Incest

I flung my arms about my son with abandon, hugging him fiercely against me.

“Jenny… ? For gods sake the boy has only been gone four months!” That was my husband, Brent’s step-father, Robert.

My eyes were squeezed tight and I held back a sob - it had been harder for me than Robert when Brent went off to an excellent University out east, on a scholarship.

Brent’s arms were pressed tight against his frame and he gasped, “Mom… ?”

Suddenly, I realized I may actually be harming my boy and immediately released him from my loving, but asphyxiating, grasp.

Holding his shoulders in my hands I leaned back and looked up into my handsome son’s blue eyes. My gaze was blurring with tears, I was so happy to have my only child home - if only for a month.

Robert leaned past me and slapped my son on the chest playfully, “How were the girls at school boy?”

My reaction was automatic, though none seemed to even hear me, “Oh Robert!”

Brent seemed thankful to look away from my sad-happy face, as he playfully replied to his step-father, “Pretty and plentiful!”

His bravado statement took me by surprise, Robert had always teased my brilliant son on the lack of female companionship - and the normal embarrassed and humiliated response was gone. My son looked confident and pleased with himself.

It was only the first of many changes I would notice.

Brent must have seen my surprised look, “Not as pretty as my mom of course!” He leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. (more…)

Every summer mother donates me to help my grandparents around the house - painting, trimming and other general duties to both lawn and structure. This year being the first since grandpa had died before last Christmas and so my mother had loaned me out for a full week rather than the traditional weekend!

To say the least, this fifteen year-old dreaded every second - wanting to be a sloth full-time comes much more naturally.

It was one of the hottest and most humid days of the summer up till then. So grandma wore loose fitting shorts, buttoned up shirt and sandals. I wore shorts and not much else. Both of us started to sweat even before we started to work just after breakfast the first morning of my visit.

Grandma is an attractive, in an aged sort of way of course, and energetic old bird. No I never looked at her that way - but I did not miss the fact that she still had a waistline and that her legs were her best feature. In fact, I was a little proud that my grandma was not the least like most of my friends’ - old and miserable.

Before it got too hot, grandma asked me to retrieve the junk in the peaked roof of the garage - to bring it down to the cement floor for her to sort. It was dust covered boxes of memories - many opened or rotting - stacks and stacks of them.

It was dusty, and as the sun rose in the sky, hot work. (more…)

It was a Fall evening and while coming home late I chanced on my older sister Lisa. She was a Goth (one of those people that dressed in all black and fancied they are vampires or supernatural beings) and had been at Ruth’s Goth party. Lisa was intoxicated stating “I am drunk and High…(laughing)wow” and I helped her home. As I took her upstairs with my arm around Lisa she said “are you feeling me up, your hand is so nice on my titty” and giggled. I helped her to her room. Lisa offered “I let Tom the guy from school feel me up but I wished it was you little brother (my face turned beet red)…I am going to change into my pajama’s…I’ll leave Lisa…No you can stay I’ll turn my back” she smiles.
I watched with interest of a dying man looking at water as my older sister disrobed. She removed her t-shirt. Her back was so wonderful the tanned skin and slender shoulders leading to a narrow waist. Her bra was white and she lowered her jeans revealing white nylon panties covering her round butt, as round as a Georgia peach. Lisa’s thighs were full and sleek and her legs those of a playmate of the year. Lisa brushed off the straps of her bra off her shoulders then reached behind herself and undid her bra and held the cups to her C breasts. She dropped it and turned slightly to reach for her pajama top and I caught a flash of the side of her breast and then she had the top on. She lowered her panty and her bare bottom was so round and taunt and then regrettably her pajama bottom was on. Lisa laid on her bed and said “let’s talk” and I sat beside her. (more…)

Mother looked up from where she sat on the stool before her vanity mirror as I approached from behind. Without my shoes, I walked softly across the hard wood floor like a memory out of my youth. She watched me with her wide green eyes, a smile pleased, but nervous, smile on her full red lips.

It had been a delightful evening. Just a mother being spoiled by her loving adult son. We dinned at a fine restaurant that mom would never have been frugal enough to enter if I was not paying - we danced to ancient tunes played by an ageing piano player and his young sexy lounge singer. Mother drank at least six glasses of fine wine - most of the bottle that I had bought. And we ate several courses of exquisitely prepared food.

