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I had been divorced about two years and had my own place and things were going pretty well for me.I wasn’t seeing a lot of woman but I did not care I was happy.About four months ago my twenty seven year old daughter moved in she was going thru a divorce herself and her ex was being a jerk. She came to me because she gets along with her mom about as well as I do. I had no problem with it. I had a spare room and welcomed the company. She had a good jib worked a lot and if I remembered a great cook.It was nice to have her around. Her shitty relationship had taken a toll on her, I did not say that. She had put on a few pounds wasn’t really keeping up with her hair and really wasn’t wearing a lot of make up. I knew how she felt I went thou that period to in my divorce. First week she was there it was just a lot of catching up and getting use to living together again. It was bad but I liked having a woman around. Just bad cause it was my daughter. I also noticed she wasn’t escort that little skinny girl anymore she was a woman.i hated to admit it but I found myself checking her out from time to time. When she got home from work it was just a t shirt no bra and boxers.I found myself sneaking tit shots all the time. She was about five foot six had dirty blonde hair long very straight. Her eyes were like mine very blue very dark. Ill guess she is about one hundred and fifty pounds.she has her moms skin very smooth and extremely white almost pale. What I did notice is her tits were a lot bigger than her moms.And were kind of saggy but in a good way. The only thing I missed was my alone time, time that I liked to watch porn and jerk off. I just hid it in my room . About the second week she was there I was alone in my bed naked and just jerking off to some online videos I had watched. I forgot to close the door but was just into a good jerk session.I did not hear Beth come home. bayan escort she walked right into me jerking my cock with lube my hips bouncing and all. I was so embarrassed I was like a deer in the headlights. I covered myself and shouted I am sorry.What was odd was she didn’t run or hide right away she just sort of paused at the sight and then went into her room.After my shock I actually got a charge out of it.Being caught. At dinner she said nothing.Everything was the same.For whatever reason I wanted her to catch me again. And she did. I got more bold with it. I would do it when I knew she was home. I would be jerking off when she got home in the living room. Each time she saw me she would watch a little longer. I would look at her and our eyes would meet now and then.It got to the point she would just stare and watch me till I would cum. It was such a high when she watched and to watch me cum was a even bigger charge.No words ever spoken. Never discussed. About escort bayan a week after she first caught me I came home from work and as I walked by her bedroom she was on her bed completely naked masturbating with a vibrator. I stood in the hall and watched. Her eyes looked up at me for a few seconds as she continued. I felt dirty and turned on at the same time. I stood and watched till she had a shuttering orgasm. This continued for months. Her and I walking in on each other masturbating.One day I came home and heard banging in the bathroom like somebody punching the wall.I opened the door she had a dildo with a suction cup on it stuck to the wall in the shower and was fucking it like crazy. When she saw me there she actually opened the shower door so I could get a better look. About this time this all started the casual nudity in the house became more and more common. It started with a towel around her when she went to shower to her walking in the bathroom naked in the morning.then I did the same. Eventually we were meeting for morning coffee in the nude and talking.One cold rainy Sunday we both had nothing to do we stayed in all day hanging out nude watching movies.

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Taking My Sister “You can’t tell mom and dad,” my sister said. She was sitting on her bed, covering herself with her comforter. “You know what they’ll do.” Her eyes were welling with tears. She was upset for good reason. I had come home early from work and found her with a large, black cock in her mouth. The owner of the cock has long since vanished. Our parents were both hard working and successful lawyers. As well, they were incredibly religious, and were strongly against many things they viewed as immoral. Highest on the list were premarital sex and interracial relationships. While neither my sister nor I held the same beliefs, our parents made it clear often that if we wanted to keep our trust funds, we better abide by their beliefs. A little background: my sister Rachel and I are twins (fraternal). We were always close growing up, and we hung out with the same friends. As we became teenagers, we still hung out, but our relationship became edgier, and my sister became a little bit of a bitch. We both still lived at home – I went to a local community college, and Rachel went to the State college, less than two miles from home. I knew Rachel had engaged in sexual activities, as had I, but until now I had never actually witnessed it. We both did a good job of playing the obedient children. We both wanted our trust funds when we turned 21, less than 2 years from now. Each of us would get a little more that $1.5 million. Unless something made our parents change their mind. “Please, Ben, you can’t tell them,” she pleaded. She knew that if her parents found out that she had been sexually involved with a black man, she’d be disowned, and the trust fund would be gone. I thought about it for a minute. She was crying now. I had always found my sister incredibly sexy. She had an amazing body, skinny but with curves in the right places. Her breasts were on the small side but perfectly proportioned. Her ass was tiny but perfect, like two halves of a large melon. I would often masturbate thinking about fucking her. I decided that I shouldn’t let this opportunity pass me by. “I won’t tell mom and dad,” I said. “But you have to do something for me.” Relief flooded her face. “Thank you Ben. Whatever you want, tell me and I’ll do it.” “You can start by dropping the comforter,” I said. She looked confused for a minute. “What? Why, Ben?” she asked. “Because, I want to see you naked,” I answered. “But you can’t. I’m your sister,” she answered. “I know. If you don’t want me to tell mom and dad, you’d better be my naked sister in a hurry,” I said. She stared at me, her confusion becoming replaced by a mix of anger and disgust. Slowly she dropped the comforter, exposing her breasts. The rest of the comforter was draped across her thighs, covering her crotch. Her breasts were gorgeous. I had previously only seen them under a t-shirt or bathing suit. They were perfectly formed, and she had no tan lines. I felt my cock stir in my jeans. “That’s a start. Now the rest,” I said. “Ben, no,” she said. “We can’t do this. It’s wrong.” She continued staring at me. “The comforter, or else,” I said. My cock was now completely erect and was straining the fabric of my jeans. “Ben, please,” she begged. I didn’t say anything. She sighed, seeming to resign herself to her fate, and threw the comforter on the ground. I had expected her to be wearing panties, but she wasn’t. Her pussy was completely hairless, and like her breasts there was no sign of tan lines. I moved closer to get a better view. She was still aroused, escort I could see. Her lips were puffy and reddish, and they glistened with her juices. She was glaring at me. “Satisfied, jerk?” she spat. She closed her legs. “Open them,” I said. She looked away, and fresh tears started down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and opened her legs again. I knelt in front of her and stared at her bare mound. I imagined how it would feel to slide my cock between those lips. I was dying, and needed release. I stood up. Rachel closed her legs again and looked at me. “Are you done?” she asked in a desperate tone. “I am, but you’re not,” I said. Confusion came back into her eyes, replaced by fear as I unzipped my jeans. My 7-inch cock sprang out. “God Ben, what are you doing?” she shrieked, looking away. “Stop it! Put that away and get out!” “Touch it,” I said. She was still turned away. “Touch it, Rachel.” “No Ben. Get out now,” she said. She didn’t look at me. I put my cock away and zipped up my pants. “Okay, I’ll go. Mom and dad should be home soon, so I guess we’ll have a good talk.” I started for the door. Before I got there, Rachel said, “Stop”. I turned around. She was looking at me. “I’ll do what you want. But I’ll only touch it, nothing else.” I didn’t say anything, I just walked back and unzipped again. My cock was still rock hard. She stared at it. “Touch it,” I said. Slowly, she reached out and put her hand around my shaft. I gasped at her touch. She held me like that, and then let go. “Happy?” she asked. “Almost,” I replied. “Do that again.” I said. She grabbed me again, and I put my hand on hers and started moving it up and down. She got the hint and took over. It felt incredible. She had obviously done this before. I was so overwhelmed I knew that I would come very quickly. I didn’t want her to move out of the way, so I didn’t give her any sign that my orgasm was approaching. As she jerked me, she gave a sudden squeeze, and that was enough to drive me over the edge. My cock jumped and cum splashed all over Rachel. The first spurt was a huge rope that landed on her head and face. She instinctively moved away, and the next spurts landed on her tits and belly. I kept coming, covering her chest. I had never come that much in my life. Finally, I was done, and Rachel took her hand away. She wiped it on the sheets, then used the sheets to wipe the rest of the cum off her face and front. “Thanks, sis,” I said. She glared at me. “I won’t tell mom and dad, but you’ll have to do that for me again.” “No way,” she said. “That’s it Ben. No more.” “Have it your way,” I said. I saw her deflate again. I knew I had her. “I’ll see you at dinner,” I said, and left her room. ***** Our parents came home at about 6:30, and we all sat down to dinner at 7. Rachel had to take a shower to get all the cum off. She didn’t speak a lot at dinner, and our mom asked her what was wrong. “I just don’t feel well,” she said. “I think I may have the flu.” “Well, why don’t you go up and lay down?” our