Incest

I said “Sis it’s hard for a guy to pee when he has an erection” she didn’t understand what I meant or maybe she thought I was just trying to get out of peeing in for her. I still couldn’t get the sight of her with her legs spread and the pee squirting from her smooth hairless lips. I told her that I would try but she would have to be patient, so I turned my back to her and pulled down my swimmers now with my but exposed to my sis made me very horny and very hard. She told me that she wanted to see the front not the back so she quickly moved in front of me. Staring at my penis she demanded that I pee, so I tried and tried but I was to nervous, then finally it started to flow , well what my sister did next really shocked me, she walked behind me and grabbed my penis and used it like a hose directing my pee in all directions. Well having her behind me pressing her body against my bare ass I was in so much pain with my erection. Then when I finally finished she kept saying “ don’t stop” I told her that was all I had but she kept waving my penis around. As she tugged on my penis I felt her bikini bottom rubbing on my butt and she kept tugging when finally I had my first ejaculation, ill never forget that feeling with my sisters hand on my penis and her body rubbing on my naked butt.

I turned around facing sis and my penis was touching her stomach she just stood there and we looked into each others eyes. I was a bit worried about what I was going to ask next but I thought I didn’t have much to lose. (more…)

It started a long time ago, when my little girl started to develope. She was very cute and her body was fast becoming something to behold.
I would get hard almost everytime I looked at her. She had noticed the attention that I was giving her and really enjoyed the fact that someone older was paying attention to her. Even if it was her own father. She started giving me sexy looks and when I was around she always put on cloths that would show off her nice body.
When I would talk to her I would be looking down her tops or just stare at her chest. It seemed that she liked me looking because she would push her chest out as we talked.
Her mother had gone to visit her sister in Texas who was not doing so good and would be gone for more than a month. So the two of us were on our own.
One day we were out back in our swim suites, hanging out by the pool with one of our neighbors, Tom. Tom lived to the left of our house and was close to my age, although her looked much older. He hung around most of the day, then left around three PM. When he left Debbie, my daughter asked me if I had noticed how much Mr. Anderson was watching her. I said to her, honey you are a pretty girl and nice to look at. But dad, he kept looking at my chest and even between my legs. I don’t know baby, maybe it was by accident. No daddy, because one time I faked like I had to adjust my top. When I did I pulled it away from my body and he bent over to look down it. He even looked at me and ran his tongue around his lips. (more…)

In my last adventure, I got to fuck my hot daughter Cindy. Unbeknownst to me, was that her equally hot 14-year-old sister wanted to fuck me, too.

This all started strangely enough when Mindy Jr. started to sit on my lap and dry-fuck me. Then she started to rub my crotch, and one day when I was at home alone on the couch watching TV, she walked in, looking just like her mother did 20 years ago, except that she was wearing a Bratz t-shirt, tied around her midriff with no bra on, very tight shorts, brunette pigtails, and glasses. My cock got so rock-hard at the sight, and she noticed.

“Dad, you’re hard.” she said, and then she licked her lips. “I’ll take care of that.” She said. With that said, she got on her knees, and crawled towards me, ripped the glasses off of her face, and then she proceeded to unzip my crotch and watched my dick flop out in astonishment.

“Well, it seems like that you don’t need Viagra.” she said.

“Oh, very funny.” I said. Then she proceeded to jerk me off.

“How am I doing, Dad?” she asked.

“Just fine baby, just fine.” I said. (more…)

It had just been me and my Daddy for a few years now. Mom had taken off with a new guy and pretty much forgot all about us. We made the best of it and Daddy had always been the best.

I knew Daddy wouldn’t be home from work for at least another hour, so I opened the refrigerator door and took out one of his beers. Popping off the top, I hopped up on the counter and proceeded to take long drinks from it. I drank it pretty fast, just in case Daddy came home early. After I finished it and sat there for a few minutes, I decided what the hell and grabbed another one. I slammed that one down and threw the bottles away, getting a bit of a buzz right away.

I wandered into the living room and turned on the TV, lying down on the floor on my belly. A little while later, Daddy’s truck pulled up into the driveway. I tried to pretend like I wasn’t swimming from this buzz when you walked in.

“Hi baby,” you said, as you put the stuff you were carrying on the table.

“Hi Daddy,” I answered back, pretending to be engrossed in the TV.

You walked into the kitchen, flipping through the mail, as I breathed a sigh of relief. I could hear you open the fridge, and then close it. After a few minutes, you returned to the living room and sat down on the couch behind me. I continued to pretend to watch TV, kicking my legs together.

