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Ken’s daughter Kari and her three eighteen year oldl girlfriends (Cindi, Maria and Diane) had a sleepover and during the night tied him up and used him as their fuck toy. In the morning one Diane’s mom Joan came to the house and found him tied up and used him also.

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Ken could not wait to go get Kari at Joan’s house the following weekend. Kari had told him to come about 10am the same as Joan had to his house. Kari told him he would enjoy going to Joan’s room when he got there.

Ken had dressed in sweats figuring something easy to remove might be useful. He drove up promptly at 10am wondering if any of the other mother’s would be arriving also.

Ken knocked on the door, and was greeted by his daughter Kari.

“Hi Daddy. I see you are on time, I know Joan will enjoy you visiting her in her room!” Kari said as she led him down the hall. Ken loved the view of his daughter in her panties and short tee shirt. Just thinking of how good her pussy felt was enough to start getting his cock hard.

“Daddy, I want you to go into her room thru this bedroom and the common bathroom. I want you to be very quiet so you can surprise her!”

Ken Escort Yayalar entered the bedroom and quietly went into the bathroom and slowly opened the door a crack. His cock leapt as he looked in.

There was Joan tied to the bed, her hands to the headboard. Her ankles were also tied to the headboard so that her pussy and ass were fully exposed. Between her legs was Cindi’s mom Laurie. She had a long two headed dildo and was working it in and out of Joan’s pussy as she licked and nibbled on her clit. Joan was gagged but could see what was happening to her. Laurie was naked and fucking her good!!

“You like this don’t you Joan dear! The girls sent me pics last night of what they were doing to you. They told me they had you eating each of them, your daughter included. What a great little slut you make! “

Ken watched as Laurie used both hands and worked the dildo deep into her. He could hear Joan moan as it fucked her hard and deep. The sound of a soaking wet pussy told him that she had already cum many times.

“You know what I want to do to you Joan dear? You always seemed so shy to me, well now is my chance to see Yayalar Escort Bayan how good a fuck you really are!”

At that Laurie got on top of Joan and slid the other end of the thick dildo into her own pussy. She worked down on it till nine inches was buried in both of them. Ken watched as she started to fuck them both.

Ken had stripped and his hard cock wanted a hole to fuck. One look at Laurie’s ass and Ken knew JUST the place. Grabbing some Vaseline, he coated his cock and lubed it up. As he approached the bed Laurie had her head down sucking on Joan’s nipple and did not see Ken but Joan did. Ken watched as Joan nodded yes to letting her have it!

Ken got on the bed and pinned Laurie to Joan.

“Oh my god. Who is it!”

“Someone who wants your ass Laurie!” said Ken as his cock head found her back door.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” moaned Laurie as Ken’s cock started to work its way in as she was working up and down on the dildo.

Ken reached down and pulled Joan’s gag off.

“Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah!” was all Joan could say as Laurie fucked her hard. On about the fifth stroke Kens cock was buried Yayalar Escort in Laurie’s ass. Then he started to fuck them both. The sound of the two women moaning and cumming filled the room. The feeling of Ken’s cock trapped in her ass, squeezed by the dildo hurt but felt so good!

They had a good rhythm going, up and down on the dildo, Ken buried in her ass, long and long strokes. Ken was sucking Joan’s tongue as Laurie worked on Joan’s neck and ear. Joan could only moan and cum as she was fucked!

Ken kept pulling Laurie further and further toward the headboard so they could slam down on the cock and feel it fuck them. On one of the strokes the dildo pooped out of Laurie and ended up at Ken’s waiting ass. As he rode her downward he drove the dildo deep up his shit-hole!

Laurie knew what had happened and started going up and down working it up his ass.

“Its up his ass Joan, start fucking him!” Laurie screamed as she fucked Ken.

Ken’s cock was rock hard, as hard as the dildo. The more he fucked them the more he fucked himself! The room was filled with the moans of the three parents fucking the other!

The girls were in the bathroom watching. They had Cindi’s video cam and were filming the whole thing. They were getting all kinds of ideas of what to do to their parents! They were looking forward to the next sleepover at Maria’s!

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“Ori!”

“Randa!”

The Lawson sisters embraced each other warmly on the docking platform of the Normandy as Shepard and Jacob looked on. The two women stopped hugging and stepped back to regard each other.

“It seems like forever since we last caught up,” Miranda said.

“It was only a couple of months ago, Randa,” Oriana said, rolling her eyes.

“A couple of months too long,” Miranda answered. “Come on, I’ll show you The Normandy.”

Miranda picked up Oriana’s suitcase and turned back towards the ship, finding Shepard and Jacob standing there with their arms crossed. Shepard cleared his throat loudly.

“Oh, of course. Oriana, this is Commander John Shepard and Jacob Taylor.”

“Pleased to finally meet you both,” Oriana said as she shook each of their hands. “Randa’s told me all about you. Especially you, Shepard.”

“I’m sure the reports of whatever she said are greatly exaggerated,” Shepard joked. “Welcome to The Normandy.”

The two women went inside and Jacob grunted. “One Lawson is trouble enough. I’d hate to imagine what two of them could get up to.”

“You think she’s as bossy as Miranda is?” Shepard asked.

“They’re clones, Shepard,” Jacob said simply. “It may as well be another her.”

Oriana made impressed noises as Miranda led her through the Combat Information Center towards the elevator. Just before they got there a cute redheaded woman approached them with a smile on her face. “Is this the famous sister of yours I’ve heard all about?” Yeoman Kelly Chambers asked.

“No. I thought I’d bring a complete stranger aboard The Normandy, Miss Chambers,” Miranda quipped sarcastically. “Of course it’s my sister.”

“Hello, Miss Lawson,” Kelly said to Oriana. “I’m Yeoman Chambers. Welcome to the Normandy. If there’s anything I can do to make your visit more pleasant, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you, Miss Chambers,” Oriana smiled back. “But I’m sure my sister can take care of me.”

Kelly stepped aside and let the sisters pass and enter the elevator. Miranda pressed the button to take them to the next deck.

“I’ll take you to my quarters to drop off your stuff, then we can take a tour of the ship and you can meet everybody,” Miranda told her.

“Yes, ma’am,” Oriana responded sarcastically with a salute.

“Sorry,” Miranda said and she sighed. “I’m used to giving orders around here to crew rather than being more casual with people. And up until recently things have been pretty tense. I’ll try and loosen up a bit.”

The door opened and Miranda led Oriana to her room. She put the suitcase on the ground by her desk then walked back outside before Oriana could even get a look at the place. “Come on. There will be plenty of time to see my office and quarters later. Let’s show you the rest of the place.”

A few hours later the woman returned to Miranda’s room, the door clicking closed behind them. Miranda had shown Miranda almost everywhere and introduced her to most of the crew, as well as the group Shepard had recruited for the suicide mission who were still aboard. Oriana had seemed to get on well with Mordin particularly, and they’d not long finished a nice meal in the mess prepared by Mess Sergeant Gardner.

“Your ship is amazing, sis,” Oriana told Miranda, the awe still evident in her voice. “You’re very lucky to have this job.”

“Maybe one day you could join us,” Miranda said. “The Normandy is probably the safest place you could be. Especially with Shepard in command.”

“More like especially with you as his number one,” Oriana said. “I think I feel safe here because you’re here more than because of the ship.”

“I’ll always be there for you, Ori,” Miranda said softly. “You’re the only real family I have.”

The two hugged again and then Miranda picked up her sister’s suitcase again and walked into her quarters beyond the office.

“I’ve got you sleeping in here with me,” Miranda said as Oriana walked in behind her and inspected the place. “I hope you don’t mind, but there’s not many other places, and I didn’t want you to just go in with the crew.”

“I don’t mind,” Oriana said, gazing out the window. “I was more concerned that I might disturb you actually.”

“How do you mean?” Miranda asked.

“Don’t act so innocent, Randa,” Oriana teased. “I mean just in case you might expect a particular special somebody on the ship who might just want to crawl in with you.”

“Believe me, that’s not going to be a problem,” Miranda said. “There hasn’t been anybody in that bed but me since the ship was built.”

“I’m sorry,” Oriana said. “I thought perhaps you and Commander Shepard or Jacob or somebody might have been close.”

“I wish I had somebody in my life right now, sis. Trust me,” Miranda said. “Shepard is too interested in an asari scientist at the moment who isn’t even on the ship, and Jacob and I tried things out a couple of years ago but it never really worked out. Beyond that, there’s really nobody in the ship I’m really interested in.”

“I’m sorry, Randa,” Oriana said sadly. “I didn’t Tüyap Escort mean to open old wounds or anything.”

Oriana placed her hand on Miranda’s shoulder and her older sister smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it, sis. I’m not as lonesome as I may sound. Get some sleep if you like, I’ll be back in half an hour or so.”

“Where are you going?” Oriana asked.

“I need to talk with Shepard, Jacob, Mordin and some of the crew. Boring mission stuff. The fight against the collectors may be over, but there’s still work to do on this ship.”

With those words Miranda disappeared through the main door back into her office, leaving Oriana alone in her quarters. The younger Lawson just sighed, then opened her suitcase to prepare for bed. Oriana wasn’t sure how much later it was when she was woken by the movement of something beside her. She looked back to see Miranda’s long dark hair about a foot away as he sister sat perched on the edge of the bed. “Hey,” Oriana said wearily.

“Oh, hi,” Miranda answered, turning around. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was trying to be as quiet and stealthy as I could.”

“It’s okay. I’d barely drifted off anyway. How’d your meeting go.”

“As well as could be expected I guess,” Miranda shrugged. “Jacob and I disagreeing as usual, but pretty smoothly beyond that.”

Miranda opened the sheets and pulled herself into the bed fully. Oriana could see her sister was wearing a short, black nightie. “No way!” she smiled.

“Huh?” Miranda asked before she could cover herself with the bedsheets.

“We really are a lot alike,” Oriana said, and she pulled away the sheets covering herself to reveal she was in the exact same sleepwear.

“You’re joking,” Miranda laughed. “You’re tricking me. You got that out of my wardrobe when I was away.”

“I’m not,” Oriana defended. “I got this out of my suitcase. Swear to God.”

“I guess it just proves we both have excellent taste,” Miranda smiled.

“Damn right!” Oriana said, pulling the sheets back up. “Great minds think alike and all that.”

“Speaking of which, how are your studies going?” Miranda asked, covering herself up now and leaning back on her pillow.

“Why are you even asking? You know the answer,” Oriana joked.

“Just casual conversation,” Miranda said. “I don’t get to have a nice casual chat with you very often. Especially face-to-face like this.”

“Well, why do you think I was talking to Mordin so much today? I was hoping he’d be able to help with my Genetic Theory. The salarians are way more advanced than we are in most scientific fields after all.”

“I noted that your Twentieth Century Earth History marks have improved recently. Has Danner been helping you out more finally?” Miranda teased.

“No,” Oriana said sharply. “I’ve just decided not to get distracted by him any more, that’s all.”

“Why? Is there somebody else?” Miranda asked.

“No. I just, kinda, thought about what you said. You know, about being true to myself. Even if you did kind of rip it from an old ‘Dear Dinah’ column I thought about it and you were right. So I just tried acting like myself and seeing if he’d take notice, but hasn’t really worked. So I just figured that it’s his loss in the end.”

“That’s for sure,” Miranda said.

“But, at the same time, I don’t want to end up alone for being too complacent and apathetic. Where’s the balance?”

“You’re asking me?” Miranda said.

“Yeah, of course I am. You always said you could help me with men.”

Miranda sighed and looked up at the ceiling. After a long silence she finally spoke again.

“I know I did, sis. But I’m not so sure any more. I haven’t exactly been successful myself lately when it comes to men, so should I really be giving you advice about this type of thing? Maybe I’ve been going about it all the wrong way.”

“I find it hard to believe you have trouble getting a man, Randa,” Oriana said.

“It’s not that,” Miranda sighed. “I just have trouble finding the right man. Things just never seem to work out. Lust is easy, but I’m starting to feel like I want something more than that. I want somebody I can love and trust, and somebody who knows how I feel and knows what I like. I want an emotional and a physical connection that’s absolutely perfect.”

“Sounds like you want to clone a male version of yourself,” Oriana joked.

Miranda forced out a laugh then shook her head. “I know, it sounds kind of crazy and like I’m being too picky and a bit of a perfectionist. But like you said I said, I have to be true to myself.”

“Well, I’ll always be here for you, even if you don’t find anybody else,” Oriana said, reaching over and stroking her sister’s cheek. Miranda held her sisters hand against her face and smiled across at her.

“I know, Ori,” she said. “If I had a male version of you, things would be perfect.”

“Ewww, that’s kind of creepy,” Oriana said as she took her hand away.

“Hey, you suggested it!” Miranda defended half-jokingly. “You were the one who said Escort Tüyap I wanted a clone of myself. I just agreed.”

“Sometimes I forget that we’re not normal sisters,” Oriana shrugged. “It still doesn’t change the fact that that’s kind of disturbing.”

“Not really,” Miranda said. “Think about it. If I had somebody like you, I’d know they would be somebody I could love and trust, and somebody who would never hurt me. They would be somebody I could really connect with emotionally, and even intellectually. We’re clones after all, we think and feel the same way. It’s a compliment that you’d be the perfect ‘man’ for me, Ori.”

“Except I’m not a man, I’m a woman,” Oriana said plainly. “That and I’m your sister.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Miranda said, reaching out to stroke Oriana’s short dark hair. “Gender wouldn’t matter if it was somebody I could really connect with. I’ve never really thought about it much before, but I could probably fall for a woman if she was like you. Your kind, smart and beautiful.”

“Is that a compliment or simply vanity?” Oriana joked, her voice wavering a little and a blush coming to her cheeks. “We are almost exactly the same.”

“Which is why you’d be perfect,” Miranda said warmly. “Even though you’re a woman. Hell, in some ways that’s even better. I think women are more sensitive and loving. Plus only a woman truly knows how a woman thinks and likes to be touched.”

There was a moment of awkward silence as they both just lay there, Miranda stroking Oriana’s cheek softly. Oriana broke it with a voice wavering even more than before.

“I’m still your sister though. And your clone.”

“Which means you know me even better still,” Miranda said.

“The more I think of it, the more it makes sense. I’ve been searching for perfection all this time, and here it was all along in the one I already loved the most.”

“Randa, please,” Oriana said, trying to be firm but her voice cracking. “I’m not comfortable with this. It doesn’t feel right. Maybe I should leave.”

“Please don’t!” Miranda pleaded, grasping her sister’s arm. “I love you, Oriana. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”

“I know, sis,” Oriana said. “But you are- You’re not-“

Oriana just sighed, not being able to find the words. She closed her eyes and in doing so missed the flicker of a smirk cross her older sister’s face. Miranda reached out and began to stroke her cheek again. After a couple of gentle strokes she carefully extended to fingers a little further and began to stroke them gently along the skin just beneath and behind Oriana’s ear. Oriana sighed at this and then a few more strokes in shifted her head and let out a small moan. Her eyes eventually flickered open and she looked into her sister’s loving eyes.

“What- What are you-“

“Sssssshhh,” Miranda hushed her sister, and Oriana let out another small moan.

“How did- How do you know I love being touched there?” Oriana eventually managed to ask, her breath slightly heavy.

“Why do you think?” Miranda said. “Because I do as well. Like I told you, we’re the same. We think the same and feel the same. I’m just making a point to prove what I said to you.”

“Please. Please stop, Randa,” Oriana requested unconvincingly.

“Do you really want that?” Miranda asked.

“No, but-” the younger Lawson said with ragged breath after some hesitation. “But it’s wrong.”

“Why? Don’t you love me, Ori? Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do,” Oriana said. “On both counts. You’ve always been there for me when nobody else was.”

“Then trust me now,” Miranda said.

Miranda slid closer and her lips made contact with that of her sister’s. Upon first contact the kiss was gentle and nothing out of place between two sisters. The second one wasn’t dissimilar, though it did linger for a while longer. The third one however was deep and sensual, as Oriana felt her sister’s tongue slide past her teeth and glide around her own. Oriana had never been kissed like that before in her life, and though she wanted to resist she couldn’t fight the overwhelming sensation of it all and the fact that it was quite possibly the nicest thing she’d ever experienced.

Miranda eventually pulled back, the sisters’ lips making a slurping noise as they parted. Oriana’s eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed and she seemed to be searching for something to say, only to fail at every turn to find the words.

“I love you, Oriana,” Miranda told her sister. “And I never want you to do anything you don’t want to. So if you want me to stop, just tell me, and I’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” Oriana said quietly, and Miranda smiled.

