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In Denial

*frees up hands so they’re able to type* Hey everybody, hope this story gets a 90% plus, it’s a bit less out there but still pretty fun. Good comments and constructive criticism only, no sex offers, kik names, etc, or I will find you. O.O

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Daughters Swap : The Erotic Story

I believe you have seen or at least watched an ad about this one particular series? Haha. Well if you don’t basically it’s a series where the fathers swap their daughters based on the themes like graduation and stuffs. Here is a story of my own

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Louise

Louise was looking forward to the Stag Party – much better than any night out with ‘the girls’

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Family Affair – ch 3

So, there I was, sitting at the breakfast table naked, as Mom had requested, eating my cereal. With her mug of coffee, Mom came and sat down at the table. As she stepped to the table, her cotton house dress did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her tits swaying as she took the few steps to the table. When she sat down opposite me the its top, with the first three buttons undone, gaped open to reveal a glimpse of her tits as they hung there, invitingly. Just seeing that sight made me begin to engorge and I could feel my penis rise off of the chair seat.
“What are your plans for today, Mom?” I asked.
“Oh, not much. I need to go out for a bit, and I think your aunt is coming by after lunch,” she replied.
“So I should get dressed before she comes over?” I asked.
“No, I doubt that’s necessary. She changed your diapers and bathed you many a time when you were little,” Mom corrected. “When she calls, I’ll check with her to make sure it’s not a problem, though, OK?”
“Sure,” I replied.
“Do you mind going without clothes?” Mom asked.
“No, not really. I’m beginning to enjoy it,” I answered a I stood up from the table. Mom’s eyes stopped at my partial erection.
“Oh, I see you are,” she chuckled. Finished with my cereal, I rinsed the bowl out, put it in the dishwasher, and headed dwonstairs to the den to watch some TV. Later I heard Mom call, “I’ll be back in a little while.” Sitting there thinking about things, I began to get another erection.
It just popped up suddenly and I figured, “What the hell, might as well enjoy it,” as I wrapped my fist around it and began to slowly stroke it, planning for a nice, unhurried, leisurely wank as I watched mental images of Valerie, Denise, and Becky forcing me to eat them to orgasm the previous night. Looking back on it, they didn’t have to force me, “I’d have done it willingly,” I thought.
Sitting there totally absorbed in my wank, I apparently didn’t even hear my sister Becky come down the steps and she walked in on me in midstroke. “Enjoying yourself, Joey?” she asked with more than a little sarcasm in her voice. “Do you just sit around naked now beating your meat whenever?”
“Mom told me not to dress, just to stay naked. It’s kinda’ nice. Maybe you should try it,” I replied.
“Not today,” Becky replied, “Maybe some other time.” Coming over to sit next to me on the couch, she asked, “Didn’t you get enough of that last night?” Though I’d stopped stroking, my fist was still wrapped around my penis.
“Actually, I was thinking about you and your friends sitting on my face. That’s what got me going,” I replied, matter of factly. She stood up, pulled down her shorts and panties together and kicked them off.
“You mean like this?” she asked as she swiveled her hips around, showing off her neatly trimmed, dark brown bush. I hadn’t noticed it the night before in the dim light but she had it trimmed into a perfect ‘V’ pointing the way to her pussy like a road sign arrow might point you toward an entry ramp. Staring at that, about two feet from my face, sent me right over the top. Feeling my testicles tighten and my penis begin to pulse, I shot two healthy ropes of splooge onto my lower chest followed by a couple of smaller spurt that landed on my abdomen and some final dribbles on my hand as I continued to stroke slowly. “Feel better?” Beckie asked as I stood up to go into the bathroom to wipe myself off. When I returned to the den I found Becky lying naked on the couch, her shorts, shirt, and bra in a little heap on the floor. “If you liked eating us so much last night, maybe you’d like some more?” she asked. “Watching you beat off made me want it, too.” As I went to sit down, she dropped one foot to the floor while draping her other leg up on the back of the couch. “You want to eat some more pussy, Joey?” she asked. Up off the seat of the couch, I kneeled down on the floor and Becky put both legs around my neck, a thigh on each shoulder as she swiveled her body to offer up that perfect ‘V’ marking her target to me. I looked up at her and saw a funny little grin on her face. Her tits, which took after Mom’s, flattened on her chest, each sagging slightly toward its side of her rib cage, a large areola floating, jiggling in the middle of each mound topped by nipples standing at the alert. I was getting hard again already.
Diving into her neat little brown muff with my nose, I began searching with my tongue, finding her lips, licking each one from front to back. Becky moaned very softly, under her breath to herself and I drove on, probing between her lips with my tongue, deeper and deeper with each trip from front to back, back to front, until it reached as deeply as it could into her warm, wet pussy. Using the leverage of her thighs on my shoulders, she was beginning to thrust her hips into my face as I licked. Searching forward I found her clit, circling it with my tongue repeatedly before wrapping my lips around it to suck on it gently. It seemed to get harder, larger between my lips as I sucked it, tongued it. Now she was moaning but there was nothing soft or under her breath about her moans. She began to buck her hips, shoving her pussy into my mouth so hard repeatedly that I had difficulty keeping my lips on her clit. Shaking suddenly then stiffening, she moaned loudly and crashed through her orgasm. I stopped sucking and just continued to lick her pussy gently until she came to an end. “Oh damn, Joey.” she said as she swung her legs off my shoulders and put her feet on the floor on either side of me. “Stick that damn dick of yours in me, now!” she demanded. I raised myself up on my knees to reach that wet entry and slipped my penis inside. Sliding in easily, I began to thrust slowly but she reached and grabbed my ass in both hands urging me faster. Harder, I hammered her as she pulled on my ass with each stroke, slamming me into her. I could feel my testicles slapping the front of the couch cushion beneath her ass with each pounding of my penis into her pussy.
Nearing my peak I groaned, “I’m gonna’ cum.”
“Do it, do it,” was Becky’s reply and I complied, rushing headlong into a sweet orgasm, plunging as far as I could into her, stopping there as felt my penis pulse, ejecting its full load deeply within my sister. Shaking and trembling as I did, I felt Becky cum again, her pussy alternately tightening and loosening its grip on my penis, feeling like it was milking me dry.
“Rebecca, Joseph. What the hell are you doing?” I heard Mom yell behind me as I finished my orgasm. Jumping, I stood up, my still mostly erect penis flopping out of Becky’s cunt as I did.
Still lying back on the couch Becky calmly replied, “Nothing any different than what you and Joey were doing last night, I guess, Mom,” with more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Looking at her I saw defiance in her eyes and my cum beginning to leak from her pussy. Mom simply turned on her heels and stomped up the steps. “She’s just jealous she doesn’t have her ‘little boy’ to herself,” she told me as she got up off the couch and headed into the bathroom. Back from the bathroom, Becky picked up her clothes and walked out of the den and up the steps. As I stood in the bathroom, milking the last of the semen from my penis I heard their loud voices as Becky and Mom argued upstairs. Unfortunately, they weren’t loud enough for me to understand what they were saying. As I went into my room and pulled on a pair of shorts, the yelling upstairs faded and I could no longer hear them at all. I went up and out onto the carport, sitting in a lawn chair and watching the clouds scudder across the late-morning summer sky, wondering where this all was headed now.
I sat there until Mom came to the door and called to me, “Joey, come on in for some lunch.” I got up out of the chair and headed into the house. When I’d come into the kitchen, Mom looked down at my shorts and said, “I thought we agreed that you’d stay naked today.”
“Oh, okay. I figured after before, you might have changed your mind about that,” I told her.
“No, not at all,” she replied. So I pulled my shorts down, kicked them off, and stood back up straight.
“There, how’s that?” I asked.
“Just fine, honey,” Mom replied. “Now sit down and eat your lunch.” While I was sitting there naked eating my sandwich Becky came down from her bedroom and into the kitchen. She was wearing a very short pair of cutoff jeans shorts and a button front shirt with only a couple of buttons about midway down buttoned and the tail of the shirt tied up high, just under her tits which were obviously unrestrained. Sitting down opposite me at the table the top of her shirt gaped open and I caught her giving me a funny look with a slight grin on her face. I could feel my penis engorge slightly as it rose from the cool wood of the chair seat. Mom sat down at the table and told us, “Your Aunt May should be along any time now. You two see if you can behave while she’s here.”
“Sure, Mom,” we both said, almost in unison. When I’d finished eating, I took my plate and glass to the sink, semi-erect penis waving back and forth in unison to my steps. I was truly enjoying this being naked around the house now. Finished at the sink, I trotted down the stairs to the den, penis and testicles flopping around as I did. In the den I sat down with a book I’d been trying to read to make an attempt to plow through another chapter. Soon after, Becky came into the den with a magazine and flopped down on the couch opposite me to begin thumbing through the pages.
“What did Mom say, before I mean?” I asked her.
“Just a lot of bullshit about how ‘it wasn’t right’ but I just threw that right back at her until she gave up,” she replied. With her legs propped up on the coffee table in front of the couch it made it pretty obvious she wasn’t wearing any panties under those short short cutoffs. “Mom wants you to stay naked when Aunt May comes?” she asked.
“Yeah. I don’t mind, though. I’ve gotten so I’m enjoying it,” I replied.
“Maybe I’ll join you then,” Becky told me. We sat there reading until we heard the doorbell upstairs. Aunt May had arrived and we heard Mom welcome her in. Becky stood up untying the tail of her shirt as she did. Two buttons undone and she shcked it off her shoulders and down her arms to drop it on the cushion at the end of the couch. Her tits, swayed as she moved to unbutton and unzip her cutoffs then hung away from her body as she leaned over to pull her legs out of them one at a time. Those tits swinging like that brought me to an immediate erection, penis standing at attention, up near my abdomen. Undressed and natural again, Becky sat back down on the couch and started flipping through her magazine as Mom and Aunt May came into the den.
I could see Aunt May look at each of us as Mom explained, “I can’t seem to keep clothes on them now. They just want to be this way around the house.”
May just laughed and said something like, “Well, I guess it’s no big deal. It’s all in the family, right.” I could see Aunt May’s eyes focus on my erection, standing there saluting the world.
I chuckled to myself as I thought, “She has no idea of what’s all in the family.”

