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Watching

By: Aimee



Nearly every night you'll find me in my kitchen with the lights off. I'll sit on the counter on a pillow, wearing only my panties, staring out the window with high-powered binoculars. Sound odd - the act of a crazy woman? Believe me, if you saw what I saw, you'd be up on the counter with me...

My next door neighbor is an absolute raving nymphomaniac. She brings home a different man almost every single night, and for more than coffee and conversation. I've witnessed men as young-looking as nineteen and as old as fifty banging her in every position, on every piece of furniture, for hours on end. She never stops, never even slows down. I discovered the show on accident, when I'd wandered into my kitchen one night for a snack. Imagine my surprise when I looked out my kitchen window and saw my twenty-something year old neighbor straddling a forty-year-old man on the floor of her living room! Even though too far away to see details, I was aroused enough that my hands slipped beneath my panties and I climaxed as he came between her breasts. It's been two months since that night, and I've rarely missed a show.

I'm rarely disappointed by her escapades. Last night, though, blew my mind.

I ate dinner, took a bath, turned off my lights, then took my customary place on the counter - the best vantage point. She hadn't arrived yet, so I sipped wine and waited for an hour, wondering if this would be one of the rare nights she arrived alone, or stayed at the man's place. What I saw was well worth the wait.

The front door opened, and she came in with her arms around not one but TWO men! Before I had a chance to react, a third man stumbled in behind her. I sat up straight to get a better view, unable to believe my incredible luck! She made out with each of the men, kissing them passionately, her hands massaging the crotch of his pants as his hands found their way over her breasts and under her skirt. The tallest of the three led her to the coach, where the blond sat in front of her and the shorter and taller guys - both with brown hair - sat on either side of her. Blond Guy parted her legs, lifted her skirt to reveal her bareness - no underwear, as usual - and probed her shaven pinkness with his fingers. Tall Guy kissed her deeply, while Short Guy pulled her dress down past her pert, full breasts and began to fondle and suck her large, erect nipples.

My hand found my clit as Blond Guy's tongue found hers. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her back arched as his tongue flitted between her clit and her slit. She rubbed Tall Guy's crotch, unzipping his fly and pulling out his erect cock. She smiled saucily and said something which made him smile, and he kneeled on the couch to bring his penis within reach of her pink lipsticked mouth. She wrapped her mouth around him. He buried his fingers in her soft blonde hair, watching his cock disappear between her lips.

Short Guy said something that made her turn her head. They rearranged themselves so that she lay on her back, with Blond Guy down between her legs, Tall Guy standing above her face, and Short Guy straddling her ribcage. Her mouth found Tall Guy's cock once again, and Blond Guy resumed licking her pussy. She grasped her boobs, pressing them together. Short guy unzipped his jeans and pulled out the largest erect cock I'd ever seen! I gasped as he stroked it for a second, then pushed it between her breasts - it disappeared between them, its swollen purplish tip reappearing on the other side. He pushed it in and out between them while the breast flesh jiggled.

Blond Guy sat up, pulled his penis out of his pants, and rubbed it against her lips, slick with natural juices and his saliva. He pushed it into her. I saw her eyes flutter momentarily in the midst of sucking Tall Guy, and she slipped a hand over her clit and rubbed it vigorously. Tall Guy watched intently as Short Guy fucked her breasts, and I could see from his face and body movements that he was close to coming. Almost the moment that thought popped into my head, his pelvis bucked and he pushed his entire cock deep into her mouth. I trained my binoculars on her face, and could see trickles of whitish-clear fluid run from the corners of her pink mouth. After a moment he withdrew and lay on the floor, panting. Blond Guy watched him come into her mouth over Short Guy's shoulder, and this must have taken away every bit of self-control he possessed. His hips bucked wildly as he came deep into her pussy. Her manic finger motions on her clit became even quicker, and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a moan, come still visible on her lips and cheeks. Blond Guy pulled out, and his juices ran stickily from her flushed and swollen pink vagina.

Short Guy continued fucking her tits. He looked down on her with an evil smile, talking. Though I can't read lips, I could tell he was saying dirty things - describing what else he'd do to her, perhaps, or how her breasts felt around him. I felt very near orgasm. She smiled, talked back to him in similar fashion. She place her hands around the top part of her breasts, pushing them in so as to put even more pressure on his cock. She slipped her hand down between her legs, stroking herself while talking dirty back at him. His pelvis thrust forward. A jet of semen spurt from the tip of his penis, landing in droplets all over her neck and face. Another spurt decorated the tops of her breasts. She rubbed her clit faster, then arched her back (as much as she could, with him on her chest) in such a way I knew she had yet another orgasm. Short Guy sat a moment, squeezing her sticky breasts around his cock. I couldn't hold out any longer; I laid down on the counter and came so hard I nearly fell to the hard kitchen tile.

By the time the room stopped spinning enough so that I could sit up, the men were gone, and she was in the shower. I felt that same queer mix of envy and horror I always felt at the end of these encounters - part of me astounded by the degradation this poor woman endured, and another part of me wishing it was me on that couch, covered in the come of three men. It's the age-old battle within all women; we aspire to be angels, but deep down inside we wouldn't mind playing the whore, once in a while...

Watching



Nearly every night you'll find me in my kitchen with the lights off. I'll sit on the counter on a pillow, wearing only my panties, staring out the window with high-powered binoculars. Sound odd - the act of a crazy woman? Believe me, if you saw what I saw, you'd be up on the counter with me...

My next door neighbor is an absolute raving nymphomaniac. She brings home a different man almost every single night, and for more than coffee and conversation. I've witnessed men as young-looking as nineteen and as old as fifty banging her in every position, on every piece of furniture, for hours on end. She never stops, never even slows down. I discovered the show on accident, when I'd wandered into my kitchen one night for a snack. Imagine my surprise when I looked out my kitchen window and saw my twenty-something year old neighbor straddling a forty-year-old man on the floor of her living room! Even though too far away to see details, I was aroused enough that my hands slipped beneath my panties and I climaxed as he came between her breasts. It's been two months since that night, and I've rarely missed a show.

I'm rarely disappointed by her escapades. Last night, though, blew my mind.

I ate dinner, took a bath, turned off my lights, then took my customary place on the counter - the best vantage point. She hadn't arrived yet, so I sipped wine and waited for an hour, wondering if this would be one of the rare nights she arrived alone, or stayed at the man's place. What I saw was well worth the wait.

The front door opened, and she came in with her arms around not one but TWO men! Before I had a chance to react, a third man stumbled in behind her. I sat up straight to get a better view, unable to believe my incredible luck! She made out with each of the men, kissing them passionately, her hands massaging the crotch of his pants as his hands found their way over her breasts and under her skirt. The tallest of the three led her to the coach, where the blond sat in front of her and the shorter and taller guys - both with brown hair - sat on either side of her. Blond Guy parted her legs, lifted her skirt to reveal her bareness - no underwear, as usual - and probed her shaven pinkness with his fingers. Tall Guy kissed her deeply, while Short Guy pulled her dress down past her pert, full breasts and began to fondle and suck her large, erect nipples.

My hand found my clit as Blond Guy's tongue found hers. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her back arched as his tongue flitted between her clit and her slit. She rubbed Tall Guy's crotch, unzipping his fly and pulling out his erect cock. She smiled saucily and said something which made him smile, and he kneeled on the couch to bring his penis within reach of her pink lipsticked mouth. She wrapped her mouth around him. He buried his fingers in her soft blonde hair, watching his cock disappear between her lips.

Short Guy said something that made her turn her head. They rearranged themselves so that she lay on her back, with Blond Guy down between her legs, Tall Guy standing above her face, and Short Guy straddling her ribcage. Her mouth found Tall Guy's cock once again, and Blond Guy resumed licking her pussy. She grasped her boobs, pressing them together. Short guy unzipped his jeans and pulled out the largest erect cock I'd ever seen! I gasped as he stroked it for a second, then pushed it between her breasts - it disappeared between them, its swollen purplish tip reappearing on the other side. He pushed it in and out between them while the breast flesh jiggled.

Blond Guy sat up, pulled his penis out of his pants, and rubbed it against her lips, slick with natural juices and his saliva. He pushed it into her. I saw her eyes flutter momentarily in the midst of sucking Tall Guy, and she slipped a hand over her clit and rubbed it vigorously. Tall Guy watched intently as Short Guy fucked her breasts, and I could see from his face and body movements that he was close to coming. Almost the moment that thought popped into my head, his pelvis bucked and he pushed his entire cock deep into her mouth. I trained my binoculars on her face, and could see trickles of whitish-clear fluid run from the corners of her pink mouth. After a moment he withdrew and lay on the floor, panting. Blond Guy watched him come into her mouth over Short Guy's shoulder, and this must have taken away every bit of self-control he possessed. His hips bucked wildly as he came deep into her pussy. Her manic finger motions on her clit became even quicker, and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a moan, come still visible on her lips and cheeks. Blond Guy pulled out, and his juices ran stickily from her flushed and swollen pink vagina.

Short Guy continued fucking her tits. He looked down on her with an evil smile, talking. Though I can't read lips, I could tell he was saying dirty things - describing what else he'd do to her, perhaps, or how her breasts felt around him. I felt very near orgasm. She smiled, talked back to him in similar fashion. She place her hands around the top part of her breasts, pushing them in so as to put even more pressure on his cock. She slipped her hand down between her legs, stroking herself while talking dirty back at him. His pelvis thrust forward. A jet of semen spurt from the tip of his penis, landing in droplets all over her neck and face. Another spurt decorated the tops of her breasts. She rubbed her clit faster, then arched her back (as much as she could, with him on her chest) in such a way I knew she had yet another orgasm. Short Guy sat a moment, squeezing her sticky breasts around his cock. I couldn't hold out any longer; I laid down on the counter and came so hard I nearly fell to the hard kitchen tile.

By the time the room stopped spinning enough so that I could sit up, the men were gone, and she was in the shower. I felt that same queer mix of envy and horror I always felt at the end of these encounters - part of me astounded by the degradation this poor woman endured, and another part of me wishing it was me on that couch, covered in the come of three men. It's the age-old battle within all women; we aspire to be angels, but deep down inside we wouldn't mind playing the whore, once in a while...



Watching



When Stacy had moved into her apartment in the city the first thing she noticed about the building was its strange design, it was made up of two huge towers that were separated by an entrance lobby, some conference rooms and a garden. From the side of the tower where her apartment was she was stuck with the wonderful view of the other tower but she could look down at the beautiful garden.

One late autumn evening after a very stressful day trying to correct the problems that the rest of the company had made, Stacy decided to go down to the building's garden. Covering the whole garden was a tinted glass ceiling sheltering the plants from objects that may be dropped over the edges of the balconies. In the centre was a small rock waterfall letting the water gently tumble into the small pond, this was the only sound that could be heard through out the whole garden. This garden was the only relaxing place in the big city for Stacy and she often asked herself why she had moved here away from her parents while her gaze was lost in the waterfall.

All through her life she had be the best at what she did, she always got the highest marks in her class, all through high school and then into college. But she didn't just stay home and study, whenever there was a party she was invited and was liked by everyone. With a body like hers all the guys had asked her out but only a couple had measured up to her standards and with both of them she had grown bored of them quickly. Stacy knew that all the guys looked at her and wanted her, when ever she went out she was approached by all kinds of guys, but none of them interested her. They were all too interested in her looks, and too shallow for her, she craved something different, something mysterious. 

While at the garden this time Stacy was asking herself why she couldn't find a man for her. She knew she had a body to die for, her 5'8" tall, 32 year old body was in great shape. Her hair was a light autumn brown and flowed down to her shoulders, it was a nice contrast to her dazzling bright blue eyes. Her skin was a beautiful soft brown and was completely natural which drove her two lovers wild because there wasn't a hint of a bikini line. She had the most provocative figure any man has ever seen, her ass was firm and nicely rounded just like her breasts. Just her voice often made men flustered when speaking to them on the phone at work, but none of them interested her in the slightest.

As black clouds filled the sky bringing an eerie darkness to the garden, the first spots of rain hit the glass roof, and as a roar of thunder echoed in the night sky it seemed to signal the hail that quickly hammered down onto the glass. Stacy decided to take a long hot bath and listen to some soft music in her apartment since it was too noisy at the garden now.

Once into the lobby Stacy heard the chime of the large clear clock positioned between the elevators and realised that she had lost track of the time and it were already 9pm. 

While walking through the lobby across the marble floor Stacy spotted a figure carrying a large box labeled books. She turned back and held open the glass door for the mysterious person, and as she did her eyes met his for a couple moments making her tingle and warm through out her body, something she hadn't felt for a long time. 

The man in her eyes was a smart handsome man who looked to be in his early twenties, with blonde hair smartly combed with a side parting. Stacy estimated his height to be about 6 foot 1 or 2, and as he passed through the door he smiled at her and in the sexiest voice she had heard, he thanked her. On the elevator ride up to her apartment, Stacy couldn't stop herself thinking about him, perhaps he is just moving in she thought to herself.

Once in the warmth of her apartment, Stacy searched for a nice slow sensual CD to listen to while in the bath. With the water running she slipped off her work clothes and looked at her body in the mirror, she could see that the trips to the gym were doing her good, as her fingers unconsciously found her hard erect nipples to play with. When the tub was full and there were enough soft bubbles for her liking Stacy slide into the steamy water, feeling so tense to start with but once her body had adjusted she completely relaxed. 

Her eyes closed as she rubbed her soft coral sponge over her delicate skin, at the same time thoughts of the young gentleman that she had met earlier entered her mind. Stacy imagined that it were him giving her a sponge bath, exploring her entire body, every curve, finding her most sensitive areas and entering the bath to fill her desire. Soft moans and cries left her sweet tender lips, as a wave of orgasm came over her, with out realising it she had dropped the sponge and had inserted two fingers to tease her puffy pussy lips. When Stacy had come down she just laid there, her body tired and her fingers gently caressing her breasts and nipples.

After her bath, Stacy started to read a book that was recommended to her by a colleague it was a bit racy compared to the books that she usual read but the story line was there. Curled up in her favourite armchair wearing only a light peach silk robe reading Stacy didn't really pay much attention to the other apartments in the second tower that she could see from her window. Until that is she got up to get a drink, in the corner of her eye she could see a shadow of someone moving about in front of a window, she paused for a moment to study the silhouette. From the out line of the body it appeared to be a man, and after a few moments she realised that he was masturbating. A tingle ran through her body, she felt like she shouldn't watch but something was drawing her to it. 

It must have been about 10 minutes later when the figure disappeared from the window and when she finally went to get her drink she found out how much just watching him had her wet. She had never thought of herself as a voyeur but thinking about it now got her even wetter. 'I will buy a telescope tomorrow' Stacy thought to herself, but first she was going to sort out her hot dripping pussy before she went to bed.

Feeling totally satisfied Stacy woke up the next day with a big smile on her face, she couldn't remember the last time that she had felt this good, and when she gets the telescope things could get more interesting, she thought with a wicked grin on her face.

While on her way to get the telescope, Stacy passed her favourite lingerie shop and decided to pop in and buy something sexy to wear while watching. She loved to wear silk because of the way it felt on her skin, especially when moving, and just when she thought there wasn't anything that she like she came across a bra and panties in red and black, so she smiled at the assistant and brought them. For some reason Stacy felt very hyper and very naughty, and to her it felt like people kept looking at her some how knowing that she was becoming a voyeur.

