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Ben and Lindsay: Incest Getaway

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Ben Walker smiled as he walked outside and breathed in the country air. Ben and his sister Lindsay had just arrived at a cabin in the woods for a week long getaway and it was beautiful.

Ben and Lindsay were the guests of Trent and Marisa Clifton, the son and daughter (also twins) of the wealthiest family in town. The four hadn’t always been close but Trent and Marisa were persistent and wouldn’t take no for an answer. They had promised a week of relaxation and partying with a group of their well-to-do friends.

Ben and Lindsay weren’t well off like Trent and Marisa; their upbringing had been very different. Their father spent the majority of their childhood in and out of jail and their lives. Their mother tried her best as a single mother but struggled to hold down a job which in turn led to struggles with alcohol. Simply put, Ben and Lindsay were from the wrong side of the tracks.

For the majority of their childhood they had been picked on by the Trent’s and Marisa’s of the world. Their family history and social status made them constant targets for exclusion and ridicule. As a result, they were very close. Ben and Lindsay spent a lot of time together; they were best friends who had no secrets. Lindsay often fell asleep beside her brother in his pullout bed in the living room because he was the one person she could trust completely and the one person who provided comfort in a world where she struggled to find any.

Likewise, Ben loved every moment he spent with his sister. They had spent many nights talking late into the night about their plans for the future, all of which involved them striking out into the world together.

At 19, Ben was older than his sister by 12 months and took his role as protective big brother very seriously. Their bullies had learned the physical approach no longer worked on the siblings as Ben filled out. Unfortunately for Ben and Lindsay their bullies soon learned mental torment brought them even more satisfaction.

That’s why Ben and Lindsay were so surprised when six months ago Trent and Marisa extended them an olive branch, claiming they wanted to make amends. Trent and Marisa were the same age as Ben and had been quite cruel growing up. However, to their credit, they had tried very hard to make up for their actions when they were younger.

The Clifton family cabin was quite large and really more of a mansion secluded in the woods than a cabin. Ben and Lindsay had come up early with the twins to set up.

Lindsay was more excited than Ben for the week away. She had always yearned to be accepted and saw the week as a chance to achieve that. She knew she could talk Ben into it as he never could say no to her.

Lindsay walked outside to join her brother, “it’s beautiful up here isn’t it?”

“It really is sis,” Ben said as he turned around.

It was at that moment that Marisa joined them, “and not another soul around for miles, just us.”

“Thanks again for inviting us,” Lindsay gushed, “this place is great.”

The three walked inside where Trent was already making some margaritas.

“So when will everyone else arrive?” Ben asked.

“The group is actually coming up tomorrow afternoon, Mar and I thought the four of us could have our own mini party tonight, a sibling kickoff to the week,” Trent replied.

“Works for me!” Lindsay exclaimed as she and Marisa each grabbed a drink, clinked glasses and downed their first round.

Ben smirked as he watched his sister indulge. She’d always been the more outgoing of the two of them. Whereas Ben built up walls Lindsay continued to put herself out on a limb.

Lindsay was very attractive but that didn’t help keep the bullies away while she was in school, if anything, it attracted them. The popular girls didn’t take kindly to the pretty ‘poor girl’ stealing attention away from them and hated when their boyfriends called her ‘rich girl hot.’ She was of medium height with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, a soft round face with green eyes, a button nose, pouty lips and tanned skin. Her defining feature was her breasts, they weren’t huge but they were far from small. They were a solid C cup and appeared to be perfectly molded to her body with just the right amount of bounce and firmness. While they attracted stares from boys in school as she matured they were also a source of ridicule when she went through a growth spurt when she was younger and their mother couldn’t afford new clothes.

Ben had always considered himself to be average on the attractive scale and readily admitted his sister got all the looks in the family. Like his sister he blossomed as he got older and went to great lengths to get in shape. Lindsay knew how her brother viewed himself and went out of her way to comment on how handsome he was. It was important to her that he hear it from someone, he was her big brother, her protector, her best friend and the most important person in the world to her. Ben stood over six feet tall with brown wavy hair, blue eyes, a firm jaw and a trim but solid build. He didn’t have washboard abs but Casibom he had an unassuming strength.

Ben grabbed a beer and was about to crack it open when Trent asked him if he wanted a margarita.

“Yeah! Ben! Have a margarita, not a boring old beer!” Lindsay cheered from across the kitchen.

Marisa giggled at Lindsay and then joined her, “yeah, put down that boring old beer Ben!”

Ben chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as he and Trent shared a look, “what’s a guy to do?” Trent said as he handed Ben a drink.

Ben grabbed the drink and the four clinked glasses once more, and that was the last thing he remembered before everything went black.

~

“Ugh, what the hell happened…” Ben said to himself as he groggily woke up.

His head pounded and his eyesight was blurry as he started to wake up. Ben raised his body to sit up, but was met with resistance.

He tried to rub his eyes but again was met with resistance. It was then he realized he was tied to a bed.

“What the fuck?” he asked himself. “HELLO!! Anyone!! HELLO!”

Slowly his vision got less and less blurry as he struggled to free himself on the bed.

“Hello! Anyone! I need help! ANYONE!”

Ben looked around the room and tried to determine where he was. The room was unfamiliar but the décor looked somewhat familiar.

“Am I still at the cabin?” he asked aloud as he pulled on his bonds again.

It was at that point that Trent Clifton walked in the room, “indeed you are Ben, indeed you are.”

Ben looked at Trent, “what the fuck man! What’s going on?!”

Trent looked at Ben but ignored his question. Instead, he turned to his right as the door opened even wider and Marisa walked in guiding a very groggy Lindsay.

“I told you it was a good idea to tie him up, look at him struggle!” Trent said as he looked at his twin sister.

Marisa’s eyes twinkled as she looked at Ben, “I like it when they struggle,” she teased.

Ben looked at his sister, “Lindsay! Are you ok! Lindsay! I swear if you gu-…”

“Oh relax” Trent said as he waved his hand at Ben while Marisa sat Lindsay down and tied her to a chair, “she’s fine.”

Ben struggled with his bonds even more but it only succeeded in the rope digging deeper into his wrists.

“Where am I?” Lindsay asked quietly.

“Lindsay? Lindsay! It’s me Ben, I’m right here!”

Trent and Marisa cackled as they watched Ben, “It’s so cute how you look out for her,” Marisa smirked.

Lindsay started to get her wits about her as she looked where she was and where her brother was, “Ben? What’s going on?” she asked as fear creeped into her voice.

“What’s going on,” Trent started, “is we’re going to have some fun.”

Marisa smiled as she looked at Lindsay and sauntered over to sit on the bed beside Ben. She started to play with his hair as she talked, “my brother and I have a confession to make,” she started as she played with his hair and stroked his cheek softly.

“Stop touching me!” Ben yelled as he shook his head and struggled. “Let us go!”

Marisa giggled and bit her lip, “he’s a fighter, I love fighters.” Marisa ignored Ben as she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I wonder if you’ll put that energy to use correctly…”

“Get away from him!” Lindsay screeched as Marisa toyed with her brother.

Trent rolled his eyes, “either you guys can calm down and listen or we’ll come back later.”

“Or you could just untie us, you asshole,” Ben spat.

Marisa cackled with glee and clapped her hands, she gave Ben an unwanted soft peck on the lips before standing up, “he’s feisty,” she cooed.

“We’ll come back later,” Trent said as he turned to leave.

Ben and Lindsay watched them take a few steps then Lindsay yelled out, “WAIT!! Just tell us what this is so we can get it over with.”

Treat and Marisa turned around with smiles on their faces, “finally a sensible response,” Trent said dryly.

Trent pulled out a chair and made a point of exaggerating while he sat down, as if he was a villain in a movie.

“As my dear sister was saying, we’re going to have some fun. You see, we never much cared for you two, you were so resilient and loyal to one another, it was sickening,” Trent started.

Marisa moved over to Lindsay and started to toy with her now, “I mean really,” she said as she picked up for her brother, “you two are so close it’s like you live 24/7 in a TV movie.”

“So,” Trent continued as he picked up for his sister as she played with Lindsay’s bangs, “we made each other a bet. I bet Marisa we could turn you two into depraved animals by the end of the week. If I’m wrong, I’ll pay her $1, but if I’m right…”

“I’ll let him fuck me,” Marisa said, letting the comment hang in the air. She leaned in to whisper in Lindsay’s ear, “He’s been trying to get in my pants forever.”

Ben and Lindsay were shocked, “this makes no sense!” Ben yelled.

Trent and Marisa only response was to laugh.

“What do you mean by depraved animals?” Lindsay asked.

Marisa Casibom Giriş moaned softly, “good question sugar bear!” she said in a mocking tone.

Marisa walked over to her brother and let him wrap his arm around her, “by the end of the week you’re going to be fucking each other like the desperate, poor pieces of shit you were meant to be,” Trent smirked.

Ben shook his head, “but she just said YOU want to fuck HER!”

“We know what WE are. We’re rich and can do whatever we want. Depravity is part of the game! Do you know what it’s like to have your every wish granted, and feel unfulfilled because two poor grunts enjoy their nothing more than our something!?!” Trent said with anger and indignation.

Marisa bent over and flashed Ben her tits, “So we’re going to bring you down to our level.”

Lindsay looked at the girl she thought was her friend, “Why are you doing this? It seems like you want to help him! You’ll lose the bet!?!”

Marisa smiled, “honey, I’m going to fuck him one way or the other. $1 isn’t much of a prize. You two are the real prize. The bet is just the cherry on top.”

Ben struggled with his bonds even more, shaking the bed but not doing much else.

“You’re not going to get free unless we untie you, you big idiot,” Trent scoffed. “You’re just making them tighter.”

Ben sighed, Trent was right. For all his struggling, he’d done himself no good.

“What makes you think we’re just going to go along with your plan?” asked Lindsay. “You may want to fuck your brother but I don’t.”

Marisa smirked, “oh really? I see the way you two look at each other. Don’t tell me you haven’t wanted to suck that big worm he’s hiding in those jeans…”

“I don’t!” exclaimed Lindsay.

Ben picked up for his sister, “this is kidnapping! This is illegal! You won’t get away with this and you can’t force us!”

Trent laughed again, “You guys agreed to come up here, remember? No one else is actually coming up, it’s just the four of us for a week and by the end of it, believe me, we’ll have enough on you to keep you silent.”

Ben shook his head, “you won’t get away with this. The second you untie me I’m going to kick your ass and I don’t think either of you have the guts to take this all the way.”

Trent scoffed again, “What? Murder? Get over yourself poor boy; I’m not going to risk my future over YOU.”

Trent stepped forward where an evil look appeared on his face, “how stupid do you two think we are? We’ve planned this out to a tee. It started with the olive branch to make amends, which you fell for hook line and sinker.”

“And it continued by helping you get your mother a job at our father’s company,” Marisa continued with a cruel smile of her own on her face now. “Brother dear, would daddy hesitate to fire Mama Walker if we asked him?”

“No he wouldn’t.”

Marisa turned to Lindsay, “and what were you telling me right after she got the job? That you were behind on the mortgage and needed it or you’d lose your house?” Marisa grinned as a chill ran down Ben and Lindsay’s spines.

Marisa stared a hole through Lindsay and then Ben. “If you don’t fuck your brother, and if you don’t fuck your sister, we will ruin your mother’s life.” She smirked, “I wonder if she’ll hit the bottle again hard if she loses the house.”

Lindsay looked at her brother as tears started to fall down her cheeks, “Ben? Help, please…” she pleaded.

The look his sister gave him broke his heart; Ben fought the urge to cry himself as he looked up at Trent and Marisa as they cackled with delight.

Trent walked over to Ben as he was tied down on the bed, “we’re going to take everything that defines you and use it to break you.”

“Too proud to be shamed over your pathetic existence? Fuck each other or we ruin your mother,” he said. “We’ll even pay you for the experience, how would $50,000 sound to fuck your sister and save your family?”

Trent then walked over to Lindsay as she sobbed silently, his hand sliding over her smooth skin, “you know, I always wanted a piece of your sister…”

Ben struggled in vain against his bonds, “don’t you dare touch her or I’ll-…”

“There’s the Ben Walker rage, right on cue,” Trent smirked. “If you don’t fuck your sister, I will. Would you like that?”

Trent looked at Lindsay, “would you like that?” he chuckled as his hand moved over her soft skin.

Lindsay shuddered and looked up at him, spitting in his face, “over my dead body.”

Trent smiled and wiped the spit away, tasting it with glee. “Don’t be so dramatic, you won’t have to even touch me, just fuck your big brother.”

“What about me?” asked Marisa with a mock pout. “If she won’t fuck her brother like a good sister, can I?”

Trent smiled, “of course sister dear” he said as he moved over to kiss her soft lips.

“Mmmm goodie,” Marisa said as she kissed her brother and then reached down to grab a strap-on, “I like to fuck as much as I get fucked!” she cackled.

The enormity of the situation came crashing down on Ben, Casibom Yeni Giriş his shoulders slumped as his sister sobbed.

“I think we’ve made our point,” Trent said.

“To prove we’re not all bad we’re even going to untie you, I trust you won’t act out or try to do something brave,” he said as he reached down and pulled out his phone to show them pictures of Ben and Lindsay posed together naked in compromising positions from when they were knocked out.

“Do we have an understanding? You try to hurt us, you try to run, you disobey and we will ruin your lives and your mother’s life.”

Ben sighed and nodded, there was nothing else to do. Even if he was planning on doing something, now wasn’t the time, “we have an understanding.”

“Ben?…” Lindsay looked at her brother with fear.

“It’s ok Lindsay, we’ll get through it. I’ll take care of you.”

“Yeah you will,” Marisa mocked.

Trent moved over to Lindsay and then Ben, untying them both. “You two rest up, the fun starts tonight.”

Ben stood up and rubbed his wrists as his sister ran over to him and into his arms. The siblings hugged fiercely as Trent and Marisa turned to leave the room, closing the door behind them.

“What are we going to do?” asked Lindsay.

Ben sighed, “I don’t know Linds, we’ll go along with it for now, there’s nothing else we can do.”

“You mean you’d actually…” she started before trailing off.

Ben hugged his sister tightly and stroke her hair softly, “let’s not think about that for now, let’s just be glad we’re safe and we’re together.”

Ben and Lindsay lay back on the bed, Lindsay curling up beside her brother, not wanting to leave an inch between them.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” he whispered.

Lindsay started to cry again softly as she laid her head on her brother’s chest, “I won’t let them hurt you or embarrass you by fucking your ass with that big strap-on either,” she sniffled.

“I don’t care about that,” Ben said as he wiped away his sister’s tears.

“It’s all or nothing Ben, you heard them. They won’t let you take the only punishment,” Lindsay pulled herself closer to her brother as she started to calm down in her brother’s arms.

“I love you Linds,” Ben said.

“I love you too B,” Lindsay replied.

Ben and Lindsay laid together on the bed, their minds racing and their hearts pounding, both pondering how far they’d both go in the name of love.

~

Lindsay and Ben spent the entire day in their room even though they could have left it. The twins brought them lunch and dinner but they didn’t feel like socializing.

Lindsay was curled up against her brother when Trent and Marisa entered the room for the start of the evening fun.

“Awwww, how cute. Big brother is holding little sister close,” Marisa mocked. She walked over to Lindsay and whispered in her ear, “you want to fuck him raw, I can tell…” she teased.

Marisa pulled away from Lindsay as Trent cleared his throat, “alright, you’ve had enough time to think about what we want and the consequences. Time to begin. Strip, both of you. Naked.”

Ben and Lindsay looked at each other and then compiled, they had agreed they would do what they were told on the small requests and save the battles for the bigger demands. Fighting everything wouldn’t help their cause.

They both stood up and turned their backs to one another.

“No,” barked Trent, “strip each other.”

Ben and Lindsay turned around to face each other, Lindsay’s heart pounded as she looked up at her brother and felt him start to pull up her t-shirt. She actually stepped closer to him as he undid her bra, allowing her perfectly plump breasts to spill free. Lindsay didn’t want the twins to see her, even if she knew it was inevitable.

“God, look at them, they’re amazing,” Trent said softly.

Ben tried to shield his sister’s breasts from the twins as best he could but as he did, she rubbed them against him and much to his chagrin, his erection was starting to grow.

Ben and Lindsay kept their gaze on one another as his hands moved down her body to unzip her shorts. The room was so quiet her short shorts sounded like an anvil when they hit the floor.

Ben decided to leave his sister’s panties on for now as she started to strip him. Lindsay felt her brother’s growing hard-on and it filled her with a strange sense of pride. She turned her back to Trent and Marisa as she took off his shorts and then his jeans, allowing his tented boxers to come into full view.

Lindsay heard Marisa moan when she saw it. “Did we forget to mention? We crushed up some Viagra into your dinner,” she cackled.

Ben hung his head in shame as his cock grew harder and harder. Lindsay bit her lip and felt terrible for her brother, “its ok” she mouthed.

“Take off your panties,” Trent ordered, “I want to see your bare cunt when you bend over to take off his boxers.

Ben and Lindsay paused for a moment and shared a look, “I’m waiting!” Trent hollered.

“It’s ok,” Lindsay repeated as she stepped out of her panties.

“Mmmm fuck yeah,” Trent grunted. “Now bend over.”

Lindsay lewdly bent over and then fell to her knees as she pulled her brother’s boxers down; she pulled it slowly allowing his hard cock to pop out.

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Part 6: Julie Goes to the Islands

Julie arrived in Myrtle Beach a changed woman. Her trip had changed her life. Julie had changed somewhat mentally, but the physical change was totally engulfing and could not be reversed even if Julie would dream of going back to the other world.

Ben was noticeably elated when the limo dropped Julie off at the house on Sunday evening. He had been thinking of nothing but Julie since she had called him from the airport. But when she stepped from the limo in that short white skirt, loose flowing short top and sandals he almost exploded. Obviously Julie had spent a lot of time in Caribbean sun. Her already flawless body was now a deep golden brown, all the way up to her clean-shaven pussy. When Julie stepped from the limo she was sure to allow Ben a good look up her skirt, and was very pleased with the effect it had on his manhood that she had been craving so much.

When Ben encased her in his strong arms, Julie thought she would faint dead away. The touch of his skin, the warmth of his mouth and the feel of his right thigh pressed against her now wet mound pushed Julie to an almost orgasm. Ben then scooped her up and carried her into the house and began to relish in the return of his wife.

Ben was all questions about her trip. Julie had been very busy while there and they had talked very little.

Julie began her story very calmly.

When she arrived at the airport she was greeted by her boss Rita. Along side Rita were a young man, a young woman, and one other woman Julie guessed to be about her age. Rita introduced the young ones to Julie as Bill and Sally, her and her husband’s adopted children, and Mia their nanny. Julie immediately began to notice the aura surrounding her traveling companions, but come to think of it, this had actually began while she was on the way to the airport in the limo.