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Family Circus – Ch. 5

On Friday, school finished, we drove down to Dr. Vernon’s office after school. After checking in we waited in the reception area until the nurse called my name and we followed her back to an exam room. Mom handed her the paper with the entries on it which the nurse scanned over with some interest. She then turned to Mom and told her, “If you could wait out in the waiting room, I’d appreciate it. We shouldn’t be too long in here.”
Mom just said “Okay” and left the room.
The nurse told me, “Dr. Vernon has been called to the hospital for an emergency. She said that if it’s okay with you, I’m to collect the specimen. If not, you can make another appointment. What would you like to do?”
“I guess it’s fine if you do it, save me an extra trip over here,” I told her.
“One more question. We have a nursing student with us this week. Would it be okay with you if I let her learn by watching? It’s entirely up to you. If you’d be embarrassed or would rather not, that would be okay,” she asked.
I thought for a moment before answering, “After this past week, I think I’m beyond embarrassing. It’s okay with me.”
“Okay, that’s great,” she told me. “Please disrobe completely and put this gown on. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I took off my clothes, hanging them over the chair in the exam room then donned the silly robe before getting up on the exam table and lying back to relax. In a few minutes the nurse returned with a younger woman in tow. She introduced me to the student then began to explain what was going on. “Mr. Davis here came in a week ago after his genitals enlarged or swelled a great deal overnight. Doctor performed an exam including testicular, prostate, and a semen specimen for both volume and sperm count. Everything was negative for abnormalities except for his semen volume being on the very high end of the normal range. She advised Mr. Davis to masturbate at least daily, track his semen output for a week, then return here for another collection for lab analysis. Now, if you scan through the record he brought in, you’ll notice that even with multiple emissions each day, the volume of each emission remained very high.”
“Mr. Davis, I’m not sure what position Dr. Vernon used last week when collecting your output. Were you lying on your back?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Okay, well I’m going to use a different position, one I prefer when there are larger volumes involved. It makes it easier for me to collect the specimen safely. Okay?” she asked.
Wondering what she had in mind, I answered, “Sure. I assume you know what you’re doing.”
“Okay, yes I do. Now, let’s sit up, remove the gown and get it out of the way,” she directed. I sat up and when I did, my penis flopped down between my thighs from where it had been lying on my abdomen. At the same time, the nurse pulled my gown off, exposing me fully to the nursing student. I heard a just audible gasp from her when she saw me naked. “Now Mr. Davis, if you could roll over onto your knees. Yes that’s right. Now just bend over and rest your weight on your elbows and forearms. Yes, that’s it.” I was now on my knees and elbows on the exam table, ass up in the air, penis and testicles hanging down toward the table. To the student the nurse continued, “Now Christine, it’s time for the exam gloves, K-Y, and a specimen cup before we begin.”
I heard them behind me, donning gloves before they returned to my side. With the nurse by my left hip and the student looking over her shoulder, the nurse continued. “As you can see, this position exposes his penis entirely, free of obstruction and makes it easy to place the specimen properly in the cup which we can, for the time being, place here on the table for use when we need it. Now take note of how far his testicles hang down. You want to make sure you don’t bump into them with your hand or you’ll make it difficult for him to maintain an erection, making the whole procedure take longer.”
“Mr. Davis, you’re comfortable?” she asked me.
I had my head resting on the exam table and I mumbled, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
To the student, “Okay, if you could apply a fair amount of K-Y to my left palm, please. Yes, that’s good. We’ll begin with a slow stroking of his penis with my left hand.” I felt the cool K-Y as she grasped my penis near the glans and began to pull gently down on it, releasing her grip as she moved her hand back up each time. Continuing her stroke on my penis, she continued to the student, “Until he’s more fully erect, we’ll use a downward stroke only. Now, apply some K-Y to his anus and I’ll show you a technique that generally will speed things up a bit.” I felt the cool K-Y on my butt followed by her finger penetrating my rectum. “Is that uncomfortable, Mr. Davis?” she asked me as she worked her finger into my anus.
“I feel some pressure, but it’s not bad,” I told her.
“Good that’s normal,” she replied to me before continuing with the student. “Usually a bit of a prostate massage will improve the erection and shorten the time to orgasm.” She was correct. What she was doing felt like it was arousing and I felt my erection get firmer. When she felt me stiffen more in her hand, she began to stroke with longer strokes up and down while her finger was applying changing pressure in my anus. “I don’t know if you can tell, but he seems to have acieved full, or very nearly full erection and I’m stroking both up and down and longer now. It shouldn’t take very long now. Would you like to try it before he releases? It’s the best way to learn.”
I heard the student agree and the nurse told her, “Here, come over here. Load up with the K-Y and you can take over for me.” I felt hands change on me and a finger slide out of my anus to be replaced by another. The student’s strokes were tentative until the nurse corrected her. “More authority, Christine. You’re in charge.” The student’s strokes became more solid as her finger in my anus was alternately applying pressure and relaxing, driving me quickly to orgasm. “Mr. Davis, please let us know when you’re nearing release so we can position the specimen cup.” I nodded my head.
Within a couple of minutes, I blurted out, “I’m almost there.”
“Here, I’ll place the cup here, you remain steady with your stroking, and direct his semen into the cup,” the nurse told the student. I rushed over the top, spurting repeatedly before the orgasm subsided. “There, you did a good job, Christine,” the nurse congratulated the student. “You did, too, Mr. Davis,” she told me, “You can get dressed and I’ll be back in with your mother in a few minutes.”
I climbed down off the exam table feeling a little wrung out. Pulling on my boxers I arranged myself then pulled on my cargo pants, socks, and T-shirt. As I was tying my shoes the nurse returned with Mom. “As I told your mother, Mr. Davis, unless the doctor gets in touch with you after she reviews the information you brought in, there will be no need to continue the regimen she ordered last week,” the nurse told me. With a “have a nice day” she left the room.
On the way home Mom told me, “I’m almost disappointed that we’re done collecting the specimen. I was enjoying the time with you. I feel like I’m losing something here.”
I asked, “Well, what would you like to do about it. I liked it, too. I liked your touch. I liked being naked with you. Actually, do you think it would be okay if I spent more time around the house naked? It’s just more comfortable for me, especially now that I have to stuff all this in my pants.”
“I have no problem with it if Vickie doesn’t and I assume she won’t based on how close you two have apparently become,” Mom replied. “I’m not so sure how I feel about that either.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” I told her, “We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I’m not so sure, Bobby,” was all Mom said. Then she was quiet the rest of the way home.
