Bruna smiled as she looked out of her bedroom window and saw the sun shining across the street. There was nothing she loved more than being outdoors in the sunshine with her friends and today was not an opportunity she was going to pass up.

She reached for her phone and sent a text to Fabio, her friend who lived a few houses down the street; ‘park today?’ it read. A few minutes later, Fabio had replied with ‘yes baby! I’ll pick you up. Luís and Ricardo are coming too’.

Bruna was happy with this news; Fabio, Luís and Ricardo had always been the in-crowd in Londrina, the town where they all lived, and recently Bruna had started hanging out with them and a few of the others from the neighbourhood. Bruna had grown up on the same street as Fabio so had been friends for years, but this was different; now she felt cool with the others around as well.

Since she had turned 18, she had been taken under their wing and been taken to parties and raves that she would never have dreamed of going to on her own – there was even an impromptu weekend road trip to São Paulo that she was a part of. Her life had changed with these three guys and it was a seemingly endless exciting time.

An hour or so later, Fabio texted again to say he was on his way and Bruna should meet him at her front door. She shouted a brief ‘goodbye’ to her mum and went out the front door to see Fabio striding towards her from down the street.

‘Hey Bruninha,’ he said, smiling.

‘Hi Fabio,’ replied Bruna, reaching up to embrace her friend as he reached her house.

Fabio was 6’1″ to Bruna’s 5’2″: mixed race with black curly hair, he had grown into a good looking young man and Bruna found herself often attracted to the muscular physique and impressive cheekbone structure that her old friend exhibited.

‘The other two are in town, they’re going to meet us there,’ said Fabio, twirling his football on the end of his finger.

‘OK,’ said Bruna, ‘we should stop off and get some supplies on the way.’ Fabio nodded in reply and the two friends headed to the park, picking up food, beers and some spirits on the way.

Strolling through the town and over the road bridge that crosses the Ribeirão do Cambé, Bruna looked out at the twinkling reflections the sun was making on the water. So calm and peaceful, she thought, contrasting with the traffic whizzing past her other shoulder.

By the time Bruna and Fabio had reached the clearing that bordered Córrego Capivara, Luís and Ricardo were already there. Bruna could make out Ricardo’s tall, lithe body as they got closer, and saw him flick strands of his mop of thick black hair away from eyes. Luís was standing beside him, shorter in stature and with darker skin, he grinned as the two newcomers approached him before giving a warm hug to Bruna and pecking her on the cheek.

‘Hello sweetheart! I see you have brought beers for us!’ taksim escort he said with a chuckle.

‘Yep, plenty to go round as well,’ replied Bruna, delving into her bag and handing a beer to each of her friends before taking one for herself.

The clearing was as secluded as it was spacious – an open expanse of grass over a small stream that had very few passers by. Generations of young adults in Londrina had used it for all kinds of recreation, but these days it was where Bruna and her friends called home. They would come and while away summer afternoons drinking, chatting, laughing and today was no different.

The sun was beginning to set into the early evening as Bruna sat on the grass, her head spinning a little after a few hours in the sun, not to mention the effects the alcohol was having on her young mind. She was watching the boys kick the football around, tackling each other and gradually becoming more competitive – though it wasn’t clear from Bruna’s angle exactly what the rules were to the game they were playing.

‘That’s a foul!’ screamed Luís.

‘Nah, stop being a baby,’ said Ricardo, dismissively. Luís wasn’t having any of it though and ran around behind Ricardo, grabbing hold of his shorts and pulling them down before running away laughing with the glee of a successful prankster.

Bruna gasped and then let out a whoop of laughter as she saw Ricardo’s shorts and underwear fall, a brief flash of his flaccid penis caught her eye before he quickly covered himself up again.

‘I think Bruninha might have liked what she saw there, Ricky’ said Fabio, turning to grin at Bruna.

‘No, no, er… I was just laughing at Luís,’ said Bruna, blushing.

‘It’s OK sweetie, you can tell me if you were enjoying yourself,’ said Ricardo, looking at Bruna in a way she could never remember him doing before.

There was a glint in his eye, and Bruna found herself smiling back at him, almost feeling as though she was mimicking his expression.

‘Well, I… um…’ she started, ‘I mean… I suppose I wouldn’t mind seeing it again,’ Bruna bit her lip as her eyes flicked between the three young men. She knew what was on the cards here and in her contented, slightly inebriated state she knew she wanted it as well.

It occurred to her briefly that the three of them must have discussed this, planned it all along, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it before Ricardo’s shorts were around his ankles again and she was watching him stroke his cock before her very eyes.

‘Mmmm,’ Ricardo let out a moan as his fingers ran up and down his hardening penis, his other hand cupping his balls, ‘does this work for you, Bruninha?’ Bruna nodded and sat up so she was on her knees and beckoned for Ricardo to come closer.

He did so, stepping out of his shorts and removing his shirt so that topkapı escort he was naked but for the flip-flops on his feet. Bruna reached out her hands and stroked the top of Ricardo’s legs, her hands wandering up and over his slender torso as her lips closed gently around his bellend.

Her eyes closed as she sucked, feeling her friend harden in her lips as her hands writhed back down Ricardo’s body, one of them now grasping the base of his cock and the other cupping his balls. She began to slide her head back and forth, lubing Ricardo with her own saliva, her tongue making little flicking motions inside her mouth along his shaft.

So caught up in the moment was she that she flinched as she felt a hand against her shoulder, stroking her left arm. Looking up with Ricardo’s cock still in her mouth, she was met with the sight of Fabio’s naked muscular body, his handsome face grinning down at her. Without hesitation, Bruna leaned across and smothered Fabio’s cock with her mouth, her right hand still tugging on Ricardo’s sloppy, saliva-covered member.

Fabio’s penis was fatter than Ricardo’s, thought Bruna as she felt it stretch her cheeks. Looking up again she saw Luís – now naked as well – stand alongside Fabio. Bruna reached out her left hand and began stroking his long dick – comfortably the longest of the three – as Fabio thrust his hips gently against her face.

This continued for several minutes as Bruna got to work on pleasuring her three friends. She was alternating her mouth between each hard, tasty cock: Ricardo, Fabio, Luís, back to Fabio, Ricardo again. It was all a blur for the young lady as her talented tongue flicked against their bellends and ran up and down their shafts, all the while taking each one deeper and deeper in her warm mouth as saliva and pre-cum dripped over her chin.

Eventually, Fabio hauled Bruna to her feet and kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining as their saliva sloppily swapped sides. Bruna could feel hands running over her body, tugging at her shirt and fumbling with the button on her shorts. She put her arms in the air as Ricardo and Luís lifted her shirt over her head to reveal her small, pert breasts.

The three men instantly got to work kissing Bruna’s little body; Ricardo and Fabio each taking a nipple into their mouths while Luís ran his tongue along her abs as they each stroked her back and shoulders. Bruna moaned softly, enjoying her friends’ lips on her body as she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs with her underwear. Standing naked, her toes curling in the long grass she looked down at the three men as they covered her in their saliva.

‘I’m ready to be fucked now,’ she said, smiling. Fabio responded wordlessly, by lifting her up and placing her on the grass on her back. Bruna looked up, still grinning almost manically tuyap escort as her fingers began to explore her moistening pussy. She started to rub her clit while the three men watched her, stroking their cocks above her.

Fabio was the first to move, kneeling down in front of Bruna and gently grasping her ankle with his hand. His fat cock was still glistening with her saliva as he rubbed the head against Bruna’s pink pussy lips, pre-cum mixing with her juices as her body quivered slightly at his touch.

Ricardo and Luís positioned themselves either side of Bruna’s head and she once again took turns to suck each of their throbbing penises. She could feel Fabio sliding inside her and wrapped her legs around his body, pushing him deeper and deeper.

‘Ohhhh yes!’ she screamed, as Fabio began to thrust in and out of her; his cock so fat, opening up her tight pussy like she had never experienced before.

Bruna closed her eyes tightly as her hands furiously tugged on Ricardo and Luís while Fabio continued to pound her. This was ecstasy like she had never known; she could hardly focus on what was going on – seeing stars, moaning loudly as her three friends used her in such a vulgar yet phenomenal manner. Ricardo let out a gasp to her right and spluttered,

‘I’m going to cum,’ as a warm jet of spunk splashed against Bruna’s cheek.

Turning slightly, she opened her mouth to catch the remainder of his load, but such was the power with which Fabio was thrusting against her, it was hard to stay still. Bruna felt drops of Ricardo’s cum hit her tongue, while others trickled along her lips and chin. She swallowed all she could before leaning in and licking all the excess off his bellend, just in time to catch Luís’ load from the other side.

By now, Fabio had slowed slightly so Bruna was able to angle Luís’ cock towards her gaping mouth and feel every drop of his thick cum her warm mouth. She lay back, took a big gulp and felt it slip down her throat.

There was just Fabio to come, and Bruna could tell he wasn’t far behind. His cock felt even bigger inside her as it started to swell with his cum and she was frantically rubbing her clit as he fucked her, her leg muscles tensing in anticipation.

‘Don’t stop… don’t stop… I’m going to cum on your cock,’ she gasped, her hair matted to her forehead with sweat, drops of Ricardo’s jizz running down her cheek. Fabio quickened his thrusts again, as though inspired by his hot friend’s promise, pounding his meat into her as her legs gripped around his shoulders.

‘Ohhhh FFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!’ screamed Bruna as her body convulsed with orgasm. Her hips thrust upwards, her legs writhed in the grass as she exploded with ecstasy. Panting, gasping to get her breath back, she lay with her eyes closed, Fabio still deep inside her. That was until he too was ready for orgasm: removing his cock from Bruna’s love chamber, he sat up slightly, tugging his cock aggressively as four thick ropes of cum splattered over Bruna’s body, the first reaching as high as her breasts while the rest flew across her abs.

The four friends lay silently near one another as the sun set over Londrina. Each one of them satisfied, fulfilled and closer to each other than ever before.

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“How are you feeling this morning, you ragamuffin, you?” Lucy entered Jackson’s room as the first rays of sunshine angled in through the window.

“My balls already hurt, Mom.” Jackson looked up at her with plaintive eyes.

“Oh, I see.” Lucy frowned.

Twenty minutes later she was sucking down copious amounts of sperm while porn played behind her on her son’s computer.

Later that day, she entered Jackson’s room and found him napping. She crossed the room quietly to check on him and couldn’t help but notice the absurd tent formed by Jackson’s hard member.

“Let me just take care of this for you, Jackie,” Lucy whispered. She told herself it was solely for her eighteen-year-old son’s health when she uncovered him and woke him up with a loving blowjob. But it was the first time she’d satisfied him without his asking for help. Even though she played porn on his computer again, she undressed down to her panties and let his eyes rove her body.

That night, Jackson watched porn at his monitor, while his mother took care of him under his desk. She moaned and cooed as he emptied his balls down her throat for the third time that day.

As the week continued, Lucy took care of her son’s unnatural urges with her hands, breasts, and mouth several times each day. They did it with Violet home. They did it with Lucy’s husband, Delmore, home. Jackson needed help with his accelerated sex organs, and Lucy gave it to him with a mother’s love.

Something happened over the next few days that Lucy did not expect. She became more and more curious about Jackson’s pornography. It was normal, after all, for a mother to develop an interest in her son’s hobbies. She’d often catch herself watching it out of the corner of her eye while her head bobbed up and down on that enormous penis. She wondered what it would be like to masturbate while watching strangers copulate. She especially liked listening to the amateur videos. The women often sounded like they were out of their minds with pleasure.

And then on Friday, the moment Jackson had been dreading arrived. Lucy took Jackson into the bathroom across the hall to check on his wounded hands.

“Let’s have a look, sweetie.” Lucy unwrapped the bandage on Jackson’s left hand and dropped the bandage in the trash. “Wow, it looks really good. Let’s check the other side.” She unwrapped his right hand and carefully examined the cuts. They had healed almost completely. “Congratulations, Jackie.” She gave him a chaste hug. “No more bandages needed. You’ve got your hands back.”

“Great.” Jackson looked down at the floor.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Lucy frowned at her boy. “You worried about school? You’ll be back on Monday. You’ll be caught up in no time.”

“I’m not worried about school.” Jackson scuffed his toes along the bathroom tile and looked up into his mother’s clear, blue eyes. “Will you help me with my… you know… with that… anymore? Now that I can use my own hands again.”

“With your thing?” Lucy shook her head and tried to look stern. “We talked about this, Jackie. Once you can do it yourself, there’s no need for me to help you.” The truth was Lucy was more than a little conflicted about stopping. Would she ever give another blowjob? Would she maybe try with Delmore? Her lips curved down in a sour expression as she imagined sucking her husband’s little penis.

“Please, Mom?” Jackson steepled his newly freed hands in prayer. “Just until Violet reverses the changes.”

“No means no, mister.” Lucy put her hands on her hips. “And I’d like a ‘thank you’ for everything I’ve done this week. A lot of mothers wouldn’t have handled their son’s thing, you know. No matter how desperate he was.”

“Sorry, Mom.” Jackson hung his head again. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Lucy stepped out into the hall. “Now if it needs taking care of, I’ll give you some privacy. You can go to your room and watch all the pornography you want. I’ll be downstairs folding laundry.” Would she ever watch porn again? As she walked down the hallway, she thought she’d miss that special week she’d shared with Jackson. She took a deep breath. Oh, well. Mothers have to learn to let go.

~~

“No, it’s true, I swear. The key was delocalization. Those electrons got busy, Claire.” Violet talked on her phone while sitting in the kitchen early Saturday morning. Girne Escort A forgotten cup of coffee steamed on the table next to her.

Jackson ate toast and watched her. She hadn’t asked for any more samples all week and he was a little disappointed. Now, he supposed, if she needed more samples, she’d have him do it himself.

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying.” Violet nodded vigorously, pressing her phone firmly on her ear. “They decoupled. But there’s no way to reverse it yet.” She frowned and listened for a little bit. “No blood. I used… other samples.”

Jackson’s ears perked up. Was she about to tell the person on the phone that she had milked her brother’s dick?

“You really won’t believe me?” Violet looked over at her brother and rolled her eyes. “Well then, I’ll send him over and you can examine him yourself.” She nodded at Jackson like they’d just decided something together. “Fine, two-thirty. Bye Claire.” Violet hung up.

“What?” Jackson raised his eyebrows.

“You have an appointment today at my friend’s lab. She wants to check you out.”

“Okay.” Jackson shrugged his shoulders. Maybe it’d be interesting. “You coming with?”

“Sorry, Jackie.” Violet shook her head and grabbed her coffee cup. “Chad and I have a date this afternoon.”

“Oh, cool.” Jackson tried to smile, but he was more than a little jealous of Violet’s stupid boyfriend.

~~

On a Saturday afternoon, Claire Ridland’s laboratory was mostly deserted. Only, Jack and Claire occupied the wide-open space filled with tables, computers, and all sorts of chemistry equipment. They sat on stools facing each other, Claire held a stethoscope up to Jackson’s meager chest.

“Seems normal.” She looked over at Jackson and gave him her professional smile. He was cute, in a meek, undernourished sort of way. She could tell Violet and he were siblings. They looked a lot alike. “So, what’s the morphological shift Violet was telling me about? She wasn’t super specific.”

“Morphowhat?” Jackson’s palms sweated as he pressed them into his thighs. Claire was a petite, raven-haired woman, with pretty, gray eyes and a beguiling smile.

“Body change. How’d your body change?” Claire put down the stethoscope and folded her hands in her lap, on top of her white coat.

“Well, I lost a lot of muscle after the accident. Like immediately.”

“Lost how?” Claire shrugged and reached for a needle and syringe. “Conservation of mass. It needs to go somewhere.”

Jackson eyed the needle with wide eyes. “What are you doing with that, Miss Ridland?”

“It’s Doctor Ridland, actually.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “I need to draw some blood.”

“Sorry, Doctor Ridland. I don’t like needles.”

“Really?” Claire sighed and put the needle down on the table. Was the little guy squeamish? “If not blood, what did Violet use for her sample? Did she swab your mouth? That might be her problem right there, I need something a little more potent than saliva if I’m going to run ribonucleic analysis.”

“She used a sperm sample.” Jackson eyed the needle on the table with obvious fear.

“She what now?” Claire raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Maybe I better show you.” Jackson stepped off the stool and unbuttoned his pants.

“Whoa, what are you doing?”

He looked up at her as he unzipped and dropped his pants. “You want to see what happened with your conservation of mass? You want to know what all the fuss is about? Here you go.” He pulled down his underwear, exposing his flaccid dick dangling between his legs. “I’m surprised Violet didn’t tell you.”

“Wait, so this was the result of the delocalization?” Claire leaned forward on her stool, eyes wide in fascination.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Jackson shrugged.

“I mean, your sister’s formula did this?”

Jackson nodded.

“Wow.” Claire stepped off the stool and dropped to one knee. She thought about putting on some rubber gloves, but she wasn’t going to touch it so she didn’t bother. “Violet Burton is going to be rich. I mean, if she can replicate the formula and create a counteractive solution.” Without thinking, Claire reached out with her right hand and gently squeezed the penis. It was so solid. “I assume one of the issues you’re having is an inability to form erections? It’s too big, right?”

“Nah, I’m having the opposite problem.” Jackson could feel his dick Magosa Escort stir in the pretty doctor’s hand. He could see Claire’s pupils dilate in excitement as she watched the blood rush to this dick.

“Um, maybe I need a sperm sample, too.” She removed her hand and watched the penis harden with amazement. Every time she thought it had finished growing, it swelled a little more. “There’s a bathroom over there you can use. I’ll get you a beaker.” Instead of reaching for a beaker, Claire lowered herself onto both knees and looked at the now fully hard organ in front of her. She could see the clear precum oozing out of the head.

“That’s the thing.” Jackson felt his newfound aggression returning, just as it had with his sister. “I can’t cum without help. If you need a sperm sample. Come and get it.” He placed his hand on top of her head and gently pulled her toward his dick.

“I don’t… I can’t…” Panic flashed across Claire’s face. And then a look of disbelief. “Is this how Violet got her s -?” Claire was cut off as the salty flavor of precum played on her tongue. She let this rail-thin boy push his enormous dick into her mouth. Her hands moved awkwardly out by her sides, unsure of where to go. Her fingers wavered this way and that until they eventually settled on Jackson’s bony hips.

“Were you going to say ‘sample’?” Jackson moved her head back and forth in short little thrusts. He didn’t want to choke the poor woman, so he backed off when she started gagging and then didn’t push her quite that far on the next stroke. “Vi needed two samples so far. She took the first one by hand. The second time she used her mouth, just like you’re doing.”

“MMmmgggghhhhhh.” Claire moaned around the giant penis in her mouth. Why was it so hot to think about her friend giving Jackson a blowjob? Was it the size of his organ? Was it that they were brother and sister? Had Claire just discovered a new kink? Had she discovered several at once? Claire’s poor panties were soaked. This was not how she thought her day was going to go.