All according to plan.

I stopped my approach as soon as I stood behind her, staring back through the mirror at her questioning gaze. I slowly brought my hands up to lay upon her thin white shoulders - the blouse from earlier in our evening already discarded. The elastic straps of her brassiere contrasting with the smooth cool skin that seemed harsh in some way.

It was never odd to see mother dressed this way growing up, partially clad in a slip and bra - but there was never any nudity, though I certainly tried. I could feel a certain awareness of her half clad state, even more than usual - with her wearing her black nylons, slip and bra.

Slowly bending at the waist I brought my warm moist lips to the nape of her neck, her skin feeling cool. The kiss was done very lightly but I felt her quiver before me. Mother smelt as I have always remembered, the lingering perfume mixed with her expensive organic bath soap. (more…)

I married Lisa about a year ago. She is about 5′-9″ with long wavy blonde hair and a beautiful smile. The one feature that really attracted me to her was her full, firm 36D tits. They are all natural and cause most men to do a double take. She is pretty and also has a well toned body and a heart-shaped ass. Since she is only twenty-two years old you would expect her to be somewhat well maintained because she works out regularly. She pays a lot of attention to her figure because as a young girl she carried a few extra pounds. She enjoys running into guys that remember her as dumpy in school. She really blows their minds. I met her about two years ago and she had already transformed herself to the looker that she is currently. We have a pretty good sex life and she seems to enjoy my 6-1/2″ during our regular lovemaking. She is very creative and can never get enough sex.

Her mother died around four years ago leaving her with her devoted father, Will. Lisa and Will went through some hard times together when her mother died. They are very close. He is a doting father and she is a devoted daughter. Lisa said that her dad had a lot to do with her shaping herself up and losing all that weight after her mother died. Will is a young forty-two year-old that keeps himself in great shape. He is tall, tanned and good looking and has a number of women that would like to corral him. He says that he is not interested in these would-be companions. Lisa said that she is a carbon copy of her mother and from the pictures that I have seen she’s right. She says that her dad misses her mother and cannot get serious about other women. We live close to him and he spends a fair amount of time at our house tinkering around. He owns a construction business and sets his own hours. I like Will and I don’t really mind him being there. He enjoys puttering around and my wife enjoys his company. She has always been a “Daddy’s girl”. (more…)

She was sitting on the front seat of the passenger side with her knees on an angle, almost touching the floor stick shift of the car. As he drove, his eyes were distracted by her legs, as the streetlights flashed on them. She wore a short skirt and her legs were uncovered about ten inches above the knee.

He shifted into fourth gear and allowed his hand to remain on the shift as he drove. A downward glance told him his hand was practically touching her knee. His daughter continued talking of the day’s events, but he couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. Those awful unnatural feelings he felt in the past, again started flowing through him. He kept stealing glances at those upper thighs that were exposed and his heart was again pounding as it had so many times in the past.

Although he had his hand on the shift it was only touching it loosely. He kept maneuvering it around until suddenly the back of his knuckles made contact with her knees. That slightest contact was enough for his cock to start to expand in his pants. Jenny didn’t make the slightest effort to swing her legs away. (more…)

They’d been working alone in the house for about an hour when he sent her downstairs to the basement to get some papers he’d left on the desk. Only moments after she’d gone, her father heard a loud crashing sound followed by a scream.

Rushing to the top of the stairs, he looked down and saw Ann Marie sprawled out where she had tripped and fell.

“Are you all right, Annie?” he asked when he got to the bottom of the steps.

“I don’t know, Dad,” she answered, as her father helped her to her feet. “My leg hurts.”

“Where, hon?”

“Right here,” she answered, rubbing the back of her thigh.

“You’ve probably pulled a muscle,” he said, putting his arm around his 14-year-old daughter. “Let’s go over here where I can check it, sweetheart.”

Holding onto her father as he grasped her around the waist, the girl hobbled across the room to a cot that was lying in a corner.

“Now just lay down here, sweetheart,” he said.

When Ann Marie was spread out on her tummy, her father raised her skirt up, and began rubbing the back of her leg.

“Oh, that’s where it hurts,” she gasped when his fingers pressed against a muscle up on the inside of her inner thigh.