Back home, I headed to my room and undressed, wanting to test Mom’s reaction to me being naked more. Lying on my bed I was thinking about our trip to our grandma’s house – Mom’s mother. Vickie and I spent a couple of weeks there each summer for as long as I could remember. Mom would be taking us over on Saturday morning. She’d return home on Sunday since she had to work the next week. While I was lying there Vickie walked in. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just thinking about the trip,” I told her.
“No, I mean why are you nude?” she pressed.
“Oh, I asked Mom if it was okay if I went naked more around the house. She said it was fine with her as long as it was okay with you. Well, okay with you?” I asked.
“Of course it is. Wonder how she’ll react to my doing the same thing. We’ll check it out,” she told me as she headed out of my room. In a few minutes, she returned naked. “Let’s go watch TV,” she said. We headed down the hall to the den where we plopped down on the couch and turned on the television. We were still sitting there naked when Mom walked in.
“What, you, too, Vickie?” she asked.
“Sure, why not? I enjoy the freedom. Try it, Mom. You’ll like it, too,” she replied.
“we’ll see,” Mom answered without much commitment in her voice as she left the den. Vickie and I looked at each other and laughed.
We sat watching TV until Mom called us for dinner. Heading into the kitchen we found Mom standing in the kitchen wearing just an apron. It was a bib apron and her tits splooged out each side of the bib. Time to sit down to the table, she removed the apron, hung it on the oven handle, and joined us naked at the table. “Is this what you want, me naked with you all the time?” she asked us.
“Sure, why not?” Vickie asked. “Doesn’t it feel nice. You have to admit it feels nicer than wearing clothes.”
“Yeah, maybe. I just need to get used to it, I guess,” Mom replied. “we’ll leave about seven o’clock in the morning to drive to Mother’s house. I want to get there early so I can return home tomorrow night rather than Sunday.”
“Okay, Mom,” I told her. “I’ll be ready.”
“Me, too,” Vickie chimed in.
After dinner Vickie and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen, all three of us laughing and joking about our nakedness together. It could become very natural, very quickly. Finished in the kitchen, Vickie and I returned to the den and the television. Sitting next to one another on the couch, I put my arm around Vickie’s shoulders. In return, she put her hand on my thigh. I felt my penis stir, lying on the couch between my thighs.
Soon Mom came in, still naked, and joined us. She sat down on my other side and patted my thigh. “There, how’s that? I’m getting used to it already,” she told us. With them so close on either side of me, my penis began to stir, first straightening itself then rising slightly off the seat cushion. Mom noticed it and commented, “It’s waking up?” as she moved her hand from my thigh and lightly wrapped her fingers around my hardening penis. “Does it need some release, Bobby?” She began to stroke gently, elicited more rise from it. “I think it does, don’t you, Vickie?” Vickie just giggled and agreed, suggesting that I stand up. Mom agreed with that suggestion and urged me to stand up in front of them.
Out voted on the matter, I stood up, facing them. Mom told Vickie, “Go get a paper cup from the kitchen.” Vickie got up and left returning in a few moments with a Dixie cup. Mom began to stroke my penis in earnest, using both hands as Vickie began to cup my testicles in her hand and lightly massage them with her fingertips.
Vickie told Mom, “I just love the way his balls hang and roll around in my hand.
“Yeah, I like that, too. But I just can’t keep my hands off this penis of his. I’m fascinated by it,” Mom replied. “I’ve never seen or touched anything like it before in my life.” I was pretty much ignoring their chatter as Mom stroked and Vickie fondled and I was becoming more and more aroused. Soon my legs were flexing involuntarily and I knew I was getting close. Mom stopped stroking with her left hand, continuing with just her right as she picked up the paper cup Vickie had set on the couch. I began to moan under my breath just before I peaked with an more audible groan. Mom raised the cup, aiming my penis into it just as I let go, penis pulsing in her hand, ropes of semen hitting the cup, Mom stroking more slowly the slowing to a stop along with the last few dribbles of cum. “There now, Bobby. Isn’t that better?” Mom asked.
“Oh yeah,” was about all I could manage to say as I sat back down on the couch. Mom set the paper cup on the end table and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m going to bed now so I’m ready for the drive tomorrow morning,” Mom said. “You two should probably do the same.”
“Yeah Mom,” we both echoed to her as she headed out of the den. Vickie and I sat there watching television for a few minutes before she quietly went down the hall and returned telling me, “Her vibrator is going. We won’t be seeing any more of her tonight.” With that she shoved me over on the couch and slid up my length until she was able lay a lip lock on me and probe for my tonsils with her tongue. As my penis engorged, it climbed from between my thighs to up between Vickie’s as she lay on top of me.
I broke off the kiss telling her, “Roll off me. Let me on top.” She rolled off me and I got up so she could lie down on the couch. I slipped on top of her and continued the deep kissing, my fully erect penis between our abdomens. “I want to kiss you all over,” I told her as I began to slide down her body leaving a trail of wet kisses as I went. Finding her breast, I kissed and licked all around the nipple before gently sucking as much as could of into my mouth. Switching breasts, I did the same on the other side before continuing my trip down her body. Tongue tracing a track down from her chest to navel, I probed her naval gently before continuing down to her neatly trimmed bush. I licked and kissed all around it before scooting down and working my shoulders under her thighs, reaching around them to take a tit in each hand as I began to lick around her pussy lips, tracing their shape repeatedly, each time pushing in slightly more until I was probing as deeply as I could the length of her lips from front to back. She was beginning to squirm under my touch and murmur softly.
She said “Oh damn” several times before stiffening up and squeezing my head between her thighs in a tight clinch. As she settled, I popped up and crawled back up to kiss her, our tongues probing each other’s mouth. I was between her thighs and Vickie reached down attempting to guide my penis into her pussy. I slipped back down a bit to help that effort then, as I felt it penetrate into the wet hotness of her passion, I gently advanced to slide in slowly without hurting her when I hit bottom. Gently I began to thrust, slowly letting it build. My immediate need to cum tempered by Mom jacking me off into the Dixie cup allowed me to prolong it, stroking slowly, bending down to suck on her breasts, kiss her cheeks, kiss her lips. We made love slowly and gently for a long time before I felt myself getting close to release and began to fuck faster, faster strokes until I felt my penis take over and begin to pulse semen into my sister. Stopping as deep as I could in her I felt her squeezing and releasing on my penis as its pulses faded and I collapsed on her. We kissed long and deep before rolling over onto our side, my penis still all the way in her as it began to soften. Lying there we continued to kiss until we fell asleep.

