Austin got into work late. Driving from home instead of the apartment took longer than he'd anticipated. He missed only about ten minutes of prep, but it was enough. Everything was off rhythm, like the drums in a band playing a quarter-beat too fast. Austin simply couldn't keep up. He tried to ignore the glares of his co-workers as he stumbled through mistake after mistake.First, he prepped the wrong order. Then he got the right one, but it was missing dressing. The one after that was over-dressed. And round and round he went.It didn't help that the whole kitchen was having a bad day. No one could cook fish right, apparently, and Chef Paul was in a particularly foul mood. Twice, food got sent back from the dining room. At the end of the evening, they all seemed like a battle-worn platoon rather than a kitchen brigade.Once everything was cleaned, Austin went out back for his smoke."God tonight sucked," he said as he puffed. Everyone except Chef Paul was back there: dishwashers, lin
Last Time: The Campbell family decided they were all OK with the ongoing family orgy, as long as they were honest with each other about what they were doing. They went back to their daily lives, but their uncontrollable, incestuous urges came with them. And the consequences weren't far behind. Austin has already lost his job, but surely nothing else could go wrong. Right?*When Molly came downstairs that morning, she found her older brother passed out on the living room couch. He was wearing his clothes from the night before, jeans and a t-shirt, and he was snoring. With the bright sun of morning dripping over him, he looked a bit like a cat, curled up under a sunbeam. A giant, smelly, drooling cat that was probably still drunk from the night before. But still.She'd heard what had happened. Austin had gotten in a fight at work, over what Molly couldn't imagine. He'd lost his job and come straight home. The family had all whispered about it the night before, but everyone agreed to le
Austin got off the couch and limped up the stairs. Molly followed, not even trying to hide what she was up to.Austin went into his bedroom and found some old clothes that he'd left behind from the last time he'd left the house. He held them up triumphantly to Molly, like a trophy he'd just won. Then he went across the hall to the shower. Molly leaned against the door jamb and watched him."Hey, are you OK?" Austin asked."Fine," Molly said. She smirked. But she didn't move."Well, I'm going to get in the shower now," Austin said."Yup.""So, I guess I'll just, you know, take off my clothes."Molly didn't say a word."OK then," Austin said. He took a deep breath, like he was about to jump off a very high diving board. The blond older brother reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing those delicious abs again. He had a thin line of golden curls that went down the center of his pecs, growing gradually thicker as it headed down his treasure trail.Austin looked right at
Molly dipped her own finger inside herself, much more gently than her brother had. She found her g-spot and worked herself up and back. Watched her brother lazily stroke his own cock, clearly more for her enjoyment than for his.Molly's body bucked. She slowed her grip and suddenly there it was. Not a massive orgasm. A little cum: a blip, not a blast. But a nice little rush of endorphins that left her leaning back against the shower wall and panting."That's a good girl," Austin said, watching his sister's pleasure run through her. Brothers weren't supposed to see their sisters cum. They weren't supposed to know how their little sis stroked her pussy. The way her lip quivered as the orgasm rushed through her. The gasps and moans of sisterly ecstasy.But then, there were lots of things the siblings shared that they weren't supposed to."Your turn," Molly said with a saucy smirk. She turned around and put her hands on the wall of the shower, like she was about to be frisked. Which, she
Molly closed her eyes and drowned in the sensations. The blonde baby sister rubbed her pussy with abandon. Her brother had started to tremble with each thrust. He was getting close, she could tell. She squeezed her bowels tight and her brother groaned like it was the greatest thing in the universe.Molly understood, now, what Lexi had said about the sexiness of being in control. Austin was so big and strong, but he was putty in her hands. Well, ass. But still. It made Molly feel powerful, alive. She'd spent her life a scared mouse, but here in the shower she was a goddess of sex. And her big, strong, older brother was a supplicant to her superiority. All the pussy rubbing in the world couldn't feel as good as that sensation as it washed over her."G... getting close, Mol," Austin said. His voice wavered the same as his body. Little paroxysms of pleasure rippled through both of them: the promise of what was to come."Kay," Molly said, barely able to get more than single syllables out.
