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Now I know the majority of readers would think that I’d hop right on that bandwagon and let a beautiful young woman ‘experiment’ with my raging boner, especially since such boners developed, occasionally, because of the girl in question.
But let’s be reasonable, here. Thinking about committing even a minor form of incest is a big step and while my sister had had a month to get “normalized” to the idea of playing with her brother’s prick just to get a little experience, all I’d done was stroke said prick while feeling mildly guilty about imagining Lori or Cassie doing the stroking.
Life is complicated, isn’t it?
So we didn’t whip it out in the car so she could jack me off while I followed our parents down the interstate. Nor did we make plans to sneak off somewhere so I could drop trou and let the purple-headed yogurt-slinger out and she could fall to her knees to do some exploring.
Instead, she asked some questions about erections, mostly about why guys got them and what happened to one if you did nothing about it. Then she started talking about the conversations she and Cassie’d had online. They never wrote about things sexual. Both knew that emails are forever. Instead they chatted “face to face” on Skype, usually after bedtime. On that platform they felt safe talking about intimate things.
Such as how Cassie had already decided I was the man she was going to sacrifice her virginity to. She had made that decision when she was fourteen, by the way, waaaay back when. Seeing what she had already decided would be the first to enter her snug, little pussy had only added rebar and cement to the previous idea.
Lori was openly puzzled about how she’d come to feel that being ‘sort of intimate’ with me seemed entirely normal. She was fully cognizant about the tabooness of anything more than a friendly hug or kiss on the cheek between siblings. At the same time, like many people (including at least one president of the United States) she thought of anything other than full vaginal intercourse as “not sex” in some sense. That falls under the “I believe this because I want to believe it, rather than because of any rational basis for doing so” rationale. And she knew that. But the fact that she wanted to believe learning about pricks by examining her brother’s wasn’t incest, had somehow made the thought of doing that... okay. As long as we didn’t “have sex” then she wasn’t doing anything wrong.
And if it happened, she got to not-do-anything-wrong with a man she could trust, under conditions that were safe, both physically and psychologically.
That’s how she thought of it.
As for me? Well, I’d already had those fantasies in which Lori wanted to ‘experiment’.
Except in my fantasies, she sat on my cock and rocked, having orgasms until I blasted her full of dangerous brother spunk.
And then had to deal with the guilt I felt about having those fantasies.
I’m sure you can understand my reluctance to let Lori do any experimenting. While she trusted me, I wasn’t so trusting of myself. Not that I was afraid I’d rape her. I’d never do anything like that. But I’ve been with more than one woman who, at the outset, didn’t plan on having sex with me and then, in the heat of the moment, changed her mind. That’s why, ladies, guys try so hard to get you going. About the only control I’d exerted in those cases was to get a condom on my cock once she changed her mind.
The ride home took four hours. Lori slept for some of it, and we listened to music when we could find a channel we both liked. The rest of the time was spent talking, much of it as described already. I won’t go into detail on the chats she had with Cassie. All that’s important for the telling of this story is that she made it clear that Cassie was smitten with me and, at least in her mind, sexually available to me, and that, somehow, that had affected my sister to the point that she felt something oddly similar. Maybe best friends get similar desires by osmosis.
Had I just stayed a day or two and then gone back to college, who knows what might have happened. Or, to be more nearly correct, not happened. But of course my parents wanted me to stay as long as possible. And I had nothing to do back at campus. The dorms were closed but I had my own place. Even so, it was between semesters and nobody would be around.
So I stayed, which meant I got to be in my old room and slept there every night for almost two weeks.
About three days after the reunion, hours after the parents had gone to bed, Lori came to my door. She didn’t tap on it, as would have been required in our younger days. Instead she just opened it and stepped inside. I was reading something for pleasure, for once. She had on a yellow T shirt that not only advertised her stiff nipples, but was thin enough I could see dark circles through it around those nipples.
“Cassie’s on Skype and she wants to talk to you,” she whispered. I looked at her empty hands. “In my room,” she added.
So I got up, wearing the running shorts I never ran in but now wore as pajamas at home (Mom bought them for me), and followed my sister to her room. That T shirt teased me, showing me the shape of her butt, but not much else. Once we were in her room she closed the door softly and pointed to her computer, which was on her pillow. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to where I thought the camera might be able to see me.
