely lady your wife?”

“She is very lovely,” I replied, “but she’s my sister. She will be signing as co-owner on the purchase.”

The agent had no inclination that we were lovers, as we were focused more on the purchase than each other at the moment. We didn’t give off any air that we were lovers, so there was no reason to suspect it. Other than my sister’s tits being almost exposed, there was nothing to say that we were involved sexually.

There were flags next to everywhere Sarah and I were to sign, and we sat at a large table with the documents spread before us. I signed as appropriate, then passed each to Sarah for her signature. She beamed as she signed, looking forward to what was to come.

“Ok,” said the agent. “It looks like you’re not financing, so all that’s left is the wire transfer.”

“Already in queue,” I told her, taking out my phone. I made the last few clicks, and transferred the money, officially closing the deal. The agent reached out to hand me keys, but Sarah put her hand out to take them. Taking Sarah’s hand, she showed us which keys were what.

“This one is for the house, which you’re going to love. It’s a huge log structure, two and one-half story with a full walkout finished basement. This one is for the gate to the adjacent property.”

Already aware of the house, I knew what we were looking at. I thought to myself that I was going to dig up the drive to the adjacent property, and make it accessible from the first plot only, so that there was only one way in to our property.

Shaking with excitement now, Sarah’s smile widened. My beautiful sister was ready to occupy our new forever home. I thanked the agent and shook her hand again. She handed me my copies of all of the paperwork, and we were on our way. When we got to the car, I opened Sarah’s door. She turned and hugged me tightly, and thanked me for doing this for her.

“Oh, baby girl. It’s for us. You’re my princess forever, and you’ll live with me in our castle.”

She smiled again, and climbed into the car. I leaned in and kissed her erotically, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. I unzipped her hoodie, spreading it apart to fully expose her perfect breasts. I touched her nipples, noting that the cool air had them quite stiff. Breaking our embrace, I buckled her in securely. As I made my way around to my side, I glanced toward the realtor’s office, and noticed that the agent had been watching us. She stood there in clear amazement, having just watched brother and sister in erotic display. I just smiled, and got in.

“Ok, love. We’re going to need supplies. We need food and stuff. Do you want to shop now, or come back to town later. Keep in mind that it’s about a thirty minute drive from town to our house.”

“Can we come back later,” she asked. “I want to see it. Also, maybe there are things we need, too, and we don’t have a list.”

Admiring her logical thinking, I agreed. I started the car, and off we went. No sooner than we started out, Sarah slipped her hoodie off and tossed it in the back seat. Next, she kicked off her sandals, and pulled her sweatpants down and off, and tossed them as well. I watched in complete awe and wonder as my sister stripped in the car beside me.

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“James, take out the trash!” Mom yelled from downstairs.

“Yes ma’am, give me just a second.” I yelled back.

“No, right now, I’ve got to leave for the air port in twenty minutes. I don’t want you and your sister to end up throwing trash on the floor for me to pick up when I get home!” She yelled again.

“Ugh, it’s not like the trash is going to run away, Jesus.” I whispered as I pressed pause my video game.

My name is James; my mother is leaving for New York on some sort of business trip for the book she is wrote. She called me home from my two week leave break from the Marines, parties, and naked chicks to watch my eighteen year old sister, whom I haven’t even seen in six years. I got home yesterday and hooked up the Xbox, she hasn’t been home at all. I got up from the couch in my old room and checked the now lacking Marine standard of a high-and-tight; I threw on a pair of jeans and a pair of boots.

I grabbed the trash bag and walked out into the -19 degree Michigan weather without a shirt on; I don’t really care, I never get cold and I never get hot, I’m good that way. My six pack and tight chest muscles tightened from the abrupt cold. I walked approximately twenty meters to the trash can and dumped the trash bag into it. Halfway back I heard loud music and my sister’s piece of shit car pulled into the driveway. I whirled around just in time to see the sexiest legs I have ever seen step out of the car.

My sister stepped out of the car and adjusted her extremely short skirt. ‘Apparently she doesn’t get cold either…’ I thought. I quickly regained my thoughts and turned back towards the house and walked inside.

“Jesus, you’re a Sergeant in the Marines and they didn’t teach you any manners?” My sister said through chattering teeth as she set several bags of books and clothes down next to the door.

“I’m actually a Staff Sergeant, but thanks for keeping track of me.” I said back.

“Regardless, you could’ve at least said hello, or helped me with my bags. Gosh.” She said to my back as I was making myself a sandwich at the counter. When I was finished I turned around and saw all of her for the first time in six years.

My sister was 5’4″ and had the biggest and most perky tits I had seen in years. She moved her dark black hair out of the way of her eyes as she sat down and bent over to take off her shoes. ‘Jesus… she’s not the same 13-year-old gawky kid I remember when I enlisted.’ I thought as I stared at what I could see from shirt lifting up over her back as she leaned forward.

“Alright kids, my flight leaves soon, I love you, don’t kill each other, don’t burn the house down, and be sure to feed yourselves! Bye!” Mom said as she rushed out the door.

“Bye mom,” My sister and I both said.

“So how’ve you been James? We haven’t even talked in years.” Jennifer said as she stood up and looked at me with her hands on her hips.

“Uhh-duhh…. Fine… I guess…” I managed to stutter out as I looked over her gorgeous body. I was never really one for conversation.

“Really, that’s all you can say? A tour in the Marine Corps, which I’m sure was filled with so many exciting stories, and all you can say is fine.” Jennifer said.

“Uhh… Yeah,” I said.

“Wow, look at you,” she said as she was now staring at me,” The Marines did you good. What are you, 6’4″ now?”

“Umm… 6’5″ actually…” I managed to reply back as I noticed my own hard on.

“Jesus, are they giving you steroids, or what?” she said, “I remember when you left, you were 6’1″ and you didn’t have a muscle in your entire body, now look at you; I almost wouldn’t be ashamed to call you my brother.”

“Ha, thanks sis. You always were the one for compliments.” I said back.

“How about you get some clothes on and throw that sandwich away? Let’s go get some lunch at a restaurant.” Jennifer said.

“Alright, let’s take my car though. Yours sucks.” I joked with her.

I ran straight up to my room and threw on a tight black muscle tee. I grabbed my deodorant and put it on while I was brushing my teeth. I was down at the bottom of the stairs just in time to wait for my sister for twenty minutes while she got changed. I plopped down on one of the chairs nearby and waited.

Jen walked down the stairs, now in a pair of tighter than tight blue jeans and an even tighter shirt, I could see her nipples poking through her shirt, even through her bra.

“God damn…” I uttered, too quiet for her to hear.

“You ready to go?” She said.

“Yeah… I’m ready.” I said ogling her again.

“Well, come on, you’re driving.” She said while grabbing her purse. I withdrew my keys from my pocket and made sure I had my wallet; then stepped inside my 1967 Black Camaro Coupe. This was the first time I had been in it in six years, my six-pack of condoms was missing from the glove compartment, interesting… I flipped on the radio and waited for the inevitable blast of rock music that I last had it on, but was met with quiet oldies.

“Okay, bangbross porno what the fuck?” I said, “Have you been driving my car?” I asked staring at her angrily.

“No, mom used it a while ago, why would I listen to this shitty music? I’d prefer the punk crap that you listen too.” Jen said just as angrily as I had.

“So, mom stole my condoms then?” I said accusing her even further.

“I guess so; I’m still a virgin, stupid!” Jen yelled at me.

“We- Wait, what? Seriously,” I said, suddenly surprised.

“Well, yeah… I just haven’t found the right guy yet…” She said really shyly.

“Oh, well sorry for accusing you then; where do you want to go for lunch?” I said after a few moments of silence.

With sudden renewed confidence, “I kind of want to try this new place out. It’s an Italian place down by the old Mall.” Jen said, now smiling at me.

“Well alright.” I said, confused.

We drove for about twenty minutes, now listening to heavy rock music and the occasional girly song for her. When we got to the restaurant, me being the gentleman that I am, I hurried out of my seat and around the side of the car to open her door. I put one hand behind my back and held out the other while putting on a snooty butler face.

