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My Niece Amber Part 2

BY: Alba1971
Part 2
The laptop was set up again that evening and, right on cue, Amber entered my room as she had done night after night. Of course, the big difference this time was that I was awake and ready. I let things progress as usual but found it extremely difficult to maintain my composure. In her eyes, I was supposed to be asleep, but the feeling of her soft, wet, teenage lips wrapped around my pulsating cock was taking its toll on me. I would let out a slight moan and she would stop for a second, ensuring I was still ‘asleep’. Thankfully, I wouldn’t need to keep this up much longer. As I felt the usual stirring in my balls, I readied for the next stage of my plan. This one was going to be massive and I was soon exploding, sending pulse after pulse of my hot cum deep into her welcoming mouth and throat, hearing her choke as she tried to keep up with the massive load being forced down her throat. As I began to cum, I bolted up and grabbed onto Amber’s head, driving my cock to the back of her throat and screaming … “Oh god baby, I’m cuummming. Fuck LISA, I’m cumming. Take every last drop baby. Damn I love your mouth around my cock.” As my cock spewed its last drop into my oversexed niece’s tight little mouth, I quickly let out a “What the fuck?” and pushed her off me, yelling at her to get out of my room and muttering “I thought you were Lisa … I thought you were Lisa.”
As I expected might happen, she wasn’t in the kitchen as usual when I got up. In fact, it was some two hours later when I finally heard movement from her room. I yelled at her to come down to the kitchen. As she slowly rounded the corner, it was clear that she knew she was in shit. I chuckled to myself noting the ‘casual’ outfit she had chosen. No T-shirt and panties this morning it would seem but rather a baggy pair of track pants and a loose fitting shirt. When she sat down across from me, I sensed she was ready for a little fight and had thoughts that she would somehow be able to control this situation. She had no idea how wrong she was.
“What the hell happened last night? This wasn’t my fault. I thought you were Lisa, you know that.”
She didn’t reply, instead simply staring at me.
“I’ve got no choice Amber. This is serious. I need to call your mother and tell her what happened. You need to leave … today. I can’t have you here anymore, not after what you did.”
“What I did? I don’t think so. I like it here and I’m staying until it’s time for me to leave. So if you’re going to call my mother, be sure to tell her what YOU did to her innocent little girl. Sneaking into my room night after night, touching me while you thought I was asleep and then forcing your ‘thing’ into my mouth. Do I need to continue or do you get the picture Uncle Bill?”
“Hold on now. Let’s not jump the gun here” I say as a smirk runs across her face. “I’m sure we can figure something out right?”
Now was the time to see which way this was going to play out.
“I’ll tell you what. You want to stay here for the rest of the summer, fine, but things are going to need to change. First off, I am now in charge of this little game of yours and it’s time things progressed beyond a little cock sucking, much as I enjoyed last night. So get your tight little ass up off that chair and loose the baggy attire. Your Uncle wants to see once and for all how much you’ve grown.”
The look on her face went from shock, to disgust, and then back to her smirk. I knew exactly what she was thinking and I was pleased that this was the route this was playing out. As much as I would have enjoyed her obeying my demand right there, the alternate was going to be much more enjoyable for me.
“I’ll tell YOU what Uncle, I don’t think so. As you’ve probably figured out by now, I like to be in control … I’m pretty good at it in fact. And I’ve gotten a little bored with my late night visits to you. Maybe I’ll turn my attention to one of your cute neighbors that has been gawking over me when I suntan. Besides NO ONE tells me what I will and won’t do with my body. Who the hell do you think my mother is going to believe anyway.”
And with that, she strolled back to her room, seemingly enjoying her victory. All I could think to myself was … checkmate.
I waited until after dinner to spring the last latch to the trap and called Amber up to my room. Thinking she was now in charge, her demeanor had changed considerably and I received a bit of a ‘What the fuck do you want’ kinda look as she entered my room.
“Amber, for the last few days, I’ve noted money missing from my wallet and, before coming out and accusing you, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.”
“So I set up a camera over here to try and catch you going into my wallet while I was asleep. At least that’s how I’m going to explain the tape to your mother.”
“You know, the recording from last night that clearly shows you sneaking into my room and starting to suck my cock while I’m asleep. The one that shows me yelling my dead wife’s names in lust just as I started cumming and then kicking you out of my room when I realized what was happening.”
It was clear by the look on her face that what was happening was starting to set in. When I pressed play on the computer and she began to watch the scene unfolding before her, she knew she had lost the control she so much enjoyed and, even though she wouldn’t look at me, I could tell she was nervous now.
“And don’t even bother thinking about fucking around with the computer and trying to erase the recording. There are enough copies kicking around the house right now, you’d never find them all.”
“Now my niece, as I so kindly asked earlier, loose the FUCKING attire and show your Uncle just how much you’ve grown …. NOW !!!!!!”
The tears began to flow. “Please Uncle Bill, don’t make me do this, please. I’ve never done anything more than this. I’m still a virgin. Please don’t …”
The word virgin caught me off guard. I hadn’t even thought of that and had just assumed, based on the way she had expertly taken care of my cock the previous night, that this little minx had been fucking for some time now. I had already imaged her perfectly formed ass bent over a couch at her home, moaning loudly as one of the neighborhood boys rammed his cock repeatedly into her. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought she had yet to experience a throbbing dick thrust into her tight pussy. I was having a hard time with all this and my cock was already straining lewdly against my jeans.
“Don’t make me ask the question a third time Amber.”
And with that, I saw a look of surrender come across her face. She knew there was no way around it and began to slide her track pants down her long, slender legs, kicking them off to the side. Seeing her standing there, still with her T-shirt on was almost too much to bear, knowing what was to come next. Flashing her a stern look, she lifted her arms and pulled the T-shirt off her body, revealing that perfect frame I had often starred at while she tanned. Seeing her standing there in her silk white boy shorts and matching bra, I could barely control myself and I motioned for her to remove the remaining clothing.
With a final sigh of defeat, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor but covering her perfectly rounded breasts with her arm. I let her have her moment and watched as she used her free hand to lower her panties to her knees, quickly covering her pussy and pushing the panties down and off to the side with her legs. My heart skipped a beat as a stared at her. Amber hesitantly lowered her arms to her side. She was perfect, there was no other way to describe her body. Solid tan lines outlined her well developed tits, with large dark areola and nipples that had already begun to harden and point towards me, seemingly begging to be sucked. As I slowly worked my gaze down her body, past her flat stomach and her shapely hips, I moved in to the prize. I’m sure I let out a small gasp when I finally came to her pussy. Perfectly manicured, there was not a hair to be seen and her lips had already begun to fill with blood, protruding neatly from her cunt. Amber shifted uncomfortably and I was rewarded with a slight glint of wetness. My god, her body had betrayed her and she was actually getting excited at this.
“Turn around and show me that gorgeous ass of yours.”
As she slowly turned her back to me, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to force her up against the wall right then and there and ram my cock into her tight virgin pussy. But I held myself back. I had my plan. Then again, plans can be changed a little.
“Amber … open your legs a bit and bend over … all the way. I want to take a closer look at that beautiful little pussy of yours.”
As she obliged, it became clear that she was more than just a little excited. She bent forward and her swollen lips parted ever so slightly, revealing the pink folds of her cunt, clearly moist. Although a few feet away from her, I could smell her aroma and it was intoxicating. I leaned forward onto my knees, now less than an inch from her and inhaled deeply. Ever so gently, I reached up and ran a single finger along her wet lips, stopping only when I heard her gasp. Placing my wet finger on my tongue, the taste of her juices was beyond anything I had imagined.
But that was as far as the change to my plan was going to go. Excited or not with what was happening here, Amber needed to be reminded once and for all who was fully in charge here, now and for the remainder of her visit.

