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Recap Two weeks ago, on Saturday morning, my friend Carly and I set into motion our bet on whether or not I could bed her little sister, Haley. I had caught Haley spying on us having sex a few weeks earlier which led to some debate between Carly and I. Carly thought Haley was a nosey little pest, as usual, and was going to use this as blackmail against her. Haley had been watching us for at least twenty minutes, I instantly saw her as a horny freshman who was totally turned on watching...
Skipping Class Two and a half weeks ago my friend Carly and I decided to skip a couple of afternoon classes and go get fries at the local café. I had recently been dumped by my longtime girlfriend and Carly thought I needed cheering up. Of course Carly, being the captain of our school cheerleader squad, was the perfect person to do that. By the end of that afternoon she found the perfect way to accomplish her goal, we ended up at her house getting naked. Needless to say, I...
Its 3:00 am, and Phil and Clair Dunfy are sitting at home worried sick about their 16 year old daughter Haley. She went out earlier in the night with one of her friends that everyone knows is a slut, named Jenna. Clair was wearing her wooly nightgown pants, and a white tank top. Her ass was so nice you could see it bounce side to side in the baggy pants as she paced across the living room floor waiting for Haley to arrive home. Finally, Haley stumbles in the front door, looking sexy as ever....
Bill’s turn: Friday, the day before the wedding. When I pulled my company car (they gave me a sedan instead of a mini-van, last time around) into my driveway, my little SUV was already there. Haley’s driving it now. Insurance? Screw ‘em. Tomorrow I’ll send ‘em a notification that I’m married and my WIFE is driving it. I’ve seen Haley’s driving. She’s careful. Thought we could risk it. I walk in to see Haley and Deena sitting on the sofa. That’s not an unusual thing. I’ve had the two of them...
Bill’s turn: I’m surely bound for hell. Taboos. I’ve broken too many of them –having sex with fourteen year old girls, two of them now. Haley was just a few days past fourteen when we went to bed together for the first time. And now Deena... Double hell. Deena’s my daughter. Has been for all her fourteen years. For those fourteen years I’ve been ‘Daddy’ and now ‘Dad’, even though at the time of her mom’s impregnation, that woman was not being particularly wifely. I sometimes harbored the...
Betting on Haley – Part 2 Recap Two weeks ago, on Saturday morning, my friend Carly and I set into motion our bet on whether or not I could bed her little sister, Haley. I had caught Haley spying on us having sex a few weeks earlier which led to some debate between Carly and I. Carly thought Haley was a nosey little pest, as usual, and was going to use this as blackmail against her. Haley had been watching us for at least twenty minutes, I instantly saw her as a horny freshman who was...
Introduction: This is a sex parody to the show American Dad, where Steve winds up fucking his sister Haley, and his MILF of a mother Francine. (How it started) It was a quite day in the Smiths house due to the down pour of rain outside. Steve was playing video games, when he felt a surprising urge to jerk off. So Steve closed the door, whipped out a big tit Asians magazine, and got to business. Steve was in a deep jerk off session, and was about to climax. Steve started speeding up, when...
This is a continuing saga from the: IT JUST HAPPENED series. If you want more background before reading, then refer back to: It Just Happened, It Just Happened…. Again and It Just Happened….Again….And Again. The basic information from those stories is: Jim and Lucy have three grown daughters; all of them beautiful, and all of them married to older men. Each daughter had initially married someone their own age, only to replace them after a couple years with someone closer to their Dad's...
Deena’s turn: They did it! Married. I did it! Left Mom’s and moved in with Dad ‘n’ Haley. Momentous. That’s Dad rubbing off on me. Dad actually has a vocabulary and likes to use it. Exercise it. I get that from him and I get odd looks and little remarks from my contemporaries (another ‘Dad’ word, okay?) and sometimes strange looks from adults, especially my teachers. When Haley picked me up after school, she gave me the news. “Your mom talked with your dad. We’re supposed to go get you...
Haley was standing at the sink, washing a medium sized pot. Brandon watched her from the doorway of the kitchen. As she bent over to place the dinner plates in the bottom rack of the dishwasher, Brandon could see the bottom part of her derrière peeking out from under her very short shorts… desire filling his eyes… a burning urge developing in his groin. Brandon smiled, remembering the softness of Haley’s skin. How sexy her bottom felt whenever he made love to her. Haley was finishing up...
