Incest

It was June 30th, my older brother Tad’s 21st birthday. He was out celebrating with his friends after the party that mom and dad threw him at home. Can’t say that I blamed him because even though mom and dad tried their best, they always threw lame parties. There always had to be a theme to every party. The year earlier, for my 18th birthday, they threw me a carnival theme party. To them it seemed like a fun idea but to me it seemed as if they still thought of me as a child. This was the very reason why I stayed at college for my 19th birthday. Tad’s party theme this year was boats, of all things. Something he had absolutely no interest in. Hell, he could barely swim.

I was still up at 1:45am, simply because I wanted to see what my brother looked like severely toasted for the first time legally. Why I thought he would look and act any different from the hundred other times he had come home wasted was beyond me, but I was waiting anyway, putting together a puzzle that I knew had a piece missing just to pass the time. I watched as cars passed the house, their passing headlights streaking across the darkened room. I must have been nodding off when there was a firm knock on the front door that pierced the silence. Immediately I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. As I looked through the peephole in the door I saw a police officer and immediately opened the door knowing that he wasn’t going to be saying anything that I wanted to hear. (more…)

I’m just scooter trash – that’s what I’ve been called most of my adult life. I work a steady job, always have, and always will. But still nobody respects my biker lifestyle. That is what makes this story so interesting – some respect and from an unexpected corner.

I was cruising the other day, nice early summer day, 80 degrees and sunny - wonderful weather to ride. I’d been on the bike for about five hours when I first spotted her walking down the road; cute little ass swinging side to side in some jean shorts and a white t-shirt, brown hair blowing in the breeze. She wasn’t thumbing a ride and I saw her blow-off one driver who stopped and offered. I turned the bike around and rode back by for a better look – not bad. Didn’t have huge tits, but she was cute – looked to be in her mid to late teens. Anyway, she smiled at me when I rode by and waved. So – I turned around again and stopped. She said she’d just had a fight with her boyfriend and needed a ride.

I asked her about the dude she had blown-off and she just smiled, said he looked creepy, but she liked my bike and said she liked bikers. OK, so get on, hold on, and let’s ride. (more…)

Nina my 19 year old sister returned home after he husband deserted her. She got a note and all his things were gone when she returned home from a visit to the doctor. Nina is a pretty girl tall at 5′9″ and very slim at 118lbs with short dark hair and a pixie face with green eyes. I had harbored a secret crush on my sister since I was 10 years old.

If you live with a sister you get the right to look down her blouse and see her walk around in her bra and panty. As a teen Nina never seemed aware that if she bent over while wearing a low cut house dress I could see all the way down to her panties. Once she bent over to get something and her thong was there before my eyes and her round ass cheeks. I never gave myself away.

I helped momma move Nina back into the house. Since dad died of a heart attack I do all the heavy work. We all packed her stuff and the move was pleasant. It was nice having Nina around the house as she is eye candy.
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The wedding reception was in high gear, champagne flowing like water and people laughing and talking all around her, but Ariel still felt lonely. She was the matron-of-honor and had gotten her share of attention, but seeing the happy couple just reminded her that there was something missing in her own marriage. What that was she couldn’t say. A certain sense of excitement maybe.

And she wished she could change out of this silly dress. Why her sister had chosen to put all the bridesmaids into red dresses with white hose was beyond her. At least she didn’t have to mingle with the guests. She slipped outside where it was cool but quiet. Someone had the same idea, it seemed. A man in a tuxedo was already leaning against the railing of the wide stone balcony overlooking the city below. He turned a warm smile on her as she approached.

“Hi,” he said. “Ariel, right? I’m Nick.” He extended his hand and Ariel took it. His skin was darker than hers, exotic looking, and her own fair skin was a sharp contrast even through the red lace gloves she wore.

“Yeah, Ariel,” she told him. “You didn’t really have to guess did you? I mean, you are the best man and all.”

Nick laughed. “No, I didn’t forget,” he said. “Just thought it seemed polite. I mean, with both of us related to the bride and groom, I didn’t want you to think I was flirting.” (more…)

“Sure, I understand,” Nick said into the phone. “No, no hard feelings. Well, nice talking to you.”
“Shot down again, huh?” His son Anthony came ambling in from the kitchen.
“Yeah,” Nick said, “and thanks for the sympathy. Hey, are you doing anything Saturday night? Maybe we could rent a video, or…”
“Sorry, Dad, no dice. I’ve got to work.” Anthony plopped down in front of the TV as Nick’s other son, Joey, came through the front door. “Hey, Joey,” Anthony called out. “Dad struck out with some woman again. You busy Saturday night?”
“Uh, no,” Joey said. “Why?”
“To go out with Dad,” Anthony explained patiently.
“Oh. Uh, I’m busy.”
“But Joey,” Nick broke in. “You just said you were free!”
“Uh — something came up?”
“But…”
Not waiting for the rest, Joey ducked into the kitchen.
Just then Nick’s daughter, Blossom, came down the stairs. She was about 16, just on the verge of true womanhood. She hid a developing body in an agglomeration of bits and pieces of old clothes, but her growing breasts and slender legs were becoming too noticeable to be hidden. Nick had done the best he could raising her on his own these last few years since the divorce, but secretly he feared he hadn’t done enough. Was she ready for adulthood — and adult relationships? One son was a recovering addict, another was — not to put it too bluntly — dumb as a rock. Blossom was his last hope. (more…)

Tim Johnson walked down the hallway to his older sister’s bedroom he dearly wanted to copy the new music CD that she had bought earlier in the day. He lightly tapped on the door and waited for a reply, but no reply. So he tapped it again and patiently waited, still no answer.

