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Harry Potter and the Sisters Black chapter 4(full chapter)

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Harry wakes up unusually warm the next morning. He can feel something warm and very hard pressed against his chest while something equally warm, but soft is pressed against his back. He slowly opens his eyes to find a shock of blonde hair obscuring his view. Harry inhales sharply as he moves his arm, which somehow got draped over the blondes’ hips. His hand accidentally brushes against her crotch as his hand moves up, and comes away soaking wet. At the moist feeling, Harry’s cock springs to attention, nestled up against the woman’s arse.
He hears Narcissa purr, “Good morning master.” She turns around so her tits are pressed against Harry’s chest. Reaching down, she gently grabs Harry’s short arm, “Hmm, feels like you’re up for a little morning exercise.”
As Harry arches an eyebrow, whatever’s behind him moves and he falls to his back.
Bellatrix actually purrs for a moment before saying, “Mind if I start the morning activities sister? I’ll only be able to warm him up.”
With a throaty chuckle, “Go ahead Bella.”
Grinning, Bella slides down Harry’s body, randomly interspacing kisses on the skin until she’s face to head with her master’s pulsing staff. Giddily she opens her mouth and takes Harry crown into her mouth. She runs her tongue all along the skin as she takes more of the hard meat into her eager orifice. As she adds a gentle suction to her ministrations, Harry moans and she feels the cock in her swell slightly. Bella quickly pulls back until just the crown is still in her mouth and is shortly rewarded by a large dollop of warm goo being deposited in her mouth.
After Harry’s spent, and barely softened at all, Bella moves over to her sister. Narcissa says, “No Bella, enjoy. After all, I get the main course.”
With a euphoric look on her face, Bella slowly swallows her masters’ gift.
Harry’s back to full mast as he watches Bella’s throat constricting and releasing rhythmically.
Eyeing her master’s beautiful cock, Narcissa says, “Well master, I can see you’re up for another round, so how shall it be?”
Harry reluctantly tears his eyes from Bella to look at Narcissa, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” she says, holding up her hand as she ticks off her points, “there’s fellatio which my sister just performed, there’s standard copulation, and then there’s sodomization. Do you have a preference?”
“Preference? Hell, I don’t even understand what you said.”
Narcissa looks at Harry for a moment while her sister tittles quietly, “May I use the vulgar references master?”
“I’d prefer it.”
“My apologies master, but Lucius wouldn’t have stood for any form of vulgarity to be used in his house, especially in his presence, so I’m used to using the more formal phrasing. The normal options are a blow job as my sister just performed, conventional intercourse, and buggery. Any other questions master?”
Harry looks at her in shock for a moment, before he says, “Normal will do,” in a strangely flat voice.
Narcissa reaches up and snaps her fingers right in front of Harry’s face, no reaction. Narcissa sadly shakes her head before looking at Bella, who quietly nods her head. Nodding her assent, Narcissa pulls her arm back and slaps Harry, visibly cringing at the blow.
Harry shakes his head violently for a moment, before exclaiming, “What the hell was that for?”
Narcissa looks down morosely. “I’m very sorry master, but you’d gone into shock.”
Harry looks over to Bella who nods her head, “Well then, I don’t see how any punishment will be needed.”
With a deep sigh, Narcissa says, “Well then, what form and position would you prefer?”
Harry quickly shakes his head again, “Let’s say conventional and you choose the position.”
Narcissa nods her head and crawls onto Harry, straddling his hips. She reaches down and grabs Harry’s shaft. She guides him to her dripping center and eagerly slides down his shaft.
A few minutes later, Harry grunts out his release and Narcissa climbs off of him with a smug look on her face
As the sisters go over to their rather small closet Harry rolls off the bed. He feels the pressure behind his eyes signaling a killer headache as he heads over to his closet.
The three are spread around the room, unprepared for the attack only moments away.
*
Albus is sitting behind his desk contemplating the papers lying on his desk. At the top of the papers is the title “Transfer of Ownership Rights – Personnel.” The papers would give Harry full ownership of both Narcissa and Bellatrix, but would also make him responsible for their actions.
As he sits there, a large, officious looking owl swoops in through a window and lands right in front of him. The owl holds out its leg and allows Albus to remove the letter before launching back into flight and out of the office.
With a small smile on his face, Albus unrolls the letter. As expected, it’s Fudge’s response. He quickly scans the letter before he stands up with a full smile on his face. Albus Disapparates with a quiet pop to deliver the good news to Harry. Unfortunately, he pops directly into Harry’s bedroom before notifying the concerned parties.
The moment he appears at Number 4, Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful Light wizard in the world gets a hard lesson in dueling reality. Dodging one unexpected Stunner is difficult, but possible. Dodging two unexpected Stunners is extremely difficult, but it can be done is one has fast reflexes. However, dodging three Stunners from three points on the compass is quite impossible.
Harry reaches up and massages his eyes after he sees the old wizard lying on the floor with a piece of parchment next to him.
“Would one of you two please wake him up?”
Narcissa quickly casts the requested spell before walking over to him eloquently, and helping him to his feet.
Harry says, “Sorry about that Albus, but I’m sure you understand. Now, we just have to wait for the damn Ministry.”
With a smile, Albus hands Harry the parchment before he conjures two comfy chairs.
As Harry looks up to peruse Albus’ handiwork he notices the girls are still naked. He instantly barks, “GET DRESSED RIGHT NOW YOU TWO!”
They jump and quickly move to obey his command.
Harry sits down and notices the strained look on Albus’ face, “Are you alright Albus? I apologize for the girls’ lack of promptness in dressing, something that will have to be addressed soon. Also, I hope you will pardon me for a moment to get dressed myself.”
Harry quickly stands up and throws on a robe before addressing himself to his ageing headmaster. “Now, how may I help you?”
“First off, let me say thank you for reminding me of the rules of courtesy.”
Harry notices the twinkle in Dumbledore’s eye reach record levels just moments before his head explodes in pain. A moment later the explosion has stopped, but the left over pain is still present. Looking up, Harry can see Dumbledore is sitting up very straight in his chair. Bella has a wand at the back of his neck, while Cissa’s wand is pressed against his chest. Harry asks, “What just happened?”
Narcissa speaks up, “My apologies master, but this being, just attempted Legilimency on you.”
Appearing completely unflustered, Albus says, “Harry, would you please have these lovely ladies sheath their wands?”
Harry glares at Dumbledore, “Very well professor, but on the condition that you swear a Wizards Oath not to attempt to invade my mind again.”
Albus winces not missing the subtle rebuke from his young charge; closing his eyes, Albus concentrates for a moment before saying, “I do hereby swear not to use any form of Legilimency on Harry James Potter without his expressed consent.”
After the final word is spoken, there’s a brief flash of light and then a beam of white light launches itself from Albus’ chest and connects with Harry’s. The beam lasts for only a moment before fading away into nothing.
“It is done Harry.”
Surprise evident in his expression, Harry nods to the sisters who hesitantly put their wands away.
“Now Harry, is there anything else you need?”
“Not that I can think of off hand.”
Narcissa speaks up, her voice barely above a whisper, “Actually, sire, there are a few things I would like to request, if I may.”
Harry nods his head to her, “Go ahead Cissa.”
“Sir, I’d like to arrange a shopping trip to Diagon Alley as well as a small trip back to Malfoy manor for a few mementos.”
Albus looks at Harry, “I’ll make the arrangements with your permission, Harry.”
“Why are you asking me Albus?”
“Because Harry, for all intents and purposes, they are your property. Speaking of which,” he says as he reaches into his robes and pulls out two sets of paper. “This is the paperwork needed Harry, for the ladies to transfer full ownership rights of themselves, to you. All that’s required is your signature on each of them and theirs on the appropriate copy.”
Harry’s eyebrows shoot up, “What would this mean, exactly?”
“It would make official what’s already in place; that they are now your personal property to do with what you wish. They’ll have no rights as people, but will be in the same class as House Elves as far as their civil rights are concerned.”
Harry looks at the two women; their faces are positively alight with joy, “What do you two have to say about this?”
Bella speaks up, her joy present in every syllable, “Oh please sign master.”
“You mean that you actually want me to sign you into slavery?”
“It’ll just be making the facts legal master.”
Albus speaks up, “Also worthy of note, is the fact that after the paperwork is filed Harry, Bellatrix will be a free woman. If those at the ministry wish to truly annoy you, they might charge you a fine, but that will be it.”
“I’ll sign, but the ladies have to sign first.”
Almost before he can blink, the sisters have the proper papers in hand and have their names properly written out. Harry doesn’t have a clue where the quills came from as he takes Cissa’s quill and paperwork. Quickly affixing his signature to each set of papers, “Albus, what happens now?”
Albus puts the papers back into his robe, “Now Harry, I take and file these papers immediately. The ministry should get in touch with you within a few hours, a day at the most. I’ll also see about arranging an escort for yourself and Ms. Black.”
“Oh and one more thing Albus, would it be possible for me to visit #12 in the near future?”
“Of course Harry. If you don’t mind, that can be included in the trip to Diagon Alley.”
“That’ll work Albus. Perhaps you could have Tonks be the escort as she’s already passingly aware of the situation.”
“You make a good point Harry. I’ll see about arranging the escort for tomorrow if that’s alright with you.”
“Tomorrow will be fine; say nine am?”
“I’ll make the arrangements. If Ms. Tonks can’t make it, would you prefer to move it to another day or to have a different escort?”
“If Tonks can’t make it, then have Remus come by.”
“Very well Harry. Now, I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’d like to get these papers filed as quickly as possible.”
“Good luck Albus, I hope to hear from you soon.”
“I’ll file these papers and then make the appropriate fire-calls and owl you immediately.”
Harry nods his head and Albus stands up before he Disapparates.
