Memories Of Joseph
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Christine couldn't believe her eyes when she caught her 17-year-old son and her 15-year-old daughter kissing in the living room. She'd gotten off work early that day and it was raining outside as it usually was in Seattle. She ran inside the house hearing music blaring loudly from the living room stereo and she almost choked when she saw her children kissing so passionately on the couch.
She didn't say anything at first. She just stood there watching them kissing and whispering sweet things to one another. It was so wrong! It was incest! She had to stop it immediately. But yet a part of her didn't want to interrupt them. A part of her wanted to let them enjoy each other a little longer.
Damnit Christine, what the hell is wrong with you. It's wrong! She reminded herself.
"What the hell?" She asked loudly and sternly interrupting the children kissing.
Michael, her son and Laura, her daughter both got up quickly fixing their clothes. Both looked so scared and nervous. Christine wondered how long they'd been doing things like this. Ever since her divorce, 3 years ago, she hadn't had time to look after them. She was so swamped with work at her law firm that she rarely paid attention to her children at times. Being 42 years old and a single mother hadn't been easy at all.
"M-mom! I-I-" Michael stammered as he began to turn off the stereo.
Laura just looked down in embarrassment. Christine felt her heart almost stop. She didn't know what to say either. It was such a strange situation. She felt her hands begin to shake as she always did when she got nervous.
"Both of you go to your rooms now!" She shouted furiously.
Both teens didn't say anything and just followed their mother's orders. Christine walked over to the kitchen pouring herself a glass of red wine. She paced in the kitchen back and forth thinking of what to do. She was upset but in a way she wasn't. She'd tried hard to block out memories of her own past.
After about an hour of just pacing and thinking, Christine went up to Laura's room first. She knocked softly on the door and let herself in. Laura was lying on her bed sobbing quietly. Her long brown hair was a mess and her big green eyes looked up at her mother as if she was begging for forgiveness.
"Laura, don't cry now sweetheart. I was just in shock. I just want you to know that I'm not angry with you or anything," Christine said trying to comfort her daughter.
Laura's bottom lip quivered as she cried. "Mom, I can explain. Michael and I were just... we were just experimenting."
Christine knew that wasn't true. She had heard Laura clearly tell her brother how much she is in love with him between kisses. He had said the same thing to her. If in fact her children were lovers she had to try to find a way to cope with it. She wasn't going to let them go through the same pain she went through.
"I understand. But I hope that's all it was. I mean I just want you to be honest with me."
Laura nodded seeming so unsure. "Y-yes that was all it was. I promise you."
Christine had no choice but to believe her, even though she knew Laura was lying. She cupped her daughter's face and kissed her cheek. "Well I think you need to be alone for a while. I'm gonna go talk to your brother and he will need some time alone too."
Laura just agreed and Christine left the room quietly.
Christine went off and knocked on her son's door. He was also lying on his bed thinking hard.
"Mom?" He asked sitting up on his bed.
His green eyes searched Christine for forgiveness as well. "Michael, let me just say that I'm not upset OK? I mean I guess things like this happen. I assume you were just curious about one another right?"
Michael looked away for a moment and then looked back at his mother. "Y-yes that's right. Just curious nothing else."
"Ok that's good to hear. Now I just talked to your sister and I think you both should just spend some time alone away from one another at least for this evening."
Michael nodded and bit his lower lip. She knew he wanted to see his sister more than anything. Christine kissed her son on his forehead and walked out taking one last look at his somber face.
Christine felt better after having confronted her children. She wasn't hungry she just felt somewhat tired. She decided to head on to her bedroom and relax at least until dinnertime. She would order a pizza since she was in no mood to cook.
Her bedroom was big and she spotted cozy bed, which she couldn't wait to lie on. She kicked off her red heels, took off her coat and threw herself on the bed. She stared up at the ceiling watching the ceiling fan go in fast circles. She closed her eyes for a moment and suddenly she could hear laughing and splashing of water. She could feel the warm summer air caressing her skin. Most of all she could remember him.
The memories were still there. She sighed slowly unbuttoning her white blouse slowly until her white lacey bra was exposed. She licked her lips still remembering the first time she had kissed him. It had been the sweetest kiss ever. Her first kiss. She was only 15 at the time and yet it seemed just like yesterday that everything had happened.