“Your hand, madam,” I said in a fake British accent.

“Of course, my good sir,” She said in an equally fake accent.

We walked hand in hand into the restaurant. It was packed, like twenty people were waiting in line ahead of us. We took a seat on the bench pressed up against the wall after we told the Hostess that we wanted a table for two. Apparently it’d be a long wait.

After around twenty-five minutes, Jennifer’s head was on my shoulder and one of her hands was on my right leg and the other was firmly grasping one of my hands. Then this group of preppy teen girls walked into the room.

“Oh shit…” I heard Jen whisper.

“Well hello, ‘Little Miss Leslie,” the leader of the blonde brigade said to Jennifer,” Who is this fine young man you’re with?”

“Hi, I’m her bro-“I began to say, but was cut off by Jennifer.

“He’s my boyfriend, he’s in the Marines, and he’s here on leave time.” Jennifer said quickly.

“Oh really, well, if you ever want a real woman, call me, honey.” This blonde chick said to me.

“Jennifer Patterson, table of two, Jennifer Patterson, table of two.” The intercom rang through the seating room.

“That’s us, “Jennifer said quickly and pulled me away from the five girls.

“What the hell was that about,” I said as we sat down and ordered our drinks.

“That was Brittany Hill and her team of Blonde Bimbos, they are bullies at my school,” she said.

“Okay… Why did you say I was your boyfriend? And why did the call you Leslie?” I asked.

“Ugh, they’ve called me that for years because… Well, because I made out with a chick in the girls’ bathroom my junior year.” Jennifer said, moving her hair out of the way of her beautiful face. I could see her bright blue eyes, “I said you were my boyfriend because I haven’t had one all throughout school… and well, I wanted to impress them.”

“Alright, so you think I’ll impress them, do you want me to tear off my shirt? Or rescue a cat from a tree or something? That’ll do it for’em.” I said jokingly.

“Oh, shut up. You don’t have to do anything like that, just; will you pretend that we’re dating, or even better, madly in love?” She pleaded.

“Uhh… Sure?” I said. ‘That isn’t going to be hard at all,’ I thought to myself.

The rest of dinner went fantastically, the blonde chicks sat at the table across from us and were staring at me the entire time, Jennifer moved to my side of the table and snuggled up to me in the booth, she even started rubbing my thigh. Dinner tasted fine, but I spent most of the time talking and looking at her intensely to make sure the other girls saw so they’d be jealous.

“Excuse me, honey,” Jennifer said, removing her hand from my thigh and backing away from me slightly, “I’ve got to use the restroom.” Jennifer got up and walked away, I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect ass move as she walked towards the bathroom until I heard a noise in the booth.

“Okay, what’s she paying you? I’ll double it, hell triple it for you. There’s no way Leslie can get a perfect guy like you.” Brittany said as she sat down.

“What are you talking about? Jen and I have been happily in love for a long time, there’s something special between us that no amount of money can measure up to.” I said, being as cheesey as I could.

“Bullshit, all you guys have done is sit here and talk, there hasn’t been a single kiss or anything! What are you with her for? Sex? I can give you sex, honey, believe me, I can.” Brittany said.

“No, I’m sorry. And I don’t know where you come from, where it’s okay to interrupt a couple’s nice evening and try to take one of them home with you, if you would, please leave me alone.” I said.

“Ugh, but… Grr!” She Got bangbus porno up and moved back to her table where her friends saw her and did their best to comfort her. Jen then moved in and sat next to me, her hand went back to my thigh and he head snuggled up against my shoulder.

I paid the bill, stood up, and pulled my sister out of the booth. She got close to me and whispered, “I heard what you said to Brittany,” the immediately backed up, gasped and covered her mouth. “Oh, James! Of course! Of course I will marry you!” She then jumped into me and pushed our lips together, her taste was so sweet. Her tongue maneuvered its way through her lips and passed my own lips and found my tongue. We stood there in the middle of the restaurant, kissing passionately in a room filled with a bunch of clapping people and one group of extremely angry girls.

I pulled my laughing sister into the car and started the engine.

“That was awesome! Did you see their faces? They were so jealous, they were about to explode!” Jennifer said between gasps of laughter.

“Yeah, it was pretty funny, I think the making out part was a little over the top,” I lied.

“Oh whatever and you’re pretty good kissers, big brother.” She said, winking at me.

I helped my sister out of the car and walked up to the door. I closed the door behind me. She immediately walked up to her room and I stood there confused of why she just left so abruptly. I walked solemnly up to my room and plopped down on my bed, I could not ignore the fact that I had a raging hard on and I started stroking the bulge that was going down my pant leg.

“Hey James, can you come in here and help me with something?” Jennifer yelled from down the hall.

I stopped stroking myself and got up. I moved to Jennifer’s door, I knocked on the door.

“Go ahead and come in,” Jen yelled.

I walked into the room and saw my sister lying on the bed wearing nothing but a bright red thong and a bright red bra that’s two sizes too small for her large chest. My cock sprang to full attention as she rose from her bed and walked towards me. She got to me and put her arms around me.

“Thank you very much for pretending to be my boyfriend for the evening and even my fiancé for the end of dinner.” She chuckled.

“Uhh… Duhh… You’re welcome,” I stuttered out, trying to suppress my cock from jabbing into her stomach.

“Well, you didn’t think I wasn’t going to reward you, did you?” She said seductively, her hand moving up and down my back.

“Uhh… You’re welcome…” I said awkwardly, I felt my dick rub against her as she pulled herself closer.

“Ooh, am I making you hard, big brother,” Her hand moved up to my pants and started feeling around the length of my cock, “Oh my god, my very big brother.”

“Wow, okay, Jennifer, I don’t think we should be doing this.” I said.

“Your cock is telling me otherwise, I could be misreading it, though; maybe I should ask him face to face.” She said as she moved her hand to my zipper and pulled out my eight inch cock.

“Yeah, I think your cock wants you to stay here,” She said, staring at my cock as the veins throbbed.

“Would you like it if I rewarded you, big brother?” She said, her hands slowly stroking it.

“Y-Yes,” I said, gasping as her other hand moved up to cup my ball sack.

“Good, you and I both are going to love this.” Jennifer said.

She pulled me over to her bed and laid me down and got in between my legs, which were hanging off of the edge of the bed. She took a deep breath and moved her mouth to the base of my cock and stuck out her tongue. She ran her tongue up the shaft and around the head and back down. I felt a tingle run up my spine. She did this several times and then she readied herself and brought my dick head up to her lips and put my dick head into her mouth her tongue danced around and licked every inch of my member as she shoved more and more of me into her warm, wet mouth.

She sped up the pace again and again until I was near the limit of blowing my load in my sister’s mouth.

“Jesus, stop, I don’t want to go yet,” She kept going. I got up and picked her up and threw her on the bed.

“Ooh, come on, I was almost done with you, let me finish. This is supposed to be your reward.” She said, smiling at me as I tossed my pants off to the side.

“I don’t need one, I enjoyed myself just as much as you; now lie down, I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw you.” I said.

I moved my hands to her waist and kissed a trail up her legs to her tight red thong where I could almost feel the wetness in the air around her beautiful snatch. I moved my hands down to her hips and pulled her underwear down below her ankles and tossed them next to my jeans. I saw her beautiful shaved pussy for the first time; I moved closer and ran my tongue up and down her labia. I moved her pussy lips apart and buried my tongue deep into her delicious cunt wiggling it as much as possible, she grabbed my head and the pillow beurette tour porno to her left in pleasure. I pulled my tongue out and circled it around her clit and made her moan loudly. Moved my fingers up to her pussy and shoved two of them inside of her while I licked her soaking wet clitoris dry.

After two and a half minutes of this, she couldn’t take it; she came her delicious juices all over my hand and tongue in one violent screaming orgasm.