At the hobby shop where Stacy was going to buy her telescope she realised that she knew nothing about them but was a bit reluctant to ask for help because how does she ask the old guy at the till that she wants a telescope for spying on people in the tower opposite hers. While trying to think she didn't notice the guy approach her so when he asked if she needed any help she stuttered a yes, and said she wanted one to spot planets, not knowing how powerful it would be. Eventually one was found that was the right power and would fit in with the rest of the things in her apartment, and so she raced home to set it up.

After dinner at about the same time as yesterday Stacy went over to her sofa wearing just her new lingerie and poured herself a glass of wine before looking through her telescope for the first time. She pointed it straight at the window that she was looking at before and noticed that the curtains weren't shut that evening, and her pussy dampened straight away realising that she may see the whole thing perfectly. Just as she was about to look at other windows, the mystery man entered the room, and Stacy was shocked to see that the man was actually the young guy she had held the door open for the other day. But for some reason this time he went over to the telescope at his window, and seeing this made Stacy hide out of the way of the window just in case he was going to look into her room.

After a couple of minutes she got up and started to look at him again and saw that he was looking at the stars, feeling relieved she went to the glass coffee table in the middle of her lounge where the bottle was and had another glass of wine. Stacy began to feel a bit light headed and warm but felt great about it, and went back to the window. This time the guy was looking at a different part of the sky and she wondered whether he was actually watching her and looking away when she went back to her telescope. 

With the alcohol in her body and her mind becoming saucier, she decided to give him something to watch. She picked out a nice slow song to put on the stereo that she could dance to and stood in full view of the window waiting for the track to start. When it did she started to move her body in time with the music, running her hands down her body caressing all of it. Her hands cupping her large breasts and squeezing them together, wanting to tit wank the guy so badly, to feel his cock pulsate between them and see his cum spurt into her face. Her mind filled with these thoughts and made her body so hot and horny. The crotch of her panties was soaked so with one hand she ran it down from her breast to her pussy. Once it was there her fingers toyed with her lips through the silky fabric, while at the same time she was pinching and pulling her nipples, one at a time. 

After a few minutes, she was getting so hot she wanted to be filled, so she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the fall exposing her firm breasts. Her head bent down and she lifted one up so she could kiss it, the feeling of her lips on it was electrifying, and drove her wild so next she pull her drenched panties off and through them to the side. 

As she did she saw the nearly empty wine bottle sitting on the table and a kinky thought entered her head. She disappeared from the view of the window and lay one of the towels from her ironing pile on an arm chair facing the window and sat on it spreading her legs wide, one over each of the arm rests. Once in place she got the wine bottle and held one of her breasts in her free hand and started to pour a bit of wine onto it, the coldness of it sent shivers down her body to her pussy which got even wetter and sensitive. Her eager tongue then licked off the wine and she loved every bit of it, her pussy was boiling at this stage and needed to be sorted out. With the bottle still in one of her hands she moved it towards her dripping pussy and put the tip of it against her entrance, just the feeling of that there nearly sent her over the edge but she wanted to be filled when she came. 

After rubbing the cold bottle along her slit Stacy gradually pushed it into her, inch by inch the neck disappeared, and by this time her juices were running down the sides, when it couldn't go any further she started to hump it in and out of her. The bottle was stretching her with every thrust, her hungry pussy tightening around it trying not to let it escape. Stacie's free hand was pinching her nipples harder and switching between them quicker and quicker as she felt a huge orgasm build up inside her. Her whole body began to shake as wave after wave of orgasms went through her, her pussy clamped around the bottle and was gradually filling it up and at that point she passed out to the world.

To Be Continued...



Watching a Fantasy



As we entered the club I could feel heads swivel and take notice. I could understand the reason. How often are you sitting in a strip club and someone walks in with a beautiful woman wearing a tight black dress, high heels and a stride that lets you know she knows she's beautiful? 

We choose two seats next to each other one row away from the stage. The club was fairly full, maybe forty to fifty patrons...I saw a few women in the crowd but it was overwhelming male. We had chosen this club specifically because the customers were more upscale than most clubs, mostly businessmen with a smattering of younger people, the dress code keeping the crowd looking professional or trendy. 

As my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness in the club my attention was drawn to the stage...it was about waist-high with a reflective steel bar about 6 inches above the edge that served as a very low railing, surrounded by seats. When we had come in it was empty but as I watched, the announcer started a song and the lights dimmed. I glanced over at her and could see that she was staring at the stage...from my vantage point I could only see her face, shoulders and chest. I knew her well enough to know that she was definitely enjoying the anticipation...

The lights rose and a dancer walked on stage from behind a black curtain at the back..."walked" was an understatement, strutted would be a better description. The dancer was about 5' 8", wearing a red bikini that barely covered her breasts with a bottom that tied on both sides...long blond hair, not straight but a little wavy, definitely a tight body. She made her way to the pole and began her dance...it was obvious that she was a seasoned professional. 

I looked across at the seat next to me and I saw that the stare hadn't faded...as I looked at her, I could see the dancer slowly take off her top out of the corner of my eye. I watched her slowly lick her lips. The stare didn't stop but I could see the moisture on her lips on top of her lip gloss...I could also start to see her chest rising and falling a little more rapidly, the sheer material of her black dress tight against her skin. I knew that the stripper was only providing superficial entertainment...just an appetizer to the main course. 

We both watched as patrons moved to the stage and soon there very few empty seats around the stage. The dancer stood in the middle of the stage, hooked her fingers on the string bikini on both of her hips and pulled the knot loose. Her bikini fell to the stage, her skin slightly glistening. She was athletic but curvy, D cups with an ass that had a serious curve. 

She began to work the crowd around the stage, moving around from customer to customer. I noticed that as she got close to the tip rail some patrons were reaching up to touch her, lightly touching her stomach if she was facing them, touching her ass if she had her back to them. As I watched her tease a customer directly in front of me, on her knees with her hair falling over her chest and leaning over the tip rail, I felt a hand clasp mine. 

I looked over and she had an excited look in her eyes and a devious smile. There was an instant where it seemed like we were both confirming that we were going to do this, we were going to go through with it. I gave her a slow smile and a slight nod...we had discussed it before many times but we'd never actually gotten this close. 

She didn't need any more encouragement...she let go of my hand and slowly rose from the seat. As she stood up and began to walk away from me, swaying her hips in her short dress, her ass tight under it, I couldn't think of a better place to be. A slight twinge of jealousy, of anxiety, of fear crawled into my stomach...some last second hesitations. I knew that this was part of pushing the envelope, exploring new things. I tried to distract myself by returning my attention to the blonde but my mind was completely focused on what was going to happen.

After a few minutes the song slowly winded down and the blonde gathered the cash on the stage, grabbed her bikini, put it back on and walked down a stairway next to the stage. I was dimly aware of her starting to move through the crowd when the stage lights dimmed again and a house music song came on. My hands unconsciously clenched as I saw the lights come up and a hand part the curtain at the back of the stage...the same hand that was holding mine only minutes ago. 

She walked out onto the stage slowly, not hesitantly, but it was obvious that this was a new experience for her. The crowd could sense it and I could feel the raw energy in the club ratchet up. Her sophisticated beauty, her instinctual sensuality and her authenticity combined to make her an extremely rare experience at a club. The few empty seats at the stage quickly filled, probably fifteen people total, mostly men but with two women as well.

She was wearing black high heels, straps around her ankles...her tight black dress barely covering her ass, long legs glistening in the lights. The top of the dress left her shoulders bare, thin straps keeping it on. Her long hair slowly moved as she swayed her head slightly from side to side and she walked to the center of the stage. A smile crept across her lips as she glanced at the stage, the seats around it and then at me. 

She began to slowly sway to the music, completely differently than the previous dancer, slowly, sensually. She reached out with one arm for the pole and strutted around it in a circle, making sure that every person sitting around the stage got a full view of her long legs, calves tight from her heels. She returned to the front of the stage and leaned back against the pole, running her hands up her thighs, across her stomach and onto her breasts, still moving to the beat of the music. Her face was partially hidden by her hair as she looked down at her hands, at her body leaning against the pole. 

She raised her hands above and behind her head and grasped the pole behind her, tightening her entire body as she stretched upward. I could see her nipples stretching the fabric of the dress, ice hard. As she stretched her dress began to slowly ride up her hips...slowly, slowly and eventually her black panties were visible. Her hips were tight as she leaned back into the pole, let go of it with her hands and reached her hands down. Her fingers slid under the bottom of her dress and she stepped away from the pole, now about five feet from the edge of the stage and the crowd around it. 

As she began to sway her hips from side to side, she slowly began to raise her arms and with them her dress. Her panties came completely into view, low-cut, black and sheer. Her stomach, toned and tight, was revealed and she began to raise her arms above her head...finally she pulled the dress over her head and her chest came into view, nipples hard. She let her dress drop to the stage, now only wearing her heels and panties. 

She turned around and walked back to the pole, facing it. Her back and ass were incredible, her hair falling down past her shoulders. She reached out her hands and grabbed the pole. As she straightened her arms out she began to bend at her waist, slowly straightening out her legs, her thong becoming tighter and tighter. Eventually her upper body was horizontal, waist bent, legs straight...all I could see was the thin line of her thong between her ass and the muscles in her legs. 

She moved her ass back from side to side, eliciting some groans from the crowd. With one hand she reached back, hooked her finger into her panties and teasingly, slowly, began to lower them. Her ass was so tight that they almost dripped off of her, slowly moving over her ass and down to her thighs. She let them go once they were past her thighs and stood absolutely still, body tight and flexed. I could see her abdomen rising and falling slightly as she breathed, probably heavily. 

The crowd around the stage was transfixed...from any vantage point the view was incredible. From either side her body was in perfect profile, hair hanging around her face, breasts hanging tightly from her chest, nipples hard, her tight abdomen and long legs. For the lucky few sitting directly in front of the stage, the view started at her 3" heels. From the straps of her heels around her ankles her calves were tight as were her hips. Her apple-shaped ass was taut, framing her shaven pussy. 

As the song began to wind down, she slowly straightened her waist, stood up turned around. With a toss of her head, she put her hands on her hips and looked out at the crowd. Her eyes reach mine and I couldn't help an involuntary smile. It was obvious from her eyes and her expression that she was completely in the moment, her entire body and mind experiencing these new sensations, and it was obvious that she was enjoying all of it. 

She reached down and picked up her panties and dress. Unlike the previous dancer though she didn't put anything back on...she walked down the stairs and onto the floor completely naked except for her heels. Heads turned as she strutted across the floor and towards our seats, swaying her hips and innately acknowledging their stares. Seeing her walking towards me, completely nude amongst so many people, completely confident and comfortable, was an incredible turn-on. 

As she was a few seats away I saw a hand reach out and touch her arm gently. It belonged to a middle-aged man, maybe forty, dressed in a business suit. He was definitely good-looking and I knew from her tastes that he was definitely her type. She turned to face him and I could see her in profile. Knowing that she was standing in front of him, completely naked, knowing that her breasts, her pussy, her stomach, everything was open to his gaze, my mind was a complete blank. There was nothing but raw sexuality, hunger, desire, intimacy. 

After a few moments he let go of her arm and she resumed walking over to me. As she settled back into her chair and reached over to clasp my hand, our eyes met. I could see in her face that she was completely aroused, unbelievably turned on. The fact that she was sitting naked next to me in a room with fifty people didn't escape my attention.

"That was incredible" she said. 

"Beyond incredible" I replied, practically speechless. 

After a few moments, she looked at me with a devious smile and said, "Well, that's one fantasy we'll have to repeat in the future. One fantasy down, nine more to go."



Watching a Friend's House



After taking a very deep breath, she relaxed some but not as much as she'd hope. She never should have agreed to watch Tristan's house for him. It did not matter they had been best friends all of there lives, and she secretly had the biggest crush on him. His house creepy. Period. No wonder he couldn't find anyone else to watch his house and cat. 

The walls were dark, and everything seemed so gothic. The worst part being that he lived in the middle of nowhere. She kept picturing some big strong man coming in and killing her. She'd never be found. It would be all his fault for going on some stupid trip. 

"Only one more night" She thought to herself. "Less than 24 hours. I can do this..." 

A clanging sound froze her heart. "Is so-som-some-someone there?" Flashing the light on, she was ready to toss her body onto some person breaking in. All of a sudden she wished she'd put more on then that little white tank top and short blue shorts. Thank god she soon found the cat jumped from the chair, knocking over the lamp. No big scary man that was going to kill her.

She cursed Tristan under her breath. Then screamed as the phone rang, "Hello?" she whispered still trying to catch her breath.

"Sarah? It's Tristan. Are you okay?" the phone was breaking up some as he spoke.

"I'm okay. How's the trip?" She gulped.

"Fine, fine. But you are sure you are okay? You seem spooked." 

"Yeah, the cat jumped me. No big deal." She signed. Spooked? Oh that was an understatement! She was far beyond spooked. 

"Alright... I'll -- bb----oome---- " The phone started to break up more, it was impossible to tell what he was saying.

"Hello? Tristan?" 

"SA--arr---a"

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep. The phone went dead. "Peachy, just peachy." After making sure the door was locked, she made a bowl of popcorn and sat back in his big chair to watch a movie. Nine was way to early to go to bed. The stupid cat jumped up and landed on her bare legs, luckily the pain soon soothed from her nails. 

She dragged her nearly naked butt up to turn off the TV once the movie was over, and then took her white tank top off and slipping down those nearly nothing blue shorts off. She called to the cat as she walked up the hallway, just in her Victoria Secret panties and bra. As she turned the light off, a cold hard hand grabbed her about the mouth. 

"Holy fuckin' shit!" she mentally screamed. This was so not part of the house sitting agreement! 

A dark, cold voice whispered in her ear, "Fight and you'll get hurt." His lips landed on her neck, slowly and gently, before biting deep down into her skin. As quick as light he spun her around a forced a kiss. There was passion, needed, and want... and that was not the only part of his body giving off that impression. His hard cock pressed right at her.

"Oh dear god." She slapped him across the face. "I'm not your fuck toy, you sick pig." She kneed him between the legs, making him grunt. Her attempt to be free did not last long, when as soon as she ran a few steps he tossed his body onto her, making them crash onto the cold floor. 

Pinning her hands above her head, he laughed at her. He used one hand to hold her, as he kissed her he dragged his fingernails down her side and slowly back up until he moved her bra. Slowly touching her breast as he kissed her, he pinched the nipple hard, making her scream into his mouth. Before sliding down to capture the free pink bud with his lips and slowly suck. 

Her untouched virgin body did not know how to react as his lips worked at her chest. As she felt new emotions her body had never experienced, she could not help but keep her anger. This wasn't how she pictured being touched. She wanted someone who loved her, respected her body... not made her into a slut, a fuck toy. 

She tried to fight him off again, but this time he just picked her up and tossed her onto his back. As he made his way up the hall, she kicked and slapped at him. Only to have him run a finger up her leg and under her underwear, touching her, feeling her. She didn't know how to react, and didn't have time in the next moment she was tossed on the bed. 

As she looked up at him, down came his pants zipper. He only stood there in his green boxers as the moonlight bounced off his perfectly formed body. Her eyes caught his amazing stomach, only to follow the muscles down to see the tent being made in his green boxers. Her cheeks became red with color.