dad said. “Ben will bring you some tea. Won’t you Ben?” “Of course, dad.” I said. Rachel looked at me, then left the table and went upstairs. After dinner, mom and dad decided to go out to visit friends down the street for a couple hours. I promised to take good care of Rachel. After my parents left, I made some chamomile tea and took it up to Rachel. She was lying in her bed, watching TV. She looked at me as I walked in. I set the tea on her night table. She muttered a thank you. I sat on the bayan escort bed beside her, and pulled down her comforter. She was wearing sweatpants cut to shorts, and a tank top with no bra. She tried to pull the covers back up, but I stopped her. “Ben, please don’t,” she pleaded. “I can forgive you for what happened before, but it can’t go one. You must know that.” Part of me did, but another part of me couldn’t stop. “Just relax for a minute,” I told her. I pulled the covers all the way off. I pulled at the drawstring holding on her shorts, and pulled them off. Rachel tried to resist, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop me. For the second time that day, I was greeted with the sight on her completely hairless pussy. “Why don’t you have any pubic hair?” I asked. She didn’t answer right away. I asked her again. She turned away from me. “It’s easier to wax it all. Guys like it because it makes me look younger, and because it’s cleaner when they go down on me.” Her voice was emotionless. “Go down on you? You mean lick your pussy?” I asked. I had never done that, but was suddenly very intrigued by the idea. “Yes,” she answered. “Do you like it when guys do that?” I asked. She turned to look at me, her eyes burning with anger and humiliation. “Of course I do,” she answered. “Don’t you like it when girls suck your cock?” she asked venomously. “Yes, I do,” I replied. In truth, I’d only had two blowjobs, and neither one was that good. I moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed Rachel’s feet. I pulled them apart and moved closer to her pussy. She didn’t resist, probably assuming I was just going to look again. I moved closer and closer, until my nose was almost touching her outer lips. Her smell was intoxicating. Before I knew what I was doing I had run my tongue all the way along her slit. Rachel jumped out of the bed. “Jesus Christ, Ben! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She yelled. Good thing our parents weren’t home. “I’m licking your pussy,” I answered. “Or at least I was.” I didn’t move off the bed. Rachel was standing in front of me, naked from the waist down. I waited for her to say something. “Ben, get out,” she said. “I won’t tell mom and dad about any of this, but you have to get out now.” “Lay down on the bed,” I told her. “No Ben. Get out, now,” She said. “If I tell mom and dad what you’ve done, you’ll be in just as much trouble as I am.” “No I won’t,” I answered. “If you tell them, I’ll tell them you’re lying to try to cover up your relationship with Frank, and about how I walked in and saw you swallowing his entire cock. Who do you think they’ll believe?” She knew I had her. My credibility with our parents was a lot better than hers. She knew they’d believe me over her. She stood for a minute, and then sat down on the bed. “Do whatever you want for five minutes. Then you’ll stop. Agreed?” she said. “Sure,” I answered. I would take as much time as I wanted, but she didn’t need to know that. She laid back down on the bed and spread her legs. She covered her face with a pillow. I repositioned myself in front of her pussy, and licked it again. I felt her whole body tense. I stared eating her in earnest. I found her clit and alternated between sucking on it and licking her pussy lips. I slowly put my index finger inside her, and felt her tense again. She let out a loud sob. I carried on, with two fingers now inside her. I licked and sucked her clit, and I noticed that her hips were starting to move against me. I could feel her vaginal muscles escort bayan start contracting. Holy shit, I thought. She’s going to cum. I kept going and before long she was thrashing under me, her cunt spasming as she came. I slowly took my fingers out and licked them, savouring her sweet juices. I looked at her. The pillow was gone, and her face was a mix of emotions. I knelt between her legs and took off my own sweatpants. My cock was rock hard again. She suddenly looked terrified. “No Ben,” she said. “You can’t. Don’t put that inside me.” “Relax,” I said. “You can jerk me off like last time.” I moved up so that I was kneeling between her spread legs, my cock over her stomach. Without having to be told, she grabbed me and started jerking. She must have wanted to get it over with, because she was going very fast. It worked. In less than a minute I was cumming for the second time today. The first spurt again landed on her face and in her hair. I kept cumming, covering the rest of her body. Amazingly I think I came more this time. Her tank top was splattering with my cum. She sat up and took it off, and used it to wipe off her hair and face. She pulled the covers up and turned away from me, staring at the TV. I left without saying anything. ***** For the next few weeks, things went back to normal, pretty much. I had Rachel give me a few more handjobs, and while she didn’t necessarily seem to like it, she protested less and less each time. She even started taking a little longer. She became better at sensing my approaching orgasms, and would aim my cock so that I came in her hand or in a cloth or sock if she had one handy. She stopped trying to tell me that we couldn’t keep doing this. I guess she figured once we hit 21, she could tell me off without fear. Then, one Friday, our parents came home and announced that they were going on a trip for a week. They were leaving us to take care of the house, and each other. Of course, we weren’t to have any parties, and we never would, because there’s no way our parents wouldn’t find out. But, with our parents gone, we were free to stay out late and come home in a less than sober state. They left on Saturday, and that night both Rachel and I ended up at the same party. I was playing a drinking game with some buddies in the kitchen, and I saw Rachel dancing with Frank in the living room. He was getting very frisky, and she was fighting to keep his hands off her. Finally, she slapped him in the face, and he stormed out. I lost sight of Rachel for a couple hours, and when I saw her again she was in the backyard, drinking Southern Comfort from the bottle and taking pretty big pulls off of a nice sized joint. She was sitting with a couple girlfriends. I walked over to her and grabbed her by the arm. “Come on, sis,” I said, pulling her to her feet. “I think you’ve had enough.” She was not at all stable on her feet, and I had to prop her up. “Naaaa,” she slurred. “I don’ wanna go. I wanna stay with my girls.” The last word came out like ‘girlsh’. “I know, but I think you need to get some sleep,” I told her. “Say goodnight, Rachel.” “Goo’nite, Rachel,” she said with a wave. I got her out to the car and poured her into the front seat. I had only had a couple beers and was fine to drive. I started the car and pulled out of the driveway. A few minutes later, I pulled into our driveway. Rachel had slept the entire short trip, and I had to shake her to rouse her. I helped her into the house and into her bed. She sat on the bed, and as I turned to go, she grabbed my belt and turned me to face her. Without saying a word, she unzipped my jeans and took my flaccid cock in her hands. “Rachel, what are you doing,” I asked. This was the first time she has initiated anything between us. “Isn’t this…

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Now Rachael didn’t have a phone in her room, and I’d often told her she could call me anytime and reverse the charges. Now she began phoning me regularly, to find out mother had told me about her more personal relationships. I was happy to share the information with her, like me, she was surprised to find out who amongst her friends were lesbian. When I mentioned Mrs. Simmons, who of course she also knew from our school days she sounded quite interested. Now she told me in hindsight she wasn’t too surprised, how she found the lady to be usually very cheerful. Like I said mostly all the students liked her, she was always so cheerful and positive in her activities. I told her how mum kept telling me how she, (Mrs. Simmons) would ask how I was doing etc. Rachael said mum told her the same thing, the lady would often enquire into how she was doing, and to say “hello.” Rosemary phoned a couple of times during the week, but as she was on shift work that was all we could do. Still, it pleased me she wanted to continue our relationship, but had to wait till the Saturday afternoon till we could be together again. When she arrived she was as effervescent as ever, came in the door with a big kiss and hello. After I let her in I went and sat back down in my easy chair, with my feet up on a footstool. After hanging up her coat, she came over to me smiling, straddled my legs and gave me a big box of chocolates. I admit I had missed her, and I took the box from her thanking her for thinking of me. She took my face in her hands, and leaning over me kissed me on my lips. She whispered, “I’ve missed you, last weekend was so special for me. I thought of you every day, how you let me love you, and to love me in return.” What could I say to that, so I told her the truth? “I missed you too.” At that I hugged her and kissed her back, memories of our previous pleasures came back to mind. At that her, or I should say our, kisses became more urgent. Now she was in my arms again, sitting on my outstretched legs. The adrenaline started inside me, I pulled her blouse out of her skirt to slip my hands under it. I loved the feel of her bare skin, I rubbed my hands over her back and sides. She still had my head in her hands, kissing me hungrily as I caressed her back and sides. I tried slipping my fingers under the waistband of her skirt, but it was too tight. Somehow I found the button and zipper at the side and undid it. Now I could slip my hands lower down, under her knickers to feel the contour of her bum. Such a delightful feeling as my hands roamed over it, down along her garter straps to her stocking tops. Sitting up for a moment Rosemary quickly undid her blouse, then threw it off followed by her bra. Now those beautiful globes of flesh were exposed, still holding my head she brought one to my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, and then gripped it between my teeth. She gave a gasp of pleasure, and I sucked as much of her tit as I could. She wiggled it into me, pulling away then pressing her tit hard against me. Next she gave me her other tit, and I repeated the procedure. She placed her knees on my armchair on either side of my legs, to better lean over me to please me with her tits. Now her torso was clear, so I could slip my hand between our bodies. I felt her cunt through the crotch of her knickers, she was so wet. I pushed her knickers off her arse, so I could feel her bare pussy. As smooth and hair free as before, she was so wet my two middle fingers slid into her with ease. I felt her wiggle her arse to hump my fingers, I slid in my forefinger escort and pressed her lips apart to tease her clit. This brought on the desire result, with a cry she held onto me as I felt her body shudder. I was about ready to cum myself, but felt pleased she wanted me to please her like that. A few minutes later she looked at me smiling, I was so high and ready to cum. “Knickers off,” I whispered. She needed no second urging, got off me and reached under my dress. I lifted my arse as she pulled them down, and removed them altogether. Now in one movement as I opened my legs, she dropped to her knees between them. I held my legs, pulling my knees apart and up to my chest. My honey pot was there for her to devour. Her hands slid under me to my waist, to hold me as her tongue buried itself in my pussy. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure surging through my body, she licked and sucked my clit so hard. A few moments later, I bucked and cried out from the force of the climax. She didn’t stop then, she kept sucking and licking. It was like I felt her intensity, I straightened my legs up over my head. I looked up at my feet as my second orgasm rose from deep inside me. It was like a crescendo washing over me, I clamped her head between my thighs and held her there. She waited patiently till it subsided enough, then I struggled to sit up. I had sunk down in my chair so I was almost on my back. Standing up she picked up her clothes, placing them on a chair. She liked to be without clothes, which was fine with me. I still marvelled at the beauty of her body, her firm tits that I thought were perfect. Her narrow waist and flat tummy accentuated her hips and bum. Still in her garter and stockings, her high heels giving that seductive wiggle to her arse as she walked. It was still the middle of the afternoon, and I had no plans to go out till the evening. Rosemary went and made us a pot of tea, and we spent some time just talking. I asked her if she had been with many women, she was obviously uncomfortable with my question. She looked away and muttered, “No,” then suddenly said, “Does it matter?” “No, not at all,” I assured her, after all I was just making small talk. Still I had noticed her underwear was just plain white cotton, and wondered about the pretty ensemble she had worn the last weekend. I wanted to say something about it but decided to hold my tongue. That evening we went to the club, a lot of friends who saw us together stopped to say hello. Rosemary seemed to be a bit self conscious about that, but I just put that down to her being shy. I liked that in her and did what I could to include her in conversations I had with others. As the evening wore on, and after a few drinks she settled down. Dancing with her I felt a surge of emotion, the way she cuddled into me made me feel powerful. I was bolder than the week before, now in the crowded dance floor I felt free to explore her body. She liked it as she returned my caresses in kind. Dancing cheek to cheek I took her hand, and pressed it between our bodies and thrust her hand into my crotch. Now she rubbed my pussy through my skirt and knickers, I loved it as she seemed not to be shy about pleasing me. Even though she had given me much pleasure in the afternoon, I was now ready for more. Once the dance set finished I whispered to her, bathroom, and took her hand and led her to the ladies room. Others had the need to have a pee between dances, so I mouthed to her, “Wait,” and went into a stall and relieved myself. I took my time and listened carefully, then when bayan escort I heard it go quiet, cleaned myself and pulled up my knickers. The pee had been a relief I enjoyed, and leaving the stall was relieved to see no one else was in the room. Rosemary was waiting by the wash basin, and I went up to her and gave her a big long crushing kiss. I pulled up on her skirt, and gave her cunt a hard rub through her knickers. It was too risky to do anymore, anyone could come in at any time. For some reason I was as randy as hell, and found it hard to control myself. Breaking off I whispered to her, “Knickers off.” At this she immediately lifted up her skirt and removed them, I took them from her and sniffed the crotch. I loved the smell of her juice on them, subconsciously this pleased me. Now holding them in front of her face said, “These are garbage,” and threw them in the disposal can. Now talking her hand we left and instead of going back to our table, headed for the cloakroom. On the tube going home, she held onto me tight. She was as quiet as a dormouse, yet the way she gripped my hand I knew she was excited too. At my flat we removed our coats and she was surprisingly quiet. Quickly I undid her blouse, and threw it off followed by her bra. I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then pushed her rather roughly onto my sofa and climbed on top of her. Now she was mine completely, I gripped her hair with one hand, and clamped my mouth to hers. She was already wincing through my kisses, my free hand found her pussy and how I loved the feel of it. Why I treated her so rough I don’t know, it just seemed the right thing to do. Not only did she not complain, she responded to me in a more aggressive manner herself. Quickly I shed my own skirt and knickers, and pressed my cunt to hers. She lifted her legs up over my hips, as I pounded her pussy with mine. With a cry my orgasm burst over me, and I collapsed on top of her. She just lay there with me on top, until finally felt relaxed enough to get off her. I sat beside her catching my breath, and she turned to me and placed her hand on my cheek. “Thank you,” she said. I didn’t say or do anything, she leaned into me and kissed me tenderly on my mouth. At last we got up and headed into my bedroom, there she took it on herself to unbutton my blouse and remove it, followed by my bra. I sat on the bed and she knelt at my feet and removed my stockings. Then undid her own, and removed them along with her garter belt. I crawled backwards further up the bed, then pointed to her cunt and patted my chin. Smiling she straddled my face, and placed her head between my legs. Now with my nails running over her upper thighs and buttocks, I pressed her cunt into my face. How I loved the taste of it, she was open like the petals of a flower. My own juices were flowing freely too, so we enjoyed licking and sucking one another. The next day I realised not only did I enjoy being rough with her, but she loved it too. We stayed naked in the morning, and I mentioned the roughness to her. Smiling she acknowledged she loved it too. “You know last week when I asked you to slap my breasts, that was a most erotic feeling for me.” I didn’t know how to reply to that, I realised I was dealing with a masochist. “You liked that?” I said stupidly. I had enjoyed it too, I found it a turn on as well. “You can’t hurt me,” she went on, “I just want to be your friend and lover. You can do what you want with me, just let me please you any way I can.” How can you answer that, I was confused as I’d escort bayan never met anyone like that before. That afternoon I insisted on going with her to where she lived, in a poorer part of the city. Her room was cheap, and in a rather derelict building. She showed me her wardrobe, she didn’t have much. The dress and underwear she had worn that first weekend was her prized possession, and she had worn it to please me. I realised as a factory worker she didn’t earn that much and it took all she could manage just to survive. My heart went out to her, and I invited her to supper at a local fish and chip shop. With her shift work, I wouldn’t be seeing her till the following weekend. It gave me food for thought about our possible long term relationship. I wrote Rachael and told her about it. She replied thinking it was funny. She did criticize me for being too much of a softie, but then went on to say I was always like that. She was still quizzing me about mother’s lesbian friends, adding what she had suspected knowing some of them over the years. It was an interesting dialogue, as it opened up doors into the taboo world we both enjoyed. Hardly a week went by without some comment about Ms. Simmons, as she was the one lady we both felt we knew quite well. Of course being a school teacher who was popular, it was hard to accept in a way what mother told us. Of course in each of mother’s letters too, she usually had some comment to make about Sandra, as she started referring to her. Rachel’s company was shutting down for the duration between Christmas and New Year’s, so I elected to take some time off work so we could be together for the duration of the holiday. It had been sometime since Rachael and I had a few days together, not since she had started University. It had been what, about three years? Christmas and hence New Year’s day fell on a Sunday that year, and of course Christmas Eve was a public holiday. After my work on the Friday I took the train home, so arrived later that night. Rachael arrived the next afternoon, so we would be together for Christmas. Mother’s friend and lover Sue was there too, after supper so we spent the evening enjoying a few drinks. I was certain Sue was aware I was also gay, but nothing was ever said about it. We retired early as the next day was going to be busy, mother had invited other family members for Christmas dinner. At last I was alone with Rachael, it had been so long since we’d spent the night together. Our room was bathed in moonlight coming through the window, it gave a nice intimate glow to our room. We both stripped naked as we usually did, and crawled into bed and clutched each other anxious to make love. I loved the feel of her body, our legs intertwined and pressing our tits together. Our hands caressed each other and began kissing, my thigh against her pussy and hers pressing into mine. Suddenly she stopped and said, “Ssh listen.” I listened and heard the faint sounds she was referring to, there was only one other couple in the house. Quietly we got out of bed, and pressed our ears against the wall separating our rooms. We could hear them, but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. There was muted laughter, and a lot of whispering. After a few minutes we heard the sounds of them making love, sounds that slowly got louder as their passion mounted. It turned me on to listen to them, knowing how passionate mum could be. In a way I was surprised they were active so early after we’d gone to bed, as usually they would stay up later than us. Rachael pulled me back into bed with her, obviously hearing our mother had affected her too. She got me on my back and climbed on top, pressing her pussy against mine. Rachael had always been the more aggressive lover, and I’d reap the benefit of her lust. Of course I learned to give…

