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An Empty House Brings Back Memories

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The kids were away with grandparents. Her husband was away. Her au pair was at the mall. No one but the cat and her, in the big house, surrounded by blissful silence. No one needed her and the To-Do list had nothing that couldn’t be put off an hour or two. This had never happened in a full ten years and she was not about to lose an opportunity.

She slipped her pants and underwear off and let her legs fall open on the bed, reaching in her night table for her trustiest vibrator. Looking back through old messages from her husband, she returned to a voice memo left when he was desperate at work one day. This memo recounted a fantasy he had of her coming to his office by surprise, demanding a thorough licking, and leaving without letting him come.

In the middle of the recording he had clearly begun to touch himself, which he did with greater and greater abandon as the fantasy enveloped him and brought him to the brink of an orgasm.

Later, when she questioned him, her husband insisted his colleagues couldn’t have heard him recording all this because the door, he maintained, was very thick. His voice grew ragged and soft as his breaths became jerky; it turned her on to hear it so many months later in the recording.

As she kept her toy trained on her clit, she listened to the whole thing, and was suddenly reminded of a story from her own past, one that she had never told her husband. He loved when she would speak of her hot adventures with various men—there had been quite a few before he came along—and he most loved when she described in detail her memories of how they had made love to her with cocks much larger than his own.

So she was surprised to realize she had never recounted a particular prize of a story, one that she knew he would relish and play back in moments by himself. Too bad, she thought, that he isn’t here now to hear it, while the details have returned to me so vividly.

There had been one guy, back when she was in her late twenties, who was reckless in all sorts of ways, some of which disgusted her and led to a breakup within months. He’d gotten pulled over for speeding so many times that his license had been revoked for awhile… he would take her to a particular Mexican restaurant and always paid for the meal on a company card while laughing about how often his boss ate at the same restaurant… he would take her to his parents’ apartment when they were out (because it was bigger and nicer than his) and insist they have sex on his parents’ bed when they might walk in any moment. So many things. So many reasons to dump the guy. And yet there was one convincing reason not to quit him. His cock.

This man (his name was Luke) worked in Manhattan at a glamorous law firm with plenty of white marble and expensive art in the halls. How did she know what it looked like? She had visited once and never forgotten a single Escort bayan detail about the afternoon. It was in spring, on one of those days that a woman can suddenly put on a sleeveless top without shivering even once, when summer is undeniably close and everyone feels the joy of a sunny warm day. She and Luke had made plans to go to an outdoor concert that evening in Central Park and she had packed a picnic in a backpack for the occasion. He’d suggested she pick him up at his office, which seemed like a fine plan.

When she reached the lobby of his firm, a young man who appeared to be a college intern called Luke’s office to tell him she was there. He looked so fresh and innocent, attractive in a wholesome way, not marked by the rough and tumble of New York living.

As she waited for Luke to come out to meet her, she chatted with this receptionist and sure enough, he was an intern, freshly arrived that very week from a small college in Minnesota. He seemed so green in every way; she even wondered if he had to shave more than once a week. She inwardly smiled to herself as she imagined him earnestly stroking himself in some paltry dorm room at night, imagining a woman sucking him when in fact he had no experience whatsoever and no courage to seek one out. Strange, she thought, that sometimes the strangest images would appear in her brain.

And then she remembered Luke mentioning this guy to her the day before; Luke had remarked how eager the college kid seemed to soak up any and every experience. She had thought how sweet that sounded, and suggested that Luke take the mentor role seriously and show the guy the best of New York. Now that she was meeting him, she realized that Luke had made him sound like a dorky kid, not this tall, cute guy at the desk.

But then Luke appeared, opposite in every way. He had a swagger that turned her on, and wore his suit well, with a fitted button down shirt that hugged his muscular chest. He was in his late thirties and already had a six o clock shadow when it was only 5:30pm.

“Hello,” he drawled in that deep voice she loved. “Come on back to my office for a sec,” he gestured to her. “I didn’t have a chance to wrap one last thing up for the day.”

He put his hand gently on her back and guided her down the hall, past those glittery, paint-dabbed prints in the hall.

“Actually, let me stop in the bathroom first. Meet you in a moment?” she asked.

The receptionist—Mark was his name—kindly offered to show her the way and handed her the office restroom key. He mentioned that Luke was the last one on the floor and that he would lock up the office when they were ready.

She followed Mark’s directions to Luke’s office and found him packing up his computer.

“What a view,” she commented, looking out his window at Central Park below.

“Yeah, I got lucky with the Bayan escort best office,” he agreed, and as she gazed at bikers circling the reservoir, she heard him close the door and felt his hands around her waist. It was a very thick door, though that realization only came to her decades later, when she remembered the whole scene while listening to a recording of her husband stroking himself in his office, behind the same type of door.

“I have to have you before we go to our concert,” he growled. “I haven’t seen you in anything sleeveless since we met in January, and this dress is making me crazy.”

“But your receptionist—he’s waiting for us to leave so he can lock up!” she reminded him, though his obvious erection pushed up pleasurably against the small of her back.

“We’ll be quick. We both know how fast I can make you come.” It was true, he had discovered her talent for orgasms that rushed through her with hardly any effort, and this was the part of his recklessness that attracted her so much.

He lifted her dress, groaned with satisfaction upon discovering her bare ass, and slid his fingers between her legs. “Wet already, you naughty girl!”

He flipped her around, pushed her roughly onto his desk, and pulled her legs apart. She sat up, facing the door, grasping at the glass surface of the desk to keep her balance as he hungrily licked her on his knees. In the excitement of the whole scene, she came within a minute, as he’d predicted. It was very hard, actually impossible, to do it silently, though she didn’t think she’d moaned too loudly.

“Your cock, right now,” she urged, and he stood up and dropped his pants in a smooth gesture. Positioning himself between her legs as she stayed seated on his desk, he grabbed her by those uncovered shoulders and pushed his way into her dripping pussy.

Oh, it was so fulfilling. That satisfying cock always undid her, made her rethink her plan to end the relationship as her friends advised. Luke’s cock was just so thick, so meaty, and so expertly used as he pumped in and out hard without building up at all.

They both knew they had no time, and he was desperate too. (This was years before she learned to demand that her partners withhold their orgasms; back then she foolishly let them come every time.)

“I can’t believe how good you feel in this position,” she mumbled. “I guess I’ve never been fucked in this position by anyone as big as you. It just never felt like enough with the others but this is perfect.”

“My cock is the biggest, isn’t it?” he asked. “I want you to say it now.” He smiled through clenched teeth as he drew closer to his orgasm. His cock swelled even further and she felt her pussy stretching and squeezing it.

“Well, I’ve yet to meet a bigger one,” she whispered. And that tipped him over the edge. In his reckless way, he grunted loudly Escort as he came, and she felt his balls slap against her in his final thrust. The final straw was hearing him shout the name of another woman—the same woman he’d assured him was a long-ago ex.

Suddenly she was disgusted and felt her desire for him wilt away. His cockiness and carelessness overwhelmed her and she felt herself in a new place altogether.

Before he’d even pulled out of her, they suddenly heard a voice calling, “Excuse me! Excuse me!” It was Mark, she realized, and a perverse idea suddenly came over her.

She pushed Luke off her as she stood up and let her dress fall back into place. “Yes, come in!” she called, though Luke was still pant-less.

Mark pushed open the door, saying, “You forgot to return the bathroom key! I have to put it back in my desk drawer before I lock up…”

All at once he took in the scene before him and gasped. There she was in front of him, perhaps the same type he had in his mind as he masturbated at night, flushed and unkempt, with her hair undone. And Luke! His pants were around his ankles! Mark couldn’t help but glance at the now-flaccid cock hanging down impotently. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and equally shocking was the sight of this confident man all red and embarrassed.