Harry rubs his temples, trying to alleviate the pain. “Cissa dear, dare I ask what you want from the Malfoy home?”
“Just a few books master. Nothing of malevolent intent.”
Harry can sense that she’s not being straight with him, but he decides to let it drop.
With a wave of his wand, Harry summons one of Dudley’s old toys and transfigures it into a table. Harry thinks for a moment before summoning his transfiguration books.
The three spend the morning going over the science of transfiguration; Bella and Cissa both provide amazing insight in the use of transfiguration in dueling.
At about noon, Harry stands up and arches his back as he stretches, which results in several small pops.
A few moments later, a large, official looking owl swoops into the room through the window, which Harry could have sworn he closed. The owl lands in front of Harry. Bella leans forward to block Harry as he goes to take the letter tied to the owl’s leg.
Cissa quickly takes the letter and the owl launches into flight. She lays the letter on the table and casts a quick spell on it. The paper emits a brief white light before returning to its normal color. “Sorry master, we just wished to ensure that there were no hexes, portkey spells, or other nefarious thing attached to the letter.”
Harry takes the letter and opens it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Papers have recently been filed in your name by Albus Dumbledore for the transfer of ownership of one Narcissa Malfoy-Black and one Bellatrix Lestrange-Black. We would request that you present yourself in person to authenticate the paperwork.
Also note, due to Mrs. Lestrange-Black’s current status as a fugitive from justice, there would normally be a fine of 50,000 galleons. However, on orders from the Minister of Magic, the fee has been waived.
Once you have authenticated the paperwork, the women in question will be required to present themselves to likewise authenticate the paperwork. Once the authentication is completed, you will be notified of your rights and responsibilities regarding the two women.
Sincerely,
Officiosus Esel
“Hmm… I guess that’ll have to be added to the things to do tomorrow as well.”
Harry hands the letter to Cissa as he leaves the room; before he can finish closing the door, he hears two squeals of delight.
Down in the kitchen, he finds Tonks sitting at the table seemingly bored senseless.
“Wotcher Harry.”
“Hiya Tonks. What brings you here today?”
“Dumbledore told me to stop by today to work out the details for tomorrow.”
“Alright, I just got a letter from the Ministry; I need to put in a personal appearance there as quickly as possible.”
Tonks stares off into the distance for a moment, “That shouldn’t be a problem. What other stops are on the list?”
As she asks the question, Harry starts to feel a small pain in his temples. He closes his eyes, “Stay the hell out of my head Nymphadora!”
The pain instantly recedes and Harry opens his eyes, Tonks looks truly amazed, “When did you develop Occulmency?”
With a sudden rage, Harry feels the magic inside of him flare up. His vision blurs for a moment and when it clears, he’s not looking at his friend Tonks, all he sees is a very attractive woman.
Harry gathers the magical energies needed for the spell. Servus secus is on his lips and the magic is in his hand, ready to be released when a little voice inside of his head, the same one that helped him fight off the /Imperius/, screams in his head, “/STOP!/”
The shock causes Harry to freeze for a moment; a moment in which his mind reasserts itself. He lets the magic dissipate; as he realizes what he was about to do, he bolts from the room, his face sickly pale.
Tonks stands there blinking for a moment before following at a much more sedate pace. When she reaches the staircase, she finds Narcissa Malfoy waiting for her, wand in hand.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO OUR MASTER,” roars the blonde.
Tonks is stunned for a moment, “I tried to find out why Harry needed to visit the Ministry. I didn’t know he was an Occlumens. His magic suddenly flared up, like he was going to perform a massive spell when he suddenly stopped and ran.”
Cissa is seething as she says, “Do you have any idea what spell he was preparing?”
“No, and how would you know?”
“Because he is my master and both Bella and I are bound to him. The spell he was about to use was the same spell that bound us to him.”
“What’s the problem, he didn’t cast the spell?”
Cissa starts walking up the stairs, “I need to go help my sister comfort our master; you may join us if you wish. If not, then please leave until tomorrow.”
Intrigued, Tonks follows her aunt up the staircase.
“My master has a very honorable outlook on life. The only reason he hasn’t been beating himself up over when He cast the spell on us is that it was self-preservation and he didn’t know what the spell would do.”
They’ve almost reached Harry’s room by this point and Tonks says, “I still don’t understand what his problem is.”
“The problem is that in his mind, using that spell now, when he knows what it does and his life wasn’t in imminent danger is equivalent to rape.”
Tonks pales as Cissa enters the room. Looking in, Tonks can see both of her aunts sitting on a rather large bed cuddling a boy with messy black hair. Hesitantly, Tonks walks over to the bed. When she gets in front of Harry, she kneels down and stretches out her hand to take his shoulder, which Bella’s head just vacated. “It’s alright Harry.” The young man looks up at her, and her heart breaks at the raw pain evident in his eyes. “Harry, I know what you were going to do downstairs.” Her soul weeps as the pain increases, “But you should know Harry, that you did nothing wrong.” He opens his mouth to speak, but Tonks cuts him off, “Aunt Cissa told me what you were going to do, but since you didn’t cast the spell, you didn’t cross the line in to the Dark.”
Bella adds, “She’s right master. In the heat of the moment, you might have been ready to use an Unforgivable, but since you didn’t actually cast the spell, then you did nothing wrong.”
Harry turns his head and looks at Cissa questioningly and she gently nods her head.
With a small smile, Harry turns back towards Tonks, “Thanks, I don’t know what came over me downstairs.”
Tonks shifts so that her knees are on the ground and sits back on her ankles, “Can you describe what happened?”
“It was almost like when Tom tried to posses me at the Ministry. All I knew was blind rage against you.”
Tonks face shifts to a look of intense concentration for a minute before she says, “Have you cast any extremely powerful spells as of late Harry?”
Blushing, Harry says, “I cast Servus secus wandlessly a few days ago.”
Tonks eyes go wide, “But that’s thee most magically draining spell in existence. That would also help to explain things a bit. Harry, regaining magic after copious use is very draining on one’s self-control. It’s been theorized, that the subconscious is what helps wizards to produce magic, it doesn’t affect their potential only how quickly they regain their magic after it’s been used. Take it easy for a couple more days, get plenty of sleep, and you should be fine.”
“Will do Tonks, but I still want to do that trip tomorrow.”
With a gentle smile Tonks says, “That shouldn’t be a problem Harry. Now, I’ll leave so you can get some rest. Ladies, I trust you’ll make sure this boy gets some rest.”
With a lecherous grin, Cissa says, “Oh yes, he’ll get some sleep alright. He may have a little trouble walking tomorrow, but he’ll sleep today.”
Shaking her head at her aunts implications, Tonks pops back to #12.
With Harry mildly protesting, Cissa strips him down to the buff and gets him ready for bed while Bella goes for his lunch.
Bella is just outside her master’s room with a tray of food. She can already feel the sting from the strap as she makes a decision. With a quick wave of her wand, she’s once more attired in the maids’ costume. Bella walks into the room without a further moment of hesitation.
Harry’s eyes go wide as he sees Bella walk into his room. His eyes are on her swaying hips so he misses when Cissa divests herself of what little clothing she’s wearing.
Bella sets the tray on the stand next to her master’s bed and hand feeds him the soup she made while her sister crawls up on to his bed.
While Harry is distracted by her sister, Narcissa positions her head directly over Harry’s crotch. With a deep breath, Cissa takes most of Harry’s length into her waiting mouth.
Harry’s just swallowed the first spoonful of soup when Harry feels Cissa wrap her mouth around his cock. He moans slightly as she runs her tongue along the entire length. Bella offers her master another spoonful of soup as Cissa starts to gently bob her head.
It’s only with a concerted effort that Harry actually manages to swallow the soup as Cissa continues with her blowjob. However, it’s the death knell for Harry’s control when Cissa reaches up and uses her hand to massage his balls.
With a primal grunt, Harry sends his seed into the blonde’s waiting mouth.
Bella quickly feeds Harry the remains of the soup as he watches Cissa sit up, and open her mouth, showing that she hasn’t swallowed yet. Closing her mouth, Cissa swirls the cum around her mouth for a moment before she swallows.
With a predatory smile, Bella climbs up onto her masters’ lap and lifts her skirt. Harry barely has time to register the fact that she’s not wearing any panties before she places the tip of his still erect cock at her entrance and slides down his length with a moan. As her master moans, Bella clenches her cunt muscles as she quickly pounds her hips against his. Sporadically clenching and relaxing her internal muscles, she quickly feels the slight shiver from her master moments before he explodes within her.
Moments after Harry comes, Bella climbs off him while Cissa gently sucks on his bullocks. His cock had started to go soft before Cissa started her ministrations. With a few gentle sucks, Cissa has her master back at full mast. Cissa climbs up onto his lap and takes the seat that her sister had just vacated. As she bounces up and down on her masters’ lap, Cissa reaches down and plays with her clit, making sure that it rubs against Harry’s shaft.
Bella reaches around and gently teases Cissa breasts, earning a moan from the blonde.
Watching Bella playing with her sister’s tits is the final straw for the young man and he comes for the third time, causing him to get light headed. Cissa screams out her own release as she feels the warm goo shoot into her.
Bella helps her exhausted sister off Harry and lays her down next to him. Turning her attention to her master, Bella eyes Harry’s tool with a very hungry look in her eye.
Harry barely has time to register the look before the former Death Eater launches herself at his crotch.
Bella takes his mostly deflated cock into her mouth, relishing the mix if flavors, as she sucks on it as hard as she can. Within moments Harry’s stiff once more. Bella bobs her head on his tool while she hums deep in her throat.
Harry grits his teeth as the world slows its spinning around him. All his efforts once more prove for naught as Bella uses her other hand to gently caress his balls.
For the fifth time today, Harry releases his seed. Just before he passes out, he could almost swear he heard someone say something like, “Greedy bitch.” Then all he knows is darkness.

