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Mum lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, a big smile on her face as dad ran his tongue along the juicy-looking groove between her cunt lips. I had now come to terms with being allowed to join my parents for some really hot sex, after dad had caught me in the act sniffing a pair of mum’s used panties, and had lost my self-consciousness in my nudity as I discovered, with a quick pang of pleasure, my true erotic nature, handed down to me by my sex-mad parents.

Since dad had invited me to join him and mum – not forced I hasten to add – once my initial and now, I realise, groundless fears had been conquered, I decided to go for it big time. If mum and dad wanted to have a threesome with me, their own son, then who was I to object? Besides, I couldn’t think of a better way to show and seal our love for each other.

I resumed masturbating in front of my patents, my hand flying up and down the long shaft of my thick rod and my balls swinging nineteen to the dozen, mum’s eyes darting across to me to watch me tugging on my tool. Again I detected her maternal pride as her smile grew wider while dad continued to lap at her pussy, dominating my attention and completely unpeturbed by the fact I was witnessing the almost hypnotic-like spectacle of mum and dad making hot sensuous love.

The lady from whom I had emerged nineteen years earlier was at the very peak of her physical beauty and as dad continued to eat her pussy, her grunts of pleasure grew louder while my stiff pole began to throb even harder in my hand. The whole afternoon was changing our lives forever and I couldn’t think of two better people with whom to lose my virginity to.

“Here, son,” said dad, relinquishing his tongue from mum’s gash and beckoning to me with a nod of his head, “come and takeover and get your first pussy.”

“Yeah, sweeheart,” urged mum, her voice huskier than I had ever heard it and full of pure wanton lust, “there’s no need to sniff my panties anymore, you can have the real thing anytime you want.”

I knelt down next to dad and breathed in the scent of my own mother’s love box. The scent was intoxicating; she had obviously showered and I caught a nice whiff of lilac, the aroma of which brought me out in goose bumps as I inhaled deeply. I reached out a hand to fondle the folds of skin in mum’s extremely exquisite and delicate-looking pussy, enjoying the silky soft feel as I started to work the index finger of my right hand into the now no longer forbidden depths.

“Oooh, sweetheart,” mum groaned, “that feels really nice. Didn’t take you long to get the hang of things.”

“Lick her, son,” my father said, “show your mum how much you love her.”

I began to tentatively cover mum’s pussy with lots of little kisses until dad laid a hand on my shoulder as he began to instruct me on how to really lick cunt.

“You need to use your tongue, son, like I did,” he said, “a woman can never resist a long hard cunt-licking. Makes then go all do-lally.”

With dad’s words ringing in my ears, I stuck out my tongue and began to work it up and down the groove, tasting the sacred place from which I had first seen the light of day. Mum was not only damp from dad’s recent tongue mauling, her own juices were seeping through the folds of skin, matting her pubic hair, and I lappped them up as the walls of mum’s sodden twat tightened around my exploratory tongue.

Though I had never licked a lady’s pussy before, it didn’t take me long to get really into things, especially with dad egging me on all the time with his words of encouragement. I was completely relaxed now and enjoying myself immensely as my tongue found mum’s clit which was fully aroused, sticking up through the strands of hair, and I felt a warm glow run through me, knowing that I was now the one responsible for turning her on. Making her go do-lally, in fact, judging by her screams that alternate between little moans and low husky whimpers and I giggle to myself as dad’s words echoed again through my ears.

“That’s the way, son,” dad said, “you’re doing really well. Your mum loves having her clit seen to.”

Dad stood up and moved back and began masturbating as he watched his son making love to his wife. I knew all men wanked but it still seemed odd to see my own father doing so. Mum’s groans were still alternating between soft whimpering and outright screaming, especially when I pulled her trigger with my tongue, filling my mouth with a further round of her sweet-tasting nectar. I tugged on my cock which seemed to be in a perennial state of hardness, my foreskin retracted and the bulging knobhead slick and slimy with pre-cum.

I carried on licking mum’s pussy for a good five or ten minutes, then, suddenly, mum gently pushed my head away and smiled down at me. The smile this time was less tender than earlier but no less bewitching as she hauled me to my feet and beckoned to me to join her on the bed.

“Let me show you something really special, darling,” mum said.

As I positioned myself with my head up against the pillows, mum turned her body göztepe escort the other way so that her dainty little feet were adjacent to my head and started to mount me sixty-nine style, lifting her right leg in the air so that her pussy gaped open right in front of my eyes. I could make out all the finer details of my birth box as I feasted my eyes on mum’s lovely pink hole while mum likewise studied the head of my pulsating quiver bone, her love and affection for me evident in her usual sunshine smile that I have come to know so well over the years.

“Fuck, that looks real great,” my father said, tugging harder on his cock while my mother fondled my big sweaty balls in her hands, “you’re presence is certainly helping to spice things up, son.”

“Thanks, dad,” I said, “mum’s pussy looks fantastic.”

Indeed, I couldn’t get enough of it and, without any warning, I sent my tongue careering back into her delicious depths as mum’s head came down on my cock and she swallowed it whole, her warm breath coming in short sharp gasps as she once again treated me to another of her hot scintillating blowjobs, her soft lips clamping my cock in a vice-like grip.

My father was almost paralytic with joy as he watched the hot incestuous scene taking place on the marital bed. His right hand was wrapped firmly around the hard shaft of his cock as he tugged on it as if wanking was an Olympic sport, his eyes not wavering as mum and I made passionate love to each other. As I again found mum’s clit and started to work my tongue around it, mum let my cock fall out of her mouth and went to work on my balls, slurping her tongue around the heavy nuts while dad moved round to the side of the bed, knelt down and began to fondle my arse as mum and I, without breaking our sucking, rolled round until we were both lying on our sides.

“Oh this is so good,” mum said, after releasing my entire scrotum from the deepest darkest recesses of her mouth into which they had subtly found their way, “your dad and I have waited so long for this day.”

“I’ve waited a long time for it too, mum,” I replied, coming up for air from what had been a continuous non-stop assault on her pussy with my quick-learning tongue, “I never expected anything like this when I asked my boss for the afternoon off.”

“Neither did we, son, when you arrived home unexpectedly like that,” said dad, “it just kinda happened, didn’t it? But we have to be careful nobody else knows about this.”

“That’s right,” said mum and I felt very pleased with myself that I had had the good sense to shut the bedroom window, the neighbours are a nosey lot and mum, dad and I engaged in our first ever threesome was the last thing we wanted them to get wind of.

A sudden sense of urgency seemed to overtake mum as she hauled herself round until she was lying on top of me as the tip of my cock made contact with her pussy, our hearts beating fast. I snaked my hands round mum’s back to grope her arse while simultaneously lifting my head to munch on her luscious tits, devouring them with my hungry mouth before running my tongue along the valley of her cleavage.

I could feel my mother’s warm breath on my skin as I ran my tongue between her tits and shifted my hands from her buttocks, running them up the small of her back before bringing them to rest in the down of her soft slim neck. The guilt that had descended on me like a fog, numbing my nerve-ends, when dad had discovered me with mum’s panties up to my nose, had evaporated completely as the exquisite vestiges of joy overwhelmed all of us, blithely disregarding the dissolute nature of our actions.

“Suck my tits, darling,” mum said, “you have such a lovely hot tongue.”

I shifted my tongue from mum’s cleavage and began to munch long and hard as mum had asked me to, first on the right tit and then the left. They tasted delicious and the harder I licked, the tastier they became.

“Yeah, son, suck ’em hard,” my father said, watching and wanking as he leaned in to get a closer view.

“He is, honey,” mum said, “you’d never think he’d never sucked tits before.”

“I’m a quick learner, mum,” I said, looking up and smiling at her before burying my head into the melons again, pinching mum’s nipples as gently as I could between my teeth.

“Fuck, that looks fabulous,” said dad and I smiled at him out the corners of my eyes, pleased that I was doing such a good job and making my parents ever more proud of me.

Indeed, I also felt immensely proud that the first tits I was ever being allowed to lick were those of my own mother as I had done when she breast fed me with them when I was a baby. Determined to show her what I was made of, I lapped at the delicious jugs while dad moved round, enjoying the pornographic show mum and I were putting on for him.

“You’re really getting me going, sweetheart,” mum went on as I carried on munching, “but I’d really like to get fucked now. Let your dad show you how it’s done.”

I didn’t really need to be shown çorlu escort how it was done, having watched several porno DVDs round my mate Brian’s house in the past year, the pair of us wanking together but never touching each other as we watched the versatile performers fucking like rabbits on the t.v. screen. But I didn’t say anything to mum; I had been commandeering her for almost an hour now while dad, patiently, had bided his time. If we were to be a complete incest family, then the action should embrace all of us, not end up with somebody standing on the sidelines as a mere spectator.

“Here, dad,” I said, as mum climbed off me and I slid off the bed and stood with my proud prick extending out long and hard from the rest of my naked body, “mum wants a fuck.”

“Your mum always wants a fuck, son,” dad said, grinning impishly as he positioned mum on her hands and knees on the bed. “Did you enjoy sucking those lovely de luxe tits of hers?”

“Of course I did, dad,” I said and then, before I could stop myself, went on: “silly question.”

“Boys, boys,” said mum, giggling, “don’t start arguing, this is supposed to be a fun time. Come and fuck me, honey,” she continued, speaking to dad, “my pussy really needs a good seeing to and Scott’s dying to watch, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Sure fucking am, mum,” I replied as I resumed masturbating.

Mum looked over her shoulder and smiled at her menfolk, that glorious smile that has melted my heart since childhood, as dad moved in behind her and lined his cock up at the entrance to her slick wet pussy. I tugged on my cock a little harder, my excitement now risen to Alpine-like heights and I felt very priveleged indeed to be, after months of dreaming of this moment, a witness to my parents fucking.

“Scott,” dad said, “there’s some KY in the top drawer of the chest,” he went on, indicating the said chest with a nod of his head, “fetch it for us, will you?”

I opened the drawer and didn’t have to search, the tube was lying on top of a clean blanket neatly folded to fit inside and, judging by the squidgy look of the tube, mum and dad had already used plenty of the lube and would soon be in need of purchasing a further supply.

“Here you are, dad,” I said, unscrewing the cap and handing the tube to him. Dad smeared some of the gel onto his hand and then greased his prick, then he smeared another liberal helping into mum’s vagina with the fingers of his right hand. Then he slid his torpedo gently into mum who let out a soft sigh of contentment as I watched dad start to demonstrate how he and mum had created me.

“That looks great, dad,” I said, masturbating like mad alongside them as I watched the mesmerising spectacle of my parents in the throes of their love-making and again feeling so full of love for them and pride that they had allowed be to be a participant with no force nor coercion whatsoever.

Dad’s beautiful tight arse cheeks were clenching vigorously together as he rocked back and forth on his strong hardy legs, his face drenched in sweat as he exerted every ounce of energy he possessed into making sure mum had a good time. Mum’s boobs were flailing about all over the place while her hot steaming pussy made a nice temporary home for dad’s aroused prick as, I had no doubt, it would mine before our first marathon threesome came to an end.

“Oh yes, honey,” she said, “keep going! There’s nothing quite like a good fuck on a hot afternoon.”

“Enjoying watching, son?” dad managed to say, inbetween grunting and groaning and smiling at me, his eyes taking in the spectacle of me masturbating my undiminished hard-on which was a sufficient enough answer.

Nevertheless, I nodded and smiled back at him as mum looked over her shoulder at me, her mouth hanging open. It was a meeting of minds and I didn’t need to be told what mum wanted, a few steps was all it took for me to be standing directly in front of her and I slammed my cock into her mouth which she gobbled up so hungrily, anybody would have thought she’d been starved of sex had sex for years.

“Yeah, mum, suck my cock,” I breathed, huskily, surprised to hear the different tone in my voice, a more lustful sound than usual, as mum responded to my request, taking me in so deep that my balls swung against the underside of her chin. I was so turned on, I needed to sniff something, even though mum had said earlier there was no need to now that I could have the real thing but that wasn’t the point. The thought of sniffing mum’s panties while dad and I spit-roasted her was just so tremendously exciting, so very O.T.T. and I stretched out a hand to try to grab hold of them.

Alas, they were just out of my reach but I managed to hook my index finger around my own sweaty white briefs that had languished on the bed since mum had taken them off for me. I had never sniffed my own briefs before, having never been turned on to my own scent, but as I couldn’t get hold of mum’s panties without breaking the truly splendid blowjob mum ümraniye escort was giving me, my briefs it had to be, being the next best thing, and I held them up to my nose and sniffed deeply.

“Oh fuck, honey,” said dad, his words slurred, “look at Scott sniffing his own pants. Ain’t that just so fucking kinky?”

“Mmmm,” said mum which was all she could manage as she too didn’t want to release her mouth’s hold on my cock. I continued to sniff my briefs for another five minutes and then dad reached out a hand and slowly took them from me, holding my unwashed underwear up to his own nose to inhale the aroma of his own horny son and without breaking his cock’s firm hold on mum’s cunt.

“Oh boy!” cried dad, pumping in and out and mum squealing to high heaven as dad found her G-spot, not once but several times over, “these smell fucking fabulous,” he went on, breathing in deeply.

At that moment in time, nothing else in the world mattered, I had forgotten all about the wretched insurance office in which I worked, all the usual nondescript day-to-day things completely swept aside as mum, dad and I abandoned ourselves to the joys of some of the hottest, hardcore taboo sex that anyone could possibly be allowed to experience.

I had always known that sex was the dominating factor in my parents’ marriage, from the many times I had wanked while listening to them making love through our adjoining bedroom wall. Now, they were proving it to me as the bed creaked and groaned under the weight of mum’s body and our naked bodies writhed and squirmed together in unison.

Without breaking her hold on my cock, mum stuck her right hand up in the air, wiggling her fingers and dad, knowing exactly what mum wanted, handed my briefs to her so that she could inhale them, too. I was rapidly discovering that mum didn’t like to be left out of anything and if her husband was goiug to have a good sniff of their son’s underpants, then so was she.

“Fuck her hard, dad,” I said, as mum somehow managed to keep her balance as she continued to suck me off while simultaneously breathing in the odour of my midriff that that clinged to my sweat-laden briefs as dad upped the pressure on her steaming pussy, “she’s loving it.”

Indeed she was and so was dad. Almost before I had finished speaking, dad screwed up his eyes, threw back his head and gasped as he shot his load deep in mum’s pussy. Spurt after spurt hurtled from his balls and along his thick shaft before discharging them deep in my birthplace. Seconds later, mum let out a low guttursl moan as she orgasmed with dad still deep inside her.

At the other end, my own cock felt like it was on fire, buried still in mum’s hot wet mouth and ready to burst into flames at any second. As dad pulled his sated cock from mum’s cunt, I felt my balls start to constrict as they bubbled up, my shoulders shook and my body tingled with the thrill of my approaching orgasm as I realised that my own explosion was now just a few moments away.

“Oh yeah, mum and dad, I’m gonna cum!” I cried as I rocked back and forth on my football-playing legs and mum let my cock fall out of her mouth so that she and dad could watch their own son spewing forth his load, beaming with parental pride as they did so.

The first spurt shot out like an express train emerging from a tunnel, a long hot ribbon of creamy white incestuous sperm which landed fairly and squarely on mum’s face. I had seen facial cumshots in the films I watched with Brian but never in a million years had I ever expected that I would be allowed to dump a very full load of my own spunk on my beautiful mother’s face.

“Oh yes, baby,” mum cried, slinging my pants back onto the bed with a quick flick of her hand and looking upwards with an expectant look on her face, “cover me with it. Shoot it all over me.”

“Yeah,” said dad, “your mum’s a real spunk queen, she can never get enough.”

Dad didn’t really need to tell me that, the evidence of my hot sticky cum flayed out across mum’s face spoke for itself. Dad’s spunk was seeping out of mum’s pussy as my own continued to rain down over her nose, cheeks and mouth. Surely I would wake up in a moment and realise, to my chagrin, that this had all been a dream, wonderful as it was?

But no! I didn’t even need to pinch myself to realise that this was no wet dream like those I’d had in the early days of my adolescence. My parents and I have always been close but even in my wildest imaginations, I could never have envisaged getting as exceptionally close as this.

Mum and dad’s bedroom had taken on, not surprisingly, a very strong and very pleasurable smell of rampant hardcore sex, proving that I was very much awake and taking part in not one but several acts of supreme love played out with the two people I loved and cared about more than life itself.

“Oh fuck!” I continued to scream as my ejaculation continued, the jets of my love cream spewing forth one after the other in rapid succession. Dad smiled as he watched me discharging the snow-white flakes through my piss hole while mum lifted her face to take as much of my cream as she could, opening her mouth to swallow the third and final helpings while dad collapsed into the armchair to get his breath back. A smile of paternal pride on his face as he watched me, his horny loving son, in the throes of my seismic orgasm, shooting my load all over his wife.