Only she was calm. What a delicious situation, she realized. “Oh my god, the key! I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to give it back to you! Here it is!” she remarked, as she bent over to grab it out of her purse on the floor.

She made sure that Mark could see her breasts peeking out through her dress as she rummaged through the purse. She leaned towards Mark to give him the key and when he reached to take it, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him close to her. Both men seemed to want to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary but she wasn’t going to allow that.

“Mark, that’s your name, right?” He nodded and gulped. “Oh, you came at just the right moment! I heard that you’re new to the way things work in the City and I’d love to show you something that will really help you get a feel for New York. But first, before Luke gets his pants zipped up, have a look at that cock!”

Mark dumbly looked as she directed, though Luke was scrambling to put himself back together. “See how soft it is? That’s the cock of a man who’s done fucking for a little while. He won’t be able to get it up for a few hours at least. But the problem is that I only came once. Maybe you heard me, though it’s more likely you heard him when he came. I really am used to multiple orgasms. So before you lock up for the night, would you help me out?”

“Uh, I think I should leave,” Mark stuttered, and Luke agreed that this was a great idea. But she had thought fast and reminded both men that this state of affairs should stay between the three of them.

“If you don’t help me out, Mark, I’ll have to tell the partners about the shenanigans that you’re both involved in. And if you do help me, I’m sure Luke will write you an excellent recommendation for law school, right Luke?”

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Metamorphosis

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Note: In this story, a characters internal dialogue is designated with italics in quotation marks. I think it makes it a bit easier for the reader to tell it’s a thought and not something said out loud, and hopefully adds to the flow of the story. I’m not insistent upon them though, and if Literotica feels like their unnecessary, they probably are lol. That’s all, thanks.

***All characters in this story are 18 years or older. This is the first part of the first story I’ve written for Literotica. It tells the tale of a reserved mother who is searching for fulfillment… a son who’s steadily slipping into world of secret fantasy… and an outspoken and wild aunt dead set on redefining family dynamics.

I’ve been an avid fan of the site for a few years now, and it didn’t take me very long to realize I wanted to write my own erotic fiction. I just couldn’t seem to get started. I eventually found the style I was looking for, and the words began pouring out faster than I could organize them.

This the culmination of multiple stories I’ve tried writing in the past year, and hopefully, the fruitful beginning to a literary journey yet to come. All I ask is if you enjoy it, let me know why, and if you don’t like it, definitely let me know why. This is my first story and with honest feedback, I think I can really fine tune my writing. Anyway, without further adieu… Metamorphosis ***

Chapter 1

Heather sat out on deck, listening to the summer creatures buzz and watching lightening bugs flash. It was a cool summer night and with a soft breeze it felt more like early fall than June. The breeze rustled the leaves as it blew threw them. In the shadow of the moon light they seemed to dance on the dark garden below. Somewhere distant she could hear a lone car strolling through the streets, “probably on the way home to their family” she thought to herself. She sipped her glass of wine and listened to the lullaby the summer night sang.

It was a song she’d long forgotten… until recently. The past few weeks she found her nights getting longer and her sleep getting restless. There had been no change in her work load, health, or habits, but something she couldn’t quite grasp was hanging on her mind. Or maybe it was something she couldn’t quite accept.

As Heather sat there, she thought to herself about many things. Her thoughts came in faster than she could organize them and were gone before she could dwell on them. She didn’t know exactly what her mind was trying to bring to the surface, but she was sure about one thing… she was unhappy. Or rather, “unfulfilled” she thought to herself. She had a good job working from home and owned an average car and house. She lived in a comfortable suburban home in a safe neighborhood, but still, Heather was starting to feel that she was wholly unsatisfied. She was coming to realize that some deeper, more instinctual part of her subconscious was emotionally yearning, reaching for something more…much more.

She thought about her marriage long come and gone and about the failed attempts to date afterwards. Her husband, Sean Sr., seemed like a distant person when she thought of him now. They married young at 21, and Escort bayan a year later gave birth to their only son. He stayed around for 3 years, until one night, he packed his bags, wrote a goodbye note to the family he never wanted, and drove away. Heather thought she was devastated at first, but in time she knew she had been fooling herself all along. She decided right there that romance would take a back burner to raising her son, and although she tried her hand at a few casual relationships, she never fooled herself with love again.

So there she was, 18 years later, sitting outside in the middle of night, grabbing for the reason she felt empty. She had all the pieces in front of her. She just doesn’t know that she was building a puzzle yet. Soon though, the pieces would start to fall in place themselves, but for that moment, Heather sat and contemplated the unease that was consuming her. After nursing her wine as slowly as she could, she took the last sip and stood up with a sigh. “What am I missing?” she thought to herself. Closing her eyes, she took one last moment to listen to the buzz of the night. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and walked towards the patio door

As heather was locking the patio door behind her, Sean sat upstairs in his room, typing feverishly on his computer. His fingers bounced off and on the keys, clicking rhythmically. He didn’t notice his dried out eyes or cramping hands.

In the otherwise dark room, the glow of the screen outlined him, creating a silhouette from behind. Far from a world with time or restrictions, he paid no mind to the clock on the desk changing from 2:51 to 2:52. Where he was, was a world with no school in the morning; no social hierarchies. It was a place defined by the stream of consciousness plugged right into his fantasies. On the other end of the channel, words flowed from his finger tips mixing fantasy with fiction, and landed on the screen in front of him. His fingers hit the keys at an uninterruptable pace, no longer delayed by the analytical mind. No… his creative river was too strong to dam now.

If he was a little more lucid to the physical world, he’d have noticed the light on the back deck being on. To his right was a window that overlooked the back of the house, and if he were to have looked out it at that moment, he’d have seen his mother’s shadow cross the deck. Paying no mind though, Sean continued typing away steadily, rearranging words like they were bricks and he a literary architect.

Heather locked the sliding door behind her and headed towards the kitchen. She wore sweat pants and a t-shirt and her auburn hair was pulled back into pony tail. She put her glass on the counter, flipped a few light switches and headed into the living room towards the stairs. A few more light switches later she was climbing the stairs towards the dimly lit hallway above. The stairs had plush blonde carpeting on them. It was the kind that felt like feathers between your toes, and hid the creeks and cracks of the hardwood underneath. Heather wasn’t one to buy lavishly or covet material objects. She was quiet and modest and didn’t flaunt what she had. Occasionally though, Heather would take a minute to look around and revaluate Bayan escort the comfortable life she worked so hard to provide for her and her son, and give herself kudos. Some things, like feeling the plush carpet between her toes as she climbed the stairs, reminded her she deserved it.

As she climbed the steps she lost herself in thought. She thought about how Sean would be getting up to go to school in a few hours, and just for a few more days. A her son’s journey so far, about how it seemed like just yesterday she was picking him up from kindergarten. She was having trouble digesting the fact that Sean was a week away from graduating high school, and only a summer away from leaving for college.

She reached the second floor and instead of absentmindedly turning left towards her room as she normally would, she turned to look towards her son’s bedroom. She was still in a daze of nostalgia, so it took a second for the world to come back into focus. When it did, it hit her that Sean’s door was cracked open a little, and the rarity of that happening. She debated her options for a moment before deciding to take a peak. Knowing it was three in the morning, she expected to find a dark room and her son asleep, snoring away. When she reached the door though, and took a look through the slim opening, she was surprised and a bit confused at what she found.