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My hott merried Sister

Aish and I were born five years apart, with me being older. I went away to college when she was in seventh grade. When I graduated from college, I got a job 100 miles from home. She graduated from high school, got married and pregnant, not necessarily in that order. So the only time we were close was when I was in high school and she was a young kid. I guess that’s why I still think of her as that young kid, even though she’s 38 years old.
The guy she married was a real jerk. My parents didn’t like him, so the only way she could marry him is to get pregnant, which is what happened. He couldn’t hold a job and was unemployed most of the time. He didn’t care as long as he had money to go hunting and fishing. They eventually moved away from my parents, although they relied heavily on support from them. My father bought houses for them to live in and sent money for them to live on. Their child was the only reason my sister stayed with the jerk.
Finally her son graduated from high school and enlisted in the navy to get away from his father. That was all my sister needed; she packed up her bags and moved back in with my parents. She tried to get a job, but she wasn’t having any luck. My parents wanted to sell their house, move to Florida and retire to the warm climate. However, with my sister living with them, they felt an obligation to stay until she got back on her feet.
Here is where I enter the picture. I have been divorced for five years and I live alone in a fairly large sized house, so I invited my sister to come live with me. Jobs were more plentiful where I lived, so she would have a better chance at getting a good paying job. Also, I would have someone to live with me and I could get to really know my sister.
Everyone agreed with my suggestion and I went up to my parents’ place to help her move. She didn’t have much, some clothing and a few other personal items. The clothing she had was out of style and well worn. So, after I got her settled in my house, we went shopping. She didn’t want to take any money from me, but I convinced it was just a loan until she got a job and then she could pay me back.
I took her to some of the nicer women’s clothing stores. Thank goodness I went with her, she’s a very pretty woman, but insisted on trying on clothing that made her look matronly.
She’s about 5′ 8″ tall and weighs around135 pounds. She has a very good figure, nice bust, small waist and well formed hips and ass. She didn’t have much fat on her. She said they didn’t have enough money to buy enough food for her to get fat. I finally convinced her to try on clothing that showed off her figure. I picked out some dresses and blouses that had a neckline that accentuated her boobs. I made her try on dresses that were cut above the knee and showed off her legs. She was modeling the clothes for my approval. I started to realize that I was getting aroused by my sister.
I then took her to a hair stylist and had them change the way she wore her hair. She had long straight hair; she said her husband wouldn’t let her wear it any other way. When they were finished with her she looked beautiful and sexy. All of a sudden I started to look at my sister in a different way. After all, I had not had a date in over two years and the closest thing to a sexual experience was one that I shared with my hand. However she was my sister, my kid sister, I told myself to put those thoughts out of my mind and just be happy to have her for company.
She kept my house clean, cooked for me and did my laundry. I was in heaven. It was good to have someone to talk with, when I came home from work. We spent many evenings catching up on lost time. The more we talked about our adult lives, the more we found out we had similar unhappy marriages. Our spouses were people who weren’t happy with their lives, so they made sure we weren’t happy with ours.
Aish’s husband, aside from being an unemployed bum, was also someone who berated Aish constantly, telling her she was stupid, ugly, a poor cook, too skinny They had no sex lives, he was either drunk or out screwing the town slut, leaving her home alone to raise their son. If they had sex, he yelled at her and told her she was rotten in bed.
She was a person who had a very high sex drive, so this lead to her having to please herself. She was too afraid of him to have an affair. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t leave this creep earlier.
My wife was not interested in sex either. If I suggested anything other than the missionary position, I was label a pervert. When we were first married, we had sex once or twice a week. That soon trailed off to once or twice a month and then it just stopped completely. The last three years of my marriage, my wife and I lived in separate bed rooms and barely communicated. It was only when her parents became ill and a prospect of inheritance came into the picture, that she agreed to a divorce.
Friday, I came home from work and was greeting by my sister wearing one of her sexy new outfits. She ran to me, gave me a big hug and a big kiss on the lips. I was told she got a job and I was taking her out to celebrate. She had made reservations at a fancy restaurant. The food was good, the setting was romantic and the wine was excellent. I hadn’t had such a good time in years and years, she hadn’t either. We went to a pub, close to my house, had a few drinks and talked for about an hour. She was so relaxed and happy. She didn’t believe how good her life was and she owed it all to me. She almost started to cry when she thanked me.
The alcohol was having an affect on me, so I suggested we go home to continue our celebration, she agreed, but when she got up, she was unsteady on her feet. Walking to the car, she was a little tipsy and she started to fall. I reached out to prevent her from falling, and grabbed her right in the boobs. I immediately started to apologize, but she just giggled and said “I was the first person to gab her tits in a long time and it felt good”. I replied “that it was a long time since I felt a woman’s breasts and I enjoyed it too.”
We were still laughing about our little incident when we got home. I told her “it’s a good thing she was my sister or she wouldn’t be safe in the house tonight.” Aish looked at me with a kind of sexy mischievous look on her face and said “What would I do if she wasn’t my sister.”
I though I’d play along with her, so I replied. “I’d first take you in my arms and kiss you. Then I’d kiss your neck and nibble your ears, while I unbuttoned your blouse. When you blouse was undone I’d take off your bra and kiss and your boobs.”
She came close to me and said “Oh Shahzad, I’d like that very much. You have given me so much happiness; you’ve been everything a sister could want in a brother. Now, I want more, I want to feel like a beautiful, sexy woman. Please, help me feel that way. I love you very much and I know you love me, so what is the problem? Please make love to me, tonight.
With that I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bed. I looked her in the eyes and said “Aish, your right. I love you so very much. I want this as much as you do, but before we do anything, that we’ll regret later, are you sure you want this to happen?”
She looked me in the eyes, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down until my lips meet hers. She gave me a hot wet kiss, our tongues intertwining, probing, touching each other’s. We both hadn’t had sex in a long time and we were not being gentle. I quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra. As I pulled the loose bra from her breasts, I stopped and stared at the creamy white mounds of flesh. God, how I love tits! Her nipples were hard and erect. They weren’t much bigger around than a nickel, but they stood out a good half an inch, just the way I like them.
I grabbed a tit in each hand and started to massage and knead them. Nothing feels as good as a handful of tit, except maybe two hands full of tits. I lowered my lips to those red, luscious nipples. I couldn’t believe the feeling of ecstasy. I experienced as I sucked those nipples. As I started to gently bite them, I heard my sister start to moan. I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly open and her tongue was tracing her lips ever so slowly. She had the look of an angel, an angel in heat.