“Oh… My… God, did they teach you that in the Marines? Because that was amazing,” She said between gasps as she was coming down from her orgasm, “So how does it feel, knowing that you gave your baby sister her first orgasm?”

“Completely and totally amazing; but nowhere near as good as when I pop my baby sister’s cherry. Would you like that, little sister?” I asked as I felt her chest as much as I could through her bra.

“Oh wow, you just gave me chills, here, let me help you.” She sat up slightly and removed her bra, showing the best tits I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help but move forward and suck on her precious globes and feel them with both hands.

“Come on, I want to feel your cock inside me,” She said as I was kissing her tits and collar bone.

“Alright, I’m just warning you, this is going to hurt pretty badly, squeeze me tight if you need to deal with the pain. But don’t worry, it’ll feel really good after that.” I whispered in her ear as I pulled her close to me.

“Alright, *gulp,* go ahead.” She said shakily.

I grabbed my dick and moved it towards my little sister’s virgin pussy; all rational thoughts gone from my mind. I touched the head of my dick with the lips of her pussy and she shuddered in ecstasy. I moved her lips apart and immediately felt resistance. ‘Here goes nothing,’ I thought. And I pushed my dick passed her cherry; I could feel the warm rush of blood around my dick. My sister whimpered slightly beneath me and grabbed my shoulder blades in pain.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” I asked her quietly.

“Hell no, I didn’t feel that for you just to back out.” She said, opening her eyes and letting the tears fall out while she forced a smile.

I moved my dick into her tight pussy, spreading her insides for the first time, she moaned from this. I got my dick all the way in and I said, “Honey it’s all the way in, you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, this actually feels pretty good, go ahead. But be gentle first.” She said nervously.

I moved my dick out and pushed it back in, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, I did it very slowly at first and then started to pick up the pace. After several minutes, I was up to a furious beat, pounding my meat deeper into my sister’s cunt. She was moaning every time I pushed my throbbing cock into her again and again; I could tell she was nearing her orgasm, as was I.

I leaned forward and sucked on her bouncing tits as I fucked her steaming hot pussy. They looked so hot that I had to pick her up and pull her close to me; we were both sitting on the bed, her tits bouncing in my face. She started to shake as her orgasm started taking her over, she let out a huge moan and pulled my face into her mounds. That did it for me, and I came, I came hard and fast. It filled up my sister’s pussy and gushed out the entrance and back onto my dick. We both collapsed on the bed and I fell asleep, my dick still inside her.

I woke up the next morning to her rocking herself on my eight inch cock to make herself cum again, she was in a cowgirl position and she was feeling her own tits. I woke up with a smile on my face and I started to feel her tits as she rocked back and forth, moaning as she moved. Several minutes later, she came. I still had much more time to go before I would. She knew this and got out and started to suck my cock.

“How does it taste? Your own pussy juices in your mouth? You love it don’t you, little sis?” I asked her, moving her black hair out of her eyes. She was looking up at me. She responded with a sexy grunt and a nod, without removing my cock from her mouth.

Several minutes later I was just moments away from cumming. “Oh god, baby, this feels so good. I’m going to cum soon.” She got up and got down on her knees on the floor pulled me towards her. I stood up and shoved my dick in her mouth. I grabbed her face and pushed it down to my pubic bone and back out again, forcing her to deepthroat, I did this for a few moments and I was seconds away from cumming again. I stopped for a second and just put one hand on the top of her head and pushed that down to my pubic bone, my spine shuttered as I came a gob of gooey cum down my sister’s throat, then pulled out and proceeded to jerk the rest of it onto her beautiful face.

We at least once every day the two weeks I was home on leave, she made sure I was going back to the Marine Corps really tired.

Two months later, I was calling home.

“Hey mom, how’re you and Jen?” I asked.

“Oh good, your sister caught some sort of bug or something, she’s been throwing up a lot.”

“That really sucks, what about you, are you okay?” I asked

“Oh, I’m fine dear. Listen, Jen says she wants to talk to you.”

“James, you there?” Jen’s voice came through the receiver.

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Author’s note:

Please read ‘Sister Needs Me’ for the first part in this story.

*

I went back to my room and slumped on my bed, dropping my clothes on the ground as I lay on my back, naked. I couldn’t believe my luck. I stared at the ceiling for ages, thinking about the amount of joy that I could and will be having with Hannah. Being exhausted on one hand, and recklessly plotting my next encounter with my hot sister. I eventually found rest.

I woke on Sunday morning to the sound of my parents hassling Nathan to get out of bed and ready for church. Nathan would consistently use the ‘but Andy (that’s me) and Hannah don’t have to go’ excuse, knowing how much we enjoyed not having to go, but to no avail — he was going. I heard my mum heading toward my bedroom. She knocked and opened, telling me she and the other two would be going to church and lunch at the minister’s house after. I made some noise in acknowledgement and they left.

I decided I’d get up now that I was awake. I put some briefs on and hobbled into the kitchen to see what I could scavenge for breakfast. As I was halfway into eating what I’d served myself, I heard footsteps coming from behind. It was Hannah, of course, and I looked back at her, and we exchanged devilish grins and ‘good mornings’. I turned back round on the couch to finish my cereal, and not long after, I felt Han hug me from behind, and could feel her braless breasts melt into my back through her white singlet. I’d never really seen her this undressed around the house, but I can only assume last night was a catalyst for her doing so now. I leant my head back and gave her an upside down kiss. Hannah then walked over to get some breakfast of her own, and I used the opportunity to scan her more. Her breasts were large enough to stretch the arm hole of her singlet so that I could fully see her naked side boob bobble slightly as she walked away. Her underhalf was clad only in cotton panties, which I could only barely see, because her singlet ran down to just past her hips.

My cock began to twitch in my briefs, and this sent signals to my brain that said ‘you two are alone. START FUCKING ASAP!’ much of my conscience was telling me this also, and I got up and walked over to Hannah as she served herself at the counter. I pressed myself and my ‘semi’ against her, and roamed my hands under her singlet around her waist and pulled her back into me. I was dying to be with her right now. I wished I knew what she was thinking. She then stuck her butt out further and ground it into my slowly stiffening penis.

I reminded Hannah of what I thought she already knew; that we were alone for the big ass porno next 4 or so hours. She must have taken the hint that it meant ‘time to get busy’ because she turned around and slid her hands down the back of my briefs, grabbed my ass cheeks, and searched for my lips with hers. I met them with my own, and my hands resumed their wandering around her abdomen. She quickened her movements, signalling her intention to get freaky some more, and quickly pulled her hands out of my boxers and whipped her singlet off. She then put her arms around my neck, and with some gestures, pulled herself up so her legs wrapped around my waist, and her breasts danced with my chest as we continued progressively frantically kissing.

By this stage my cock had burst through the hole in my briefs, with its head spasmodically flying around her panty clad mound, occasionally swiping her slit. This caused Hannah to elicit a number of short moans, which I hadn’t been privy to last night, at least with the unrestrained noise police of my family. That I knew how I was making her feel, and that she wanted me just as much as I did her, was unmatchably arousing, and I joined with her in making noises according to the flurries of pleasure we shared. I was holding her light frame with my hands squeezing and holding her butt cheeks. With her hands still around my neck, Han would occasionally lean back, causing her lower half to pivot down onto my steely pride. We began to gather a rhythm, mainly through me lifting and lowering her entire body.

On the lift, her nipples grazed my chest, and she gained momentum to fall down onto my cock. I supported her weight with one arm, while the other yanked off my obsolete briefs, before resuming this movement. It caused our kiss to be apprehended, but we focussed on the movements and connections of our bodies. One of my hands ventured off her ass and toward her sweet cavity, and discovered its inherent wetness. I held her stationary for a moment as I grabbed my cock’s base and rapidly strummed the head back and forth over her clearly swollen lips. With this, Han made a myriad of noises that told me that felt good.

My arms were getting a bit tired, so I carried her over to the nearby lounge room, and placed her down on a couch, and with the same movement, peeled her panties off. We were both completely naked now, and we both spent some time catching our breaths. We looked at each other, abandoning whatever prejudices might be thrown at us, and smiled at each other.

