She rolled me over on my back, and then crawled between my legs. She took my half-hard dick and put the tip in her mouth and very slowly swirled her tongue around the head. I was in heaven. I love blowjobs that start when my dick isn't full hard, and the whole thing fits nicely inside of a woman's mouth. But the important thing is that my dick had just been inside of her pussy a short time ago. My wife had never done that for me, and I assume that most women wouldn't do that. Olivia was clearly not most women. She had no problem with the fact that it was a recently fucked dick and was going to town on it.When I was most of the way hard, Olivia slowly pulled her mouth off of me. Jennifer, though getting gently screwed by Ken, had actually been watching the whole blowjob intensely, probably thinking, "I can't believe you put that in your mouth," but clearly thinking it was hot.Olivia looked at Jennifer now, clearly proud of her handiwork, smiled and said in a voice that sounded like a
NB: The following story has themes of incest, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. This is purely for entertainment only.Enjoy reading..************"I'm cold," Betsy announced, as if this was a huge revelation.My younger sister was always complaining about the temperature. I swear, she came out of the womb shivering. Despite the fact that we lived in Florida, where even the chilliest days were still hot, my sister was forever freezing.It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. I was sitting on the slate, sectional couch, watching the NBA Finals on the family's immense flatscreen TV. My sister stood off to the side of the living room, her arms crossed around her chest, like trying to hug the heat into herself.Betsy was bundled in a heavy, grey hoodie and dark sweatpants. I could barely make out her umber eyes under her hood. She'd gathered her long, light brown hair in a braid, and it ran down her chest like a dashing escapee."Can I sit with you, Bran?" Betsy asked. S
The next day was Monday, so I spent most of my time answering phones at work. Doing admin for a reinsurance company wasn't the worst summer temp job I'd ever had, and it kept me busy. I didn't put a lot of thought into the day before and what had happened. Mostly because, as far as I was concerned, nothing had. I mean, it was a little weird, what Betsy and I had done, but it wasn't that unusual.Except, when I got home, I found myself looking forward to something and I couldn't figure out what it was. Then, finally, it dawned on me. Some part of me, an inexplicable aspect for sure, was anticipating Betsy joining me in bed again. Which was silly for a whole host of reasons. Most importantly was that it wasn't going to happen again. I'd lived with my sister for almost two decades and we weren't going to change habits so easily.I had dinner with my parents and Betsy. I watched Netflix on the couch. Finally, around 10pm, I took my evening shower and crawled into bed. The house was quiet.
After dinner, I knew going to bed early was a bad idea. Betsy wasn't coming. Despite three days of disturbed sleep, I could tell I was in for another evening of staring at the ceiling. So, after my evening shower, I went back down to the living room and turned on the NBA Finals. I had to hope this series went seven, or else I was going to be in real trouble in a few days.I got on the couch, wearing my pj bottoms and an old t-shirt. For some reason I can't explain, I grabbed the fleece blanket from behind the couch and put it on my lap. It's not like I was cold.I was starting to get into the game when I saw Betsy bound down the stairs. She was in another heavy outfit -- this time a big, brown fluffy sweater and sweatpants. She glanced my way and I got myself ready, knowing that things were about to get super awkward.Instead, my sister hurried over to the couch and slipped in next to me. "You're all set up for me," she said, a tinge of awe in her voice. She pulled the blanket over he
"Having the finish line feel so distant makes it hard to start," Betsy said, "But you still have to begin.""I've tried," I said, "Am trying. But right now, not so much. What about you? You're cute and funny. Smart and se... I mean, you're alright for a sister. So, are you choosing to be single or has the universe forced it on you?""Somewhere in between," Betsy said.The waitress came by and cleared our plates. I sat patiently and waited while that business was done so that my sister could explain herself."Unlike my brother, who is pretty great for a brother, most guys are only interested in one thing," Betsy said."Icthyology," I said, nodding empathetically.Betsy tried not to laugh at my dad joke, but she did anyway. Then she glared at me for making her do it."In any case, I'm not ready for that yet," Betsy said, "I'm not a prude. I'd like to do more stuff. But I need to cross the emotional bridge before I can get there, and most guys aren't willing to take the time. So, I'm sin
Betsy nodded, her face very serious. She reached down for the bottom of her sweatshirt. She pulled it off, revealing a light blue tee. Betsy took that off as well. I was reminded of the old kid's magician trick of revealing an endless rainbow of ribbons. How far down did all this go?Finally, Betsy was down to just her bra. It was pink and lacy, nothing racy at all. A full cup that pretty much covered whatever chest my sister might have had. But what was revealed was more than exciting enough: my sister's surprisingly fit, flat tummy and the beginnings of curvy hips. I was beginning to realize that Betsy's body was something far more exciting than what I'd surmised based on her all-covering outfits."Hi," Betsy said, seeing me stare."Sorry," I said.A cute little smirk snuck across Betsy's lips. "Let's get back to it, OK?"I nodded.The little break had not flagged my flagpole erection one bit. I was at full mast and ready, at any moment, for the big, final fireworks show.Betsy lick
Betsy let her lips drift lower, like marking a trail so she could find her way back later. My ears and my neck. Down the center of my chest. As her mouth got closer to my dick, it became pretty clear what she had in mind. And this, well, it was way better than a mudpie (better than being sent down a hill on a rocket skateboard, too)."Ohhh, Bets," I groaned as my sister's lips made contact with my cock. It was only a kiss, but already I was aching for more.My sister slowly pecked her way around my pole. She dabbed her tongue against my shaft."That's nice," she said, smacking her lips, "My girlfriends said it was gross, but I kinda like it. Very man-y.""You should give it a really good taste to be sure," I said. Again, I didn't know what part of my brain was sending out these stupid sayings, but the rest of my mind did not approve.Betsy gave my comment the disdainful look it deserved. But then she gripped my dick and steered it into her mouth."Oh yeah, that's much better," she sai
"Of course I do, you're my sister.""Not love. Love.""I don't think so," I said, after some consideration. To be honest it wasn't all that clear cut. Love isn't a switch that's either on or off. There are all sorts of in-between spots we don't have words for. I didn't feel about Betsy what I thought love would feel like (I wasn't naive enough to think I'd ever been in love with any of my previous girlfriends), so I figured I was probably OK saying 'no.'"Right," Betsy said, "It's functional. You're keeping me warm, that's all."And so I let my little sister triumph. Like I said, I was rooting for her to win. Besides, I was moving out of the house in a few months anyway. So even if things were progressing a bit further than they should, it wouldn't matter for too much longer. What's a bit of oral between blood relatives, after all?Betsy's smiled, warmly, but then she shivered. "Good. Because I need another dose before I freeze to death."We both lay back on the bed. I pulled the cove
"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