Incest

I am now in a position that many people would envy. My problem is I don’t really know how to handle it. If you’ve been following my tale you know that I all but raped my Mom and then became her Lover. My older sister has now been added to the mix and is my Lover also. AND they know about each other!
While I had engaged in sex before Mom and I became Lovers, it was more of a Wham, Bam type. Very little feelings involved. Get on, get in, get off, get out! Mom has been teaching me how to please my partner, how to be loving and make love, not just fuck. My sister Lydia seems to have enjoyed all that I have learned to this point but… Where do I go from here? Will Mom be jealous if I keep making love to Lyd? Will Lyd be jealous if I keep making love to Mom? I don’t know if I can handle both of them but I’d like to continue with both for as long as I’m able.
The day before Mom told us as much at the table where Lyd and I was having breakfast when she commented on how LOUD some people get during sex and then shot Lyd’s thong panties at me like a large rubber band. Nothing has been said or happened since then but something has to happen soon because I’m getting too horny to let it go much longer! So while I was out I did some ’shopping’. Due to my size and build I pass for older than I am so no one asked any questions and when we sat down to dinner I was ready.
“I went shopping today and I took you up on your suggestion, Mom. Which do you like best, Blue or Red?” (more…)

I have this problem and it’s starting to get serious.
My Mom is beautiful! I always knew she was beautiful but it wasn’t until about age 15 I really started to notice her more and more. Before that she had just been Mom and all Moms are beautiful but about that age I began to notice that she was a truly beautiful female, not just Mom. It isn’t just MY opinion either because YOU all think so also. You see, my Mom is a Model (capital ‘M’!). I won’t describe her other than to say she is tall for a female with light brown, NOT blonde hair, as you might know who she is and a few years ago she was mentioned just like Cindy, Naomi, Yasmine and Kathy are today. In fact these four and many more are frequent visitors to our abode. THAT is what is causing some of my problems also.
Internationally beautiful women streamed through our house like average, normal people visit in other homes. It is nothing to be eating breakfast and have one of them stumble into the kitchen, hair tousled from sleep, no make-up, wearing an oversized tee shirt sometimes with, sometimes without anything else, groping for the coffee pot. I won’t say which one but one of the above named females is a real BITCH until she’s had her morning coffee. We just ignore her or growl back at her until she’s had the first cup and the cup has been refilled. Then she becomes human and half way nice. After the second cup she’s back to normal. (more…)

“Like what?” I asked.

“Well, anything really, it could be a back rub, or something else as long as it’s agreeable to everyone.” Then there was just silence. Neither Kris nor I spoke up. I knew I desperately wanted to say ’sure I’ll play!’ but I didn’t want to scare off Kris. Then Jessie spoke up again, “Well, what do you guys think, are you game?”

Then, in a flash, it came to me-the way to get Kris to say yes. Her one sensitive area has always been the fact that she is the ‘little’ sibling. So I responded, “Well, Jess, I’m game, but Kris is only 14 and I’m not sure if she’s old enough to be playing something like that.”

“Shut up Kev! You’re only 13 months older than me. I’m plenty old enough to play.”

Jess looked at me with a grin. I think she knew exactly why I said what I said. Then she turned to Kris and said, “Are you sure Kris? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’d like to see him LOSE!”

“Ok, ok, but we can stop anytime one of us says so.”

Then Jess dug through her backpack and pulled out an old deck of cards from the bottom. If my erection wasn’t at full size before, it was now at the prospect of everyone getting naked. Jess did a little shuffling and then dealt the cards. I don’t remember who got what, but I remember that Kris lost and Jess won. In my mind instantly were images of my sexy aunt undressing my sexy sister right in front of me. What happened, however, was far more exciting than my nastiest thoughts.