His laugh filled the room. "It's okay little girl, I don't bite... much" 

He slowly and carefully moved on top of her, pushing her innocent body into the bed harder. As he kissed her, her lips slowly kissed him back to her amazement. Feeling his tongue in her mouth, made her lips separate even more. She gasped as he broke there passionate kiss, and nibbled gently at her ear, sending little waves of pleasure threw out her body. He was a drug, and she wanted every last drop.

His fingers played with the elastic band of her panties, and his lips move from her ear to her neck. He slowly sucked at her neck, he wanted to brand her, name her, claim her... he wanted her to have his hickey imprinted on her skin. His finger slipped into her underwear, and gently felt her wetness against him. 

It almost shocked him how easy his middle finger slipped right into her pussy lips. His cock throbbed, he tried to ignore it... but he could not, he'd never wanted anything as much as her. Her innocent moans of pleasure made him hot and heavy with needed. He had captured her, brought her to the bed, and now he planned to take her. Quickly he thrusted his middle finger as deep as possible, before removing it. 

He brought his hand up to her face, "Do you see this?"

She wouldn't even look at him. 

"Do you see this?!" He dragged his middle finger that was wet with her own want down her cheek. "You do want me." 

Her head slowly nodded. 

"Say it" 

"Yes"

He grunted, "Tell me what you want."

Softly she replied, "Make me your fuck toy." 

That was what he needed to hear, it pushed him over.He ripped off her bra, and then came the panties. Moving back a little he looked down at his prize. 

As she looked up at him, she couldn't believe what she'd just asked for. But as he pushed his boxers down, she froze. This was a bad idea! A very bad idea! His cock was fully hard, and extremely big. How the hell could that fit inside her? It couldn't.... 

He realized she was pulling away, she wanted out. He came back down on top of her before she could try to leave again. She'd asked to be made a fuck toy, and he planned to make her that. His cock slipped right onto her pussy, he slowly rocked his hips up and down, making her wetness surround him. He kissed her as he worked his cock at her pussy lips. Once he found the entrance he moved forward hard in one easy thrust.

She screamed as her virginity broke, by his hard monster. Her fingernails pushed deeply into his back. As she felt his cock break her, brand her, claim her. She fought back tears, she wasn't going to cry... she wasn't going to show weakness.

He gasps as he felt how tight she was around his hard cock. At that moment he realized she'd never had a man be with her before. He should have felt like shit, but he didn't. He was happy.... and he slowly rocked inside her being a little more gently. He worked his big cock out of her small tight pussy and back in as his fingertips found her clit. 

In no time she was moaning in pleasure again. Her stomach was being filled with a new emotion. Little waves of pleasure shot threw her. "Oh god! Yes!" her moans became more needing. 

He fucked her, filling her each time with his cock. Rocking his hips down onto her, but this time she started to push back. Showing her needed, her own want. His breath became faster, and he pushed into her each time as deep as possible. Until finally her first orgasm erupted in her body. She screamed in pleasure, as her body milked his cock.

That was what he needed to feel. Her pussy milking him, it sent him to the point of no return. He pushed his cock as deep insider her as possible and started to fill her with his cum. Only to fall fully on top of her, holding his cock deep within her. 

She was over run with emotions but could tell his cock was pumping his sperm inside her. That's when it hit her. HIS COCK WAS PUMPING SPERM INTO HER! 

"You... you didn't... put a condom on?" She squeaked. 

"No" he looked deep within her eyes.

"You ass! I'll get pregnant!" She yelled and tried to slap him, but he caught her hand. 

"I planned to make a mother out of you from the start." He laughed. Then got up off her, and grabbed his things and left. As simple as that.

She lay in bed, naked, with cum running out of her pussy. She was in too much shock to move for the next few hours. She was trying to wrap her mind around how she let a stranger come in, fuck her, possibly make her pregnant and leave.

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"Thanks so much for watching the house!" Tristan smiled and hugged her, "Hope everything went fine."

"Yeah." She smiled and lied, before walking to her car.

"Oh Sara?"

"Yes" she turned back around.

"By any chance, did my brother stop by last night? Hope he didn't scare you, he has his own key and all. He said he wanted to pick something up, that's why I called but the phone went dead." he said friendly.

"Your brother?" she looked at him in shock. 

"Yeah?"

"Oh he came." Now at least she knew the man to go after.



Watching a Mom Jerk Him Off



Back in the so called "Golden Age of Porn" there were adult theaters almost everywhere. Even in small towns. Once the movie companies started building multiplexes out at the mall, the old, traditional movie houses were abandoned. So porn operators could buy or lease them cheaply and they became smut emporiums.

I learned pretty quickly that if you laid down an extra 10 dollar bill with the entry price, they weren't too quick to check your ID. By now the statute of limitations has long since expired, so I guess there's no harm in admitting that.

There was a theater in Virginia in mid 70's. Roanoke, I believe. They didn't show hardcore, but at that point in my development, seeing a real, almost-live, hair covered pussy on that huge screen was enough to make my hormones rage. I sat all the way through the two movies twice. My adolescent hormone-crazed brain even convinced me to go back for a second helping a day or so later.

My first visit was during the day and the only other patrons were "dirty old men" and other young guys who weren't working. The second stop was in the evening and the crowd was large, mostly male, of course. At some point though, a couple came in.

 I found myself both surprised and a little embarrassed at the presence of a woman in the place. Then with a bit more reflection, I wondered what kind of a woman she must be to come to watch a sex movie in public. (Though in those days there was no way of watching one in private.) They sat across the aisle from me, a couple of seats in, with him to her left, putting him closer to me.

I studied them, discreetly, for a couple of minutes. Early to mid thirties, nicely dressed, looking like any one of a thousand couples that you might meet on any given day. I suspect they had left the kids with a babysitter and went out for dinner and little visual stimulation. They watched the movie intently, sitting as close to one another as those old theater seats would allow.

I turned my attention back to the movie. The plot had something to do with a guy, his daughter and a necklace. I hadn't really come for the plot, just those long lingering camera shots of naked girls and simulated sex.

At some point, I became aware that the couple was moving, ever so slightly. Turning my head to the right I could see that he was rubbing her legs. She was wearing slacks, but it still turned me on. A few minutes later, her hand was in his lap, rubbing his dick through his pants. At this point, my own cock was doing its best to bust through the fabric of my own pants.

I turned away, hoping that they would not look in my direction. Afraid that she might see my hardon.  Minutes later though, I became aware of more subtle motion across the aisle. His cock was out and in her hand. More than that, her blouse had been opened enough to expose her breasts. She wore no bra and I could see her dark nipples clearly in the bright reflection off the screen. She was stroking him with her right hand, meaning she was turned, somewhat, towards me. I found myself staring, unable to take my eyes away.

She began a slow, steady rhythm, working his dick to a full state of attention. Somewhere about that time I became aware that she was looking at me. She was not angry, or embarrassed, or trying to hide a thing. She looked directly into my eyes and smiled, then returned her gaze to his dick. My own member was throbbing now. I was convinced that her blouse was open even further. Did she do that so that I could see more?  My head was spinning, my breath was short and my cock was so hard that it nearly hurt.

I heard him grunt, ever so softly, and quickly lowered her head to catch his load in her mouth. My underwear caught my load. They returned their attention to the movie and played no more. I went to the bathroom to clean up the best I could and left the building, convinced that I had just witnessed a once in a lifetime experience. How wrong I turned out to be!



Watching a Movie



It was Sunday and I had just gotten off the phone with my administrative assistant Jenny who was going to watch the gift shop for me that day as I wanted to rest. The night before was exhausting in a very exciting way. Thinking back, I initially felt regret at what I had done with John but when he woke up naked beside me, both of us did not have much time to consider our regrets as he woke me up with the delicious feeling of his cock moving in and out of my pussy once more and his eyes staring at me in a needful way. It is not easy to describe how a pair of eyes would look in a needful way but that’s how I felt John's eyes were saying while looking at me.

I took out the tray containing the bacon from the microwave and started fixing breakfast when I heard him get up and take a pee in the bathroom. I felt his warm kiss on my neck and his hands touch my breasts as he said,

" Good morning Mom. That bacon sure smells good". While seated at the breakfast table, he seemed so nonchalant and calm about what had just happened between us the night before that I began to hesitate if I should open up the subject of the two of us having sex last night... but it was a momentous event in both our lives, changing completely the total perspective of our mother-son relationship that I felt I needed to discuss it with him.

" John honey, I didn’t want to do what I did, touching my body in front of you last night but I just couldn’t help myself. I was exhausted from work and felt I just needed to release myself", I said softly in an apologetic way while looking directly at him.

" Mom, I have been watching you ever since you and Dad had that divorce and I know how much you want it. Funny but when I get in very late in the evenings, I would check up on you and peek inside your room often seeing you totally knocked out with your nightie up to your waist already, sometimes even up to your shoulders and the sight of you that way would really get me hard that I would slowly sneak inside your room and jerk off while looking at your naked body", he said breathlessly.

" Oh John...baby...I never realized you wanted my body and to think all this time I was simply doing myself every time I felt the need", I replied going up to him and holding his face gently between the palms of my hands. I slowly lowered my lips to his and kissed him. A shudder ran deliciously over my whole body as I felt his hands slowly reach under the oversized t-shirt that I wore from last night and touch my upper thighs. The hair on my skin stood on end when I felt his left hand reach up and touch my breasts while his right hand sneaked in between my thighs searching for my womanhood. 

Slowly parting my thighs, I willingly allowed his hand to reach under and feel me getting so wet as our kiss turned wanton, his tongue parting my lips as I opened my mouth to receive him... then sucking his tongue hungrily I felt my need for him begin to grow once more. I reached under with my right hand and touched him through his boxer shorts feeling him so hard. I sneaked my hand under his shorts and felt his erect penis pulsing...throbbing...his finger now moving urgently in and out of my drenched pussy. I weakly moaned through our joined lips as my hands went around the waistband of his shorts and pulled it down releasing his penis from the confines of his boxers.

I took hold of his penis and straddled him between my thighs rubbing the head of his penis on the lips of my pussy. He reached up for my t-shirt and pulled it off breaking our kiss and exposing my nakedness completely to him. My breasts were now in front of his face as he took my right nipple in his mouth I slowly lowered myself with a loud moan upon him, his penis smoothly entering my now drooling pussy.

" Oh John....I want this...yes I want this..." as I began to move up and down on him holding his face tightly between my breasts. I started to ride him hard and rough, my voice snarling loudly with illicit passion as I felt the upper shaft of his penis rub on my clit. I rocked back and forth pushing myself down harder upon him. Soon, the rough rubbing of his penis on my clit began to trigger a spasm deep within my cervix... I began to feel my orgasm coming...that pee like sensation which makes my whole body shiver in weakness starting deep within my hips and rushing forth into my hot loins. I closed my eyes in intense pleasure, bright lights exploding in the black screen of my mind, and grabbed his head in a tight hug and screamed his name...

"Oh John...I'm coming...I'm coming...oh baby you're making me come...oh John....", and as I felt his scalding seed enter my body I hear him growl...

" Oh Mom...I'm coming too...yessssss", I felt him grab me and push himself up roughly, raising my body, the heat of his semen shooting inside me as I closed my pussy walls on his now ejaculating penis, pushing me over the edge again...

" Baby, I'm coming again...oh yes...there it is again...ooohhhh" I whined and moaned as a long winded shaking of my entire body took over followed by short spasms as I came again and again and again.....

After a while, still joined to him, I opened my eyes and looked at my son smiling at me and kissing every part of my face and eyes and nose and cheeks....

"Mom...I love you...so much" he said with a gentleness that I found so touching. After holding each other tightly for a long while I finally said,

" I guess we should have breakfast now. I'm famished after what you're doing to me..." I said with a smile on my voice. I got off, feeling his semen dribbling down my inner thighs and, putting my t-shirt back on, continued fixing breakfast.

"Mom it’s Sunday. Would you like to go and watch a movie with me? After all Jenny is going to mind the gift shop for you is she not...?" he suggested;

"Mmmmmmmm why not. Are you asking me out on a date? That would be nice", I smiled.

" But will you wear that dark blue denim dress with the buttons up front for me?" he pleaded.

" Yes Baby..." I replied, my mind filling with erotic thoughts thinking that he could unbutton my dress completely in the movie and do whatever he wants with my exposed body; but instead of being afraid of being found out, I rather liked the idea of having discreet sex in public and felt excited as I faced him and whispered in a low sexy tone of voice,

" Do you like me to wear nothing under that dark blue denim dress you want?" I looked at him straight in the eye with a naughty twinkle as he said,

" WOW...no...I mean yes...uh...if you want to", his blurt out reply quickly brought a quick smile to myself as I decided to let him have his way and not wear anything at all under the dress.

The theater was practically empty as the movie we decided to watch was on screen for a couple of weeks now and everybody had probably gone to see the other newer releases. After I handed the ticket stub to the usher, John and I quietly entered the theater lobby. John wrapped his left arm around me and whispered...

" Are you really wearing nothing under your dress Mom?" he whispered in my ear.

" Yes honey I am completely naked under this dress", I whispered back excitedly...in eager anticipation of what he was planning to do.

In the dark and just when Tom Cruise started making love to his beautiful co-star in the movie, (the movie was Mission Impossible II), I felt John's right hand slowly undo the buttons of my dress and open it completely, making me shiver lightly as I felt the cold air touch my warm nakedness, my white flesh slightly glowing in the dark. I looked around to see if anybody was watching us and to my relief I found no one was as we were in the topmost row of seats. John's hand was uncommonly cold from the air conditioning and his touch on my breasts immediately made my nipples hard. I leaned my head on his left shoulder facing him and weakly sighed into his left ear...

"Oooohhhhh Baby...someone might see us..." I whispered excitedly with a deep sigh...he didnt reply but instead lowered his hand and mashed the soft warm flesh of my belly making me gasp as I spread my thighs wider, knowing where his hand was ultimately going. I felt his hand in the pit of my thighs making me moan again as he found me, the body fluids from my pussy gushing forth profusely into his hand. I turned my body to my right to face him and lowered my right hand, tracing the outline of his penis through his khaki shorts. I raised my left leg to straddle his left knee opening myself more to his touch and felt his finger move deliciously slow up and down the crack of my now drooling pussy. I reached under his shorts and took hold of his penis now hard and hot, stroking it slowly up and down.

The middle finger of his right hand now began to move more rapidly and urgently, up and down and in and out of my pussy making me feel warm in spite of the cold. I lowered my face to the level of his seat and held his penis close to my face taking a deep breath and breathing in its muscular scent...I slowly opened my lips to take him into my mouth. I felt him push himself up urgently as I began to suck him needfully, moving my tongue all over his shaft while his hand was now bringing me almost to the point of an orgasm. I felt his other hand push the back of my head harder down into him as he pushed desperately into my mouth. I was now mindlessly opening and closing my thighs and felt I was very near...very very near...until he moaned silently,

"Mom I'm coming.....", and as I felt his hot seed hit the back of my throat, I tightly shut my thighs as I came, my hips jerking spasmodically. I tried hard to control the silent scream in my throat as I came again and again, his finger never stopping until I silently mumbled through my mouth...

" Honey.....I cant take it anymore..." making him slow down and stop. I continued sucking his penis and licking the semen that overflowed from my mouth into his shaft. I gulped and swallowed at the same time slowly raised my head leaning back on his left shoulder with a deep sigh, my body still weak and trembling with spent and illicit desire....

