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Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 04

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This is the fourth chapter in the ‘Fifty Cent Piece’ series. Apologies for the delay — I wanted to make the story flow well and I hope you enjoy it. Do let me know your thoughts as constructive feedback is always appreciated. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013.

When I woke up the next morning I felt like I’d been through the sexual equivalent of an Ironman. My hips ached, my tongue was sore, my cock felt raw. I was knackered. I tried to remember exactly what we’d done after Sara left us. There had been a stop for a hand job on the journey home, a rather tricky shag in the deck chair, another one that night in the van, or was it two? I knew I’d fallen asleep at some point, much to Anna’s annoyance but I’d done my best to keep up with her voracious appetite. It occurred to me that perhaps her boyfriend had left because he couldn’t cope with her demands, rather than the story Anna had told me. I was starting to wonder what I’d got myself into. I looked across at Anna, still asleep beside me. She was on her back, naked, the duvet kicked off her during the night, a diagonal shaft of sunlight across her golden skin. One leg was bent up and out, exposing her blonde pussy. A hand lay across her chest, cupping her breast. Even asleep she looked like a model, her bobbed hair somehow still neatly parted. She looked incredible. I figured I could probably last another day or two. I snuck out of the van and went for a much-needed shower.

I’d cooked breakfast, washed up, been for a stroll and read for an hour and Anna hadn’t even stirred. I envied her ability to sleep in and she’d had the cheek to tease me for my napping! She’d no doubt wake up feeling as fresh as a daisy whereas I still felt like I could do with another eight hours. Of course, I wasn’t really complaining. The day before had completely rewritten the book as far as sex was concerned. Anna’s superhuman libido had taken me places I’d never dreamed I’d go and I suppose I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. I was still none the wiser as to who she really was, though, and I was sure she actively avoided any conversations that might reveal anything. Meeting Sara in the forest had been completely bizarre. Could they really have never met before? It seemed so improbable, something straight out of a porn film. It had happened though, there was no doubt about it. I’d had a threesome in the open air with two bisexual hotties. Nothing could change that. Nevertheless, there was still a nagging doubt in my mind about the whole situation. Was I just incredibly lucky and had met the horniest girl in New Zealand, who just happened to meet the second horniest girl whilst we were on our bike ride, or was there something else going on. How come Anna had decided to leave her friends, and all her belongings, and stay with me? Was I really that good a fuck? And was it a blue campervan I’d seen leaving the car park? Even if it was, what the hell did that mean? I was confused to say the least. I had to admit I was slightly bothered by the lack of any protection, too. I assumed Anna, and Sara for that matter, were on the pill but there was a lingering doubt about any nasty diseases. They were too beautiful to have anything wrong weren’t they? I promised myself I’d bring it up with Anna. I just had to wait for the appropriate moment.

A noise from the van told me she was finally stirring. I put the kettle on to boil so that she’d have a coffee waiting for her. I realised Anna had me wrapped around her little finger but the promise of another adventure with her was just too tempting. If I thought about it I was probably even a little bit scared of her, she wasn’t what you’d call predictable.

“Morning sleepy,” I said as she appeared on the step at the door of my van. Apart from what she’d worn yesterday she had nothing with her so she’d put on one of my t shirts; the words ‘Just done it’ were stretched across her ample bosom. As she yawned and stretched her arms it lifted up, revealing her bare pussy. I felt a familiar stirring.

“Hey Sam,” she said groggily. “Mmm, is that coffee?”

I handed her the mug as she stepped down. She took a drink and flopped into my deckchair, shielding her eyes from the sun. I was already excited about what might happen.

***

It was lunchtime before Anna had eaten breakfast, showered and found something to wear that didn’t make her look like a little girl trying on her big brother’s clothes. She was in my old tracksuit bottoms that I’d had since my football training days and the same t shirt. Knowing she didn’t have any underwear was a slight distraction but I managed to keep my thoughts to myself. I was going to stay quiet in the hope that Anna might reveal something about herself or at least give me a hint of some kind. I was actually quite impressed that Anna hadn’t asked me to wash her clothes from the day before. Her bikini top, shorts and knickers hung from the bike rack, drying in the warm sun.

She’d put on some music and I was making a sandwich with the last of what I’d bought the day before. Any passers-by Alanya Yabancı Escort would probably just have thought we were a couple of backpackers exploring the well-trodden routes like thousands before us. The difference was that we barely knew anything about one another yet had somehow slipped into a pretty cosy little set up. Anna seemed completely at ease in my company and treated my belongings as her own — something made all the more necessary by her current lack of any possessions save for her clothes. She’d even used my toothbrush, something I didn’t even really like Amelia to do. Having spent a few weeks alone I was surprised at my own indifference to her helping herself. Part of my eagerness to escape Britain was a chance for time and space to myself yet here I was, suddenly in a de facto relationship, albeit a temporary one, I presumed.

Anna was deeply involved in a text conversation with, I assumed, her friends but as with everything else about her, what she was communicating about was a mystery. I wondered if she might have been in touch with Sara. A memory from the activities of the day before popped into my mind and I smiled to myself, looking over to Anna, her thumbs firing out salvos of messages.

As if she had read my mind Anna looked up from her phone. “Sara just texted me,” she said with a grin. “She likes you, you know.”

“Does she?” I asked. “I like her too!” I said, perhaps a little too eagerly. “She seemed to like you as well,” I said.

“Yeah, she did, didn’t she?” Anna responded. “She was hot, don’t you think?”

“Very fucking hot,” I said. “That was unbelievable. Have you done that before?”

“With a girl, you mean?” Anna asked, a knowing look on her face.

“Well, yes, I suppose so.”

“I’ve done a few things,” she said. “Try anything once,” she laughed.

“And how about with a stranger? How on earth did that happen?” I asked, still genuinely baffled by the incident.

Anna looked at me then looked away, towards the distant beach. “Just one of those things, I suppose. She was horny, I was horny.” She looked at me again. “You were horny. It was fun wasn’t it?”

I laughed at the thought of what ‘fun’ could be defined as. “Yes, definitely.”

With Anna suddenly talking about Sara I decided to be brave and see what else I could discover. “So you’d really never met Sara before?”

Anna gave me that hard, impenetrable look again. I was suddenly wary about how she would respond.

“You’re so silly Sam,” she said, shrugging as she looked away. “How could I have met her before? Sometimes cool things just happen.” She levered herself out of the deckchair and walked towards me. She bent down to where I was sitting, the sandwich on a plate on my knees. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. “You think too much,” she said, “just go with the flow baby.” With that she kissed me, her tongue inveigling its way into my mouth, exploring its way around my teeth and tongue until she slowly released me and stood up. “That’s not enough for lunch,” she said, looking at my sandwich. “Let’s go to town.”

Town was about 20km away, and not the most inspiring place on the planet, certainly not compared to the natural surroundings the area had to offer. I didn’t mind though, a drive through the countryside, a chance to stock up on a few things, a meal cooked by someone else, a few beers perhaps and a chance to show off Anna to anyone who might care to look. Not that I knew anyone, for that matter, but who cared about that? I was in the company of a stunning blonde and that could only be a good thing. She even managed to make the tracksuit bottoms and t shirt look good. If I was feeling really generous I might even buy Anna a toothbrush.

I was happily thinking these thoughts as we trundled along the narrow, winding road that hugged the breath taking coast, blue sea and rocky shore on one side, pine forests interspersed with occasional farmers’ fields on the other. Anna’s hair was blowing in the warm air from the open windows and the van was filled with clean, fresh aromas of shampoo from my passenger and the sea air from the outside world. From time to time one of us would catch the other’s eye and we would both grin at one another, obviously content, our thoughts our own. As we climbed a steep hill a truly stunning vista manifested itself, an apparently infinite scene of clear blue ocean and endless sky. I parked the van and we both stood on the edge of the outcrop, lost to the sublime spectacle of nature. I don’t know how long we stood there but as I looked at Anna beside me I felt it was right that I was able to share the experience with someone. It had been meant to be Amelia that I shared these moments with but instead another girl had appeared in my life. How long for was anybody’s guess but I was happy she was there. Anna’s phone chirruped and she went back to the van to respond to whoever’s text had arrived. I stayed on the cliff top, half an eye looking out for any passing whales or dolphins, Alanya Yaşlı Escort contemplating life and enjoying the edge-of-the-world feeling that Southern Ocean coasts have.

I walked back to the van, feeling calmed and humbled by the view. Anna had taken the key from the ignition and had opened the glove compartment that I always kept locked. Aside from my bike and windsurfer the only real thing of value I had with me was a watch that my grandfather had given me on my 21st. I hardly ever wore it, just kept it locked away, terrified I’d lose it but Anna had rummaged her way through the bits and pieces and had found it and was now sporting it on her wrist. I stopped in my tracks, finally a little taken aback by her brazen attitude towards my possessions. Anna waved the watch around, showing it off.

“Look at the bling!” she said, “I never expected you to have something like this, Sam. I thought you were all in touch with the planet and non-materialistic!” her tone was slightly mocking and it irked me.

“It was a present,” I muttered. “Please be careful with it.”

“Wow, nice present,” she said, admiring the chunky watch on her slender wrist. “You don’t mind if I wear it do you? I think it suits me.”

I did mind. Anna’s carefree approach to what was mine had been quite endearing and even flattering before but this was different. I’d locked the watch away for a reason and Anna had deliberately opened a locked compartment and rifled through my things. She wasn’t to know how I felt about the watch but nevertheless, locked boxes are locked for a reason and she’d made a conscious effort to discover what was in the glove compartment. I didn’t want to seem petty however so I did my best to hide my feelings. It was only a watch, after all, what harm could come to it if she had it on her wrist? She was right about me not being particularly materialistic but this had more than just monetary value and her wearing it made me nervous. Having experienced one of Anna’s moods I was particularly wary about getting on the wrong side of her so I did my best to relax. Anna seemed completely oblivious to my reticence anyway and fiddled with the stereo as I backed out onto the road. As we set off again the sun kept glinting off the shiny metal, catching my eye. My mind was filled with scenarios in which Anna and I argued and she disappeared, the watch still on her wrist, or she lost it somewhere, unaware of how much it meant to me. I told myself to stop worrying. She was right though, given a different outfit — an elegant dress maybe – it would really suit her. I tried to fill my mind’s eye with positive images. Anna’s looks made this reasonably straightforward and much more pleasant thoughts began to enter my head as we set off along the road.

“It looks nice but it doesn’t work,” said Anna, frowning as she shook the watch.

“It’s an automatic, it winds itself with the movement of your hand,” I told her. “It’s been in there for ages so it’ll need to get going again.”

The mischievous look that I’d come to know flashed across Anna’s beautiful features.

“So moving my hand will wind the watch?”

I nodded. Anna slid across the seat until she was up against my left side. She kissed the side of my face and slipped her tongue into my ear.

“In that case, I’d better do something to get it going then,” she said, sliding the tracksuit bottoms down past her knees. I was greeted by the sight of her perfect blonde pussy as Anna’s right hand slipped up between her parted thighs, caressing her own skin. “Hey, you, keep your eyes on the road,” she giggled.

I shook my head in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable,” I said.

“Hey cheeky, you weren’t around to take care of me this morning. It’s been hours!” She had a jokey tone in her voice but she obviously meant what she said. Her libido was remarkable. Even as a sixteen year old I hadn’t had the kind of sex drive that Anna possessed. She was utterly shameless, completely comfortable masturbating in front of me as we drove. How the hell had she come to be this way, I wondered.

I swallowed hard and did my best to look through the windscreen but the slow, sensual movement of Anna’s hand between her thighs was very distracting. She felt her way up each thigh and across her pussy before her hand settled on her pubic mound, massaging herself with her palm. She pressed her hand against herself, moving it slowly, then slipped her middle finger between her lips and slid it up and down, lubricating herself. My cock was straining in the fabric of my shorts already but part of me was glad Anna had decided to take care of herself rather than me. Aside from my poor manhood needing a bit of a rest, Anna’s wandering hand during the journey back from the forest the day before had almost caused an accident. There was no way I could drive and be pleasured by such a skilled hand as Anna’s.

I glanced across. Anna’s eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her lips wetted by her tongue. Her hand was moving a little quicker now, spreading Alanya Yeni Escort her moisture around her labia, onto her clitoris, making small, circular movements around her centre of pleasure. She was leaning against me, her legs now wide apart, the tracksuit bottoms dangling from her left foot which was up on the dashboard, intent on giving herself the orgasm she felt she’d missed out on that morning.

The sight was delicious; Anna’s right hand was rubbing her clitoris, her left inside the t shirt she wore, massaging her breast. Every now and then she would stop rubbing and slip her middle two fingers between her lips, easing them inside herself, then go back to that little pink nub from which so much pleasure came.

I was finding it hard to concentrate and my cock was doing its best to fight its way out of my shorts. Along one side of the road were precipitous cliffs, plunging down to the sea below. As her pleasure rose Anna turned and looked at me, her eyes narrowed wantonly, her lips pouting. I had to stop and let her finish before I missed a bend and we hurtled off the side of the world.

A car appeared in my rear-view mirror and I became even more preoccupied. My erection was caught painfully in my boxer shorts and I tried to free it from the material whilst peering ahead, looking for a safe place to stop. I weaved across the road and the driver behind me blared his horn angrily. All Anna could do was laugh, more interested in coming than the potential consequences of her actions.

I rounded a bend to at last find a large layby and pulled off the road, greatly relieved. The car behind accelerated past, a string of obscenities and hand gestures left in its wake. The van skidded to a halt on the gravel in a cloud of dust. Anna grinned and shifted her position, giving me a better view. I stared greedily, her soft thighs splayed, her hand rubbing furiously. My underwear was still cutting into my throbbing erection and I frantically undid the buttons to free it, apparently any soreness from the previous days’ exertions overridden by this latest display from my Scandinavian goddess. I finally freed my aching cock, it bounced free, eager to join in the fun. Anna eyed it and licked her lips.

“So now he wants to play, huh?” she teased. “Sorry, taking care of things myself today. No need for any help here.” She licked her fingers deliberately then swapped hands, lifting the t shirt up above her tits. “Show me what you do to that sexy cock of yours, Sam.” Her voice was a little hoarse.

I’d been expecting Anna to grab me and have me fuck her so her suggestion took me a little by surprise. Amelia had always liked to watch me masturbate though and if Anna wasn’t inviting me over to her side of the van a wank was better than blue balls. Besides, the show on offer made any porn I’d ever seen look pretty pedestrian.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful, Anna,” I panted. Her face lit up, something that looked like pride shot across her exquisite features.

She purred, “Mmm, thank you, Sam. You’re a gentleman, you know that?”

I wasn’t sure this was how gentlemen usually behaved but I took it as a compliment.

I rubbed my cock as I watched Anna, my tip already well lubricated. My eyes flicked from her pink, slick pussy to her perfect tits, to her beautiful face. Her eyes did the same, dancing between my right hand pumping up and down my swollen shaft to my eyes, catching my gaze. She had that intensely private, urgent, concentrated look that a woman has when masturbating and I suppose I must have had the male equivalent as we worked ourselves towards orgasm. Nothing else mattered, only making ourselves come and watching one another do it. The van was filled with the musky, heady aroma of her sex, and the sounds of sticky, wet hands stimulating the most intimate areas.

I was already close, the build-up had been so intense, and a look from Anna told me she was too. Her little noises and whimpers began to add to the normally secret sounds of masturbation and her hips started to jerk and buck. I wanked myself hard, watching her intently to ensure we came together. Anna’s hand was a blur, her other crushing her breast to her chest. Her mouth open, lips and teeth wet and glistening, her eyes opening then closing, meeting my own, then returning to her goal. My cock pulsed inside my hand, on the very edge of coming.

Anna flushed; her eyes opened and she nodded at me and uttered a primal squeal.

“Oh my God, Sam, I’m going to come. Come on me too, please come on me baby,” she gasped.

I wriggled my way over towards her and knelt on the seat, between her legs. I held her ankle, the silver chain under my palm and brought myself to the edge, and over it. My eyes were locked on hers as I allowed myself to come. Her body shook as she rubbed herself still harder and faster, she swore in Norwegian and I heard my name. My own orgasm rushed through my groin and I came, grunting as I ejaculated, my semen jetting out across Anna’s chest and tummy, splashing off her tits and running down her belly toward her groin, the van suddenly filled with primal, animal noises and squeals, the fresh, salty smell of spunk a new addition to the cocktail of sex in the air. Anna’s expression was one of pure lust as she rubbed my come around her breasts, and down, between her thighs, massaging it into her own sweet juices.