“I can feel a knot there,” he said. “I think a massage will probably loosen it.” (more…)

Sandy was a single mother of 36. She was a smart, professional woman who valued her independence from any man. Ever since Steve had impregnated her in college and announced that a family was not in his immediate plans, Sandy vowed to raise her child alone and succeed no matter the cost. Sandy took good care of herself by working hard and being involved in her son’s life. Her hair was a brilliant fiery reddish orange. She had 34 C breasts with nipples that would swell like peanut butter cups. Her ass was firm and would fit in the palm of a man’s hand. Her son had been a c-section delivery so her pussy was as tight as it had been in college. Sany trimmed her pubic area leaving only a thin strip of hair because of the fiery color of her mound. She loved wearing loose t-shirts at night without panties and a growing teenage son with roving eyes did not need enticement from his mother. Sandy was every horny man’s dream, but she refused all men devoting herself entirely to her son and career.

Jed lusted for his mother constantly. He tried daily to see her naked, but had never been as close than her bare legs dangling from her nightshirt. He could faintly make out her ass cheeks through her nightie so he guessed that she didn’t wear panties to bed. That thought alone would drive him to the bathroom every night after Sandy showered. Jed loved feeling his mother’s panties. She wore french cut satin and lace panties, and Jed’s favorite pair were her transparent pink undies. Jed smelled his mother’s womanhood in the fabric and would rub the panties all over his body. He was careful not to cum in the underwear because his mom did all of the laundry. Jed would masterbate into the toilet with his mother panties wrapped around the shaft of his cock. This was Jed’s nightly ritual, and the closest that he had ever been to a woman’s pussy. (more…)

so my moms got this fat butt right? so in my dream i dreamt that she was walkin out the door but i stopped her and kissed her all sloppy like and she was lovin it. then out of nowhere i force pushed her around and lifted up her dress over her head so she couldnt see anything and i started to dry fuck her ass. she had these nice silk panties on and when i came my cock was facing toward the ceiling and i came literally everywhere all over her back and ass ad got some in her hair. that dream was tight.

To be honest, I thought Cindy was challenged. You know..(retarded is an ugly word these days.) I was the last in line at the gas station that winter day watching this very flustered girl behind the counter juggling the register, pumps, lottery, cigs etc. She was a skinny little thing. Pale and bugg-eyed. Her chest was flat as a board and her hair was a short bleached dyke-job. As I got closer I could here her cracking voice. She stammered and slurred, spitting a little when she spoke. She couldn’t pronounce certain sounds properly. By the time I got to the front I was in awe. Thats right, love at first sight! She gave me that forced customer service smile as she wiped the spittle from her lower lip.
“Can I helb You thir?” she asked with a quiver.She didn’t look up at me.
“Five on number seven please.” I said, handing her five singles.
“Thank you, have a nithe day.”
It was then I noticed her hearing aid. She wasn’t “challenged”, just hard of hearing.
I couldnt let this moment go. I didn’t care about the people behind me.
“Whats your name?” I asked with a smile.
She looked right at me with those buldging eyes and that slack jaw. “Uh…Thindee.”
“Would you like to go out sometime Cindy?” I couldn’t believe how bold I was getting, this wasn’t me!
Her eyes grew even wider and she started struggling with her words, kind of like Billy Bibbit in ‘One Flew Over The Cukoo’s Nest’ when nurse ratchett busted him with the hooker. (more…)

It was a warm Saturday night at a quaint mountain resort. The dinner and dance hall there had been rented by a large group of mothers for a special occasion for their yung daughters. All the girls in attendance were just 18 and fixing to graduate high school. But this night was for a more special occasion. The mothers had also been asked to invite a male family member of the daughters choice. So amongst all the lovely young ladies and their moms were uncles, dads, step dads, grandpas and even some elder brothers. each of the young girls wore their very sexiest and shortest skirts or dress sets to make them as appealing as they could to their male escort. The males were all dressed in suits, very well groomed and looking daper for their lovely young hosts. This was all about the moms gettng to see their precious girls with the men they adored. Not just the typical love that these girls have as a member of family but a more deep seeded passion. These girls picked these particular men because they will get to live out and act upon that very secret longing they have had for them. these men were about to give their most intmate passion to these soft sexy young ladies. The desire and passion was so thick in that hall you could have cut through it with a knife. I know.. I was one of the lucky men to have been chosen by my step daughter Sara. She was just a few days past her 18th birthday. and she looked stunning. Blonde hair to her upper back, deep blue eyes that would melt any man. a soft tan covered her satin skin. She was 5-3 all of 110 lbs, and small but extremely perky breasts. She wore a white satin Chemise dress that clung to her young form tightly and allowed every little curve to display itself. She was a very demure looking girl.almost waifish. But she stood out amongst the crowd for me. when I took her arm and walked into the room with her as we were introduced I felt my chest bulge with pride. I had the most beautiful young girl at y side and I just beamed with happiness and pride that she had chosen me. We had only been dad and daughter for a year but it was the most glorous year for her as she said to me that she finally had a dad that loved her and would not ever beat her or frighten her again. (more…)