He reached to the door and gently turned it and couldn’t believe his eyes. His sister Brandy, lay across her bed, her nightshirt pulled up exposing her fat 38-inch breasts and as he looked down he couldn’t believe how wide her legs were spread. And the thing that really caught his eye was the 10-inch vibrator she was ramming in and out of her pussy.

Tim knew she masturbated, but had no idea that she ever did things like this. As he watched he could feel his cock filling with blood. He had never really looked at his sister in this way, but what the hell, she was lying spread-eagled on the bed fucking herself with a giant vibrator. He had never seen anything this cool in his life. Sure he watched his share of porno movies, but this was so much better. (more…)

Last Wednesday was the anniversary of the day my life changed forever. I had gotten laid off in February of last year and decided to try starting an at-home business, something my wife wholeheartedly agreed upon. By May, it was starting to look like I’d made a mistake since my website was crappy and things I tried to sell on eBay weren’t selling and…well, you get the idea. My wife continued to support me, though, because she had a great job and earned enough to pay the bills twice over. And she loved me, of course. We had a really good marriage, and I can’t say that anything really was missing. I mean, I never thought about seeking an affair or anything, and I’m pretty sure she’s never cheated on me. That changed on Wednesday.

Feeling bored and restless, I began doing some housework, just cleaning up and such. Eventually I ended up in my daughter’s bedroom gathering her dirty clothes to put on a load of laundry. It was when I scooped up the clothes she’d slept in that I smelled it. The unmistakable odor of pussy. Now, like any father, I’d noticed how my daughter was maturing into a young woman, taking on curves and becoming a real fox, but I’d only had distant fantasies up until then. Vague dreams of a girl who LOOKED like my daughter doing erotic things to me. (more…)

My sister Lydia was home for the summer. She’s been back East for her first year of college and has been working as well. She’s just breaking into the modeling game and had used some of my Mom’s contacts to get started. My Mom is an ex-Super Model! You might remember her from what I told you earlier. My Mom had been in an accident that broke both her arms and I had to take care of her during the evenings after the special duty nurse had gone home. It was during this time that we became lovers!

We had tried to be so very careful since Lydia had come home as we didn’t want her to know about our incestuous relationship. Neither of us knew how she would react to our affair.

It was late, Mom was down for the night and I was doing some work on my computer when Lydia stuck her head into my room. She had been out that evening with some of her friends and had just gotten back.

“So what’re you up to Little Brother?” she asked.

“Younger brother, not Little brother, shrimp. Just checking some things on the net. Have lot’s of fun with your friends?”

“Yes and no. It was fun to see them all again but we’ve drifted apart. We don’t have much in common any longer. They kept talking about people I didn’t know, people from work and so on. When I tried to share what was happening to me you could see they weren’t really interested.” (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…)

Aimlessly, I wandered home in the newborn night. The hour of eleven was approaching. I anticipated my father’s reaction seeing as I dared coming home so late. But then who was he? Who was I? I still did not know what “home” really is.
Home was always reaching the fake ideals and moralistic lies that your family had named “standards” and plastering a smile for all the world’s a fool. Now home was going to see “daddy” whereas I hadn’t thought of the word since my own was thought to be dead all these years, but newly found, newly discovered this man was my father. This man I awoke to every morning after his image burned itself in my mind after my naughty dreams where this image burned itself in the depths of my virginal arousals.
Opening the door with my key, I did not expect to find him waiting up for me. He was usually with Kittigoe on one of their “escapades” in their sick world of BDSM. I didn’t hate Kittigoe as she was often nice to me considering the circumstances; there was now another woman in her boyfriend’s life for his attention and yet she thought of me as her own “unwelcome” daughter. (more…)

I was invited to my Uncle Frank’s house for a big party a few years ago, and I went, licking my chops like a hungry pup, knowing that Frank and Elaine’s parties were always filled with great food and great drinks, served in their drop dead gorgeous house. And of course there was my cousin Renй.
The last time I had been in Frank’s house was six months before. Renй had been just twelve. Technically I was baby sitting, but there was not really a need. We had spent that day in the swimming pool, and Renй had swum around me like a seal, looking delicious the whole time. She was beginning to blossom. Her titties were still only slight rises in her blue swim suit and her hips were slim as a boy’s, but she was already promising to be a beauty.
Her long legs and strawberry blond hair were going to see to that.
We kept teasing and playing in the water, she trying to dunk me and me trying to dunk her-playing a sort of abbreviated game of Marco Polo. All of it had given me half an erection, which I tried to hide. In the game, which was all chasing and grabbing she bumped against me a lot and I am sure she knew how hard I was. I think she was both delighted and shy about having that kind of effect on a grown man.
Later in the afternoon she said, “I’m getting cold. I think I’ll go change.”
“I’m going to swim a few laps and then get out myself I think.” I said. (more…)