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Sitting down at the kitchen table, I pour my orange juice and pick up the paper. It’s finally Saturday; I can finally relax and spend time with my baby girl. We lost her mother five years ago and since then we’ve only had each other. We have gotten very close since. I hear her coming down the stairs. “Morning’ daddy!” Lexi greets me with a smile and kiss on the cheek. God she looks amazing, she’s only in a beater and running shorts. Let me describe her for you. She’s about 5’1’, tone, tan, 36 C boobs, Bubble butt, dark hair and green eyes. She’s smart, charming, caring and funny. She just turned eighteen three weeks ago and ever since I can’t keep my eyes off her. I’m not so bad looking myself but I constantly remind myself I’m still her dad. I’m 38, 6’4, carved, Tan, dark hair and blue eyes. “Morning Lex, sleep well?” “Of course I did daddy.” Her smile could light the night sky. “Any plans today?” I ask this stupid question every morning and every morning I piss myself off when she answers escort yes. I don’t know why, but I hate when she even leaves the house anymore. “Well, actually I thought I could spend the day with you.” She looks up at me so innocently. “Sounds good, anything particular in mind?” “No, not really, maybe watch some movies; go for a swim, or whatever you want.” “Sounds like a plan. I’m going to go shower okay?” “Okay daddy, I’m going to change.” She brushes my arm as she walks by. I can feel the chills go up my arm. I can feel like hard on coming. I hear her door shut and I finally make the climb to my room. I get inside and dart straight for the shower. This will be the third time this week I’ve masturbated to picture of her in my mind. I step in the shower and grab a hold on my cock; I close my eyes and imagine it’s her petite hands. “Mmmm, Lexi”, I start moaning. I start rubbing faster imagining it’s her mouth sucking my cock and looking up at me. I’m so close, I start moaning bayan escort her name. I imagine her asking to swallow and I blow my load all over the shower. I clean up and head downstairs. “Daddy, come sit with me and watch a movie.” Lexi calls me from the living room. “Okay, I’m coming.” Her sweet voice is intoxicating, I try to reason with myself. She’s your daughter. Come on, get a hold of yourself, what’re you doing? Then I look at her in that T-shirt and shorts, way too short to go out in public and I melt. Her body is flawless. I sit down on the other side of the couch and play the movie, we get half way in, she is stretching out, and her legs are on my lap. Instinctively I rub them. I get a little careless and start rubbing her thigh. She moves a little and I realize what I am doing, but she doesn’t stop me. A little moan comes out and then she says, “I love when you rub my legs. You always make them feel so good, thank you.” “You’re welcome sweetheart, anything escort bayan to make you feel good.” If she only knew what I really meant by that. The things I would do to her if she weren’t my daughter. I’m only digging a hole for myself. I do not even know why I try. I am in love with her. I can’t help it. I want to make love to her every time I see her and touch her. “I love you, daddy.” “I love you too, Lexi.” “Parker, get a grip,” I think to myself. “You are getting way in over your head already.” She sits up and sits on my lap. Getting way in over my head; I am in over my head. “What are you doing baby?” “Do you remember when I used to sit on your lap everyday when we watched TV? I miss that.” “I miss that too darling, but you are growing up. Don’t you think you are getting a little old for sitting on daddy’s lap?” I see a tear fall and my world shatters. Any time she’s in any pain I melt. That started the day we welcomed her into this world. She’s been wrapped around my finger ever since. She begins to get up “I’m sorry, I’ll go…” I grab her and pull her back to me. I kiss her check and forehead. “You can sit on daddy’s lap whenever you want.” Lexi wiggles just a bit and my cock jumps; it’s really throbbing now.

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“Fuck me harder baby!” I moaned loudly as my boyfriend ploughed my pussy. It was a week after my sixteenth birthday and my boyfriend and I had been fucking non-stop since then, when I finally let him take my virginity after he spoiled me all day. Ever since that night we couldn’t get enough of each other. We had been together for ten months now and my mom knew him well. I had introduced him after three months as I didn’t like keeping secrets from her. Daddy on the other hand had no idea. He was old school and very protective of me. He had no idea I’d even kissed a boy before let alone fucked one. We kept it a secret from him and my boyfriend was only ever at the house when my dad was in work. On the morning of my sixteenth birthday I had told my mom up front that I planned to fuck my boyfriend today. She had tried talking me out of it by saying I should wait until his birthday and he should be doing something for me today and not the other way around. His birthday was five months away though, so I disagreed and told her it was going to happen, whether it was here at home or in some field where most of my friends had lost their virginities while drunk. She eventually gave in and bought me condoms which she gave to me slyly so my dad wouldn’t see. My mom told me to wait until my Dad went to play his game of golf escort and she would leave the house to go shopping to give us some privacy, and so we waited. It was the best experience of my life even though my sixteen year old boyfriend had no idea what he was doing. He tried some porno moves on me which didn’t end up working out very well. I guess the amount of porn guys watch gives them very unrealistic ideas of sex. He soon figured out that harder was not better on your first time. My mom hadn’t mentioned it to me when she came home but later on that evening I saw her check the box of condoms in my room. She smiled at me when I saw her and told me to tell her when I ran out. She hadn’t mentioned it since. I was in a cowgirl position on my boyfriend’s cock as he thrust into me hard, just the way I had come to like it after our previous fucks. He had gotten rougher every time and I loved it. He put his hands on my ass and bounced me up and down while I bent over and let him kiss my neck which I loved. “Sally stop!” Aaron shouted in my ear over of the sounds of my moans. “What is it?” I said stopping bouncing on his cock. I moved my long blonde hair out of my face and looked at him. He looked like he was in shock as he stared behind me at what I presumed was the door. I hoped my mom wasn’t after coming bayan escort up for a look at us. I turned around and saw him, my daddy, standing in awe at this random guy fucking his prized possession. I didn’t know what to do and neither did he. “Get the fuck out of my house!” my dad roared advancing into the room. Aaron pushed me off his cock onto the bed and jumped up. He picked his clothes up off the floor and ran out my room, narrowly avoiding my dad’s haymaker. It was like a scene out of American Pie as he ran out my house with the condom still on his cock. I had no idea what to do as I lay completely naked and exposed to my dad on my bed. I didn’t bother covering up as I guessed he had seen enough already and that this wasn’t as bad compared to it. I looked at the clock on my bedside dresser and seen it was only half three, two hours before my Dad should have come home. “You’re supposed to be playing golf,” I stuttered. “It started raining,” he growled. “Do you think it’s okay to be fucking some random guy in my house while I’m not here?” “No daddy, I’m so sorry!” I said started to cry. “Who was he?” my dad asked angrily. “My boyfriend,” I sobbed. “How long has he been your boyfriend and why is this the first I’m hearing of it?” “George!” my mom exclaimed from the bedroom door. “What escort bayan are you doing?” “Did you know our daughter has been fucking some guy up here while we were out of the house?” he asked. “She’s sixteen George, girls her age do things like this! Or don’t you remember? We were her age when you got me knocked up!” my mom said. “Exactly! What if she gets knocked up and has to go through all that?” “She was careful, I bought her condoms,” my mom told him. “Well this is stopping here, I’m going to make her ass so red she won’t be able to sit down for a week let alone fuck that bastard,” he said angrily. My Dad had always spanked me when I got in trouble. He would tell how it was the purest form of punishment and every father should do it to keep their children in line. He walked over to my bed and sat down at the end. He patted his legs, motioning for me to lie across them. As I got up and went to reach for my knickers he shook his head. He was going to spank me bare ass. I lay across his legs hoping he wouldn’t say anything about the stickiness of my dried juices on my thighs. He rubbed my ass gently for a moment before he brought his hand down hard making me tremble and scream under the pain. I looked to my mom for help, but she knew better than to defy my dad when he was punishing me. Again and again he spanked me, harder and harder until my ass became numb. Eventually he stopped and told me to get up. “Emily look at what our little slut of a daughter has done to my trousers,” he said pointing to a massive wet patch where my pussy had been.