I had been with 2 virgins before, and both times, I don’t think they were mature or mentally ready for it. But I knew that Hannah was ready. big tits porno I could read the lust in her eyes, and knew her boyfriend wasn’t the guy to do it for her.

“Are you ready, baby,” I inquired.

“Yeeessss! Let’s gooooo.”

I spread her legs some, as she had them dangling in the air.

I then assured her that I wouldn’t cum inside her, and that the small chance of us conceiving was very small. Of course I knew this was BS, but I was condomless, and nothing was going to stop me from burying my meat in the kennel.

She uncertainly approved, and I aimed my penis at her entrance. I teased her by flapping the head of my dick up, down, left and right for some time. This also served the purpose of concealing my first push into her, which she might otherwise close her front door.

She screamed, “Aaaaah! Aaa..a..a.a…Oooow.”

I stayed silent as I focussed on entering her without hurting her too much.

Hannah instinctively tried to push me away from the sharpness of the pain, but I pushed inside her again. She responded similarly, but this time with a hint of ‘ooo…ok…I see.’

She was wet enough for me to perform a few faster ins and outs, and as quick as that, Han was moaning softly, “Yessss…mmm…oooOOooommm.”

I had managed to invade 3 or 4 inches into her, and I was definitely going to settle here.

I continued pumping the 3 or 4 inches I had at that stage while leaning forward and playing with her nipples. They grew desperately hard within seconds and seemed to raise the intensity of her pleasure.

I, meanwhile, was so swept up with taking my sister’s virginity, and was lost in pleasure, as half my cock was being massaged by this silky vice that was progressively allowing it to glide further in. I gained so much joy from seeing the relief and release on my little sister’s face, and her moaning beckoned me into her further. In continued flickering around her nipples, as I leaned further forward still, to kiss her upper nape, just below her ear.

“AHH…Ooooo my Goddddddddddd! Yes yes yesssssss!” She wrenched out of her lungs.

I was getting in deeper, about 5 or 6 inches now, as I moved my mouth up to her ear, and played with it with my teeth as I continued pumping in and out. Normally I would have come by now, but last night’s episode helped me prevent blowing.

“FUCK YES!” I shouted.

Hannah had stopped moaning, and was instead breathing heavily and in staggers. As I would enter her deeply, her breath would release heavily, and as I pulled out, she would take a massive breath.

I pulled out of her, and got her to kneel on blacked porno the couch, facing away from me, so we could doggy for a bit. I knew I was getting dangerously close to cumming, and as good as this felt, I couldn’t stand the tension much longer. I needed to soon cum all over my baby sister, and doggy was the way to do it.

As Han obediently succumbed to her knees, she knew how to work her body, and stuck her amazing buns out at me as her lower back arched downwards. I couldn’t wait to begin pounding my cock in that hole which was now leaking fluids down her leg.

I wasted no more time before having to work my cock back in her tight pussy. Her wetness made it much easier to work my way in, and before long, I had almost all 9″ of me sliding in and out of her pussy, as Hannah now pushed back on my cock as I slammed into her. Her hair was splayed over her smooth back as she tilted her head back in ecstasy. I was forcing myself into her hard now, and while she continued moving back in rhythm with me, my forward thrusts jolted her forward on the couch. We were working ourselves up a lot.

“I love you, Han.”

“Uh…uh…uh.” In a high pitched nausea, “I…uh…uggghhh…uh…love you too…ooooh!”

Her body would every now and then buckle from one of many orgasms. I could see in front of me how much this was taking out of her. She was looking spent, as I was becoming.

I slammed my cock in hard through her vice 6 or 7 more times, before feeling like exploding. My balls would slap against her legs as they swung with the movement. I neglectfully pulled out of her and whispered quickly, “Babe… I’m… cumming.”

She quickly rolled over and sat on the couch facing me as if to watch the show. I shuffled forward, to make sure I didn’t get near her pussy, and aimed toward her face and let go.

“AAAaahhh, yeh! Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. Oh, fuck. Shit. O my fucking God. FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK,” were the words that commentated the 8 or 9 spurts that pasted Han’s face, neck and breasts.

The emotional and physical climax released all that had been pent in my thoughts last night, and I knew this was right. She was breathing heavily, and I could tell there must be some anxiety within her, yet her persistence and beckoning of us being together made me know that we were ok together.

Han tried to clean some of my liquid off her face with her tongue, but eventually decided she would use the shower’s liquid instead. I watched her walk away, with her proud ass swaying. She looked back and me and pouted me a kiss, which I smiled at as I leant back with my hands supporting my head.

“What would my parents think of this,” ran through my mind.

I could only think that we would be disowned and be forced to live in remote and rural place where no one would know we were siblings.

It would really only be a matter of time before my parents did find out.

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It had been about a year since Jenn had seen her sister and brother-in-law, Jill and Ron. The sisters lived in different states, so Jenn decided to go and stay for a week and catch up on the latest. They had been very close growing up.

Jenn arrived early on a Friday afternoon, which was nice because it would give the two of them a chance to have some girl time before Ron got home from work. Jill showed Jenn to her room, which is right beside hers and Ron’s. She sat on the bed so they could talk while Jenn unpacked.

Jill said, “You’re still beautiful as ever, you and your perfect little body.”

Jenn laughed and replied, “Thanks, you’re pretty hot stuff, yourself. I see married life is still agreeing with you. How’s Ron doing? You got yourself a hunk of man there.” She could see Jill grinning with appreciation of that fact, and that Jenn showed admiration for her husband.

“He’s doing fine; he’ll be home in a few hours.”

“He always did get my juices flowing.” Jenn confessed.

They both laughed when Jill said, “Jenn, you can stop drooling when you’re thinking of my husband.”

“I can’t help it, especially right now; I’m so horny, and I really have the taste for a nice big cock.”

Jill picked up a little overnight bag Jenn had brought, and being nosy like sisters are, she opened it up to find a couple of dildos and some personal lubricant. “Oh-ho, Jenn! What do we have here, young lady?” She grinned at her younger sister as she held up one of the vibrators.

Jenn looked around at her to see what she was talking about, but didn’t even look rattled when she saw her sister waving around one of her toys.

Jenn grabbed it out of Jill’s hand and said rather facetiously, “Don’t leave home with out it,” as she put it back in her bag.

Jill said, “Wow, you’re awful calm about it; I’d be embarrassed if anyone found something like that on me.”

“Why? It’s part of life; I think every woman has at least one.”

“I don’t!” Jill exclaimed.

“What, you mean to tell me you don’t have a dildo or vibrator?” Jenn asked.

“No, I don’t.” Jill explained as she rubbed her hands on her lap as if trying to wipe off a bad taboo. Still looking down she went on to say, “I sometimes think I would like to try it, but I’m too embarrassed to go into one of those shops to buy one.”

Jenn sat down and hugged her precious, naive sister. “Oh, come on, Jill! Welcome to the 21st century! You can go online and shop in the privacy of your home and buy anything you want. I’ll show you some good websites.”

Jill still looked a little reluctant, but also a little excited when she agreed. “Ok, that’ll be fun.”

Jenn had a brilliant thought, and said, “I know! I’ll loan you one of my sex toys if you loan me yours.”

Jill was confused, and said “I told you I don’t have one.” Then she looked at Jenn who was smiling at her mischievously, and was shocked. “You don’t mean Ron, do you?”

Jenn said, “Well, yeah, why not? I’m not going to take him from you; we’ll just look at it as swapping partners, for a little fun.”

Jill reached back in Jenn’s bag and pulled out the toy that looked like a real cock and told her, “Here girl, I think you need this.”

Jenn, feeling she had a chance at this, took the hand that Jill was holding the toy in, and pushed it into her lap and said, “No, I’m serious. I need a man so bad. Think about this, you have him come in here tonight and give me what I need and you can be in your bed having the time of your life with my genuine life-like vibrating cock.”