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“ONE PICTURE?”

“One Picture?”
By Blueheatt
___My daddy (Ben) and I ( Millie) had our ‘super secret‘. I was a real daddy’s girl and would do anything for him. I was his little spoiled brat, and we both liked it. I started doing little sexy things to get his attention. Mom (Lena) would get pissed and tell me to go get a bra on…or close your robe. Daddy would smile at me when she was not looking.
When mom was gone to grandma’s , like she did every weekend, …..oh my….
I loved to pull up my dress and ’pretend’ to be adjusting my panties in front of him. I would leave my bedroom and the bathroom doors always open and let him see me half naked. I always had him help me with any buttons and back zippers. I would ask him if this or that looked good on me, and hold them in front of me naked. I could tell by his breathing or the little tremble in his hands if it was turning him on….and it was…
I always pushed my small tits into him, and my pussy when we hugged, and held on to make them long hugs. I loved to feel him get a half a hardon and would wiggle my pussy across it. I would whisper in his ear something sexy like: (“..daddy, your aftershave makes me horny.”) , and (“…daddy, why does my vagina get wet sometimes?“)…then breath in his ear and kiss his neck.
I would take his hand and let it rub across my tits or ass as I walked away. I would lay on top of him every chance I got when mom was gone, even for 20 minutes.
Poor daddy didn’t stand a chance, but still no sex moves on me. I had to get him more turned on, because…. I was determined to try and have sex with my daddy….I wanted it so bad…
I fingered myself thinking about it. I had wonderful dreams about it and when mom stayed the night at grandma’s house….I would use my hair brush handle to simulate daddy’s cock in me at night. With my bedroom door open, I would moan so daddy could hear me as I would have a glorious orgasm….and say…”Oh Daddy”…
I could hear him and mom having sex sometimes. I envied her moaning so bad, getting to feel his cock in her. She could just damn well share,…. that’s all.
Daddy’s tortured thoughts….
My daughter Millie was getting to be a real handful. Her sexy tricks to get my attention were getting way out of hand. The wife Lena of course noticed and said she didn’t know what to do, so for me to ‘handle it’. She only was aware of the things Millie did when she was around. God, if she knew what Millie did when she was gone, she’d go crazy.
Mom Lena thought back….
I was glad I had never told Ben about how I grew up much. Millie was just like me. I went after my daddy too and…oh how I love the memories of that time… Daddy built me a big play house out back and we fucked in there all the time….so hot and exciting …and…that’s where I first had sex with a girl….equally hot and exciting. I just know Millie is going to have sex with Ben.
I wonder if I should tell Ben about my past, so he’ll be prepared for what I ‘just know’ is going to happen. I better break it to Ben easy about that first girl I had sex with ….,
it was my mom.
…yes it happens. If the public only knew what goes on behind closed doors, they would go into shock. I wasn’t the first girl to have this happen. I had talked to other girls who this had happened to. We compared notes, and every one of them said they enjoyed it.
My mom started fondling me as a teen and well one thing led to another. We enjoyed it and well…still do. Now….I fought the urges to fondle Millie. That sexy body of hers drives me wild at times. I wanted to keep Ben happy and so decided not to mess with Millie…but things began to change.
Millie started coming on to me recently. She was at that age when anything to do with sex, interested her, and I just couldn’t resist her sexual interest in me.
It started with her watching me undress and making comments about how she hoped her tits would grow to be a big as mine. She ask me something one afternoon when Ben was at work. I was naked and just out of the shower. She asked if she could touch my tits. I got a hot flash in my pussy and couldn’t say no. She took advantage of this and soon began to suck on my nipples. I couldn’t take that and carefully felt her tits in return. Soon I felt her feeling my bush and one of her fingers traced my wet slit. I went for it and now I found my hand fingering her slit. I said to her out of breath, that Ben must never know about this, and we slowly laid on our bed. Every afternoon after school we played with each others bodies. I just let it happen and we went further each time. We advanced and now got into a 69 position and found ourselves licking our pussy‘s until we both orgasmed. We were both in girl sex heaven.
We still had girl sex, but told me she wanted sex from Ben real bad. I told her I’ll just stay out of it, and let you guys ‘handle it’.
Ben pondered….
I had to find something to take Millie’s aim off of me and onto a boyfriend or something. She was already masturbating, I could hear her do it! She knew how to arouse me and I’m only a human male.
Secretly?…..I tried not to think about having sex with her…. I was losing that battle and fast. I found myself pretending I was fucking Millie when I had sex with the wife. Damn, it really enhanced our sex life. Millie was like a young version of Lena and I really got turned on by that. I even had wet dreams about fucking Millie while sleeping right next to the Lena. So far,…. Lena didn’t know it.
Millie…..
I had to find a way to have sex with my daddy.
The next event kinda started with him giving me a back rub one night. Mom was gone somewhere and I ‘claimed’ I couldn’t go to sleep. I really just wanted him to sit on my bed and be with me. His big warm hands rubbed my back so good, it made me real horny. I was on my tummy and slowly rolled over on my back. I was hoping he would rub my front. He rubbed my legs, arms and tummy but nothing else. I had tits now and I dreamed of him massaging them. I ask him to massage a spot just on the side of my one tit. He took one finger and rubbed where I pointed. (“No daddy, use your whole hand.”) I requested. He smiled and slowly started feeling my whole tit. I closed my eyes and gave out a ‘purr’ of satisfaction. I took my hand and felt my other tit just the way he was. Now I felt both my tits being felt up. I rolled toward him and said in my little spoiled brat voice…”Would you rub them both daddy…please?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I pulled my nightgown off my shoulders and laid on my back with my bare titties exposed. I was sure he would rub my titties.
Dad thought….
Damn she is so cute and I do love feeling those tits. I had a gut feeling where this was going to lead. I leaned over to her sweet face and whispered: (“…I’ll rub your titties if you do me a favor.”) (“…anything for you daddy.”) she replied. (“…I want to take a private picture of your beautiful body tomorrow, Ok?”) I said.
“Just one picture daddy?, she asked. I said ‘Yes’. “I don’t want anyone else to ever see it, ok daddy.” I assured her it would stay right here at home. At her school a picture of a girl naked went around, and the girl ended up leaving that school.
She reached up and started kissing me, but not like a daughter, but like very sexy girlfriend. I couldn’t, and didn’t, want to stop her. She had the power to make me very aroused, and she knew it. She wanted sex play from me and was very determined to get it. I hoped by taking a picture of her would satisfy her. I secretly wanted a picture of her to look at before having sex with Lena. I figured this would cool my urge to have hot sex with Millie.
Let’s just see if this works for me.
The next night Lena was gone for a few days visiting relatives. I got Millie to wear a long night gown, with no bra and no panties. She got all excited and did it. I took her in the den where my camera was set up. I had been a professional photographer and I had her pose in a chair. I had her take off her gown and put one leg up showing just a peek of her slit. I had her arch her back to show off her beautiful tits. She was loving this and was getting excited real fast. I put the camera right where I wanted it. She was breathing fast as I was too. I snapped the picture.
She was disappointed that, that was all, but couldn’t wait to see the picture. I said: “Come with me to the computer, and we’ll see it together. I removed the chip from the camera as she sat by me at the computer. She held my arm and watched as I got it all ready. I noticed she kept rubbing her pussy a little. I was all ready to show it.
The picture was hot showing her legs, that hot slit of hers, just peeking out and her tits with nipples showing over her arm. She came over and sat between my legs. She leaned back on me as I photo shopped every detail of it to perfection. I enhanced everything. I added hot make up on her eyes and her nipples looked harder now. Her slit now glowed with glistening moisture.
She grabbed my hand and put one finger down on her slit.
This was not…what I had in mind as she guided my finger into her pussy. She got hotter. She could feel my hardon on her butt and she wiggled back on it. She felt her own tits over and over. She was a hot girl in between my legs and apparently she wanted some kind of sexual satisfaction.
She was all hyper and turned on. “Oh daddy…. , that’s is a wonderful picture, when can we do more?, please soon.” she said out of breath. I said ’soon’ and got her up. I told her this picture was our ‘super secret’, ok? She wrapped her arms around me and pushed her pussy into my hardon and started rubbing her pussy on it. She kept it up and got faster.
I realized….she was going to make herself orgasm on me. My hardon was ready to burst thru my pants. She rubbed and rubbed and then her body jolted as she moaned and held on to me tight. Her legs began to go weak as she savored the action. She did slow grinds on my hardon, with little moans.
I was stunned at what had just happened as I was not prepared for this. She even went so far as to squeeze my hardon in my pants.
I picked her up and took her to her bed. I laid her down and kissed her forehead. She was still moaning with her eyes closed…..
I felt like I needed a drink to calm myself. Damn, she was exciting me to new highs.
Mom…..
Millie secretly just had to tell me about the ’picture session’ and how hot it turned out.
I thought…
…he never wanted to take a sexy picture of me…, but…hmmmmm…a picture of Millie in a sexy pose, oh yeah…I want to see it and get horny too. Millie took me to Ben’s computer and we watched it together one afternoon. It was awesome to me. He had posed her in the most sexy pose I could ever imagine. Her hot legs, young perky tits and her pussy was real hot looking. He had made her look like a very sexy model or movie star to me. I just stared at it and enjoyed my arousement that was building up.
I got real hot as Millie did too. Next thing we knew we were feeling each other up. We couldn’t wait to go in my bedroom and Millie was under my skirt, pulling my panties off. I headed for the floor and pulled her shorts and panties down and off , it was tongue orgasm time for us, in a desperate rush for the excitement.
We moaned and licked until we were fucking our tongues. Oh damn…. she’s so hot and her warm pussy tasted good. She knew just how to get me off and sucked on my clit, with her fingers on my G spot. I licked and finger fucked her hot pussy. We both moaned and bucked our pussy’s as super orgasms hit us. I almost blacked out with pleasure. Millie loved to feel my big tits and kept licking my wide open bush, making me twitch with her licks on my clit. We just lay there in our bliss…..
Ben…..
It was Friday night and Lena was in the shower getting ready to head out to her moms. I heard giggling. Lena and Millie both in the shower together?….I envied lucky Lena getting to see sexy Millie naked and wet in the shower…and a lot more…..
Narrator…..
Ben smiled to himself. You see Ben already knew about Lena and her mom having sex together. How?….the Limo driver Arthur. They went back many years and he was loyal to Ben. Ben owned a big company, and Arthur had been his personal family driver for years. He told Ben discreetly about Lena and her mom. They had had sex in the back of the limo. It had blacked out windows and a raised solid divider between them and Arthur…they thought.
They didn’t know about the tiny video camera back there, that Ben had installed for clients. Lena would tell Arthur to ’take a drive’ and then the sex would go wild between Lena and her mom. Ben and Arthur viewed the videos and chuckled about it. “..At least she ain’t cheating on you with no man!” Arthur and Ben laughed.
Ben pondered what to do next. He just knew his horny wife and daughter were having ’girl’ sex in the shower… at this very minute. He decided to make a bold move……
He got naked, went in the big master bathroom, open the shower door, and got in with them. The girls freaked!, and shrieked a loud scream. Ben ignored them and started taking a shower as usual…except…he had a huge hardon. The girls began to calm down and now giggled. “Daddy, you look hot.” Millie said. Lena was in shock and stammered. She tried to say something about…”Dear…your daughter is in here!…I….oh my god…you got an erection….she can see it…oh my god.” Ben still ignored them, but then, turned and smiled. “We can save water by all showering together, right?” The girls giggled and said: “Oh…right!”, then proceeded to give Ben the shower of a lifetime.
They both soaped him up and Millie went right for Ben’s hardon. Next they were both stroking his soapy hardon as they all began to have a standing hot soapy shower together. Ben felt both their wet soapy tits and they all started a grand kissing and feel up orgy.
Ben got to feel Millie’s tits and pussy along with Lena’s. The girls felt each other along with Ben. The girls got on their knees and took turns sucking on Ben, as he felt 4 of the best tits he had ever felt, ’together’. The girls were so hot they both tried to suck on Ben at the same time. His balls were being felt, Lena and Millie soaped up his ass and started sticking fingers in his ass…..they started jacking him faster.
Ben could take no more…He couldn’t hold it and started shooting cum, huge bursts of cum in both there mouths. Lena and Millie were fingering each other and both had orgasms deluxe. They moaned as Ben slowly sank to the floor in ecstasy. The feel ups continued as Ben now joined them in fingering their pussy’s….
—–
“Good morning Sir, and Miss Millie, how was your weekend?” Arthur said. Ben and Millie got in the back holding hands and both said “Great!”.
Ben said: “Arthur”…..….’take a drive’
Slowly up came the solid divider, (on came the video camera automatically) as Arthur said:
“Yesssss Sir!”