Julie realized immediately the driver was interested in much more than driving. He had kept her every move in his sight from the time they moved away from the house. Julie feeling a bit sexy in her black outfit had only heightened his interest by moving and almost posing constantly. She crossed and uncrossed her long shapely legs giving her driver a complete view of her pussy lips more than once. She had leaned over to ask him a question giving him complete access of view all the way down her blouse. She remembered the feeling she had about the way he caressed her body with his eyes, but it was very evident there just as well could have been a sheet of bulletproof glass between them. He did not advance. He just caressed her body with his eyes.

Julie was very curious. She began to size up this group.

Bill was what looked to be twenty or twenty-one, medium height, and with a muscular build. One of the main things she noticed was the length and size of his fingers. She wondered if that old adage would prove true. Or better yet would she experience those hands on her body.

Sally was what she believed to be nineteen or twenty. She was not as tall as her older brother. Sally had a look about her. Julie felt as though Sally was sizing her up at the same time she was sizing up Sally.

The nanny, Mia was the most curious. She had a wide eyed look from her large brown almond shaped eyes. Her whole demeanor was that of server rather than teacher/mentor.

Their mode of dress was interesting also. Bill was obviously a cowboy. He sported tight starched Wranglers that very well outlined a nice package between his legs. His shirt was equally starched and had several sponsor embroidery logos. His hat had that look of being worn at all times. His buckle was large and had All Around Champion lettered on the top and his name engraved at the bottom.

Sally was actually casually dressed in short denim skirt, short top, and sandals. Her legs were muscular and her breasts were well developed. Julie noticed that during the time she had been there both of Sally’s nipples had come to attention revealing she was wearing no bra. Julie wondered if she was wearing anything else under that very short skirt.

Sally seemed to be squirming slightly and could not keep her eyes off of Julie. But even more interesting she could not keep her hands off of Mia.

Mia was dressed in a short cotton dress that was almost transparent. Her dark nipples were very visible and at times, depending on the position of her legs, Julie thought she could see her dark vulva located beautifully atop her long shapely tanned legs.

They all had the look of wealth and the look of much time spent frolicking in the sun.

Rita, as Julie, was dressed in a tailored suit. Hers was more of a gray pinstripe. Julie noticed she also had on a very sexy silky top that perfectly adorned her large free breasts as they moved about. Like Sally, Rita’s nipples were very much at attention peeking from around the opening of her suit jacket.

Julie’s curiosity was definitely at attention; her mind ran wild with the possibilities Casibom that stood there before her.

After they boarded the private jet each of her traveling companions began moving about and arranging their obviously well used areas.

Rita moved to the rear of the plane and disappeared into what Julie surmised was her private bedroom/office.

Again Julie was interested in the manner Sally could not keep her hands off of Mia. She constantly was holding to her arm and when she thought Julie was not looking, she would either grasp her beautiful round tight buttock or rub her hand up and down her leg.

Bill moved to a desk area where he sat down and powered up his computer. Looking over her shoulder, Julie could see he was checking the futures market and also read some of his e-mails.

Mia shook herself loose from Sally long enough to come over and try and get Julie situated. She made Julie feel more comfortable pointing out an available computer and inviting her to let herself down and get comfortable. They would be airborne in a few minutes and their flight would be several hours long.

Julie kicked out of her heels, and removed her suit jacket. Immediately she felt she was somewhat on display. All eyes were on her, she even felt Rita was watching her every move.

Mia asked Julie if she would like a drink of any kind and also was she hungry. Julie replied a Bailey’s would be nice and a toasted bagel with cream cheese would really hit the spot.

Sally was really beginning to get more obvious and more amorous with Mia. As Mia walked past Sally toward the galley, Sally placed her hand on Mia’s right side inner thigh just above her hem line. Mia stopped and when she looked down at Sally their eyes locked and Sally began to ease her hand upwards toward Mia’s gorgeous pleasure zone. Even though Mia was mostly facing away from Julie, she could see the mutual desire passing between these two gorgeous females. Sally’s hand moved further and further up that gorgeous tanned leg to a point that her entire leg was visible and the lower part of her naked pussy lips were showing. There were no panties there. Julie was mesmerized. All else around her ceased to be of any importance. Julie was totally engrossed in this situation unfolding before her.

Mia leaned down and sucked Sally’s tongue completely into her mouth and what seemed like half way down her throat. Sally now grasped Mia’s right side pussy lip and began to massage it into her leg. Mia began to get week kneed and grasped Sally’s head with both hands.

Julie began to squirm around and could feel her nipples harden against her skimpy bra. Her own pussy began to ache and she knew how wet she was by the warmth she felt swelling and how much she wanted to ram her own fingers into her pleasure patch between her legs.

This was all interrupted when Julie felt something touch her shoulder and could hear someone talking to her. She snapped her head around to find Bill standing there grinning, looking at Julie then at Mia and Sally. When Mia heard Bill talking and turned to see him watching them she pulled from Sally and forced her dress back down and covered her now sopping wet lower lips.

Julie now realized Bill’s large right hand was on her near bare shoulder. He was asking her what type of movie she would like to watch while they were penned up in this flying bus.

The only thing at this moment Julie could think about was getting as many of those long fat fingers up her pleasure pot, either one of them.

Bill was still grinning, and when Julie turned more toward him, his Wrangler clad package was right in front of her face.

Julie glanced away just in time to see Mia and Sally disappear into the galley. Oh boy! What do I do now alone here with this huge dick in my face? Julie turned back and now lifted her red cheeked face to meet Bill’s dancing eyes. Julie now was afraid there was a wet spot on the back of her dress. All of this happening around her had made her feel totally engrossed.

Before this went any further, Julie turned to see Mia exiting the galley with her Bailey’s and bagel. She was also trying to get her dress back down. This was quite the undertaking since both her hands were full and she was obviously in a state of sheer ecstasy. While her hands were still full, Bill reached out and cupped her left breast with his huge right hand. Julie thought Mia was going to collapse right there. The only reason Julie did not collapse was she was still sitting.

Mia placed the items on the table and made a half-hearted effort to escape Bill’s grasp. As she tried to pull away Bill tightened his grasp leaning more toward her. Julie now felt something hard against her shoulder, and when she turned to see what it was she realized Bill’s dick was almost busting the seams of his Wranglers and now was inches from her mouth.

Julie licked her lips and now placed her right hand around the back of Bill’s left upper thigh just below his gorgeous Casibom Giriş ass. She was gushing now. Mia finally pulled free from Bill, so he turned his attention to Julie. Since she had placed her hand around his thigh, he reached down and placed the palm of his huge right hand on the back of Julie’s head and pulled her mouth into his manhood.

Julie could not resist. She placed her free left hand on this enormous bulge. Bill released most of the pressure from Julie’s head. Julie now had one hand caressing Bill’s muscular thigh and the other rubbing and caressing his huge man-tool.

When she mustered the courage to look up again, Bill was still smiling. He calmly nodded toward his engorged dick and nudged her head closer to his body.

Julie could feel the blood rushing toward her face. Her face felt exactly as her swollen gushing pussy felt, hot and wanting something crammed inside.

With a slight noise from behind, both Sally and Mia exited the galley. Mia’s dress was slightly wrinkled and it was noticeably wet in the front. Sally’s skirt was still up over her hips, she was trying to get it back down where it belonged as they walked toward the twosome they had left alone.

Bill slowly backed away from Julie and she looked back into his eyes trying to encourage him to come back and let her have his body.

When the two girls got back to them they each took Julie by an arm and lifted her from her comfortable chair. Once she was up each of them grasped the bottom of her top and lifted it up and over her head. There she stood in her skirt and very skimpy bra. Both her right and left side hard nipples were showing completely above the material.

Bill reached over and clamped her right nipple between his left index and middle finger, rubbing the end of that nipple with his huge thumb.

Mia had found the zipper of her skirt, and when she slid it down it took only a slight tug and Julies skirt was piled around her feet.

She stepped out.

One quick flip of Sally’s hand found both of Julie’s breasts leaping out of their skimpy entrapment.

There she was standing naked in front of these three wondering what they could possibly have in mind.

Bill continued to grin as he trapped Julie’s eyes back into his gaze.

She realized what he was doing with his hands, but could hardly drag her eyes from his gaze. She finally forced herself to look down just as Bill’s pants opened and his huge cock leapt outward and toward the three women standing before him. He continued his strip by peeling his Wranglers down and kicking them aside. He unbuttoned his shirt and slowly slid one arm and then the other out of each sleeve. After tossing it aside, Bill now stood there naked for Julie’s enjoyment.

Her mouth was slathering. She wanted this young stud to pound her until she could not walk, and fuck her mouth until she could not talk. Julie was so enthralled in this episode her juices were running down the inside of both her thighs, her pussy was aching, and her tiny brown button was quivering.

The girls now eased Julie backward into her chair. They clamped both of her arms to the arms of the chair, then reclined it to a point she was flat on her back looking up at them.

They grasped her legs and forced them apart slightly and clamped them down. As soon as she was secure the chair began to move again, it pushed upward from the bottom allowing her vulva to be thrust upward and completely vulnerable.

Julie was losing it now. Even though she was actually passing in and out with violent lust, she was becoming concerned with what they were really about to do to her.

As she looked to her right she saw Mia remove her dress. She was nothing short of gorgeous. Long shapely legs, large breasts with huge near black nipples, and tight waste and ass. Her long black hair she now pulled back in a pony tail like she was preparing to get busy. When she looked to her left she saw Sally peel her top off of those young hard breasts that were straining for attention. Sally slowly unbuttoned the button fly on her denim skirt. It fell to the floor.

Bill moved in closer and slightly eased her legs further apart. Sally took the left and Mia took the right. They pulled them apart as the chair forced her vulva further up toward Bill and his tongue that was now coming toward her twat.

But then he stopped. Julie could not believe this. She was accustomed to being the one in control, the one making the decisions. She was really becoming concerned. That is, with the brain cells still able to think logically. Her entire body was screaming FUCK ME NOW!

As soon as she had finished her thought her chair began to move again. It was slowly separating and spreading her legs further apart and was moving in from the feet forcing her knees up.

By this time her pussy could only be described as engorged and soaked. She wanted that hard enormous dick crammed so far up her pussy it choked her.

Julie Casibom Yeni Giriş felt the lips of her pussy being opened. She began to feel a sort of relief. Then she felt the head of Bills huge dick enter the outer folds of her engorged pussy. He steadily pushed until he was entirely sunk into her tight pussy, then he just stayed there. Julie could hardly believe it, this huge dick was splitting her wide open and he was just standing there with her penned to the chair.

When she started pushing and fucking this cock she felt herself begin to loose all control of her body. The girls released their grips of her legs, and then began to release her from the tie downs of the chair.

When she was released Bill slightly leaned backward and Julie raised and clamped to his chest as if he had raised her with his dick. When her breasts came in contact with his chest she wrapped her legs around his waist and began fucking Bill for all she was worth. He then started to slowly move toward the large couch that now had been extended to a larger than king sized bed.

Ben maneuvered around and lowered himself onto the bed flat on his back.

The main trouble they had was getting Julie’s legs unlocked so he could lie down.

Julie was lost in the moment. There was not a single molecule of Julie’s pussy that was not touching dick. Every fold was stretched out and the bottom had been reached many times even prior to her being on top and Bill forcing this missile deeper into her chute.

Julie knew Mia and Sally could not be far away, but she was so engorged by this huge dick she did not really care where they were. Suddenly she felt someone pushing her from the back. Someone was trying to get her to lay forward. She gave into the pressure and allowed her body to be pushed down against Bill’s chest.

The feel of his hot chest against her now nearly raw feeling nipples only sent Julie more over the edge.

As Julie kept fucking this enormous cock, she could feel her juice starting to build. She really could not remember such a feeling from her pussy. There was pain because this cock was so big, but there was so much pleasure the pain was pushed aside.

Oh my God! As if nothing could make this any better, Julie could now feel someone’s tongue begin to slowly circle her tiny clinched second hole. Now the tongue was inside her. Was she going to pass out? She could only buck on this dick and push back against this hot tongue.

Then all at once the tongue was removed and lubricant was being poured all over her gorgeous vulnerable ass. As the liquid ran down her crack to her button a huge finger circled and now was inserted all the way into this private crevice.

When Julie turned to see what was happening behind her, she was shocked to see Jose the chauffer standing behind her naked, his huge dick in his right hand, and now was forcing the middle and index fingers of his left hand up her ass. She was somewhat scared at this thought. Her entire lower female cavity was filled with Bill’s enormous tool. Did they really think she could take this monster at the same time?

When Julie started to rise up, the girls grasped her arms and pushing on the back of her shoulders penning her down against Bill’s chest.

Then she heard someone say that it was time.

Julie felt the head of Jose’s dick enter the outer most part of her ass. She was still fucking Bill’s dick and was barely able to remember where she was, but this intrusion into her tiny bung hole was almost more than she could stand. Jose applied only slow steady pressure applying more and more lubricant. Julie’s movement on Bill’s dick was more than enough action to slowly allow this sausage to enter her body.

Once he hit bottom and started to fuck Julie at the same rhythm she was fucking Bill, an awakening was arising in her body from her head to the tips of her toes. Julie thought she was as full of cock as she could be. Then another hand grasped a hand full of her auburn hair and pulled her head back and up. Standing there in front of Julie with his dick in his hand was Dan, Ben’s older brother!

Julie’s mind was now spinning out of control. What was he doing here? Then with a lustful grin on his face he began parting Julie’s lips with his swollen member. Julie had no choice but to give in and take his dick into her mouth and almost down her throat.

She was still fucking Bill’s dick, Jose was drilling her ass with a tempo indicating her ass would shortly be filled with Latino cream, and the head of Dan’s dick was swelling in her mouth about to explode cum down her throat.

Dan had released his grip on Julie’s hair and she could see he was now ravaging Mia’s pussy with his right hand and Sally’s pussy and ass with his left hand.

This pushed her over the edge. From the depths of her belly she began to come apart. She encompassed an orgasm like no other. Each of her holes was crammed full of dick-to the maximum.

These two women were screaming in orgasm, and now she felt jism squirt and ooze from her ass and her pussy. Just before Dan let his cum escape his body, he pulled his engorged dick from her mouth and sprayed it all over her face and in her hair. Julie lost consciousness.

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Danny hadn’t meant to do it. After all, this was Brenda, his closest friend and next-door-neighbor with whom he had grown up. Both being only children, they considered themselves pseudo-siblings. But in eighteen years neither had ever touched each other intimately.

And yet, today, as he was helping her spread sunscreen on her back, his fingers had made contact with the sides of her breasts. He trembled and dropped the sunscreen on the ground.

“Danny Bernard, what do you think that you are doing?” Brenda asked him, trying to hide the satisfied grin on her face. “You’re not finished yet. Why have you stopped? Do you want my back to get all sunburned? Pick up that sunscreen and finish my back.” She had no intention of telling Danny that his touching the sides of her tits was exactly what she wanted.

Brenda Porter was just two years old when her family had bought the house next to the Bernards house. By the time they were in second grade, Brenda had decided that she loved Danny, who was just three months older than she was.

But, as is true with boys and girls, each often viewed the other as a nuisance when they wanted to be with their friends. This lasted only until puberty set in for both of them five years ago, and they began to be more aware of the other as a desirable person.

With the growing attraction toward each other also came the fear of rejection. What would happen if they tried something and the other didn’t want it? Would their friendship be over?

In the last five years, Danny had grown five inches taller, thirty pounds heavier, but retained the shy demeanor that marked their first meetings. At 5 feet 9 inches in height, he was not the shortest boy in their age group, but he was by no means the tallest.

Brenda had only put on four inches, and 15 pounds in that same year, with most of the weight going into her chest and her hips. At 5 feet 8 inches in height she was still shorter than Danny, but she retained the slender physique her constant swimming helped her achieve.

Danny wore his light brown hair cut short because he, too, swam constantly. Brenda’s almost black curly hair was also cut short.

They had often held hands with each other as they walked from their houses to the school bus stop when they were in kindergarten and first and second grades. By the time they entered third grade, the thought of holding hands with each other was, as they told their parents, “yucky.”

And yet, this late June morning, Brenda had asked Danny to come lay out in the sun with her. She wore her two-piece swimsuit, and Danny wore his faded denim shorts.

The first hour saw them laying out their towels, pillows and plastic drink cups filled with cold water. They chatted amiably about school and swimming. Then Brenda had casually asked Danny to put the sunscreen on her back.

She lay face down on her towel, her chin resting on her pillow, waiting to see what would happen, hoping that something would. Her feelings for Danny had grown stronger as their hormones raged and subsided, but he had given her no clue about any romantic feelings toward her. So she had chosen this swimsuit to provide the opportunity for just what had happened to occur.

Danny, a horrified look still on his face, stammered an apology, picked up the sunscreen, and devoted his attention to finishing Brenda’s back, only. “Hey, dork,” she said to him, “don’t you think that you should finish putting the sunscreen on my sides as well? They can burn, too, you know.

“Look,” she continued, ignoring his apology, “we’ve known each other too long to be squeamish about touching each other. Just finish the job and don’t worry. If I didn’t want you to touch me, you wouldn’t even be here.”

Danny took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as he proceeded to follow Brenda’s instructions. However, he had to shift around to hide his seven-inch hard-on that was threatening to poke her in the back. He hoped that she would not notice his adjustments. Too late!

Brenda turned toward him with a wicked grin on her face. She blithely asked, “Did I cause that? I’m flattered by the attention. Time for you to lay down so that I can take care of your back!”

As he took up a prone position on his own towel, Brenda sat up and straddled his back just above his hips, applying the sunscreen liberally. She paid careful attention to Danny’s broad upper back. As she rubbed the substance onto his neck and shoulders, she couldn’t resist massaging him as well.

Danny groaned in satisfaction as she helped him relax the muscles that made him the best male swimmer in their school. She let her hands roam and then asked him to turn over so that she could massage his chest.

Without thinking Danny turned over, concentrating on the wonderful feelings Brenda’s massage was creating. However, another muscular part of his anatomy made contact with her at the junction of her legs. This startled her and embarrassed him. She jumped off as he tried to shove his erection down between his thighs.

“You Casibom know,” she grinned at his pained expression with mock-evil intentions, “I could help you with that problem.”

“No-o-o,” Danny wailed. “I’ll just dash into the house and take care of it myself.” He jumped up and made a beeline for his front door. Brenda tiptoed behind him, and when he went into his house she followed after him, trying not to make a sound.

Danny rushed into the guest bathroom just behind the living room of the Bernard house. In his rush to get to the toilet he did not notice that the bathroom door had not closed all the way; nor did he notice Brenda stop and stare at him as he dropped his shorts and his boxer underwear and proceed to masturbate until he shot his cum into the bowl. He then pulled his shorts up and went to the sink to wash his hands. And that is when he saw her, a look of total amazement on her face.

“Well, did you like what you saw?” he asked her.