“A long hard day at school, huh baby?” Daddy asked me. (more…)

Sometimes events don’t work out the way you pictured in your head. Like when my sister Toni came home from her date two weeks ago. Being a year younger than her, I’d always kinda looked up to her. At 16 she was trying her best to break out of her niche as a nerdy girl, but if you remember high school at all you know that was impossible. People saw her as a chubby pale girl with glasses and braces who was smart and made good grades, and no amount of new clothes or makeup or whatever was going to change that. Actually, something did change, and that was the way I saw her.

Up until that night we’d been really good friends, as close as a brother and sister could be I guess. We didn’t discuss details but I knew she wasn’t a virgin anymore, just like she knew I wasn’t, and we both know who each other had lost it with. And we both knew that the other masturbated a lot. I could hear her moaning sometimes through the wall that separated our rooms, and she walked in on me jacking off in the bathroom once. But it was when she began wearing tight jeans and those heels that showed off her cute toes, the slightly too tight shirts that left peeks of her belly exposed, the way she’d doll up in heavy eye makeup and switching to contact lenses…added all up, I began to bone for my sister a lot. (more…)

It was an ideal holiday spot for my husband Rick.

We had set our twenty-seven foot trailer up on a site in a camping ground on the shore of Georgian Bay, a fisherman’s paradise.

Rick had taken the aluminum boat off the top of the car and spent most of the day out fishing with Bob, my brother.

Bob and his wife Carol had eagerly accepted our invitation to join us for a week’s vacation.

Carol is a couple of years younger than me, a buxomly blond who had always captured my husband’s eye.

Bob and I had a normal brother and sister relationship as we were growing up and had played “doctor” one time when I was just passing through puberty.

The campground held a colony of fishermen, it was the peak of the season and ardent fishermen had come from all over to fish the productive waters of Northern Ontario.

Trailer living was quite cramped, sharing such a small space with another couple required a relaxation in customary decorum. Carol and I were soon wandering about inside the trailer wearing just pajamas or panties and bra while the guys prepared for their day on the water.

Even though Carol had large breasts she wore the lift and show type bras. Little more than half-cups with her nipples almost spilling out of the top. Her panties were equally as brief, high-cut bikinis with some transparent enough to clearly see the outline of her camel toe beneath. None of his wife’s exhibitionism bothered Bob and Rick’s eyes could not get enough of it.

Nobody seemed uptight by the excessive familiarity so we soon all became comfortable in our new cramped living quarters.

The shower in the trailer’s washroom was very small so Rick had set up a shower outside of the trailer. It was just a canvas enclosed stall with a hose to the showerhead. There was no hot water but the water from the tap was not very cold and the weather was quite warm.

Everyone liked to use the shower during the day when it was warm and the sun’s rays would help dry them off. (more…)

My name is Samantha, I’m 19 years old and this summer I get the “opportunity of a lifetime” to work at my father’s law firm. I’d rather be lying on the beach covered in suntan oil with my friends. But my father said now that I’m out of high school, it’s time to think of my future. I guess he has a small point, but the beach still sounds very good.

Anyway, my father’s been a lawyer for almost 15 years. He’s had a wonderful career that has allowed me to grow up in the lap of luxury. I guess you could say I’m a bit spoiled. But I am an only child, so I guess it was my birth right. I’ve always been very popular with the boys at my school. They really knew how to appreciate my beauty. I was always alot taller then most of the other girls, but that never bothered me much. Standing tall at 5′6 with long flowing blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, I knew how to grab attention.

However, being well stacked upstairs with a 38C cup and a perfectly shaped ass didn’t hurt either. I am pretty petite for my height as well, weighing only 128 lbs. Now you can understand why I would rather be on the beach sporting a very skimpy bikini right now instead of wearing “business clothes” and helping Daddy go over statements for his next case.

“Daddy, none of this lady’s statements are the same,” I said, as we sat in his dimly lit office late one night.

“I know Sam, she has not been very cooperative throughout this process,” he answered. (more…)