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The Hot Essay

My first erotic story is a fantasy of a professor facing his attraction for a nympho student in his class.

Fiction

Danni

She had highlighted her cheeks with rouge and the lip gloss was Stunning Red. The long black hair cascaded over her right shoulder and covered her breast. She had on a gold and jade necklace that matched the color of the eye makeup which was too heavy, but it didn’t matter. It was the dress that popped.

Fiction

Siblings, lovers. Part 1

Kyle cried out as he began to empty his balls into his sister’s womb. Erin, who normally stands 5-foot-4 with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, was on her back, pulling her brother’s perfect nine-inch cock deeper into her pussy.
“Oh Kyle, that’s it, cum in my pussy,” she moaned. “I need your sperm deep in me.”
She could feel every pulse of his cock filling her already dripping wet pussy with the warm semen she craved.
Eventually Kyle’s supply of cum ran out, but Erin could still feel his cock pulsing with each heartbeat. He kissed her and pulled their hot, sweating bodies closer together. He felt her beautiful C cup breasts push against him as she wrapped her athletic legs around his waist. She ran her fingers through his short, brown hair as he gently pulled at her earlobe with his teeth.
Erin pulled Kyle’s head up, so she could look into the intoxicating blue eyes they shared. She didn’t need to say anything.
###
At 17, neither one had experienced more than a few awkward kisses in a dark of the movie theater or back seat with anyone else. But they were deeply, uncontrollably in love, and they both felt it.
As twins, they had always been close, even when they were supposed to be fighting with each other, as siblings often do. They watched out for each other all the way up through school. On more than one occasion, they found themselves in the principal’s office together, usually after an unsuspecting bully picked on one or the other. There were a few times when Erin came to Kyle’s rescue. Somehow they managed to avoid anything more than a stern look and a “get back to class” though.
Erin went out on a few dates once they started high school, but she kept inadvertently comparing the boys to her brother. She always came home sooner than she’d planned, only to sit up half the night talking to Kyle.
Eventually, Erin realized she was falling in love with him. He was completely oblivious, and it didn’t matter. She gave up on dating, content to spend her free time with Kyle.
Kyle stood six feet tall with brown hair. He didn’t have the body of a Greek god, but he was a solid 160 lbs. In his life, he had a grand total of two dates to his credit. The first, with a brunette named Samantha, seemed to drag on for hours. He uttered about five words the entire night, which was fine with her. She was in love with the sound of her own voice.
On his second attempt, he asked a redhead named Rachel if she’d go to the Homecoming dance with him. The night ended with his first kiss. She never returned his phone calls, and barely acknowledged him in class.
So when Erin stopped going on dates, he hardly noticed. There was no need for her to explain why they were spending weekends together. It was simply a fact of life.
Their first kiss happened on the worst night of both their lives. They were 16.
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It had been raining on and off for three days, and neither one wanted to leave the comfort of the basement. Their parents had tickets for Stravinsky’s Firebird Suite, their mother’s favorite, and so their father dutifully accompanied her despite the deluge.
Erin and Kyle spent the evening in the basement, watching horrible science fiction movies, and keeping their own running commentary. Erin nodded off on Kyle’s chest just before midnight, and soon they were both mostly asleep. It was a kind of half-sleep, where they still heard the things going on around them, but their minds simply incorporated the sounds into their hazy dreams.
Neither one was consciously aware of the doorbell at first, but after the first two rings Kyle realized the DVD ran out a while ago. He laid Erin’s head down on the side of the couch and headed up to the front door.
By now, the ringing had turned to knocking. The rain was still pouring down, and Kyle was surprised to see a sheriff’s deputy when he turned on the porch light. He opened the door and invited the man in, still a little groggy. He checked the hall clock, which read 2 a.m., but wasn’t quite awake enough to be concerned.
The deputy asked Kyle who his parents were, and then gestured to the kitchen, suggesting they sit down. Kyle furrowed his brow and pulled two chairs from the kitchen table.
By this time, Erin awoke and realized Kyle was no longer with her. She heard heavy footsteps and voices upstairs, and joined her brother as he was sitting down.
She stopped cold when she saw the cop in their kitchen. She looked at the clock on the microwave, then to the stranger, then to her brother. She was beginning to panic.
Kyle realized what was happening when he saw the look on Erin’s face.
“Is this your girlfriend?” the deputy asked.
“No,” Kyle said, grabbing a chair for her. “This is my sister, Erin.”
“Oh,” the deputy said, looking as his boots, which still had small pieces of mud clinging to them. “I’m very sorry to tell you that your parents were both killed tonight. Their car was caught in a flash flood, swept off an overpass. We couldn’t get to them until the flooding slowed down.”
Kyle reached for Erin’s hand. Nobody spoke.
The deputy went on, something about paperwork and identifying the remains in the morning, but all the twins heard was the slow, deafening sound of their own hearts. Kyle closed the door after the deputy, and returned to his sister in the kitchen. He stood at the entrance to the kitchen, leaning on the wall for support, and stared blankly at Erin. She walked over to her brother and laid her head on his chest. She put her arms around him, afraid to squeeze too hard, and he caressed her hair.
They stood in the kitchen like that until Erin pulled Kyle’s head down to her and kissed him. It wasn’t until he tasted the tears running down her face that realized he was kissing Erin, his sister. He paused for a moment. Although their lips met perfectly, she was his sister. You weren’t supposed to kiss your sister like that.
Then Kyle realized nobody could ever compare to her. In that moment, he fell in love. Soon they were both crying and clinging to each other, trying to understand what had happened to them in the last hour.
After some time, Erin took Kyle’s hand and led him to what used to be their parents’ bedroom. The entire house felt foreign to them. She simply removed her shirt and pants, then pulled off Kyle’s. As the sun rose, they laid down and fell asleep pulling each other closer, arms and legs intertwined.
###
Again, the doorbell rang.
This time, Erin was the first to wake up. She carefully removed herself from Kyle’s warm body, pulled his white shirt over her black underwear, and buttoned it as she walked down the steps. She noticed a dark blue Ford in the driveway, and recognized the County Sheriff standing at her door, hat in his hands. The expression he wore was soft, not at all the stern lawman’s gaze she’d seen on campaign posters.
Erin’s heart sank when she remembered the visit eight hours earlier. She cracked the door and stuck her head around the corner, looking up at the man who stood nearly a foot taller than her, squinting in the bright sunlight.
“Hello Miss,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry, but we need you and your brother to come to the hospital for a few things.”
Erin nodded absently.
“I’ll just wait in the car. Take your time.” He turned and went back to his car.
She returned to her brother and woke him.
“Kyle, wake up,” she said softly. “Kyle, we have to …” she let the sentence trail off.
At first, he was a little confused at waking up in his parents’ bed. He hadn’t slept in that bed since he was eight, but then the whole night hit him again.
“Oh … yeah,” he murmured.
Neither one bothered to shower. Kyle threw on his black cargo pants, a grey work shirt and his favorite Pumas. Erin put on jeans, a plain black t-shirt and her worn-in flip flops. She pulled her hair into a pony tail, and they were out the door without another word.
###
They returned home five hours later, physically and emotionally exhausted, but at least the worst part was over.
Neither one was hungry, but Erin said she wanted to shower. She undid her jeans and pushed them down over her hips while closing the bathroom door. When she heard it latch, she realized she was alone for the first time. She began to panic.
Erin kicked the pants off her ankles, yanked the door open, and ran down the hall looking for Kyle. She crashed into him coming around a corner, and hugged him fiercely.
“Erin, what’s wrong?” he asked.
At first she didn’t say anything, but he gently pulled her head away from his chest to see her face. Her beautiful blue eyes were streaming tears.
“I was alone,” Erin sobbed. She didn’t care that she wasn’t wearing pants. She needed her other half.
“What do you mean?” he said. “I’ve been right here.” But Kyle knew exactly what she meant. He felt it too.
“Come on, I’ll come with you,” he said, and ushered his partially undressed sister to the bathroom.
At first, Kyle simply stood in the bathroom with her, but when she started to pull off her top, he took a step closer and helped her with it. He tried to remove her bra, but didn’t really know what to do. She put her hands on his, showing him how to release the clasp. His hands brushed her sides as the black bra fell to the floor. She’d never felt a caress quite like that.
She reached up and started working on Kyle’s shirt buttons. He was confused for a moment, but the look in her eyes said everything. Erin needed to be close to her brother. In fact, they both needed each other.
The water was warm, and they let it fall on them for several minutes without moving. Then Kyle took the soap and began to wash his sister’s right arm, moving up from her hand to her shoulder and neck. Moving to her left side, he worked down to her hand and back up to her shoulder. He hesitated at her collar bone.
“It’s OK,” Erin said, and for the first time in their lives, he touched her breasts. Kyle spent a long time holding and squeezing his sister’s beautiful tits. He pinched her quarter-sized nipples gently, which made her whole body tingle. Eventually, he moved down her flat tummy (she played JV soccer), and to her hips. He knelt down to continue with her legs, quite inadvertently putting her pussy six inches from his eyes. He studied it for a moment, then looked up at her.