Brenda gave him a wide smile and said, “Oh, yes. Yes I did. You are so big, as I knew when it poked me outside. And watching you ejaculate just now was better than I could have imagined. And after all of my mother’s romance novels that I’ve read, I could imagine a lot, and have!”

Danny did not know what to say after that effusive compliment, so he simply said “Thanks.”

Brenda thought about what to say or do next. After a brief moment she reached back and unfastened the top of her swimsuit, pulling it off so that he could see her 32B breasts. Then she pushed the bottom of her swimsuit off so that he could also see her hair-covered mound. Then she spread her feet so that he could also see the outer lips of her sex. “I’ve seen you; it is only fair that you see me.”

Gazing raptly at her nude body, Danny gulped twice, cleared his throat, and asked, “Now what?” When it came to matters of sex, neither teenager had a clue what to do.

“Now you tell me how long it will be before one or both of your parents come home. My Mom won’t be home for four hours, and my Dad not for an hour after that.” Brenda giggled as she told Danny this, while still standing there in the nude.

“My folks will be home about the same time as your Dad. And let me also state for the record that your body is more beautiful than I could ever have imagined,” he replied, catching his breath repeatedly as he stared at the naked woman who was his best friend in all the world.

He then suggested that she put her swimsuit back on and that they go back to her back yard.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Brenda replied. “But before we go, I want you to kiss me. Kiss me anywhere and everywhere that you want to. And take your cock out of your shorts because I want to kiss it. And your testicles, too.”

So saying she edged forward and placed her lips on his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips remained in touch but parted so that they could trade tongues. He put his arms around her back and was afraid to let go, lest this dream of them doing things to each other should disappear like a cloud of smoke.

He pulled one arm back to his side so that he could remove his shorts so that they were both naked. Then he resumed holding her. His other arm slid down her backside until his hand found her butt. Using that hand to pull Brenda closer, they found themselves with their mouths, chests, stomachs and pubic regions in direct contact.

Danny then broke away from her mouth to trail kisses from just below her ears to the junction of her neck and shoulders, first on one side of her head, and then on the other.

Brenda pulled back and returned Danny’s kisses, kiss for kiss. As she did so she brought her right hand back around to caress his chest. She placed kisses on his nipples, and then licked her way from his chest to his navel.

He then kissed his way from her neck to her breasts, licking each one and then sucking on the bright red nipples, followed by trying to suck her whole breast into his mouth. Then he, too, kissed and licked his way to her navel.

As this activity proceeded his cock stiffened and rubbed against her sex. Her sex, in the meanwhile, was starting to drip with lubricating juices that gave off an aroma that at once made Danny push his cock harder against her and, at the same time, intoxicated him with her.

Danny dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed his way from Brenda’s navel to the mass of black curls above her sex. He then licked down her thighs and back up to her sex, tasting her juices and finding them wonderful. His tongue spread the outer lips of her pussy and caressed her inner lips and the button at the top.

Brenda pulled him up, knelt before him, and licked her way from his navel to his cock. She kissed the tip and licked the shaft of his erection. She then pushed his member up and kissed and licked his hairy balls. Then she stood up and kissed him again on the lips, tasting her own juices for the first time.

She swallowed convulsively and said, Casibom Giriş when she was able to breathe normally, “Danny, I love you. I hope that you love me, too.”

Danny could only nod affirmatively, since his own breathing was too ragged for speech. He then bent down and pulled up her swimsuit bottom until it was properly placed. He then picked up the top of her swimsuit and helped her cover her breasts with it. Then he retrieved his own underwear and his shorts and covered himself. They then went back outside to her backyard.

When they were properly seated on their towels once again, he took a sip of the water in his cup, smiled at Brenda, and spoke. “You know that I have always loved you, and I always will. But we have started something that could be dangerous for both of us. We cannot have sexual intercourse until we both know that we are safe. That means that you need some form of birth control, and I need to acquire some condoms.

“I promise that I will not make love to any other woman, but we have to make certain that you don’t become pregnant until we are safely out of college. And if we are both going to college, which I hope we will, then we should at least obtain our bachelors degrees before you get pregnant.”

“Danny, my love, you are as forward thinking on this issue as I could ever want. I want my Mom to take me to the gynecologist as soon as possible so that I can start taking birth control pills. And I love that you also want to get condoms so that we can avoid both pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases.”

“My sweet Brenda, I will obtain the condoms by the end the week. However, they will remain unused until you are on the pill and are certain that they are working.

“Meanwhile, I hope to do more with you than what we have just done. I want to lick your pussy until you cum, and then I want to lick those juices off of your body.

“I hope that you will consider sucking my cock and swallowing my cum. And I hope that you will let me finger your pussy until you cum that way; while I also hope that you will want to jack me off with your hands, too.”

With that they leaned toward each other and kissed. Brenda then said, “You don’t know this yet, but I am due to have my period next Tuesday. And, from what I have read, once I start on the pills, I should wait a week.

“And I want my first time to be somewhere that we both have chosen, with all the time that we need so that we are not rushed. Also, since you will be taking my virginity, I want proper facilities so that we can clean ourselves of any blood from my broken hymen.”

“And that is exactly why we will determine when to do this, together. My beautiful Brenda, I want that experience to be as perfect as we can make it. Let us continue to talk these things over so that we do not do anything that we are not agreed that it is time to do it.

“Also, speaking of advanced planning, I intend to propose marriage to you before we go to college so that it is obvious to all the males there that you are spoken for from the beginning.” Danny then kissed her again.

After that they lay back down on their towels to rest under the early summer sun. They were to have five more weeks of planning and talking and experimenting with sex before Brenda told Danny that her period would be over on the following Friday, and that she wanted him to fuck her the next night. They decided to go to a motel in a nearby town where they would be able to enjoy each other fully.

They each had spoken to their parents, candidly, and openly, about their plans, including their first night of total intimacy.

Their parents were not surprised at their burgeoning relationship, and agreed to finance the trip. But they warned their children that this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and not to rush into it if they had any reservations whatsoever.

Danny then confided that he was uncertain about minimizing Brenda’s discomfort for that first time. Mr. Bernard thought this over for a moment. And then he said, “Danny, think of Brenda’s hymen like the outside of a half-filled balloon.

“If you poke the balloon with your finger, gently, the balloon will stretch as you push inward. If you were to poke hard all at once, then the balloon would likely pop right away. But if you poke gently, several times, the balloon will stretch and then pop.

“So when you enter Brenda for the first time, go slowly. She will need time for her vagina to expand to accept you inside. And when you feel the resistance of her hymen, stop pushing. Then slowly push again. Do this three or four times and the hymen should stretch easily and break without a great deal of pain.”

“Thanks, Dad. I will try my best to cause Brenda as little pain as possible,” Danny assured his father.

The next day Danny explained his father’s idea to her, and she liked the plan. Then Danny mentioned that he would try to go slow after her hymen had broken until he was fully inside her.

Brenda said, “Thank you Casibom Yeni Giriş my love, for wanting to treat me so well on our special night. But even if you don’t go slow, and push through my hymen as soon as you touch it, I will love you regardless of the pain, regardless of the blood, and regardless of anything. And remember, once my hymen is gone we can fuck all night long, if we want. Just bring a good supply of condoms.”

They arrived at the motel they had chosen early on a Saturday afternoon. After setting up their room the way they wanted it, they went out to walk around the area.

They came back to Danny’s car and drove to a nearby restaurant for an intimate dinner. Then they drove back to the motel, entered their room, and set the environment to the most romantic that they could make it.

They then undressed each other and went into the bathroom to take a shower together. Once they were washed and dried they placed a couple of towels under where Brenda would lay when Danny entered her.

They spent nearly an hour of holding, kissing, licking and sucking before agreeing that the time had come. Danny retrieved his first condom, and gave it to Brenda to put on him. Then she lay on her back with her knees bent and as wide apart as she could hold them.

Danny moved between her legs and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. He smiled at her, kissed her on the tip of her nose, and pushed the tip of his cock into her love channel.

Brenda was astonished at how just the tip was stretching the walls of her cunt. Danny pushed a little more of his cock inside her, rested, then he pulled back until only the tip of his dick was still inside her.

He repeated this process two more times, getting more of his love spear into her, until he felt the tip bump against her hymen. He pushed at it until he felt the resistance to his entry. He withdrew and then pushed again. Two more times he withdrew and pushed against her.

On the fourth push against her barrier he felt it give way, and he pushed the tip completely past where it had been. He withdrew again to the tip, and pushed in again. One more withdrawal and insertion and he felt his balls hit her butt and he was fully buried in her love tunnel.

Brenda had winced when Danny’s cock first entered her. She winced again when her hymen broke. And she winced once more when she felt him bottom out inside her vagina. Afterwards she felt no pain, but a steadily rising pleasure as he pulled out and pushed back in.

When her orgasm had squeezed the cum out of Danny’s balls, she smiled up at him. When his cock had shrunk to its post-coital smallest he pulled completely out of her.

He went to the bathroom, removed the condom, started some warm water flowing, and dunked two washcloths in it. Taking them back to the bed he used one to clean up her private parts, which were remarkably free of blood. He handed the other washcloth to Brenda and she cleaned his cock and balls.

Taking her with him back to the bathroom, along with the washcloths and the towels, Danny piled the used linens in the corner. Filling the tub with mildly hot water he gently placed Brenda in the tub in a sitting position and then climbed in behind her so that his legs and arms were wrapped around her and she could lean back against his chest.

They rested in the tub and chatted about the experience. Then they got up out of the tub, dried off, went back to the bed, and made soft, gentle love to each other twice more before exhaustion overtook them and they slept in each others arms.

When they awoke the next morning they fucked once more, then took a shower to get clean. Then they dressed, packed up their belongings, checked out and drove back home, only stopping for a fast-food breakfast.

When they returned home the Porters and the Bernards met their children at the front door of the Porter house. They hugged and kissed their parents and sat down and told their parents what a wonderful experience they had.

Mrs. Porter then asked her daughter if she had any regrets. Mrs. Bernard asked her son the same question. The answers their children gave them were more than satisfactory. Then Mr. Porter spoke for the four parents.

“Danny, you have treated our daughter as well as we could have hoped. But you both still have two weeks before you graduate high school. Then there is the issue of college, which we all hope that you will attend. How do you see your relationship working from now until then?”

Danny took Brenda by the hand, looked at Mr. Porter and the other three parents and said, “Brenda and I have talked about this. We have a plan that we think will work.

“We will attend all our classes, come home and do our homework, for the next two weeks. We want your permission to sleep together on every night during those two weeks.

“We want to alternate houses, sleeping in Brenda’s room one night, and my room the next, subject to whatever rules you set for us. When it comes time to go to college, we both plan to attend State University.

“We know that we will have to live apart, in dorm rooms, during the week of our first year. We will come home on the weekends and sleep with each other on Friday night and Saturday night.

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Friday afternoon rush hour, bumper to bumper traffic all headed to the same destination, home for the weekend. Sadie, tired, fumbled through her disks, looking for something to listen to while she sat in this long endless traffic jam. As she flipped through the pages of disks she had thoughts of “Ugh, no not that one again and No not in the mood for this one” she continued to flip through the pages finally finding one without a label. Curiously she looked the disk over wondering where it came from she then slid it into her the disk changer and slowly turned up the volume.

At first she thought the disk was empty there was such a long delay before it began to play, then she heard a mans voice, “Hello Sadie” and then there was a long pause. Startled she turned to look behind her thinking someone was in her truck, but there was no one there. The voice on the disk continued, “I’m sorry if I startled you, I’d like to put you at some ease. I’ve known you for a very long time, I’ve learned so much about you that my lust has grown into passion and desire. This is my secret that I’ve wanted to tell you. It is my wish that this disk captivates your mind, and excites your intimate senses.”

Sadie sat quietly listening to his voice, her mind filled with the questions of: Who is this man? How long have I had this disk? Who could have put this in my truck? How will they know I’ve found it? All these questions and more flooded her mind. She went from being tired and ready to simply go home and relax to her body charged and on the verge of overload. She sat patiently and listened as the disk advanced.

His voice continued on as he bared his soul. “Sadie, seeing you on a regular basis, knowing when you have had a good day or a bad one always leaves me wanting to be closer to you. At first I found myself just day dreaming when I’d catch the scent of your perfume. I’d visualize us in a random place simply enjoying one an others company, close enough to breathe the scent of you in, to be able to study each and every expression you give, and to hang on the sound of your voice. Then my daydreams progressed and became rapidly more vivid. I’d imagine us together somewhere and I’d reach out and take your hand to gently guide you to stand before me so I could look deep into your beautiful brown eyes, as my fingertips gently caress along your cheek and in that softness and silence, I’d slowly lean closer to you as my fingertips slowly slid from your cheek to under your chin, gently raising your face to meet mine. I would imagine myself looking deep in your eyes then focusing on your lips and as I slowly leaned closer to you, pausing for a moment as my lips hover just above yours, I’d draw one last long deep breath, allowing your scent to wash over me before I softly began to brush my lips across yours.”

Sadie quivered as he described their first kiss. She sat there so quiet and fixated on this mysterious man voice, no longer trying to figure out who he was but trying to imagine how his touch would feel. The tone of his voice, the soft tenderness she pictured in her mind, slowly he was winning her over. She listened attentively as he described how his lips softly brushed across his pausing for a moment to kiss her ever so softly. He then told her how the thought of his fingertips softly caressing her skin and the feel of her body so close to his is a daydream he had played over and over in his mind hundreds of times. He paused a long time before continuing on. Noticing his pause she quickly came back to reality, opening her eyes, and looked to the disk player wondering if that’s all she would hear and still wondering who this man could be and would she ever know.

After that long pause the tone of his voice changed, he said, “Sadie that all changed one hot summer’s night. On a very hot summers night my innocent dreams, grew into erotic fantasies. It was one very hot summers night I noticed your patio light, it was about 2 am. At first I thought you had just let the dog out but once realizing that the light remained on I went to the window. There I noticed Casibom the patio remained dark and only the light at the door was on and when I looked closer I noticed your pool was dimly lit. And there you stood on the top step leading into the pool. Your hair was pulled high into a pony tail exposing your beautiful neck and you were wearing a short silky robe. I stood and watched as you stood there with one hand on the railing the other seemingly playing with the belt on your robe, as you playfully glided your toes through the water.”

He released a long sigh and soft moan as the tone in his voice again changed. Then he went on telling her, “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. So many thoughts raced through my mind. And there you stood, for the longest time. My mind raced with thoughts of how could I go over there, and what would I say to you. Just as in the beginning of all of my daydreams I felt like a school boy nervous and excited but still not knowing how to approach you. So I stayed where I was, my heart was racing. As I watched you, you slowly released the belt on your robe and allowed the robe to fall over your shoulders as you stood there. The moon light accentuated your shoulders soft skin and your long beautiful neck. I imagined myself standing behind you, my fingertips softly caressing over your skin and my lips following. First kissing the back of your neck to along side and then following your shoulders to the outer edges. Eventually you finished dropping your robe. Slowly you slide it from your skin and carefully placed it over the railing next to your towel.”

The feelings of fear that first rushed over Sadie now began to change. While she still wondered who this could be she anxiously listened to see what he would tell her next. His voice, the words he used and the tenderness he expressed had begun to turn her on. She wondered if by the end of the disk if he would reveal himself or would she wonder forever who her admirer was. Stopping all the wild thoughts rushing through her mind, her body reacted to his voice and the visions he was carefully planting in her mind.

He went on about the night he had caught her skinny dipping laps in her pool. He said, “Finally you succumb to the water and I stood there quietly watching you swim laps. The pool light, dim, revealed each curve of your body. Finally you swam back to the stairs. There you sat on the second step, and all I could imagine was swimming over to you, gliding my hands along your soft thighs as I drew closer finally stopping when each of your thighs were to each side of my abdomen. As I kneel before you, my hands gently glide along your thighs then up along your hips, and as my fingers curl around your hips they find themselves on the small of your back. My eyes fixed, and looking so deep into yours, I lean closer to passionately kiss your lips. Our bodies tight to one another and I melt at the feel of the softness of your skin. I feel your body respond to mine, and this only arouses me more. I offer you my tongue and you accept it, slowly you begin to suck it and your fingertips now play along my shoulders and the back of my neck. You press your body closer and I can feel your hard fully erect nipples tease my chest.”

She listened to him account for each second they shared in that embrace. His breath grew heavy. She heard the passion, desire, lust, and urgency in his voice. She thought to herself once again: Who is this man? Why leave this disk? Why not just tell me? Sadie had been alone a long time now, and in this time there were many a night she sat in her special spot gazing up at the stars dreaming of such a man. She craved a man of tenderness, passion, and fire. The disk continued to advance his voice continued talking to her.

“Sadie,” his voice said as he tried to compose himself, “I envisioned us in that embrace for a long time and then I scooped you up in my arms, carried you into the house and laid you on the bed. I lit some candles and then joined you. There I knelt over you; as the candle light flickered, I once again leaned in to Casibom Giriş taste your lips. I offered you my tongue and you eagerly accepted it. Softly you licked along my tongue then offered me yours and I lowered my body to yours. My chest brushed across yours, and I broke from our kiss to lean into the side of your neck there I softly kissed my way down to your collar bone. Kiss by kiss tasting and teasing your skin. I could feel your nails gently rake over my shoulders as I slowly made my way down your body. My tongue and lips tasted and kissed down to your breasts. I could feel you arch your back and press up into me, almost begging me to lick, kiss and tease your nipples.”

Sadie’s breath grew rapid as he described how he wanted to taste her body. She began to fidget in her seat; she could no longer sit still. Not knowing who this person was no longer plagued her mind. While pouring out his heart and sharing his deepest fantasies of her he had managed to turn her on. She could feel her nipples harden, her body was aroused.

He continued, “Slowly I slid my hands along your soft skin, gently cupping the outside of each breast. I then leaned in with the very tip of my tongue and teased the very tip of your erect nipple making it extremely wet and then slowly I kissed to the other one. My thumb and forefinger softly rolled the opposite wet nipple as I teased the other with my tongue. Your body quivering from my touch, and the feel of your silky leg as you softly caressed my side. Your fingers now playing in my hair, I paused and looked up at you; your eyes were almost fiery and demanding more. My hands caressed and fondled your breasts as I slowly slid my body lower, kissing my way down over your ribs to your abdomen. I imagined running my tongue over your soft skin, teasing your navel then sliding my body back even further until I was between your soft thighs. My hands caressed over your torso as I looked up at you. Leaning back down to kiss your bare skin, I licked a long wet trail down over your abdomen until I reached the top of your pelvic bone. Your skin so soft and wet the candle light enhanced the wet trail, and softly I blew over it. I can just imagine your body shivering in anticipation as my hot breath tickled you and sent strong erotic sensations through you.”