Early Wednesday afternoon I arrived home from school for Fall break. Seven weeks had passed since starting college to study journalism. I wasn’t feeling homesick, but I did want to hang out with some old friends and maybe go out with Angela, a girl I’d dated over the summer. There were plenty of chics at school that appealed to me, but I hadn’t been able to hook up with any of them yet.
With both Mom and Dad working and my sister in school, I knew no one would be home. Carrying my things thru the back door, I saw a note hanging there for me. It read: Welcome home Brandon…Please pick up Brittany from cheerleading practice at 3 PM and stop at the store for whatever soda and snacks you want. There’s money on the kitchen table. Love, Mom. This wasn’t the best way to spend the first afternoon of my break, but Dad gave me his old car, so I didn’t mind when they asked me to run errands or pick up my little sister.
The high school gym was where I was to meet her, so I drove there and waited. Leaning back in my seat, I began to think about my sister. I’m the only one in the family that calls her Brit, but she seems to like it. This past summer she turned 14 and now was a freshman in high school. Being a protective older brother, she often called me Big Brother, I would worry about her with the older kids. For her age, she wasn’t very mature, emotionally or physically. In some social situations she was nervous and behaved more like a little girl than a teenager. Physically, other girls her age already had the bodies of young women while Brit’s was only starting to develop. Her hips are still slim and her breasts are just beginning to blossom. In her own way though, she’s cute with a slender body, fair skin and shoulder length, brown hair. Her legs are nicely shaped and topped with a cute little ass. The blue-grey eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses and a cute little turned up nose are the best features of her face. I wouldn’t call her beautiful, but like most brothers, I had sexual fantasies about my sister. As I’ve learned, good looks aren’t the most important aspect in an incestuous relationship, real or fantasized. When I tried to pursue my interests by flirting with her she’d pretend to be shocked, then laugh as I tried to apologize. My only satisfaction was to jerk off, imagining what her sweet body would look and feel like. (more…)

I had just graduated from college, age 23. I was seeing a pretty
wild girl, Susan, who was very into bondage and control. Things
had not been going very well between us, and I had a feeling that
tonight would probably be our last date.

I was living at home with Mom, Dad died about 5 years before, and
the expenses were much cheaper than having my own place. Of
course, this meant having to be more careful when having a
girlfriend over, the pros and cons balanced out.

Mom was planning a late date that night, probably one of her
all-nighters. She’s been dating for the past two years, and
since she knows I am knowledgeable about the facts of life, she
doesn’t hide the fact that she sometimes spends the night with
her dates. Which, of course, was good for me, since I had the
run of the house for the night.

This was the situation tonight. Or, at least it was supposed to
be the situation. (more…)

It’s the late 19th Century and there lived a man called Edward. He was a gentleman in his late fifties and he had a proud large grey beard and handlebar moustache. Edward was a respectable man, and he was also an artist and he painted nude portraits of women during his spare time. Photography was new in those days for someone like him, coming across it took learning. He soon mastered it and photographed people, and in private he took pictures of naked ladies he had met. These women were not common prostitutes but wives and relatives of other respected gentlemen. Money was exchanged, but no sex.

One day his daughter came to visit him. She was a beautiful woman of 29, with thick brown hair, blue eyes and a rosy face. She was called Charlotte, a mother of three small children and married to a young blond doctor, who was away in France. She left her children in the care of their nanny. She only wanted to see her father and look at his new hobby of photography and also because she missed him. It was many months since she last saw him.
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Even though she was my daughter, I couldn’t help staring from under the
brim of my cap as she walked out the patio door, across the tiled surface,
around the deep end of the swimming pool toward her favorite sunning
chair. She had blossomed over the past year, transforming from a tall,
scrawny, awkward girl into a bouncing, curvaceous goddess. No matter how
many times my mind screamed, “She’s your 15 year old daughter!” My cock
twitched each time I saw her - no matter what she was wearing. And right
now she was wearing next to nothing.
When she wore her sundress, the fabric turned elegantly to follow her
round, heavy breasts, and the line of it seemed to move through the flat
of her young, taut stomach only to reverse its course as it swept around
her ass. Her more proper Sunday dresses offered no help in distracting my
mind from the lines of her body either. On her mother’s advice she had
recently taken to dipping necklines that consistently drew my eyes down
her throat, across her smooth, baby soft skin, to her breasts - which sent
electricity straight to my balls. Shorts, jeans, stretch pants, sweats -
none could hide her body from my mind’s eye or stop the deep gnawing
desire in the pit of my stomach. (more…)

Mark tried not to shiver as his mother leaned heavily against him, tried not to enjoy the softness of her body or the flowery smell of her hair. Tried not to get a hard on again. She looked up at him, smiling, and giggled drunkenly as he fumbled with her keys and opened the front door. “You’re so sweet to help me home,” she said, then lifted up on her toes to kiss his cheek dangerously close to his lips.

“Mom, you’re drunk,” he said, more to remind himself than her, to convince himself that she was flirtatious because of the liquor and because she was angry at Dad. “I couldn’t let you drive home like this. Come on, let me get you inside.”

She giggled again but let him guide her through the doorway into the spacious parlor at the front of the house. As he closed the door he couldn’t help watching the sway of her ass as she staggered away from him, letting his eyes roam over her mature body appreciatively. How long had he had fantasies about her? Since puberty, he reckoned, but there was a vast difference between fantasy and reality. Or so he’d always thought. (more…)