“I know I initially promised to teach you more about men, but I think instead I can teach you something else instead. I can apply my past experiences to instead teaching you about yourself and about women. I’ve learned from my encounters how I’ve found pleasure in making love, and I think I can teach you the same thing.”

Miranda sat up, pulled the covers front Oriana’s body and then Tüyap Escort Bayan straddled her sister. “After all, like I said earlier, only a woman truly knows how a woman thinks and likes to be touched.”

Miranda winked and then leaned down to give Oriana a quick kiss on the lips. Her sister accepted the kiss, but Miranda could still see she was nervous and unsure from the expression on her face afterward. She smiled and then slid further down Oriana’s body, kissing her throat and upper chest on the way.

“For starters, I learned from one of my lovers fairly early on that I really liked this.”

Miranda carefully reached up to Oriana’s left breast and softly pulled the material down to expose the nipple. She poked out her tongue and then began flicking it quickly across the tip of the nipple, making Oriana jump a little with a gasp. Miranda smiled at the reaction, then shifted across to do the same to the other nipple as well. Oriana’s breathing began to quicken the more she did it, and Miranda began to gently tweak whichever nipple wasn’t being battled by her tongue between her fingers.

Miranda stopped and then slid down further her sister, smirking as she noticed Oriana’s look of both confusion and disappointment. Lifting the edge of Oriana’s nightie slightly, Miranda placed her palm against her sister’s inner thigh and began to gentle rub in a circular motion.

“I had another male companion who used to tease me by doing this,” she said. “It used to drive me crazy, but he knew a very important factor about sex: foreplay. He knew that to truly satisfy a woman you didn’t go straight to the home plate, but that you had to tease her and get her going a bit first.”

Oriana looked down at Miranda, her breathing starting to quicken again and every so often she’d let out a little gasp. After a little while of this Miranda moved her hand to rub a little higher.

“He understood that the closer you got to the prize, the more sensitive the flesh was. But also that you had to take your time getting there and not rush things.”

Oriana nodded, letting out a small whimper. Miranda could feel her sister’s thigh pressing more against her palm and shuddering now and then. After a couple of minutes she noticed Oriana slide down a little more so that Miranda’s hand slid further up under the dress. Miranda chuckled at this.

“Getting a little impatient, are we, sis?” she teased.

Still rubbing Oriana’s inner thigh, Miranda crawled back up her sister until her face was hovering above hers. She stared into Oriana’s lust-filled eyes, her smirking lips only inches from Oriana’s gasping ones.

“Still not sure about this, Ori?” Miranda teased with a breathy voice.

“No,” Oriana answered between breaths.

“You’re not bothered that we’re both women?” Miranda asked, sliding her hand slightly further up.

Oriana shook her head. Miranda smiled again, then planted a quick kiss on her sister’s lips.

“What about the fact that we’re sisters?” Miranda asked next.

“No,” Oriana whimpered. “You were right.”

“So you’ve got no more qualms that what we’re doing is basically incestuous, lesbian sex between sisters?”

Oriana answered this not with words, but instead by reaching up to take Miranda’s cheeks between her hands and pulling herself up to give her elder sibling a very forceful and sensuous kiss. After breaking contact she smiled at the surprised Miranda and then raised her lips to her sister’s ear. “That just makes it even more exciting,” she whispered.

As Oriana plonked back down Miranda’s surprised expression faded to one of deep and warm love. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Oriana’s lips again. “I love you so much,” Miranda said with a soft warmth Oriana had never heard from her before.

“I love you too, Randa,” Oriana replied. “And I want you to make love to me. Please.”

“I will,” Miranda said. “Eventually.”

“Please,” Oriana gasped, fidgeting down at where Miranda’s hand made contact to increase the pressure and bring it closer to her sex. “I want it! I want it so badly!”

“But I’ve still got more to teach you,” Miranda said with a playful grin, sliding her hand a little further away and instigating a pout from her sister in the process. Miranda winked and pecked Oriana quickly on the lips before descending yet again. Looking down Oriana noticed Miranda was sliding her nightie up even further, to the point of exposing her pussy.

“My, we are worked up, aren’t we?” Miranda teased as she noticed how wet her sister was.

“Randa!” Oriana begged.

“Oh, don’t worry. You’re going to love this,” Miranda assured. “Here’s something somebody who was once close to be used to do that I hope you’ll enjoy as much as I did. He’d basically rub back and forth gently across the outer lips like this.”

Miranda demonstrated by placing two fingers against Oriana’s vulva and began to gently rub up and down. As Oriana began to gasp she increased the pressure and speed as her sibling’s labia began to squeeze the fingers.

“Of course, he didn’t actually use fingers,” Miranda explained. “But I’m not exactly equipped with what he did use.”

“Oh god, Randa!” Oriana gasped, trying to increase the contact between her pussy and Miranda’s fingers. Miranda pulled her hand away causing Oriana to let out a disappointed cry.

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Copyright 2012 Jonathan Kollt

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Chapter 1 – A Woman Bound

“Derek, don’t leave just yet. Please, let’s talk about this.”

Ellen stared at her nineteen-year-old stepson as he glared back at her with brooding dark eyes through long black bangs.

“I’m meeting my mother. I have to go, Ellen. She’s waiting outside.”

These words hurt Ellen deeply. She had raised Derek from the age of nine, and all of a sudden his biological mother decides to step back into his life and Derek just lets her slip back into that role so easily. Somehow, Ellen lost the pet name he used to call her and went from ‘Ma’ to ‘Ellen’ while his birth mom suddenly became ‘Mother’.

“Look, the pictures I found on my laptop, we need to talk about them.”

“Listen, Ellen, I told you I’m not going to engage you on this. I won’t use your stupid laptop again. My mistake. The end!”

Ellen was taken aback. Derek never spoke to her like this. She put her hand on her chest in a sign of shock, and immediately saw some regret in Derek’s eyes. She was on the verge of tears.

“Look, I needed the pics for my art portfolio. I know they must have shocked you. I won’t expose you to that sort of thing ever again. I hope you’re not scarred for life.”

Ellen wanted so badly to tell him something but just couldn’t get herself tosay it. What would he think if he knew she found the pictures intriguing? How would he look at her knowing she was excited by them? In the end, she just wanted to tell him it was okay and that she didn’t judge him, but he already concluded she was unnerved by the pictures. It was ironic how he so defensively assumed she was judging him, when in fact he was judging her.

Ellen looked at the young man standing in front of her. Just yesterday he was cuddling with her on the couch while they watched silly movies. Now, he stood there, tall and muscular, defiant and assuming. He had closed himself off to her and she didn’t understand why.

“Derek, I just wanted to say t that-“

Ding Dong

The front door opened and Derek’s other mom walked in as if she still owned the house.

“Hey there, love of my life!” Nadia had a big grin on her face and Derek lit up at the sight of her. Ellen’s jealousy came through as she interrupted their special moment together.

“Hi, Nadia. Derek and I were just talking about-“

“I’ll be outside, Mom.” Derek cut Ellen off rudely and walked out the door. Nadia could sense Ellen’s sad frustration, and although a part of her was pleased, she felt she needed to intervene.

“Ellen, can we have coffee after I’m done with Derek? I’m taking him straight to work after we have breakfast together so I can come by to have a chat. Are you okay with that?”

“I think that’s a great idea.” Ellen couldn’t wait to give Nadia a piece of her mind. She was still stinging from Derek’s shortness with her. She didn’t deserve this.

“See you then.” Nadia smiled and walked out the door. Ellen couldn’t help but notice the similarities between Nadia and her son. They both had an exotically dark complexion. They were stunning, especially when they smiled. However Ellen hadn’t seen Derek smile in months.

Ellen went over to the couch and sat down with her laptop. She navigated to the folder which had the three pictures Derek downloaded from the internet, and began browsing them again.

All three pictures were of a naked woman restrained in the shadows of a dark male figure. The one that caught her eye was the woman was bound by rope with a gag ball secured in her mouth. It wasn’t as much the bindings and gag that intrigued her as it was the look of terrified pleasure on the woman’s face.

Ellen took a deep breath. She had seen this image before. Not on the internet, and not exactly as portrayed here in front of her, but she had seen many elements of it. The similarities were striking.

Her body began to react in that familiar way, now that she was seeing it again. She wished so much that her physiological response was repulsion, but it was nothing close to that. The dark pleasure of submitting, being restrained, helpless at the hands of a dominant male, made her body hum deliciously. She had envisioned herself as that woman very recently. More than that, she had been having these fantasies for as long as she could remember.

Chapter 2 – A Challenge to Connect

“You know, Nadia, ever since you came back into the picture, Derek hasn’t been speaking to me. He’s been neglecting me and ignoring me for some reason. I’ve raised him for the past ten Yedikule Escort years and I don’t feel I deserve this coldness. Is something going on I should know about?” Ellen raised her eyebrows challengingly as she sat across her dining room table from her husband’s ex-wife, Nadia.

Nadia had a volatile temper, and even though she was in Ellen’s home now, she instantly went on the attack.

“I’m his mother, Ellen, and if you’re suggesting I’ve turned my son against you I assure you you’re wrong.”

“No, Nadia, I’m just saying that you’ve decided to be a part of his life again, which is great. But I’ve been in his life since he was nine, and if he’s feeling torn between his mothers then I think we should be sensitive to that.”

“He’s nineteen now, Ellen. He’s going through lots of things. Being torn between his stepmother and his mother isn’t one of them, I assure you.”

“So, I guess he’s talking to you then. That’s just swell.” Ellen tried to hold in some of her jealousy, but couldn’t quite manage it. Eventually she reminded herself this was about her stepson, Derek, and not about her.

“So, what are some of the things he’s going through, Nadia?”

Nadia pursed her lips, not sure if she wanted to share with the woman who took her spot in the family after she decided to leave. As she reflected, she decided to share enough to let Ellen help Derek with some of the things he was experiencing. After all, she was his mother for the past ten years. She finally softened towards her.

“Listen, Ellen. Derek trusted me with some things that I really shouldn’t be sharing with you. I don’t know why he feels more comfortable telling me, but maybe it’s because I’m not here in his life day to day. In any case, all I’ll say is he’s struggling with two things. The first has to do with his sexuality. The second has to do with his art.”

Ellen sat back in her chair, not sure where this was going.

“On the first one, Ellen, all I’ll say is that Derek is trying to reconcile what he wants with what girls his age are looking for. I can tell you that Derek is special, and his ideas of a sexual relationship don’t exactly align with what girls his age are willing to provide.”

Ellen couldn’t help but struggle with her disappointment that Derek didn’t open up to her with this information. She pried a bit further.

“Can you tell me something about exactly what it is he needs?”

“Ellen, I promised him I wouldn’t speak about it. You and his father, John, come from a very conservative background. Derek feels that you would view him differently if you knew what he was exploring. I don’t know you well enough, but I know his father is more like you than like me, and John would certainly pass judgment on Derek. Some of the things Derek’s discovering about himself are, I’ll just say, not traditionally viewed as part of healthy sexual relations between traditional men and women.”

Ellen thought about her own secret fantasies as she tried to absorb this, and once again couldn’t help but feel she was being labeled as ‘close minded’.

“Is what he’s looking for dangerous? Is he going to get arrested for it? What is it?”

“Ellen, don’t be silly. You know Derek would never do anything that wasn’t consensual. He has the utmost respect for women. It’s just that none of the girls his age would ever consent to what he’s looking for.”

Ellen thought back to the picture Derek downloaded onto her computer. The image of the woman, bound and gagged, was stuck in her head.

“Ellen, let’s just say he’s developed my flare for the unique and unusual, and leave it at that.”

Ellen found it hard not to be surprised by Nadia’s candidness. “What do you mean by ‘your flare for the unique and unusual’?”

“Oh, come on, Ellen. Didn’t John give you details about our break-up?”

“He told me you fought a lot.”

“Well, the fighting certainly didn’t help. But didn’t he tell you anything about my ideas for making up?”

“No, he didn’t.” Ellen was curt.

“Well, it was just another area of incompatibility between the two of us that was the last straw. And knowing that, I find it very difficult to believe John will accept Derek if he finds out Derek has the same sexual ‘curiosities’ as me. That’s all I’m going to say on this. If you want more information, you’ll have to speak with John.”

Ellen mulled over this little insight Nadia threw her way. She knew John had hang-ups when it came to sex, but she thought most men were like this. She always believed the sexual fantasies that tormented her were abnormal, and never considered John’s lack of imagination being an issue. She looked at Nadia in a different light now, and the thought that they were perhaps more alike than they were different shocked her.

“Okay, Nadia. Thanks for sharing. I’ll respect your confidence. What was the second thing going on with Derek? About his art?”

“Oh, he’s really wanting to get into this Escort Yedikule art school at the end of the summer. I don’t know if you’ve seen his art, but it’s really unique and risqué. He’s having trouble putting his portfolio together. If you really want to help out, then ask him how. I’m sure he would be more than happy for you to assist.” Nadia gave Ellen a devious smirk.

“Why do I get the sense you’re setting me up for something, Nadia?”

“Hey, you said you wanted to become more connected with him, not me. Perhaps this is a way.”

“Then I will.” Ellen knew Nadia didn’t think she could help Derek out with his risqué art, and this made her even more determined to prove her wrong.

“Great. Good luck to you.” Nadia’s smile had a smugness to it that baited Ellen, and as she got up to leave Ellen couldn’t resist her urge to say something.

“You know, Nadia, I think you’d be surprised at how much Derek and I are alike. I’m going to show you I can relate to him and help him out.”

As Nadia brushed past her towards the front door, she said “If you were anything like him, then that would mean you’re a lot like me. You and John wouldn’t still be together if you were a lot like me.”

Ellen stood speechless as Nadia walked out the front door. She didn’t know what to say. She had no comeback for Nadia. In fact, Nadia had struck a chord with what she said. Unknowingly, she tapped into one of Ellen’s worst fears. If John ever found out about the fantasies she had been having, he would leave her. She always made sure she did a good job of hiding her filthy desires.

Ever since Ellen was a girl, she had sexual fantasies about being controlled, about being taken by a man with no regard for her will and having his way with her. She dreamed about submitting to the selfish desires of another, and becoming a dirty, filthy woman who groaned and drooled at the torturous pleasures bestowed upon her by her dominant alpha-male partner. She didn’t understand where her fantasies came from, but she knew she had a deep, dark obsession that yearned to be tied, bound, owned by another male. That dark part hidden deep inside of her didn’t want her body to make love, it wanted her to body to be used as an instrument for pleasure.

If John ever found out, he would leave her in a second. Who knew what Nadia’s sexual curiosities were, but they couldn’t have been more shocking than hers, and it still drove Nadia and John apart. Even though the urges were getting darker and bubbling up more and more in Ellen’s dreams and fantasies, she still kept the lid on them tighter than Nadia must have.

As Ellen looked at the door, she wondered how long it would be until her lurid fantasy obsessions surfaced and blended with her reality.

Chapter 3 – A Sketch of Desire

“Derek, don’t just walk by and disappear to your room in the basement. What’s going on, hon? Why don’t you talk to me anymore?”

Ellen’s stepson routinely walked in through the front door after he came home from his summer job and just disappeared until his father came home, which was usually later on in the evening.

“Hi, Ellen.” Again, Ellen felt the sting of being called that — Ellen. It seemed so cold for the boy she raised from nine to nineteen.

“Really, Derry, what can I do to reconnect with you?”

Derek pushed his thick black hair from his face and looked at her through dark probing eyes. “I’m busy doing stuff, that’s all.”

“Like what?”

“You know, painting, sketching, trying to put together a portfolio that’ll get me into art school.”

“You know, Derek, I spoke with Nadia today and she told me you were having some challenges getting your portfolio done. I bet I can help. Is there something I can do?”

Derek seemed speechless. He stood there trying to figure out exactly what it was that his mother shared with his stepmom. He knew she had a cruel sense of humor.

“I’m afraid she was just pulling your leg, Ellen. I’m working on some personal pieces that require a nude model.”

“Oh, well…” Ellen’s voice raised a pitch. As much as she wanted to help, posing naked in front of her stepson wasn’t exactly what she imagined. She began to feel herself flush and wondered what the physical reaction was all about. This was more than awkwardness.

“It’s okay, Ellen. I’m not looking to sketch you naked.” Derek continued past her towards the door to the basement.

“Well, could you just use me if I modeled wearing shorts and a bra? It would be just like wearing a bikini.”