Jill scoffed, “I can’t believe I’m even considering this, but I’m getting wet just thinking about using your toy. I always wanted to try one.”

“Oh, you’ll love it; some of the best orgasms I ever had… I gave myself with that.” Jenn was excited that her sister was even considering her proposal. “Do you think Ron will go along with it?”

“Are you kidding? I think its funny how he’s always looking at your ass when he thinks I’m not looking. He would jump at the chance to get in bed with you. I can’t wait to see his reaction when I tell him you want him. You know its weird, I didn’t know I’d feel this way, but I’m getting aroused thinking about you two together.”

Jenn thrilled at the thought of her proposal being accepted asks, “It sounds like you’re giving your permission! So, it’s a deal?”

“Alright, but don’t you say anything to him about it. I’ll be the one to tell him. We’ll wait until we go to bed, then I’ll ask him.”

Jenn hummed with excitement. “I’m so happy you’re doing this for me! I can’t wait until tonight. Now let me tell you the best way to masturbate with this. Take this gel and put some on your finger first and swirl it around your clit and play with it for awhile; then put some on the toy then turn it on and have some fun.”

“Ok, we have a tricky masseur porno plan so now lets go downstairs and fix some supper and try to act normal when Ron gets home.”

Ron came home from work and he was happy to see Jenn there; they gave each other a polite hug and peck on the cheek. The two of them sat around and talked while Jill finished supper and got it on the table. Jenn made sure she didn’t tell him anything of the delicious plan they had for a night of pleasure. Ron did notice that she seemed a little more flirty than usual and that she was looking at his crotch a lot, which aroused him and gave her more to look at.

Jill called them to the table to eat. They sat at their regular spots at each end of the table, while Jenn sat on the side. While sitting there talking and eating Jenn couldn’t help her self and started rubbing her bare foot on his leg, to his surprise. Eventually her foot made it up to his crotch and he could feel her toes rubbing the head of his dick, which was quickly getting bigger. Afraid his wife would see what was going on, he scooted his chair back a little and put a stop to her exploring.

After they ate they all went in the living room and talked for awhile; sooner than he normally would, he said he was going to take a shower and get ready for bed. Jenn had him so worked up he couldn’t wait to get his wife in bed and take his lustful urges out on her.

After he left the room Jenn said, “Man, I’m getting so wet! I need to suck his cock so bad. I’m gonna get in bed and finger myself and wait for him to come in to me. Now, you’re still going through with this, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m still going to. I’m looking forward to playing with your toy. I’ll go get in bed and tell him soon as I get the nerve.”

Ron finished his shower and went into his bedroom. He was aroused even more to see his wife lying in bed naked. He took his robe off revealing his semi-hard cock. He lay down and they started kissing; she took hold of his cock and began stroking it. She couldn’t resist the urge and bent down and started sucking it, to his delight. Then she thought, ‘Poor Jenn’s over there horny and waiting to be ravaged by this big cock.’ She didn’t mind sharing him with her sister; in fact the thought of him screwing her sister was getting her more aroused.

So she crawled back up to her husband’s embrace; he was ready to roll her on her back and screw the hell out of her while thinking about her sister. She stopped him and said, “I have something to ask you.” Her heart pounded with anticipation.

“What?” He was concerned about what could be so important that she had to ask now.

She said, “Jenn and I were talking today, and she said how she really needed a man to take care of her, you know, sexually; she asked if I could send you over to do the job.” She waited to hear his response.

“What? What did you tell her?”

“I told her ok,” she admitted sheepishly.

“I’m amazed that you two contrived this scheme and that you’re ok with it.” He told her.

She explained, “I love you and I love Jenn, and I know both of you love me so I don’t see anything wrong with this; we’re consenting adults. You can go over there now, she’s waiting.”

After giving his wife a long passionate kiss he said, “I love you honey, and I know what your saying, and trust me, I’ll never let this affect our relationship.” He stood up with a slight grin on his face and said, “Well if I have to, I guess I’ll go do it.”

She laughed while trying to swat his bare ass, but he dodged her swing, and she said, “Oh get out of here, I know you’ll enjoy it.”

He leaned down and kissed her, and told her “Nobody can be as good as you,” as he left the room.

Jill slid her hand down and started rubbing her waiting mound; it felt so good. She had looked forward to this moment all day, eager to pleasure herself, so she reached over to her nightstand drawer and got out the gel. She put some on her finger and started swirling it around her clit like her sister said and it felt so damn good. Her heart was beating hard with excitement and in anticipation of using a vibrator on herself for the first time. She picked it up and put some gel on the tip then turned it on; she could hear the quiet hum as she put it against her eager pussy.

At first it felt cold, not at all like her husband’s warm dick, but the vibration felt so different and overwhelmingly good. She rubbed it on her clit and once in awhile would push it way inside herself. Her body quaked with pleasure and she thought, ‘this feels so good, I’m gonna get me one of these and use it everyday.’

Meanwhile, Ron entered Jenn’s room to find her lying on her bed on top of the covers with just her panties on.

She smiled, “Hi. I see Jill told you our plan.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I couldn’t türbanlı porno believe it! I’ve fantasized about you for a long time.” He lay down alongside her, planning on kissing for awhile, but she immediately went down and started sucking his cock like she was starving for it. She could taste the musk of man that she had been longing for. He was surprised at her roughness and the eagerness with which she was devouring him. He enjoyed the feeling of getting sucked by someone other than his wife.

She stopped long enough to say, “I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long time. I want you to cum in my mouth so I can swallow it.” He easily pulled her small body around to the 69 position and began kissing her panty covered pussy, and she moaned at the sensation as she continued sucking the hell out of his very hard cock.

She was a little shocked, but turned on at his animalism when he ripped her little skimpy panties off and discarded them to the floor like trash, which they now were, and parted the lips of her pussy with his tongue. As he licked the length of her crack, she squealed with delight. He relished the splendid sweet taste of a woman as he licked and sucked her clit.

She felt him getting bigger and harder, as she felt her own fabulous feeling of an orgasm coming on. She was thinking, ‘Yeah, come on and shoot your delicious cum in my mouth.’

Suddenly, as if he’d heard her, she felt the wonderful feeling of warm cream shooting in her mouth and running down her throat as she climaxed to his magical mouth. She swallowed and kept sucking, enjoying the taste she had been wanting for so long. They pleasured each other with their mouths until they felt each others bodies stop quaking.

She lay back up beside him and melted into his strong embrace, both recovering from a stupendous orgasm, and then they heard a faint but passionate moan.

She just smiled but he raised his head up and said, “What the hell was that?”

She laughed and told him “That is your wife; she just discovered the wondrous feeling of giving herself an orgasm while masturbating with a vibrating dildo.”

“Oh, so that’s what she’s doing while I’m over here with you.”

She moved her hand down across his muscular chest to his stomach and asked, “Do you mind?”

“No, I’ll cherish this moment forever.” He pulled her naked body to his and kissed her while feeling her firm well shaped ass. She liked the feel of being held by a man.

He sighed and put some space between them. “I guess I better go back to my bed.”

She said, “Oh, no you don’t, buster! I’m not finished with you yet. I’m gonna get you hard again and ride you like the pony I had when I was young.”

She reached down and took a hold of his soft cock and started squeezing and stroking it. She could feel it starting to grow, so she pushed him to his back and went down on him again; she sucked it and could feel it getting bigger in her mouth.

When he was stiff again, she crawled onto his lap, and sat on him. She centered her pussy on top of his cock and began rubbing back and forth on it. He reached up to play with her beautiful tits, rubbing and pinching her nipples. He got harder as he felt her warm juicy cunt lips sliding up and down the length of his cock.

She moaned and said, “This feels so good, it really does remind me of the first time I had an orgasm. I was twelve and it happened while I was riding my pony. My dad was leading the pony around the yard and I was riding it bareback. Its backbone felt good rubbing against me, though I didn’t know why it felt so good; then all of a sudden my body was riddled with waves of sensation. I leaned forward and must have made a sound because Dad stopped the pony and asked if I’d enjoyed that. He then kissed me on the lips, at first I thought he was talking about the pony ride but later I realized he knew what was happening to me.”