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Luck and Love: XII

Facing his father, Michael nearly fainted. He felt his vision start to go black and fought it. He lost for a moment, but he remembered to breath as his father patted the chair next to him. Mike walked forward slowly and took the chair, pale and shaking in the face of punishment.
ā€œWhatā€¦ What are you going to doā€¦? How did you findā€¦ Whaā€¦?ā€ Michael didnā€™t know which question he wanted to ask. He wanted so much to just run away, go after Candy and stay with her. But his father chuckled and he lost all those thoughts. His mind went blank as his father laughed at him.
ā€œIā€™m not going to do anything, Mikey. Sheā€™s pretty cute, that one. Would take somethingā€¦ someoneā€¦ serious to push that one out of your head. Did you use protection?ā€ His father asked the question so nonchalantly that Michael just looked at him. His father began to repeat himself before Mike answered.
ā€œHer parents had her young. She has a medical document that her parents gave herā€¦ something saying she was incapable of getting pregnant. Theyā€¦ snipped her tubes, she said.ā€ His father nodded.
ā€œItā€™s a good plan, for a kid born to young parents. Still, theyā€™ve done well for themselves, Iā€™ve heard. Candy is a bit spoiled, but on her game around the right people, and nice at her core. Iā€™ve got to sayā€¦ā€ Now his father turned from his coffee and newspaper to face Michael full on. ā€œYou are some kid. To have that girl here for three days straight and repeatedly have sex, then to turn her out of doorsā€¦ it takes heartlessness, a cheating man, or an incredibly strong person to do that. Now why donā€™t you tell me what happened this weekend.ā€ Mike looked at the table and then at his father. He tried to start a few times, but stopped. He didnā€™t know how to tell it all. He had to leave out Roseā€¦ had to.
ā€œFridayā€¦ I had a study session with this girl in my class. That day at school, around lunch, that girl Candy (and this was after I had made plans to help the other girl) tried to do the same thing sheā€™d done every day. Tried to slap me, cuss me out, make me feel awful, because Iā€™m the class loner.ā€ Mikeā€™s father looked at the table at that. They both knew that it had been the incident. ā€œ Long story short, I shoved her away from me and cussed her and her little group of friends out. I came home and took a nap. Around seven I woke up and ZoĆ«, the girl I was supposed to study with, was ringing the doorbell. I invited her in and over the nightā€¦ well we ended up in the same bed. But she had to eave Saturday morning and go on a trip until Tuesday, today. She told meā€¦ she told me that for the weekend I could sleep with other girls. I didnā€™t want that, didnā€™t expect to, but she was adamant about allowing it. I saw her off, spent that day in a daze after she left. Iā€¦ donā€™tā€¦ knowā€¦ what itā€¦ was about herā€¦
Mike tried to explain what it was that made him miss ZoĆ«. It was something, but he didnā€™t want to say love and look silly. His eyes were glued to the table. Then his father spoke up.
ā€œIt was love.ā€ Mike looked at his father; the eyes full of sympathy and understanding instead of exasperation and disappointment as they usually were when they talked. Mike felt his eyes well up. ā€œ I know how it is. I had someone like that in high school. It isnā€™t, usually what adult love is. Its different, due to the fact that you have to sneak around and donā€™t have the freedom you need fro real loveā€¦ on top of the fact that your parents are telling you that you donā€™t know what love is, that youā€™re just too young and ignorant and stupid. Itā€™sā€¦ itā€™s still there. You know that itā€™s love. Most young men, like you, who arenā€™t trying to be the popular guy in school or who arenā€™t trying to impress the girls or do any other number of things, would just say it. Why arenā€™t you saying it?ā€ Mike thought about that. He looked at his father, the man who he had grown soā€¦ apartā€¦ from, here looking at him with that understanding he wanted. That he needed. And he knew why he didnā€™t want to say it.
ā€œIā€™m afraid.ā€ And his father looked at him. He justā€¦ stared. He didnā€™t say anything. Just looked at Michael. ā€œIā€™m so afraid that it isnā€™t love. That Iā€™m wrong, and Iā€™ll screw up, or that Iā€™ll find out thereā€™s something better and itā€™ll be for another girl. But then, after Candyā€¦ I donā€™t think there is any other option for what it could be. I know that it could be love. Butā€¦ Iā€™m scared. I thought that none of this would happen for years. I dint think it would be this hard, and if I hadnā€™t been an ass it wouldnā€™t be. But now Iā€™m the bad guy, because I stared something where I want to have both worlds and Iā€™m going to be in pain either way I choose. But I also know that I have to choose ZoĆ«, because I know that if I donā€™t I wonā€™t ever know what this is. Thatā€™ll hurt worse than anything else.ā€ He stopped talking and felt his throat close up. Michael knew this was exactly what he thought. What he was afraid of. But he had been trying to block it out.
ā€œMichaelā€¦ I didnā€™t expect that. I expected something that Iā€™ve heard before, something that any other parent might expectā€¦ But then teenagers are not as shallow and stupid as we make you out to be. The stereotype is all wrongā€¦ Mikey, finish your story really quick. Please.ā€
ā€œSunday morning Candy came by and apologized for the way sheā€™d treated me these past two years. She was almost crying, and it was hot out, so she came into the living room. She stood there, really awkward because I didnā€™t want her there. It was too easy, too easy for me to betrayā€¦ she apologized and I apologized for the things I said. She wanted a hugā€¦ and thenā€¦ I heard ZoĆ« in my head, telling me, not asking me, but telling me, to sleep with other girls. That she wanted me all to herself when I got back. And I gave in. I donā€™t know what it was, but I remember the way Candy smelledā€¦ I can smell it so easily. I just gave in and I cheated on the girl that I think Iā€™m in love withā€¦ā€
ā€œNo.ā€ Mike looked at his father with an expression of hurt. He had just finally come to terms and his fatherā€¦ said no? ā€œYou didnā€™t cheat. You had a moment of weakness in a time when you had a girl who was important to you. Butā€¦ but from the way you make her out, and the way you feel about this ZoĆ«, you didnā€™t cheat.ā€ Mike looked at his dad, close to tears.
ā€œButā€¦ Iā€¦ promised…ā€
ā€œDid you promise her you wouldnā€™t?ā€ Mike shook his head. ā€œDid she tell you to sleep with other girls?ā€ a nod. ā€œDid you love that girl who you just turned out.ā€ Mike started to say something. ā€œYes or no? in any way, do you love Candy?ā€ Mike nodded again. ā€œAnd you turned her out for what you believe to be real love. And that was the only reason that girl left. From what I saw and heard, she knew as well as you do that you had given a much different part of your heart to those girls, a bigger piece to ZoĆ«. Mikey, would that girl the Candy that you know, have given you up if she didnā€™t know you really loved someone else?ā€ Mike shook his head and started to say something again. ā€œMike, you just did something that anyone, any man capable of really cheating on his girl, would never have done. You just did something powerful. Something that makes you strong. Now, feel bad about yourself for ā€˜cheatingā€™, but I donā€™t think you did. I think youā€™re a great kid, and I think anytime you want to have someone stay over, youā€™re responsible enough to both del with the consequences of a mistake and deal with the courtesy that situation demands.ā€
Mike just looked at his father with that dumb, agonized look.
ā€œYouā€™re giving me permission to have girls here overnight? After I liedā€¦ and Iā€¦ā€ Mikeā€™s father looked at him with a very serious look.
ā€œMike, I knew that you wouldnā€™t have done that if the girls werenā€™t here, if it had been just you and I here. And I wouldnā€™t blame you if you would have. Three mornings, two nightsā€¦ I donā€™t know how you turned that girl out. I wouldnā€™t have at your age. Jesus, I envy you Mike. Youā€™ve earned the privilege of having girls over, after accusing yourself of cheating, turning out an incredibly hot woman for another one, and managing all of this under the pressure of hiding it from three people in the same house. Well two. I found out.ā€ His father grinned at him. Mike still looked like he was in agony. His father felt pain at the look. He knew that Mike wanted to feel elated. Any other teen would have been. But Mikeā€¦ Mike was thinking that he had cheated on a woman and that super ceded everything. He chuckled, got up out of his chair and put the coffee mug in the sink. He put his hand on Mikeā€™s shoulder.
ā€œI think you should skip school today. Go spend it with your girl. And if she wants to spend the night, Iā€™ll talk to her parents or you can tell them something different. I certainly donā€™t want Dana hanging out with any guys overnight, and I can understand what theyā€™d think. But then, they havenā€™t met you yet.ā€ He chuckled again before walking to the downstairs hall and his bedroom.
ā€œYouā€™re welcome!ā€
Mike sat there for a minute before standing up. He went upstairs, leaving his backpack where it was on the couch and passing Dana like a wraith on stairs, ignoring what she yelled at him. He crawled into his bed and laid there, his thoughts too rapid to process. He grabbed his cell phone and shot Zoƫ a text, their first text, before turning over and going back to sleep.
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When Michael woke up, he groggily turned over and reached for his phone. When he didnā€™t find it, he lifted his head from the pillow and looking at the nightstand. Nothing. He shifted toward the edge of the bed, only to find nothing on the floor of his room. He rubbed his eyes and stretched before rolling onto his back. Then he felt someone sit on the edge of his bed. Before he could open his eyes, he felt someone cuddle up to his side. Hazelnutā€¦ peachā€¦ and green apple? He turned his head and found a beautiful face, dotted with a few freckles and framed by dark brown hair, a pair of luscious lips.
ā€œHey, princessā€¦ did you take my cell phone?ā€ She bit her lip and nodded.
ā€œI just got in townā€¦ And I made sure to turn off your phone. Just for a little while.ā€ He grinned as she looked at him innocently.
ā€œWellā€¦ that just doesnā€™t seem long enough.ā€ She giggled as he turned to face her and grabbed her hip. They met in a kiss that was as lighthearted as they felt. In his daze Mike felt no sadness from his thoughts that morning. He just wanted to be with ZoĆ«. The kiss gradually became heavier along with their breathing, their hands exploring on top of their clothes. Then ZoĆ« pushed Michael off of her, leaving him with a look of sarcastic hurt. That look dropped off of his face when she slowly, painstakingly, unbuttoned the buttons on the light blue shirt she wore over the plain white tee underneath. Mike exhaled slowly as she slid it down off of her shoulders and let it fall. The nearly see through fabric of the shirt in a small pile around her feet seemed like an erotic part of a movie, when they wouldnā€™t show what was happening elsewhere, only zooming the camera slowly around that shirt and the pair of feet inside of it. But for Michael, that wasnā€™t the whole picture.
ZoĆ« turned slowly around as she grabbed the hem of her undershirt and pulled it up over her head, agonizingly slow for a strip tease. Michael felt his throat get tight gain as she pulled the shirt up over her bra, leaving that clasp winking at him in the middle of her back. It was now a little more tanned than when he had last seen her, except a line of light skin that Mike could see underneath the light green lace of the bra. Mike didnā€™t realize how zoned out he was until he heard ZoĆ«ā€™s laughter and felt the shirt hit his face. He grinned and threw the shirt off of the bed, watching as she bent over, dropping the shorts she wore in the process, and came up slowly, looking at him as she lightly, lightly rubbed her legs on the way up. Her underwear was a matching set, blue lace that was very see through. Mike tried desperately not to gaze at her gorgeous ass and watched her, biting her lip as she touched her body so tantalizingly. When she stood up, her left hand was in between her hips, though Mike couldnā€™t see her fingers in between her legs, and her right was grazing the skin of her breasts. He grinned as he realized she was getting off on this. But still he couldnā€™t resist getting up off the bed and going to her, kissing her neck as his hands covered her own and pushing them into the fabric of her underwear, making her rub herself. She groaned at his touch. He could feel how wet she was through her fingers. He spun her around and grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her lips to his and sliding his hand into her panties, copping her ass with his hand before he touched the wet heat of her hidden lips.
ā€œI missed youā€¦ā€ She whispered as he pulled off his t-shirt.
ā€œYou have no ideaā€¦ā€ She smiled as he slid his unoccupied hand to the clasp of her bra and pull her back to him. ZoĆ« can feel the hardon in his shorts, feels his hands on her skin, his lips against hers and when he finally pulls away to kiss at her neck again, she groans loudly. Loud enough to be heard outside the closed doors of his room. ZoĆ« feels her orgasm approaching as his fingers probe at her vagina, barely even touching her. She starts panting as he bites at her neck, strokes her back. She wants him. ZoĆ« wants him more than anyone else in the world. Standing there, in front of him with her most see through underwear, she thinks of his face as she danced for him. She feels her body tense up, hears herself moan as the waves of her orgasm crash on her. She shakes in his arms, under his touch, against his skin. Mike can feel the heat of her flesh; both her loins and her body are both burning up. He feels the same, but this time it is different. This time he longs for her in waysā€¦
Mike unclasps her bra and holds her tight against him, holding the loose fabric against her breasts. The feeling is tantalizing, rough against his chest and ZoĆ« groans as their movement pushes and rubs the fabric against her sensitive skin. She throws her head back and moans as he kisses her neck just under her chin, his fingers still rubbing at her sensitive lips and thighs and his hand stroking at the back of her neck and her back. When they kiss again they can think of nothing else but the pleasure they are bringing one another. ZoĆ« pushes Mike back away from her and drops to her knees, frantically unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down and off. Neither can stop, neither wants to stop. ZoĆ« grabs his cock, licking his shaft and sucking the head into her mouth before sinking it into her throat. She needs this. Sheā€™s so hot; her body feels like itā€™s burning. Her pussy is dripping, she thinks. She doesnā€™t want him; she needs him.
Mike brushes her hair out of her face, holding it behind her head as she sucks him. He grabs her head and pushes her further onto his cock and she actually does gag a bit. She resists him, but he canā€™t stop. ZoĆ« pulls off of him and looks at her lover with the devil in her eyes, stroking his cock fast and hard now. It felt good to have him force her. She takes him back into her mouth, her tongue sliding against the huge cock in her mouth. She feels his hands on the back of her head again and wills him to push. He pushes her and she feels his pubic hair in her nose. Still he pushes her. She coughs around his cock and pulls off, knowing that thereā€™s saliva around her lips from her gagging. She stands up and he grabs her, snapping her head back as he kisses her and grabs her by the ass, picking her up and laying her on the bed. She knows her panties are still on, but she hold his face to hers, her fingernails digging into his scalp as his cock presses into her pussy. God she needs him. Mike pulls away from her lips for a moment, an inch between them, and reaches down to her panties, grabbing them and ripping them off of her. She cries out in pleasure at the sound of ripping lace. Then heā€™s inside of her, splitting her on his massive cock. She nearly screams as the muscles of her hole squeeze at him, try to pull him deeper inside of her. Mike canā€™t control himself. He hits her cervix on the first thrust and pushes harder and harder. He hears ZoĆ« scream but sheā€™s begging him to keep going. He feels the incredible heat of her sex, the tightness; itā€™s all too good. They both hear the sound of skin slapping against skin as he sucks her. They kiss to stop the other from yelling out, from screaming at the top of their lungs. Still they canā€™t hold it in. Mike picks ZoĆ« up again, turning around and slamming her hard into the wall, fucking her hard as he gets closer and closer. ZoĆ« canā€™t take it. The throb in her shoulders is only exciting her, making the frenzy worse. She feels Mike pull out and is about to scream for him to fuck her more, then she feels him push into her ass and she screams in agony and pleasure. Mike hears her but itā€™s distant, like sheā€™s far away. Her nails gouge into his back as she pulls him closer, her legs are still wrapped around his waist as he fucks her sphincter. She screams, an ear-piercing scream of agony and bliss as she cums, one huge orgasm. He hears this, hears it full on in his ear, and he pulls out, ramming himself back into her pussy and forces another orgasm and another scream. He cums and shoots the biggest load of his life into her cervix and she passes out from the pleasure, still sheā€™s cumming. Mike, with the last of his strength, walks to the bed and lays her down. He tries to pull away but she isnā€™t limp, still clawing at his back as she jerks in the throes of orgasm He sighs and falls asleep in her arms.

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Another Addicted Story ch. 6-8

Eddie Spedman thought he was living the American Dream; owned his own business and married to his highschool sweetheart with two wonderful kids. Until a freak event made him realize that he was living the American Nightmare. However that freak event also gave him something he didn’t believe in; Sex Slaves

It’s anal time!