Derek hesitated at the door. To Ellen’s surprise, he stood there contemplating this. “I could. But you know what, Ellen, forget about it. It’s not only the nudity, it’s also the poses.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think you’d be up to it. They’re kinda racy. You may find them offensive, just like the picture I downloaded on your laptop. I don’t want to have to go through that again.”

Now Ellen Yedikule Escort Bayan understood why Nadia had that stupid grin on her face. Whatever Derek was exploring sexually was coming through in his art. She smiled nervously. She still had to prove to both Derek and Nadia that she was open minded.

“Well that’s where you’ve got me wrong. I have as much as an open mind as does your other mother. I’ll prove it to you. Go get your things and meet me in the living room.”

Derek gave her an amused look and disappeared to get his art supplies. Ellen went upstairs to her room to change, wondering exactly what it was she just got herself in to.

While Derek set up in the living room, Ellen examined herself in the mirror. She knew she had to wear skimpy shorts and a bra so Derek could later fill in the blanks and make his sketch a true nude, but looking at herself in the mirror she realized she didn’t consider some of the reactions her body was now giving off. Her mind flashed to the picture of that woman, bound and gagged — but this time the lusting, anguished look on the woman’s face was her own. Her nipples tightened against the soft cotton of her bra and budded outwards, and she was suddenly aware of the soft underwear cupping the sex between her legs.

Why are my nipples so perked? Why am I so aroused? This is wrong. This is so wrong.

Derek called up, “Hey Ellen, are you coming?”

Am I coming? Her mind processed this question in a number of ways and she quickly snapped herself out of it.

What the heck is happening to me?

“I’ll be right down, Derek!”

Ellen raced back into her closet and changed her bra for one that wouldn’t expose her physiological response to – to whatever it was she was getting all horny about. She couldn’t really figure it out. When she walked back down to the living room Derek was there waiting for her, sitting on a chair facing the couch with his sketch pad in his hand. She felt a little self-conscious in her mini shorts and bra. She noticed Derek had started a fire in the fireplace and had taken his shirt off.

“A fire? In the fall? It’s cold outside but not that cold, Derek. It feels like a sauna in here.”

“Trust me, if you’re gonna sit still in a bra and shorts for an hour, you’re gonna get chilly. The heat will keep you comfortable. It’s more relaxing, too. I like sketching like this.”

Ellen looked at his muscles. She never realized how chiseled Derek became over the course of the year. It must have had something to do with all the manual labor he did through his summer job. She looked at the veins lining the muscles that bulged gently from his neck, arms, and chest. She caught one that danced across his abdomen and disappeared into the hem of his pants. A wall of heat suddenly hit her, and she walked to the couch to sit down.

“You could get comfortable on the couch while I get myself set up with my charcoal, brush and paper.” Derek reached into his supplies bag and fished around while Ellen sat herself down. She felt the soft cushions of the couch with the palm of her hand. The room was getting nice and warm, and she was partly tempted to lay back and take a nap.

“Okay, I have all I need for now.” Derek sat with his sketch pad in front of him and charcoal in hand. He tucked his paint brush in his jean pocket to touch up his sketch with color later.

Ellen took in the sight of her stepson. He had swept his hair from his face and she noticed how beautiful his dark eyes looked when they were focused only on her. She looked at his youthful lips. They were masculine yet gentle.

“For the pose I’m doing, I need you lying on your side.”

Ellen looked at him quizzically, and proceeded to comply. She could do this.

“Okay, now put your wrists together in front of you and connect your ankles.”

“Derek, exactly what are you going to sketch?” The sexual interests Nadia was talking about were starting to reveal themselves slowly.

“I’d rather not say. Bring your knees up a little so you’re only taking up half of the couch, then hold it there. I want to get your lines on paper.”

Ellen held her position, frozen by Derek’s instruction. She was excited at being directed by him. She had never had anyone take control of her like this, and submitting to his commands aroused her. The heat in the room mixed with her own and consumed her.

“Tilt your head up a little and relax. If you’re comfortable, then I’ll ask that you hold it there for the next half hour or so. Is that okay?”

“Yes. That’s fine.” Ellen began to relax and enjoy the warmth of the air and softness of the couch on her skin. With her legs drawn together and her wrists and elbows connected in front of her chest, she knew the heat rising from between her thighs and through her nipples was well concealed. Her reaction to Derek was completely inappropriate, and she felt more confident that her body wasn’t going to give her away. She let her eyelids close half way. She was beginning to feel drowsy. She looked at his thick eyebrows holding a concentrated expression as he sketched his preliminary lines. His mouth was slightly open and she could see the ridge of his tongue as it rested gently against the roof of his mouth. She watched his lips they parted to say something to her.

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As a professional escort, Aruri doesn’t get much free time to himself. He spends most of his time working out, or keeping up the latest trends of women’s fantasies. When he does get free time, he likes to spend it soaking in a hot bath.

With his head barely under the surface of the water, his phone begins to ring. He hears the business ringtone and weighs whether or not to answer. His massive, throbbing erection very quickly tips the scale in favor of answering the phone.

He shakes excess water off his hand before swiping his finger on the ‘answer’ key. He pops his head above the water just as he puts the call on speaker.

“Hello,” he hears a courageous voice say.

“Fyre Light Services, how may I be of service to you?” he responds.

There a short pause and he can hear some fumbling around on the other end.

“Hey, is this Aruri?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Great. My name’s…,” she stops to think about the name she wants to use. “Tricia and I’d like to hire you for a friend of mine.”

He rolls his eyes before answering, “Is this friend aware that you are buying my services for their satisfaction?”

“Yes, she is. But I kind of want it to still be kind of a surprise.”

“I can do that. Do you know which of my services would best suit her, or would you like me to list the services I offer?”

“No, that’s okay. I have one in mind. She’s not really that kinky, or sexual for that matter. Especially towards guys she barely knows. So I was thinking about one of your massages.”

“Standard or Hudeylugiya?” he inquires.

There’s a longer pause this time as she thinks over the choices. “What’s that second one again?” she responds.

“Hudeylugiya. It’s a type of incredibly sexual massage, but it’s still just a massage,” he adds.

“How do you say it? So I can tell her about it.”

“Who-day-lu-guy-a.”

“So you’ll basically have sex with her while acting out a masseur type theme?”

“No. Depending on the level of the massage, sexual arousal may or may not lead to orgasm.”

“Well, in that case, she’ll have the highest level possible. In fact, I’ll pay for extra time to ensure she experiences the highest level of arousal possible.”

“That will be fine, just follow the directions on my site, set an appointment, and I’ll call you again one hour before my arrival to ensure your friend is still willing.”

“Thanks and good luck with her.”

“I’m a professional ma’am. I require no luck. It’s my job.”

He ends the call and sinks his head back under the water. He slides his hands down his body to his still throbbing erection and light strokes some of the tension out of it. He doesn’t get too into it before he hears a loud shriek. He lifts his head out of the water and sees his sister, Michelle, standing in the bathroom.

“Why are you always touching yourself?” she yells.

He covers his erection as best he can before sitting all the way up.

“Why are you in my bathroom?”

“My toilet’s clogged.”

“Then stop flushing condoms down it. Just swallow like you know you want to.”

“Ew. Stop saying that, you know I hate cum.”

“And yet-“

She throws his toothbrush at him before he can finish.

“Will you just hurry up and get out so I can use the bathroom.”

He climbs out of his cozy bath and grabs the towel that’s behind his sister before walking out of the bathroom. She closes the door behind him as he begins drying off in his bedroom. She’s not in his bathroom too long before she’s storming out of his room. He watches her storm away and feels bad as she slams his bedroom door shut.

He lowers his head and sighs as he realizes that his jokes may have been a little too personal for Michelle. He wraps the towel around his hips and follows after her. He knocks on her door and waits for a response.

“Go away.”

He briefly chuckles to himself before opening the door. He looks around the room and sees her lying on the bed cuddling with a pillow. He walks into the room and closes the door behind him as she looks up at him.

“I said ‘go away’. Not ‘come in’.”

“Yeah, I heard you,” he comments while sitting down on the edge of her bed. “You know I was just joking right. I was not actually trying to remind you of-“

She sits up and throws the pillow to the side.

“Yeah I know but…,” She brushes her hair out of her face while lowering her head in shame. She starts to try to speak but chokes as she begins to cry a little. “That day is burned into my brain like a-“

She stops in the middle of her sentence as her grief overwhelms her. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her closer to him. He kisses her forehead and cuddles her closer to him.

“Shh. That day is burned into my brain too.”

Two Years Earlier

Michelle moves to Vancouver to start her first year of college. The tuition is much more affordable if she has a place to stay off campus, so she moves in with Aruri. Their father makes sure Aruri is going to take care of his sister and focus less on his adult career.

Her Türkali Escort first day on campus, she meets a hot freshman who’s a legacy of the best fraternity at the school. They begin dating and hooking up here and there and because of Aruri’s lifestyle, he only offers Michelle advice about safety and responsibility. She says she hears him but continues through the relationship totally in love.

Then on April 4, 2013, while pledging to the legendary fraternity, Michelle’s boyfriend is given a daring challenge. He shows absolutely no hesitation in getting Michelle to give him a blowjob at a party. He tells her that the pictures he’s taking will stay between them, but that’s a speech he gives her while his future frat brothers are sneaking into the closet with a video camera.

Unknown to her, Michelle gets completely kinked out on camera for an entire frat house, which is downstairs watching the show live. For the finale, he makes her kneel down and positions her just right so the ‘camera crew’ can get the best shot. Right as Michelle strokes out the first stream of cum onto her face, the camera crew jumps from the closet for her close-up.

Michelle freaks and forgets about the cumming dick that’s in front of her face. As she tries covering herself, cum continues coating her skin wherever it can. She finally gets up and runs out, leaving her clothes behind. She runs downstairs completely naked and cum coated only to see a crowd of adoring fans. The crowd, in the living room, bursts into an applause, and she sees the live feed the boys were streaming.

Some of the other girls at the party, who were also freshmen, feel bad for her and offer their coats so she can cover herself as they escort her out. It doesn’t take long before she starts seeing posters, t-shirts, and DVDs of her embarrassment being sold by the fraternity. Even with several parents, students, faculty, and women’s rights organizations complaining about the incident, the school refuses to take any kind of action against the fraternity. So only a week after that day, Michelle drops out of college. Present Day

Aruri holds his sister until her crying softens, and she begins breathing somewhat normally. He lifts her head and wipes the tears off her face.

“Now stop crying. You have to cook dinner for yourself. I have an appointment tonight.”

She starts laughing softly as he smiles down at her. He gives her one more big hug and a kiss on the forehead before getting up to leave.

“How you keep getting jobs is beyond me,” she sniffles while switching from crying to laughing.

“Ha ha, I get jobs because I’m good at what I do,” he remarks before shutting her door.

He goes back to his room to get his gear together as she goes into the kitchen. She takes out a medium size sauce pan and some brown rice. As she turns on the water, her phone rings. She answers and puts the phone in between her shoulder and ear while putting water into the pan.

“Hello.”

“Chelle?” her friend’s voice screams.

“What girl? Damn.”

“I got a guy for you tonight. He’s perfect, I think.”

Michelle turns the water off and puts the pan on the stove and turns on the heat.

“What do you mean you think?”

“Well, I haven’t actually met him, but I’ve heard he’s amazing.”

Aruri comes down nearly dressed to get a couple of bottles of water out of the fridge. Michelle splashes some water on his pants as they bump into each other.

“Boy move, dumbass.”

“This is why I use to choke you when we were little.”

She is about to answer his threat when her friend yells in her ear.

“Stop messing with him and get ready to go out.”

Michelle puts the phone down on the counter and puts her finger up to her brother’s mouth to get him to stop talking.

“Rachel has a date for me tonight, so I’ll need to borrow some of your clothes,” she says to him before picking up the phone to tell her friend her answer. “Okay, I’ll go.”

“Why are-“

She grabs his lips to completely stop him from talking as she finishes her conversation with her friend. As she hangs up the phone, she takes her hand off of his lips.

“Ow. Why are you always borrowing my clothes to go on dates? Don’t you think it’s weird to wear men’s clothing on dates?”

“No. Now go pick out whatever you’re wearing so I pick out what I’m wearing.” She stops him from walking away and looks him up and down. “You look just like Dad when he was getting ready to go somewhere.”

“I know, right. And if you would wear your own ‘going-out’ clothes every once in a while you would look just like your mother.”

“She’s your mother too.”

“Step-mother. She’s my step-mother. My really hot step-mother.”

“What the fuck? That’s our mom!”

“That’s your mom. She’s my step-mom though, so I can think about her like that.”

“Oh my god…,” She tries splashing more water on him as he runs out of the kitchen. “Perv!” She yells as he gets to the stairs.

He goes back upstairs and continues Escort Türkali getting ready for his appointment. Right as he’s putting his shirt on, she comes into his room looking for some clothes she can wear. Walking into his room, she has nothing on except for a regular black bra and some white panties.

“I’m going to start loading my truck, don’t touch any of my nice stuff,” he orders her while walking out of the room.

She snickers at him while waiting for him to go downstairs. Once she hears the front door open, she immediately starts going through his more expensive clothes. She picks out one of his white silk shirts and a pair of black jeans before running back to her room before he catches her. While she’s upstairs putting on his clothes, he’s in the garage getting the massage gear ready.

He phone starts beeping and he stops to turn the alarm off. It’s only one hour until his appointment, and he has to call his client to make sure her friend is still on for later. He looks up the last number that called him and calls her back.

“Hello,” she answers.

“Hey, this is Aruri. I’m just calling to make sure your friend is still on for tonight.”

“Actually, she can’t wait. Is everything the way I ordered?”

He checks his appointment app and looks over all the details.

“I’m getting everything ready right now.”

“Great. She’ll see you soon.”

The client hangs up as he continues looking over the specified details. He opens the back of his truck and loads in the strahenz and a fully loaded katheasazis into the back. He then looks at the specified color and scent the client chose. He grabs the pink velvet nylu and nyla. Then he grabs the pink rose scented candles and jolaris.

As he finishes putting the massage equipment in his truck, Michelle comes into the garage dressed in some of his good clothes.

“Hey,” he yells.

Before he can get his hands on her, she darts to her car and gets in. She pulls off as he yells at from behind his truck. He goes back into the house to make himself his ‘before work’ meal. He has a very sex-focused diet, so a lot of protein and carbs for the extreme workouts he does throughout the day.

After he finishes his meal, he makes sure everything is turned off and locks up before going to the garage. He does one last check to make sure he has everything and then gets in his truck to head to his appointment.

He arrives at the apartment just a little before nine, the specified time for his appointment. He checks his appearance in the mirror before getting out to unload his equipment. He invented the Hudeylugiya massage and personally designed the equipment so that it could all be carried in one trip.

He makes his way up to the apartment with the katheasazis’s strap on one shoulder and his zalara on the other. He knocks on the door and a very attractive blonde answers the door.

“Hi. You are way cuter in person. Come in.” She steps aside and lets him in with his equipment. “She’s in the bathroom right now, but she’ll be out in a few moments. You can set up right here,” pointing to the center of the living room floor. She walks over to the bathroom door and knocks softly. “He’s here. I’m going to go get us something to drink, so I’ll be right back.”

She grabs her purse and keys before walking back towards the front door. “Remember she’s a little shy. I’ll be back in like two hours, okay. Good luck,” she whispers to him while opening the front door. “Good luck,” she yells to her friend as the faucet in the bathroom turns on. She closes the door just as the water turns off, and the bathroom door opens.

As Aruri turns to start setting up the bizeaiz and strahenz, Michelle comes out of the bathroom. She looks around the apartment and sees what she believes is a handsome young man setting up a contraption.

“What’s that?”

Aruri immediately recognizes his sister’s voice and turns around.

“Michelle?”

“Ew, Aruri.”

“What do you mean, ew?”

She walks over to him and slaps him on the shoulder.

“You’re the guy Rachel’s trying to hook me up with?”

“What do you mean, ew?”

She runs her hands through her hair while softly chuckling to herself.

“She hired you to fuck your own sister.”

“What do you mean, ew?”

“Boy focus,” she says while punching him in the chest. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“She chose not to tell me her real name, or the name of her friend I’m supposed to be servicing.”

She crosses her arms and continues to grin in disbelief. He looks around at the fully assembled strahenz and bizeaiz, and then back at her.

“So am I not getting paid?”

She looks at him with one of the strangest looks she’s every given him.

“No. No one is going to pay you to fuck you sister,” she yells at him.

“I wasn’t getting paid to fuck anyone. I was getting paid to give you a massage.”

“A massage?” She suddenly perks up and looks around at his massage gear. “Well if it’s just a massage, we can do Türkali Escort Bayan that.” She laughs while kind of jumping in place. “This will make up for all the crap you did to me when we were little. Oh yeah, you have to give me a massage.”