My Sisters and Me Ch. 01

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This is entirely a work of fiction and should be treated as such. All of the characters are of legal age and are not in anyway based on real people. This is my first story so all comments, feedback or suggestions are appreciated. This story could have quite a few chapters if well received so let me know if you want to read more! Thanks for reading and enjoy!

*****

“What in the actual fuck do you think your doing?”

She had caught me red handed. Her underwear drawer open. My left hand holding and fondling pair of blue panties with lacy edges. My right hand furiously stroking my cock. I stopped mid stroke and I truly believe my heart stopped for a beat or two.

“Get the fuck out of my room you sick pervert!” Jess stormed into her room and ripped the frilly lace from my hand as I struggled to hide my dick back in my shorts. She pushed me towards the door before I even had a chance to get my shorts back on and slammed it behind me.

Let me explain. My name is Jeff and I’m 18. I was cursed with being born into a family with only girls for siblings which meant I was always the odd ‘man’ out growing up. My older sister Jessica is two years older than me and had been attending college from home for the past year. I just graduated high school and have been wasting my summer away before starting university for computer science.

Our parents spend a lot of time traveling for work so we tended to have to watch ourselves growing up. Jess, being the oldest, was unilaterally in charge when both our parents were away. Usually this was OK for me, as I am quite shy, my sisters would hang out together and I would be allowed to do my own thing. And that brings me to Jenna, my younger sister.

The baby of the family, even though she was only 10 months younger than me, having turned 18 just a few weeks ago. How my mother put out two kids so quick I will never know but that’s us! She was always the over achiever of the bunch. At a young age she enrolled in competitive dance and spent much of her time doing that. For much of our childhood our family vacations revolved around us traveling to one competition or another.

This very week my parents had taken her down to the States for ten days of dance. Not that I usually didn’t jump on the chance to watch young scantily clad girls perform on stage but I only had one summer left where I wouldn’t be eyes deep in school and work. Jess was working this summer and said she couldn’t take the time off. So even though I’m 18 my older sister was once again in charge of me for the next ten days.

Before I explain how I ended up In my sisters room stroking it to a pair of her underwear you need to know about me. I’ve never had a girl friend. Never kissed a girl. Never even been in the same room as a girl naked. I guess growing up with two strong willed sisters made me kinda shy around any girl I was not related to. I did however watch way more porn than was healthy. And I mean all the time. Every night I would spend a sizable period of time watching on my laptop. In the morning I would stroke to some before I got out of bed. Sometimes during the day I would hide in my room and quietly wank one off, listening to make sure no one was coming down the stairs to my basement bedroom. It was a problem.

Lately I had begun to look at things other than porn. My sisters. They were both gorgeous Jessica was tall and busty. At 5’10 she was nearly my height and she knew how to use it. She was always dressed nice wearing outfits that showed her firm legs, flat stomach, perky ass and most disastrously, for me her large chest. 32C to be exact. Which I only know because on more than one occasion I had snuck into her room to look at her bras. She had blond hair like me which she usually kept shoulder length and straightened. Blue eyes framed by high cheek bones and a strong nose. Her lips were voluptuous like her chest and I would often fantasize what they would look like wrapped around my dick.

Jenna was tiny. At 5’1 and maybe 90lbs she was a perfect for a dancer’s body. I could probably wrap one of my hands around both of her legs with room to spare. Her ass was a tiny round obsession at the top of her toned legs and I would often think about how it would look spread out in one of her dance stretches. She had 32B breasts and her stomach and waist were so small I sometimes thought she was sick or something. She had long curly brown hair that was usually long enough to reach her back. She had green eyes and a petite mouth with slim lips. She was also the only one of the three of us who got the curse of our mothers freckles. She had them spread all over her face and down her neck. I often wondered if where else on her body she had them!

Basically I had two sisters who were opposite sides of the same perfect feminine coin.

I don’t really know when I began seeing them as objects of my sexual desire but I do know I tried to fight those feelings. Just when I thought I had them under control Jenna would show a new dance costume and before I knew it I was in my Alanya Ukraynalı Escort room stroking my dick thinking about tearing it from her tiny frame. Or Jess would tease me about something and I would picture filling that smirking mouth with my manhood. It was never ending. And it was getting worse.

Over the past few weeks I had been secretly sneaking into my sisters rooms when no one was homes and looking in their drawers. Pulling out a pair of lace panties in Jenna’s, a skin tight thong in Jess’. And I think it was only a matter of time until I was caught. Which brings us to my present circumstances.

With my rapidly shrinking erection in my pants I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, grabbed a beer and kept walking down to my bedroom. Both my sisters were adults now how could they not know that I was sexually frustrated? Jess used to bring her boyfriend home all the time, before they broke up a few months back. And when she said “we are going upstairs and you two are staying down her” it was not hard to know what was happening. Jenna however was like me. Never had a boyfriend that I knew of because she was always too busy with dance.

I slumped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. The cold beer in my hand unopened, my mind racing. Was she going to tell Mom and Dad? What would happen then? Would they send me to some sort of councilling. “How to not dream of fucking your sisters” wow…is that actually a thing? I mean I found lots of porn that was like “bro fucks step sis” “horny sis wants my cock” and all that shit, but that was porn. I was legitimately lusting after my sisters. I had a problem. Maybe being caught was a good thing and I could get help.

But the hottest thing I could think of was stroking my cock to their undergarments. Fantasizing about where that material had been and what it had touched. Once or twice when I was on laundry I would find a pair and would sneak them to my room for the night before getting them on the washer. The first time that happened I believe I came 5 times onto one of Jenna’s bras. I can’t believe that much cum actually washed out!

The floor creaked above me and I knew Jess was moving about in her room. She had been silent till now so maybe she had called the parents all ready. I was so fucked. She was coming down the stairs. No pause in the kitchen, just straight down the basement stairs. My door creaked open.

“Figured I’d just walk in since you don’t seem to respect doors anymore anyway” she stood at my door face a rain cloud of emotion. She was wearing a different outfit from when she had come home and found me in her room. Why had she changed? The tiny workout shorts barely covered her ass as she walked around to sit at the foot of my bed.

“So…we gotta talk eh” she looked down at me and crossed her arms over her chest. She had a tight T-shirt on and I could just barely see the outline of her bra holding onto her beautiful tits. Don’t look. That’s what got you in this mess in the first place.

“Ya…I…I’m sorry…if it counts for something” I mumbled, still staring up at the ceiling.

“You should be. And yes it does.” she reached her left hand out and laid it on my leg. Her touch was electrifying.

“You went into my room without asking me. And that is never OK!” she patted my leg.

“But if your sorry then, I forgive you little bro!”

I looked at her sitting at the foot of my bed, hand on my calf. “Jess I…you…you saw what I was doing…Are you going to tell Mom and Dad?”

“Ewww are you fucked? Tell the parents I caught my brother jerking off to my underwear! Fuck no!” she took her hand of my leg and brought it back to join her right on her lap.

“But we are going to have to talk about that to… can’t have that happening again…”

“and…umm…how…do…we…” I couldn’t seem to make a coherent thought let alone a form it into words. My face was burning red and I was having trouble breathing.

“Relax Jeffy” fuck I hate that nickname. “I realized that your in a difficult place. You’ve never had girlfriend. And I would be very surprised if any of the girls at Gillmont would casually fuck the nerd of the grade. Would they?”

“no…” I had resumed staring at the ceiling but now I closed my eyes. This couldn’t get any worse. My older sister was punishing me by reminding me how pitiful my life really was.

“And I hear you all the time watching porn down here”

“what!! no I don’t watch…” it was useless. There was no way I had been quiet all the thousands of times I had jerked off down here. She knew. And I was going to die of shame right here. Right now… A virgin at 18 and dead of embarrassment. What a shit way to die.

“Ya I thought so. Better to not try to lie to me on that one. So… you get bored with jerking it to fake women having fake sex and then you start looking in my drawers to get your rocks off?” she paused but there was no way I could answer that question.

“What are we going to do about that Jeff.”

“I’ll Alanya Üniversiteli Escort move out” I mumbled, eyes closed. It was the only way. If I moved out before university maybe she wouldn’t tell mom and dad and it would be just my sister I could never see again.

“I don’t think that’s an option. Besides its mostly my fault.”

“What??” I looked at her still sitting at the edge of my bed.

“Ya. I mean. Your a virgin. Probably never even seen a girl naked, not on a computer screen, and you have to see me every day. Not to mention the minx of a little sister we have!” She gave a smirk that belonged to a Vegas card shark.

“No, I’ve never looked at Jenna that way…ever.” was she going to buy it?

“Bullshit” nope. “Cause I certainly have!” what the fuck…

“What did you say?” I stared hard at her face, trying to read if she was fucking with me or not.

“I wonder how well those splits prepare her to have me tongue fucking her slit? Hmmm”

I had no words. Had Jess honestly just said she thought about eating out our younger sister…

“But that’s for another day. What are we going to do about you. Now I know its going to be hard for you but I think I have a solution”

“And what would that be?”

“Were going to get you laid!”

I choked on my breath and had to cough for a good ten seconds before I could breathe again. She sat there with that shit eating grin on her face the whole time.

“Listen. No one in their right mind is going to fuck me OK! You said it yourself.” I had sat up so I was looking her square in the face.

“oooo. Now that’s no way to talk to your older sister. And the woman who is about to fuck your brains out!”

She’s gotta be fucking with me.

“Jess that’s gross. Why even say that.”

“Buddy, you were the one in my room beating it to my panties. You have no leg to stand on. unless its that third one you’ve been hiding in your pants!”

“What…”

“Your dick Jeff. Its fucking fantastic. Its long, thick… Tight ball sack. You even trim your pubes to make it look even bigger. Which is?? how big??”

“Fuck I don’t know. I don’t measure my own dick that’s weird.”

“Ya and jerking off to your sisters underwear Isn’t”

“Got me there” I dropped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling again. Was this really happening. I was talking to my older sister about my dick. She thought it was…fantastic…maybe just maybe she was being serious.

“So what do you think baby bro. Should I be the one to make a man out of you?”

“You’re my sister. That can’t happen.”

“Well you’re gonna have to get over that cause. Its happening. I haven’t had sex since Mark and I broke up and I’m pretty fucking starved my self. You have never had sex and I know, I mean I truly know, how horny teenage guys are. So we are going to kill two birds with one stone. Got it?”

“Well…I mean…what if someone finds out?”

“See anyone else here?” she retorted.

“Just you and me baby bro. And of course that snake in your pants. But I’m sure he won’t go telling the parents about this will he.” she leaned forward and patted her left hand right on my cock. I guess I hadn’t noticed but it had been growing hard again during the latter half of this conversation. Thinking about my sister. Hearing her say she wanted to eat Jenna’s pussy…how couldn’t I get hard.

“See I knew you were game for this. At least ole anaconda is” she stood up from my bed and faced me, standing at the foot.

“Since you never done this how bout I get the ball rolling shall I…Sit up. Your not gonna wanna miss this.”

I shimmied my self back on the bed so my back was on the headboard.

“Now. You gotta tell me if these are as nice as all those porn star boobies you keep looking at” she grabbed her shirt and the waist and rolled it up and off her head in one smooth motion. Without pause she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. A red number I had stroked to not a week before this insane afternoon.

She dropped her bra to the floor and let her tits hang free. I was in awe. They were even better than I could possibly imagine. Two perfect globes of flesh that clung to her chest. They sagged slightly due to their size but in my limited knowledge of tits, they were way perkier then they should be.

Her nipples were the size of silver dollars with a tiny hard nipple in the center of each one.

“So what do you think?” she asked giving them a shake.

“They…wow…they are the most gorgeous boobs I have ever seen! Stunning Jess.” was this happening or was it a dream…what the fuck…this is my sister and shes now topless in my room. I had dreamed of these tits so many times. And I was so far off the mark. They were even better than I could ever have dreamed of. I felt my cock grow rapidly in my pants till the bulge in my shorts was noticeable, even to Jess.

“I see your not lying” she looked down to the large bulge in my shorts.

“So Alanya Vip Escort you wanna see the rest?” she ran her hands down to her hips but stopped before pulling off her shorts.

“You gotta ask tho bro. Say it…I wanna see you naked!”

” I…I… I wanna see you… umm…naked.”

“Close enough.” and in a smooth practiced motion she slid her shorts and thong to the ground in one pass, stepping out of them and kicking them behind her with a foot. Legs slightly spread, hands on hips. Holy fuck.

Her pussy was perfection. Shaved bare except for a tiny strip above her clit. Her inner lips folded out slightly over the outer to and I could tell she was wet even from here. The tiny nub of her clit was just peaking out of its hood of flesh at the top of her slit. She turned around and bent over slightly at the waist, sticking her ass out at me.

“How bout my ass, you likey little bro?”

“Fuck yes I do…” she could be a porn star with an ass like that. With a body like that! The big tits slim frame, perfectly folded flesh of her pussy and the tiny cleft between her legs showing it off. Bar none she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

“Your…beautiful Jess. Your body is perfect. I’ve never seen anything that even compares to this. “

“Well thanks Jeffy! Never thought I’d be hearing that from you… but you have no idea how much this is turning me on. Seriously its like Niagara falls down her right now.” she pushed her hand over her mound and moaned slightly.

“Jeff. I’m honestly dying to see that dick, hence…”and she did a little hand motion down across her chest to her waist and then a hand flip in to point at her pussy.

“OK…umm… OK” I reached down and undid the buckle of my jeans. My dick was pushing hard enough that I’m surprised my pants hadn’t broken by this point. I undid my zipper and reached into my boxers. I was about to show Jess my cock. What the fuck had happened with my life.

And then it was out. I never thought it was that big, definitely not porn star big but it was not small either.

“wow…that’s honestly the best dick I have ever seen.”

” ummm thanks” I looked down at my rock solid boner.

“Jeff. If the girls at school knew you were hiding this hammer in your shorts. You would not be spending so much time ogling me…so I guess I’m glad they don’t know. Cause now your mine” she crawled forward onto my bed over top of my legs until her head was positioned over the tip of my cock.

“Love you little bro” and then she slid the whole length of my shaft into her mouth. I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat and keep sliding. All of me was inside her warm mouth and it was unlike anything I had ever felt before. She held me there for a full 5 seconds before sliding up and sucking the whole way. Her tongue ran a circle over the tip of my cock. As she was nearly sucking my dick off my me she grabbed the waist line of my shorts and slid them and my boxers down to my knees. Down she went again.

Bringing her lips right to the base of my shaft she closed her eyes and gagged slightly. She was a pro. My first blow job was from a a girl who really know how to suck cock. And she just happened to be my older sister.

She slurped and drooled like the best videos I had watched. Her drool running down the shaft of my cock and collecting on my taught ball sack. She brought both hands up to my crotch. With her right she stroked the base of my shaft in rhythm to her head bobbing. With the left she began to massage my balls back in forth. It was almost too much. I was dying and I could already feel my balls tightening. The first girl to make me cum would be Jess. My always teasing older sister.

And then she looked up at me. Big blue eyes staring at me. Her round lips wrapped around my shaft and sliding up in down. Her tongue still dancing on the head of my cock. Her hands stroking my shaft and rolling my balls. I felt my orgasm start at the base of my crotch and rocket through me like a hurricane.

“o fuckkkk. O fuckkkkk… O FUCKKKKKK…” my cum exploded into the back of her mouth and she didn’t miss a beat. Instead she buried my cock in her mouth, lips at the base of my shaft so I continued to cum right down her throat. She gagged only slightly as I pumped my whole load down her throat. A small dribble of cum leaked from the corner of her mouth as I finally began to breathe again.

When she felt my cock stop pulsing she slid it from my mouth and kissed the head before sitting up and looking at me. The wiped the small line of cum from the corner of her mouth and stuck it in her mouth.

“Damn. You taste good Jeffy! That was nuts. I almost didn’t get it all down, and I might have some practice at this.” she smiled at me. I was lost.

“Well I’m thinking you are gonna take a second after that fire hose so why don’t I show you something. Without warning she spun around and slung her leg over mine so her ass was between my knees. She spread her legs and put them on either side of mine. With her right hand she reached down and spread her pussy lips. The moisture clung to either side and looked like a sticky mess from where I was sitting. With a practiced index finger she began to spin the skin on top of her clit. With her other hand she reached up and began to twist the nipple on her right breast.

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She leads me into the bathroom, shuts and locks the door, then puts a finger to her lips.

“Not a peep,” she whispers. “If Mom knew you were in here with me she’d disown us.”

“We can’t do this,” I say as she opens the shower door and turns on the hot water. “Isn’t incest, like, against the law?”

“If it isn’t it should be,” she giggles. “Anyway, we haven’t done anything—yet. The way I see it, we’re both sweaty from our bike ride, and by showering together we’re conserving water.”