Inside the dark room, there was a white light casting long shadows. Right in front of the light she could see her son’s silhouetted head and shoulders. It took her eyes a moment to adjust, but when they did she was able to see that Sean wasn’t wearing a shirt. In fact… she was pretty sure… “Is he butt ass naked” she asked herself in confusion. “What is he doing?”… she thought to herself. She was having trouble processing the oddity of the situation for a moment, but in a few seconds she started making some deductions

“Naked… sitting at computer… 3 in the morning… naked….typing so fast…naked… typing what?” Her mind was working in fragments. She didn’t know what she was seeing and she had no time to notice her now racing heart. She realized she needed to turn away immediately and stop violating her son’s privacy, but despite the clarity of her conviction, something was holding her still. For some reason she couldn’t look away. She was attracted to the moment like a moth to a light bulb. The more she thought about not being able to turn away the, the strong the pull.

She was stunned by the look of her naked son, but when he shifted his weight slightly and she first saw his erection, stunned turned to a cold mixture of disbelief/confusion/intrigue. She was overcome with a stamped of emotions and thoughts she neither expected, nor could process. Her struggling to process the scene took on the form of hypnotism and she starred at the erection blankly. Ten minutes ago she was contemplating the complacency in her life. She was lost in the sight of her son’s naked body, and for a brief moment time seemed to stand perfectly still.

As fast as her flight of thoughts took off it crashed. An explosion of emotions and confusion consumed her before she could even recognize it approaching. At once, Heather filled with confusion and guilt; Escort resentment and intrigue. She felt terrible for looking but great for not stopping. This part of her she’d never known was suddenly starring her in the eye and it was happening too fast to even acknowledge. Her heart raced and jolts of excitement ran up her spine. Her stomach churned with apprehension though. She was like a woman watching her own subconscious split. It was too much… she had no idea how she’d gotten here. The world around her spun like a drunken dream, and suddenly, she was separating from herself. She could see herself starring through the door. Everything took on a haze.

She had no idea how she went blank for, but after what felt like five minutes, (in reality all of this happened in 20 or 30 seconds) she spun and put her back to the wall outside the door. Her breath had become more frequent, and with anymore excitement, it would become heavy enough to notice. Her heart raced fast enough to see her chest twitch with her heart beat. “What just happened?” she thought to herself. “Why is he awake right now and what is he writing and…” even her conscious thoughts didn’t dare say it. Although deep down, a small voice she couldn’t hear yet, did say it.

“And his dick… what about that? Your own son’s hard dick… you couldn’t take your eyes from it. Why Heather. Why couldn’t you?”

She had no idea what she’d stumbled on seeing, but she knew, despite any reasoning or justification, that she wanted to see it again. She turned her eye back to the crack in the door, and watched as Sean’s hands bounced almost silently on the keyboard. His erection was pointing straight upwards, and in her heightened sense of arousal, she could see it twitch with his pulse. In her mind’s eye she saw her hand reach out as she wrapped her fingers around it. Heather could perfectly imagine what the skin would feel like and the throb pulsing through it. She image of her hand wrapping around Sean’s erection, was too much.

Without thinking, she stepped to the side, turned, and walked towards her bedroom as quickly and quietly as she could. Her cheeks filled red with embarrassment and she tip toed into the room closing the door silently behind her. After briefly leaning against the closed door and taking a few deep breaths, she walked over and sat at the foot of her bed. She mumbled her thoughts softly to herself. “O.K, that was fucking wrong Heather. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe…” she trailed off. She shook her head as if convincing herself,

“I did NOT enjoy it. I was just so surprised I…” she said. She spoke in fragments, pieces of much larger ideas surging through Heather’s psyche. “O God… what’s wrong with me?” she asked herself as if in genuine realization. It was dawning on her that when she was starring at her son’s erection, she did indeed enjoy it. It was dawning on her that her heart had been racing and her stomach buzzed with electric butterflies, and as much as she didn’t want to acknowledge it, her crotch was quite wet.

Heather laid back in her bed, reached over and shut off the bedside lamp, and laid there in darkness. She tried whole hearted to slowly talk herself down and back into reality, and after a long while, she stumbled into a shallow and restless half sleep. About the same time Heather was falling asleep; Sean was cleaning up the mess from his hand and shutting off his computer screen. He went to bed quickly that night, and slept soundlessly.

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Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex flames will be snickered at and deleted with extreme prejudice. Enjoy!

Please Note: There are incest themes with a secondary couple in this story. Just a forewarning. ***

Chapter IV – There Can Be Only One! (Power Couple)

Connor sat on the roof of the house, looking up at the night sky. Their house was far enough outside of the town that none of the lights interfered with his view of the stars. Far above him, they turned endlessly through the heavens. Or so Big Mike had told him. He had no reason to not believe his older sibling; Mike was never wrong about anything.

He was only thirteen, but he was bigger than the other boys in his class already, even some of those in the grades above him. Okay, he wasn’t anywhere near as big as Mike had been at his age, but the DeBourne men were historically on the larger and brawnier side of average. He sighed heavily, trying to lose himself in the black vastness overhead.

“Why so glum, chum?” his older brother asked as he joined his Connor on the slanted roof. The tiles creaked under his weight while he walked carefully. Mike was only sixteen, and already bigger than their dad, who was not exactly a small individual. He eased himself down into a sitting position next to Connor, his legs crossed.

“I’m not glum,” Connor replied, shrugging. “Not exactly.”

“Then what’s the scoop, poop?” Mike quipped, nudging him. Connor gave him a sidelong glance and shook his head. Clearly, Mike had no intention of letting his little brother mope if it could be helped. That’s just who Mike was; he hated seeing people unhappy, especially his family.

“I dunno,” the younger boy admitted. “It’s hard being your brother sometimes.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Mike intoned, putting a hand on Connor’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

“It’s not your fault, you are who you are, and you shouldn’t have to stop being, ever,” Connor said. “But… I guess… well, you know what you’re doing with your life, right? You’re gonna be some brilliant physicist or something, make Einstein look dumb and figure out how everything works. And if you don’t do that, you’ll do something else and also be an Olympic champion, or Mister Olympia or whatever.”

He sighed again and leaned back on his hands. “And here I am, not even certain what clothes I’m wearing tomorrow.”

Mike smiled and shook his head. “You shouldn’t have to worry about any more than that, Connor. It’s not like you’re required to have your whole life planned out already. You’re not even a full-fledged teenager yet. You’ve got plenty of time to find out who you are.”

“That sounds good, but not when you’re the little brother of a boy genius,” Connor said, trying to not sound bitter. “I mean, yeah, there’s expectations of you, but after that, everyone looks at me and Ronnie. They either have expectations, or they don’t, which can be just as bad, because I feel… dismissed.”

Mike nodded. “I know. Not exactly fair, is it? But let me tell you, Con, you don’t need to worry. We all know who you are. Okay, maybe you’re not super-bright like me, but that doesn’t make you dumb. No DeBourne has ever been dumb.”

“What about Uncle Yance?”

“Every family has a mutant exception,” Mike replied dryly. “That particular mutant aside, none of you are dumb: not mom, not dad, not you or Veronica, not Josh. You and Ronnie get good grades in school.”

“Good enough, I suppose,” Connor allowed. “But I’ll always be compared to you, y’know.”

“Maybe, but you need to not worry about that crap,” Mike said firmly, looking up at the stars now. It was a warm September night, and he knew it was hard on his brother. “You need to think about becoming your best self; that’s it.”

“I don’t even know who that is.”

“Just you, but always being your kindest and best person,” Mike stated. “As for your future and career, well… dad says you’ve shown a knack for messing around with the engines in the cars. Maybe you’re a talented mechanic.”

“Well, I do like getting greasy,” Connor agreed. “And dad says there’s a good living to be made at it, even here. D’you think that’s what I’m meant to do?”

“I’ll be straight up with you, Con,” Mike said, pivoting to look at his brother. “I think you’re a DeBourne like the rest of us, and no one, anywhere, can stop you or prevent you from doing exactly what you want with your life.”