She could see it all. It was late that night. The air was hot and the smell of summer filled her senses. She was fast asleep in her tiny bed up in her parent's little summer cottage down in Texas. Her small little gray cotton shorts were slightly ridding up her firm buttocks. Her little pink tank top kept her cool. She felt the warm touch of his hand on her shoulder waking her up. She opened her big green eyes and saw him standing above her. His smile was sweet and he looked so gorgeous.
"Christi, wake up. Let's go out to the lake and swim. Mom and Dad are fast asleep," he whispered.
"Joey?" She asked rubbing her eyes.
She stood back and laughed softly. "Yes it's me. Now come on let's go."
She raised herself up looking at her brother. He was spending the summer with them one last time before he went off to college. He had just turned 18 and had gotten a full 4-year scholarship to a university in New York.
She got up slowly pushing her long brown hair back. She grabbed a large white towel, slipped on her white sandals and headed out with her brother. Joseph had always been that way. He was fun and adventurous. She loved him so much and was saddened when she'd heard he was going away to college. Ever since they were small, he was always a role model to her. She had always felt lucky to have a brother like him.
They walked out that night closing the door behind them slowly. It was a small, but private lake that their parents had. Joseph was wearing his white t-shirt and long swimming shorts and carried a big blue towel with him.
"Hurry up sis, I'm dying to get into that cold water. It's so hot tonight!" He was walking fast in front of her.
"Wait up!" She called after him.
They finally arrived at the lake and she watched as Joseph took off his shirt. He had a nice upper chest and his stomach was flat and muscular. She couldn't help but stare.
"What? What are you looking at?" He asked looking puzzled.
She quickly looked away. "N-nothing. Ok Let's get in."
They both ran and dove into the water. It was freezing cold but it felt good to swim on a hot summers night. Christine swam and Joseph kept doing little silly tricks in the water. They were laughing and having a great time as they usually did.
"Christi, can you do a back flip on the water?" Joseph asked his sister.
Christine laughed. "Yeah right. No! You know I can't."
Joseph swam close to her and dunked her head underwater playfully. Christine immediately got back up with her long hair drenched and narrowed her eyes at her brother.
"You jerk! I'm gonna get you for this!" She shrilled.
Joseph swam fast away from her but she managed to catch up to him. With all her strength that she had she managed to dunk his head underwater. He got back up laughing hysterically.
"Oh man you got me good. I didn't think you had any strength sis."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Well now you know!"
They started to splash water on one another. She began to laugh and so did he. Christine couldn't remember ever having a more wonderful time. It might have been the essence of youth or the fact that she felt her heart fluttering every time she was around her brother.
"Why do you have to go so far away Joey?" She asked him as she stopped and floated in the water.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just like New York. I needed to get away from Mom and Dad for a while. You know just become my own person."
Christine looked down at the water. She could see the moonlight reflecting on it. "And I guess to get away from me too huh?" She asked nervously.
He swam closer to her cupping her face. "No sis. I'm really gonna miss you. I mean you are probably really the only one I'm gonna miss."
She looked up at him. Her heart was pounding. She never remembered being so close to him before. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt him put his hands on her waist. He looked down obviously enticed by her nipples poking out from her tank top.
"I'm really going to miss you Joey," She said as she felt a tear roll down her face.
Joseph looked at her and put one hand on the back on her head. He leaned down and planted the sweetest kiss ever, on her lips. She'd never kissed a boy but now she understood what all the fuss was about. His lips were so warm on hers and his tongue slipped into her mouth searching for hers. They kissed for what seemed to be an eternity until he broke the kiss as he breathed heavily.
"You're so pretty Christi. I don't know if you know that," he said looking at her.
Christine felt herself blush. "I think you are very handsome. Probably the most handsome guy I've ever seen."
He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Their matching green eyes met full of love and lust mixed together. "I love you. I always have," he said softly.
Christine felt at that moment as if it was just the two of them alone in the entire world. "I love you too Joey. Oh Joey I'm going to miss you so much! I wish you would stay with me."
He stroked her face. "I know. I'm so sorry. I wish I could take you with me. I love being around you. You are not just my sister. You're my best friend and companion."
She reached up and kissed him softly on his lips. "I think I love you. Not just as your sister but a lot more. Oh god it's wrong!" Her eyes began to swell with tears.
He held her in his arms so comforting. "Don't cry Christi. I mean I think a lot of brothers and sisters fall in love. I don't know when or how it happened but I know I am in love with you. I was just so scared to tell you."
She looked up at him as he wiped her tears. "It's incest. We can never be together Joey. You don't know how much that hurts me."
"I know it hurts me too. I guess that's kind of another reason why I'm leaving. I don't want to stick around to watch you date another guy or hear you talk about other guys."