“You really have a way of rationalizing things, don’t you?”

Suddenly there is a knock on the door and we both jump.

“Everything okay in there, Jamie? I have to go run a few errands. Anything special you want for dinner? And just where is that lazy brother of yours?”

Jamie clamps her hand over my mouth.

“Honey,” our mother says, “it’s so nice to have you home for the summer.”

Jamie is a sophomore at UC Berkeley majoring in veterinary science. I’m a recent graduate of Hoover High School majoring in lazing the fuck around the house while I decide which low-wage job to pursue.

“I’m fine, Mom,” Jamie calls through the door. “Just getting cleaned up for my date tonight. And maybe Jim is sleeping?”

We hear the front door slam. Jamie turns the water off and we hear the car start up.

“That was close,” I say.

“Yeah,” Jamie says, her eyes alive with mischief. “So are you going to get undressed, or do I have to do it for you?”

“You have a date?” I ask, trying to change the subject. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

“I’m not, silly. It’s just a preemptive strike so Mom won’t get too inquisitive. After all, you and I do spend a lot of time together, so planting the idea of a boyfriend in her head will throw her off the trail. Our trail.”

“Jesus, Jamie. I don’t know.”

My sister has flawless, sun-kissed skin and a voluptuous body. Dressed as she is in her cute summer shorts and her faded flannel shirt, she’s the epitome of the beautiful but untouchable girl-next-door. Men want to fuck her. Women want to scratch her eyes out.

“C’mon, Jimmy,” she says, turning her back to me while she fingers open the buttons on her shirt. “All we’re going to do is shower together. We’ll take things slow, because I don’t want to scare you away. So—will you help me out of these shorts?”

“That’s your idea of slow, huh?”

Am I scared of my sister? Am I afraid to touch her body? No, of course not. We spent our formative years wrestling around on the carpet or roughhousing outside. At the time there didn’t seem to be anything wrong about the way we groped and probed and otherwise explored each other’s bodies. But now? And this?

I put the toilet lid down. I need to sit.

“I’ve never seen you naked before,” I say, choking on the word naked. “I mean, not since you’ve…filled out.” Sister or no sister, Jamie is the stuff that wet dreams are made of.

Jamie turns back around. Her shirt is unbuttoned and she gifts me with a cock-stirring glimpse of her luscious tits. She unsnaps her shorts, then stands with her hands on her womanly hips and smiles.

“Thank you for noticing, Jim,” she says. “I’m very flattered. It all seemed to happen so fast. One day I had little rosebuds for breasts, and the next I had Penthouse tits. One day I was straight as a board, and the next my hips flared, my ass bubbled, and my blond pubes started to curl.”

I avert my eyes and cough self-consciously.

“Too much information?” Jamie asks, laughing at my discomfort. She turns the hot water back on and I can already feel myself perspiring—but not from the humidity.

“What about you, Jimbo?” she says. “When did you develop into such a good-looking stud? When I left for school you weren’t even shaving. Now your voice is, like, all husky, and you’ve got the cutest, tightest little rear end. Are you fucking on a regular basis?”

“Jamie!”

“Well are you? If you didn’t know already, I’m the jealous type. So I guess I’ll just have to use all of my feminine wiles to hold your attention.”

She shrugs her shoulders and the flannel shirt slips off with a whisper to the tile floor. I think about what’s happening. I am eighteen, I have more testosterone than a bull elephant, and I’m sitting in a locked bathroom staring at my sister’s mammary glands. What’s wrong with this picture? Besides everything.

“Jesus,” I whisper.

“You like?”

Jamie does a sexy pirouette, showing me her tan lines, her slender waist, and the enticing flesh that spills from her hips and melts into her taut, round ass. She turns the water off again. The bathroom is as steamy as a rain forest.

“Gosh,” she says. “Are we ever going to get in that fucking shower? It’s all my fault—I just keep getting distracted by my handsome little brother.”

“I wish you wouldn’t say ‘little,’ J. It makes what we’re doing sound more obscene.”

“Oh? And just what are we doing? So far all I’ve done is Alanya Sarışın Escort take off this stinky shirt. Where’s the scandal?”

I start to get up from the toilet but Jamie steps toward me and holds me down by my shoulders.

“You’re blushing, little brother,” she says, laughing delightedly. “You’re not shocked that I’m showing you my breasts, are you? Actually, I’m kind of proud of these puppies. My 34 double-D’s have gotten me more than a cup of coffee, let me tell you.”

Jamie kneels down in front of me on a fuzzy pink throw rug. “I want you to touch them, Jim,” she coos, cupping her tits and offering them to me like they were cookies on a plate. Her normally wide, expressive green eyes have taken on a narrow, determined “fuck me” look.

She senses my reluctance. She sees my flustered look and smiles in that sisterly way she has that always ropes me into her crazy schemes.

“Go ahead,” she encourages me. “See how hard you’ve made my nips? Well, aren’t you going to do something about that?”

“I… I…”

“Pinch them, Jim. I’d love it if you pinched them. And licked them, too. Pretty please?”

I swallow hard. Despite my misgivings, I nod. “Okay,” I say, and reach out to fondle my sister’s magnificent breasts.

“Wait,” she says, pulling away, teasing me. “Indulge me first. Let’s pretend that I’m pregnant. Pregnant with your baby, Jim. Naturally my tits are as big as melons and ever so fat with breast milk. Oh, and my nipples ache so much that I nearly swoon whenever they’re touched.”

My eyes are closed as I listen to my sister sing her lullaby of sexual improprieties. “Yes,” I whisper. “Go on.”

“There’s only one thing to do and one person to help me—you, Jim. I need you to suckle my tits. I can’t wait another minute because my nipples are leaking into my maternity blouse, staining it. Nurse me, little brother. Make me cum with your tongue.”

Lust is a drug. It grabs ahold of your cock and drags you to a place where everything is possible, everything is permissible. The filthiest acts your fevered brain can dream up are right there for the taking. The only question is, will you?

“My pussy is very wet right now,” Jamie says. “And do you know why?”

Now her hands have crawled up under the nylon tent of my boxers and she’s kneading my balls and the veiny protuberance of my cock. I suck air through my teeth and feel my pulse race.

“Jamie.”

“Yes, brother dear? Just tell me if you want me to stop.”

One of her hands is sliding up and down my cock now, the other poking playfully at my perineum. Her tits are right there in my face. All I have to do is reach out and their mine.

“Don’t do this,” I start to say, but something stops me. Instead, when I find my voice again I hear myself say, “Not here. Let’s go to your room.”

That’s when I know that I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole of depravity. That’s when I know that I’m going to violate my sister’s honor and I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of it.

Jamie gives my cock a final squeeze then leans in to kiss me, her sweet, vibrant tongue invading my mouth and leaving threads of saliva to droop down her girlish chin. When we both come up for air, our faces flushed, our hearts hammering, she says, “No. I have a better place where we can fuck.”

Jamie helps me up and my legs go wobbly. I brace myself against her and there they are—those two delicious scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with cherries. She closes her eyes and leans back, waiting breathlessly for my mouth to glom onto a tit and suck at its prominent nipple. The time to think about what we’re doing is over. The house is on fire, and we’re going to let it burn.

“Yes,” Jamie moans as I finally purse my lips around one diamond-hard milk duct. My sister’s tit practically melts in my mouth, and I feel her shiver when I roll the little pea around on my tongue like a gumdrop.

“My cock aches,” I whisper. I bite her earlobe and feel the flesh of her tits spill through my fingers. My mind is filled with pornographic images of me plowing Jamie’s vagina from behind. Or her on top, fucking me cowgirl style.

“Then c’mon, silly,” Jamie says, taking my hand and laughing like this is something we do every day. “Quick, before Mom gets home.”

I feel like a stranger in my own house as Jamie pulls me down our narrow hallway. I watch her hips cock and her ass sway as we scoot by my room, then hers. When I realize where we’re headed I start to rein her in, but it’s too late—we’re standing outside our mother’s bedroom door and Jamie has her hand on the doorknob.

“No,” I say. But then I pull her close and glue her lips to mine until both of our tongues are wrestling with slippery urgency.

“Oh, yes,” she says. “Let’s be naughty, Jimmy. Let’s make a mess on Mom’s bed.”

Every car that rushes by the house makes my stomach drop like an elevator. What would Mom do if she caught her son and daughter screwing? Alanya Şişman Escort And in her bed, no less! Mom is a very conservative woman. She still votes Republican. She still goes to church. Figure it out, I tell myself. The poor woman would collapse and die on the spot.

When Jamie opens the door the first thing we notice is Mom’s double bed, the same one that she and Dad slept on for fifteen years before he split. The bed is neatly made. It has a flowery bedspread and freshly plumped pillows pressed against the headboard. There are roses from her garden on the nightstand and a picture of Jamie and me as kids on her dresser.

“Want to see something shocking?” Jamie asks. She pushes me down on the edge of the bed. The bedsprings groan. The room smells like lilac air freshener.

“I think I’m all out of shock,” I say, letting my eyes roam over the perfect contours of her body. She knows that her blatant nudity and sexiness are driving me crazy, and she feeds off my excitement like a vampiress, fueling her own lust.

“Remember when Daddy visited us last Christmas?” she says. She reaches into the back pocket of her shorts and pulls out a wrinkled photograph, something she’s obviously planned on showing me. “Remember how he was always saying how much he loved his little girl?”

Jamie giggles, handing me the post card-sized photo. I look closely and see that it was taken in this very room. There’s the double bed with the flowery bedspread. There’s the dresser in the background parked right next to the door, which has Mom’s homemade Christmas wreath hanging from it.

And there is my sister kneeling naked on the bedroom carpet with her back to the camera. And there is our father sitting right where I’m sitting now. But our father has no pants on, and his head is thrown back and his mouth his wide open in obvious pleasure. My naked sister has her lips locked around Dad’s cock and she’s looking up at him as if to say in a lilting, little-girl voice, “Ooh, Daddy, you’re so big!”

I drop the picture like it’s a burning ember. For a second, I forget to breathe. The world as I’ve always known it has disappeared.

“It’s a crazy, fucked-up planet, isn’t it?” Jamie says, reading my mind. She pushes me flat on my back and helps me wriggle out of my shorts and boxers. “Daddy always told me how much he liked my body, so I decided to find out just how much he liked it.”

“Jesus, Jamie. How?”

“How did it happen? It was pretty easy, actually. I raped him. And—surprise, surprise—Daddy didn’t put up much of a fight. Of course, he knew that he had a cock to die for, and that I’d come crawling back for more.”

“That picture,” I say, unable to wrap my head around my sister and my father having sex. Jamie has shimmied out of her shorts and now we’re both naked on the bed. She’s kneeling off to my side, stroking my raging cock while she stares dreamily out the window.

“I have others,” she says. “I’ll show them to you some time. Oral, anal, straight sex—Daddy and I did everything. He’s such a bastard, though, getting me hooked on incest and then splitting like that. But at least I have you now, little brother. Wouldn’t you like to try everything, too?”

I hear a car outside the window and recognize it instantly as Mom’s. “Shit, Jamie! We’re fucked!” I search her eyes for any sign of panic, but she has such a faraway look that even the slamming of the car door doesn’t move her.

“I’ve wanted you for the longest time, Jim,” she says. “But Dad told me to be patient. He told me to wait until you reached the age of consent. It damn near killed me, the waiting, especially after he flew the coop and took his magic dick with him.”

“Jamie, honey, I hate to break this to you, but that’s Mom setting the grocery bags down on the kitchen counter. Snap out of it!”

“Well,” she purrs. “If you’re so afraid of Mother why don’t you just get up and leave?” She throws a tanned, slender leg over my body to straddle me. “Ooh, looks like your thingie is happy right where he is. I’d even say that he’s weeping with joy.”

She laughs, unconcerned that we’re this close to losing everything. She’s even playing with her pussy and I can’t help but watch as she dips two fingers inside her cunt, then wipes her vaginal secretions all over my cock and balls.

“Daddy used to leak so much pre-cum that licking it up was like drinking a protein shake. Yum. But it looks like I’m still the luckiest girl in the world,” she says, pressing a finger to the sticky-wet slit of my glans. “Like father, like son.”

I realize now that I’m not getting up from the bed. I’m just going to lay here with my sister’s tits smushed up against me and let her kiss my throat, my chest, and my belly. Jamie’s ass is arched high in the air and I can see its reflection in the dresser mirror. The sight of her firm, curvaceous butt flesh and the wrinkly aperture of her anus inflames me. I stare at the dripping wet gash Alanya Sınırsız Escort of her pussy and it takes all of my will not to manhandle my cock, which is just this side of erupting.

Jamie and I share another deep, passionate, tongue-twisting kiss. Then she smooths back my hair, the way she used to do whenever I had a fever as a kid.

“I know this is all terribly immoral, little brother,” she says, teasingly skimming my cockhead along the lubricated lips of her pussy. “Sisters aren’t supposed to fuck their brothers. But don’t you see?—that’s what makes it so exciting. I could walk out the door and have another man’s cock inside me within an hour. But I want the one that’s forbidden, the one that’s taboo, the one that’s incestuous.”

We can hear Mom stirring in the kitchen as Jamie leans back and scissors her moistened cunt lips apart to show me the delectable pink petals of her lady parts.

“See how wet I am, Jimmy? Before you fuck me, wouldn’t you like to do a little taste test first?”

Before I can answer Jamie spins herself around so that she can sit on my face properly. She leans forward until her lustrous blond hair is draping my erection and my nose is buried in her asshole.

“Eat my pussy, Jim,” Jamie says. “See how far you can stick your tongue up my fuck hole. And when you pleasure my clit, swirl your tongue around it, not on it. But forget about being gentle—my pussy likes it rough. And dirty.”

The primal, earthy scent of Jamie’s pussy is intoxicating. She braces her arms on the bed and elevates her ass slightly, giving my tongue complete freedom to slurp at her nether regions. Her ass cheeks are spread and the irresistible brown cookie of her asshole just begs to be eaten.

“Go ahead,” Jamie says, sensing my desire to paint her pretty butthole with my tongue. “I know what dirty little boys like you want.”

I reach out tentatively with the tip of my tongue and tickle her asshole. “Mmmm,” she sighs. She’s got her clit clamped between two fingers and she’s rocking back and forth, urging me on, grinding her ass against my face.

Now we can hear Mom slamming cupboards, opening the ‘fridge, putting groceries away. “Kids!” she calls. “What do you guys want for lunch? Grilled cheese again?”

Oh, I’m hungry alright, but not for any fucking sandwich. I give Jamie’s anus a few more lubricious swipes of my tongue, then make long, slow, delicious passes over every inch of her seeping pussy. She cries out, bites her lower lip, clenches one of her tits. Her nubby, peek-a-boo clit has come out to play from behind its fleshy hood, and I bathe it with salacious licks and kisses until I feel the full weight of Jamie’s bottom smothering my face and taste the bitter cream of her orgasm on my tongue. I sip greedily at her juices as if I’m sucking a cherry coke through a soda straw.

“Holy fuck!” she says, collapsing against me. “So good.”

She rests her cheek on top of my pulsing cock and for a minute I think that she’s going to sleep. The only sound in the house is our labored breathing and the rattling of pots and pans in the kitchen.

Then I feel my sister’s hot breath on my cock and suddenly it’s in her mouth and she’s wolfing it down, greasing my pole with mucousy spit. The heat from her cunt radiates onto my face and prurient curiosity gets the best of me. I spread her vulva open and watch Jamie’s piquant secretions sluice down the walls of her pretty pussy until gravity washes them onto my waiting tongue. Her fuck juices coat my taste buds with a lemony-fresh tang that has me smacking my lips with satisfaction.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth or my pussy?” Jamie wheezes, then chokes on a breath as I worm my middle finger into her asshole. When she recovers she says, “Daddy loved to do me doggy, and since I’m such a bitch in heat right now, why don’t you fuck me from behind too?”

The aroma of cooking oil, toasted bread, and melted cheese leaks into the room. It’s only a matter of time before Mom walks through the door, having searched for us in our rooms and the backyard. How will Jamie and I ever face her again? There’s no hiding the stains of passion we’re leaving on the bedspread. There’s nothing to mask the musky smell of illicit brother/sister sex that’s going on.

“Yes,” I say, kicking caution to the curb and stomping the fuck out of it. “Get on your knees. Put your head on Mom’s pillow and your sweet, sweet ass up in the air so that I can fuck you like a mongrel. I’ve got so much spunk boiling in my balls that Mom’s going to have to buy a new bed cover, ’cause I’m going to ruin this one.”

