Recently Divorced Sister
September 8, 2015
I remember that night in July like it was yesterday. My sister and her husband had separated and I had been helping her with projects around the house like the yard mowing, landscaping and maintenance. I would drive up on Friday night and stay until Sunday afternoon most of the time. She lived about seventy miles away and it was a great place to get away. Plus, I was single, so I didn’t really have anything better to do. I figured I could do most anything she needed done better and cheaper than anyone she could find in town. She had a nice, small house way out in the country, miles away from “civilization.”
I had been up there to help with things three weekends in a row until one Friday night, everything changed. I pulled up to her house about seven-thirty that evening and she greeted me outside as usual. Usually her greeting also came with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but this time she kissed me on the lips. Not a quick kiss either; this one lasted for a few seconds. Mildly startled, I backed up for a minute and wondered what had just happened. She just laughed and said, “My, aren’t we a little bashful this evening.” I almost felt the redness of my face as it blushed out of control. “I just wasn’t expecting that,” I said. “What’s so wrong with a sister kissing her brother?” she continued. I guess she was right; it did seem harmless. We went inside for a nice steak dinner she had fixed.
After dinner we sat on the couch and watched TV for awhile. We were both drinking cold Heinekens to break the heat of the awful summer weather. By ten o’clock, we were both getting a little buzz going. All of a sudden my sister reached over, grabbed me, and kissed me passionately on the lips. Again, I was startled. Being a bit intoxicated though, I leaned over and returned the favor. She smiled and stood up in front of me. I had never really thought of her in a sexual way, but I couldn’t keep from noticing what a gorgeous body she had. Firm tits and an ass to die for, she stood there in a pair of skin- tight jeans and a short little T-shirt that showed off her cute little belly button. She had long dark brown hair and a light complexion. We were eight years apart in age; I was twenty-three, she was thirty-one. “You seem awful surprised by those kisses; would you like another surprise?” she playfully said. I was already too far gone to turn back now. “Go for it,” I suggested.
Loving My Step Dad
August 14, 2015
It was late when I stepped off the bus and all I could think of was the quickest way of getting to my bed. I’d been on the bus for 38 hours and I couldn’t wait to see my mom’s face. It had been ten months since I was last home. I’d been 17 when I left, on my way to college with a full scholarship and now I’d finished my freshman year and was coming home for the summer. I’d grown up a lot during the last year. Not only was I 18 now, but I was more independent and I’d gained a lot of confidence. My body had changed a bit too. I’d been a late developer and involved in many sports. I’d also worked hard on the farm. The last year I hadn’t had as much exercise as I was used to so I’d started filling out and developing a softer, more feminine shape. When I’d left I’d been able to walk around without a bra, with my tits being a very small B-cup. Now they were filling out a C-cup and I’d bought some really nice lingerie to suit my new figure.
Mom wasn’t there, but a quick glance at my watch told me that we were a bit early, so I sat down on a bench and pulled my shirt off. A year up north had almost made me forget how hot and humid it got at home. The bus driver asked me if I was OK. I told him yes, my mom would be along any minute. The bus pulled out and I watched its lights disappear in a cloud of dust.
Ten minutes later I started getting worried. Where could mom be? She knew I was coming today. Then I finally heard the sound of a truck down the road and as the headlights came closer I realised that it was mom’s truck. She was just delayed. The truck made a U-turn and pulled up next to me and I saw that it was my step dad driving. He jumped out of the truck and hugged me tight.
“Shawna,” he said and kissed me. “It’s so great to have you home again.”
“Hi Bill,” I replied and smiled at him. “Where’s mom?”
“Now don’t worry, but she had to go away. Tommy’s had an accident in California and his boss got your mom an airline ticket to go to him at the hospital.”
Tommy was my older brother. He’d moved to California when he left high school and he was working as a truck driver.
“How serious is it?” I was so worried. I hadn’t seen Tommy in four years, but we spoke on the phone regularly and I loved him.
“It’s pretty serious sweetheart,” Bill replied. “But your mom called me just before I left to pick you up, and she says that he’s out of immediate danger. It’s going to be a long time before he’s fully recovered so your mom is going to have to stay there for a while, maybe all summer.”