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Dylan Dickie woke to the horrible news of his parents’ death in a plane crash. Their private jet had gone down somewhere in the mountains while on route to a genetics conference. Dylan had been at college, finishing his second year when he received the news. After the funeral he remained in his parents’ house unsure what to do with his life. He could barely look at any of his relatives or friends of family during the service, overwhelmed with shock and grief of losing his father and step-mother. He could barely even say anything to his step-sister Samantha. Samantha barely said anything to him, too, and she retreated to the isolation of her room and bed after the services.

His mother’s younger sister, his Aunt Alexis, a peculiar, shy, and lonely woman of almost 40 years of age, had offered to stay with Dylan, and she came knocking on his door the following day after the funeral and service. He knew her from his youth, but he had not seen her in nearly eight years.

“Dylan?” Alexis said as he opened the door. “I barely recognize you! You certainly have grown into a young man from the pudgy-faced boy I knew. Your sister asked me to come stay for a spell, but I do not want to crowd you after all…”

She had worn her typical dress that covered her from chin to wrists and down to her ankles. Her long brown hair she had in a tight, tall bun on her head. Her tortoise-shell glasses sat on her little nose on her mousy face. She had brought a valise with clothing and several bags of groceries and food.

“Of course, Aunt Alexis. Please enter. Thank you,” Dylan said but spoke awkwardly. He did not know how to proceed or how to remain composed.

As Dylan let her in the house, her perfume surrounded him with her warm hug, and he felt a wave of memories wash over him. He cried and felt the loss of his parents. Alexis put her arms around his neck and shoulders, patting the back of his head while he rested against her shoulder.

Alexis held him in her arms for several minutes, and Dylan realized he had never really hugged her before that moment. He felt her surprisingly slender waist. He always had assumed she was grossly fat as her dress looked so frumpy and big, and he suddenly realized he did not know what she really looked like under her dress.

They sat and ate a meal prepared by her in the kitchen, but Samantha refused to join them. After the meal, Dylan and Alexis made their way through the house to look at what remained. Dylan’s father’s library still had all his scattered stacks of notes and papers. A chalk board had scribbled scrawlings covering it, detailing some kind of pheromone therapy his father had researched before his death. As Alexis tried to order everything without reading or investigating, Dylan tried to read and organize based on the content. He came across several papers that showed something similar to what was on the board. The paper showed a formula for some kind of medicine or drug. The back of the paper showed an easy method of extraction of an enzyme through lab process, and it also showed how to deliver it. It looked like a small candy.

Dylan looked at the diagram how to make some kind of candy, and he saw a bowl of candies that looked exactly like those in the diagram. He also noticed his aunt had taken one and eaten it then another as she stacked papers.

“Starting to look less crazy and chaotic, hmm?” Alexis said. “See, Dylan. We can work together to help each other. In a day or two this room could be your room!”

Alexis smiled and giggled at him, and Dylan saw a faint blush in her cheeks. Dylan looked at the next paper in the stack to find out what the candy was. All he found was a series of equations and symbols until he saw the words: “Success. Human trials all successful thus far.”

Dylan looked up but said nothing to his aunt. They continued to clean the library, putting books on the shelves, collecting loose papers into boxes and folders. They collected laundry from around the house, and Dylan felt slightly embarrassed having his aunt collect his underwear and clothing to wash. Alexis never seemed to mind. She wanted to use this loss to get closer with what little family she had remaining.

After cleaning the library with Dylan, Alexis wanted something cold to drink. She saw Dylan still reading in the corner.

“What are you reading?” Alexis asked as she grabbed a handful of candies from the bowl.

“Nothing. Just notes written by my father. Always wanted to hear him talk about what he did, and here I have his words,” Dylan said. Alexis sighed and petted her nephew’s head before leaning close to kiss his cheek. Dylan found the sensation as well as her perfume suddenly arousing, and she giggled slightly and kissed his cheek again as her hand ran through his hair.

He turned to her, and her lips pecked his once before she pulled back with a blushing grin.

“Oops, sorry, Dylan. I just… I love you. You are my only family, and I do not want to lose you,” she said, and Dylan stood to face her and give her long, tuzla escort loving hug.

Alexis felt hot in his hands, and he thought he felt sweat on the back of her neck.

“Aren’t you hot, Aunt Alexis. I mean, it is July, and you are wearing this dress. You can wear something that lets you cool down if you want, but I will not tell you what to do. I just worried that you worried about what I might think if you wore something else…” Dylan started to stumble in his words, and he wanted to kick himself for even speaking. He tried to keep his eyes on hers, but he kept having to catch himself while his eyes searched over her whole body, finding it strangely attractive. He could almost see a hint of an hourglass shaped figure somewhere under her thick, frumpy dress.

“Hm,” Alexis said. “I need something cold to drink.”

Alexis exited the room, and Dylan cleared his throat and looked at another note he had found.

“Subjects exhibit near immediate reaction. Human subject requires higher dosage/ more time to exhibit symptoms of reaction.”

The next note read:

“Symptoms permanent. Effects permanent!”

He found a list of symptoms:

“Restored youthfulness, increased libido, relaxation of inhibitions, wildly increased fertility and physical appearance of fertility…”

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Alexis poured several scoops of ice into the blender, followed by raspberries and strawberries. She saw a bottle of vodka in the freezer and suddenly desired a drink after nearly twenty-two years of abstaining. She remembered the last time she had a drink at the age of eighteen. Alexis laughed at herself and shed a tear as she thought of that dumb boy putting her hands on her thighs that night so many years ago. She wondered why she had said no when she really wanted to say yes.

Alexis pushed her thoughts aside as she switched on the blender, and the high-pitched, loud whir of the blender shattered the quiet.

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Dylan slowly walked through his room collecting laundry to take to the washing machine. As he loaded the machine, his aunt Alexis came into the room with her drink.

“Doing laundry? Could you wash this also? I got rather sweaty earlier,” Alexis said.

“Sure,” Dylan said without even looking at her as he continued to load the machine.

Alexis unzipped her dress and pulled it slowly over her head, sliding her arms and hands from the long sleeves, and when Dylan turned his head, his mouth fell open at the sight of his aunt in her underwear, stockings and garter belt with her dress stuck as she pulled it over her shoulders. He stood and helped her yank the frumpy, cumbersome garment over her head.

“Thank you!” Alexis said.

“Ah, uh, um…” Dylan said as he tried not to stare at his aunt’s hourglass body and huge, perky, torpedo tits in her big lace bra. Her lingerie covered almost as much of her body as the dress.

Alexis slowly drew her arms around herself as though trying to cover herself with one arm across her chest and the other reaching over her silk panties to her thigh. Dylan could not believe the sight of her. He was dumbfounded that she had such a perfect, shapely and voluptuous body with wide hips, long, shapely legs, flat stomach, slender waist and big, round tits.

Alexis picked up her drink and walked down the hall.

“You are right, Dylan, it is very hot. I wanted to sit by the pool. Care to join? I will go get your sister,” she said, and Dylan only barely heard her as she walked down the hall. “I wonder if she knows what kind of candy these are.”

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Alexis popped another candy in her mouth as she searched her valise for a swimsuit, but she realized she did not even bring one. She began searching through Dylan’s mother’s clothing until she found a bikini. She removed her lingerie and tried to put on the bikini, but she found the top two cup sizes too small. She fumbled with it but finally tied it around her back and neck, and she tied the bottoms over her hips. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror, and she felt a gentle stir of warm happiness shudder through her mostly naked body. The bikini bottom was just a string wedged deep in her ass and sitting snuggly against her asshole. She saw her thick pubic hair coming out of all sides of the bottom, and she immediately moved into the bathroom connected with the bedroom, found a razor and removed her bikini bottoms to shave herself completely.

Alexis felt compelled and wildly aroused to shave her sex. She had not felt the sensation for years, decades even. The feel of the razor over her skin made her want to cum, but she found a way to stay composed and finish the job. Once completely shaved, she looked at herself in the mirror but hardly recognized who she saw. The bikini felt incredible on her body, and the cool air of the house began to set on her skin. Goosebumps covered her body, and she could feel her nipples pushing against the tight, tiny top. She grabbed her pendik escort drink and some more candies before making her way to Samantha’s room and knocking on the door.

Samantha did not answer so Alexis opened the door slowly. Alexis found the room dark with the curtains closed. She drew them open and saw Samantha curled up in bed with her eyes open.

“Sweetie, care for a dip in the pool?” Alexis asked.

“Aunt Alexis, are you wearing a bikini?” Samantha asked.

“Well, yes. Why?”

“I have never seen you wear so little, and it looks great on you,” Samantha said and started to cry. Alexis put her hand on Samantha’s cheek to comfort her. Alexis took one of the last two candies and offered the last to Samantha. Samantha looked at it with a puzzled expression.

“What is that? Are those Daddy’s candies?” Samantha asked.

“Yes, from his library.”

“He told me not to eat them.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. He said they were rare or something,” Samantha said.

“Try one,” Alexis said and held out the candy. Samantha shrugged and ate it. She found it sweet and interesting.

“I like it,” Samantha said as she climbed from bed still wearing only her underwear. “I will join you at the pool.”

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Dylan sat lying on his stomach wondering if his aunt really would come join him at the pool. He remembered her never not wearing a big, frumpy dress.

‘She did take off her dress right in front of me,’ he thought to himself. He heard flip-flops smacking on feet, and he shifted onto an elbow to look back to the house. His jaw fell open again as he laid eyes on Alexis wearing a string bikini too small her surpassingly voluptuous body. He could see her areole peeking from the sides of the bikini, and he could see she had a shaved pussy. His step-sister came wearing a string bikini, and she looked bouncier than he remembered her.

“Glad you joined us, Dylan,” Alexis said.

Alexis and Samantha applied sunscreen to one another while Dylan tried not to stare. He watched his step-sister’s wobbling tits as she rubbed lotion on Alexis’ back. Alexis moaned as Samantha worked Alexis’ pale skin. They switched, and Alexis rubbed lotion into Samantha. Samantha let out soft moans as she felt her aunt’s hands on her flesh. Dylan tried to calm himself and finally had to jump in the water to cool himself.

Dylan swam a few laps in the pool before climbing out and lying on the lounger to catch some sun.

After a few minutes, he flopped onto his back, and he realized his sister and aunt had abandoned him.

Dylan returned inside the house to see where they had disappeared, and he made his way to the master bedroom where he heard the shower running in the master bathroom. He slowly crept on his toes into the room and saw his aunt’s valise thrown open and strewn across the bed. Various silk underwear and undergarments all garbled together with long, heavy dresses. He heard the shower running grow suddenly louder as the door opened, and he turned to see Alexis exiting the bathroom completely naked. He gasped at the sight of her perfect, thick nipples. She had a flat stomach and slender waist, rounded, wide hips and shapely, long legs. He froze not knowing what to do, and Alexis immediately saw him and smiled.

“Hey, Dylan. Did you get enough sun?” She said as she wrapped her hair with a towel.

The shower shut off, and Dylan saw Samantha exit the bathroom and wrap a towel around her head too.

“Dylan? Hey brother, what are you doing in here?” Samantha said without trying to cover her nude body.

“I-I-I… What are you both… I do not-” Dylan tried to speak, but the sight of Samantha and Alexis both naked exiting the shower was too much for him.

“We both got sweaty and icky with that sunscreen. I needed to feel something good on my skin!” Alexis said as she grabbed her tube of skin cream. She started rubbing it into her body.

“You are both naked,” he stated.

“Yes, I did not get dressed yet,” Alexis said flatly. “Would you be a sweetheart and rub this into my back?”

Alexis handed Dylan the cream, and he squeezed a large dollop into his hand while his step-sister exited the room. As he rubbed into his aunt’s back, she slowly bent farther and farther over the bed until she lied face down, pushing her naked ass into Dylan’s crotch. He could barely keep himself from shivering and trembling.

“Is something the matter, nephew? Why are you trembling?” Alexis asked, and Dylan finished rubbing into her back before quickly leaving the room.

He wondered if the drug had done this to his aunt. He wondered if he should tell her about it.

At dinner, Alexis picked out a skimpy dress from Samantha’s wardrobe, and they joined Dylan wearing revealing clothing. They ate, and after the meal, Dylan brought the bowl of candy to the table for dessert.

He watched them gobble several more, smiling and laughing as they ate, and he watched maltepe escort his aunt’s big nipples slowly grow more and more turgid until they started to poke out the top of the skimpy dress. Samantha looked equally excited by the candy, and her cheeks grew ever more flush while her nipples pushed and pushed, begging to get pinched through her thin garment.

They separated shortly after that, and Dylan made his way to the gym to lift weights for few minutes. Samantha grew drowsy and made her way to bed. Alexis returned to the master bedroom to organize her things.

Dylan finished and took a short shower, and he climbed into bed without getting dressed not knowing if he could sleep. He heard a knock on his door and answered to enter.

“I wanted to come say goodnight, Dylan,” Alexis said as she entered the room naked.

“Whoa, holy shit! You are- uh, you are naked,” Dylan said with a slight gasp. The sight of Alexis naked never ceased to take his breath away.

“Oh, oops! You are totally right. I am naked. Sorry, I will get dressed,” Alexis said, covering her tits with her hands and darting out of the room. Dylan tried to stop her but could not react in time.

Alexis returned wearing a lace bra and silk panties.

“Sorry, nephew, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I am sorry, Aunt Alexis,” Dylan said as she sat next to him. “I should apologize. I did not mean to react that way… You are just so incredibly hot!”

Alexis grinned at him and leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead, which pushed her big tits right into his face.

“You can get naked if you want to,” Dylan said, and his cock started to swell.

Alexis rose to her feet with a smile and unclasped her bra with one hand before slipping off her silk panties in a swift motion. Standing completely naked again, Alexis let her long brown hair down over her shoulders and back, and Dylan’s cock swelled completely erect and tented in his bed. His aunt’s eyes went wide and wild at the sight. She almost mindlessly dropped onto the bed with one hand on his shaft while she put the other around his neck. She hugged him by pushing her big, naked tits in his face and kissed him on the lips.

Dylan gasped as he felt her hand gripping his throbbing cock. She pulled back from her kiss and saw his eyes looking at her hand on his hard dick.

“Could I ask a favor, Dylan?” She asked as she climbed under the blankets with Dylan.

Dylan felt her warm flesh against his, and his cock twitched. He felt her hand fumbling under the blankets until Alexis gripped his hard shaft.

“Would you massage my breasts for me, please?” Alexis asked as she pushed her chest ever closer to his face.

Dylan happily obliged and fondled her enthusiastically with both hands. He looked into her smiling face, and they kissed for several minutes while his hands fondled her gorgeous tits and her hand massaged his hard cock.

“Aunt Alexis,” Dylan said as he squeezed her nipples.

“Yes,” she moaned as his fingers raked and pinched her hard, sensitive nipples.

“Those candies from the library are causing you to act like this!” He said, and she squeezed his cock.

“Really? I better eat more then!” Alexis said and lowered her mouth over his cock and engulfed him in her hot, wet mouth.

He leaned back as she gave him a wet and loud blowjob, but as he relaxed and watched her bobbing in his lap, she stopped.

“Here,” Alexis said and took Dylan’s hand and directed it into her pussy with one finger in her asshole. Dylan felt his cock grow more erect as his fingertip grazed the rim of her asshole. Alexis gasped as he played with her and touched her. She continued her work and put him in her mouth.

As she slurped and sucked, another knock sounded at the door, but before either could say anything, the door opened. Samantha entered the room, and she was also completely naked. She walked right up to Dylan on the other side of the bed and climbed in.

“Would you mind if I sleep in here? It is really cold in my bed!” Samantha said, pushing her tits agains Dylan. Dylan could hardly speak, and Alexis slowed her sucking and looked up at him and Samantha before popping his cock from her mouth.

“What is the matter, Dylan?” Alexis asked, and she slapped his cock on her tongue. “Hey Samantha, Dylan told me those candies are what made us get naked!”

Alexis held Dylan’s cock for Samantha to give it a suck, and Dylan nearly shot his load as his step-sister took him in her mouth. He fingered her asshole while he fingered Alexis as they both gave him passionate, wet and sloppy head.

His balls tensed, and Alexis hungrily pushed herself as deep as she could until he erupted directly in her throat. She gulped him down and lifted her mouth to let Samantha clean the rest. Alexis wiped her mouth and winked at him.

“Dylan, I love you so much. I hope you will keep me as close as I wish to keep you!” Alexis whispered in his ear.

Dylan needed another release almost immediately after the first, followed by another and another throughout the night. He woke the following morning with Alexis again sucking him hungrily, and he took to touching her asshole.

“Sorry, I did not want to wake you, but I needed to feel you cum in my mouth again,” Alexis whispered before returning to sucking his dick.

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As I lay there next to Sandy I could feel the warm heat of her tender body. The aroma of sex filled the air and all I could think about was that I had fucked these two beautiful young women. Sandy was lying on her stomach so I reached over and lightly ran my hand down the soft skin of her back to her little round ass. Gently I rubbed my finger up and down the crack in her ass, as I did she moaned and parted her legs slightly allowing my fingers access to her pussy.

I lightly rubbed the outer lips of her pussy, they were still moist from the night before and as I continued to rub them they became wetter and wetter. She spread her legs even further and as she did my fingers slipped in-between her pussy lips to her wet little love hole. I slid my finger down to her clit and was amazed at how big and hard it was. I started to gently tickle it and as I did she began to breathe heavy and moan even more.