Michelle arrived at her house by the river feeling very horny and excited. Her brother Andrew’s car wasn’t here yet, which disappointed her, but she was really looking forward to his arrival. She unlocked the door and went in, making sure to lock the door behind her. A glance at the clock told her she had time for a quick bath. She went to the bathroom and turned on the water before she began to strip. She had some special clothes she wanted to change into, something she was sure that Andrew would love.

She stripped off her jeans and tossed them aside. Her blouse followed, then her bra. Wearing only her panties and her socks, she stepped into the bathroom to check the water. After turning off the faucet, she stood, and that’s when a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her. Michelle cried out in fright. A man’s hands cupped her breasts and pulled her body tightly to his. She felt a hard bulge press into her ass cheeks and a hot mouth latched onto her neck. Briefly, she struggled, then she recognized her brother’s cologne. At least she hoped she did.

“Andrew?” she asked nervously, standing still as the hands squeezed her tits and the man ground himself against her.
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“Okay, close your eyes,” said Joan, my girlfriend as she entered the room. “Go on, do it. Kelly wants to show you her Halloween costume.”

“But Halloween isn’t until next week,” I protested, setting down the tv remote. Joan gave me one of those looks and with a sigh I closed my eyes.

“No peeking,” she chided. “Okay, Kelly, come on in.”

I heard the rustle of cloth and the light padding of feet. I’d been with Joan for just over two weeks now and things were going really good. In fact, I was toying with the idea of inviting her and her 11 year old daughter to come live with me. Yeah, I know it was fast, but I’d never met anyone I’d bonded with faster or stronger than Joan.

I heard more rustling and soft whispers. “It’s not on right,” Kelly protested. Joan said, “Here, I’ll help.”

I’d met Joan in a coffee shop of all places. She was in line ahead of me and was rooting through her purse embarassedly because she’d evidently lost her money. I gallantly offered to pay, mainly to get my own order but partially to flirt, and I’d been rewarded with her company for the next hour. She was a stunning woman, exotic in appearance, the kind I never thought would take an interest in me. There I was, thirty-nine and a little out of shape, frazzled looking because I’d just finished a big project at work and hadn’t slept much, and there she was with her thick black curly hair hanging over bare tan shoulders, dressed in a short skirt and tube top, belly bare and sporting a ring, her long legs shining from a recent waxing, cute feet snug inside high heels with ankle straps. (more…)

MOTHER:
I met Roger during the summer break between my sophomore and junior year of high school at the town’s annual Fourth of July fireworks celebration. My two best friends, Janice and Kathy and I were waiting in line to ride the large roller coaster, but when we finally made it to the front, we were told only two could ride in the same car. Janice and Kathy jumped in the first car, and I took the second car. Since the rules were that two people had to ride together, a guy, Roger, from the group behind us climbed in with me. After the ride, he asked my name, which I told him, and the rest of the evening the six of us sort of hung out together waiting for the fireworks show to begin.
There was something about him that really interested me, and when he asked for my phone number, I quickly gave it to him. As promised, he called the next day and asked if I would go out with him, and that is how things started between us. (more…)

It was the begining of fall around the first of October and the leaves were starting to fall. The air had become crisper and cool lately. I was a freshmen in college taking liberal art as I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to major in. I just moved in to my first apartment and out of my parents house. Freedom at last. It was great. Well almost great. Moving my things was easy and I didn’t have to do very much; with me being eighteen, 5′ 3″ tall, blond hair, hourglass figure and 32C breasts getting help was easy. The only problem was that the electric company was suppose to turn my service on three days ago and haven’t got here yet. It is cold out tonight about 38 degrees. I still have alot of unpacking to do but I did manage to get my bed put togeather so I didn’t have to sleep on the floor anymore. It was getting late about 10:00 I was tired and cold so I thought I would go to bed to get warm. I was only in bed about 30 minutes when I heard a knock at the door. It frightened me because it was dark, I was cold and no one really knew that I was here yet. I curled my blanket around me and slowly got up and headed for the door to see who was there. I was about four feet from the door when all of a sudden it flung open and there in the dard stood a tall figure. I could tell it was a man by the sillouete. I was so afraid that all I could do was run back to my bedroom jump in my bed and cover my head. I laid there shaking all over as I heard these firm, heavy footsteps comming toward me. Closer and closer to my bedroom. I could tell that they stopped in the doorway to my room then began comming over to my bed. Step by step, inch by inch they were getting closer. I was so scared that I couldn’t even screem. All I could do was lay there and shake. Then a hand came down and touched me. I thought I was dead. (more…)