She rose up and slid his giant hard cock inside her; she rode it back down until she was sitting back on him, making a loud moaning sound as he fully entered her, filling her cunt completely. She had her eyes closed while she rode him up and down, back and forth. She began going faster and faster getting louder, then she laid down on him and cried out, “Oh daddy, oh daddy!” as she had a spectacular orgasm.

Ron hugged her and rubbed her back thinking, ‘what’s with the “oh daddy” remark? Either she has a daddy thing going or I just acquired a new nick name.’ Curiously he asks, “So you liked riding your pony?”

“Yeah, after that day I rode it a lot.”

“Did your Dad ever… you know try anything with you?”

She quickly replied, “Oh no, I just remember looking at him, watching me while I was getting off and it still excites me. I did notice that after my pony ride the bulge in his pants was bigger and he would always go to his bedroom türk porno for awhile afterwards. I think I know what he was doing now.”

They lay like that for a while as she enjoyed the moment; then he rolled her over and speared her with his cock. To her enjoyment, he started fucking her hard and almost violently. He went long and deep; so long that her pussy was getting a little dryer which made it feel tighter to him. This, in turn, made him get harder with excitement. He pushed her knees up towards her chest to have full access to her womanhood. The sensation of his big cock, stretching her pussy and his sack slapping against her ass, made him explode inside her, pushing Jenn into another orgasm.

Jill became aroused again listening to her husband obviously screwing the hell out of her little sister, and thought of how she would like to watch him do it. With these salacious thoughts in mind, she gave her self another orgasm with her new found friend.

Ron went to his bedroom planning on taking another shower before returning to bed with his generous wife.

She said, “Come here, honey. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, and I want to thank you for letting me do that, and for being so open about this.”

She took his hand and pulled him into the bed. She pushed her naked body against his, feeling his still wet semi hard cock against her pussy. She hungered to suck him, curious about tasting another woman on his cock. She slid down his body, and could smell Jenn’s pussy on it. She then licked it, imagining she was licking her sister’s pussy.

Ron was extremely turned on by Jill licking her sister’s pussy juice off of his cock. She then sucked it into her mouth to get all of fading musky-sweet taste off of it. Returning back up to his mouth she kissed him and said, “Go see if Jenn wants to sleep in here with us tonight.”

Ron liked where this was headed, so he scrambled out of bed to retrieve Jenn. He soon returned leading her naked bewildered looking little sister by the hand and had her lay down in bed between them.

He started kissing her while his wife watched, then she gently started caressing her little sisters belly, not knowing for sure how Jenn would feel about her advances. Jenn didn’t seem to mind, so Jill leaned down and sucked one of her nipples in to her hot mouth. Jenn liked her big sister’s soft touch.

Then Jill reached her hand down and rubbed her fingers inside her sister’s pussy, quickly finding her clit and gently playing with it. Jenn was stimulated by the softness of a woman’s touch; it was so different from the roughness of a man’s strong hands. Jill’s mouth and skin were so soft, not like the bristly feel of whiskers and coarse weathered skin of most men.

Jenn loved the feel of a man but this was a wonderful new experience and she wanted more of it. Jenn grabbed onto Ron’s hard cock to jack him off as he still kissed her. Jill began kissing her way down to her little sister’s juicy pussy. Jenn was reeling with the thought of getting licked by a woman, let alone her sister. She had only been with men before.

Jill lay between Jenn’s legs and began kissing around her nicely trimmed pussy. Jenn discovered new heightened senses as she felt her sister’s soft face and mouth kissing her there and Jill’s hands warm on her breasts. Jenn loved feeling Jill’s hard nipples on her thighs.

Jenn turned her head to stop kissing Ron so that she could gasp in some air as she felt her sister’s tongue enter her. Jill was discovering new pleasure herself; the smell, the taste, the silky feel of eating a nice young pussy. She liked the combined taste of her sister and her husbands cum.

Then Jill felt her husband pulling her hips up with rough hands as he got on his knees behind her. She was overwhelmed as he thrust his hard cock in her pussy. She liked the feel of her husband in her; especially knowing she’s licking the pussy he just came in. He pumped it hard and fast.

Jenn was even more turned on watching her sister getting fucked from behind, watching the muscles in Ron’s broad shoulders and strong arms flexing as he pulled on his wife’s hips. Ron was in heaven feeling her impressive pussy wrapped around his hefty dick, watching her eat her cute little sister. Jenn look so good laying there naked clutching and pulling at the sheet in reaction to the tongue lapping she was getting. He slid his long shaft out of its juicy hole to voyage into another; Jill could feel his warm large head pushing on her asshole.

She felt a little pain as he first entered her, but it soon turned to pure pleasure as he pushed it fully in and pulled back with long strokes, letting her feel every ridge and bump on his massive cock. She felt his hot semen pump into her ass about the same time her sister was climaxing to the feel of her tongue. She loved the thought of satisfying two people at the same time.

Jill’s little sister said, “I want to lick you now; I want to experience what you just did, to know what it’s like. You’re turning me into a bad girl.”

Then she laughed. “Just think: this is my first night here – we have all week to have lots of fun!”

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I was now 22 and had just finished college. My sister was 24 and had been living in New York for the three years since she graduated from college. I decided to move to New York to take a well paying job and my sister offered to show me the city and help me get moved in and settled. She suggested I stay at her apartment until I found one for myself. I quickly accepted because this would give me the opportunity to live with her once again and get a chance at being close to her.

My sister is about 5’4″ with a very sexy body that has had me dreaming about fucking her ever since I can remember getting a hard on. She knows she is sexy and knows how to dress to accentuate he curves, ass, and breast. When she picked me up from the airport I immediately got hard just thinking about fucking her and making her my cum slut. Alas, I knew that the chances of that happening were slim but I knew that while I was living with her I would at least get to get to see some skin.

The first night we were there she offered to take me into town and show me some of the hottest spots since I was always the party type. I suggested we get some drinks before going out clubbing because I always felt happier going clubbing with a couple of drinks under my belt. My sister was one to never say no to a couple of beers. We began to drink at about 9 in hopes of leaving at around 10 to make it to a club before 11. She was all dressed up for clubbing by nine. She was wearing a beautiful black skirt that came down to slightly above her knees, not very short, but very sexy. She anime porno was wearing clack heels and a sexy spaghetti strap top. It was very upscale club attire that showed she was sophisticated but young, sexy, and ready to party.

We decided to catch up while we drank and just talked away. The beers kept coming and after I had about six I realized that she had had about five already (in less that 40 minutes). For me that rate of drinking was not big deal, being a frat guy and all, but I knew that my sister could not drink like that and she was probably already getting drunk. Looking at her across the couch with her legs crossed and some thigh showing had kept me hard all night long. I decided I was going to do all I could to have her tonight.

We kept drinking and by the time it was time to leave we decided to stay home and keep drinking since we were having such a great time chatting. We slowed our drinking a bit but by eleven my sister was pretty drunk and could no longer walk. I went to use the restroom and when I came out I saw her passed out in the couch. I tired to wake her up but she would not even twitch. As I saw her in passed out in the couch I felt an unexplainable desire creep up my body and immediately turn my dick rock hard. I realized that she was knocked out and that I could probably caress touch her as I pleased without waking her.

My first thought was to move her to her bed so that I could be more comfortable. In moving her she did not even make a noise – I knew she would not wake. I laid her in her bed asyalı porno and made myself comfortable next to her. I took her shoes off and slowly caressed her legs and made my way up to her thighs. This was just killing me. I slowly hiked her skirt up and got my hands even closer to her cunt. I wanted to expose her pussy but I was a bit afraid of her waking up. I kept trying to wake her but she was still unresponsive. I hiked her entire skirt and revealed a black, sexy thong she was wearing.