“You realize you’ll have to be naked?”

“So, I’ve seen you set this up before. I know I get a blanket to cover myself with so, stop stalling.”

“She also wanted me to ensure you had as many or-“

“Hey, stop talking and get to work.”

He continues setting up the massage table and puts the candles inside the ratrahsca before placing them around the bizeaiz. As he’s finishing up the massage table, she begins taking off her earrings and bracelets. She gets to her shoes as he begins putting on the jolaris.

Since they’re related and spent their childhoods together, they see nothing wrong with getting naked in front of each other. She’s just about to take her left shoe off but stops.

“Who’s paying you?”

“It is my understanding that she is.”

Michelle thinks it over and smiles at him.

“You know what? Why don’t you finish getting ready and when you’re done, you undress me.”

“I’m not undressing you. You’re a grown woman-“

“I am your client. You have to do what I say, how I say, and when I say; right?”

He sighs as she laughs at him while sitting on the couch to watch him continue undressing. Once his pants are down, she starts laughing at the incredibly tight, pink spandex shorts he’s wearing. It looks like he’s wearing a Speedo made out of an incredibly thin, yet reflectively pink material. As he turns toward her, she can see his erection pressed against his inner right thigh.

“Why are you hard right now?”

“I’m always hard when there are no children around. You know I stay hard unless there are children near me. No kids; hard dick.”

He kicks his pants on the chair with the rest of his clothes before turning back towards her. She stands up and waits for him to come over and remove her clothes. He walks over to her and starts with her shirt. She has the biggest grin on her face as he tries to quickly get her shirt off.

“Why the rush? I want to enjoy this moment,” she taunts.

He slows down when undoing the buttons while trying to avoid eye contact with her. Their breaths begin to intertwine as she forces him to look at her. As he gets to the last button and opens her shirt, her light skin kind of stands out with the shiny silk material being pulled off her.

Compared to his more cocoalate skin, she looks a lot lighter. Michelle is a mix of her black father and white mother, but she more resembles her mom. Most people think she’s white until they see her ass. He pulls the shirt off of her arms and throws it on the couch next to them.

She fixes her straight black hair while looking down at his heaving chest.

“Why are you breathing so hard?” she asks while putting her hands on his pecks.

He shakes his head while putting his hands on her incredible thin waist.

“This is going to be insanely awkward. There’s so much to this kind of massage that you don’t know about.”

“That I don’t care about,” she says looking up into his eyes. “You’re my big brother; I trust you.”

She continues rubbing and touching on his torso as he reaches around to unhook her bra. This is a moment that has always intrigued him about his sister. Most mixed girls develop a bi-racial body, but his sister’s body seems to be split into two separate parts. As her bra slides off her perky little tits, he is immediately drawn to her soft pink nipples.

He feels the sudden urge to lean down and take one of them in his mouth, but she interrupts his thoughts.

“I kind of hate my tits,” she says while trying to cover them up. “Everyone makes fun of me for being black with white girl nipples.”

He can tell she’s starting to remember back to that horrible event, so he slides his hands to her chest and squeezes under her breasts until she lets out a slight moan.

“As a guy who has a lot of sex, not your brother, but as a guy; there’s nothing wrong with a chick that has cute tits. In fact, there’s nothing better than a chick with cute tits.”

They laugh away the dark moment, and she puts her hands back on his body to let him continue undressing her. She runs her hands up and down his stomach to count his abs while humming. His hands move down to the belt holding up the jeans she’s wearing.

His eyes are drawn to her small waist, and he just can’t help himself to test something on her. He puts his hands back on her waist and sees if his fingertips touch if he wraps his hands around her.

“What are doing?”

“I didn’t know your waist line was small. My hands can touch.”

She moves his hands down to her pants and starts to use them to undo her belt. He takes over and pulls the belt out of the loops before throwing the belt on the couch with her shirt and bra. Her jeans start to fall down, but they get caught on the top of her ass.

She leans into him more and arches a little as he reaches back and pulls the jeans off her ass. He lifts the jeans off with his left hand while caressing her with his right. They both look back at her fat ass as the jeans drop to the floor. He then slides his thumbs under the sides of her panties and pushes them down on top of the jeans.

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This story is partly fiction, and the characters are over eighteen years of age. If you are offended by incest, or are under eighteen, you should read no more of this page. If, however, you believe that the mind is the greatest sex organ, and you support the First Amendment of our constitution, then read on. Perhaps in a few months, after it occurs, I will be able to recount another adventure with my sisters, M and J.

* * * * *

I had decided to take a few days off work to sort out things at the old family cabin on a creek in the Great Smoky Mountains, a few hours from my home in Atlanta. It was a great place to relax by myself and enjoy some much needed time away from the bustle of the city and the recent end of my marriage.

It was Wednesday afternoon when I arrived and I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the place which had been idle since the previous summer. By dark I had finished the chores, eaten a light meal, taken a long shower, and was ready to take it easy. Once I was ready to relax, it occurred to me I should have brought along some feminine companionship to assist the process.

When I finally settled back with my book that evening on the big day bed in front of the gas logs, the warmth of the fireplace slowly lulled me to sleep. As my head nodded, I heard a noise outside and suddenly became aware of a car turning out its lights in front of the cabin. When I heard foot steps on the porch and my younger sister’s voice calling me to open the door, I was surprised as I had thought she was home in the city with her live-in boyfriend.

At the door I could see she had been crying, and I smelled the odor of alcohol. She was only a little tipsy, and she seemed to brighten when she saw me. We had never been close, but always had affection for one another. We were only four years apart, but since she had graduated from college three years before, we had not seen much of one another. She was an attractive woman, but tonight looked tired and upset. When I got over my surprise, I scolded her for driving and drinking.

On my repeated inquiries about the reason for her unexpected arrival, she confessed she had caught George, her lover, with another woman. She had left their apartment without even her purse to come to the old family cabin to be alone. She said she was glad to find me there though, because she desperately wanted to talk to someone.

We had a glass of wine at the table in the kitchen and talked of all the things going on in our lives. Finally, she asked to borrow a robe so she could take a shower and get ready for bed. I heard her go into the bathroom and close the door, and I went back to the big day bed to read my book.

A short while later I heard the bathroom door open, and she came in the living room with two more glasses of wine and sat down next to me. She looked lost in my old terrycloth robe. As we sat there staring at the fire, we talked of the problems with relationships in our lives. She had trusted George, and was unhappy, but glad she had discovered his infidelity before they had married. She was a beautiful, educated young woman with long auburn hair and a luscious body, and I knew she would find another man with little problem. I also knew, but did not tell her that she was strong enough to live on her own.

Our conversation led around an entire range of subjects, from current movies to dirty jokes we had heard at work. We sipped the wine, laughing, and then crying, as the situation and conversation demanded. The warmth of the room and laid back mood contributed to our mutual mellowing out from the problems in our lives, and the world of anxiety outside seemed much further away.

She leaned back into the cushions on the daybed and stretched her bare legs out toward the heat from the fireplace. She wiggled her toes and sighed, contented now that she was feeling better from the wine and conversation.

I stretched out next to her and she reached across me to put her empty glass on the table. When she did, the robe fell open and her leg brushed mine as her arm balanced on my chest. I found myself looking at her right breast and she giggled and pulled the gaping collar of the robe closed. It was obvious she had nothing on underneath. She blushed and said to me, “It’s OK, you’ve seen it before.”

I nodded and told her that I had, but pointed out it was when she was seven or eight, and she sure had changed since then.

She turned over on her stomach and asked me to rub her back, stating it would help her relax before she went to bed. I could smell the scent of soap and the jasmine scented lotion she had used since we were children.

I leaned over her and placed my hand lightly on her neck and began to caress it with soft strokes. She rose up on her elbows and slipped the robe down slightly so I could knead her shoulders. I began to move my hands down along the smooth skin of her back, and pulled the robe off her arms, one at a time, and then I softly rubbed her spine down to her waist. She Turgutreis Escort lay down and put her arms out over her head and sighed, not stopping me as my palms worked along the middle of her back and down along the shapely curves at the top her buttocks. She asked me to hand her the glass she had placed on the table and, rising up to where just the ends of her breasts were flattened out on the bed, she took another sip, spilling some of the red liquid which ran down her throat onto her chest and then to the sheets.

I grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped her face and neck, and as I did she turned slightly to me, exposing her breast which was wet with the liquid.

I moved the napkin across her throat and down the front of her chest, her eyes watching me as I dabbed the wine from her perfect breasts. She was raised up on her elbows, and when my hand brushed her nipple I heard a sharp intake of breath. She then lay back down and I continued the massage, my mind shaken at the thoughts in my head.

Gently, I pushed the robe down to her knees and admired her firm white cheeks, watching her muscles tighten and then relax as I squeezed her flesh. She took a deep breath each time I tensed my fingers on her firm hips, and the sides of her breasts pushed out against the blanket where they were flattened under her. I ran one finger along the thin tan mark on her back from her bikini, and she shivered when I drew it back again. Looking at her, I thought it admirable there was no sign of fat on her lithe body, which was sculpted as well as any I had ever seen. My sister was a remarkably sensuous woman.

As I rubbed my palm along her buttocks and down the backs of her thighs, she sighed again and her legs parted ever so slightly. I removed the robe from her legs and she lay naked under my hands. I rubbed and caressed her from the shoulders to the ankles until she turned her head toward me, smiling, as she asked me if I wanted my back rubbed, too.

I told her I did, and lay down next to her on the bed, turning my head away from her so she would not be embarrassed by her nakedness. I reached across the bed and retrieved the robe for her, but she dropped it on the floor when I passed it to her over my shoulder.

She ran her hands under the bottom of my sweatshirt and pushed it upward to my head. I pulled it off and tossed it on the floor as she lightly began to stroke my back and neck, squeezing the muscles and causing me to sigh with pleasure. As she leaned over me I could feel the heat from one nipple as it grazed my back each time she moved her arms. I could feel my penis stiffen, and my tendons and muscles loosen as she massaged my back, her hands moving slowly to my waist.

As we lay there I could feel her breathing quicken, and she ran her hands under the elastic band of my sweat pants and slowly pushed them down over my buttocks. I lifted my weight from the bed as she pulled them off over my legs and tossed them on the floor by her robe. It felt strangely natural that we were both lying on the day bed, nude and rubbing one another’s bodies.

Moving her fingers along my buttocks, she stroked the cheeks and slid her palms along the insides of my thighs, parting my legs as she moved her hands up and down my legs. Each time she stretched out to reach my calves, I felt the lightness of her breasts as they moved over the tightened muscles of my buttocks. Finally, she leaned over me and with her lips close to my ear whispered, “Turn over now and let me rub your chest.”

I could have done nothing else as I slowly turned over on my back and looked at her, leaning on one elbow. Her long hair was down over her shoulders and I moved my eyes to her breasts, watching the hardness of her round, pink nipples as they stuck out at me. The well trimmed patch of silky hair in the vee of her legs barely hid the lips of her vagina, and completely nude, she was stunning.

She looked into my eyes as I lay on my back, and she very slowly moved her right hand to my chest and rubbed lightly in a circle, her fingers brushing my nipples and kneading the muscles. In an unhurried motion her hand moved to my stomach, inching toward my hairline and my stiffened cock. She moved her face to my navel and I could see her tongue dart into it, licking the flesh. I was aching from excitement as she turned her attention to my penis and looked at the moistness seeping from the eye. She moved her hair from in front of her and tossed it on her back, and with one eye on my face she stuck out her tongue and touched it to the tip of my prick, licking the fluid and drawing it into her mouth. I moaned and she licked it from the base to the top several times, finally pulling just the head of my seven inch prick into her mouth, her cheeks sinking in as she lightly sucked the fluid from the knob. Then, she lowered her head slowly and took the entire thing into her throat.

I felt as if I would explode, but sensing that she quickly moved her mouth from Escort Turgutreis my cock and smiled at me. “Not just yet, my beautiful, loving brother,” she said in a throaty voice.

Moving her face to me, she put her lips close to mine and kissed me deeply, her tongue this time working its magic on mine. I could taste her passion as she ran her tongue into my mouth. Her breasts pressed against my chest and her hand went again to my cock, stroking it up and down with two fingers as she crushed my lips to hers.

I pushed her over onto her back and she gasped as I pulled her right nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it and biting it gently with my teeth. I moved to the other nipple and did the same with it, discovering a new side to my beautiful sister.

From the center of her chest, I ran my tongue down to her navel, and beyond as she spread her legs to let me taste her musky, swelling cunt. The patch between her legs was soaked as I pushed my tongue into her vagina and sucked the wetness that ran out and over my face. She moaned in ecstasy as I lapped up her juices.

I rolled over on my back and pulled her on top of me and kissed her deeply as she wrapped her legs around me and guided my cock into her. She sat erect over me as I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down and impaled her deeply on my penis, watching as her breasts moved each time she rose up and down on me. She moved faster and faster and I pushed hard as my cock exploded deep inside her. She screamed as she came, then moaned as each successive spurt went inside her. She relaxed and moved off me, laying her face next to the matted hair around my shaft, which was wet with our juices. She began cleaning my prick with her tongue, drawing each wet mouthful back into her lips and milking my prick for more as it became soft. As it softened she pulled it back into her mouth and sucked so hard it left me with ecstatic pain.

We lay locked together for a few minutes, our sweating bodies merging as one as we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke a while later and the gas fireplace hissed as I watched her open one eye and look at me. I was at a loss for words, but she spoke before I could say anything.

“We could have been doing that for years, and we can keep doing it for years, if you want.”

The desire climbed again, and taking the initiative I turned in the opposite direction on the bed and placed my face next to her light brown patch. Rolling on my back, I pulled her onto me and spread her legs over my head, kissing the lips of her vagina and licking it with my tongue, the taste a strange mixture of our juices. As I felt my prick stiffen again, she pulled it into her mouth and gently moved it in and out with the same rhythm I used to push my hardened tongue into her. We lay like this for a time until I could feel the throbbing increase as my load reached the bursting point. As she moaned with the movement of my tongue, I shot another load of hot sperm into her, this time down her throat as she swallowed several times without gagging. Again, she sucked my cock until every drop was savored on her tongue and swallowed.

I felt so drained I could barely move, but she rolled me over on my stomach and began to knead my thighs with her hands as she pulled my legs apart until I was spreadeagle on the bed. Next, she moved behind me and began kissing my lower back. She moved down my crack and I could feel her tongue and lips exploring it. She put her arms around my waist and pulled me up slightly so she could reach my stiffening rod again with her hand. As I drew my knees up I could feel her lick my anus, and I was overwhelmed with lust as her tongue pushed into it. The sensation quickly brought my prick back to life as she alternately licked my ass and stuck her beautiful tongue into it.

My desire was at a new height as I put my hands behind her head and this time forced my dick back between her lips and pushed hard until I felt it touch the back of her throat. The bed was wet and our bodies soaked with sweat as I drove my member in and out of her lips, pulling her face against me by her hair as I fucked her mouth furiously. She moaned, and as her finger pushed deep inside me, I shot my third load into her throat, this time gagging her as I rammed my dick in as far as it would go. She was too exhausted to suck it more, but turned over on her back and panted as I used my fingers to move the white flecks of cum on her chin into her mouth. As she lay there panting, I rested my reddened prick across her mouth and milking it, let the remainder of the liquid moisten her sore lips.

We fell into a deep sleep, and I woke only once to see her nuzzling my soft penis which she held close to her lips.

I awoke again as the dawn broke, and when I looked I saw her in the kitchen, wearing my robe again and pouring coffee. I went into the bath room, and returned again to the living room, pulling off the covers to change the damp linens. When I finished, Turgutreis Escort Bayan I got back in bed and pulled the covers over my naked body to fight the chill of the morning.

Jane brought the coffee and toast in on a tray and sat on the bed, the light breakfast between us. Her hair was combed and she looked better than when she had appeared at the door the previous evening. She needed no makeup to enhance her appearance, and I looked at her, not believing my experience the night before with this sexy woman I now knew in a different way.

She sensed my loss for words, and sipped her coffee as she spread honey on the warm toast. Looking at me with her big eyes, she said, “Don’t try to explain last night. We needed each other, and what are siblings for if not for comfort?”

I could only nod as I drank my coffee and ate the toast she had prepared. I was surprised, but felt no guilt at all. I thought to myself that George was even stupider than I had ever suspected, to lose a woman such as Jane to a passing affair.