My cock was rock hard and needed some relief, so I rolled over on top of her and guided my throbbing cock to her love tunnel. Her little pussy hole felt so wet as my cock slowly entered her. Her pussy was pulsating and I could feel it trying to pull my cock in with each contraction. I began to slowly pump my cock in and out of her and as I did she woke up and hoisted her little ass up letting my cock sink to its full depth.

I reached down and slid my hand under her belly and ran my fingers through her soft mound, her pussy hair felt like silk. Then I slid my hand down further and found her hard little clit. Gently I started to play with it and as I did she let out a gasp and sigh of pleasure. I felt her start to move her ass up and down in rhythm with my cock.

By now her pussy was having spasms and I knew she was on the verge of cumming and so was I, so I began to pump my cock a little harder and faster. I felt her pussy start to tighten around my cock and I knew she was fixing to let go so I shoved my cock in her pussy as deep as it would go and held it there. I started tickling her clit with my maltepe escort finger and as I did her whole body began to shake. She wiggled her little ass up and down as her pussy shot wave after wave of hot cum all over the head of my cock.

I feel of her hot cum splashing against the head of my cock drove me wild, I felt my cock enlarging and I knew I was about to explode. Knowing I could take a chance of getting Sandy pregnant I quickly withdrew my cock and shot my load all over her sweet little ass.

I rolled over onto the bed and just lay there listening to Sandy trying to catch her breath. As I lay there my daughter came in.

“You two up?” she asked whit a smile.

“Yea were just laying here” I replied

“Is there room for me too?”

“Sure” I said as I slid over allowing her room to lay down beside me.

Sandy rolled over and laid her head on my shoulder and my daughter laid her head on my other shoulder. It was so exciting lying there between two horny young women. My daughter leaned over and gave me a kiss on the check as her hand slid down to my half erect cock. She stroked the head it with her finger tips, then I felt her hand move down and wrap around it’s long shaft and she began to slowly jack it. It didn’t take long before my cock was hard again. I turned my head towards her and our lips came together in a deep kiss.

Then my daughter kissed down over my chest making her way towards my cock. She lightly kissed the head of it and licked her tongue all around and over it. Then she began to lick down its shaft to my balls where she stopped and put her whole mouth over them and gently suck them. Sandy just lay there watching as Linda fondled and licked my cock and balls.

“Why does your cock taste so sweet dad?” She asked as she looked up at me.

“It’s not my cock that taste sweet, it’s Sandy’s cum your tasting” I replied with a smile

“It taste so good,” she said as she went back to licking my manavgat escort cock and balls.

“If you like the taste so much then why don’t you go to the source,” I said looking over at Sandy

I got up off the bed and sat in the chair across from the foot of the bed. I watched as my daughter moved over close to Sandy. They laid there for minute looking at each other then Sandy turned on her side towards Linda and I watched as there lips came together in a passionate kiss. Linda placed her hand on Sandy’s breast and started to play with her nipple, then Sandy reached down and put her hand on Linda’s. They lay there playing with each others tits for awhile then my daughter slid her hand down to Sandy’s legs.

As she did Sandy lifted her leg and propped it up letting Linda’s hand caress her inner thigh. Linda’s hand moved up and down feeling Sandy’s thigh, each time coming closer and closer to her pussy. Linda moved down and began to suck on one of Sandy’s nipples, as she did she slid her hand up between Sandy’s legs and touched her wet pussy. Sandy let out a low moan of delight as she felt Linda’s fingers begin to play with her outer pussy lips.

Sandy rolled over onto her back and Linda started to run her tongue down over Sandy’s belly as she made her way down to her pussy. Linda stopped for a minute at her mound feeling the soft silky hair as she rubbed her face around in it. Linda was on her knees between her legs now and was bent over with her face buried in Sandy’s pussy eating her out. Seeing I was sitting in the chair at the foot of the bed I had a clear view of my daughter bent over.

Her legs were slightly apart giving me a good view of her pussy. I got up and knelt down at the foot of the bed were I could get a better look of my daughters pussy, as I looked at it I could see her love juices flowing down her thighs. The outer lips were swollen and spread and I could see the whole inside of her wet little pussy. I noticed şişli escort the love bud of her clit was sticking out from under its hood and was moving up and down, then I saw her little fuck hole opening and closing and I knew she was damn horny.

I could smell the sweet aroma of her love juices and it made me hungry for her. I leaned forward and touched my tongue to her little love bud she gasped and pushed her pussy back towards my face spreading her legs further apart. I started licking up and down her wet slit then I stuck my tongue deep into her love hole and wiggled it around. So here we were, Sandy with her eyes closed getting eaten out by my daughter Linda, while I was licking my daughters pussy.

By now my cock was rock hard again so I stood up and guided it into my daughters waiting pussy.

“Ahwwww, that feels so goooood dad, fuck your little girl real good and hard” she moaned as she continued to lick Sandy.

I began to pump my cock in and out of her wet pussy picking up a little speed each time I did. Soon I was thrusting my cock in and out of her. Sandy was bucking her pussy up into Linda’s face by now and I could tell that she was getting ready to climax and Linda’s pussy was contracting tight around my cock so I knew she was also ready to cum.

I wanted to give my daughter and orgasm at the same time she gave Sandy one so I waited and watched Sandy. Sandy started to pant as she raised her ass up off the bed, then her body started to quiver as she let go with a powerful orgasm.

“Ohhhh Goddddd Linda your gonna make me cum, don’t stop, let me cum in your mouth” Sandy cried out.

Hearing this I began to thrust my cock into my daughter’s pussy just as hard as I could. I felt my cock enlarging and I knew that I was about to explode but I didn’t want to till I made her cum so I continued pumping my meat into her pussy.

“Harder dad, keep fucking me, I want to feel you squirt your hot cum inside me like you did last night” she screamed.

“Ohhhhh Yesssss, that’s it daddy cum in my pussy” she said as she felt my cock explode sending my load of cum deep inside of her.

I stood there with my cock still embedded in my daughter’s pussy while I we all caught our breath. Then we all crawled back into bed and snuggled up close to each other. We lay there kissing and holding each other till we all dosed off.

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A work of fiction. Contains incestuous group sex, male on male, female on female and our personal favorite male-female-male. All despicable, oops meant described … All described characters are well over 18 years of age.

Our apologies to anyone from Arkansas, besides our fictional characters don’t even live in Arkansas. They live in another state a tad east of the St. Francis River next to a big World War Two Army Air Field. Well, they would if they weren’t fictional. But they certainly don’t live in “misery.”

“You won’t tell anyone, daddy, will you?”

I was lying naked on my bed, clutching my Mexican wool blanket to my chest.

“No, kitten, of course not.”

My left knee was up tight against my breast, my left arm crooked under my knee as daddy’s long turgid cock vigorously pumped, going in and out of my soppy wet cunt as he enthusiastically fucked me from behind, doggie-style.

“You won’t tell mommy? Will you – “

“No little one, this can be our little secret.”

“Don’t worry, baby, he never thinks to tell me anything,” said mom, smiling from behind the camcorder. “Well, other than ‘bend over and take it.'”

“That’s good,” I said, “I wouldn’t want anyone to know my daddy was fucking me and making me all wet – “

“Really wet,” said dad.

“Especially my brothers, I don’t want them to know … oh … oh … oh.”

“Know what, baby-girl?”

“Know that my daddy just made me come.”

“No, I won’t tell.”

“Tell who?” asked my cousin Ace, as he momentarily removed his mouth from the pussy that his three cousins had emerged from all those years ago.

“You,” said mom.

“What?” Said Ace, But he went back to work without waiting for an answer.

“No, Daryl, I don’t want Daryl to know my daddy is fucking me. Fucking his baby-girl, using her, making her his cum-bucket.”

“What Edna, what did she say?” said Ace as he took the camera from mom.

“You know how your sister gets when her father’s cock in her cunt, delirious”

“Daryl … is that you Daryl?”

“Yes, Frannie, it’s Daryl,” said Cephus.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this Daryl.”

“Like what Frannie?”

“Getting fucked by my daddy … being a big slut … a cum-whore wanting to get fucked by our daddy.”

“Oh, is my little sister being a big slut again?” said Cephus, aka Daryl, as mom started to stroke his erect cock.

“The worst kind, Daryl … wanting to be used hard and bred by our daddy.”

“Really,” he said, “does Daryl know?”

Mom gently used her open hand against Ace’s cheek to direct his mouth to her hand that was holding Cephus’s hard dick.

Ace opened his mouth to accept Cephus’s cock saying, “know what?”

“You don’t know anything do you, Daryl?” Said mom looking down at Ace, and then turning to me said, “Your brother Daryl, doesn’t know anything baby-girl, and neither does your other brother Daryl.”

“That’s good,” I said panting. “I wouldn’t want them to think their sister was a skanky whore getting fucked by their daddy and loving it.”

“No of course not, kitten, you aren’t a whore. Whore’s are greedy, selfish, skanks who charge money to spread their legs … You’re a slutty little cum-bucket who begs your daddy fuck you for free. Because you love the feel of his cock and the taste of his cum.”

“Thank you, mommy, I knew you would … oh izmir escort … oh … oh … understand.”

“Was that number two, baby?”

“Yes, mommy, daddy’s cock has made your baby come twice now.”

“You’re up Daryl,” said mom, stroking Cephus’ hair as Ace’s pursed lips went up and down on his cousin’s rigid shaft.

“One sec,” answered Cephus.

“Don’t come, Daryl, your cum belongs to your baby sister.”

Daryl-Cephus used both hands to separate his dick from his cousin’s wet, warm, mouth. Daryl-Ace shifted to eating to his aunt’s sodden twat again as my brother, Daryl-Cephus, walked over to my face where he stood next to the bed. He was holding his wet, erect cock in his fist.

“That’s a good boy, Daryl,” said mom.

“Oh, daddy,” I said, “that feels so good, daddy, so good.”

“Are you enjoying daddy’s big, hard cock?”

“Yes daddy, fuck your little girl.”

I grabbed my left breast hard with my hand as my arm was looped under my knee holding my leg to my body. I started pinching and pulling my nipple and my brother slapped me on the cheeks with his erection.

“I’m going to come, Daddy. I’m going to come.”

“Come, baby,” mom said, “come while bouncing on your daddy’s big dick.”

“Here I come,” I said, then I did.

“That’s three,” mom said, as Cephus climbed into the bed on his knees in front of me.

“My turn,” dad said.

He lifted my left ankle up very high and continued to slowly fuck me. “That’s right, I’m fucking my little baby-girl.”

“Fuck me, daddy.”

“How does it feel having your father fuck you?” His words were short. His breathing was hard. He was getting close.

“It’s wonderful, daddy. Fuck your baby. Fuck me hard, daddy.”

Dad put several more long strokes into me before he shivered and came inside of me.

He still held my ankle up high. I licked the head of Cephus’ dick while I played with my tits.

“Yes, sis, suck it just like that, you skank, you dirty whore.”

Dad continued to slowly fuck me while his erection subsided.

“That felt so good, daddy. That felt so good.”

Using my left ankle and leg has a lever, dad rolled me onto my stomach and began to kiss my butt cheeks.

I broke contact with my brother’s dick to say, “lick me, daddy, lick my ass.”

“Hey sis, stop yapping and suck your big brother’s cock,” Daryl-Cephus said.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” I asked him coyly.

“Uh, huh.”

“Well, what if I don’t wanna?”

“Suck your big brother’s cock, baby doll,” daddy said.

“Do you want your little sister to suck your cock? Do you want to come down your little sister’s throat?”

“Suck my cock and make me hard,” Daryl-Cephus said. “So, I can ruthlessly fuck your ass.”

I took my brother’s cock inside my mouth.

“Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” mom said.

Dad was finger-fucking my cum-filled cunt as he went from kissing my butt cheeks to licking my rosebud.

“Oh, that’s so good Daddy,” I said removing my mouth from Daryl-Cephus’ dick.

Daddy grabbed his son’s cock and said, “here, suck your brother’s cock.”

“Is it a nice cock Daddy?”

“It’s a very nice cock, now suck it, baby.”

“Show me.”

“How?”

“Why don’t you suck on his cock, daddy?”

Daddy opened his mouth and put the kahramanmaraş escort head of my brother’s cock inside. Daryl-Cephus moaned and pushed into our father.

“I told you it was a good cock,” mom said. Isn’t it a good cock, daddy?”

Daddy went up and down on the shaft of Cephus’ cock. Licking the head and stroking it with his fingertips a couple of times before pausing.

“Yes mommy, you were right, our boy here has a very good cock.”

“Can I have some of Daryl’s cock please daddy?

“I don’t know, it’s awfully good, and you didn’t want any before.”

“Please, pretty please, daddy?

“Please what little girl?”

“Daddy, can I please have some of my brother Daryl’s cock?”

“If I give you some his dick, kitten, what are you going to do with it?”

“Suck it really good, daddy.”

“You are going to suck your brother off good?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Like you do me?”

“Just like I suck you, daddy.”

“Then, of course, baby, you can have some of Daryls dick.”

He held my brother’s cock for me and guided it into my open lips.

“Suck your brother’s cock,” mom said.

“Yes suck it, Daryl,” said my other brother, Daryl, or rather my cousin Daryl.

Daddy was playing around with his long middle finger in my asshole while licking my rosebud.

“Get our baby-girl nice and wet,” mom said, “so she can take her brother Daryl’s big, hard, cock deep up her little asshole.”

I couldn’t say anything because my mouth was full.

“Yes sis, get ready because I’m going to put my great big cock up your ass.”

“How does your sister’s mouth feel baby,” mom said to Daryl-Cephus.

“She’s almost as good of a cock-sucker as you are mommy.”

“That’s quite a compliment, nobody’s better cocksucker than your mom,” dad said.

“Lil-sis here is pretty darned close,” my brother said, smiling as he pulled his dick out of my mouth

Dad leaned over and licked some of my saliva off his son’s cock as the Daryls switched places. Dad stood and walked over to my mother.

“On your knees, Billy-Bob,” mom said. “Daryl left you a treat.”

“Suck me, baby, suck me dry,” my cousin Daryl-Ace said as he positioned himself in front of my face. “Suck your baby-daddy dry while your big brother fucks you up the ass.”

“Bro … are you going to fuck me in the ass?”

“Lil-sis, I am most definitely going to fuck you in the ass.”

“Will you fuck me really, really hard? Will you pound me like you do mommy?”

“Really, really hard.”

“Will you make it sore?”

“Oh yes, Frannie, I’ll make you really sore.”

“Can you make me feel it all night? I want to feel you in me later after I leave.”

“Sis, you’ll feel it all the way to Massachusetts and back.”

“Fuck my ass, Daryl”

“Enough with the chitchat already,” said Daryl-Ace. “Suck me good, my sleazy, slutty, cock-kissing-cousin.”

“Yes, Daryl.”

“That’s a good girl,” said mommy as Daryl-Ace entered my mouth joining Daryl-Cephus who was already at work in my asshole.

“Hey, there’s an idea,” dad said, taking a moment away from eating mom’s soiled pussy. “How about we make us a nice spit roast for the get-together on Saturday?”

“Sure, with cream-pie for dessert,” she said returning his face to the place.

“Oh that’s manavgat escort good,” said Daryl-Ace.

“Sure is,” said Daryl-Cephus.

‘How does your sister’s ass feel, baby?”

“Oh mommy, her ass feels so good on my cock.”

“Your sister’s ass is amazing.”

“That it is Ace, that it is.”

“So is her mouth.”

“Fuck her ass hard, baby.”

“Yes, mommy, I will.”

“Dump lots of sticky goo in her.”

“I will Ace, no doubt about that.”

“I want her to leak your jizz out of her ass and her dad’s cum out of her cunt all night long.”

“You gonna make her sit on a plastic bag again?”

“Yep, once the doors are shut she’s gonna have to drop her drawers. The little slut is gonna sit on a garbage bag for the whole flight, leaking cum.”

“Man. that’s wicked.”

“Nah, she’ll be okay, the cabin heater works.”

I came again. Orgasming while thinking about what my cousin had in store for me tonight while Daryl-Cephus pounded my ass hard and Daryl-Ace simultaneously held my head tightly. Restricting my breaths as he filled my throat with cum that tickled my tonsils.

“Man, when she comes she clenches like an Anaconda.”

“Tell me about it, Cephus.”

“Oh, oh, fuck…”

“Right behind you cousin…”

“I can feel her cunt all the way from here.”

“Yeah, she really works on it.”

“Man, it’s hard to believe she’s dropped four kids.”

“Daryl,” dad said, “time’s up, you and Frannie need to get all cleaned up so you two can get the truck over to the airport before her other brother Daryl gets back from Detroit.”

While the benefits greatly outweigh the drawbacks, one problem with working in a family business is that everybody knows everything that’s going on. I couldn’t for instance decide to stay a little bit longer get fucked a couple more times, and be a little bit late for work. I had to go take a shower put on my big-girl pants. But we had a wonderful time, I couldn’t say the same for my cousin Bo or brother Jed who were bringing an airplane back from Willow Run or Aunt Edna and Uncle Virgil who were watching all of the kids at their house so the rest of us could play together next door.