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Once upon a time in Italy 2

If you didn’t read part one I really recommend you do so before reading this one.
I decided to go away from the truth this time in favour of writting a more entertaining story as reality was funny, but didn’t make for a great build up. Enjoy!

Good Girl

Tell me what you think. Continue or start a new story? Most will probably be short like this, unless people really like something then i’ll consider committing to something longer.

Avenging Sara

My name is Tom Wright.
I grew up in Westlake, Ohio, and graduated from Westlake Highschool last month, the day before my 18th birthday. I’m writing this letter to try and explain what really happened over the weekend, because the news has almost all of it wrong. I don’t expect you to understand or agree with what I did, but I would like you to at least hear an explanation directly from me.
First, I need to tell you a little bit about my history with Sara Maarten. Sara and I were friends since the third grade, when she and her parents moved to Cleveland from The Netherlands. She spoke perfect English, but her Dutch accent made some of the kids, especially other girls, laugh at her. I loved it. She and I were friends almost from the first time we met. We lived just a few blocks apart, so I saw her all the time on weekends and during the summer. Lucky for us, my parents got along very well with hers, and they would hang out and play cards sometimes while Sara and I played in the yard and eventually fell asleep together on the couch watching television. We started spending the night at eachother’s houses in 5th grade.
In 6th grade we had our first kiss. I’ll never forget it, mostly because it was so embarassing. We were watching a movie, and she had her head on a pillow in my lap like she always did. The actors were kissing, and suddenly she just sat up and kissed me right on the lips. She backed off, smiled, then came in for another one. I lurched forward at just the wrong minute, and our top teeth hit, making both of us say “OW!” at exactly the same time. It was weird, and funny, and embarassing. We laughed about it for a few mintues, then finished the movie. Our next few visits were a little awkward, probably because both of us were trying to figure out if anything else was going to happen. But it didn’t, and eventually we settled back in to our old routine like nothing had ever happened. I loved her, and thought she was beautiful. But she was more like my sister than anything else. Our first kiss was our last, if you don’t count that time in the photobooth when she and Becky sat on my lap and kissed me on the cheeks while I grinned like a fool idiot for the camera.
She started dating in 8th grade. I think her first ‘boyfriend’ was Micah Samuels – which was kind of a surprise to me, since I had never seen them talk or hang out together before that summer. They went to a few movies together, made out all the time, and were completely inseperable for about 6 weeks. She gave him a blowjob on the last day of summer, and told me all about it on the phone afterwards, which was awkward to say the least. It must not have been very good for either of them, because I don’t think they spoke to eachother ever again after the first day of 9th grade. She never talked about him again.
She dated occaisionally for the two years, but nothing lasted very long. I’d go without seeing her much for a month or two, then she’d break up with the guy and we would drop right back into our old weekend routine like nothing ever happened.
She met James Holloran at the beginning of junior year, and he was all she talked about for months. James’ family moved to Cleveland from Midland, Texas that summer. He was tall and narrow at the time, and his thick southern accent made her melt. She finally got her shot at him that November, at a party in Linndale. After that I almost never saw her outside of school. We still talked on the phone about once a week, but by January I was dating a girl from Lakewood, and so we gradually lost track of eachother.
I liked James well enough. He was tough, but not an asshole – even though a lot of his friends were. He played football junior and senior year, and by the beginning of this year he had gained about 20 pounds of muscle and was the fastest and strongest white guy in school. Last fall he made alternate on the all-state football team on offense and defense, which was pretty cool. He and Sara were both beautiful, and almost everybody liked them. He was nice to me, and didn’t seem to mind when Sara insisted that I give her piggyback rides in the parkling lot outside school. It took me a while to fully warm up to him, since he was dating my best friend, but I honestly managed it. I was happy for them both. Sara looked spectacular at prom, and I even got to dance with her while James was talking to his friends. She smelled like champagne.
The Monday after prom, everything changed. I got a text on my way to school that morning: “OMFG did you hear about Sara?” As soon as I saw that message on the screen my stomach clenched, and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I turned around and drove to her house. There was a police car in the driveway. I jumped out and ran to the door, which was open. Sara’s mom was standing in the doorway, talking to one of thier neighbors.
I knew what happened even before they told me. Sara was dead. She had overdosed on Sunday afternoon.
I spent five hours at thier house, crying with her mother and talking to her dad. There was no advance warning. No signs of trouble until early Saturday afternoon, when Sara came home from prom. She was wearing dark sunglasses, and didn’t speak to her parents before going up to her room and locking the door. Her mom knocked, but Sara said she needed to sleep and asked to be left alone. The next time they saw her she was dead. Her suicide note, which I never saw, apparently said she loved her parents and her friends, but didn’t give a reason for what she did.
James was at the funeral. I stood right next to him. He said he couldn’t talk about it. I believed him.
Graduation was fucking terrible. We had to show up to officially graduate, so most of us were there. The whole thing should have been cancelled, but the principal and the school board thought it would be best to go ahead. There was a “tribute” to Sara’s memory, which was ridiculous and contrived. Once it was finally over everyone just left. No cheering, hat throwing, or anything like that.
The next day I got an anonymous text with a link to Sendspace, a password. I would have ignored it, except that the subject line said “Sara”. I logged on and downloaded a 210Mb movie file. The second I opened the movie I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life in prison. And I was OK with that.
There on the screen was Sara, passed out in a bathtub, wearing a t-shirt but otherwise naked. Mascara and lipstick were streaked across her face. She was passed out. There were lots of cans and bottles in the tub, but otherwise she was fully exposed. Her crotch was swollen, and there were bruises and bright red handprints on her legs, her stomach, her breasts, and her face.
The person with the camera walked out of the bathroom for a moment to film the scene in the other room. I saw James passed out in the corner, still wearing his tux. A few of his friends were running around the room, turning over furniture, pulling down the curtains. I saw one of them pissing in the corner. Another one was running around with a bottle of hairspray and a lighter, playing Flamethrower. Most were boys, but there were a few girls in the mix. Four people were fucking on the bed, and two more on the floor.
I pulled out a piece of paper and started writing down names.
Brock Johnson
Amy Highsmith
John Jackson
Scott Yates
The cameraman returned to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. He zoomed into her crotch. He picked up a glass beer bottle and twisted it into her asshole. I could see the flesh and muscle resisting, but the guy kept pushing the bottle until the entire neck disappeared inside her. He thrust the bottle inside her 40 or 50 times, as fast as he could, forcing it in as deep as it could possibly go. Her body never moved. When he was finished he pulled the bottle out and held it close to the camera, rotating it slowly so the viewer could see all the mucous and small flecks of blood that coated the neck.
Throwing the bottle aside, he refocused on someone new entering the bathroom. The camera never made it above his waist, so I couldn’t see who it was. He stepped into the tub, straddling her. Then the shorts and underwear came off. He masturbated while rubbing his cock on her face. After a minute or so he reached down and pulled apart her lips, stuffed the head of his penis in her mouth, and shot into her mouth. She never moved.
The cameraman got out of the tub and went back into the hotel room. He walked to the corner where James was laying, and producing the beer bottle that he had used to rape Sara, started rubbing it on his face. James was fully dressed and obviously unconcious. The cameraman forced the neck of the bottle into his mouth several times. I could hear it scraping against his teeth as it slid in and out. He left it there and returned to the bathroom. On the way he caught several more faces of people I knew.
Cathy Francis
Mike Moore
Mike Halpern
Jun Lee
Damian Veatch
Back in the bathroom he sat the camera down on the edge of the tub, climbed in, and stood above her head. A second later I saw why. He soaked her hair with a hot foamy stream of urine, then aimed for her eyes and mouth. When he was done, stepped out and picked up the camera. For a split second I saw his face.
Micah Samuels.
I knew what to do. It took me four days to plan.
I showed Sara’s senior picture to Damian, then shot him in the face. I stabbed and strangled Jun behind the grocery store where he worked. I killed Mike Halpern with a knife from his own kitchen while he was playing Xbox. I found Mike Moore sleeping in the sun in his back yard, and beat his skull in with a sledgehammer. He never moved. I followed Cathy Francis to the mall and then shot her in the stomach as she was getting out of her car.
I went to Scott’s house and found him watching an Indians game on TV. I cut his throat from behind with a boxcutter. I killed John and Amy with my grandfather’s shotgun while they were coming out of Brock Johnson’s house, then went inside and beat Brock to death with a golf club I found in his coat closet. Brock’s mom was screaming and trying to stop me, but she is only 5 feet tall and not very strong. I pushed her out of the way and left.
By the time I got into my car the air was buzzing with ambulance and police sirens.
I found Micah at work. I shot him in the left knee, then held his face in my hands and watched the life pass out of him as I stabbed him over and over again in the stomach. His coworkers were screaming and trying to get out of the building. Once I was sure he was dead I laid my weapons aside, sat down about ten feet from the body, and waited for the police.
It had taken me six hours and ten minutes to kill the 10 of the 11 people I could identify from the video.
I leave James to sort out his conscience in his own.