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Amanda closed her suitcase with a sigh.  A moment later, every muscle in her body relaxed simultaneously, accompanied by a short, joyful moan.  Her brother’s arms around her chased away the little hints of melancholy as quickly as the feeling had arisen.Nick kissed the nape of her neck and asked, “What’s wrong, Sis?”She crossed her arms over his, stroking his hands with her fingertips as he kissed her neck again.  “I don’t want to go home.  I just want to stay here forever, where nobody knows us, so we don’t have to hide.”After their first sweet night of lovemaking, brother and sister had found it impossible to hide their love for each other through the day.  With none who knew of their family bond at the resort, they had no real need to.  Like any couple in love, they’d held hands and kissed as they enjoyed a day of skiing and the breathtaking scenery.With work looming for both of them tomorrow, they had no choice but to leave the slopes to prepare for the drive home.  Amanda still felt flushed and giddy from her climax with Nick in a shared shower only an hour or so before.“I know,” Nick finally responded after several more kisses.  He guided her to face him and said, “It won’t be easy.”“I don’t care.  I’ve never felt so alive as I have this weekend.  I’ve never been so in love.”“Me either,” Nick agreed and kissed her.Amanda leaned in to rest her cheek against his chest.  “Promise me that everything will turn out happily ever after, like your stories.”“How about I promise that I’ll do everything I can to make it happen?”  Nick responded while stroking his sister’s dark tresses.She looked up into his eyes and said, “Just love me, and it will.”“That, I can promise.”  He then kissed her, yet another long, lingering kiss that left them both feeling light headed.  “We should get going so that it isn’t too late when we get home.”Amanda put on an exaggerated pout and asked, “Carry my bag for me?”Nick laughed and kissed her pouting lips before reaching down to grab her suitcase.****Amanda sat down her suitcase and fumbled to find the keyhole in the dark.  She’d forgotten to turn on the porch light before leaving on the trip, and that was coming back to haunt her.  Finally, she managed to insert the key and unlock the door.She let out a surprised gasp when Nick swept her into his arms and carried her across the threshold, kicking the door shut behind him.  The couple shared a light-hearted kiss before he put her down to say, “Welcome home.”Amanda stroked his cheek with her fingertips and grinned.  “You do know that you left our bags on the porch, don’t you?”“Oops.”She laughed and opened the door, scooting Nick’s suitcase toward him and picking up her own.“I need to go to the bathroom – quickly,” Nick said, kicking his bag off to the side near the door.“Me too, but go ahead.  I can wait.”Nick nodded and hurried to the bathroom.  Amanda pushed her suitcase over next to her brother’s.  There was nothing inside that she couldn’t live without until she returned from work tomorrow.  She found one message on the machine when she checked it, a request from their aunt Emily to call her.Stretching out the kinks from the long drive, Amanda thought, That can wait until tomorrow, too.Nick emerged from the bathroom at that moment, and Amanda gave him a little kiss as she passed.  A few minutes later, she walked over to where Nick sat on the couch and kissed him passionately.“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?”  Nick asked when their lips parted.“You put the seat down,” she answered with a beatific grin.“I always thought that was more of a joke than a real complaint,” he chuckled.“Fall down into cold water some time when you’re half asleep and you’ll change your mind.”  The last word changed into a yawn as the expenditure of energy over the weekend and the long drive caught up with her.  “I have to be up early for work, so I’m going ahead to bed.”Amanda knew her brother more than well enough to see the conflict in his eyes.  She knew he was caught up in the stand-up comic he was watching, but the mention of bed was complicating his priorities.  “I need to lay out a few things for tomorrow, so why don’t you finish watching escort beylikdüzü your show and then come tuck me in?”  Her slightly coquettish grin filled in the meaning of tuck me in.She didn’t wait for an answer, but instead leaned in to kiss him, and then rose from the couch.  A glance back over her shoulder caught him just turning away from watching her bottom to laugh at a joke from the comedian.  She chuckled and continued to her bedroom.After just a minute or two, she decided that most of what she would need was already in her briefcase.  She opened a drawer to retrieve a nightgown, but then smiled and pushed the drawer closed again.  She knew that she would just take it off again, soon enough.Amanda pulled off her jeans, sweater, and then released the clasp of her bra with a sigh of relief.  Her laptop sitting on her briefcase then reminded her that she hadn’t read Nick’s latest chapter yet.  She picked up her laptop and slipped into bed.Nick’s writing reminded her so much of him.  She found it easy now to understand why his work had so enraptured her, even before she discovered that her brother was the man behind the words on the page.  His characters were all thoughtful, loving, and connected as deeply as friends as lovers.Just like us, Amanda thought with a blissful sigh.As the sibling couple slipped into bed in the tale, she was reminded of another similarity.  Until she had experienced it in Nick’s arms, she had always though of his stories as unattainable fantasy.  Now, she knew better.  The rapture she had experienced in his touch was beyond even what she’d imagined as she read.That memory of their coupling mingled with his words on the page to send her passions soaring.  She caressed her breasts with her free hand and teased her nipples as the heat of the scene on the page increased.  When brother slipped between sister’s parted thighs in the story, so too did Amanda’s hand slide beneath her lacy black panties.She stroked her folds in time to the laps of the brother’s tongue in the story, her own brother’s tongue in her mind.  Small sighs of pleasure soon escaped her as her passion mounted, though she resisted the urge to give her fingers free rein to bring her to climax.Thus, she was still teasing her need when she finished the chapter and Nick appeared in the doorway.  Pulling her hand out of her panties, she marveled at how comfortable she felt.  With the lights on in the room, she felt absolutely no sense of shame in either her nakedness or that he had observed her masturbating.  She could count the number of times that any man had seen her nude in full light on one hand, and yet it felt perfectly natural with Nick.“Come to bed,” Amanda said, closing her laptop and placing it on the nightstand.She moved to unbutton his jeans as he pulled off his shirt.  By the time he managed to kick off his shoes, she had pushed his jeans and underwear down past his hips, freeing his erect manhood.Gesturing toward the laptop, she said, “I want that, Nick.  I want to feel your tongue on me, like you wrote.”  After those soft, anticipation-filled words passed her lips, she rolled over onto her back, revealing the damp spot on her panties.Nick climbed into the bed and tugged down on the lacy covering.  Amanda lifted her bottom, allowing him to remove the panties and toss them aside.  Her legs parted, and Nick slipped between them.Amanda let out a long, cooing moan as he wriggled his tongue between her nether lips.  Nick moaned as well, delighting in the taste and scent of her.  His tongue pressed deeper, seeking more of the bittersweet nectar of her arousal.A long, broad stroke of his tongue that caressed her labia and culminated in a lingering swirl over her bud forced Amanda to choke off a yelp of delight.  She’d not experienced this for a long time, but she swore that nobody had ever given her such incredible pleasure before.  Her entire body tingled as her hips rose up from the bed in response to his lapping.Nick seemed to know all of her most sensitive spots, and exactly how to tease them to give her the most remarkable sensations.  His lips and tongue roamed over every part escort akbatı of her, a rapid, darting dance that soon caused her to writhe beneath him.  He moaned as he tasted the increased flow of her juices, which revealed just how good he was making her feel.“Oh – oh Nick, so good,” Amanda gasped as her pleasure mounted.  She rubbed her stiff nipples as the hot pressure of her building orgasm grew by the second.  “Oh please, don’t stop!”