Watching my husband fuck his sister
My name is Jane I am twenty six years old.
My name is Jane I am twenty six years old.
Tamera West slouched in an easy chair, watching an old Tarzan repeat on the television and eating an apple. Her thoughts werent on the screen, but on her date for that night, Eddie McDonald, a big, handsome boy, with craggy features like James Colburn — only younger, of course, Eddie was going to be a senior when school started again, (but sadly, he was going to be bussed to another district. Still, there was the rest of the summer to see him, and who could tell what would happen by September?) Shed only been out with him once, last Saturday night, on a blind date arranged by her best friend, Nancy Cannon, whose steady boyfriend Jason, had brought Eddie along. And wow!
Robert Carlyle was enjoying his Saturday morning; he was lying on his bed with his earphones on listening to some music on his mp3 player.
Someone was watching me. It was my 18 year old step-brother Ethan. He was standing right outside my door, peeking in though the almost imperceptible gap where the door handle was too small for the hole it was in. It was a defect born of my dads determination to fix the old handle and buying too small a replacement.
When I turned 18 I had saved enough money to but my
I hate myself, thought Francie as she looked in the
I was 18, and had just graduated from high school. This was my last summer of freedom before going off to college. I had never really had a serious girlfriend in high school, so I was looking forward to going off to college and losing my virginity finally. I was going to be going to one of the biggest party schools in the state, so I was counting the days until college started. The summer had just begun, graduation had only occurred a couple weeks ago, and there was quite a bit of time to do nothing.
Like all young men, or most of them I would think, maybe even older men too, the first thing I do upon awakening is reach for my crotch for that reassurance that it’s still there, still working, or just to say good morning to a dear friend. There are times when you don’t need to reach there for any kind of reassurance, because you could feel the pressure down there; but you reach there anyway, even if just to show appreciation and acknowledgement of its presence.
It had been a long day and after a defeat professionally as Kid Flash as
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
This is a story about my sister and me. I’m sorry if the punctuation is screwed up, but there’s nothing I can do about it. If it bothers you please do us both a favor and move on to another story. If you decide to over-look it and stay, thanks and enjoy. And as always, feedback is most welcome.
A work bearing the title of The Five Bloods of Ireland would need no justification for its title other than that the contents of the work deal with the five principal septs or families of Ireland, i.e., the ONeils, the OConnors, the OBriens, the OLachlans, and the MMurroughs; a title of The Five Nations would likewise be as easily justified if the work dealt with the five confederated Indian tribes (the Mohawks, Oneidas, Onondagas, Cayugas, and Senecas), or, as was the case with Rudyard Kiplings volume of poems, if the five nations were the five component parts of the British Empire.
I woke up with my head pounding, my own fault I might add, drinking was not something I was very good at and by the feeling that even the dim light of the room I was in was giving me, Id do my usual vow of never drinking again after about 10 aspirin and 2 gallons of water. I opened my eyes a little more and the confusion set in, I was not on the couch I was sleeping on for the week, I was in my sisters bed! I looked over and she was fast asleep with her back to me, I looked to see where my pants and shirt were and found them on the floor along with my boxers. I went to try and sit up and the room started spinning so I flopped back down on the bed again.
Hope youre doing well, I dont post very much, but I am a fan of erotic fiction especially when it is ahem a certain subject matter (corny joke done). This is COMPLETELY FICTION, all characters are of legal age and older.
Mike McBride was driven to adultery by his inability to satisfy his lustful appetite with his wife. Even though he loved her, he craved certain acts which she absolutely refused to participate in. But then, activating his desires on others only made him crave his wife more. It was she he wanted to do these things to. What Mike didnt know was that his wife had been involved in lascivious behavior before they met. Would he find out? Only if she didnt pay the blackmailer.
I whistled with cheerful excitement as I drove down the quiet, suburban road towards the home of my sister. Married with three kids, my sister Melanie had a nice, white-collar existence in a respectable home, though her and her husband were not quite as respectable as they seemed!
It all started a couple of years before I was even in high school. A group of guys who pretty much hung out all the time together started this game. They were constantly bragging about which girls they’d bagged the night before or some kinky thing they did. It got to where the stories were so elaborate, they decided to make a big poster-board chart of the various girls, what their kinks were, which would do what, who had done them and how. This way, if a guy was interested in doing one of the girls on the chart, he knew exactly how to get her and what she was into. It pretty much guaranteed success and saved a lot of time and effort.
Not long after I had turned 18, a sudden, and somewhat drastic
Back when I was about 18, my family took a trip to
My wife Becque, was an even 10 years younger than me.
I dragged my tired ass out onto the large sunning area of the hotel by the pool. Third day of vacation, and I was up practically all night, but not by my choice. I finally left my room at about seven, and went and had breakfast, before heading over and doing some touristy shit, before returning to have lunch, then finally coming out and deciding I needed a nap in the shade by the pool.
Description: A young versatile university PhD professor is tired of being the object of derision as the pocket protector guy. When offered an opportunity to join a unique company, he takes a chance and enjoys the transition.
As they both looked up at me I could see it. Both of them had thier eyes completely full of hunger and lust. I could just tell that they are seconds away from losing control and giving in to the immense hunger thier throbbing cocks shared. With a glee I softly bit my lip and gave into thier wishes. My brother began lifting me up, so I helped him, as he positioned himself under me. His huge throbbing cock got so close to my pussy lips, I could feel the heat coming off of him. Once again I looked down…
Should I tell you about my future sister-in-law? Well, her name is JoeAnn, Joe for short. She was living with me and my fiancée (her sister) for a while in our 2 bedroom apartment. Anyway, Susan, my future wife, had gone to the mall, and, Joe and I were watching TV. I was 24, she was 18, and had just been divorced. We were watching something, when she took the remote and turned the channel! I looked surprised, but took the remote and turned it back. She grabbed it out of my hands and turned it again, then put the remote behind her back. Well, not wanting to let this teenager get the better of me, I tried to take it from her. We struggled and play fought. Now, I am in the (bad) habit of not always wearing underwear. I like him to hang free sometimes. Well, this happened to be one of those times. As we fought, I got her down on her back on the floor. I hadnt noticed before now, but she, obvious to me now, didnt always wear a bra. I had never noticed her nipples, but they stood out hard and proud now. I looked at her and saw she had been looking at me. She smiled, but then pretended to be smiling about the fact she had the remote.