“My poor sister was so into sucking my dick that she almost forgot to collect the sample the second time. She had to take the cum off her face to collect it.”

“Ggggggghhhhhhhhh.” Claire’s fingers pressed into Jackson’s hips and her head moved without his help now. She was sure she was minutes away from taking a sample off her own face, just like her friend. What had Violet created in her lab?

Fifteen minutes later, Jackson was ready. “Here it… aaaahhhhh… comes… Doctor Ridland… aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.” He let loose.

Claire’s cheeks bulged and quickly her mouth reached full capacity. She let the cum escape through her lips, run down her chin, and onto her white lab coat. She pumped her mouth on him until it was clear he’d finally finished. Then she quickly stood up, moved to the table, and spit the contents of her mouth into a waiting beaker. She put her hands on either side of the beaker and leaned over the table, letting the cum drip from her lips and chin down into the beaker and onto the tabletop. There was so much of it. A shiver ran down her body as she thought about what she’d just done.

“Wow, that was great. Best doctor’s visit of my life.” The background pain in his balls that had dogged him since the accident, only left when he came. It was a blissful hour or so until the ache slowly crept back.

“That was crazy.” Claire didn’t move from her position leaning over the table. “I’m not normally like this.”

“Me either.” “Jackson laughed as he buttoned his pants. “I used to be a normal teenager. Now look.” He waved his hand at the mess they’d created. “Look, I’m meeting some friends for some video games. It’s the first time I’ve seen them in a week and I’m already late. So, sorry to run, but…”

“Goodbye.” Claire didn’t look up at him. She’d have to get this all cleaned up before someone else wandered into to the lab for a little Saturday afternoon work.

“Okay. See ya.” Jackson walked toward the front door. “Let me know if you need another sample,” he called over his shoulder.

~~

Violet had a lovely afternoon date with Chad. They went to the park for a picnic with a meal he’d cooked and some red wine. They then went to the movies and stopped afterward for a few drinks at a local bar. Violet invited him home and they crept up to her room like teenagers past curfew, Lefkoşa Escort trying not to disturb her parents. Chad was such a good guy, he didn’t even seem to mind that she lived in her childhood bedroom which she’d turned mostly into a laboratory.

When they fell onto her bed laughing and undressing, the real disappointment started for Violet. Unfortunately for her boyfriend, Violet’s mind kept comparing him to her brother. And it wasn’t a favorable comparison. They made love. Afterward, Chad drifted off to sleep next to her, completely satisfied. Violet lay in bed for a long time, anything but satisfied. For the first time, she wondered if it wouldn’t be so bad if she never figured out how to reverse the effects of Serum 42.

~~

Late that night, Delmore snored soundly in their bed, and Lucy snuck out into the hall. She couldn’t sleep, so maybe a glass of water would do the trick.

The house was quiet as Lucy tiptoed down the hall. She was headed downstairs, but never made it past Jackson’s room. She stopped and put her ear up against his door. The unmistakable sounds of porn filtered out to her. From the sound of it, he was listening to her favorite kind. Little electric shivers went through her. She knocked softly on the door.

A few seconds later, Jackson opened the door and looked out. “Hey, Mom. What’s up?”

“I… oh, gosh, sweetie. Look at your thing.” Her eyes were pulled to Jackson’s erection, which had a towel draped over it. That was not to say that he held a towel over it. Instead, a towel hung from it like his penis was a clothesline. Was that his idea of modesty?

“Yeah, I was kinda in the middle of something.” Jackson looked down at his dick and then back up to his Mom. She looked beautiful in her long nightgown, with her nipples poking at the light fabric.

“I could hear what you were doing, sweetie.” Lucy pulled her gaze up to Jackson’s brown eyes. “I was thinking that… even if I’m not going to help you… um… maybe I could watch some naughty videos with you. For old times’ sake.”

“Sure.” Jackson stepped away from the door and let his mother in. He closed and locked it behind her. “Let me just get you a spot.” He went and grabbed the spare chair and carried it over to his desk, his dick swinging back and forth under the towel as he moved. He put the chair next to his desk chair and sat back in his spot.

“Thank you, Jackie.” With a few stops and starts, and much hesitation, she walked across the room and sat next to her son. She watched out of the corner of her eyes as he uncovered his penis. Goodness it was magnificent. “Um… what are we watching tonight?”

“I’ve really been into married women lately.” Jackson looked at his mom to see the blush on her cheeks darken. “So, this is one were a woman is meeting this large guy in a hotel and she’s recording it for her husband.”

“Her husband wanted this?”

“I guess so.” Jackson hit play and the poor little woman started moving on screen, getting absolutely demolished in the missionary position. He stroked his dick again.

“Wow, it seems like she really likes it.” It was all too much for Lucy. The poor woman on screen going crazy with pleasure. Her son massaging his massive tool so close to her. The smell of sperm that seemed to permanently linger in Jackson’s room these days. Before she knew it, she had her right hand on Jackson’s penis, stroking in a frenzy. And to her surprise, he had his hand under her nightgown, wigging two fingers in her vagina. The both kept their eyes on the screen.

“Mom… I’m gonna… cum…”

“Ooooohhhhhhh… me too… Jackie.” Lucy felt Jackson’s penis lurch in her hands as it sprayed seed high into the air. That pushed her over the edge, and she trembled with her own orgasm. Goodness gracious, her son was giving her an orgasm for the first time. The thought heightened her pleasure. She shut her eyes and moaned, she could feel her hand and arm getting covered in sperm.

When they’d both calmed down, she looked over at Jackson. He had such a sweet smile on his face. “Could you turn that off now?”

“Sure, Mom.” He shut off the video.

“Maybe, just maybe, you could show me more videos sometime?” She withdrew her hand from his penis. With her clean left hand, she gently removed his hand from between her legs.

“Yeah.” Jackson nodded enthusiastically. “Of course.”

“Okay.” Lucy stood. She was a little wobbly. “I’m going to go clean up. Can you clean the rest of this mess?”

“No problem.”

“Great.” Lucy moved on unsteady feet toward the door. “Goodnight, Jackie.”

“Goodnight, Mom.” Jackson watched her round figure disappear into the hall. What a day. He grabbed the towel and started cleaning.

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Dinner was how it would seem like on any other day.

My aunt Belinda would coax her sons into eating their vegetables, commending them if they do and threatening them with no TV if they don’t. When my aunt wasn’t attending to her sons, she was conversing with Grace on school, what she learned and what she did on her day, to which Grace only responded with casual indifference. Meanwhile, my uncle Tim and I chatted about anything that came to our minds, such as cars, sports and news in the business world. It would seem like a normal dinner in my relatives’ household.

Except it was not. At least not to me and not to Grace.

“Is it big enough?”

I blinked. Then I blinked again until I realized Tim was staring at me. “Huh? What?”

“Is the office big enough for you?” my uncle asked more pointedly.

“Oh,” I said, setting my mind straight. I waved a dismissive hand. “It doesn’t really matter to me. I don’t need much room. All I need is a place where I can work on your books. That’s about it.”

“Alright. Just give Mary the books back when you’re done.”

I frowned. “You could just switch to electronic. That’s what most accountants are using now.”

Tim shook his head. “No thanks. I don’t trust computers enough to keep years of accounts safe.”

“Honey,” Belinda scolded. “Will is just trying to help you.”

“Yes,” Tim conceded. “But he’s still my employee.”

“But if you treat him like a dog, he’ll unionize the entire staff against you.”

I tried a smile on my face. “Good idea. Our first demand would be higher wages and less working hours for us all.”

Lately, my uncle had been giving me his account books, gradually letting me become acquainted with the finances of his hotel business. For the first couple of months, he’s had me doing manual labor – tasks more fit for housekeepers – calling it a ‘breaking-in’ stage to let me get familiar with the everyday affairs of his business. This did not make remote sense to me since my dad had previously explained to my uncle that I was already a certified CPA from college before I came down across states and over a thousand miles from the north to work for him on his books. If he knew that, then Tim wasted two months of time neglecting my resume.

Maybe he wanted to see how hard or how smart my work ethics were. Maybe he needed another pair of hands to help with the maintenance of the hotel. Either way, those two months were worth the wait for better work. And better work meant better pay than what I was making before, which Tim had already accommodated as soon as he started setting me up with his account books and promised more pay raises later down the line. And a better pay adds bountifully more to my savings account that my dad had transferred all the way from New York City, which was meager to begin with.

Technically, I could afford to move out a month ago to an apartment or, at the very least, find a hotel to crash at. But it was more practical to just bunk out with my uncle’s family because I was living with relatives for free without paying rent until I’m financially secure. I wasn’t going to ask my uncle if I could steal one of his hotel rooms for me to live out in because that would be interfering with his business. However, as much as I appreciated them for letting me live with them, I came to Florida to start a life, not live off like a leech and get scolded out by my parents of being a freeloader again, just in a different household. Tim and Belinda said they didn’t mind their nephew living with them, but I was not inclined to put that statement to the test. As soon as I was certain beyond belief that I was more than monetary secure enough with a very large savings account for a rainy day, I was going to move out without overstaying my welcome.

Before, I had no qualms of leaving. Now though, I just didn’t know what to do with Grace.

She was perched in her chair, cutting into the baked chicken her mother had worked on cooking for the whole family, wearing a thin, black tank-top and blue sports shorts that left the skin of her legs and thighs bare. Usually, sitting next to her had my heart beating faster and my cock twitching. Now, being so close to her had my dick hardened immediately and a storm of dirty thoughts raging in my mind.

“What are you going to do for the weekend, sweetheart?” Tim asked Grace.

His daughter sat up straighter. “The mall. They have a huge clearance sale over there for the week. I’m going with my friends to see if we can find any good deals before they run out.”

“The mall?” Belinda sighed. “Shouldn’t you be more focused on school? I know it’s just the first month, but you need to concentrate on your studies. This is your final year before college.”

Grace pouted. “Mom, I already did my ACT and SAT. Remember? All I got to do is apply for a college and that’s it. And I don’t have work at Dad’s Girne Escort business anymore, now that summer’s over. Might as well spend the money I earned.”

“Just listen to your mom, Grace,” Tim told her. “Just because this is your last year, that doesn’t mean it’s time to relax.”

Grace sneaked an eye-roll at me. I just raised my eyebrows at her.

“Any plans you have for the weekend, Will?” my aunt asked.

I shook my head. “Not really. Stay home or go to the gym.” It was all I could do, really. Used to be, whenever I grew tired of searching and applying for jobs in New York and just wanted a day to cool off, I would go with my friends to a bar or a nightclub to drink and forget the troubles in our daily lives. If we were lucky, one of us would find a girl to fuck her brains out at a hotel room in a hot one-night stand. But those friends were several states away and going out alone was not as fun as it was with friends. So, all I was doing with my free time were playing with Shawn or Tristian, pumping steel at the neighborhood gym until I’m pouring sweat or wander the city or neighborhood aimlessly.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

I turned to Grace, an edge of the smile forming on her full lips. “Why?” I said. “I don’t need to buy clothes or anything else.”

Grace shrugged. “Something to do than just sitting at home. You can walk around with me and my friends and see what you like to buy.”

“Yes. That’s a good idea,” Belinda encouraged. “You need to get some fresh air or you’ll go crazy sitting around in the house.”

I glanced at my uncle, who merely shrugged back. “If you’re not doing anything, might as well do something new. You’ve been working hard for weeks now. Relax a little and enjoy yourself. It gets tiring sitting around in the house sometimes.”

“Exactly,” Grace responded enthusiastically. “So, what do you think?”

I gave Grace a long look before saying, “Alright. I’ll go. When do we leave?”

Grace brightened up. “Tomorrow. I want to be there as soon as possible. So, we’re going to leave after breakfast.”

I looked at my cousins, Shawn and Tristian. “Any of you want cinnamon buns?” I asked them. “I can get one for each of you.”

Shawn’s toothy grin was wide. “Okay,” he said while his younger brother Tristian bobbed his head in an eager nod, neither of them noticing the disapproving and deepening scowl on their mother’s face.

After dinner was finished, Tim went into his office to send a few emails to his associates while Belinda and her sons were in the living room, debating fiercely on what TV shows to stream for Shawn and Tristian to watch. Grace retreated into her room to do what little homework she had before going to bed, leaving me alone in the kitchen to wash the dishes from today’s dinner. With gloves and scrub, I rinsed the residue off the plates and set them on the rack next to the sink to let them dry overnight until they were sparkling clean.

Despite otherwise, my thoughts were anything but clean.

It had been a week since I had found Grace’s secret porn stash. A week since Grace asked me to fuck her. A week since she had begged me to turn her into my personal fuck toy, a slutty hole to do whatever I want at any given time I choose.

To say that I had not lived up to her last request would be pathetic.

Having rough sex with my cousin had just fried my mind, a figurative drug that put me on sexual high clouds before reality set back in and I dumbfoundedly realized the incest that had happened. The shock of my cousin becoming a whore out of nowhere and asking me to have incest sex with her flipped my entire world upside down to the point that I thought that day was nothing but a blissful dream. While it was certainly blissful, I knew I was in denial and, deep down, it wasn’t a dream. If she wasn’t family, it would have been an entirely different matter. But she was and, despite having done it a week ago, that fact alone was enough to have me hesitating on pushing my dick into her pussy again.

And even if I wasn’t being a coward or had too many questions to contend with, life quickly got in the way of a good thing, with me going to work and Grace returning to school, back to our mundane routines. Anytime we saw each other, at nights before going to bed or in the mornings before we got into our cars, we pretended like usual cousins and ignored the fact that we did not just have sex last week. And every night, when I’m not too busy sleeping uncomfortably with a hard-on in my pants, I had to fight the explosive urge to rise up from slumber, walk over to Grace’s bed and fuck her out of her sleep.

As for Grace…

In hindsight, she returned to her normal self and not the cock craving slut she revealed herself to be a week ago. One might not notice it, but the subtle changes to her demeanor around me was there only for me to notice. The way she tensed whenever I walked into her room. How her breath quickened Magosa Escort whenever we stand next to each other in the bathroom, brushing our teethes. The fire in her gaze whenever our eyes met even for the slightest of a second, the message between the lines clear as day.

She wanted me. I wanted her. Badly. And we both knew it. But she didn’t push it and neither did I, so we were both trapped in a sexual limbo, with me having innumerous questions on how Grace mercurially offered her body to me and why Grace decided to let her cousin have incest sex with her as if there was nothing wrong with that. I didn’t know how I could not have notice how she wanted me for the past two months, but after the lucid memory of last week’s incestuous sex had burned into my mind, a week in this sexual limbo was making the previous two months of suppressed desire seem like nothing.

So, the real question was hanging in the hot, tense air between us.

Who is going to break first?

When the last dish was up and drying on the rack, I put away the scrub and gloves and walked to the room where I had had sex with my cousin a week ago. I passed Shawn and Tristian arguing over who gets to choose what show and my aunt Belinda refereeing the battle over the TV, climbed up the stairs and strolled into Grace’s room. I half-expected to see her masturbating to a video from her porn stash. Instead, she was on her laptop, clicking through a PowerPoint with a pencil and a notebook on the side, writing down notes and switching between PowerPoint and looking up additional information on the Internet.

If she noticed that I entered the room, she gave no visible reaction to it. I walked over to my ‘bed’ – which was basically an air mattress I bought on the first few days I spent at my relatives’ home – and opened up my luggage that was sitting by my sleeping area. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grace slightly jumped at the opening sound of the luggage’s zipper but didn’t turn her head away from the screen. I fished out my heavy headphones with enough sound-cancelling to turn a cannon fire into a squeak and my laptop, intent on watching some streaming shows by myself to kill some time before getting ready for bed.

On my out the door, my name was called. “Will?”

I turned to see Grace looking at me. I didn’t think she was breathing when her eyes quickly glanced at my crotch, where my cock was burning under the heat of her gaze. Her mouth opened but no sound came out.

“Yeah?” I said pressingly.

She blushed and shook her head. “No, no. Never mind.” She quickly returned to her work and resumed clicking on her laptop, but I could tell her mind was not in the realm of school. My cousin was probably thinking about last week, just as I was at that moment.

I just stood at the doorway, watching her back with the thought of pushing her against the desk, pulling down her shorts and panties and shoving my dick into her wet cunt flashing in my mind. I’ve done it similarly before with other girls whenever I wanted some more. It would have been easy, and she would have taken it anyhow like last time. She would have loved it. Just lock the door and fuck the living life out of a self-confessed slut.

But I walked out, cursing myself for being a pussy and cursing myself for having incestuous sex with my cousin, liking it and putting myself in an uncertain dilemma.

…

I was sitting at the kitchen table the next morning, dressed and prepared to start my day at the mall with people I didn’t know that well. I was watching the window with the blinds up, waiting for a car to pull up after Grace got the call that her friends would be arriving at any moment. I had already changed into a simple outfit of khaki shorts and t-shirt, making mental notes on what to buy if I choose to at the mall. Breakfast was already eaten but it was a light meal. Grace had warned against eating too much since there will be food trucks that she said hangs around the edges of the mall.

Grace was upstairs getting ready. My aunt and her sons were in the garage, pumping bicycle tires to exercise in the fresh air and clear skies while it was still good weather. My uncle had already left for his hotel business, as he did every day, but promised his wife and sons that he would be home in time for dinner, which he always fulfilled before.

I looked up to see a red Toyota Corolla pulling up to the curb and braking to a stop. “Grace!” I bellowed. “They’re here!”

I heard a door closed and footsteps coming down the stairs. I turned and instantly took a quick inhale of breath. Grace was wearing a shoulderless blouse that gave an abundant hint of her cleavage and a slight peak of the top of her large boobs. To my concealed disappointment, I could also see the straps of her bra as well. Her jean shorts hugged her ass tightly and gave a full view of her smooth thighs.

“Done?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

“Yeah, let’s Kıbrıs Escort go,” Grace said, the first one out the door and leaving it to me to close it behind us.

We were walking down to the car when Belinda popped out of the garage, wearing sports shorts and a t-shirt, a pair of child-size bike helmets in her hands. “You going?” she asked us. We nodded. “Okay. Just take care of yourselves. And keep an eye on your wallets. Don’t lose that at the mall.”

“Okay Mom,” Grace said, a slightly annoyed expression on her face.

Belinda turned to me. “And take care of her, Will. Make sure they don’t do anything stupid.”

“Mom!” Grace exclaimed.

I stood next to my cousin, aware that my hand was just inches away from brushing against her ass. “I’ll take care of Grace, Aunt Belinda,” I promised. The words sounded innocent to my aunt, but it made heat rise up to my ears. But my aunt took no notice and slipped back inside the garage to help her sons.

I felt a nudge against my stomach and turned to see Grace pouting at me. “Really?”

“What?” I asked defensively. “I have to do what your mom says. I’m still living under her rules.”