"I can't fall in love with other guys Joey. I'm in love with you."
He lifted her up a bit and kissed her hard. This time their kiss was full on fury and passion. She could feel him lifting up her tank top. Slowly, she felt her naked skin being cooled by the small summer breeze. He had her top lifted and he stared at her chest and smiled.
"You have beautiful breasts Christi."
She put his hands on her breasts letting him feel her. "Touch them Joey. Oh please touch them!"
He did touch them. He pinched her big nipples and watched her reactions. Christine had never felt anything so sexy or exciting! She'd heard girls talk about how good it feels to get your breasts touch but she never imagined it would feel this good.
"Mmm yes Joey! Oh that feels so nice!" She wailed.
She watched him lean down and put one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue moved around her nipple enticing her even more. One of his hands was cupping her buttocks keeping her from floating away and the other hand was busy twisting and teasing her nipple.
"Oooh my! Oh Joey! God that is so wonderful! So wonderful!" She kept moaning.
His mouth took turns now on each nipple. He flicked them with his tongue and sucked on them with his lips. Christine felt as if her entire body was on fire. She'd never been more turned on than that moment. She knew that it was her own brother that she was kissing and letting suck on her breasts, but she didn't care. All she wanted was more of him.
He started to kiss up to her neck and then their lips met once again sharing a long wet kiss. She could already feel the hard bulge in his pants against her legs. The water no longer felt cold but a nice lukewarm.
"Christi?" Joseph whispered.
"Yes?"
"You haven't had sex have you?"
Christi felt embarrassed. "No. I haven't. I know you have though."
He lifted one of his eyebrows looking at her curiously. "Oh? And how do you know that?"
She giggled. "I hear you and your old girlfriend Mandy doing it one night when Mom and Dad were out on a business dinner."
He looked disappointed. "I'm sorry you heard that Christi. I didn't mean for you to hear."
"No it's OK. I mean I did feel a bit of jealous I have to admit, but you were just having a good time. You had no idea how I felt about you."
"Christi, I don't want to scare you or anything, but you don't know how much I want to make love to you right now."
The words pierced through her so strong. She felt her heart pounding with desire and fear at the same time. She wanted him just as bad.
"I'm ready to let you make love to me. Joey I've wanted you for such a long time now."
He kissed her one more time and then touched her face so softly. "Come on. Follow me."
He began to swim back to land and before she could move, she just watched him swim away. He turned back to look at her. He swam back to where she was. Christine felt herself wanting to cry. Not of sadness, but of happiness. This was going to be her chance to make love to the man she really loved.
"Christi? Are you OK? I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."
She felt him wipe her tears again. "I'm fine. I'm just nervous. I want you so bad Joey, it's just that I'm so nervous."
He put his arms around her. His body felt so strong and warm. She could stay in his arms for the rest of her life. "I love you Christi. I love you so much," he said kissing her face.
"I love you too. Now go on and lead me again."
He smiled and began to swim once again back to land. She swam behind him feeling her stomach turn to knots just thinking of letting her brother be her first. A few seconds later, they were back on the grassy area and she watched her brother spread out the huge towel he'd brought with him.
He reached out to her and she grabbed his hand. He began pulling her close to him, saying nothing. Her top was still up and she felt her breasts pressing against her brother's chest. He held her in his arms and ran his hands up and down her body.
"I love you so much," he murmured.
Christine held him. "I love you too. I'll always love you."
He looked at her and moved aside silently ordering her to lie down on the soft towel. She looked at him and then moved slowly to lie her body down. The stars were extremely bright that night which gave her enough light to be able to look at her brother. He pulled his swim shorts down never taking his eyes off her. Christine's eyes widen as she looked at her brother's cock. It was so hard and sticking straight out. She couldn't wait to touch it, to taste it.
He threw his shorts to the side and knelt down besides her. His fingers traced around her nipples. She looked closely at him and sighed. His touch just felt so damn good! He lifted her top up more and she raised herself up a bit to let him take it off. He put her wet top to the side and looked down tugging at her shorts. She was only wearing a pair of small black cotton panties underneath the shorts. She lifted her hips and he easily took off her shorts along with her panties.
Finally she was completely naked and yet she didn't feel shy or embarrassed. She wanted her brother to see her naked. His eyes wandered looking at her entire body. His hands stroked her from her breasts down between her legs. She felt herself getting goosebumps as he lightly touched her.
