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Housesitting Ch. 01

By: 1000dreams



"Ding! Dong!" Molly was standing by the door with her small bag strapped to her shoulder. A close family friend of her mother's had contacted her to watch the house of an acquaintance of theirs that same morning. She was available and needed the extra cash. It was mid-August and most of her friends where away on vacation so the timing was perfect. A quiet weekend resting and sunbathing by the poolside of some Mac Mansion sounded like easy money. She was enjoying the last days of her summer break and would be returning to the world of Academia in a few days. After a summer working almost 7 days a week at the local mall she was content to start enjoying her time off.

"Ding! Dong!" She stood at the front stoop of the palatial residence waiting patiently. The doors finally opened on a very elegant 30 something male. He was wearing a sharp business suit and led her into the sumptuous entryway. The deco was tastefully done in a minimalist, modern, Zen type of way. The floors were a combination of wood and stone. The walls were white and mostly bare with small calligraphies of Asian characters. The scripts looked Japanese to her, but she could not tell for sure. He then gave her a quick tour of the main house all the while thanking her for coming on such short notice. He felt obliged to explain that he had to go away on a business trip and that his staff would be off too. Despite his state-of-the-art security system, he never left the house unattended and his regular house sitter had abruptly become unavailable for personal reasons.

Once he had showed her the house and the room where she would be staying, they stepped out on the grounds of the property. There it was and it was even more beautiful and grandiose than what she could have ever imagined. An intricate system of 5 cascading pools sat at the center of a Japanese Garden designed to echo the style of the main house. Quiet, tranquility and absolute privacy were all taken into account for this plush sanctuary that combined traditional and modern elements of the Far East. A pool house almost as big as her childhood house stood next to the main pool and served as a gym and guesthouse. He explained that she was free to use all the equipment inside except for one. But she was so distracted and astonished by the beauty of her surroundings that she did not really hear what he was talking about.

He was gone before she knew it. His personality had fit the style of his attire. Driven and ambitious his demeanor was very concise and his speech pattern very efficient. He had been grateful and polite yet he had not used any unnecessary words. Using only what was required to communicate what was necessary. He seemed in a rush and his car picked him up a mere 10 minutes after her arrival.

Molly stood there bewildered and disoriented as if she had just walked through a very windy storm. She thought to herself that his personality certainly was not reflected into this quiet and peaceful architecture. Now that he was gone, she let the ambiance of the Garden work its magic.

She felt the gentle breeze on her skin as she sat by the pool sipping on a glass of cool lemonade. The sun was almost at its apex and the mercury had risen over the course of the morning. It was high time for a swim and she slowly walked back to her room to put on her very conservative one-piece bathing suit. It was awkward for her to be walking in these foreign surroundings in her swimming attire. She felt out of place. A tingle ran down her spine as she stepped barefoot in the living room on her way back to the pool. These emotions made her hyper sensitive. The wooden floor and the stone floor coverings were soft under her feet. What a sensual experience it was to be discovering this foreign place almost naked. The cool air of the AC had made her nipples pop out and she noticed that they were clearly showing through the material. Though she was alone she felt a tinge of embarrassment. She was walking through this strange man's house and she felt exposed though she knew she was alone. What a thrill! She wanted more of it and she had the whole weekend to get it. 

In the middle of the stranger's strange house she grabbed her bathing suit and undressed. She then went seeking the stereo and once the music was on she started dancing and swaying her body to the music. Freedom. She had never been naked outside of a bathroom or of her bedroom and this was pure folly. She loved it. She was excited and her heart was pounding as pressure was building up in her chest. She sensed everything and felt everything and when her hand brushed her hips it sent shivers that rippled all over her body. She then moved her hands up and down and all over enjoying the tingles and the caresses that they produced. When she touched her sex she nearly drop to her knees. She was wet, hot, bothered. The liquid heat was almost agonizing yet it was so good. She was so excited that it became heard to breath. She did not want the experience to stop though. She started rubbing herself against the furniture wanting to experience the materials and fabrics with every inch of her skin. "Hhhh! Hhhh! Hhhh!" She was panting and writhing. The walls were soft against her erect nipples. The cool leather of the couch almost made her come right when she sat upon it. The feeling of doing something that was forbidden brought her to the limits of self-control. She lived for the sensations that were coursing through her and nothing else mattered. She would wrap a leg around a doorframe and stretch herself enjoying the cool air that would rush into her gaping labia. She would straddle a tall bar stool and feel the burning liquids of her desire drip onto the wooden seat leaving a small wet spot after she was done.

Somehow, she made it into the master bedroom. When she saw the inviting bed, visions of the handsome stranger came to mind. A pang of humiliation as to her wanton actions shot through her mind somehow exciting her even more. She slid onto his bed on her stomach getting in at the feet and snaking and dragging her torso against the soft cotton of his bedding. The friction on her skin as she dragged herself up the length of the bed and the smell of the man brought her closer to the edge of ecstasy. Once she was in the middle of the bed, she turned on her back. She parted her legs and lifted her knees to her head opening herself to the cold air. She brought down both of her hands and started masturbating furiously. She gathered the tips of the fingers of one of her hand together in the shape of a pointy spear and applied pressure to her slick and steamy lips trying to jam them as far as they would go. Her other hand was a blur moving feverishly on her engorged clit. Within minutes she exploded in a powerful orgasm. She was spent and collapsed.