“Are you sure about this, Kris? We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” offered Jessie. (more…)

I have to admit, I have been envious of my younger brother for quite some time. My brother Jake is 8 years younger than I am and has had more luck in one week than I’ve had all my life. When we were younger, I used to be jealous enough that at times I almost hated him, but that was just my youth and lack of maturity. I love my brother and now, at the respective ages of 27 and 35, I have mostly come to terms with my feelings.
The reasons for these feelings? You name it. All during school I had to struggle to maintain a B average. Jake rarely ever cracked the cover of a textbook and was always on the honor roll. Even though I was tall, I was skinny and not very athletic. Jake was on his school’s varsity football team. I had to work my way through college at various odd-jobs that barely managed to pay for tuition. Jake won an academic scholarship that was paying for most of his education. And that’s not to mention the girls. Jake was a chick magnet, there was no other way to describe it. Girls that would not even give me the time of day were throwing themselves at him. He had a different date every weekend all during High School. All of this would have been enough to make me really hate him if it was not for the fact that he genuinely loved and respected me. He was constantly boasting about any accomplishment that I made, no matter how much his may have outshone mine, and his opinions were genuine, not feigned. It’s hard to dislike someone like that and I found it impossible. Only once did I ever manage a chance to even the score, or get revenge, as it were. (more…)

The day had started out like any other day. When he awoke,
Bill heard a mockingbirds familiar “thweet-thweet” in the tree
just outside their bedroom. He looked down at the covers, which
were all bunched up at the foot of the bed. He looked at his
legs and noticed that his pajama bottoms were missing. He didn’t
remember taking them off, but it had been warm last night, so
he shrugged it off to removing them while half asleep. His boxers
were still there, but they had been lowered, probably when he
took off the PJ’s.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and plopped his feet
down hard on the floor. He looked at the clock, which read 10 am.
Since it was Saturday, he didn’t really care if he got out of bed
or not today, but he needed to mow the lawn and do some other
chores , and he knew they would never get done unless he got up.

Betty was missing from the bed, but the smell of bacon told him
where she was at. He went in the bathroom and primped himself
a little. Just a quick combing and rinsing his face- nothing special.
He didn’t need to groom up on a Saturday after all.
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Rob came home from school a little earlier than expected this afternoon. I guess it was just too beautiful a day for him to spend another hour studying frogs in biology. I had my closet door open and was using the full length mirror inside the closet to check out one of my new swim suits. When he walked by my room, I was looking over my shoulder at my ass in the mirror which caused me to stick out my ass in the most provocative way. From the door to my room, Rob had the greatest view. “Checking yourself out, Sis?” he taunted.

After I settled down from his startling hello, I looked at him and suddenly had an idea. “What’s the look for?” he asked.

“Do you have the ability to be mature about something?”

Oh no! He started to leave. I keep forgetting how much he hates being reminded that I’m 13 months older. “No, wait! Sorry about that. It’s just that this could be embarrassing. I’m going to the beach tomorrow and I want to look good. I was wondering if you could give me a guy’s opinion on some of my new suits?” I showed him the bag of new swim wear I had just bought. (more…)

After my Dad left us when I was about 11 years old, our lifestyle really changed. We never found out where he went (at least Mom never told us). As far as we all knew, he just didn’t come home from work one day and no one ever heard from him again. Our nice suburban home turned into a small two-bedroom apartment in the city. Our stay-at-home Mom all of a sudden had to work two jobs just to keep food in the fridge.

Obviously, there were many adjustments to make, the worst of which was getting used to sharing a bedroom with my one-year-younger sister. I tried arguing that since they were both girls (Mom & Sis) and I was a “man”, that they should share a room but Mom would hear nothing of it. She said we’d get a bigger apartment as soon as she could afford it. Well, that day didn’t come for many years and in the meantime, Kris and I got used to being closer than most pubescent siblings usually prefer. (more…)

Ok, I found some time to write this second true story in Word. This happened a year and a few days since my first sexual act with uncle mike. The weekend is coming up, and my mom & step dad had to go away. There marriage needed some spicing up. Robbie went away with his class on a trip to boston. (That is a state in the u.s.a.). my parents didn’t want to leave me home alone, so they asked Mike if I could spend the weekend. My evil step dad didn’t want him to sleep in his bed. He didn’t care if I had to sleep on the couch.

The first thing I did when they stopped by mikes house was I turened on his tv. He had a huge tv. His house is huge. His house is a hell of a lot better than our house at the time. Every thing is brand new and shiny. He didn’t have a Nintendo though. He had a Nintendo 64, a play station and a sega staturn. He was a huge video game addict. I wanted my step dad to buy me 1 of those systems, but he said it was too expensive. I poped in my fav. play station game (twisted metal) and started playing while mom, step dad, and mike was in the kitchen. My mom went back out to the car, but my step dad was still in the house. He came up to me and complained about me playing something without asking first. Mike said “It’s okay, Amy can play with any thing of mine.” I think he really ment to be sneakey. My step dad said “she better not think she can play with my stuff when she gets home.” I never wanted to play with his stuff lol. (more…)

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Most people would think it was odd for a boy to be ramming his big hard prick into his little sister’s sopping pussy until he fountained his sperm into her unprotected womb.