“Come for me, Sis,” He moaned, and then suckled her clit between his lips to flick the swollen bud with his tongue.Amanda’s warbling groan of ecstasy sounded out loud in the room as she reached the edge, perched in that perfect place just before tumbling over into orgasm.  Nick’s talented tongue held her there, teetering on the brink, leaving her needing release so badly, but not wanting her pleasure to end, either.She sucked in a pair of sharp breaths to bring air back into her starved lungs, and then groaned as the pressure of her climax swelled even more, causing her to feel as though she would burst if she didn’t come soon.  Her groan rapidly ascended in pitch and volume, until she finally came with a shrill cry of release.Her thighs clamped down tight around Nick’s head as he moaned into her quivering sex.  She pinched her nipples hard between her fingers, and her mouth remained wide open in a silent scream as wave after wave of orgasmic energy rolled through her.When the initial grip of her climax finally released her, Amanda’s arms and legs fell heavily to the bed, all her strength expended in the intensity of her orgasm.  She panted for breath, letting out little moans as Nick continued to flick his tongue slowly over her quivering folds, slowly bringing her back to earth.“Oh my god, Nick, I’ve never felt anything so wonderful,” Amanda said in a weak voice once she found her breath again.“You taste so good.  I’ve dreamed about doing that for you so many times,” Nick responded.  “I love making you feel so good.”“I thought I was going to black out for a minute,” Amanda revealed, and then let out a little chuckle.  “We’re so perfect together.  I can’t believe we wasted so much time.”“We’ll have to make up for it,” he said as he moved to lie down next to her.Amanda’s hand slipped between his legs to feel the throbbing hardness of his manhood, which was calling out to her.  Though she was still intermittently trembling from her climax, she already needed more.  She needed his wonderful cock deep inside her, filling her in a way that no other man could.Nick groaned as she wrapped her hand around him to stroke his thick shaft.  “I want you, Nick,” she said in a low, seductive voice, her breath warm against his skin.Moments later, Amanda moaned as his cock slipped into her warm embrace, filling her so perfectly.  She felt a curious sense of urgency, and Nick picked up on it without her saying a word.  He took her quickly, driving her toward a second climax as their bodies clashed with loud slaps – though those sounds were well overshadowed by their vocalizations of pleasure.Not long after, Amanda quivered in the afterglow, a warm pool of her brother’s cream nestled deep inside her.  At her side, he struggled to keep his eyes open.  She kissed him and nuzzled up against him, mindless of the mess she would make of the sheets.  Brother and sister drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.****Amanda hurried to prepare for work, even though she actually had plenty of time to make it to the office in time.  She wanted to arrive a little early if possible.  She’d managed to put a towel over the large wet spot on the bed so Nick wouldn’t roll over into it as he slept.  He didn’t need to get up for another couple of hours, so she’d reset the alarm to let him sleep.Finally, she was prepared, her briefcase sitting by the door, ready to pick up as she headed for the car.  A knock on the door caused her to pull up short as she walked back toward the kitchen to grab something to eat.  She wondered who would knock when the doorbell button was so plain to see.She smiled as she opened the door.  “Aunt Emily, it’s good to see you.  I got your message, but I haven’t had a escort beylikdüzü chance to call yet.  I was just getting ready to head to work.”The matronly woman stepped inside to hug her niece.  “I figured you must have been busy, since you hadn’t called.  I’m in town last minute for a conference, and I can’t find a hotel room anywhere except for those disreputable places that rent their rooms by the hour.  I don’t suppose I could impose upon you for a place to bed down for the next two days, could I?”Inwardly, Amanda sighed as she realized how inconvenient it would be, especially in light of how she and Nick had discovered they felt about each other.  “You’re always welcome, you know that,” she said aloud.  She meant it, but she already felt the nagging edges of frustration creeping up on her.  Deep down, she knew that this sort of trial was something she would have to face many more times in the future.  Few would accept her relationship with Nick, and they would be forced to hide their love for many years to come.“Sis?”  Nick’s sleepy voice drifted down the stairs.Amanda panicked, because she could see him emerging from her bedroom, dressed only in his boxers, over her aunt’s shoulder.  She quickly called up to him, “Aunt Emily is here.  She needs a place to stay for a couple of days.”The warning snapped Nick out of his sleep fog, and he quickly moved away from the top of the stairs, back out of sight – just in time.  Emily turned just as he vanished down the hallway.“I’ll be down in a minute or two,” he called down.Amanda stepped back with a silent sigh of relief and said, “I hate to be rude, but I need to grab something to eat and finish getting ready for work.”“Go on, Dear.  I’ll try to stay out of the way while I’m here, and help out anywhere you need me.”“Nick can help you with your bags when he comes down.”“Right now, I just need a seat that isn’t moving.  I’ve been in cars and planes for hours now.”“Make yourself at home,” Amanda said, and then headed for the stairs.Nick was emerging from his room, dressed this time, when Amanda reached the top of the stairs.“She’s staying for a couple of days?”  He asked with a resigned smile.“I couldn’t say no.”“We knew it would be like this.  We’ll just have to cope.”“I know,” Amanda sighed, and then looked over her shoulder before walking up to her brother.  She leaned in and gave him a brief kiss, fighting the urge to wrap her arms around him and hold on tight.  “I love you,” she whispered.“I love you, too.  Go to work.”Amanda nodded and turned to walk back down the stairs.  She knew he was right, but it didn’t make the thought of restraining her feelings for the next few days any easier.****“What is it, Aunt Emily?”  Amanda asked as she and Nick sat down after washing the evening dishes, seeing the older woman shaking her head slightly with an odd look on her face.“I just wish I’d taken more of your mother’s advice with your cousins.  They fight like cats and dogs, even now.  Trying to get them to wash dishes together would have sounded like a riot in progress.  The two of you get along better than most married couples.”To their credit, neither sibling showed any obvious reaction to the comment that hit very close to home.“We’ve always gotten along,” Nick said, letting his pinky brush against his sister’s hand for just a second.Amanda tingled all over from even that brief contact, as it was the closest thing to an intimate touch they’d been able to share all day.Emily yawned.  “Well, whatever Sissy did with the two of you, it must have been from turning around her own bad example.  She was a hellcat when she was younger.  The two of us ended up rolling around in the floor pulling at each other’s hair more than once.”Now it was Amanda’s turn to shake her head.  “I just can’t see Mom doing that.”“She grew up and wised up almost from the moment she found out she was pregnant with you.  It was like night and day.”  With a great sigh, Emily levered up from her chair to stand.  “Well, I have a long day tomorrow, so I’d best find my bed.  Don’t worry about the television, if you want to stay up.  Your uncle is up all hours of the night, so I’m used to it.”“I have to be up early, so I’m turning in soon,” Amanda responded.“Well, goodnight then.”“Goodnight,” Amanda and Nick answered in near perfect unison.Amanda waited just long enough for her aunt to settle into bed before rising and crooking her finger to Nick to indicate he should follow her. …