“Ooh, tiger,” Jamie giggles, then turns around to kiss me, her tongue swimming in and out of my mouth like a slippery goldfish. I slip out from under her. Then she gets on all fours facing the dresser mirror so that we can both watch the show. With my throbbing hard-on in my hand I stare hungrily at my sister’s wanton display and decide right then that there is nothing that’s going to keep me from taking this incestuous plunge. Not even Mom.

“Welcome to the dark side, brother,” Jamie says, spreading her ass cheeks apart to spike my fever. “Welcome to the land of taboo, where fathers fuck their daughters, mothers fuck their sons, and siblings do the nasty on their mother’s bed.”

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My sister left me her teddy bear when she started college.

It really should’ve been our teddy bear. Dad won it for both of us at the Livingston County Fair and Rodeo on one of those rigged balloon popping games, shortly after the accident…

Who knows how much money he must have poured into distracting us, but he probably could have purchased the real thing instead of the fuzzy, plush, entirely too comfortable human-size teddy bear. But Ted Danson (our dad picked the name) became part of the family, a symbolic memory of how our family got through the tragedy.

Technically it was both of ours, but it had to stay in one room. And while I got visitation some nights, as time went on my dad became less vigorous about enforcing the rule about sharing, until even I began to think of it as Madison’s.

I suppose we had our fair share of fights, but for the most part, I lived in awe of my sister. Like every younger sister, I was always trying to fit in with her older, cooler friends. There had been this clash when I was still in junior high, when my sister was the freshman, where the location and age difference proved a barrier. But once I got to high school, there was a gradual blending of our worlds.

For the past few years, we had been nearly inseparable, exactly like when we were kids. We played volleyball together, loved the same art teacher, and on some nights when I woke up from a particularly bad night terror, she let me sneak into her bed, head nestled against her larger bosom, soothed by the sound of her breathing…

I have had night terrors since the accident.

I can’t say that Madison became like a mom, that would have been too much to ask, but she tried to bridge the gap. She answered all those uncomfortable questions, helped me through those awkward questions and earlier bras, even if my chest never transformed to her size.

We didn’t look anything alike, a constant source of anxiety for an introvert like me. Madison was blonde, I had darker, chestnut-colored hair. I guess we were both pretty, but in a different sort of way. Or maybe I was cute and she was hot.

She had the flamboyant, flirting personality while I was the dark and brooding artist, more interested in my sketchbook then boys. She belonged as Prom Queen or Head Cheerleader, though both sorts of posturing were beneath her. I guess I was more the shy, kind of cool girl at the comic book store, the mythical one who actually enjoys the artwork.

I didn’t really know what I was going to do without my sister. All of my friends had been inherited, and there was this gnawing dread that my popularity would wane without her.

And that I wouldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.

Of course, I got more hand-me-downs with the course of her move. It brought me to tears several times (an easy enough thing to do), reminding me too much of the day we went through all of Mom’s things, deciding what to keep and what to throw away. I remember thinking identical thoughts about each object, from the old torn and stained script of that freshman play to those Taco Bell advertisements.

Stupid, I know, but everything they made me throw away made me feel as though it was another part of her I would forget. It was the same thing with Mom. Each of these things came imbued with a memory, and yeah I might just hold onto that time we stole a box of advertising pamphlets and built them into a Alanya Suriyeli Escort paper house while Martin looked frantically for them…

But what if I forgot?

What if I forget that senior English paper Madison turned on The Grapes of Wraith? How I’d noticed the spelling mistake right before fifth period when it was far too late to do anything about it? What if I forgot that ratty looking trapper keeper she carried to class, those days she bothered to bring as much a pencil?

There were many patient arguments (ok, temper tantrums) as we decided what to pack, what I would keep, and what to throw away.

Okay, so I didn’t take it well.

I inherited enough nonsense to be a cold open on a hoarding documentary, but the big haul was her old computer now that she had a new laptop to take with her to college.

And of course, Ted Danzon, who began to serve as a pillow/surrogate sister.

I would sleep in on his oversized chest, draping his heavy arms around me, noticing that he still smelled like her…

School had been the hardest, it was a place that I had only experienced through Madison, my sherpa through the maze of high school. Feeling alone and isolated, I withdrew a lot at the start of my senior year, feeding into my depression. I harbored this thought, the idea that Mom’s death had been harder on everyone else, because Dad and Madison had to look after me.

I was wallowing.

It was a month before I used the computer to fill out an SAT registration. But once I finished, I started casually clicking around, finding a treasure trove of memories. There were pictures of all of us, different plays and short stories I’d written, memes and inside jokes, enough of a virtual claptrap of nostalgia to satisfy me for weeks…

I don’t even know what anything was labeled. Madison had the tendency of naming her files based on whatever feeling she currently wanted to express. So documents titled Fuck Me Or Ms. K Takes It Up the Ass were actually old homework assignments. But I was doing a thorough search, really wading into the depths of self-pity when I saw the first one…

Madison posed up against the gigantic teddy bear, her legs and ass on display in those tight-fitting black volleyball shorts. But there was no sports bra or uniform on her bare back. It was almost tasteful, like a 1950’s cheesecake shot a wife might send her soldier.

Still, my eyes lingered on the bulge of her breasts, her nipples hidden by Ted’s fur.

I shot him a knowing look, then let out a laugh.

I knew my sister had sex. Telling me the details had been part of the deal in exchange for me covering with Dad. But this was new. But from the timestamp on the webcam, I couldn’t match up the photo with any ex-boyfriend.

Had she just done this for fun?

There were dozens of other pictures and videos in the innocuously titled file. For days, I blocked out my curiosity, trying to respect her privacy even as those rationalizations snuck into my head. After all, we had showered together on the team. I’d seen her naked and knew all about the three men she’d fucked.

But it became an obsession. Most of all, I remembered the look on her face, how much fun she seemed to be having in this private display of exhibitionism.

It was so her.

And yet I didn’t think entirely about her face. I tried rationalizing Alanya Türbanlı Escort it away even as I squirmed in my seat, trying to pretend my pussy wasn’t responding to these incestuous thoughts.

I promised I wouldn’t snoop, so I started sketching, trying to recreate the idyllic image, needing to capture how beautiful she had looked with my pencil.

And that’s where it started…

I decided to look again, just for reference, forcing myself not to think about the tingling wetness below my waist.

More than a few times during the week, I’d resorted to rubbing my pussy against my favorite blanket. I know it sounds like a silly way to masturbate. Madison had even bought me a vibrator, I just hadn’t been ready to use it.

I guess I was easing myself into it, content to let the desire build and build until I let it out by rubbing my thighs together against my Mickey Mouse blanket. There was something about it, the texture, the release after waiting for weeks. But a lot of times it overwhelmed me emotionally, and I started crying.

Once Madison had heard me, rushing into the bedroom to check on me. I had only been wearing a t-shirt, afraid that she knew what I had just been doing. And with the orgasm still not yet subsidized and my tears falling, my sister had held me, cuddling me until I calmed down.

And after…

It embarrassed me how I remembered it rather than what happened. I tried to tell myself it was natural. That I was just too inexperienced, because I couldn’t deny the truth of it.

It had been the best sex of my life.

Is masturbation sex? Not technically, but emotionally? Mentally?

I like to think sexual expression is still special when it occurs alone. Masturbation can be self-love instead of self-hate if it isn’t always perceived as a substandard substitute. Maybe it was just being eighteen, but I had been happy to take my time with myself, perpetually petrified at feeling silly at the end of another weeping climax.

Until now…

I thought of looking for that vibrator Madison had bought me, stopped only by the thought of what she would think of her sister fucking herself to the first time to her naughty pictures. So I forced down my feelings, rationalizing it, focusing on making each line exactly as the vision pixelated on the screen.

I finished, holding my drawing up to see the two images of my sister with her teddy bear.

She looked perfect.

I should have stopped then. All I can say is that I did pause, trying desperately to stop myself before clicking on the rest of the gallery.

I saw her turn, her nipples hard and swollen, one hand playfully tweaking them, the other reaching down into her black bottoms. The camera roll came out in a burst, creating these animated GIF presentations of my sister slowly pulling down the bottom, hiding her pussy as her breasts and hair bounced down.

Then she placed her hands on her hips.

My eyes went right to her bare vagina, just like her strip-tease intended.

Sure, I’d seen her naked, but not like this, so overtly sexual in the first of a dozen full-frontal photos.

And Madison was beaming, almost giddy with a natural smile.

I hadn’t touched myself, not yet, but I could feel the fabric of my underwear against my pussy as I compulsively opened and closed my legs. It wasn’t just a little Alanya Ucuz Escort wetness now, my panties were soaking wet, clinging to my cunt as I tried to hide the small little tingle of pleasure I got from moving just a little against the leg of the stuffed bear.

I could see Madison in between his legs, spreading her thighs and using two fingers to spread open her lips like a professional. I gasped, really seeing inside of my sister in a dozen more close-ups, then the camera pulled back to a different position.

This time, I saw my sister in a position remarkably like what I was doing, only facing the opposite direction. Her legs were spread in between the thigh of our teddy bear, her arms wrapped around Ted’s shoulders, as though she was sitting naked on her boyfriend’s lap.

Then photos changed into another animation, showing my sister grinding her pussy and down on the teddy bear’s thigh. Her buttocks clenched, her head tilted back, facing the camera, a look of pure ecstasy on her face as she shook on the stuffed animal.

Was I watching her cum?

When I confessed to her about rubbing my blanket between my legs, so scared of sounding stupid, she had reassured me I was normal.

Madison said she had first used a stuffed animal…

At the time, I’d been too embarrassed to even think about it.

I looked away from my sister’s naked body, absolutely glowing on the screen, before realizing how much I was rocking on Ted. His fur seemed to bristle in just the right way, his pelt exactly the right texture against my skin…

I thought about it, again for only a moment.

My panties never made it down my ankles as I scooted up and down the nearly person-sized leg. I twisted and turned, using my hands to hold him still as I slid up and down, too horny to care about the utter humiliation if I was discovered in this position. The computer continued playing the animation, me mimicking my sister in reverse, rubbing as her naked body titillated me again and again in my few and fading moments of focus.

Our teddy bear felt so good against my clit…

I adjusted, taking off my panties and shirt so that I could mimic my sister, fully nude and intimate with our teddy bear. Then I sat back against him, adjusting into the perfect position. I held his leg a little with my hands, bending down a little for leverage as I gyrated away, using my muscular thighs to squeeze around him as I bucked.

I craned my neck, struggling to both see and sate my aching pussy. I could sense the rising tingle up my pelvis, the anticipatory beginnings of the climax let loose in hot white warning flashes as I reached my finale, stopping only long enough to look at Madison one last time.

God, she was so beautiful.

I convulsed, nearly falling off Ted as the strongest orgasm of life overpowered my inexperienced sex. I shook and thrashed so suddenly that the only thing keeping me in place was my desperate desire for more. The last few waves of ecstasy slowed me down, turning me into a melted heap of contentment…

Curdling instantly into remorse and loneliness…

I cried, starting even before the afterglow of my orgasm ended, pouring out an ugly mixture of tears and mucus into Ted Danson, his plush arms strapped around me. I hugged him tight, letting him cuddle me, trying to again smell my sister over the fresh musk of sex…

It was enough to think of her, holding me after hysterical crying…

Enough to soothe me to sleep…

I can’t really know what I dreamt and what I just wished I had imagined that vividly, but I had this image of Madison lying naked next to me.

Stroking my hair…

Understanding how I felt about her.

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“Enjoy yourself?”

Shocked, I leapt from my chair, headphones getting ripped from my head, as panic had me torn between pulling up my pants and shutting off my monitor.

My cock was still dripping semen, and blood was rushing to my face.

I had been caught by my sister, and the damage was already done.

She was standing well inside my room, holding up her phone like she was filming me.

From where she was, she had had the perfect angle to see everything, to record everything.

While I was busy jerking off to a video of one of her friends passed out on our couch.

Not only had she caught me masturbating.

She had caught me having made secret recordings of her friends sleeping over after getting drunk.

On the video I had just jerked off to, I had been sneaking into the living room, where her friends were crashed out on the couches.

One of them, a gorgeous little brunette by the name of Becky, had been lying there almost completely exposed.

Tiny skirt up around her waist, and with just a little help, her top got out of the way enough for me to slip one of her heavy breasts out of her bra.

On the video I had just been jerking off to, I stood there fondling the breast of the passed out drunk girl, quietly jerking myself just inches from her soft mounds. Almost feeling her breath against my dick, it was the closest I had been to a sexual encounter with a girl. The excitement and the risk of getting caught had me shoot my cum after only a few strokes.

Most of it was caught in my fist, but a single drop hit her breast.

Listening to the little devil on my shoulder, I smeared that drop on her hardening nipple, before I slipped her bra back in place, her top down, and left again as quietly as I could.

It was not the only such video on my computer.

Ever since my sister moved in, I had slowly let temptation guide me more and more often.

Now, it would seem, it was time to pay the piper.

But before I get into that, let me just tell you a little about myself, and what had lead to this situation.

My name is Henry, and I am twenty years old. I am half thai, which has led to me being smaller than most guys, both in general physique, but also downstairs, if you know what I mean.

You might say that it has negatively impacted my confidence with the opposite sex, and I have become so tired of people thinking I must be gay because of my heritage and my size.

It doesn’t help at all, that I am basically the same size as my three months younger sister Wendy.

Yes, three months. Obviously she is my half sister.

First dad got his mistress slash housekeeper pregnant, then his wife.

Which lead to a rather messy divorce.

Even after the divorce, dad was still pretty wealthy, so when I went to college, he arranged an appartment for me, right next to campus, so that was pretty sweet.

However, it became less sweet, when at the beginning of the next semester, dad insisted that I had to share with my sister, who was going to be studying at the very same college.

I love my sister, ofcourse, but we are completely different. She is so bossy and outgoing, that she easily steamrolls me, without even trying.

She is athletic and frankly, quite gorgeous.

So its no surprise, that she had lots of friends almost from the start. Quite soon even a boyfriend.

A big obnoxious jock, that would just help himself to everything in the fridge.

And ofcourse she would throw parties.

Not every weekend.

Sometimes she would just bring people back to our place, after whatever party they had gone to was winding down.

Not being in the mood to have my masculinity questioned or being ribbed Alanya Olgun Escort about my small size, and in general not being very comfortable around women, I would retreat to my own room.

With my headphones on, and my attention on some online videogame, volume cranked way up, I could pretend to be alone.

One time, I had the urge to maybe go take a few pictures of how trashed our place was, to maybe talk dad into letting me have the place to myself or something. Fat chance, really, as I know he loves her more, but one can dream.

So when everything was quiet, I went quietly into the livingroom, recording the scene as I went.

Drunk people passed out everywhere. Empty bottles. Doritos ground into the carpet.

And then there was this one girl having a nightmare.

Or at least that was my initial thought.

But as I cautiously moved closer, I could see that she was awake, the moans not being from terror in her sleep, but rather from her fingers on her smooth pussy, glistening with moisture in the ambient light spilling through the skylight, even in the middle of the night.

Her face was even lit up slightly by her phone, as she appeared to be watching something on it.

Frozen in my tracks, I just stood there, recording it all, as my cock grew rock hard in my pyjamas pants.

When she came with a whimper, I retreated with as much stealth as I could muster, and went back to my room, where I masturbated to the short video of her like my life depended on it.

From then on, I would sneak out into the living room whenever Wendys parties were over, looking for things to record for future recreational purposes.

Once in a while, someone would wake up, but I would just pretend to be writing a text message,while going for a drink of water.

As I got braver, I started fondling the deep sleepers, slipping a hand inside a waistband or a bra, when it seemed I could get away with it.

I even started going into my sisters room, when she was passed out drunk.

It was only fair with a little payback, right?

A bit of crazyglue took her lock out of commision, so I had easy access whenever I wanted.

So before long, I had a rather sizeable folder on my computer with videos of her friends and her, passed out drunk.

And me fondling them a little. Sometimes exposing them a little. Maybe having a jerk right next to someones face or breasts.

Even have a video of my sister, passed out spreadeagle and naked on her bed, only one fuck-me-now boot on one foot.

But now I was caught red handed.

Damage control!

I rushed to pull up my pants with one hand, and pressed down on the power button on my computer with the other.

As it powered down in seconds, my sister was just laughing.

“That won’t do you any good, brother mine, I already made copies of all your smut!”

Not really listening, I just knew I had to get the recording from her phone, or my life was over!

So without thinking, I pretty much just threw myself at her, trying to get the phone from her.

I should have known better, ofcourse, as in the past it had always ended badly whenever a childhood argument turned physical.

This time was no different.

With a quick halfstep back, and a strange flourish with her free hand, she had me in some sort of bullshit lock, that bent my wrist in an unnatural direction, and had me on my knees as she pushed.