Erin spread her legs slightly, for him to better see his first real-life vagina. She kept it shaved, and silently hoped he liked what he saw. Her hopes were rewarded when he softly kissed her about two inches above her clit. He slowly moved on to washing her legs, massaging her thigh muscles, then moving up her back.
Erin felt a little woozy when Kyle’s lips brushed her skin. She could feel the blood pulsing through her pussy. She felt her clit get subtly firmer and her pussy lips swell. She wanted Kyle. She wanted her brother.
If she’d been paying attention, Erin would’ve noticed her brother’s cock getting harder, but her mind was swimming in the unfamiliar sensations running through her own body.
Kyle pulled the hand-held shower head down, and rinsed off the soap. The water ran down Erin’s body, occasionally dancing over her clit, making her head spin. He let the water stray toward her pussy for a few moments, spraying her clit directly. Erin swallowed hard and felt short of breath.
After he returned the shower head to the wall, Erin took the soap and washed her brother, massaging him, working her way down his body.
Erin first noticed her brother’s cock when it brushed her leg, fully hard and nine inches by now. She smiled knowing she did that. She took her it in her hands and stroked it tentatively, a little awkwardly. Kyle closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his sister’s hands running up and down his shaft. She gently squeezed his balls, imagining the cum building up inside, waiting to be released. She slowly moved down to wash his legs, returning to his cock occasionally to make sure it didn’t soften.
By the time she had rinsed him clean, Kyle’s cock was throbbing, bouncing slightly with every beat of his heart. Erin pulled him closer and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Her free hand ran down to his cock, while he squeezed her breasts and nipples.
Erin broke the kiss and turned around so her back was to him, hand still stroking his cock. She slowly ran the head of her brother’s penis along the outside of her sex, which was dripping wet from the inside. Slowly, she pushed down onto his cock, until the head was just inside. It was the most incredible thing she’d ever felt.
Kyle, for his part, let his sister take the lead. He knew enough to know that his wasn’t exactly average, and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Erin.
Slowly, Erin sank her brother’s cock into her pussy until it reached her virginity. She pushed against it, but was too scared to do it herself.
“What’s wrong?” Kyle asked.
“N-nothing. It’s just–you’re going to have to do this,” Erin stuttered.
She looked over her shoulder at him, blushing a little. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“Just do it quickly,” she added.
He pushed deeper into her. She inhaled sharply, through clenched teeth, when it happened, but it hurt less than she expected. As the pain subsided, she savored the feeling of having her pussy filled with her own brother’s cock.
Kyle began to fuck his sister in short, slow strokes.
“Oh, Kyle,” she moaned. “That feels so incredible. You’re so perfect.”
Kyle moaned incoherently in reply. Then he reached to her breasts, pulling her up to him, hugging her from behind. Erin gasped as his cock pushed against her tummy from the inside. Then she began to rock her hips, feeling every inch of his throbbing hard cock pushing against the front of her sex.
Kyle reached down to massage her clit. Erin didn’t realize how close she was to cumming, but within seconds her body was shaking and her pussy was squeezing her brother’s cock even tighter.
“Erin, I’m going to cum,” Kyle groaned.
Erin couldn’t find her voice. She simply kissed him and continued fucking his cock until she felt him start to cum. Kyle pushed into his sister as deep as he could, and his streams of cum shot into her pussy.
“Kyle, don’t stop,” Erin purred. “Fill my pussy, I need your cum in me. Ohhh, it feels so good.”
Kyle was still rubbing her clit, and Erin was still cumming, her pussy squeezing every last drop of cum from her brother’s throbbing cock.
They were both light-headed, and leaned on the wall to avoid collapsing. Kyle’s cock softened a bit, and it slipped out of his sister’s vagina. Some of his cum, mixed with fluid from her pussy, dripped out, and washed away in the water.
“Kyle,” Erin panted as she turned to face him.
“Erin, I love you,” he blurted out before she could finish.
She pulled his body close to hers.
“I know,” she said. “I love you … I have for a while.”
The water spraying from the shower disguised the tears falling from her beautiful blue eyes.
“I love you,” Erin repeated. “I will always love you.”
###
Kyle and Erin realized they hadn’t eaten since the night before. They were both too tired to cook, so they ordered Chinese. They ate quietly at the kitchen table, trying to figure out what to say.
“Kyle, what do we do now?” Erin asked.
Kyle looked at her quizzically. He wasn’t sure which thing she was talking about.
“About,” Erin hesitated, gazing down at the table. “About mom and dad.”
“Oh,” Kyle sighed, thinking he’d almost rather talk about what had just happened between them. “Well, they said Social Services would be checking on us in the next few days. I don’t think they’re going to make us move though, we’d be 18 by the time they managed to do anything. You know how slow the government is.”
“Do you think they’ll let us stay here?” Erin asked.
Kyle shrugged. “It’s worth a try. Mom and dad paid off the house last year, and between insurance and the bank accounts we should be fine for now.”
The conversation died off, and they contemplated their chop sticks for several minutes.
“Kyle,” Erin blurted out. “Earlier, when you said–when you said you loved me.”
Kyle ran his fingers along the side of his sister’s face.
“I love you Erin,” he said.
“Are you sure?” He’d never seen her so vulnerable, and she’d never felt so helpless. Kyle nodded and kissed his sister tenderly.
They were finished eating, and went over to the couch in the living room. They were kissing and clinging to each other like flotsam after a shipwreck. They started removing each other’s clothes slowly, one item at a time, until they were both completely naked.
Erin had been massaging her brother’s cock since his pants came off, and started to kiss her way down his chest. She kissed the tip of his penis, tasting the drop of precum, then ran her tongue the length of his shaft.
Kyle had never felt a girl’s mouth on his cock before, and the sensations his sister gave him were incredible. He ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair as she took the head of his dick into her mouth.
“Erin,” he groaned. “Oh, that feels incredible.”
Erin looked up at him, smiling with her eyes. She tried to take as much as she could, but didn’t want to choke. Kyle didn’t mind, he was loving his first blow job. When he thought about it, the fact that it was his twin sister turned him on even more.
Erin released his cock from her mouth for a moment, stroking it with her hand. Kyle nudged his sister back on the couch, kissing from her right knee up the inside of her toned leg to her pussy. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do, but figured he’d start with her clit. She seemed to like what he did in the shower.
He flicked his tongue lightly along her lips and up to her clit, barely brushing it. He felt her muscles tense up. Erin ran her fingers through his hair, pushing him farther between her legs. He licked her clit with more force this time, and continued, building up a slow, steady rhythm. She was breathing heavily, letting out soft moans and sighs.
Then Kyle ran his index finger along her dripping wet lips, sliding it into her pussy up to the second knuckle. He gently worked one, then two fingers all the way into his sister.
Erin’s breathing was more ragged, and her moans got louder. She pulled gently at his head, bringing his face back up to hers. She spread her legs wider and took his cock in her hand, sliding it along the entrance to her pussy, until he was slick with her juices.
“Erin, should we,” Kyle stammered. “I mean–uh, a condom? Maybe?”
Erin smiled up at her brother and pushed the head of his cock into her well-lubricated pussy.
“Don’t worry,” she said, staring straight into his eyes, which began to close involuntarily. “I’ve been on the pill for a year.”
Kyle was too lost in the feeling of penetrating her to form a coherent response. Instead, he slowly pushed deeper.
Erin felt every inch of her brother’s dick sliding deeper into her body. When he was completely buried inside her, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him as close as she could.
“I love you Kyle,” she whispered. “I’ll never leave you.”
Kyle kissed her deeply, and started to grind against her, his body rubbing against her clit. Erin gasped, and pressed her fingers into his back. After a few strokes, Kyle pulled away, far enough to take one of her nipples into his mouth. While he was sucking on Erin’s breast, he started sliding his cock in and out of his sister’s dripping wet pussy.
Erin had never felt so good in her life. She’d masturbated before, even experimented with putting things in her pussy, but it never felt like this. Every time he pulled back, she was aching to feel her brother’s beautiful cock stretching her pussy. She ran her fingers down between his legs, gently squeezing his balls. She could tell he was getting close.
She wasn’t ready for him to cum yet, so she sat up, shifting her weight onto him. She pulled him close and they rocked back and forth on the couch, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues.
Now they were both close to cumming. Erin pulled away from her brother, taking his face in her hands.
“Kyle,” Erin purred, laying back and putting her legs on his shoulders. “Give it to me hard.”
Kyle started to fuck his sister hard and slow, watching her gorgeous breasts bounce with each stroke, building up speed until their bodies were slamming together. Erin came first, she was screaming, and pulling him into her harder. Kyle pushed deep into his sister’s pussy and started to fill her with cum. He’d never felt it shoot out quite so hard. Kyle kept grinding against her, trying push deeper, and to make both their orgasms last longer.
Erin’s mind was lost in the feeling of her brother’s cum shooting into her. She felt every throb and pulse as Kyle emptied his balls deep inside of her. She felt her pussy eagerly sucking up every spurt, her body needed it.
After what seemed like hours, Kyle’s orgasm subsided, though his cock still throbbed and twitched with his heartbeat. He collapsed on top of his sister, now his lover. She stroked his head and whispered to him until his softened cock fell out of her. She could still feel his warm cum inside her, she savored the sensation.