He took the back of his brother’s head in his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze while looking him in the eye. “And that’s a gift not a lot of people get in life, so don’t waste it. The only reason we’re put here on Earth is to make one another’s lives as easy as possible.”

“Is that what you’re gonna do when you’re a world-famous physicist?” Connor asked.

“Every single day of my life,” Escort bayan Mike said readily. “I’m gonna think of my little brother and wonder what I can do to make his life as enjoyable as possible. Because we DeBournes stick together, right?”

Connor grinned, heartened, as always, by his brother’s words. “Got that right!”

They did their secret ‘DeBourne Brothers’ handshake and then went back to looking at the stars. Connor sighed and considered. “So where’s Iscandar?” he asked, referencing a legendary planet from his favourite anime.

Mike considered, looking around. “Well, it’s outside our galaxy, hiding in the Lesser Magellanic Cloud. Soooooo, right about over there, somewhere. Y’can’t see it with the naked eye.”

Connor smiled. “Tens of thousands of light-years away. That’s cool to think about. Think we’ll ever go there?”

Mike shrugged. “Hopefully it won’t be to save the planet from radiation poisoning.”

“Dad says the Americans and Russians’ll turn the planet into a radioactive dust ball soon enough,” Connor mused. “Hope he’s not right.”

“That’s just dad grumbling,” Mike said easily. “He doesn’t believe it any more than I do.”

“What about that Star Wars project the Americans are working on?” asked the younger brother.

“You heard about that, hm? It’s just hype meant to scare the Reds into thinking their missiles can’t work anymore. They might as well just build a big net out of a trillion one-dollar bills and try to catch the missiles that way. It’ll be about as effective.”

“Y’don’t think we should worry?”

“The world’s a dangerous place, Con, no doubt. But it won’t be the Americans and the Russians who blow us up. We’ve got time.”

“Good,” Connor said, nodding. “I haven’t even figured out how to kiss a girl yet.”

“There, that sounds like my little brother!” Mike laughed.

***

“Another week and you’ll be starting in on your prep for courses,” Karen stated as they all sat together in the jacuzzi, the late-summer evening warm and the moon a bright silver overhead. She sat with her husband, while Jeanie and Freja sat together, and Alex and Alexa occupied the other third. Drinks were imbibed, and smooth jazz was playing, at Freja’s request. “Are you four ready?”

Alexa shrugged. “Ready as I can be, I guess. Soph year is hardly mind-bending for challenges. And since Alex and I did most of the sorting and organizing for the department, we’re already pretty up to speed on what the curriculum will be.”

“This year oughta be a breeze from that point of view,” Alex agreed. “Who knows, maybe it’ll leave plenty of time for a dazzling social life.”

“Big talk from a man who dances like Baby Groot,” Jeanie countered, pointing her wine glass at him and smirking. Alex stopped talking while Alexa giggled.

“What about you, Jeanie?” Karen asked. “Freja’s picking up her civil engineering course; what have you decided on?”

The brunette exhaled, looking at the foaming water around her boobs. “I’ll be honest, I’m playing it safe with some generals. I haven’t decided yet, because I don’t really do good in academics, y’know? Hell, if it weren’t for mom and dad’s money buying me a spot in the institution, I’d probably just be a high-class hooker with my wife.”

Freja nodded: “We would make great hookers together, yes.” She leaned in and gave her wife an affectionate kiss on the lips. Everyone loved Jeanie, but they were all perfectly aware of her intellectual limitations, Jeanie included. She loved everyone here in the tub with her, because they didn’t judge her for it. They just wanted her to be happy and have a purpose in life.

“What about less directly academic pursuits?” Karen asked. “Health or sports sciences or some such thing? They’re not easy, per se, but they don’t require a lot of numbers or convoluted concepts.”

“Yeah, I thought about that,” Jeanie answered, sipping at her wine and snuggling into Freja, who put her arm around her, her hand coming down to casually rest on her wife’s breast. “I could still look into that.”

“Alli says you’re joining her in some extracurricular dance courses,” Mike mentioned. “You’ll enjoy that.”

“Well, all my best moves are horizontal, but how different can it be?” Jeanie reasoned, making Karen smile and roll her eyes while Alexa shook her head.

“God, I love you so much…” Freja murmured, taking Jeanie by the cheek and pressing their lips together, kissing her deeply. Jeanie moaned quietly and turned into the kiss, the nipple of her left breast pressing into Freja’s right nipple. The other couples waited silently while they expressed their love and mutual desire unashamedly, tongues now tangling.

They kept waiting.

“Takes a lot of work to make me feel like a guest in my own jacuzzi,” Mike observed, while the two girls made out.

“Nobody is stopping you from indulging yourselves,” Freja murmured through her kiss with Jeanie.

“Yeah, Bayan escort and if we can’t express ourselves here, in private, and in front of friends, where can we express ourselves?” Jeanie declared, finally ending the kiss.

“Well, you certainly out-logicked me there,” Mike said dryly, shaking his head slightly.

“Darn right,” Jeanie agreed, high-fiving her wife now. “Best sexual power couple ever!”

“Ummm… ‘scuse me?” Karen interjected, her tone and facial expression indicating she was unimpressed with what she’d just heard.

“I’m just saying that the best sexual power couple in the whole universe is sitting right here, in your tub.” Jeanie explained. “You’re lookin’ at it.”

“I was wrong earlier about Health Sciences, Jeanie,” Karen said levelly. “You should be a stand-up comedian. Because that’s freaking hysterical.”

“I stand by my statement.” Jeanie replied, putting her arm around Freja, who nodded readily.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Karen continued, her eyes narrowing. “But haven’t Michael and I both been inside you, girl? Do you recall not being able to speak or walk for hours afterwards?”

“Well, that was you two tag-teaming me,” Jeanie said defensively. “But I have my own tag-team partner now, and she’s the best of the best. We complete one another.”

“Ja,” Freja added, smiling saucily and stretching her arms out on either side of the tub lazily. “It is perhaps time that the crown you wear is passed, I think? I bow to your oldsomeness. Age before beauty, am I right?”

The two couples stared at one another, saying nothing.

“Come along, Chip, it’s time for bed…” Alexa said somewhat hastily, rising and pulling Alex to his feet to exit the tub.

“Wait, why?” he asked as he stood, somewhat confused. “What’s happening?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older,” she said simply, leading him across the porch and into the house, still naked, while the other couples stared one another down quietly. “Just get me away from here.”

Alex sighed and led his aunt downstairs into the basement, where they shared a bedroom. Alexa tossed him a towel and they dried themselves off before climbing into bed together. She cuddled into his arms, sighing contentedly, and kissing his shoulder.

“Mmmmm, couldn’t ask for a happier place than this,” she purred. “In my husband’s arms, tucked away from a wretched world.”

They lay in silence for some time, before she looked up at him and smiled serenely. “It’s weird to think that you’re named after me, you know?”

He nodded. “Mom and dad told me that I was named after her long-lost sister, but it never really meant anything to me until you actually arrived.”

“And if I look carefully, it’s so obvious to me that we’re related,” she said softly, her fingers touching his chin and caressing it. “Yeah, you’re big like your dad and probably the other DeBournes, but I can see traces of the Blackwells and Gordons in you, too.”

“You can?”

She nodded. “You’ve got mom’s forehead, same as Kar does. And you’ve got Blackwell cheekbones, same as the relatives I’ve seen in pictures. And you’ve got your dad’s shaggy blond hair, but there’s a trace of the Gordon red in it. Kar got highlights of it and passed it on to you. It’s so pretty.”

He smiled and pulled her hair out of the messy tail she’d kept it up in while they were in the tub, the almost flaxen locks spilling out behind her. “And your hair is normally really gold, but if you stay in the sun the way you have, it goes even lighter. You almost go full-on Targeryan in the sun.”