“Listen you idiot, its no use fighting. The video is already in the cloud, and there is nothing you can do about that. Plus you know I can kick your scrawny ass any day of the week. So there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me, if I decide to put my pervy brother on all the Alanya Otele Gelen Escort social media.”

She didn’t need to grind me quite that hard into the carpet, while she gave her little victory speech, but that didn’t stop her.

“Please, Wendy, don’t do that, please, I will do anything!” I whimpered, in a mixture of fear and pain.

“Anything? Very well, I guess I can find some other way to teach you a lesson… hmmm…”

I felt her release her grip on my arm, and dared to slowly sit up, hope daring to rise slightly inside me.

“Okay, I am going to punish you for being such a perv, and you will obey me, or the deal is off, and I post everything to the social media, and tell all my friends how you perved on them.”

I gulped and nodded, showing I agreed to everything. It would not be the first thing she punished me in some humiliating way for being an idiot, and I would just have to get through it.

“First, get naked, and wait here while I get some stuff.”

When I hesitated a moment, she continued.

“Its only fair, you have seen me and my friends naked, now its your turn!”

She was fiddling with her phone a bit, then showed me a screen with a big button that just said “post video”.

“Now, last warning, get undressed, or I push this button.”

Instantly, like a switch was flicked, I tore off my shirt, and my pyjamas pants and briefs were on the floor even faster.

“Good, now sit there and wait”, she said, as she indicated my computer chair.

Returning a minute later, she tossed some things at me.

A tiny little g-string and an odd half-cup bra that would not hide much on a girl.

“Put those one dear brother, lets see how you like being watched in g-strings and a bra.”

Moving slowly at first, almost like a sleepwalker, I put both items on.

First the g-string, that did very little to hide my bits.

The string felt odd against my asshole, rubbing it in a most peculiar way.

And ofcourse the front was not exactly designed with a dick and balls in mind.

Even ones as tiny as mine.

Fully hard, I was four inches, so soft like now, it was not exactly a monster. Moving the fabric around a little, I managed to tuck everything inside and get fairly comfortable, even if doing so made the string more taut on my anus.

Ofcourse I couldn’t fill up the bra cups, even though it was only my sisters B-cups, but otherwise it fit just fine.

As I was struggling with closing the bra on my back, I finally noticed my sister had been standing there with her phone out, filming the whole thing.

Blushing with the added shame of it, I realized the earlier video was way worse, so didn’t remark on it, just tried to not look directly at her or the camera, as I managed to finally wrestle the bra into place.

“Good, now twirl for me, show off that booty of yours!” My sister sounded cheerful, like she was giving directions to a stripper at a club.

“Do you need to be filming this?” I muttered, shame making me want to shrink into the carpet.

“If you can film sleeping girls, touch them, and then jerk off to it all later, I think you can handle being filmed a little too!”

Realizing I was not getting out of that easily, I resigned myself to just obeying and getting my punishment over and done with.

I started twirling and prancing and bending each and every way, as she instructed me.

I was even starting to have a little fun, I realized, as my dick was waking up a little.

Somehow, showing my body like this in front of my sister, was getting me a little hard.

My sister didn’t seem to notice anything, but I could feel it strain against the miniscule amount Alanya Rus Escort of fabric that was the g-string.

Next she had me crawl around on my bed, and show myself off to the camera in all kinds of poses.

Snapping pictures from every direction and angle, she seemed to be having a lot of fun.

And with me sometimes being ass up face down, sometimes grinding my crotch against my duvet, whatever she demanded of me, I was soon up to full hardness.

With it flat against my stomach, and it not being much to begin with, it seemed she didn’t notice, until a wet spot started to form in the front.

Precum was oozing from my dick, and suddenly she stopped taking pictures of me.

“It seems you are having a bit much fun, brother. Maybe you didn’t understand that this was supposed to be a punishment?”

My instincts were telling me to cover my dick, but I also did not dare do anything that might draw further attention or anger my sister, so in the end, I just let my head hang, mumbling my apologies to my sister.

“It seems I will have to come up with a more severe punishment… Keep the underwear, I dont want it now that you have worn it. And keep the videos you made, but dont make any more. And no sneaking into my room when I sleep. And dont think you are off the hook yet.”

She walked to the door. Then turned around just before she walked out.

“And do something about that little thing of yours, we can’t have you walking around like that!”

She gestured to my crotch, and then left before I could do anything other than just mumble another “Yes sister, whatever you say.”

After a minute, my heart pounding in my chest, shame burning through my mind… and my rock hard dick calling for my attention, I thought to myself that I might as well do as she said.

Booting up the computer again, I searched through my folder of smut, until I found the one of me filming my sister in her sleep.

I had never before touched myself to that video, always thinking I could never think about my sister like that.

But right now, my cock gave me no other choice.

The video of her started with me sneaking into her room. Some light came from her TV that was left on the netflix selection screen, so I could clearly see her naked body, passed out on her bed.

She was wearing that one thigh high boot, that even though she was my sister, always made me hard when I saw her in them and a short skirt. She appeared to have fallen asleep sitting on the edge of her bed, before she could remove that last item.

Her legs were wide apart, and I could see every fold of her smooth shaven pussy. For a minute I zoomed in on it, getting a nice closeup of the moist folds. How I had longed to touch those, aching with the need, but not daring to touch her most sensitive part.

Panning up to her chest, her firm b-cup breasts were completely exposed to my view, and zooming in, I could tell how her nipples were hardening against the chill of the night air.

On the video I quietly made my way closer, careful not to trip over any of the laundry, empty bottles, or assorted junk on the floor.

I was reaching out towards her breast, then hesitating. Not quite daring to touch her, my hands hovered so close to her skin I remember feeling the heat from her.

Kneeling down between her legs to get a better view, and a nice full HD recording of her pink glistening pussy, I remember the scent of her. How intoxicating it was. I had not drunk a drop, but I felt drunk.

Reliving the experience now, wearing my sisters underwear, jerking my small dick per her instructions, I came. I came all over my hand, my stomach, and the g-string I was still wearing. Removing the bra and g-string had not even occurred to me.

Sneaking into the bathroom, I rinsed the g-strings in the sink, before going back to my room, where I remained for hours, not knowing what my sister might think up.

At some point, I drifted off to sleep, even though I was worried what my sister might impose of further punishments.

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She was waiting at the bus stop when I spotted her through the arch of glass the wipers repeatedly cleared of snow. From a distance, she had the appearance of a tiny figure in some cheap snow-scene trinket. If the traffic had not been so slow, the snow-hushed rush hour a gruelling stop-start, I probably would not have noticed her at all.

It was not just her tallness, her ever-so-long legs in boots and shortish skirt that drew my eye; she appeared forlorn and abandoned. How inappropriate her clothes were for the conditions, her leather jacket merely decorative, not protective at all, her collapsable umbrella her only protection. Her attire told me that when she had left the house that morning, she had not anticipated this white-out.

The dawning of recognition on seeing her face. The disbelief that it was her in that place at that time. How different she appeared from the picture I carried off her in my memory, her moments of laughter and smiles in summer days all those years ago.

She anxiously scanned the road for signs of her bus, didn’t even look when I pulled into the bus turn and got out of my car and called to her over the car’s low, soft-top. Snowflakes settled heavily on my shoulders, wetting my shirt.

She probably thought I was some creep, so I called again, louder now: “Dolce!”

Hearing her name she turned to look, peering doubtfully, still not sure. “Oh, it’s you. Greg. . . isn’t it?” Then her smile.

“Get in,” I said.

“I don’t live in Weston anymore. It’ll be out of your way.”

“Where are you now?”

“Newtown. Benson Street. “

“Your bus might never arrive — in this,” my finger pointing upwards. “I can’t leave you to freeze to death. I’ll run you anyway. Will Martin be home? It would be good to catch up,” I said and then quickly retreated into the snug interior of my old MG.

She attended to her umbrella before getting into my car, shaking it, folding it away. As she did so, snow settled on her shoulders and in her hair. She dusted it away before opening the passenger door.

And then her legs slipping gracefully into the footwell, then the clunk of the door closing. She wore leather knee-length boots and a shortish skirt that rode high as she settled herself, revealing an expanse of thigh sheathed in opaque grey tights. She began wriggling her bottom in a quest for comfort in the hardly accommodating bucket-seat, exposing even more of her thighs as she did so. I watched her cross and uncross her legs, twist her feet this way and that trying to find enough space in which to rest them. She eventually settled into this kind of side-saddle position, her knees almost brushing the gearstick.

She saw me looking at her legs and tugged self-consciously on the hem her skirt. “Not a lot of room is there?” she said.

“I should have altered the seat for you. Your legs are very long.”

“They’re too long.”

“They’re perfect,” I said, once again running my eyes over her thighs. She must have been six foot. When she wore heels, we were eye to eye.

Her smile was sweet, her gaze demur. “I never expected this snow,” she said. “When has it ever snowed like this in April? And this jacket’s no use. Can you turn the heating up?”

“This is as good as it gets,” I said. “Anyway, where’s your car?”

“I’ve given up driving to work. Parking fees are ridiculous in the centre. The bus makes more sense — usually.”

“Perhaps you’ll check the weather in the morning from now on.”

“God, no. I’m up at the last minute, showered and out the door in all of twenty minutes. I’m still half asleep when I roll into the office.”

She looked tired, worn down. She had aged since the last time I’d seen her. I thought of the girl she had been when Martin first introduced her to me five years before. She had been just eighteen, and I’d immediately thought her the most beautiful, elegant girl I had ever met. I was so jealous of Martin, could hardly believe someone like her could fall for a person like him.

I’d arranged to meet Martin and other friends at the races, never expecting a girl as sophisticated as Dolce would be his, or that Martin even had a new girlfriend. When I remember that day, I still get the same tingles I did the very first time laid eyes on her.

“Greg, this is Dolce. Dolce, Greg,” Martin had said.

Her guileless smile. “Hi, Greg. Lovely to meet you. Martin has told me all about you.” She had stepped towards me and offered me her hand, and I had taken it in mine. Even though she was such a tall and sturdy girl, her hand was small, soft and delicate. She drew me close by gently pulling my hand, kissed each of my cheeks.

To see her, to speak to her, was astonishing enough, but to touch her, inhale her, was to be given a peek into what it might be like to make love to her. There was something indefinable about Dolce, her refined feminine allure saved from primness by her visceral physicality. She had studied dance since childhood. She also swam, climbed, and kayaked.

Only minutes before, on that day we first met, a brief squall had swept Alanya Grup Escort the racecourse, catching Dolce in the open. The sudden wind had sent strands of her hair all hither and thither and left her fascinator askew at the side of her head. That hint of dishevelment contrasted with her otherwise immaculate outfit, her impeccable poise.

Her height, her lingering proximity as she kissed my cheeks, and her intoxicating fragrance, they all filled me with a desire for her so complete it frightened me. Being close to a girl like Dolce, I realised I could guarantee nothing about my behaviour in her presence ever again. Before drawing away from me, she held my gaze. It was as if she were trying to remember me, searching for the person in her life I may have once been.

For me It had been love at first sight, though I would not have called I that at the time. Looking back now I can see it was precisely that. Having to live with the heartbreaking knowledge she was out of bounds was too much and I had to put myself out of harm’s way, had begun to make an excuse if Martin called to ask me round to theirs.

Eventually, my aching crush abated, buried by denial in that rarely disturbed eluvium called, “if only”. I did not like to look at all the “If only’s” in my life: there were too many. But little by little, our friendships resumed for a while, until I was moved to another city by my company. My only contact with the couple being birthday greetings and the occasional email from Martin. I told myself my feelings for her had been lust only.

But then on that Friday evening when snow stilled the city, I found myself alone with Dolce for the first time, and emotions long denied began to surface.

“Shouldn’t we get going?” she asked.

I realised I was staring at her legs again. I coughed involuntarily and turned from her and gave my full attention to rejoining the traffic, which was still barely flowing.

The car indicator tick-ticked as we waited for the kindness of a fellow motorist. The flash of headlights and my old MG found its place among the other barely moving vehicles.

“I suppose you’ve heard,” She said flatly.

“Heard what?”

“About Martin and me.”

“Have you finally named the day then?”

A scowl. “It’ll have been two months tomorrow . . .”

“Two months?”

“Two months since I said enough is enough. I’ve left the bastard. You know Emily, don’t you?”

“Emily Tomkins?”

“That’s her . . . The Bitch! From now on to be known as That-Fucking-Bitch.”

“Martin and her?” I was shocked. I’d always thought Martin and Dolce as forever. “My god!” I said, “Martin adored you. You were his perfect girl. I mean, Emily is a babe, but she’s not in the same league as you, Dolce. No way is she! What-the-fuck happened?”

“That-Fucking-Bitch happened, that’s what happened. Everyone knew except me. She lives in my home now — my home! Can you believe it? I’m sorry, Greg, it makes me so furious to think of her alone with him in our apartment.”

Emily Tomkins! Gorgeous she may have been, I’d always thought of her as a girl that had risen above her comfort zone and would soon be sliding back down into the sluttiness from which she had apparently escaped. But I didn’t know anything about Martin’s involvement with her.

“I didn’t know,” I protested.

“You must be the only one who didn’t.” I sensed her thinking. She looked directly at me. “If you had known, would you have said?”

“You mean would I have told you about their affair?”

“Yeah.”

“But I didn’t know, did I? I’ve had a lot on lately; I haven’t seen Martin or you in over a year.”

“But would you have — If you had known?”

I asked myself if I would have told her. I didn’t know. I thought hard. I might have; it would have been a door through which to reach her. But Martin was my oldest friend.

We were nearing a side road that I could use to escape the congestion — and her question. “If we go down here we can avoid getting stuck in the snarl of junction forty-five.”

Well, that was the idea. Ten minutes later we had to abandon the car. A small hill had become a ski-run which my motor refused to climb. The engine roared, and wheels span, but we were going nowhere.

“What now?” She asked.

“We walk.”

“It’s five miles to my house. I can’t walk that far in these boots.”

I sat and thought. Then an idea:

“Look, Dolce, we’re still in town. There’s The Hilton. Its only five minutes by foot if we go via the canal tow-path. We could hang out at the bar. Maybe eat, kill time until it clears.”

“My boss said it was set in for the night, which is why he said I could go home early.”

I checked my phone. The BBC said the same: another six hours of snow, at least. And even if it stopped, the roads would be gridlocked for hours.

I said, “Your boss was right.” And then very tentatively, “If it doesn’t clear, we could share a room?” She looked at me in a way I found hard to read. Was it disbelief that I had even suggested such Alanya İranlı Escort a thing? Or was it something else? I couldn’t tell. “Twins of course,” I added.

“Tell you what, Greg. We’ll go for that drink and wait and just hope it clears.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said. Already my ego was crushed, the word “hope” a leaden thing falling on my thoughts of her and me alone for the night.

The estimated five minutes walk to the Hilton became fifteen. As we made our way through snow that fell heavier with each step we took, she had to hold my arm for support as her footwear, fashion boots at best, were hardly adequate for the conditions underfoot. As soon she tried to walk, she skidded and slid. She reminded me of a baby giraffe trying to stand for the first time. I had to quickly take her arm to stop her slipping onto her butt.

We walked along arm in arm, and every few paces she would lose her footing and nearly bringing us both down. The snow settled densely over our coats and by the time we reached the hotel we resembled a pair of towship-scavenging polar bears.

We found a place to hang our wet coats. I asked if she wanted a hot drink. Something stronger?

“I’m frozen,” she said. “Is it too early for brandy?”

I order two doubles. The bar was on the third floor. We found a seat by the window with views over the city.

My toes have no feeling,” she said as she removed her boots.

She brought up both feet and tucked them between her haunches and the leather of the bench seating, her stockinged toes peeping out, which she massaged lazily with her fingers as we talked. There was a background murmur of conversations from the other patrons who sat close by, their words indistinct becoming white noise to soothe us. We said little, watched snow fall vertically beyond the glass.

Dreamily she said, “I love it when you can steal time from the world, moments like this when no one can claim you.”

“Yeah, like when you are a kid and it snows and the school bus doesn’t come, so you have to go back home and then you sit and watch it fall.”

We sipped our drink silently looking out.

“Do you want to talk about Martin?” I eventually plucked up the courage to ask.

“Not really,” she said flatly. “But I suppose you being his friend you must be dying to know what happened.”

“How long had he been. . .” I’d nearly said, shagging Emily. I managed to catch my tongue, change it to, “playing away.”

“Greg! I hate that phrase. Playing away makes a treacherous betrayal sound like a team sport — and it isn’t!” Then, in an almost whisper, “It’s heartbreaking.”