It started in the shower.
The kids slept until it was light out, their internal clocks finely tuned to the sun, but Jack and I had to roll out of bed long before then. He always hit the snooze button at least twice, and I usually snuggled up to his broad, strong back until he rolled me over to reverse spoon and pulled my hips in to him so I could feel how hard he was for me. There wasnā€™t a day on earth that Jack didnā€™t wake up hard. It made me smile and wiggle back against him, all sleepy eyes and long limbs.
It was a very rare occasion when we had time for morning sex in our rush to get everything ready and everyone out the door on time. Still, he loved it when I reached back and squeezed and tugged on him in those drifting moments still caught between sleeping and awake. I liked to imagine what heā€™d been dreaming about as I reached back to stroke him against my assā€” what new flavor of the feminine had entered his unconscious during the nightā€”a dark, exotic beauty; a long, slender blonde, some cool drink of water; or maybe a curvy, fiery redhead like me?
It was an awkward angle for me to do for very long, and sometimes he took his cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down the crack of my ass, or just moved the head against the soft skin of my cheek. Once in a while, if Iā€™d forgotten and worn panties to bed, Iā€™d curl my arm behind my back and pull my panties up tight. He loved to see me ā€œboundā€ that way, even just the suggestion, my wrist twisted in the material and resting against my lower back, my bikini panties pulled taut and thin as a thong between my cheeks.
There were mornings when he felt more urgent, when he grabbed my hips and shoved his cock between my ass cheeks, rubbing it there, hard. Those mornings heā€™d press into me and stroke his cock against my ass, his breath coming faster against my neck, his cock an iron bar, hand pistoning up and down his shaft. I loved listening to the sweet flesh music of his hand on his cock. It made me moan and wiggle against him as I reached back to spread my ass for himā€”god, he loved that!ā€”and arch my back so he could aim his cock at the tender little rosebud of my asshole. That usually sent him over the edge, my hands opening myself to him that way, and he would grunt and thrust and spill his cum deep into the crack of my ass.
Those were the days I really needed a shower.
I was the queen of fast showers, with a litany of things to do that day already running through my head. He was a shower lingerer, just standing for long moments under the water, soap in hand, while I was all-business, scrubbing and rinsing and shaving in record time.
Sometimes he could get me to linger with him, distract me from the endless lists of stuff to accomplish in my head. Thatā€™s where it really started, although I recognize it now as a progression from our early morning ass-stroking sessions. It happened more on mornings when he was still excited, those mornings he didnā€™t masturbate to completion in our bed, those mornings when his cock revived the minute soap and water were applied.
Those mornings he would take my hand and put it on his cock as he washed it, slick and hard and throbbing, something he knew never failed to interest me. I couldnā€™t
often resist a hard cock thrusting into my hand, even when there were other things to do.
Still, I would protest. ā€œJack, we canā€™t. I forgot to make lunches last night.ā€
ā€œHow about a little breakfast first?ā€ Heā€™d kiss me and then rub his fingers over my lips and I would know immediately what he wanted.
I loved sucking him off in the shower, although I didnā€™t often get the opportunity. I loved kneeling in the needling spray, gulping down his cock and his cum, nearly drowning in the cascade of water over my head as he shoved himself into my mouth. My pussy got wet just thinking about it.
ā€œJack, we canā€™t, really,ā€ Iā€™d tell him, finishing rinsing my hair.
ā€œThen just let me stroke myself against your ass.ā€
And thatā€™s how it started, me bent over in the shower, my hands braced against the tile, my legs spread, the hot water running over my ass as he kneaded my flesh, spreading my cheeks open and rubbing his cock up and down my slit, teasing my pussy and my clit, before he began stroking himself right against my asshole.
But it didnā€™t end there. Oh, no. Thatā€™s just where it started. One morning, he put his finger there, a gentle probing, a tickling tease. I shied away at first, embarrassed. For me, there was a grave difference between his cock, too enormous to gain purchase against that tiny hole when he stroked it there, and his finger, which seemed to have a sly intention. Of course, I was right.
His finger, slippery with the soap he was using to lubricate his cock, slid into my asshole. When I hissed at him and told him no, he didnā€™t take it out. Instead, he slid in another, increasing the pressure.
ā€œShh, Charlie, itā€™s ok,ā€ he murmured to me, using the diminutive form of my name as a comfort measure as his fingers moved, slow, in and out.
ā€œJack!ā€ I squealed as his fingers moved a little deeper. My face was flushed, and not just from the heat of the water in the shower. ā€œThatā€™sā€¦thatā€™s nasty!ā€
He chuckled, sliding his other hand between my legs, teasing my clit with one finger just the way he knew I loved. I moaned and arched my back, forgetting about what he was doing in my asshole for the moment.
ā€œDoes it feel nasty?ā€ he asked me, rubbing my clit and fuckingā€”yes, he was fucking my assholeā€”in a slow, easy motion and I was caught wiggling between shame and pleasure.
That first time, shame won out. I pulled away from him and got right out of the shower, drying off and not answering his calls, even when he stuck his head around the curtain.
When we talked about it later that night, as we were falling asleep, I blushed red again, telling him I didnā€™t want to do anything like it, and that if he insisted on pushing it, we could just shower aloneā€”but the threat sounded hollow, even to me.
And it was. It was only a week or so before he did it again, slipping his finger into my asshole as I was bent over in the shower. This time heā€™d waited, getting me fully aroused before beginning his gentle inquiry. That time, I didnā€™t get out of the shower, and he came all over me with his fingers buried deep inside my ass.
The next time, I came so hard my ears were ringing, rubbing my own clit as he fingered my ass and pussy all at once. That time I turned around and sucked him off, as eager to have his cum as he was to give it to me.
The time after that, we crossed into entirely new and frightening territory. I was used to his fingers now, two, sometimes three of them fucking me at once. I liked rocking against him as he fingered my pussy and my ass together, filling me completely.
When he pressed the head of his cock against the tight ring of my asshole, however, thatā€™s where I drew the line. Again, I hurried out of the shower right away, dried off and ignored him for the rest of the morning, no matter what he said. It wasnā€™t until late that night, the darkness providing enough cover for my shame, that I told him how scared I was, and he held me and rocked me and told me how much he loved me.
And thatā€™s how I got hereā€”my ass in the air, my cheek resting against the cool sheet, two bottles of K-Y on the bed and Jack kneeling behind me, his cock slick and aimed toward a place I never would have believed I could let him enter.
ā€œWait, wait, wait!ā€ My hands pressed his thighs, my eyes closed tight. The head of his cock positioned right there. I was tense and couldnā€™t seem to let go.
ā€œItā€™s ok, baby.ā€ He just rubbed me there, a familiar feeling. I let myself relax a little, enjoying the feel of his KY-slick fingers stroking my tender flesh.
ā€œOk, ok.ā€ I arched my back, taking a deep breath. I felt him press the head of his cock there again. The tip of him was easy at first as it met my soft, puckered opening, but then his engorged flesh stiffened and strengthened, coming up against a tight band of resistance. ā€œOhhhh wait, wait!ā€
He stopped, but he didnā€™t pull back this time. I felt my own refusal, my whole body a bright red, flashing neon ā€œNo!ā€
ā€œPlay with yourself.ā€ His hands gripped my hips, cock pressed tight against my asshole. He wasnā€™t giving up an inch now.
I reached between my legs, my fingers parting my lips. In spite of my fear, my pussy was swollen, wet, my fingers sliding easily among the delicate folds.
ā€œGod, you have such a beautiful cunt.ā€ His voice was full of lust and I knew he was watching me finger myself. I circled my clit with my index finger, large circles growing smaller, zeroing in at a slow, steady pace. A familiar tingling began between my legs and I lost myself in the sensation, working my fingers faster now, my breath hot against the sheet.
Jack pushed in a little further and I gasped and moaned. ā€œOhhhh no, honey! Wait, wait, please!ā€ I begged him.
ā€œDonā€™t stop touching yourself.ā€ He pushed in a little harder.
I writhed beneath him. ā€œOhhh baby, honey, god, I canā€™t take it! I canā€™t take that much, please!ā€ His cock felt three times its normal size. I felt my body rejecting him, wanting to expel him, find a way out of this. ā€œOhh Jack, oh my god, please!ā€
ā€œItā€™s ok.ā€ He was panting, as if what he was doing required a great deal of effort. I didnā€™t know if it was the holding back or the pushing in. ā€œKeep rubbing your clit.ā€
I did, my fingers a sweet distraction from the hot throbbing steel rod pressing into my behind. ā€œOh please, please, please, please, please.ā€ I was begging him, and I didnā€™t even know what for. Some sort of release?
ā€œJust a little more,ā€ he whispered and I felt a slight pop as my ass opened to accept the entire head of his cock.
ā€œAhhhh god!ā€ I was shaking, my face flushed. ā€œNo more, I canā€™t!ā€
ā€œThat was the hardest part.ā€ His hands stroked my ass, my hips.
My body began to adjust to the feeling of his cock stretching me open in places it wasnā€™t used to being distended. ā€œGo slow. Please. Slow.ā€
ā€œOk.ā€ His voice was a whisper, and he pulled on my hips, giving himself some leverage.
ā€œSlow, slow, slow!ā€ I felt him pressing deeper into meā€”the thin, tight band of flesh that had kept him at bay had now been pushed past, over the swell of him. He had a straight shot toward my center now.
ā€œJack, ohhhh god, itā€™s so much!ā€ I couldnā€™t believe how vast he felt in me.
ā€œCan you take more?ā€ He squeezed my hips, his hands holding me steady.
ā€œYes.ā€ I breathed it into the bed. ā€œYes. Go ahead.ā€ He got himself another inch, maybe two. ā€œWait, wait!ā€
ā€œDoes it hurt?ā€.
I shook my head, panting with the effort to take him into me. ā€œNo. I justā€¦ I have to get used to feeling it. So full.ā€
ā€œMore?ā€ His hips rocked a little.
ā€œYes.ā€ I pressed back against him, aching to feel the saddle of his hips against my ass. ā€œCome on, thatā€™s it. Deeper. Is there more? Yeahhh, I can take it, baby. All the way in me.ā€
Jack moaned as he sank into my flesh, buried now, to the hilt.
ā€œYouā€™re in my ass.ā€ I was filled with wonder. ā€œOh my god.ā€
ā€œIā€™m gonna fuck your ass.ā€ His voice sent a shiver through me.
ā€œOh, honey, easy!ā€ My mind had only just gotten wrapped around the idea of penetrationā€”I hadnā€™t made it to the idea of being fucked yet.
The delicate flesh around my asshole flowered open as he began to pull back, easing almost all the way out of me. I felt the tip of him, the ridge which had felt so impossible, easing out, and then back in.
ā€œSlowwwww.ā€ My thighs shook. ā€œOhh honey, please, please.ā€
He was moving now, in and out of my ass. ā€œOh, itā€™s so tight. Charlie your ass is so tight!ā€
ā€œDo you like it?ā€ I pressed back against him, feeling how hard he was inside of me. ā€œDo you like fucking my ass?ā€
He groaned, driving harder against me, and I met his thrust, rocking back. I loved the feel of him grinding into me, the sound of his grunts and moans. His lust, his pleasure, sent me soaring, and my fingers moving faster and faster over my clit.
ā€œHarder,ā€ I whimpered, my fingers wet and slick with my juices as I circled my clit. ā€œOhh, please, fuck me harder!ā€
He did, his balls slapping against my pussy, his fingers using the bones of my pelvis like handle grips, pulling me back to him again and again. I loved feeling him ram into me with such force, with a slick, wild abandon that left me panting and moaning.
ā€œOh, fuck my ass!ā€ I felt my orgasm building, his cock a driving force against my ass, my fingers working my clit for all I was worth. ā€œI want you to come in my ass!ā€
He groaned at the words, and I felt him beginning to let go, his movements filled with purpose and longing now, heading toward an ecstatic finish line.
ā€œOooo baby, youā€™re gonna make me come!ā€ I arched my back and buried my fingers in my pussy as I shuddered with it, my thumb still rubbing on my clit, sending sweet waves through my body as I bucked and writhed beneath him.
He was just behind me, sliding me forward onto the bed, my knees collapsing as he plunged into my ass with all of his weight. His whole body quivered against the length of mine, his cock a throbbing wet pulse as he spilled waves of his cum into my depths.
When I was later tucked against him, my bottom still throbbing, I didnā€™t wonder anymore how I got there as he petted me and held me and kissed my forehead, still flushed and sweat-dampened. For once, I didnā€™t feel rushed or out of time. As I looked back at our journey toward that moment, I knew just how I got thereā€”and I was filled with him and felt complete.

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Wednesday

I felt like writing something dirty; I have had a few drinks and this is the first I have seriously written in a very long time so bear with me, I want to get to the good bits, damn it. Maybe I’ll edit sober one day (thatā€™s a joke).