Cassie was sitting on her bed, based on the headboard visible behind her. She was sitting up, rather than leaning back, which suggested she was cross-legged with the computer in her lap. All that was decided on some subliminal level, though, because what my conscious mind was paying attention to was the teddy Cassie was wearing.
It was light blue, consisting of a jacket that might as well have not been there. The bra was a little darker than the jacket and fairly bulged with soft looking breasts. Her hair was down, lying on her shoulders, and it contrasted with the blue in a delightful way.
“Hi,” she said, as if she were completely clothed.
“Hi,” I said. “You look nice.”
“Really?”
“Really,” I said.
“You’re the first man to see me in this,” she said. “Except for Daddy.”
“I hope he has a strong heart,” I said.
She smiled.
“Lori tried to get me to take the bra off. I couldn’t do that. If I did that I’d be all but naked.”
I felt Lori hovering over me on my right side but didn’t look at her. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Cassie.
“You’d look good that way, too,” I said.
Her blush started between those breasts and flowed upwards like a stain on her white skin.
“I’ll wear this again if you Skype me from college,” she tempted.
“Suddenly I’m all afire to Skype you,” I admitted.
Her grin was both genuine and joyous. Then it faded.
“I know I’m just a kid,” she said.
“You don’t look like any kid I ever met,” I said.
I felt Lori’s hand on my shoulder. I didn’t realize it was her left hand or that she did that so she could brace herself as she leaned down so her right hand could get to the front of my shorts.
This time her hand didn’t just land there. It grabbed there, just long enough to locate and grasp the outline of my rock hard cock.
“He’s telling the truth,” she said. “He’s got a boner!”
Cassie’s face went through half a dozen changes.
“Really?”
“Honest,” said my sister. Then, to me, “Show it to her, Bobby.”
Finally I looked over at her.
“I’m not flashing Cassie on Skype,” I said.
“Oh, come on,” moaned Lori. “Okay. You don’t have to pull your shorts down, but at least stand up and let us see what the front of your shorts look like.”
“Give me a break,” I said, restraining a grin.
“No, you give us a break,” insisted my sister.
I looked at the screen.
“I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
She nodded, eagerly.
I got up and found Lori between me and the door. She was looking avidly at the front of my shorts.
“OMG. It’s sticking out a mile, Bobby! You have to let her see that.”
“Good night, Lori,” I said, with as much dignity as I could. “Good night Cassie,” I said over my shoulder.
“Night!” I heard Cassie’s voice issue from the computer.
Lori brushed by me and plopped on the bed. I turned to leave and, just as my hand contacted her doorknob, she called to me softly.
“Bobby?”
Like an idiot I turned and there she was, a grin on her face, holding the computer out so I could see the screen. Which meant the camera could see me.
So Cassie got to see that obscene tent in my shorts after all.
Lori didn’t come get me for two more nights. I’d have expected her to do this every night I was home, but somehow they managed to survive on an every-other-day basis. This time started out just as before. She came in wearing a T shirt, this time one with the logo of a band on it, and told me Cassie wanted to say hi on Skype.
When we got to her room, though, instead of waiting for me to go in, she went to the bed and climbed on it. The T shirt pulled up and there was my baby sister’s bare ass with a very cute pussy peeking out below it. That happened really fast, though, and if I hadn’t been watching she’d have gotten away with doing it without me seeing.
It got better... or worse, depending on how you look at it... when I sat down and found Cassie wearing a man’s long-sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned from top to bottom. About a foot of creamy unblemished skin was exposed, including maybe a third of the inside slopes of her breasts.
“Hi,” she said. Somehow she managed, in that outfit, to sound as shy as shy could be.
“You make a habit of looking nice, I see,” I said.
Her smile finished the job that the two of them had started and my prick stuck straight out from my groin. I felt and then saw Lori’s hand slide around my hip to locate and squeeze said prick.
“He’s hard again,” she said, crowding over so her face would be in front of the camera. “I think he really likes us.”
“Of course I really like you,” I growled. Her hand had stayed a little longer this time.
“Can we actually see it tonight?” asked Lori. “Pleease?”
“Why do you want to corrupt your poor, innocent cousin?” I asked.
“Actually,” said Cassie, “I’m the one who’s been badgering her to get you to do that.”