Jane had majored in literature in college, and was herself a talented writer with deep insights into many things. She had not showed such talents when she was young, but as she grew older her keen intellect had slowly surfaced.

As we sat on the bed, enjoying the early morning and the newly found feelings we were experiencing, she began to talk of her libido and the things it drove her to explore. As I listened to her thoughts, she astounded me when she spoke of her only lesbian partner, our older sister, Mary.

My jaw dropped when she told me how she had seduced our thirty-five year old, single sister during a visit to Florida the year before. She had not intended to do so, but had involved herself with Mary as they slept together on a double bed in a rented motel room at the Atlantic coast after a night out on the town.

Mary was a serious woman who worked as a nurse in a large hospital. She had an excellent sense of humor when the mood struck her, but rarely showed it, and then only to intimate friends. The two things the women shared were the same stunning looks, and auburn hair which hung to the middle of their backs. If not for the age difference they would have been mistaken for twins.

On the night of their first sexual encounter, Jane said they had fought off the advances of several younger, drunken college students in a lounge as they sipped wine and ate dinner by candlelight. Later, they had sat on the beach and watched the water darken in the Atlantic as the sun dipped down behind them.

The small room they returned to was on the ocean side of the motel on the second floor, and they had turned off the air conditioner to let the warm sea breezes from the open sliding glass door caress their bodies as they went to sleep on the one double bed provided. As they lay on the bed together in just their bras and panties, they spoke of how their closeness was a fortunate thing between sisters who were mature. and, just as my experience with Jane had developed, theirs had come about with Mary’s offer of a back rub.

Jane said she had turned over on her front and was watching the stars out the window, when Mary began kneading her shoulders with the expertise of a professional nurse. Jane had been lulled by Mary’s soft hands, and they whispered to each other as our older sister stroked her back, and then unhooked her bra and rubbed soothing lotion onto her slightly burned shoulders.

When Mary finished with her massage, Jane returned the favor in kind, rubbing Mary’s back and smoothing the lotion into the soft flesh of her back and shoulders. Jane had marveled at our sister’s beauty and the loveliness of her perfect breasts. When Jane slipped Mary’s thin, lace bra off her, she felt excited as her fingers pressed on Mary’s back and along the side of the breasts which were mirror images of her own. When she finished caressing Mary’s back, Jane stretched out on her belly with Mary at her side, one arm resting lightly on Mary’s back.

As they talked, Jane turned onto her side to face Mary and their nipples accidentally touched, sending an electric shock up Jane’s spine and causing an unexpected tingle in her loins. She explained to me that she was overcome with an irresistible urge to take Mary in her arms. Mary’s soft beauty aroused sexual stirrings in Jane’s loins and her heart suddenly beat with a new, strangely romantic kind of love for her sensual sister. They were close enough to look into one another’s eyes as she placed her hand on the back of Mary’s neck and drew their mouths gently together in a sisterly kiss which surprised them both as it turned passionate.

As their tongues explored each other’s mouths, Jane said her hand moved to Mary’s breast as if the fingers and palm had minds of their own. She kneaded the nipple in her fingers and felt it harden to her touch.

Mary had pulled back from her and shuddered slightly, but did not move Jane’s hand from her breast. In the dim light, Mary looked at the hand on her firm bosom, and then back into Jane’s eyes. Jane then moved down to Mary’s left breast and suckled the nipple between her lips as Mary leaned back and softly began to moan. Their passions warmed, and Jane took Mary’s other breast in her mouth and alternately licked and sucked gently on that nipple.

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For the next week, everything was pretty busy. My sister was busy making plaster body parts from all the molds that we had made. I was busy with a biology test, and mother had bought a new hook and latch kit to make a rug with. The nice part about it was that there were no weird feeling between me and my sister. We only saw each other at dinner and sometimes breakfast, but there always seemed to be this “we share a secret” sort of closeness. I doubt that mom picked up on it. She was so busy staying busy.

Like I said, I was so busy with my Bio test that the time was flying by. By the time that Friday rolled around and the test was over, I was completely wiped out. I came home that afternoon, dropped my backpack by the door and went straight to my room. There was no way that I was going to pick up a text book this weekend. My brain was spent and I needed to take some time off. It would be great to spend the whole weekend playing computer games and hanging out. Hmm, it might also be nice to do some art work…I wonder if I could convince my sister to do anything…Just then there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

It was my mother and she was wearing a pink pastel jumper. It had to be Friday.

“Am I bothering you?”

“Not at all, come in.”

“So, how did your test go?”

“It went OK. I figure we’re graded on a curve, so as long as it was just as hard for everyone else, I’ll be OK. I got at least a B.”

“Glad to hear it.” She kept looking at me with something just on the edge of her tongue. She wanted to say it, but it was hanging up in her head. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Uh oh, what did I do?”

“Oh, it’s nothing like that. I just wanted you to know that I have been giving a lot of thought to our conversation last week.”

“About?”

“You and your sister’s relationship.” I expected any moment for her to tell me how it was wrong and how we need to stay away from that sort of thing. She took a deep breath and continued. “I have to say, at first I thought that what you said was wrong. I didn’t agree with what you were sharing with your sister. Having thought about it a lot more, I think that I just felt a little left out. You two are sharing so much with each other now and I want to be part of it too. Just tell me what I need to do.”

“Well, to start with, when I tell you that you have nice breasts, you don’t have to get mad. It’s just a compliment, and that’s all.”

“OK, thank you, but I really don’t see what you like about them.”

“What’s not to like about them. They are grand to say the least. I love the way your nipples stick out. I love the size of your areola, and the color. Their size is perfect, and I think that if sis is in luck, later in life hers will look like yours.” I eyed them as if I were a critic in an art house. “

My mother started to blush, but I had a feeling she liked it. She looked me in the eye and said, “So if I let you look at them, would that be part of our new understanding?”

“It would. You should feel comfortable with me appreciating your breasts.”

She unzipped her top and peeled it away revealing her magnificent mounds.

“They Tozkoparan Escort are beautiful mom. The best I have ever seen.”

“Thank you.” She sighed deeply as if a weight had been taken off her shoulders. “It’s very nice to hear that from time to time.” She paused and then spoke again. “So, you saw your sister’s breasts and she made you cum? Did you do anything else?”

I felt a little guilty telling her this, but I thought she was ready to hear it. “I saw her vagina too.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was great. I don’t remember a nicer one.”

“Have you ever seen mine?”

“No, mom, I haven’t.”

“I’d like to know what you think about it. If I show it to you, will you tell me?”

“Of course. I would be very happy to look at your clit and perhaps even lick if for you.”

“That might be a bit too far. My pussy does need to be licked. But for now, I think I will take care of that myself.”

“Wait a minute, you can’t lick your own pussy…”

“I meant fingering myself.”

“Would you feel comfortable doing that in front of me? I would like to see it, and I never have before.”

“I think that if you were to start stroking that massive man pole that you have now, I would feel all right joining in.

I pulled out my cock and started rubbing it looking at her massive tits. “So, you feel all right rubbing your clit in front of me, but you won’t let me lick it?”

She shoved her hand down her shorts. “I won’t let you lick it yet. Maybe after I get used to our new understanding, I will loosen up a bit. Did you do that with your sister, did you lick her clit?”

I evaded the question. “Can I at least watch you finger yourself?”

As I watched her, I could tell that she was pulling back a bit, starting to lose her momentum.

“Look mom, if you want to do this, you can’t fear change. If you want to do this, maybe it would help to talk through it a bit.”

“OK, what do I talk about?”

“Tell me what you are feeling?”

“Well, I really like the way that you look at my tits…oohhhh…” a wave of pleasure passed through her. “I want to let you lick my pussy, but I feel a little weird like I’m a bad mother or something.”

“Let me help you with that. Were you a woman before you were a mother?”

“Yes”

“Then you are a woman first. That means that you have to satisfy your pussy before you worry about the rules that were written by other people. You need to follow what feels good. If the thought of having your pussy licked makes you excited, then you need to let it happen.”

“I’m trying to let this happen, but I don’t want to have all these regrets later.”“You are too worried about what is going to happen later. The truth is that if you don’t do this now, you are going to be wondering later if you should have, and if you do let it happen you are going to wonder if you should have let it happen. Wouldn’t it be nice to enjoy having your pussy licked now and then wonder later if it was right or not?”

“Ohhh….Ohhhh….Just say that you want to lick my pussy again… Pl-l-l-l-lease”

I could tell that she was close to Escort Tozkoparan climaxing. “Show me your pussy. Let me see you finger it and then I’ll tell you. As quick as she could with one hand, she removed her jumpsuit and panties and even angled toward me so that I could see better.

“Wow mom. That is a nice pussy. I have to say. If there were a nicer pussy, I would lick it without question, but since you won’t let me… Lick…Your…Pussy…I guess I’ll have to just sit here and stroke my cock while you rub your clit without me. Just remember that I offered to suck your clit so hard….”

“Ooh God…Ohhh, I love your cock so much… please….Oh…..fuck…”

She started to climax. Her hand struck out and latched on to my hand with her thumb touching my cock. Eyes lock on to mine. In that moment I knew that the next time she came we would be together.

She came for what seemed like quite a long time while I watched her and stroked my cock. “OK, mom, now if you want to catch up on all that’s been happening, I think that you are going to have to hold my cock while I cum.”

She exhaled twice heavily and then she did what I wanted all along and bent over and wrapped her lips around my cock. She applied suction and started to devour my cock bit by bit. She slid her lips up and down the shaft of my cock, the whole time making soft slurping noises. Every now and then she would let out a little whine or moan letting me know that she was enjoying what she was doing for me. Before too long, I was blowing boiling hot loads into her mouth and she was moaning and working harder than ever to keep it all in her mouth. When it was all over, she pulled back and licked her lips.

“I hope that your sister didn’t do that for you.”

“She didn’t. In fact, that was much better than what she did for me.”

“You taste great.” Her whole manner had changed. She wasn’t looking like a docile housewife anymore. She had a look of sexual satisfaction in her eyes. There was also a look of pride. “Did that meet our new agreement?”

“Mom, that was exactly the kind of thing our agreement was meant to bring. I don’t know about you, but for me that was fantastic.”

“Good, I haven’t done that in a long time. I hope that it was up to par.”

“I have no complaints. But, however, if you ever want to practice, I’m always here to help mom.”

“How nice of you.” She beamed with half sarcasm. “Soon, I’ll even let you return the favor.”

“You mean let me bury my tongue inside you?”

“Anything you want to do, I just might let you.”

We sat there and said nothing for a while. There was an air of contentment and we both felt that we didn’t need to spoil it with chatter. I put my pecker back in and kissed her on the head on the way out of the room.

***

That night I spent sitting awake in bed trying to imagine if things could be any better. There wasn’t much that I could come up with. Things were going so well for me that I didn’t want to think that there was anything that could be improved.

I came down for breakfast and saw that my sister was already sitting at the table with a full plate Tozkoparan Escort Bayan in front of her. She was still wearing her usual night attire and seemed to be totally immersed in her food.

“Hey Sis.” I said as I walked up to the table.

“Yeah, hey.” She responded.

“Hi honey. Sleep well? I know I did.” My mother entered breaking the awkward moment.

“Yeah, I slept very well, thanks.”

“Good, it’s time that you had a good breakfast.”

I pulled the chair under me and looked at the mountain of food that my sister had on her plate. My mother must have spent quite some time getting all this food together. The plate that was slid under my nose was just as full if not more. There was no way that I was going to be able to eat all this.

“What time did you get up to make all this Mom?”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. I woke up when I wanted to and felt a rush of energy. It only seemed right to spend it on my children.”

“In that case, thanks.” I dug into the feast on my plate. My hunger was such that I wasn’t paying attention to anything else. I was moving the food into my mouth so fast that I even dropped my fork. It slid under the table and I bent down to get it. As it was laying right next to my mothers foot, I moved under the table to get it. As I looked up to see if I was going to hit my mother’s knee with my head, she moved her legs apart and gave me a straight shot looking at her pussy. I looked up through the glass top of the table and saw that she was looking at me with an approving and content look in her eye.

I was broken from my stair by my sister’s voice, “What are you doing? Let him finish eating. At this rate he’s never going to come up.” That’s when I noticed that she had spread her legs too and I could see her shaven mound as well.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” My mother responded with false shock. “I’m sure that he will have plenty to eat.” They both snickered.

I grabbed the fork which I had dropped again during all this and sat back up in my chair. “Very funny ladies. I don’t think that you understand how hard it is to be the only real man in this house.

“I think we could both see how hard it is if you would open the flap on your boxers.” They snickered again, but I did as they asked and let my cock stick out of the opening.

“Mom says that she let you cum in her mouth last night. Is that true?”

“Let him cum? I made him come!” My mother threw in.

“Yeah.”

“Well, that means that there is nothing she can say if I want to do it too.”

My mother chimed in, “now hold on missy. It’s one thing for me to do it. I’m a little bit older and I…”

“Don’t try that crap with me. There is no difference and you know it. In fact, if you want to know what I think, I think that you are jealous. I think that you just don’t want to share.”

“That’s absurd. Besides, I don’t think that you could compete with me. I have much more experience.”

“All right, why don’t we just ask him.”

“You know I’m right here, right? I don’t like this talking like I’m not even here.”

“Well, then answer the question.” My sister pressed. “Who would you rather get a blow job from?”

“Please don’t ask me to make a decision. I don’t want to be argued over like some piece of meat. And I don’t want to answer a question that, no matter how I answer, would make one of you feel bad. It just isn’t necessary.”

“Quit stalling.”

To be continued…

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Dominant Sister

At 22 years of age Katherine Jenson was happy with her body. She knew her best asset was her big 34 double E cup tits, being only five feet one inch tall 108 pounds & measuring a curvy 40-23-34 had the effect of making her breasts look even bigger. The only thing she would change about her appearance was that she wished she was prettier or maybe a touch taller, Kathy was not unattractive & you certainly wouldn’t call her ugly, she didn’t have any problem attracting bed partners. Her long slightly wavy red hair was always hanging down her back in a ponytail, Kathy had enjoyed a very full sex life, but she had never felt the need to have a permanent boyfriend as such. She was far to busy playing the field to be tied down to just one regular sexual partner. That was until their father died in Kathy’s final year of collage.

Her mother decided to sell up & move herself & her little brother Luke back to her home town & Katherine decided she’d move with her for a year or two until her Mother got settled in.. Money was no problem because her father had a 15 million dollar insurance policy that paid out to Kathy’s mother without questions. After enjoying the abundant nightlife Kathy didn’t really want to move to a small town but her Mother paid all her bills & wasn’t that bad to live with. Mother told her about the job offer from her friend Sally’s employer as a top level programer, what changed her mind though was the promised salary a healthy six figures with bonuses.

Kathy had made a conscious decision that she would turn over a new leaf in her new home town besides from what her mum had told them it was fairly small, the major employer was the computer company that Sally worked for. She had given up being a slut & she dearly missed all the football crowd fucking her, forcing her to suck them off, what she liked the most though was when her friend Jade was forced to service her while the boys gave it to her doggie style. The feeling of power sent shivers up Kathy’s spine every time. The football team had given them the nicknames of Big Tits & Fuck Slut, on her last night before her family moved from the big smoke her & Jade gave the team a lesbian show with her best friend Jade taking a vibrator in her ass while Kathy fucked her with a strap-on all the guys spunked all over Jade before Kathy stopped & told the foot-ballers.

“Jade’s sister Helen will be replacing me as the team whore.”

The small town they’d moved to had a population of just under 35000 there wasn’t that many available men for her not that it stopped her anyway, there’s the women as well. She didn’t mind though because with her assets & the way she dressed she had just about every man in town watching her where ever she went & she loved it, after a month Kathy was going steady with the local post master’s son Gavin (only because he drove a nice car) he had tried & tried to get Kathy to have sex with him. Kathy had only consented to giving him a hand job & she let him play with her big boobs mostly she liked the way he would suck on her stiff nipples for what seemed like ages. Before she lost control & came to a thundering orgasm Kathy would push Gavin away saying no Gavin I’m not like that I want to be a virgin when I get married. Gavin’s shoulders would slump he’d give in grumble & drive her home, but little did he know, his girlfriend was getting it on with her neighbor Kathy’s pussy was always drenched when she rejected him the feeling of the control she had over poor Gavin thrilled her immensely Kathy would sit there with her legs crossed as Gavin drove her home hoping that he would not hit too many potholes on the way.