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Airport Encounter

During a layover, I had no idea what I was in for.
This is my first story, so all feedback/constructive criticism is welcome!

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Pegs Goodbye Present (Goof Troop)

“Oh, yeah. That’s it.”
Max sits in a chair in front of his window, staring out across the way into Pete’s house. Or more exactly, Pete’s bedroom, where Peg is undressing from a hard day of work. She takes off her pink sweater to reveal a white lingerie bra holding back her massive love melons. Max sits with one hand holding his binoculars, and another one reaching into his pants.
“Oh, baby. That’s what I like.” He says, stroking his manhood inside of his pants. Peg goes on to pulling down her pants, revealing her huge, luscious round ass in a white thong. She goes on to take off her bra, as Max continues to gaze at her beauty. “This is it. I’m finally gonna see it.”
Suddenly, the sound of loud crashing and crazy screams fill the house, causing Max to stumble out of the chair and fall to the ground, bringing half of the room with him to the floor. He sits up and looks at his door and sighs.
“Looks like Dad’s home.” He says as he stands up and pulls up his pants. He lets the shade down so that no one can peek into his room, and goes downstairs. When he reaches the bottom, he cuts across the Living Room and into the kitchen to see his father, Goofy, welling up in tears.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” Max asks. “They cancel your favorite show again?”
Goofy lifts his head up and looks at his son. “Max…remember that good job I got a month ago?” Max nods his head yes. “Well, they’re…they’re…THEY’RE RELOCATING ME!!!”
He breaks down into tears again, as Max just stands their, shocked. He can’t believe what his father just said. “But…they can’t.” Max says. “They have their home based here. And I’m in my senior year of High School. This can’t happen!”
“Apparently it can.” Goofy says. “We’re gonna have to leave all of our friends. Oh, this is gonna tear Pete’s heart apart.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be devastated.” Max says under his breath, with a hint of sarcasm. As Max got older, he started to notice how Pete treated his Dad, and no longer felt him as a friend. Although he was still good buddies with Pete’s son, P.J.
Goofy stands up and wipes the tears from his eyes. “No. Now’s not the time to be sad. This is a new beginning. I’m gonna go get started on my packing. From what I heard, we’ll be going to some great foreign land. Some place called Siberia.”
As Goofy passes his son and climbs up the stairs, Max stands there with his eyes shot wide open & his jaw on the ground. “Siberia?” He says to himself. “I’m leaving the comfort of Spoonerville…for Siberia? This…this isn’t fair.” He falls to his knees on the kitchen floor, feeling his life is completely over.
The Next Day…
Max stands out in front of his house. His mood hasn’t changed since last night, he still feels lousy and sad. Beside him stands P.J, who feels just like him since Max told him the news.
“This sucks.” P.J. says.
“Yeah.” Max agrees. “So, has your Dad heard the news?”
Max gets his answer when he looks over at P.J. house, and sees Pete Tap Dancing on the coffee table wearing a Top Hat and carrying a Cane. “Does that answer your question?” P.J. asks.
“PETE! GET DOWN OFF THE TABLE!!!” Both boys turn to the house and see P.J.’s mom, Peg, yelling at Pete, who quickly climbs off the table. She has the voice of a Drill Sergeant when she’s angry, but the demeanor & body of an angel when you’re on her good side.
“Mom’s a little torn up about it.” P.J. says. “She liked having friends living right across from her.”
“Yeah, now we gotta move to Siberia.” Max says. “I haven’t even left my mark here in Spoonerville. No one will remember me or anything I did.” He sighs, feeling that he will be forgotten here. But a moment later, his frown turns into a smile; a smile that P.J. doesn’t like.
“Wait, Max,” he says. “Whatever you’re thinking…”
“I’m thinking that I’m about to go down in Spoonerville history.” Max says. “Get all of the nerds from school that you can, and meet me down at the Lumberyard. I just had a hell of an idea.”
2 Hours Later…
A giant ramp is set up across the street facing the front of the school. Behind the school, dozens of kids are holding a giant trampoline, ready to catch anyone that falls. At the top of the ramp, Max stands with his Skateboard and helmet, ready to make history. He puts his helmet on when suddenly, he sees P.J. climbing up to join him.
“NO! Max! Don’t do it.” He says. “It’s not worth it.”
“Yes it is, Peej.” Max says. “I’m not gonna be forgotten by Spoonerville. From this day forward, they’ll know me as Maximum Goof. The kid who jumped over Spoonerville High.”
With that, Max climbs on his skateboard and pushes forward. He barrels down the ramp, his speed increasing with every second. “This is it! I’m gonna do it!” he says. He reaches the bottom and shoots off the ramp like a rocket, flying into the air. He grabs his board and spins in the air, showing off for the kids watching. But his show ends when he notices that he’s falling too soon. “Oh no, I’m not gonna clear the school!”
He comes crashing down on the roof of the school, missing clearing it by a few feet. He keeps going and falls off the school roof, crashing through the branches of a nearby tree before hitting the ground. There’s a long silence, as the kids gather around Max.
“Whoa…THAT WAS COOL!!!” One kid yells. And that sets off cheering and chants from the crowd. P.J. rushes over to see if Max is OK, fighting his way through the chanting teens. But the chanting stops once a familiar voice is heard.
“OH MY GOD, MAX!!!”
The crowd disperses as Peg runs up to P.J. & Max. “Mom, what’re you doing here?” P.J. asks.
“I was passing by when I saw what happened?” She says. “What was Max thinking? Quick, P.J. Help me get him to the Van.” They both pick him up and carry him over to Peg’s Mini-Van, placing him in the backseat. Max starts to lose consciousness, and the last image he sees is Peg’s face.
“Am…am I in heaven?” He asks. Peg just smiles and buckles him in his seat. P.J. jumps in on the passenger side as Peg’s climbs in the drivers seat and takes them home.
Later that Night…
Max sits at the table in Peg’s kitchen, holding a bag of ice on his head. He has a solemn look on his face, as Peg walks over and slides him a glass of milk. The entire house is dimly lit, and it seems no one is there but them.
“So, you tried to skateboard over the school to make yourself famous.” Peg says.
“Yeah, I know. It was stupid.” Max replies.
“Not really.” Peg says. “There’s nothing wrong with trying to be remembered. You just went about it the wrong way.”
“Yeah…where’s PJ?” Max asks.
“He’s off chaperoning Pistol’s sleepover with friends.” She says.
“And Mr. Pete?” Max also asks.
“Working late at that lousy Car Dealership.” She says. “So it’s you & me alone here until you father can pick you up.”
Max’s face turns a little red. He’s dreamed of moments like this, but never thought that they would happen. He’s happy, but it fades once he remembers he has to move. “Until tomorrow, then we move.” He says.
Peg puts her hand on his shoulder. “Oh yeah. Heard about the move to Siberia. I’m so sorry, Max.”
“Just think of the things I’m gonna miss out on.” Max says. “No more hanging at the movies. No more days at the Skate Park…”
“No more spying on me through your bedroom window?” Peg interrupts, saying it with a sly smirk on her face. Max freezes as his heart jumps into his throat. He begins to panic, almost to the point of hyperventilation.
“Uh…I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mrs. P.” Max says in his defense. Peg takes her hand off of his shoulder and holds his hand.
“I’ve seen you with your binoculars, Max.” She says. “It’s OK. I’m flattered.”
Max looks up at her in shock. “You are?”