I could tell it had taken a lot of bravery for her to admit that. It had taken a lot of bravery for her to dress the way she’d been dressing for me, too.
“It’s really not that impressive,” I said.
“Liar,” said Lori. “We’ve seen it. We just didn’t get to see it very long.”
“Bobby?” Cassie’s voice sounded... odd. I just looked at her. “You were right. I was at the mall today with some of my friends and a guy named Jack who I know from school came up to us. He said he had something to show me so I went with him to his car. When we got there he turned around and his dick was hanging out of his zipper. It wasn’t hard, exactly, but it was kind of long. He said Tiffany had shown him the picture on Tumblr and that what he was showing me would make me squeal.”
“Did any of the other girls go with you?” I asked, tensing up.
“No. He said it was private.”
“What happened then?” I asked.
“I kicked him in the balls,” she said, a little defiantly.
“Good for you,” I said.
“He’ll probably print out the picture and show it all over the school,” she said, sounding sad.
“Remember what I told you. If you want to, you can threaten to sue Tiffany over breach of privacy since you didn’t give her permission to publish the photograph. You could probably also file a complaint and get the photo taken down from that one site, but if it’s been reblogged there’s no way to know how many other places it has ended up. But if you threaten her maybe she’ll bring pressure to bear on him.”
“I doubt it. Tiffany thinks she can do whatever she wants. That’s why nobody likes her anymore.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“My folks will probably find out and I’ll be grounded until I go to college,” she said. “If they let me go at all.”
“You were just goofing off and somebody took an unauthorized picture,” I said. “Just tell them the truth.”
“I guess. Bobby?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever look at that picture?”
I had to decide whether to lie or not. It was a pretty easy decision, based on what I now knew.
“Yeah, I do,” I said.
She sat there for a few seconds and then moved.
“Then I guess it won’t hurt to do this,” she said.
Her hands had gone to the edges of the shirt and, with one quick jerk, she pulled the edges apart, exposing beautiful breasts, capped with dark pink nipples. I just had time to see that those nipples were very hard before she lost her courage and covered them again. I knew she was vulnerable, so I did what I thought would ease her mind.
“Thank you,” I said. “You’re very beautiful.”
She covered her eyes with one hand, while holding the shirt together with the other.
“I’ll see you later,” I said, giving her a break.
I felt Lori move as she scrambled off the bed to get between me and the door again. I knew what she wanted, so I just stood up, letting her look at the tent in my shorts.
“That is so cool,” she sighed. Then, as if the decision was made in an instant that could never be recalled, she lifted the hem of her T shirt, exposing intentionally the fact that she had on no panties, and showing me her breasts. Her areolas were larger than Cassie’s, and dark brown. Her nipples were even darker but were just as erect as Cassie’s had been. While I knew Cassie was shaven clean down there, Lori’s pubic hair had been clipped to a filled-in V that, no doubt, matched her bikini. Her hair there was exactly the same shade of brown as her head hair. It was long enough that it hid what was below it, and between her legs.
She stood there, frozen, with a look on her face that suggested she was about to bolt, though where she might run to I had no idea. Then her hands dragged the shirt back down to cover everything.
“I can’t believe I did that,” she rasped.
“Did what?” came Cassie’s voice from the laptop, which was still sitting on Lori’s pillow.
“I showed him,” said Lori, now sounding puzzled.
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Friday night passed with me sitting on the computer watching the a season of Project Runway. Totally by accident I found that I could watch a full season at once, and not be lost at all. It was by far the best way for me to watch TV. I could handle the daily news, but for entertainment, all at once on line was ideal. I might watch the same show over and over but so what, it was alway new to me. I awoke on Saturday morning with enough memory to check the schedule on my computer. That is how I...
The wife Sue and I have just got back from holiday in Spain and she has had so much fun with the lucky lucky men, if you don't know what I mean by that they are the black men who walk round the beach selling sunglasses/watches/t-shirts ect ect. our 1st day we walked from our apartment to the beach which is a minute walk as we are just off the front. we paid for our sunbeds and we just got settled and our 1st lucky lucky man walk over to us, sunglasses good price he said, I replied sorry mate...