It suddenly dawned on me. “We can’t afford for me to go, can we?” I asked.
Bill shook his head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. And with your mom gone it’s not going to be much of a vacation for you, I’ll need you to work with me on the farm.”
I suddenly saw my lazy summer drift away. Well, I felt like a grownup, now I had to prove it. I smiled at Bill.
“Well Bill, with all the extra weight I’ve put on this year, maybe some hard work will be just the thing to get me back in shape.”
Bill’s eyes trawled across my body and he smiled. “You’ve filled out very nicely Shawna. You look like a real woman now. Let’s hope these don’t go away though.”
He touched my tits lightly and opened the passenger door for me. For a moment I couldn’t move as I felt a bolt of lightning from my tit to the pit of my stomach. I’d never felt anything like that before. I’d dated several boys at college and we’d kissed and cuddled, but I’d never felt that I wanted to go any further with any of them.
Bill and I sat in silence as we drove home. I was aware that his eyes kept focusing on my thighs and my tits and I could feel myself getting moist. How could this be? Bill was my step dad. He’d lived with my mom for ten years and he was the only dad I’d ever had. Sure, he was a lot younger than mom, only 31, but still. I had to fight my urges.
I went straight to bed in my old room when we got to the house and didn’t wake up until Bill came in the next morning and told me to go milk the cows. The next few days were easy to get through. I didn’t have any time to think of Bill in any other way than normal. I was working flat out every day and in the evenings I was too tired to do anything than go straight to bed. On the evening of my fourth day at home my mom called and told us she’d be in California for at least two more months, she might not make it back before I had to go back to college. I was sad that I wasn’t going to see my mom, but I promised her I’d take care of everything at home for her.
The next morning I rode out to fix a fence and the heat was worse than anything I remembered. It was close to lunchtime when I started heading home. I soon passed a small woodland area and I quickly decided that I needed a break. Tommy and I used to go swimming in there when we were kids and a nice, cool dip was just what I needed now.
I reached the little lake and it looked so tempting. In the past I’d always swam in my underwear, but there was nobody around so I decided to go skinny dipping. I dove in and the cool water immediately had an effect on my hot body. I could feel my nipples harden and I felt really alive. I swam for a while and then I went to lie down on the grass and catch a bit of sun on my pale body before I continued with my chores.
The Slut Before Christmas
July 27, 2015
Ellie looked at the last remaining guests in the bar. It was getting late and she was tired. She was wondering why these people weren’t at home with their families on Christmas Eve. Why would anyone choose to spend Christmas in a motel in the middle of nowhere? She had no choice. Her dad owned the motel and she’d been the receptionist/bartender since graduating high school half a year earlier. She sighed longingly as she thought about the exciting first semester her old friends had had at college, but there’d been no money to send Ellie to college. Since her mother had died she’d had to take over running the motel with her dad. It was just the two of them now.
An hour later she closed the door behind her and entered the family’s private quarters. Her dad and uncle were parked on the couch, watching some movie.
“Hi beautiful,” said Uncle Trevor.
“Hi Uncle Trev,” replied Ellie. “Whatcha watching?”
“Some old movie,” he replied. “Come over here and sit with us, I haven’t seen you for such a long time. You’re getting more and more beautiful every time I see you.”
Ellie laughed and parked herself between her dad and uncle. Uncle Trevor was her father’s older brother and he was a long distance truck driver. He was usually gone for months on end. He placed his arm around her shoulders and she was happy to rest against him. It had been a long day.
The three of them chatted as her dad flicked through the channels, trying to find something better to watch. All of a sudden, Uncle Trevor called out that he loved the movie that her dad had just flicked past and he went back to it. Ellie didn’t recognise it and she thought the acting was terrible, but she watched it nevertheless. She enjoyed hanging out with her dad and Uncle Trevor and tomorrow she was going to cook them all a wonderful Christmas lunch.
The couple on the screen started kissing passionately and the woman was rubbing herself against the man’s erection. Ellie started getting uncomfortable watching this with her dad and uncle. She’d had sex a few times with her ex-boyfriend and it wasn’t anything she’d particularly enjoyed. She wanted to get off the couch and do something else, but Uncle Trev’s arm held her firmly in place and she didn’t want to make a scene. Then the woman on the TV went down on her knees and started sucking the man’s cock.