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Introduction: New part to Memories of a gay boy! enjoy! Intro: Sometimes temptation gets the best of us all, for some of us it just happens more often. Your not told how to make the right decisions your just thrown into a situation and told to do your best. And when you look back on what you did nothing can fix that little mistake. I felt like my world was crashing around me when those words fell out of his mouth It really sucks Im straight. He said it so casually, like it didnt matter that he...
I shivered as I walked on the vacant boardwalk this late November afternoon. The angry waves had much to say as they crashed along the beach, mercilessly taking more sand (and memories) with them. Just a mere four months ago, this beach was my home and sanctuary. It was my own private paradise. I found great enjoyment and even greater pleasure here with the four “s” words, sun, sand, surf and sex. I loved it all, though not equally. The sex part was by far my favorite. I placed my hand on the...
Memories of '78As an elderly gentleman, I sometimes look back in time. Let me tell you about my zipless fuck, as the term was at the time. I had been in Stockholm, Sweden and were heading back to Uppsala in my red Alfa Romeo late in the evening, whem I spotted a girl walking in the chilly summer night with a skirt, short as the British petrol pump attendants use to wear in 1968. I stopped and asked her if she wanted a ride.She gladly accepted and I drove her to her house somewhere at the coast...
MEMORIES became an even better read series when I started to tell about my private recent storiesMost of those MEMORIES will be about Lisa Love, of whom I even remember her coming future with me!'Coming future' in both meanings: firstly she is as hot for me as much she loves me with all her heartShe loves me with body and soul, I love her and being a gentleman and she so hot, she will come often!'Coming future' also covers all events to happen soon, like this small sexy story of her hosting...
First seven sexy MEMORIES were letters from readers ranging from soft stuff to tough treatsAll were very well read - between 4.000 and 7.000 times, and got lots of likes and commentsLast three are my private MEMORIES of friends from here visiting me in old AmsterdamThese last one are extremely well read: between 6.000 and 10.000 at the moment I writeLike this one of sexy Solagge, which started out as a fantasy fuck of old friendsA sexy story aiming at getting her wet and hot, rubbing off as she...
Sometimes you bump into people you have not seen for a while and all kinds of memories come flooding back. Such was the case the other night. I saw a guy I had not seen for over 20 years who used to live next door to me. It reminded me of a spring afternoon just a couple weeks after I turned 18. I hope you enjoy my memories as much as I do!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I ran into Eddie Schantz from my old home town this weekend and it reminded me of the first real sex I ever had...
I shivered as I walked on the vacant boardwalk this late November afternoon. The angry waves had much to say as they crashed along the beach, mercilessly taking more sand (and memories) with them. Just a mere four months ago, this beach was my home and sanctuary. It was my own private paradise. I found great enjoyment and even greater pleasure here with the four “s” words; sun, sand, surf and sex. I loved it all, though not equally. The sex part was by far my favorite. I placed my hand on the...
Quickie SexMemories Revisited: A Scrapbooking Store By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters took off her scarf and coat and hung them up in the stockroom of her new scrapbooking store, Memories Revisited. It was a crisp, bright early November day. Diane loved the holidays; she was already looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas: the decorations, the gifts, the time with family, and most important of all, the opportunity to give thanks. Just a few weeks earlier, Diane had purchased the...
Memories Revisited: Fixing God's Mistake By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters poured another cup of coffee for herself and her husband David. The morning sun was streaming into their kitchen and glistened from the stainless steel appliances. The kitchen was big, modern and filled with light?every woman's dream. Diane had particular appreciation for it because David had built it with his own hands. His success as a building contractor had made it possible for their family to enjoy...
MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY by Long Tall Mary A 50 year old dominatrix reminisces on her long career in Central New Yorkand describes some of her more memorable encounters. CODES: M/F, F/F, nc, heavy, job My name is Mary and I just turned 50 years old this past week. I'm a 6 footweight proportionate, blue eyed blond and known in the business as "Long TallMary". For nearly 15 years I've been active as a career life style dominatrixin the Syracuse area and am the best in the business as well as...
Memories- Beginnings This is not so much a story but more a collection of memories of my life. I write this for a variety of reasons. First, like everyone else, I want to be remembered in the future. So, this will be my legacy. Second, because I want to help others, it is my hope this will encourage those of you who are facing challenges as you progress along your journey into womanhood. Remember, the path to womanhood is not always easy. And lastly, I hope to inspire those who are...