After a long while I felt his hands fumbling in my front, trying to do the buttons of my dress as I smiled and whispered in the dark,

"Baby, let me do it...", and as I straightened up and slowly closed my nakedness, I heard his voice raspy and low saying,

"Mom lets go home......" his urgent need evident in the slight shaking of his voice. I slowly gathered my things and stood up in the dark not even finishing the movie, my darling son following me slowly from behind, my knees and thighs still shaking as I thought...yessssss...I also want to feel you moving inside me...once again as I gently replied.....

"Yes Baby...lets go home.” 



Watching a Movie with Emmy



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Please NOTE: This is a slightly revised story of a previously posted story. Some of the narrative was cleaned up and corrected. Presently, this story flows much better. The other story was titled: "Watching a Movie with Emily".

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It's hard to explain, but not seeing my little sister Emmy has made me really sad. 

I've missed her so much since we've both moved out of the house. My role as big brother was really important, maybe because I know how much Emmy appreciated my help with everything.

My sister Emmy - well - her name is Emily really, but I've always called her Emmy. It's my little pet name for her, and I'm the only one that calls her that. Anyway, she was excited on the phone when I told her we should meet at the old family cabin over the winter break from college. It was an easy drive for both of us, and we always talked about how much fun we used to have there as little kids.

Since Dad's death a few years back, nobody had been to the cabin. Sometimes we would rent it out for part of the summer, but nobody from the family had been there in years. It was a long drive from our home, and the memories were just too much for Emmy and me. But now it was winter again, and it seemed enough time had passed that a weekend in the woods would be wonderful.

It was small, secluded and simple. Just what I felt I needed after all the confusing times away at college for my senior year.

Emmy was two years younger, and she was at a different college, and we tried to stay in touch by phone, but it just wasn't the same. I found that I was lonely without her. I really missed her, and I know she was feeling the same thing too.

But I worry about Emmy.

She has this really vulnerable way about her. She can be so emotional - and she can let herself get so worried about things. Even little things can really upset her. In a way, it can be sort of sweet, but at the same time, she can be so fragile too.

I feel like I should look out for her, to try my best to help her, and I guess I've always felt that way. 

And - She has been upset lately, and I'm not sure why. Something happened at school and I don't know what it is, but she's been all insecure and sad during some of our phone calls. I really want to help. She's so sweet, and I really want is to see her happy.

There has always been a really powerful connection between us, a closeness that just feels wonderful. It's really important to me to be with Emmy, I mean - we have a marvelous attachment to each other that's hard to describe.

It was a long drive on Friday night after my last class of the week. I got to the cabin first, and it was eerie to drive through the snow down that dark, narrow road in the forest. But as soon as I stepped inside again, the smell and the quiet brought back so many wonderful memories.

I was surprised how little had changed.

I tidied up a little, and lit a small fire in the wood-burning stove. 

Before too long I heard the door open, and there was my beautiful little sister Emmy, all bundled up with rosy red cheeks from the cold.

We hugged and tried to make small talk, but right away, it got all serious.

Talking about our family, and how much things have changed since we were little kids was hard for both of us. With Dad gone, it was just Mom now. And we both love her, but she is so strict, and so tense, and it's created so much stress in everyone. It's been sort of crazy lately.

I could tell my sister was getting emotional, trying to make sense of all the issues surrounding our family. I wanted to be helpful, but I worried that I just seemed to make things worse.

Finally I said, "Oh God, sometimes I just feel so overwhelmed - and it can be so sad."

Emmy replied "I know. I'm not used to being so confused, like I've been lately, and like I am right now,"

"It's okay, I understand, it's been hard for both of us."

"Maybe we should do something other than dwell on it. It's making both of us such downers."

"What can we do?"

We both sat quietly for a little bit, struggling with the intense emotions.

I eventually broke the silence with, "It's just to hard to deal with when all I want is to feel at peace. I'm not sure what to do? Are there any movies around the house?"

Emmy said, "Maybe, lemme look."

And then she went over to the couch and sat in front of the TV, and slid open a drawer under the set, and there were a hand full of DVD's inside.

She said, "Drat, a lot of these are kids movies,"

"They must be movies that got left here from the renters during ski season."

"What's this one?"

And then Emmy held up a disc in a blank CD case. No writing or label.

She said, "I don't know. It must be some movie that somebody burned."

"Let's see what it is."

And we put it in the DVD player and took the remote and tried to get it started. Something might have been wrong with the disc, or maybe the clicker, because it took a few tries to get it to start playing.

It seemed to start in the middle, and we watched a pretty lady with dark eyes alone in a room.

Emmy said, "This isn't the beginning, is it?"

"I don't think so..."

And then I hit the pause button, and instead of stopping, it jumped ahead to a new scene - you know, the way DVDs give you a choice on the scenes.

The image was of the same pretty woman and a man on a couch, it had a digital number 18 in the corner that was there for just a second, then it faded off. There was no dialog, they were sitting there quiet and calm.

Emmy said, "Hey look, that's how we used to sit on the couch when we watched TV as kids."

And she was right. The man was sitting upright on the couch, and the pretty woman was lying on her side, with her head on a pillow, and the pillow was in the man's lap. There was a fireplace in the background of the frame, and the man was gently caressing the woman as she lay across the couch.

I said, "That was always super cozy, watching TV like that."

"I remember I loved it, it was comfy on a cold night."

And the actor leaned in and tenderly kissed the woman on the ear and cheek.

"Turn it off for a little bit, okay - I don't wanna start it quite yet."

I tried stopping it, but the clicker seemed to barely work, I hit pause, but nothing happened. 

I said, "Something's wrong with something here."

Suddenly, the image on the TV jumped ahead to what must have been the next scene, and it surprised both of us. It was sort of a close up, and it was of the same two folks, and they were obviously naked, and she was gasping. It was obviously a sex scene, and from what we both saw, it looked pretty graphic.

Right then, at that point I managed to pause it. 

The image on the TV was a frozen scene of the woman, naked, on her knees, you could see her bare chest and obviously the man was - well - having sex with her, from behind. The actress was glossy with sweat, and that somehow added to the sexuality.

I said, "Oh my, I guess I was right, it IS a sexy movie."

Emmy didn't say anything, she just stared at the TV screen. The frozen image was lit with a dramatic moody glow, so it was a little bit obscure and hard to tell exactly what was happening.

Right then, I pushed the OFF button on the DVD player and the screen went blank.

I said, "Wow, that was pretty intense. Maybe we shouldn't watch this?"

And Emmy meekly answered, "I don't know, maybe not."

Then, as if we read each other's minds, we both got up off the couch, walked away from the TV and went into the kitchen.

Emmy said, "Listen, I am going to have a glass of wine. Please don't lecture me."

"Don't worry, you are 18 now, and it seems perfectly fine."

"I just hate the way Mom make's a big deal out of it."

"Mom makes a big deal about EVERYTHING."

Emmy added, "A little wine will help me relax."

"It's okay, maybe I'll have a little bit too."

Mom and Dad were always so strict about EVERYTHING. Having a glass of wine in the evening may seem normal to most folks, but it's something really scandalous in our family.

Emmy poured two glasses and then handed one to me.

"Here's to braking some rules."

"I'll drink to that."

And we touched our glasses and took sips. 

I said, "It's funny how this seems like such a big deal, I mean having a little drink like this."

"Yeah - but it feels good doesn't it."

I laughed, "It sure does."

"And if Mom knew we had a movie of people fucking, she'd totally freak out!"

"Woah, and just think what would happen if Mom heard you say the F-word!"

And we both laughed.

Emmy looked at the wine in her glass, "Oh God -I need this to help me relax."

"I can tell something is wrong, and I don't want to pry."

"Yeah, that's part of the reason I wanted to see you, because I've been so upset."

"C'mon Sis, can you tell me what's been bothering you?

"I will - I want to - just give me a minute..."

"Of course, I want to help."

And we both sat down at the kitchen table and she took a big gulp of the wine.

She said, "Maybe you should pour me a little more."

And I did, and she took another sip.

I didn't want to put any pressure on her, but I could tell something was really bothering her, and I didn't want to make anything feel awkward.

Finally she said, "I saw a doctor, and she did some tests, and I'll never be able to have kids."

I was shocked, I said, "Emmy?"

She went on to tell me everything - about how she saw her gynecologist just last week, and she explained how her period was erratic. She did some tests and she said she was worried about something, and she did more tests. Eventually - it all pointed to one thing, that my beautiful sister was sterile. And she has always loved kids so much, and she would be such a wonderful mother.

I said, "Oh no, that's so sad.

"It is, but it feels so - I don't know, so hard to comprehend."

I asked, "How are you, I mean right now, is there anything that hurts, or do you feel unhealthy?"

"Oh, I guess my only pain is emotional."

"So it's not like you feel bad in anyway."

"No, I feel totally fine. Nothing is wrong at all in the way I feel. Actually, I feel really good."

"Emmy, I'm so sorry. Really, I am."

"It's sad, I know - but it's not going to effect me in any way, so there's nothing wrong, except I'll never be able to have a baby."

"I wish I could say something, to help."

And then, without realizing what was happening, I was crying. Not hard or anything, but tears were rolling down both cheeks.

Emmy got up from her side of the kitchen table, and she came around and hugged me.

I was still sitting, and she was standing, so I pressed my face into her chest, right below her neck, and she let me cry a little. We didn't say a word for a long time.

Even though Emmy is 18 years old, she's still really tiny, like the little girl I remember. And holding her like I was, she just felt so delicate and small in my arms.

I didn't really cry hard, but it felt good to know my sister cared and didn't judge me for being emotional.

Then, after I got it all out, I stood up. I am a lot taller than Emmy, and I gave her a tight strong hug, I squeezed nice and tight. 

"Emmy, thank you, really."

She said, "I should thank YOU for being such a good bother."

"I wish I could help somehow, to make you feel better."

"You already have."

And then she gave me a quick little kiss on my wet cheek, and she stepped out of the kitchen.

She said, "I think I still have a pair of my old pajamas here in the cabin, I'm going to see it they are still upstairs."

And then she was gone.

I sat there at the kitchen table, all lost in my emotions. And then I heard the shower starting upstairs. I smiled when I heard the water running. The hot water heater is so small here at the cabin that it feels like you have to race to get in and out. I knew Emmy wouldn't last long because it just gets so cold so quick.

We used to make jokes that we had to wash our privates first, because that might be all the time we had before the water gets all freezing.

And then, just I as suspected, the water was off. Emmy got just a few minutes, and that's all.

I went into the main room, where the couch and the TV along side the big wood burning stove. The room was getting cold as it got later. I carefully built a fire, and put in a few big logs, and then I closed up the big iron door. It would eventually warm the room up, but for now it was still cold.

I went to the kitchen, and brought the wine and two glasses in and set it on the little table in front of the couch.

I stood there in the room, feeling emotional about my sister and everything she's been through. It was hard for me, I feel so protective and worried sometimes.

Then, Emmy came down the stares, and she didn't seem sad at all. She was smiling! It was the first time I had seen her look happy in a long time.

She announced, "Look! I'm wearing my old pajamas!"

And - I was shocked - she looked SO cute. She had on the same baggy pajamas she always wore as a little girl, She isn't really any taller than she was when she used to wear them, so they still fit almost perfectly. 

I said, "Oh my God Emmy, you look exactly the same. Let me see you."

She stood there for me to look at her. 

She was wearing a normal pair of pajamas, they were powder pink with little cats on them. Except now she was just tall enough that I could see her belly button because the top fit just a little shorter than it used to just a few years ago. 

She had been so skinny as a girl, a little gangly tomboy, but now she has curvy hips, a cute tummy, and small round breasts. She looked all grown up and womanly.

I said, "Wow, you look great."

She said, "I found my old pillow, and my old blanket too!"

With that, she tossed both of them on the couch and climbed on and wrapped herself in the blanket.

She said, "It's cold."

"I fired up the wood stove."

"Was there enough wood?"

"Oh yeah, I packed it full, so don't worry about being cold."

"Oh GOOD, I always used to just LOVE the way this room would get all nice and warm"

"There's a lot of wood in there, it may end up getting too warm."

And then she looked at the table in front of the couch. She quickly sat up and reached out for the wine glass. She took another big gulp.

Then she said, "This may sound funny, but this helps. I really feel less stressed out after just this glass of wine."

I sat down next to her on the couch.

Then she asked, "This movie has that sex scene in it, right."

"I have no idea what it is. If you want - We can watch something else."

She giggled, "Oh please, I'm not 12 years old."

"But with those pajamas, you sure look like you're 12 years old."

"Hey, I thought we were breaking the rules."

I reached for my glass of wine and said, "I'll drink to that!"

"Wine for grown ups, and a movie for grown ups."

We touched our glasses and both drank. The wine flooded me with a comforting warm sensation.

Then Emmy said, "Besides, the only other movie in that box was The Little Mermaid."

I moved toward Emmy on the couch in the spot I always used to sit. And she immediately put the pillow in my lap and she moved in close to me.

She asked, "Is it okay? Can I?"

"Oh God, of course!"

And then she lay her head down on the pillow, just like she used to.

She said, "Mmmmm, this feels so nice."

I suddenly said, "You smell like the apricot soap!"

"I know, it's still up there, I was so happy that it was still here."

There was a big stack of this fruity smelling soap under the sink. And it's lasted years, and for some reason the sweet smell just seemed to bring back a flood of memories.

I said, "I always loved that soap."

"Me too."

"You took a short shower, with that tiny hot water heater..."

"Yeah, I wanted to wash my hair, but I never got that far."

I laughed and said, "We always used to joke, privates first!"

"I did wash my privates first, and that's all I could do! It felt like I barely got the soap on me, and then the water was getting cold."

It was a funny thought, my sister trying to rinse the apricot soap off her cute butt with cold water.

Then my sister settled in and got a little more comfortable.

I sat there for a moment, and Emmy was facing away from me, so I could look at her in her pajamas. It was funny, to look at her body. Her bottom was different from the last time I saw her. As a little girl she was skinny and such a tomboy. But now, her bottom was something totally captivating. It was round and plump and amazingly cute. 

I cautiously asked, "Are you sure you want to see this?"

"I think so, I mean - I've never seen a movie like this before..." 

I asked again, "Are you sure?"

"I think so, I guess I want to finally see something - well - something Mom would forbid..."

It felt nice to hear her being so defiant.

I said, "Good for you."

So I used the clicker and pressed play. But that same scene came up, it had a digital number 18 in the corner that was there for just a second, then it faded off. It was that same scene showing the man and the woman on the couch, in pretty much the same pose we were in. 

Emmy said, "Hey look, it's like a mirror, it's us."

"You're right, it's us - in the same pose."

"Almost. Let me move a little so I'm just like her, and you need to sit up more, to match him."

I moved to match the screen. I added, "How's this?"

"Good, and I'll curl up more, just like her."

And we both adjusted ourselves to EXACTLY match the image on the TV. The man was gently caressing the woman's hair. And I did that to Emmy. I was surprised how nice it felt. My sister didn't seem to mind that I was touching her hair along the edge of her neck, just like on the screen.

She giggled and said, "It's funny, that we are on the couch like this, I mean - just like them."

We watched for a moment more, and I spoke up.

"Emmy, I think this is the beginning of the naughty part of the movie."

"I think so too."