“With Pete spending all of his time either with the Car Dealership or trying to make Goofy look foolish, I’m glad someone still finds me attractive.” She tells him.
“You are attractive, Mrs. P.” Max tells her. “I mean, I’d marry you if I was old enough.”
Peg is touched by what Max has just said. “Aw, thank you, Max. That was sweet.” She looks into his eyes and can see the love he has for her. She also sees a bit of sadness there, as he knows that this might be the last time he sees her tonight. Acting on instinct, she leans in and presses her lips against his. Max is taken off guard, but quickly comes to enjoy this moment. After a minute that seems like forever, she pulls back from her kiss.
“I’m sorry, Max.” She says. “That was sudden of me, and I should’ve never…”
She doesn’t get the chance to finish, as Max lunges forward and kisses her, more passionately than she did him. Peg is surprised to see this from Max, since she usually knows him as the shy type. She becomes turned on by the kiss, and takes her arm and pushes everything off of it. She takes Max and places him on the table, still holding the kiss. Max probes his tongue inside of Peg’s mouth, causing Peg to pull back suddenly.
“Max! Are…are you sure you wanna do this?” Peg asks him. Max nods his head. Still feeling aroused, and remembering how Pete has ignored her lately, she decides to throw caution to the wind. She leans down and kisses him once more, this time she plunges her tongue into his mouth. Max reaches over and grabs her sweater, lifting it up enough to reveal her bare, massive breasts. Peg breaks the kiss, and pushes her luscious rack right in his face, smiling at him.
“Go ahead, I want you to.” She says. Without hesitation, he puts his mouth on her breasts and begins to suck on her nipple. She lets out a soft moan, not having felt this sensation in a long time. She reaches down in Max’s shorts and pulls out his hardening Cock, stroking the shaft gently in her palm. Max shivers a little, not use to having his member stroked by anyone else. He unknowingly bites down on Peg’s nipple.
“OOH!!!” She yells, feeling his teeth on her. Max quickly stops and looks up at her.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. P.” He says. “I didn’t mean…”
She calms him by putting her hand gently on his head. “It’s OK, Max. I like it a little rough.”
He smiles, before going back to suckling her large round tits. Peg starts to take off her tight pants, then she pulls down her white thong giving a clear view of her succulent pussy. She brings her leg over and straddles him on the table, but doesn’t insert his Cock into her yet. She lets it rub against the crack of her ass, which turns them both on even more. Max continues to suck on one breast, as he caresses the other in his hand. Peg starts to breath hard, and her pussy becomes moister with her juices with each motion of his rod against her ass. She’s finally had enough as she rises up, removing her breast from his mouth, creating a popping noise.
“OK, Max, enough foreplay.” She tells him. “It’s time to give you your going away present.”
“My present?” he asks.
“Yes. I’m going to make sure you leave here a man.” She says seductively, as she raises herself over his manhood. She guides herself onto his rod, cooing gently as she does. Max moans loudly, as he finally feels what it’s like to be inside of a real woman. Peg takes it easy, moving around slowly so to not bring Max to the edge too soon. “So, how do you like your present, Max?” She asks, knowing the answer.
“This…is the best…present ever…” he says, barely able to get the words out. His eyes almost roll into the back of his head, as he feels her warmness surrounding him. He grabs her thighs and holds on to them tightly, as she slowly starts to bounce up & down. The table begins to rock & shake from the force, as Peg’s breasts bounce hypnotically up & down, almost like a yo-yo being played with. Max’s eyes are fixed on her enormous Funbags, and it doesn’t help that he’s almost ready to blow.
“Mrs. P…I’m think I’m gonna…”
At that moment, a thought runs through Peg’s mind that makes her stop her motion. “I can’t let him cum on the table.” She thinks. “There might be stains left. Or worse, the entire table might break. And I don’t wanna explain this to that dumbo Pete.” Coming to a conclusion, she takes herself off of his Cock and climbs off of the table. Max has a look of worry on his face.
“Mrs. P? Did I do something wrong?” He asks.
“Oh, of course not, Max.” She says lovingly. “I just thought of a better way of doing this.” With that, she slowly bends over, resting her breasts against the cold counter, and sticking her inviting ass out for Max to take advantage.
“Awesome!” he says as he climbs off the table and approaches her. He guides his Cock back inside of her love walls and gently pushes in & out of her. Peg bites her lips, loving the feeling of having a Cock inside of her again.
“Oh yes. That’s it!” She says. “Don’t be afraid, Max. Push it in as deep as you can.” He follows orders, and thrusts himself deep within her. Peg puts her head down on the counter and clenches her hands into fists. “Yes! That’s it, Max! Fuck me!” He slams into her again & again, drunk off of the feeling of fucking her pussy. As he continues to drill her, he feels himself about to blow.
“Mrs. P…” She already knows what he’s about to say.
“Pull out and spray it on me, Max.” She tells him. “Spray it all over my ass.”
Not wasting time, he does exactly that, pulling out and releasing his load all over her ass. His meat begins to go limp, as he stands there trying to catch his breath. Peg relishes the moment. It’s been so long since Pete has even touched her, and with Max leaving, she wants to enjoy it as long as she can. Suddenly, the two can hear a car pulling up in the driveway. Peg’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates.
“PETE!!!”
She stands up and starts to get dressed, as Max straightens himself out and picks up the stuff that Peg knocked off the table onto the floor, trying to make the Kitchen look normal again. Once everything is settled, they both head out the front door. They see Pete stepping out of his Luxury Sedan, with a crooked grin on his face. On the street, 3 Moving Trucks with dozens of movers ready for action. This only makes Max miserable again, as he remembers that he has to leave. Peg, infuriated, walks up to Pete.
“What do you think you’re doing, Mister?” She asks, enraged.
“What? I’m just helping the Goof get a jumpstart on his move.” He says, trying to sound innocent. He then turns his attention to the movers. “THAT’S THE HOUSE, BOYS!!!” He yells to them. “LEAVE NOTHING BEHIND!!!” He turns away and laughs, feeling triumphant after all these years. But the feeling fades as he hears a familiar voice yelling from down the street.
“YIPPEE!!! YAHOO!!! WHOOPIEE!!!!” He turns back around to see Goofy jumping & cheering towards him.
“What’s going on, Dad?” Max asks.
“Well, my Boss just told me at work that I can’t be moved. Something about astronomical calamity if we move to Siberia.” Goofy says. “So, he’s given me a permanent spot right here in Spoonerville!”
Pete’s jaw drops as a look of pure horror fills his face. “B-b-b-b…but that means…”
“Yep!” Goofy says, interrupting Pete. “Me and Max will be staying in Spoonerville…FOREVER!!!”
Max’s eyes light up, and he jumps up for joy upon hearing the news. Goofy begins to dance (which will only be described as ‘horrific’), as Pete slowly begins to break down.
“No…NO…NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!” He falls to his knees, bawling in tears. Max just looks on, with a jovial look on his face. He then feels someone putting a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see that it’s Peg.
“Looks like we’ll have more time for practice.” She says, winking at him. Max just smiles at her, then joins in with his father dancing. Pete is lying on the ground in the fetal position, screaming ‘No’ over & over, as he realizes that now he’ll never get rid of Goofy.

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