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The Story of Zacharyy Alexander Part 2

I felt his fingers sliding along my jaw before he plunged them into the warm cavern of my mouth. His thick fingers sliding in and out in and out all the way to the back of my throat instantly making me gag. But he wouldn’t quit. I’d get a breathe if I was lucky. In and out they kepy going. And still I was hard. He took his fingers out and slowly dragged them down my neck to my nipples, instantly getting them hard with just the slightest touch. Then he continued dragging them down down down to my belly button, dipping a finger in and then dragging it ever so slowly out and down until he grabbed my dick. His big hand covering the entire shaft. He drew his hand up and then quickly brought it down, forcing a moan from my mouth.
“You like that baby?” He asked. Up and down slowly. He stopped and climbed up my body until we were face to face.
“Do you want to cum, baby?”
“Yes.” I moaned out.
“Daddy. Call me daddy, baby”
“Daddy, please.” I begged.
“Okay, baby. Be still for me.” He said
Before I knew it I was writhing on the bed in pleasure as his hand stroked my dick at a harder and faster pace than earlier.
“Daddy!” I cried as his pumping stopped completely.
I watched his get off the bed and going to a door I hadn’t noticed earlier. He quickly came out, a bottle in one hand and some unknown item in his other hand. He set the two items on the bed off to the side and then climbed back onto the bed near my feet.
“I love you so much, baby. Do you love me?” He asked.
I quickly nodded my head.
“Tell me.” He demanded.
“I love you, daddy. I love you so much!” I exclaimed.
“Okay, baby. Since I love you and you love me we can do this.” He said gently as he grabbed my ankles and raised them above my head and strapped them to the bed posts. Then he grabbed my hands and did the same.
“This will hurt a little baby. Just tell daddy and daddy will relieve the pain for you.” He said as he grabbed my dick with one hand and started jacking me off. And with the other he grabbed the bottle he had laid to the side and poured some on my dick and on my crack and then set it back down. He stopped jacking me off and started rubbing the cold liquid in my crack. Up and down. He did this for an eternity before he gently pushed one finger in my ass. I tensed up instantly. He kept pushing in until he got fed up and shoved his finger all the way in.
“Daddy!” I screamed in pain.
“Its okay, baby. Deep breathe.” He stuck something under my nose, “Take a deep breathe baby. This will help you relax.” I took a deep breathe and instantly relaxed. He started moving his finger in and out and I was a moaning mess. Heslowly pushed his finger in and the pulled it back out. In and out. In and then he pulled his finger from my ass.
“Daddys going to stick something else in your ass.” He reached over and grabbed the big purple item and the bottle of cold liquid. He squirted some of the liquid on my crack and on the weird purple thing and then he threw the bottle back on the bed.
“Do you know what this is baby?” He asked as he held up the purple thing. I shook my head. “Its a butt plug. I’m going to put it deep in your ass and leave it there to loosen your little rosebud. If I stick my big hard dick in your ass I will tear you up. This is just precaution.” I nodded even though I understood none of what he said.
I watched as he put the butt plug against my ass and started pushing gently. It didn’t go in. He kept pushing and it still wouldn’t go in. My mind seemed to go fuzzy as he got the bottle and poured more of the liquid on my ass and the butt plug. I couldn’t even tense when he put it back at my ass and started pushing until it broke past my sphincter. He pulled it back out before pushing it back in. And then he repeated the motion. Over and over again before I blacked out from the fuzzyness in my mind.
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“Baby, wake up.” The voice cooed in my ear.
“Daddy?” I asked.
“Yes baby.” He replied.
His voice. So smooth and sexy. It was like silk. Like red silk running across the body. Like that little girls body, that sweet little girl. She was so pretty. I had followed her but she had gotten away from me. I heard the moans so I followed them. She was dead. That little girl was dead!
“DADDY! YOU HAVE TO HELP HER!” I cried as I opened my eyes. Only to be faced with the man who tore the little girls vagina to pieces.
“Go on tell daddy.” He smiled evily before gently patting my head.
“You-” I started as he grabbed my dick forcing a moan past my lips.
“Daddy knowns best, sweetie. So be a good little boy so daddy can cum. If your’e good, daddy will let you cum as well.” He said and grabbed a bottle from beside the bed and pouring it on his dick and rubbing it in. “Whats wrong baby?Did you want to get it nice and wet for daddy?” I shook my head quickly. “Good baby. Thats for another day. Right now daddys going to take your cherry. But first I have to take the butt plug out.” He said as he grabbed it and started pulling. I started screaming as it forced my sphincter open, until it popped out.
“Good job baby. Now daddys going to put his dick in your ass. When its time for me to cum I’m going to cum in your ass. Don’t fight it.” He said as he untied my hands and feet from above my head. I groaned in pain as my muscles moved for the first time in a while.
“I need you to turn and get on your hands and knees.” He said calmly. I didn’t move.
His face contorted into one of anger before he grabbed my forearm with one hand and the back of my neck with the other and forced my onto my stomach. “I can be nice. Or I can be mean. On your hands and knees now or I will do it for you. If I do it for you I will make sure I’m hard on your ass. I’ll fuck you so hard your ass will bleed for hours. Do you want that?” He asked and I shook my head and got on my hands and knees as quickly as possible.
He got behind me and put his dick at my entrance and pushed all the way in to the hilt and pulled back out and then pushed back in. “My baby has a nice ass.” He slapped my ass cheek hard and I yelped and tensed up. “Yeah baby. Tighten your ass for daddy.” He started shoving his dick in faster and faster making me wince everytime his balls hit me.
His pace seemed to quicken. And with one hand he grabbed my dick and started jacking me off, keeping time with his thrusts. I was instantly hard. His other hand went to my nipples and pinched them painfully.
I cried out as my balls tightened and I came. His hand let my nipples and histhrusting stopped until I stopped spewing out semen.
“It’s daddys turn now.” He said as he wrapped an arm around my waist and heaved me up until my back was to his chest. And he started thrusting again. Faster and faster. My head seemed to grow too heavy as his thrusts became erratic. He became more forceful as his nails dug into my ribcage as he held me up.
Faster and harder he went. His thrusts never faltered as the veins in his arms popped out. His breathing sped up as his arms once again encircled my waist, pulling me tight against his body. His face was burried in my neck as he nips gently at first.
“Tighten that ass for daddy.” He tell me as then bites my neck painfully until I do so. His thrusts instantly become shorter. He grabs my hair and pulls my face towards his and kisses me, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I cry out in pain when he shoves his dick as far as possible and shoots his cum in my once virginal ass.
“Good job baby,” he said when he finally stopped thrusting. “I think it’s time for bed baby. I’m tired.”
He grabbed my hips firmly and thrusts a few times before shoving his dick back in to the hilt and laid us down spooning. His dick and seed still firmly planted in my ass. His arms wrappedn around my chest and waist keeping me locked in his cage like arms until morning.