Grace stepped closer and now my arm was brushing against hers. The touch of skin against skin sent goosebumps over my body. “But you don’t always follow the rules, do you?” she said vaguely, winking her eyelashes at me.

I was taken aback. “Wait, what?” I asked but Grace gave me no time to think or say anything else. She turned to walk back down to the parked car and I hesitantly followed.

The front passenger window opened, revealing a blonde girl, like Grace, but shorter and sandier than Grace’s dirty shade of blonde.

“Hey Grace,” she greeted. She waved at me. “Hi Will.”

“Hi Alice,” I said, waving back.

“Is there enough room back there?” Grace asked. In answer, the passenger car door was opened by an olive-skinned girl.

“It might be a tight fit though,” the olive-skinned girl said after giving me a once-over at my broad physique.

Grace prodded me forward. “That’s fine. Will can sit in the middle.”

I gave her a long face. “Why? Why do I have to sit in the middle?”

“Because that’s what a gentleman would do,” Grace said. “You can sit by the window on the way home if you want.” She tugged my arm. “Hurry up. I don’t want to be late before the good stuff on sale gets sold out.”

I heaved a sigh and stepped into the car. Her friend was right about the space being a tight fit because of my bulk. I had to scoot closer to Grace because I respectfully didn’t want to touch her friend and so I had to resort to pressing my muscled arm firmly against Grace’s porcelain skin instead. My hand was just inches away from her crotch as well as Grace’s fingers were grazing my thighs but the both of us kept our eyes forward.

A brunette peered through the rearview mirror at the backseat. “We good?” she asked. We all nodded and the brunette shifted gear and pulled out into the street, on the way to the mall.

Excluding Grace, there were three other girls in the car with us. I knew their names caught from the bits of conversations Grace had had with her parents and I’ve seen them before whenever they came over to the house for group study or just hang out before leaving for somewhere else, but I’ve never directly interacted with them.

The sandy blonde, Alice, was the sports freak out of all of them and it was evident from her current wardrobe of sports tank top and long yoga pants. But beneath it, her body was well-toned, and it seemed fat dare not touch her. Half of the girls play sports too, but Alice took swimming like a fish needed water. She wasn’t going to play professional or participate in any competition because for her, the thrill of sports was the sweat, speed and the pounding of the heart that drives her, not trophies, victory or glory.

The brunette’s name was Haley. She was more modestly dressed in only a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She might not look like it, but she was the brainy one out of the group. Any subject or given test, she would just knock them out of the park. If anyone she knew needed assistance on school, Haley usually helped them out. But she also had a side job of tutoring and, from what I have heard, she was making a killing out of it.

Sophia was the olive-skinned girl. Hispanic and the latest generation of Cuban-Americans, she was wearing a white skirt that stops just above the knees and a tanned halter top that left her shoulders bare, only held by a thin crisscrossing string around her neck. Grace had known her for a long time since Sophia’s family, who owned a Cuban deli, had mutual business with Grace’s family, making Sophia Grace’s longest friend since kindergarten.

The four girls chatted deeply in their conversation. They talked about what clothes they want to buy, what brands of perfume would be on sale, whether or not to buy shoes to go along their clothing, and so on. Meanwhile, I sat in the middle, pressing against Grace hard enough to leave a mark on our arms. Her body heat mingled with mine, her mere presence getting my dick hardened that I was unable to force back down. Nobody seemed to notice except for Grace, who gave no readable reaction but was not pulling away an inch.

Special thanks to IJS0904 for editing this story and serving as a sounding board for all my crazy ideas.

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I punched the code at the gate at the front of my driveway. Fixing that thing had been one of the most expensive and best investments I had made to the property so far.

I live on twenty acres of land at the end of a dead end road five miles outside of the town I grew up in. The old man who farmed the original one thousand plus acres died in the mid-eighties and, with no direct heirs, the family fought over the vacant property for nearly thirty years.

The first thing they put up for sale was a 1967 Ford Fairlane that didn’t run, but the old man just wouldn’t part with it. I went there with the hopes of buying the car to restore it and left with a handshake agreement to buy everything.

I sold my house in town and, with the money I had in savings and a recent inheritance of my own, paid for the place outright. It was mine, but thirty years of vacancy had taken a toll.

Over the last four years, I had finished the first floor and semi-detached garage, was half done with the second floor, demolished six structures, and converted the old hay barn into a large garage, workshop, and play area. That’s where I kept the Fairlane and Mark’s 1971 Plymouth Barracuda.

The property was gated (my most recent repair), quiet, and a big source of pride.

At least once a week, Mark and I would get together and “tinker with the cars.” Sometimes that meant we would work on them, sometimes that meant we would look at them and drink.

When I pulled in the driveway, Mark was in the barn. He had just received a few more parts that had been missing from his car, so he was anxiously toying with the Plymouth.

“It’s 5 o’clock on Sunday and you’re just getting home? You left at 4 on Saturday? Either someone died or you got laid.”

I grabbed a beer from the fridge for him and poured myself some of the bourbon I picked up on the way home. I had also picked up a pizza and we tore into it.

“You won’t be reading an obituary any time soon.”

“Was she as good this time around?”

“Better.”

“Do tell.”

And I did.

“She didn’t even let you all the way in the door?”

“Barely.”

“Well, I don’t think you have to worry about whether this was a one night fling or if she’s really into you. She answered that pretty clearly.”

“You could say that.”

“Did the two of you actually talk about what’s going on?”

“After our first go around, yeah.”

“First?”

“I was there over twenty hours. If you think we were done after the first hour, you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

“That’s right. I forgot. I’m married. I quit having sex ten years ago.”

“Then explain Jacob.”

He almost spit out a mouthful of beer.

“Touché. So… you admit to getting laid. You’re an asshole again, so you’re in a good mood. How did we get from point A to point B?”

“We spent most of Saturday talking, trying to figure out what’s going on between us. I’m not sure we came to any conclusions, other than, well…”

“Well, what?”

“Her orgasms.”

“I thought she already had those.”

“Multitasking. It’s an art form.”

“So, most of your conversation was during sex?”

“Before, during, and after. She’s like a beagle on a leash. Once you let her loose, she’s hard to settle down.”

“And that little hang-up that you still won’t tell me about, is it still there?”

“It’s permanent.”

“Crap. What did she have to say, other than, ‘OH MY GOD’?”

“The veil of secrecy remains. We both know that can’t go away. We enjoy being with each other, both in bed and out. For the time being, we’re just going to roll with things as is. Neither of us is looking to date anyone else right now, so it works out.”

“So, you’re fuck buddies?”

“We’ve basically known each other our whole lives. We count each other among our closest friends. I think it’s a little more than that.”

“I’d better be the first person you call when that veil finally tears.”

——

Fast forward four months to the end of July.

My trips to see Jesse and her kids became more frequent, as did the prodding from Mark. He saw something had changed with me, and it was killing him that I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, tell him what the issue was with Jesse and I. He saw no possible reason why we were hiding our relationship.

I was installing the baseboards in one of the upstairs bathrooms after work when my phone buzzed.

Jesse: Is now a bad time? I tried calling and you didn’t answer.

Me: I didn’t hear it ring. Working on the house and making a bunch of noise.

Jesse: Do you have anything going on the third week of this month?

Me: I’ll have to check, but I’m sure I can go down there at least one day.

Jesse: Not day. Week.

Me: Am I missing something?.

Jesse: Riley and Dale are going on vacation with their dad. Tanya got a new job Magosa Escort up there and is working full time until school starts in September. I’m owed a week of vacation and wanted to get out of the city. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind having some company.

Me: What will you tell your parents?

Jesse: Brooke’s boyfriend owns a cabin in the Smokies that he rents when they aren’t using it. She already gave me a copy of the Airbnb info and will cover for me if necessary. She just thinks mom and dad don’t like you.

Me: We don’t have any major projects going on at work. I was planning on taking two weeks off to fix a few things around here before winter hits. I’ll tell my boss if he desperately needs me, he can call. Otherwise, I’ll go AWOL that week. He won’t say anything. I’m his boss’s pet project.

Jesse: Perfect! I’ll bring some work clothes in case I need to get dirty with you.

Me: I’d prefer you think dirty about me. There are certain places sheet rock dust won’t clean up. Or so I’ve heard.

Jesse: ASSHOLE!

Me: No, I’m not.

Jesse: I know. And there is another matter we need to address.

Me: What’s that?

Jesse: Mark.

Me: Agreed. I’ll start making the plans.

Jesse: I’m already looking forward to it. I love you, Cole.

Me: I love you too.

——

Jesse knew I viewed Mark as more of a brother than friend. I was the best man at his wedding. I was at the hospital for the birth of both of his sons. I was the person who told him his father died.

She felt guilty that I couldn’t tell him about us, and she wanted to fix that.

——

Jesse came straight to my house from work that Friday. I was waiting for her outside when she pulled up. I opened her car door, and as soon as she was out of her seat belt, she was in my arms. We kissed for five minutes before saying a word to each other.

I grinned at her. “If this is what happens every time you haven’t seen me for two weeks, I may have to stay away more often.”

“Don’t even think about it, mister.”

“I would ask how you are doing, but I can see by the smile on your face, you’re doing fine. Not that you aren’t fine regardless.”

“This place is fabulous. I can see why you love it out here.”

“The property is great. The house is still an eyesore. Painting the outside is the last item on the agenda.”

We unloaded her bags and she parked her car in the garage.

As soon as we got to the master bedroom, she dropped what she was carrying on the floor and sat on the bed with a thud.

“I see you didn’t spare any expense with this thing.”

“Want to give it a test drive?”

“Easy there, tiger. There’s a time and place for everything.”

“I’ve got the time. We’re in the right place.”

“Let me at least get comfortable and eat something. You wouldn’t want me getting cramps, now would you?”

I gave a fake, exaggerated shudder. She shook her head at me.

“You walked right into that one.”

“Where’s the ladies room?”

I pointed to the back of the room.

“To the left.”

I went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. A few minutes later, Jesse walked up behind me silently and put her arms around my waist.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.”

“The lighting sucks in most of the rooms. I have an electrician coming out this week to see what the issue is. It’s probably just old wiring. I’ll have to give you the guided tour tomorrow when you can see better.”

“How big is the house?”

“3800 square feet of living space, plus the two garages. More than I’ll ever need. But, if I decide to sell when I’m finished, I can more than double what I put into it and still have the car.”

She stepped around me and sat on the counter right by the stove where I was cooking.

“Be careful. You might burn that perfect little ass of yours.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

She sat there watching me work in silence.

We soon ate and she cleaned up the mess while I fixed us both drinks.

She took hers from my hand and looked up at me. “Why don’t you show me your favorite place on the property.”

“Second favorite. Daylight’s running out. We’ll save the other spot for when you can actually see.”

“I’ll take what I can get.”

I led her onto the porch. It wrapped around the whole house, and at some point, the previous owner screened in a part of it on the back side. This side faced away from any nearby civilization, and the woods around the property shielded it from the lights in town. There was no moon or clouds, so it was almost pitch black except for the stars. I had two lounge chairs set up there.

“Like everything else here, it needs to be redone. But the view won’t change.”

I sat down and leaned the chair halfway back. I looked at Jesse, wondering why she was still standing. When I was settled, she sat on my lap, laid back against me, grabbed a nearby blanket, and covered both of us. She pulled my arms around her waist and gently rubbed my forearm, not Kıbrıs Escort saying a word.

That was where we slept.

——

We spent most of Saturday touring the house and property. It was wooded up front, so the house wasn’t visible from the street, but trees were sparse around where the buildings were. The northeast corner looked, from a distance, like it had been left to nature. That was where we headed last.

There was a line of trees about twenty feet deep that led to a six foot drop-off. Below was a thirty foot wide, fast moving creek that ran about 1000 feet on my property. The tree canopy kept it almost completely shaded, so the water stayed fairly cold.

The old man had found some rocks and created a set of steps to the bottom. I often go back there with a bottle of whiskey and sit on the bank, listening to the water.

“You were right. This place is better. I can’t believe you found this property for what you paid for it.”

“I got lucky. I wasn’t the first person to make an offer on the car, but I asked a lot of questions. When I offered to buy everything as is, meaning they didn’t have to put any effort into cleaning the place up, they were willing to take below market value. Time is money. It also helps that Mark’s wife could do all the title work, so closing costs were next to nothing. She made up for it selling my old house.”

She grabbed my arm and locked our hands together.

“Would you mind if I started coming up here with the kids? We’ve rented cabins before, and they love it. And Dale would die as soon as he saw the cars. It would also give me a chance to decompress.”

“You’re welcome here any time.”

She kissed me on the cheek and we went back to the house.

We cooked dinner, and she excused herself to get changed. I brought the food to the barn and set up the poker table.

That’s when Mark called.

“I’m getting booze now. Do you need anything?”

“No. I’m good.”

“See you in 15.”

“I’ll be in the barn.”

——

As usual, Mark let himself in. I had already poured my first drink and was under the hood of the Fairlane.

As soon as Mark was in the door, I texted Jesse that he was here.

“So, what’s on the agenda for tonight?”

“Come sit down.”

I motioned Mark towards the table.

“Originally, I had planned to finish hooking up the fuel injection, but things changed.”

“What things?”

The spread on the table had him more than a little confused.

Jesse opened the door and walked in. To say Mark was surprised was an understatement.

I never got tired of looking at Jesse, and she never did anything to make me want to stop. She was wearing a black, backless jumpsuit and four inch heels. Her neckline plunged almost all the way to her navel.

“I hope I’m not overdressed,” she said as mischievously as she could.

She wanted to show herself off for my benefit, and, if Mark hadn’t spoken, the room would have been dead silent. God knows I was speechless.

“You must be Jesse. Cole wasn’t lying about you. I didn’t think we would ever meet, but the pleasure is all mine. Mark Jenkins.”

They shook hands and sat down.

“To what do I owe the honor?”

“Cole’s and my schedules worked out so I was able to come up here for the week. As much as he talks about you, I wanted to meet you.”

“We expected this might be an extended visit, so Jesse and I fixed dinner.”

I got up and made everyone drinks.

Two hours later, our stomachs were full, and our blood alcohol levels were steadily rising.

Jesse excused herself to the restroom, and Mark looked me straight in the eyes.

“Now I get it. You punched WAY above your weight with this one. All the way around.”

“Tell me about it. And you’ve only known her for a few hours.”

We went back and forth for a few minutes when he looked down.

“You know, this only makes it worse. Now, I really want to know…”

“About the elephant in the room?” Jesse sat back down immediately across from Mark.

“Yes.”

She locked eyes with him. They stared at each other silently for several minutes.

Jesse reached into her pocket and pulled out her driver’s license. She slid it across the table to Mark.

“I’m going to assume I can trust you.”

“Implicitly.” Mark picked up the license and stared at it. “Jesse Lynn Barber. Why does that sound familiar?”

“Barber is my maiden name.”

I said, “It’s also my mother’s.”

After a few moments of silence, Mark finally spoke.

“Hello, Dumbo.”

“I’ll leave you gentlemen to talk. It was nice meeting you, Mark.”

“Likewise.”

Jesse stood up, grabbed her license, and went back to the house.

“I told you it was permanent.”

“You’re fucking your cousin?!?”

I nodded.

“If I had made a list of all the possibilities, I was probably on page five. That wouldn’t have made the first twenty.”

“It is what it is.”

“You’re pretty nonchalant about it.”

“What Lefkoşa Escort other choice do I have? Would you tell her no?”

“I’d tell her yes for you and strap you to the bed if I had to.”

“My point exactly.”

We gradually moved the conversation over to work on the Fairlane. Mark left just before midnight with an invitation to come back any day before Jesse left. He had just as many questions as answers.

When I walked back to the house, I saw a light on the back porch. I opened the door to the screened area. Jesse had grabbed one of my coats and a book and had fallen asleep reading it.

I stood in the doorway staring at her silently for several minutes. Of all the decisions I have made in my life, what she and I were doing may have been the best and worst at the same time.

I quietly walked over to her and knelt down. I took the book and set it aside, taking her hand in mine. I gently stroked the back of her hand. She began to stir.

“Hi.”

“Hi yourself.”

“How did things go with Mark?”

“He’ll be fine. He’s still a little confused how all this happened, but I think we all have been at one time or another.”

“I’m glad we got that out of the way. I didn’t want you keeping me a secret from him anymore.”

“Why are you still dressed up? I figured the first thing you would have done when you came up here was get comfortable.”

Jesse put her hand on my cheek, leaned up, and softly kissed me.

“I saw the look on your face when you saw my outfit. I didn’t want to deprive you of taking it off.”

She stood up, left the coat on the lounge, grabbed my hand, and led me inside.

——

I woke up and turned my head to look at my alarm clock. It was 6am. That was when I normally woke up. On this day, however, I had set the alarm for 8:00. Jesse had kept me up until well past 2:00, and I was hoping to get at least a halfway decent night’s sleep. My internal clock didn’t allow it.

Apparently, at some point in the morning, I acquired a undersized but heavy (relatively speaking) human-shaped blanket. Jesse was oblivious to the world around her, and I wasn’t about to disturb her.

When 7:00 rolled around, I had run out of pock marks on the ceiling to count. This was the first time in as long as I could remember that I woke up in bed with a woman (I didn’t count the night of Jesse’s reunion, as I never actually fell asleep).

I was starting to get restless, feeling like I needed to do something. I slithered out from under Jesse and took a shower. When I walked back into the bedroom, Jesse was nowhere to be seen.

I got dressed and walked into the kitchen. She was standing in front of the stove cooking breakfast. I grabbed a towel, twirled it, and swatted her ass. She was wearing one of my t-shirts, which completely swallowed her, and nothing else.

“That shirt has never looked that good.”

Jesse yelped, turned, stuck her tongue out at me, and threw a wet sponge at me, hitting me square in the forehead.

“You won’t hear me complain about you wearing it, either.”

When we were done eating, Jesse got up first and passed me on the way to the sink. I grabbed the tail of the shirt and pulled her towards me. She swung her leg over mine, straddling me.

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. I ran my hands up her thighs, grabbed her backside, and pulled her towards my groin.

Jesse ran her hands down my chest and stomach. She opened the clasp and zipper on my shorts and pulled me free from my boxers. She raised herself up, inched forward, and slid down my length. Our mouths had still not broken contact.

Slowly, Jesse started to ride me. I still had my hands on her ass, pulling her into me. She started to build up a steady pace when my phone rang.

I put it on speakerphone.

“This is Cole.” Jesse didn’t slow down.

“This is Matt from Brown’s Electric. I’m at your front gate.”

“I’ll let you in.”

I used my phone to open the gate. Jesse stopped. She looked at me like a mother who caught her child with their hand in the cookie jar.

“You knew he was coming, didn’t you?”

I was grinning from ear to ear and hadn’t released my grip on her, holding her in place.

I was nodding like the aforementioned child. She gave me a dirty look.

“Matt’s never late.”