But I didn’t.

You see, I was that sister. Let me tell you the story, and then maybe you’ll understand.

In 1954 our parents lived on a small farm in Wyoming, and our closest neighbors were 40 miles away. Daddy raised horses and sheep. Momma kept some chickens and a huge garden that produced most of the food we ate all year long. We also had a milk cow and there were wild cattle around. Daddy said they were left over from the wild west days. Every once in a while he’d shoot one and drag it in with a team of horses and we’d butcher it. Our days were full of making that farm work.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that our family was the whole world to Bobby and me. We were home schooled and, other than visitors who came to the farm, we never saw another soul. I didn’t even know such a thing as TV existed until I was seventeen and went on a trip to visit my Aunt Betty and Uncle Bob, who my brother was named after. (more…)

As Becky sat on the edge of her bed remembering what she and her son had done with each other the night before she heard a soft knocking on her door. She looked up to see Cindy standing there looking at her.

“Hi. Mom. You OK?”

“Hi. Yes, Cindy. I’m fine. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I just got home.”

Cindy walked across the room and sat down on the bed next to her mother. Becky looked over at her daughter and smiled but didn’t say anything. Her mind was still focused on thoughts about her son… her new lover. Her whole body seemed to still be tingling from what they had done in this very bed just a few hours earlier.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Mom? You seemed kind of pre-occupied.” (more…)

When my older brother got married and moved out, my room got very roomy.

I was just 5 years old at the time and my parents even had to explain why my brother was leaving home. I thought he hated me.

As I began to grow, I learned all these things were normal and I slowly inured to the new concept of being an only child, at home.

Jason started a family immediately (I think he married because his girl was carrying his baby) and before I was even seven, I was an uncle.

I saw very little of my brother after that, except at cookouts and the like, and it suited me just fine because every time we got together, I got stuck watching his little Lisa, everybody’s bundle of joy.

Except Lisa had to be the center of attention, wherever she was. She hated me for being able to ignore her so very easily. She got me in trouble over nothing many times, just to show me that she COULD! (more…)

Tracy was somewhat of a throwback for her age. Having just turned sixteen she was a young girl living in the age of the new millennium but with a fondness for the retro fashion and lifestyle of the 70’s. Her hair the color of summer wheat spilled to her shoulders with braided plaits that she wove around her head as if it were a halo. Tracy’s eyes were a hypnotic blue that glimmered like chips of Arctic ice.

Even her taste in music reflected the feel of a time when freedom and love were evident in the songs that filled the airwaves. Tracy’s favorite was Neil Young’s “Cinnamon Girl”, one that she was now listening to on her CD player as she dressed for the trip with her father.

Sliding into her faded hip hugging jean shorts and tie-dyed halter top she checked the bead and rawhide bracelets she wore on her slender ankles and wrists. Tracy’s was going to visit her mother in Louisiana for two weeks as part of her parents visitation agreement resulting from their divorce three years earlier.
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Ice storms are among the most unpleasant of natural phenomena, but I will be eternally grateful for a particular one which hit at precisely the right time and changed my life (and my Mom’s) forever.

I was in my first year in college in a neighboring state, about a 4-hour drive from home–that is, under normal circumstances. I had had a great first quarter, doing well academically and (more important for a horny teenager) with the girls. I had been something of a nerd in high school and had really been out of things socially. In fact (I might as well admit it), I was an 18-year-old virgin when I arrived at college. I quickly discovered that my brain was not a handicap here; instead, it made me a sought-after person. Within a month I had lost my virginity, in an awkward, not totally satisfying manner. Then, however, I had a great stroke of luck when an experienced junior girl decided to take me under her wing (and between her legs), and this generous and talented gal taught me a tremendous amount about sex in the next few weeks. Talk about a real education! Also this girl, Jennifer, built up my rather timid ego by telling me that my cock was much bigger than average, and that I was becoming a terrific lover.
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Chapter 1: Visiting cousion. (this first chapter is true)
I was pissed at my Uncle Mike. He remarried when I was nine years old. I tired playing with him some more, but Mike said it wasn’t right for such a young girl to be pleasuring such an older man. He cut me off cold turkey.