Trained Step Sister pt.2

First, let me apologize for taking so long to revisit this story. I really struggled with certain aspects of it, and had to set it aside to finish the Chris and Christie series. After some time away, I think that I’ve come back with a better handle on the characters involved.
Last we left off, Allison has started acting in a very possessive way towards Mark, after several weeks of pretending to be an unwilling participant in their sexual acts.
Mark awakened the next morning to Allisonā€™s mouth on his cock. He looked down at her in shock. She had never initiated sexual contact between the two of them previously; this was a whole new thing.
She looked up to see him staring down at her incredulously and gave she him a sultry stare as she pushed herself up on all fours and really started getting into it. She was naked and swinging her hips around in a slow circle while she pumped her arms up and down, swallowing his cock on each downstroke. Holy shit. Mark thought. She is one sexy bitch.
He was mesmerized by the sight of her heart shaped ass tracing a hypnotic pattern through the air.
Allison grinned; she knew that she had him exactly where she wanted him. As he clenched his teeth and dropped his head back on his pillow, she let his cock drop free from her mouth, hopped off the bed, and sauntered out of the room.What the fuck????? Mark thought in frustration. Then it dawned on him, Allison was back to her old tricks, trying to provoke him. He calmed himself down, trying to get his erection to go away, but he knew that it was no use.
He hopped up and pulled on some underwear before heading to the kitchen. Allison was there, stark naked, finishing her breakfast.
ā€œWhat took you so long? Your food got cold.ā€ She went to the counter and grabbed his plate, bringing it towards the table when she dropped it. The plate broke on the floor, leaving a mess of bacon and eggs splattered across the kitchen.
ā€œOopps.ā€ She said with a mischievous smile. ā€œAnd that was the last of the food. Looks like you go hungry.ā€
Mark stared at her impassively. ā€œYou better clean that up.ā€
ā€œWhy? It was your food.ā€
ā€œThen itā€™ll stay there.ā€ He replied, and went to the pantry, finding some Pop-Tarts.
Allison pouted at his back. He wasnā€™t playing along, this wasnā€™t fun.
As Mark busied himself at the pantry, he grinned to himself. Alison was going to have to do a lot better than that. At least she wasnā€™t trying to kiss him, or do any girlfriend-type stuff. That had seriously freaked him out. As he turned back around, he was treated to quite a sight: Allison was down on all floors, cleaning up the mess she had made with her ass saucily tilted towards him, displaying her pussy and her asshole. As she worked on the floor, she made sure to accentuate her movements so that he couldnā€™t help but be drawn to her.
Mark steeled himself and exited the kitchen, finishing his food.
Allison heard him leave, and gritted her teeth in frustration. What the hell was he doing? She had left him with a huge boner, she could still see it when he came into the kitchen! She decided that some direct action was necessary.
When she finished cleaning up the mess, she headed to his bedroom. He was in the shower, with his work clothes laid out on the bed. She smiled and reached down between her legs and started playing with herself.
When Mark hopped out of the shower, he checked his watch. Running a little bit late, shit. He hurriedly finished brushing his teeth and headed out to his bedroom, where he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on before heading out the door. As he was driving to work, he noticed something odd.
What the hell was that smell? It was ā€¦ him???? No, his shirt. He grabbed it and pulled it up towards his nose and took a deep whiff. What the hell? It smelled like ā€¦ he could recognize Allisonā€™s body lotion, and ā€¦ pussy?Holy shit. What did she do?????
He grabbed his phone and called her.
ā€œYes???ā€ She was asking for it for sure, that little innocent tone, hinting at a bit of naughtiness.
ā€œAllison, is there something wrong with our washing machine? My clothes smell funny.ā€
She giggled on the other end of the line. ā€œCheck your camera.ā€ And she hung up.
Mark scrolled through his phone and pulled up his camera feature. Sure enough, there was a new video, shot that morning.
As Mark pressed play, he almost swerved into oncoming traffic.
On the screen was a bald pussy. A pair of fingers came into view, and began dipping into the pussy, spreading itsā€™ juices all along the outer lips. Then a white shirt appeared on the screen, and was rubbed along the pussy. After about 30 seconds, the angle changed, and he could see Allisonā€™s face on the screen.
ā€œThink of me at work today.ā€ She said, and blew a kiss at the screen.
Mark gritted his teeth and sped along the road, his mind racing.
As soon as he got to work, he raced into the employeeā€™s entrance and checked in just in the nick of time. He was positive that everyone could smell what was on him, but no one seemed to notice anything. The only problem was, Mark could still smell it, and it was getting him aroused.
As he walked to his post, he surprised by Julia walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around him.
ā€œHey!ā€ She exclaimed. ā€œI wanted to say thanks for taking me out last night.ā€ She told him. An odd look crossed her face, and Mark panicked. Oh shit, she can smell Allison.
ā€œYeah, I had a really good time, thanks for going out with me.ā€
She didnā€™t seem to be paying any attention to what he was saying, but was instead peering at him, her face locked in a mask of concentration.
ā€œHang on.ā€ Mark said. He ran to one of the kiddie pools and whipped his shirt off, dipping it into the water and wringing it out. He returned to Julia, pulling the wet shirt back on.
ā€œSorry about that. My step sister sprayed me with her perfume on my way out the door, that smell has been driving me nuts.ā€
Julia smiled at him. ā€œI thought you smelled a little different.ā€ She eyed Markā€™s lean body through the wet shirt. ā€œSo I guess we should have a wet t-shirt contest for the guys. A little equal opportunity eye candy, hmmm?ā€ She raised an eyebrow at him, and Mark grinned. Maybe Julia really could offer him a way out of his mess with Allison.
ā€œWant to do something after work?ā€ He asked her.
ā€œIā€™d like that.ā€ She replied. ā€œSee you then.ā€
Mark spent the rest of the day with a grin on his face. So he had a date with Julia after work, then home to give Allison a good fucking. The best of both worlds.
Since it was the Fourth, the water park closed early and there was a fireworks show. Julia decided that she wanted to hang around and see it, and Mark was agreeable to that idea.
As the show wound down and everyone headed to the exits, Mark took Julia by the hand and led her to the staff locker rooms.
ā€œSo what are we doing in here?ā€ She questioned him, leaning up against the door frame and folding her arms across her chest.
ā€œI just need to grab my stuff. Did you want to grab something to eat?ā€
She grinned at him. ā€œOh, so you didnā€™t have any nasty intentions by bringing me in here?ā€
ā€œDisappointed?ā€ Mark countered.
She smiled and looked down as Mark walked towards her.
ā€œMaybe.ā€ She smiled demurely.
Mark looked her up and down. She was smaller than Allison, and where Allison was a blue eyed blonde, Julia was a Eurasian beauty, half-Thai, and half-Caucasian. Her Thai heritage could be seen in her facial features, dark complexion, and her tiny frame, which sported large boobs that were almost oversized for her small body.
He put his arm around her waist and pulled him towards her, bending down and planting a firm kiss on her lips. She moaned and melted into him, running her slender hands up and down his lean back. One of her hands dipped down to cup his ass, and she pulled him tightly against her, rocking her hips against his leg. His cock was trapped between their bodies, pressed against her stomach. There was no way she could miss his growing erection. She wiggled against him, causing his cock to twitch and she broke off their kiss, laughing.
ā€œNow about that food you promised me.ā€ She said, looking mischievously at him while she lightly ran her fingernails along his shorts, tracing the outline of his cock.
ā€œLetā€™s go.ā€ He said, and took her by the hand to his car. They went to a nearby Chiliā€™s, and Julia smiled at him.
ā€œI would have been satisfied with In-n-Out.ā€ She told him.
ā€œHey, Iā€™ll remember that for next time.ā€ He told her.
Over dinner, the two of them relaxed and chatted about all sorts of things, but Mark couldnā€™t stop staring at her lips, dreaming about having them wrapped around his cock.
About halfway through dinner, his phone started buzzing.
Allison. He ignored it, but she kept texting and calling, until Julia finally looked down at his phone.
ā€œArenā€™t you going to get that?ā€
ā€œNaw, itā€™s juts my step-sister. Sheā€™s being a pain in the ass.ā€
ā€œWell maybe itā€™s an emergency.ā€ Julia reasoned.
ā€œFat chance.ā€ Mark replied, but he picked his phone up anyway.
ā€œWhatā€™s up?ā€ He asked, a little more harshly than he intended.
ā€œWhen are you coming home? I made dinner.ā€ Allison said.
ā€œIā€™m having dinner with Julia right now.ā€ Mark responded. ā€œIā€™ll be home later.ā€
ā€œBut I made you dinner.ā€ Allison repeated, sounding hurt.
ā€œI didnā€™t ask you to do that, Iā€™ll be home later.ā€
ā€œWhen?ā€ Allison asked.
ā€œLater. Now leave me alone.ā€ And he hung up on her, looking annoyed.
ā€œThat wasnā€™t very nice.ā€ Julia said across the table.
Mark shook his head, irritated. Shit, Allison is really getting on my nerves.
ā€œSheā€™s just being a brat. Sheā€™s always like that.ā€
ā€œDo you have a picture of her?ā€ Julia asked.
Mark scrolled through his photos to one of Allison, and passed his phone across to her.
Juliaā€™s eyes widened. ā€œWow, sheā€™s gorgeous.ā€ Something about the way she said it caught Markā€™s attention. He took a closer look at Julia.
Her lips were slightly parted, and he could see her run her tongue across her teeth. Her cheeks were a little flushed, and her breathing seemed to have quickened.Interesting ā€¦
He reached across the table and took his phone back.
ā€œEasy girl. It almost looks like youā€™d rather be out with her than with me.ā€
Julia laughed. ā€œHey, I like hot girls.ā€
ā€œReally?ā€ Marksā€™ interest was piqued. ā€œHow much do you like them?ā€
Julia grinned. ā€œItā€™s college, everyone experiments.ā€
Mark grinned wolfishly. Julia was a year older than him, and attended the local university from out of state. She had a luxury apartment off campus, and drove an expensive SUV. Mark had her down as a trust-fund princess, who would never have to work a day in her life, pursuing her Mrs. Degree in college.
It seemed that she was also pursuing a few other things.
Their conversation during dinner took on a more sexual bent, and by the end, Mark was straining to keep his erection from bursting through his shorts.
There was nothing overt about what Julia said, but her sly double entendres couldnā€™t be missed.
As they headed back to the water park to pick up her SUV, she turned to him.
ā€œI think I left something in my locker, do you mind coming in with me to get it? I donā€™t like being out at night alone.ā€
Mark looked around. The parking lot was dark and deserted, definitely not a place that she should be by herself.
ā€œSure, no problem. Better safe than sorry.ā€
They unlocked the gate and headed back into the employee locker area. The female section was partitioned off from the menā€™s, but they both shared an expansive entry way. Mark waited just inside the door frame as she headed back deeper into the locker room. He waited for several minutes, and when she didnā€™t reappear, he wandered in after her, calling her name. As he neared the lockers, she answered him.
ā€œComing, took me a minute to find it in the dark.ā€
Mark leaned against the doorway, and she turned sideways to squeeze past him, pushing her ass up against his groin as she did so. He took advantage of the opportunity to wrap his hands around her waist and pull her in tight to his body, leaning down to kiss her neck. She sighed and tilted her head back, giving him more access, and he began tracing kisses down to the nape of her neck. His hand reached up to her large breasts, cupping and lifting them, as her hand worked its way back to his groin, and started massaging his cock through his shorts. After several minutes of this, he brought his hands down to her crotch and began rubbing his hands up and down there, pushing her ass back against his groin. She turned to face him and pulled his head down to hers to share a long kiss. When she leaned back, her eyes drifted down and she looked away.
ā€œItā€™s getting late, we should be going.ā€
ā€œStay for just a little longer.ā€ Mark pleaded with her.
She smiled demurely and protested. ā€œI have to go ā€¦ā€
Mark leaned down and kissed her again while grinding his hips against hers. ā€œJust a little while longer.ā€
She returned his kiss and was soon humping her hips up against him, her hands trailing down to his ass and pulling him tightly against her.
As Mark placed his hand on her ass, he decided to push things a little, and tried slipping his hand down the back of her shorts. Julia stiffened a bit, but soon started swaying her hips back and forth, while Mark enjoyed the warmth of her soft ass in the palm of his hand.
She eventually pushed him back away from her, and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand out of her shorts and off of her ass.
ā€œOkay, I really need to get going. Thanks for dinner. Can you walk me out?ā€
Mark adjusted his shorts, trying to hide his raging erection, but he soon gave up.
ā€œYeah, letā€™s go.ā€ He muttered, and began walking out.
As they got to her Escalade, she turned to face him.
ā€œMark, I really like you, but what happened tonight canā€™t happen again. I hope you understand.ā€
ā€œOf course.ā€ Mark said, trying to act the gentleman, despite his desire to mount her right there in the parking lot.
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and climbed into her SUV.
As soon as she pulled away, Mark was in his car and headed home. Allison was going to get a real good fucking tonight ā€¦
As Mark headed home, he took a look at his phone. Allison had called three more times, and sent several texts.
He called her back, and she answered on the first ring.
ā€œWhere have you been?!?!?ā€ She demanded angrily.
ā€œI told you, having dinner with Julia.ā€
ā€œThis entire time??? Iā€™m not stupid Mark, you were fucking her, werenā€™t you?!?ā€
ā€œThatā€™s none of your business.ā€
Allison switched gears, her voice taking on a pleading tone. ā€œMom and dad are coming home tomorrow; I wanted to spend time with you.ā€
ā€œAnd Iā€™m on my way home right now.ā€
Allison switched gears on him once again, her voice changing to a snarl. ā€œBe sure and wash that whore off of you first!ā€ And she hung up.
Mark was troubled by her behavior. Allison was either the worldā€™s best actress, or she was falling for him.She could just be bat-shit crazy. He thought to himself as he pulled into the driveway.
Taped to the front door was a note that read: Your dinner is on the table.Shit, Iā€™m not hungry. Mark thought to himself. And sheā€™s probably going to throw a fit if I donā€™t eat. Allisonā€™s behavior was getting tiring. It was too difficult trying to sort out what was real, and what was staged for his benefit. Even under normal circumstances, Allison was a brat. He was tempted to just tell Allison that it was over, but how would she react? She could easily claim that he had been raping her, and that wasnā€™t a chance that Mark was willing to take. Plus, he had a raging boner that Julia had left him with, and Allison was the perfect solution.
He sighed and entered the doorway, heading for the kitchen. Finding it empty, he went to the dining room, and was greeted by quite a sight: their large dining room table was lit by a single bulb in the overhead lighting, which cast a soft glow on just the half of the table facing him. In that soft pool of warm light lay Allison. Her legs were encased in white stockings, and she wore white high heels, with nothing else. Her knees were pulled back and spread out to the sides of her body, exposing her glistening pussy, which she worked with both hands. One hand was rubbing her clit, while the other dipped in and out of her hole, her fingers coated with her juices.