Jesse pushed me in the chest and tried to stand up. I half-heartedly tried to keep her on my lap.

“I thought you might enjoy putting on a show.”

She wriggled free from my grip and stood up. She grabbed my manhood and squeezed.

“You’re lucky I don’t cut you off for the rest of the week.”

She turned and trotted into my bedroom just as the doorbell rang.

——

While I explained to Matt what issues I was having and where, Jesse grabbed the keys to my beater Ford truck and headed out the door.

Matt immediately set to work, politely telling me to get out of his way. Since I wasn’t needed, I headed upstairs to work on the punch list of nitpicking items that had to be done up there.

When Matt finally left mid-afternoon, he took with him the last of the electrical problems in the house. I had the punch list knocked out and was working on prepping the rooms for paint. Once that was done, I could install all the fixtures, and the inside of the house would be complete.

Donny was a dummy.

There was no other way Ivy could describe her brother. Well, no, “dumbass” and “dipshit” also came to mind, but she loved the oblivious bugger, so she would save her real insults when she was talking to his face.

“You are a dipshit Donny,” She very seriously told her brother.

Like now.

At the beginning, his naivete and cluelessness had been cute, back when he had started to notice girls. They had all thought he would get a clue at some point, but her paternal twin just seemed to…continue on being an absolute thick headed dimwit.

And the dude was 18 years old by this point, for fuck’s sake!

If only he had the balls to go along with his obliviousness, he could have confessed his crush on his best friend then, which would have made all of this trouble irrelevant; Tami had, if anything, MORE of an unsubtle crush on her brother then he did to her.

Which, actually, reminded her to curse her out too.

“And you are dumbshit Tami!” Ivy hissed with aggravation.

Mind, she didn’t live with the girl, so she didn’t have to put up with HER fantasies about her brother and hopes, but after 5 years of this shit she was just about tired of it all the same.

Standing 5 feet 7 inches, her brother turned out to be shorter then even Ivy, even if it was only shorter then the national average. But the self-esteem problem this brought, messed with his ability to properly look at himself. He was built, he was blonde, he had blue eyes, he had a baby face and he was built. Her brother, despite his height, attracted the female, and yet he honestly believed he had nothing to bring to a relationship with a woman!

Tami, who was a long time friend of theirs of some asian descent, was almost as bad.

But in the opposite way.

She was tall, standing at an inch over six feet. How, when her parents were of Donny’s height, they’d never know, but she had been almost begged to be in the women’s basketball team. She had not because she had a love for American football, and she was about the only thing that made the school female football team work, but that meant she also had a huge self-esteem problem with her self image.

She didn’t think there would ever be a guy alive who’d want a girl as tall as her. That she wasn’t desirable! When she was fit as fuck, had a firmed muscled ass, an exoticaly pretty face, good sized breasts despite her physical activity and the most sensious voice ever!

She made even Ivy look at her!

Which is why she could not endure one more second of this. Of them awkwardly standing around after one of their games, making sure that their compliments to each other wouldn’t be taken wrong and tip-toeing around their own attraction to each other. Of looking longingly at each other’s backs when the other didn’t think they were looking.

Of confiding on Ivy about their feelings and never taking her advice to just bite the bullet and confess.

This shit was ending right the fuck now.

“What did I do?!” Both Tami and Donny asked, hurt at the sudden verbal attack from Ivy.

“Waste 5 fucking years of my life when one of you could have just confessed to the other that you liked them,” Ivy groused, making both 18 year olds look at her and almost look at each other.

“I-Ivy, it’s not like that,” Donny tried to say, sounding as though embarrassment was about to kill him.

“Why a-are you saying that right now,” Tami attempted to speak at the same time, trying to not flee the scene.

“Wait,” They both uttered at the same time as something struck them.

“The other?” They asked, morbid curiosity and reflex making them stare at each other and seeing what Ivy had always seen.

A weird fucked up reflection of themselves.

“Y-you are surely just saying that Ivy, r-right?” Tami asked in a small voice as she looked at the dreading embarrassment in Donny’s face.

“I-I mean, did you put Tami up to this?” Donny then asked, automatically going to the worst interpretation and alternative that he could find.

But Donny didn’t look like someone who had been the unwilling part of a joke and Tami wasn’t acting like someone putting on airs for his sake.

Maybe, there was a chance…

“TALK TO EACH OTHER GODDAMN!” Ivy screamed, making them both flinch.

“D-do you really feel that way?” Tami beat Donny to the punch, sounding fragile as she said it.

“…yes,” Donny confessed as if he were putting out a limb to be chopped out, making Tami’s eyes go wide as her hand went to her heart, “Do…do you?”

“I…” Tami breathed in before she closed her eyes and looked away.

“Yeah,”

Donny’s jaw dropped as he looked at his best friend in a new light.

“Do…you want to hang out sometime?” Tami shily asked, looking at Donny from the corner of her eye, “You know, to talk things out?”

“I-” Donny said as his mouth suddenly went dry, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Thank you!” Ivy interrupted this sweet moment with her hands in the air, the relief from breaking from this drama bathing her like waterfall, “Now Kıbrıs Escort go!”

“What, where?” Donny asked, Tami tilting her head in confusion.

“‘To hang out'” Ivy said, making finger quotes, “God knows if you don’t you’ll somehow convince yourselves that you hallucinated this moment or some shit like that.”

“But-” Tami attempted to say.

“No buts, nothing. GO!” Ivy commanded with a stern voice, looming over her best friend and brother alike until they got up and…went.

It was only once they started walking away that Ivy sagged. A sad smile appeared in her face as her brother, finally finding his testicles, gingerly tried to grab Tami’s hand. And the girl, finding the male attention she so viewed outside of her reach, shily allowed him.

Unlike Ivy, her brother had something to offer Tami. And unlike Tami, everyone was out of her reach.

Being born a girl with a pecker bigger than most guys and a pair of male nuts was a hard deal to shake.

——————————————-

“Ivy, you are an imbecile,” Her brother was telling her a few weeks after that.

“What did I do?!” Ivy asked, hurt at the unprovoked attack. All she had done was “chaperone” her brother and his new cute tall girlfriend when they hung out at Ivy’s house. For some reason all of their parents believed that was enough to keep things from getting inappropriate but, ah, Ivy didn’t give two squats about their “purity?”

If the moans she had heard were anything to go by, those were already gone anyway.

“You gave up on your crush on Ivy so that I could have her,” He authoritatively said, pointing a judgemental finger at her in a way that she found awfully unfair; She had never confessed that to anyone!

“You don’t know that!” She tried to argue but the look he gave her made her feel stupid.

“…ok, how do you know that?” Ivy asked instead, hoping to pop a hole in whatever logic he had instead.

“Ivy,” Her brother sighed as he palmed his face, “I’ve known you for all my life, and I’ve seen how you looked at Tami.”

“That proves nothing,” Ivy said, putting her chin up with what dignity she could muster.

“You look at her ass like I look at her ass,” Donny countered.

“Girl’s got a fine ass, so what?” Ivy replied.

Donny just looked at her.

“Whatever, I had a crush on her, you happy?” Ivy asked, feeling some tears start to well up in her face.

She was happy her brother could have what she couldn’t. Why was that not good enough?

Sighing, her brother turned around and said a phrase that sent dread down Ivy’s spine, “You heard her, right Tami?”

And then, walking in like the queen she had turned into, was Tami.

Her hair had been cut short, apparently her brother like her at her tomboy-est, but she otherwise was wearing a short skirt that Ivy was sure she had put on after she had left her parent’s house, a sleeveless shirt that hugged her upper body tight, and enough make-up to make her seem a little a whore.

That last one was a thing that Tami did on her own, surprisingly enough.

“Yeah, I always suspected,” The tall asian girl admitted with a small smile.

“Oh God, kill me noooooow,” Ivy groaned as she held her face behind her hands. Was…was this revenge?

She had done something good for them!

“So we agree then, right?” Donny asked, making Ivy stop her self pity to look at her brother. What was he talking about?

Taking a deep breath, Tami nodded her head and simply said, “Right.”

And then started to take her shirt off.

“W-woah, what’s going on here?” Ivy asked as the shirt dropped on the floor, revealing the sports bra that kept Tami’s perky tits in place.

“Well, I thought it was unfair, really,” Donny started to say as HE also started to take his clothes off, “That, for helping us get together, you had to give up on Tami.”

“So he, um, convinced me to do this,” Tami continued as she took a hold of the band holding her skirt around her waist…and pushed it down, revealing racy black panties hiding her straight pubic hair below.

“W-well, what is this then?” Ivy asked, her eyes glued on the girl she had fancied for so long that she had convinced herself that she was simply obsessed.

“You’re…gonna have me,” Tami answered, her face flushing as she didn’t look at Ivy in the eye.

She didn’t stop undressing though, reaching towards the bottom of her sports bra with her hands and, in one smooth motion, pulling it over her head.

Leaving her topless.

“I tested her out for you,” Her brother, with not an ounce of shame to his name, smirked at her whilst being halfway naked. The little shit couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye for long just a few weeks ago!

“Is this really happening?” Ivy asked herself as her eye roamed the body of the girl she’d wanted. She eyed the swells of her abdominal muscles, each hill in her pale skin being roughly hewn from years of athletic activity. The way her breasts hung in the air, having had the opportunity Lefkoşa Escort to look at them in the school showers before but never being able to openly ogle them!

And, just as she was stretching those delicious thin panties to let her finally see that beautiful slit…Tami stopped.

“Ivy,” Tami said, disapproval in her voice.

“What?!” Ivy screeched with pent up frustration. The authoritative look Tami gave her, however, made her back off.

“What?” Ivy tried again, baring with a quickly coming onset of blue balls.

“Why do you still have clothes on?” The tall asian girl asked and Ivy blinked as she looked down at herself.

“So I am going to be naked for this?” Ivy dumbly asked, feeling stupid as soon as the words left her mouth.

“I mean, if you want to fuck with your clothes on, I won’t say no, but-” Tami said, her tone clear that the decision would be met with disappointment.

Ivy lost her clothes so fast that she almost ripped them off.

Standing at 5 foot 8 inches, Ivy was a somewhat svelte blonde with a good sized pair of tits and tight, but noticeable, ass. There was a healthy layer of thin fat around her stomach, because she wasn’t a sports freak like Tami or her own brother, but single D tits and being able to win a hip bump war against Tami meant that she could be proud of her womanly assets.

It was the 10 inch long cock standing proud that was the problem. As well as the fist sized testicles below it. There was a reason why she always wore a towel during shower time in her school.

“Better,” Tami said with a small smile as she continued stripping and let Ivy see the most beautiful pussy she had ever witnessed.

“C-can I take a closer look?” Ivy asked, her fingers twitching to do something she had always wanted to.

“Yeah, ok,” Tami said with a nervous chuckle as she looked away but stood rigid as Ivy inched forward.

There were thick and straight curls around that slit. And nary a fold like on the porn actresses that Ivy watched. Simply put, Tami had never had the sex for her body to develop the pussy lips that “experienced” women had.

Itching closer, to the point that an inch would allow Ivy to touch Tami’s pussy with her nose, she took a few whiffs of her cunt.

And then sighed contently as Ivy tasted that aroma in her mouth. It was clean, no fishy or yeasty smell to be found. But oh, it was musky.

She smelled young. She smelled sweet. She smelled fertile.

“Can…can I?” Ivy asked without really asking, her eyes going to Ivy, who stiffly noted and then to her brother.

…Who was masturbating the thickest donger she had ever witnessed. It had been years since she had bathed with him, but she distinctly remembered him just having a little nub, not the extremely wide chub that he sported. It was 6 inches even, almost perfectly average, but its girth was such that Ivy simply couldn’t have closed her hand around it if she had tried.

And her brother, who had far bigger hands then her, certainly couldn’t either!

“Do it!” Donny hotly commanded, of all things, his eyes feverishly looking at Ivy approach his girlfriend, “She’s yours now.”

Tami seemed to sigh at that statement, but she quickly drew in a hiss of breath as Ivy dug in~

And if her musk had smelled good, her pussy tasted outright divine.

Opening her slit with her tongue, Ivy gripped the muscled and wide thighs of the athletic girl, kissing and sucking at what folds she had and at her insides.

“Hng,” Tami bit her tongue as her best female friend of her whole life started giving her oral sex, her fingers clenching on her side.

“My girlfriend’s a bitch in heat,” Donny growled, “So devour her pussy like it!”

That made Ivy briefly pause. But only for a moment as she went back to feasting on Tami’s cunt.

Was it just her, or was her brother getting weirdly into this?

Soon enough, Ivy was sucking on Tami’s clit and this, at least, made the girl act as anything other than a statute as her hands gripped Ivy’s long blonde hair as she came.

“Shit,” The tall asian girl hissed as she squirted bursts of female ejaculation into Ivy’s mouth, the latter dutifully sucking and swallowing this bounty.

If she never got to fuck ever again, the memory of sucking Tami’s pussy dry would provide masturbation fodder for the rest of her life!

“O-ok,” Tami said as she pulled Ivy’s face out of her cunt, the white girl’s face sticky with her juices, “I think that proves I am serious, no?”

Breathing heavily as she felt the most erogenous that she had ever felt in her life, Ivy could only nod.

“Then,” Tami said before closing her eyes and drawing a gulp of breath, “F-“

“Fuck her!” Donny interrupted his girlfriend, almost shouting as his eyes feverishly locked on to them.

Tami, for her part, just looked at him.

“Donny,” She said, her voice so serious that it made him pause, “I think it’s time I got to have some fun, no?”

The way she said it was the most serious and, well, mother-like Girne Escort that Ivy had ever heard her sound, but the contents of her words made her blink.

D…did that mean she wasn’t having fun before?

“Oh,” Donny said as he looked at himself then at his sister, “Do you mean right now? It’s time already for that?”

“You look like you are about to blow your load,” Tami pointed out, “And you know where I want you to do that.”

Looking disappointed, Donny let go of his cock as he took a breath and shrugged his shoulders.

“Fair is fair,” He agreed as he moved in.

Ivy should have known, really. Just because the girl of her life was willing to let her fuck her, didn’t mean that she was actually into her.

And now her brother was going to come in and satisfy her in ways she couldn’t have. Like she always knew he would.

“Alright Ivy, spread your legs a little more,” Donny advised her as he passed Tami, slapping her ass on the way, and gripping Ivy’s hips with his hands as he set himself up behind her.

“What?!” Ivy almost screeched. She, he, they, what?

Donny was going to fuck her and Tami wanted him to?!

“Shhh,” Tami murmured, putting a finger to Ivy’s lips, “Let it happen~”

And then Ivy felt it.

The door knob that her brother called a cock head.

It was huge, spongey, and rubbing along her clit. And it was so huge that she was sure it wouldn’t fit!

“But I am a virgin!” Ivy gasped in panic., the idea mattering all of a sudden. It’s not like she’d ever thought it would matter, if only because she never thought she’d fine a guy willing to take her girl cherry. But the thought of her own brother making her a woman seemed so wrong, and yet she couldn’t think of a way to get out of this~

“That’s so hot~” Tami replied, the face she was making being so depraved that Ivy couldn’t believe it belonged to the usually reserved girl.

“He’s going to destroy me,” Ivy tried again, the more practical concern being the only thing she could bring up.

But if Tami, the shy loving and caring friend that she had known her whole life, showed any sympathy, well, it was buried so well that Ivy couldn’t see it.

Instead, the tall asian girl gave Ivy a hungry, eager smile.

“Oh, he definitely will!” Tami giggled as she turned around and spread her ass cheeks, letting Ivy see her anus.

Or, rather, what was supposed to be her anus.

“What the hell happened to you?” Ivy asked, looking at the destroyed anal ring in front of her.

Tami’s anal entranced was ruined. There was no other way to describe it. It was red, it was swollen, and it was slightly agape, even now, as Ivy beheld it.

“It was what we practiced on,” Tami coquettishly said.

“I insisted on it,” Donny proudly whispered into Ivy’s ears, “I wanted to preserve her virginity for you.”

“But only if he fucked you as you took my pussy,” Tami heatedly confessed, letting go of her buns so that she could turn around again and present her pussy to Ivy.

Ivy didn’t know who was more depraved: Her brother, for wanting her to take his girlfriend’s virginity.

Or Tami, for wanting Donny to fuck her.

“Now, white girl,” Tami said as she touched her cock and led it to her entrance, “Now show me how you fuck.”

Ivy couldn’t help it.

She was so primed up for sex that even the notion of being fucked by her own brother seemed hot.

Circling her arms around Tami’s waist, Ivy sucked one of her titty’s inside her mouth as she started thrusting inside.

This alone was almost enough to make her and her brother nut.

From behind her, Donny pulled on her hips so hard she was sure he was going to leave hand prints as his cock FORCED her pussy lips to slide around his cock, making her start to scream into the nipple she was sucking.

This was also, coincidentally enough, almost enough to make her and Tami orgasm through their pussies; A deep throbbing need generated by the scrapping of the cocks in their cunts only multiplied in intensity by living out this fetishistic threesome.

“Fuck, it feels like I am making you steal my girlfriend’s virginity!” Donny moaned behind her as his cock pushed into her vaginal canal also allowed her to force the vagina of Tami to accept her.

“Fuck, I can feel your brother pop your cherry!” Tami simultaneously groaned, hugging Ivy to her chest as the cocks continued on their journey.

Ivy felt a barrier in her way, a thin membrane that her brother should have broken. Instead, it was her cock who stole Tami’s first time.

And her own? Her brother barreled through it as if it wasn’t there, the pinching not even noticeable as his cock spread her wide open.

“That’s fucking hot!” Tami moaned as she saw the virginal blood on her boyfriend’s dick, the mild pain of the theft of her own only adding to her arousal.

“It fucking IS!” Donny agreed with an animal thrust, the virginal blood on his sister’s cock that should have been his turning him on!

North was South. Up was down. Right was Wrong.

In that moment, BOTH of Ivy’s sexual packages were so overstimulated that she felt like her brain would fry any second.

Soon enough, though, there was no more room to thrust for either brother or sister. Difference was, Donny bottomed himself out, barely out of reach of Ivy’s cervix.

[This is a work of fiction where all participants are at least 18 years of age. If referring to a “teen” it means an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old.]

What happened before… Alix, daughter of Carol and Michel Daignault, held a season-end back yard party where her volleyball team had a chance to commiserate after a very bad year. With Carol away, Michel starts to enjoy the young women partying around the family’s pool and deck until he’s summoned to meet his daughter’s girlfriend, Olivia, who gets him to be her first man. Michel makes the most of it and finds himself fucking Olivia as Alix watches.

==

A couple of days after the backyard party, my wife returned from her business trip not knowing about her husband’s escapades with teenaged Olivia, but that was going to change soon enough.

Whenever Carol returns from a trip she makes a point of reconnecting with her home life, appreciating that she has a strong marriage and a mature, beautiful daughter who’s about to move off to attend college. Family really matters to Carol and she makes sure to let hers know how important they are.