My body quivers with excitement, and not only because I’m on my knees in the bedroom with my husband’s cock in my mouth. Not even because there’s someone else in the house. The God Botherer is waiting in the kitchen.Perhaps I should explain. The God Botherer is what John calls his personal assistant in private, though to her face and publicly he calls her Ms. McLeod or, on rare occasions, Charlotte. I find her rather sweet. On the few occasions I’ve met her, she’s given me tips on how to take...
Wife LoversThis is my first attempt at a story, so please have patience. I’ll get better over time. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy! -Sweetintensity Chapter One: Nissa’s Murderer Today was an average day as far as they went. I trained for a while in the gym and then was told by one of the apprentices that Tatsuya-sensei wanted to see me before dinner. That was odd. Usually he just came to find me himself. I decided to head there and see what he needed before returning to my training. My...
Rebecca fidgeted in the waiting room of the University Pediatric Psychology Clinic. Andy had been there for his appointment earlier that day and she was anxious about discussing the results. She had made numerous attempts over the past week to get him to open up about what was bothering him, but to no avail. Her mother also had tried, as had Jenna and his teacher Beth Kallnon. Nothing seemed to work. Some additional outbursts followed by crying stints expressing remorse...
Hello potential reader! Instead of posting the first chapter here, I decided to make this first page a content warning to give you an idea of whether this story sounds like something you would be interested in or not. I know what it's like getting invested in a story only for it to take a sudden twist that doesn't jive, so I hope to avoid doing that with this little blurb. This story is an experiment of sorts. Unlike my other stories, I am trying to focus more on the erotica side of content,...
SCENE opens on a Sshot of Jenny, an 18-year-old girl, as she leans up against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, while her parents get ready to leave for the day. As they weave around her collecting their things, her father reiterates the house rules: no friends over, no boys over, just a quiet day alone. They will be back before midnight. Jenny rolls her eyes and reminds them that she’s eighteen, fully capable of being left on her own. Her mother hugs her and tells her that she can...
xmoviesforyouI was in trouble. It only took a week to happen. Monday. I had borrowed my sister's white panties, as my normal white boxer shorts were missing. My underwear drawer was empty. I picked them up from the laundry hamper, after my morning shower. I dried my long black hair, and tied it in a ponytail. As i looked in the mirror, i became aroused by my feminine reflection. I saw a matching padded white bra, and put it on too. I got dressed in my white short sleeved school shirt, and tie,...
So when I was passing through Cleveland, I decided to look them up. They seemed glad to see me and invited me for dinner and to stay over. Dinner was almost ready. I took a shower and jerked off in there. I have to do that a lot. I’d been riding on the bus with a bunch of guys going to a track meet. I hadn’t done anything, but my fantasy machine was running in overdrive the whole trip, so when I’d taken my shower, I put one foot up on the toilet seat and whacked off to the fantasy of all...
My parents were to attend a close relative marriage in a city. If they left, they might return after 3 or 4 days. I am working in a corporate office. Usually I go early to office and return around 9’clock. My mom is concerned about me for my food in the morning and night. Lunch I used to take at office canteen. My distant sister is married newly and she is residing in the same area where my family resides with her husband. Her husband is a tele-caller and attends night duty also. My mom asked...
IncestThe day went by with Klaus seeing about his work, and Jake just observing from the corner he had been placed. Well, it was not exactly a corner, but it definitely felt like it. On the other hand, he was free to stare at the man, and that made up for everything.He had to admit he was pretty impressed. He heard Klaus talking on the phone in a language that he was almost certain it was French. The man seemed capable of switching between foreign languages without a problem, as he was talking to his...
I was walking around gathering the bills for the final time on my paper route, I had it since I was 14 but it wasn’t making ends meet so after 4 years I put in my two weeks notice. I am no where near being the tallest or the best built guy in my school, I stand around 5’4, have blonde hair and brown eyes and have no hair on my chest that I can boost about. As I turned onto the street adjacent to the one I lived on I saw Mr. Anderson’s house loom ahead of me. My parents often told me I...
Background:The encounter occurred with my best friend's husband whilst I was 8 months pregnant with my second c***d during the summer of 2018Jilpa = MeGautam = My HusbandAvisha (Avi) = Best friendVik = Avi's HusbandI was now eight months pregnant and beginning to feel the strain of it. As well as feeling like a whale I was experiencing more aches and pains, especially around the back and calf muscles. My first pregnancy felt easier in comparison, we had a baby girl and this pregnancy felt like...