My 14 year old cousion Jennifer (Jen) was coming for a visit. Her parents were off to London again, and Jen didn‘t want to go with them.. I was starting to become attractive to Jen, Hell I was becoming attractive to any thing at this point. My parents would let Jen sleep in my bed, and I would sleep on the floor with a sleeping bag, whenever she visited.

“I don’t want to sleep on the floor every night!” I yelled at my mom and step dad when I found out she was coming for a visit.

“You always complain that we don’t take you camping, so just enjoy it.” My step dad said.

“I don’t want to camp for a whole month, and I it is my bed and I want it.” (more…)

Thad had always loved his parents’ little lake house. It gave him such a pleasant change of pace from the city life he had to endure. (That’s where his father worked because that’s where the money was!)

The post war couple that his parents were, coupled with the above median income level they enjoyed, gave Thad a little edge over other not-so-well-off city kids.

Near a secluded lake in upstate New York, Thad’s parents bought into a small development along with relatives on his mother’s side.

His father got along well with his in-laws, and he would’ve invited HIS siblings in on the private lake community deal, but he lost his only brother to the war, and he had no sisters.

Braving the weekend traffic, they’d all head upstate for a relaxing weekend of partying while the children looked forward to their weekly frolics.

Thad grew up with several cousins, mostly boys in the same age bracket, which made it easy on them as they had instant friends up at the lake.

It’s ironic; after the war, many mothers had a tacit credo viv-a-vis children: “We’re only going to have two children; but if one of them isn’t a girl, we’ll keep trying.”
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Her 50th birthday marked a violent change in her life. A change she had never expected, and never had wanted. Or lusted for. 12 years had passed since her husband got himself killed in a bar-fight, leaving her with their two sons care for. Fortunately he had been fairly well insured, so they always had what they needed. Her salary as a bookkeeper in a large supermarket was supplemented with monthly $5,000 insurance money.

Weeks, months and years trundled along while the boys went through high school and college. Linda minded her job, kept fit in the gym, and generally did a fine job of mothering the boys. A couple of times she had given in to a persistent colleague, but she had found no real joy in it, and to tell the truth her fine figure and pretty looks were wasted, at least from a sexual point of view. (more…)

This happened before I turned 7 a week and a few days before my 7th birthday. I went into my mom’s room when she wasn’t home. My step dad was taking care of me, but he never did a good job. He was always stitting down by the tv set, or playing his Nintendo, which I was never to touch, because it was very expensive. What an asshole. Any way I went into my mom’s room, and I was looking threw the closet. I wanted to see what I was getting for my b day. There was a big box on top of the closet, but I was too small to reach it. So I decided to get a metal folding chair, out of our spare bedroom (the junk room is what my mom use to call it). I climbed up on the chair, I grabbed the box, and took it out of the closet. It was too heavy. I remember dropping it, and falling over. Luckly I wasn’t hurt. My step dad herd the noise and yells “what the hell is going on in there. I am trying to play Mario.” Too badd the Son of a bitch doesn’t know what I did with his zapper when I turned 9.
I thought I was in trouble, because I was told many times not to go into their room. I started picking up the stuff that came out of the box very quickly, but I was also trying to figure out what some of the stuff was. (more…)

The storm hit with a ferociousness none had expected, the wind whipping trees and tearing off loose shingles on the houses around them. Teri stood outside, one hand holding down her flying skirt, the other shading her eyes from the slashing rain.

The noise was deafening, hurting the eighteen year old girl’s ears even as she strained to hear over it. She was listening for the sound of a car engine, her mother’s, who had gone into town shopping earlier, before the storm had started.

The rain had already soaked her to the skin, making the lightweight tee shirt seem like part of her body as it clung to her every curve. Her hair was drenched, hanging in wet strands around her face, emphasizing the worried frown that marred her beautiful face. Her eyes were cloudy, the normal spark missing from her huge hazel gaze. Visibility was very low, she could barely see past the porch railing and she took two steps further into the yard, her worry over her mother making her fearless of the storm that threatened their small town.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” (more…)

1991. Sarah and Ronnie break up due to his involvement with the woman named Rita. After a heated argument, she packs her things, takes her son and leaves. To go stay at her eldest sisters house. During their stay at Linda’s, her son Jason came to discover that his Uncle Larry was in fact his grandfather.