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It was three more days before they brought her home, three days in which we went to see her first thing in the morning each day. Angie took her the ‘syrup of figs’ (her wig for those who don’t do cockney rhyming slang), and she looked quite good in it, it was blonde and short, not unlike her natural hair, mind you for the money it cost, it should have been good!She walked out of the ambulance still clad in her robe, and we both made a big fuss of her after listening to the doctor’s instructions.”Just a week or so more of rest David,” he said, “And then she’ll be her old self again.”Well, I think she was just about her old self again when she asked Angie to help her in the shower. When I went up after about fifteen minutes with a tray of coffee for us all, I found her with her legs wrapped around Angie’s neck in the throes of what must have been a much-needed orgasm!She grinned impishly at me as she opened her eyes again and held out her arms for me.”Come and kiss me, Dave,” she said softly. “You two don’t know how much I’ve missed you both.”Our kiss was tender and lingering, and we held each other tightly.”I’m sorry for being a pain Dave,” she said and kissed me again, but I pulled away and looked at her, the old brightness was back in her eyes, (she’d lost the eye patch.) And even though she was still weak, I could tell this was the old Mickey, the beautiful, lively and very sexy girl that I’d fallen in love with just a few short weeks ago.”You’ve got nothing to apologise for you silly tart,” I grinned, “We’re bloody grateful that the problem was a piece of glass in your head and that you don’t have any real mental problems.”We let her sleep then, and Angie took my car to go food shopping while I went through the last of mum and dad’s papers, I wasn’t expecting anything, but I just needed to make sure there were no loose ends anywhere. What I found though changed our lives forever!It was in an old brown envelope and dated about twelve years previously, I read it and then reread it just to make sure.”Hello, Capital and Provincial, how may I help you?”I introduced myself and explained what I’d found, and she asked me to hold on while she spoke to a senior member of staff.”Can you read me the reference number please?”I did as he asked and for a moment I was left listening to the rustle of paper.”Sorry to keep you, sir,” he said. escort beylikdüzü “But I have to check these things, do you have your parent’s death certificates?””Yes of course.””In that case may I make an appointment to come and see you as soon as possible?””Will tomorrow be soon enough?””That will be fine sir, about eleven a.m. say?””Yes that’s fine, I’ll look forward to it.”Angie arrived back as I replaced the receiver and frowned as she noted the serious look on my face.”Oh no Dave, not more trouble?””Just come and read this, I’ll put the food away.” and I handed her the letter.She looked stunned as she read it, so I asked her to reread it.”Bloody hell Dave,” she whispered. “If this is genuine and I think it is, you’re rich!””We’re rich Angie, I’ve told you before, there are three of us here, if I have to tell you again, I may well have to spank your bottom.””Ooh yes please,” she laughed. “But have you shown it to Mickey?””No, let’s go and see if she’s awake yet.”She was stirring as we crept into our bedroom and she sat up giggling, letting the sheet fall away from her breasts.”Right Dave, your turn,” she laughed, “Get em off!””Bloody sex maniac,” I told her, “Just get your brain in gear and read this.””I daren’t Dave, Dr. Phillips told me not to do any reading for at least a week, you know to rest my eyes.””Aw babes, I forgot.””Why what is it?””It’s an old policy of your mum and dad’s,” Angie took up the story.” It says that if they die in an accident on the road or in their home, which they were, you two as their sole heirs will receive from this company the sum of one hundred thousand pounds.”She let that sink in for a minute, and I grinned at the look on my sister’s face.”Oh, my God.”Then Angie finished it,”In respect of each of your parents.”Mickey’s eyes widened.”Wha… ?””That’s two hundred thousand pounds!””Yup,” Angie and I nodded our heads in unison.She flopped back down again.”That means we can afford the pub.””Yes,” I grinned, I hadn’t thought of that! ooOOooHe was punctual, arriving dead on time at eleven o’clock I asked him inside where the girls sat expectantly trying to hide their excitement, Mickey made us all tea, in spite of my protests.”She was badly hurt in the crash,” I explained.”Oh dear,” he said with genuine concern. “And are you fully recovered now miss?””Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.””Good, escort akbatı right down to business, may I see the death certificate first please?”I showed him the certificates, the coroner’s reports and the press cuttings of the crash.”We’ve already checked those sir,” he said with an embarrassed grin. “The internet you know, we receive details of every fatal accident in the country via the web. And your birth certificates sir and your’s madam?”We looked at each other in a panic, then Mickey smiled.”Dad’s desk,” she said, and I dashed into his study.It took a minute or two to find them, and I handed them over to him with a massive sigh of relief.Briefly, he examined both of them and passed them back.”Well that seems to conclude our business sir,” he said.”Oops, nearly forgot.”He fished in his briefcase and handed me a cheque.”It could never replace your parent’s sir, but it’s yours, I’ll bid you good day.”The whole thing had taken less than five minutes, and we were two hundred thousand pounds better off!”Jesus Christ!” I said in wonderment.Mickey was equally shocked, but all she could do was to stare at the cheque, Angie, however, found her vocal chords. She stood up and lit a cigarette.”Look you two, I know what you’ve both said to me, but this is getting a bit bloody silly, one minute I’m practically a prostitute. I’m in debt up to my ears, on drugs and on the slippery slope to oblivion, the next minute you’re throwing thousands of pounds at me, I’m not taking it, I can’t take it.”Her shoulders started to shake, and she covered her eyes with her hands.”I just can’t,” she sobbed.I had no idea what to say to her, how could I tell her that one day I hoped to marry her and that as far as I was concerned, she’d always be a part of Mickey and me! But thankfully my sister knew exactly what to do!THWACK!I flinched as Mickey’s open palm caught her right on the cheek, Angie’s eyes flew open, and she stared in shock!”You slapped me!””Yes I slapped you, you daft bitch, ask yourself, Angie, just fucking ask yourself how many people like Dave and me have you met in your life? Go on how fucking many?”I’d never seen Mickey so angry, her face was purple with rage, and she was trembling.”Mickey,” I said softly. I was worried about her.”No Dave, I’m okay, but look at her will you, we’re trying to help her, and she won’t have escort beylikdüzü it!”A thought struck me, something I’d said earlier and I grabbed Angie round the waist, I sat down quickly and pulled her onto my lap.Mickey’s face was a picture as Angie struggled and screamed at me.”No! Dave, no please don’t do this.”She kicked and beat at me with her fists, but I was adamant, there was no way I was letting her up.The first slap landed on her bottom, but her panties cushioned the blow somewhat, so Mickey pulled them off and scurried back round to hold her wrists.Thwack, and she screamed as my hand connected with her lovely little bottom.”I warned you didn’t I, I told you I’d spank you if there was any more of this fucking bull shit!””You bastard,” she hissed and screamed again as my hand connected.”I’ll sue you, I’ll have you in prison for assault.”Thwack, another scream, and another thwack.”You’re a rich and sexy young lady Angie,” I shouted above her sobs. “All you have to do is to say yes, there are no strings, none at all, so why are you such a fucking bitch?”Again and again, I smacked her bottom, gradually it turned from pink to red and equally gradually, it dawned on me that she’d stopped struggling.”Don’t stop Dave,” she said in a somewhat muffled voice, “I’m going to cum in a minute!”Turning my head away from her beautiful globes, I saw that she was kissing Mickey hungrily. Tongues entwined in each other’s mouths, she had a hand between my sister’s legs which were wide apart, she too looked as if she was about to cum.”Do it, Dave,” she hissed, “Fucking do it.”I spanked her again and made her cheeks quiver like jelly, she moaned in Mickey’s mouth as Mickey started to spasm.”Yes, again Dave, one more darling please just one more.”THWACK.It was a good one, drawing a scream from her mouth and just for good measure, I gave her one last slap. The timing was perfect, she let out a long drawn out sigh, and I felt the shock of her climax almost as if it had been mine!Mickey had climaxed too, but somewhat less noisily, she slumped back against the couch, legs still open and her eyes shining.”I’m not taking the money either Dave,” she giggled as she got on her knees and presented her gorgeous little bottom to me!Both of us cuddled a sobbing Angie then, but she was glowing too in the aftermath of her orgasm.”I’m sorry you guys,” she said softly. “It’s true what you said Mickey, I’ve never met anyone like you two before, it’s all a bit much to take in!””Well it’s happening babes, so let’s not hear any more of it at all, okay?””Okay,”Mickey kissed her and held her tightly.