Sadie’s body now extremely aroused. Her mind wandered and she could no longer concentrate on the traffic. So she paused the disk and looked for a place to pull off, soon she came to a rest area. She pulled off and parked, trying to get a grip on her arousal she sat there for a moment. But there was no getting a grip on this, she couldn’t sit still. She slid her thighs along one another and slowly slid her fingertips across her body starting from her neck down over her breasts and then along her thighs. She gently pulled at her skirt and slid her hand beneath it and teased her body, that now was extremely wet and almost to the verge of aching. She removed her hand and engaged the disk once more.

The tone of his voice became more direct, more demanding as he told her, “I then stroked my hand down over your sweetness. So soft and wet, I just had to have a taste. As I leaned into you I teased you with my warm breath, then extended my tongue and slowly licked along your lips. Your legs widened and I leaned in again this time pressing my tongue between your lips, licking from the bottom up and round your clit. I did this over and over as your body wiggled and squirmed, each time pushing my tongue deeper and harder, my hands placed to your inner thighs softly caressing you. I licked and sucked repetitively. Your clit hardened and your body began to quiver, slowly I caressed up your thigh and wet my fingers with your juices. Carefully I caressed you the sliding my fingers lower I teased your opening. Your hips rocked in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue and grew more demanding as I slowly slid my fingers in you. First just teasingly, allowing you only the tips of my fingers then sliding them deeper. I licked and sucked you more aggressively as you fucked Casibom Yeni Giriş my fingers.”

Sadie sat there with her eyes closed lost in that moment. Her hands slowly caressed up and down her thighs with each stroke pushing her skirt higher and higher. She rocked and squirmed in her seat as he described each and every stroke of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. As she caressed her thighs she gently curled her fingers to her inner thighs and slowly spread her legs. Her fingertips now teasing at the outside of her silk panties, as her fingers caressed over her thighs each time stroking a little firmer, until she was no longer sliding her hands along her thighs. Slowly she stroked her fingertips over her panties. They were wet and she was aching. Her fingertips then curled back to her thigh as she slid them along the leg elastic she then wiggled them inside. Now the tips of her fingers caressed and stroked over her wet lips. Her body rocked in perfect rhythm with her fingertips. Losing control quickly Sadie began fingering herself as her other hand rubbed her clit. She began feeling waves rush over her body and her strokes and thrusts became more aggressive.

As he continued to talk to her she became more and more aroused and horny and the urgency in his voice became more and more apparent. Softly he moaned, “Yes, Sadie that’s it. As I bring you to the verge of orgasm Sadie I want you to stop.” Quickly she opened her eyes and stopped what she was doing. It was almost as if he was there watching her. His voice continued, “There will be a time for you to cum but now is not it. At this point I want to slide my body up along yours, and tease your clit with the very tip of my hard cock. Pushing your legs apart, I take hold of myself and slowly glide the head along your lips. Teasing your clit then sliding back down and pushing just the head of my rock hard cock inside you. Not allowing you to take anymore than what I give you. Then I feel your legs wrap around my waist and I glide deeper. I lean down to you my eyes locked on yours, I tease your lips as I nip at them and kiss you. Slowly I slide deeper into you giving you every inch of me. Our bodies move in perfect motion, and our passions run deep. Soon our bodies are slapping one another as I thrust harder and faster into you, over and over till I feel your body begin to climax. I lean lower and nip at your nipples and you begin to moan.”

At this point Sadie has leaned back into her seat, stroking her lips then inserting her fingers she begins to rock against them and ride them. Her body sending waves throughout her, she slowly takes her other hand and glides it up and over her breasts tweaking her nipples. A moan escapes her lips and she then notices she’s given in again. She looks around at her surroundings noticing she’s still alone, she decides to give into her desire. She strokes and fucks into her fingers harder and faster her moans become louder and her breathing heavy. Harder and faster, harder and faster she rides and rocks until she’s just about to cum.

And she hears him say, “Ohhhh” and his breath changes and he’s almost moaning as he says, “Now Sadie, now it’s ok to cum. Ohhhh, cum Baby, cum with me now Baby.” At the sound of his approval her body shakes and comes hard. Breathing heavy and feeling flushed she slows her strokes and finally stops. Her legs quiver and she relaxes back into her seat.

After a long pause he said, “This isn’t quite what I had in mind when I set out to create this disk. If you’re open to one day meeting me I have a few directions for you to follow. I watch each and every night to see if you found this disk and I wait in wonder. So Sadie if you think you are ready to take this to another level, when you get home I want you to do something for me as a sign. When you get home and settle in just before you go to bed I want you to come back outside and leave a pair of panties on your front seat. In return I’ll leave you another disk with directions.”

Sadie smiled as she pondered that thought, then she started her truck backed out of her space and went home. Later that night before bed she did just as he asked and left a pair of panties on her font seat. In the morning the panties were gone and in their place a red rose bud and new disk lay there on her seat waiting for her.

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Bigger Than Dad?!? Ch. 02

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Babes

For the first week after the incident with May, Mom and I sort of tiptoed around one another in the household.

We never mentioned what had happened to one another and our awkward family dinners with Dad only got more, well, awkward. Luckily, Dad was more interested in a new business opportunity in Bermuda than with what was going on in our household so we knew it was pretty much between us to resolve.

It was true Mom had been acting very weird, almost as if she knew something she didn’t want me to know. Whenever I tried to approach her she was abrupt and gave me short answers to any question I asked her.

Whenever I broached the topic of ‘the incident’, she simply pretended that she didn’t know what I was talking about and left the room.

The following Wednesday morning, I was eating breakfast cereal at the table with Mom. Dad had left for work at 7 and I had about thirty minutes left before I had to catch the bus to school. Mom was in her robe, reading the newspaper.

She had tied her silk robe a little loose and I could see about half of each of her concentric breasts.

I looked up at her from my cereal as she studied the entertainment section.

“Did it taste good Mom?”

She looked up at me “What’s that dear?”.

“Did it taste good?”

She gave me a queer look. “Did what taste good?”

I smiled. “My cum.”

Her jaw dropped, but she tried to play it off. “What do you mean, honey?” She asked innocently.

“I saw May spit my cum into your mouth.”

“Are you sure?” She asked suspiciously. “I mean, her back was to you and you were quite far from the doorway.”

I didn’t know what to say. “May said you did.”

“I wouldn’t believe everything May says.” My Mom replied, folding the paper lengthwise.

“So… So you didn’t?”

“Oh course not!” She said. “That’s weird, don’t you think? A mother swallowing her own son’s cum? I mean, just because I helped you get laid doesn’t mean I’m going to take on a mouthful of your sperm.”

I didn’t know what to think. My eyes dropped with disappointment. I thought for sure May had swapped my cum with Mom.

“Look at you!” Mom said. “All upset because your Mommy didn’t swallow your load are you?”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I went back to eating my cereal.

“Oh honey,” Mom said eventually, “Of course I swallowed your cum and it was very nice.”

My cock started to grow in my pants. “Really Mom?”

“Yes, and remember on a few nights ago, when I fell asleep on the couch in my robe and my boob slid out?”

I turned red. I had tried not to look.

“Well, I wasn’t sleeping,” she giggled. “How you grew up to be such a good boy with your pervert father in the house, I’ll never know.”

“Well, Mom… I, I really wanted too, but..”

“You’re scared.” She said, reaching out and touching my forearm where it rested on the table. “Well, I understand that honey, but I want you to know that any time you’d like to see my boobs or touch my pussy or play with it, or do anything at all, I’m here for you all the time, ok?”

“Really Mom?” I asked excitedly. “I can really touch your Casibom pussy and see you nude whenever I want?”

Mom’s luscious lips curled into a smile and she nodded. “Of course. I mean, your dad isn’t using it, so why shouldn’t you? Besides, I do enough around here and I’m sick of being stuck with only the second biggest dick in the house!”

Mom was certainly not short of surprises. “Are you serious Mom?”

“Of course, but now you’ve got to get to school, you’re almost late.” She said, ushering me from the table. “Now go brush your teeth, I might be your future penis holder, but I’m still your Mother, at least until you go to university next year.”

I jumped up to get going. “Oh, one more thing Mom…”

“What is it son?” She asked.

“Am I really bigger than dad?”

“Well,” she said thoughtfully, “You’re about the same width, but I think yours is longer by at least three inches. But don’t tell him I told you though. While he’s Mr. Cocky Businessman at work, at home he’s very of sensitive about it.” She started collecting the dishes off the table as I scrambled upstairs to brush my teeth.

“Now don’t miss the bus, because I am not driving you today.” She called after me. “I’ve got a waxing at 9:30 and I don’t want to be late!”

At school I was completely preoccupied with the conversation my Mom and I had at breakfast. Was she really serious about letting me strip and fondle her whenever I wanted? I had to stay at my desk all day so that my hard cock didn’t show in my pants.

When the bell rang I hurried home as fast as I could. When I entered the house, I saw Mom in the kitchen preparing chicken batter for dinner. “Your dad called and said he had to travel to North Carolina this evening for an emergency meeting with a client tomorrow, so it looks like it’s just you and me kid.” She smiled, wiping some excess batter from her fingers onto the flowery apron that hung around her neck.

I put down my school bag.

“Mom,” I said, nervously, “About our conversation this morning…”

“Yes son?” She asked, getting the chicken out of the freezer and putting it in the microwave.

“I think I want to strip you and fuck you right now.”

She smiled. “Well, that’s nice of you John, but I’m in the middle of making dinner, can’t you wait till after we eat?”

Something in my cock told me this couldn’t wait. “No Mom. I want you now.”

“Good boy for being assertive.” She said, taking off her apron. She took my hand and led us to my bedroom. “You don’t mind using your bed do you?” She asked, pulling back my Chewbacca comforter.

“Not at all Mom.” I said, helping her get her t-shirt and denim jeans off. Her tits were even bigger than I imagined when I finally unclipped her wonderbra. They were probably the biggest boobs I had ever seen in my life and they hung from her chest like two over-sized balloons tied off with big red nipples.

She played with her tits and offered my mouth her left one. I sucked it between my lips. Gripping the breast in one hand I let my tongue swirl around the nipple’s pink ring.

I could feel Mom undoing my pants and soon my cock Casibom Giriş spring out in the open. My Mom gently began stroking it while she looked into my eyes and kissed me.

I was shaking from the electricity pulsing through her fingers; the stimulation made my penis light up with pleasure.

“Fuck, that is amazing, Mom.”

She whispered in my ear: “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Now get ready for my second trick.” She ducked her mouth down to my penis and swallowed it up.

Mom totally knew how to deep throat and it was amazing feeling her lips on my balls as my entire cock was gripped by her throat. It was even more amazing that she could bob the entire length of my shaft while ramming her mouth down on it again and again without gagging once.

I held her hair back, watching my cock disappear into her mouth. She noticed me watching her so intently and made eye contact, but when it interfered with the rhythm, she closed her eyes and concentrated solely on my penis. I noticed my Mom’s hand between her legs as her mouth sucked me. Soon she pulled it out of that hole and offered me her pussy. Of course I couldn’t refuse.

“See what the nice Vietnamese woman did for Mommy at the beauty parlor?” She asked, showing me her absolutely bare pussy.

“Does the attendant really see your snatch?” I said, having always been curious.

“Yes.” Mom giggled. “Once some of the wax got on Mommy’s anus and the woman blew it cool.”

The things women did to look good for men, I thought to myself.

Before letting me dive right into her pussy, Mom gave me a little tour. Getting on all fours, she brought her pussy close to my face.

“See? That’s the little hole you came out of.” She said, stretching the lips wide for me. Her channel was cute and pink and when I put my finger into it, tight and moist.

I stuck my tongue out and tasted her pussy. It was sweet and salty at the same time. Although it was really wet, it wasn’t gross at all. I kept licking the gooey wetness until I felt it coat my lips. Mom’s hands went back to rubbing the top of her pussy as I added another finger to her gash.

“Put your penis in there and see how it feels.” Mom advised. I put my cockhead up against her pussy’s entrance, but I was so excited I just shot my whole load over her mound. She could feel it splash her down there and looked back over her shoulder.

“Honey!” She complained,” Why didn’t you warn me? You didn’t cum this quick with May!”

“But you’re so…s…so good Mommy.” I said, a little ashamed that I had sprayed so early, but also overcome with my orgasm. Mom turned and like the caregiver she was, licked my cum off my cock. It wasn’t too long before it had gotten hard again.

Mom got on her back and told me to lie over her missionary style. With her left hand she guiding my re-hardened penis back to the moist opening, she looked me in the eyes and kissed my lips as I found the sweet spot and slipped into her.

I started fucking her pussy and she groaned. I couldn’t believe I was fucking my own mother. What was happening here?

Beads of sweat rolled from my brow and plopped Casibom Yeni Giriş onto her heaving tits. She arched her back towards me and the breasts seemed to augment as she ground her pussy onto my thick cock. I sucked her breasts like I wanted to swallow them whole.

“Fuck… M…M…Mom!!!” I groaned.

“You can come inside me honey.” She said. “I’m on the pill.”

My cock swelled as sperm traveled up into my urinary tract. Mixing with ejaculate from my seminal vesicle, I could feel my semen ready itself for immediate launch into my mother’s womb.

“I can feel you coming!” Mom groaned as I released my fluid into her. She put her hands over her face and moaned loudly as her pussy got even tighter around my cock. “Keep…Keep fucking me!!!” She yelped wildly. Although my dick was shrinking, I did my best to tense up and keep the motion going. It seemed to be working, because as I pumped in and out of her, my cock grew slightly and her quivering pussy seemed to have more and more orgasms until she finally pushed me out altogether saying that she couldn’t take it anymore.

Now completely out of her, I watched my mother’s body spasm. She shook all over, stopping only when she put my Starr Wars pillow in her mouth and bit down.

I pulled her legs apart, and fully knowing how sensitive she was, went directly to her snatch with my eager mouth.

“GET AWAY!” She squealed, kicking her legs together and laughing. “I think you’ve given your dear Mom enough orgasms for one day.”

I lied down next to her on the bed, my cock still slick with her juices. Her smell was everywhere on my blankets. I stuck my head under them and drew a deep sniff. Mom thought that was a bit strange and laughed, but I loved the smell of her pussy so much I couldn’t help it.

Once Mom relaxed, she curled her warm, naked body into mine. “That was very good sweetheart.” She said proudly. “You sure know how to take care of a woman. I can even feel the sensation of your penis still inside me.”

“Really Mom?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes baby.” She answered. “It’ll probably feel like that for the rest of the night and maybe even tomorrow too.” She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. We feel asleep, awakening again in the middle of the night to fuck once more.

True to her promise, Mom has let me play with her whenever I want. This has led to some near disasters at the grocery store and when we go to the movies. In fact, I can barely make it through a feature without putting my fingers down her pants and coaxing her clitty to climax. Although she never protests, I know she worries we might get caught one day, but I’m careful to make sure no one’s looking whenever I go for one of my patented ‘Mommy Panty Raids” or MPRs as she calls them.

For instance, we’ll be walking along a stretch of beach and I’ll say “MPR’ and just put my hand right down her g-string bikini bottom and slip a finger in her. No big deal.

It was good to know that while my other friends were chasing girls down I could get a blowjob or a good bareback fuck anytime I wanted.

Still, I worry what’s going to happen when I have to find a real girlfriend. I just hope Mom doesn’t get jealous. Maybe, she’d even let me continue taking her when I have a wife of my own….

*

(Author’s Note: *Star Wars and Chewbacca are the Intellectual Property of George Lucas Ltd.*)

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It Didn’t Work Out Ch. 11

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This is the eleventh of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the previous chapters before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.

Despite the light traffic, Bridget felt impatient as she weaved her way down the street. Even when only one car was in front of her, she changed lanes so that she could get by it. She hadn’t seen Sian in close to two weeks. Her trip to Hawaii was nine days long, leaving on a Friday after work and getting home late a couple of days ago on Sunday. Between getting unpacked and catching up at work, she hadn’t been able to get over to see her in the meantime.

On top of that, Bridget had felt bound to Don’s request to not contact Sian while she was gone. For the first two days, it had been exceptionally hard for her. Bridget was used to multiple contacts a day with Sian, whether it was in person, on the phone or just texts. Going cold turkey had been very hard. At times she just wanted to share something that happened with one of the two most important people in her life. But it was to make the other important person happy that Bridget restrained herself. More than once, she started to say how Sian might like this before she cut it off and turned what she was going to say into something else. She slipped up a couple of times, but she thought Don appreciated her effort.

After a couple of days, it got easier. Bridget found that she could just immerse herself in the surroundings and being with Don. She had fun as they explored the Big Island. There was so much to see and do. It was clear that Don enjoyed having all of Bridget’s attention to himself. Whether it was trips into the forests or walks along the beach, Don did what he could to pack the week full of romantic activities.

The best part was that they didn’t argue once during the trip. Don’s view was that they had done a lot to patch things up and help rebuild their relationship. Not only was the time harmonious, he was happy that they had ended up making love a lot. Bridget seemed receptive to his advances and almost every time he hinted at it, she had responded.

While Bridget was glad that they hadn’t argued, she wasn’t as certain that things had dramatically improved. In her mind, she had given in a lot to avoid any conflicts. Even when she didn’t really want to do something, she didn’t let Don know. As the week wore on, she found the constant pace of the next romantic activity to start to be draining. And while she enjoyed making love with Don, it started to feel more like he was trying to put his claim on her rather than it being a true expression of their feelings.

It wasn’t like always like that. There were certain times when it seemed spontaneous and she was in the right mood to respond. Those times were the special ones that stuck in her mind. The problem was that Don couldn’t seem to tell the difference between those times and when it was more forced. Nor did it seem like he cared. He gave the impression of being just as satisfied either way. What seemed most important was that they had connected physically, not whether they connected emotionally. That was the most disappointing part of it all for Bridget.

The closest that they came to arguing was when Don brought up fantasies. It was the first time he had mentioned them in a while. He started to suggest that perhaps they could go to a nudist beach he had heard of and maybe get amorous there. It felt like he was opening up a wound that was still raw to Bridget. She shut him down. For a moment, she thought he was going to get pissed but then the anger seemed to just wash away. He apologized and told her how much he was just enjoying being with her. That night she almost told him no when he started to stroke her back, but it felt like she would be punishing him. It would have put a sour note on their last couple of days.

As she waited for the light to turn, Bridget thought back on those last couple of days, especially after Don’s suggestion. It hadn’t been so clear when she was in Hawaii but now she could see that she stopped really enjoying herself at that point. She must have hidden it fairly well because Don hadn’t said a thing. But increasingly she could see that she was getting impatient to get home. Mostly it was missing Sian, but some of it was how Don was acting. He never seemed to recognize that she was doing everything she could to make him happy, even when sometimes it wasn’t what she wanted. Bridget didn’t mind doing the things so much as his not appreciating it.

It was so different from Sian, thought Bridget.