“Oh yeah, suck it bitch!” Ellie heard her father say and she was shocked to hear those words coming out of his mouth.
“Lose the shirt, whore!” Uncle Trevor added. “We wanna see those tits!”
It was as though the woman on screen had heard him. Still sucking on the by now enormous cock, she pulled her shirt off and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were the biggest that Ellie had ever seen.
“Oh, look at those melons,” dad cheered. “I wouldn’t mind titty fucking them!”
“Yeah, but they’re all fake,” Uncle Trevor contested. “They’re nothing compared with the real thing.”
“But who do you know who’s got real double-D tits?”
“Nobody, that’s for sure. But I’ve seen our little Ellie’s bras,” Uncle Trevor turned to his blushing niece. She’d always been embarrassed by her big tits. “I bet you’re all natural, baby.”
“Of course she is,” dad replied.
“Ellie, baby,” Uncle Trevor said. “Take your top off so that your daddy and I can compare your natural tits with the silicon rack on screen.”
Ellie started protesting, this was not right. She shouldn’t be stripping for her dad and uncle.
“Be a good girl, El,” dad encouraged her. “Take your shirt off.”
Ellie slowly unbuttoned her shirt, but left her bra on.
“Mmmmm, beautiful,” Uncle Trevor smiled. “Now lose the bra so that I can really see how beautiful you are.”
Being a Slut For Uncle
June 13, 2015
Donna was driving home for a well earned break. It was her first year working after getting her degree and she hadn’t really had a break since July. She’d taken 2 weeks off to go to the Caribbean with her boyfriend, but the jerk had dumped her last week and changed her ticket to his new girlfriend’s name. She decided that she wanted some normality for a couple of days so this morning she got into her car and started driving the 400 miles home. When she came home she was shocked to see her parents loading their suitcases into the back of a cab.
“Dad,” she called out. “Where are you going?”
“Donna!” her father was surprised to see her. “I thought you were in the Caribbean with that boyfriend of yours.”
“No, we broke up, so I decided to come home.”
“I wish you’d told us sooner,” said her mother who’d joined them. “We just booked a last minute deal to Florida.”
After a few minutes of goodbyes, Donna was alone in her parents’ house. And rather than having a good home cooked meal she’d ordered a pizza as the fridge was empty. When the pizza arrived she changed into her satin pyjamas and settled in front of the TV. All of a sudden the entire house went black. She looked out of the window and could see that the neighborhood was still lit up, so it couldn’t be a power cut. She picked up the phone and called her uncle. He answered after a few rings.
“Uncle Greg, it’s me, Donna,” she said. “I’m at the house and the power just went, but all the neighbors still have theirs.”
Her uncle told her that he’d be right over. Donna checked herself out in the mirror. There was only very little light coming in from the street, but it was enough for her to giggle with satisfaction. Her minimal satin pyjamas didn’t leave much to the imagination. She had heavy, but firm, tits that stretched the satin in the camisole top. Her round ass cheeks were partially visible in the minimal shorts bottoms. Her pierced bellybutton and flat stomach were visible, as were her shapely thighs. Uncle Greg was a hottie and she looked forward to teasing him.
While away at university, Donna had realized the power her big tits and sexy body had over men, and she had on several occasions used sexual favors as a bargaining tool. It had been very useful, not at least on that one course she almost failed before she fucked the professor and got an A. Since starting her job she’d found that a liberal sexual attitude could be a great asset in the business world as well, earning her a promotion after several late nights alone in the office with her boss.
Soon she saw Uncle Greg’s car pull up on the driveway and she opened the door for him. It didn’t take him long to get the power back on. He returned to the kitchen with a smile.
“Your dad didn’t tell me that you were going to be here,” he said and stopped, staring at his scantily clad niece who was perched on the kitchen counter.
“Yeah, it was a spur of the moment decision,” she smiled, crossing her legs so that she showed off her thigh and one of her naked butt cheeks.
“Well,” Uncle Greg cleared his throat. “I ought to get back to Mary and the kids now. I didn’t have time to finish my dinner when you called.”