It had been a long day, I’d say. Been waiting for almost an hour, for my dream sex lady. God damned, these flights never come on time. An hour late. “It better be good if it’s gonna be this late!” I thought. After an hour more of endless people coming out of the arrival gate, she was wearing a white shirt on jeans and a small bag. She looked even prettier than in her photos. She smiled, and her eyes twinkled when she saw me. “Hi, Sonal! How was the flight?” I asked. “Oh, it was alright. A bit...
I wanted a kink in my life. A kink which will change my life and make me involved in it every time. I use to read and see BDSM porn only. How slave girl is being torture was the fun part for me an orgasm every time. I was regularly looking for a master. Even on a tinder date, I use to look for the master who was able to control me properly and able to satisfy my needs. Every day I use to masturbate while seeing the BDSM porn which use to excite me so much. One day I found the best thing. Omegle...
The days and nights passed. I had initially started the practice of marking the passage of time by using a piece of charcoal to scratch dates on a flat piece of wood. I missed several days and had to make a catch-up estimate. Then another remiss and more time slipped by. One night as I watched a new moon crest, I realized I had no idea what day it was or how long we had been here. More significantly the need and importance of the civilized "knowing the time" had unconsciously faded. I was...
CD caught masturbating.My name is James, I am 44yrs old, I have enjoyed dressing up in womens clothing since I was a teen. I was raised in a home with just my mom and older sister. Whenever I was alone I would sneak into my mothers bedroom, pick out a sexy outfit and transform into Jaime, my female persona. I was now 18yrs old.One early Saturday my mother and sister headed out shopping, as soon as I heard the car leave, I locked the front door and I headed to mothers room to dress up like a...
The woman in the red dress led me through a labyrinth of hallways, corridors and after an elevator ride, into the secret basement facilities of the Temple far below the surface accessible only through a complicated process of ID verification that made the Blue-Blue-Red Code process look like child’s play. We ended up in a small conference room of sorts with several chairs and a kidney shaped table in the middle. A Sojonit entered and handed the Mother Superior a PDD and said. “Arrangements...
‘Bob, I have a favor to ask of you.’ Catherine and I had just finished a long and hot fucking session, now both of us were trying to recover our breath. ‘Anything for you. What is it?’ I responded. We had been seeing each other for over a month now, and not only was the sex hot, but I could see this relationship lasting for a long while. ‘You remember that I have to be out of town for three days next week, right?’ ‘Yes, three days that I’m not sure I can survive’ I said with a smile. I said...
I suppose that I shouldn't have been spying on them. But I had found this place where I could see into the women's quarters. I needed a telescope, of course. But I got a good view of them as they were dressing or undressing. I saw their bare breasts. I saw them in their underwear - some of them wore very provocative underwear. Sometimes there were two of them together, helping each other with their clothes. Occasionally there were a couple of them getting more amorous. Kissing. Touching...
Scott and I had been best of friends since we were kids. We lived across a large lake from each other and spent most all of our time together. We went to the same school, looked the same with brown hair, brown eyes, both tall and skinny, most people thought of us as brothers. Now, at age 18, sex was our main topic of conversation every day, all day. It was summer time and almost every night, we camped out either in his neighborhood or mine. This particular night, we were camping out near his...
GayCHAPTER 5: WELCOME, BUTCHJoe had come home after visiting his ailing aunt at the hospice and reported that she was deteriorating more than they expected. Joe had never really known her that well. She and her husband who passed away 5 year ago never had k**s and never were involved much with the family. But since his parents died, Joe stepped in to help her with whatever he could which wasn’t that much until her health turned. She had nobody else. He was really doing it for his mother. But over...
Ricky stumbled through his front door, the tipsy blonde on his heels. She was giggling and hiccuping, stumbling over her own feet and tottering on her high-heels. Not the sexiest sight to behold, but he hadn't got it in for weeks so she'd do for the evening. He bent down and removed both of his shoes as the blonde, Christine he believed her name was, kicked off both of her heels. “I'm gonna show you a night you'll never forget,” she slurred. Ricky smiled. “I can't wait.” He couldn't wait,...
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