The first night back was a late one; she finally got home at 10:30 pm, exhausted but happy to be back. I met her as she walked in, wrapping her in a big, full-body hug and kissing her neck, and ear and eventually her soft lips. “I really missed you, honey,”

“I am so glad to be back here finally,” she replied. “Let me go have a shower and we can see what happens after that.

She added a teasing, “and I can feel your enthusiasm already,” as she pressed herself into his awakening erection.

I knew this procedure well. It was the same every time she came home: a quick shower then a romp around the bedroom. I just love sex with my wife, in every form and I was looking forward to that moment when she walked back into the bedroom.

In the time waiting for Carol, I set up a bunch of candles in the bedroom and threw some Enya on the music player — they had made love the first time to her music and it always set the tone they enjoyed: soothing tones with soft, rich vocals with an occasional Celtic feel.

When Carol came out of the ensuite she was backlit from the bathroom lighting and the candles threw a warm, twinkling light on her front. She wore her long dirty blond hair tied back into a fluffy pony tail that bounced as she walked forward.

She wore a small silky-white brassiere that was loosely tied below her breasts and offered just enough cleavage to emphasize her lovely breasts. They were not as big as some men liked, but in combination with her narrow waist and slim hips, they looked much larger and far more entertaining. Carol also had rather large areolas capped by her thick nipples trying to be noticed against the thin fabric.

Over this she wore a diaphanous blouse, unbuttoned with tails hanging down past her tummy. As she came towards her husband, Carol’s breasts gently rolled against the silk, rubbing her nipples to nubs of excitement.

Carol wore loose high-cut silk shorts to match the bra — they did little more than tease Michel. The leg openings were wide enough that he could had cupped her pussy without removing them. Her tanned, muscular legs needed no hose; they were perfectly proportioned and emphasized that Carol was also an athlete, just like their daughter.

But what really made the outfit pop for me were the blood-red high heels my wife had on. They were at least six inches in the heel and almost glowed in the candlelight. And naturally, they really showed off her amazing legs. Knowing her husband’s appreciation for her fashion choices, as she approached Michel she did a slow, full turn so he could get the most out of her outfit, and her body.

Even after all these years, I still love my wife’s body, and even more, her enthusiasm in the bedroom. “Oh, my,” I said slowly, gazing my lover. “I really have missed you, Carol.”

“It’s only been five days, silly,” she replied.

“Yea. But one look at you now and I’m reminded that I was without you for almost a week!”

They came together slowly, each appraising the other as they approached. Carol took Michel’s hand and pulled it towards her breasts. He was only too glad to follow her lead as he slid his hands over her bare flesh, along her ribs to her waist, slowly sliding up towards her prominent chest. As I closed in on the bra, I slipped my left hand under the fabric cradling her right breast. As I did that, Carol responded with a soft intake of breath — she had been without her husband as long as he’d been missing her.

I cradled one of her breasts as I tugged gently at the bow holding the silky fabric closed. I knew she’d love the anticipation so I dragged the process out as long as I could, very slowly pulling at the ribbon. As the bow fell apart, Carol’s Lefkoşa Escort breasts pushed aside the fabric and emerged in all their glory. Carol’s nipples were standing proudly from her areolas. It was an invitation I couldn’t miss.

I first took one nipple into my mouth, gently biting down, but only enough to elicit a short squeal of surprise. Then I did the same to her other nipple, with almost the same reaction. This time, however, Carol pulled my face into her chest and squeezing her breasts together, trapping me exactly where she wanted to.

As I enjoyed the abundance of his wife’s breasts, she was working at my belt and once loosened, she slid both hands down the front of my shorts. I had intentionally not worn anything underneath so her fingers went right to my semi-hardened cock. She tugged at my shorts and let them drop to the floor. By now, she’d successfully removed my shirt and was leaning in to me, rubbing her body against mine.

I stood stock still, allowing her to arouse us both. She didn’t touch anything with her hands, just her naked chest dragged across my chest, up and down from my nipples to my knees. Somehow on the path along my body, Carol never once touched my rigid manhood. But with each drag of her breasts my cock bobbed a little more.

A little pre-cum was accumulating at the tip of my hardon. Carol was quick to notice and commented, “seems like I am doing something right.”

What could I say? Instead, I moved my hips so that the knob of my cock was pushed up towards her as she knelt on one knee in front of my. My eyes must have been imploring, ‘please lick me’ because that is exactly what she did: one solid pass of her tongue cleaned up any early leakage, then it was back to ignoring my cock.

It was time for me to take the lead. I slipped her silk shorts off her hips letting them puddle at her feet. I stood back to examine my wife standing there in the glow of a dozen candles, completely nude, completely perfect. As I gazed, Carol stood tall with feet slightly apart to emphasize her legs. I let my eyes roll up her body, from the ‘fuck-me shoes’ to the vee at the top of her legs. I could see her pussy lips were engorged and red with building passion.

Carol’s pussy is wonderful. I especially love the fact that she’s not Brazilian-bare like so many women seem to be these days. Instead, she has a carefully trimmed bush. The hair is relative short and precisely shaped to cover just her pubic bulge and leaving no doubt about what is underneath.

My eyes continued up her body until I was looking my wife directly in the eye. It was time for us to consummate this homecoming as always did. I was going to fuck my wife hard…

Carol especially liked it when I took her from behind. She took two steps to the side of the be, looked over her shoulder at me and wiggled her ass just so. Then she crawled across the bed and presented her great ass to me. She was leaned forward so that her forearms were supporting her upper body. I could see her breasts hanging below her as she pushed her bottom towards me. With her knees held slightly apart to give me access, I could see her pussy lips, thick and moist already, just begging me to push them apart with my cock.

Kneeling behind my wife, I took hold of her hips, holding firmly as I pushed my erection towards its destination. I felt the moist flesh of her pussy open as I presented my cockhead into the opening. I held off doing more, just letting her get used to my coming insertion. Carol moaned softly, wriggling her buttocks to encourage me to thrust into her. Then she made it clear, “fuck me, dammit! Do me hard the way you know I like it!”

That was enough for me to reply with a firm thrust of my hips which buried me to the hilt into my favourite cunt. It was awesome to feel myself deep inside my woman as she moved her ass to get me deeper than I already was.

I started slowly, pulling out in one smooth withdrawal, then went back in more quickly. I kept up this pattern, thrusting a bit faster each time, and then increasingly hard. Soon I was holding on for dear life, pulling her back onto my cock again and again until I was just pounding her cunt with my rock hard cock.

I never last long when I’m fucking Carol hard, especially from behind like this. In a few minutes I was ready to erupt and told her to get ready for a load of my cum. She just pushed back harder, each time gripping my cock hard with her pussy as if she were milking it. This was always the best way to make me shoot into her. Unlike the usual porn scene, we didn’t believe in doing the cum shot on the body or face when we fucked like this. Carol just wanted my seed inside her as I came.

My ejaculation felt spectacular. I continued to thrust in and out of my wife, slowing Girne Escort down as my cock softened. When I pulled out, it was covered with her juices mixed with my load of cum. Once I was clear of Carol’s pussy she collapsed onto the bed; I fell beside her, equally satisfied.

After we had recuperated, I felt my wife’s hand sliding down my body. She pinched my nipples and ran her fingers through my chest hair, moving her fingers down my body with the obvious aim of reaching my cock. When she got there, she found that I was still thick though not so hard yet. As she played with my balls, tickling them with her nails, and occasionally taking my thickness into her hand, she asked me about my week without her.

“So how much did you miss me, honey?”

“I can’t explain it,” I replied, “but for some reason every time you get back from a trip, I am hornier for you than ever.”

“You just love this fine body,” she answered.

“Hell yes! I can’t believe how lucky a guy I am with a lover as amazing as you are,” I told her.

She turned the conversation to the girls’ party and asked me how it had all gone. “Was there a good turnout? Did the girls behave? Any problems? Was Alix helpful?”

All these questions, I thought, wondering what she might have imagined. “We had a great time and the girls were terrific overall. Mind you, there was quite a bit of drinking though fortunately no one got sick. Oh, there was a minor accident,” I explained.

I told Carol about the accident when Austyn cut herself. I chuckled over how two of the girls had rushed to find me to deal with the incident. “Alix ended up going out to the patio to look after Austyn.”

Little did I realize I’d set myself up for a bigger question that might come up.

And there it was: “Why didn’t you look after Austyn instead of Alix. I’m sure she would rather have been partying and was probably drunk by then?”

As I’ve said before, there is little that my wife and I don’t share, but this one felt a bit odd even for us. But my wife was getting curious even if she wasn’t saying it. All this time I was distracted by her hand on my cock. She was playing with it, slapping the head against my thigh, running her nails along its length.

Of course this was having an effect on me. I could feel myself hardening in her hand as she squeezed my shaft, then grasping it loosely and stroking it as I got harder. Soon enough I was as hard as could be and she was slowly masturbating me as I watched her. Each time she slid her hand along my cock, her tits rolled back and forth with each nipple cresting her areolas.

“I love watching you jerk me off, you know.”

“Mmmm… I find it pretty hot, too,” she replied, speeding up as she said it. “Now tell me more about the party.

“Um… it was nice and the team seemed to have a good time.” That was the best I could do as my blood continued to be redirected away from my brain.

“Were the girls wild? Did they give you any problems?” quizzed Carol.

“No. They were great and I think they had a good time.”

My mind was replaying my encounter with Olivia as I wondered how to share that little fact. I wasn’t concerned about having fucked that young woman, or telling my wife about it. What really pulled at me was how I would explain that our daughter had watched me fucking her girlfriend… or would I even share that bit?

Of course my thoughts only made my erection stronger. I started thrusting against my wife’s hand as she continued to stroke me. As great as that was, I wanted more. I sat up and moved to straddle my wife even as she continued to manipulate my cock. She knew what I wanted and pulled me towards her chest using my hardon as a grip.

I looked down on my wife as she directed me to her soft, welcoming breasts. I lay my cock between them, then rubbed the knob across her nipples. Carol tipped her head forward to spit on my knob then pushed her breasts together around my throbbing hardon. Lubricated by the slickness of her saliva I thrust myself into her boobs. Each time the head approached her mouth she would open her lips just enough to capture my knob and give it a lick or suck.

As I fucked Carol’s tits I pictured Olivia astride my cock. She had looked so fucking hot as she rode me. Sooner than I expected, I started to feel my cum building for another ejaculation.

By this time Carol knew my moans and facial expressions well enough to know that I was about to cum. She also knew that I loved cumming on her lips and tongue. She squeezed her boobs tighter and spat on my cock again for more lubrication.

And I just fucked her tits with abandon.

When I did erupt, I was as surprised as my wife at the amount of jism that landed on her face. “Where the hell did all that come Magosa Escort from?” she asked me with my cum still on her lips.

“Yea. No kidding,” I had to agree.

My wife is playfully inquisitive. And she decided the time had come for some deeper conversation. I knew she was going to ask me how my week REALLY had been. For my part, I wondered if she’d had any trysts while away: she always described them so well that we ended up fucking at least two or three times during the telling.

“I know you Michel, and I can tell when you’re itching to tell me something… or maybe trying to hide it?”

“Hide what? I would never do that. Ever,” I exclaimed.

“Bullshit! You’re just like me but in the end we both know the whole story, right?”

“I love you, Carol.”

“Yea. Good. Now what about that party?”

I’m pretty sure she could not have known anything about what happened during the party, but I hoped she’d enjoy what I had to tell her. Apparently I was too slow because she added, “didn’t you get any pleasure from the girls’ party?”

There it was. The question she’d been holding back. Good, I’d give her a good replay — how do I explain Alix watching? Should I?

“You are going to love this.”

“Don’t leave anything out.”

“The party started around 7 o’clock when all the girls had arrived. Everybody was pretty happy to be getting together. They’d all brought their own drinks so there was a lot of sharing…”

I would have droned on like that but Carol grabbed my cock and gave it a hard pull. “Tell me the real story, dummy. You know what I want to find out. Did you get lucky?”

So I told my wife all about the evening up to an including eating and fucking Olivia. As I described the situation she kept asking for more details: “Is Olivia shaved down there? What’s her pussy look like up close? Did you have a giant hardon for her?”

With each question I answered as clearly as I could, and in as much detail. As you can imagine, this fired us both up again. I was soon hard again even after cumming twice already. And Carol had her fingers inside her cunt as she held tight to my cock. She worked her hand hard against her pussy, hitting her clit with every thrust of her fingers.

That only made me harder and I was getting ready to bury myself into my wife again; Carol had other ideas, asking me, “what are you NOT telling me? I can see it on your face: there’s more to this story than I’m getting… tell me,” she demanded.

I wasn’t quite sure how to approach this situation. She knew there was something secret that I was keeping back — we’ve been together long enough that we can’t fool each other. Would I deny there was more? Could I lie in this instance? Or should I tell her about the role Alix had played in my pleasure? And should I tell her our daughter had watched me screw her friend?

I decided: “what would like to know?” I asked.

“You’re pissing me off, honey. Tell me what you’re hiding.”

So I did. I explained that Alix had set me up with Olivia and that they were dating, something it turns out Carol already knew.

Then it was time for the whole truth. “I wasn’t sure if I should tell you this, but we have always trusted each other and we don’t lie.”

Carol gave me an odd look suggesting I needed to add some beef to this burger.

“Well, this really surprised me, but Alix stayed to watch me with Olivia. I didn’t tell her not to and I’m not sure I could have, but there she was all the while we were ravishing each other.”

“Wow. Fucking WOW!”

“I agree. It was seriously weird for me, too, but…”

Carol stepped in to finish the sentence: “but it was so hot you actually enjoyed it, right?”

“Well, it was interesting. Why do you say I enjoyed it?”

“Because when you started to tell me about Alix being in the room with you, your cock seemed to get harder, and definitely started bobbing in my hand. You are clearly turned on, my husband.”

And I knew it, too. As I gave Carol details about watching Alix as I fucked Olivia, and how she’d caught my eye a few times and seemed to really enjoy watching.”

“Did she get involved at all? Maybe slipping her hand into her bikini?”

“No, nothing like that. But I can say for sure she was enjoying it because she had this giant smile on her face, and a telling look in her eyes that said ‘fuck my girlfriend, dad.'”

By now, we were both as turned on as could be, but Carol had one more question: “would you have fucked Alix if she had asked for it?”

That was one step too much for me. Instead of answering, I pushed my wife onto her back, slid her hips towards my waiting cock. She was so wet by now that I penetrated her completely in a single, smooth thrust, right to the back of her cunt. I was so hot for this fuck that nothing could have made it more exciting. That is, until Carol said: “I know you would love to fuck our daughter — pretend you’re fucking her right now..”

That pushed me over the edge. I thrust hard into my ‘daughter’s’ cunt. So hard. So wet. Then I came, hard, and buried inside this wonderful pussy.

Previously: Julie is a young lesbian with a small crush on her gorgeous mom. Her mother Sarah has repressed her bisexuality for many years. When Julie is caught spying on her mother pleasuring herself in the bathtub, Sarah in a horny daze invites her daughter to join her. The redheaded duo, naked, alone and submerged in water end up doing a lot more than just bathing. Since then Sarah has become a little distant from Julie, feeling guilty and ashamed about cheating on her husband and with their own daughter. Both of them feeling confused but both of them wanting the other. Can these women figure it out?

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Julie heard the shower turn on. Dad had already gone to work so it had to be Mom. The bathroom door lock was still broken. This time Julie was far less coy about it, walking right into the room. The shower curtain was drawn around the bathtub in which they’d had their first sexual encounter. Steam rose from the top of the curtain, filling the room. Julie still felt a little nervous but she needed to do this, to confront her mother, corner her, ask her why she’d been avoiding her for a month.

She wasn’t stupid, she knew it had something to do with the bath they’d shared together. But was it something Julie had done? Was she that bad? That thought kept her up at night. Of course the more rational part of her brain also just reminded her that maybe her mom was just weirded out by the whole thing, she had to come to terms with it on her own time. But Julie was struggling with reason. Having a crush on her mom was bad enough but then going so far as to kiss her and touch her, Julie just couldn’t let that be a one time thing. And she couldn’t just sit around waiting. She needed it again. She needed more.

She slid off her jeans and underwear, and tossed her top aside. She pulled the band out of her hair and shook it free. She took a deep breath and stepped toward the shower.

Sarah had her eyes closed. She sighed as the hot water ran down her body. Through her hair, over her large chest, down her legs. She too was struggling to get Julie out of her head. She hadn’t been touched like that in quite some time and she wanted more too. And of course there was this whole other aspect to it, the fact that Julie was her daughter. The thing that scared Sarah about the whole event was the same thing that made it seem so… erotic.

She spent a lot of time online after the incident, doing research. She looked up information on mother/daughter relationships. She found some stuff that was useful, found some stuff that was useless and also found a lot of porn, which could fit into either category. She found forums and message boards by mothers and daughters expressing their own desires to be with each other or else telling stories of their own incidents. She found one long post by someone’s daughter, sexually venting about all the things she wanted to do to her own mother. Sarah had laid in bed with her laptop reading the post, imagine it was Julie writing it and touching herself to the words. Afterwards she felt dirty and disgusting.

What was wrong with her? This was her little girl. A young woman now, to be sure, a young woman with a sexual appetite and who knew her way around another woman’s body. Julie had been so eager, so happy. And ever since the incident she’d keep giving Sarah these lustful, wanting looks. But Sarah refused to believe her daughter wasn’t somehow traumatized by the incident. Sarah just couldn’t let it happen again, she couldn’t, she mustn’t, no matter how badly she wanted it.

And then there was her husband. Her sweet, loving husband Michael. The evening of the incident, after she’d sent Julie back to her room and her husband had come home she’d felt so guilty she’d insisted that she and him have sex, however he wanted it. Naturally he jumped at the chance. The sex was long and passionate. Sarah had to try and wash away what she’d done with Julie. She’d taken her husband in all of her holes, even in her ass which she hated. It had been a while since the two had really gone at it and Michael had given it his all. Still, though she came and she was more than impressed by her husband’s performance, there was still a part of her that was pining for Julie’s touch. It was a sense of greed she felt. Michael’s touch just wasn’t enough for her, not anymore.

All of these thoughts were swimming around in her head when the shower curtain was pulled back. Sarah gasped and covered herself instinctively. But when she saw who it was she felt herself drop her hands, letting herself be seen.

Julie stepped into the bathtub and pulled the curtain around the bath again. The naked mother and daughter stared at each other silently, their eyes washing over each other’s bodies. Sarah noticed Julie’s gooseflesh and stood aside. “Get under the water, it’s nice and hot.” She said finally. Girne Escort Julie nodded and moved towards her mom. Their toes touched and their breasts lightly grazed each others as they exchanged places. Sarah watched her daughter get soaked under the shower. Julie couldn’t help but smirk at her mom. Her eyes locked with Sarah’s, she reached down and touched herself. Her opening dripping as her finger ran up and down it, her gaze never leaving her mother’s.