I moved her thong to the side to expose her pussy and saw that it was freshly shaven. By this time I wanted to fuck her so bad that my hands were trembling. I decide to remover her top and her bra. I meant that I had to move her a lot but I felt that she was passed out enough to not notice. Her breasts were as beautiful as I had imagined. I licked her nipples for a minute. At that point I knew that I had already gone too far and that I might as well go all the way. If she woke up I would play it off as if I was super drunk and had no idea what I was doing.

I removed her thong and left her skirt on. There’s something about fucking a girl while she has her skirt on that’s always made it a favorite of mine. I caressed her pussy for a bit and licked her pussy. I could smell and taste her juices so I knew that, at least subconsciously, she was getting aroused. I took my clothes off and put one of her hands on my cock. Her hand was so soft that I could have just jacked myself off with her hands and I still would have been a great time. At the same backroom casting porno time I began to play with her pussy and suck her tits. I could feel moisture building up in her pussy and I could not wait anymore.

I positioned myself on top of her and slowly began to put my dick in her pussy. As I began to penetrate her, she began to moan quietly. I took my time in putting my dick in her pussy because I did not want it to be too dry or else she would get hurt and it would me much easier for her to know what happened when she wakes. Once I felt my dick was slick enough I began to increase my pace. Soon I was fucking her without a worry and what made it even more fun was that she was moaning. She probably though she was fucking a boyfriend. She had one of the tightest pussies I had ever had and I could not wait to cum. After a few unforgettable minutes I finally unloaded insider he pussy and fell on top of her. BEST FUCK EVER!

I rolled off her and lay next to her for a while. I was going to get up, get dressed, get her dressed and go drink some more, but apparently traveling and the time zone change got to me and I passed out next to her. The next thing I remember is waking up in the morning and having my boxers on still on her bed. She came and says, “Good morning bro. How’s the hangover? We drank sooo much last night?” I was frozen with fear that she was going to kill me cause she obviously knew what happened last night since I was laying with her in bed, both of us naked. I was not hangover at all because I didn’t even get that drunk, but I told her that my head hurt and that I couldn’t even remember falling asleep. She told me that she had fun, but she gave me a look of “I want to eat you” and then licked her lips. She said, “Let’s drink again tonight. We have lots more to catch up on…”

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Sister is Caught Let me start off by saying that what I did might be considered wrong by some people, but we didn’t care at all and we still don’t. If you do, you probably shouldn’t be reading this.

I had just graduated college, and being an English major, I didn’t have many options in the job market. So, naturally, I became a “boomerang child” and moved back home. Being unemployed gave me plenty of time and I ended up working out in the garage more often than not. After a few months, I was developing a fit, muscular physique that went well with my six-foot frame. These traits, combined with the coppery red hair that occasionally pops up in our family and my bright green eyes, had let me enjoy a few flings since I’d been home with women who shared my aversion to relationships. Naturally this led to some good-natured ribbing from my mother and the one sister who was still living at home. Of course, I ribbed right back because my mother is a fine figure of a woman at forty and my sister Marley…well, what can I say about my sister? She was 18 at the time, a senior in high school, and while she wasn’t precisely a model, she had boys hanging by her fingertips (at least until I let them know what a hazardous place that was to hang from). Now, when I say “not a model”, don’t misunderstand. She was and is very attractive, about five feet five inches, with gray-blue eyes, honey blond hair, luscious hips, small well-formed B-cups and an extremely firm, sizable ass. As a matter of fact, it was that very ass that was to be my downfall. That same attractive, sizable ass would eventually turn me into the delightfully twisted person I am today. But at the time, I was still living a fairly normal life as an unemployed writer-slash-fitness nut in my parents’ house.

I had just walked into the house after a workout and I naturally headed straight to the fridge to mix up a protein shake, when I heard a small, thin sob from the next room. I headed into the living room of our house and discovered my sister sitting on the couch, quietly sobbing. As the big brother/protector figure, I figured it was my duty to console her or at least talk to her about it.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting down beside her and placing a comforting hand on her back.

She sniffled as she replied “Nothing…it’s just that my boyfriend just left me. It’s not like we were happy or that I didn’t see it coming, he was getting all cold and distant and a little mean, hadn’t so much as touched me in months, but I just hate being alone. And then I started thinking about senior prom, how I was going to have to go all alone and then I started dwelling on how my prom night was ru…ru…ruined.”

Cue the floodgates as she flopped on to my shoulder and sobbed for a moment before recoiling from my sweat-covered t-shirt. I didn’t really know what to say because the truth was I’d always thought her boyfriend was a shit. So, I volunteered to take her to prom.

Her joy was overwhelming and instantly as she leapt into my arms, crying “Thank you, thank you Sam! You’re the sweetest brother in history! I’ll go tell Mom and Dad!”

Well, fuck, I thought. I hated prom, even when it was mine and this was probably going to be a shit-for-all.

I was right; prom was an exasperating mix of pictures, awkward high school children, more pictures, a stultifying dinner, shitty music and awkward dancing. Finally, it was over. We were in the car on the way back to the house from after-prom (an idiotic concept clearly meant to prevent the merry high-schoolers from merrily drinking and fucking the night away), and Morgan was reminiscing about the high points of the night to herself while I listened patiently with half an ear.

Then she said “You know, I really miss Aaron” and fell into a dejected silence, clearly expecting comfort of some sort from me.

The best I could come up with was a lame “He wasn’t good enough for you anyway”, a little note from the Big Book of Clichés for my little sister.

She sighed in a strange, exultant fashion and said “Yeah, maybe not, but I’m not really missing the emotional aspect of our relationship right now.” This took me quite off guard, as Marley was usually türkçe altyazı porno quite reticent about her love life, especially to me.

I caught myself asking her “What do you mean? Did you and Aaron fool around?”

“Well, that’s not what I meant exactly. He just had nice hands, that’s all. He talked me into going, well, you know, all the way a couple of times. It didn’t feel very nice and I didn’t let him do it often at all.”

Poor kid, I thought. What I said was “Well, you were too young for hooking up anyway. But I’m sorry you miss him. Don’t really want you to be sad, short stuff.”

She nodded to herself absently and gazed out the window into the night as the car rolled on. We didn’t speak again the entire ride home.

It was about two hours after we had returned from prom, about five a.m. and I had to piss. I levered myself up out of bed and padded to the shared bathroom on the “kids” side of the house.

After I finished in the john, I was trudging my way back to bed when I heard a whispered “Work, you stupid computer!” from the computer room adjacent to my bedroom. Curious, I stepped through the door to find a screen full of text flickering on, and my sister’s lovely bare ass spread for me to stare at in all its glory. She was fingering herself, bare-ass naked on all fours in front of a laptop with a “Literotica” banner across the screen. I watched in fascination as she frantically jammed two fingers into a sopping wet, delicately shaven pussy with a lovely arrow of golden fur pointing right to her engorged clit. This alone would have been enough to floor me, but what I saw next sent me over the edge. She laid her head down on the floor, eyes closed, and reached her other hand around to the swollen pink cuntal folds, caressing them and transferring the juices to her puckered little anus. Her first finger, lubricated by the glistening juices of her hot young snatch, slipped effortlessly into her ass and I gasped aloud.

My gasp was echoed by hers as she ripped her fingers out of her pussy and asshole, spun and sat on her heels.

Her cry of “Fuck! Oh God, oh no!” fell on deaf ears. Her nipples seemed on the point of bursting through the thin t-shirt she wore, and the small hand which covered her crotch only tantalized me with what it concealed.

I was left standing with a steel-hard boner (in paper thin boxers) and nothing to say to my little sister except “Shit!…uh…fuck…sorry!” followed immediately by a quick exit on my part. She simply sat in stunned silence after her initial outburst.

Now, before I go on, a quick word about my boner. I’m not one to brag or bullshit, so I’m not going to try and tell you I’m packing eleven inches of rock-hard man-meat so thick a woman’s hand won’t go around it. My dick is a respectable six and a half, and about an inch and a half in diameter, which I’ve been told is pleasantly thick and long enough to feel deep without hurting a girl. Enough said.