Tonight Gavin had broken it off with her saying that she didn’t put out & then dropped her off at the end of her street. As Kathy walked towards home she was mad as hell at Gavin how dare that fucking bastard say that, if he only new what Jenny & I use to get up to or just how big of a slut I was back in the city. Hell it would make his hair go white & fall out finding out that ice cold Kathy, as he had called her, was in fact the football team’s Cumslut whore. Thoughts of Jade came to her she was licking her sister’s pussy while taking a monster dildo up her ass, Kathy’s pussy started to get moist she quickened her pace wanting to get home so she could dig out her favorite vibrating dildo, she hoped Luke had gone out too so she could have some fun with the big black 9 inch dildo that Jade & Helen had given her as a going away present.

Walking in the front door Kathy could hear the unmistakable sound of someone enjoying a head-job you, know slerp, slerp, squelch, suck. Kathy’s heart sank her little Brother was home she’d have to be quite in her room. “I wonder what little whore’s sucking him off she thought, probably that little bitch Lisa from down the road. Just as long as it isn’t my Jenny.

Kathy wasn’t ready for what she saw, her 19 year old younger brother Luke was obviously drunk sitting on the floor wearing nothing but a T-shirt & his new friend John had his Topselvi Escort head buried in her little brother’s crotch Luke was moaning loudly as John sucked on his ridged pole. John was a couple of years older than Luke & she didn’t like her younger brother hanging around with him & now she finds Lukey baby in their mothers sitting room having his cock sucked. Kathy was furious but strangely turned on as well, she decided to stay hidden in the entry & see just how far her fag of a little Brother would go. She was well hidden in the dark but could clearly see all the juicy action in the sitting room. John had swung his legs around to allow Luke’s right hand to find his fly.

“Not the first time he’s done that I’ll bet,” Kathy whispered to herself.

Lukey deftly unzipped John’s jeans & tried to fish out his cock, but only managed to free about half of its length, John’s back was to her so Kathy couldn’t see his cock this wasn’t the first time she’d seen two guys go at it having one of them be her little Brother strangely seemed to turn her on even more, yum nice she thought as she absentmindedly started to toy with her rapidly hardening nipples through the flimsy halter-top. John’s tool was semi hard & as he gobbled his best friend’s thick tool, slowly Lukey ran his fist along John’s dick. Kathy felt her pussy start to moisten she wondered how it would feel to have Luke’s prick buried deep inside her wet twat while John fucked her tight anus. The thoughts of incest sent bolts of lightning form her taught nipple down to her equally hard clitoris.

John lifted his head from friend’s cock slowly pumped his fist along Lukey baby’s hard cock looking up he smiled.

“Tell me how you like my style Lukey baby.”

Before returning to his mates cock Luke started to encourage John.

“That’s it my lovely big cocksucker you know I adore the way you deepthroat me, I can’t wait to taste yours again big Johnny, now tickle my nuts you fucking horny cocksucker Lukey’s nearly ready to come for you.”

“Oh yes please Lukey baby cum in my mouth I want to taste your creamy jism slide down my throat, or do you want to do it on your Johnny cock suckers face so that Lukey baby Cumslut can lick it off?”

Kathy couldn’t believe her little Brother & his friend were talking like this if his Mother heard them they’d be in for it that’s for sure, she’d have a heart attract if she caught them at it. Did she hear him right, did Johnny say on his face & yours again? So this isn’t the first time it has happened then. This made Kathy’s cunt even hotter & when her brother said “here it comes cocksucker Johnny drink it you sissy little cum whore. John’s mouth clamped down on Luke’s shiny knob & milked his friends heavy nuts not spilling a single drop. Kathy came without even touching her pussy that hadn’t happened for such a long time her nipples stood out like twin erasers straining against her loose halter-top & she could feel her wetness seeping from the elastic leg of her G-string. Kathy absentmindedly reached under her skirt slid her fingers along her inner thigh scooping up her sticky nectar bringing them to her lips she greedily sucked & licked them clean.

Looking up at Luke, John smiled.

“Now it’s your turn Lukey baby my sexy cocksucker Bitch.”

They swapped positions Kathy’s eyes were glued to her younger brother’s friend’s crotch she was going to see his prick for the first time. Strangely she felt herself wanting John to show his cock when he pushed his jeans to his ankles Kathy almost gasped out loudly. John’s cock lay against his thigh & although now only half hard it was still over nine inches long. Her pussy got wetter as she thought about how she would love to have that huge fuckstick to play with.

“Now that’s nice she said to herself that could really scratch my itch.”

Kathy noticed that as her little brother started to suck on his mates cock he slowly stroked his own, smallish cock. Luke had the type of dick that when he was soft he measured under two inches & if it got cold then he shrank too under one inch, but when he was erect his circumcised tool was just short of seven inches & on the thin side. Luke slowly licked his way from John’s heavy nut sack all over & around the shaft until he reached the head that he greedily sucked into his mouth, which made both of them moan even louder. Kathy couldn’t help herself she slid her right palm over her G-string & pulled it to one side allowing her other hand to freely stroke her soaking gash. Kathy stabbed three fingers into her greedy pussy her nipples were throbbing with excitement as she continued to spy on her younger brother licking & sucking his friends 11 inch rod. It was obvious from Luke’s actions that this definitely wasn’t the first time that he’d sucked Johnny’s big tool. Lukey baby’s reddish blonde hair bounced as his head bobbed up & down. Kathy felt pride in her younger sibling as she saw his nose being tickled by John’s pubic hair.

“Hang on cocksucker Escort Topselvi I’m gonna fuck that throat of yours, so get into position over here Lukey baby you fucking Cumslut.”

Kathy was shocked at first but it soon turned to excitement, she thought that the little turd deserved everything that happened. Luke knew that their mother didn’t like him drinking, Luke hadn’t said a word he just swung his legs underneath himself stood up walked to the coffee table & settled onto the large wooden table. As John positioned himself so his knees were just about touching Luke’s shoulders, her little brother looked up at John as he guided his long cock towards Luke’s open mouth. Kathy was elated that they had changed positions & were now side on to her so she could clearly watch. Kathy smiled as she saw her brother grasp Johns hard cock one fist around the shaft other went straight to Johnny’s hairy balls.

Definitley done that before hasn’t he Kathy thought as she continued to watch. Lukey’s fingers just met as he grasped the fleshy base of John’s thick tool. Lukey started licking & what can only be described as slobbering over his friends dick. Once he was satisfied jhon’s cock was sufficiently coated with saliva Luke sucked several inches of John’s twitching prick in to his mouth. John knocked his hand away & grasped a handful of Luke’s hair & said.

“Okay my little Cocksucker I know you fucking want it. So come on & suck my fuckstick Lukey dick licker Cockpig Cumslut.”

He shoved his rock hard tool at Luke’s mouth roughly forcing his thick rod into Lukey baby’s throat, Kathy was just about to save her little brother but she saw that he was trying his hardest to get John’s cock into his willing gullet.

“The little cocksucking slut loves this, so my little brother Lukey is a kinky fucker just like his sister was at that age. I wonder if it’s the virus or just him?” she thought. Kathy bit down on her lower lip as another amazing orgasm washed over her she steadied herself against the wall stifling her moans & slowly formulated her plan while absentmindedly licking the fingers that had just bought her to a wonderful climax. She fished in her hand bag for her cell phone pulling it out she set it for video capture. For the next few minutes Kathy waited for just the right moment her phone could only save two minutes of video. As Kathy waited she scooped one of her big double E tits out of her halter top & twisted the nipple between her thumb & forefinger exciting her even more, she found herself wondering what John’s cock tasted like.

“Get ready Cocksucker your gonna that stuff you love so much Cumslut your gonna get Johnny’s jism, Lukey baby you fucking god damn Cockslut Whore.”

This was what Kathy was waiting for she switched the video on just as John pulled Luke’s nipples & forced his cock deeper into Luke’s throat.

“That’s it cocksucker deepthroat my fat prick you fucking Cockslut, Aggh, Oh fuck, Aggh fuck yessssss. Lukey Cumslut you’re the best cocksucking whore, now drink my come Lukey Cumslut.”

John withdrew his prick just enough so he could grip its base. Kathy knew that he was trying to stop himself from coming & pride swelled up in her again as she watched Luke’s cheeks sucking in as he hoovered John’s thick tool trying to suck his orgasm from him. What she couldn’t see was her Brother’s tongue as he flicked it across Johnny’s fat purple knob trying to force it’s way into the eye as Lukey greedily licked the pre-cum oozeing from his friends fat dick.

“Here it is Lukey baby.”

John pulled his fat cock from Luke’s sucking mouth with a loud schlepping sound then with a few quick strokes his cock erupted spurting the first thick white rope of come straight into Luke’s waiting mouth the second & third sticky strands splattered against Luke’s chin & across his nose. Luke’s tongue snaked out to lick John’s blood engorged helmet catching the next rope of white jism that he greedily lapped up the last sticky rope then splattered against his chest. Before John’s cock shot another sticky glob Luke swallowed.

“Yum.”

Luke took John’s prick back into his mouth & started to suck again milking the last few drops from his cock.

Kathy was so transfixed that she hadn’t noticed when the video stopped she didn’t need the whole show just the first few seconds should be plenty to blackmail Luke just in case her special computer virus didn’t lead to his kinky behavior.

“Besides all I want to do is allow him to discover his erotic kinky side without the torment & hang ups I had to deal with. If my plan works then what took me five years to discover he’ll learn in under six months.”

She thought to herself happily. Kathy adjusted her clothing & quietly slipped out the front door, she walked up the driveway she thought that this is going to be easy. Kathy having decided on her course of action turned back towards the house & stomped up the steps trying to make as much noise as possible she rattled Topselvi Escort Bayan her keys making out that they were stuck in the door to give them a little more time. Pushing it open she called out “hi is anyone home”? Kathy heard rustling of clothes when Kathy walked into the sitting room both the boys were sitting watching TV a few empty beer bottles were on the coffee table. When Kathy saw the bottles she said.

“Mum’s not going to be happy with you if she finds out you’ve been drinking little brother.” “Fuck you bitch. What’s the matter Sis didn’t you get any cock tonight.”

Luke spat back.

“Don’t you talk to me like that mister or you’ll regret it little Brother.”

“Why what are you going to do about it bitch.”

Luke taunted his older sister. Kathy turned to John.

“I think that it’s time for you to go, or do you want me to ring your parents & tell them what you have been doing tonight?”

Yeah I’ll tell them you had oral sex with my brother & that he deep throated you until you shot your load all over him, you both loved it to Kathy thought to herself.

“I’ll catch you later dude” John said as he slinked towards the front door.

“How fucking dare you tell one of my friends to leave, you’re a fucking bitch.”

Luke yelled at his sister. Even though he was almost 20 years old Luke was small enough to be a jockey like his father & was only four foot eleven, 125 lb. He stood a touch shorter than his older sister & didn’t take shit from anyone so he wasn’t about to let his older Sister push him around since she’s only five foot one inches & 108 lb. he thought that she couldn’t make him do a thing.

“Did you enjoy sucking Johnny’s big dick Lukey baby.”

Her question nearly floored him, Luke felt his face blush crimson red he murmured.

“What did you say Kath?”

“You heard me Lukey.”

With a horrified look he started pleading with his sister asking her not to tell anyone telling her that it was the first & last time it would happen. Kathy hadn’t said anything she just looked down at Luke & thought. He caved in so easily as I suspected he’s just a little submissive slut just like I used to be it must run in the family this is going to be a whole lot easier than I first thought.

“Now that’s not what I asked is it? Lukey baby, I asked you if you liked sucking your mates thick cock?”

He didn’t want his Sister to see how embarrassed he was so looking at the floor Lukey baby whispered a reply.

“Yes Kathy.”

“Cocksucker I can’t hear you, Cumslut Lukey baby.”

Luke’s eyes shot up to his sisters smiling face when he heard John’s pet name for him. “That’s right Cumslut I saw everything earlier I even taped you drinking John’s come on my phone & before you think you can just erase it, I’ve sent it to my work e-mail so ha.”

“Now answer my question nice & loud so I can hear you.”

“Yes, Kathy I liked sucking on John’s thick cock.”

Luke replied quickly, was one of his fantasies going to come true he loved it when he & John got drunk cause John would dominate him & eventually forces Luke to perform oral sex then return the favor, but a woman dominatrix was a whole new thing & his gorgeous big tited Sister to boot, Luke had been jacking off to fantasies of his sister for the past two years & lately his Mother & Kath’s friend Jenny Kavanagh had started to work her way into his fantasy world as well. Wow how fucking lucky can I be he thought to him self Kathy looked down at her brother as he relaxed on the lounge wearing only a T-shirt & cutoff jeans she could see a sizable lump starting to grow in the groin area. Kathy’s stiff teats were clearly visible through the thin white cotton of her halter top, Luke’s eyes were glued to his Sister’s boobs swaying above him. Kathy was reveling in the feeling of power over her little brother she was experiencing the thrill of a new conquest & that caused her pussy to begin tingling & the throbbing of her clitty gave her the courage to go through with the next phase of her plan since Lukey baby was showing nearly all of the tell tale signs that he would enjoy being a submissive from the way he was ogling his older Sister’s heaving melons it was clear that he found her sexually attractive.

“Don’t lie to me Lukey cocksucker you don’t want to get me angry, I saw how much you were enjoying John’s thick rod tickling your tonsils earlier.

Luke simply nodded his head not looking at his sister he didn’t trust himself, he knew that he would smile when she asked him about cocks.

“Now tell me Lukey baby who else’s cock have you had in your cock sucking mouth you little Cockslut?”

“Only John’s, Sis we do it every Saturday night when you go out & Mum’s usually out with Sally.”

Kathy placed her hands on her hips causing her big tities to jut out as she looked down over her stiff nipples towards Luke’s crotch she noticed the now considerable bulge. Thus encouraged she went for it, it was now or never. If she was going to have her own live in slave who could be better than one’s own little brother, Kathy had spent her collage years in an all lesbian dorm & your freshman year was spent as a submissive. The seniors would have parties where their slaves would be ordered to out do one another or at least try to.

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My sister Chris was shocked at the news that our older sister, Carol was coming to visit.

“Shit,” Chris said. “How long will she be here?”

I kind of gave a little shrug. “She said two weeks.”

This was going to ruin everything. Chris and I had just about settled into our brother/sister relationship. Things were going so well for both of us and now everything would have to be put on hold.

Carol had always been the thorn in our sides. She’d always been the one to tattle on us, to spy on us and to generally make our lives miserable. Looks like nothing had changed.

Chris laid back down on the bed. She was still soaking wet from our wild sex romp.

“So, when is she coming?”

I hesitated for a second. “She’ll be here the day after tomorrow.”

Chris stood back up. “Well then we’d better get things in order. Lock the closet!”

When Carol walked through the gate into the baggage area we spotted her right off. It was easy. She’s five feet ten inches tall, full breasted with raven black hair that hangs halfway down her back. It’s hard to miss a woman like that. We tried to look excited by running over to her.

“Hey guys,” Carol said. She hugged us into a three way huddle. “It so good to see you both.” The way she was standing she couldn’t see Chris raise her eyebrows.

We got Carol’s bags loaded into the car and headed for home.

“So, what have you guys been up to?”

The truth would been to tell her we’d been having wild sex for the past few days, but the truth won’t always set you free. I opted for a lie.

“Oh, not much,” I said. “Mostly working around the house and enjoying retirement.”

Carol nodded knowingly.

“How about you, Chris?”

Chris was in the back seat. I could see her reflection in the mirror. She stuck her tongue in her cheek and made like she was giving a blowjob.

“Oh, about the same. Just going day by day and trying to keep the house clean. You know.”

Carol got settled into my room. She put her cloths in the dresser except for her dresses.

“Hey John. Why is the closet locked?”

I was in the living room with Chris. Chris shook her head. “Here we go.”

The floor is busted through in there and it’s unsafe so I put a lock on it until I can get a carpenter out here. Chris was shaking her head slowly at my lame excuse, but Carol seemed to buy it.

“Oh, okay. Chris do you have any room in your closet for a couple of dresses?”

Carol had gone for a nap after hanging her dresses in Chris’ closet. She didn’t come back out of the bedroom until nearly supper time. By then Chris had the whole meal ready to hit the table.

Carol was very complimentary of the food and helped Topkapı Escort Chris clean up afterward. Once the kitchen was back in order we all headed to the living room for after dinner drinks. The girls mixed rum and cokes while I went straight for the whiskey.

“So, ” Carol began once we were all seated comfortably on the sofa and chairs. “What do you guys do in the evenings for entertainment?”

I took this question. Chris could have the next as there would be many more.

“Well, we usually watch some TV and talk about the day. You know, just general things brothers and sisters do.”

Carol nodded. “Oh, I see. Just the plain old stuff, huh?”