Bill’s turn: Okay, so the news today is that I went to work this morning knowing that in four days I’d be married. That’s not unheard of for a single guy my age, even where ‘single’ includes ‘divorced’. A bit further out on the curve, though, is the fact that the bride is sixteen and that last night we’d slept together, and this morning after I leave for work, she’s taking our car to go to school. And way out on the curve, we’ve been sleeping together for almost two years, and for most of...
‘There are so many really cool things about being in love, you know? You can have the best day imaginable with … nothing … just her. Just being alone with her pretty much makes everything okay,’ Jared said as he sat in the middle of the big round booth at Player’s Sport Bar & Grill. ‘Huh, oh. This does not sound good,’ Pete remarked as he entered and walked to the booth with Jared and Feldman. ‘It’s not, bro. J’s waxing philosophic about poon,’ Feldman replied. ‘Ouch! J, man, you gotta move...
Betting on Haley – Part 1 Skipping Class Two and a half weeks ago my friend Carly and I decided to skip a couple of afternoon classes and go get fries at the local café. I had recently been dumped by my longtime girlfriend and Carly thought I needed cheering up. Of course Carly, being the captain of our school cheerleader squad, was the perfect person to do that. By the end of that afternoon she found the perfect way to accomplish her goal, we ended up at her house getting naked. Needless...
Haley Forever Belladonna Chapter 1 Hal finished tying the shoe laces of his white and baby blue sneakers. As he finished readying himself with the cheap wig on his head, Hal's two coworkers came by his home and honked the car's horn. Hal grabbed his pompoms and his purse and headed for the door. The two men started to laugh as he walked out, to which Hal responded, "Hey, at least I look good in this." Hal's two coworkers made nearly obligatory derogatory remarks about...
"Wait Haley, I don't understand," April said. "What about the remote?" "My dad bought this super fancy, touch screen remote control," Haley replied. "And my mom is so frustrated because she can't figure out how to use it. So my dad said he could teach me to use it, and if I could learn, why couldn't she?" "O.K. So, what happened?" "My dad spent like 20 minutes teaching me how to use the thing. It is pretty complicated. I'm totally not surprised that my mom couldn't figure...
Bill’s turn: Flying is a sidebar right now. In a matter of months since I stepped onto the 3Sigma merry-go-round, it keeps spinning faster and faster. Still, though, it IS a merry-go-round, and is, therefore, by definition, ‘FUN’. “It’s fun,” I told Maddie as she brought me a Fed-Ex document envelope. “This one’s eight million dollars. We’ll make two after we buy and install.” She smiled. “Dad says a lot of things’re fun when they’re showing seven figures.” I smiled. “Even more fun when...
Deena’s turn: Deena’s horny. I’m in the car with Haley; this afternoon’s schedule calls for us to make a stop at the beautician for haircuts. Horny? I know myself. Two days before my period, that’s MY peak. Haley’s is a few days AFTER hers. Bill? We keep him pretty much worn down, but he’s at HIS horniest when he walks into the house after being out of town overnight. Oh, wait ... I’m supposed to be thinking about my academic progress and intersocial relationships or music and...
There are so many avenues that can lead to porn these days. People fall into the industry all the time. One of the more recent avenues to crop up is video game streaming.Twitter, Twitch, and TwatsYouth these days love to sit and watch other people play video games. I assume they were all younger siblings who never got to touch the controller and have now turned into video game cucks. It's weird how our youth can shape what turns us on later in life.Anytime I hear of a new activity, hobby, or...
Twitter Porn AccountsThe characters in this story are above the age of consent for their respective state.Thursday 6:15pmHaley Johnson's frown radiated from her face as she made her way back to the girls locker room. She had finished her softball practice, gotten showered and changed and headed out to the parking lot to meet up with her teammates to discuss the upcoming weekend's tournament. After nearly 45 minutes of gabbing about everything under the sun, everyone broke off and headed to their cars to leave....
Bill’s turn: On the road again. I knew that 3Sigma was going to be a different work environment. In the previous position I spent some time on the road, but it was at the request of my employer, and wasn’t that frequent. Now it was driving my own schedule. Oh, okay, there’re the phone calls from the guys in Alabama when they get a request from somebody in my area, and my area’s looking like a chunk of East Texas and Louisiana and heaven knows we’ve got a bucket-load of heavy industry as...