“Oh, baby-girl, you’re looking mighty snazzy,” said mom as I emerged from the bathroom after a hot shower.

“So, you fancy a gal in uniform?” I asked as I walked over and fondled her left breast, which together with its twin ‘right breast’ nourished me when I was an infant.

“You know it, kitten,” she said, grabbing my ass through my black trousers.

“Who the fuck needs Twix candy bars when I can enjoy these two treats?” I continued as I flicked my tongue across one nipple and then the other.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news,” Ace said as he entered the room.

“I know,” I said looking at him.

He was wearing exactly the same uniform as I was – a white tee, mine is long-sleeved to cover my tattoos, a white pleated uniform shirt, black and silver epaulets, silver wings, black belt, trousers, and postman’s shoes – although it was tailored differently to fit his male physique. I don’t know why, Ace is a handsome dude – I hope our son grows up to look like him- but to my eye, the uniform isn’t nearly as sexy on him as it is on a shapely gal like my cousin Fern. I kissed mom on the lips with a little tongue and went to grab my cap and chart case. We had an airplane to fly to Manchester, almost Boston.

“Dibs on the left seat,” Ace said holding a folded black plastic garbage bag in his hand.

We walked out the front door and climbed into the pickup truck parked next to the old porcelain bathtub sitting on the grass in front of the double-wide mobile home.

“In your dreams, Daryl,” I said, “in your dreams.”

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How could I refuse?

My sister had two expensive tickets for a private bus tour through Southern California. It was the romantic kind of tour where couples would be taken from destination to destination on a large bus. And suddenly I was being pressured to go with her.

Let me explain: Our family has always been adventurous. Meaning, we traveled a lot, especially when Christine and I were young. Christine’s then-boyfriend was well aware of that fact, and he surprised her with tickets for a 3-day tour.

However, plans changed when Christine discovered that her boyfriend had been cheating on her. He begged for forgiveness, saying the secret relationship didn’t mean anything, but Christine wasn’t the forgiving type (especially when it came to cheating). He even gave Christine both tickets as a goodwill gesture.

Christine refused to take him back, but she didn’t want to waste the tickets either. Plus she was genuinely excited for the trip, which included fun outdoor activities and beautiful scenery. She couldn’t take any of her female friends because the tour was for couples only. And she couldn’t take any of her male friends since it would send mixed dating signals.

Our parents overheard Christine asking me to go, and they encouraged me to accept, even though I persistently refused. Our parents felt it would be good sibling bonding time since Christine and I rarely hung out.

So, I was offered the other ticket, and I couldn’t refuse.

***

To get to the location, we took a short train ride, followed by a short cab ride. The meeting location was a small ranch with a lounging area for guests and a moderately sized parking lot. The ranch itself wasn’t part of the retreat. It was merely a gathering place to start the bus tour. It was hot and painfully early in the morning.

When we got out of the cab, I carried my stuff, and my sister pulled her luggage and carried some small bags.

We went inside the small ranch building and saw an elderly lady behind the receptionist desk.

“Good morning,” the lady said with a super friendly smile.

We both said hello to the lady and made small talk for a while. She was extremely polite and I could sense that the trip was going to be a lot of fun.

“You’re here for the tour retreat, I’m assuming,” the lady said.

Christine grabbed the tickets from her purse. “Yep, I’ve got the tickets right here. We’re very excited about it.”

“Are those things coming too?” the lady asked, looking at our pile of stuff.

“Of course, why?”

The lady had a confused look. “Well, I’m not sure why you’d be needing all that. Do you know what kind of tour this is?”

“A couples retreat, right?” my sister replied.

“Yes, but, what’s inside the luggage?”

My sister looked equally as confused. “My clothes obviously.”

“Oh dear,” the lady gasped with an awkward expression on her face. “This isn’t exactly the kind of retreat where clothes would be needed.”

My sister squinted her eyes. “Excuse me?”

“This is a nudist retreat, dear.”

Christine looked at the tickets, then she looked at the old lady, then she looked at the tickets again, before turning her attention back to the old lady.

“That’s not mentioned anywhere on the tickets, or the brochures we looked at. Are we in the right location?”

“We don’t advertise the nudity for legal reasons,” the lady replied. “The laws can be very bizarre for this sort of thing. Only fellow nudists would know about a tour like this.”

“But, but, we’ve come all this way. The tickets are already paid for. Is there any way my bro…I mean…my boyfriend and I, can keep our clothes on?”

The lady gave a deeply sympathetic expression. “I’m so sorry dear. But this is purely a nudist retreat. And we don’t make exceptions, otherwise it would ruin the atmosphere.”

“Oh gosh,” Christine sighed.

The old lady reached across the desk and put her hands on Christine’s hands.

“It’s okay, dear. I’m sure you must be shocked. Believe me, you’re not the first couple who’s made this mistake.”

“What happened with the other couple?”

“They talked about it. Eventually, they decided to give things a try. Before long, they were hooked on the lifestyle.”

“That won’t be happening with us,” Christine said, shaking her head.

“I know it can be tough at first. But why not think it over? The tour bus won’t leave for another two hours. That’ll be plenty of time for you and your boyfriend to discuss things.”

The lady genuinely wanted us to experience the nudist trip. And by the look on my sister’s face, I could tell she was kind of interested.

***

Christina and I left the small office area and went outside.

“What are we supposed to do now?” I said when we reached the parking lot. “How come you didn’t know?”

We carried out stuff with us, and it was getting heavier by the minute. No one was around, so we were able to freely complain.

“Hey, you read the same tickets and brochure. None of this was listed. So don’t act like this is all my fault.”

“But gümüşhane escort still, this was your trip.”

“My ex-boyfriend’s trip,” she clarified. “He was the one that bought these tickets, not me.”

I calmed down for a second. Christine was right. There was no way she could have known, especially since the nudist thing wasn’t listed on the ticket or brochure.

“You’re right,” I acknowledged. “I mean, it’s not like you’ve done this sort of thing before.”

Just then, Christine gave a shy little smile and a half shrug. It sort of implied that she had some level of experience with this stuff.

“You’ve done this before?” I asked.

“Sort of,” she reluctantly admitted. “A few months ago.”

“And you never mentioned this earlier?”

“Like I said, the nudity thing wasn’t listed on the tickets or brochure.”

I gave a soft sigh. “So now what?”

Christine thought for a moment. The look on her face wasn’t very serious. She wasn’t upset about the dilemma that we were in, at least not as much as I was. She seemed a lot more carefree about it.

“Well, we’re already here,” she said. “We made the trip this far. The tickets are already paid for. And we’re not expected back home for a few more days.”

There was an expression on her face which showed that she was up for anything. As always, when Christine made up her mind, there was no changing it. She was always a very stubborn person. She was someone who always got her way.

“So you actually want to go through with this?”

“Yeah, why not?” she shrugged.

“It’s a nudist trip. Remember? They won’t make an exception for us.”

Christine gave me a condescending look. “Have you ever seen a naked woman before? Have you?”

“Sure I have.”

“More than one?”

“Yeah.”

“Sex?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.

It was getting uncomfortable, but I could see where she was headed with her questions.

“That’s usually part of it.”

“I thought so,” she replied. “And these women you’ve fucked, were they college aged, athletic, and pretty- like me?”

“Damn right,” I proudly replied.

“Then it’s settled. You have no problems with female nudity. So the question then becomes, do you have a problem with male nudity?”

“I’ve seen plenty of that in the gym.”

“It looks like you’re all out of excuses,” she said in a conclusory manner.

“Yeah, but you’re my sister.”

“You’ve never wanted to see me naked?”

Her question caught me totally off-guard. I felt like a huge pervert and I couldn’t admit that I wanted to. But by the look on her face, she already knew the answer.

“That’s not important.”

“Of course it’s important,” she replied. “Think about it like this: You finally get to see me naked. Plus, you get to see a bunch of other women naked. Plus, we get to do a whole bunch of fun outdoor activities. Best of all, everything is already paid for by my asshole ex-boyfriend.”

She had a point. As impulsive as Christine could be, it was hard to argue with her on this. While I was thinking, she added one more thing to make my decision easier:

“No one will ever know,” she said. “It’s better that way. Not our friends. Especially not our parents. No one, except us.”

That was it. The deal was too good to pass. I agreed, and Christine flashed a big smile and gave me a suffocating hug.

***

Next came the hard part. Christine and I were allowed inside the ranch area, towards a small locker room where the guests could get naked and store their clothes.

On the way to the room, we saw the other nudists from a short distance away. It was a surreal sight for me. Although I don’t think my sister seemed to mind. The other nudists were simply hanging out, enjoying some drinks, having conversations, and getting to know each other. They were absolutely unabashed with their naked body parts. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for them. And in many ways, I kind of admired that freedom.

They waved at us when we passed by. And we waved back. They seemed like really friendly people. What made things a bit awkward (more than it already was) was that they were mostly seniors in their 60’s. Christine and I were both in our early 20’s. By decades, we were the youngest of the group.

The casualness of everything helped to ease my fear that I might accidentally have an erection, which was the worst case scenario for me.

However, when we went to the locker room, we encountered another problem. The lockers were too small to store our luggage. Obviously lockers are meant to be small, but my sister and I hadn’t considered where we would put our stuff.

“Great, now what?” I asked.

“We’ll just have to take our stuff with us on the tour bus.”

Unfortunately, we couldn’t leave our big luggage at the ranch because they didn’t want to assume responsibility for it. At least that’s what the lady at the front desk had told us.

“Okay, now onto the next obvious problem,” hatay escort I said, addressing the big thing that was lingering over us.

“My tits are a problem?” she playfully replied to lighten the mood.

“Not necessarily. I’m sure they’re great.”

She shrugged jokingly. “I like them.”

“Would you be bothered seeing my cock? This is really weird.”

“It’s all mental. Trust me, I’m sure that every cock I’ve seen looks exactly like yours. And every chick you’ve slept with has a body like mine.”

“So you think it’s going to be that casual?”

“It’s that easy,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Okay. If it’s that easy, then you go first.”

“Such a wimp. It’s all about being confident in yourself. I know I look good. I work hard on my appearance. And frankly, you’re not so bad yourself. So, I’ll show you how a confident woman does it.”

Christine wrapped her fingers underneath her top. She prepared to remove her top, and I braced myself to finally see her tits. But she froze. Her fingers froze. Suddenly, the confidence in her face was gone.

“Well?” I asked.

“Holy shit, you’re right. This is super weird.”

“Glad you finally figured that out, genius.”

“Hey, you could have stopped me, but you didn’t.”

“Should we just go back home?” I suggested. “It’ll save us the unforgettable humiliation of being naked around each other for days.”

“And miss out on this fantastic vacation? You saw the brochure several times. Don’t tell me you aren’t interested in those activities.”

“Yeah, sure I was interested- when I thought clothes were involved. I didn’t know that it was for nudists.”

“Don’t be such a closed minded person. The human body is the most natural thing in the world.”

“Okay, then show me,” I said, almost in a dare.

She froze for a second. “I can’t.”

“And why not? You just said that nudity was so natural.”

“It’s different. We’re related.”

“Earlier you said it wasn’t a big deal. That it’ll just be between us, and no one will ever know about it.”

Deep down, I enjoyed throwing Christine’s words back at her. It was always fun giving her a hard time, because she always enjoyed doing that to me.

“Enough bullshit already,” she said defiantly. “Let’s get undressed. We’ll do it at the same time, so it’s fair.”

This time, I was the one who froze.

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?”

With that, she pulled her top off and stood in her bra. Her body was nicely toned, perfectly tanned, with nice small boobs. It caught me completely off guard, and my jaw nearly dropped.

“You weren’t kidding.”

“Look, I know this is super awkward,” she said calmly. “How about we turn around and undress. Then when we’re done, we both turn and face each other- the exact same time. That way, it’ll be less awkward.”

“Sounds like the most reasonable plan under the circumstance.”

“Let’s get started.”

Christine turned around, and so did I. The sound of my sister undressing was surreal, because it soon meant that I would finally see her naked. But of course, I had to live up to my end of the bargain. I undressed, which was fairly easy because I only wore a simple outfit. I stood naked. My nerves were building. Finally, I heard my sister stop undressing, which meant that she was done.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

I was getting even more nervous. I was completely naked, and I was about to show her my body. And I was about to see her nude.

“Okay,” she said. “On the count of 3. 1…2…3…

I turned around, naked, and I saw my sister holding a towel over her naked breast and vagina. Her eyes bulged. She looked at my bare cock and I quickly covered it with my hand.

“What the hell?!” I fumed. “You’re covered!”

“Pretty nice cock you have.”

“Should I get dressed or what?”

“I’m only teasing,” she replied. “I wasn’t sure if you were actually going to be naked or not. I didn’t think you would actually do it.”

“Well, I did it.”

“I see that now. Fair is fair.”

Christine dropped the towel and stood completely nude before me. I finally saw her tits. And they were glorious. They were nice and perky, and they curved upwards at just the right angle. Her small pink nipples protruded proudly. Her crotch was cleanly shaven. She had a strong bikini tan line, which I was sure would be gone after this nudist trip.

“Damn,” I managed to speak.

“Like what you see?” she replied, playfully raising her arms to pose.

I snapped out of it and got back to reality. And the reality was, she was my sister, and it was incredibly inappropriate for me to gawk at her beautiful bare body.

“Let’s put our clothes in the locker,” I said. “The tour bus should be leaving soon and I don’t want us to be late.”

We gathered our clothes and put them in the locker. When I stood next to my sister, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy her body looked. It became abundantly clear that the awkwardness ısparta escort between us was only beginning.

***

Being naked around the older nudists wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t bad at all. They were all so friendly and inviting. Several of them made small talk with us. The hardest part was the initial appearance. Stepping out of the locker room nude was the most unusual thing I had ever done in my life (alongside getting naked in front of my sister). But in a strange exhibitionist way, it was also kind of exciting and liberating. I quickly understood the appeal of nudism and its glory.

My sister engaged in casual conversations with several of the older ladies. It seemed like they adored her, and they told her a few times that she was very pretty. In the back of my mind, I definitely agreed.

At 9 am sharp, all of us prepared to board the large tour bus. Christine and I were the only people who carried large luggages. Unfortunately, there was no room in the storage area. Our luggages wouldn’t fit.

I gave Christine a look which said, ‘Why would you bring so much stuff? Why? Was it really necessary?’

She simply smiled at me and turned away.

As the nudists boarded the tour bus, our problem was quickly solved by the bus driver. The last two pairs of seats in the back of the bus were empty. That meant, we could place our stuff on the two extra seats, and we could sit together in the remaining two seats. Problem solved- or so I thought.

It was tough loading everything by myself. The bus was cramped and I had to struggle carrying the stuff inside to the backseat. After two quick trips to load our stuff, I was done. And I was exhausted.

I sat by the window in the back of the bus. It was strange feeling my naked body on the seat. I was used to feeling clothes against my skin, but I had to get used to being naked. I immediately tried to relax, while Christine adjusted the luggages which consumed the pair of seats right next to us. When she finished, she smiled at me and looked down at the extra seat.

“It’s gonna be a long ride,” she joked.

“You’ve got that right.”

My naked sister sat next to me. I couldn’t help but glance at her naked body up close again. At that point, I was sure my sister didn’t mind. She likely enjoyed having me admire her nude body. There was a slight smile on her lips every time she knew that I looked at her tits.

Just before the bus left, another situation arose.

The nice old lady from the ranch wanted to give everyone extra supplies for the trip. She told the driver to wait, because since it was such a hot day, she wanted us to have extra boxes of water and juice.

So, the bus driver carried the extra boxes to the back of the bus. He asked if we minded, and we, of course, said no.

The bus driver piled more boxes to the back of the bus, and before we knew it, my sister was pushed closely to me. We were literally forced to sit with our naked bodies touching each other. There was no other way.

“Both of you look so comfortable together,” the bus driver noted with a sincere smile. “It’s always nice to see a young couple so in love.”

I wanted to say, ‘But she’s my sister,’ but obviously I couldn’t, or else we might have been thrown off the bus for being incestuous perverts.

When the bus driver started the engine and drove, my sister turned to me, and our faces were mere inches apart.

“Looks like this trip is going to be even longer than we expected,” she said playfully.

She wiggled her bottom as our bare legs were touching. There was no room to move away.

***

The long road trip had started. The large bus was much louder than I had expected. It was difficult to carry a conversation from the noise of the powerful engine, so most people remained silent, except for the occasional small talk.

As the trip went on, most of the older nudists began to doze off and sleep. There wasn’t anything better to do, plus everyone had woken up early that morning.

I eventually got used to feeling my sister’s body pressed tightly against mine. Our arms and legs were pressed together in a weird way. The brightside was, I got to take occasional upclose glances at her nipples, crotch, and sexy legs. Once again, she didn’t seem to mind.