She giggled and kissed his wrist. “I’ve always been that way: bright gold in the winter, spring and fall, almost platinum blonde in the summer. Keeps people guessing.”

“Well, I likes it,” he quipped, stroking her hair. “Gonna be hard not announcing how much I love you to the university once courses start.”

“Yeah, we still have to be careful, don’t we?” she mused. “What’re you going to do about that Heather girl?”

Alex considered. “To be honest, I don’t know. I mean, I really don’t. One way or another, she’s gonna find out. If I don’t tell her, or just string her along, it’s hard to imagine her not getting pissed.”

“Do you think she’s the vengeful or spiteful type?” Alexa asked.

“I dunno,” he admitted. “She’s never displayed it to me. But you can’t blame her for feeling slighted, no matter how I approach this.”

“True,” Alexa sighed. “So… what if I dealt with it?”

He made a wry face. “I’m not sure how my wife telling the girl who thinks she’s my girlfriend that I have a wife is an improvement on anything, I gotta admit.”

“You said she thinks I’m hot, right?” Alexa reasoned. “Like, she told you at the wedding that she’d fuck me, and she doesn’t even like girls.”

“Well, she said that,” Alex agreed. “But I dunno how much stock I’d put into -“

“I’ll seduce her,” Alexa said simply. “I’m going to fuck her, and then tell her. I’ll have her so Escort boggled, she’ll just accept it.”

“D’you really think that’ll work?”

“It wouldn’t be anywhere near the first time I’ve changed someone’s mind with sex, Alex,” she said sweetly. “I’ll officially remove this task off your hands and put the issue to rest. You can make it up to me another time. Deal?”

He considered. “It’s not like I have a better idea. Okay, my aunt fucks my girlfriend and makes her understand that I’m in love with and marrying my aunt. I’m in.”

She giggled and snuggled to him again. “I’m glad you’re in. Now it’s time for you to get in me.”

“No need to tell me twice…” he chuckled.

***

Some time later…

Jeanie and Freja were alone in the tub. More exactly, what was left of Jeanie and Freja was strewn across the tub. Jeanie was flopped forward over the side, her knees on one of the seats and her ass in the air out of the water. Her breasts were pressed flat against the cedar wood, as was her cheek while she stared into nothingness. Her hair was sticky with cum, as was most of her exposed body.

“That… didn’t work out quite how I planned…” she murmured.

“Everything’s jumbled higgledy. Kinda whirlypool…” Freja breathed, her face the only part of her body breaking the churning surface of the water. She stared up at the dark sky blankly. “Creamy black night…”

“I can’t feel my limbs,” Jeanie added. “I… I think he fucked my cunt up into my mouth…”

“This must be what God feels like …” Freja trailed off, sinking below the water. “I love dying…”

***

“Amateurs,” Karen muttered as she walked up the stairs, dusting off her hands while her titan husband followed her. “Come into my house and announce they know what sex is…”

“The folly of youth,” Mike agreed cheerfully, towering over her as she stopped in the hallway, leaning against the wall, scowling as she crossed her arms. “Sometimes, they just need to learn the hard way.”

“I hope they survive,” Karen sighed, shaking her head. “I don’t want to explain two dead teenage lesbians in our jacuzzi tomorrow morning to the police.”

Mike chuckled. “You really did a number on them, Semiramis. They’ll be collecting their pensions before they try anything that dumb again.”

“Oh, don’t try to pin this all on me,” she chided, holding up a finger and smirking. “You just about bruised their brainstems with that monster of yours. When they were kissing in the middle of the tub, I thought you were going to punch out Freja’s mouth and into Jeanie’s.”

“Is it gay if the tip of my dick touches the tip of your strap-on through them?” he quipped, grinning at her.

“Only if your balls touch the rubber ones I was wearing,” Karen stated. “Hopefully you’ve still got some fuel in the tank, because killing those two really got my motor running.”

“Always for you, beautiful…” he said gently, picking her up bodily and carrying her into their bedroom.

***

1986…

“Oh, c’mon, Kar, it’ll be fun and you know it,” Janet pressed, taking Karen’s hands and squeezing them. They were standing in Karen’s dorm room, where they were alone. “It’s even for a good cause; all the proceeds go to a charity.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know which one, would you?” asked the auburn-haired girl, looking at her friend pointedly. Janet grimaced and shrugged.

“How encouraging,” Karen said dryly. “If memory serves, didn’t the last so-called charity you tried to get me involved in turn out to be some ploy to fund a geek’s comic book habit?”

“This one’s legit, I swear,” Janet insisted, crossing her fingers over her heart. “The dean in the Law Department runs it every year.”

“You’re referring to the dean who won’t stop staring at my rack every time I come to pick you up from class?” Karen queried, making no effort to keep the disdain out of her voice. “I could be wearing thirty burlap sacks over a track suit, and he’d still find a way to make me feel like he had X-ray vision that allowed him to see my breasts.”

“Yes, that dean,” Janet sighed, wishing her friend wouldn’t make this so difficult. “With any luck, he won’t be there. But it’s still a worthwhile cause.”

“You want me to get into some cheap, skimpy and stereotyped beer-hall wench outfit and serve drinks to students and the public, letting them eye-hump me the whole time?”

“Oktoberfest is our first big fundraiser, you know that,” Janet stated. “And yes, you’d be getting objectified, but it’s for a good cause. Having gorgeous girls as the beer wenches means people are gonna buy more beer, and more money goes to the charity. Win-win, Kar!”

“How, exactly, is this win-win?” Karen demanded to know. “Sure, the charity will hopefully do well, but I fail to see how it’s a win for anyone else.”

“It’s just a figure of speech, and I’m trying really hard to get you on board here, Kar,” Janet almost whined, bouncing a little. “And I… I might’ve told the organizers that you already agreed to do it.”

“You what?” Karen asked quietly, her tone carrying a note of imminent danger. Her eyes never left Janet’s as she advanced on the girl. “Janet Maroney Remington…”

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Melanie Enjoys My Day Off…So Do I!

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My daughter Melanie had been home from college for about 4 weeks. It was a Wednesday morning in July when I happened across my beautiful daughter by the pool. I had taken a day off of work to get my car fixed and was planning on being out all day. When I dropped my car off at the shop, the Valet offered me a lift home. With nothing else to do, it sounded like a great idea. I would we able to enjoy some quite time by the pool.

I arrived back home at about 11am. It was a beautiful day out, the temp at about 90 degrees. The perfect day to sit by the pool and relax. My wife was at work, and my youngest daughter was at camp. The only intrusions I would have to worry about were that of my 19 year old daughter Melanie. I expected she would be at her internship. As a physical therapy major, she had arranged to spend the summer working at the local high school. I was wrong.

I entered the Kitchen and realized almost instantly that not only was Melanie home, but she had company. She was by the pool with two guys which I did not know. They were laughing and flirting. The first sight I saw was Melanie kissing one of the guys while the other was sitting next to her rubbing her thigh. I decided to sneak up to the master bedroom and watch from the open window. I had witnessed my daughter Melanie, and even slept with her before on a prior occasion when she walked in on my wife and I in the middle of an incredible Friday evening with friends. Melanie had taken it upon herself to join in that night, with a little nudge, but had done so with great enthusiasm. I had not played with my daughter since then, but I had certainly thought about it.