Bill’s turn: Major disruption in The Force. As if marrying a sixteen year old neighbor wasn’t enough. No, erase that. Haley and I knew we were destined for marriage as soon as she turned sixteen. It was a vow we’d made to each other almost two years ago. The major disruption is that my daughter moved away from her mom’s house. And she’s fourteen. And my wife’s best friend, if I take either of their word for it, and each has said so at different times. This is one of those times that I have...
Bill’s turn: By the time we got left on the apron back at our home airport, a lot of life had changed. First, I was now an engineer with 3Sigma Engineering. My first tasking was to locate suitable facilities for a branch office. Second, I was in possession of a pair of ‘almost’ college students. Possession? One daughter. One wife. Third, I was issued instructions to obtain my medical certificate preparatory to becoming a student pilot. That whole college thing for Haley and Deena,...
Bill’s turn: I walked into the office at my normal time, that is, half an hour before the ‘official’ start time. Hey, I’m a staff engineer with field functions, so I don’t exactly have to punch a timeclock. I just like to get there early enough to have a cup of coffee, talk with people as they come in, check my email, clean out my distribution box... And answer personal questions. “So, buddy, you actually DID it?” Chuck Reisner, another engineer, asked. “Yep. See? Appropriate jewelry.” I...
Deena’s turn: This happens pretty often. Haley and I get home after a day on campus. Some days we go to the office, others we come home. Today’s a ‘home’ day. Haley’s ‘little brother’ was in the yard when we pulled up. Naturally, he saw us, waved. “Haley, I wanna show you my report card!” “C’mon,” Haley yelled back. He visits us two or three times a week. Haley and I treat him like the little brother he is. Happily, he’s well behaved and adjusting to school quite well. We made a big...
15 year old Donald was seen sorta in between the 2 groups of the popular kids and the non popular kids he had friends in both groups but 2 special friends in the popular group. There names were izzy and haley. Donald had had an eye on these 2 girls since gr 8 when they had first meet but Donald couldn't tell which one he liked more. Until one day in gr 10 when he was walking down the halway and the 2 girls suddenly appeared next to him "oh hi Donald" said izzy "hi izzy, hi Haley what's...
Bill’s turn: Surprises. That’s what I need in my life. More surprises. Marrying Haley? Not a surprise. It’s going to happen. The little brown-haired darlin’ treats it as inevitable. Since she’s got me wrapped around her little finger, I guess it really is inevitable. She’s the one that broke the news to Deena in a roundabout manner. When I called Deena to talk with her about us getting married, she launched into me about what she’d heard at school. So, okay – daughter’s good with it....
Bill’s turn: Reputation. A lot of this business is about reputation, at least among us engineers and managers of engineers. You know somebody who’s going to do you a good job, that’s who you get. Get the bean-counters and the MBAs involved, though, and then you start talking about trying to get the bid low enough to get the job, and sometimes that’s at the expense of the good equipment in favor of the cheaper stuff, or cutting the cost of your contractors to where the good ones won’t even...
Haley’s turn: So as college students, Deena and I can FINALLY end up in some of the same classes. It was suggested that we take an elective or two, so we conferred and decided on biology. It’s a science, so there are right and wrong answers, not opinions, and both of us are interested and it’s already in progress. The professor starts to balk until Doctor Seavers explains why it is that she’s getting two students starting a semester in progress and neither of the students is old enough to...
Bill’s turn: Well, THAT was fun. Food poisoning. I have isolated a likely error in a roadside stand – one of those food trucks – that I was told had THE definitive taco. Or not. Doesn’t matter. It hit me hard. Hundred and three temperature, my body’s still achy overall. First time I spent away from my girls that wasn’t job-related. I don’t like it. I spent the night drifting, achy, in the hospital. I was released Monday morning, transported home, Haley driving, Deena updating the network...
Still Bill’s turn: Doctor Seavers raised an eyebrow. “I accept your premise, Miss Haley...” “Mizz,” she said, showing her wedding band. I’m thinking that just maybe Haley’s feisty side might be less than profitable here. “Yes. I apologize. But accepting your premise, would you be up to a little examination by our own faculty, just to validate Auburn’s findings?” Okay ... Here comes Haley the Berzerker now, swinging a war hammer. “Yessir. Bring it on. But let’s make it interesting. If I...