Tim woke up relatively early to an odd sound. As he awoke from a wonderful nights sleep, he was pleased to find that his cock was still deep inside his grandmother’s warm cunt.

She was 58 years old. She still had a great body. Most men mistook her for his mother when they were out together. Tim was a mere 17 years old. His long 8 inch dick was quivering slightly in her experienced womb. He thought back about last night. It had been amazing. He took her to bed after dinner, and slowly entered her, lying on top of her.

They wasted no time with foreplay. They needed to cum. Tearing off their clothes, they entwined their bodies. They heaved and grunted, their pace picking up, thrusting violently into each other, fucking harder and faster until he could no longer hold it in, and he spewed a warm load into her. Since he was so young, he stayed hard. They did it twice more that night. The last time he had fallen asleep soon after finishing her.

He looked down at her cunt, and his sperm was still there, having oozed out onto the sheets. Then he looked at her beautiful face. He was surprised to see even more sperm on her smiling, sleeping face. He wondered where it could come from, and then he looked in the corner. There, on a mattress in the corner, was his little brother James. He was 15, with short blond hair. (more…)

“Thirty five degrees?! Arg, it’s going to be another day by the pool.” Untangling herself from the large armchair in front of the television, Brianna grabbed her empty breakfast bowl from the small table in front of her as she made a bee-line for the kitchen. “Daddy, do you want anything

while I’m in here?”

Brianna’s father, Michael, padding into the kitchen wearing nothing but his silky novelty boxers. “Just a glass of juice,” Mike replied as he yawned, lifting his arms up to stetch.

Feeling a rising blush, Brianna nodded, quickly preoccupying herself by opening the fridge and pretending to look for a cold glass. In actual fact, she needed to rid herself of the colour staining her cheeks as she noticed her fathers cock poking out from the little button spacing;

replacing a little stick figure of a man, so only the words: dick stands at attention, were properly visable.

“I’m guessing you’ve decided to move into the fridge this weekend.” Mike mused as he noticed his daughter was spending a rather long time with the fridge open.

“Umn…nope; it’s just hot in here…” Grabbing a glass and the carton of juice, Brianna placed them on the table before scrambling out the kitchen, calling after her father that she was going to get ready for a day by the pool. (more…)

I woke next morning to her dressing up for work.. She had her panties and bra. She had a dark pink bra and orange pantie on. She looked at me and I woke with a hard as well.
“Good morning sleepy head.. I hope you enjoyed last night as I did.”she said
“yes, I did aunt Cara. I hope we do that more often. I mean…you know.” I said.
She giggled and looked at my cock..she walked over and grabbed and started to suck on it.
I moaned as I watched her suck me dry. I grabbed her blonde her and was forcing her to go faster.
then She took my whole load in her mouth with out dropping a bit . I then kissed her and went into the bathroom to shower.
“I am going to work now. You kids be safe.ok” she said.
“Ok”
after she left. I went downstairs to get something to eat and watch some tv.
I was watching tv when I heard my older sister Meena and my brother John coming downstaris.
“Aunt Cara left for work.” My sister asked. I nodded my head. I was still mad at her for saying that I have a smaller cock than John’s. They went to the kitchen and were making breakfast. My brother usually helps her with that. After we all ate breakfast. We watched more tv and this time my sister turn to the porn channel. She sat between us as me and my brother watched the porno. My sister kept touch my cock and John’s cock. She kept feel them and after two hours of just us touch our sister.
“Ok I am bored.. I think I am going to take a sun bath near the pool.” (more…)