Lexi turned the treadmill up on high and ran. No TV, no music, just the pumping pressure of legs on moving land. Most days now, Lexi went outside to run. She preferred the fresh air and it was nice to enjoy the warm weather while she could. Most of all, running on the treadmill was boring. Miles seemed to drag on with nothing for her to look at but bad television or a concrete wall.But when Lexi felt like punishing herself, there was no better place to be than that basement. She upped the velocity again. Sweat ran in rivulets down her body. Her legs throbbed. She would not let herself slow down.Lexi tried to pretend she didn't understand why she was so upset. She told herself that she was fine, that she was stressed for no reason at all. But deep-down Lexi knew exactly what was bothering her: she was jealous.It was all so stupid. Lexi was the one who'd encouraged Austin and Molly to fuck in the first place. How could she be mad that they did it again? Besides, she'd shared Austin p
Lexi almost laughed again, but she stopped herself in time. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible."Well, I mean, it's probably nothing. I've just. That is. Sometimes it seems like when your sister visits, they maybe are, I dunno. It's nothing. I'm sure it's nothing."Lexi stood there and watched while the girl, only a few years older than herself, spun herself into a tizzy trying not to say what she was trying to say. Lexi was willing to bet that Melanie had had one serious boyfriend in her whole life, if that, and probably didn't realize there were positions other than missionary. She seemed the type to still titter when someone said the word 'penis.' It sure was fun to watch Melanie squirm though, and Lexi wondered if the tiny blonde would do the same dancing on her tongue."Dad and Molly have a weird relationship, no doubt," Lexi said, finally extricating Melanie from the trap she'd created for herself. "They're more like friends than father and da
Lexi made to worship at her father's cock, but she knew he was the one venerating her. She put on the works: testing, tasting, teasing. She imagined Molly was watching, seeing how much better her older sister was at oral. Feeling the pain of her inadequacy deep in her heart. Jeez I really am getting dark here, Lexi thought to herself.James ran his fingers through his daughter's hair while she sucked him off. Lexi felt the pressure at the back of her skull. She decided to let him feel like he was in control, for the moment. Knowing at any time she could flip the switch and take it all back. She even let her father pump her mouth a bit."God. So good.""Mmmhm," Lexi said, mouth full of Dad dick. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to blow in her mouth, her tasty treat, or put it all in her pussy. She was definitely feeling the need for seed, and the thought of being inseminated by the man whose cum had created her seemed really appealing in the moment. Also, coincidentally, it was anothe
"So, she sets up Guitar Hero III but lets it play in demo mode," he smiles as he continues his story."You didn't really want to play video games did you?" she asked as she pulled me down next to her on the couch and wrapped her arms around my neck. I just shook my head as her lips met mine and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. We were kissing for a long time, when I pulled back and started unbuttoning her blouse. I glanced at the stairs, wondering if her parents will check on us."They won't come down here," she said, reading my thoughts. "I'm over eighteen and they trust me," she smiled seductively."I don't want to mess up on our first date," I told her. "So if I'm going to fast..." Before I could get the rest of the words out she shook her head and helped me undo the rest of the buttons. She pulled her blouse open and I started massaging her tits through her bra as we started kissing again. I fumbled a little with the front clasp of her bra but she helped me without breaking th
"Whew!" he gasps, breaking the kiss to take a deep breath. "You're even better than I remembered, Sara," he says, kissing my neck."What took you so long, John?" I breathe, not really expecting an answer."I don't know," he sighs. "Guilt... fear... who knows?" he says, looking at me with those deep brown eyes. "I guess I was afraid that once we got started, we'd never stop. You'd be an addiction that I couldn't or wouldn't break. I was afraid it would ruin both of our lives," he whispers."What's changed?" I ask, seriously wondering why all of a sudden, it's okay."You living here," he says. "It's a lot easier to ignore you when you're not around," he smiles. "Maybe I'm jealous of all the time you're spending with Jeremy. I don't know," he says, standing up and releasing my legs from around his back. "Should I have stayed away?" he asks."No," I shake my head. "I'm glad you're finally here but I understand the addiction issue," I smile as I sit up and scoot off the table. Pulling him
"Sounds good," he says, startling me by his proximity. I didn't hear him follow me into the kitchen. Grabbing two beers from the fridge, I hand him one and open the other one, taking a long swallow. I swish the beer around in my mouth, hoping it will remove any remnants of Jeremy's cum before he kisses me. If... he kisses me."So, how did you get Jeremy to overcome his shyness?" he asks, his eyes focusing on my hard nipples, emphatically embossed on the front of my tank top."Finally put my psychology degree to use," I answer, not to mention the tits you're staring at. I look at my beer bottle, tearing at the corners of the label as my eyes take in the bulge forming in his shorts. My juices are gushing into my panties as I lean back against the countertop, stretching the thin material of my tank top across my erect nipples. I'd be surprised if he couldn't smell the lustful aroma emanating from between my legs."Well," he says, clearing his throat as he shifts his gaze from my tits to