Bill’s turn: Deena’s comment about fourteen year old girls startled me. “Huh?” “Cindy was fourteen when she got married, Dad...” “We could’ve gotten married before I turned sixteen, baby,” Haley said, “just like Nikki did. Or Cindy. If we’d’ve convinced a judge...” “Ewwww!” Deena squeaked. I glanced over. The eyes didn’t match the squeal. I get the feeling that just maybe my daughter might believe that her stepmom and I might have had relations before she turned sixteen. Another...
Deena’s turn: So we’re home. Haley and I are doing some class work, Dad’s fixing a toilet that needs fixing before we move to the new house. “We’ve talked with Sandy about it,” I said. “We just never came out and said we’re all doin’ it together.” “I know,” Haley replied. “Leaves her room to think what she wants. Or not.” “Well, honestly, our conversation didn’t leave a lot of room for suspicion.” “She’s still our friend. I mean, she could pull back, but she comes over here all the...
Bill’s turn: I’m lying in bed in circumstances I only dreamed of vaguely in my hormone-pumped adolescence, a naked teen cutie on either side of me. The only reason we weren’t sticky was that we’d licked and sucked each other clean. “You’re thinking, aren’t you, baby?” the brown-headed one asks me. The silent one nestled again my chest on the other side is blonde, and her hand is idly fondling my depleted dick. “I am...” Deena exhaled. “Lemme guess ... You’re in the aftermath of orgasm,...
Mizz Patel’s turn: “Thank you, Doctor Seavers, for allowing me this visit,” I said. I know, this sounds so deferential. My mother drilled into me that a little subservience is often the key to opening doors, so I determined from previous conversation with this man that it would be a good approach. What do I gain? Position. Certainly not for ME. My position within Auburn University is set. I am comfortable, my reputation enhanced by the fact that some of the students I recruited, the...
Deena’s turn: Sometimes you just have to take a deep breath and be an adult, even if you’re only fourteen. We have Sandy with us. And a hotel with a king-sized bed, and nobody offered to put anybody up for the night in the Auburn community, so there’s Bill, sounding all apologetic. “I’m sorry. I must’ve clicked the wrong button when I made the reservation. You DO have a room with two queen beds, don’t you?” “Yessir, we do,” the desk clerk said. “Same price. I see you have one of our...
Bill’s turn: Okay, I have to admit it. That whole trip was an interesting experience. The fact that for the trip home, I was ordered into the pilot’s seat of a light plane at the instruction of an eighteen year old redhead with a doctorate in physics just added to the whole surreal experience. Okay, she’s a CUTE redhead, and listening to her speak assuages any fears you’ve ever had about geniuses being socially inept. The fact the two girls in the rear seat, my wife and my daughter, look...
Haley’s turn: We’re back home and I’m sitting in Bill’s recliner, smelling HIS cologne and ... What have I done? I pledged myself to Bill, for better or worse, et cetera. And I have had sex with his daughter. Had. SEX. With somebody who WASN’T Bill. I need to think. Can’t. Got Deena with me. Deena, who is my best friend. Okay, that’s not bad. Stepdaughter. Kind of odd, but not bad. And lover. Bad. What the hell happened to me? Never in my life have I had the least bit of interest in...
Deena’s turn: If what Haley and I have done is incest, because we’re half-sisters, we argue that it’s not quite the same because we weren’t raised together as sisters. That specifically presents a quandary to me. I want Bill. Yes, I know he’s ‘Dad’. Been ‘Dad’ all my life, you know. But speaking from the standpoint of DNA, he’s NOT Dad. And what should it matter anyway? It’s not like if he and I started fucking (I hate that word. Can I say ‘making love’?) that I can get pregnant from him....
Bill’s turn: Guys, as a general rule, don’t get much out of weddings. This one’s slightly different than a lot of them. First off, no ‘princess for a day’ trying to emulate the nuptials of British royalty. Second, it’s got this age disparity. No, I’m not denigrating that. I have one of those myself and I’m standing next to Dan Richards, who married a fourteen year old. I might’ve been sleeping with a fourteen year old, but we married when she turned sixteen. Now I’m sleeping with another...