My sister stood and reached over the boxes to get her phone, which was in her bag. By doing so, I got a terrific look at her shapely ass, and even a quick glimpse of her asshole. I wasn’t sure if she did it on purpose or not, but she sat back down and began typing on her phone. With nothing better to do, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. It was a long morning, and I was already tired.

Before I could doze off, my sister tapped my shoulder and showed me the screen of her phone:

is this vibrating bus making you horny?

When I looked at her face, her eyebrow was raised, and I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not.

“This isn’t funny,” I whispered in her direction.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny. It’s a serious question.”

Even though my sister spoke in her normal tone, I was sure that no one could hear us talk because the bus engine was so loud.

In a miraculous state of bad luck (or good luck- depending on how you look at it), the box next to us started leaking.

Nothing serious. It looked like fruit syrup. The old lady had given us juice, pastries, and some other stuff that we didn’t need.

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Amidst all of her feelings and desires Carmen tried to pluck out her knowledge of what it would mean for her to cum. All she knew was that it would be somewhat similar to what her father had just felt a few minutes ago. His hand went to her shoulder, gently pressing her onto her back. He was warm and strong, but also tender and guiding. Now she lay down with her knees up. He leaned in towards her with his hand still on her shoulder. She watched his changing expression as his hands rubbed down her chest to feel her breasts. She noticed his whole face become suddenly different. His eyes followed his hand to watch himself massaging his own virgin daughter’s breast.

She was enjoying the sensations when she felt a pinch on her nipple. It was surprising and exhilarating at the same time. Every time he grabbed onto her perky teen nipples it sent a wave of satisfaction between her legs. She looked at her father’s body leaning down over her and felt a wild fire of lust in her stomach. She wanted to reach out and grab his dick again but she could see that it wasn’t hard. She admired his broad chest and enjoyed the feeling of him being in control.

He stood back up and ran both hands down her torso until his fingertips were tracing the lining of her tiny black panties. As he traced his fingers across her hips and pelvis she felt her stomach jump. She wondered briefly if she had just cum. His hands slid under her curvy body to her ass and grabbed it hard. He seemed to enjoy grabbing her ass very much, she thought to herself. Finally, he grabbed her panties and slowly pulled them off her waist.

When he got them past her knees he put her legs together, bent but still in the air, and tossed the panties aside quickly. She realized as he was pulling them off that they were very wet. All the way down her legs her panties had left a trail of wetness

.

“I’m all wet Daddy. Did I cum already?” She timidly asked.

He answered her with tortured lust in his voice. It seemed as though it was too heavy for him to speak,

“You’re pussy gets wet when you are excited. It will be very wet when you’re going to get what you want. Something that only your daddy can give you. You’ll know when you get it, trust me.”

Carmen got even more excited when she heard her father explain things to her. She loved hearing him use dirty words. She didn’t have to think about everything and worry, because she knew her daddy would take care of her. She relaxed as she felt his hands softly rubbing her closed knees. It looked to Carmen like her father was in a trance. He stood there staring down at her for what felt like forever before he finally grabbed her knees and opened her smooth legs wide while still holding them in the air. When she saw his face frozen she was afraid he didn’t like what he saw.

She brought herself up enough to look down between her legs at her own pussy and see if something was wrong. She was surprised to see how wet she was everywhere. She was glistening with wetness and it had spread all over her thighs. She could even feel that it had dripped down into her crevices below her pussy. All her juices added a shine to the very pink part of her pussy that she could see. It was covered in very short soft hair, barely enough to notice, just like always. She couldn’t see any further and decided to lay back down flat and try to remember what it had looked like the last time she had gotten the mirror to take a peek.

She was anxious to look at her own pussy and only had the courage to do so once. What she had seen was nothing special. Her lips were small and always stayed closed to hide everything inside. She remembered using her fingers to spread them apart and seeing everything pink and tight inside. Her opening was too small to see inside but she recalled how smooth everything looked from back to front. No bumps or imperfections. Overall it did seem too small though. She worried her father might think the same.

Right now, lying in her bed with her legs spread apart and her daddy gazing down into her center, it was swollen and pulsing. She felt her father’s hands rub the inside of her upper thigh and she began to breathe faster. As his hands slowly made their way down to her untouched pussy he was spreading her legs further and further apart. She surprised herself when a quiet noise escaped her lips. She was unable to control herself anymore and had all but given in to her daddy. After an agonizing trail down her thighs he was finally less than an inch away and he began kneading her skin just above her dripping pussy.

Suddenly he hitched his powerful hands at the base of her legs and roughly pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed. She lay on her back spread wide open with her legs bent at her knees, completely exposed. She was completely on display for him. Her curvaceous ass was barely holding her onto the edge of her bed. Carmen could only breathe now, but not think, as she anticipated her father’s touch on her burning hot pussy.

With his hands still at the base of her thighs he reached his thumbs down şişli escort to meet in the middle of her lips and he slowly parted them to see the slippery insides. Without realizing it Carmen had begun making noises louder and louder. mmm’s and aah’s; They escaped from her lips as she pushed her exhaustive breaths out. She glanced up to look at her father’s face and saw his growing pleasure at her excitement. He was getting turned on by her mews and she could tell.

Seeing her father standing there, feeling his hands creep down and explore her pussy was making her wetter. She felt that familiar feeling in her stomach and her heart was beating harder than she had ever felt before.

His thumbs moved away from her virgin lips. Then her whole body jolted as he placed one of them back onto her pussy directly in the middle this time. He placed his thumb at the top of her pussy and left it there, completely still. His thumb felt so hard against her hot center, and she had completely soaked it with her wetness in just a few seconds. The feeling in her stomach became more powerful and she couldn’t resist moving her hips and grinding herself on him. He slowly put more and more pressure on that sweet spot, and she started to get louder. She couldn’t take it anymore as she loudly pleaded with her father,

“oohhh, please Daddy. Please…”

She trailed off as it became too hard to speak. She was writhing her hips up and down desperately trying to get the release she didn’t fully understand yet. Her father applied a little bit more pressure and she shuddered. She wanted him to press harder. She reached her arms up to grab her own legs behind her knee and open herself up even further as she pulled her knees up towards her shoulders. Her father did not relent as his thumb remained still on that very sweet spot on her little pussy. He reached his other hand out to grab ahold of her inner thigh just above her middle and he held onto it hard. She threw her head back into the bed as she tried desperately to hold on to the feeling that was building inside of her.

“Please what?” Her father said in a very controlled voice.

She was begging with her loud moans as her body dipped up and down through the rollercoaster she was on. She fought through the dizzying ride and grasped the only thought she could find.

“Please make me cum Daddy. Aaah mmmnnn. Please Daddy!”

She nearly shouted her words at him. His thumb pressed down harder and he started massaging her soaked pussy. She screamed out with pleasure and relief as her father began massaging with only his thumb. Her fingers were digging into her own skin as she held onto her legs to anchor herself to the bed. She felt like she might float away. It was only a few minutes when she felt that feeling in her stomach take over. Her ride was at the peak and she was about to shoot down the steep drop off. She was uncontrollably moaning and her head felt like it was taken over by only pleasure.

“Good Girl.” Her father lowly growled to her.

His words tipped that roller coaster over its peak and she shot down hard and fast. She was flying and it felt like nothing she could have ever imagined. Her pussy was throbbing, hot, and wet. It was pulsing with the heart beat she could hear in her ears. Her head was spinning and her hips were thrusting hard into her daddy’s hand.

“Ohhh Daddy!” She managed to scream out.

Down the ride she went until it slowed and she finally caught her breath a little. Her mouth was open while she was taking deep breaths in and letting squeaks of pleasure out. When her ride ended she felt very heavy and weak. It was as though she had just run a marathon. She noticed her arms and legs were shaking. Her father had stopped rubbing her pussy and now looked down on her with satisfaction. She could hardly focus on his face at the moment, but she mustered up the strength to quietly say,

“Thank you Daddy.”

“It’s my pleasure honey. You like being Daddy’s good girl, don’t you?” He replied quickly.

Her cheeks blushed red and she could only manage a nod. She didn’t fully understand all of her feelings. Her head was too clouded to think about it right now. All she knew was she loved her lessons and loved making her daddy happy. He put her legs back down and lifted her up to sit up on the bed. Then he placed both of his hands on her face and leaned in to kiss her. His lips were closed at first and he kissed her softly. As the kisses continued he pressed his tongue through her lips and into her mouth. His tongue wrestled with hers passionately as she felt him getting more forceful. One of his hands wound around her hair once again and grabbed hold just hard enough to be in control. Their mouths stayed locked in their passionate kiss for several minutes.

Slowly, Carmen felt her strength, and anticipation, build again. That now familiar storm was whirling in her stomach, gaining force with each twist and pull of her hair by her father’s hand. She got wrapped up in the moment and tuzla escort reached her arms out to her father without a second thought. She rubbed her hands across his smooth chest. Up her hands traveled to his powerful shoulders as she admired all of his definition. She had never noticed how strong her father’s arms were before now. Her grip moved over his biceps feeling each flex as his own hands journeyed and grabbed at her as well. They had a balance between them that could never be expressed in words but only felt; each body was whispering to the other its innermost desires and responding perfectly in turn.

“You’re not done just yet. I think my baby deserves more for being such a good girl. Do you want more?” Her father asked with confidence.

“Yes Daddy.” Carmen responded obediently.

He stood her up and turned her around to face her bed.

“Get up on the bed on your hands and knees.” He directed her.

“Like a dog?” She questioned innocently.

“Yes honey, like a dog.”

He watched her eagerly crawl onto the bed and get into position with her legs apart. She turned her head back to look at him and await further instruction. He was admiring his view of her plump ass. She wondered what she must look like in this position with her rounded cheeks raised into the air and her still soaked pussy on display for her father to stare at. It was clear to her by his face that he enjoyed looking at her body, especially her ass. He took a step forward and put one of his hands onto her hip. He loved to grab her hips and hold onto them, almost as much as he loved rolling his hand into her hair. Carmen was learning what her father liked best.

“I’m going to give you another lesson. This lesson may hurt a little depending on what the inside of your tight pussy is like. Virgins have a barrier that needs to be broken when they first get penetrated here.”

He explained as he stuck the tip of his finger at the entrance of her wet virgin hole. She heard him breathe in very deep and hard when his finger touched her pink center, and his other hand squeezed her hip hard. With just the tip of his finger pressing into her she could tell that it was going to be a very tight fit. She was becoming nervous. Her father continued,

“Yours may already be gone or it may be light and it won’t hurt at all. Just remember that it will be over quickly, and you can trust your Daddy. OK baby?”

“But I’m scared Daddy.” She said meekly, reminding her of when she was a very young girl.

“SShhh,” He quickly responded. “It will be over quickly and will only hurt for a just a minute.”

He rubbed his hands over her back trying to comfort and encourage her. A memory flashed across her mind of when she was younger and too afraid to jump off the diving board. Her daddy rubbed her back and told her that everything would be ok. It was ok, she reminded herself. She relaxed a little and enjoyed the feeling of her father rubbing his warm hands all over her. He moved down to her ass and caressed her flesh. She always thought her butt was too big, but it was clear that her father loved it.

His grasp was getting firmer as his obvious excitement grew, and Carmen could see that Daddy’s dick was growing as well. It wasn’t as big as it was earlier but it was definitely growing thicker. He leaned down and planted several kisses on her cheeks while his hands roamed down further. He rested his hands at the crease of her leg and savored her torment. She was once again writhing her hips back and forth desperately trying to grind onto her father and get satisfaction. He kept his fingers just out of reach as he pressed onto all the areas around her pussy, but never touched it directly.

He moved to sit on his knees behind her and his eyes were looking directly into her creamy center. She was so wet that her juices had flowed out onto her thighs and made her slick everywhere. Her father spoke in a low growling voice,

“God you are so wet baby. I love how wet you get. Your pussy looks so tight…”

He stopped talking and placed his finger at the top of her teenage pussy; he ran it all the way down her slit to her opening. She shuddered and her arms wobbled trying to hold her in place. Again and again he traced up and down her pussy stopping at her sweet spot for just a second longer and rubbing it in a circular motion. Just as she was beginning to feel too weak to hold herself up he placed his middle finger at her entrance and slowly began to slide his finger into his daughter’s virgin pussy.

Carmen remained still as her father pushed his finger farther. It felt so big inside of her, she didn’t know if it would fit. She held her breath waiting for the pain to come but never felt any. He got his finger all the way inside her and she felt full. She was finally beginning to relax again and she realized her father wasn’t moving. She looked back at him and he said,

“Does that feel good honey?”

“Yes Daddy.” She answered.

He continued, “Do you want pendik escort Daddy to make you cum again?”

“Yes Daddy, please.” She quickly pleaded.

He gave her a very satisfied look and pulled his finger back very slowly only to push it back in again. At first it was a little uncomfortable for Carmen but she started to enjoy it quickly. Her hole hugged onto his finger very tightly and she could feel the resistance as he moved his finger inside her. She was hot and wet inside and her tension was building as her father picked up the pace. His finger was fucking her harder and she was panting with pleasure with each stroke. Her face fell down into the bed and she moaned very loudly,

“OOOhhh Daddy! MMM that feels good Daddy!”

Her mind was cloudy and she felt her tension building again. Then her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she felt her father plant a soft kiss right in the middle of her pussy as he continued pounding into her. He kept his face between her legs and continued to plant soft, wet kisses all over her delicate pussy. She became more frantic each time she heard the sound of his lips meeting her sweet spot. She could hardly breathe but she continued with her guttural moans. There was a tornado inside her spinning her insides and she felt like she was going to burst soon.

The top of her body mashed into her bed as her arms gave out. She reached her hands out and grabbed onto the bed sheet as hard as she could. Every time her father’s hand rammed into her it sent her further over the edge. She didn’t know how much more she could take. His hand slowed down as he lined up another finger at her entrance and slid it in beside the first. He was quickly back up to pace and pounding his little girl with two fingers. She delighted in the feeling of being so full. She heard her father rumbling sounds of pleasure between his tastes of her dripping pussy. It exhilarated her knowing how much her daddy loved to taste her, and it felt so good getting his kisses between her legs.

Suddenly, he planted his lips directly over her sweet spot and sucked on it. His fingers kept pounding into her while he savored her. He drank up her wetness and she could feel the vibrations of his growling lust vibrate her throbbing pussy.

“Ooohh Daddy, I’m cumming!” She screamed into the air like a howling wolf in heat.

She was spinning into ecstasy when the world got a little hard to hold onto. She buckled and her twitching body fell to the bed as her orgasm ripped through her. Her father’s fingers were still inside her, though they no longer moved. Her body was slowly being pulled back to the edge of the bed and she felt her feet touch the floor. Now she was bent over with her ass stuck up into the air again. Struggling to gain her wits Carmen looked back at her father watching him eyeing his teenage daughter’s ass presented up for him to take. Her body was too spent to refuse though she felt too tired to continue her lessons right now.

Keeping her eyes on her father, she gained focus quickly when he put his own hand on his cock and started stroking it hard and fast. She was enchanted by the head of his dick staring at her as it was getting its own beating now. He took a step forward and slapped his other hand down onto her ass cheek hard. SMACK! She heard as he planted another spanking on her now red cheek.

“Oww Daddy! That hurts!” She pleaded with him through pouty lips.

He threw his head back for a second like he was cherishing a bite of steak before reaching his hand out and swatting her again. She let out another mew of discomfort. Her father was beginning to look ravenous as he steered his dick directly between her cheeks and kept stroking. It was a new feeling for Carmen having her daddy pump his dick onto her ass, she didn’t know if she liked it. He was gripping her skin tight with one hand and pounding his cock into her with the other.

Her body jolted when she felt his dick press right up against her little asshole. Shocked, she looked back to see if he knew what had happened only to see his face twisted with lust. He definitely knew what he was doing and loved it. The head of his cock was pushed up against her tight hole while his fist banged into her ass with force. It was beginning to sting with pain as the pressure increased, and Carmen was getting nervous. His hand was digging into her flesh as he bellowed,

“Aaahhh fuck!”

Suddenly he let out of rumbles of pleasure with his spent breath as he came onto her ass. She felt spurt after spurt of her daddy’s hot cum spread onto her asshole and slide down her crack to her pussy and mix with her own juices. He buckled a little as his orgasm overpowered him and he gave her asshole a few rubs with the head of his dick before crashing to the bed beside her, completely spent. Carmen lay back down on her stomach enjoyed the complete saturation of her bottom. Her crack felt slippery with her daddy’s cum and she relished the idea that her father loved her back side so much.

She had never felt craved by anyone like this before. She turned on her side to lay her arm across his chest and realized just how exhausted she was. They lay there like that a while before finally falling asleep from the exertion of cumming twice already since morning. They were both sticky with cum and sweaty from thrusting into each other for hours, but they were completely satisfied.

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*****

We had ended up showering, going home, and crawling into bed without dinner. Both of us were exhausted, physically, and emotionally.

I didn’t know how to work out the way I felt about my brother. I just tried to push the feelings aside and focus on other things.

I am straight. Completely straight.

And, even if I was gay, which I’m not, I wouldn’t be in love with my brother.