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The afternoon’s sex with Sally had left me still aroused and excited, and I was looking forward to a little play with myself before dinner, but unfortunately when I got back to the room Matt was already back from his walk, so I decided I’d better leave that until afterwardsThat evening, when we went down to dinner, we saw Sally sitting by herself in the lounge with an orange juice.“Where’s your mum, Sally?” I asked.“You’re not going to believe this, but she’s not going to be back tonight,” said Sally with a big grin. “She phoned about an hour ago, and said she’d drunk so much wine with her friend Charlotte that she’s not in a fit state to drive back! So she’s going to stay over tonight, and hopefully she’ll have sobered up enough by tomorrow morning to drive back here.”My parents seemed to find this incredibly funny, and didn’t seem half as concerned at this disregard for Sally’s welfare as they probably should have.“Why don’t you join us for dinner?” said my Mum. “If you want to, that is.”“Aw, thanks, I’d love to,” said Sally. So my Mum went and sorted everything out with the dining room staff, and by the time we were ready to eat they’d somehow managed to squeeze another place-setting onto our table without Sally having to sit on anyone’s knee. My Dad and Matt told us about their walk, and I said that Sally and I had bumped into each other on the beach (without going into any details of what we’d got up to, obviously).After dinner, I was debating whether to go for a short stroll along the cliffs to watch the sunset, or go upstairs and diddle myself for a bit, when Sally sidled up and grabbed me by the arm.“Annie, can you come here a minute?” she asked.I was a bit puzzled. What could she want? I hoped she didn’t want my advice about some personal problem. I wasn’t very good at that sort of thing.“Matt and me, we’d like you to do something for us,” she said.“Erm, you’d better tell me what it is first,” I said.“We want you to film us having sex,” she said in a rush, blushing.Now that I hadn’t expected.“What – you want to make your own home porno movie?” I said, not sure whether to giggle or be shocked.“Yes. I mean, we were going to just point Matt’s little camcorder at the bed and do it like that. But then I wondered if you’d do it: since you’ve already seen us, and all that.”“Are you sure about this?” I said, deciding someone had to be sensible about the whole business and it was probably going to have to be me. “You’re going to have to be really careful how you look after it. I mean, you’re not planning to put it online or anything?”“Oh God no,” said bayan escort beylikdüzü Sally. “You know, we’ve already taken some photos, but it would be really hot to make a movie, just for us, for when the holiday’s over.”I must say, they weren’t hanging about. It took me ages before I agreed to let one of my boyfriends make a sex film of us, and I threatened to kill him if it ever got online. I still sometimes regret letting him persuade me to put some of my still photos on one of those “My Sexy Girlfriend” websites, and then seeing them spread all over the web like some kind of porno virus. Nor was I sure that making a home porno with someone you might not see again when the holiday’s over was such a good idea, but I reckoned I could make sure my brother kept his side of the bargain, and Sally would just have to be sensible.“Whose idea was this?” I asked out of interest. Sally was a dirty girl, for sure, but this sounded like a Matt idea.“Matt’s, I guess,” she confirmed. “But I thought of asking you to do the filming.”Served me right for seducing her on the beach, I suppose, and I guess I should have been flattered that she trusted me enough to ask. And when you look at all the home pornos on the net, a lot of the genuine ones do seem to have someone else holding the camera. They’re often the best ones too; able to do close-ups and all that.“Well, I guess if you’re going to do it, you might as well make a good job of it,” I said. “Ok, I’m up for it. When were you going to do this?”“I thought we should do it tonight,” said Sally. “While my Mum’s away. Than we can use our room and know we’re not going to be disturbed.”“You’re really sure she’s not going to change her mind and drive back in the middle of the night?” I worried. The “mother catching her daughter and boyfriend having sex” plotline might make for great porn, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be part of an unscripted version, especially if Abi decided not to get her kit off and join in, but got all angry about it instead.“Not by the way she sounded on the phone,” giggled Sally. “She’s really strict about not drinking and driving, and she’d obviously had more than a few too many even then.”“Ok,” I said. “Let’s do it. We’d better wait ‘til a bit later, in case my Mum and Dad wonder where we’ve gone. I’ll see you in your room at 11.”Sally smiled gleefully.“Ok,” she said. “I’ll go and tell Matt you’re up for it.”“And make sure the camcorder’s charged up,” I said. “We don’t want the battery running flat at the crucial moment.”…………….I extended my evening walk a bit escort bayan beylikdüzü to fill the time, so it was already 10:30 when I got back. I texted Matt to let him know I was on my way, and went straight up to Abi and Sally’s room. They were both lying on the double bed, cuddling and watching TV. Sally was wearing denim shorts and a white t-shirt under which I could see her bikini top. Matt had his swim shorts on, and a t-shirt as well.“Are you still sure you want to go through with this?” I asked. “No cold feet or anything?”“Hell no,” said Sally enthusiastically, “You don’t know how hard it was just waiting for you to get back.”“Have you thought about what you’re going to do?” I asked, while I reminded myself of the camcorder controls. “Or are you just going to start off and see how it goes?”Matt smiled. “We did talk a bit about it, and I guess we’ve got an idea.” He started to take his shirt off, but I stopped him.“Hold on,” I said “You don’t want to start off naked. It’s much more sexy watching people strip each other off. Just start as you are, and take things off as you go. That’ll be really hot.”Now that it came to it, neither of them seemed to quite know how to get started. Sally giggled.“This feels weird,” she said.“Just get on with it,” I said. “Pretend I’m not here. Start off by kissing or something. And try and make it sexy, but natural too.”“Okay, Steven Spielberg,” said Sally. She held out her arms and draped them around Matt’s shoulders. Almost tentatively, he put his hands around her waist and began to kiss her. I focused on their two mouths clamped together, lips sliding backwards and forwards, tongues starting to get to work as they became more aroused. Sally nibbled gently at Matt’s lower lip, and he pulled her closer against his body.As they kissed, Matt’s hands slipped up underneath the front of Sally’s t-shirt, pushing it up and revealing her tanned stomach. She had her arms around his neck, and I could see their tongues locked together. Already they seemed to have forgotten the camera was there, although just then Sally’s eyes flicked over to where I was standing, pointing the camera at their faces.Sally took her arms from around Matt’s neck and raised them up, letting him pull her t-shirt up over her head. She was wearing the same little bikini top as earlier in the day, and memories flashed through my mind of taking it off earlier that afternoon, of taking her nipples in my mouth.I had to force myself to concentrate as my brother kissed down Sally’s neck towards the tops of her breasts, kayaşehir escort barely contained by the cups of the bikini. He kissed over them, teasing with his tongue, and I watched as one hand slipped inside the left-hand cup, stroking at the breast inside. I zoomed in the camera as his hand pushed the cup off, revealing the soft firm mound of flesh with its pink little nipple, hard as a pebble. He moved his mouth over to it, his lips closing over the firm bud, and I heard Sally sigh with pleasure as he began to play with it with his lips: kissing, sucking, licking, gently biting.It was so arousing watching them: I really wanted to touch myself, but I needed both hands to hold the camera steady. I could tell that my own nipples were tingling; aroused and wanting to be sucked.Matt turned to her other breast, pushing the bikini cup off that one too. Sally reached behind her and pulled on the bow, letting the bikini top slide off. She held Matt’s head as he moved from one breast to the other; she was biting her lip and breathing heavily. She reached down and pulled his t-shirt off too. Both topless now, they kissed again, her bare tits pressed against his chest.Still sitting on the bed, Sally reached for Matt’s shorts. I looked down, and could see the bulge of his cock inside them, already hard. Sally began to tug at the waistband, and he raised himself up to let her pull it down. He wasn’t wearing any briefs, and his erection sprang straight out, his purple knob-head already standing up cleanly. I smiled as I remembered watching his cum spurt out from it only the night before. I hoped he had plenty more left for tonight.Matt sat down again and kicked his shorts right off. Now he was totally naked, although Sally still had her little shorts on. She knelt between his knees. His cock gave a little leap, and she reached out and took it in her hand. She looked over at the camera with a smile, and bent her head down. She was such a tease: instead of taking it in her mouth at once, she breathed on it gently, then just tickled it with her tongue. Matt groaned.“Oh fuck, Sally,” he gasped.Taking pity on him, she began to lick up and down his shaft, and I zoomed in the camera to focus on the trail of saliva she left on his now rock-hard length. Taking it in her hand, she licked round the shiny knob, and Matt breathed in sharply at the feel of her tongue tickling over it. She placed her lips round the tip and slowly lowered her head over it, taking it inch by inch into her mouth. As she paused for a moment, I could see her cheeks sucking in as she slurped on it like a hot lolly. She began to go up and down on his cock, fucking her mouth with it, and each time she went down she took it deeper into her throat. She looked straight at me as she finally took the final inch, her lips buried in his pubic hair. She couldn’t exactly smile, but her eyes were sparkling and alive.

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