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The Boy Who Lived Down The Street(Part Five)

I just want to say thanks for all the nice comments you guys leave me. I hope you enjoy Part Five it took me a while to write it because I didn’t know how I wanted it written. There is a Part Six which i will start writting tomorrow but for now i hope you enjoy this one. Thanks again

Boys and girls together

Agroup of boys tried to come up with a way for boys and girls to get to know ech other better int heeir school, but very controlled

Michelle-The Plot-Jeff Pt.1 – Ch.7

I awoke slowly in the morning, realizing as I did that one of my hands was down inside my panties. Memories of last night started floating through my brain. The movie, all the things I had seen, things I’d never dreamt of. The girl with the penis in her mouth…the girl with the penis in her butt…the guy’s penis squirting into a girl’s open mouth…two girls licking each other’s pussies…
My finger started stroking up and down my moist slit as these images washed through me. I remembered the girls using the fake penises on each other, and remembered what I had felt while I had been pushing the cucumber in and out of my own pussy. I thought about the scene of the girl bending the guy over the kitchen counter, and then running her tongue up and down the crack of his butt, finally focusing and dipping her tongue in and out of his little hole. My amazement when she removed her tongue and replaced it ith first one, and then two of her fingers, pumping in and out, the groans he made, the expresion on his face. How she reached around him and stroked his penis with one hand while pumping his butt with her other.
I thought back to last night with my candle, first wetting it in my pussy, then pushing it into my little back hole, pumping it in and out while I worked the cucumber in and out of my pussy. The intense feeling of having both holes filled up at the same time.
My finger movements increased as my pussy got wetter and wetter. I kept thinking back to the movie, all the scenes involving butts.
I moved my other hand down my backside, and started teasing my tight puckered little anus. I tried to push a finger in, but it wouldn’t go. I brought the hand to my pussy, inserting the finger and swrirling it around until it became nice and wet. I returned it to my butt, and pushed again. This time my little hole opened up and swallowed my finger greedily. I began moving it in and out as my other hand went back to my pussy, these fingers now toying with my suddenly hard clit. My breathing grew harsh, and I felt my orgasm approaching as I increased the movements of both hands. In a matter of a few more seconds, I had treated myself to a delicious morning come.
As I started to come down and my breathing returned to normal, I realized jsut how badly I had to pee. Glancing at the clock, I climbed out of bed. Not even seven o’clock yet, I realized as I walked out of the room. I idly wondered why I had woken up so early.
I went down the hall, noticing as I passed Ricky’s room that he wasn’t there. I turned the corner to the bathroom and was surprised to see him standing at the sink, shaving, clad as usual only in his boxer shorts.
At first he didn’t notice me standing in the doorway. I had a bit of a dilema. I really needed to pee, but he looked to be a ways away from being done. I suddenly remembered what a turn on it had been for me to watch him pee, and wondered if…?
Feeling suddenly very naughty, I walked right in, and as I edged past him asked nonchalantly, “Up so early…?”
As first he barely glanced at me as he mumbled, “Early shift at work today…”
I moved past him to the toilet. I brazenly raised my nightshirt and lowered my panties, sitting down on the seat. From the corner of my eye, I could see him now staring openly at me. I opened my legs a bit, and released my stream.
He continued staring at me, and although I knew he could see very little, if anything, the sound of my stream splashing in the water in the bowl was unmistakable.
He was still gawking as my stream slowed, and stopped. I reached for the roll of tissue, and made a show of slowly and deliberately wiping my pussy. I was rewarded by a telltale twitch in his boxers.
I stood, flushed, and slowly pulled my panties up my legs. He was rinsing off his face as I started to leave when he suddenly asked, “So did you enjoy the movie?” He eyed me with a knowing look, the grin on his face widening.
I walked around behing him, reaching both arms around his chest. I lightly strummed his nipples with my fingertips. (He loves that.) As I continued teasing his now hard nipples, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Did I ever! It was very enlightening…even educational,” I purred.
Watching him in the mirror as I continued caressing him, I could see a bulge growing in his boxers.
“Did it turn you on? Which part did you like the best?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
“Pretty much all of them,” I replied throatily. I continued my teasing caresses, watching him in the mirror as I added, “One of my favorites was the guy squirting into the girl’s open mouth.” The sudden jerk in his boxers gave him away. “The scene where the guy had his penis in the girl’s butt was REALLY hot!” I moaned into his ear. His shorts twitched again. “But I think my very favorite was where the girl was running her tongue all around his balls, then all around his butt, and then pushing it in and out of his little hole.”
I heard his sharp intake of breath as his eyes narrowed. His shorts twitched a couple more times and his breathing was getting labored. I was really, really, REALLY tempted to drop his boxers and see what kind of reaction I would get from putting MY tongue in HIS butt, but decided to wait with that idea until sometime when he wasn’t getting ready for work.
Instead, I lowered my right hand and gripped his now semi hard penis in a loose fist through his shorts. I felt it grow bigger and harder as I squeezed it a couple of times. I purred in his ear, “Maybe we could watch it together some time?”
His jaw dropped and his eyes met mine in the mirror. I reached my hand through the opening in his boxers, gripping him and stroking. He just kept staring at me in the mirror as I increased my hand movements, going faster and faster, squeezing harder and harder.
He was openly panting within seconds, and a couple moments later jerked, froze, then squirted…all over the counter…into the sink…a little on the mirror.
“Sorry bro,” I murmured, “but I’m not on clean up detail today. Think about the movie.”
I blew him a quick kiss and left, returning to my room.
I quickly made my bed, and the “brush” with brother Ricky was soon forgotten as my mind turned to what I expected (hoped!) would be happening later on in the day. I had had an “almost” incident with my next door neighbor Jeff yesterday, stopped before it got really interesting by the sound of his parents returning home.
I had rinsed out and dried the bra and panties I had worn yesterday, and laid them out on the bed, planning to use them again today. They wer perfect for my plan. Intended for the heat of summer, they were a very lightwight filmy mterial, teasingly semi transparent. The dark areas around my nipples were easy to make out, and the panties were small and tight enough that they hugged my pussy tightly, making the outline of my lips and slit pretty obvious. The best part about my “costume” however, was when it got wet. The filmy material would then turn completely transparent, and although technically still dressed, the cover up ability of the bra and panties was reduced to that of a sheet of clear plastic wrap.
I left my room and started down to the kitchen for my morning juice, and maybe a bite of breakfast. As I was barefoot, I was virtually soundless as I padded across the carpet. I could hear the sound of my mom’s voice as I approached the kitchen. I got to the door and froze. My mom was standing behind my dad, clutching him in a bear hus. Her arms were around him. One hand was stroking, rubbing, caressing, the bulge in the front of his pants as she cooed in his ear, “Don’t make any plans for after work.”
I remaind frozen, standing and staring, mesmerized, in shock as my mom continued to fondle my dad’s groin. The bulge in the front of his pants was growing noticeably. Mom continued talking into his ear, although she had lowered her voice to a whisper, and I could no longer hear what she was saying. My dad let out a soft groan.
They hadn’t seen or heard me, and I hastily retreated a few steps. My mom and dad! I had never even thought about them in a sexual way, and had never given any thought at all to what (if any), sex life they might have. (Even though at the time they were both only in their mid thirties.) Thinking about it, I realized both my mom and dad would probably be considered quite attractive. Both were trim and fit, keeping themselves in good shape. I don’t know if my dad would be considered handsome, but I thought my mom was quite pretty, even sexy. Her figure is a lot like mine, slim and slender but with really nice breasts. (hers, I think, are a little bigger than mine. Where I am a 36C, she is probably a 38, and maybe a D cup.)
But still…MY MOM AND DAD?????
Regrouping quickly, I coughed loudly twice, anouncing my approach to the kitchen. Sure enough, when I walked through the door, my mom and dad had parted. This time in, however, I couldn’t help but cast a few furtive glances at the bulge in my dad’s pants, the bulge that just a moment ago my mom had been fondling and stroking!
I grabbed a glass of juice and a muffin and headed toward the table. I put them down and turned as my dad announced, “We gotta run sweetie. We’re running a few minutes late.”
I moved quickly and gave my mom the customary hug, and peck on the cheek. I turned and gave dad a quick kiss, but intentionally pressed my hips against his when I went to hug him. I could feel his hardness pressing against me! “Wow,” I thought to myself, “Who would have thought…?”
Turning away quickly to hide my now blushing face, I said in a light, slightly flip voice, “Have all kinds of fun at work. See ya when you get home.”
I finished my juice and muffin as they departed, and left the kitchen, heading back to my room. Ricky was coming down the stairs as I headed up them. I just couldn’t resist it as we passed. I reached out and squeezed the front of his pants, whispering in my sexiest voice, “Don’t forget what I said about the movie.”
He froze and I continued for a few seconds rhythmically squeezing the rapidly growing bulge in the front of his pants. “What?” I asked innocently, “Would that embarass you?”
He just grinned and moved on, shaking his head. I reached my bedroom door just as I heard the sound of the front door, announcing his departure. I now had the house all to myself.
Although I knew I would be spending a fair amount of time in the pool shortly, I decided to go ahead and jump in the shower anyway. I quickly lathered and rinses my hair, then grabbed my razor and did a quick shave under my arms. I moved on down to do my legs and, as I finished with them, I looked briefly at the very sparse, fine hairs surrounding my pussy. Thinking back to the movie I had watched last night, I remembered that all of the girls had their pussies shaved to one extent or another, and briefly debated shaving my own. I decided against if for the time being, and replaced the razor, reaching for the body wash. I quickly lathered, then rinsed, my entire body.