"Maybe we should start it from the beginning. We may not like it, but we can always switch over to The Little Mermaid."

"Okay."

"Let me see if I can figure out how this works."

I took the remote and tried to start the film. It took a while, because it seemed stuck, it just wanted to restart the same scene over and over, number 18, with the man and the woman on the couch.

But after a bunch of tries, I managed to start it at the beginning.

I said, "Finally!"

Emmy said, "It's like the DVD player is haunted."

The movie started off, and it seemed like it was going to be really good. It was beautifully filmed, and the staring woman was really gorgeous. 

At one point I said, "This movie might be good."

"Maybe."

And, then there was a scary sequence. The pretty woman was walking home at night along a dark road, and she thought she might be followed by someone.

Emmy squirmed on the couch and said, "Oh no, I get so scared at stuff like this."

"Don't worry, it's just a movie."

"But you know how stuff like this effects me."

"I know - I remember how you acted when you were a little girl."

"I still act that way. I take movies way TOO seriously they can still totally freak me out."

Right then, I gently put both hands on her, on her shoulder under her old blanket - and I put my other hand on her head. 

I whispered, "It's okay."

And we watched as the scene played out. The woman made it home fine, but it was obvious that someone had been following her. During this creepy scene, I gently caressed Emmy, trying to make her feel safe. She even gave my hand a little pat and whispered a quiet thank you.

Actually, right then, I found it hard to concentrate on the movie, I was getting all entranced by Emmy and her soft hair and the smooth feeling of her body under the blanket.

Then, after a little while, Emmy asked, "Is it getting hot in here?"




Watching a Movie with Emmy



"Yeah, the wood stove is cranking, and the room is finally all nice and warm."

"Oh God, I'm roasting."

And she pushed the blanket off and let it fall to the floor. Now, I had to move my hands so she could get out of the blanket, but I wasn't really sure what I should do. I gently set them back on her, one on her head, and on her shoulder, just like before. 

I asked, "Is this okay that I have my hands like this?"

She patted my hand with hers and reassured me, "Sure, this is nice."

I have to say, she looked amazingly cute in her old pajamas. It was really nice to be able to look at her, at her back and her little bottom, without her knowing. And it was nice just to gently caress her. I felt so comfortable and peaceful.

Her old pajamas were smooth, and she felt wonderful.

After a little there was a sequence in the movie done without any dialog. It was the woman alone at, at night, in her little house. She had been looking at photos of her friend, the same one on the couch from scene 18 (which we hadn't come to yet) and it was obvious she was deeply emotional about the photos.

Emmy whispered, "She's in love with him, isn't she."

"It sure seems like it." 

Well, any way, the woman in the movie starts to fill the bathtub. And she starts to undress. The film makers made this scene really wanted to feature this actress, and her amazing body. It went on for a while, as she got ready for her bath. Lot's of loving photography as she walks around in just her underwear.

Suddenly, Emmy says, "Please, stop the movie, put it on pause."

I grab the clicker, and stop the film.

The frozen frame on the TV shows the beautiful actress standing next to the steaming tub wearing only a bra and panties.

I ask, "What is it?"

Emmy says, "She's beautiful, don't you think so?"

I was surprised by the question, but it was true, the actress was extremely beautiful.

I said, "Well, sure - she's very pretty."

Emmy sounded sad when she said, "She looks so tall and - and exotic."

"What do you mean by exotic?"

"Well, she has such dark eyes, and long dark hair and dark eyebrows and..."

And she stopped mid sentence. It was true, the woman was very haunting in her beauty. And she was exactly the opposite of my sister, who was petite and with short red hair. 

"Emmy, are you comparing yourself to the actress in the movie?"

"NO - Well, maybe - I just worry about how I look sometimes."

"Oh my God - Please - Emmy, you are totally beautiful."

"But not like her."

"Maybe not like HER, but you have amazing blue eyes. You short haircut is super pretty, and EVERYBODY is envious of your amazing red hair. Don't worry about anything, you are totally beautiful."

"She looks tall."

"Don't worry about that. You are obviously not tall like her, but you are just the perfect height. Really."

"But look at her, she has - well - she has big boobs and a curvy body."

"Oh Please!"

"But I'm serious - look at her!"

"Yes, she's very pretty. But you look absolutely beautiful."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, and just so you know, I don't really like big breasts."

"What?

"It's true."

"Michael - Really?"

"I think small breasts are a lot prettier."

"Wow, really? But I thought all boys liked big boobs."

"No, especially not me."

There was a long pause, where neither of us spoke, and she just lay there with her head on the pillow in my lap, as I gently caressed her hair and her shoulder.

I started the movie again. It only played for a moment, and the actress was moving toward the bathtub in her underwear. She pulled off her bra and her panties and put one foot in the tub, for a short moment, the camera was focused on her butt.

Emmy said, "Stop! Press the pause button."

I was a bit taken aback by the intensity of her voice. I hit pause, and the screen was filled with the frozen image of the butt cheeks of the beautiful actress. It was a weird and awkward thing, and I wasn't sure why Emmy made me pause it.

Then she said, "What about my - my butt?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, look at her, she has such a strong firm bottom, it looks small - and I worry mine is just so - well, so big."

"Emmy? Are you serious?"

"Yes, I've gained a lot of weight lately, and I worry that my bottom is getting too..."

I interrupted, "Please Baby, don't worry about that because it's NOT true."

"But look at her."

"Emmy, I'm looking at YOU."

"You are?"

"Yes, I'm looking right at your beautiful bottom, right now." 

My sister lifted her head off the pillow on my lap, and looked up at me, and she saw that I was indeed looking at her bottom.

"Michael?"

"Please - you look absolutely lovely. Don't worry about your cute bottom. You can still fit in your old pajamas from when you were 12. You look beautiful ."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh my God yes, your bottom is perfect!"

And I gave her bottom a friendly little pat. 

"Thanks, that helps."

"Just so you know, I think your bottom is a lot prettier than hers."

And I gently touched her bottom again, and left my hand there. It felt warm and smooth against her pink pajamas. She didn't make any effort to stop me.

She whispered, "Thank you for being so nice to me."

I sat there in silence for a moment, one hand on Emmy's delicate bottom, and the other on the clicker. The TV image was of the lovely ass of the actress.

I hit play, to start the movie again. But instead, it jumped to scene 18 again.

Emmy giggled, "There we are again!"

And it was sort of true. The image was of the man and woman on the couch, in almost EXACTLY the same pose we were in. He was sitting, and she had her head on his lap on a pillow. I set the clicker down, and gently stroked her hair, just like the man on the TV screen.

The actress whispered, "I don't understand what's happening."

Emmy said, "I don't understand either, the DVD player is all messed up. We missed some of the movie."

I asked, "Do you want me to try and find where we were?"

But she didn't answer, she seemed mesmerized by the image on the screen.

As we watched, I continued to stroke Emmy's short hair, and I had my other hand resting gently on her pajamas, right on her bottom. 

The scene continued with the actor kissing the actress on the cheek and on her ear as she lay on his lap on the couch. He was enormously loving and gentle.

I thought about how nice it would be to kiss Emmy, just like in the movie.

We watched in silence as the love scene continued. It was getting really romantic, and at the same time it was tender and lovely.

I said, "If this it too much, we can always just forward it..."

But Emmy didn't respond.

The scene in the movie kept building in its intensity, extremely slowly. 

There was suddenly this amazingly sensual image on the TV screen, it was of the actress - a close-up of her bottom wearing only panties, and the actors hand slipping gently under the fabric and sliding down, slowly, right between her legs.

I was shocked at its intensity.

I cautiously waited for Emmy to tell me to turn it off - but she never did.

Little by little, the beautiful actress had let the man pull her panties down her legs, and then off her altogether. She let him take all her clothes off, she was now on the couch, totally naked.

I was surprised when there was a moment that showed the man and he was totally naked too - and you could totally see his erection. 

But Emmy gasped, "Oh God, it's HUGE!"

I laughed when Emmy said that.

Emmy said, "Don't laugh, I've never seen anything like this."

"I'm sorry..."

Actually - My first reaction was to think to myself, 'His penis is so small.' That's why I laughed, because Emmy thought it was huge. 

I thought to myself how big my penis was compared to the guy in the movie. I'm kind of skinny, so maybe it just seems big. But when it's hard, it's really thick and I guess it's long. I don't know what to compare it to - but it's a whole lot bigger than the guy in the movie. 

It seemed obvious that Emmy had never seen a boy naked, and the image in the movie must have been really shocking for her.

I said, "Emmy, I didn't mean to laugh, should I turn this off?"

"Uhhm, do you think we should?"

"I'm worried it's too - well, just too sexy."

Right then she reached for the clicker and hit pause. The frozen TV image was of the man and woman embracing.

We sat for a moment in silence.

Emmy nervously asked, "Is this, I mean, is this porn?"

I was surprised by her question, but she seemed so serious I felt I should be as thoughtful as I could. 

I said, "Well, no, I don't think it is. It's part of a really warmhearted story, a serious drama, and it's showing two people who are very much in love."

"What would you call this?"

"I guess it would be called erotic, or maybe just sensual."

Emmy asked, "Should I stop watching?"

"I don't know, do you WANT to stop watching?"

She paused, and then quietly answered, "I think - maybe - I wanna see this."

And then she hit play on the clicker. And once again it started from the beginning of scene 18.

Emmy giggled, "There we are - AGAIN!"

The actress whispered, "I don't understand what's happening."

And I gently continued to stroke Emmy's short red hair.

It was so strange to watch this same scene again, partially because it was so amazingly sexual. Plus, it was elegantly photographed, and the actress was remarkably beautiful. But there was something so engrossing about it, and I could tell that Emmy was absolutely entranced by it too.

The scene started with the actor kissing the actress on the cheek and on her ear as she lay on his lap on the couch. He was enormously loving and gentle.

Without really realizing what I was doing, I bent over and kissed Emmy on her ear, just like the movie. I was shocked at my boldness and sort of scared that my sister would protest.

But Emmy giggled and said, "It's like we're in the movie."

I was so contented, one hand on her bottom, the other stroking her soft hair, and I had just kissed her. It was so strange to feel so peaceful at the same time we were both watching a really sexy scene in a movie. But, mostly, I was delighted just watching Emmy, she looked so adorable in her old pajamas as she lay across the couch with her head in my lap.

I started to gently caress my little sister's bottom, in the same way I was stroking her hair. I couldn't help it, she was just too cute.

I was worried she would protest, but instead she whispered, "I don't know why, but I really think I like this movie."

I replied, "It's nice to see - well - something so sensual, done so nicely, it's really beautiful."

"I think so too."

And then I kissed her again, softly on her ear, exactly matching the sequence on the TV.

She kept on watching the movie as I looked down at her. And my hand was on her bottom, and I began to rub it a little more firmly.

Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed the clicker and paused the move. At first it scared me, I thought she was angry because I was touching her butt.

We sat quietly for a little while, and all the while I was cautiously caressing her bottom. 

She broke the silence and said something that totally surprised me, "These old pajamas are silk, and I just read the label for the first time tonight."

I replied, "Really? You've had them since you were - like - 11 years old."

"I know, I never knew they were silk, isn't that funny?"

"I always thought they were so cute on you."

"The thing I always loved was how SMOOTH they felt."

What was she saying? I had one hand on her bottom, on her amazingly cute pajamas, and she was telling me they were silk, and she loved how they feel.

I stammered, "It was so cute to see you in them again."

"It feels so GOOD to wear them again, they always felt so smooth."

And with that, I carefully rubbed her bottom.

She said, "See? Doesn't that feel smooth?"

I answered, "Oh my God Emmy, Yes, it feels wonderful."

With my hand on my sister's bottom, I suddenly realized that I couldn't feel her panties, she wasn't wearing any.

I couldn't help but ask, "Emmy, you don't have any underwear on, do you?"

She calmly replied, "No, I never do, not at night. I never have."

"Really? even when we were little kids?"

"Nope, I've never ever worn these pajamas with my panties still on."

And hearing that, I rubbed her bottom just a little slower. She seemed to simply melt from the gentle caressing sensations.

Emmy took the clicker and hit play.

I turned my gaze from my sisters bottom, and looked up at the TV screen, and it was that same sequence again - it was the close-up of the actress - of her bottom wearing only panties, and the actors hand gently slipping under the fabric and sliding down, slowly, right between her legs.

Emmy saw this, and whispered a quiet, "Oh my God..."

The way the movie scene was lit, it felt like it was dark enough to keep things mysterious and sensual. And we both watched as the actor slowly pulled the pretty woman's panties down her long legs.

We watched the same scene once more, as both characters kissed, licked and slowly undressed.

Again - they were both completely naked, and I couldn't help feeling apprehensive that I was watching this with my little sister. Especially since we both spent so many years in the house with our really strict mother.

Then, there was this amazing sequence that just felt so touching and loving. The actress was on her knees on the couch, and the man was behind her, partially hidden in the shadows.

The beautiful woman on the screen had both hands on the arm rest of the couch and her beautiful bottom arched up towards he lover, and then she cautiously whispered, "I want you to see. Please - let me."

And then the actress reached way over, and turned on the light beside the couch. Now, the dark room was lit, and nothing was hidden in the shadows anymore.

With the light on, the entire mood on the screen shifted from mysterious and subtle, to openly sexual. The camera was showing EVERYTHING, and there was an amazing view of the beautiful woman's ass as she arched her hips for the man.

Emmy nervously squirmed as she watched this, and I worried that it was just too intense for her.

I asked, "Should we turn this off?"

My sister didn't reply, she just moved the clicker a little closer to herself, like she was guarding it.

We both watched as the beautiful actress got on all fours, and the actor was behind her - and for a few seconds, you could totally his hard penis. 

Emmy just stiffened.

Then the camera shifted to a close up of the woman. And it was obvious, though all you saw was the beautiful face of the actress, that she was really FEELING the man's erection as it was entering inside her. The expression of total gratification on her face was amazing.

The scene on the TV kept building, as the close ups of the actress told the story with her expression, and finally it was obvious that he was fully inside her. 

And then the scene showed both of them on the couch - and - Oh God - They were REALLY doing it. I mean, it was obvious they were actually fucking. I should have been worried about Emmy, but it was so elegantly photographed, and the built up was so slowly, and the emotion of love was so overpowering, that it wasn't at all 'dirty' but it was really sensitive and beautiful. 

The actor leaned forward, and kissed her neck, and then he literally licked her ear.

Then, the screen was filled with a lovely close-up of the woman's breasts as they hung down, gently swinging with each humping thrust from her lover. And then the man's hands gently came into frame and lovingly held them. He was feeling her hard nipples.

Emmy gasped, "Oh my God..."

Then the camera followed the man's hands from her breasts, along her side and up to her forehead, and the man lovingly held the woman's long black hair away from her face - it was almost so we could better see her expressions.

The actress was on all fours, and the camera was close to her face. She was naked and her breasts were jiggling a little faster with each thrust from her lover from behind. You could see that she was in absolute ecstasy.

And Emmy was totally engrossed by the images on the screen. It was like she was hypnotized.

Emmy whispered, "Oh Jesus, this is too much for me..."

But she continued to watch, as things built up and steadily got more lustful, and the motions got more primal, the woman on the screen began to moan and her large breasts were swinging faster and faster, until finally - the actress just exploded in a loud and graphic orgasm.