My name is Alex and I am 25. I want to tell you how me and my sister Marisa who is 11 started fucking each other. I just got home from college and mom and dad told me that i should be a dear and watch Marisa during the day while they were at work. No problem, i love my little sister. But I started noticing that she was starting to turn into a woman, a little flair to the hips, not quite A cups on her chest already. She still dressed like a little girl, a sexy little girl who didn’t know her body was turning me on. She wore these tight tops which showed off her tiny developing breast. Her nipples were often poking out of the material, showing me how big her 11 year old nipples really was. And her little skirts did nothing to hid that plumb juice ass. Everytime she would lay in front of the T.V., her skirt would ride up and I could see her juicy little ass and the outline of her pussy lips through her little girl panties pulled up tight against her skin. God, I couldn’t help it. My dick would get so hard. (more…)

I don’t know why, but I was blessed (cursed?) with an incredible memory of things long past with recollections of things that even happened when I was a baby. But, this particular memory goes back to when I was around 3 1/2 years old. My mother had just had another baby girl. I was the 7th child with six older sisters and now I had a seventh. My mother was 36 when I was born. Now she was 39.

She breast fed everyone of us. I was born 18 months after the sister just older than I. So, based on how long I suckled at my mother’s breast (over two and a half years), she must have been weaned early to make room for me. Now, I was observing her nursing my new little sister on a constant basis. It could either have triggered memories for me, or more likely, I just got jealous of my little sister being held and nuzzling my mother’s tits. But, I don’t ever remember resenting that sister. I was three years older.

One time in the living room, Mother was nursing my little sister and I kept watching them. I must have had a longing expression on my face because she asked me, “Son, what’s wrong?”
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Let me describe her first. She is a woman of 61 years now. More beautiful than ever. If I had to choose a celebrity type look alike, It is a toss up between Michelle Lee and Susan Lucci. Seeing her with your own eyes, you would see a petite woman. 5′4 and hovers around 100 pounds. Her body is proportioned so perfectly, Da Vinci couldn’t get it right. She has olive skin. The kind that tans dark during the summer months. Her is hair, the feature I Love best, is thick, brunette, still shoulder length at her age, with curls scattered throughout. Moving down, my aunt’s neck is soft and her skin still tight. Petite shoulders that lead you to her beautiful 32a breasts. Small but look so good. Nipples that become erect from my breath. The skin around them cherry dark, not quite quarter size. To me they look perfect on her petite frame and sensitive to the touch. Working my way over her stomach, a stomach most women would envy, I come to her panties. They puff out in the front from her thick triangle of brunette pubic hair. So dark, the color bleeds through the cotton panties. A thick triangular crop of hair, but kept well. Bikini lines run perfectly down forming the triangle. By now I am gently massaging her soft cheeks working my hands along her thighs and legs. Kissing gently where my hand may have just passed. Her legs are tan, the skin smooth. The inside of her thighs taste wonderful to me as I kiss along them. I love to look up at her face sometimes at this point. Catching her beautiful body wearing nothing but her panties at this point. (more…)

I was 15 years old and, like any 15 year old, my hormones were becoming rampant. Not that I had any luck where it came to the opposite sex, I’d had a few dates, but had never got any further than a brief petting session with my date, nor had I seen a naked female outside the pages of a magazine. It wasn’t my looks that let me down, I was no super-hunk, but I had been told I was quite ‘handsome’, mind you that was right before the girl dumped me. My problem was confidence, as in I had none, all my dates, few as they had been, had been set up for me by friends and I had yet to pluck up the nerve to ask a girl out myself. Of course I was firmly of the opinion that there was something wrong with me and I would go to my grave a virgin, little did I know what was in store for me.
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She looked into her husband’s dark eyes, almost black as coal. She knew this look very well. Her husband only became like this when he was mad, very mad. He and Connie had just had another argument about having a baby. The young couple had been trying for the past year, with no success. Connie’s husband, Brad, refused to see a doctor, his pride preventing him from knowing exactly who the blame would be set on. In his mind, Brad was convinced that Connie was the one with the problem, unfortunately, this did set his mind at ease, but it also created alot of unnecessary anger for his wife.

Brad and Connie fell in love in college, both starry eyed young people with the world at their fingertips. The year they graduated, Brad took a job with an engineering company and Connie worked for her father, in his printing shop. The young couple spent the first three years of their marriage completely soaked in marital bliss, no more then a fight or two a year, that was until they decided the time was right for them to start their family.
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“Hello beautiful,” was gaily sung out and into my ear when I reluctantly picked up the phone on a dreary and cold, early December, Ohio morning.