God! It's beautiful! I want to just stare at it and admire it. I love the shape of the head and the slant from the bottom to the top. I lick all around it, nibbling on the underside where the head comes together just under the opening. He's almost as big as his father but I push that from my brain as I open my mouth and guide him in."Ohhhhhh! Aunt Sara! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck!" Jeremy moans as I suck his cock into my mouth and slide my lips down the length of his shaft. It's been a while and I savor the feeling of his swollen cock sliding in and out of my mouth, imagining what it would feel like in my horny pussy. Cupping his balls with my hand, I stroke them with my fingers as I bob my head up and down and attack his hard cock with my tongue. He doesn't last long and I feel his balls constrict just before he shoots a large load of cum into my mouth."Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuucccck!" he cries as he grabs my hair and thrusts his cock into my warm mouth, spewing his salty seed onto my welcoming ton
While continuing to suck on my fully aroused nipples, I feel his hand slide up the inside of my thigh. Yes! Now we're getting to it! About halfway to my panty-covered pussy his hand stops and he pulls his mouth from my tit."We still okay?" he asks. "I'm not going too fast am I, Sara?" he asks, breathing pretty hard himself."No!" It comes out more forceful than I intend. "No, it feels nice, Jeremy," I say more quietly. He smiles as his hand continues its torturously slow journey. I have my head back against the couch and my eyes closed as my nephew sucks my tits and moves his hand within millimeters of my damp panties. When his fingers brush the damp material, I let out an audible sigh and spread my legs a little wider."That's good," I whisper. "You're doing great, Jeremy," I encourage him as he strokes my pussy lips through my cotton panties. "Try slipping your fingers in through the leg band of my panties," I instruct him as I spread my legs wider. I want to reach over and grab hi
"You let him touch your tits?" Jenny asks in amazement. "That's awesome! What are you going to do next?" she asks as she takes a bite of her quesadilla. I've accepted that my sister is going to push me to help Jeremy learn about sex."I don't know," I answer. I've been contemplating that since yesterday afternoon. "I think he's ready to date now." Jenny smiles at me across the table."Why don't you role play his date?" she says, clearly enamored with her brainstorm. "You be... what's her name?""Megan," I answer."You be Megan and let him try to get to first base with you," she says, holding her hands out palms up in a gesture of 'why not'. "You can be fully dressed and help him learn how to initiate some heavy petting," she smiles at me as she finishes her lunch. I'm sure she's expecting some resistance from me but I like her idea."Actually," I say. "That's not a bad idea," In fact, I love it. I want him touching my tits some more and my pussy is anxious for some attention, too. Thi
"You can't let him out there without any training." Jenny says between bites. "Do you remember your first time?" she asks but doesn't let me answer. "Mine was with Billy Stewart in the backseat of his dad's car. I was so fucking hot and ready for the big O, and then he grunts a couple of times and collapses on my chest. I thought what the fuck!" she laughs bitterly. "Please don't let that happen to Jeremy after all he's been through," she says and I don't tell her my first time was completely different than hers."I don't know Jenny," I say. "We're talking borderline incest here. I'm just helping him overcome his stuttering," I insist but she's not dissuaded."Seriously, Sara, you can't send him out there to blow his top as soon as he touches something wet and warm... you've got to help get him ready," she says. "Who else can do it?" she asks, taking my hand and pleading with her eyes. "Please, Sara.""I'll do what I can," I promise, my pussy excited at the prospect of teaching Jeremy
With his hand on the back of my head, he fucks his cock in and out of my mouth, slamming it against the opening to my throat. I haven't yet learned how to deep throat and I almost gag on his thick shaft. Pulling my mouth back a little, I wrap my hand around his saliva-coated cock and pump it in and out of my mouth. True to his word, his urgent build-up comes fast, flooding my mouth with huge spurts of cum that I try my best to swallow. The poignant taste of salty semen glides easily down my throat but there's too much for me and it oozes out around his cock and runs down my chin.I pull my mouth off, gasping for air as I fall back against the couch. Damn! I just sucked off my sister's husband! And he wants to fuck me! My pussy is burning with desire!"Fuck!" John says, plopping down on the couch next to me. "That was intense," he says, smiling at me. I quickly catch my breath and slide down off the couch, kissing his bare thigh as I kneel between his legs."Let's see how quickly I can
I'm ready and waiting for him Monday afternoon when school lets out. All weekend I vacillated about what I had been contemplating when I told him we were taking it to the next level. I thought about consulting Jenny but decided against it. I have to admit, I'm more than a little nervous when he knocks on the door."Hey," he says, setting down his backpack and taking a seat on the couch. "You've had me wondering all weekend," he says without a hint of stutter. I sit down next to him wearing the flower-print bikini that started all this."Well, I've been thinking," I tell him. "If you're going to start dating Megan, you could find yourself in some situations where your stuttering may come back." I pause."I've thought of that," he says quietly. "But I'm not sure what we can do about it. At some point, doesn't she just have to accept me as I am?" he asks, hoping I'll reassure him."Of course but it wouldn't hurt if you had the deck stacked in your favor when that happens," I answer. "So