Mark paused and took in the sight. Allison was a beautiful young woman, and to see her in this display of naked glory was enough to supercharge the libido of any red-blooded male. And quite a few females too. Mark thought as he briefly wondered what Julia would make of this spectacle.
He walked towards the table, and could see the rest of Allisonā€™s body bathed in the soft light. Her C cup breasts spilled to the sides of her chest, her bright pink nipples jutting out from her silver-dollar sized areolas. She had done her hair in a fancy upswept design, and her body was lightly dusted with body glitter. Sheā€™d fit right in at any of the upscale menā€™s clubs. Mark thought to himself, briefly wondering if his step-sister had a future as a stripper.
He found himself thinking of her Senior Prom, and wondered if she had fucked her date. If she had, that kid was incredibly lucky. After being left high and dry by Julia, Markā€™s cock was straining for release, but he knew that he had to play this cool, and make Allison work for it.
ā€œI thought you said my dinner was on the table, Allison. I donā€™t see anything worth eating.ā€
She moaned in response. ā€œYou know you want it. You canā€™t resist it. Look.ā€ She straightened her legs and placed her hands on the inside of her thighs, drawing them in towards her pussy before she spread her pussy lips wide open for him, showing him her hole. ā€œAll this is here for you, just waiting for you to fill it up.ā€
Mark ran his hands along Allisonā€™s legs, making her shudder.
ā€œHave you cleaned yourself up?ā€ she asked him. ā€œI donā€™t want any trace of that slut in the house.ā€
Mark grinned as he stepped forward between Allisonā€™s legs. Her eyes were closed, and she had a blissful look on her face as she continued playing with herself while he traced his fingertips along her thighs.
He undid his shorts and let them fall to the floor before pushing himself balls deep into Allisonā€™s pussy on his first stroke.
ā€œI didnā€™t wash at all. She came all over me. Her cum is still on my cock, and now itā€™s inside you.ā€
As she moaned with satisfaction, Mark smiled and began taunting her.
ā€œShit Allison, after what she did to me tonight, why am I even wasting my time with you?ā€ He stopped pumping and stood still, folding his arms across his chest.
ā€œProve to me that youā€™re worth it. Get me off, right now.ā€
Allison looked up at him, perplexed. ā€œWhat? What do you mean?ā€
ā€œI mean make me cum. Now. You have five minutes.ā€ Mark looked at his watch and started the timer.
ā€œAre you kidding me?ā€ She asked. She was expecting him to come home and fuck her brains out, not to be made to do all the work.
ā€œ4 minutes, 50 seconds. If I donā€™t cum, then you donā€™t either.ā€
She started to back away from him to switch into a position that allowed her greater control, but he stopped her.
ā€œFrom where you are right now.ā€
Allisonā€™s eyes grew wide, and she began frantically bouncing her hips up towards him, while grabbing his ass in her hands, pulling him deep inside her. Mark enjoyed watching her breasts bounce wildly around as she pushed herself against him.
Allisonā€™s face was locked in a grimace of concentration as she arched her hips up and down. This position was a difficult one for her, her legs were hanging off the end of the table and her ass was starting to get sore from pushing her hips up and down. Mark just stood there with his closed, his face impassive and his arms folded across his chest.
Allison didnā€™t know how hard he was working to keep from cumming. Julia had left him high and dry, so he was primed and ready from the time he walked in the door. The mere sight of Allison lying nude on the table had him leaking pre-cum.
The two of them were engaged in a battle of wills, Allison trying her hardest to make him cum, and Mark doing his absolute best to hold back.
Finally, his timer beeped, and Mark opened his eyes. Allison fell flat on the table, exhausted. Her hair was disheveled and her face was flushed from exhaustion. Sweat glistened on her chest, and her breasts heaved up and down in time with her ragged breathing. Mark shook his head in disappointment and looked down at her sadly.
ā€œYou couldnā€™t even make me cum. You had just one thing to do, and you couldnā€™t do that right.ā€ He shook his head, sighing in resignation. ā€œI donā€™t know why I waste my time with you, when Julia is so much hotter.ā€
Allisonā€™s pushed herself up off the table, slapping Mark across the face. He stared at her in shock and disbelief.
ā€œFuck you, Mark!ā€ She hissed at him, her eyes flashing with anger.
He stared at her for a moment before he wrapped both his hands around her neck, and began jackhammering into her pussy.
Allison shrieked, and then started groaning as Mark tightened his grip. When her face started turning red, he released her throat, and she collapsed back on the table. He placed his hands on the tops of her thighs, and started pulling her into his powerful thrusts. Her round breasts jiggled up and down, and her face had an expression of ecstasy. It wasnā€™t long before Mark could feel himself on the edge. He wasnā€™t worried about getting Allison pregnant, her mom had put her on birth control a couple of years earlier to help clear up her complexion, but he wanted something different tonight.
He pulled out of her and started working his hand up and down his shaft. Allison opened her eyes and looked up at him just as his first blast exploded out of his cock and hit her square in the face. Her expression was priceless, and Mark grinned to himself as his next bursts of semen landed on her tits and stomach.
ā€œClean yourself off, you look disgusting.ā€ He said, and he turned and walked away.
He showered and climbed into bed, thinking about how much longer Julia was going to hold out on him. He figured that the famous ā€œthree date ruleā€ wasnā€™t going to apply with her. As he was drifting off to sleep, he heard Allisonā€™s voice.
ā€œYou were mean.ā€
He looked up to see her standing next to his bed, her arms folded across her chest and staring down at him.
ā€œWhat?ā€ He said blearily.
ā€œYou were mean tonight.ā€ She repeated, and looked away. ā€œI didnā€™t like it.ā€
Mark remained silent, unsure of what to say. Allison eventually filled the uncomfortable silence. ā€œWhat you said hurt my feelings. Donā€™t do it again.ā€ And she climbed into the bed with him, but stayed as far away from him as she physically could.
Mark was puzzled. She was okay with all the abuse he had given her so far, but something he had said hurt her feelings, and that wasnā€™t okay? He fell asleep more confused by her behavior than ever.
Mark awoke the next morning with Allison by his side. He rolled over and headed to the bathroom. As he finished emptying his bladder, he looked down to realize that he had a serious case of morning wood. He looked back out to his bed, where Allison was still sleeping. She was wearing a nightie that came down just below her ass, with a pair of panties that accentuated her delectable derriere.
Mark glanced down at his hard on.
Why not? He thought to himself. Their parents would be returning today, he didnā€™t know when heā€™d get a chance to fuck Allison again, and Julia was making him jump though hoops to get into her pants. He looked around the bathroom before settling on a jar of Vaseline. Not ideal, but it was the best he had. He scooped some out of the jar and ran it up and down his cock before walking out to the bed. He pulled Allisonā€™s panties down, and pushed some of the Vaseline into her asshole. She stirred a little, and Mark climbed onto the bed behind her, placing the head of his cock at her sphincter.
He pushed forward, and his cockhead, aided by the greasy lubricant, popped right through. He rolled Allison onto her stomach, positioned himself on top of her, and began pumping in and out of her clenching asshole for all he was worth. It didnā€™t take long for her to awake.
ā€œYou sick fuck.ā€ Allison moaned sleepily. ā€œRaping your sister in her ass while sheā€™s sleeping.ā€
ā€œStep-sister.ā€ Mark corrected. ā€œAnd you canā€™t rape the willing.ā€
He secured her arms behind her head in a half-nelson, and buried his dick deep in her bowels.
ā€œUhhh, uhhh, uhhh!!!ā€ Allison was really getting worked over, and it had her little pussy boiling.
ā€œEven if I hadnā€™t done this, youā€™d be climbing on top of me, wouldnā€™t you Allison?ā€
She shook her head no, but Mark knew the truth. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back as she shrieked in pain and pleasure.
ā€œTell the truth Allison, youā€™d have climbed on top of me, wouldnā€™t you?ā€
Allison couldnā€™t take it and cried out. ā€œYes! Yes!ā€
ā€œAnd why is that Allison? What would make you mount my cock?ā€
Allison remained silent, and Mark shoved a little deeper on his next stroke, making her cry out.
ā€œSay it, Allison.ā€
ā€œIā€™m a whore.ā€ She moaned. Mark grinned to himself and started rolling his hips, planting his dick as deeply into her as he could, making her shriek every time he bottomed out in her ass.
ā€œIā€™m a whore!! Iā€™m a whore!! Iā€™m a whore!! Iā€™m a whore!!ā€ She cried in time with his thrusts.
Mark enjoyed the feeling of control he had over Allison in this position, but it also limited his movement. He lay flat on Allisonā€™s back, leaned his head next to hers, and concentrated on bouncing his hips up and down off of her ass cheeks. He was only able to pull back a few inches while still maintaining his hold, but he still thrust into her with everything he had.
She shrieked and moaned at the abuse he was dealing out to her tiny asshole, crying and whimpering as he savagely pounded into her.
After several minutes, he released his hold on her arms, placed his hands on either side of her head, and pushed himself up onto his arms. This position gave him a little more leverage, and he took full advantage of it, pulling back until just the head of his cock was still inside her, and then thrusting forward with all his might. After just a few of these strokes, Mark threw his head back and shouted, coating Allisonā€™s colon with his jizz. Allison screamed loud enough to bring the house down around their ears as she felt Mark explode inside her ass. She could never actually feel him cum when he was in her pussy, but when he came in her ass, she could feel everything.
Mark fell over on his side, spent, and Allison curled up in a little ball before pushing herself up out of bed and limping to the doorway. She looked back at him, splayed out and exhausted.
ā€œYou could never fuck that whore the way that you fuck me. Donā€™t you ever say that Iā€™m not hot.ā€ And she walked out of the room.
Mark chuckled to himself and headed for the shower.
The rest of the day, Mark busied himself with cleaning the house, making sure to erase all traces of what he and Allison had been up to. No way was he letting her mom wash their sheets, God only knew what evidence they had left behind.
Allison finally reappeared as the sheets were in the dryer. She sat down gingerly with a thoughtful smile on her face.
ā€œWhat time will they be back?ā€
ā€œIā€™m not sure.ā€ Mark replied. He reached into the freezer for an ice pack and passed it to her.
ā€œThank you.ā€ She said, as she rolled a hip up and reached under her robe, placing the ice pack onto her abused anus.
She looked at him hopefully. ā€œDo you think that weā€™ll have time ā€¦?ā€
He looked away. ā€œI donā€™t want to take that chance.ā€
Allison had a pout on her face, so Mark sighed to himself and tried to reason with her.
ā€œAllison, I donā€™t even want to think about what would happen if they found out about the two of us, especially not if they walked in on us. And as loud as you get, I donā€™t think weā€™d hear them getting home. Hell, a marching band could go through, and weā€™d never hear it.ā€
Allison still wasnā€™t satisfied, but she at least seemed to accept his answer.
ā€œIā€™m going to go lay out.ā€ She announced.
ā€œNot in what you wore the other day.ā€ Mark said. ā€œYour mom would have a heart attack if she saw you in that.ā€
Allison smiled and headed to her room as Mark continued to clean up. After twenty minutes he was back in his room playing video games.
He texted Julia, thanking her for the previous night, making sure to keep his chances with her still alive, even if she was trying to avoid getting physical with him.
Not long after that, his phone rang. Julia.
ā€œHey, whatā€™s up?ā€
ā€œNothing. I just wanted to say thanks again for dinner.ā€
ā€œNo problem. I was hoping to do it again soon. Maybe In-n-Out next time?ā€ He suggested.
She laughed at that. ā€œYeah, I could for that. See you at work tomorrow.ā€
ā€œSee ya.ā€ Mark said, and hung up.
So they had managed to avoid the awkward conversation about how their date had ended, that was a good sign. Maybe he had a chance of getting into her pants after all ā€¦
His phone beeped with a text from Julia.You still arenā€™t going to get what you want.
Shit. Oh well, at least Allison was still available.
His phone rang again, this time from their parents. Mark spoke briefly with them, and headed outside.
At least Allison had not worn the child sized bikini from the other day. Instead, she was wearing a pair of Aviator sunglasses, and nothing else. The top half of her lounge was tilted up at a 45 degree angle, allowing her to catch the suns rayā€™s to maximum affect. It also allowed her breasts to hang at just the right angle to maximize their size. Mark grinned to himself as he walked towards her. As he stood in her sun, she shaded her face and cocked an eye at him.
ā€œYes?ā€
ā€œYour mom just called. Theyā€™ll be back in an hour.ā€
He dropped his shorts and straddled her chest.
ā€œGet to sucking.ā€ He said, his cock bobbing directly in front of her face. Allison had given up all pretense of being forced to participate in their sexual encounters; she merely opened her mouth wide and took him in as deep as she could. Mark placed his hands on the top of the lounge and steadied himself while Allison bobbed her head back and forth on his shaft. She placed her hands on his ass and started pulling herself as far as she could onto him. As his cock bounced against the back of her mouth, Allison tried to relax her throat muscles enough to take him in, but she was unable to do it. After several failed attempts, Mark smirked down at her.
ā€œJulia was able to deep throat me on the first try.ā€ He taunted her.
Allison slapped his ass with one of her hands as she pulled her mouth back off of his dick and glared up at him.
ā€œWatch it.ā€ She warned him.
Mark grabbed her face in his hands and forced her mouth open before stuffing his cock back into it and jabbing hard against her throat.
ā€œWho gave you permission to speak, whore? Your mouth is only to be used for sucking my cock.ā€
He pushed her head back against the lounge, and began insistently pushing his dick as far into her mouth as he could. Allison began gagging, and was afraid that she was about to throw up when suddenly her epiglottis closed, and his dick was down her throat. He kept it there for several seconds, and when Allison started to choke, he pulled back out.
She looked up at him and smiled, then descended back down on his cock, taking him all the way in, her nose pushed into his pubic hair. She repeated this several times while Mark looked down, enjoying the visual it presented him, and it wasnā€™t long before Allison had him ready to cum. Without warning, he began sending streams of semen down her throat and into her stomach, grunting as Allison moaned. She let his dick slide free of her mouth and looked up at him with a pout.
ā€œI didnā€™t get to cum.ā€
ā€œWho cares?ā€ Mark asked rhetorically as he climbed off of her and began pulling his shorts back up.
ā€œMmmaaAAAaaarrrrrrrkk.ā€ She whined at him as he turned to go inside. ā€œYou canā€™t leave me like this.ā€
He turned back and smirked at her. ā€œWatch me.ā€ And walked back inside.
ā€œAsshole!!ā€ Allison shouted at him as he laughed to himself. He knew he was playing a dangerous game with her, but he was determined to remain in control.