All of Sarah’s worries and anxieties left her in this moment. She stood and watched her daughter and listened to the sounds she made as she pleasured herself. She watched the water run down her perky breasts and her long, slender legs. Sarah bit her lip and moved forward, taking her daughter’s face in her hand. “One more time, last time.” She stated. Though she very much knew that if she did this this, it would never be the last time. Julie grinned and pushed her face forward. The two women kissed passionately as the shower rained down upon them. They wrapped their arms around each other, holding one another, their bodies pressed together once more.

Sarah took over from her daughter, running her middle finger up and down Julie’s slit before pushing it in gently and thrusting it in and out. Julie gasped and grinned. “Mommy…” she whimpered. Their lips locked again. The sensation of the other’s tongue in their mouth made the women feel alive. Sarah’s finger became a lot more vigorous. She placed her thumb on Julie’s clit, rubbing it at the same pace as her thrust. This made Julie break the kiss to cry out in pleasure. Her mother felt a wetness between her legs at the sound of the noise, a wetness that she was sure wasn’t from the shower.

Sarah grinned. She hand just enough room to kneel down and take her her daughter in her mouth, something she hadn’t gotten a chance to do before. She wrapped her fingers around Julie’s thighs and ass as she pushed her tongue inside of her, her nose rubbing against her daughter’s clit as she did so. Julie moaned loudly, attempting to grip on to something as her mom went to town on her. Julie had been with a couple other girls before. And they’d nervously attempted oral with her but her mother’s tongue was clearly more learned and experienced. She’d never felt pleasure like this before.

Julie came hard inside her mother’s mouth. Sarah giggled into her daughter as she did. She got up a little clumsily, Julie helping her up, laughing and breathless herself. Mother and daughter kissed once more. “That was amazing.” Julie said softly when they’d finally torn their lips away from each other’s. “My turn?” Julie asked, large eyes looking up at her Mom, pleadingly.

Sarah smiled warmly, cupping her daughter’s face in her hand and pressing her forehead against Julie’s. “You’re such a wonderful, dutiful daughter.” She said, kissing Julie on the nose. “I’d really love that…” she sighed. “But I still got to get ready. You okay doing that while I wash my hair?”

Julie nodded. “Well as long as I get to give you a taste Mom.” She said with a smirk. Both women laughed and kissed once more before switching places, Sarah standing under the shower head while Julie got onto her knees. Sarah poured shampoo into her hand and started rub it into her head. Sarah felt a tingle between her thighs as Julie began working her way up her legs, kissing and licking, her eyes constantly flicking up towards her mother’s face. Sarah grinned down at her, this beautiful daughter of hers with the gorgeous orange hair just like her own. Just when she was about to consider whether all of this was some form of narcissism, Julie’s tongue touched her slit.

Sarah groaned and sighed. It was her turn to feel unsteady, reaching up and grabbing hold of the curtain rail for a moment. “Oh, so you have done this before, huh?” She smirked, impressed by her daughter’s technique. Not quite an expert, but not quite a beginner either. She let out an especially loud moan Julie’s tongue penetrated her. The girl’s fingers gripped her mother’s waist as she explored her thoroughly. Sarah had almost forgotten to rinse her hair, doing her best to wash out the conditioner as she enjoyed her daughter’s attentive work down below.

Julie’s mouth moved up to her mother’s clit next. A few minutes of soft, steady sucking was all that was required for Sarah. She fell against the cold tile wall when she came. “Oh fuck!” She cried. it had been a while since she’d had an orgasm like that. Julie looked very pleased with herself as her mother’s eyes shone down with pride.

Julie stood back up and the two women kissed once more, the taste of herself on her daughter’s lips driving Sarah wild. When the two finally stopped they were both breathless. “What do we do next?” asked Julie, very eagerly, her body practically vibrating with Magosa Escort excitement.

Sarah giggled at her daughter’s energy. “Now we lather up.” She said, grabbing the bottle of liquid soap. “I’ve got a meeting this afternoon I need to be ready for.” Julie looked a little disappointed but took the bottle from her mother and poured the body wash into her palm. Sarah did likewise and the two women began to rub the soap all over each other. Julie paid special attention to Sarah’s large breasts, massaging them as she covered them with soap. Sarah sighed and giggled. “You’re as obsessed with them as your father is,” she laughed, giving her daughter a quick kiss on the forehead.

“I can’t help it. They’re so big and bouncy and perfect,” Julie grinned, before pressing her face between them and kissing tenderly as her mother stroked her hair and sighed softly. They then each took turns to bend down and rub soap on each others legs and as well as a quick but sensual rub in between both of their legs. “Turn around, let’s get that back of yours as well.” Sarah suggested.

Julie turned around for her mom. “Big benefit to showering in pairs, you can reach all the spots I can’t,” she said with a giggle.

Sarah laughed to as her hands moved slowly and sensually from her daughter’s shoulders down to her ass. “I don’t think I can do this too regularly, we’d always take way too long in here.” She grinned, giving Julie’s round behind a playful little slap.

Julie had her mom turn around so she could get her back too. Several inches shorter, she had to stretch a little more to get the shoulders, but Julie could reach. the small of her back just fine. When she reached her mom’s butt, she gave both cheeks a squeeze and pressed her face in between them like she’d done to Sarah’s breasts. Her mother laughed and groaned a little. “Oh fuck, I don’t think I’m getting to my meeting today.” Julie giggled in response, giving her ass one last quick kiss before standing back up.

Both now fully covered in soap, Sarah pulled Julie back under the shower. They embraced and kissed each other lovingly as the water rinsed them off. Sarah moved her lips upwards from her daughter’s mouth, planting a soft kiss on her nose, between her eyes, on her forehead and on the top her head. “Should wash your hair too,” she murmured, “but I don’t think we have time.”

“There’s always this evening… or tomorrow…” Julie said, biting her lip at the thought of another shower session with her mother.

“Could be a fun date.” Her mother smirked. She realized that this was it now, she and her daughter had added this new dimension to their relationship and there was no going back. May as well embrace it and have fun with it for as long as they could.

“We do have time for one last thing though.” She said. She pulled the shower head out of the bracket and set it to jet. “We should probably make sure we’re properly clean down there, right?” She said with a smirk.

Julie giggled and spread herself as Sarah maneuvered the shower head directly at her pussy. Julie gasps and groaned at the sensation. “Oh god…” she moaned. She was still very sensitive down there thanks to her mom. She pulled her mom’s face forward and they went back to kissing. Julie took the opportunity to take one of her Mom’s breasts in her hand. Sarah smiled at the touch.

Julie came a little quicker than before and then they swapped over. Julie held Sarah against her, one hand gripping a breast, as she sprayed the jet of water directly into her opening. Sarah cried out in a mixture of mirth and pleasure. It did not take too long for her to climax either. “Oh fuck! Mmm… fuck..” She let out a long sigh of release. “Okay honey… I think that’s enough for today.” She grinned, holding her daughter’s perfect face in her hand and kissing her gently.

Julie turned off the shower and the two stepped out of the bathtub, both a little unsteady on their legs and giggling as they dried each other off with Sarah’s towel. Sarah took her daughter’s hand and they left the bathroom together, naked and satisfied. They entered Sarah’s bedroom and sat on the bed. After another brief kiss Sarah stood and started opening closets to find her clothes. “That it?” Julie pouted.

Sarah chuckled and shook her her head, what she wouldn’t give to have Julie’s sexual energy again. “I think I’ve reached my limit today… maybe another day?” She suggested, reaching into a drawer and pulling on a pair of panties.

Julie lay back on her Mom’s bed feeling a little grumpy but content with that compromise. “So I guess it means this definitely wasn’t the last time then?”

Sarah sat on the bed to pull on her tights. She paused when she heard Julie’s question. She reached over to her daughter and stroked her hair tenderly. Sarah let out a long Kıbrıs Escort exasperated sigh before saying, “It doesn’t have to be… if you don’t want it to be… but do you really want to have sex with me that much? Surely. you want to be with girls your own age.”

Julie smirked at her Mom. “I mean, nothing stopping me from dating girls from school as well but… doesn’t mean we can’t still have some fun together. You know I actually had a thing for you… a crush, kinda, I guess that’s why I was spying on you before and it’s why I was so eager. Did you think about me in the same way? I mean before you invited me to join you?”

Sarah shook her head. “I was just… it was a kind of… spur of the moment decision. The thought just popped into my head and I don’t know… I’d never even thought of you in a sexual way before that day. But I’m really glad I decided to invite you in, and I’m really glad you wanted to. And I’m glad you came to me today.” She sighed again. “I am worried about this, about us, about your dad finding out, about it getting out some other way, to other people… but…” she smiled down at her daughter, “…I kinda need this… or at least, I want this. But only if you want it to. If at any point you feel I’m being too demanding or you’re just not into it any more or you want to date someone else or…”

“Mom.” Julie interrupted, sitting up and placing a hand on Sarah’s, “It’s fine. I want this and sure if I don’t want it anymore I’ll tell you… but can’t see that happening anytime soon.” She giggled. “Like this is my fantasy, like having casual sex with an older woman… oh, no offense.”

Sarah laughed. “None taken, it’s just the truth.” She stood up and went to find a bra. “Tell me more about these fantasies of yours.” She asked, in a sultry tone.

Julie, lay back again giggling. “Oh well… hmmm… well we’ve done me and an older woman in the shower together… her eating me out… me eating her out…” She looked thoughtful as Sarah put on her bra. “Oh.. um… well I’ve got a bit of a beach fantasy situation? And um… I’ve always wanted to be like properly wined and dined, you know? Fancy restaurant, fancy hotel?”

Sarah giggled as she pulled out her blow dryer. “Your fantasies, sound expensive.” She teased.

Her daughter laughed with her. “Yeah a little, but I have others too, but I think they might be a bit too… kinky…” Her face turned very red, as did Sarah’s.

“Oh,” said Sarah with a smirk. As she dried her hair, her head was filled with all the possibilities of what had Julie had meant by that. And once again she became filled with concern over what exactly this relationship was and what it could become.

When she turned the blow dryer off, Julie continued. “Sorry.. I mean, I didn’t like… it’s nothing too weird just.”

Sarah laughed. “It’s fine sweetie, hell I’m sure it’s no weirder than some of the stuff I was talked into trying in college but… well, we’re already at a pretty ‘kinky’ place, don’t you think? Let’s start there and see where that takes us.”

Julie smiled. “Yeah,” she replied, feeling a little relieved herself, worried about exposing just how wild her brain could get and scaring her Mom off.

“It’ll be fine, we’ll figure it out as we go along.” Sarah said, giving her hair a quick brush and applying make-up in the mirror. “You gonna put some clothes on?” She asked her daughter.

“Nah.” Julie responded, standing up and stretching. She left the room for a moment while Sarah pulled on her skirt and blouse. Julie came back with her cell phone as Sarah was strapping on her heels. “How do I look?” She asked her daughter.

“Mmm, very sexy.” Julie purred, moving in close to her Mom, placing an arm around her, pressing her bare body close and kissing Sarah lovingly on the cheek. She held her phone aloft and snapped a picture of the two of them. “Don’t worry, that’s just for me, not gonna post it anywhere. A cute pic of me and my hot business mom.” She giggled.

Sarah smiled and shook her head, wondering what she’d gotten herself into for the umpteenth time today. “Okay, good, definitely keep that one to yourself. Put some clothes on and do your homework. I’ll be back by seven. She grabbed her bag and kissed her daughter as she normally would, a quick motherly peck on the cheek. But when she reached the bedroom door, she stopped, turned and gave Julie a more impassioned kiss, full on the mouth. When she was done she held Julie’s chin and smirked down at her. Julie looked up with big eyes and a huge grin. “I’ll see you this evening.” Sarah said, before adding, “Behave.” She gave her daughter a wink and left the room.

Sarah sat in the driver’s seat of her car and took a long deep breath before gazing up at her house. Though it had always been a place that she looked forward to come back to, for the first time in a long time she was going to be excited to get home. Though there were still some obstacles to consider, things that stood in the way of really making it work.

Still, she thought, as she exited the driveway, that might just be part of the fun. And good god was this gonna be a lot of fun.

Sally was sitting on the couch in the darkened apartment when Nathan tried to sneak in through the fire escape. The only light in the room was the dim glow of her phone. He didn’t seem to notice this as he tried to creep to his room, thinking he’d gotten away with it.

“It’s 2 AM.” Sally’s voice calm but stern voice suddenly filled the room. Nathan was startled and bumped into a wall.

He cried out in pain, swearing a little, before turning around to face his mother. Sally turned on the lamp sitting on the side table next to her, filling the room with soft, warm light.

“You okay?” she asked him, sipping on her drink.

“Yeah, just my shoulder… am I in trouble?” he asked her, looking apprehensive.

She sighed. “I’ll decide tomorrow, too tired now,” she responded in an exasperated tone, pouring the remaining contents of her wine bottle into her glass and having a long drink.

That’s when Nathan noticed what she was wearing, the short, tight black dress that showed off a lot of cleavage. Her long red hair looked great too, she’d gotten it done especially for tonight. “Oh yeah… what happened with your date?” he asked, awkwardly, he’d forgotten all about it though he’d been the one to see her off and then capitalize on the opportunity by sneaking out to go to a party on a school night.

“He stood me up,” she said simply, finishing her glass of wine. “And that’s the last of it.” She grunted. “It’s fine, it’s happened before… a lot of times.” Not a lot of good guys wanted to date single moms and it had gotten harder as she got older. A lot of them seemed okay with it one minute then chickened out the next. Didn’t matter if her son was basically an adult now, it was if they all saw her as ‘used goods’ or something, she supposed. She’d thought she’d find some luck with single dads, only to find there was a reason most of them were single.

“I’m sorry,” Nathan said, genuinely empathetic. “Anything… I can do?” He asked, though unsure how he could help.

Sally smiled warmly at her son. She supposed as long as she had him around the house she really didn’t need someone else that much… though of course there were certain needs Nathan couldn’t fulfil. She pointed to a cabinet. “In there, tequila, two glasses, bring them here.” she commanded.

Nathan went to grab the drink. “Two glasses?” he asked, just to make sure.

Sally smirked. “I know you’ve been drinking and getting high all night, one more won’t kill you. Hell you’re 18 now, I was drinking much earlier,” she smirked.

Nathan felt a little pleased. He’d never had a drink with his Mom before, he’d never known her to be this… cool. He placed the bottle and the glasses onto the coffee table in front of Sally, who poured for each of them. “Sit down.” She told him, scooching over on the couch for him to sit down next to her.

Nathan already quite tipsy from earlier that evening, sat perhaps a little too close to his Mom than he would normally, their thighs pressed against each others, but neither seemed to mind or care. They took their glasses in hand and threw back the alcohol. Nathan coughed a little. Sally giggled. “Sorry, probably stronger stuff than you’re used to.” She sighed again but smiled at her sweet boy, pushing the hair out of his face and stroking his cheek gently.

“You have fun at your party at least?” she asked him. He turned red. “Oh?” she laughed. “I know what that means. What’s her name?”

“Chloe, and we uh just kissed… a bit… but I mean… she has a boyfriend so.”

“Kissing a girl who was already dating someone else?” she stated with a smirk, shaking her head.

“Well she suddenly remembered when I tried to do a little more with her than just kiss…” His face felt very warm when he realized who he was telling this to. “Sorry I shouldn’t… not with you.”

Sally laughed. “Why not with me?” she asked, reclining back on the couch. “It’s not like I’ve never done anything like that. Kissed a guy when I had a boyfriend, check. Kissed a guy when he had a girlfriend, check. We’ve all be young once, learn from my experiences,” she giggled.

Nathan laughed with her though still unsure whether to feel uncomfortable or not. He swallowed more tequila, it went down easier this time. “Do you, uh… I mean…”

“What?” Sally asked encouragingly.

“Well I mean all these guys, I know you’ve been on more dates lately. Were any of them any good. I mean like I know you haven’t brought any of them home… uh…” His face was burning again. “Sorry, what I meant was… uh…”

Sally laughed, her own face turning a little red. “I mean, you’re right, I haven’t. None of them were very successful, no. I haven’t ‘brought a man home’ in a long time… and none of them have taken me home either…” she said, draining her glass and pouring more, topping up her son’s as well.

Nathan was feeling a little dazed but kept drinking. “Um… I’m sorry…”

“For what?”

“For all those guys…” he said awkwardly, Magosa Escort feeling bad for his Mom not having anyone. He’d gotten to go on dates and sneak girls into his room, why couldn’t his Mom do the same. It seemed unfair. “I mean you’re beautiful, and you’re great so I mean, if they don’t see that, that’s their problem,” he heard himself say.

Sally was touched. She took her son’s hand in hers. “Thank you sweetie, that means a lot. You’re very handsome yourself. Look at you… that physique…” she said as she poked one of his biceps. “…that cherub face… no wonder you’re so popular at these parties you go to,” she smirked. One hand remained on Nathan’s, the other held her glass, her finger rubbing the rim slowly as she looked at him and smiled. “…my Nate…” she murmured as she stared.

Nathan stared right back, noticing, not for the first time, her large bust that was right in his eyeline. He felt his mouth go very dry. It wasn’t the first time he’d had sexual thoughts about his mother, something he felt very ashamed of. Once he’d seen older pictures of her in a bikini at some beach somewhere and a younger Sally had entered his mind that night as he lay in bed with his hand on himself. Another time he’d seen her walk out of the shower with just a small towel wrapped around her, squeezing her breasts and ass while showing plenty of both. She’d entered into his thoughts that evening too.

This was the first time Sally had thought of her son sexually before, however. She saw him suddenly as a man, no longer a boy. He was tall and strong, he could hold his liquor which was always a big plus for her. He was a man she’d made and molded, a perfect gentlemen, always looking after her. Why was he out chasing these young girls who didn’t know what they were doing? He needed a proper woman. These were the thoughts the tequila was making swirl around in her head. The drink had flushed out the small amount of shame that might have kept her from agreeing with these thoughts and from doing what she did next.

She leaned forward and kissed her son softly on the lips. It was a very unmotherly kiss. It was delicate but sensuous, He sat frozen, glass still in his hand, unsure what to do, how to move, what the hell was going on. “Wha-?” He began, his eyes glazed over.

“Shhh…” his mother said, giggling softly, before kissing him again. It was longer this time, more lusty. It did not take long for Nathan to reciprocate, kissing back. A natural impulse, he found himself placing his hands on his mother’s waist. When they finally stopped, Nathan’s hands were still on her, Sally’s hands were on his face. Nathan was speechless, unsure what to say or what to think. Luckily Sally spoke first. “Better than Chloe?” She asked. Nathan tilted his head.