I found the Jennifer’s number scrunched up in my equipment bag, and decided to give her a call. She seemed easy at the game, she had been wearing a crop top and short shorts. And she wanted to go out with me based on the fact alone that I was on the baseball team.

When I phoned her, she was more than willing to go out with me that night. I didn’t have a game, or practice, and she told me she was off work. I guess it worked out perfectly.

“Jess, I’m going out in a couple hours.” I told my brother, sitting next to him on the couch. He was relaxing, eating a bowl of cereal and watching some crappy evening sitcom. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I think they may’ve been mine, but I didn’t care. We shared pretty much everything.

“Where?” He looked up from the TV, setting his curious green eyes on mine.

“I have a date with Jennifer.” I said, nonchalantly.

“Who?” He asked, putting down his bowl of cereal.

“Some girl at the baseball game. I expect I’ll be home late, so don’t worry about waiting up for me.” I said, standing. I had to get changed.

“Are you going to bring her over here?” My brother asked.

“Na, we’ll go to her house. I’m not going to make you listen to my fuck-fest.” I said, jokingly. He raised his eyebrow at me.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He said.

***

Jennifer verged on the unbearable. Fuck, she was annoying. The only thing she talked about was how much she hated her physics professor, how much she hated her waitressing gig, and how sexy I looked in my baseball pants. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mind the flattery, but after three hours of it, I was pretty much done.

We’d gone out to the bar, and we’d gotten a couple drinks. We weren’t anywhere near being smashed, but she acted like she was anyway. Did she think that I would find it sexy?

It was around ten thirty when we left, and she led me back to her house. I pushed her against the door and kissed her. She tasted like strawberries and alcohol. It was so…feminine. Too feminine. Her hands ran up my chest, feeling me, but I felt no urge to reciprocate. I felt her tongue flicking at my bottom lip, but I kept my mouth closed to her.

I pulled away and we were both a little breathless.

“Why don’t you come inside?” She asked suggestively, her hands still feeling up my shirt. I didn’t want to. There was nothing about this girl that I found attractive. It wasn’t even that I wasn’t attracted to her, it was that she was too god-damn annoying.

“I can’t tonight, babe.” I said, trying to sound somewhat upset about it.

“Oh, why not?” She jutted out her bottom lip like a child, and her hands moved gently down to my crotch. She started rubbing gently.

“I have a calculus test tomorrow morning.” I lied, trying to pull away from her.

“Oh, boo,” She murmured sadly, “Well call me tomorrow, k?” She winked at me. I nodded and gave her a smile that I hoped came giresun escort across as apologetic. Then, I headed home.

God, she was annoying. And she thought she was sexy, which was even more annoying, because she wasn’t. I sighed as I pulled away from her house.

Hopefully Jesse was already in bed, that way I could lie tomorrow morning and say that I had screwed her.

Her house was only a ten minute drive from mine, so I got home quickly. It was almost eleven, and I doubted that Jesse would still be up. But as I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that the kitchen light was on.

I unlocked the door. I could hear moaning coming from the living room, and my cock became semi-erect in excitement. The moans were most definitely male. Had Jess invited someone over? I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. I walked into the living room cautiously. If he had invited someone over, I didn’t want them to see me, I’d just sneak into my room.

But, as I poked my head into the living room, I saw that Jesse was just watching some skin-flick on the pay per view channel. He saw me immediately, and jumped in surprise. He swore and grabbed his discarded shirt to cover himself and paused the movie.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be home so early.” Jesse said, his cheeks turning pink in embarrassment. My cock was pressing against my jeans, and I felt seriously uncomfortable.

“Sorry, turns out she’s a prude. Who’d have thought, huh?” I lied. I swallowed thickly, unsure of what to do. I wanted to just join him, just climb next to him on the couch and rub one out. My cock was throbbing. I decided to just go for it. I mean, after all, we’d fucked in the same room, this wasn’t really much different.

“Do you mind if I join you? I really need to get off.” I said, walking over to the edge of the couch. My brother bit his lip and looked to the screen.

“I don’t mind…but you won’t like what I’m watching. You can choose something else, if you want.” He said, hurriedly. He seemed so nervous and uncomfortable. He offered me the remote, but instead of changing the channel, I hit the play button.

“Let’s see. ” I said, turning to face the screen.

It was a pretty basic porno, nothing fancy. It was just two guys fucking, they were both only slightly muscular, which is what I was the most attracted too.

“No really, you can change it.” Jesse said. He was clearly uncomfortable. Did he think I was judging him?

I ignored him and pulled off my shirt. I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor, before sliding off my boxers, shamelessly.

I sat next to him on the couch, careful to leave a good meter between us. I looked over at Jesse and he was looking to me for reassurance. He still hadn’t uncovered his dick.

“Are you sure this is okay? I mean, won’t people find this a little weird?” He asked, chewing his thumbnail.

“Are you going to tell people?” I asked, slowly stroking my cock.

“No.” He said.

“Then if you’re okay with it, and I’m okay with it, who cares? We’re brothers, this isn’t that big of a deal. Friends do it together all the time.” I said, trying to convince both of us. Jesse nodded and smiled slightly. He turned back to the TV.

“Have you ever watched a gay porn before?” He asked, not looking at me. I could tell he was embarrassed, he thought I was straight. I wasn’t ready to tell him I wasn’t straight, so;

“There’s a first yalova escort for everything, right?” I asked, skating around the question. My brother nodded.

“Go on, Jess. It’s okay. Are you still hard?” I asked, trying to encourage him a little. My brother nodded and slowly pulled away the shirt. He was still hard. I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t help it. My brother’s penis was probably seven and a half inches, now that I’d gotten a better look at it. And it was pretty thick. He started to jerk it slowly, anxiously.

I laid back onto the couch and tried to focus on the porno. I spread my legs a little wider apart, and my knee gently grazed his and I felt my cock jump up in excitement once more.

“Sorry.” My brother said, pulling his leg away from mine and blushing once again. He was so anxious.

“Hey, it’s okay.” I said. I looked back at the screen.

Both of us were jerking our cocks rapidly, and I felt myself get close to climaxing a few times, but then I’d slow down my pace. If I edged, I knew it would be way better, and besides, I was determined not to cum before my brother. I wanted to see him get off, needed to see him get off.

I looked at Jesse. I knew he was having a hard time. He was nervous and embarrassed, and I felt for him. The skin-flick was almost over.

“Having some trouble?” I asked gently, glancing over at him. His blush deepened.

“I just don’t think it’ll happen for me tonight.” He said, avoiding my eyes. I bit my lip.

“Do you want some help?” I asked, moving closer to him on the couch. He finally turned to face me.

“What? No, I mean, you don’t, I- I , you really, you don’t” He babbled on and I eventually just reached out and touched his cock gently. He stopped babbling and his breath hitched instantly. I moved my hand slowly up and down his cock.

“Do you have any lube?” I asked gently, my brother shook his head. I spat on my hand and placed it back on his dick and began stroking him once more. He sighed shakily.

“Oh, that feels so good.” He sounded almost surprised. His hand gently rested on my forearm and he gripped it slightly. I liked the contact.

“Oh, Mike, you really don’t need to do this.” He murmured. His eyes were shut, but I could tell he was enjoying this. My hand moved up and down his shaft slowly, I wanted this to last. I could feel him becoming harder in my hand. His thick cock was smooth, and only slightly veiny, and I felt good stroking him off like this.

The porn video ended and I shut the TV off with my free hand. I inched closer to him still, so that our thighs were touching. My brother leaned back against the couch, his free hand gripping a cushion fiercly, his other hand still on my arm. He let out a quiet moan.

“God, this feels so good.” He whined, letting his head fall back slightly.

“Has anyone ever jerked you off before?” I asked, rubbing his thigh gently with my free hand. He shook his head and bit his lip, trying to silence whatever was threatening to spew from his mouth.

“Let it out Jess. Moan for me.” I said quietly next to his ear. My hand gently cupped his balls, and at that he let out another soft moan. “Look at me, Jesse.” I murmured, speeding up slightly. He opened his eyes and looked into mine.

“Mike, this feels so good,” He breathed, “Can I touch you?”

“Of course.” I said. His warm hand left my arm and trailed up to my shoulder, he squeezed it gently. yozgat escort I was getting a little uncomfortable in the position I was in, so I released his cock.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked hurriedly, releasing my shoulder and pulling away slightly.

“No, no. I’m just changing position.” I said, standing. I hooked my hands under his knees and pulled him so that his head was resting on the arm of the couch and he was sprawled across its length. I pulled his legs slightly apart and sat between them. I tugged his legs over mine, like I did the day I fucked him. Our cocks were almost touching, and we had more access to each other this way. His thighs were warm against mine, and they were sweaty, and I liked the feeling of his smooth skin against mine.

I moved my dominant hand back to his cock and began stroking him again. My brother relaxed into the new position and shifted slightly so his ass was almost pressed up against my cock. My other hand moved to gently cup his balls once more.

“Oh, yes Michael. Please…please.” He begged quietly encouraging my movements. I began stroking him a little faster, and he was becoming more comfortable. I leaned over him and our cocks brushed together, inciting a quiet moan from him. He reached up and his hands tangled into my hair, and I worked faster.

I couldn’t restrain myself, and I began rubbing my cock against his thigh, dry humping him while I jerked his cock.

“Oh, oh yes! Please, Michael, please. Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” He was begging me, thrusting into my hand, creating more friction between his body and my prick.

“Mike, Mike, I’m going to cum. I- oh, oh, fuck! Michael!” He moaned loudly, shooting his load. His back arched up, and his hips jerked as his heavy ropes of cum shot across his stomach. He rested his head against the couch and slowly sunk back down again. I was leaning over him when he slowly opened his eyes.

“Michael,” He breathed, staring up into my eyes.

I leaned further over him so that our faces were almost touching. My dominant hand moved to my own hard dick, and I started to jerk feverishly. My other hand moved to grip my brother’s hair gently.

I pressed my lips to his. He moaned against my lips, but he didn’t pull away. In fact, his hands were still tangled in my hair, and he pulled me closer. His hips moved against me, and my cock rubbed against his.

My tongue traced his bottom lip, and he granted my access to his glorious mouth. Our tongues danced together, and I had never felt more alive than in that moment. I was getting so close to my orgasm. I moaned into my brother’s mouth, but as I felt my climax rising, I had to pull away to catch my breath. I rested my head into the crook of his neck and moaned loudly. His arms wrapped around me and held me against him.

“Cum for me, Michael.” He breathed. I was sent flying over the edge. I almost screamed as my orgasm exploded all throughout me. My toes curled, my teeth shook.

“That’s it Michael. Yes.” Jesse breathed, holding me against him. Each rope of cum that spurted from my dick landed on Jesse’s toned stomach. I don’t remember a time when I’d had a more satisfying orgasm, especially one that I had given myself. I panted into my brother’s neck as I rode my orgasm out.

God, my brother wanted it just as much as I had. That was too fucking hot.

My orgasm had ended, but I didn’t move. Instead, I collapsed against my brother, letting my chest fall against his. I pulled my legs out from under him and spread them out onto the couch. His legs, in turn, wrapped around me gently. My hands moved from my cock and worked around his chest, and I held him to me. His hands gently stroked my hair.

As my brother and I held each other like lovers, I knew that I was indeed gay, and I didn’t care. Not one bit.

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My wife went camping with her brother, his son and our daughter’s son. They left on Monday and I never heard a word from them until Friday night. She called me to tell me that she was at her brother’s house and was going to stay the night before driving home the next day. As soon as she walked in the house I sense that something was different. She said that she had a good time but would give me very little detail of the trip. All she would tell me is that everyone had fun and that they fished most every day and that the kids caught quite a few fish. I kept trying to get her to tell me more details of the trip but she would change the subject every time.

I finally confronted her and told her that I wanted to know what went on during the camping trip and what was she hiding. She again tried to change the subject but I told her to stop it and tell me what was going on. She looked down and started to cry. I told her that I wanted to know everything and that I was not going to stop until I heard everything that went on.

She finally said that she would tell me the whole story. She said that everyone was having a great time and they did spend most of their time fishing or down by the water. They were with the kids most of the time. She said nothing much happened during the trip but they did have some heated conversations at night after the kids went to bed. I asked her what she meant by that and she said that the conversation turned to them telling each other about their sex lives. She said that she told him that it had been some time since we had made love and that she missed it. She said that Steve, her brother, told her that since his divorce several years earlier he also had very little sex. He lived in a small town and the prospects were not very good. Cheryl, my wife, said that they shared some of their past sexual experiences and how good it used to be.

Cheryl told me that when Steve was married that his then wife and he had tried wife swapping several times and that he liked it very much. He told her about the first time as they had some friends over one night when the husband told Steve that he and his wife swapped and asked Steve if he was interested. Steve said that he told him that he was but he did not think his wife would be. Steve said that the guy then said that he would seduce the wife and that if Steve wanted to make love to his wife then it was ok. Steve said they played cards and it wasn’t long before things turned sexual and for the first time he got to see zonguldak escort his wife make love to someone else. He told Cheryl what a turn on it was to watch another man fuck his wife in front of him.

Cheryl told me that the story got her hot but she told Steve that she could never do something like that and did not think that I would be interested either. She told me she told Steve how I liked to sunbath naked in our backyard pool and got caught by our neighbors a few times and some friends that dropped by one day unexpected. She told me that she told him that I was more open than she was. She said that Steve told her that she needed to loosen up some and go with the flow. He asked her why she never went swimming nude and she said that she was too scared that someone would catch her. He then asked her what was the worst that could happen if someone did catch her, after all she would be in her back yard. She said that it would be embarrassing is all.

She told me that every night they would talk more about it and he had her convinced that she should open up. She said that Friday night when they were at his house they stayed up late and talked into the early morning hours and again sex was the main topic. She said as they decided to go to bed that Steve asked her if she was going to open up a bit and be more daring. She said that she told him yes and see if that would help with us having sex more often. She said that he then said that she should try and see if she could right there. That it was a good time to see if she could be more free. She said that she told him that it would not be right to get naked in front of him. He told her that she was inside a house and no one other than him would be able to see her and if she could not get naked in front of him then she could never do it if she thought a stranger might see her.

Cheryl told me that Steve said that he would make it easier for her and started undressing in front of her. When he got down to his boxer shorts her told her that it was her turn. She said that she is not sure why but she took off her shirt and dropped her pants. She said that she was down to her bra and panties and just stood in front of him while he just stood there taking it all in. She said that he then asked her if she was going to go any further and when she hesitated he dropped his boxer shorts and stood in front of her in all his glory. He said that she should not be embarrassed and take fethiye escort everything off. She said that he was not hard and seemed to be only interested in helping her so she took the bra and panties off. She said that they then decided to go outside and run around the house. She said that since it was almost 3 in the morning she figured that it was pretty safe. She said that she felt really free running around outside naked for about 10 minutes.

Cheryl then told me that when they went back inside it was then that she noticed that Steve was hard as a rock. She said that it looked nice with an upward turn to it. She said that she could not get away from looking at it and Steve seemed pleased that she was looking. She said that Steve finally asked her if she liked it. She said that she thought it was nice but that they should get dressed now. She said that Steve just walked up to her and pulled her to him and let their bodies touch and his cock rubbed between them. She said that she wanted to back away but for some reason she did not and just let him rub his body against hers and his cock just kept rubbing against the front of her cunt. She said that she was a little excited from running around naked outside and being naked with a naked man. She said for a few minutes she forgot that it was her brother that was holding her and she got lost in the feeling of the cock rubbing up against her.

She said that they started to kiss and she was kissing back and it wasn’t until he started to lick and suck her breast that she realized that it was her brother doing this. She said that she tried to break away but he held her tight and continued to suck her breast. She said that it had been so long since her and I had made love that the feeling of someone sucking her breast was too much for her and she grabbed the back of his head and pushed it into her breast. She said that she does not know why but she gave in to the feeling and continued to let him lick and suck each breast.

She said that he must have kissed her breast for a good five minutes before he brought her over to the couch and sat her down and continued to suck on her breast. He then laid her down and proceeded to work his way down her body until he worked his tongue into her hole. She said that she came immediately and he licked her to two more orgasms before he crawled up until his cock was right at her entrance. She said that she knew what she was doing was wrong alanya escort but the feeling was so overpowering that she could not stop. She said that she rose up her legs and asked him to fuck her. She said that when he first penetrated her that she never felt so alive in her life. She said that every fiber in her came alive and all she could feel was how good a cock felt in her. She said that they fucked for about ten minutes before he came in her. They laid next to each other after and told each other how great that it felt and how long it had been for both of them.

Cheryl said that they both got up and went into his bedroom and climbed under the covers. She said that as soon as they had gotten in bed that they started kissing and holding each other and exploring each others body. She said that it was not like a brother and sister but like two lovers. She said that she felt like it was her first time and she was like she was when she was 19. She said that she went down on him and started to suck his cock until he was hard again. She said that once he was hard she rolled over on top of him and took his cock into her again and rode him hard until she climaxed once more. She said that he then rolled her over and fucked her for another 15 to 20 minutes before they both came together.