There was a close up of her face as she gasped and shuddered from the sensations. Our little cabin was filled with the dramatic gasping and moaning of the actress as she climaxed.

Suddenly, the frame was frozen, and I realized that Emmy had paused the film. She held the clicker in her shaky hand.

The room was silent, except for Emmy's quickened breathing.

Right then - I realized that I had been rubbing my sister's bottom in the same tempo and rhythm as the sexual pumping that we were watching on the screen. I was immediately shocked at my boldness. I stopped moving my hand, but I kept it in place on Emmy's plump little bottom.

She stammered, "Oh - my - God, this is - WAY too intense for me..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would get so - well - so graphic."

"Oh God - this movie is really freaking me out."

I whispered, "Don't worry, it's just a movie."

"I - I - feel so weird..."

I whispered, "Shhhhhhh, It's okay."

We sat in silence for a while. The frozen image on the TV was a blurry shot of the actresses face. You could see she was on all fours and her breasts were hanging down, and it was obvious she was cumming. My sister was staring at the image.

Finally, Emmy nervously blurted out, "I'm - I'm sorry - but I've - I've - never seen anything like this - ever..."

"I understand - It's okay."

She rolled over on her side and looked up at me, and her big blue eyes were wide with bewilderment. I felt so bad, it was obvious she was really upset.

I still had my hand on her bottom, and I carefully stroked her short hair with my other hand.

She spoke in such a sad tone, "Oh Michael, I don't know what to think..."

"Please, don't feel bad about this..."

She looked so confused, and with my hand on her bottom - I could feel her trembling with emotional urgency. It broke my heart to see her so vulnerable. 

"It's just - I - I worry I'll never have a boyfriend..."

"Oh Emmy - Don't say that..."

She looked up at me and said, "Michael, I need to tell you something."

"I'm listening."

"Well - At school - Last week - When I found out the news, from the doctor, about me not being able to have - to have - kids, I - I just..."

"Go on, it's okay..."

"I just sort of felt so - well - so alone - and was so confused, and I stayed in my dorm room got drunk."

"That's okay."

"I know - but, there is this guy in my dorm, and he's always been sweet to me, but I really don't have any feeling for him."

"what happened?"

"I don't really remember, well - all of it - but I'm - well - I'm not a virgin anymore."

I didn't know what to say. My beautiful little sister was telling me she had sex for the first time.

She went on, "I feel so bad, it should have been nice, and - I drank too much, and the room was totally dark - and - and - I just can't remember anything, except feeling really hung over and embarrassed the next day."

"What about the boy?"

"He could tell that I was all upset, and he acted all nervous the next morning. I haven't seen much of him, and when I do he avoids me."

"Oh Emmy - That's hard for me to hear, you deserve so much more..."

She looked up at me with her huge blue eyes, and she looked so sad I thought she might cry.




Watching a Movie with Emmy



She whispered, "Sometimes everything feels hopeless."

And I interrupted, "Emmy, you're wonderful - don't feel bad."

"But I worry SO much..."

It made me sad to hear my sister so upset, she is so beautiful, and for some reason she just doesn't let herself believe what's true - that she is perfectly lovely.

I told her, "Please believe me, you are completely beautiful - Remember, I'm not just your big brother - I'm a boy too"

"But..."

"Emmy, don't worry. All you need to know is that I'll always love you."

She whispered, "Oh Michael - Thanks for saying that, it helps me."

It broke my heart to know that Emmy could feel so insecure.

Right then she just looked at me with this lost expression.

I said, "Oh God, I'm sorry about watching this movie - I feel bad, I'm sorry."

She didn't say anything. I could tell it was hard for her, she seemed so vulnerable - and I didn't want to act too pushy. But I realized just how upset she seemed watching the movie.

I said, "I'm sorry we decided to watch it."

Emmy paused, and seemed totally embarrassed. She finally whispered, "No, don't feel sorry. I wanted to see it, really. But..."

"It's okay, you can tell me."

"It's just - I feel so funny saying this, but that woman in the movie, when she had - when she was - was cumming like that - it really freaked me out."

"I'm sorry it scared you."

"It's not that, it made me - I feel - Oh Michael, it's too embarrassing to even say."

"Don't worry, I wanna help."

"It's just, I've never - I've never..."

She trailed off, and it sounded like it was something she was really scared about. I just let her sit quietly for a moment as she collected her courage, and all the while I gently caressed her short hair .

"I mean - I've - I've never - well - really had an orgasm..."

I was surprised at her honesty, and the deep intensity of emotion.

All I could do was whisper a quiet, "Don't worry..."

She went on, "The orgasm thing is - I mean - it's scary for me. I'm worried I never will - and then - just now - to see that pretty lady on TV just - just achieve something - so - beautiful like that - I don't know - it really freaked me out."

She was so serious, it made me feel really sad.

I leaned in and gently kissed her on her forehead and whispered, "Oh Emmy, don't worry, it'll happen someday - I know it will."

She smiled faintly and said, "Thank you for being so good to me."

For the next few minutes, she lay there on the couch in silence. I still had my hand on her warm bottom, and the heat from the stove just filled the room with a wonderful warmth, I felt so close to my little sister.

Emmy looked up at me from the pillow in my lap, and she seemed really upset. She was wide eyed and frightened.

I didn't know what to do, and I suddenly realized I was caressing her bottom again. As I rubbed, I watched her expression change and her eyes soften. It was obvious that this tender motion was helpful for her.

Rubbing her bottom was somehow soothing.

I whispered, "Shhhhhh, it's okay - don't worry about anything."

I let my hand glide over her pajamas as gently and smoothly as I could.

And I could actually feel Emmy somehow achieve some sort of calm from my hand caressing her pajama bottoms. She was quiet, and at the same time peaceful. We sat in silence for a few minutes, and I continued to softly touch her lovely bottom.

She still had her head on a pillow in my lap, laying a little bit on her side, looking up at me with her big beautiful eyes.

It was an emotional moment, I was really worried having just watched that video, and it was so intimate and SO sexual. I know Emmy could sense I was concerned for her.

Then she quietly said, "My roommate at school, Rachel, she always asks about you, because we talk so much on the phone."

"You know that I love talking with you."

"And - I always tell her how wonderful and kind you are. She says nobody could ever be as nice as I say you are, but I always say it's true. That you are the kindest most caring person in the world."

"Oh Emmy, please..."

"It's true, I am the luckiest girl in the world to have a brother like you."

And she smiled up at me and then she rolled over to her other side again and looked toward the TV. It was still the frozen image of the actress, on all fours with her breasts hanging down. And her face, wet with sweat, in an expression of utter ecstasy.

Emmy lay there, looking at the TV image.

She grabbed the clicker again, and held it in her hand.

She spoke calmly, "This scene made me all, I don't know, emotional or something."

"It's okay, I understand."

I kept gently rubbing her pajama bottoms, in the hopes that it would help calm her down.

She kept her face away from me as she spoke, "And now, for some reason, right now, I don't feel the same fear. I feel good. I'm not worried anymore."

I didn't know how to answer her. I simply continued to caress her bottom as gently and as lovingly as I could.

Then, Emmy used the clicker and pushed play, to start the movie again. But instead, it jumped right back to the beginning of scene 18 again.

Just like she had before, Emmy giggled, "Look - There we are again!"

And it was so true. It was the same image of the man and woman on the couch, in EXACTLY the same pose we were in. He was sitting, and she had her head on his lap on a pillow. Emmy set the clicker down, and I gently stroked her hair, just like the man on the TV screen.

The actress whispered, "I don't understand what's happening."

Emmy whispered, "I don't understand either"

Even though she had seen this same sequence over and over my sister seemed completely mesmerized and she stared intently.

It felt like a strange calm had filled the room, and the movie had achieved a kind of profound meaning.

As she watched, I used one hand to stroke Emmy's short red hair, and I had my other hand on her tight silk pajamas, and I continued to gently to rub her bottom. 

Once again - The scene started with the actor kissing the actress on the cheek and on her ear as she lay on his lap on the couch. He moved slowly and he was loving and gentle.

Like I had done earlier, I bent over and tenderly kissed Emmy on her ear, just like the movie. Right then, as I did it, I was lost in such a powerful feeling of love.

And just like before, Emmy giggled and said, "It's like we're in the movie."

I was so overwhelmed, one hand boldly rubbing her bottom, the other stroking her soft hair, and I had just kissed her. Emmy looked so adorable in her old pajamas as she lay across the couch with her head on the pillow in my lap.

I started to fearlessly squeeze my little sister's bottom. I couldn't help it, she was just TOO lovely.

I was worried she would protest, but instead she whispered, "I don't understand why, but I really think this movie is important."

I replied, "Yes - It's very beautiful."

And then I kissed her again, softly on her ear, matching the sequence on the TV.

She kept on watching the movie as I looked down at her, and she seemed so perfect and beautiful. I began to rub her plump bottom a little more firmly.

She seemed to simply melt from the sensations.

Then I looked at the TV screen, and it was that same beautiful sequence that we had both seen we had just seen more than once, it was a close-up of the actress - of her bottom wearing only panties, and the actor was slipping his hand under the fabric and sliding down, slowly, right between her legs.

Emmy saw this, and whispered a quiet, "Oh my God..."

Without knowing why, I let myself slip my hand into Emmy's pajamas, matching the movie. It was almost unconscious on my part, and the silky skin of her bottom felt delicious and smooth.

Emmy squeezed the pillow in my lap with both hands and let out a breathy, "Oh fuck..."

It totally took me by surprise, hearing Emmy swear like that, and for a second I thought I should pull my hand away. But I didn't - I couldn't.

Instead, I rubbed and squeezed in a hushed rhythm, with my hand snug under the thin silk fabric.

Emmy made no effort to protest or stop me, she just clutched the pillow tightly in my lap, and began breathing harder and faster.

I took my one hand from my sister's hair, and moved it down to the waistband of her pajama bottoms. I felt drawn to slide them down, even just a little. Slowly, I moved her pajamas down, just a tiny bit with my other hand, until I could just see the top her cute bum crack. The room was dimly lit from the glow of the TV, and it seemed to make everything seem so forbidden

Then Emmy seemed to move, and I was immediately terrified. What was I doing?

Suddenly Emmy squirmed a little bit and I pulled my hand out of her pajamas. 

She cautiously got up onto her knees and then she looked at me with such a confused expression, I was worried she might cry. 

Then she quietly whispered, "Michael, I want the light on. Please - let me."

And then she moved across me, and crawled awkwardly along the long couch, reached way over, and turned on the light on the little end table.

The little lamp lit up the room with a warm orange glow.

And she looked up at me with her big eyes, smiled meekly and said, "There, the light is on now. Okay?"

I didn't know what to say.

And then she did the most amazing thing. She carefully crawled back to me and climbed over me to get on the pillow again. But this now she moved a little bit forward, laying across me as I sat on the couch, and she lay back down on her tummy, but now, she deliberately set her hips right on the pillow, right in my lap.

Now her bottom was centered in front of me, right in my lap, directly on the big pillow.

Her pose was absolutely breathtaking, her cute butt was arched upwards, as it set up high on the pillow in my lap. And her torso was flat the couch, with her head turned watching the movie.

Then I looked up at the TV screen, and the image was so mysterious and sensual. And we both watched as the actor slowly pulled the pretty woman's panties down her long legs.

Emmy saw this, and whispered a quiet, "Oh - God..."

I put both hands on my sisters beautiful bottom. And I carefully began to move her tight silk pajamas down.

I didn't understand what was happening, but I was somehow transfixed by the beauty and emotion as I allowed myself to see the top part of her adorable little bum.

I cautiously whispered, "Emmy, is this okay that I'm doing this."

She replied with a quiet, "Yes."

And I continued to pull her pajamas down, and right then, I realized how beautiful it was that my sister was LETTING me do this.

Before I truly understood what I was doing, Emmy's pajama bottoms were around her ankles, and she was gently squirming and kicking, helping me get them off.

Now, all she was wearing was her pajama top.

At that point, I thought I might explode from the perfect beauty of my little sister's bare bottom. And I was flooded with the fresh clean scent of the apricot soap, the soap we always used as little kids.

The audio from the TV was of passionate kissing, and I couldn't control myself - I leaned forward and let my lips touch Emmy's smooth perfect bottom. I kissed her soft silky bum cheeks.

Emmy quietly gasped.

And then I just allowed myself to gently kiss with my sister's bottom. It was sensual and exhilarating. Then my soft kisses turned to licking.

Emmy let out a happy gasp. She gently arched her back, and pushed her but up a little higher.

And almost immediately, I was aware of Emmy's little bum-hole. I mean, I could see it - and it was - It was tiny and pink and beautiful.

I stopped my wet licking and sat up a little, just to see it better.

Oh God, I don't know how to say this - but it was so cute.

Both my hands were on her soft naked bottom.

I slowly moved my hands, enough that I would gently pull her graceful butt cheeks apart - just to stare. And Emmy must have know I was looking - she MUST have...

Then I heard her grab the clicker and hit pause. The image on the TV froze, and all the sounds of kissing and panting suddenly stopped. It was magically silent.

I just held both chubby cheeks of Emmy's bottom, wide and open, and I stared at her tiny little anus. She didn't say anything or do anything to stop me.

I remained frozen in a sort of electric bliss. It felt like my soul would explode with happiness.

Emmy's little bum hole was unbelievably beautiful. I had no idea I could be so transfixed by something so subtle and dainty. It was lit so exquisitely in the soft orange glow of the lamp at the end of the couch, the little lamp that Emmy turned on, for me.

Oh my God, it was just TOO beautiful, and I couldn't understand the intensity of my feelings.

What I desperately wanted was to TELL Emmy just how beautiful her bottom truly was, and how adorable her little pink bum-hole was. But I was too overwhelmed to say anything. It was just too much...

She whispered, "Michael?"

I didn't answer, I just began to gently massage her bottom, as slowly and lightly as I could.

I let my fingertips trace little lines up along her spine, and then back down in between her thighs.

The room was suddenly really warm, and I was feeling flush and hot.

Emmy had been looking at the TV screen, but then she squirmed a little on the couch, and turned her head to look up at me.

She was in such a funny pose, with her butt up in the air on the pillow on my lap, and her face against the couch turned to watch me. And she just looked so cute with those big blue eyes, wide with uncertainty.

She whispered, "Oh God, this feels SO good..."

I was no longer rubbing like I was before, I was just tracing my fingertip along Emmy's pale pink skin. It almost seemed to tickle her, because she would shiver a little as gently ran my fingertip across her smooth bottom.

I carefully traced a slow circle around Emmy's bottom, and I carefully made the circle smaller and smaller, around her little pink anus.

I looked down to see my sister's face, as I traced the circle closer to her anus. She looked up at me with an expression of such yearning.

Finally - I let my fingertip actually touch her soft delicate little pucker, and she visibly flinched.

She wiggled a little bit, and her legs moved so they were just a little bit wider. And then - Oh God - I could clearly see the edge of her vagina, it looked pink and moist.

I took me a moment to comprehend what I was seeing, and I moved my fingertip over, and I let it glide along that small little bit of clean smooth pink skin between Emmy's anus and the corner of her vagina.

As soon as I touched her the plump lips of her open vagina, she immediately gasped, "OH - OH my God!"

I whispered, "Emmy, beautiful Emmy..."

Very slowly, I let my one hand ease it's way in between her legs, with my palm up, cupping her moist vagina.