I knew I had come several times (I lost count!), in the past couple days, and since I didn’t own a proper douche, decided to clean myself inside the old fashioned way. (I had done this several times in the past, and pretty much had it down to a science.)
I grabbed the tube of body wash, and squatted down on my haunches, knees spread far apart. Using two fingers of my left hand, I spread my pussy lips wide open, and with my right hand inseerted the tube as far up inside of me as it would go. I squeezed the end as I slowly withdrew the tube, depositing a liberal amount of the gel the entire depth of my pussy. Setting the tube aside, I kept my lips spread open and inserted two fingers of my right hand deep up inside of me. I alternated between wriggling nad twisting them back and forth, along with pumping them in and out. When I was satisfied that I had thoroughly cleaned every bit of my inner channel, at least all the parts I could reach, I withdrew my fingers and stood.
I removed the hand held shower nozzle from the wall mount holder, and adjusted the dial from “spray” to “jet”. I squatted back down, and again spreading my lips with the fingers of my left hand, brought the stream of water right up against my open pussy. I could feel the water rushing up inside of me, and watched as the sudsy froth began flowing back out. I kept this up for a couple of minutes until the water flowing back out of me turned clear.
Satisfied that I had thoroughly rinsed my insides, I moved my fingers to spread my lips at the very top, exposing the hood over my clit. I aimed the stream of water at that spot, and within seconds felt the familiar warmth spreading through my body as my clit started to respond to the water’s caress. I thought briefly about treating myself to another come, but decided that would defeat the purpose of having just cleaned the insides of my pussy.
I stood, adjusting the dial setting back to “spray”, and was replacing it in the wall rack when a very naughty idea flashed through my brain. I remembered the incredible sensations from last night when I was sliding the candle deep in and out of my butt, and my brain went into overdrive.
I grabbed the tube of body wash, turning around so my back was to the showerhead. I spread my legs and bent over as far as I could. I reached back with one hand to spread my cheeks, and used the other to press the tube as tightly as I could against my little back hole. I couldn’t get the whole width of the tube to go up inside of me, but did get enough of the tip in me so that when I squeezed, I could feel the gel ooze up inside me.
I squeezed a small amount of the gel onto my middle finger, and set the tube aside. Reaching back, I brought my finger up to my hole and pressed firmly. I felt it slip inside of me and pushed harder, until the entirety of my finger was up inside my tight back channel. I started moving it about, wiggling it, twisting it, sliding it in and out. Again, the sensation was delicious, not really sexual, but very erotic, and a definite turn on! Feeling brave, I removed my finger and brought it together with my index finger. Reaching back, I tried to push both up into me. It was several seconds before my hole relented and I was able to get them in. At first, it actually hurt some, but after a few seconds the pain became nothing more than a mild discomfort…which also quickly faded. I started moving my fingers about…wiggling…twisting…pumping…
I continued my back channel massage for another minute or so, then removed my fingers. I grabbed the showerhead back off the wall rack, again adjusting the dial back to “jet”. I turned the water on up to full force and bent back over.
I brought the jet right up close, aimed right at my little hole. It was only seconds before I felt my opening relax and open up, the water then streaming right up inside of me.
I looked back between my spread legs, expecting to see the same sudsy froth flowing back out of me. I was stunned, and more than a little bit grossed out, when the water flowing back out was a murky, slimy, brownish color.
I stood stright up, in shock, and only slowly realized that I had just given myself my first enema!
With this “enlightening”, and the realization that I hadn’t hurt myself, or done anything wrong, I bent back over and returned the water jet to my butt. I held it there for a full minute, maybe two, until the brown color started to fade and the water running out of me became clearer and clearer.
Finally satisfied that I had thoroughly cleaned out both of my holes, I straightened, set the dial back to “spray”, and returned the head to the wall rack. I turned off the water and stepped from the shower, toweling off quickly.
I towel dired my hair as best I could, then spent a few minutes with the blow dryer.
I grabbed my nightshirt and panties off of the floor and started down the hall to my room. I noticed on the way that there was still a large dark, damp spot in the front of my panties from my early morning come, and, as I entered my room, couldn’t resist bringing them up to my face. I pressed the wet spot against my nose and inhaled deeply, once, twice, then a third time. I really liked the scent and decided it smelled like…well…sex!
It turned ME on, and I remembered how excited my brother Ricky had gotten when I held my fingers, soaked with my juices, up to his nose and mouth.
I was wondering if that special scent (and taste) would have the same effect on Jeff, (assuming of course he actually showed up.)
I dropped my nightshirt and still damp panties in the laundry hamper, and moved to my bed to put on my “costume”.
I put the bra on first, then stepped in front of my free standing full length mirror. I gazed at my breasts, able to see the dark rings of my nipples through the flimsy material. I quickly brought my hand up and lightly teased my nipples. They immediately became hard and upright, straining against the material. (You should know that although my breasts are only avereage (36C), my nipples are something else. They don’t look like anything special most of the time, but when they get excited, (or cold!), they will stand right out and grow to a full 1/2″.)
I turned back to the bed and grabbed my panties, stepping in and pulling them up over my hips. They were one, maybe two sizes too small, and when I turned back to the mirror I could see the way they hugged my pussy, clearly outlining the shape of my lips, and making the somewhat darker shadow of my slit kind of visible.
Although I had looked at my pussy many times before, I had never really LOOKED at it. I pulled my panties back off my legs and walked over to the full height mirror. I pulled it right next to my bed, adjusting the angle of the tilt so it was slightly down.
I hopped up on my bed, scooting right to the edge in front of the mirror. I raised my knees and spread them far apart. For the first time, I was REALLY looking at my pussy. It looked so…soft, so…pink! I lowered my hand and spread my lips open, trying to see up inside myself. That didn’t really work, so I contented myself with just gazing at the little bit of soft, pink, inner flesh that I could see.
“Wow,” I thought to myself. “So this is what the guys get so turned on looking at.”
I moved my fingers to the very top of my slit, spreading my lips again, hoping to see what my clit, my little “magic button”, actually looked like, but all I could see was the hood covering it.
I lightly caressed the hood, hoping to entice my clit to get hard and pop out, but felt myself getting moist before it came into view. Since this, again, would have defeated the purpose of my internal “bath”, I stopped and hopped off the bed.
I pulled my panties back on and returned the mirror to the corner.
Checking myself one last time in the mirror, I decided I was satisfied with my appearance and made my way down to the back deck and the pool.
I had planned this fairly carefully, and decided that when (if) Jeff showed up, I would be “dozing” on the lounge, my legs splayed out, pointing in the direction of the door he would be coming through.
I grabbed one of the reclining lounge chairs and moved it into position. I went back inside and retrieved my portable radio, bringing it out back with my dark sunglasses. (My plotting had led me to figure out that with the sunglasses on, nobody on the outside looking in at me could even tell if my eyes were open or closed, much less where exactly they were looking. I grabbed a soda from the fridge, picked up my magazine, and strategically placed them both on the edge of the pool, directly over my “magic water jet”. I placed the radio right next to them, and turned it up just loud enough that Jeff would be able to hear it next door and know I was outside.
Checking around the deck one more time, I was satisfied my “stage was set”, and started toward the lounge chair. I happened to glance in the corner and noticed the oversized tire inner tube that we used as a pool float.
Inspiration hit!
I quickly grabbed it and threw it in the water. After giving it a minute, I flipped it over, so the wet (cool) side was up. I eased myself into the water and hoisted myself up on the tube. I positioned myself so that I could lay back, shoulders and head resting on one side of the tube, legs dangling over the other, with my butt half sticking down through the opening in the middle.
I looked down to check the view that I thought I would be affording Jeff, (hopefully) and realized I was too far down in the water. I readjusted my position, hoisting myself up a little bit, and looked down again.
“Perfect,” I thought. My pussy was now up out of the water, affording a perfect view to anyone looking. I spread my legs, splaying them out over the far edge, and raised my arms up over my head. I tried to imagaine what I looked like, “spread eagle” on the oversized tube. I decided this ploy was much better than the lounge, plus the fact that this way my bra and panties were already wet, transparent and see through.
I laid back and half closed my eyes before I remembered, “Damn! I forgot my sunglasses!”
I rolled off the inner tube and went quickly to the patio table, grabbing my sunglasses and slipping them on my head.
I went back into the pool and climbed back aboard the tube, once again assuming my “position”.
I paddled myself into position near my soda, magazine, and radio, and waited…hoping.
Minutes went by and I began actually dozing…not sleeping…but kind of drifting in and out of awareness.
I came to and realized that I had drifted to the far side of the pool, and the inner tube in which I was floating had completely swung around. I was now facing in the exact opposite direction of where I wanted to be when Jeff (hopefully) made his appearance.
I quickly paddled back to the edge where soda, magazine, and radio lay. This time I hooked one foot up on the edge of the pool, anchoring my position. As I looked down to check myself, I realized that this posture caused my leges to be spread even further, and that the open disply of my pussy was now actually really naughty, bordering on lewd.
I quickly splashed a bunch of water on both my bra and panties, checking to make sure that they had once again turned “invisible”.
The water had the desired effect. I might just as well have not been wearing anything!
The splashing water also had the effect of turning my nipples rock hard…they were now standing tall and proud, straining against my see through bra.
I WAS READY.
Satisfied, I settled back in the tube, stretched my arms back behind me, and leaned my head back…waiting…
(To Be Continued…)