“That’s no problem!” Donna jumped off the counter and skipped to the living room where she’d left the pizza, knowing full well that her tits were bouncing wildly as she ran past her confused uncle. “Come with me, I have more pizza than I’ll ever eat.”
Uncle Greg followed her into the living room.
“I don’t think I should stay,” he said, sounding insecure.
“Nonsense! Aunt Mary will have cleared up after you now and I have plenty of food here. It’ll give us a chance to catch up since I haven’t seen you since last summer. Come on, Uncle Greg, come and chat with your favorite niece.”
Uncle Greg finally gave in and sat next to Donna. For the next fifteen minutes they ate the pizza and chatted about things that neither one of them would remember the next day. Donna could tell that Uncle Greg was trying real hard not to stare at her tits, but his eyes kept jumping back to them. She was close to a natural DD-cup now and her nipples stood out like grapes on top of jelly mounds. She looked at his crotch. There didn’t seem to be much available space in his jeans. She wondered how big Uncle Greg’s cock was, he’d always had an impressive bulge.
May 29, 2015
At the beginning part of last summer, Hubby and I were going out to meet some friends for dinner. Hubby had been pressing me to wear something really sexy, as the wife of the other couple was notorious for wearing low cut dresses and short skirts. She was a few years younger than me and carried it off rather well if not a little sluttish at times. I on the other hand was more conservative. Hubby said he loved the way I looked and wished I would dress a lot sexier. He said he loved the way men would look me up and down and besides, Joyce was going to wear something sexy, she always did.
Well, I figured why not? I was tired of his constant nagging and besides, even though Joyce was a few years younger, I thought I looked just as good as she, and my tits were bigger!
When I walked out of our bedroom, ready to go, Hubby’s jaw dropped! I had my blond hair piled up high on my head, and had put on a dark green and black floral wrap. I had bought it in Key West one summer as a beach wrap, but thought the material far too delicate to get salt and sand on. I had tied it between my breasts and pulled it down to show a lot of cleavage. The material was thin enough that my hard nipples clearly showed through. If I walked slowly, the long wrap kept me well covered. I pulled the wrap open for Hubby to flash him and let him see that underneath I had on black thigh high stockings and black thong panties! I felt very sexy and sluttish and Hubby approved as his cock was clearly threatening to burst from his trousers.
Kevin, our son had moved from home a few years earlier and moved to another state, and the only child left at home was Lisa, our 18 year old daughter. Lisa had just graduated high school and would start college in the fall. As we went to leave I could see Lisa sitting out by the pool sunning and reading a book.
Hubby and I went to a supper club to meet our friends, but after a couple of drinks later waiting for them, Hubby’s cell phone range and our friends were canceling, an unexpected problem at work would force a change in plans. It was still early, only just 7 p.m., and neither Hubby nor I was particularly hungry. Hubby loved showing me off in my wrap, but I was tired and wanted to just go home and order pizza and relax. Hubby very reluctantly agreed and for home we went.
Hubby was first in the house and stopped suddenly in the den. He was staring out our patio door and as I came up behind him I could see what stopped him dead in his tracks. Our daughter Lisa was now joined by the pool boy, a young black man, and they were doing some very heavy kissing. Hubby and I stood there and watched for what seemed several minutes, then the young man fished one of Lisa’s ample breasts from her bikini top and Hubby and I both sort of gasped as we watched that black hand caressing our daughter’s white breast. In a matter of moments Lisa’s top and bottoms were completely off. I found myself getting very aroused as I watched my young daughter enjoying the kisses and caresses of this black man. Hubby finally was able to break out of his trance when the young man was sucking one of Lisa’s nipples and had begun fingering her pussy.
May 2, 2015
It was my turn to host the boys for the night, what started out as a poker night has turned into group orgies. Tonight though, I have a treat for them, rather then the usual wives or girlfriends I am going to share with them Kelly, she is my princess, my 21 year old daughter. Kelly is an absolute knockout at 168cm and 52kg, her 34c bust suits her body type. The long wavy dark brown hair and large hazel eyes and thick dark eye lashes contrast perfectly with her light skin colour. Kelly oozes sexuality from her plump red lips begging to be kissed, to her smooth skin.