When I reached my bedroom window, I had a perfect view. The window was open and I was able to look out over the scene in front of me which was quickly unfolding. As I watched, one of the guys undid Melanie’s bikini and tossed it aside exposing my daughter’s 34C Escort bayan breasts. I could easily see her erect nipples as the other guy quickly dropped to his knees in front of her and took a nipple into his mouth. The guy who had just undone her top stood and dropped his trunks. His cock stood at attention. Walking around in front of her, Melanie wasted no time taking his cock into her mouth. Within a split second she was deep throating his cock and moaning over his length. The guy fucking my daughter’s throat tossed his head back in pure joy. The guy between her legs had pulled her bikini bottoms off and was already eating her pussy. It was as if they were trying to set a land speed record. Neither guy was taking any time to savor my daughter and ensure her enjoyment. I watched as Melanie had her pussy eaten and her throat fucked. It took the guy in her mouth less than a minute to blow his load. She swallowed every drop. The guy between her legs climbed up on top of her and put his cock in my daughter, and started fucking her. Again, he quickly pulled out and blew his load on the concrete. He mustn’t have known that my daughter was on the pill.

Both of the guys stood around for a second and then pulled their clothes back on to leave. Melanie looked disappointed. She stood, and walked into the house not even putting her swim suit back on. Having forgotten to close the door, I stood by the window taking a second to let my hard on fade before moving. It was to late. Melanie into my room and saw me standing by the window.

“Did you enjoy the show”, Melanie asked? Not sure what to say, I responded that it was ok, but they must have either been overly excited or inexperienced. “Both, I think. I have been flirting with them for some time now. We are interns together at the High School. I figured today would be a good day to bring them home to fuck. I didn’t think you would be here though!” I explained to her about the car and my plans, all the while my beautiful daughter stood before me totally naked. “Well, I was about to come up here and borrow some of mom’s toys. I am not even remotely satisfied. Would you like to help?”

I walked over to my daughter and kissed her on the lips, reaching up and grabbing her tits. Twisting her nipples, she moaned out loud Bayan escort at my assault. I could taste the cum on her mouth and lips. It made this even more erotic. Pushing her back onto the bed, I removed my clothes. Melanie took one hand and began playing with a nipple while taking her other and began rubbing her clit. As I removed my clothes, she began working her pussy to a small climax. Once I was totally undressed, I crawled onto the bed and slowly ran my tongue up her leg, along her inner thigh, and then slowly pushed it deep into her wet pussy. Spreading her lips apart, I began sucking and licking her clit. I had eaten my daughter’s pussy before. It tasted great then, and tasted just as good now. Melanie lay flat on the bed, her knees up and her legs spread wide, and twisted her nipples as I brought her to an incredible orgasm fucking her pussy with my tongue.

I pulled back, stood up, and walked around to the other side of the bed. Grabbing under her arms, I pulled her to the edge of the bed so her head was hanging off of the side. I then took my cock and placed it in her mouth and began fucking her throat. She took all 8″ of me and never missed a beat. She continued to twist and play with her nipples, and rubbing her clit, while I worked her throat. After about 5 minutes, I pulled my cock out and told her to hold her mouth open. I stroked my cock until I erupted. The first shot hit her mouth and upper lips. The second landed on her cheek. I pushed my cock up to her mouth and watched as she caught the remaining shots on her tongue. As I pulled out, she looked up at me with her cum filled mouth and then closed her perfect lips and swallowed.

Leaving Melanie on the bed, I walked into the Master Bedroom and retrieved my wife’s 10″ dildo. I was one of those realistic ones, very thick, with balls and a suction cup. Coming back into the room, Melanie was laying in wait. Crawling onto the bed, I instructed her to get on her hands and knees. She did so, exposing her incredible ass. I could not wait to have it. I placed the dildo at the entrance to her cunt and slowly began working it in. It took a few minutes to stretch her out, but I was finally successful at getting her ready. By this time, my cock was hard again. I worked her cunt over with the dildo Escort for about 15 minutes bringing her to multiple orgasms. She pushed my hand away at one point, pulled the fake cock out, and began to squirt all over me. It was hot. She was just like her mom.

I took the cock back and pushed it back into her pussy. I told her to take hold and fuck herself with it. Reaching into the night stand, I grabbed some lube and covered my cock. I then dribbled some on her ass and began to work my finger into her. She retreated for a second. I grabbed her hip with my other hand and told her not to move. She stood still and gave in to my new assault. After a few minutes, she had two of my fingers in her ass and was enjoying it. I pulled out and then took my cock head, placed it against the outer ring and began to push in. She started to moan loudly. After a few seconds, I popped into her ass. After a little bit of slow movement in and out, I had my cock buried in her. I could feel the dildo in her pussy moving in and out. It was incredible. Melanie was screaming about how full she was. She was not only taking my 8″ cock in her ass, but her cunt was packed with a 10″ dildo. All I could think about was how lucky I was. I was also laughing about how stupid the two guys were that fucked her earlier.

I fucked Melanie for about 20 minutes until I deposited my load deep into her ass. At this point, she was out of breath and we were both sweating. As I pulled out she continued fucking her pussy with the dildo. I watched as my cum began to trickle out of her ass and ran down onto her pussy, adding to the juices coating the dildo. At one point she was on her back, plunging the cock in and out. She would pull out, squirt all over the bed, and then quickly put it back in. I told her to tell me when she was going to squirt again. She did and I quickly jumped between her legs and enjoyed the sensation of her covering my face with her cum. Licking her clit as she came all over me was the ultimate climax for both of us.

I removed myself from the bed and stood looking over her tight young sexy body. She lay breathing hard coming off of an incredible hour. After a few moments, she stood and walked over to me. Putting her arms around my neck, she kissed me deeply tasting her pussy on my mouth. “Would you mind if I brought over my friend Courtney? I would love to play with her and you at the same time. She has had a crush on you for a long time and would love to feel your cock in her ass while I eat her pussy.”…To Be Continued

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Michelle’s Awakening Pt. 04

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I woke up the next morning. My last day before school started up again. I knew Steve was going to be out at work all day, and my parents had plans too, so I had the house to myself. I shook the covers off and remembered I was still wearing my cum stained panties. My pussy immediately started getting wet, thinking back to the day before. Steve and I in the pool, our games in the kitchen and on the couch.

My hand ran down and touched my pussy as my head bent backwards in lust. A finger slid inside the side and started to play with my slit before finally finding its way into me. My finger slowly fucked me as I lay there, my mind racing through all of the things I’ve done, and all of the things I want to do. A second slides inside beside the first and my fucking increases its intensity. My other hand drops down and starts to rub my clit. The orgasm is growing inside of me like an animal trying to get out. I feel my hips start to move side to side, up and down, trying to get more of the fingers inside. A third starts to rub my labia beside the other too toying with my entrance. Little by little I push, slowly trying to get the third inside, to reach a new level, to be a bigger slut. My breathing is panting, my heart racing, juices flowing from me like a waterfall. The third finger enters, the stretch is wonderful, I love it, the feeling of doing more, going beyond my limit, my body doing what I want it to do. My head falls back again, my eyes roll, and I cum hard on my three fingers fucking my cunt.

My body and mind come back to earth slowly as I lay out on my bed, limbs in every direction. Finally, I get out of bed and hop in the shower thinking about my plans for the day. I had everything ready for school, the only thing I wanted to do is go and see my best friend Jen. I hadn’t seen her for a few weeks and it would be nice to catch up before school starts. Jen and I have been friends since we were younger and no matter what happened we always were close. I tell Jen everything, but now I’m not so sure. Do I tell her about Steve and I, about everything that has happened? What we’ve done? What about how I’ve been feeling? My new desires? Part of me wants to tell her, but I’m not sure how she is going to react to the information. I’ve changed so much in just the past few weeks.

I got out of the shower, towelled off, and walked to my room, I had to figure out what to wear. There was no way I wanted to dress like I used to dress. I knew I wanted to dress sluttier, but the question was how slutty. Seeing Jen for the first time since my changes tempered my excitement a little. My hands and eyes started to rummage through my clothes, mostly the new ones to see what I could fine. I picked up a pair of jean shorts and looked at them. I’ve seen girls wearing really short jean shorts before, basically letting their ass fall out. “Perfect” I chuckled to myself.