Turning onto Sian’s street, Bridget had to fight to avoid speeding. It wasn’t going to make a difference and getting a ticket would just delay the reunion. They had talked a couple of times since she was back and of course texted, but Sian seemed a little distant. It was as if she wasn’t as anxious as Bridget to get together. When Bridget apologized for not being able to get together yesterday, Sian had just said it was fine. Bridget had been profoundly Casibom disappointed that she was too busy unpacking to be able to meet her. Sian’s reaction made her a little nervous.

Even when they had gotten together that last time before her trip, Sian had seemed a little distant. It wasn’t like her. They hadn’t even spent as long together as Bridget expected. After dinner, they had hung out for an hour or so but then Sian started to feel tired. Because of an all employee meeting the next morning, she was going to have to get up earlier than usual and she wanted to get to bed before it got too late. Even though Sian had responded passionately when Bridget initiated making out with her before getting ready to leave, the whole night had left Bridget unsettled. Both at the beginning and the end of her vacation, Bridget kept thinking back to that night which just made her want to see Sian even more.

Pulling up in front of Sian’s apartment, Bridget parked and checked the mirror. She wanted to look perfect for Sian. The time in the sun had given her skin a healthy copper color, despite her persistent application of sunscreen. It had also lightened her hair just a little. Bridget smiled nervously, hoping that Sian would like it. Reaching back, she picked up the gift she brought back for Sian. Bridget had put a lot of thought into finding something perfect for Sian.

As she got out, Bridget felt the cold and wet air hit her. It was quite a switch from being in the constant warmth of Hawaii. She sprinted her way to the building, wanting to get inside before she got too wet. Waiting for the elevator, she checked her hair one last time. It was barely damp, she thankfully noticed. Once again she felt impatience as the elevator stopped a couple of times on its way down. She waited for the people to get out of it, but was glad when no one else got into the elevator. It went up to Sian’s floor without any further delays. She could feel her heart beat faster as she exited the elevator and walked down to Sian’s apartment. Taking a deep breath to try and calm down, Bridget knocked.

It only took a few seconds before she heard the bolt being undone and it opened. As soon as she saw Sian, Bridget stepped in and gave her a long hug. It felt so good to feel Sian’s arms going around her and hugging her tight in return. Even before the door was shut, Bridget was giving her girlfriend the first kiss.

“Oh God, I missed you Sian. You can’t know how much I missed you,” Bridget said. Her voice was full of excitement and happiness.

Keep an arm around Bridget, Sian returned the smile. “I think I have a little idea,” she said. Her voice wasn’t quite as enthusiastic although her smile was warm. They slowly walked over to the kitchen where Sian had an open bottle of wine. It looked like she might have already had one glass. She poured one for Bridget and then refilled her glass.

“To your having had a wonderful vacation,” Sian said as she touched her glass to Bridget’s.

With a smile on her face, Bridget touched Sian’s glass a second time. “To being home with you,” she said in that same happy tone. They both sipped at their wine for a moment. As if she couldn’t help herself, Bridget put her glass down and gave Sian another long hug.

“I love you, my darling Sian,” Bridget said as she looked at Sian. Her eyes reflected her happiness.

“I love you too, Bridge,” Sian said but unlike Bridget her eyes seemed clouded.

For the first time since entering the apartment, Bridget’s nervousness came back in full force. She felt her breath catch in her throat. “Oh God, something’s wrong,” Bridget thought to herself.

Over their months together, Sian had become pretty good at reading Bridget. It didn’t seem that hard to Sian. She could see the panic starting to cover her face. “Sit down, Baby,” she told Bridget. Sian knew that wasn’t going to reassure her much, but it was the best she could do. Bridget sank down onto the little bar chair next to the kitchen island. The golden glow of her skin slowly was replaced with grey.

“What’s wrong, Sian?” Bridget said. Her voice was tight and she could feel her throat almost closing.

Sian sat down in the chair on the corner next to Bridget. She reached over and took Bridget’s hand. “Bridge, I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone. Please believe me.” Sian could feel the threat of tears hovering over her. She tried to keep her control, swallowing hard. “But while you were gone, it gave me time to think. And here is the thing; I’m not sure that loving you is the same as being happy anymore. If it was just you and me, then it would be. But it isn’t just the two of us. There is Don too. And I have to share you with him.”

“I thought I could do it. I thought I could live with half of you. But I was wrong,” Sian said as she felt the tears start. “Oh fuck!” she exclaimed and wiped at her eyes. She looked up at Bridget and could see the tears beginning to run down her face as well. “Fuck,” she said again more quietly.

“Sian,” Bridget said, trying to Casibom Giriş say something but she found she couldn’t continue. Her tears were rapidly becoming sobs. She felt Sian moving closer to her and then Sian’s arms going around her. “What … what are you … saying?” she finally managed to get out.

For a little while, Sian couldn’t answer as she held on tight to Bridget. When she was finally able to talk, she raised up her head from Bridget’s shoulder. “Bridge, I just can’t take the unhappiness of not having you all the time any more. It’s been getting worse but I didn’t see it for what it was. Not until you were gone and I had time to think.”

Reaching up, Sian ran her fingers through her hair to pull it away from her tear streaked face. “We’ve always been honest with each other. I couldn’t not tell you and pretend that things were okay,” she said.

Bridget nodded. “No, I don’t want you unhappy, especially if I am why.”

“You aren’t why, Bridge. It’s just the situation. You make me happy. Not having you makes me unhappy,” Sian said vehemently. “Don’t confuse those, please.” She sniffled, trying to stop her nose from running. Giving up she let go of Bridget and walked over to bring back a box of tissues. Bridget joined her in grabbing a couple.

“Love, I can’t ask for more than you have given me,” Sian said. She reached out and took Bridget’s hand. “I know you are married and that you still love Don. I…” she paused as she felt a shuddering sob run through her. After a moment Sian continued. “I don’t want to break up your marriage.”

“Oh God, Sian. I don’t want to lose you. I love you so much.” Bridget closed her eyes as the tears streamed down her face. Feeling Sian’s hand stroke her cheek, she opened them back up to look at her through the blurriness from the tears.

“Baby, I don’t want to lose you either but I can’t ask you to leave Don. You still love him,” Sian quietly said through her tears.

Bridget didn’t want to answer. Despite increasingly mixed feelings about Don, Sian wasn’t wrong. Her feelings for Don ran deep, built on years of being together. She could see Sian watching her and knew that she could see right through to her thoughts. Finally, Bridget nodded. “I do, but I love you too.”

“I know you do, Baby. Believe me; this isn’t me doubting your love,” Sian said. The despair she felt was just as clear to Bridget.

“I don’t understand,” Bridget said as her eyes gazed deeply into Sian’s. “Why can’t you ask me to leave Don? Haven’t you been waiting for me to do just that?” Maybe if Sian would just ask, Bridget thought, it would make it easier.

Letting out a long sobbing sigh, Sian shook her head. “I thought I could wait until you were ready to make a decision on your own. But I don’t want to force you to make it. If you ever leave Don, it has to be something you do for yourself, not for me; not to keep me. I don’t think that is how we want to build a relationship.” She brushed the hair away from where it was stuck to Bridget’s wet face. “Bridge, it isn’t just Don. I don’t think you are ready to confront your family, especially your mother. You aren’t ready to come out, Baby.”

Bridget heard the implication in Sian’s words. That she was, deep down, really a lesbian. That being with Don was as much about conforming to the expectations of her mother as it was anything else. She lowered her eyes, unable to meet Sian’s. She missed the pain in Sian’s eyes as she saw Bridget’s surrender.

With her head hanging, it was hard for Sian to hear what Bridget was saying. She leaned closer. Finally Sian heard her.

“And you need me to be all in.”

At first Sian just nodded but then realizing that Bridget wasn’t looking at her, she spoke. “Yes, Bridget. I’m completely in this relationship without reservations, but you’re not. Even though the thought of losing you hurts me so much, it will get better. Over time, I will stop hurting. But as long as you aren’t all in, I will keep hurting if we keep going this way. And it will just get worse. It will destroy what we have anyhow.”

Raising her head up, Bridget looked miserable. “Did Kate convince you to do this?” she asked in a dead tone.

Once again, Sian reached out to stroke Bridget’s face. “No, Baby. She didn’t. She talked to me and helped me sort through things like a best friend should. But she knows that it was something I needed to decide. This is my …” Sian was overcome with a long sob and couldn’t continue.

“It’s your choice,” Bridget finished for her. She put her arms around Sian and hugged her tight. She could feel Sian’s head nodding against her own. Even through her agony, she felt a little better as Sian returned the hug. They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other.

Finally Bridget kissed Sian on the cheek. She sighed deeply before speaking. “You’re right. I hate that you are, but it doesn’t change things. I’m not ready. I love you both, but I’ve been with Don for a long time. I’ve built a life with him. I can’t walk away from that. Not now.” There was Casibom Yeni Giriş a tiny corner of her brain that added, “Not yet.” But Bridget wasn’t ready to acknowledge it.

Slowly pulling away from Bridget, Sian nodded. “I know,” she said as she wiped her tears away. They were still coming but slower now, a deep grief. “I told you at the beginning, Bridge. Two hearts were going to be broken at some point; yours for sure. It turns out mine is the other one.” She stifled another sob.

“I’m glad we took the chance, Bridge. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” she continued.

Sitting up straighter, Bridget took Sian’s hands in hers. She held them like she never wanted to let them go. With her gaze fixed on them, she spoke. “What happens now?” Slowly she looked up into Sian’s face. “I was so looking forward to finally getting an evening with you.”

Looking into Bridget’s stricken face, Sian felt her heart breaking all over. She had never loved anyone like this and yet she was hurting that same person. In spite of knowing that this was what she needed to do, Sian could feel her resolve slipping a little. Sian squeezed Bridget’s hands back.

“I don’t know about tomorrow Bridge, but tonight I would very much like to hold you in my arms,” Sian replied. “We can worry about what happens next later.” Sian stood, still holding Bridget’s hands. After a moment, Bridget got to her feet too. They walked hand in hand over to the sofa. Laying down on it, Sian had one leg stretched out. She tugged lightly on Bridget’s hands. It didn’t take much for Bridget to sit down, leaning her back against Sian’s belly. As she felt Sian’s arms wrap around her, Bridget began to gently cry again. Sian put her head against Bridget’s and began to slowly rock her.

“I’m sorry, Bridge. I don’t know what else to do,” Sian whispered.

“I know, my darling Sian. I know,” Bridget said through her tears.

For a long time they both just lay together like that. Sian gently rocked Bridget in her arms as they both wept. Occasionally Sian kissed Bridget’s head lightly. Bridget would close her eyes tight as she felt Sian’s lips touch her. A couple of times, Bridget turned to find Sian’s lips touching hers and a softly slow kiss followed. Each time Bridget felt the imminent loss more keenly and after the second kiss, she thought that she couldn’t bear another and didn’t do it again.

In Sian’s gentle arms, Bridget thought about her life. She wasn’t sure how she could go on without Sian. The thought of it hurt so much. Yes, Don would try to help her but there was a place in her heart that he couldn’t fill. She tried to imagine the other way, leaving Don. That would hurt too. But it was more than just him. Accepting this side of herself meant risking her whole family. She knew how her mother would react but Bridget thought it would be more than that. Would her whole family reject her? She just didn’t know. Her mother was the most extreme, but what if they all turned their back on her. The thought of that was overwhelming. Combined with losing Don, it meant the end of everything that had defined her life up to now.

“I just don’t have the courage to do it,” Bridget thought to herself. Just admitting that caused her to start sobbing again. She felt Sian’s arms tighten around her. Even that little action meant to help caused conflict. Bridget longed to give into the reassurance Sian was offering but at the same time, it was a reminder of what she was going to be losing. She took in a long shuddering breath. Trying to stop her crying, Bridget found it impossible. She put her arms over Sian’s and squeezed. It was important that she let Sian know how much she appreciated the comfort Sian was trying to give; even if she wasn’t finding any comfort in it.

Bridget wasn’t sure when she stopped crying but at some point she realized that she had. Twisting so that she could see Sian’s face, she looked into Sian’s eyes. Even if it started her crying again, Bridget needed to say something to her. “I’m sorry, Sian. I’m so sorry.” Bridget’s voice was very soft and Sian could hear how close she was to losing it again.

“Don’t be, Bridge. I understand,” Sian replied as her fingertips lightly ran over Bridget’s cheeks. She could feel the rough skin, irritated by the constant stream of tears. Bridget’s eyes closed tight as she tried to stop any more. Turning away, she rested her head again against Sian’s chest.

All the crying had left Bridget feeling exhausted. As she lay there, the rise and fall of Sian’s chest and the sound of her breathing began to lull her to sleep. Even though she longed to surrender to it, Bridget knew it would be the wrong thing to do. It might give her a little while longer with Sian, but it just made it harder for Sian to do what she had to. Finally Bridget sat up and swung her feet down onto the floor.

“I should go,” Bridget said without looking over at her. She felt Sian’s hand reach out and stroke her back. As much as she wanted to lean into it, she didn’t. She sat like that for a few moments and then she stood up. Trying not to think about how they had just had their last intimate moment, she walked over to where her coat was hanging and began to put it on. Behind her she could hear Sian getting up. Picking up her purse, Bridget turned to face her.

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This is my first I’ve made, so tell me how you feel about it in the comments, and let me know if you would like a second part involving some other people. 😉 Anyways, I hope you enjoy. Sorry if my grammar isn’t great.

*****

I’ve been a pretty normal guy my whole life, but that drastically changed when I hit puberty. I started noticing girls, and one girl in particular. My older sister. She’s two years older than me, and I started getting attracted to her when we were both much younger, ten years ago I think, I’m 23 now. I never told anyone except my best friend, and he understood, so that made me feel better, but I still felt disgusted at myself for thinking about anything like that. I mean, she’s my sister! I can’t be thinking like that.

But anyways, over the years, I started peeking on her when I could. When she changed, when she took a shower, when she bent over to get something in the kitchen. God was she hot. Straight blonde hair, blue eyes, big ass, nice toned legs, flat stomach, and her tits were pretty big, 36C I think.

As we grew up together though, we grew apart, and I understood why, she didn’t want to hang out with her annoying younger brother. But I wanted to be with her, even if it was just watching a movie or something. But growing up apart didn’t change how I felt about her, I wanted to be with her in more ways than one. I wanted to have sex with my older sister.

But jumping to current times, I was going on a trip with my twin cousins Riley, Rachael, and Alice, my sister. The twins are 24, I think, I haven’t seen them in years. Luckily Alice still hadn’t found out about my feelings, which hadn’t gone away from my teenage years, or so I thought.

I show up at her house and saw my cousins cars already there. I get out of mine, and knock on the front door.

“Jake! It’s been forever!” Alice says as she hugs me.

I happily hug her back, “I’ve missed you.” I say, then let go. “Are you gonna invite me in, or just let me die out here?” I joke.

“Oh of course, come on in!” She smiles and waves me in.

I see my cousins sitting on the couch, watching some dumb reality TV show.

“Riley, Rachael! Hey!” I say, and hug them both.

“Hey Jake, it’s been so long.” Riley says, smiling big.

“It has! It’s been what, three years?” Rachael asks.

“About that, yeah.” I say, sitting down with them. “But anyways, when are we gonna leave?”

Alice replies, “About 3:45, so an hour ish.”

“Alright, who’s car are we taking?” I ask, looking at Alice’s breasts for a moment.

“Well, mine obviously.” Alice says, adjusting her shirt a bit to cover her cleavage. “It’s the biggest out of all ours.

“Sounds good.” I smile.

An hour later, at 3:30 everyone puts their bags into Alice’s car, and I drive. Alice sits in the passenger seat, and the twins sit in the back. I drive for somewhere near two and a half hours, and we finally get to our cabin.

I Casibom get out, “Anyone need help with their bags?” I ask, grabbing mine.

“Of course we do, were all weak.” Riley jokes.

“Oh so I’m just your personal bellboy now?” I laugh, and grab a few more bags.

“Sure, why not.” Alice smiles, and looks at my crotch, or maybe she didn’t.

I take all the bags inside, and set them in the living room area of the cabin. Riley and Rachael take their stuff into the first bedroom, and I put mine in the furthest bedroom from the living area. Alice put hers in the bedroom between mine and the twins. Which was very beneficial to me, there was a hole in the wall from my room to hers, and it was in a dark corner so she wouldn’t notice. We all go to the living room to watch a movie and eat before bed. We choose a horror movie, something about a cabin in the woods. Which is exactly where we were, a cabin in the woods.

Alice sat next to me, and scooted kinda close, maybe 5 inches of space between us. Then the movie got to a scary part, and she jumped and put her head on my shoulder, facing away from the TV.

“You alright?” I ask her in a hushed tone.

“I- I’m fine.” She says, her head still on my head.

“Then you wouldn’t mind moving your head?” I ask, planning something.

“Oh ye- yeah sure.” She says, then slowly takes her head away, and tries to scoot further from me.

“No, stay close, I just don’t want your head on my shoulder.” I whisper to her. She moves back next to me, our legs now touching. I put my hand on her thigh, and just keep it there.

She looks at my face, then my hand, then my face again. She does that for about thirty seconds, then sighs and relaxes. Further into the movie, at a calm part, I start to move my hand further up, near her crotch. Her breathing picks up pace slightly, but she stays quiet. I look at her face, and she’s biting her bottom lip, and she looks very comfortable. When the movie ends the twins go to bed, and Alice goes to her room. I quickly run to mine, and turn the light off. Walking to the corner where the hole in the wall is, I peek through and see Alice slowly taking her shirt off, she was almost doing a… a striptease. Maybe she was, maybe she knew, oh god if she knew, I was fucking dead. But I continued to watch anyway, and my cock was rock hard when she finally took her shirt all the way off, and I could see her bra covered breasts. “Fuck those things are great, so big..” I say to myself, as I slowly take my cock out of my shorts. I start to jerk off as she unhooked her bra. In my head I was in that room waiting to suck on her tits. Then her bra falls to the floor and I moan loud as I cum all over the wall, and she looks over at the hole, but before I run away from it I see her grin.

I wake up the next morning, and of course my cock was hard. I decided to not jerk off. I leave my room in nothing but my boxers, forgetting I was with other Casibom Giriş people. I walk into the kitchen and see Alice bending over to grab something from the cupboard. I just gawk at her big ass as she stays bent over.

“Hey little brother.” She says and smiles, before standing back up. “Enjoying the view?”

I feel my still hard cock twitch, and she looks down at my crotch. “I- I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean..” she says seductively, then walks away, her hips swaying, and I just stare at her.

Later the twins get up, and we all go outside to hang out for a bit. Oh yeah, the cabin was in some woods by a lake.

“We’re gonna go for a swim.” Riley and Rachael say at the same time then giggle.

Me and Alice stay by the lake, just relaxing, when suddenly she stands up.

“Hey guys!” Alice shouts out to the twins.

“Yeah?” They ask back.