She seemed to shiver as I moved my hand tenderly under her.

It felt unbelievably wet and slippery, and I could easily feel the plump little button of her clitoris. The sensation was luscious.

I began to move my hand, in a calm rhythm, slow and firm.

I kept at it, trying to listen and to feel what Emmy was responding to as I stroked. I could feel her passionately reacting, from the way my hand was cupped, it was like I was holding the slippery wetness in against her vagina and her clitoris. It seemed to make the rubbing even more effortless.

I hadn't seen it yet, but I could feel her pubic hair, it felt thin and delicate as everything continued to get wetter.

And then I began to speed up, and pressed her clitoris just a little harder.

Emmy immediately responded, "Oh FUCK! Oh Michael, that feels good!"

And she arched her hips even more, and spread her legs as wide as she could on the couch.

I kept at it, in the same motion. 

Emmy twisted her head and looked up at me as she squirmed on the couch, and she reached one arm toward me and desperately grabbed my sweater near my hip.

My little sister stammered, "I need - your help..."

"What? Tell me..."

She cautiously whispered, "I wanna try - and climax, I think - I need - your help..."

"Emmy, I'll do whatever you ask me. Anything."

"This feels - SO good..."

I felt my fingers nuzzle against Emmy's slippery clit, and it seemed to glide in a way between my fingertips that made her visibly shiver.

Emmy spoke in a heightened urgency, "Oh Michael - Yes..."

And then Emmy, shivered again, but it was dramatic and powerful.

When her spasm subsided, she moved a little and got up on her elbows.

She told me, "Don't stop, this feels SO good."

And in a hesitant and awkward way, Emmy began to unbutton her pajama top. I watched in amazement as she tried to sit up enough to do each button. And after the last button, almost instantly, she pulled it up over her head and it fell to the floor.

I could see, just a glimpse of her tiny breasts, then she lay back down on the couch, just as she was , with her ass on the pillow, and her legs wide, but now she was totally naked, and she seemed to radiate a kind electric beauty. 

My sister is so tiny, and I had never noticed it until right then, seeing her nude body, her hips and shoulders seemed so narrow and so girlish, but her bottom was round and wide and perfectly womanly.

The heat from the wood stove had made the room wonderfully warm, and Emmy was sweaty, and there was a thing damp gloss to her beautiful body.

It was right then that I realized I had an erection. It seems weird that I didn't notice until right that moment, but my hard penis felt constricted and trapped in my pants.

I was uncomfortable, and it almost hurt. I squirmed a little t adjust the way I was seated, and it made the pillow in my lap move up against my sister's crotch.

She responded by arching her hips even higher, pointing her cute bottom up to the ceiling.

My little sister mumbled to herself, "Mmmmmmmm..."

Emmy arched herself and got onto her knees. This pose somehow made the sensations even more powerful, she seemed to start panting, loud and strong.

She gasped, "This - Feels - Good, I wanna stay like this."

And with that, I found the perfect position for my cupped hand. And I could tell Emmy absolutely LOVED the way it felt. I kept at it, watching as my little sister writhed in ecstasy and She seemed to back into my rubbing hand.

"This - Feels - amazing."

Then, my sister kind of wriggled higher onto all fours, then she suddenly sat up, on her knees. 

She said, "Oh God - Oh Michael."

And I stopped rubbing her wet vagina.

Emmy moved a little, as she sat there in front of me on all fours. She moved the big pillow off my lap, and it fell to the floor. 

Then she carefully crawled over me slow and catlike, and went all the way to the end of the long couch, and she turned around and faced me, leaning back against the arm of the couch.

She looked at me with her big beautiful eyes.

The shock of seeing her, naked from the front completely shocked me. 

She was unimaginably lovely, and her breasts were so small and delicate, and her nipples were tiny and hard. And her pubic hair was glistening from the wetness.

My little sister was breathing deep and fast. And she stared at me with an expression of such deep longing that it made my heart ache. 

She stammered, "Oh my - God - Michael - What you were doing - it felt REALLY good!"

I was too amazed to say anything, I just stayed frozen sitting in the middle of the couch, with her just a few feet away. She was letting me look at her. She had both feet on the couch, facing me, and her knees were slightly spread, so I could see her wet open vagina, and her delicate thin red pubic hair.

She whispered, "Michael, I'm scared."

"Of what's happening"

"I don't know. Tonight, that scene in the movie really scared me."




Watching a Movie with Emmy



"Please Baby - Don't worry - I'll do anything you want."

Then, in the quietest whisper, she said, "I'm scared - I've never seen a boy naked - ever."

There was a moment of silence, and we looked at each other. 

She looked at me, and we sat silently for a long time. and then - in one smooth motion I pulled at my sweater and shirt, and I lifted them over my head. 

I waited a second, to see if I was scaring her, but she looked really eager.

Then, I couldn't help myself, I pulled my jeans and underwear off - and my erection sprang up 

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There was such a sudden jolt of electricity in the air, and she stared at me - at my erection - with wide eyes and such a shocked expression.

It took me just a few seconds to push my pants all the way down to the floor, and kick them off - and I was naked.

She sat there - just a few feet away - staring at me, and I could tell she was seeing a boy naked for the very first time. It was so electrifying for me, And - Oh God - I felt SO much devotion right then.

I whispered, "More than anything in the world, I want you to climax."

She cautiously replied, "I'm not sure..."

"Emmy, I know it'll happen - I know you'll cum, tell me..."

"I loved the way everything felt, before, the way you were rubbing."

And then I moved toward her, and I could feel my hard penis jiggle as I got moved, and I was so aware that she was utterly focused on my erection. 

As I faced her on the couch, I reached forward and cupped my hand between her legs, just like I did before.

She almost screamed, "YES!" 

I asked, "Tell me, what you need..."

In that moment, I could see her beautiful eyes, looking at me, at my erection, and her haunted expression had overwhelming effect on me.

Emmy declared, "Oh Michael, this feels SO wonderful..."

She smelled so clean, from her shower, and the delicate apricot soap.

"Michael - it's gunna happen - I can feel it..."

I begged, "Please - Tell me what to do."

"P-Please - rub - rub me a little faster."

And I did, I let my cupped hand moved at an even quicker rhythm. Looking at my sister's beautiful pale chest, and her tiny breasts began to bounce with the rhythm of my rubbing.

I asked, "Does this feel good?"

"Faster!"

And I pumped my hand even faster, and I could feel her respond. We had connected on some amazingly deep level. I could truly experience her excitement.

Emmy stammered, "Michael, Oh FUCK! Yes - YES!"

I rubbed faster. My cupped hand was getting very wet, and we could both hear a moist slapping noise as I stroked.

Then Emmy whispered, "I feel so - so wet."

I replied, "Oh God - Yes, it's beautiful."

I could hear my beautiful little sister's deep breathing turning to moans as everything was building for her. Adding to Emmy's moans of ecstasy - I was feeling my cupped hand getting even wetter, and I felt so free being naked. All these electric sensations were increasing and multiplying.

She began to squirm, and her movements were so sexual and beautiful.

Then she kind of flinched, and she was suddenly pushing my hand away from between her legs.

I froze and waited for her to regain her breathing.

She was looking directly at my hard erection. Here eyes were wide, looking more amazed than scared.

Emmy stammered, "Oh my - Oh Jesus - Oh Michael..."

I let her look at me, and she was focused ONLY on my penis. 

She whispered, "Michael?"

I asked, "What do you need?"

"I don't - I don't know?"

"Emmy, I want you to cum, I think it will happen."

"But, I - I..."

"I'll do anything to make it happen."

Then she looked up at me, into my eyes. 

I told her, "Emmy - Really, I'll do anything."

My beautiful sister smiled softly, she understood I was completely devoted.

Emmy whispered, "It was - I liked it - I mean - I really LOVED it when you - when..."

"Tell me, please - I wanna help."

"I really LOVED how it felt, - before - when I was on my knees."

I got up from the way I was sitting, and fully onto the couch. Emmy was totally focused on my erection, it jiggled as I moved. She was wide eyed with amazement.

Then, I cautiously moved toward her and carefully guided her, as gently as I could, into that same pose, onto her knees, so she was on all fours on the couch. And her wonderful bottom was high and close to me. She was so submissive and eager to let me move her.

Then, she deliberately squirmed just a little bit away from me on the couch, and she cautiously put both hands on the armrest of the couch. She was on all fours, with here cute bottom arched up toward me. It took me a second to understand what was happening, but she was positioned EXACTLY the same way the actress had done in the movie.

We had both seen that part over and over again, and it was the scene that got her so emotional.

Emmy had both hands on the arm rest of the couch and her beautiful bottom arched up towards me, and then - precisely like the scene in the movie - she cautiously put one hand behind her and stammered, "I want - I want - want to help. Please, it's okay, please - PLEASE."

And I watched as Emmy reached back and put her hand toward my erection. She looked at me over her shoulder, and she seemed nervous and awkward, and she just held her hand there, near her bottom, open and waiting. It was obvious she was unsure of what to do next.

I got up tall on my knees and crawled across the couch toward her, and I inched my hard penis closer to her, and gently let it touch her hand.

I let her cradle it in her tiny hand.

She quietly gasped, "Oh God..."

I looked down at myself, and my sister's delicate fingers gently held my erection. And she tenderly embraced it, and pulled it toward her bottom.

I let her guide me, as she cautiously pulled me closer. Then, it happened - Emmy gently pressed the head of my hard penis against the moist lips of her vagina.

I pushed, just a little bit, and Emmy obviously felt it.

She immediately gasped, "Oh - Oh Jesus - Oh Michael."

I heard the overwhelming emotion in her voice and asked, "Should I stop?"

She blurted out, "NO!"

Both of us were surprised by the intense feeling as she responded. She took a deep breath and spoke again.

"Please - No - this is so nice. It's wonderful..."

With that, I pushed up a little more. and the smooth head of my penis seemed to delicately nestle itself into the sopping open folds of my sister's vaginal lips.

We stayed like that, without moving for a long time.

Emmy said, "Michael, I'm scared it's too big - I don't know if I can..."

For some reason - right at that moment, I thought about how Emmy told me that she could never get pregnant, and when she said it, she was all mixed up and she seemed so insecure and scared.

All I wanted was for her to feel joy - like I was feeling.

"Please Emmy - If anything feels wrong - we can just stop - okay..."

"Okay, all right..."

I quietly spoke, "Gentle and slow - Okay?"

She whispered a shaky, "I'll try."

"Emmy - I love you."

"Oh God - Michael, I love you too. I love you SO much."

The kindness in her voice just seemed to make me melt. 

And then I allowed myself to push inward, to allow my hard penis to inch it's way deeper.

Emmy just seemed to melt.

I could feel the big head slowly enter, and it felt different than I imagined, it felt so much more slippery and warm.

Except for our breathing, both of us were silent, we were riveted by the sensations. Everything felt so smooth and beautiful.

Oh God - It was happening so slow. It was magical. I could watch as my penis slid its way in - further and deeper. 

My sister arched her hips and gently began to push back against me, the motion was smooth and beautiful. I held onto her hips with both hands. 

She let out a breathy, "Oh fuck..."

There was something so shaky and intense in her voice, and right then I knew she was going to climax from this, I just KNEW it was going to happen. 

I tried to be as cautious and tender as I could, helping Emmy as we cautiously inched my erection further up into her. The sensations were so deep, smooth and wet - it was completely overpowering.

I was in such a dream state, it might have taken us 10 minutes, maybe longer, I can't be sure, but the staggering feelings within me - between us - were something mind-blowing in a way I had never felt before.

I pushed myself, until I was all the way in, pressing my self - the flat part below my belly button - firm against her plump bottom. 

She whimpered, "Oh God Michael, I didn't believe it would all fit..."

"Does it feel okay?"

"Oh God - Yes, It feels SO good!"

And then I felt something so luscious - it felt like she was gripping my hard penis, like she was squeezing it.

I felt it and audibly whimpered from the intense sensation

She said, "Did you feel that?"

"Yes - it felt - nice."

Emmy sounded surprised and said, "Relay?"

"Yes, It felt SO good!"

And then she did it again, I felt it - she was somehow squeezing my erection with her wet vagina.

Again, I gasped from the force of the feeling, and she giggled a little.

I said, "Emmy, whatever you are doing - it feels SO good."

She whispered, "Lemme really try..."

And then she actually groaned, and her whole body seemed to tense up as she forcefully gripped my erection, deep inside of her.

I sort of shuddered from the overwhelming sensation.

And then I carefully slid my hard penis out, and I looked down to see it was glistening and wet - from Emmy's moist vagina. And then, after a few seconds, I pushed it back in, slow and smooth.

Then, I gently moved my hips back and forth, and it felt like I was pushing even deeper into Emmy's tight vagina.

Right at that instant - It was like some electrical switch was thrown, and my little sister was suddenly on fire with emotion. 

She screamed, "Oh my God - OH FUCK!"

And she pumped herself back into me. And then back and forth. She was suddenly furious with motion.

She began to pant, "Michael - oh God - oh God..."

Her motions were out of control and she pumped herself against me, over and over, against my penis. It made a wet slapping noise.

She whimpered, "Oh God - oh God - oh God...

My emotions were spiraling out of control, I seemed to hunch forward and put my hands on Emmy's shoulders, and I watched - I looked down at my beautiful sister, and watched as she squirmed under me. 

I leaned forward, and kissed her neck, and I licked her ear.

Then, just like in the movie, I reached on hand under her and squeezed her tiny breasts as they hung down - feeling her hard little nipples.

And I put my other hand under her, between her legs and I pressed my fingertips against her plump and wet clitoris. I could FEEL her whole body respond.

Emmy stammered, "Keep doing that - Keep rubbing - Like that - Please!"

I felt everything building, and I tried to thrust upward to match her frantic rhythm.

Then she squealed, "Michael! Oh FUCK!"

I arched over to look down at myself, and Emmy's perfect bottom. I watched as my long erection would glide in and out of her, over and over. It felt velvety and slippery, and Emmy's vagina just seemed to swallow me with each pumping motion.

"Yes - Yes!" whimpered Emmy, as she positively erupted with ecstasy.

Right then my beautiful little sister absolutely exploded, she climaxed - and it just released a flood of sensations - and without understanding what was happening - suddenly there was a hot wet dripping, all over my legs and the couch.

She squealed, "Oh God - Oh FUCK!"

And it just went on and on and on. It was incredible how long it lasted, the waves of shivering passion.

This pose - this beautiful pose - seemed to last forever.

There was just a brief moment when Emmy tried to regain her breath after such an staggering orgasm. I wanted to say something - to thank her - to praise her...

But - before I could speak, she was squirming on the couch, and she was turning around.

She sat up, leaning against the arm of the couch, and then - with frantic abandonment - She was on her back - and I was on my knees above her. She spread her legs wide and she held my slippery wet penis with both hands.

She looked up at me wit such devotion.

And then - with her guidance, my hard penis was positioned between her legs.

Suddenly - it was gliding inside her - and Emmy was holding me - melting into me. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed and held her as tight as I could - And let myself begin thrusting - slow and steady.

"Oh Michael - Yes..." She purred.

With just that faint whisper of her voice, she seemed to give me her blessing, I got faster.

"Michael, I want you to cum too - please..."

"Yes..." I answered.

"Please..." she begged

And then I was moving fast, pumping into her in strong firm stokes. The slippery sensation was bewildering, and I could glide in so DEEP with each thrust of my hips.