I held up the shorts and looked at them, they were long, maybe a few inches above my knees. As my eyes went up and down I got an idea. I grabbed a pair of scissors from my desk drawer, and started cutting. It took me a few mins, and I had to keep looking at them to make sure I didn’t screw them up. I wanted them to be short, but not too short. Normal short. I finally finished, and looked at them. I thought they looked great.

I went to my drawer and pulled out a yellow lace thong Steve got me from Victoria secret. I slide them on, and then slide the shorts on. Small enough to look sexy, but still completely covered my ass. The bottom edge of them were frayed from the cutting and showed off the curve of my ass perfectly. I threw on a pink lace bralette Steve also bought me, a white t-shirt, and also a pair of hot pink ankle socks. I looked at myself in the mirror. “I actually look pretty hot” I said to myself while standing there.

I grabbed my shoes and headed out the door to Jen’s. It was about a 5 minute walk, just the next street over. As I walked over a couple of guys watched me walk past. It felt good to be looked at, to have people see me, to want me. What I also realized was how much I wish I was showing more. I wanted to show off. It was a new feeling, but I liked it.

As I got closer to Jen’s I started to think about if I should tell her what happened between me and Steve or not. I wasn’t sure she would understand, for all I know she would run and tell someone. I thought about it until I got there. Just before knocking on the door I decided I would start with the Florida events, and see how she reacted.

Jen opened the door wearing a pair of loose sweat pants rolled up at the waist and a white wife beater. Jen was sexy. Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulder, her ample breasts pressing against the material of her shirt, her flat stomach being showcased between her sweats and shirt. My new found feelings made me look her up and down, I wanted to lick me lips by restrained myself. Jen was my best friend, I didn’t want to ruin anything.

“What the hell?” Jen said when she opened the door. Her jaw dropped, her eyes widened. “I can’t believe that is you!”

“Ya ya, I changed the way I dressed a little. It’s Escort bayan not a big deal” I sheepishly replied. Not quite sure how to act in front of her yet.

“You look hot!” Jen said smiling. “Come in! We have a lot to catch up on.”

I walked in and we went up to her room to chat. We talked about what Jen had done the last few weeks, what our plans for school were, and how my trip to Florida was. Well not all of it, yet.

“So, some strange stuff happened when I was in Florida” I started, my eyes looking down.

“Really? Strange like how?” Jen inquired.

“Do you promise not to say ANYTHING to ANYONE” looking her straight in the eyes.

“Ya, of course. You can trust me. We’re best friends. I would never tell anyone if you don’t want me too.”

“And you can’t judge me OK… seriously” I felt nervous. I wanted to tell her everything, but I don’t want to lose her either.

“Michelle! Trust me. I won’t judge and I won’t tell” She put her hand on mine.

“OK, well I’ll start off slow and we’ll see how you react” I said half joking.

“OK… so what is it?”

“Well, the first thing was we were talking down the street and Steve and I were almost hypnotized by these girls in front of us, and what they were wearing. It was a little awkward.”

“What were there wearing?”

“Basically the smallest, tighested most see thru clothes we’ve ever seen”

“Ya, so? You guys were just shocked, not a big deal. We don’t see stuff like that very often up here” Jen laughed and pushed my shoulder. I smiled back, starting to feel a little more comfortable.

“Ya, well, later on we were at the beach and this girl had a see thru bikini on, and I was completely staring at her, and Steve asked me if I liked what I saw.”

“OK, that’s a little stranger, Steve asking you that…” I could see her eyes change a little, but not the way I thought they would. “…but still not that bad. And DID you like what you saw?” Jen chuckled.

“Uhhhh…” I hesitated

“That means you did! Geez Michelle!” We both laughed, the stress was getting released.

“Ya ya!”

“Was she hot?” Jen smirked.

“Huh?”

“The girl in the bikini, was she hot?”

“Yes…” My eyes locking on to Jens.

“I think little perfect Michelle might have a little bi in her!” She put up her hand for a high five, laughing more, smiling, looking excited. I high fived her back, smiling. Was I bi?

“Jen! Just let me finish!” I said pretending to be annoyed, trying to move on from the bi comment.

“There’s more?”

I wasn’t sure if I should continue… but I looked at her and trusted her.

“Well ya. There was something else. But it’s pretty bad.”

“How bad could it be? Just tell me. I’m sure it isn’t that bad. I PROMISE I won’t tell anyone”

“OK… I’ll tell you. But it’s weird and you’ll think it’s gross.”

“I promise I won’t!”

“Ugh, fine. Steve and I went for a swim at the house we rented. Our regular bathing suits were in the wash so I wore an old one piece and Steve went swimming in his boxers.”

“OK… and?”

“Well it turned out that my suit was pretty small so it really hugged my ass… and it turned out it was see thru.”

“Oh my god! Your brother saw you in a see thru suit?” She said smiling.

“Ya, but it’s worse. He was wearing white boxers.”

“You mean you saw his cock?!”

“Uh, ya… and he was hard.”

“Holy shit!” Jenn yelled excitedly. “That is SO hot! I love it!”

“What?” I said confused. “You think that’s hot?”

“Oh ya, so hot. You don’t have to worry, I won’t tell anyone. I think your brother is hot, but you’re hot too, so I’m sure the whole thing was hot as fuck!” She said laughing.

I couldn’t believe that she called me hot. It made me feel really good.

“Is there anymore to this story?” Jen asked with a smirk.

“Well, actually there is.”

“What?! Tell me, tell me!” Jen said as she hopped up on her knees and moved closer to me.

“Well when we got back from Florida we went shopping together, and I bought a bunch of stuff, and he asked me to model some of it for him. And at Nike I tried on a pair of spandex shorts, without panties and showed him.” I was rushing through the explanations, trying to get them out fast and quick, like pulling a band-aid off.

“Michelle, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Tell me more!” Jen’s eyes opened bigger. I could feel her focus on me.

“When we got home he handed me a bunch of bags of stuff he bought for me. He bought me clothes, and underwear and bikini’s. All stuff that is a lot sexier then I would normally wear.”

“Uh. Wow. This is the best thing ever. He obviously thinks you are hot. Did he say anything else? I know you’re not supposed to be into your brother, and vice versa, but it sounds like you too might be!” Jen said laughing. Was she serious? Did she know?!

“Well there is more, still more I mean, if you want to know. But if you want me to stop, just let me know.” I was still moving forward carefully.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Tell me everything!”

“Well, Bayan escort having all of this stuff, and what was happening, it was all kind of making me horny and turned on. When Steve got home from work we had the house to ourselves and he wanted go for a swim. I said fine and got changed into a Bikini, but he wanted me to wear one that he bought. It was this super tiny white bikini.”

“Holy crap. You went outside in it? Did he see you in it? What did it feel like?”

“Well to be honest, I really liked it. I feel like it really opened me up. I loved the feeling of showing off and being a little slutty, to be honest.” My eyes looked at hers, trying to find her reaction. Excitement.

“I cannot believe this is the same Michelle!”

“Anyway… the suit was completely see thru when wet. We got closer. We were both horny. He held me. We kissed….”

“Wait… what…. You kissed?”

Uh oh… I went to far. I started to panic. Trying to think of a way out of this.

“Michelle. You have got to be kidding me. Are you kidding me? This can’t be true?”

“Ummmm, it’s true…. I’m sorry I told you. Please don’t tell anyone!”

“I won’t tell anyone! Trust me! I’m getting so turned on listening to this story. I’m just being honest. I’ll never tell anyone, but I want to know more, I need to know how far you went!”