The Personalia noticed that they were becoming uncomfortable. They put this down to Governor Bob Kempe of the planet Rehome, and his enthusiastic support of their race. He kept telling everyone he met how kind and helpful the Personalia were. He made them out to be the ideal race to be partnered with - friends to be admired and praised; a defence force without parallel; a source of technical and financial wizardry; the perfect complement to human ingenuity and pushiness. That upsetting...
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling and thinking of my experiences over the last six months; Uncle Darcy being pronounced dead, the reading of the will, and his legacy to me, an old leather-bound book. The discovery of Agnes, my witch within the magic of its pages and the unbelievable sexual chemistry that had established itself instantaneously between us.I felt Agnes stir, and her leg curled over me, and her thigh came to rest on my cock. Her softness and warmth caused it to come to life. Her...
SwingersKevin Reilly unlocked his front door, kicked off his shoes and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He had just taken his wife Keri to the airport where she was going to be catching the 8 a.m. commuter flight to the state capital. It was her biweekly three day trip to perform secretarial duties for her boss, Bradley Knox III, or as Kevin always referred to him, Trey. Every time he used that nickname for her boss's pretentious official name Keri would remind him that her boss hated it....
Peggy Oxenberg paid no attention to the wide-open spaces far below California Air Express' Las Vegas Shuttle as it made a wide banking turn that gave the passengers on her side of the aircraft a breathtaking view. With almost as many hours in the air as the pilot at the controls, the former flight attendant had seen it too many times before to be impressed. Instead, the forty-six year old vice-president of in-flight operations concentrated on the paperwork she had brought with her to wrap up...
Introduction: Memories of a gay boy part 3! wait for the last part! Intro: In the dark hours of the night, Tokyo screams with noise. Never silent, never peaceful, and never finished. aishite mo ii kai? yureru yoru ni aragamama de ii yo matto fukaku kurushii kurai ni nareta kuchibiru ga tokeau hodoni boku wa…kimi no…vanilla rang through the house. The sound of Gackt: Vanilla sang its tempting melody in the hotel room. Translation is Would it be ok to love, too, in this trembling night? Just like...
The majority of uploaders are non-native speakers of English and most misspell "masturbate""Masterbate" implies 'bating' on orders of a Master, which invokes my MEMORIES of three slavesMaty is my female friend in Uruguay - a lovely looking lady with a topjob handling airtrafficMaty loves to pretend she is my slave but not very good at it, showing thus indirect disrespectMaty informed me in the beginning about her two teen slave girls, both so hot and eager to learnMaty offered them both to me...
I do not pretend to be a writer, but I just thought I`d scribble down some memories. This is`nt fiction, just a small part of my personal history.Some things happened in the dark ages, othersnot so long ago, but everyone of them is etched in my memory and I can still remember it like it happened yesterday. [/First Timesb]My first real open mouth kiss was when I was about f******n and not being real sex, I don`t suppose it is against the law to state that age here.We were...
As I slowly caressed Angela’s ass, the memory that almost made this impossible came flooding back!The simple act of running a finger up and down her ass conjured up memories of the exact same thing only with Elena and not Angela.We worked together more since that night at her party. I later discovered that Elena was now in charge of scheduling and that was the reason we had so many closing shifts together.After the night of the party, she would walk past me, smile, and say, WOW. That became our...
InterracialOver the course of the next couple of days, Candy and I moved back into the house we grew up in, although now we were sharing a room. There wasn’t quite enough space for us to put our stuff in. I had to move into the room the dresser from the second bedroom. We each had a dresser now and we shared the closet. It wasn’t full, meaning I needed to take her shopping, sooner or later. We also shared the queen bed, as Mom asked us to turn on some music when we wanted to ‘Put Seabiscuit on the...
I took off the next week from painting. Pat came by to give me my check from the showing. He stopped to talk to Mom – they started up like the old friends whom they were. Candy and I left them alone. Candy told me to not tell Mom about what she felt about Pat. I took Candy on a vacation, after getting Mom’s assurance it was OK for us to go and leave her by herself for a while. We went to Alaska first, a place I always wanted to experience. We traveled together, as if we were a married...
He sat in the chair at the foot bed, his eyes focused on the young man’s hefty penis as it pounded in and out of her. The young man’s buttocks tightened as his seed gushed into her; the man in the chair watched and lazily stroked his erection. He bid farewell to the young man as he left the hotel room and watched as he disappeared into the elevator. Closing the door he heard that she was already running the bath and his erection twitched with excitement. He enjoyed these hotel evenings most of...
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