Couldn’t I say anything right? I looked into her eyes, thought she might cry.

“How did you find out?”

She seemed to gather herself for the telling. “I got a text one evening before he got home from work. It was intended for her, but the idiot sent it to me.”

“Texting without due care and attention. A capital offence,” I said

She looked at me with intense anger burning in her beautiful large brown eyes. “Do you know what it said, Greg?”

“No. Tell me.”

“It said, ‘Can’t make it tonight, the stupid cow wants me to go to her parents with her. It’s her Mum’s birthday. Love you so much. Can’t wait to get shut of her.'”

“Jeez,” I exhaled. “The bastard.”

“Double-fucking-bastard!”

We sat silently for a moment, again looking out into the night. Beyond the glass, the snow was turning to sleet. I said, “We might be able to make a move in an hour if it turns to rain.”

I saw something new in her expression. A decision made. “You know what you were saying?”

“What was that?”

“About a room.”

“The one we won’t need anymore.” I laughed.

“What if I said that we still do need that room.”

“I’d ask you why.”

“And what if I said that I wanted you to hold me? Could you do that, Greg? Just tonight? All night?”

“I can do that,” I managed to say. But I don’t know how I found the ability to speak the words. The idea of us being together made my mind reel.

She smiled and reached out her hand and touched my cheek. Her eyes were sadder than any I had ever seen, “You’re such a sweet man.”

I went to the reception and learned they only had one room. It was expensive: the Deluxe King, coming in at twice the price of the usual, and four times what I pay at a Travel Lodge. But I did not hesitate when they told me the price. I would have spent ten times the amount to be with Dolce for just one hour.

We did not speak in the lift, stood side by side and watched floors counted down as if we were strangers. She had not bothered to put on her boots; they dangled from her hand. When the lift door opened I stood aside to let her pass.

“Which way?” she asked. And then she saw the plaque with room numbers and arrows and headed off. I followed her without a word.

Our room. Spacious and high above the city, two walls entirely glass. The thickly caked snow was beginning to slide down the panes revealing the blur of the Alanya Manken Escort city’s lights in a haze of twinkling beyond our concern.

The bed was high, the mattress vast. I could not comprehend that we would soon be under its covers.

She came to me and asked me to hold her, rested her head against me as I wrapped her in my arms. I had never embraced intimately a woman who was so tall, and for just a moment I was unsure of myself. It was as if there were too much of her; too much woman, too much curve, an overabundance of softness. For a moment I wondered if I would be inadequate.

The heat of her body carried the scent of her day; her underarm spray, her hair products; cigarettes and fabric conditioner mingling in the fibres of her clothes, and I wondered who it was in her life who smoked. But below those, her person was awash with her female creature pheromones, nature’s essential gift to her sex. When we kissed, my desire for her became primal.

To have the woman I had adored from a distance giving herself to me. . . . Well! It was soul-shaking. I knew the world would never again be the same place it once was. I tied and tied, but the enormity of it was beyond comprehension. I could not believe it was happening.

If she had been any other woman my hands would not have hesitated, but I hardly dared touch her intimately. It was not the fear of rejection that prevented me from undoing the fastener at the side of her skirt or the buttons of her blouse. No. It was the fear that by hurrying to an assured conclusion, I might miss so many things about her. In years to come, I would need to remember, evoke, relive, and cherish everything.

So we just stood pressed together, I do not know for how long for. We did not kiss.

“Do you want another drink — I could call room service?” I finally asked her.

“Wine would be nice. Is there a menu? I’m starving.”

I broke away from her and walked to the dresser. “Here.” I passed her the room service brochure.

She studied the menu for five minutes before saying, “I’m going to have a Club Sandwich. What about you?”

“The same. Wine? “

“Please.”

“Red or white?”

“White.”

I ordered us both a Club Sandwich, the wine too, and we chatted while we waited for room service to arrive. It was as if we were colleagues away at a convention. She told me about her work, and I told her about mine.

“I thought life was perfect,” she said. “I had the most wonderful bloke, a job I loved.”

“You still have your job,” I said.

“My work suffering because of him. I can’t concentrate when I’m at the office.”

I wanted to say something, but I knew that whatever I said to her would be a truism unworthy of her. “It may seem bleak at the moment, but you’re a talented and gorgeous woman. Life will be good for you again one day.”

“Perhaps you’re right. You are right — of course, you are — but at the moment I feel so betrayed. How could he. . .? You’re a man, Greg: how could he have done that to me? What is wrong with your sex?”

I was about to go to her again, but the room service arrived and so I went and answered the door. The waiter wheeled the trolley in and began fussing with the wine bottle. I let him uncork it and then tipped him and walked him hurriedly to the door.

We ate in silence, sipped wine with our food.

When we had finished eating, she said, “I should shower.”

“You don’t have to — not for me,” I said.

“I must. It’s been a long day.”

She stood, began towards the bathroom.

“I’ll join you, then?”

She turned and smiled. “If you like.”

“Can I undress you?”

“I’m not a toddler, Greg. Believe it or not, I’m big enough to fasten my own shoelaces.” She smiled sadly.

“I’d like to, though,”

“It’s been so long since Martin undressed me. We’d just get naked as fast as we could.”

I stood close, reached out and slowly undid each button of her blouse, one after the other. All the while she held my gaze, smiling like a mother allowing her child one last treat before bedtime. When I removed her top, she took it from me and folded it carefully and then reached to her side and placed it on the dresser surface in front of the mirror.

Before I unfastened her bra, I caught her eyes again and saw how they now shone with secret pleasure. Perhaps she sensed how much this meant to me, was starting to realise that such knowledge could give her complete command of me. But if she did sense how utterly in thrall to her I was, she chose not to abuse her power.

I had to take a deep breath when I saw her naked breasts. I purposefully delayed touching them. But, oh man, how I looked and looked, studied their every millimetre. She had enchanting breasts, proportionate to her build, shapely, taut, the aurora pink, her nipples not yet stiff.

I love to undress women, remove their tops and skirts, their tights and panties, but after the glory of her breasts, my excitement was at fever pitch. My fingers fumbled as I struggled with the waistband fastener of her skirt, the impossible small zip that refused to cooperate. When I eventually had them undone, the material of her skirt was reluctant to leave her hips. When I tugged down, the body of her tights came along too. Her skirt fell to the floor, and she stooped and retrieve it, folded just as she had her blouse.

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My sister was always one of the prettiest girls I knew, and as we got older her beauty only grew greater. By the time I was college age she was the out on her own with a job and her own apartment. I had long since had the hots for her, and she knew it. Many times she’d remind me that we weren’t going “there” and our relationship stayed the course. I never introduced her to any guys, not that she needed any introductions or help in attracting guys, but she would introduce me to girls that she had met or worked with. I never really had any problem getting dates or anything, but still enjoyed her bringing new women into my acquaintance.

This story happened back in those college years of mine and I’d made the 3 hour trip from campus to her apartment for the weekend. She lived in a two bedroom flat but had a roommate who was dating a huge dude with serious issues over me staying overnight there in the apartment. I hadn’t known this before arriving at Karen’s apartment and was sitting there on her couch pondering where I might crash that night when a work mate of Karen’s came to the door. I’d not met Macy though I had heard Karen speak of her, and she didn’t look anything like the mental image I had of her from the casual mention of her during conversations with my sister.

Karen was still back in her bedroom getting dressed for a date she had that evening so I let Macy in and introduced myself to her. She’d brought over a blouse or something for Karen to wear and excused herself back to Karen’s bedroom while I went for a cold beer in the fridge. Now Macy wasn’t a bad looking girl at all, just not the type I’d normally been attracted to. I suppose she was a bit of the girl next door that no one ever dated, and never was named “best looking” or “best dressed” or any of those things in high school. Not bad looking mind you, just sort of plain I suppose. An extra pound or two here and there, but mostly in the right heres’ and theres’ I was thinking.

About the time I was settling back down on the couch and beginning to think of what the heck I was going to do that evening, I mean after all I’d driven down to see Karen on a surprise visit not checking as to whether she’d even be there, Macy came back out and plopped down on the other end of the couch. She’d turned sideways so that she faced me and had one leg up on the couch and bent under her other leg. Before I could utter a word Macy started the conversation by ragging me on my situation. It was all in jest, and the smile she beamed and the infectious charm in her voice were in stark contrast to what I was expecting. The banter bounced back and forth with lightening speed and I really had to keep on my toes to keep up with her wit. She was only there to bring the item that Karen wanted to borrow and I could tell she had something else or somewhere else to go, so I wasn’t surprised when she began to rise to leave.

“So, what time you picking me up tonight?”

“What? Huh? Ah, picking you up? Um, well I guess around 7 if that’s OK.” I was stumbling for sure, and had never been asked for a date like that, or any way for that matter.

“Seven is fine. I live in unit 1326B, just around the corner. Bye, Karen.”

With that Macy was out the door. I just sat there thinking about what had just happened and whether it was real or not when Karen came out of her room. She was stunning as usual. Karen is worlds different from Macy in so many ways, and I suppose that’s what made them friends. Karen never won any beauty awards, but is strikingly handsome. Her skin is creamy and smooth, her hair almost coal black and her sparkling blue eyes glow and twinkle. She’s tall but proportioned very well. She was leaving in a few minutes so I asked if I could stay long enough to shower and change, then told her of the backwards date invitation with Macy. Karen only laughed then reminded me to be out before her roommate and boyfriend returned to avoid a confrontation.

At 7 o’clock sharp I rang the bell on Macy’s apartment. When the door opened I almost didn’t recognize the woman standing there. Her auburn hair was silky and flowing in some undetectable breeze like you see in the hair shampoo commercials on TV, and her clothes, though still a bit eclectic, were most flattering to her figure. A figure well disguised by the baggy jeans and sweatshirts of the afternoon. Her makeup was just enough to bring out her green eyes that shown in the late day twilight, catching me there unable to move or speak. Finally, after who knows how long, Macy said something that I never comprehended, reached out her hand, and led me into her apartment.

The living room was pure ’70’s. Alanya Masaj Salonu There were tie-dyed curtains, bean bag chairs, shag carpet, beads hanging in the doorways, candles everywhere, black light posters on the walls, and of course there was incense burning. Macy excused herself to grab a few things and I drank in the ambience of the room, like stepping back in time. There was a stereo on shelving made of cement blocks and planks, a vintage stereo and an awesome collection of vinyl albums. There wasn’t a CD in site. Guess the age of digital music hadn’t graced Macy’s threshold yet.

In a few moments she stepped through the beads and declared it was time to go.

“Where we going, Sparkle?” She grinned at the nickname I had just laid on her.

“Well, there’s a little hole-in-the-wall pub not far from here that I like. I thought we’d grab a few beers and a pizza. That okay?”

“Fine by me.” So, we were out the door. Normally I’d be riding my Harley but this weekend had a forecast for serious rain storms so I’d opted to drive my old truck. Actually, the truck fit right in with Macy and her décor. It to is vintage 70’s and more of a work truck than the luxury rides sold today. I unlocked the passenger door and opened it for Macy, then closed it behind her once she’d climbed in. No electric door locks here. Before I got around to the driver’s side I heard the door unlock and as I swung it open to hop in I spied Macy sitting there snug to the driver’s side with an incredibly sexy smile on her face. I love those old trucks with the bench seat. And with the 3-on-a-tree manual shift there’s always excuse to rest your arm around the lady. This might be fun.

“There’s no AC so it might get a bit muggy tonight if it rains.”

“No air conditioning?

“Just 2-60.”

“What’s 2-60?”

“Two windows and 60 miles per hour. The old fashioned air conditioning. The heater isn’t so hot either, so in the winter I have to use the Armstrong heater for my lady passengers.”

“Oh, let me guess, Mr. Macho. A strong arm wrapped around the frail lady?”

“You got it. Let me know if you feel a chill.” Another of those grins. And a fine one too.

It didn’t take too long to get to the pub and it was a hole-in-the-wall for sure. I’d ridden by it many times and never took notice, and really thought it was out of business. Turns out that nearly everyone parks around back, so we did to. We walked around the front door with me ribbing her about her favorite place being deserted, but when we entered the front door it was like stepping into a Southern small town version of Cheers. I got the feeling that Macy knew just about everyone in the place, and the bartender who appeared to also be the owner greeted her by name and asked if she wanted her usual. A pitcher and two mugs were ordered and we found “her” booth near the rear of the place, which was fine. The jukebox music wasn’t quite as loud, most of the loud talking and belly laughter was up front, and we could actually hear each other talk back here. Two frosted mugs and a frosted pitcher showed up and the bartender asked what we wanted on our pizza. By then I felt like this must have been Macy’s only place, and quite often at that.

As the evening wore on we were treated to freshly frosted mugs before we could refill the prior one, and the pizza was actually excellent. Macy was a hoot, with my ribs hurting from laughing so hard that I knew I’d be sore in the morning. Another thing I noticed was that Macy was matching my mugs of beer one for one. This was a bit surprising seeing as how I could down a good bit of beer without getting in too bad of shape. She apparently could too.

After the pizza we tried out the pool table, foosball table and pinball. Macy whipped me soundly at all three. Granted I’m not a whiz at any of those games, but I can usually hold my own against a woman in most of them. Not tonight. All the while Macy kept flashing that super sexy smile to me, and I came to admire her more and more as the night grew later. Her sense of humor was unending, her smile infectious, her eyes entrancing, and her wit consuming. On top of all that, she had let a button or two of her blouse come undone during the evening and the view of her breasts heaved up in a deep cleavage had me stirring below. As she bent over the pool table to take the long shots I found the view from the rear to be equally as stirring. This was one hot lady, for sure.

Long before we were to leave the pub I had to slow way down on my drinking, knowing I had to drive us home or call a cab, and I could tell that I was approaching Alanya Masöz Escort the point of having to call a cab. Macy sensed my slowdown and she too slowed her pace.

Macy finished off her beer then said “I think it’s about time we left, don’t you?” Again that smile.

“Yep. I guess we better.” I rose and stood for her to slip from her side of the booth. We’d not gotten a check so I went to pay the bartender as Macy went to the ladies room. I hit the men’s room after paying, then Macy showed me a way out the back. Good thing too because it was raining cats and dogs. It wasn’t far to the truck, but as I ran to unlock and open her door then ran to my own door, I got soaked. Macy had stayed under the cover of the doorway until I had her door open but she too got nearly as wet as I did. I didn’t care a bit though. Having her by my side there on the ride back to her apartment felt great. It wasn’t until then that I realized that I’d not yet secured a place to crash that night, but there was no way I was going to let that slip out. Macy was my sister’s best friend now and I couldn’t do anything to screw that up, including getting involved with this dynamite woman. A night of laughs and shared pizza was one thing. Getting into a relationship was another and I didn’t want any of the complications that might bring between Macy and Karen.

There weren’t any parking space close to Macy’s apartment door, but thankfully I belatedly remembered that I had an umbrella under the seat. I parked the truck, pulled out the umbrella and told Macy I’d walk her to her door.

“What’s that thing for?”

“Well, usually civilized folks use one of these to keep the rain off of them while they walk.”

“Oh, so you’re assuming that one or both of us is civilized, and that we even need that contraption given that we’re already soaked?” Good point, on both counts.

“Fine.” I folded the umbrella and stuck it back under the seat, stepped out and held the door for her as she slid across the drivers’ side. I grabbed her hand as an automatic reaction and we ran for her door. It surprised me as we ran, for my grabbing her hand was the first actually touching we had experienced.

When we got to her doorway and the shelter of the roof overhang, I let go of her hand and was about to say something about enjoying the evening when I was caught completely off guard. Macy threw her arms around my neck, pulled herself into my body and simultaneously pressed her lips to mine in a deeply passionate kiss that lasted for what felt like minutes though it was undoubtedly much less. When our lips parted she opened her eyes as I did mine, looked deeply into my eyes with those beautiful green eyes of hers.

“Come in with me.” The voice that had been light and energetic was lower, sexier, seductive. I was powerless to comment, much less resist.

Inside she went about lighting candles and incense, turning on lava lamps and blacklights, turned on the stereo and put on some soft music from way back. She then slipped through the beads and was gone for a minute or so before coming back with a towel and some clothes.

“Here, you can dry off and change into these. It’s a pair of gym shorts and a sweatshirt that I’m sure are large enough for you. I’ll be changing in my room and back in a jiffy, so don’t delay.” With that she disappeared back behind the beads and I started peeling off wet clothes. I dried off and put on the clothes she’d brought, but though the shorts fit OK the sweatshirt was really way too small for me and I couldn’t even get it on over my shoulders and chest. I felt sort of odd standing there in gym shorts only, so I draped the towel around my shoulders.