“I mean… it wasn’t bad… it’s just… me and her kissed like a lot more and I mean… we were kinda touching as well…” he blurted out, not thinking at all what was coming out of his mouth, stopping suddenly, worried he’d offended her.

Sally smirked. “Okay, a challenge then.” She didn’t know who this girl was, but she suddenly wanted to compete with her. With her and all the little bimbos her son had been messing around with. Oh she’d heard them occasionally, their pornstar moans through the thin apartment walls, this son of hers was not as stealthy as he thought. She’d do better than them, really show them she still had it. “Maybe we could do a little more than just touching.” she suggested in a soft, sultry tone, keeping her face very close to his, her hand slowly stroking his thigh.

Nathan was very confused by all of this and was wondering if there was something a little bit extra in that weed he smoked. “I um…” He had to have a long, hard think… or at least a think that was as long and as hard as his current condition allowed. “I mean… I mean…” A small voice in his head was telling him this was wrong, that it was fucked up, that he should leave now. But a much louder voice between his legs was very excited and making a much more compelling argument. He took his mom’s face in his hand and heard himself say: “God you’re hot!” He pushed his face forward and kissed his mother, longer than before. With his brain out of action, he listened to a different head instead, and it was hard and throbbing and wanting.

Sally’s eyes were wide with surprise when her son kissed her that third time. They quickly closed and she kissed back wantonly. She hadn’t been kissed like this in years and her son’s clear lust for her was really getting her going. A little while in and Sally felt his large hand on her breast for the first time that evening, squeezing gently through her dress. She sighed at the touch. It had been so long since she’d been groped. Eventually she broke the kiss, and stood up.

“Your room or mine?” she asked, hastily, her heart racing.

“Um…” Nathan felt like he was on some kind of rollercoaster.

“Your room is probably Kıbrıs Escort messy,” Sally considered. “My room then. Come quickly.” She smirked before unzipping the back of her dress and letting it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, completely naked and enjoyed the look of her son’s hungry eyes running up and down her body. She snatched up the bottle of tequila and moved quickly to her room, Nathan’s eyes fixed on her ass as made her leave.

Nathan took a minute to even somewhat comprehend everything. He stood up, finished his drink and rushed off to his Mom’s room, tearing off his shirt in the process. What he was doing and who he was doing it with were far from his mind. All he knew was there was a very attractive naked woman who wanted to sleep with him and he owed it to himself to make sure that happened.

He found her laying on the bed, drinking right from the bottle. He stood in the doorway, just taking her in. She looked amazing. Her long hair fanned out underneath her. Though there were some lines under those blue eyes and her face had a few more freckles than the year before, it still seemed quite youthful. But Nathan had seen all that before. New to him were the large, perfectly round breasts. These too had a smattering of freckles on the top of them. They were sagging a little but Nathan didn’t care about that. And above his mother’s pussy was a large tuft of hair as orange as the hair on her head.

His body was shaking as his eyes ran over her. He wanted to go to her, to place his hands all over her, to put his mouth on every inch, but something was holding him back. He definitely wanted her, his cock was hard and pulsing in his tight jeans, but he was also scared. This was his Mom, he suddenly realized. But it wasn’t the blood that bothered him, it was the expectation. She wasn’t just some girl from school who’d never done more than held hands. This was a woman with some life experience. Would he be good enough for his mother? Would he be able to satisfy her. In that moment he suddenly felt very overwhelmed by the situation.

“Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me Nathan, or are you go going to come over here and fuck me?” She asked with a grin. That just appeared to terrify him more. Noticing this, Sally chuckled, placing the half-empty bottle on the side and rolling off the bed. “Come here baby,” she said, holding him. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she said, doing her best to hide her disappointment. “I’m asking a lot of you.” He was still her little boy deep down, she realized. Maybe this was all a mistake, she considered, though in the here and now, its what she wanted.

“It’s not that I…” began Nathan, “…it’s not that I don’t… want to it’s just that… I’m not sure if I will be able to… I dunno…”

Sally reached down to feel him, finding something much larger than she expected. “Feels like you’ll be able to, to me.” She smirked. “Let’s just take it slow?” She suggested, though deep down she was still second guessing herself, her libido had quickly taken over again.

She kissed him again and at the sensation of his mother’s lips on his, Nathan quickly began to forget his anxieties. Time seemed to slow down again. Their tongues met once more and they were both lost in each other.

Sally’s deft hands reached down and fiddled with her son’s belt, unfastening it and then his pants. They felt to his ankles. His cock pushed out through the opening on the front of his boxers. Sally wrapped her fingers around it gently. God it was girthy, and quite long too. It was her turn to feel a little apprehensive. Had she had one this big before? Probably, but it had been a while. She kept the kiss going, her palm stroking the base of his shaft.

The sensation of his mother’s touch felt strangely wonderful. Her hands were warm and gentle. It was more of a caress than the yanking he was used to. He groaned into her kiss and wrapped his arms more tightly around her. Sally’s lips moved from his, gliding up to his cheek and then pressing close to his ear. “Get me onto the bed, honey,” she whispered. Nathan nodded slowly and they moved towards the bed together.

Sally ungripped her son’s cock as she lay back on the bed, Nathan suddenly feeling an ache at the loss of her touch. He discarded his underwear and lay atop of her, their lips meeting once more as his hard, throbbing member rubbed gently against her inner thigh. Sally sighed softly at the feel of it. Both of their hearts were pounding now, both of them recognizing they were inches away from the point of no return.

They both reached for Nathan’s cock at the same time, their fingers touching. They had stopped kissing now, their eyes met, locked onto one another’s. Slowly, their hands moved together as one. Both wanted this, both needed this. As soon as his tip entered her, Sally let out a large moan. “Fuck…” she cried out, smiling up at her boy. Nathan grinned back as he pushed himself Lefkoşa Escort all of the way in.

The thrusting was slow at first, but steady. Nathan had done this several times before but this time felt especially different, somehow. It was as if he was still testing the water, still uncertain of what he was doing here. It was strange, he hadn’t even felt this nervous during his first time. His then girlfriend Paula had been and he’d taken it slow for her sake, but he felt a higher level of confidence in what he was doing. Right here, right now, however, it was different feeling entirely. And he was sure that it was because of who he was inside right now that was causing it.

Sally enjoyed the pace however. She liked that someone was finally taking the time with her. As she lay on her back, gazing up at her son as he slid in and out of her, nervous mixed with determination on his face, she evaluated this performance with a disappointing sexual past. She remembered the night Nathan had been conceived, that was over far too quickly for her, she was surprised it had even resulted in pregnancy. Her last date, her last date to actually take her home, had been excessively rough. This was the pace she preferred, really feeling Nathan’s cock inside of her. Her sighs became subtly louder with each thrust. She reached up with her hand to caress his face. “Good job so far.” She said softly, trying to give him encouragement. He smiled back awkwardly. Sally’s breath was becoming heavier from both the drink and the stimulation. “Okay, just speed it up a little… that’s it… fuck…” she groaned, as Nathan followed her instructions.

He was gradually gaining confidence, really allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of himself inside of Sally. “…fuck…” he murmured, echoing his mom. He pressed his face into her neck and placed a hand on her breast, squeezing and groping as he continued to thrust inside her. He found himself steadily increasing his speed. Sally moaned loudly.

“Oh… Nathan…” she heard herself say. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets and her bare legs wrapped tightly around his body, as if trying to pull him in deeper. “Nathan…” she said again, this time a little louder. “Faster… faster…” Nathan nodded and pumped himself into her faster and faster.

It felt so good to have someone inside her like this again, and there was something so perverse about these specific circumstances, for some reason it was really working for her. Her moans were becoming louder and louder. She reached up and pulled her son’s face to her own as she came, pressing their lips together roughly as he continued to fuck her.

Nathan’s breath was getting heavy. His cock throbbed violently inside of his mother. He’d pushed all his worries out of his mind now. He was doing it, fulfilling his fantasy of really giving it to a gorgeous MILF, making her moan and cry out his name, so he must have been doing a good job. And the fact that it was his actual Mom too… “Ah… fuck… Mom… ah shit…” He came hard inside of her. “Shit, shit, shit, shit…” He pulled out, realizing in his drunken stupidity he’d forgotten to wear protection.

Sally laid back, dazed from all the drink and the sex. She had felt her son fill her with his load, she was unperturbed. It had been a long while since she’d felt that. As she felt it drip out of her, a small amount of the warm sticky stuff pooling between her thighs she simply giggled. Then she noticed her son siting on the edge of the bed, panicking. “Hey sweetie, what’s wrong?” She asked, feeling so light-headed. She got up on her knees and moved over to him, holding him and kissing him tenderly on the cheek. “We were having such a good time.”

“But I came… inside you and I….”

She laughed gently. “Oh is that it. Oh honey, it’s fine, it’s just cum. Get over here.” She took his face in her hands once more and kissed him lovingly on the mouth. “You know it’s not every man I let do that… but you’re not just any man, are you.” She smiled, touching him on the nose.

“So you’re not mad…. you… you like it…” he asked, finding himself grinning again, his cock stiffening at the thought of his mom being into his ‘creampie’.

She smirked and lifted up a small amount of the cum leaking out of her onto the tip of her finger. Her eyes locked with Nathan’s, as she swallowed the morsel. “I love it.” She responded, grinning. “You have to stop freaking out hun, your Mommy just needs to have some sex, okay. Can you do that for her?” Nathan nodded slowly.

“Good.” She said, reaching over to lightly touch his sticky and quickly re-stiffening cock. It was very sensitive. “And I hope there was more in you than that,” she giggled, gripping the base of his shaft with delicate fingers, before bending down and taking his tip into her mouth.

It wasn’t long before her son was nice and hard again. Nathan stared down in awe, not quite sure what to do with his hands. He opted to stroke her bare back gently and occasionally push the hair out of her face, his as his eyes fixated on her head as it went up and down, his mom’s lips tight around him as she sucked, taking as much of him in as she could, while her hand stroked the rest. It was a strange visual but one which made him pulse in her mouth.

If there was one time Ben had understood at a young age, it had been the value of a good night’s sleep. He kept himself strictly to that schedule since he was ten, and now at nineteen, he had always been in bed at ten. After an hour, reading, playing games, watching a show, or whatever else he would find himself in dreamland at eleven p.m. promptly.

His parents would call him an old soul. His sister would call him a loser. Whatever others thought though, Ben kept at it. He loved sleeping at the right time.

So, when he had been rudely awoken up at three a.m., suffice to say, Ben was out of it.

Ben blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus on the figure that was by the side of his bed. Eventually, as the red hair came into view, he knew it was his sister, Gwen. She was dressed in shorts and ratty t-shirt, obviously ready to go to bed. Yet, by how animated she was and how fast the words coming out of her mouth were, it was like Ben was operating eight hours behind her.

“…and then he had the audacity to call me a…” Gwen was going on.

Ben could barely play attention, his focus going in and out, in and out. Speaking of, he had just been having an amazing dream about April Jacobson. She had been one year his senior in high school and college had given her another level of pretty. He had just gotten her undressed when he had been interrupted and brought back into the real world and he was eager to try and get back to it, hoping not to lose the thread he still had of what they were doing before he got interrupted.

“So, can I stay for the night?” Gwen finally asked. Her face a mask of distress.

Ben nodded his head, though it was less nodding, then fighting off collapsing right then and there. His sister appeared to cheer and left to go grab something, relieved that was over he let gravity take control as he smacked against the mattress. His eyes already closed. He was vaguely aware of some alien warmth envelope him before he drifted back to his dream.

He came back right in time. April had just undone her bra, giving off a generous display. Her body was beautiful, bountiful breasts, flawless skin, she was heavenly. They moved through the air towards one another, he felt like it was jello. It must have been one of those lucid dreams.

As he met her, he was delighted to find her so smooth and soft. He traced his hand across her body, touching as much of dream-April as he dared. Unable to hold back anymore, he started kissing her. They were a bit unresponsive, but he blamed that on the dream, besides what matter the most was coming up next.

They were already naked, so no clothes needed discarded. Dream-April had already opened herself wide and Ben thrusted into her. They fit like a glove. He was amazed at how much sensation he could feel from a dream.

As he continued thrusting, he felt a weird tap on his forehead. He shrugged his dream shoulders and kept going. This time it wasn’t a tap but a quick blow to the forehead.

“Ouch,” said his dream self.

Dream-April looked at him confused as though she didn’t understand. Thinking that it must be a weird Girne Escort dream thing, he moved to get close to her again but felt himself restricted.

As he struggled against the invisible restricts, he saw Dream-April start to speak.

“Ben. Ben. Beeeen.” It wasn’t April’s voice though. Ben wasn’t entirely sure where to place it until he noticed that the dream sky he had created was starting to quake.

Suddenly, flocks of people came out of nowhere all shouting for their freedom and to get to safety. Ben had time to take in it all before they descended over him, knocking him over. The people became a sea and soon he was swept away. As he fought against the awesome power of nature, he found himself moving slower and weaker.

The he saw one more massive wave come up. It was engulfing everything. It came down. Ben watched as the torrent fell down upon him.

When Ben became aware he found that he was sitting at roughly a ninety-degree angle. He looked over, there was no waves, no water, no April Jacobson. What did greet him was a rather cross Gwen as she looked at him in what appeared to have been a disturbed sleep.

“Why did you ruin my dream?” Ben asked, already mourning the loss of dream-April Jacobson.

“Ruin your sleep? Ruin your sleep?” Gwen hissed, repeating for emphasis. “You’re not the one that woke up to getting humped like sleeping next to some dreamfucking rabbit.”

It took Ben a second to determine what his sister was telling him but soon it became unpleasantly clear. At some point when he had been enjoying the body of his Dream-April, his body must have been doing the same moves, meaning he had been humping his sister throughout the night.

He went entirely red. As much as his pride was telling him to spin it, his shame was winning out as he attempted to shutter out an apology.

Gwen wasn’t having it, however.

“You were fucking my thighs like some demented rabbit. Bad enough James breaks up with me because he wants to go after some internet thot after he goes like three weeks without fucking me. Now, my brother is getting hot and heavy with my thighs. I just wanted to cuddle with my brother because I’m feeling down but no, he has to be a little freak.”

Ben was sure that he deserved some of the anger but a lot of it seemed to be misdirected.

While Ben had his introspection on his sister’s actions, Gwen had not stopped her tirade.

“All these men, all perverts. Just humping and fucking around. What are they good for? Absolutely nothing! Nothing more than a libido in a flesh bag!”

Ben could tell she was stewing though but admitted that being so close to someone so mad was off-putting, especially in his own bed.

“Well, if they’re all perverts then there’s nothing to do but wrangle them by their dicks.”

Ben tried to shush her as her voice started raising. From what he could tell, it was only five so they’re parent were still sleeping and wouldn’t take kindly to Gwen’s “men are perverts” rant.

“Oh, you’re trying to silence me, huh?! I’ll show you!”

Ben’s attempt at Magosa Escort shushing his sister was soon met with her wrestling him. Using surprise, she overpowered him. Ben found himself stripped naked. Gwen had snaked her legs in-between his, snaring him. He watched as they laid side-by-side, powerless as she started to stroke him.

“Still as hard as a rock, huh?” Gwen said, scornfully. Her slender fingers danced up and down his shaft.

“Hey, quit it!” Ben hissed out, trying to compose himself.

Gwen got up and close to Ben, her face inches from his. “I’ll quit when I’m good and ready. You don’t get to use my thighs and then just quit when it’s my turn. My boyfriend, ex, lleft me backed up, so be a good brother and get used.”

“Here,” she said, taking off her shirt. “Why don’t you suck on these like a good little boy.”

Ben hated that her body was amazing. Her breasts were deceptively huge, spilling over her frame while still having an alluring shape to them. Her toned stomach accentuated the bust and her naval piercing gave her a bad girl vibe to complete the look. His dick gave a pulse in appreciation.

That’s a good boy,” Gwen said as Ben relented and started to inch forwarded towards the breast.

He got his mouth and teeth around the mounds. A groan growing in his mouth as he played with his sister’s boobs. They fit nicely in his mouth and the accompanying moans from his sister was not the worst bonus.

“You’re doing a real good job.” Gwen purred. “Now, it’s time for me.”

The stroking hadn’t stopped the entire time. Yet, there was something about the way she switched all her attention to it that made it so much hotter for Ben.

“This is such a fun cock. The large ones aren’t fun to play with, nor the small ones. The average ones are so much fun. I like the way it pulses and gets nice and hot. The head is so smooth. Has it been some time since you masturbated last or last time you got any? It’s just so hard and heavy.”

Gwen made a deep moan. “So deliciously heavy. Look at you, taking it like the bottom bitch you are.”

There was something about that that made Ben try something. He had a free hand and this time he snaked it over to her, down her chest, down her stomach, down her hips, until he got to where he wanted.

“Oh? Is my little brother going to touch me?”

Ben touched the damp fabric that his sister still had on. Working together, they casted the underwear outside of the bed. Ben started playing with his sister’s pussy, a river pooling from the warm silt.

“Are you thrusting now?” Gwen teased. “That’s right, thrust. Thrust. Fuck my hand. Do you like when I play with your balls? Do you want me to get a little further back? Oh, I felt the way your cock reacted, maybe later, huh?”

Ben tired his hardest to keep up, his fingers moving over his sister’s pussy. His thumb traced the organ, keeping a religious pace over the hard clit. His sister was keeping her moans pressed against his ears.

“I’m feeling the way your balls are moving, you’re close, aren’t you?”

Ben could only nod, Lefkoşa Escort doing his best to keep his own orgasm at bay by focusing on causing his sister one. It was a losing struggle.

Taking her hand off his shaft for a moment, she lavishly licked her hand coating it in saliva. She brought it back to his dick and started stroking again, assisted by the saliva.

At one point Ben was sure that he had seen the back of his head once. He knew he had to redouble his efforts. Instead of just rubbing on the outside he started thrusting a finger in and out while thumbing her clit. His sucking and bit of her tits got rougher, Gwen’s appreciated moans telling him that was the correct move.

His own hand was coated in her wetness, a strained look on her face as she started moaning heavier into his ear.

“Oh, my god. I’m close. Keep doing that!”

Ben kept his hands and mouth doing exactly what they were doing and soon got to experience his sister’s orgasm.

She started like a coiling spring, body growing tenser and tenser. The muscles in her legs contracting, her knees starting to pull back up to her head. Until it grew too much, and she exploded. It was like watching an ice cube melt the way the tension appeared to vanish from her body, an ease seemingly taking over.

“Oh, my god.” Gwen said. “I haven’t cum like that in quite a while.”

Ben enjoyed the way she legs slipped out of his, freeing him. Her breasts heaved up and down as she seemed to bask in the post-orgasm.

He was a bit disappointed about the lack of coming on his end but at least her man-hating had ended for the night. He snuggled back into the covers, ready for sleep to take him.