Soon Jason began to discuss at length his incestuous desires for his mother, Sarah. He talked of these primal desires being entrenched in his brain. Larry is delighted, having long since involved in incestuous relations since his youth. Before long Larry is talking his daughter into giving herself to her only son. Sarah is shocked and disagrees at first. But she soon gives in. Linda even encourages Sarah. And even gives up her room to the two, for their first night of intimacy together. Even gave him some condoms. But he had absolutely no intention of using them.
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“I suppose you had all sorts of fun together?” One of her eyebrows was raised and she wore a half smile, the sexual implications obvious.

“Mom!” Yes I was a little shocked. My mother never spoke about my personal life with my long-time live-in girlfriend, never hinting at our sexual intimacies together. It was a little disconcerting.

As I do frequently in any given month, mom had called me to come over to help with some ‘man stuff’ - as she liked to call it. This time it was to move the Christmas boxes back down to the storage in the basement of her building. After the chore was complete, she asked me to stay and ‘talk’ - which was not normal between us. My initial guess was that she was feeling lonely.

“Well did Carol at least have fun?” That naughty look had not disappeared yet and I was starting to feel nervous beneath its gaze. (more…)

Back in the days, where I was a younger guy experiencing my sexual desires, I once stood with my sister, who worked out of town to become a cook. We stood in the same studio, of course, and I never thought anything about it.

One day, on a Sunday, my sister said that she would lie on the sun just outside on the balcony. I recognized that she only wore a towel around her body and I was wondering what is going on.

A bit later my curiosity took over and I sneaked a peak through the lower corner of the window and there she lay on the floor of the balcony all beautifully naked. I had a first row view on every single part of her body and noticed that she was rather heavily haired between her legs but not enough not to be able to see her juicy lips.

Of course, my wiwi instantly reacted and grew big maybe trying to sneak a peak too, LOL. Like that, in my sleeping clothes I stood there with a booner watching my sister taking a fully nude sunbath. (more…)

Sindy lay in her bed, trying to decide what to do. It had been two days since she’d found the stories under her son’s bed. Part of her was shocked. He wasn’t even fourteen yet. Finally, as the sun began its early rise, she got up, unable to ignore what she had found any longer.
She knocked on the door.
“Honey, are you awake? I’d like to talk to you.”
“Sure mom,” Tommy said, a little groggy.
She walked in looking at her son, still half asleep in bed. As she sat down across from him at his desk, her short robe rode up to her hips, giving him a view of her legs. One glimpsed only briefly through her shower door the few times he dared look. She continued to sit there, partly to let him wake up, but mostly to give her time to decide how to continue. Tommy woke up quickly, unable to take his eyes from her body. He admired the curves barely hidden beneath the thin robe, or her long shapely legs.
She looked down at the floor, unable to look him in the face, as though she were the one guilty of writing the words she had found.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”
Sindy reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled some papers out of her robe. Things he had hidden under his bed that he thought she did not know about. She set them on the covers in front of him, then sat back down, playing with the tie of her robe.
For several seconds that seemed like an eternity to both of them, the room was silent.
“I found them when I was making your bed the other day. I didn’t know what to think at first. No… Don’t explain it’s ok baby. I understand. You’re growing up now. You’re not my little boy.” she continued to play with the tie of her robe nervously. “If you want to know anything, please ask me, ok? I’m here for you.” (more…)

was totally horny. I couldn’t stand it any longer. My husband, Jim was away on business again and I couldn’t wait another minute, much less another two days. My son, Paul was out on a date, so I was all alone in the house… alone and frustrated! My pussy wanted attention in the worst way. Since Jim wasn’t around to help the situation, I was just going to have to take matters into my own hands…..so to speak.

I wasn’t new to masturbation. Quite the contrary. I loved doing it. It was fun. Some of my girl friends said that they would never do such a thing to themselves. It was too “dykey”. That’s a lot of crap. I like it. It feels good. But I don’t have any desire to mess around with other women. It’s just a personal experience that I enjoy whenever Jim can’t fulfill my needs. (Actually, I think some of my friends really do it, but they’re too chicken to admit it.)

So, there I was… horny as a girl could be, and the house completely to myself. I was all alone. I was really going to enjoy this. I put some light music on the stereo in the bedroom, turned down the lights, and pulled the corner of the sheets down on my side (the left) of the bed.

Then I went and took a shower. (more…)