Macy returned and started giggling as soon as she caught sight of me. I wasn’t giggling at her sight though. She was wearing a shorty nightgown and was barefoot. The gown was just long enough to cover her ass and shear enough that I could tell she was wearing a thong. But what riveted my eyes were the large areolas and the erect nipples standing out from her ample bosoms, all very evident through the shear gown.

“Hey, you never seen a guy in gym shorts before?”

“Yeah, just not one in pink gym shorts with white lace, and a towel around their shoulders with fluffed up hair like that!” I turned to look in the mirror on the wall behind me and sure enough my hair was all standing up from when I’d tried to dry it with the towel, and in the darkened room I really hadn’t noticed the color and styling of the shorts. It was kind of funny.

“Well maybe you won’t laugh at this!” I laughingly shouted as I rolled the towel Alanya Öğrenci Escort into a rat tail whip and feigned chasing her around the room. Macy was laughing, and pleading, and those tits were bouncing and that ass shining, and I reversed directions on her and caught her. My arms gathered about her waist and drew her close to me as her face turned upwards to face mine. Just as I was about to kiss her Macy surprised me again.

“I’ve got just what you need. I’ll be right back.” Man, did she have that pegged right. She quickly turned and disappeared through the beads and I could hear her in the kitchen. When she emerged she had a bottle and two shot glasses.

“Here, you need a shot of this. It’s good stuff.” With that she poured two shots for us from the bottle.

“What is this?” I asked. It looked like golden tequila and smelled like it but the bottle was unfamiliar to me.

“It’s good, just drink it.”

So I did. She was right. It was smooth and warm, some sort of tequila for sure but different from any I’d ever had before. I turned back to her and held my arms out but Macy just grabbed my hands and started a dance around the room. About every two rounds she’d stop at the table, grab the bottle and fill the shot glass. I hadn’t noticed that only my glass was being emptied and refilled, and after a number of these my feet felt like lead and my legs like rubber.

“Macy, sorry baby but I’ve got to lie down. I’m so sleepy I can hardly stand up.” I suddenly felt sleepy and embarrassed, but mostly sleepy. The booze was hitting me harder than I had expected. Macy guided me to a couch and told me to lie there, then brought me a blanket. I remember doing exactly as she suggested with no resistance, and that it really felt good to lie down. I don’t even remember her covering me up, leaving the room or anything once my head hit the cushion.

Sometime later, and I don’t know if it was minutes or hours later, I sort of woke up but just enough that I didn’t know if it was a dream or real. I was lying on my back and what woke me was the supremely pleasurable feeling of someone giving me a masterful blowjob. I was in a fog, the room was pitch dark, and the awareness only lasted a moment and I was back out.

The next morning I woke early, or so it seemed. It was daylight outside and appeared to be late morning. When I tossed the blanket back it realized that I was nude. The gym shorts were gone and nowhere in sight. My clothes were dry, folded and laying on the floor beside the couch. There was also a note on top the clothes.

“Hope you enjoyed your nap, sleepyhead. I’ve gone to visit my family out of town, so take your time around here. Just lock the door on your way out. See you around. M.” That was the note. After getting dressed I turned the note over and scribbled something back about having a good time and being sorry for zonking out like that. Actually, I was a bit relieved I had zonked out before things got too far along. Didn’t want to complicate things between Karen and her friend, you know. But it bugged me a little that the shorts were gone and that I really did feel like I’d had a blowjob, or two. Still, it was fun evening and Macy was a hoot to be with, but now I was dressed and wanted to get out of there. It felt weird being there alone.

When I got back around to Karen’s apartment I dreaded facing her. She would want to know how my evening had been, where I’d stayed and all the other stuff an older sister would want to know and ask. I really didn’t want to get into it and tell her the last half of the story, but knew I better, rather than have her hear it from Macy. Geez, I hope Macy hadn’t called her earlier that morning and told her already. So, sheepishly I knocked on Karen’s door and went in.

Surprisingly, Karen seemed pleased that the pub time with Macy had gone so well, and laughed about the bit in the rain. When I told her I had overindulged in the tequila and literally passed out there on Macy’s couch, Karen seemed accepting and nonchalant about it. I was surprised, but maybe that sort of thing isn’t new to Macy’s world though it certainly was to mine. I didn’t mention the blowjob sensation or waking up nude, and it struck me that she had asked if I had slept well.

Karen and I spent the day together and it was great, but I had to leave to return to my place. We said our goodbyes and she asked me when I would be able to return.

“I want you to come here soon, okay?”

“I’ll be back soon, I promise. In fact, I’ve applied for a job here in town and might be back for good. I’ll keep you posted.” With that we shared a sibling hug and kiss on the cheek, and I got in my truck for the three hour ride back to my place.

Several things hung around in my mind on the ride back. The shorts. Macy not taking any shots. My sister asking me to come there soon. The blowjob sensation that was all too real. One thing for sure, I had to get back soon.

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“Excuse me.”

His voice sent a shiver coursing through me that only intensified at the feel of his body brushing against mine. Gawd, just looking at Dr. Davidson sometimes made me blush. I was beginning to think that continuing as his lab assistant was a bad idea. It couldn’t possibly be healthy to walk around this aroused all the time.

From the corner of my eye, I tracked his movements around the lab. Every second was heightening my arousal. I could almost feel his hands on me, hear his voice go husky with passion. I knew I was being ridiculous, but I couldn’t seem to think of anything else.

“Elizabeth? Are you ok?”

Jerked back to reality. A blush was working its way up my neck and I was suddenly trying very hard not to giggle. “Ye-Yes, Dr. Davidson, I’m fine. Did you need something?”

“Actually, yes. I need to see you in my office tomorrow afternoon. Two o’clock?”

“Ummm… yeah, that will be fine. Should I bring my lab reports?”

He seemed distracted as he answered. “Yeah, that’s fine. Sounds good.”

My eyes were glued to his ass as he left the lab. A moan was caught in my throat. A meeting with him in his office? Why?

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The following morning, I agonized over what to wear, and then decided I was being silly. This was my professor I was thinking about. A PhD… not some grad student with a hard-on. I was probably being called into his office to be removed from the project. I sighed and slipped on my jeans and button down shirt. Both were beat up and rather threadbare, but they were clean, and that was all I usually cared about. Today, I took another look in the mirror and sighed again. ‘No way he wants anything from you except your withdrawal from the program.’

By the time two o’clock rolled around, I was so nervous, I didn’t think I’d make it to the appointment. I’d fantasized about Dr. Davidson all day long. I’d actually locked myself in a bathroom stall and masturbated this morning with thoughts of him assaulting my senses. On the other hand, I just knew he was giving me the boot, and I was going to have to figure out how to get my Master’s without the lab work I needed.

I knocked on his office door, and took a deep breath.

“Yes?” He sounded slightly irritated… maybe distracted. I hoped it wasn’t directed at me.

“Dr. Davidson? We had a two o’clock? I brought those lab reports.”

“Yes. Have a seat.”

Sitting down in a burgundy velvet chair, I crossed my legs. Uncrossed them. Sat my books and reports on my lap. Leaned down and placed them on the floor by my feet. Crossed and uncrossed my legs again. Looked up at Dr. Davidson and blushed. He was watching me, a slight smile on his face.

“Are you ok, Elizabeth?”

I blushed. Deep red. The heat moving up my neck and onto my cheeks. I glanced away. Took a deep breath. Looked back. “Yes. Just nervous, I guess. I’m… not sure why you wanted to meet with me outside the lab.”

He smiled. Did he blush? “I wanted to talk to you. You’ve seemed… distracted lately. As if something is bothering you. Is everything going ok? I know you need this lab, but I don’t think you’re giving it everything you can.”

Half Alanya Esmer Escort of my brain was screaming at me to say something, anything to keep this position as lab assistant. The other half was just listening to the rhythm of his voice. Watching his mouth move. Noticing how his fingers moved as he played with a pen on his desk. I knew it was ridiculous, but I could feel myself getting wet. My hand was absently plucking at the loose strings surrounding a hole in the thigh of my jeans. A nervous habit, that right now was making me even more aware of my body. Apparently, it was having the same effect on him, because his eyes were glued to my hand. His awareness intensified my arousal. I could feel the crotch of my jeans getting damp.

“Dr Davidson, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been distracted, and I’ll make more of an effort. Really. But I have to go. Now.” I bent to gather my books and make my escape at the same time he dropped his pen and bent to pick it up. Our heads bumped and I almost laughed at the cliché. As it was, I giggled nervously, and sat up. My books were clasped to my chest, hopefully muffling the sound of my heart pounding.

Dr. Davidson looked up slowly. “Are you ok?” He chuckled. “I seem to be asking you that a lot lately, Elizabeth.”

“Yes. I just need to… go. I need to go.”

“No.” It was said so softly, I could barely hear it, but it sent shivers up my spine.

“What? Why?”

“Because I asked you here for a reason.” He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes met mine, and I could see the lust, the uncertainty in them. He blushed then, and looked away. As if he knew what I’d seen.

I put my hand on his shoulder. He tensed and turned back toward me. The uncertainty was still there on his face, but it was fading. Losing the battle with desire.

He reached up and took my hand from his shoulder. His thumb ran over the back of my hand, making me shiver. His eyes locked on mine. My stomach flipped over again, went liquid. He stood, looking down at me. “If you’re going to leave, do it now.”

When I didn’t answer, or move, he smiled. Reaching for my books, his hand brushed against my breast and I moaned. I was tingling from head to toe. He sat the books on his desk and pulled me out of the chair.

Standing inches away from him, I could feel the heat from his body. It was nothing compared to the heat in his eyes. His hands on my shoulders were searing, causing reactions all the way to my toes. He bent his head to mine, and when our lips touched, I melted.

Lips parting, tongues sliding together. His hands moving from my shoulders to my neck. Tangling in my hair. Tilting my head for more complete access to my mouth. His cock hardening and throbbing between us.

His mouth moved down my neck, following his hands as he unbuttoned my shirt. My knees went weak. My hips moved involuntarily against his. His teeth on my collarbone sent shivers through me as he pushed my shirt off my shoulders. It hung to the floor, still tucked into my jeans. He cupped my breasts in his hands, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my bra.

My hands Alanya Eve Gelen Escort went between us, one stroking his cock, his jeans a barrier to actual contact with his flesh. The other moved over his chest, feeling his nipples harden as the flannel abraded them. Groaning, he reached behind me and unclasped my bra, dropping it to the floor. Lowering his head once more, he hungrily kissed my breasts.

The need to feel his skin was almost a hunger. I unfastened his jeans and pushed them down. His jockeys soon followed. His moan echoed in my ears when I wrapped my hand around his hardness. Slowly stroking as it pulsed and throbbed. My hand moved from the base of his cock to the tip, gliding over the head, and back down. Spreading his juices, making his cock slick.

His teeth closed over one nipple as his hands unfastened my jeans. He softly shook his head, abrading my skin with his whiskers, pushing my jeans to the floor. My shirt pooled there too. One of his hands slipped around my waist and down to cup my ass. With the other, he gently parted my thighs. Fingers slipping softly between my pussy lips, and sliding across my hard, throbbing clit. He groaned, burying his face between my breasts, and going completely still. Except for his fingers, exploring deeper, moving over my pussy, sliding inside, teasing me.

My hand stilled on his cock, my body nearly overwhelmed with the sensations he was causing throughout my body. My hips grinding against his hand. I moaned when he took his hand away. He lifted his head from my breasts, looking into my eyes as he licked each finger clean. I closed my eyes, and he leaned down to kiss me, sharing the taste of me on his tongue. My knees nearly buckled.

Gently, he pushed down on my shoulders, easing me back into the velvet chair. The soft fabric against my bottom was more arousing than I would have thought possible. I shifted my hips, enjoying the feel.

He sank to his knees before me, his hands on my thighs, spreading, then lifting them. He placed my knees over the arms of the chair, and sat back on his heels, simply looking at me. I blushed furiously, and tried to close my legs. He stopped me with a soft shake of his head. “I want to watch you.” It was whispered, barely audible, but the desire was thick in his voice.

I groaned, and watched his face as my hand slid down to my pussy. My fingers trailed slowly across the lips, sliding alongside, but not touching my clit. I smiled when he licked his lips. Shifting my hips forward, lifting them slightly, I dropped my head back and closed my eyes. Concentrating on pleasuring myself. My fingers teased and plucked and pinched lightly at my lips and clit. The juices making the hairless skin feel slick and silky. The heat a pulsing fever spreading through my body.

I felt his hands on my ass at almost the same time his tongue touched my wet fingers. He sucked them into his mouth, grazing them lightly with his teeth as he cleaned my juices from them. He lifted my hips, releasing my fingers and lowering his head to my soaked pussy. My fingers tangled in his hair as he used his tongue and teeth and lips to drive me Alanya Evi Olan Escort hard and fast toward oblivion.

My thighs tightened around his head, my knees falling to his shoulders. I pulled him closer with my hands, and ground against his mouth. I felt like I was flying and falling at the same time. His moans, my whimpers, and the wet sounds of his mouth on my flesh mingled with the smell of sex in the room.

One of his hands slid back, his finger circling the entrance to my ass. My body tensed in anticipation, but he simply kept up the teasing. Caught in the sensation, my body moved against him, my hips matching the rhythm of his mouth. My pussy flexing around his plunging tongue.

Just when I thought I couldn’t be pushed any higher, his finger pressed into my ass. Nearly all the way in one thrust. I nearly screamed, my teeth drawing blood as they clamped down on my bottom lip. My hips jerked hard and I came with an intensity I didn’t know was possible.

He continued his oral assault, sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. His finger moving in and out of my ass in a slow, easy rhythm. He closed his teeth around my clit, sucking hard until I thought I would die. It seemed like my orgasm would never end. The cum was running in a stream down toward my ass, lubing his finger each time it withdrew.

With a gasping moan, he withdrew his finger, grasping my hips and pulling me to him. He buried his face in my pussy and drove me ruthlessly to another orgasm. His tongue plunging in and out of me, his teeth pressing on my clit, making me feel like I might explode. I screamed silently and ground my hips hard against the onslaught.

He lifted his head and stared at me, panting, his face coated in my juices. He growled, “Can’t get enough.”, and pulled me to the floor with him. He rolled with me, stopping with my belly pressed to the floor, his chest against my back, his throbbing cock nestled insistently between my thighs.

Lifting my hips slightly, he thrust into me in one swift, hard movement. Filling me, and slaking a hunger to have him inside of me that I only realized existed at that moment. He pulled me roughly against him, burying himself as deep as he could, and then began thrusting hard and fast. My breasts were pressed into the carpet, and the friction against the aroused flesh of my nipples was driving me mad.

Whimpering and groaning, I raised myself to my hands and knees. He pressed forcefully down on my lower back, and continued pounding into me. I looked back over my shoulder, and watched him as he fucked me. He was looking up, his eyes closed, jaw clenched, and sweat running down his throat. His fingers were digging into my hips, the flesh white around his fingertips. He was thrusting into me with such force I was rocking forward with every movement.

I felt his cock swell within me, throbbing and pulsing. I heard his teeth grind together, felt his body stiffen behind me, and came again as he erupted into me. My pussy spasmed around his cock, milking it for every drop of cum. Both of our bodies seemed to be on autopilot, still moving against each other as we panted.

I stretched back out under him, and he lay against my back, his face buried in my neck, his cock still pulsing within me. He was murmuring something, but I couldn’t make out the words. Just the sound of his voice was soothing. Eventually, he rolled to the side, pulling me with him, and we curled together, completely spent.

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Before I start, let me say that my sister in law, we will call her Amber, has never spent very much time talking with me. I am fifteen years older than her and I didn’t think we had much in common. We would make small talk and every so often she would talk to me about sports and that was it. She wasn’t rude but never went out of her way to try to get to know me as I had first tried with her. She is a cute girl, with long hair and a great body with huge tits. Here is how I found out about her body.

For the first two years I knew her, I never saw her in anything other than a big sweater or very large t-shirt. I just thought she really didn’t care about what she looked like until one day in the summer when I was in the pool. Amber came up on the deck and asked how the water was. I told her it was great. That’s when my opinion of her changed very quickly.

She took off her shorts revealing some long attractive legs and then she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head and my heart skipped a beat. She had on a very plain one piece swim suit but contained in it was the biggest pair of tits I had ever seen on a girl her size. They were easily DD if not bigger. I could not stop staring at her. She got in the pool and started swimming around and I tried to think of something else.