“Yeah, same old stuff,” Chris added.

Carol was sitting in a chair that faced both Chris and me on the sofa.

“I’m surprised you have time for TV and talking with all the sex toys you have in your closet! Boy, that sex doll is a beauty.”

Busted… Damn. My mind flashed for damage control, but I couldn’t think of a thing. Chris said nothing either. What could we say. It was bad enough I had toys in there, but anyone could see that the rabbit toy and the female attachments for the stimulator weren’t mine. Chris was the only female living here and since all the toys were in one place we were fried.

Carol was probably enjoying watching us squirm. “Do you guys play together or do you hide in your rooms?”

Okay now, this was starting to piss me off. It’s my house and I’ll do what I want. Chris saw the look on my face and was about to panic.

“Look Carol, you are my guest and I want you to be comfortable here, but that doesn’t include prying into my things. Chris has nothing to do with this. She’s never even seen inside my closet because it is locked. Or, it was locked until you got in there!”

Carol laughed. “Johnny boy, that is pure bullshit. Look at Chris. She’s having a stroke over there. Save the speeches, okay? You two are playing house and we all know it. And here’s something else…”

Oh shit. Here it comes I thought. She’s going threaten to tell the world just like she used to do as a kid.

“…I want in!”

I thought I heard her say she wanted in? “What?”

“You heard me. I want in. I want in on your little family sex marathon. Ever since we were kids you and Chris would team up together and keep me out. Now, I WANT IN!”

“But, but… you always ratted us out?” I was having trouble understanding what was happening.

“Well Duh…. Of course I ratted you out. You wouldn’t let me play so I made your lives Hell.” There was a hint in her voice that said if we didn’t let her in she would rat on us again. Chris had two daughters who didn’t need to know what we were up to.

Chris stood up and took my hand. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she said. Carol followed us.

In the bedroom, Chris took control. Get the doll and the stimulator out. Carol, you get naked and lie on the bed. John, you strip too.”

I watched as Carol removed her cloths. First her shirt and shorts and then with just a tiny bit of hesitation her bra and panties. Of course, that got my cock standing straight up.

Chris Escort Topkapı was still dressed. She looked at my steel hard prick and grinned. “Da ja vu” she said. I had to laugh.

“Okay, Carol. This is a stimulator that is going to send you through the roof. Trust me, I know. John, get naked while I hook sister Carol up to the machine.” I did as I was told.

Chris was obviously enjoying her roll in initiating our sister into our private family fun. With one hand she reached down and opened Carol’s hair covered cunt. “We’ll have to take care of all this hair tomorrow,” she said and then hooked the clit clip in place. Carol jumped at Chris’ touch, but relaxed as Chris continued to connect the lip clips.

By now I was naked and horny as all hell. Chris gave me the signal and I started fucking the rubber doll.

“Okay, Sister. Here’s what happens now. This stimulator is going to make you blow your wad like you won’t believe. I have the controller for it so all you have to do is lay back. And, by the way, when John is ready to cum he’s going to jerk his load all over you. Sound okay?”

Carol nodded. “Sounds better than okay. One thing though, are you into girls by any chance?”

Chris paused. “I never gave it much thought, but seeing you with your clit sticking up leads me to think that maybe I am.” Without another word she turned the dial to number one.

Carol’s ass popped off the bed and she moaned. “Oh my, that’s nice.”

Chris turned to me and grinned. “Nice, she says. Nice!” With that she turned the dial to number three and Carol came off the bed with a howl.

“Oh Fuck, that feels soooo good,” she cried out. Her eyes were fixed on my prick going in and out of the rubber doll. “Too bad to waste all that cock on a doll.”

“It won’t be wasted,” Chris said and turned the dial to four. Carol’s whole body stiffened. She reached up and grabbed at her nipples which were already hard. I could see her clit had doubled in size though it was no where near as large as Chris’.

Chris continued to run the dial between numbers one and four while I fucked away at the doll. I could feel my orgasm wasn’t far off and I told Chris so.

“Good,” she said. When you’re ready let me know.”

That did it. I was ready and told her so.

“Okay,” Chris said, “come over here and jerk it off on sister Carol. Carol was steadily humping into the stimulator.

I felt the cum begin to ball up in my cock so I pulled out of the doll and quickly moved over to where Carol was laying on the bed. I almost didn’t make it in time.

Carol stared at my hard cock as I jerked it up and down. She watched the tip waiting for the first sign of a cumshot. She didn’t have to wait long. I let out a moan and the first stream of hot, white cum shot out of the end of my prick. It flew across the one foot divide between Carol and me and landed on her stomach with an audible plop. The second stream hit her across both tits and the third, though less powerful, landed on her arm.

When I had stopped cumming, Chris turned to Carol. “You’re next sister dearest,” she said and without warning Topkapı Escort Bayan turned the dial to number six.

Carol came off the bed with a scream. She instinctively grabbed what she could of her clit. “I’m cumming,” she cried and bucked into the air. My cum was running off her in several streams as she opened her legs and surprised both Chris and me. Carol was a squirter. She fired off stream after stream of her girl cum as if she were the Peter North of the female world. One shot caught Chris off guard and landed on her face. Another got me on my lips. I licked it a bit. It tasted pretty good.

When it looked like Carol could take no more, Chris turned the dial to off and waited a moment. Just like I had done to her, Chris turned the dial back up to six again and Carol shot another load in the air. “No more,” she begged.

We laid there for a few minutes totally spent. Chris had not cum yet and was eyeing the stimulator. “Anybody want to see me cum?” she asked.

Carol and I grinned at each other. “Yeah,” we said at the same time, “But not with that thing.”

Together, Carol and I stripped Chris’ clothes off her. As soon as she was naked I took one of her tits into my mouth and began to lightly suck it. Chris moaned. Then I reached down and spread her legs and opened her pussy lips exposing her huge clit.

“Holly shit,” Carol said. “That’s fucking outrageous.”

The way Chris was laying she couldn’t see anything below her belly button so she was more than surprised when she felt a pair of soft lips wrap around her throbbing clit and suck it inside a warm and wet mouth. I was sucking her tit so she knew it wasn’t me.

Carol began working Chris’ clit over with all the expertise and softness that only a woman can apply. Chris was moaning and kicking her legs open and closed as Carol devoured her cunt.

I tried to pay attention to what I was doing, but I couldn’t help wanting to see what was going on down below.

Carol could see my interest. “Hey, Little Brother, Why don’t you come down here for a three way French kiss.? Our lips and Chris’ clit.” Chris moaned even louder.

I slid down to where Carol was working on Chris’ sopping pussy and moved my face close to Carol’s. “You ready?” she said. I nodded and we dove in.

I licked and sucked the left half of Chris’ swollen cunt while Carol licked and sucked the right half. We each worked our way toward the center where our tongues would collide into Chris’ clit. Chris was pulling her nipple so hard I was afraid she would hurt herself.

And then, as Carol’s and my tongue met one more time in the center we took Chris’ clit in our mouths and sucked it. Chris came on the spot.

“Oh fucking yes,” Chris screamed. “Oh fuck I’m cumming in both of your mouths. Eat my cunt. Ohhhh….”

Carol and I sucked and licked Chris’ spasming cunt until we thought she had passed out. We too fell onto the bed, totally exhausted.

About a half hour later we all got up and gave each other a shower and then fell back onto my oversized bed and went to sleep.

Needless to say, Carol never went back home. She and Chris share the guest room whenever someone comes to visit and we need to keep up appearances. Other times, we all sleep together in my room.

And so, all the years I worked and saved so I could retire early finally paid off. I now have a family I never expected to have and we all get along; even Carol, the tattletale….

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Up until junior year of high school my life was relatively privileged. I was raised in an upper middle class home, went to private schools, vacations were spent in Barcelona and France. The only real hardship I had was when my mother died of cancer when I was eight. My father and I were devastated so when Linda came into our lives it was a blessing for both of us.

Linda was a college student who had interviewed to be my nanny. We got along well and soon it felt like she was part of our family. After a year my father began courting her and four months after she graduated college they were married. The wedding took place in France, I was the best man. We were a happy family that lived a normal life. All that changed my junior year of highschool.

The day my life fell apart started like any other day. I had tennis practice after school but it was cancelled due to a thunderstorm. So I went over to my friend’s house to hang out until the rain cleared up a little. I texted my parents and told them I would probably have dinner there and come home before curfew. We sat around playing video games and listening to music.

Mike and I were an unlikely pair of friends. He was the star quarterback of our high school, half white, half hawaiian and a total heartthrob. Girls practically threw themselves at him. He held a lot of sway among our peers. Many would use that power to bully and humiliate others but Mike was respectful and nice to everyone. I would not be considered a stud but I had no problem getting or keeping a girl, my girlfriend Michelle was evidence of that. Only 5’8 I was slim but toned from tennis. I inherited my black hair and fair complexion from my mother who was Italian mixed with Japanese. Outside of tennis I was really bookish and only hung out with a few people. Many girls thought I looked exotic and found my quiet demeanour alluring.

After dinner Mike and I decided to study for an upcoming french test on Monday. During a study break our conversation turned sexual.

“Damn John! How do you not have a constant boner with Linda walking around?”

Linda was very attractive. A dark skinned black woman with a voluptuous body. She had a bit of a belly but was very beautiful and had a big butt with d-cup breast. It was becoming harder to deny my attraction to her but she was still my mom and I hated when Mike talked about her like that.

“Come on, I said, ‘you know I hate it when you talk about my mom like that.”

“Yeah but she’s not your real mom.” he replied still hounding the subject.

A look from me let him know how I felt about the conversation. He changed the subject and began talking about plans for the summer. At some point we both drifted off to sleep. I woke up to Mike shaking me and saying I was going to be late for my curfew. My curfew was set at 11:30 and it was already 11:45. I got home as fast as I could without getting ticketed or running someone over.

Before I even made it all the way up to my cul- de-sac I could see flashing red and white lights. I got out of my car and ran towards my house concerned that something had happened to my parents. A man in an FBI jacket stopped me and asked what I was doing. I told him who I was and asked him what happened. His expression changed and he told me that I could talk to mom inside.

Mom was sitting on the couch holding our pitbull, Roxy. Her head buried in her black fur. FBI agents were everywhere. I saw them walking in and out of my father’s office carrying boxes of paperwork.

“Mom, what happened?”

She looked up at me with a tear stained face and stood up.

“Johnny, they’re saying your dad frauded a bunch of people and stole money from his company. He won’t pick up his phone and no one has heard from him.”

She hugged me then. I didn’t reciprocate, I felt like my body was frozen. My father a thief?! That just wasn’t possible. He gave to charities, volunteered, went to church on Sundays. They either had the wrong guy or he had been set up.

“Do you think you can stay at Mike’s tonight?”

Her questioned broke me out of my daze. “No, I want to wait for dad to come back.” He never did.

Over the weekend the agents seized our cars and most of our assets, the bank gave us a few weeks to move out. I called my dad forty times but only got his voicemail. I also called Mike and my girlfriend Michelle several times but neither picked up. Mom wanted me to stay home from school on Monday fearing that I might be in danger. I insisted that she had nothing to fear since my father was innocent.

She didn’t say anything but her expression said that she was having doubts about my father’s innocence. Feeling my anger rising I turned and walked to the garage to wait for her in her car. Mom had bought her Ford with the money she earned as a social worker so that was not seized. After a few minutes she got into the car and we drove towards school. Before I got out the car she took my hand and told me to call her if I needed to come home Teşvikiye Escort I got out without replying.

I underestimated how bad things would be. Many of my peer’s parents had trusted my dad to invest their money not steal it. While I was convinced of his innocence they weren’t. As I walked across the lawn towards the building all conversation ceased as everyone turned towards me. The only word I could use to describe it was eerie.

I was met with more stares inside. Michelle was waiting for me at my locker. I was relieved to see her. When she spotted me she charged towards me. Her blond hair streaming behind her, green eyes ablaze. I went to hug her. Instead of a hug I got a slap.

“Did you know?!”

Everyone in the hallway turned to look as she started screaming.

“My dad lost all his money, all of my college fund!” Another slap, that one stung.

“He didn’t do it Michelle.” I tried taking her hands but she pulled away and stormed off.

The day kept getting worse. Two people stormed out of first period when the teacher refused to kick me out. I saw Mike shortly before second period and he wouldn’t even look at me. His father was planning on retiring soon and had invested some money with my dad. During class one of my teammates shoved me as he was walking down the aisle. I called him out on it. A fight ensued and I walked away with a black eye and bruised knuckles.

Security guards separated us and hauled me to the office. As I was exiting my classmates were cheering and I heard someone shout “Yea, get that piece of shit out of here!” That was followed by even louder cheers. When I got to the office Linda was waiting. Apparently the school had foreseen something like this.

As we were driving back home Linda told me that she had worked out a deal with the school that would allow me to finish off the next few weeks of classes from home. She also told me she had been fired from her job due to some local newscasters showing up and making accusations of her being involved. When we arrived home they were waiting outside for us.

“Linda, is it true that you were involved in helping your husband escape the country?”

“Did you ever expect your father of being capable of something like this?”

We could hear Roxy barking as we pulled into the garage. When we got inside she ran towards us and began whining. As Linda was petting her I ran up the stairs and slammed my door. In the span of one weekend I lost my father, girlfriend, best friend, childhood home, and my car. My life was over.

The last few weeks spent in that house were the worst of my life. It was vandalized twice. Once a brick was thrown through the window as we were eating dinner and the second time we woke to the word “THIEF” painted on our lawn in bold, red letters. I had to delete all of my social media accounts due to the constant stream of death threats. The newscasters were always hounding us. This was their biggest story since the former principal of my high school had been caught having an affair with a student two years before.

The relationship between my step mom and I became strained as I was committed to proving my father was innocent-I no longer called her mom. Even Roxy had changed. She had never shown any sign of aggression but now she barked and growled whenever she heard an outside noise. As they were hauling away our furniture I finally realized that my dad was not coming back and that he was not innocent. The only things we were allowed to keep was the money in our bank accounts that was earned by us working and Linda’s car. Linda used some of her savings to rent us a two bedroom house across the state with a landlord that would allow us to keep Roxy.

We made the drive from St. Louis to Jefferson City in one afternoon. The only things we had in our U-Haul were clothes, dishes, and Roxy’s stuff. Even after I realized what my father had done the relationship between my stepmom and I remained strained. We argued a lot and tried to spend as little time together as possible. She got a job as a waitress at Applebee’s and I got a job at a mom and pop burger restaurant. We ate most meals together and on my eighteenth birthday we went to see a movie but other than that I mostly ignored her attempts to reconcile. My anger was not for her but for my father who had disappeared and ruined my life in the process. But I was depressed and angry and she was the only one near.

I only had a few weeks before senior year started and my summer was spent working and hanging around the couch at home. On one of the days when both mom and I were off work I was sitting on the couch with Roxy watching something on MTV. Mom walked out of the kitchen holding my tennis racket.

“Why was this in the trash?” she asked.

“Because I put it there.” I replied before turning back to the television.

“Johnny you can’t give up on life because of what your father did.”

I turned back to the television Teşvikiye Escort Bayan and gave her the cold shoulder. Whenever my father was brought up I shut down.

“Look at you! The only thing you do is go to work and sit on the couch. You don’t even workout anymore.”

I turned to her and I said something I would regret until the day I die. “At least I didn’t gain thirty pounds.”

She flinched and her eyes began to water. In the few months since my dad had absconded with half of my neighbors money mom had turned to food for solace. She ran to her room and Roxy followed barking until she was finally let in. What she said was right though, I had given up. I hadn’t gotten a haircut since before my father left, I stopped shaving, and I had only touched my racket twice since we left our mini mansion back home. Once when we were packing to move and the other time that morning to throw it away. I just wanted to forget my last seventeen years.

I could hear mom crying and Roxy trying to console her. My conscious finally kicked in and I started to feel guilty. For the last four months I had treated her as my personal punching bag. She didn’t have to keep me since she had never actually adopted me and she could have easily kicked me out when I turned eighteen. She didn’t even accept rent money from me, just picked up extra shifts to make do. She had done everything a good mother would have done and I ignored or insulted her every chance I got.

I turned off the television and knocked on her door. When she didn’t answer I walked in. She was sitting on her bed in shorts and a tee shirt crying into a pillow. Roxy was licking her face and making whining noises. I knelt down in front of her and tried to remove the pillow. I heard a muffled “Go away!”

“Linda please talk to me. I’m sorry I said that.” She kept crying. I put my hand on her knee.