‘What does he want, why’s he calling me anyway?’ I thought, recognizing my Daddy’s deep baritone voice. “Hi Daddy, I’m pretty busy now,” I started rudely, not wanting to waste any more time away from my writing.

“I finally moved into my new house Samantha, just wanted to give you all the details, address, phone number, etc.”

“Can’t you just e-mail me the details?” I answered gruffly.

“I could sweetie, but then I wouldn’t get a chance to talk to my favorite person in the world,” Daddy replied with his customary smile in his voice.

At fifty-seven he’s still as smooth as ever, I thought, and couldn’t help smiling in spite of all the anger, the resentment I still felt for him. A couple of words and I fall under his spell, I muttered to myself, as a flood of perfect memories cascaded through my mind.

“I’m writing a story,” I whined, unwilling to let him see how easily he could make me succumb to his charm.

“I saw a school of dolphins this morning hon,” he went on. (more…)

“Whewww! Ohhhhh…ungh! Fuck! Unggh yeah!” she convulsed. Cumming with a
bucks and heaves. I soon followed suit filling her hot ass with cum. I
must have pumped a gallon into her shitter because when I pulled my cock
out it starting leaking non-stop.

I got up and got dressed while she lay there with her eyes closed and a
little smile on her face. Wow! I still didn’t believe it. Her dad! Shit!
Mr. Parker was fucking that shit out of his little daughter Suzy Parker.
Man what a weird experience.

I managed to find my way home and now here I was about to knock over a
lamp or a vase at any minute. Shit. Bitch could have left the fucking
stove light on at least. I felt my way to the arm of the couch and used
it for balance while I took my clothing off. Thinking about fucking
little Suzy was making my dick hard again. I figured I could beat off to
relieve the pressure. As soon as I got my clothes off I leaned on the
arm of the couch and flopped onto the cushions face first only to plant
myself right on my mothers exposed breasts. (more…)

Terri sat in front of the mirror and dried her hair.
She had to rub a clear spot on the foggy mirror from
time to time. That’s because Bobby was still in the
shower.

He had been waiting patiently, sitting on the chair at
the dressing table when she got finished with her own
shower. She’d stepped out naked, glistening with water
droplets and his eyes had raked over her, as they
always did, as they had for as far back as when she was
thirteen and he was twelve.

That’s why she stayed in the bathroom and dried her
hair, instead of just going to her room and letting it
dry on its own.
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Mom opened her mouth and slowly lowered her head until the head of brother’s shaft was warmly wrapped up into her mouth, daughter did the same with dad tool… Dad let out a loud groan as she felt and she understood she was doing everything right. Mom’s deepthroat looked much more professional, but daughter’s blowjob was getting better and better with each movement of her head…

Cissy pirouetted in front of everyone, showing off her shiny red satin gown. “Isn’t it lovely, Uncle Bill?” She still couldn’t get over how she looked; she’d never had a dress like this before. It was almost strapless — just two thin strands across her smooth-skinned shoulders. They weren’t even holding it up; that was taken care of by the stiff corset that actually produced something like a bosom. It had taken some convincing to get away with not wearing a shawl to cover up. But at least all the discussion over her decolletage — not that anyone came right out and said that’s what they were discussing, of course — anyway, all that talk had kept them from saying anything about the slit that went from her ankles clear up to her hip. She twirled again, careful not to swing the slit open too wide. She felt too happy to have an argument now.

Her uncle and guardian, Bill Davis, looked up from the evening paper. He was still a little new at this parent business, having taken in his nephew and two nieces only a little while ago. (more…)

My little sister Sarah and I have always been close to each other, best mates as well as siblings and it only seemed natural that when she got a job near where I lived she moved in with me. We got along like a house on fire and confided in each other about everything and I was glad she was around when my girl friend dumped me. Then one evening things took a very unexpected turn. I’d never looked at my little sis’ in a sexual way before that evening god only knows why though as she’s a fit young brunette with slim hips long legs and a nice pert ass.

The glow soon faded from her new job to be replaced by the dread and exhaustion I feel about my job these days. Sarah came home from work threw her suit jacket over the TV as I was watching it and slumped down on the sofa next to me

“Hey just throw your stuff any old place!” I said grumpily. (more…)