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The Last White Hope(Chapter 1)

This a fictional story about becoming President of our country. It sort of parallels our history and time line.
Chapter one is about developing the main character
Some background information on me before I get too far into the story.
My name is Stewart Thomas Whitteman. I go by my middle name, and everyone calls me Tom. I hate the name Stewart. It was my motherā€™s favorite uncleā€™s name. I was born on May 5, 1955. I am 6′ 2″ tall, weight 210 pounds, have brown hair and eyes. I work out regularly, keeping myself in good shape. I lived in Kalamazoo Michigan. I went to school there, and onto college at Western Michigan, which is in Kalamazoo. I got a degree in Business Management. Our family has a small general contracting company. We do a lot of work at the college, working for the larger general contractors, doing work on remodeling building interiors. I plan on working for the company. I would make me the third generation to be involved with the business.
Not a whole lot of excitement happened in my life. It was quite routine and boring. I married my high school sweetheart, and we had one daughter. Got divorced within a couple of years, and in a year or so after the divorce she was killed in a car crash. I then got custody of my daughter. A few years after my first wife died, I married Joyce, she was six years older than I. She had three children and we had one together, giving us a total of five children. Our youngest was a boy called Thomas Stewart Whitteman. I was living the life of an average middle class American citizen.
It was Thursday, the last day of March. The year was 2005. I would be turning 50 in a couple of months. Our financial year ends today, and I was sitting in my office chatting with dad about how the year went, when a man walks into the office dressed in a suit and tie.
ā€œI am here to see Stewart Thomas Whitteman.ā€ He stated.
ā€œI am Stewart, but please call me Tom, wonā€™t you have a seat.ā€ I replied to him, as I introduced my dad to him, as dad was getting up to leave.
ā€œWhy donā€™t you stay Mr. Whitteman, and listen to what I have to say, so I wonā€™t have to repeat myself twice?ā€ He said to dad.
ā€œI am Jordan Johnson, of the law firm of Johnson, Meyers, and Johnson.ā€ He introduced himself, as he handed both dad and me his business card.
ā€œIt seemed back in the depression. Your grandfather lent a considerable sum of money to a young man to help him keep his business going in Florida. That man died and his son took over. The son has just recently passed away, and leaves no immediate heirs to the estate. You Stewart are mentioned in the will. The reading of the will is Monday, April 4. ā€œ he said, as he finished with his story.
Shit I was wondering if this was some kind of an April foolā€™s joke, being played on me.
ā€œWhere is the will being read, and what time?ā€ I asked him.
ā€œAt our law office, in Miami Florida, at 10:00 a.m.ā€ He replied to my question.
ā€œWhy donā€™t you check my story out? I have some things to do today, and I am staying at the Holiday Inn Hotel. Give me a call on my cell phone, it is on my business card, before I leave tomorrow late morning.ā€ He said to both of us.
After he left, dad and I discussed what he said in length. I decided to call the company attorney, and have him checked out this story.
ā€œYa Rich, this is Tom, do you have a few minutes?ā€ I asked him. I explained what had happen, and faxed over the business card of Mr. Johnson.
ā€œI will check this out right away for you, and let you know just what I find out.ā€ He replied to me.
A few hours later Rich calls me back.
ā€œEverything appears as what it is, Mr. Johnson law firm is top notch, and so is he, they do have that client he referred to. If I were you, I would go down for the reading. What do you have to lose?ā€ He said to me. We talked alittle more about it, and said our goodbyes.
I called the airlines and made a reservation for Sunday afternoon. I will take the puddle jumper to Oā€hare, and United to Miami. The same for coming back on Tuesday afternoon.
I called Mr. Johnson on his cell. ā€œHi Mr. Johnson, this is Tom Whitteman. I have made flight arrangements to fly to Miami Sunday afternoon.ā€ I told him.
ā€œGood Good, I will get you a hotel room. I will have someone meet you at the airport, and take you to your room. We will have that same person pick you up Monday morning, and take you to our law office.ā€ He said. We talked alittle bit longer, and said our goodbyes.
The flights were good and on time, I got into Miami around 5:00 p.m. There was a very pretty young lady there to meet me. ā€œHi my name is Lynn, and I work for Mr. Johnson at the law firm.ā€ She said to me. By the time we got out of the airport, and to the hotel is was close to 6:00 p.m.
She dropped me off at my hotel. ā€œI will meet you here in front of the hotel at 9:30 a.m. Monday morning.ā€ She said to me with a very dazzling smile.
ā€œThanks for the ride. I could use some company for dinner if you are interested?ā€ I asked her with a grin on my face.
ā€œThanks, but I need to get home, I have some things that I need to take care of.ā€ She replied back to me.
ā€œOk then I will see you in the morning, and again thanks for the ride.ā€ I said back to her.
I went up to my room and took a shower to wash the trip off me. While in the shower, I jacked off to thoughts of Lynn sucking my cock. I changed clothes and took the elevator down to the lobby. I walked into the bar to get a drink and maybe a sandwich. I was looking around the bar, and then up to the TV to see what was on, when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned and looked right into the smiling face of Lynn, the girl who drove me here.
ā€œMind if I join you for a drink?ā€ She asked me with that same dazzling smile, which seem to light up the bar.
I leaped up and grabbed a chair holding it for her and just nodded to it. I tried to speak, but my tongue was stuck in my throat. Let me try and explain just how beautiful she looks. She had on a navy color womanā€™s business suit. The jacket was open exposing a white blouse, with the top two buttons were undone, showing some of her cleavage. She had bright blue eyes, and honey blonde hair. She is about 5’3″, maybe 100-110 pounds, with a nice figure, probably 34C-24-34. All that was missing were her angel wings.
The waitress came, and we gave her our orders. Lynn order a glass of wine, a house salad, and a club sandwich. I ordered a beer, to go with the house special hamburger, and fries. The drinks came and we toasted each other, and took a drink. We talked about our lives, while we waited for our food to arrive.
She told me about herself. She was 25, and just out of college. She works at the law firm, as a clerk/legal assistant. She is not in any serious relationship right now, because she wants to concentrate on getting her law degree. I told her about my job and family, showed her some pictures of the kids. We chatted some more, and soon our food arrived, and we dug in with gusto. She had two glasses of wine to my one bottle of beer. She was giggling a lot more, and it seems like a third button was undone on her blouse, when she came back from the bathroom.
Although I have never cheated on my wife, I have had sex with other women, as my wife is bisexual, and likes to have a third woman join us from time to time. Usually she sets this up at a hotel with different friends. Then tells me to show up at a certain time, making sure that I have a key to the room.
As I helped Lynn up from her chair, she suggested we go up to my room. All I could see were two-thirds of her tits, and my mind was in a fog. We got into the elevator. We kissed, and I played with her tits as elevator went up to my floor. When we got to my floor, I had her tits hanging out of her bra. She covered up with her jacket, as we walked to my room.
As soon as I had the door closed and locked, clothes were flying everywhere. We ripped the covers off the bed and climbed aboard, with our lips locked together. She was a wild one, who loves pain with her sex. For a professional woman, she is a nasty talker during sex.
I was not sure, but she had her tongue so deep in my mouth, I think that she may have hit my Adamā€™s apple. While we were in a deep and passionate kiss, my hands were massaging her boobs. I gently pinched her nipples. She has the nicest tits, her areolas were the perfect size, and her nipples stood out proud and plump.
ā€œDo that fucking harder.ā€ She cooed into my ear.
I squeezed her tits so hard, you could see my finger tips marks on her breast. I twisted her nipples so severe. I was sure she was going to cry out in pain.
ā€œOOOOhhhh shit, that feels so fucking good.ā€ She moaned into my mouth as she kissed me again.
I moved my head down to her tits, and feasted on those delicious nipples. My hand move straight to her pussy, and I inserted a finger into her dripping wet cunt.
ā€œOh yessss rub right there, do it harder, suck on my tits, suck the milk right the fuck out of them, bite them, rub harder, make me fucking cum.ā€ She shrieked at me.
I gave her love bites over both of her breast, and a few hickie marks. I licked her nipples and the bumps on her areolas, I bit her nipple so hard, I though for a second I bit it right off. I had her screaming and wailing in pain and pleasure.
I spun her around and I kneeled on the floor by the edge of the bed and I stuck my face right into her dripping wet pussy, and started to eat her out.
ā€œYes lick my hot pussy, lick it right there, making me cum you fucking bastard.ā€ She shouted at me, as her body starting to shake from an orgasm.
I popped up and flipped her over. ā€œAre you ready for my cock now you bitch?ā€ I asked her with a growl in my voice.
ā€œOHHH yea fuck my pussy, with your big fucking cock.ā€ She groaned at me.
I slammed my cock deep into her soaking wet cunt. I savagely pounded away at her fuck hole. I fucked her fast and hard for a few minutes, as her love juices flowed all over my shaft.
ā€œHow about it bitch, you want to feel this cock up your ass?ā€ I barked at her.
She just grunted back at me.
I took my cock out of her pussy and rubbed it over her star hole, to lube it up with her cum juices. Slowly I started to shove my cock into her anal hole. She fought me for a little bit, but soon she just relaxed, and I slide right into her up to my nuts.
I paused for a moment, to let her get used to the invasion of my cock into her ass hole. Then I started to fuck her ass. As I slammed my cock deep into her ass, I would give her ass cheeks a couple of good slaps. You could see my hand prints on her cheeks from the hard slaps that I gave her.
I had her wailing and swearing into the pillow.
ā€œFuck my ass, slap my cheeks, O goddam I going to cum, shit fuck me harder you son of a bitch.ā€ She screamed at me.
I could feel her whole body tighten up and she began to shake as a massive orgasm wracked through her, as I filled her ass hole with a load of my white hot cum juice. She collapsed in a heap on the bed. As my cock slides out of her ass, she laid their quivering with my cum leaking out of her anal hole. I grabbed her and hauled up into bed with me.
ā€œYou rotten mother fucker my tits hurt from where you bit them, and my pussy is fucking sore from the pounding, and my raped ass hole hurts a whole fucking bunch, you are one goddam mean fucking bastard. My god I have never cumed so hard in my life. What a good fucking lover you are.ā€ She said shrilly to me, as she curled up in my arms and fell right to sleep.
I dreamed of her all night long, and in the morning I dreamed that she was giving me a blow job.
I opened my eyes and realized it was not a dream, she was down at the end of the bed, sucking me off. I laid back and enjoyed the blow job, as she had me buried deep into her throat. I could feel my nuts start to boil and my cum was shooting up my volcano shaft into her waiting mouth. She sucked me dry. Then she crawled up to me, and gave me a kiss, sharing some of my cum with me.
She rolled off me and got dressed while I laid there watching her. Wow how erotic it is to watch, as a naked woman gets dressed.
ā€œThank you I needed that, you are a good fuck, and you have a nice cock(it is 7″ long, 2 Ā½” thick).ā€ She said to me as she finished dressing.
ā€œI am going to go home to shower and change, I will be back here at 9:30 a.m. to pick you up for the reading of the will.ā€ She said to me, as she gave me a quick kiss and flew out the door.