Kelly is aware of what is going to happen tonight, she has watched her mother being shared amongst the guys and approached us seeking approval to be a fuck toy, she begged to be used by the guys, and explained how much she wants to feel a hard cock filling her ass, while another fucks her mouth, she wasn’t deterred when I told her that all three holes will be fucked at once, I think she may have had an orgasm from that very thought.
As per the usual routine when I host, I sat in the lounge room naked waiting for Jason and Garry to arrive, we have been friends since high-school and regally get together for these fuck sessions, Kelly waited in her room naked waiting for the guys to arrive, the plan was that she would walk down into the lounge shortly after they arrived.
“Hey James,” both Garry and Jason called as they walked in the house.
“In here guys,” I responded.
Both Jason and Garry joined me the lounge, they removed their cloths and sat watching the porno I had playing on the telley.
“Where’s Lisa?” Jason asked looking around the room.
“Lisa’s not here tonight,” I held back my grin.
“What?” Garry asked.
On queue Kelly walked down the stairs, I could see her but neither Jason nor Garry could. I simply pointed up to her; both guys swung their heads around and watched as Kelly slowly walked down the stairs. Her nipples while erect looked tiny inside her large dark areolas; Kelly trimmed her pubic hair to leave only a thin strip of hair. Both Jason and Garry looked to me for some guidance.
“Kelly has kindly offered her services for the night boys,” I couldn’t hold back my joy.
“Fuck me!” both exclaimed.
“No, fuck me,” Kelly responded as she walked right into the room.
My Mom and My Sister
April 17, 2015
My plane stopped and everyone tried to be the first off, so I sat back and scanned the crowd at the window. There was Sara, she had changed in the last 3 years and the only reason that I could recognize her was from the beautiful hair color and the dress that she told me she would have on. The dress was easy to spot, it was custom made for me overseas. I had the tailors in Hong Kong make two each of several dress’s, one for Mom and one for Sara. Mom was at work and in the middle of a major deal and told me that she would make up for not be able to pick me up at the Airport.
The crowded had thinned considerable and I stood up, grabbed my carry on and deplaned. As soon as I stepped through the entrance way Sara was wrapping her arms tightly around me and crying, “Oh god, your home at last, Mom and I have missed you more than you can imagine.”
I kissed her on the cheek and extracted myself, not daring to touch her yet, I asked her to get the car and bring it around to baggage pick-up. I would meet her there. She gave me a funny look, then a light went on in her eyes and she smiled and walked off. Grabbing my luggage and placing it in the truck of Sara’s car I then open the passenger side door and climbed in. Sara put the car in gear and headed home. I turned and looked at Sara and was amazed how she had filled out since I had left for military duty. She had grown only a couple of inch’s taller, but at least 4 inch’s across her bust line and advanced several cup size’s. Her waist was still narrow with hips that were an ass mans dream. Her dress was high enough to see that I could see she had hose and garters on instead of pantyhose. I was getting a raging hard on just from looking at her.
Reaching one hand over to stroke my bulging crotch, she smiled impishly and said, “Mom wants you to call her as soon as you get in the house. Also, no playing around until Mom is home and can join us.”
As soon as my bags were upstairs and emptied I grabbed the phone and dialed the bank, Mom answered the phone, “Wendy Jones, Vice-president, May I help you?”
“Congratulations on the new position Mom,” I replied, “Is this phone private”
“Yes it is,” she answered back. “Well,” I began, “I have a friend of yours that hasn’t seen you in three years. He wants to know if your pussy still gets wet when he pokes his head in.”
“Oh, god,” she gasped out, “I’ll be there in thirty minutes, don’t do anything at all, and I do mean anything, until I get there.”
Sister Massage and Sex
March 11, 2015
Hey sis! Whatcha doin?” I ask her after barging into her room in my boxers.
“Studying,” she grumbles. She looks incredible, lying flat on her stomach on her Queen-sized bed in a tight pink shirt and light blue-jean short shorts, textbooks and papers sprawled out on the blanket. “I’ve got a huge test tomorrow night.” She was only in her second year of college, and hated it. I was just starting my first and hadn’t grown to hate it yet.
“Why don’t you study tomorrow afternoon then?”