About ten minutes after she started swimming around she came over to shallow side of the pool where I was leaning against the wall drinking a beer. She didn’t stand all the way up but she was kind of crouched down just enough for her tits to be right above the water line. Amber then just started talking to me like we were old friends. She was joking and talking about sports with me and then she asked for a beer. I told her they were on the deck in the cooler. She swam away and got two beers and brought them back. She handed one to me and kept one for herself.

I opened mine and took a drink and watched her struggle with the cap. All the while, I was really watching her big tits being squeezed together as she struggled. Finally she gave up and asked me to open it. I jokingly asked what’s in it for me and to my great surprise Amber responded that I already had been rewarded enough because she knew I was staring at her tits the entire time she was trying to open the beer. We both laughed and that was it that day as my wife and brother in law then joined us in the pool.

About two weeks later my wife came outside and told me her brother and Amber were coming over and I said OK. This time I was cleaning the pool. When they arrived I spoke to my brother in law for about ten minutes as Amber went in the house with my wife. Then out came Amber wrapped in a towel and Alanya Fetiş Escort my brother in law went in the house.

Amber and I started talking and she asked if I minded if she floated around on a raft while I cleaned the pool. Of course I said OK and this time I was smarter, I had on sunglasses so she wouldn’t know I was staring at her tits. What I was not prepared for was what happened when she took off the towel. She had bought a new swim suit that was nothing like the plain one from a couple weeks ago.

As she got in the pool and got on her raft she asked if I liked her new suit and I laughed and told her it was great but she might not want to make any sudden movements because she might give a show she didn’t want to give. The suit was still a one piece but it was cut higher on the thigh and had a very deep v-neck design that showed a lot of cleavage. She laughed at me and called me a perv. I kept cleaning the pool and Amber floated around adding to her already great tan. My wife and her brother came out and asked if we would mind if they ran over to their parents house as they had just spoke with them and they needed some help with something. We asked if they needed help and they said no so we told them we would see them when they got back.

As I finished cleaning the pool Amber got off the raft to help me put away the equipment. She was handing me stuff and I was fumbling with it and she laughed and told me this would go quicker if I stopped staring at her tits and just put the things away. I laughed and told her to be quiet and give me the things.

When I got back in the pool Amber was swimming around and I sat on the steps in water up to my mid chest. She swam over to me and we started talking and again she mentioned her new suit and kind of modeled it a little and I laughed again and told her she better not jump around too much in it or she was going to give a show she might not want too. She laughed and looked and me and started bouncing up and down in the water and as she did so, her big tits were bouncing too.

I made no effort to look at anything except her tits. She did this for about thirty seconds and when she stopped she laughed because she noticed me look up at her face instead of her tits. She walked toward the steps and looked down and told me that I was wrong, the suit held them in. I laughed and said barely. Obviously she hadn’t noticed or didn’t care but both of her tits were almost falling out and one was clearly just barely container her nipple. I pointed this out and laughed and she started fixing them. I told her not to fix them because of me. She then sat down on the stairs next to me and continued Alanya Gecelik Escort repositioning them and I had the perfect view.

She pulled the shoulder straps off to the side of each arm a little and I watched and she worked them back down in the suit and just as she was done she looked at me and laughed and asked if I had been watching the entire time and my response was of course and I told her there was no way I was missing that. We both laughed and it was at that moment I knew things had really changed. She didn’t pull the straps all the way back up on her shoulders and she started talking to me about all kinds of stuff we had never even spoken about.

We each had a couple of beers and continued talking and joking around and splashed each other and then the next change happened. I was kind of floating around on my back and we were talking and she dunked me under the water. I came up laughing and told her she was in trouble now and that she had seen what I do to my wife when she dunks me and fights with me in the pool. Amber just laughed.

I swam toward her and she tried to get away but I caught her soon enough and got her from behind. I should say that I am a very good swimmer and Amber is not. When my wife and I do this I usually grab her from behind and pull her under and we kind of wrestle around some and then I bring her back up and do it again. So I pull Amber under the same way I do with my wife. She starts struggling and fighting with me and I bring her up and we are laughing and still playing around. Well the one thing neither of us thought about were the straps that were now even lower and her tits were half out.

As I am holding her we both realize her tits are almost completely out. I have her arms wrapped up and we are still playing around but I turn her around and let her go so she can cover up. Much to my surprise instead of covering up, she now comes toward me and grabs me and tries to dunk me again. She is laughing the entire time and so am I. I grabbed he and pulled her under with me and we come back up and we are bout a foot apart. That last dunk was all it took to completely free her tits.

As we are standing there I am staring right at her tits and she looks down and said well I guess you were right about this suit and starts laughing. She is still making no attempt to cover up and I figure I would press it a little further to see what happens. I move toward her and she reaches out to push me away just like we had been doing a few minutes before but I am too fast and in a few seconds I am behind her with my arms wrapped around her and we are playing around except now I am not holding her Alanya Genç Escort by her arms, I have my arms around her body and my hands on her tits. We are laughing but I know she is getting into it because her nipples are rock hard and they are huge. What is even more obvious is that I am enjoying it because my cock is hard and keeps rubbing against her ass.

I am no longer even playing like I am fighting with her now, I just have as much of each of her tits in my hands as I can hold and she is grinding her ass against my cock. I move us back over toward the steps and I sit down with her on top of me. It is at this point I figure I should say something and I ask her what we should do about this and she said she didn’t know but she didn’t want me to stop. So I kept playing with her big tits and much to my surprise I feel a hand reaching back and she is now rubbing my cock through my suit. I am not a big guy so I will not say she is amazed by my length but I am rather thick and she just keeps rubbing and rubbing my cock. After a few more minutes of this I can’t take it anymore.

I reach down and un-tie my suit and push it down so my cock springs out. I grab her arms and turn her around and she looks down at my cock and grabs it again and I grab her big tits again. She surprises me at this point and pushes me up the steps so my cock is out of the water. She continues to stroke it and I keep playing with her tits for a few more minutes. Then the ultimate surprise, I am looking at her and she smiles at me and lowers her head down to my cock and takes it in her mouth. She is giving me an amazing blow job and all I keep thinking is how much I don’t want it to end. She continues sucking my cock and looking up at me and jerking me off too.

After what felt like an hour but I know was only about five minutes I tell her that I am going to cum and she lifts herself up and starts jerking me off with her tits right in front of my cock. After a few more strokes I start to cum. The first shot goes just to the right of her face and lands in the pool with some on her should and then the next shot gets her from her cheek all the way down to her tits. The next few shots all land on her tits and she is still pumping my cock like she wants more.

Finally she stops and we look at each other and both laugh. I told her that she has to wear that suit more often. She laughs and backs away and grabs a towel off the deck and wipes most of the cum off her tits and face. She then goes under water and rinses any more off and comes up right back in front of me. My cock is now laying down and there is a small puddle of cum on my stomach which she washes away. I drop down a couple of steps and pull my suit up and tie it and she puts her big tits back in her suit and pulls the straps up.

We both look at each other and she leans in and gives me an incredible kiss and says if we can keep this a secret we can have more fun. I smile and tell her I can keep a secret.

More to come.

Exotic Taste Pt. 01: Tease

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I’m doing my books by Universe now because I want to do crossover events in stories. In other words if you see “this book takes place in **** universe, then it’s in the same world as another story with that tag above it. There will be 3 main universes:

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Stories with “Standalone” at the top take place in their own universe outside of the 3 just mentioned. That said, The Snow White Series and this story right here take place in the Erotiska Universe. Enjoy the read.

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Ever since Kieran moved in, I’d always thought he was a handsome man. Twenty-two years old, and exotic. A fresh import from Sweden, he was as Scandinavian as they come. He even drove a Volvo. The new 2018 V60 Polestar. And yet, he lit a fire in me. Seeing him every morning shirtless made me just want to give in to the most animalistic of instincts. To just lunge at him and demand he take me. Or try and take him. Yet being a shy snow bunny from Oklahoma, my true self wasn’t as bold as my thoughts though. I would watch his chest move as he breathed, every ripped ab slowly swaying as he’d dance to whatever tune was in his head while brushing his teeth. The way he brushed back his brownish, almost auburn hair was captivating. And the way his blue eyes would land on me, watching him in the doorway, made me freeze. But it was his voice that made me lose myself.

“Need the bathroom, Erika?” This was a daily routine now and his voice still captivated me. It was like magic, a spell you can’t break. I closed my eyes and imagined him walking up to me. Kissing my neck, grabbing me… “Erika?” His enchanted voice snapped me out of the spell it put me in. “Ye…yes Ki…Kieran?” He giggled before putting a hand on my forehead. “You feel fine but if you’re not feeling well, tell me. Also, you always watch me at the door, if you need just asked?” He said that with the most innocent, yet seductive smile, his voice doing nothing but add more blush to my cheeks and a tingle between my thighs. This was dangerous.

“I’m alright Kieran.” I somehow managed to get the words out before brushing past him, his scent sparking arousal Alanya Anal Escort in me to my very core. Everything about him made me want to give in to my most base instincts. But the fear he’d turn me down superseded my lust. “If you say so.” He winked at me, before leaving the bathroom. I would love nothing more than for Kieran to take me. But he was calm gentle, caring. And throwing aside all the carnal, slutty feelings I had for him, there was some love there. It was undoubtedly love at first sight, at least for me. I wasn’t sure how to get Kieran to notice either as a lover or a slut but, I had to do something because I was drowning in my storm of emotions.

I really knew I needed to do something about my feelings after yesterday. I had come home from work after an all-nighter in the middle of the day. Being an accountant is hard work you know. Anyway, I walked towards my sofa, striping items of clothing until I was in nothing but a bra and panties, and flopped on the couch. I was dead to the world immediately. But my mind refused to rest and took me into my deepest fantasy.

I had a very naughty daydream… it had corrupted my sleep. Normally, my sleep was my safe haven from my feelings that haunted my thoughts more and more daily. But that no longer seemed to be the case. The dream started off normal enough.

I was doing the dishes when I heard him come in through the door. He didn’t say anything but I felt him come up behind me and he kissed my weak spot, the curve of my neck. A husky “Fuck” slips out with a moan as he continued. Kissing my neck as he grabbed my hips, he yanked me against him to feel his hard cock. His lips moved slowly and tenderly across my neck, while his fingers moved roughly and with haste. They found their way to my skirt as he violently pulled it up, my plump ass was barred, barely covered by pink lacey panties. I felt his moan against my skin as much as I heard it when he sees them.

I heard his zipper get scraped down as he pulled it out of his way before he lost that tiny thread of control he had and shoved me full with his hard cock. He was having no mercy on my pussy, not stopping till his hips slammed into my ass, his cock buried deep in my womb.

I gasped and tried to go to my tiptoes. He was long, thick and very demanding this afternoon. The more I tried to raise up, the harder his palm pushed against my lower back. I got even wetter realizing he plan was to hold me still as fucks me as hard and as slowly as he pleased. Today was about him taking what he wanted.

I continued to get wetter, as no matter how many times I pushed up, or tried to move, he didn’t let me. I started to beg him to fuck me harder. I could hear my own begging and it made me wetter. He started to whisper in my ear how good my wet pussy felt. How he wanted to spank my naughty ass for being such a tease. For not listening to him. But his next words just about made me cum all over his hard cock. “Now baby” he whispered right in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you hard. So hard, that any time you move, all you will be able to think about will be my cock fucking this wet pussy.” He paused for a moment Alanya Çıtır Escort to show me, fucking me hard enough to take me off my feet. All I could do is grip the edge of the sink and pray that it never ended. I started begging again, in time with his thrusts. I felt his hand leave my lower back and he used it to cover my lips. He leaned in again to tell me, “Now be a good girl and promise me that you will be quiet as you can.” He never gave me a chance to answer. He picked up fucking me as hard as he could, all the while whispering in my ear how hot it was to watch me while he fucked me. My teeth sunk into my dish rag. I had to stifle my moans. The neighbors couldn’t hear that I was Kieran’s cock slut. I loved this cock. He fucked me harder all the while telling me, “I’m gonna blow right into that pretty mouth. I hope you can handle my whole load.”

I knew he could feel how wet his words made me and he took advantage. He started to smack my ass and I couldn’t help but cum all over his cock that he forced into my pussy harder and harder as he got close to losing it. Hearing him say he just wanted to feel my wet pussy wrapped around his cock for a just a little bit longer was turning me on even more. I squeezed my pussy around him as he pulled me deeper on him and relaxed when he shoved in all the way. I felt his control breaking as he grabbed my hair and fucked me even harder. Holding me still so all I could do is take his cock. He pumped until he finally couldn’t take it anymore and pulled out. I gasped as he used my hair to drop me to the floor and shove his cock into my mouth. He nearly shouted “fuck” as he felt my lips wrap around his throbbing cock. Using both hands in my hair to fuck my mouth till he lets go with a deep “fuck” and begins to fill my mouth with his hot cum…

I woke up with a start. My panties were soaked, as well as the fingers in my cunt & a spot on the couch. I also realized there was a blanket over me. I looked at the clock and realized it was midnight. I had overslept. Kieran was bound to be home right now…meaning he saw me like this. Like a horny slut. I started freaking out but my suspicions were confirmed as I saw a note on the table next to a glass of water:

Looked like you were having a fun dream 😉 Gave you a blanket. Sweet Dreams Princess

-Kieran

I went into a complete meltdown. I tried to act like a good girl as much as possible around him. What will he think of me now? He probably thinks I’m a horny slut now. I hurried up and changed the cover on the coach before rushing to the bathroom to freshen up. After that, I dove into my sheets. I had to bury myself in my embarrassment.

I woke up the next morning afraid to face Kieran. What would he think of me? I staggered to the bathroom before standing in the doorway, like normal. Kieran, also like normal, was brushing his teeth shirtless by the sink. It was a sight to behold, but it didn’t help my nerves one bit. And he noticed me immediately.

“Had a good sleep, Princess?” He beamed that dashing smile at me, but there was something different about. Something…sultry…in the way, he looked at Alanya Elit Escort me. “Looked like a good sleep to me.” He giggled a bit before asking if I needed to use the bathroom. There were no words for how red my face was, I had no way to respond. I just nodded, my eyes burning a hole in the floor. I couldn’t look at him.

Suddenly, I felt him hug me. And he started petting my head. I leaned into the hug, every sense telling my inhabitations to just let it go. “It’s alright, we all do… “that” sometimes. Plus it was hot.” He laughed again and my face went red-er with a different emotion. He thought it was hot? Did he watch me? Regardless of what questions went through my head, they would never get answered as he let me go and walked out the bathroom. My body instantly ached for his touch again. For his scent. But I had to get control of myself. He thought it was hot. He thought I was hot. As I sporadically came up with ideas in my head, I went on about my day, washing up and going on with my day. I thought things would change.

Not! Two weeks later and nothing changed. Same morning routine where I admired his edible physique before becoming a stuttering mess while talking to him. I had to do something. My desires and dreams were spiraling out of control. And I had to do something. So I came up with a plan. I hoped in my car, a nice 2018 Mercedes-AMG SLC 43 in Indium Grey Metallic, and rushed to Best Buy. I needed a new Galaxy Tab to read some stories on Literotica & a Zinio account to splurge on some good ole Cosmopolitan, but I had a plan. And it required an attitude change. Or at least, acting like I had one.

That acting class really helped me as after all. I put my plan into effect about two weeks after I came up with it. And I could not act like myself. I steeled my resolve and walked to his room. I didn’t bother to knock, knowing he was watching porn (the walls ain’t exactly soundproof) and let myself in. An awkward moment, for him at least, ensued as he turned around in his swivel chair with a shocked look and a hard cock. He quickly tried to hide it, but I already saw his manhood. And I liked what I saw. He became a gibbering mess, scrambling to put on some pants…or find some to put on.

I sauntered over to him, pushing him on his bed and grabbing that hard rod. “Leave it out Kieran, I like what I see.” He moaned before stifling it and asked why I was grabbing his cock. I didn’t answer as I started to stroke it, slowly at first, before picking up the pace. “So you like Mia Khalifa Kieran? Naughty boy.” I made sure I put as much lust into my voice as possible but I was freaking out on the inside. Am I really touching Kieran’s cock? I’m jerking Kieran’s dick, giving him a hand job. But with steely resolve, I stayed firm with the character I set before myself. And it was working. This must be what it means to be living a lie. Regardless, his rod started throbbing in my hand & Kieran himself could no longer contain his moans, constantly repeating oh shit to himself. And then I stopped. I was supposed to tease not relive. I squeezed his balls and tapped my finger on the tip of his meat stick. I made sure to lick that finger clean of his pre-cum, albeit seductively as I could while he watched, before winking and walking out the room with a sway in my step. I waited in the hallway for the impending “FUCK!!” before walking back to my room with a big smile. He tasted good. And maybe I could do this. I just had to remain cool.

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