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 5

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Jakob & Jessie: The Next Generation-3

Chapter 1
Jamie and Jordan quickly settled into a routineā€”classes in the morning, lunch at the student union, then either home for sex before studying or stay at the university while Jordan had a lab. They both came to savor the times they spent together making love. They had always enjoyed each otherā€”loved the way they made each other feel, in factā€”but this was different. Both Jordan and Jamie had skated through high school. Yes, they had to study but there was no stressā€”no concern for grades. However, in college there was much more competition and, as both wanted superior grades, there was much more stress. They found early on that nothing dissolved stress better than hot sweaty sex resulting in a searing orgasm. So virtually every afternoon or evening they worked doubly hard to help get the other off big time. They wound up panting and dripping with sweat almost every day. As a result they changed their sheets often. They also showered several times each dayā€”it was necessary to remove the encrusted cum and pussy juice which constantly coated their abdomens, legs, and in some cases faces, breasts, and even backs.
One Thursday afternoon found Jamie in a real funk. Jordan noticed she was really quiet, avoiding conversation, on the short drive home. ā€œOK, Jamie,ā€ he began, ā€œwhatā€™s the problem?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t want to talk about it.ā€
ā€œIf I remember correctly, thatā€™s just about what I said a long time ago, and what did you say to me?ā€ Jamie smiled, but only a little. ā€œWell,ā€ Jordan continued, ā€what did you say to me? Come on.ā€
ā€œI canā€™t help you if you donā€™t tell me.ā€
ā€œRight, and donā€™t you think that goes just as much for you as it does for me? If weā€™re going to live together for the rest of our lives we have to confide in each other and have confidence in each other, donā€™t we?ā€
ā€œYouā€™re right,ā€ Jamie admitted but she went no further. Jordan figured heā€™d wait her out. Eventually she would tell him, and, of course, she did. ā€œIā€™m worried about our future here. If we are open about being in love with each other someone from our high school class is going to take it home with them and then Mom and Dad are sure to find out, and if we donā€™t Iā€™m going to get a lot of unwanted attention from the boys here. We canā€™t win.ā€
ā€œI wouldnā€™t worry too much about it. We knew we would face this when we came to school here and weā€™ll figure out some way to deal with it. Just be patient. Youā€™ll seeā€”itā€™ll work out.ā€
ā€œGod, I hope youā€™re right. But right nowā€¦.ā€
ā€œI knowā€¦me too.ā€ Jordan rose and led her to the bedroom. He turned once there and bent to kiss her. ā€œLet me take care of you today. I think you need something special.ā€ He began to undress Jamie, very slowly letting her garments drop into a pile on the floor. He started with her blouseā€”one tantalizing button at a time, caressing her shoulders lovingly as he bared them, kissing her neck and running his lips and tongue over her skin as he did. Then he unclasped her bra, taking plenty of time to cup, rub, and massage each heavy globe with his hands. He kissed and licked all over each glorious mammary, ending at each nipple where he suckled gently. He moved down to Jamieā€™s stomach kissing his way and licking her navel, tickling her as he did. As he moved down he pulled Jamieā€™s skirt from her body. He was startled to find she was wearing no panties. Looking up, he queried his sister. ā€œI knew youā€™d want to take care of me,ā€ she said, so quietly she could barely be heard. ā€œI wanted to make it a bit easier for you.ā€ Jordan moved her to the bed, knowing that when he licked her cunt she would more than likely become weak legged and fall. Leading with his tongue he flicked at her clitoris eliciting a moan of pleasure. He lowered his head taking his time to kiss and suck her pussy. Jordan started at her puckered hole, repeatedly slurping up her labia removing every tasty droplet of her nectar only to see them replaced by more and more as Jamie was gushing pussy juice. Jordan drank so much it was hard to tell who was servicing whom. Jordan dipped two fingers into her cunt, rubbing her G-spot vigorously. Jamie almost complained when he withdrew them but he switched hands putting the wet ones into her ass and replacing them with two from his other hand. He alternated thrusts driving Jamie wild, screaming in her ecstasy. When she couldnā€™t stand any more he sucked her hard swollen clit into his mouth, nibbling as he did. Jamie shook wildly, thrashing around the bed; she was physically drained, her hair stringy from the sweat that enveloped her body. When Jordan rose to join her she threw her arms around him with what little energy she had remaining and kissed him with all the passion she possessed. ā€œThank you, Jordanā€¦you have no ideaā€¦how much I needed that. I feel better already.ā€ They snuggled together, kissing and caressing each other until it was time to prepare dinner. They studied all evening until it was time for bed.
Jordan had convinced Jamie that everything would work out fine; if only he had convinced himself he would feel better, but he would never let Jamie know of his misgivings.
Chapter 2
They spoke with their parents on the phone every week but got the impression something was amiss. They speculated what it might be. Could their parents be getting a divorce? Noā€”that was ridiculous. Did someone tell them about Jamieā€™s and Jordanā€™s true relationship? That didnā€™t make sense eitherā€”their parents would come to campus instead of calling if they knew. They found the situation frustrating until about ten weeks into the semester when they got their customary Saturday phone call. ā€œJamie, Jordan, I have some important news for you,ā€ their mother began. ā€œActually, thereā€™s two pieces of news. First, youā€™re going to have a new brother or sisterā€”Iā€™m pregnant! And second, your dad is being promoted. Weā€™ll have to move to Colorado where heā€™ll take over the regional office, so I donā€™t think weā€™ll be able to see you during the semester, but think how much fun Christmas will beā€”snow, sledding, and maybe even skiing.ā€ Jamie and Jordan were shocked, but looking at each other they both realized that this was the answer to their prayers. Their parents would be two thousand miles awayā€”far enough that they neednā€™t worry about being exposed. ā€œAre you two still there?ā€ Jessie continued.
ā€œYeah, Mom, weā€™re shocked but thrilled for both you and Dad. When are you moving and when are you having the baby?ā€
ā€œDad will move in two weeks and Iā€™ll follow about a week later after Iā€™ve supervised the movers. His company will have all our stuff packed and moved and unpacked again once weā€™re there. All we have to do is fly there and find a new house. The baby will come in about six monthsā€”just about when youā€™ll be coming home for Spring Break.ā€
ā€œOh, Mom, thatā€™s great,ā€ Jordan chimed in, ā€œItā€™s wonderful for you and Dad.ā€ They ended the conversation elated. They hugged and jumped up and down in their living room. Had anyone been near they would no doubt have thought them bewitched or insaneā€”maybe even both.
The following Monday they walked onto campus like lovers, holding hands and holding each other close. When they separated Jamie grabbed Jordan by the head and kissed him on the lips, a long lingering and extremely hot kiss. A girl she knew from her French class asked incredulously, ā€œIsnā€™t that your brother?ā€ Jamie replied directly, ā€œYes it is, why?ā€ The girl was so taken aback she didnā€™t know what to say so she just turned and walked away dumbfounded. The State University is a big placeā€”really, really big with more than 27,000 students so as it turned out, Jamie and Jordan had no reason to be concerned. They rarely met someone they knew from High School and now that their parents were moving, who cared?
Jamie and Jordan did well on their mid-terms and even better on their final exams. Jordan finished the semester with a 4.0 grade point average and Jamie had a 3.6. Both had made Deanā€™s List. As they prepared to go home for the holidays it was obvious that Jamie was apprehensive. ā€œWhatā€™s the problem, Jamie?ā€ Jordan asked.
ā€œIā€™m just concerned about how things are going to be at our new home. Weā€™re so open with each other here. Weā€™re going to have to be really careful at home nowā€”what we say, how we act, how we react to each other. Plus, weā€™re going to a house we donā€™t even know. What are we going to do if our bedrooms are right next to Mom and Dadā€™s?ā€
ā€œSimple,ā€ Jordan replied. ā€Weā€™re going to have to wait until we return. By then weā€™ll both be so horny weā€™ll probably fuck each other silly on the plane, get arrested by the Feds, and spend the rest of our lives servicing our fellow inmates.ā€ Jamie was not amused. ā€œI donā€™t think I can go for a whole three weeks without you.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t worry, weā€™ll find a way to get away. Maybe weā€™ll go skiing. We know Momā€™s not going, not in her condition and Dad will be at work. If we go for a couple of days, weā€™ll be fine. We can learn to ski during the morning and fuck all afternoon and evening.ā€ Jamieā€™s eyes brightened; her brother always had wonderful ideas. They finished packing and left for the airport. Their flight left at nine p.m.ā€”they picked it deliberately thinking they would be able to play around with each other while the plane was dark and everyone else was sleeping. They had window and aisle seats. Jordan stood aside so Jamie could sit by the window, but she pushed him ahead of her. Jamie had plans for Jordan remembering how he had taken care of her when she was so down. This was her chance to really repay him, but he had to sit by the window for it to work. Jordan threw the flimsy airline blanket onto the floor but Jamie retrieved it. ā€œYouā€™re going to need this,ā€ she told her brother. Jordan gave her a confused look but assumed Jamie knew what she was doingā€”she usually did. There was a beverage service about an hour into the flight and then the lights were dimmed. Jamie spread his blanket over Jordanā€™s lap. Jordan was aghast when he realized Jamieā€™s intent; Jamie smiled devilishly. Jordan could feel her agile hands open his belt and jeans. He felt rather than heard his zipper going down. Jamie took no time removing Jordanā€™s large cock from his boxers. She stroked it lovingly while she looked into Jordanā€™s eyes mouthing ā€œI love you.ā€ Jordan closed his eyes, blocking out all stimuli except the sensation of Jamieā€™s hand moving up and down his hard erection. Because he couldnā€™t see he was startled to feel her tongue sliding up and down his shaft and all around the head. He almost choked in response. When he looked down he could see the outline of Jamieā€™s head under the blanket; she was holding it still so it wasnā€™t so obvious that she was sucking him. He felt a condom as it was rolled down his erection followed by Jamie actively stroking him as her hands gripped him tightly. He shuddered as his orgasm came much sooner than usual probably due to his nervousness and fear of being caught. When he was done Jamie reappeared, secured some paper towels from her purse, removed the condom, and cleaned his deflating cock. She put the towel containing the condom and wrapper into her purse, intent on disposing it when the flight attendant collected trash near the end of the flight. Jordan was sated, but he wanted to reply in kind. He moved the blanket onto Jamieā€™s lap. When she looked startled Jordan merely smiled, whispering in her ear, ā€œWhatā€™s good for the gander is good for the goose.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s not how it goes,ā€ she teased him. In response, Jordan opened her slacks and inserted his hand under the lip of her panties. Jamie tensed as his hand brushed against her labia. He searched for and found her tunnel, inserting a finger repeatedly until she was soaking wet. He rubbed her hot juices all over her pussy concentrating on her clitoris. He rubbed her in small circles, feeling her button swell under his touch. Jamie arched her back and spread her legs, punctuating the movement with a loud gasp. Fortunately, it attracted no attention from the nearby passengers. She jammed her hand over her mouth to ensure her silence as Jordan rapidly brought her to a terrific climax. Jamie shook in her seat until Jordan relented and removed his hand, licking one of his fingers before offering the other to Jamie. She sucked every tangy drop lovingly before she refastened her slacks then leaned across the seat to give Jordan a hot wet kiss. She pulled the blanket up and fell asleep. Jordan closed his eyes but didnā€™t sleep, wondering what he was going to do about his impulsive sister. ā€œOh, well,ā€ he thought, ā€œthatā€™s probably why I love her so much.ā€
Chapter 3
They retrieved their bags and stepped out into the lobby to find their father waiting for them, a smile on his face. He hugged and kissed Jamie, and hugged Jordan before they left for their car. Jordan noticed they had a new car, a Chrysler 300, and asked his dad about it. ā€œCompany car,ā€ Jakob replied. ā€œIt comes with the job, even though I do less driving in this job than I did in the other one. Youā€™ll like Denver. We live about twenty-five miles from the city center. You can drive in pretty easily or take the train. The station is only about ten minutes from our house.ā€
ā€œTell us about the house, Dad,ā€ said Jordan, showing his normal inquisitive nature, although Jamie saw right through him. He wanted to know if theyā€™d be able to fuck in the house or have to make other arrangements.
ā€œItā€™s a big ranch, like our last house but it has a second floorā€¦you knowā€¦an attic that was finished off with two bedrooms and a bath by the previous owner. Thatā€™s where weā€™ll put you two. Youā€™ll both have some privacy there and, besides, Iā€™m using one of the downstairs rooms for a home office and weā€™re getting the other prepared for your soon-to-arrive sister. Oops, I wasnā€™t supposed to tell you that. Your mother is going to be upset.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t worry, Daddy,ā€ Jamie told him. ā€œWeā€™ll act surprised, wonā€™t we, Jordan?ā€
ā€œYeah, Dad, you can count on us.ā€
They drove around the city toward their house. Jamie and Jordan were amazed at all the snow. They had only seen snow twice in their lives, and even then it was only an inch or less. Now, here in Colorado, there seemed to be a foot or more in most places and it was only the second week in December. ā€œWhat would happen by February?ā€ they both thought. After almost an hour they pulled into the driveway. It was just as Jakob had described. It was an ā€œLā€ shaped ranch with the main part of the house facing the street. Perpendicular was the two-car garage on the first floor and windows and dormers on the second indicating the presence of several roomsā€”their rooms. They would be well separated from their parents. Sitting in the back seat, Jamie looked at Jordan mouthing, ā€œYeah!ā€ as she raised her hands for a small fist-pump. Jordan gave no response afraid his father would see and wonder what was going on. They sprang from the car, running up to the door. Jessie opened it just as they reached the steps. After hugs and kisses they retrieved their bags and were shown to their rooms. They were perfect-small, but with plenty of windows and skylights, the ceiling following the angles of the roof rising from approximately four feet of vertical wall. All of their furniture from their old house was here, exactly as it had been. Jamie and Jordan returned to the family room and asked for a tour of the house. The bedrooms were at the other end of the house; their rooms were closest to the kitchen and dining rooms. They would definitely fuck tonightā€”and almost every other night while they were here. Unseen by her parents, Jamie reached forward to stroke Jordanā€™s butt just to let him know what was coming. They retired shortly; even though it was only 10:30, their bodies were still on Eastern Timeā€”two hours later.
They showered and met in Jordanā€™s room, still being careful that their mother not find any semen on her sheets. Jordan lay on his bed, his erection pointing skyward, inviting Jamie to mount him. She straddled his hips and grabbing his cock she rubbed it up and down her slit, moistening it (and herself) in the process, before rubbing her clit with his tip. Satisfied, she pushed it to the entrance of her tight tunnel, eagerly anticipating her daily fucking. ā€œDonā€™t forget,ā€ Jordan reminded her, ā€œyou need to be silent, no matter how hard it is. Weā€™re not home in our cottage where we can scream to our heartā€™s content.ā€ Jamie nodded her assent as she slid down his pole. Silently, she mouthed, ā€œOh, fuck, youā€™re so big tonight and so hard.ā€ Jordan smiled back at her as he thrust deeply into her tight cunt. Jamie leaned forward resting her hands on Jordanā€™s chest as she slowly ground her clit into him. Jamie liked to take it slow sometimes, the better to savor the wonders of having her brother deep within her.
Gradually the heat built within her as she neared orgasm and as it did she increased the pace of her movements, grinding her clit forcefully into her brother. Jordan kept up with her, for his orgasm was echoing hers. Many couples never have simultaneous orgasms. Not so with Jamie and Jordan. Rarely were they more than a few seconds apart, so attuned were they to each other. Suddenly, Jamie arched her back and, had they been in their cottage she would have screamed at the top of her lungs. Instead she was silent, expressing her joy with her facial expressions. Jordan had held back for Jamie and now he too exploded, forcing his semen into her uterus with each dramatic thrust. Drained, they fell together, lying in each otherā€™s arms for many minutes as Jamieā€™s pussy leaked cum. Jamie fell asleep and Jordan let her until he was no longer able to stay awake. Then he roused her and shooed her back to her room. Reluctantly, Jamie left; she was unaccustomed to sleeping alone and she didnā€™t like it. Regretfully, she had no choice. She slipped across the hall totally naked, unaware of the eyes that observed her from the bottom of the stairs.
Chapter 4
When they awoke the following morning they found that it had snowed overnight leaving almost five inches of white powder over the lawn, sidewalk, and driveway. During breakfast Jordan skimmed the manual for Jakobā€™s new snow blower. Certain he knew how to run it he headed to the garage. ā€œHold it,ā€ Jessie yelled. ā€œI planned to give these to you for Christmas but I think youā€™re going to need them now.ā€ She held out down ski jackets for Jordan and Jamie. Jordan took his thanking his mother and left to tackle the job ahead of him. Once he was gone Jessie sat at the table with Jamie. ā€œHowā€™s Jordan?ā€ she asked.
ā€œWhy didnā€™t you ask him when he was in here, Mom?ā€ Jamie replied.
ā€œThatā€™s not what I meant. I wanted to know from you, how was Jordan last night?ā€ Jamie reddened, both embarrassed and upset that her mother apparently knew their secret. ā€œHowā€¦?ā€
ā€œThatā€™s easy Dear, Iā€™ve known about you two for years. I know you were careful, but when you do the laundry you find out a lot about what is going on. Semen on your underwear and nighties was a dead giveaway. It obviously wasnā€™t any of those boys you dated. I assume youā€™ve continued to be intimate at school. Isnā€™t that why you wanted to go to college together?ā€
ā€œPartly,ā€ Jamie told her mom. ā€œThe sex is a big part of it but our relationship is much more than that. We love each other. Noā€¦what I really mean is that we are IN LOVE with each other and we have been since before we became lovers way back in Middle School. We want to be together forever.ā€
ā€œHow are you going to do that? You canā€™t get married. And what about children? Donā€™t you want a family?ā€
ā€œYes, I do, but given the choice between a family and Jordan Iā€™m choosing Jordan every time. Iā€™m sure Jordan will figure it all out. He always does. Uhhā€¦you donā€™t seem too upset, Mom.ā€
ā€œWhat am I going to do? Youā€™re almost adults now and you should be able to make your own decisions, even if I disagree with them. If I forbade you to continue with Jordan what would you do?ā€
ā€œI couldnā€™t live without Jordan, Mom. Giving him up would kill me and I know Jordan feels the same way. Does Dad know?ā€
ā€œNo, I havenā€™t found the way to tell him yet, and I donā€™t know if I ever could. Heā€™s very traditional, you know.ā€
ā€œWell, please donā€™t tell him. Jordan and I will when weā€™re readyā€”during our last year at school.ā€
ā€œYou know, Jamie, you never did answer my questionā€”how is Jordan?ā€
ā€œOh, Mom, heā€™s incredible–everything a woman could hope for in a loverā€¦or a husband. He is the most considerateā€¦patientā€¦lovingā€¦tenderā€¦he is just wonderful, not to mention the smartest person Iā€™ve ever met. Of all the times weā€™ve made love he has never once put himself ahead of me and I always try to do the same for him.ā€
ā€œMay I ask how many times youā€™veā€¦been intimate?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know the exact number, but well over a thousand I would think– weā€™ve been doing it every day since I was in eighth grade and Jordan was in sixthā€”sometimes more than once a day, well, usually more than once a day. We love doing it. We canā€™t get enough of each other and we know weā€™re always there for each other. Jordan picks me up and I try to do the same for him, although it seems he does it for me much more often than the other way around.ā€