“Me and Jake are gonna go talk, so just go inside when you’re done!” She says, then grabs my hand and pulls me to her car.

“Wait wh- what are we gonna talk about?” I ask nervously.

“I know what you did last night Jake.” She says nonchalantly, and looks me directly in the eyes

“W- n- I- I didn’t do anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I say, very clearly lying.

I’m leaning against her car, and she comes closer to me. “I know you were peeping on me.” She whispers into my ear. I accidentally moan when I hear her say that. “Does little brother like her sister talking like that?” She asks, clearly trying to trap me so she could say I tried to make a move on her.

“Y- no..” I lie again, my pants bulging because of my hard-on.

“Don’t lie.” Alice smirks as she pushes me hard against her car, then kisses me hard.

My eyes widen in surprise, but I relax as I realize what’s happening. I’m kissing Alice, the one girl I’ve wanted to be with for so long. I grab her hips, and kiss her back with the same force and intensity she kissed me with.

She pulls away for a moment, “I know you’ve been looking at me all this time. I just thought you’d make the first move.”

“You’ve known?” I ask, not entirely surprised, I wasn’t exactly sneaky when I peeked on her. She kisses me again, and I quickly switch positions with her, so she’s pushed against the car.

“Fuck me Jake.” She whispers.

Now this, I was shocked by. “Are you serious Alice?”

“Yes brother.. I want you to fuck me.” She moans.

“Open the back of the car.” I smile.

She goes and opens the trunk area of her car and sits down.

“Take your shirt off.” I say, standing in front of her.

“Is little brother dominant?” She asks, her voice dripping with sexiness.

“Yes I am, now take your shirt off.”

“Yes sir.” She smiles, and seductively takes her shirt off.

“Bra as well.” I say, rubbing my cock through my jeans.

“Mm, does little brother want to see Casibom Yeni Giriş big sister’s titties?”

“Yes I do.” I say, grabbing her face and kissing her hard.

She kisses me back, I push my tongue to her lips, and she accepts it. ‘Holy shit’ I think to myself, ‘I’m making out with my sister’. I start to explore her mouth with my tongue, moaning into her mouth.

She pulls away, “Fuck me Jake, I need your cock in my pussy.”

I immediately pull my pants down, “Take the rest of your clothes off.” I say to Alice, who starts to take her bra off. Her bra drops, along with my jaw. “Holy shit those are great.” I say, gawking at her.

“Wanna touch my tits brother?” She asks looking me in the eyes while I stare at her bare breasts.

I reach over and grab both her tits in my hands.

“Mmm that feels good Jake.” She moans taking her shorts and panties off.

My jaw drops further when I see her bare pussy in front of me, “You’re not a virgin are you?”

“Is it bad if I’m not?” She asks nervously.

“No, it’s fucking hot if my sister’s a slut.” I say, rubbing her nipples.

“Mmm you like your big sis fucking other guys? You like thinking of me having a big cock in me?” She asks, clearly trying to get me hornier, if that’s even possible.

“Spread your legs.” I say sternly, pulling my boxers down to reveal my seven and a half inch hard cock.

She opens her legs to show me her pussy, and I moan when I see it, and I see her eyes widen when she finally looks at my cock.

“So does Alice want this big cock inside her?” I ask, as I slowly rub her pussy lips with the head of my cock.

“Yes!” She moans loudly, thrusting her hips into the air.

“Don’t move.” I say, grabbing her hips, and pushing into her wet slutty pussy. “Fuck you feel great, Alice!” I moan as I feel three inches of my cock get engulfed in her fuck hole.

“So do you!” She whimpers and moans.

I bend over so that I can kiss her again, and move my hands to her sides, staring her in the eyes.

“You like little brother’s cock inside you?” I ask, pushing the rest of my cock into her.

She gasps, then whimpers, “Yesss Jake!!” She shouts, loud enough for the twins to hear.

“Good!” I moan as I start to fuck Alice’s pussy hole fast, “Cause I love fucking your slutty cunt!” I shout as loud as she did.

“I love it when you talk like that little brother!” She moans, neither of us even trying to be quiet anymore.

I start to fuck her fast, “I’m gonna cum!” I moan, after a few minutes of that speed.

“Me too!” She shouts as she rubs her clit and I slam into her nice wet cunt.

I thrust hard into her as I cum inside her unprotected pussy, “Fuuckkk Alice!!” I shout.

Her body shakes, and her pussy clenches my cock tight, “Yeeessss Jake!!” She screams, “Your cock is amazing!!”

After we both cum together, I slowly pull out. “We should go before they start to get curious.” I say smiling big.

“Oh of course, not like we were screaming or anything.” She smirks.

I smile, and we get dressed to walk back to the cabin. Her pussy filled with my cum.

To be continued… (maybe.)

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‘Where do all my socks keep disappearing to?’ Katie yelled from her bedroom. ‘I swear the washing machine eats them or something.’

In his own room Nick glanced over to his bed, as Katie continued to yell and throw things around searching for her missing socks. She’d never find them hidden under his mattress, of that he was certain. For months he’d been taking them from her laundry while she was at college and secreting them away for his own personal use. He briefly considered fetching one out for some pre-work relief, but changed his mind as Katie stormed past his open door.

‘I bet your stuff doesn’t go missing,’ she pouted, before yelling downstairs again. ‘Found any, mum?’

‘None down here,’ their mum shouted back. ‘Anyway, I haven’t got time to look. I’m off to work. Bye both!’

Nick heard the front door slam, and Katie made a drawn-out groan. She stomped up to his room and stood in his doorway pouting.

‘What am I gonna do? I can’t go out like this, can I?’ She indicated with her hands, and Nick’s gaze slowly moved downward. Under her skirt, she was wearing one knee-high sock in vibrant green and black stripes, while her other foot was bare. Nick’s eyes widened as he noticed her black-painted nails. He swallowed, before tearing his gaze away.

‘You could… wear flip-flops?’ he suggested a little hopefully. The idea of seeing his sister in summer footwear gave him a little thrill.

‘In this weather? Yeah, sure,’ she sighed. Outside the sky was a dull grey and rain was lashing down, as it had done all week.

‘I dunno, then. Plastic bags?’ he laughed. Katie gave him a look, and headed back to her room. Moments later he could hear her trashing her room again and grumbling. Nick sat back in his chair, and let out a long relieved sigh. She hadn’t noticed his erection, despite the fact that he was only wearing his boxers. It was a close one, and no mistake. In future, he’d have to make sure his door was closed.

Noticing the time, he hurriedly dressed and headed to work, calling ‘Bye, Katie,’ over his shoulder as he rushed out.

Time in work passed slowly, and while Nick considered texting Katie to ask whether she’d found any socks, he was sure it was better not to let his mind wander back onto her legs and feet. By three, though, Nick was feeling a familiar urge and decided to clock out of work early. A half hour later, with the rain still pouring down, he let himself back through the front door and stood in the hallway dripping water onto the carpet.

‘Anyone home?’ he called, knowing full well that Katie and his mum would be still at work and college respectively. Silence was the only reply, and Nick smiled. He could already feel a thrill of excitement running through his body, and shedding his coat on the floor he practically ran up the stairs to his room. He could practically already feel the fabric of Katie’s socks on his skin; smell her sweet foot scent. His mind raced as he burst into his room, and suddenly he stopped.

Katie was in his room. On his bed. Dressed the same as she had been that morning, one bare foot and all. Her mascara, however, was smeared around her eyes. And around her, scattered on his bed and on the floor, were more than a dozen socks.

She looked up at him and appeared to be struggling with something for a moment, before her eyes filled with tears. ‘You fucking sicko,’ she muttered quietly, before stifling a sob and repeating herself louder. ‘You. Fucking. Sicko.’ Her lip trembled, and Nick could feel his legs begin to shake. All he could do was stare at her, his mind racing as to what to say. He opened his mouth, but before he could form any words she spoke again.

‘Sit down, Nick. Sit down,’ she sniffed. ‘I think we need to talk.’

Nick nodded, and with trembling limbs he headed to his desk and slumped on the chair.

‘What is… this?’ Katie asked him, waving her hand around to indicate the socks he’d stolen. She looked up at him, staring with tear-filled eyes directly into his.

‘Katie… I…’

‘No. No. You listen to me, Nick,’ she said, her voice low and calm as she continued to stare. ‘I came in here to see if you’d accidentally put any of my socks in with yours, and as I was looking I noticed one hanging out from under your mattress. So I lifted it up, and found all of these.’

Nick’s heart raced, not even willing to speak.

‘Oh, and look what else,’ she snarled, lifting some magazines from the bed and throwing them on the floor. He stared blankly at them as they fell at his feet. Leg Show. Foot Parade. Toes n’ Soles. Nick bit his lip.

‘Tell me what all of this is, Nick. The truth,’ she pursed her lips.

Nick looked down at the magazines again, and took a deep breath. His pulse raced and he could feel his whole body trembling, unsure of what to expect. He’d never told anyone about any of this side of him.

He licked his dry lips with an equally dry tongue, and looked at her.

‘Katie, I have… well, it’s called a foot fetish,’ he paused, but she said nothing. ‘I Casibom get turned on by feet. I got these magazines and, well, y’know. And then one day I found one of your socks in my clean washing, and I just thought… well, you can guess.’

‘Tell me, Nick,’ she said quietly.

‘Well, I wanked into it, Kate,’ he said, his face burning red. ‘I wanked into your sock.’

She stood up and looked down at him, and then smacked him across the face. He gasped with shock, but Kate had already started to shout.

‘You wanked into my sock? That’s disgusting! That’s… Jesus, that’s so perverted!’

‘I know, Katie. I know,’ he said, his voice wavering with shock and his throat tight as he held back tears himself. The words began to pour out of him. ‘I’m so sorry but once I’d started I couldn’t stop it and then I started taking more socks and I just… I couldn’t help myself, Katie.’

She sat back down on the bed, hugging her arms around herself. ‘Freak,’ she muttered. Nick looked down, and Katie drew her legs up. ‘Don’t you dare look at my feet, Nick,’ she said.

Nick couldn’t speak. He didn’t know what was going to happen next. Would she tell their mum? Would she tell the police? They sat in silence together for what seemed like an age, before she got up in silence and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

* * * * * *

Days passed, and other than being civil with each other, Katie and Nick didn’t communicate at all. Nick’s collection of her socks had been discarded by him that day, and she’d bought new ones that she kept a close eye on. Their mother, if she had noticed the awkwardness, didn’t mention it to either of them. Then a week later, as Nick was getting dressed for work and their mum left the house, he heard a tentative knock on his bedroom door.

‘Nick, can I come in?’ It was practically a whisper.

‘Sure.’

She came in already dressed for college in her typically ‘alternative’ style – knee-high striped socks, hefty boots, t-shirt and skirt. He smiled weakly at her and sat in his chair as she stood awkwardly in the doorway.

‘We need to talk again, Nick,’ she said quietly.

Nick immediately started. ‘I haven’t taken any of your things, Katie. Not since…’

‘I know,’ she interrupted. ‘I keep a count of them all now. My socks, I mean.’ She let out a small nervous laugh.

Nick grimaced. ‘So what did you want to talk about?’

She hovered in the doorway, as if deciding whether to stay or go. Then she stepped in and sat down on the bed opposite Nick.

‘What you did was really disgusting, you know,’ she said.

‘Yeah yeah, I know. Look, you can go if you’ve just come in here to call me names.’

‘No, no. It’s not that.’ She fidgeted a little. ‘It is disgusting, yeah, but the thing is I keep thinking about it.’

‘I’m sorry, Kate. I didn’t want to like, scar you for life or anything. Really I didn’t.’

‘No, I don’t mean that,’ she sighed, appearing a little frustrated. ‘I feel like I can’t say what I mean, but well, what I mean is that I keep thinking about it, Nick. You know, while I…’

Nick looked at her with eyebrows raised questioningly.

‘While I masturbate, Nick. God, you’re so fucking clueless,’ she snapped, suddenly angry.

‘What?’

She looked down at the floor. ‘Look, at first I was really disgusted and angry and upset with you. But then a couple of days later I was playing with myself, you know, and for some reason I started to think about what you’d done. And I came really hard as I thought about it, and since then I’ve done it every night.’

Nick looked at her with disbelief, unsure of what to say.

‘So what I’m saying is I guess we’re even,’ she muttered, and looked up at him.

‘I guess so,’ Nick said slowly, his mind suddenly racing. She masturbated thinking about his sock fun! She got horny thinking about his dick in her dirty socks! He bit his lip, and she just sat on his bed swinging her legs and looking at the floor.

‘So,’ he ventured. ‘What should we do about this?’

She stood up and looked down at him. ‘Obviously we shouldn’t do anything,’ she said bluntly, and walked out of the room closing the door behind her. Nick let out a long breath and relaxed into his chair, when his attention was caught by something. Laying on the bed, where Katie had been sat, was a neon pink and black striped sock.

* * * * * *

That evening, after a long day of work, Nick sat in the lounge idly flicking through TV channels. His mum was rushing about getting ready for a night out with her friends, and no sooner had the door been knocked than she’d hurried out with a shouted ‘Bye, you two. Be back late tonight!’

Every channel was somehow simultaneously boring and enthralling, and he barely registered as Katie thumped down beside him.

‘Anything good on?’ she asked.

‘Nothing,’ he replied, continuing to click.

‘Hey, Nick,’ she started, talking in an innocent voice. ‘A funny thing happened today. I lost one of my favourite new socks. Casibom Giriş Have you seen it?’

Nick stopped clicking, and after a few moments swallowed and ventured a reply. ‘Oh, yeah. I had to put it through the wash for you.’ He risked a sidelong look at her. ‘There was something sticky all inside it.’

‘Oh really? I wonder what that was,’ she said in a more teasing voice.

‘Hmm, your guess is as good as mine,’ Nick said.

‘Well, my guess,’ she said, leaning in close to him and whispering into his ear. ‘My guess is that my sock was full of cum.’

Nick turned to her. ‘Really? Well, who’d do a thing like that?’

‘Oh, some weirdo with a foot fetish, I think,’ she replied giving him a wide but nervous smile.

‘Know anyone like that, Katie?’

‘Oh, no-one at all.’ She held up a long striped sock in front of him and then laid it down on the sofa between them. ‘But I bet if I leave this here I’ll draw him out.’

Nick looked down at the tempting sock, and then back up at her. He bit his lip and laid his hand on the sock, then whispered to Katie. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’

In reply, Katie kicked off her hefty boots and lifted her sock-clad feet up onto the coffee table in front of them. With a sudden burst of excitement, Nick grasped the sock from the sofa and lifted it to his nose, then inhaled deeply. He let out a low moan of pleasure.

Katie gave a small gasp. ‘Oh my god! You’re the one who filled my stinky sock with cum!’ She giggled and then leaned in close to him, wrapping her arm around him. ‘D’you wanna fill this one up too?’

Nick gasped at her suggestion. ‘Mm, I really do,’ he breathed. ‘You want to watch?’

Katie nodded slowly. He continued to look at her as he unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and, shifting a little, pulled them down enough for the bulge in his shorts to be visible.

‘Have you seen one before?’ he asked, not sure if he wanted to know about his sister’s sex life.

‘Oh, one or two,’ she laughed. ‘But I’ve never seen one in a sock!’

Nick grinned. ‘Well, I never thought I’d show anyone.’

Katie smiled and then her eyes travelled down to his crotch. ‘Show me,’ she purred.

Nick held the sock in his right hand as, with his left, he teasingly pulled his boxers down over his bulge finally letting his erection spring free. He paused, and Katie repeated the same words but slowly, insistently. ‘Show me.’

He opened the mouth of the sock with both hands and slowly eased it down over his twitching cock until it was bunched around the base and the sensitive head was in the toe of the sock. As the fabric touched he gasped, and then with his right hand he began to rub up and down his length. Next to him, Katie watched the show with wide eyes. ‘Mm, that’s so pervy,’ she breathed.

‘You like it?’ Nick asked. Katie nodded in response. Then Nick mimicked her words. ‘Show me.’

She took her arm from around him and leaned back on the sofa, her eyes still on his sock-covered member. She lifted the front of her skirt and revealed a pair of black panties that already showed a small dark wet patch. She licked her lips as she slid her fingers down and began to gently rub through the moist fabric. She let out a little moan.

Watching her touching herself, Nick gripped his cock tighter, and started to jerk himself faster and faster. ‘You like watching me, Katie?’ he gasped between breaths.

She nodded, and reached her fingers under the fabric of her panties. As she touched her swollen clit she gasped. In turn, her gasp of pleasure made Nick wank faster and faster, the toe of the sock pulling tight over the head of his cock and getting damp with precum, panting now as he pumped.

‘You like to touch your clit while you watch your big brother wank?’ Nick moaned. Katie let out a small pleasured cry and looked up at him, her face flushed and her mouth slightly open. ‘You want to see me fill up your sock?’ he asked, louder and between ragged breaths.

‘Yes!’ she squealed as she pushed a finger into her pussy. ‘Spunk in my sock!’

At her words he tensed his body up and with a loud moan pulled the sock tight down as he began to squirt into it, filling it up with burst after burst of his sticky seed. He arched his hips as the shudders of his orgasm ran through him, and beside him Katie began to shake with her own. She furiously rubbed at her clit until it became almost painfully sensitive and then let out groan as her legs quivered. Nick took deep breaths and let his head fall back onto the cushions as Katie’s trembling subsided and she leaned her head on his shoulder. She inhaled slowly and then let out a long sigh.

Still holding the cum-filled sock on his shrinking cock, Nick smiled. ‘Oops, looks like I filled this sock up too.’

She let out a small, exhausted laugh. ‘Mm, you’re right. How disgusting!’

* * * * * *

After the events of that night, things returned to normal. Nick and Katie were back on speaking terms, and though she didn’t mention their masturbation Casibom Yeni Giriş session sometimes he caught a glance from her that showed that she was thinking about it. However, weeks passed with nothing but the memory of it to sustain him. It seemed to Nick that their adventure had been a strictly one-time deal.

Then, five weeks after that momentous evening, Nick and Katie’s mum announced that she was going away for a week’s holiday ‘with the girls’, starting the following day. After a frenzy of packing and searching for a misplaced passport, Katie and Nick found themselves alone together for a full week.

Nick was in his room, catching up with some work emails, when Katie barged in and crashed down onto his bed.

‘What do you like to do with feet?’ she asked.

‘Hello to you too,’ Nick grunted.

‘No, tell me,’ she insisted. Nick sighed and swivelled on his chair to face her.

‘Why do you want to know?’

‘I’m just curious.’

‘Why don’t you look up foot fetishes online, then?’

She laughed. ‘I already did. But there’s so many things, I just wanted to know what you like.’

He pursed his lips, knowing full well that he should return to his work, but a familiar tingle creeping over him nonetheless. Without waiting for him to answer, she continued to talk.

‘I’ll ask you, and just tell me if it’s something you like, yeah?’

He nodded in assent and settled back in his chair.