“You’ve been a perfect mother and I’ve been a shit excuse for a son. I been treating you the way I couldn’t treat dad. Im sorry please don’t give up on me mom.” She finally looked up at me.

“Johnny, I have been trying my best. You weren’t the only one who lost everything. We only have each other now.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned my forehead against hers. Before I knew it our lips were touching. It was a slight brushing at first then we pressed harder against each other. Soon we were frenching, our tongues brushing against each other. Her mouth tasted of the strawberries she had with lunch.

Our hands began to roam. Mom had plumped up in the last few months but she was still sexy and my dick began to tent my jogging pants. I hadn’t had sex since I was with Michelle. Every time I tried to masturbate I would picture her face then see her crying and screaming as she questioned me about my father and I would lose my erection.

My hands moved under her shirt and landed on her breast massaging her nipples. When I felt her finger rub my tip I almost came. I stood up and quickly stripped, mom did the same. I had never really seen her body before. Even when mom weighed less she always dressed modestly. But now I had full view of every curve and love handle. I dropped back down to my knees and began kissing her again.

My hand went down to her clit. She was warm and wet, something I hadn’t felt in a while. All the while she was moaning and rubbing my dick. Goddamn her hands were soft. I could feel my body temperature rising and I knew I was close.

“You’re going to have to stop rubbing me that way if you don’t want me to cum yet.”

She looked at me with lust in her eyes.

I kissed her again. “Are you sure you want this?”

She responded by kissing me again but more aggressively this time. We moaned in unison as we sucked, kissed, and nibbled. As mom became more vocal I pushed her on her back and started kissing her. I started from her feet and traveled up her body before I took her left nipple in my mouth. I bit down lightly and heard a sharp intake of breath I did the same with the left. I knew I was getting close so I decided to focus my attention on getting her to orgasm first.

I put her legs over my shoulders. I had only done this a couple of times to Michelle before she told me she didn’t like it. From the sounds mom was making she enjoyed it very much. I started by licking her clit, flicking it back and forth with my tongue. Then I slipped my tongue into her while I massaged her with my fingers. I reached my other hand up and cupped her breast. They were soft and heavy, I was sure she went up to DD since the weight gain. I replaced my tongue with two of my fingers and started scraping her clit with my teeth.

“Ahhh” She let out a gut wrenching scream as she spasmed around my fingers. I was scared that I had hurt her. Roxy who had been sitting in a corner ignoring us ran over and started barking.

“Mom, look at me! Are you okay?”

She was laying there with her eyes closed. She opened them and Escort Teşvikiye grinned at me.

“Jesus, Johnny. Where did you learn to do that?”

I kissed her and said “I’ve had a little practice”

Wasting no time I pushed Roxy off the bed and took my dick and started rubbing mom’s clit before entering her. We started off slow looking each other in the eyes her hands resting on my cheek. She was so soft and warm, wet and tight. I closed my eyes and got lost in the sensation. It didn’t take long and as I neared my climax I speed up. I pulled out at the last second remembering that mom was only thirty-two and could potentially get pregnant.

We lay spent in each other’s arms, our foreheads resting together. Minutes later Roxy came in again and hopped on the bed licking our faces excitedly. It was 4:30 about the time she would get a walk before getting dinner and a dentistick.

“Can you walk her? I have to get ready for work.” she mumbled in between kisses.

“I thought you were off work today”

She sighed “Don asked me to come in tonight”

I was disappointed, now that we had reconciled I wanted this to keep going. She saw how disappointed I was.

“It’s only six to twelve” she said.

Roxy whined again. I begrudgingly got off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I put my clothes back on and took Roxy for a walk.

When we returned mom was just stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body. My dick instantly got hard. Now that my lust had been awakened I couldn’t tame it. Roxy came up to her and started lapping up water droplets. She saw me staring and looked embarrassed.

“You look amazing.”

She smiled and looked down as I devoured with my eyes. Roxy tore me away by jumping up on me demanding to be fed. Mom walked to the bedroom before I had the chance to take that towel off her and go for another round.

We had a heavy make out session before she left for work. Mom had her keys out and was stepping back towards the door while I was tugging on her bottom lip and cupping her ample ass.

“You’re going to make me late.” she said reaching towards the door.

“Then stay home.” I said kissing my way down her neck.

She started giggling “Your beard is scratching me. You should shave it, I miss seeing your baby face.”

I tried going back in for a kiss but she put her palm on my chest and stopped me.

“By the way there is lasagna in the fridge from lunch. See you at twelve.” She blew me a kiss as she left out the door.

I leaned against the door and listened to her drive away. These last four months had been an emotional roller coaster. I had thought I lost everything and had tried to push away the one remaining person who cared about me. I had let myself fall into a hole of self loathing but now that was over. I wanted my life to start again. I no longer had the mansion, BMW, or even my own father but I had someone who loved me and wouldn’t turn on me no matter what.

After dinner I sat around for a bit flicking through channels then I went on a jog with Roxy. I still had about three hours to go before mom got off work. I decided to clean the kitchen then headed to the bathroom for a shower. I stepped out of the shower and looked into the mirror.

My hair was now almost reaching my shoulders and I had lost a little muscle from not exercising. The beard made me look like a hippie or vagabond. I took one of mom’s detangling brushes and started to comb out the knots in my hair. Then I shaved afterwards I looked about ten years younger. I felt a little like myself again. I could never go back to the guy I was before all of this but that didn’t mean I couldn’t still be happy.

I woke up when I heard the keys turning in the door. I decided to stay in bed as Roxy greeted mom. I wanted my new look to be a surprise. I turned on my side and pretended to be asleep as mom entered the bedroom.

“John are you awake, baby?” I heard her whisper.

She turned on the light and I turned around on my back. She looked down at me and smiled.

“You like?” I cocked an eyebrow when I asked.

“I do like.” she said leaning down to give me a kiss. Her lips were so soft. “What brought this on?” she asked breaking the kiss and undressing.

“I decided the hobo look wasn’t for me.”

“Good, I missed you.”

Her head was resting on my chest. She looked tired but sexy. Her long black hair was pulled up in a bun showing off her oval face. I brushed my fingers across her full lips which still had a little lipstick on them. She started kissing my chest and made her way down to my abdomen then went even lower. Stopping at my erect penis she began to kiss and fondle me. When she took me in her mouth I let out a soft sigh.

Even though I had sexual experiences with a few girls I had never been given a blow job. She bobbed her head up and down a few times then swirled her tongue around my head and deep throated me. After a few minutes of her rotating between sucking and deep throating me, I arched my back and felt my toes curl as I came in her mouth. I was breathless and gasping as I stopped cumming. I looked down at her and saw her swallowing the last of it. I collapsed back on the bed. She came up to kiss me and I tasted myself on her

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Apologies for the long delay between stories but you know, life.. Hope you enjoy – this actually happened and more to come!

*****

A few days after the night I snuck into my passed-out sister-in-law Kimmie’s room to fingerfuck, lick, and suck her tasty pussy I had to go out of town for a couple of weeks for work. I managed to pilfer a couple pairs of panties from her hamper to enjoy while I was on the road. Returning to my hotel room in the evenings after relentless hours of conference meetings, I’d stroke my cock while savoring the pungent scent and tangy sweet taste of her pussy juices on the silky fabric. I’d also pull up the pics of her sumptuous tits that I’d found on her online dating profile and downloaded for my enjoyment and use them to complete my sensory stimulus. Sometimes I would leisurely, almost lazily, stroke my cock to prolong my virtual fucking of my sis-in-law and other times I would vigorously and quickly jerk off. Either way, every time I would get off with tremendous satisfaction.

Upon my arrival home from the trip, I learned that my wife had booked us rooms at a local resort about an hour outside of town. Being winter in a cold climate, there was a tendency to develop cabin fever – especially for Kim’s two young daughters who also lived with us. So, I didn’t even make it home since they picked me up from the airport and we drove straight to the resort, my wife having packed me a bag. The hotel was part of ski resort and had a nicely heated indoor pool for the kids to burn off energy and a rather large hot tub for the adults to soak and relax, most importantly with drinks never far from hand.

After checking in and getting settled, we all had dinner at one of the hotel restaurants and decided to hit the pool/hot tub afterwards with a batch of Kentucky Mules to sip on. The girls splashed around in the pool while I sat across from Kimmie and next to my wife in the hot tub, my wife rubbing my cock through my swim shorts under the frothy water. I half-closed my eyes to enjoy the soak while still being able to gaze at Kim’s bikini-clad tits that she seemed to keep just above the surface of the bubbles.

Kim wasn’t the only eye-candy in the area, it seemed several other families had the same plan as us so there were quite a few scantily-clad females to eye-fuck – ranging from milfy moms to tight-bodied, barely legal teens. Between the visuals and my wife rubbing my dick I was getting pretty worked up. While I was certain I’d be fucking the shit out of her later, I couldn’t help but want to bury my face in Kim’s cunt again. Since that probably wasn’t in the cards for the weekend, I resigned to get shit faced and enjoy what I could.

To that effect, we soon ran dry on drinks so I offered to run back up the room and reload our tervis tumblers while my wife and Kim hung out to keep an eye on the girls. We had adjoining rooms and when I got back to the room I noticed that the door between my room and that of Kim and her girls’ was open. I poked my head into their room Tokatköy Escort and I quickly spied her overnight bag. As my luck would have it, peeking out was a wisp of the panties Kim had had on that day until she changed into her bikin for the pool.

Without a second thought I crossed over to her bag and gently opened it so I wouldn’t disturb the contents too much. I pulled out the panties and took a tentative whiff of the crotch, they were still moist and delightfully pungent and sweet – a mouthwatering combination of her pussy and body spray.

Holding them up to my nose and mouth with one hand, I pulled my swim shorts down to my knees and commenced rubbing my cock. I didn’t put any thought into it, I had no plan or idea if I was going to rub one out or simply enjoy them for a few minutes before making the drinks and heading back to the pool – in any case I was super hard and in need of dropping a load, either right then and there or later deep in my wife’s pussy.

After a few minutes I had decided to use some self-control and save my load for my wife. Unfortunately, at that moment my heart stopped as I heard the sound of the key card being swiped and, before I could process the sound or make a move, the door swung open and Kim walked into the room. My back was to her and the door, including my bare ass since my shorts were still around my knees. She gasped and exclaimed, “Jesus, what the fuck?!” and started to retreat out the door, I think she didn’t realize it was me. I spun around and said, “Kim, wait! It’s me!”. I was busted but I didn’t want her running off before I could attempt some damage control.

Realizing it was me and not some random perv that had broken into her room, Kim came back in and let the door close behind her. Her eyes locked onto the panties I was still clutching and then moved to my still-hard but wilting cock. I moved to pull my shorts up but she stopped me, “don’t fucking move bro!”. “I knew it, I knew something was going on with my panties since they seem to keep disappearing.” I started to stammer out an excuse but she shushed me as she closed the distance and, giving me the shock of my life, grabbed my cock in her hand!

She looked up at me with a smirk and said, “well I guess after eating me out the other night you just can’t get enough of the taste of my pussy, eh?” “err, eh what are you talking about?” I stammered but she wasn’t having it. “Oh you know exactly what I mean, sneaking into my room when I was asleep, taking pictures, and fingering and sucking my cunt! I woke up when your flash went off dummy. Oh, and I loved every second of it – I had to try so hard to make you think I was still asleep so you would keep going. I wanted to see how far you would go, I wanted you to fuck me but all you did was lick my pussy. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed it but I didn’t get off – well, not until you left anyway and then I rubbed my cunt until I came three times!”

Holy Shit! “So, you’re not pissed or disgusted?” “Nope, Escort Tokatköy in fact I think I want to try this thing out now” as she continued to stroke my cock back to complete erection. “Unless, of course, you think I ought to tell my sis on you…?”

Fuck.. I desperately wanted to bury my cock in her but I was also terrified of getting caught and, I know oddly late at this point, feeling guilty about crossing several lines. Kim sensed my hesitation and said, “let me make this easy for you, you can fuck me right here and now or I’m going straight back to the pool and telling Stacy all about this! And I mean everything: you stealing my panties time after time and eating me out when you thought I was asleep. I’m pretty sure you really want to fuck me, wouldn’t you prefer that option? Here, let that sink in for a sec while I do this…”

At that she sunk down to her knees and engulfed my cock in her hot wet mouth! After a few bobs, taking my entire shaft down her throat she came up for air and gasped, “bro, you have a great cock! It’s the perfect size, not so big that I can’t deep throat you but still nice and thick and just long enough to get me really wet thinking about stuffing it in my pussy. Think about that!” She went back to sucking my cock, alternating between taking the whole thing down her throat and licking up and down the shaft, head, and my balls – I was in heaven!

After what seemed like an eternity but also way too soon, she stopped sucking my cock and got up – pushing me backwards toward the bed with a hand on my chest and the other firmly holding onto my rock hard dick. When we reached the bed she shoved my chest and I let myself fall onto my back and she climbed on top of me, spinning around and backing her pussy and ass over my face. She briefly glanced back at me to say, “eat my pussy!” as she went back to chowing down on my hog.

Fuck it! I didn’t hesitate any longer and dove right in! I reached up with both hands and grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks, spread them apart and went to town on her cunt. She was sopping! He pussy was so wet it was dripping onto my face and into my mouth and it tasted great! I licked around the outside of her vagina, it was so smooth and completely hairless – just how I like it. Even though this started under a duress after a bit I was really getting into it, I slid down a bit and moved my mouth below her clit and started sucking on it and inserted a finger to rub on her g-spot. I was rewarded by muffled moaning on my cock, which felt incredible!!

I put in another finger and alternated between sucking and nibbling her clit to tightening up my tongue and shoving it as far up her pussy as I could reach, the whole time Kimmie was going to town on my cock like I’ve never had before. She would throat me until she gagged and then pull off to lick my cock and balls, it was awesome!

It took all of my self-control to not blow my load into her mouth and, as much as I wanted to, I was determined to get her Tokatköy Escort Bayan off – plus I wanted to fuck her before I came, not know when or if I’d ever get another chance! I furiously attacked her pussy and clit, keeping two fingers in her cunt and eventually working the index finger of my other hand into her asshole! As I pumped it in and out she clamped down and a muffled scream erupted from her throat around my meat as she came, her whole body was shaking! After a few minutes she calmed down and pulled her mouth off my dick, “whew bro that was incredible, you totally made up for leaving me hanging the other night!”

“My pleasure sis, but now it’s my turn!” With that, I flipped over and got on top of her back. I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass into the air, aiming my throbbing cock at her cunt. “Oh yeah, fuck me!”

I placed the head of my cock against her lips and paused, “so you really want your brother-in-law to fuck you with his fat cock?” “Yes, please! Fucking do it!!” She was practically pleading for me to stick it in.

I pressed forward and slowly slid my cock into her, savoring the feeling of every inch penetrating her. When I bottomed out I paused for a beat and then quickly withdrew entirely and just as she started to object I rammed it back in hard and started fucking her with authority – I was in control now!

I would fuck the shit out of her for a few minutes but would have to chill periodically to prolong cumming so I’d give her long, slow thrusts. She was moaning the whole time, practically shrieking when I pounded her and whimpering when I took it slow.

After a few I grabbed my phone from the bed when it had fallen and started snapping pics and taking video of my cock sawing in and out of Kimmie’s hot pussy, occasionally moving it down to catch her big books swaying with my thrusts.

“So sis, you wanna cum again?” “Yeah, fuck me hard, don’t stop – I don’t care if you cum, just keep fucking me hard!” So I did, I dropped the phone and grabbed two handfuls of her ass and fucked her as hard as I could. After a few minutes she buried her face into the bed and arched her back as she came on my cock, her pussy clamped down and convulsed as I thrust it all the way in and held it there until she stopped cumming.

She collapsed down on the bed and I fell down with her, my dick still inside and hard as I hadn’t come yet. I resuming fucking her slowly until I started to get that feeling in my balls and I sped up my thrusts. I growled, “I want to cum on your pretty face and I want you to suck the rest out of my cock!” as I pulled out and flipped her over. She scrambled to her knees and grabbed my cock, pointing it at her face just as my cum was spurting out. I coated her face, ropes landing on her forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and – most importantly – on her lips, mouth, and tongue. She waited until I seemed spent and then swallowed my cock, milking every last drop out. When Kim was satisfied she had gotten it all she scooped my cum off her face with a finger and sucked it clean – pulling my face down to her to kiss me with her mouth full of my cum, we swapped it back and forth for several seconds before she pulled back and swallowed the load.

She smiled up at me, “I figured you wouldn’t mind since you seemed to like eating your own cum the last time.”

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