ā€œWell, I hope it works out for you. I really do.ā€
Chapter 5
That night when Jamie slipped into Jordanā€™s room she sat on the bed hunched over and looking down rather than jump into it with him. ā€œWhatā€™s up, Jamie?ā€
ā€œMom knows.ā€
ā€œYou mean about us?ā€
ā€œYes, we had a long talk after breakfast when you went out to clear the snow. She asked me how you were last night?ā€
ā€œWhat did you tell her?ā€
ā€œThat you were fantastic, as always. Sheā€™s known about us for years but she hasnā€™t told Dad. I donā€™t think she knows how.ā€
ā€œSo, what do we do?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t think we have to do anything. She understands we have to make our own decisions even if she disagrees with them.ā€
ā€œWell, if thatā€™s the case letā€™s go to your bed. I hate using this tiny bed.ā€ He led Jamie across the hall. This time nobody was watching. More than anything else they wanted to hold each other. They loved feeling each otherā€™s skin, but holding each other always ramped up their internal heat and desire. Soon they were groping each otherā€”Jordan rubbing her breasts and fingering her pussy; Jamie rubbing his balls and gently stroking his growing erectionā€”and kissing with great passion . He started flaccid but as soon as he touched Jamieā€™s soft luxurious skin his cock couldnā€™t help but grow, and grow quickly it did. Rarely had Jordan experienced such an erectionā€”long, thick, and hard as oak. Jamie grinned in her appreciation of the pleasure she was sure to derive from it. Jamie leaned down to service him with her mouth but Jordan pulled her legs over his head so he could return the favor. Jamie swallowed him in a single gulp, using her tongue to press on his shaft as she did. Jordan sucked her pussy into his mouth before tongue fucking her with gusto. In only a few seconds they were going at it with abandon.
They almost forgot their surroundings until Jamie Jumped up holding her finger in front of her mouth in the well known signal for silence. Jordan grabbed her by the waist, twisting her body onto the bed. He lifted her legs driving his cock deep into her hot tight cunt. Jamie loved fucking this wayā€”Jordan always hit her G-spot with every massive thrust of his magnificent cock. Using her vaginal muscles she squeezed Jordanā€™s cock, hoping to increase his pleasure. They rocked together faster and faster and faster; they both tensed as their orgasms struck. Jordan was the first to move, thrusting what seemed like quarts of sticky white cum into his sister. As usual they fell together, holding each other, kissing, and professing their undying love for each other. This time they fell asleep together knowing that their father would be off to work long before they were expected to rise in the morning.
Jessie had breakfast ready for them when they went downstairs in the morning. Sitting with them she asked Jordan, ā€œWell, Jordan, did you do it again last night?ā€
ā€œMom, we do it every night,ā€ Jordan replied, ā€œWe love each other. Didnā€™t Jamie tell you?ā€
ā€œYes, she did, but I wanted to hear it from you. Are you sure this is what you want in life?ā€
ā€œYes, Mom, Iā€™ve loved Jamie forever and Iā€™ve wanted to be with her forever. There is nobody who could compare to her. Sheā€™s beautiful, smart, loving, understanding and just about every other fantastic attribute rolled into one wonderful person.ā€ Jamie leaned across the table to kiss Jordan. It seemed strange to kiss him in front of their mother, but she didnā€™t care. All she lived for was Jordan. When she broke the kiss she spoke to Jessie, ā€œMom, Iā€™ve been thinking–Mandy says she is just like her mother, but sheā€™s really, really wild. I donā€™t think thereā€™s anything she wonā€™t do. But you always seem so straight and conservative. I have trouble seeing you in that kind of relationship.ā€ When Jessie stopped laughing she had to wipe the tears from her eyes. ā€œJamieā€¦ Jordanā€¦ I havenā€™t always been like thisā€”itā€™s the price of being a responsible parent. I think itā€™s time I told you how I captured your father. Your dad wasnā€™t very popular in high school. He lived on Grandpaā€™s farm and he just didnā€™t have much in common with the other students. But my mother told me something about menā€”still waters run deepā€”and the only person I could think of who fit that description was your father. We were on our senior trip when I decided to act. I got on the bus late knowing that nobody would sit with him. We were only on the bus about a half hour when I saw he had a huge erection, I think from sneaking some looks at my body. When I pointed it out to him he blushed so muchā€”it was really cute. I came up with some lame excuse to jerk him off and I swallowed all hisā€¦.ā€
ā€œIn the bus?ā€ Jamie exclaimed.
ā€œYes, in the bus. Your father was mortified and later I borrowed his jacket, put it over my lap and removed my shorts and panties. Then I had him masturbate me.ā€
ā€œMom!ā€ It was Jordan this time. ā€œYes, I know it was brazen and slutty but I had to get his attention. We were both virgins, if you can believe that! I explained why I did it. I rarely dated because all boys wanted to do was grab my boobs. I wanted something more. When we got to the hotel in Orlando Jakob carried my bag to my room and then he was going to leave but I made him stop, come back and fuck me. I know how you two feelā€”it was fantastic. By the time we went home we were engaged.ā€
ā€œMom, four days and you got engaged?ā€
ā€œYou have to realize that we knew each other for twelve yearsā€”all through school. Jakob was too shy to ask me out so I had to take the first step. When we went to State I met Sandy at the Freshman Mixer and we had a lot of fun together. Yes, she did have her first anal through your father, but after a few months she found some sophomore to take care of her. Mandy will do the same if she hasnā€™t already.ā€
Jamie cleared her throat. ā€œIā€™m not so sure of that Mom. She must have had a dozen lovers but she keeps coming back to Jordan, says all the others canā€™t compare, and all she ever wants is anal. I think I created a monster.ā€ They all laughed.
Chapter 6
Jessie suggested they go skiing. ā€œItā€™ll be good for you to be alone again for a few days. Now that weā€™ve spoken about your relationship I can understand what you see in each other. I still donā€™t know that I approve but Iā€™m more accepting.ā€
Jordan and Jamie hugged their mother. ā€œThanks, Mom, you canā€™t know what a relief it is not to have to sneak around and worry about our secret,ā€ Jordan told her. ā€œDonā€™t worry about us. Iā€™m sure it will work out. Iā€™m thinking of a solution.ā€
ā€œWhat, Jordan?ā€ Jamie wanted to know.
ā€œIā€™m not sure yet so letā€™s just wait until I know it will work. Then Iā€™ll tell you all about it, OK?ā€
Jessie made arrangements for them to visit a nearby ski resort, booking them a single room with two double beds, just in case Jakob asked her about the sleeping arrangements. She didnā€™t want to lie to her husband. They left on a Tuesday and drove for three hours, arriving just after noon. They were shown to their room on the second floor of the lodge which was modeled after a Swiss chalet. The walls were all paneled in real pine and they had a fireplace and a balcony that looked over the valley. It was a beautiful view for them, unaccustomed as they were with snow. They rented skis and boots along with goggles and gloves. All they needed now were some lessons so they didnā€™t kill themselves. They joined a beginnerā€™s class, feeling out of place with the eight to ten year olds who seemed to predominate but they picked up the rudiments like turning and snowplowing to stop. After an hour they were able to try out the ā€œbunny hill.ā€ The slope was gradual and there were few turns and even those were easy to negotiate. They laughed all the way downā€”twiceā€”before Jamie challenged Jordan to a race. ā€œWhat are the stakes, Jamie?ā€ Jordan asked.
ā€œHow about loser has to be sex slave for the winner tonight?ā€
ā€œYouā€™re on,ā€ Jordan laughingly answered, ā€œI almost hope I lose, but Iā€™m not going to.ā€
ā€œOh, yeah?ā€ yelled Jamie as she pushed off, getting an unfair head start on Jordan. Frantically, she raced down the mountain turning occasionally to check on Jordan behind her. One of those turns proved to be her downfall as her skis crossed and she fell only 100 meters from the finish line. Jordan slowed but didnā€™t stop as he passed her. ā€œIā€™m already thinking of ways to use you. Ha ha ha!ā€ He finished just as Jamie, unfamiliar with the process of getting back to her feet with long skis on her feet, finally managed to stand. It was hard to determine who was smiling more when they reunited and turned in their skis for the night.
They returned to their room, stripped each other of their warm clothes and drew a hot bath in the oversized Jacuzzi in their bathroom. Jordan sat first and Jamie lowered herself just in front of him, her back leaning against his chest. She brought his hands around her body, resting them on her firm smooth breasts. As he massaged her Jamie asked, ā€œWhat are you thinking about, Jordanā€”you know, about our future? Canā€™t you tell me?ā€
ā€œIā€™m not sure yet how to work it out but suppose we got married.ā€
ā€œBut, howā€”weā€™re brother and sister.ā€
ā€˜Yeah, I know that and you know that but strangers wouldnā€™t, especially if a state will permit cousins to marry. Howā€™d you like to become my cousin?ā€
ā€œWhat do we have to do, Jordan? Iā€™ll do anything.ā€
ā€œI think itā€™ll work if you change the address on your license. With different addresses you could easily be my cousin. It would be difficult, if not impossible, with the same address as me. You can use our electric bill at the cottage as proof of residency; itā€™s in your name. I already checked that out online. As cousins itā€™ll be a cinch to get married. We canā€™t do it in our stateā€”itā€™s illegal– so weā€™ll have to go to anotherā€”one that allows cousins to marry.ā€
Butā€¦do any states allow that?
More than you would believeā€”Virginia, Maryland, South Carolina, Tennessee, Georgia, for example in our area alone. In most states you donā€™t even have to be a resident. You just have to meet age requirements, have ID, like a driverā€™s license or, maybe Social Security. We wonā€™t have any trouble going to another state, getting our license and even getting married.ā€
Jamie jumped up, splashing water all over the floor, turned around and threw her arms around Jordanā€™s neck, kissing him madly. ā€œOh Jordan, you are such a genius. Imagineā€”us married! Uhhā€¦you know you havenā€™t even asked me yet. Maybe Iā€™ll say no.ā€
ā€œYou do and Iā€™ll never fuck you again. Maybe Iā€™ll take up with Mandy Nichols.ā€ They laughed hysterically but stopped suddenly when they gazed into each otherā€™s eyes. ā€œI love you,ā€ Jamie told him.
ā€œI know,ā€ Jordan replied, not yet ready to stop laughing.
ā€œMaster,ā€ Jamie interrupted, suddenly serious. ā€œIā€™m ready to serve you. May I suck your beautiful cock?ā€
ā€œSlave, perhaps I should mention that itā€™s underwater at the moment.ā€
ā€œMaster, you donā€™t think that will stop me, do you?ā€ She held her breath as she went down on him, bobbing her head up and down in the hot water. Jordan enjoyed it immensely–Jamieā€™s mouth was even hotter than the water–but he worried about Jamie so he stopped her after about a minute. ā€œIā€™d rather have you sit on my cock.ā€
ā€œDo you wish for my vagina or for my anus, Master?ā€ Ultimately, he left it up to Jamie so she decided on both. She mounted him in reverse cowgirl so she could fuck him while he fingered and loosened her ass. She rocked slowly so as not to spill the water all over the floor, besides she didnā€™t want him to cum until he was in her ass. ā€œOnce weā€™re married do you think weā€™ll be able to have children?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know, Jamie. Iā€™m going to have to study that a while. Iā€™ll bet we can find some experts at the Med School to advise us. Did you have to ask this just now?ā€ Jordan groaned his satisfaction with what Jamie was doing to him and for him. ā€œJamie, can we get out of here and into the bed so I can fuck you properly?ā€
ā€œYouā€™re the Master. Letā€™s go.ā€ She stood up, the suction of her cunt lifting Jordan several inches before he popped out of her. They dried each other carefully and donned thick soft robes provided by the lodge. Jordan carried her to the beds. ā€œWhich is yours and which is mine?ā€ Jamie laughed. ā€œWhichever is yours is going to be mine, too.ā€ She turned his head with her free hand kissing him tenderly, her tongue teasing his. When he placed her onto the bed she pulled him over her, almost rolling them off. She reached into his robe, finding his still rock hard cock with her hand. She stroked him gently making him harder and hotter. She pushed him onto his back before straddling his cock. Just before lowering herself she reached to the nightstand for a tube of lube. Spreading it all over the huge erection she lowered herself to force him into her forbidden hole. Her ass was tight; what ass isnā€™t? But her patience and the constant pressure eventually forced him into her. They both sighed with relief at completing the most difficult part of the task. Now they were free to enjoy each other. Jamie rocked forward and back as her sphincter squeezed Jordanā€™s cock. Meanwhile the nerve endings in her butt were working Jamie to what she knew would be some fantastic orgasm once Jordan touched her clit. ā€œOh, Master, I need to cum so badly. Please help me,ā€ Jamie begged. Jordan responded by reaching between her legs with both hands. He stuck two fingers into her wet hot cunt, pumping her furiously while, with the other hand, he rubbed tiny circles over her swollen hard clit. Only seconds after touching that magic button Jamie experienced spasms racing through her body. Her orgasm was like a series of electric shocks jolting her non-stop. She was about thirty seconds into it when Jordan thrust upward hard and fast forcing rivers and rivers of cum into her bowel. Jamie fell onto Jordanā€™s chest, his cock still trapped in her ass. He held her there until he softened and popped out of her; the gape remaining allowed most of his semen to leak out of her, completely soaking the bed. Fortunately, they still had the other bed for sleeping.
Chapter 7
They returned to school with their secret intact and with a plan to be with each other forever. Jordan promised to research both their problems and he always kept his promises. He had the plan for them to marry intact by the end of the semester. The other would have to wait until they were seniors. Their school years passed quicklyā€”too quicklyā€”to their parents, but not quickly enough for them. Jessie had her baby girlā€”Jenna. They were able to spend time with her during the summers and other school breaks but the age difference and that they attended college two thousand miles away meant that they hardly knew their baby sister.
Early in their senior year Jordan took a trip to the Medical School, seeking advice from one of the nationā€™s leading geneticists, Dr. Erwin Adler. Jordan asked about the chances that two relatives would have a normal child. ā€œYou mean first cousins?ā€ the doctor asked.
ā€œNo, closer than thatā€”siblings.ā€
ā€œIs this you and your sibling weā€™re talking about?ā€
Jordan explained and then listened to a lecture on genetics and genomes and probability. Then he made an appointment for Jamie and himself to be tested. The following Wednesday afternoon, when they had no classes, Jamie was expecting some hot sex but Jordan turned away from their cottage. He explained where they were going and why. They each left a vial of blood and went home to enjoy themselves. Two weeks later they returned to meet with Dr. Adler. Jamie was surprised that he was so accepting of their relationship; he told them it was not his place to judge people. He also told them that their genomesā€”their genetic make-ups were sufficiently different that there was little chance a child of theirs would have a mental or physical problem– only a 1 in 2000 chance. The chance of two random people would be only slightly lower. ā€œYou see,ā€ he told them, ā€œthere are twenty-three chromosomes plus one of the sex chromosomesā€”the X or Yā€”in human gametes. Oh, excuse me, the sperm or the egg. That means there are almost 8.4 million combinations when gametes join to form an embryo, and thatā€™s just for the chromosomes. Each chromosome may have a hundred or more genes which give literally billions of possible combinations. Neither of you carries any genes known to cause birth defects. Had you been the children of an incestuous relationship there might be a significant problem but that isnā€™t the case. So, I wish you well.ā€ Jamie and Jordan were shockedā€”they could have children! They left to make their plansā€”right after celebratory sex. Jamie went off the pill that very day.
They took off the entire Thanksgiving week, missing two days of classes. They traveled all day Sunday, stopping just outside Richmond, Virginia. Early Monday morning they walked into the local Town Hall and applied for a marriage license. They answered a few simple questions, showing their driverā€™s licenses for identification. Ten minutes later they had their license. All they had to do now was wait for the Magistrate to marry them. They continued to fuck every day but now Jamie wanted Missionary exclusively, holding her legs in the air for fifteen minutes after every coupling so as not to spill even a drop of Jordanā€™s precious baby making cream.
In mid-December Jordan graduated magna cum laude with a degree in Computer Engineering, intending to start graduate school in the spring semester. His parents and Jenna came from Denver for the ceremony, extremely proud of their son, and their daughter, too. Jordan also accepted a position with a leading software development company with a starting salary that would enable him and Jamie to live extremely comfortably. He was the subject of a bidding war with several Fortune 500 companies bidding furiously for his services. Things only got better when Jamie told Jordan that she was pregnant. All they had to do now was tell their father.
Before they all returned home for the Christmas holiday Jordan decided to break the news. They were in their parentsā€™ hotel suite. Just after putting Jenna to bed Jordan told his parents he had something to tell them. He and Jamie sat together closely on the couch. ā€œDadā€¦Mom, we need to speak with you and itā€™s really important. You raised us to love and respect each other and you did a really good job. Jamie and I do love each other. In fact, we are in love with each other. We have been for years and we intend to spend our lives together. We were recently married. We had to lie a little on the license application, pretending to be first cousins, but we are legally married. We know itā€™s not quote-unquote normal or right, but it is both normal and right for us. We know you have the option of accepting or rejecting us, but either way we will be together. I know I speak for both of us when I say we hope itā€™s acceptance because weā€™re still the same people we were only minutes ago. Andā€¦weā€™d like you to know your grandchild and weā€™d like him or her to know you.ā€
Jakob and Jessie sat there silent and thinking for several minutes. It was something Jakob had learned from his father. Eventually, he spoke, ā€œArenā€™t you taking a terrible chance having a child? Supposeā€¦.ā€
While he hesitated Jordan interrupted, ā€œDad, we had the same concerns. Thatā€™s why we had genetic testing and counseling. They have a great genetics department at the medical school. We met with the head of the department and he assured us the chances of having a ā€˜problemā€™ child are only minimally greater than two random people. Jamie went off the pill before we were married and became pregnant right away.ā€
ā€œWhen are you due, Jamie?ā€ asked her mother anxiously.
ā€œIn August, Mom, about three months after graduation.ā€
ā€œWell, Jordan, youā€™ve given your mother and me a great deal to think about. This comes as quite a shock to us and right now I donā€™t know which way weā€™ll decide. If youā€™ll excuse us I think we want to retire now.ā€
ā€œWe understand,ā€ said Jordan and Jamie almost simultaneously. They kissed their parents and left. When they were alone, Jakob asked Jessie if she wanted a drink. ā€œI donā€™t know about you but I could really use one. Do you remember my asking you about their relationship some years ago?ā€œ He went to make the drinks as Jessie replied, ā€œYes, I do remember that and if I remember correctly it was during some sensational sex. I have to tell you Iā€™ve had suspicions over the past few years, finding semen on Jamieā€™s underwear, but I couldnā€™t prove anything so what could I do? Youā€™re not thinking of throwing them out? I donā€™t know how I could live without them.ā€
ā€œOf course not, but Iā€™m willing to make them sweat a bit. Now, what do you sayā€”ready for some fun, Grandma?ā€
ā€œIā€™m always ready for you, Grandpa. God, itā€™s going to take me awhile to get used to being a grandmother.ā€
Jakob led her by the hand to the bedroom. ā€œYeahā€”about thirty seconds,ā€ he laughed just before engaging her in a torrid kiss, a sure prelude to some searing sex.

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