‘Okay so, do you like to see dirty feet? Like, covered in mud and stuff?’

‘Ew, no. I’m strictly a clean feet guy.’

‘You like to suck on toes, Nick?’ she asked with a grin.

‘I’d love to try it,’ he responded.

‘You haven’t tried it before? Not with any of your girlfriends?’

‘I’ve never even told them I like feet,’ he said awkwardly.

Katie paused and looked thoughtful for a second. ‘Why not?’

‘I dunno. I guess I’ve always worried that they’ll think it’s gross or something.’

‘Yeah, I get you,’ Katie nodded. ‘But does that mean I’m the only person who knows?’

Nick smiled wanly and nodded.

‘Wow. That’s kind of weird, isn’t it.’

Again, Nick merely nodded, feeling a kind of sadness that he’d never been completely honest with his past girlfriends.

‘You want to suck my toes?’ Katie asked matter-of-factly. Nick jolted out of his melancholy but couldn’t find the words to respond.

‘Seriously,’ she grinned at him.

‘I…’ he started, but faltered. She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed facing him.

‘Listen. It sucks that you’ve got this secret and I’m the only one who knows it,’ she said. ‘But if I’m going to be the only one who knows you like feet, I don’t want to stop at only knowing a bit of the secret. I want to know everything.’

Nick merely nodded, his mind racing with equal parts lust and disbelief. Katie leaned in closer to him.

‘And I mean eeeeverything.’

Nick smiled, his nervousness fading. ‘Okay. Okay, fine. I’ll tell you everything.’

‘Good,’ she said as she leaned back on the bed. ‘So let’s start again. Do you want to suck my toes, Nick?’

‘Yes,’ he said eagerly, his nerves gone and replaced with nothing but desire. ‘Fuck yes, I want your toes in my mouth!’

Katie laughed and smirked at him. ‘Hmm. Say please!’

‘Please!’

‘No, ask me properly,’ she chided in a mock patronising voice.

‘Please let me suck your toes, Katie!’ he practically pleaded with her, his dick growing steadily harder within the tight confines of his jeans.

‘That’s better,’ she giggled, watching his reaction as she slowly slid her hands down her legs to her chunky gothic boots. ‘So I guess I should take these off, huh?’

He nodded and couldn’t help but lick his lips in anticipation.

‘Ooh, so excited!’ she purred in a teasing voice. ‘I wonder if I can make you cum in your shorts just with my toes.’

‘I’d rather cum on your feet,’ he blurted out before he could help himself. Katie stopped undoing her boots and looked up at him with an expression of pretend shock on her face.

‘You’d rather do what? That’s disgusting!’ she announced. ‘You want to get your gross sticky sperm all over my feet? Ugh, my brother’s a total pervert!’

He let out a moan and started fumbling with the zipper of his jeans, eager to get his dick out, when she reached over and slapped his hand.

‘Nuh-uh. Don’t get your cock out. I told you, I wanna see if I can make you cum in your shorts.’ She laughed a little cruelly before lifting her legs up and kicking her gothic boots off, revealing her dainty sock-clad feet. As he watched, she wiggled her toes inside the socks. His cock throbbed.

‘You know, I painted my nails especially for you,’ she said. ‘I know you like to see black polish on my pale feet.’ She hooked her thumbs under the hem of her right sock and slowly eased it down, revealing her leg inch by inch until she reached her ankle. She lifted up her leg, her foot hovering mere inches from his face. ‘You want these toes?’

‘More than anything!’

She bit her lip and eased the sock off of her foot, and Nick caught only a momentary glimpse of pale soft skin and black nail polish before her toes pressed against his lips, and he parted them to take her toes into his mouth.

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“Carl, I gotta call Michael. I’m worried sick about our babysitter not being here yet.” Abigail told her husband. “Did you call her back?” Carl asked.

“Well she said she’d be on her way. And usually she’s fast. In twenty minutes we gotta leave or we’ll be late. She has to be here by now.”

“Ok, get Michael,” Carl said as he fixed the bow tie of his tuxedo before the dresser mirror.

She punched the numbers on the phone and a male voice came through after one ring. “Michael, you’re aunt Abby.”

“Oh hi auntie how are you?” Michael said.

“I’m fine, thanks. Sorry to bother you in such short notice. I need a favor from you Michael? The babysitter I hired this evening is not here yet. I wonder what happened to her. You’re uncle and I have a very important occasion to attend to and we need someone to stay in the house to watch over the kids? Would you come here please. Anyway they’re on the bed right now and sleeping. We’ll be home past 1 am I suppose.”

“No problem, auntie I can come right away. I’ve nothing important to do tonight. I’ll see you in around 10 minutes.”

“Oh terrific. Thank you very much Michael. You’re a darling. I’ll just give you what I have to give to that babysitter.”

“Keep it, auntie, I’m cool.”

“No Michael I insist, I can pay even more.”

“Alright Auntie if that’ll make you feel good.”

“Good, take care Michael,” she said sighing a feeling of relief and hung up.

Later after 10 minutes Michael arrived in his motorbike.

“Auntie, you look gorgeous!” Michael said as he buzzed her on the cheek when they met at the doorway.

“Hmmmwhaa! Good of you to make it,” she said kissing the air by his face so as not to smudge him with lipstick. “If the babysitter arrives then it’s up to you to stay or not. The money is under that lamp.”

“I’ll stay if the baby-sitter is beautiful,” he said as he walked in the house with Abby.

“Well, she is! But don’t let the devil get into you. She’s a sweet, sweet girl and I like her very much and so I’m really worried why she hasn’t arrived yet. Be nice to her Michael if she ever comes in.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“Oh auntie, you worry too much.”

“Oh I just hope nothing happened to that girl on her way here.”

“Oh there you are Michael. Thanks a lot for coming. I really appreciate it having you here. How are you doing?” Carl said showing up and grasping his arm and shaking his hand.

“Fine, uncle. Looks like this is some big night happening.”

“You could say that. Buzz me in case of any emergency. The number is attached on the fridge door. I need a man rather than that little girl ‘cos we’re coming home quite late.”

“Of course. Have a nice evening uncle,” Michael said and Carl nodded approvingly.

“Carl we better run along now, Michael you know your way around just feel at home ok?” Abby came back in putting a shawl over her elegant evening gown.

“Sure, sure auntie. I’ll be fine here and I’ll check on Bobby and Maryanne from time to time.”

Five minutes after their Volvo sped away the doorbell rang. Michael peered into the peephole of the door and recognized a girl with long, curly dark hair. He opened the door. “So you are the baby sitter?” he said with a spurt of surprise as she looked familiar.

“Guilty. I see that I have a replacement?”

“God, what happened to you?”

“I had an accident down the road. Two cars were chasing each other and I avoided them. My bike fell off the ravine and I was thrown out down a creek. I’m bleeding. Something pricked my bottom.”

“Oh yes, you are. Come in, come in. Any other injury?”

“Just some other scratches,” she said cutting her glance to the side of her bottom where it bled the most.

“Uncle is a doctor, we can find some medicine to fix that.”

“So you’re the nephew. I can recognize you. We’re from the same school right?” she said as she walked right in and then collapsed down to the floor.”

“Yeah, I see you around in the campus. I’m Michael,” he said and as he turned around he heard a thud. “Geez, what’s hap…!”

Michael crouched down to the floor. “Hey, hey, snap out of it. C’mon don’t die on me here.” Michael said cradling the back of her head and holding her face thrashing it side by side by her chin. Her eyes were half-closed and only the whites showed.

The girl was pretty. Her hair was a mess damped with mud and her hooded velour heather gray top suit were torn at some places. Her jeans were mixed with mud and blood that ran from around her hip.

“Should I call 911?” he muttered to himself as she was not responding. Instinctively, he placed his ear on her chest while grabbing her wrist and sensing a pulse. “She just might have fainted. Oh, Christ what’ll I have to do? I’m dumb in this kind of situation. Splash her with water? Carry her to the sofa? And soil it with blood?”

Michael thought hard. Still down on the floor, he raised one knee and rested his elbow there with his thumb between his teeth and took a once over look at her crumpled body on the blue carpet. The velour top she Casibom wore supplied his assumption that she was not wearing a bra underneath.

“Guess I’m a bit lucky tonight. I could check her boobs,” he muttered leering privately to himself. Between her drawn up hooded top and jeans circling low about her waist, her stomach and navel showed. Suddenly he was tempted to unzip her top and his hands went into action. Nervously, he choked on his drool as he carefully negotiated with the zipper.

Finally. “Oh, Christ these are pin-up boobs!” He looked at those fulsome pair warily and he was glad they were not damaged. He bent down his head and smelled the flesh of her boobs letting the point of his nose rubbed on the sleeping rosy nipple. “Hmmm, she smells like a baby.” Then he heard a muffled moan from her and quickly pulled back the zipper. “Oh babe, I’m sorry I…” he uttered startlingly as he was suddenly attacked by guilt. She was regaining consciousness. Then her eyes popped open wide. “What happened to me?”

“Are you okay? I’m afraid you fainted.” She sat up. “Ouch,” she cried and put her hand on her tush where the pain originated.

“C’mon let me help you get up,” he said and held her by the hand and shoulder. She rose up to her feet, staggering a bit.

“I need to check this thing in the bathroom. Will you bring me there?”

“Of course,” he said and led her with his one hand curled around her waist while he held her arm that was slung on the back of his shoulders. Inside the bathroom she braced her hands on the marbled counter sink and leaned into the mirror and looked at herself. Then she straightened herself up and her fingers worked on her button-fly jeans and then pushed it down revealing a floral bikini messed up with blood at the right hip unmindful of Michael staring. She lifted a bit of the panty leg at the side to look at the extent of the wound. “Could you check this if it needs stitching?”

Michael bent down a little. “C’mon take a closer look,” she said unabashedly.

“I’ll get a wet cotton to scrub the blood,” Michael said and opened a medicine cabinet to look for those first aid stuff. He grabbed an Acrinol bottle, cotton balls, a pack of gauze strips and some plasters and put them on the sink table.

Michael crouched down and stared up close at the flesh and swabbed the wound with damp cotton balls and when the blood were blotted out lacerations appeared in varying degrees of cut but not gravely deep.

“No stitching needed for this. It is just a nasty scratch. You’ll live. This would suffice,” he said showing the bottle of Acrinol to her. “I’ll apply this on then put a gauze over the scratch then plaster them presto.”

“Mind if I take a shower first before you put those on so I could clean myself and all the other scratches?”

“Go right ahead, good idea.”

“I left my backpack outside the door, could you get it please. I have some extra clothes in there.”

“Okay,” he said and got up and left the bathroom. Some sweet girl, huh. He murmured to himself.

“Thanks,” she said and stripped down her clothes all the way and dropped them on the heap on the tiled floor. She entered through the shower enclosure and scratched her pussy a bit then sniffed her fingers. Then her hand turned the knob to adjust the water temperature. The soothing warm water cascaded on her. She found not much scratches all around as she soaped her body. Only that of her butt cheek took the nastiest cut. She wondered how she survived from that fall. It was a perilous accident. She had climbed her way up from that ravine through those shrubs and thorny plants without bothering to check her bike as it was dark. The shallow creek had drenched her clothes but they somewhat dried a bit when she walked all the way to the Silvers’ house. Now she felt better and heard Michael came in with a knock and placed her backpack near the shower stall allowing himself a glimpse of her naked body through the smoky glass enclosure.

“Here’s your bag. Ah…how shall I call you?”

“Sara. Sara Melendrez. And you?” she called out.

“Michael Sanders,” he replied peering his eyes wide open through the glass until he was able to make out the faint nipples of her ample boobs and dark bush down her center as she turned to speak to him. “Thanks for the help, Michael and before you go, hand me a towel please.”

“Here,” he said handing the towel out for her as she pushed open the sliding door almost giving him a full view of one boob which bounced out.”

“Don’t mention it, thank God you’re alive,” he grinned. Oh aunt Abby, don’t go home yet, check out in some hotel with uncle and have yourselves some good time. Sara’s some babe with a body to die for. He thought to himself as he turned his back and moved out of the bathroom.

Michael called out from the outside and asked if he could get her any drink.

“Oh go get yours first and I’ll decide later as soon as I’m out of here.”

“Okay,” he said and proceeded to the bar and decided to try Scotch.

Later she was out lifting her head as she swept her hair up with her Casibom Giriş hands by the sides making the curly tresses tumble down at the back of her head. Her face was now scrubbed clean showing a nice arc of forehead, thick but trimmed eyebrows, smoldering eyes, upturned nose and angelic rosy lips. She was now wearing gray yoga pants cut at the calves and a yellow cotton top, no bra to disrupt the nice swell of her knock-out boobs.

“So what’ll you drink?” Michael asked solicitously.

“What are you having?”

“Scotch.”

“Then I’ll have the same. I could use something like that. Just like those scenes in the Wild West when cowboys take them in the bar after some brawl or gunfight.”

Michael went to the bar with an amused look and poured small amounts into two glasses.

“Michael can I ask you something directly to the point?”

“Shoot cowgirl,” he said as he handed her the drink. She took the glass but before lifting it to her mouth she shot the question. “Are you gay? I heard rumors in school you’re one of them.”

“You believe the rumors?” He asked in a gentle voice.

“I don’t know that’s why I’m asking you.”

Michael cocked a brow. “There are many gays in the school but certainly I’m not one of them. Why do you ask? Do I look like one?”

“Hard to tell. Yes you’re right, there’s a lot of good-looking hunks in the school and what a waste. And you got a great looking bod,” she said her eyes flashing some flirty signals.

“So are you,” he jibed.

“You take a good look at me in the shower, didn’t you?”

“Can’t help it. I’m not a guy made of stone not to appreciate a piece of…ah…a human work of art.”

“To us, Michael,” she said raising her glass grinning her charming best and Michael touched it with his. “Yes to us,” he said and they both drank the amber liquid.

“Whooh, fiery, huh?” she hissed her tongue and rolled her big eyes.

“Do you drink?”

“Oh this is first time. Not bad.” She giggled, her face blushing quickly and looking prettier every inch of the way.

“How do you feel now?” Michael asked with eyes bright with optimism.

“A lot better. I won’t bike again at night. I’m lucky to be alive.”

“Aunt was worried that something might have happened to you that’s why she called me.”

She shook her head in dismay then suddenly gasped at the thought which made her hand flew up against her startled mouth. “Oh we forgot something! You’re gonna put the bandage on the scratch,” she mused out loud.

“Oh yeah, this story won’t be completed without that.”

“What?”

“Nothing, I’ll get those stuffs. It’s silly I’ve forgotten about that too,” he chortled and walked hurriedly back to the bathroom.

When he returned to the living room, she was lying face down on the sofa.

“Michael, I’m glad you’re not squeamish on blood.”

“It’s life. Proof of life. Without it then there’s death.”

“Some words to live by. You can pull down my pants. I’m in your hands,” she said with eyes closed and lips smiling feeling measurably relaxed.

Michael put the medical stuff on the coffee table and sat next to her side. Carefully, he pulled down her velvety pants up to where it was convenient for him to work on the big scratch. She had a healthy glowing pink bottom like a baby’s skin encased in a maroon thong so it didn’t hide the scratch on her ass cheek.

Michael sneaked a glance at the stairs suddenly thinking that the kids might be coming down and looking at them. Fortunately it was all quiet up there. No kid sneaking down and then he glanced at his watch. An hour had passed since his aunt and uncle had left.

“Geez, you have kissable ass, if I may be bold enough to say so.”

“Hmmm, no one’s ever kissed my ass except my Labrador pet and he licked it up while I was getting my underwear in the drawer.”

“He’s now probably missing you,” he said as he applied the Acrynol on the scratch. She giggled. “He’s an intelligent dog.”

A silent pause stretched a bit. “That’s not stingingly painful as I thought,” she said feeling the coolness of the medicine.

“Well, it’s got anesthesia in it. Your wound will heal fast with this and when you change the bandage you’ll have to apply this again until you see that it’s been dried and healing. I’ll give this to you to take home.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“There you go.”

“Will it have a scar?”

“Not if you put cebo de macho on it after it’s healed.”

“What’s that? Is that macho semen in English? Would you give that too?” she said throwing a side glance at him with a naughty look in her eyes.

Then she felt a whack on the other side of her ass cheek. “Ouch! What’s that for?” She yelled up a start.

“For giving me an uncomfortable, aching hard on,” he said scowling.

“You’re lucky. I can cure that!” she said and rolled up herself out of the sofa and stood before him, thoroughly amused. “Now sit back and relax and watch how I’ll give relief to that aching muscle,” she said kicking aside his foot to spread his legs. She hitched up her low-lung Casibom Yeni Giriş pants and dropped on her knees on the carpet before him.

“Have you done it before?” he asked eyes open wide and bright.

“Have you had it before?” she retorted posing between his legs. Michael couldn’t answer at once.

“Let’s see if its kissable too like you said about my ass.”

“Oh geez, Sara you’re making me too excited,” he said as Sara eased her hands down his belly raising up his T-shirt up and staring down thoughtfully at his bulging erection through his jeans.

“I’ll take it slow and easy, till the swelling subside,” she said with a sexy grin deftly unzipping his jeans open and slid her hand inside. “I think it had swollen very, very hard like you said. Tsk-tsk-tsk” she made that sound in her mouth making herself looking serious as she went her way through the folds of his underpants and grasped his cock. He looked away and rolled his eyes.

“Oh this is a humdinger!” she said offering him a dimpled smile. Sara used her moist curly brown hair to wrap around his now exposed cock and pumped it gently. “Geez, Sara, the kids” he said, torn between desire and caution.

“Don’t worry that’s why I’m covering it with my hair just in case,” she said and ran her tongue around the head. The head jerked responsively at the feathery moist touch of her tongue.

“Oh God! I won’t be able to stand it,” he croaked adoring her ministration and the alluring scent of her freshly shampooed hair.

She laughed and took it deep in her mouth, wetting the entire shaft and then withdrawing three-quarters of the way. She sucked the tip so hard he felt like it would fly off. “Oh Sara!” he said running his hands through her hair. “I’m gonna come now,” he breathed raggedly his face distorted with the agony of bliss.

“Oh no!” she said tasting the first spillage in her mouth. She quickly moved over to the side and scooped his spurting semen with her other hand so they won’t spill on the carpet or hit her shirt. “Aarghhh,” he grunted tensing and lifting his butt. She continued pumping him till all had pooled in her palm.

Later, as it was through, she stood holding carefully her semen in her hand like it was a C-4 bomb. “What shall I do with this? Put it in a bottle, store in the fridge and apply it later on my healed scratch so it won’t scar?” she said as her other fingers wiped off some spill outs that formed droplets at the back of her hand. Aunt Abby is a tidy woman so she thought.

“Hey I’m not a quack doctor. Pour it down on the plants,” he said keeping his cock back into his jeans.