“I’ve got too much to do in one day. I’ve already been studying for three hours and I’m not even close to finished.”
“Aww, you look stressed.” I move some of her books over and sit behind her on her pillow. “How about a massage?”
“Ah, that would be so nice bro.” I take her heavenly feet and rest them in my lap, tenderly massaging her high arches, the pads of her feet, and her perfect heels, her smooth, creamy skin soft to the touch. My boxers fill with lust. I lift her foot up to my face and lick from her middle toe, up her arch to her heel, savoring the sweet taste of her skin.
“What are you doing?” she asks sternly, a tinge of confusion in her angelic voice.
“How about a back rub?” I ask, changing the subject. I quickly kneel by her left hip, pressing firmly on the small of her back with my fingers, slowly working my way up her back.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she purrs. “But you’re making it hard to study!”
“So how about you take a break?” I suggest, closing the textbook in front of her face and moving it to the side, making sure to keep her pencil inside so she wouldn’t lose her page. “Do you have any oil or lotion?”
“Um, yeah, second drawer in my nightstand.”
I crawl over her and pull out a bottle of sweet almond oil, then loosely straddle her hips, lifting up her top.
“Can you take off your shirt? I don’t want it to get all oily.”
She does so, placing it under her chin like a pillow, her arms spread with her hands folded under the shirt. I undo her hot-pink strapless bra, completely uncovering her flawless back and slender shoulders. I brush her rich brown hair to the side, her head turned to the left with her cheek on her makeshift pillow, her caring brown eyes closed. I pour a good amount of oil on the middle of her back, rubbing it in firmly along her spine, across her flexed shoulder blades.
“Ohhh, that feels so good,” she moans, her voice low and sexy. “Right there honey, oh yeah…”
I keep lovingly massaging her back, taking pleasure in hers, trying to find every knot that ailed her.
“How about the front now?” I ask softly.
Marks Sister Michelle
February 8, 2015
My buddy Mark and I have been friends for a long time. We’ve been thru a lot together, and have done a lot. Up till last Saturday, though, I wouldn’t have believed what happened could happen. I started going out with his sister Michelle about five months ago. His Dad Married her Mom about twenty years ago, and they became brother and sister that way, when he was 14 and she was 10. Mark’s 34 now, and I am 32.
Ever since I had known Michelle, she was a total slut. But she had a nice body on her, straight blonde hair and large tits. I decided I wanted a crack at Michelle, so I began turning up the charm whenever she was around, and eventually, we got together. Michelle is great as a fuck-mate, cuz she will do so much more than other women. I don’t know if it comes from the fucked-up life she had with her Mom before she married Mark’s dad or what, but she just looks like the kind of girl you wanna treat with disrespect. I have taken pictures of Michelle, in different outfits, and doing things like sucking my knob, or fingering herself. And we have sometimes watched pornos together and re-enacted what was on the screen.
Anyway, since her brother Mark and I have been buddies longer than I have known her, Mark still comes over to my apartment a lot, whether Michelle is there with me or not. Sometimes he sleeps over too. I remember one morning when Michelle came out to the living room wearing only her robe, her white cotton panties, and a beat-up old white tanktop. Her top was showing a lot of cleavage, which both me and Mark could see while we ate breakfast to try and get rid of the hangover we worked up the night before. Mark says to her, “Hey, Michelle—show us your tits, eh?” Michelle told him to fuck off, and called him a pervert, but later when she took off the robe and put on clothes for the day, she wore the very same top, with a pair of faded denim cutoffs. Man, her tits were very visible, hanging there in her old white tanktop! You could practically see the entire shape of her tits, as if she had shown Mark her knockers. I let her wear it, since I liked the way her tits looked in them, too, and who cares if her brother got a look at ‘em too, right? I was the one who got to feel them. I remember really wanting to fuck Michelle that afternoon. I got her while she was in the bathroom, putting on make-up. I began to run my hand up in between her tits, under her shirt, feeling them up royally, and kissing her face and mouth. I ended up pulling her shorts down, pulling her tanktop up, and fucking her on the bathroom carpet, while her brother watched Star Trek: The Next Generation out in my living room.