She said that they made love twice more that morning until they knew that the kids would be getting up. She said that they did not want the kids to find them in bed together as they were old enough to know what it meant. She said that she started feeling real guilty when she was driving home and realized what she had done. She told me that she had never cheated on me before and was not sure what got into her this time. She said that it all felt so natural and sexy and the feelings just were too much for her.

I asked her what was going to happen to us now. She said that she loved me and did not want to lose me. I asked her what about her brother. Was this a one time thing or could it happen again? She said that she could not guarantee me anything because the feeling was so overpowering that she did not know how she felt right then. She said that it was the most intense thing she has ever done and was not sure what she would do if the situation presented itself again. I then asked her what was going to happen the next time that they were together. She said that it would be a bad idea to leave them alone again but if I was with her then nothing would happen. I told her that I could not be with her all the time and that when he came for a visit that the two of them stayed up much later than I did. What was she going to do if he tried something after I went to bed. Cheryl started crying again and said that she thought that it would happen again if that happened. She said that she did not think that she could stop herself if she was alone with him.

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More than anything at that moment, I wanted to be the naked girl in the picture, my cunny open and exposed, my nipples ripe and erect — all of me the driving force of a guy’s pleasure as he played with himself and made himself cum…

At the summer house, I’ve always had to share a bedroom with my older brother, Benjamin. We ran in and out of there totally naked as children, but that stopped cold when adolescence hit. We became like an old Shaker couple, barely looking at each other.

Now that I was 18, however, another change had come over us. I was no longer a virgin, for one thing — with several cute guys under my belt. Though few as handsome as my brother, I must say.

Okay, so I’ll admit it up front: which is, that nothing — but nothing! — turns me on like a guy checking out my body. So I’d get changed in front of my brother because I knew he was doing just that, although he masked his ogling as a form of impishness: I’d yell at him for taking pictures of me with his phone when I was pulling up my white cotton bikini panties after a shower — but I was actually secretly thrilled by his interest and I have to admit I let him see me nude a lot.

I even outright posed for him once, while pulling up my panties, pausing them at mid-thigh, a big smile on my face as Bro snapped away. I was rocking my hips to give him different angles on my all-bare-there — I had just shaved Kitty in the shower, which meant that I had just masturbated Kitty in the shower, since I can’t do the one without doing the other. I maintain a very smooth kitty!

Anyway, on this particular holiday up in the country it had been raining for days, and we were stuck inside the cottage with Mom and Dad — who seemed to be doing a lot of fucking, to pass the time. Fine if you’ve got it!

I like to read so it was no problem for me to hang out in the attic all afternoon. Ben came in and said he was going nuts, waiting for the rain to let up. He flopped down onto his bed, which was not quite parallel with mine because the roof line bumped his bed more forward into the room. So I had a view of all of him but he’d have to tilt his head back to look at me.

It was humid and warm so I was only wearing my usual cotton panties and a tank top. I have small breasts, unrequiring of a bra, except for the fact that my nipples are large and distinct and always sticking out. I like how they look through the thin fabric of my tank top — I like even more how Daddy and Bro are always stealing glances at them.

Mom has “stopped battling” me about what I wear around the house — and not only in the country but also in our city flat, in a grand old building erected during the outer swellings of some previous century’s economic bubble. The place is steam-heated, to this day, to an equatorial temperature. So be it January or July, this is how you will find me at home: tank top for my titties, panties for my kitty.

I know how much Daddy checks me out, so Mom should thank me, really, since she gets a lot of good fucking from Daddy — I think as a direct consequence of my always being “barely dressed” hee hee.

Anyway, back to that rainy afternoon in the country! So I’m on my bed, my brother is on his, when all of a sudden Ben hops up and peels off his tee shirt. His lean well-muscled chest was beaded with perspiration. Then he took off his shorts, so that he was now wearing only a pair of fitted boxers. Oh, fuck me! The bulge on that boy! He lay back down on his bed and started idly thumbing through pictures of girls on his phone with his left hand, his right hand brushing beneath the band of his boxers.

This had been going on for several minutes and I was thinking of returning to the story I’d been reading when all of a sudden Ben lifted his butt up off the bed and whisked his underpants down to his ankles. When he did this, his long thick dick and big balls came tumbling out.

Ben had gotten comfortable masturbating with me in the room some time ago, actually — but only at bedtime, when I could hear him but not see him. I found this incredibly frustrating, especially when I was quietly strumming my cunny, listening intently to my brother’s every muffled gasp and groan and to the slick thwacking sound of a hand beating a penis. Now it was the daytime, I could see everything, and I was fascinated!!

Totally ignoring me, Bro started to oh-so-casually play with his cock. It was wobbly, not yet fully hard, but a bead of clear precum had already formed at the slit. The bead grew in size — quivering tenuously, amazingly, at the tip of my brother’s dick.

He dabbed it with his thumb and pulled up a long strand of precum, which he then rubbed around his swollen purplish cockhead, making it glisten in the diffuse light of this overcast afternoon. The shaft of my brother’s hard penis was a deep red, like the inside of a brick; his balls were more pinkish, and as all-bare-there as my pussy.

Interesting! erzurum escort I reflected. Bro keeps his balls eminently lickable.

Looking back, I see this precise moment as the turning point for me, in terms of what was to follow — having this item of important new information about my cute brother.

Suddenly I am salivating, as I imagine slathering my tongue along my big brother’s neat pink nutsack. Then I am taking each tender rolling testicle and coddling it in turn in the heat of my mouth.

While all these images were flashing, uncontrolled, if not unbidden, through my mind, my brother was still merely toying with his penis. But it was very hard now, twitching with his heartbeat, standing full erect.

At last he began to jerk off properly vigorously — but keeping it to long, even strokes. His slim hips were gyrating, as if helping to position his dick so that his hand could spank it for the maximal possible pleasure.

Every now and again he’d simply stop — pause the action — while he looked for a particular picture on his phone. Then he’d start up again, unhurriedly playing with his dick, just enjoying himself.

As for me, I couldn’t take my eyes off my brother. My white cotton panties were now thoroughly soaked at the crotch, the material there gone visibly grey with my juices.

My nipples were so popped up they dragged painfully against my tight thin tank top as I (barely) breathed: I was trying to be silent so as not to break the spell of my brother’s openly masturbating in front of me — masturbating as if I weren’t there, just a few feet away from his own naked display!

Ben started moaning quietly as he got more into his frig. A pattern developed. His hand would be jerking his penis faster and faster, and then the pause for edging: he’d stop momentarily and toy with his dick, weighing its heft in his hand or grabbing it at the base and squeezing, just letting it waggle around.

A steady stream of precum was oozing out of his jizz-slit and some of it dribbled like a gossamer thread onto his tummy as he clenched his cock in his fist, just above his balls.

Despite the tightness of his scrotum, my brother’s big balls were rolling around as if of their own volition, obviously aching to release all the millions upon millions of little spermies they were always manufacturing.

Ben never looked back to me on my bed. I’d long since tossed aside the story I’d been reading on my own phone. My hands were clamped to my thighs. I was willing my fingers to resist traveling up my crunching tummy so that they might touch and tug my so-needy nipples.

But this business of keeping my hands out of play, so to speak, had the unintended effect of crushing my pussy even tighter between my thigh muscles — my hands were pushing my thighs in a pattern of squeeze-and-release, squeeze-and-release. It felt amazing!

So, yes, I was masturbating, too — in my way. While not acknowledging it. Much as my brother wasn’t acknowledging me. But he just had to be aware he was putting on a show for me, and it was turning me on to think how he was turning himself on by being so brazen.

Because it was an amazing moment: Except for the boxers bunched at his feet, my brother was totally nude and playing with himself in front of his little sister!

I drank it all in: the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing got heavier, the flexing of his arm muscles as he pumped his dick, the way his thigh muscles flexed also — wholly in response to what his hand was doing to his penis.

I liked the way his open legs kicked and twitched, the way his feet shuffled involuntarily, turning and twisting the jumble of his pulled-down underpants at his ankles.

But most of all I drank in the sight of my brother’s beautiful penis — hard, huge, proud, and at last being jerked firmly and ferociously.

Ben had settled on a picture of a girl who had a figure very much like my own, I couldn’t help but observe with a rush that I felt from my clit to my throat: she was slim and small-breasted, and with the same disproportionately large and prominent nipples. Also like me, she had a flat well-defined tummy and an all-bare-there pussy with plump labia — all the plumper when sexually excited!

The girl was sitting with her legs parted, a giant grin on her pretty freckled face, grey-blue eyes twinkling merrily — as if in acknowledgment of all the handsome boys like my brother, jerking off while gazing upon her nudity.

Benjy really liked this girl! He flipped among several pictures of her, including one where she was on her tummy — butt-up, head down, peering over a slender shoulder, coolly regarding the camera. Her hand clasped her ass cheek, her thumb tugging sidewards the dark triangle of pink flesh that defined her pucker. It was like she was saying to my brother: “Here. Fuck me here. I want your big eskişehir escort dick thrusting deep into my ass.”

My own butthole tingled. I’m still a virgin there. I often play with my ass when I masturbate, and I’m thinking of asking Mom to order me a dildo from her catalog. We’re very open with each other about sex and masturbation, my mom and me, and we often skinny dip together in the conservatory hot tub, jilling via the jets while trying to keep a coherent conversation going at the same time.

If I gave the impression earlier that Mom is some sort of prude: far from it! She just doesn’t like my “flaunting how pretty you are, Katie — the world will acknowledge this without your stripping for it.”

But I wanted to strip for the world! I desired to flaunt it! And more than anything at that moment, alone with my brother in our cozy room, I wanted a boy to look at pictures of me while he masturbated. I wanted to be naked, my cunny open and exposed, my nipples ripe and erect — all of me the driving force of a guy’s pleasure as he played with himself and made himself cum.

My brother was really jerking it hard now! The wet slapping sound of his hand on his cock reverberated about the tiny room at the top of the cottage under the slanting rain-pummelled roof.

It was so loud that anybody listening outside the door — like you, Mom — could have heard it!

But Ben didn’t care. His low groans had become sudden gasps as his hand blurred along his rigid dick, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.

I was so excited that I was going to get to see my brother’s semen come squirting out of his penis! I squeezed my legs together in a way that shifted my swollen clit against my panties, producing the sudden surprising jolt of a mini-orgasm. The wispy blonde hairs along my arms all stood up, as if an electric current had passed through them.

I gasped — to my horror.

But my brother didn’t seem to have heard me over all the noise he was making — the grunts and groans of pleasure, the steady whack-whack-whacking of a hard penis being hard-masturbated.

Ben was spanking his cock with ferocious intent, his hips rising and falling as he alternately fucked his fist and jacked his dick. This action exposed my brother’s taut cute ass, flexing with his entire body’s excitement.

His cock was all purple now, slick with precum, the veins standing out defined and throbbing as his cockhead swelled, the slap of shaft and hand like the cracking of a whip, until — with a loud groan issuing from deep within his chest — my brother’s orgasm commenced and he started ejaculating!

First there was an almost indiscernible surge of semen: it popped from Ben’s jizz-slit, splashing the blondish thicket of pubes that my brother keeps close-cropped at the groin.

This was followed immediately by the first mighty jet of jism — shooting out, arcing high, and then splatting against Ben’s neck and chin.

The next massive blast landed squarely in the middle of my brother’s sun-kissed chest — a wet pearly dollop of pure cum. It streamed the tiered ridges of Ben’s rib cage, spilling over onto the counterpane.

Third, fourth, and fifth spurts dappled the plateau of Ben’s trim belly, forming estuaries of grey-white jizz that filled and overflowed the deep well of my brother’s navel.

All the while he was muttering “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” — his face contorting in ecstatic agony.

So much jizz soaring skyward! I imagined all of it being squirted instead into my hungry slurping mouth and down my greedy gulping throat. Or — even better — my brother was blasting all those hundreds of millions of little spermies up into my cunny, to plume my cervix and swirl within my womb. (Okay, cap your twisted thinking: I’m on the pill!! I mean, jeepers: can’t a girl engage in a little consensual incestuous no-fallout fantasizing without, oh, I dunno, having her diary confiscated or her blog deleted?)

My butthole was tingling, too, of course — so that thought occurred to me in that instant as well: that I could feel, through the exquisite stretching of my ring by the root of my brother’s penis, its pulsing as my brother pumped his cum into my most intimate depths… Yes, I think it was at that moment I felt it as never before so fully: the desire to give my ass to a boy. To the right boy…

Gradually my brother relaxed his straining, bucking body and his hand slowed. His penis slumped and wobbled slightly, but was still erect.

The last few pops of cum flipped across the back of Ben’s hand as he squeezed and pulled his dick really hard. Much harder than I’d have pulled it, in that condition. Believe me, I was taking an entire binder’s worth of handjob-giving notes!

I love giving handjobs, by the way — I’ve actually lost count, the number of boys I’ve jerked off. I so enjoy making out, and having a boy gaziantep escort feel me up under my shirt — “It’s so cool you don’t wear a bra!” they all say — and me masturbating him till he can’t kiss me any more, he’s experiencing such bliss. And then the sudden warm soaking of my busy wrist…

I will never get tired of simply “petting” with a guy. A term I learnt from Mom when we were in the hot tub together recently.

“That’s what your grandmother c-called it,” she explained, concentrating fiercely on what she was saying while tilting her clit against the return jet.

“An-nother w-weird express… express… sion!” I was working my own jet, while also trying to hold up my end of the conversation. What I was trying to say: That there were lots of antique terms — “petting,” “necking” — to describe the simple pleasure of kissing a boy with your hands down his pants and his up your shirt.

I wanted to note this fact, to make a larger point about any given generation’s relationship with its sexuality, but when you’re with your mom, and you’re both nude and masturbating together in a whirlpool sauna in a greenhouse, and it’s night and the winter stars are winking overhead and you’re trying so hard not to cum, because it feels so good… You don’t get to finish your thought before someone starts wailing.

Happy memories. I love jilling with my mom in that hot tub. We don’t do it nearly enough these days — my fault, spending so much time as I do with my boyfriend. Boyfriends I should say, because Jackson has a fraternal twin, and they both fuck me. But not this holiday — traveling with their parents in Northern Italy, of all the rum luck. Which added to the thrill of witnessing my brother’s self-play. I hadn’t seen a nude male body in over a week, in real life I mean, and I was famished for the experience.

My brother was now just toying with his penis, dragging it through the cum on his tummy, idly waggling it, his breathing calming, all of him — from his forehead to his toes — sweat-bedewed: That manly redolence mingled with the delicious chlorine smell of spunk. It permeated the tiny room, making me so high-on-horny I thought I might spontaneously orgasm, myself! I think I gasped, again — rather, it was an exhalation: I hadn’t been aware of holding my breath, but there it was.

Abruptly, Ben shifted himself up onto his left elbow and peered back at me on my bed. He smiled and said, “You like?”

“Yes!” I actually shouted, grinning and twisting my legs, crushing even tighter my soaking pussy between my thighs. “Dude, that was so cool! You had a lot of baby batter stored up in your balls!”

“Yeah, I’ve been so horny all day. I couldn’t wait till bedtime and I detest whacking off in the loo,” my brother replied. “Usually I do it in the pines, or down by the lake, if you’re reading up here, but all this fucking rain! I didn’t want to wreck my phone.”

“What about the hot tub?”

“Oh, man! Mom is so on my ass about the ‘condition’ I leave that tub in. No thank you.”

“Yeah, well I can see now what she’s on about,” I laughed. “Yuck. I don’t want to swim in your spermies.” (Total lie: I wanted him to soak me in them! I wanted him to jerk his dick and splatter my naked body with his jizz, the way he had just done to his own.)

“Plus—” he held up his phone.

“You need the nude girls to masturbate to?” I asked.

“Hell yeah!” my brother said. Then he thought about it for a moment. “Well, no. To be honest. Just makes it better.”

“How ‘better’?”

“They’re so pretty. They make me cum so hard, just looking at them! I love looking at naked girls.”

“More than fucking them?”

“Well… no. It’s different. I like doing it and thinking about it doing it almost equally, now you mention it.” To which he added: “Nosy.” And my brother looked at me in a most curious way.

I’d been rumbled. Bro was onto me. Because in my normal, cheeky-little-sister mode, I should’ve been teasing him mercilessly for playing with himself in front of me like that. But I was so turned on by everything I’d seen and heard in the past quarter hour, all I could do was babble excitedly, telling my brother how beautiful he looked, masturbating openly and completely nude.

He blushed when I said this, and got up from the bed, rising to his full six-something. This afforded me a different mouth-watering perspective on the sheen of jizz and sweat across my brother’s lean tan torso. Which he nonchalantly mopped up, using his tee shirt as a cum rag. (I thought I might cry.)

Bro seemed in no hurry to not-be-nude. He started searching for something in the top drawer of the high boy we share. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, I was so keyed-up, my pussy so poised. I thought I might cum just by gazing upon my brother’s beautiful naked body. I could see that his penis had to it what Emily Dickinson would describe as “that certain Slant” — not fully erect, but hardly relaxed. Not calm. Needing. Needing masturbating.