Bill’s turn: Did anyone ever explain to you that a power plant is noisy and hot? The thing is, there’s a lot of big machinery running, lots of electrical power being generated, which all has to go through conductors, transformers, and control devices. Any time you push current through conductors, you get heat, and big power means big heat, both the waste from the energy going in and losses from the energy going out. And nobody in his right mind would try to cool that mess down to acceptable...
Bill’s turn: Cindy’s words – “Deena. What are you gonna do with that?” came back up in my head when I was back in the office. There’s a sheaf of drawings for a project. Can’t help it. Huge monitor on my desk, but there’s just something about that stack of paper and penciled notes. And time to think. Deena. The ‘Deena’ who still calls me ‘Dad’ even in the middle of sex, either just the two of us or in the midst of a no-holds-barred threesome. The Deena whom I love in so many ways, my almost...
Haley’s turn: We went inside, put the stack of bills on Dad’s ‘business’ desk, and scooted together on the sofa to open the envelope we thought to hold a discovery of our genetic code. We expected that I’m the outsider and Deena and Bill are related – father and daughter, you know... That makes sense. It’s the universe as we understand it. Apparently our knowledge of the universe was the same as the Catholic Church’s understanding of the universe when they faced Galileo. We’re holding...
Deena’s turn: I love my life. I walk across a college campus. I’m fourteen. I’m supposed to be in middle school with five hundred ‘peers’ on a middle school campus. There, I was one of the herd. Here, I’m a standout. Just before Christmas break, and word has gotten out about the little blonde girl who pops around campus. It’s giggle worthy, though, in a lot of ways. First, I get hit on. College guys, according to Dad, will screw anything, and they’ll lie and prevaricate and promise in...
Bill’s turn: Things are getting strange. When you understand that I’m starting from a place where I live in a household with my sixteen year old wife and her best friend, my fourteen year old daughter, and we call that ‘normal’, then ‘strange’ takes on new impact. Now it’s academic. Not ‘academic’ as a descriptive term to denote something that doesn’t affect reality, but rather ‘academic’ as in pertaining to education. I considered myself to be pretty smart. I mean, I AM an engineer, and...
"OY KALUM!!!!!" Daniel shouted as he raced to meet me in the playground. "What? Arse-Clown!" I replied jokingly. I noticed the clouds threatening to rain, Daniel had picked up on this too, we headed over to English block and up the stairs. I was a quite chubby 15 year old at the time. Short brown hair ,cut by my dad. School uniform, a little short as money wasn’t very good at home. Daniel, on the other hand he was a tall 17 year old, thin but muscular. He wore his own clothes, as...
Haley’s turn: “Go slow, Deena,” I told her after Bill left for work. We have nine o’clock classes on campus, so we have a little time alone in the house. “We are. I am. We’ve been our own nudist colony for a week. I don’t think I’m getting to him.” “You’re not ‘sposed to get to ‘im,” I said. “We talked. He’s still in ‘dad’ mode with you. We’re all getting relaxed about being nude.” “Yeah,” she replied sadly. “He didn’t get hard once last night. Unless I count that particularly relaxed...
Deena’s turn: So we’re on a little excursion. “Looking at some land,” Bill said. “Land?” Haley asked. “We’ve talked about building a house, but really? Land?” “It used to be a crop service.” “Like crop-DUSTING?” I asked. “Yep. Old guy shut the business down when he and the equally old guys got overtaken by technology.” “Technology? What technology?” I asked. “His dad started the business after World War II with a bunch of war surplus Stearman biplanes. Guys bought complete, flying...
Bill’s turn: The boss is coming. Well, 1.5 bosses. And Dan Richards is among equals, he being one of the three that started 3Sigma, according, as the story goes, to an idea brewed up in the first meeting of Cindy and Tina. And of course, we DO have a CEO, Anders Solheim, father of Johanna, father-in-law to Stoney Jackson, one of our engineers. Silly place – other than calling Anders CEO, the place has NO titles among the engineering staff, making me one among equals. The “0.5” is Cindy,...
Sam knew he had something special. Magic. Real magic in the form of eleven condoms. With them he could fuck any woman he wanted. There were stipulations of course. Rereading the instructions on the box Sam realized he likely hadn’t knocked up Mindy the day before. The impregnation spell, ritual, whatever, was pretty straight forward. “One must maintain eye contact with said sexual partner until climax.” Sam read out loud from the back of the box. “To invoke the condoms fertility charm one...