But the real interesting stuff started happening after I got the satellite dish installed. Mark and I always enjoyed watching pornos together, and after the satellite got got hooked up, we would watch Playboy Channel, not giving a damn if Michelle liked it or not. Turns out, she did – at least, after she saw two long-haired, tanned, muscular studs posing naked on the beach. See? Man hungry.
So the three of us would watch the skin channel, and sometimes Mark or I would rent a porno video. And the three of us would drink, and get high and get horny. It was great having Michelle there, cuz after a while, she and I would sneak off to my bedroom and get it on, and come out again. I guess poor lonely Mark would jack off in the bathroom, or maybe right there on my couch, for all I know. But who cares, he’s a bud.
As we did this, over time we had become less reserved about the urges and desires which would arise when we watched the sex flicks. After a time, when Michelle would see my hard-on bulging in my jeans, she would rub it and squeeze it absently, as we sat on the couch and Mark sat on the easy chair. We would kiss, and I would run my hand up and down her crotch without shame or bashfulness. And, depending on what Michelle was wearing, like maybe her trackpants, or even a skirt, she would moan in her sexy little voice as I turned her on more and more. I also saw Mark often with his hand on his stiff cock, bulging in his jeans, as we got all hot and heavy watching people fuck on video. I’m positive Mark had taken to looking at his sister and his buddy, whenever Michelle and I got so into it that we forgot about the company we were with, and really started undressing each other. I would sometimes openly feel Michelle’s tits, and stick my hand down her silky panties and finger her, kissing her and breathing all heavy. And when we would come out of it enough to announce we were going to my bedroom, Mark would have his hand stuck down his open pants, rubbing his cock through his underwear, and I’m sure it was to the sight of us and not the t.v. which was getting him so horny. It got so that we were so open about it, I would say, “Okay, I’m going to go fuck your sister now, okay Mate? C’mon, babe.” And Mark would say, “sure, go ahead, fuck my sister,” and we’d laugh as Michelle (the SLUT) would protest about us talking about her that way. But we were all high, and we laughed it off.
Sexy Older Sister
January 8, 2015
My sister was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen when we were growing up. Jenny was only a little older than my eighteen years, but she matured long before I did. By the time my cock started reacting to female flesh, my sister had a body that was driving older boys and men crazy. To me, it was pure torture in my own home. My first hard- ons were caused by her. I don’t know how many gallons of cum I shot in the middle of the night with Jenny as the star in one of my frequent, vivid wet-dreams.
Dreaming about her wasn’t all that I did. I lusted after her all day — and not just in my heart, either.
It started slowly. I would catch a quick glimpse of her coming from the shower; the damp, tight towel wrapped around Jenny’s sweet, young body, only further emphasizing her wondrous curves. When she saw me watching, she always seemed to linger, finding some important task that required her to stay within my sight after her shower. The towel fought a battle with her supple, young body. The rough material seemed to caress her creamy-white tits. Once in a while, the towel would lose the battle, slipping just enough for me to peek at her luscious titties, or her brown, fur-covered cunt.
Growing up around my sister was interesting. Hell, it was more than just interesting — it was exciting. I wasn’t alone, though. I quickly found that Jenny enjoyed our games as much as I did.
She teased me in little ways that changed subtly as my body thickened and matured. Looks became touches, and then caresses. The last summer she lived with us, Jenny was really into tanning in our fenced backyard. She let me lotion her back when the folks were out. Her old, black, one-piece suit evolved into as skimpy bikini, usually with the top untied. She now had much more skin that needed a coating of tanning oil. I happily volunteered for the job. I liked touching the back of her sexy frame, but I pushed it until I was actually rubbing the more interesting side. She didn’t fight much. Jenny’s firm, heavy, nicely tanned boobs were the first ones I ever touched.
Did I get to fuck her? No, damn it! We never did anything. Not even a quick hand-job. I wanted it, and I think she did, too. We just didn’t have the time to let it happen. While I was just entering college, she moved out west to live with some guy.
Our reunion came after a long, tearful phone call that I received two months ago. Jenny said that everything had gone wrong. Her boyfriend turned out to be an asshole, and he had skipped out on her. Our parents said that she should move back with them. I made the same offer, and to my surprise, Jenny said that she would be arriving at my apartment the next night — if it was okay with me.