I ran immediately to my room and shut the door. I could hear Marley shutting down the laptop and sneaking back into her room, but that was of no concern to me. Little Sam was calling for attention and calling loud enough so that I couldn’t ignore him. It didn’t much matter to my cock that it was my sister’s pussy it wanted so badly, only that it needed satisfaction and needed it right the fuck now. I whipped down my boxers and started stroking myself furiously without bothering to lube. It wasn’t long before I could feel a truly massive cum building in my balls. I frantically aimed my dick at a towel on the floor and shot spurt after spurt of hot white jizz onto the towel. Exhausted, I fell into bed.

From then on, I couldn’t get the image of her gorgeous ass out of my head. In the shower, in my room, at dinner, I found myself sporting a massive erection wherever I went. It became a problem. More of a problem was the fact that Marley would no longer meet my eyes at the table and avoided conversation or even being in the same room with me. Our parents had spoken to her about it, but she simply dodged their well-intentioned but bumbling attempts to resolve the situation. I had tried to talk to vivid porno her about what happened several times, but she kept avoiding me. I finally just accepted that I had to let her work out what she was feeling on her own time. Three weeks went by without so much as a spare word between her and me. Little did I know, things were about to come to swift and pleasant resolution for all concerned and a few who weren’t…yet.

After three weeks of relative silence between my sister and me, the air was pretty thick around our house. My parents had planned to go on a second honeymoon of sorts for a few years, and it was almost time for them to leave. They were hesitant about leaving Marley with me during their two-week trip, but she convinced them to go without her anyway. This meant that we would be alone in the house for fourteen days, during which I was nominally in charge. I was expected to make sure she got to school on time, ate properly and generally maintain the house. “This is gonna suck” I thought to myself, not relishing the anticipated awkward silences and housework I would have to do alone. Regardless, I grit my teeth and got up early that Saturday to drive the family to the airport and see my parents off. On the car ride back to the house, Marley once again refused to acknowledge my attempts at starting a conversation, staring out the car window the entire trip in silence. I sighed softly in sadness and exasperation as we pulled into the driveway.

I made lunch for the two of us, which we ate in silence. We did the dishes in silence, watched the TV in silence, ordered and ate a pizza without a spare word to each other, and prepared to go to bed, all with a mutual feeling of tension and fear. I was reading in bed when a soft knock on my door surprised me.

“Come in” I said, feeling my heart leap for joy but keeping any sign of it out of my voice.

Marley opened the door, and walked through in a slow and timid fashion. She was dressed in a way that showed absolutely nothing: a baggy pair of sweats and a stained but loose shirt, with her hair in a ponytail.

In the quietest possible voice, she asked “Can I talk to you about something…well, a couple of somethings?”

I immediately put down the book I was reading, sat up and faced her. After so much silence, I was hesitant to say anything for fear it might cause her to withdraw again.

She sat on the floor, staring at my bookshelf and started to speak. “Sam, first I just want to say that I’m so sorry I’ve been avoiding you and not talking for so long. It’s just…I’ve been upset and embarrassed and ashamed about what happened…that night. Please, please, don’t think I’m a pervert or anything! It’s just that all that dancing and music at prom reminded of times when Aaron and I would go out and I got lonely. Then, I started to think about when we used to…make out and stuff and I got all warm and tingly and got carried away. I started playing with the computer, but all the movies and pictures I found were all nasty or cheesy or both. Then I found this site, Literotica, and it had stories with all kinds of stuff in them. I found a few I liked and I just got…carried away, that’s all. Is that really slutty of me?”

“Oh, no, of course not little bit! Everybody gets a little carried away now and then. But how come you didn’t talk to me for so long?”

“That’s part of the second thing I wanted to talk to you about. When you walked in, I got scared and upset of course, but something else happened. When I saw you there, just staring at my boobies and my little vajay-jay, you were all…hard. I’m not stupid, I know what that means. You liked watching me play with myself. But Sam, the thing is, it got me excited even more that you liked what you saw. That’s what really made me embarrassed and ashamed of myself. It’s really been bothering me this whole time and that’s why I haven’t said anything to you. I know you think that’s perverted and wrong, but I also know that you were hard too. Are we perverts?”

“No sis, I don’t think so. I think that we’re just two decently attractive people who saw each other in a very erotic situation.”

“Really? Cause there’s something woodman casting porno else I wanted to ask you.”

“Ask away, little bit. I’d do just about anything to make things good between us again.”

“Ok. Here comes the craziest, maybe most wrong thing I’ve said so far. When I was with Aaron, I didn’t like it very much and neither did he. I think it was because neither of us knew what we were doing, really. What I’ve wanted since he left was something like… I don’t know… a friend with benefits, an older guy who could make me feel good and teach me the ropes without the pressure of a committed relationship. Too bad we’re related, huh. Otherwise, you’d be perfect.”

“What do you mean, I’d be perfect?”

“Well, my type has always been green-eyed redheads who keep in shape, usually a few inches taller than me. You’re twenty-two, and I know you’ve been with some girls because they call for you sometimes. Oh no!”

“What is it? Are you ok?”

“I might have just started to fantasize a little in my head, but I stopped. I’ll stop. I just won’t think about that again from now on.”

“That’s not going to work and you know it. It’s like if someone tells you not to think about elephants for five minutes. All you can do is think about elephants.”

“I know! What should we do?” She looked crestfallen and a little disturbed.

“Well, you know your fantasy?”

“Yeah?”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

Her jaw dropped, her eyes glazed, and she said”What?”

“It doesn’t have to be a fantasy. I can teach you everything you’ll ever need to know about man-pleasing and how to treat a cock, plus what you should expect from a guy. And, we can’t be committed because we’re brother and sister.”

“I don’t know…”

“Tell you what. First lesson, I don’t touch you, you stay fully clothed. You want to go on, we can, if not, stop at any time.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad. What do I do?”

“Just what I tell you. Sit on the floor in front of me.”

Marley appeared to hesitate, and then sat down. I stood, revealing that I (as usual) was wearing only a thin pair of boxers to bed. I looked at her and said in a calm, reassuring tone “We’ll start with the basics. Hand me that towel over there, will you?”

She passed it to me with a questioning look. I put it on the floor and sat on it, with my legs spread. I looked her in the eye and remembered the image that might as well have been etched onto my eyelids: her fingers sawing away in both her holes, ass cheeks spread wide. As I felt my erection begin to rise, I began her first lesson. “OK Marley, I want you to look at my crotch. What you’ll see is a boner, or a hard-on, or a stiffy. Aka, erection. You know what that means?”

She nodded, blushing slightly and restraining a giggle.

“Good. Do you know what caused this erection?”

She shook her head, waiting for me to instruct her.

“I thought of what I saw you doing on prom night. A man can get an erection from anything that stimulates his mind sufficiently in a sexual way, from a memory to a blow job.”

Marley’s blush was now at supernova levels, but her gaze was bold, so I went on.

“When a man gets aroused or horny, he wants to get off. This means he wants to touch his cock or have it touched until he orgasms, or cums. If you do something arousing, expect your partner to try something with you if possible and sometimes even when it’s obviously impossible. Now I’m going to show you the most basic way to get a man to cum.” I proceeded to pull off my boxers and let my erect cock spring out. I wrapped my hand around it and fondled my balls with my other hand.

As I started to stroke my dick, I said “This is called wanking, beating off, jacking off, beating your meat, jerking off, and many other things. It’s masturbation, what you were doing that night. Notice how I’m going faster and faster, letting this clear stuff lubricate my skin and keeping friction on the bottom of the head of my dick with a firm grip? That’s what gets a man off and it’s the key to a good hand job. Oh, oh, I’m about to come! Get ready!”

I began to spasm, shooting thick gouts of semen onto the waiting towel. Marley was watching with glazed, but fascinated eyes and a hand down her sweats, flushed and exhilarated.

“So, do you want to have lesson two or do we stop now and never mention this again?” I asked.

She looked at me with shock and lust on her face and panted “Two please!”

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