Note : This story is completely fictional! My name is Brad. For my junior year of High School I transferred from Public School to my sister’s Private School where she was a senior. My sister Haley was without doubt the most popular girl at my new school. She was exactly the type of person everyone wanted to know; smart, , funny, and incredibly sexy. Everyone seemed to be unable to get enough of talking to her, and of course the guys loved looking at her. She was 18 years old, 5’6”, had dark...
Incestme and haley live in the same city we live across town and we see each other about once every 2 weeks and every chance i have gotten to look at her ass as we were growing up i took i have a very deep fetish for panties which i think haley started when i would see her dirty panties in her room of her house one time i had been told by my mom that there whole family was going out of town my aunt and uncle to new york and my cousin to some church trip so i thought it would be the perfect...
The light was down, but he could still see the pink tones in her sweater. Her blonde hair sprawled out on his bed, her lipstick slightly smeared. John looked at her exposed stomach, the rhinestone strawberry glittering in the dim light on her navel. He wanted to feel her stomach all the way to her breasts. Stacey grabbed his shirt and pulled John down to lie on top of her. John’s cell vibrated in his pocket and Stacey made a pouty face. Disgusting, he thought. Wasn’t an 18-year-old too old for...
Haley’s turn: It was a nice office. I’ve walked into a few offices at school, like our guidance counselor’s office. Big desk. Person sitting behind it. Position of authority is demonstrated and settled by first impression. I guess it makes some people more comfortable that way. Not this one. Short, Indian (from INDIA) lady in a dress that was elegant in understatement on her. She came from around her desk, hugged Cindy like a daughter, then turned to me. “I am Doctor Aneeta Patel. Cindy...
Bill’s turn: “Dave Johnson. Can I help you?” the disembodied voice on the phone said. “Maybe. This is Bill Simon.” “Hey, Bill! How’s it going? I’m sorry. I didn’t program you as a contact...” “That’s okay. You probably got tired of me trying to recruit you.” “It’s flattering. What’s up?” “Uh ... Dave, guys don’t usually do this, but I have some relationship questions...” “Haley?” “Yeah...” “Oh gosh, Bill ... Sorry to hear...” “No, no ... It’s just, well, different...” “Wanna get a...
Haley’s turn: Bill’s at work. Deena’s inside the FBO office with her laptop. Me? I’m walking around this airplane, getting ready for a flying lesson. The instructor’s NOT watching me do this part. He’s seen me do it, asked a lot of questions. Knows I’m good with this part. I’m wrapping up the exercise when he’s walking up. “Ready to go?” he asked. “Looks good now. Dunno about after the lesson.” Matt’s been pretty good at this. We’re flying a Cessna 172. It’s about as simple a four-seater...
Deena’s turn: “No, Mom, I’m not mad. I just wonder what’s going on. I mean, we were doing every other weekend. I plan around that.” “Did it mess you up?” “Uh, no, I guess not. We went sailing with some friends. They have a boat...” She sighed, loud enough to let me know that this was drama for my sake. “Flying. Sailing. College. Dammit, Deena...” “It’s not a competition, Mom,” I said. “Really. You’re my mom. I love you. Mommies’re forever...” “Baby...” “Mommmm...” with just a hint of a...
Bill’s turn: Sometimes I think that a big bit of enjoyment in my life is just seeing what’s gonna happen next. Like the new airfield. That’s becoming the new office. That’s becoming the new homesite. All that sort of makes sense. Except for the fact that OUR local office will be located at the airfield, the mode is much like the Alabama operation. So what happens next? Somebody brings in an old biplane. Then somebody comes and takes the old biplane away. And Dan Richards and I are talking...
Deena’s turn: I’m in a video session with Rachel over the progress with our new hand. It’s sitting on a mount on the lab bench, a bowl of candy in front of it, mixture of M&Ms, jelly beans and spice drops. Three different candies, all colored, but the average two year old can choose one over the other. The hand’s reaching into the bowl, picking up a candy, depositing it into one of the three bowls set off to the side. “It DOES know...” she said. “How?” “Color’s optical, natch,” I...