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Houseboat Vacation – Part 1

I graduated from college in June 1972. As graduation approached, Mom told me that she had a surprise for me for graduation. She wouldn’t fess up as to what it was and I was left to wonder, but I truly had no idea what her surprise might be.
After clearing all my stuff out of the dorm, loading it into the back of my old pickup, and saying goodbye to some friends, I headed out. Driving home in the warm June sun, I was wondering what I was gonna’ do for a job other than my old standby down at the feed store in town. As I drove up our long, gravel drive, I remembered the surprise Mom had promised me. I drove around the side of the house and saw my cousin Kathy’s car parked in back and then as I turned into the back yard and parked I saw Kathy, my older sister Nancy, and Mom lying on loungers sunbathing nude in the warm sun. This was a common occurrence in our backyard. Our house was on a substantial piece of land, mostly leased out to farmers for wheat and other crops, set back a long way from the road resulting a completely private backyard. Our family had always maintained a casual attitude about nudity around the house, and our extended family, including my aunt Jessie and cousin Kathy, had through the years skinny dipped on a fairly regular basis all together down at the river. So it was by no means out of the ordinary for some or all of us to be soaking up the sun nude at either our’s or my aunt’s house.
Hearing my tires crunch on the gravel, all three turned their heads in my direction and smiled. I hopped down out of my truck as Kathy came running toward me, her breasts flapping and bouncing around. She threw her arms around my neck, pulled herself up and gave me a big kiss. When she dropped back down onto her feet she said “Welcome home, Hut! How’s it feel to be through with college?”
“About the same as before I was through, I quess.” We headed toward the other two as they both sat up on their loungers to greet us. Nancy ran over to the side of the house and came back with a another lounger.
“Here’s one for you, Hut” she said as she set it down next to hers. “You can relax after your drive home.”
“I need to get my stuff into the house” I replied.
Mom piped up “Nonsense Hutter, you have time to relax.”
“OK if I go in and get a shower first? I’m kinda’ hot and sweaty” I asked.
“Of course.”
I headed for the back steps and up into the house. We had a mud room just inside the back doorway and that was where the washer and dryer were, along with a big double laundry sink and a simple shower. It was a place to clean up first instead of tracking crap all through the house. In there, I stripped off my sweaty clothes and threw them into the hampers, turned on the shower and adjusted the hot water to just enough to knock the chill out of the water. Pulling the shower curtain back, I climbed in and stood under the cool water enjoying the feeling of it as it cascaded down my body. Soapping up my hair and a washcloth, I started washing up when I heard Nancy’s voice “Do you need your back scrubbed, Hut?”
I stuck my head under the water to rinse the soap off then turned toward the hallway door. Standing there I saw Nancy, leaning naked up against the door jamb. I said “Sure, if you wanna’.” I’d been fucking Nancy and cousin Kathy or a regular basis for over a year and half, so we were very well acquainted, you might say. Without either of us saying another word, she pulled the curtain aside, climbed in, and took my lathered up washcloth from me. I turned my back toward her and she began scrubbing it from top to bottom. When she reached my butt, she reached around me with both hands, hugging herself up against my back and grasping my penis and scrotum in her hands. I turned around to face her, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace and a probing kiss. As our tongues played with each other and our bodies pressed together I felt my penis rapid engorging and rising to push into Nancy’s leg. She felt it, too, and moved slightly so that it sprung up between her legs. When we broke the kiss I said “I missed you, Nancy. It’s been too long.” It had been too long – over two months since I’d held my sister close and felt hot skin pressed against hot skin.
“I know” she said. “I’ve been looking forward to you coming home for the past few weeks.”
“Are you two that happy to see each other?” We heard from the doorway. We popped apart and saw Mom standing there naked in the doorway. As I turned toward her I had a full erection, my penis standing up close to my abdomen. Mom looked us up and down, pausing each pass to look at my penis then said “I don’t want to know” as she turned away and left. I’d been fucking both my mother and aunt for over a year – they preferred to think of it as “servicing” them, I think. Maybe she just figured that the same thing could be going on between me and my sister.
“Oh shit” Nancy said as she turned toward me and leaned on my shoulder.
I turned toward her and hugged her close and whispered “She’s probably just jealous.”
“What the hell does that mean, Hut? Jealous? Are you telling me…” She trailed off.
“Yeah, I guess I am. I’ve been taking car of Mom for awhile.”
“Oh damn. Who else knows? Anbody?”
“I assume that Aunt Jessie probably has a pretty good idea.”
“Jeez, are you ‘taking care’ of her, too?”
“Uh, yeah. She prefers to think of it as being ‘serviced’ – like a dairy cow. At least I’m keeping it in the family.”
Nancy mock slapped me, briefly acted indignant, then grabbed onto me in a tight embrace again. My erection which had waned slightly during our little discussion reasserted itself. “I guess I don’t really care, Hut” she whispered in my ear. She slid her hands down my back until the had a firm grip on both butt cheeks and pulled me closer as she whispered “I want you in me right now, Hut.” She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around my thighs. Almost falling over, I adjusted my stance to lean back slightly as Nancy moved her hips trying to find my penis. I grabbed her butt cheeks with my hands to help support her weight before reaching down around her thigh to hold my penis steady for her. Her target located, she slid onto it and began to rock her hips against me and then tried to stick her tongue down my throat.
We were both breathing very heavily when she lost the rhythm of her hip rocking and moved in jerks on my penis. She slowed to a halt, squeezing me even tighter with her arms and legs. All this while, we’d been probing each others tongues until I broke off the kiss and said “I can’t stand like this much longer.”
She unwrapped her legs and stood again as she loosened her grip on my neck. “I love you, Hut” she said.
“I love you, too, Nancy.” She slid down me until she was stooped down in front of me, took my penis in one hand and my scrotum in the other, and immediately took most of my penis in her mouth. She set up a pretty good rhytmn on it, sliding up and down its length as she tongued it. My knees began to feel weak and then my thighs began to flex involuntarily as I rapidly rose toward orgasmic release. “I’m about to cum” I rasped out as I felt my penis throb and jump in her mouth. I heard her gulping and then she milked my penis dry with her tongue and sucking action before dropping it from her mouth and standing up in front of me.
“How was that?” she asked.
“What do you think?” I replied. She hugged my neck again and we kissed one last time before breaking apart and rinsing off. Out of the shower, we stood together drying off. “I guess we better head back outside” I said.
“Yeah, we better” she replied as we tossed the towels in the hamper and headed out. As we approached the others, lying on their loungers, Kathy was smiling and beginning to sit up on her lounger as Mom opened her eyes and looked at us sideways with a serious look on her face. Nancy said “Mom, isn’t it great to have Hut home?”
Mom just said “Yeah, it is” and closed her eyes. Kathy looked at Nancy with a questioning look in her eyes and Nancy returned it with a shrug of her shoulders and roll of her eyes. Kathy was, by now, sitting on the side of her lounger, knees up and spread slightly due to the low height and Nancy and I sat down on ours facing each other. Kathy jumped up and came over to sit next to Nancy on her lounger. Nancy and Kathy were facing me, away from Mom a couple of loungers away, with their knees up and breasts almost on their thighs as Kathy poked Nancy and raised he eyebrows in a questioning way. Nancy just jerked her thumb back toward Mom and then pointed at me. Kathy’s eyebrows went up as she looked at me wide eyed. She mouthed “you, her” at me and I just nodded my head. Kathy rolled her eyes and then started chattering about other things.

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My best friend sister

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