“Oh fuck me,” my brother muttered, finally extracting our spare phone charger from the back of the drawer. “Now I’ve gone and done it.” Turning to face me, his cock standing fully erect, he said wistfully: “Kate, I’m sorry. Once I start I can’t stop. I need to jerk off again.”

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The gift, the wrapping paper all-that had been simple and easy to pick. Alex Turner sat around his kitchen table hovering a pen over the birthday card. He was a software guy, words were never his thing. He doubted she’d pay attention to his scribbles, but still nothing even mildly coherent came to him.

The ringing of his cellphone broke his concentration. He looked at the display seeing the name Amy Glenn. “Hey baby, how’s work going?” Alex asked his fiancée.

“Good. I’m just calling to say I’ll be working late again. The team and I are working late on layouts.”

“Still working on the posters for Inception 2? I thought you finished that when you worked late last night?”

Amy laughed nervously before saying, “Advertising consulting isn’t all fun and games, but at least you get to attend a Christopher Nolan premiere. What are you up to tonight, working and hanging with the guys?”

“Yeah the guys, that’s rich. I had guys in Palo Alto. I had friends in Texas. I have zero here in Los Angeles. Two places I moved from, for you I might add,” Alex said, not noticing that she hadn’t answered the question by a mile.

“And I love you for it, honey bear.”

“I’m going to Lilly’s house for her birthday. I may not have any guys here but I have my best friend so I guess you’re off the hook,” Alex said preparing for Amy’s bound to be hostile response. Only seconds earlier he had reminded her that she was the reason he had quit his dream job in Palo Alto, leaving twice their current combined income to be with her here in Los Angeles, so she could have her dream advertising job.

“You don’t need to go her party.”

“I want to and I need to.”

“Why? Alex, tell me, why?”

“Because, she’s my cousin and it’s her birthday,” he said, with matter of fact laughing. Laughing that just increased Amy’s tone.

“She’s a pornstar!”

“She’s family. I’m only going to be there for an hour or so. You’re working late either way. Besides, I’m the only family she has out here.”

“She… You know what? It’s okay.”

“No, you can’t stop now. Spill it.”

“I don’t want her at our wedding.”

“It’s done, so what are you talking about?”

“I never sent her an invitation in the first place…”

“Amy, what the hell, we never talked about this. I know you don’t like her, but Christ, she’s family. She’s my blood. No discussion.”

“Don’t pull that family bull. It’s not because she’s in Los Angeles. Even if she was back in Texas she’d be just as isolated from family. No one in your family wants to even hear her voice. The slut will ruin my wedd….”

“That’s uncalled for Amy. God, I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, but she can’t come,” Amy said pleadingly, pouting over the phone.

Alex sighed as the conversation ended with his unwavering defense of Lilly. He lowered the pen, making a cursive swipe. With that, his remarks were complete and the card was sealed. He took the present and letter, exiting the kitchen and the house all together.

He got into his Volvo, slowly pulling out of his garage, now driving through the heavy traffic from Burbank to San Fernando rocking his head back and forth to the tunes of Green Day; anything to distract himself from the argument with his future wife.

She was right though. His cousin Lilly hadn’t been invited home to Texas last Christmas and both her parents and his had cut off all contact with her. Sure, he wasn’t happy with her choice either and had been happier when she was simply a swimsuit model. But unlike his evangelical family, he understood the simple fact that she had a right to make her own decisions and live her own life.

As the Volvo pulled onto her street he recalled the morning when they were together sitting in Starbucks when she nervously broke the news that she had switched over to the more financially lucrative, adult modeling contract gig. His understanding and guarded reaction had given her hope that her parents would accept her decision. They didn’t, and Alex recalled the dual pressures of both his mom and Amy attempting to force him to detach from Lilly.

Alex stood his ground with unwavering loyalty to the cousin that had been more like a younger sister. Alex stopped the Volvo on Lilly’s car-filled streetand taking hold of the present, he headed towards her front door.

He waited at the front door and stood there with his image reflecting from the front door’s glass. His well-kept, wavy, medium-cut dark brown hair and strong jaw were soon replaced by more feminine traits as the doors opened to a woman with long light brown hair and unforgettable blue-grey eyes.

Alex smiled at the sight of his beautifully fresh-faced cousin. Being tall was something that ran in their family which was why Lilly had been an excellent candidate for modeling. Her height was topped off with an ageless allure that would have eventually landed her next to the likes of Heidi Klum and Gisele Bundchen.

“Hey, you tekirdağ escort made it,” she said, hugging and pulling her cousin inside. Her full bust pressed against his chest.

“How the hell am I going to forget February twelfth?” he said, as the hug eased and they walked together toward the sounds of the gathering guests.

“It’s you. I know you would never forget. I just wasn’t sure whether or not Amy wanted you here.”

“Amy’s fine with it, she sends her apologies. She’s just really busy.”

“Sure, she’s fine with it,” Lilly said sarcastically.

“No, really. This present’s from the two of us. Happy twenty-third birthday, cuz.”

Lilly lit up as Alex presented her with the poorly wrapped gift. “What is it?” she asked.

By the time she looked up from the wrapping paper Alex had crossed over into the room full of guests, mingling with his cousin’s friends and colleagues, some of whom he’d had the privilege of meeting previously, to Amy’s chagrin.

From the other side of the room Alex watched as Amy’s eyes widened, the red and green wrapping paper fell to the floor, revealing a present that only someone who really truly knew and loved Lilly, would have given to her.

Through the roar of the room he looked on to see her pink lips form into a circle as she mouthed, “thank you.”

The party moved forward as the rapping’s of Snoop Dog filled the room. Alex started knocking back a few as he talked with the other guests. The more he talked and moved around and drank, the more at home he felt and the time seemed to fly by.

Alex continued to mingle and soon was surrounded by a petite blonde named Holly and a raven haired beauty named Karen. He treated the moment with a cool calm as they asked him what he did for a living. He tried to make software engineering seem exciting, but it seemed to him like he didn’t really need to try that hard as they giggled and smiled at all he said.

Lilly came by and pulled him away from Karen and Holly. “Amy wouldn’t be too happy seeing you flirting,” she said, as she guided him to an empty adjoining room.

“I wasn’t flirting.”

“Then you need to be careful because these girls are just a bit too…. horny.”

“Ha ha, actually I should actually be going.”

“No! Not because of this?”

“Of course not, Amy should be home from work now is all.”

“Oh, well, before you go,’ she said kissing him on his cheek. Your gift was sweet. I love the Jungle Book.” She froze as she flipped inside the book, reading the date on the century old text. “A first edition, too! God, Alex, you didn’t have to,” she said, almost nearing tears.

“Well, I know Aunt Charlene confiscated the copy that grandpa had left you in his will.”

“You remember that?”

“Of course I remember. Every week you saved up your allowance to buy books. Forget the porn now. You weren’t a normal kid, then,” Alex said as she laughed. “Which ten year old does that? I always said she’s either going to be President or a Porn Star.”

“Hah, thanks for the contrasting imagery,” Lilly said, looking longingly at the blue and gold book in her hands.

“You’re welcome.”

“This must have cost a fortune. You shouldn’t have. I don’t even know that I can accept it. I really want to but I can’t,” she said, pushing the book toward Alex as they walked to the front of the house.

“Of course it didn’t, plus, I’m not taking it back, and tag you’re it!” Alex ended mockingly, jogging toward the front door.

She giggled before adding, “Okay, are you sure I can’t pay you back?”

“Don’t worry. Just enjoy it. You’re worth it, Lilly Flow…” Alex said, almost saying her porn name.

“What?” Lilly questioned.

“Oh my God. I am so sorry. I must have seen it written on the cake.”

“No, it’s okay. Seriously, Lilly Flower was my nick name when we were kids, remember? I just perverted it by adding an s to the end of it and using it as my alias.

“Yeah, I just want you to know. I mean, of course, I wouldn’t watch you’re….” Alex said, hugging his cousin longingly before leaving the house

Standing at the door with him, she began to laugh. “Yeah, I get that. It’s cool. Drive safely, okay?” she said hugging him tightly, her nostrils secretly taking in a deep inhale of his musky scent.

“I’ll see you next week,” Alex said, oblivious to his cousin’s masked shows of affection as he stepped beyond the door.

“Well happy Valentine’s Day, then.”

“You, too. Yeah, I’m taking Amy to the Four Seasons for the entire weekend.”

“Swanky.”

“You know me.”

“Yes, I do,” Lilly whispered as her older cousin stepped into his Volvo. She waved him off as he pulled away in his Volvo.

Driving home he had a realization. When they were kids, he was the one that had started calling her Lilly Flower. He must have been eleven and she around seven.

Arriving home, Amy’s car was in the garage which put a wide smile on his face. The smile receded tokat escort as he ventured upstairs to see that she was already fast asleep.

“I hope this project is over soon,” Alex told himself as he headed for the shower to take care of two needs. It was a long shower.

He climbed into bed, pulling back the tightly wrapped sheets and laid his tired body down. Still deeply sleeping, Amy shifted her full frame, his heat drawing her in subconsciously. Alex smiled as he brushed away her short ash blonde strands, giving her a kiss on the forehead before he closed his eyes and drifted off.

Alex awoke with a morning need, his still sleepy lids rising to the sounds of the shower. “Ah,” he exhaled, lifting up his hands stretching them out. He climbed out of bed stripping his boxers down, tossing them into the hamper.

To the washroom he marched while scratching his firm bare ass. He opened the shower to her smile, “hey,” he said.

“Hey, to you too. I’m sorry about how we ended things on the phone,” she said, speaking over the water that was flowing through her hair down her toned body.

“It’s okay, Amy. You’re honest and you speak your mind. That’s why I like you so much,” Alex said, stepping into the shower.

“Like me? Is that all? Are you sure you just like me?” she said, while her eyes directed her attention to his raging cock. She gripped his member into her hands. “Something big tells me you love me?”

“Ahh shucks, how’d you know?” he said, as the both of them laughed.

She got within an inch of him using soap to rub his lengthy shaft, her face just below his. “Tell me what I want to here, honey bear.”

“Ugh,” he groaned as her hands quickened.

“Say it.”

“God, I love you so much, baby,” he said, while his hands rubbed over her soapy breast.

She looked up at him, giving him a wide smile, her lips moving to greet his.

He stuck out his tongue as her head craned upward. Their lips locking over each other’s, her right leg propped up on the side of the shower as her left hand slowed its rotation along his cock, her hand now moving his cock to her pussy. Pressing her against the wall, Alex slowly put an inch of his cock inside her unyielding trimmed entrance.

“Come on honey bear, “she begged, her fingers and nails bearing down on his firm cheeks, attempting to push him in further, his tip barely at her entrance. She dripped in anticipation of more while he inched forward into her pussy.

In a sultry whispered tone she declared, “I love you, honey be…” With that his hips pushed forward knocking the wind out of her.

Her back glided upward with every heated inward thrust, making her bite down on her lips. With every thrust Alex made, Amy bit down harder.

He drove in faster and faster, just to have her confirm he was driving in the right direction. She gasped: “Yes, yes!”

His hand propped her left leg upward for better access as he thrust in deeper than before, her back gliding further up the wet wall with every thrust.

“Turn me around, baby,” she said, after which he twirled her around like a ballerina.

Her hands were pressed against the showers walls, as her husband-to-be drove in even deeper than the last time. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes, just!” With that he pushed in further, lacking the gentle easing motions of before, thrusting in his fully engorged length, feeding all of it into her hungry pussy. Alex pounded his entire cock into her, his balls rapidly smacking into her flesh, over and over again without relent.

Seconds later she began yelling. “Oh Gawd, Alex!” Amy screamed, her legs shaking. His cock drove in with three more strokes before succumbing to her erotic arousal.

He picked her up, kissing her as they seductively soaped up and washed each other off.

Soon they were walking back to the bedroom where they both saw the time and realized they had precious seconds before needing to leave for work.

In the kitchen they zipped past each other. With coffees in hand, they were both on their way.

Amy exited the driveway first as Alex gave her passage to do so. If this happened today, what would happen tomorrow on Valentine’s Day? He asked himself.

He watched her Acura LX drive off and couldn’t wait to surprise her at the office that night. Alex had the whole day worked out. He’d go home and pack their bags after work, then surprise her at work and from there they would drive to the five star hotel where they would stay in the large Love Birds suite he had booked.

The entire weekend, just the two of them alone! She’d been working so hard. This morning was the first in a long time that they had had sex. As Alex walked into his workplace, Capricorn Computer Inc, he swiped his ID along the security scanner while Chuck the security guard observed, “Thank God it’s Friday!” Alex agreed.

For the entire day Alex watched the clock. Time seemed to stand still. He wondered if he might be able to invent an alternative trabzon escort way of measuring time.

Soon he was leaving his desk and passing Chuck on the flip side. His tires screeched as he headed home to pack the bags and head out again in the Volvo.

On the way to pick up Amy, Alex made a quick stop to purchase flowers. Minutes later he arrived at the large studio complex where Amy worked. Oddly enough, just as he pulled up to the movie studio’s gate, he received a call from her. “Hey, look who it is,” he said. With her not knowing why he was so chipper, he was just about to tell her why, and to call down to security to give him access when she stopped him in his tracks.

“I’m going to be working late again, baby. The colors need tweaking for our online banners.” Alex wasn’t sure how to respond. It was the night before Valentine’s and his plans appeared to be heading south.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, honey bear.”

“Ugh,” he mumbled, clearing his throat. “I’m not happy, Amy!”

“Look, you’ve been great about this, Alex. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Do what you have to do, I guess, but we’re going to need to figure this out.”

“I understand.”

“I’ll see you at home, Amy.”

“Don’t wait up. Love you,” she said, ending the call. Alex began to turn his Volvo around, but then he saw Amy’s Acura exit the opposite gate.”

“What the fuck is this?” he said to himself, turning his Volvo around chasing after the Acura. Alex followed Amy for a short while before she stopped at Kev’s Motel, a seedy establishment on the outskirts of Burbank.

He pulled in seconds after her, turning down his car’s beams he sat waiting for her to exit. Instead, a Mercedes pulled in next to her Acura.

Alex had hoped that he was being paranoid. His head began to pound as his mind ran rampant with anger, only to be mellowed with confusion. “Okay, nothing happened; this could be nothing.

His reason was thrown out the window as Amy stepped out of her Acura while the balding driver of the Mercedes stepped out of his. They then hugged each other. “No foul,” Alex thought, lying to himself.

Amy and her Mercedes “friend” began to walk off together and then Alex saw it, what he knew was a kiss. He was too shocked to even blink. Temporary paralysis came over him for a bad two minutes. He knocked his head on his wheel before jumping out.

Passing the Mercedes, Alex kicked out the left rear lights before moving forward, angrily hunting down the cheating couple. He looked at the row of generic looking doors wanting to kick each one in, but he knew it was unrealistic.

Alex walked nearer to the doors he thought Amy had entered and he pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. He heard her Beyoncé ringing tone. Alex stopped and focused on room 12, from where it resonated.

Alex wasn’t going to knock, that was for sure. He pulled his body back, fiercely driving his weight forward into the wooden door, smashing it on the first try.

Amy was on all fours getting drilled from behind by the older man, Alex recognized him as Charles, her Studio Head Boss.

“That’s right, fuck me!” she screamed to Charles. Alex wanted to slap the hell out of her and kick Charles’ balls to hell and back.

Amy saw Alex and jumped to the very top of the bed. “No, oh God, Alex, I’m so sorry!”

Without thinking, without listening to the curdling screams of a pleading ex-fiancée, Alex marched toward Charles who stood up with his hands held up in surrender.

“Look Alex, it’s not what you think!” Charles pleaded, backing up and looking to Amy for guidance as she too begged for mercy.

“Alex, please?” Amy begged.

Not saying a word, Alex ran toward Charles winding his arm back to land a clear punch across his jaw, dropping him to the floor where he mercilessly wailed on his old ass. Standing up Alex gave Charles five swift emergency room kicks to the ribs and crotch, before making his exit.

“Alex, please no!” Amy yelled, now covering her nakedness with a sheet and chasing after a leaving Alex.

“Baby, I’m sorry, Alex!” she cried, screaming her lungs out, following Alex to the door as he walked to his Volvo. He drove enraged, hearing Amy’s screams in the background.

Alex didn’t go home. Home is where the heart is and his was no longer there. He drove toward the Four Seasons(?) where he had booked the Love Birds package, knowing no one would be able to find him there. He just wanted to be alone.

After tossing Amy’s overnight bag in a dumpster, Alex carried his into the hotel and checked in, then went to bed. He lay there fuming. He set his phone on vibrate then his anger took over sending it airborne into the wall. The phone crashing into the wall and breaking apart calmed him, steadying his heartbeat.

Alex then somehow managed to drift off to sleep but woke up not feeling any better. A knock came to the door with the pre-planned Champagne Breakfast for two.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sir, and thank you,” the waiter said, after receiving his tip.

Alex took his plate and the bottle of champagne to the couch in the spacious suite. He finished eating his breakfast and lay down on the bed, guzzling most of the bottle by the afternoon, his head was spinning. Lunch came just the same as breakfast had. He had planned what was supposed to be a romantic weekend perfectly.

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