I paused. Thinking about if I should continue or now. Should I lie and say that was it? I decided to continue, I’ve already gone this far.

“Well, OK, next thing you know, we’re making out, his fingers are in my pussy, and I’m jacking him off. We both cum in the pool. That was basically it…” I rushed through the story again, trying to avoid Jen’s gaze, worried of her reaction.

“HOLY FUCK!” Jen replied loudly… I was shocked. “Michelle! That is so fucking hot, so slutty… I love it! Please tell me there is more!”

“You really think so?”

“Fuck yes. Michelle you’re fooling around with your hot brother. Of course it’s fucking hot. Is there more?”

I was starting to get turned on by how excited Jen was. Her acceptance of what I did was making me feel better about how I was feeling.

“Well, a bit, ya…”

“Well, later that night my whole family watched a movie together. I wore something a lot more revealing than I usually would, an old sleep shirt that was too short, and boy shorts. Steve and I sat together, and under the blanket there was some touching…”

“In front of your parents!”

“Uh… well they didn’t know.”

“Are you sure?”

“Ya, we were pretty careful… there was no reaction so we’re pretty sure… this is a weird conversation.” Jen and I both started laughing again before falling beside each other on the bed.

We calmed down a little “Jen, I love that you like this, I thought you might think I’m disgusting. It’s so hot it turns you on”

“Fuck Michelle, I’m practically dripping right now!”

“Well it gets better!” I said with a smile “After a while I had to get away to calm down and I went to the kitchen to get drinks for everyone. Steve followed me, lifted me on the counter and we made out, and then I fingered myself, and then he started licking my cunt and I came SO hard.”

“I can’t believe you said cunt!” Jen said shocked and laughing.

“OH ya, when I’m horny I just spurt out the nastiest stuff all of a sudden. I was asking him how he liked his slutty sister, and everything.”

“WOW. FUCK. So good!” Jen said moving closer to me again.

“After our kitchen fun we were on the couch, spooning basically, and I jacked him off until he came on my back and the couch…. All while my parents were on the next couch.”

“On the couch?” More laughter “That is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Is that it?” I could tell Jen was hoping there was more.

“Unfortunately ya, basically, that happened, then sleep, and now I’m here.”

“Unfortunately?” Jen asked with a smirk.

“Shut up Jen!” I said smiling at her.

“So THAT’s why you’re wearing those shorts.”

“Well after all of this happened I realized how much I liked it. I like showing off, being slutty, and so on. I’m still taking it kinda slow, trying to find out what I’m comfortable with and what I’m not.”

“Well based on how much you’ve changed in the last couple of weeks I think you’ll be doing a lot more than you ever thought”

“Ya, maybe… we’ll see.”

Jen moved a little closer and spoke softly to me.

“Michelle. I’m so glad you told me. I have a lot of the same desires, I just never knew how to go about them, or had someone to talk to them about it”

“Well you dress pretty sexy” I said intently.

“Not as much as I’d like! Or should I say not as slutty as I’d like!” We both laughed.

We chatted a bit more about what turned us on, what we liked, what we wanted to do. We still weren’t sure of everything, but we knew that we wanted to explore more, and now we had someone to do it with. We started going on line and looking up different things, different porn sites, pictures, things we liked, we Escort wanted to try. We laughed and looked at each other. We moved closer and closer throughout the conversation.

I leaned in and kissed Jen on the lips.

Her first reaction was to move away, her head shot back, she looked shocked. Our eyes met. I felt her hands reach around and grab my head and pull me closer. Our lips met again and we started to make out. Tongues began to infiltrate both mouths and we started to intensely make out. This was different then we Steve. This was intense, carnal, lustful. We wanted each other so badly and there was no stopping it, no limits, no taboos.

I pushed Jen back on the bed and straddled her as we continued to make out like maniac. I could feel her hands move up my legs and start to grab my ass through my shorts. My hands moved up her body and tugged on her shirt. She shifted so I could lift her shirt off her body. I moved my mouth down her body and started to suck on her left, and then right nipple, caressing her tits as I did. Her hands had slide under my shorts and I could feel her roughly squeezing my ass. Jen moaned.

My right hand moved down, feeling her tight stomach, until I reached the waist of her sweat pants, I entered and continued down, no panties. “What a slut” I thought as our lips met again and we continued to make out. My hand reached her bald mound and I could feel how wet she was, dripping like she said. Her hands moved up and undid the button of my shorts and started to push them down revealing my tiny thong. I felt her hands move up and start to massage my pussy through my panties. My hand was circling her clit, her moans ringing through my mouth into my ears.

Jen mushed me off and pointed for me to move. I did and she got into a position setting us up to 69. I had never done it, but I saw it online, and I immediately got more turned on even though I didn’t think that was possible. Jen slide my panties off and I pulled her sweat pants down and off. She was completely naked and so beautiful, so sexy, I wanted her. I felt her mouth make contact with my sopping pussy and my eyes rolled back. My hands went up, grabbed her ass and pulled her mound on to her face.

“Oh ya… lick my pussy you slut” I said out loud. The lust taking over me. I couldn’t control what I said.

“Mmmmm fuck yes I will” Jen replied.

Involuntarily I started to move my hips, trying to get her tongue into my cunt.

“Finger fuck me!” I almost yelled

Without hesitation I felt Jen push a finger into my waiting pussy. Slowly at first, and then faster, all the way to her final knuckle. My mind was melting. I couldn’t control myself. I kept rocking.

My mouth was locked on her clit, licking and sucking as hard as I could. I ran a finger up and down her slit as we continued to play.

“Do it…” Jen said faintly as she continued to fuck my pussy with her finger.

That was all the invitation I needed. I slowly started to push my index finger into her pussy, deeper and deeper, in and out, a little faster. We both started to moan into each others pussys as we licked and fucked.

“I need more Jen… I need more in my greedy pussy…” I said matter of factly. Jen pushed a second finger in, being gentle.

“Just fucking do it! I NEED it!” I demanded of her. I felt her ram it into me. It shocked me a little that she did it, but I loved it, being taken over by my lust. I started rocking hard back and forth on her two fingers now inside my cunt.

“Do me too… but be gentle…” Jen asked, trying to keep up with the slut I’ve become.

I moved a second finger along side my first and slowly and gently pushed in. Jen was tight, and I didn’t want to hurt her. Even though I was a giant slut it seemed who wanted to be stretched, she maybe wasn’t. I pushed slowly as I worked my tongue over her clit. As both fingers were inside I started to fuck her slowly, waiting for her body to react to get more direction.

Jen continued to fuck me fast and hard with her fingers. It felt amazing. I knew I needed to feel that feeling of being stretched again.

“More.” One word.

“You sure?” Jen asked a little concerned in her voice, but through her moans.

“Yes… I love to be stretched out like a slut… put three fingers into my stupid cunt…” The words flowed out, and the words, ‘stupid’ and ‘cunt’ made me tingle even more. What has come over me? It didn’t really matter because I loved it. I was letting go more and more and letting my feelings, my lust, my desires take over more and more.

Jen gently pushed a third finger into my hole. I pushed my body back on to her fingers, wanting all three inside right away. I couldn’t wait. I pushed, and they went in, hard.

“FUCK! I LOVE IT!!” I screamed out. I bucked harder and harder on the three fingers fucking me.

“Jesus christ Michelle!” Jen said while trying to fuck me as hard as possible. She could tell how much I loved it.

I kept working on Jen, sucking hard, fingering her harder. I could hear her start to moan louder as her hips started to grind against my working mouth. I worked my fingers in and out faster, flicked her clit with my tongue faster. I kept going until I heard her “FUCCCKKKK”. She cummed all over my face. I used my tongue to lick up as much of her cum as I could, it tasted amazing. I was in heaven.

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