Emmy wrapped both her arms around me - squeezing me tight - and we both pumped together, in one beautiful rhythm. And it kept getting faster. 

I gasped, "Oh God, oh God."

We were squeezing each other so tight, and both of us were coated in layer of sweat, from the heat of the stove, and somehow, it allowed us to hug even tighter. It was like we had become one perfect melding of ecstasy. And overwhelming emotion of love just seemed to embrace us. Oh God, it was delicious. 

I was wrapped around Emmy, and she was wrapped around me. There was a gentle slapping noise as I pumped into her, deep and smooth. 

She moved her head, and I could feel her lips next to my ear.

She whispered, "Michael - I love you..."

And hearing that, I just thrust myself - my hips - up hard into her sopping vagina.

She seemed to gasp as he whispered, "Oh Michael - I love you - I love you..."

I replied, "I love you too - I love you too."

I could sense it - I could FEEL it - building in me. I was breathing deeper and stronger.

Then, I cried out, "Emmy!"

And I pushed my hard erection DEEP into her and just held it there. For that second, I don't think Emmy understand why I stopped. 

And then - Oh God - I could FEEL my penis throbbing - it was pumping, and I could FEEL myself cumming, and we both seemed to shiver from the sensations.

I kept myself pushed against her, deep into her, and the throbbing just went on and on, and - Oh God - it was glorious.

Somehow - after a moment - we both seemed to calm down enough to melt into each other. We lay there, my penis still inside her, our arms and legs wrapped around each other in a lover's embrace.

We stayed like that, in silence.

I seemed to melt into a perfect contentment listening to the delicate breathing of my beautiful little sister.



Watching a Movie with my Mother-In-Law



I'm 24 years old & work early hours.

Last weekend I got married. My wife is beautiful. She's everything I could ever want in a woman. She's beautiful, funny, likes just about everything I like (so there's never any arguments). Out sex life is very healthy as well. The only tiny problem I have with being married to her is that I constantly fantasies about having sex with her mom. 

She wears low cut shirts and button down pajamas showing off her cleavage all the time. She's also very open to sex jokes, insinuating that she is a sexual person.

Well getting married means you share a few things. Our money, movies, and more importantly, a home. Since neither of us can afford a home right now her parents said we can stay with them. Which is great. However now I see her mom a lot more often. She works overnights at a hospital. So her sleeping hours are really weird. 

After a week of marriage my fantasies haven't calmed down at all. My MIL will wake up when I one home from work in the afternoon and go to the bathroom. She's often wearing a tshirt and just her panties (thongs). 

When I get out of the shower I'll purposely forget my towel so I have to run to the bathroom naked in hopes that she'll see me. I'll also get dressed with the door cracked hoping she walks passed the bedroom and see me.

This is what happened one morning:

My MIL was awake in the living room watching TV alone. Like I said, she works overnight. So she's often up early and sleeps during the day. 

I woke up around 3AM to get ready for work. I wake up earlier than I should so I can make breakfast, read my iPad, and watch some TV.

So when I walked down to low lite living room to watch TV I saw my mother in her spot. I told her "Good morning, can't sleep?" as I sat down next to her.

"No, just watching a movie" she said. 

She had a low cut pajama shirt on and a blanket over her lap.

We watched a few minutes of the movie which was a romantic movie. 

It got to a love scene and it was a little awkward because it started to turn me on a little. But apparently I wasn't the only one. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the blanket on her lap move slightly. 

I turned to look at her lap and she stopped.

"What?" She said. 

"Nothing."

We continued watching the scene and she threw her blanket off of herself. 

"It's warm down here." She said. 

"Yeah, I'm always warm." I responded. 

After a moment I looked back at her lap and noticed she didn't have any bottoms on besides her panties. 

She looked at me. 

"Umm, what do you think you're doing?" She asked. 

I got tongue tied. 

"I'm sorry... here."

I stood up and dropped my basketball shorts revealing my underwear. 

"Now we're even."

I sat back down and she just giggled.

Taking my shorts off was a bad idea though. Because there was multiple sex scenes in this particular movie we were watching.

As the scene progressed and got hotter, my penis started to grow... and she noticed. 

"Do you need this blanket." She asked. 

"No, I'm fine. It'll go away." I said. 

But it didn't. The fact that I knew she was looking only turned me on more. I tried thinking of other things and it stayed fully hard.

I stood up trying to hide my erection.

"I guess I'll go take care of this and get ready for work." I said. 

As I walked away she stopped me.

"Wait...!"

I turned back around. 

"Yes?" I asked. 

"Well, I'm having an... excitement issue as well.

I sat back down next to her. 

"What should we do?" I asked her. 

As she thought for a moment, I grabbed my dick through my boxers and strokes it a little. 

"Well maybe we can just watch each other, you know, take care of ourselves. That wouldn't be cheating or anything." She said. 

"Yeah, I suppose not.

I took my dick out of my underwear and started to stroke it. I honestly don't think I had ever been more turned on in my entire life until that moment. I looked over at her and she wasn't touching herself.

"You know, it's not gonna diddle itself" I told her.

"I know, I just can't focus."

"Just close your eyes and pretend you're alone." I said. 

So she closed her eyes and reached down into her panties and began playing with her clit.

As a few minutes went by she started to squirm and move all over the couch.

I was so turned on that I just couldn't help myself.

I reached over to her and felt her nice 38D tits. 

She started to moan and I had to remind her to keep it down. 

I put my hand over her mouth and she continued to moan lighter. Then she took my finger and placed it in her mouth. Her tongue was so soft.

Since she had taken my hand I decided to take hers. I took her free hand from her side and placed it on top of my hand that I was masturbating with. Technically she wasn't touching or jerking me off. 

Then she took my finger that she was sucking on and placed it on her clit.

I couldn't believe I was actually touching my mothers pussy.

I just kept my finger there and didn't move at all. I froze up.

So she took my hand and began using my finger as her little toy. 

After she did that I removed my hand from my dick and let her take over.

After a few moments I took my finger out of her pussy and put it in my mouth.

"Holy shit, your pussy tastes so good."

She immediately sprung up from the couch and got down on her knees in front of me.

"I bet you taste better though." She said. 

She shoved my whole dick into her mouth. My wife can't even put all of me in her mouth.

My MIL was fantastic. She didn't want to make love. She wanted a good fucking done to her. 

After a little while I felt like I was going to finish.

"You have to stop, I'm gonna cum." I told her. 

"Just do it, we've gone far enough." She said.

And just when I felt like I was going to blow my load I stood up and grabbed her arms.

"Put your knees on the couch and bend over" I said, as I forced her to do those things.

I wasn't even thinking. 

I shoved my dick right into her pussy and she gasped so loud I thought she was going to wake up my wife and father. 

I pulled up, putting her back against my chest and covering her mouth. 

We stopped for a moment to listen for floor creeks from anyone waking up. 

"You need to keep quiet or I'm going to stop." I told her. 

"Please don't, you feel so good inside me. Keep fucking me." She whispered in my ear.

I bent her forward and fucked her so hard.

I could feel the bottom of her pussy. An area I believe hasn't been touched before since she was squirming so much. She pushed her ass so hard against my cock I thought I was going to cum. 

"I'm gonna cum mom." I told her. 

"No, not yet, just a few more minutes." She said. 

"Ok" I told her. 

"But we have to hurry up, you husband is about to wake."

She took me out of her and pushed me into the floor.

"I want to ride you, I've never been ducked this deep before."

She placed her feet on both sides of me and squatted her pussy onto me. 

"You're pussy is so tight." I told her. 

She looked at me and bit her bottom lip. 

"I'm gonna cum on this dick, will you cum with me?" She asked. 

"Inside you?!" I asked. 

She moaned. 

"Yes, I can't get pregnant, don't worry. I just want that warm cum inside me."

Right then we heard her husbands alarm going off. 

She looked at me.

"Are you ready?" She asked. 

I nodded at her and felt the biggest warmth come over me.

I had just filled my mothers pussy with my cum.

We heard a bedroom door open upstairs and she grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom. 

I put my clothes on and walked upstairs as calm as I could. 

I saw my father as I walked into my bedroom. 

"Good morning." He said. 

"Yes it is." I responded.



Watching a Show...



We had met at work and had hit it off pretty much right away, we had similar tastes and could talk about anything. It started with finding out that there were several iconic TV shows and movies that she had never seen. I made the suggestion that she should come over and I'd introduce her to a couple and see if they were something she would be interested in. She graciously accepted my offer, and that's how we found ourselves snuggled up on my bed watching TV. Oh, I forgot to mention, she's married. Not that I minded, and while I had grown affectionate towards her, I was trying to be good. That didn't work out too well, but again, I don't mind one bit. 

Laying there with her and admiring her beauty I couldn't help but lean in for a kiss. As my lips gently caressed hers I could feel her mouth opening and her tongue reaching out to return the kiss. We fell into each other passionately, our tongues intertwining and exploring. It was one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced, and this only fueled my desire for her. I began running my hands along her tummy down to the hem of her shirt. I slowly snaked my and up and cupped one of her breasts in my hand, gently kneading it through her bra as we kissed. We moved closer and she rolled on her side to face me and my hand slipped to her back and deftly removed her bra with one hand. 

"Very impressive" she said between kisses. 

"I've had some practice." I winked back. 

"Well lets see what else you're good at then." She said as she leaned in to kiss me. 

I moved my hand back to her breasts, now somewhat freed of their confines, and began kneading them again, though this time I had full access and was able to start pinching her nipples. She moaned deeply as I first pinched and twisted gently on a nipple and she kissed me even more passionately. I began working her shirt up and she helped to remove it and her bra. I sat back and admired her, god she was gorgeous. 

We went back to kissing as I continued to play with her magnificent breasts, eventually I moved my hand down her tummy again, this time aiming further south. Initially I just played my hand around the top of her pants, sliding my hand just under them before pulling back, I was going for the tease and the buildup and it was having the desired effect. I eventually slid my hand further down, though I kept it outside her pants, as I did her legs spread to welcome me and encourage my touch. I pressed in between her legs and massaged gently, she broke our kiss and threw her head back in pleasure. I took the opportunity to kiss her neck and nibble her ear, driving her mad. I moved my hand up and slid it down her pants and panties, I could feel the heat of her core just begging me to go lower. As I slid my middle finger between her lips and began massaging her and sliding a finger inside her. I began putting pressure on the top of her mound as I moved my finger between her lips and, occasionally, bring it up to her clit to give it a little rub. The effect of this playful teasing was as I expected, she was getting more and more worked up, to the point of placing a hand on mine and pressing it into her in an attempt to get more. I slowly started to move her pants down bit by bit as I continued my teasing, eventually getting them down just past her hips, making it much easier to slide a finger inside her. 

"Oh god... My pants need to stay on, okay?" she whispered as I slid a finger in and out of her. 

"Yeah, that's probably and good idea." I said as I changed position and started to slide her pants down. 

She didn't resist me removing them, even lifting her hips to help me get them off. After I got them off I removed my shirt and sat back to admire the goddess in my bed before I leaned in and began kissing her again. she began running her hands across my chest and back, gently scraping her nails as we kissed. I broke the kiss and began gently kissing down her body, pausing at her breasts to suck her nipples into my mouth and gently biting them. As I did this she let out a satisfied moan of pleasure and started running her fingers through my hair. I took my time on each nipple, making sure each got the same level of attention and focus, this only increasing her desire and moans. I reluctantly pulled away from her breasts and began kissing my way down her body, to my prize. 

As I made my way lower her body started to respond more to my descent, her hips rocking up to meet me as I began kissing the top of her mound. I kissed along the side of her swollen lips and began kissing the inside of her legs to build the anticipation and desire. I slowly made my way to her center, kissing her lips and flicking my tongue out to taste her sweet nectar, and oh my did she taste divine. As I used my tongue more and more she began to moan and thrash in pleasure, running her fingers through my hair as I licked away. I took my time, being sure to build the pleasure up, holding off on attacking her clit, just giving it a few flicks of my tongue. Eventually her need grew too strong and she began pressing my head into her and wrapping her legs around my head to get me to focus on her button. As she did so she exposed herself to allow me to slide a finger insider her, as I did she arched her back and let out a primal moan of pure lust an desire. I gently found the spot I was looking for inside her, and knew instantly when I did, as she clamped her legs down and began to gyrate her hips into my face. I sucked her clit into my mouth and began sucking on it while flicking it with my tongue, all the while massaging her spot. She came harder than any woman I've been with, it was amazing to watch as she buried her face into a pillow and let out a scream of pure lust and pleasure. 

Her release was powerful indeed, and she locked my head in place with her legs so that I couldn't pull away, not that I would have anyway. I paused my assault on her as she came down from the high the engulfed her and gave her a moment of respite, but only a moment. I started again on her, lapping up the juices she had poured out, I was being careful to avoid her clit for the time being, just trying to keep her pleasure up, and keep it up I did. Soon after resuming my activities she began to build again, getting closer and closer to her peak, that's when I returned to her clit and paid it special attention. Again I slid a finger inside her and massaged her spot, and again brought her to a wonderful climax, though not as powerful as the previous one, it still left her breathless. I stayed down on her for a little while, continuing my assault on her until I had gotten her off a couple more times, each time powerful and beautiful. 

After her fourth release I began moving back up her body, reversing my actions from before, kissing lightly along her skin and making my way to her breasts. I paused briefly at each breast and made sure to give them some attention as I moved my hips up against hers. I could feel the heat and moisture of her pussy reaching out to my cock, begging for its attention. I moved up from her breasts and kissed her deeply, she returned the kiss passionately and started rocking her ups into mine, begging for me to enter her. I reached down and played the tip of my cock between her lips and across her clit, she moaned and pushed her hips into me, causing the head to enter her hole. I knew that's what she wanted, as did I, and pressed into her warmth. Her pussy opened and accepted me into her as I slid all the way to the hilt. She moaned and arched her back as I entered her, and began caressing the back of my head and running her nails along my back. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. 

I began sliding in and out of her with long deep strokes that filled her entirely every time I pushed in. Very soon she was nearing another orgasm as I continued in and out. I picked up my pace, I was so turned on that I needed release too. Eventually I was pounding away at her pussy, slamming my cock into her hard and fast, my balls slapping her ass with each thrust. She began to moan and clamped on to my arm with her hand, digging her nails into me and she neared her release. I continued, getting closer and closer myself, as she stated to cum she rolled her head and bit down on my other arm as she unleashed a cry of ecstasy . This along with the feeling of her pussy clamping down on my cock pushed me over the edge. I thrust into her as deep as I could and unleashed my cum into her pussy, I have never cum so hard in my life. I came so much that my cum started to spill out of her and soak the sheets. 

We both just held each other for a few moments, coming down from the high of pleasure we were on. I kissed her gently and passionately as I slid my softening cock out of her cum filled pussy. 

"That was amazing, thank you." I managed to say as I moved off her and lay down next to her. 

"Oh god no, thank you. I need that, and it was unbelievable." she responded sweetly. 

We lay together talking and recovering for a little while before she had to go. 

"Thanks for stopping by, we should get together and watch another show sometime." I said as I walked her to her car. 

"Oh yes, that one was excellent, going to have to watch another soon." She replied with a wink. 

She drove off and back home, will I see her again? Well she just messaged me: 

"Show tomorrow, your place ;) see you then!"

-End