Ben felt the wind get knocked out of him as the full weight of Gwen started straddling him. Any emotion about that was overtaken as he felt the warm and soaking wet pussy of his sister start to slide up and down his cock, beads of pre-cum squeezing from the head.

She looked amazing straddling him. The full, jaw dropping tits, the toned stomach, the dangling silver navel piercing adding to the allure. She moved back and forth, her hips moving seductively. She leaned back and instantly Ben felt the way that she had begun to play with his balls, massaging them one and then another.

Ben was moaning openly, submitting to the powerful woman that was straddling him.

It was so warm, wet, Ben couldn’t handle the stimulation anymore.

“I’m cum-” He didn’t have time to finish before he busted.

Gwen had moved before he had even opened his mouth. She had slid down further down and used her hand to keep his cock steady as it launched his cum. All into her mouth. She kept her mouth so close to the head that she was almost touching but never did.

Ben watched the white liquid vanished into his sister’s mouth. A few beads of cum dripped out of his deflating dick. She took her finger, caught them and put it in her mouth. Making an exaggerated moan as she sucked on it before dragging it out of her mouth.

“You’re actually pretty tasty, not going to lie.” Gwen told him. “I can’t wait until I suck your dick.”

“Uh huh.” Ben moaned, already melting back into the bed.

Gwen went ahead and grabbed all the clothes they had discarded and threw Ben’s at him, while for herself she put them on.

Ben had felt the dull thud of the clothes landing on the bed, but he had already drifted off to sleep.

Thought I’d try my hand at a short story. I hope you find the results enjoyable and Evan’s family gives you a good chuckle. I may consider future episodes if you find this fun.

Episode One: Sandy

Evan’s family was an embarrassment. Most of the time, he thought that he was the only normal person who lived in his house. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his family. He did. It was just that, well, it seemed like everyone in his family delighted in humiliating him. It was never intentional, certainly. It was just Evan’s luck. Unfortunately, Evan had awful luck, and a family of whacky perverts.

Today would be the day, he thought, that nothing weird would happen. He could safely bring Anna, the girl he’d been crushing on for months, home to meet his mother. It would happen on their way to dinner for their first date, but as luck would have it, Evan had forgotten his wallet. Needing to stop at home, just for a moment, to pop in and grab it, he was certain that nothing could go wrong.

“I’ll come in with you,” Anna said, “just to meet your mom.”

“Alright,” Evan said with trepidation, “Just let me call ahead and make sure she’s not too busy.”

Evan phoned ahead. This had to go well. His mother couldn’t embarrass him. God and fucking Jesus, just this once, he prayed. He called.

“Hey, mom,” he said, “I’m just going to run in and grab my wallet on the way to dinner, but Anna wants to meet you. Is that alright?”

“Of course, honey,” Sandy assured him, “I’m just getting dinner ready.”

Evan pulled into the driveway and escorted Sandy into the house. Everything had sounded normal. This would not be like the time that he’d brought Linda home for dinner, only to find his mother stuffing a rolling pin into her twat. It would not be like the incident in which his sister, Lua, had been practicing her deep throat skills on a ten-inch plastic cock, in the living room, when Evan had dropped in with his prom-date-to-be. This would go off well.

He opened the door and quickly glanced inside. The house was quiet. From the kitchen, he could hear the sound of water running and a spoon scraping a bowl. Evan took Anna’s hand and led her toward the kitchen.

“Mom?” he asked, catching her attention.

Sandy whipped around, mixing bowl in hand, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore an apron that said, “Lick my Beater,” in red letters. Evan flushed. At least she was wearing clothes.

“Hi, Honey!” Sandy said.

“Mom, this is Anna. She wanted to meet you on our way to dinner. I’m just going to run up and grab my wallet. Can you be nice to her?”

“Of course,” Sandy said, setting the bowl aside.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, his eyes practically begging.

He took the stairs, two at a time, leapfrogging his way up to his room. He barreled down the hall, crashed through the door, snagged the wallet from his desk, then dashed back down. The entire jaunt couldn’t have lasted more than twenty seconds. As he hit the bottom of the stairs, though, his heart sank. There were sounds coming from the kitchen, sexy sounds, wet smacking sounds. Jesus fuck! They hadn’t been in the house for sixty seconds! How did this happen?

Evan burst into the kitchen to find his date nude from the waist down, her cute ass on the kitchen table, while Evan’s mother eagerly sucked at her fuckhole.

“Oh, shit! Holy shit!” Anna cried, her hands gripping Sandy’s hair.

“Mom!” Evan cried in distress, “What the hell?”

Anna turned her wild eyes toward him and orgasmed loudly on his mother’s face, her tits heaving and breath coming in ragged gasps. Sandy stood up and wiped at her mouth, licked her lips.

“You see? That’s the beater,” Sandy explained.

“Oh my God!” Anna gasped, “Oh my God!”

“Have fun at your dinner, honey,” Sandy said, as though nothing odd had just taken place.

Anna staggered from the table and pulled down her skirt but forgot her panties on the floor. She wobbled past Evan, into the hallway. Evan, his mouth open in shock, turned from his mother. Sandy continued making dinner. Evan ran after his date, who was getting back into the car with a dazed expression on her face. He bolted to the car and tore open his door, getting inside.

“Hey,” he babbled, “I’m… oh my God, I’m so sorry! I’m so, so, fucking sorry. My mom… she’s… I’m so sorry!”

Anna’s body shook, a tremor of sheer delight, like she’d just swallowed the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted.

“Oh my God,” she whispered again, and lay her head against the window, giggling.

“Anna? Are you alright?”

“What?” she said, suddenly snapping her head up and looking around, “Oh! Evan. What?”

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry about my mom!”

“Oh, yeah. It’s fine. She was… your mom’s great. Hey, what do you think if we just stay here for dinner?”

Evan flushed.

Episode Two: Lua

When Evan’s lab partner wanted to do their assignment at the library, Evan was happy to agree. Unfortunately, the library was closed Kıbrıs Escort that day, due to a plumbing issue.

“Some bunch of sick bastards done shit up every toilet in the place!” Old Jones complained to Evan and Daryl, who had just been denied entry, “Ain’t never seen nothing like it, and never want to again. Every toilet in the place! Shit them up good!”

“Can we go to your place?” Evan asked his partner.

“Nah,” Daryl said, “My dad’s back on the bottle and he’ll be an ass, for sure. Your place?”

It was early in the day, so Evan’s mother would be at work. His two sisters were unknowns. Lua, also, had her junior classes, but Evan didn’t know her schedule. Jenny, in her senior year, was also a mystery.

“I don’t know. Let me call the house,” Evan said, praying.

He called the main phone at the house and got no answer. Next, he called Jenny, who confirmed that she was out with friends. Finally, he tried Lua, but got no answer. Lua was never without her phone. She even took the damn thing in the shower with her, in one of those little waterproof containers.

Evan knew this because she’d been so intent on the phone one day that she had attempted to get into the shower with him, naked, because she hadn’t been paying attention. Lua was such a ditz, too, that she had been so absorbed in whatever she was watching on the phone, that she hadn’t even noticed him in the shower (despite his cries of protest and the shower already running). It wasn’t until his nude sister was bumping her ass against his erection that she, finally, noticed what she’d done.

Lua had screamed, dropped the phone, and then shrieked, “What the hell are you doing in here? Can’t you see I’m showering?”

Evan had been so baffled, embarrassed, and horrified by the incident that he’d stumbled out of the shower, shampoo still in his hair, and quickly fled the bathroom in a panic. The lack of a response to his call seemed like a safe bet that Lua was, likely, in class.

“I guess we can go to my house,” he said to Daryl.

Daryl followed his lab partner to Evan’s home, where Evan let them in. Evan knew, immediately, that he had not been lucky. The sounds of porno playing from the surround sound system in the living room walloped them in the face the moment they opened the door. In 5.1 surround, the sounds of a groaning man and orgasmic woman assaulted their senses.

“Damn, dude!” Daryl said, “Your family’s cool with this?”

Evan did not want to say, yes, to tell Daryl that finding a family member masturbating in the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the garage, the back yard, was a frequent, almost daily occurrence.

“Maybe we should go,” Evan said, instead.

Over the sounds of the porno, though, came a muffled, distressed mumbling. Evan couldn’t ignore it. It sounded like Lua, and it sounded like Lua needed help. This, too, was not an isolated incident.

“Do you mind staying here?” Evan said, “I’ll be right back.”

“Are you shitting me?” Daryl said, “This I have to see!”

Fuck, Evan thought, and headed toward the sounds of the porno. The sight before their eyes was one that Daryl found shocking. Evan, though, sighed, embarrassed. His sister, Lua, sat naked, atop a Sybian. Her large tits jiggled obscenely as the thing rumbled beneath her, vigorously masturbating her twat.

Lua had gagged herself, before beginning and also handcuffed her wrists to the machine. Her ankles, likewise, were bound with lengths of nylon, which had been secured to eyebolts in the floor. Evan did not want to explain why there were eyebolts in the living room floor, so he was grateful that Daryl did not ask.

The crux of Lua’s problem was, as usual, that she was far too inventive in her masturbations for her own good. Lua enjoyed challenging herself while masturbating. Unfortunately, Lua did not often think through all the implications of the predicaments she put herself in, necessitating that her family rescue her from her own traps.

In this instance, a balloon filled with air held the key to the cuffs. Only, when she’d hung the balloon from the ceiling, she had misjudged the height, or she had misjudged the length of the ties on her ankles. Therefore, she could not reach the key to the cuffs and had trapped herself on the Sybian.

How she had intended to get the key from the balloon was, altogether, another mystery. Likewise, the control box for the machine had been tossed some distance away. Evan wished that he could say this embarrassing situation was a one-off incident, but the fact was that this sort of thing happened with more frequency than was in any way reasonable.

“Holy shit!” Daryl exclaimed, watching Lua’s bouncing tits.

“Hph! Hm ghk!” Lua mumbled through her gag.

“Jesus, Lua!” Evan shouted and made for the balloon.

He stood in front of his sister, hand reaching for the balloon. At that moment the sybian’s randomized pattern went into what Evan was (to his dismay) familiar with as, Lefkoşa Escort “The Big Bang.”

He broke the balloon, fumbled in the remnants for the key, and then Lua’s body went into orgasmic spasms as the dildo on the machine melted her mind. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she tossed her hair back, gasping as though she’d just come back from the dead, sucking in a lungful of air, and then letting loose with a long, drawn out, “Oooooooooooo…Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

Her entire body convulsed with the power of the orgasm as Evan and Daryl, shocked, appalled, aroused, stood by and watched it happen. A wet patch appeared in Daryl’s shorts as the two of them took in Lua’s jiggling tits, and the sounds of a porn slut being pounded into a submissive heap of Jell-o, blaring through the speakers.

After what seemed like minutes, Lua’s wild eyes looked up at him pleadingly. Evan quickly put the key into the lock, turned it, and they heard a snap as the key broke. Brother and sister locked eyes, a moment of sheer panic passing through them both. And then The Big Bang came again. Lua shrieked as the pattern worked up, vibrating the toy in her cunt in the mind-erasing pattern of ultimate pleasure. Lua had said once, wistfully, that she’d never been able to make it through the entire sequence before. She just had. Now, she was going in for a second round.

She began to panic, trying to get up off the toy, but her legs were fastened in the straps and the cuffs weren’t coming off. Evan slapped himself in the forehead, dashed to the wall outlet and pulled the plug. The machine didn’t stop.

“Why isn’t is stopping?” he shouted over the porno, and then he knew, “Is that the one with the battery backup? Jesus Christ, Lua!”

Lua was oblivious to him, though, because the machine was halfway into its Big Bang pattern now and Lua’s pussy and brain had turned to jelly. Her body vibrated, shook, she moaned and wailed, as Evan fought with the restraints on her ankles. Finally, he managed to get them free, yanking his sister’s naked body free of the machine. The vibrating cock that had been lodged in her cunt came free with a wet, sucking pop and she groaned with relief, but her wrists were still cuffed to the thing.

Daryl, finally regaining his senses, found the quick release on the novelty handcuffs, and removed them from Lua’s wrists. The siblings looked at him in shock.

“What? Every pair has the little release lever, except the real ones. You didn’t know?”

Episode Three: Jenny

Evan rarely brought a friend home. Evan had friends, of course, but Evan’s family was a gang of whacky perverts, whose behavior Evan found embarrassing, at times even appalling. Evan’s mother was gone for the weekend, though, away for a two-day retreat in a neighboring state. Lua, his older sister, had opted to stay the weekend with a friend. This left his oldest sister, Jenny, at home with Evan.

When Jenny informed him that she would be staying out, as well, Evan saw an opportunity to have a few friends over for a night of video games and movies. Delighted to have a place to hang out and have a few drinks, Evan’s two closest friends, Lyle and Tom, walked through the front door with a case of beer. Evan had moved his PlayStation to the living room, where they could spend the evening enjoying games and drinks.

The three of them were halfway into the case of beer and two spots down from first in a tense race, when the front door boomed open, and Jenny stalked into the living room in a huff. Lyle and Tom had met Jenny, of course, they were just kept as far away from her (and the rest of Evan’s family) as possible. They knew, too, about Jenny’s reputation. They had once been freshman in high school, and Jenny a senior, just as they were, now, in college.

Jenny’s well-deserved nickname was Jerk Off Jenny, and Evan’s hot, older sister had been the stroke fantasy (and realization of said fantasy) for many a man. Jenny was not shy, in the least, about her love of jerking off cocks. Evan, himself, had been the reluctant recipient of many a helping hand from his oldest sister, who had a penchant for ambushing him with handjobs when least expected.

This always made Evan feel dirty and perverted, but it was difficult to say no to a big breasted blonde who insisted on fistfucking your penis. Evan had taken to locking his door at night, as well as the bathroom door when he showered. This was due to the fact that his ditzy sister, Lua, had once obliviously joined him in the shower and been shocked that he was already in it. Additionally, these measures were to protect his cock from Jenny and her surprise handjobs.

The countermeasures, though, had little effect as Jenny would just spring the locks with a hair pin and then proceed to masturbate Evan’s cock for him without warning. Nothing further ever happened, and Evan had no desire to have sex with his sisters or his mother. It was simply Jenny’s odd personality quirk, like Lua’s need for nefarious Girne Escort masturbatory shenanigans.

Frequently, Jenny would spring the lock to the bathroom, invite herself, nude, into the shower and proceed to jerk Evan off. She’d push him against the wall, her tits mashed into his back, and then reach around and stroke his erection with shampoo, body wash, hand soap, or whatever else was easily at hand. She’d do it fast and hard, and she’d do it while she whispered perversions in his ear.

“You like that, you little pervert? You like making your sister jerk off your fucking cock? I see the way you look at my tits, you little fuck. You want to slam your dick into me like a sex doll, don’t you? Fucking pervert.”

Inevitably, this would have Evan spraying his load against the shower wall as he denied that he was having incestuous fantasies about Jenny. Other times, Evan would awaken to find Jenny in his bed, nude, pressing her body against him and jerking his cock under his sheets.

“Is this what you wanted, you little pervert? Is this what you’ve been thinking about? I see the way you fuck me with your eyes, you sick fuck. You’ve been thinking about holding me down and fucking your big incest dick into your sister again, haven’t you?”

Evan, thinking no such thing, would deny this and protest. Only, Jenny wouldn’t stop. Jenny would, instead, stick her tongue into his ear or his mouth and stroke his cock until he orgasmed, leaving him to clean up the sticky mess. Over his adult years, Evan had grown used to this. He never shook the feeling of wrongness or guilt, but he loved his sister, and so he put up with her weird little game, just as he put up with frequently having to save Lua from her latest masturbation trap.

Now, Jerk Off Jenny burst in on the three young men’s gaming session, hands on her hips in a short, tight navy dress. Her ample cleavage spilled from the top in such a way that Lyle and Tom dropped their controllers, sending their cars spinning off the side of a cliff, the race forgotten. Evan blushed and said, “Um, hey, Jen. I thought you were gonna be out all night.”

“Well, that makes two of us,” she said, “but that… shitfuck assbag that I was going to fuck all night told me that he wasn’t into slutty girls.”

Lyle choked and Tom made a small, strangled noise in his throat.

“Slutty! He called me slutty! Like, what the fuck, right?” she went on, and plopped down between Lyle and Tom.

“You… you want a beer?” Lyle asked, handing Jenny a bottle.

“Fuckin’ right, bitch,” Jenny said, snapping up the bottle, twisting the cap, and flicking it across the room.

She put her bare legs up on the coffee table and gulped half the bottle, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“That’s some decent piss water,” she said, burping loudly, “What are you fuckers doing, anyway? Evan never brings friends around.”

“We can go upstairs,” Evan said quickly, “No need to bother you.”

“I’m not bothered. I’m bored.”

Jenny tossed back the remainder of her beer and handed the empty bottle to Lyle.

“No, really,” Evan argued, “It’s getting late.”

“Hey,” Jenny said, “Do you guys want handjobs?”

“No!” cried Evan.

“Oh my God,” whispered Tom.

“Finally,” said Lyle, “Jesus. Finally!”

Jenny stuck out her tongue at Evan and said, “Evan’s always saying no, but then he cums anyway. He’s always perving on me in the shower.”

“No! I don’t!” Evan protested.

“Dude! That’s awesome!” Lyle said.

Tom nodded agreement. Jenny, skillfully, unzipped their pants with either hand and pulled out their cocks. Evan blushed in shame and embarrassment as his sister proceeded to rub and tug his friends’ hardening shafts.

“You can grope my tits,” Jenny said, “just don’t cum on my dress.”

Evan didn’t want to watch. He stood up but Jenny stopped him asking, “Where are you going?”

“I’m not going to sit here and watch you jerk off my friends!” Evan spat, “It’s gross.”

“It is pretty gross,” Jenny agreed, “What kind of pervert sits there and watches his own sister stroke cocks?”

“Exactly!”

“If you stay and watch,” she said, “I’ll suck your dick after they cum.”

Evan’s mouth fell open.

“What? No! I don’t want you to suck my dick! Why would you say that?”

“Fine. If you don’t want to stay and watch, I’ll just fuck them when you leave,” she said, giving him a twisted grin.

Evan did not want his friends to fuck his sister. He did not want his sister to jerk them off. He did not want his sister to suck his dick. It was not that Evan disliked blowjobs, but Evan was not into incest, despite living with a family of kinky fucks.

“Dude, you should totally go,” Tom suggested.

“Yeah, man,” Lyle agreed, “It’s pretty weird having your sister jerk me off with you watching. You should sit this one out.”

“Fine. I’m staying,” Evan reluctantly agreed, “but you’re not sucking my dick.”

Jenny spit into her hands and resumed pumping the hard dicks, saying, “That’s not the deal. I’m going to jerk them off, and then I’m going to suck your dick, while they watch. If you don’t let me suck it, they can stay the whole weekend and fuck me as many times as they can get it up.”

“Dude! Fucking go! Please,” Tom begged.