She laughed a delicious laugh and went over to the ornamental plant and wiped her hands carefully on the big leaves. “Nice idea, look how shiny the leaves are now.”

“How was it? That’s my first if there’s any consolation to you,” she said feeling somewhat triumphant.

“Really? That’s my first too. It’s a wonderful life,” he said shrugging up his shoulders.

“Now what?” she asked.

“Go wash your hands. I’ll go check the kids first.”

“No, let me take care of that. I’m the official baby sitter. I’ll wash my hands upstairs and check on them. Now you go wash your dick or prick or whatever you call that ‘cos I’m gonna be back and I want some more.”

“Okay perhaps I’ll grab a quick shower.”

When Sara came back Michael was just getting out from the guest bathroom. “Bobby and Maryanne are sleeping and dreaming in the fairyland,” she giggled.

Michael had worn back his Diesel T-shirt and jeans but no underwear this time.

“Sara what are you doing in school?”

“Studying, of course,” she said.

“What?”

“The fine arts of giving head,” she said and laughed heartily. She looked at the nonplussed response of his face. “I’m just kidding. Look at that face,” she giggled. “I’m studying Global Dancing. And you?”

“Well, ah I’m in my junior in Business Management.”

“Hmmm, then I’ll have somebody to consult with in the future if I ever think of putting up a business. Like a school for mastering oral sex,” she said laughing again.

“You’re funny. Dancing, huh?”

“Yeah. Michael, I think I am a very good dancer. I have Latin blood coursing in me. I can do any dance in this planet and I can prove that to you tonight. So put on some music and I’ll dance, moonwalk, cha-cha, boogie or even lap-dance on you if you care to stick out your fat cock from your jeans. How about it?”

“Okay, I’m like a dirty producer auditioning you here if that’s what you want,” he said and went to the audio CD rack to find something.”

“We still have time, don’t we?”

“I guess so. It’s only about 10:30. They told me they’re gonna be back at past 1 am.”

“So we’ll still have plenty of time, huh?”

“Say, Sara how come you’re comin’ to me like you’re ah…ah an experienced girl?” He stammered.

“I’m not what you think I am. I’m still a virgin. I turned only 18 last August. After this accident that happened, I thought life is really short. We only live once so why not make the most of what life can offer. Here you are, a handsome guy, gorgeous body and cock… I could have rotten and die in that ravine for all I know without having tasted sex even once. I survived and that may have changed my attitude towards sex. Don’t you like what I’ve done to you?”

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“I’m going to a Christian camp,” Anne announced at breakfast one day.

My name is Brodie. My sister is a few years older than me, gorgeous, and spent each night sneaking into my room and getting me off with her hands, mouth, and perfect tits.

I’d recently discovered that my sister was being hypnotized by her boyfriend Brad. In the month or two that they’d been dating, he’d been slowly programming her to become addicted to the first cock she ever saw. He was obviously planning on finishing the program and showing her his own cock, but one day I’d flashed my sister as a joke and become the target of her desires as a result.

Since then, she’d been sneaking into my room each and every night. At first she’d just been watching me masturbate, but that had quickly become hand-jobs, which had in turn evolved into blow-jobs, and eventually tit-jobs.

A few weeks ago, I’d followed her on a date, and found out exactly what Brad was doing. I’d been repulsed, furious, protective…and incredibly turned on.

###

I’d hidden in the back seat of the car, heard Brad hypnotize her, heard her cry out her allegiance to cock…and I’d also discovered how Brad was doing what he did. Each date he’d push her boundaries just a little bit further. I hadn’t seen anything more than what her modest (but, given the circumstances, incredibly sexy) night-gown normally showed because he hadn’t programmed exhibitionism into her yet.

The night that I heard him hypnotize my sister, he’d told her that her hands and mouth were built to please cock (which I couldn’t help but agree with; I don’t think I’ll ever find anyone who can pleasure me like my sister) and added something new – her breasts.

Brad had told Anne that her breasts were made to please men as well.

I won’t beat around the bush: my sister is well-endowed. More than that…she’s extremely busty. She’s so top-heavy I’m amazed she doesn’t fall over from the sheer weight of them. Before Brad came along, I was aware of that, but only on a brother-sister level, y’know? I wasn’t hot for her like all my friends were. (and I mean ALL my friends. I don’t think there was a single boy my age who hadn’t brought up my sister’s tits in conversation at least once.)

Since her night-time visits had begun though, I won’t lie…I’d become a tiny bit obsessed with them. I was fascinated with all of her, I guess…when she first started watching me jerk off, I became entranced by her big, beautiful blue eyes…when she started jerking me off herself, I started obsessing about her hands, and when she started sucking me, I couldn’t look at those big ruby-red lips of hers without getting hard.

It made it difficult to sit across the table from her during meals, I’ll tell you that.

And since I’d heard Brad telling her that her breasts were made for men to admire, designed to get men off…well, I hadn’t been able to get them out of my head.

Fortunately, immediately after the date that I eavesdropped on, Anne had come into my room as usual, and I could see how quickly Brad’s commands took effect. She was wearing the same old nightgown, but she’d managed to adjust herself in such a way that she showed more cleavage than ever before.

I came particularly quickly that night, and dropped off to sleep straight after. Anne’s date nights were running later and later – and now I understood why!

The next night, nothing changed. I was starting to work out how Brad did it – instead of dumping a heap of new information at once, he’d slowly change her thoughts, alter her ideals…instead of suddenly making her a tit-fucking nymphomaniac, he’d planted the idea that her breasts were designed to make men happy one night, and then hinted at the idea that they were particularly good at serving cock the next.

And two date-nights after that, I’d have to guess he gave up on hinting, because Anne came into my room, slipped her nightie off her shoulders, and nervously exposed her tits.

I must have stared for ten whole minutes before I realized that neither of us had said anything. Anne, for all her looks and confidence, had still never really been with anyone before. (I mean, I knew she hadn’t done anything with Brad, and as coordinator of the town’s chastity club, it’d be a bit suspicious if she’d hooked up with any of the other guys she’d dated.)

So even though she was stunning, sexy, and just downright beautiful, I could still see the look of worry in her eyes as I checked her out. She should have been able to tell from my gaping stare how hot I thought she was, but her lack of experience extended to boy’s reactions as well, I guess.

“Wow,” I eventually said, putting her out of her misery. She visibly relaxed, causing her boobs to bounce a little as she sighed in relief. “Anne, those are…I don’t think I’ve ever seen such beautiful tits.”

“What other tits have you seen?” she asked, confused. Maybe I should have felt guilty – each and every night I was cumming inside my sister’s mouth, and she didn’t even know about the porn that perverts like me could access online.

Maybe I should have Casibom stopped things then and there, realized that I was taking advantage of a true innocent…but all I could think about in that moment was how hot she made me, and how much I wanted to touch her breasts.

“None,” I lied instead, not wanting to go into long explanations. “But even if I’d seen every other girl in the world, I know I’d still be able to say that.”

She smiled – that heart-melting smile that always drew my attention to her lips and got me hard.

But I could tell it wasn’t those lips I was going to be fucking tonight.

“Do you wanna…” she gestured. Clearly Brad had put the idea in her head, but she didn’t have the words for it. I was curious to see how she’d express the idea, but again I put her out of her misery.

“You want me to fuck your tits?” I asked. Two months ago, the idea of saying that sentence to my sister would have been impossible…now, it was met with an enthusiastic nod.

“Oh god, yes…” she replied, not even aware that she’d blasphemed. (again, for the old Anne, that would have been unthinkable.) “I’ve been dreaming about this…I don’t even know why, but I just…I just…”

She trailed off once more. Like I said, I think my sister was simply lacking the vocabulary to express her own arousal.

I had some hand-cream in my bedside drawer, even though it’d been unused since Anne’s nightly visits had started. I explained to her that I’d have to be the one to administer it to her tits, and bless her innocence, she didn’t even think of questioning me.

My hands coated in cream, I leaned forward and for the first time got to touch my sister’s glorious orbs.

I could have sat there for hours; my first real life boob-touch was everything I’d hoped it’d be, and more. Her tits were soft, her nipples were instantly hard (and surprisingly rubbery…) – I must have run my hands over every inch of my sister’s tits at least ten times before finally remembering that this was just a warm-up for the main course.

She was moaning and writhing like an animal in heat. Except for the orgasm I’d overheard from the back seat of our family’s car, I’d never seen Anne so openly turned-on. It was as hot as the hell her actions were undoubtedly sending us to.

When I stopped, she leaned forward and tried to follow my hands with her tits, but I was focused on what was about to happen.

I pulled my cock out, and she stared at it adoringly. I’ll never get sick of that, I thought. Even though I knew it was Brad’s doing, there was still something incredibly hot about Anne staring at my cock like that. Her body was, after all, made to please cock, and as the lucky beneficiary of Brad’s mind control, it had been specifically programmed to please mine.

What man wouldn’t enjoy that?

Her tits well-lubricated, I slipped my cock in-between them, and started to slide in and out of her cleavage.

It was heaven.

I guess part of it was in my head; the knowledge that only a few minutes after seeing my sister’s tits for the first time, I got to slide my cock in and out of it…but the physical part felt pretty great as well. Her boobs were so soft – the hand cream that I’d rubbed onto them had turned her cleavage into a soft, wet tunnel, and my cock loved it.

Cumming at least once a day had slowly built up my endurance (I kept expecting Anne to complain that her jaw was getting sore, but I guess her love for my dick outweighed any discomfort she might have felt) but the sheer erotic charge of fucking my sister’s tits combined with the build-up of getting to fondle them and stare at them for the first time, and ensured that it didn’t take more than a few minutes before I was shooting my load all over Anne’s face.

Back then, I didn’t know her orgasm face that well, so I can’t be one hundred percent sure…but I think that just the sight of my cock, inches from her face, blowing a load all over her…I’m pretty sure that was all it took to push her over the edge.

It was an amazing sight. Her moans, a little squeal or two, a flush not only on her face but all over her chest…and then just a few seconds later, she was done and I had my big sister back. Anne smiled at me, her face covered in cum, and laughed.

“It’s messy, isn’t it? But just as much fun.”

After that, tit-fucking became a regular part of our night-time activities. Depending on our moods, Anne would suck my cock, or I’d fuck her titties, or sometimes I’d just play with them while she jerked me off.

Until, of course, her breakfast announcement.

###

I responded to my sister’s news by almost choking on my Cheerios, but managed to cover it up with a cough. If I was really the good guy I was tying to be, my initial thought would have been worrying how she was going to survive without access to her addiction, but honestly, my first worry was how I was going to survive without sex for a week.

My parents just nodded – this was the sort of thing that they were used to hearing every month or three – and asked who was hosting it, where Casibom Giriş it was, all that stuff.

“It’s one that Brad told me about,” Anne replied, and my head snapped up to watch her as she continued. Her eyes were unfocussed, and she was swaying slightly.

Thinking about it, I’m not sure how Brad managed to convince my parents he was the perfect little Christian that he clearly wasn’t. Maybe he hypnotized them too? Or maybe Anne’s recommendation was good enough, because she’d never been wrong before. About anything.

But Anne’s declaration that she was going was enough for everyone except me. I did the fastest research ever, and proved my suspicions correct – there was no camp. Brad was taking Anne, presumably to finish the program and expose himself to her. Would that cancel out me? Would she now be addicted to two cocks?

I didn’t know what to do. I definitely didn’t want this hypnotizing scumbag to take advantage of my sister, so I knew I had to do something fast. I knew I had to tell her what was happening, what Brad was doing.

That night, Anne sneaked into my room as normal. Over the past week she had started playing with herself while pleasing me, which was new and interesting, and the dress code had been updated (presumably as a result of Brad’s sessions).

She had started wearing underwear – at first just her boring stodgy bras and panties, but over the course of the week they had gotten sexier and sexier. I dunno if she had bought some herself on trips to the city or if Brad had been supplying her, but whoever was buying – they had good taste.

Tonight’s number was a g-string (it must have been Brad’s influence, because I could have sworn g-strings was near the top of her list of sins) (although I guess incest and masturbation were probably higher) and a half-cup bra, which was something I’d never even known about before my sister started wearing it for me. I have no idea what her excuse would have been if mom or dad had caught her with that in the hallway.

Knowing my sister though, she probably could have explained it away. “No Mom, it’s fine. It’s for Halloween.”

She looked at me with a cute puzzled expression when I slapped her hand away. Not like slapped slapped, but stopped her from undoing the buttons on my pajama pants, as had become our standard opening ceremony.

“Anne,” I said, “we have to talk.”

I patted the bed next to me, and she sat down. Her nipples were at attention, but I barely managed to resist playing with them. They were perfect little red buds, built to please men. She noticed me staring, and smiled. I very nearly had to slap my own hand away.

“Anne,” I said again. “Have you ever wondered why we’re doing this?”

She looked thoughtful for a second, then shook her head.

“I mean, you know it’s not normal, right? You’re coming into my room each night, dressing up like you’re my plaything.” (her smile came back at that, eager and proud).

“I’m your brother. We shouldn’t be doing any of this. Every night, we’re…we’re practically fucking!”

That was a bad choice of words. She bit her lip, her eyes vagued out, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Anne, focus!”

Another thing that had been changing – not only in the last few week, though I had definitely noticed it more since witnessing her date – was that Anne was becoming more and more submissive. Most noticeably with me, but she was doing it with everyone, or at least every male. Dad, bringing groceries in, had asked her to give him a hand with the door, and she had almost tripped herself on her rush to open it.

So when I snapped at her to focus, she immediately sat up, started staring me intensely in the eyes, and tried to answer my question.

Well, she didn’t try very hard.

“Is something wrong?” she asked. “I thought…I thought you were enjoying this.”

“Yes,” I said, and immediately regretted it when her eyes rolled back again, “but why? Why are we doing this?”

I don’t know if it was a part of Brad’s programming, or my sister’s natural ability to make everything revolve about her, but she looked down at her exposed tits, and frowned.

“I thought…I thought you’d like this. I thought it-”

I cut her off.

“Anne, not the point!”

“It’s okay,” she smiled back at me. “I can take it all off.”

As I sat and watched my sister unhook her bra and slide down her panties, I realized three things. Firstly, my life had changed so much that I was actually struggling to remember what life was like before the day I flashed my sister. Secondly, my sister had changed so much that she was almost unrecognizable – I was sure that Anne of two months ago would never have shaved her pussy, let alone done it because a few nights earlier, I’d let slip that I thought the idea was sexy.

And thirdly, Brad’s programming must have been nearing an end, because I was pretty sure my sister was about to try to fuck me.

I’d never really thought about sex much before.

Well no, that’s a lie. I’d thought about sex plenty, and in great detail. Casibom Yeni Giriş But I’d never thought about sex as something that could actually happen to me. Whenever I’d played with myself, I’d imagined someone cute and willing. Enthusiasm is sexy, even when it’s just enthusiasm that you’re imagining. No one gets off thinking about having sex with someone who’s not really interested in them.

But even in my wildest fantasies, I’d never thought it would be with someone as cute, willing, and enthusiastic as my sister.

Before you judge me for what happened next, I want to make it clear that I did try to stop her. I said “no” several times; maybe not as loudly and forcefully as I could have, but the word definitely came out of my mouth. I did nothing to encourage her; I tried to push her away, but my hands kept on ending up on her sizeable breasts, and once your hands make contact with tits, they sort of don’t want to stop, y’know?

And when I finally summoned up the will to tell her it wasn’t happening, her mouth sort of landed on mine.

Anne wasn’t my first kiss. I’d gone on one of Anne’s Christian camps once, and a girl there had thought I was cute. It wasn’t anything serious – I was 11 – but I just want to make it clear that I’ve kissed a girl other than my sister, okay?

Having said that, Anne was my first French kiss. If you’ve ever had a hot naked girl writhing on your bed, forcing her tongue into your mouth and said no, then you can judge me for what happened next.

In short, we fucked.

I had no idea Anne’s feet were as nimble as they were. While she was kissing me and holding my hands onto her tits, one of her feet managed to pull down my pajamas and underpants. She lowered herself down on me – she was so aroused that my cock had no trouble parting her pussy lips, so wet that the resistance was almost non-existent, so ready that she took my entire shaft in one agonizingly slow move.

She would have been a virgin, I guess – I didn’t think about it at the time. (I wasn’t really thinking about anything at the time). My guess is that she’d been practicing on hairbrushes or something like that, because there was absolutely no evidence that my cock was the first thing to penetrate her pussy.

“Brodie,” she moaned as I thrust into her, and I’ve gotta admit it was pretty hot hearing my name moaned so lustfully by someone I was having sex with. Maybe part of Annne’s “training” had been researching it online, maybe she was just naturally skilled at it (as she was so many things in life), but even though it was her first time, it was absolutely perfect.

Anne knew what muscles to squeeze; the noises she was making remain the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and even though she spent most of it with her eyes rolled back in her head in bliss, she was able to gauge exactly what I wanted and start doing it before I even realized that I wanted it.

Her mind had been so thoroughly programmed to serve men, most of it was probably subconscious. Without even being aware of it, she was using her mouth, her hands, her breasts, her pussy…everything she had at her disposal, from her voice to her skin, just for me. Just to please me. Her entire body was dedicated to giving me as much pleasure as she possibly could, and…wow. I’m guessing you haven’t been on the receiving end of that, but believe me, it’s pretty amazing.

I feel a bit bad that I haven’t mentioned my sister’s ass before – like the rest of her body, it was absolute perfection. Pert, round, big-but-not-Beyonce-big…and when you’re drilling her, fantastic to grab a hold of.

“Oh feel my ass,” she moaned when I reached around and grasped it, “please Brodie please, touch my ass.”

Like I said, my brain was pretty much turned off at this point – my sister’s body is so perfectly constructed, so ripe for fucking, all I can think about when I see or touch it is how much I want to have sex with her. If I had been thinking, I probably would have second-guessed myself and not been bold enough to do it, but without that filter I just acted, and put a finger inside her rear.

Maybe it was the sheer wrongness, maybe one of Brad’s lesson plans had been about what a glorious ass she had and how it was built for pleasure, but it was that act which set her over the edge. She started screaming in pleasure and I could feel her tighten around me, setting my orgasm off as well.

During most of Anne’s nightly visits, she’s had her mouth full. I don’t think either of us were prepared for the noise that she made as we simultaneously came, as I spurted inside of her and she rhythmically tightened around me. It was loud and joyful, and though my parents are heavy sleepers, I fully expected them to come bursting through the door and catch us.

Perhaps Brad really had gotten to them, perhaps it just felt louder to me because I was inside her at the time, but our post-coital panting was not interrupted by Mom and Dad bursting through the door. After a few minutes, I sat up and just appreciated the vision in front of me – the hottest girl I’d ever met; my sister; naked, covered in sweat, panting, a giant smile on her face, utterly satisfied, recovering from just having been fucked for the first time – by me, her little brother. I leaned over and slowly licked from her nipple to her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed blissfully.

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