When she recovered from her orgasm, her eyes popped open. She was still nude and in the bed of a stranger and the thrill of her mischievous behavior would not diminish. She had not been able to relieve her pent-up sexual frustration for weeks. For some reason she never felt comfortable enough to get herself off when she knew that her parents where in the same house. She had not seen her boyfriend sine the beginning of the summer break and, honestly, his radio silence over the past three weeks had led her to believe that their last phone call might have been their last fight. 

She got up and headed to the man's bathroom. She took an ice-cold invigorating shower and wrapped herself in a big thick white towel. She arranged the bedding quickly and once she was satisfied that the room was ship shape she walked out to the pool with another glass of lemonade. She glanced around and when she was reassured that the property was secluded and that no one would be able to see her she dropped her towel to the ground letting the warm breeze drape itself around her. This weekend would definitely be one to remember.

Housesitting Ch. 02



Henry studied his stepsister, taking in the hard nipples on her C-cup breasts, her flat stomach, and her shaved crotch. Their parents had been married for ten years, and he'd never noticed how hot Kirstin was until a few hours earlier.

Kirstin winked at him. "What are you looking at?"

"One of the hottest bodies I've ever fucked," Henry replied.

Giggling, Kirstin struck a pose, one hand behind her head, the other on a thrust-out hip. "You really think this body's hot?"

"Hell yeah." Henry went over to her and covered her tits with his hands. "Very, very hot. Especially after that fuck. Oh, my god, I thought you were going to fuck me to death!"

"You started it." Kirstin reached down and fondled his half-hard cock, bringing it rapidly to full hardness. "You're the one who fucked me with my dildo."

"You're the one who was fucking yourself on the couch when I came in," Henry countered. "Beautiful woman fucking herself with a piece of rubber, what was I supposed to do? I couldn't let you suffer."

"Sure you couldn't. You just didn't know what else to do with this hard-on."

Kirstin knelt and took Henry's dick in her mouth, engulfing the head and sucking hard. Henry shuddered; his little stepsister was damn good at sucking! "That's good, baby," he said. "Keep sucking my cock. I'm going to cum right down your throat."

Kirstin released his cock and looked up with a grin. "No, you're not. You're going to cum all over my tits."

Fuck! Just the words were enough to almost make Henry do just that. Never mind the image that leaped into his mind. Kirstin winked again and licked his shaft, then resumed sucking as much of his thickness as she could fit in her mouth. 

Henry looked down at her, loving the sight of Kirstin's blonde head bobbing on his cock, and sent up a silent thanks to their parents for asking him to house sit while they were away. He'd resented the chore until the moment he saw Kirstin on the couch with the dildo in her cunt. Now he hoped their parents would decide to prolong their trip.

As she sucked, Kirstin gripped the base of his shaft in one hand and fondled his balls with the other. "Fuck, yes!" Henry exclaimed. "Damn, Kirstin, I'm going to cum!"

Kirstin stopped sucking and aimed his cock at her tits. She jerked him hard and fast until he shot his load across her chest. Then she scooped some of his cum up with a finger and stuck it in her mouth. "Yummy!"

"You're one hot little slut, you know that?" Henry helped her to her feet. "Want something to wipe that off with?"

"Why would I want to wipe it off? Don't I look hot with my big brother's cum on my boobs?"

"You're the hottest thing I've ever seen, but you have to get dressed sooner or later. You don't want my cum all over your clothes, do you?"

"Why not? And why do I have to get dressed, anyway?" Kirstin sat down on the couch. "I don't usually wear clothes when I'm alone. Or when I'm with a sexy guy. Don't you like looking at me?"

"Yeah, but..." Henry couldn't figure out how to finish his sentence. Unless Kirstin had somewhere to go, she was right, there was no reason for her to get dressed. She was definitely giving him new insight into her life; he understood now why she was often out all night, as his father had told him she was. "How often are you naked with a sexy guy?"

"Does it turn you on to hear me talk about fucking other guys?" Kirstin laughed at the shock on Henry's face. "Yes, big brother, I fuck other guys. Don't you fuck other women?" 

"Yeah, but I'm five years older than you."

"You going to tell me you were a virgin when you were eighteen?" 

"No, but I didn't fuck just anyone, either."

"Neither do I. I'm picky. They have to be gentlemen, and they have to be hot. I get laid four or five times a week, to answer your question. Sometimes more. Does that bother you? Because before you even think about judging me, let me remind you that you just fucked your stepsister a little while ago, and I tried to talk you out of it."

"You didn't try very hard. And I'm not judging. I'm just surprised. You were always so quiet when you were younger. I didn't think you'd ever have a boyfriend, and you're telling me you fuck a different guy a few times a week?"

"Not always different guys. I have a few fuck buddies. Sometimes I want to do someone I haven't done before, though." Kirstin spread her legs, giving Henry a perfect view of her shaved pussy. "Like my sexy big brother that I've lusted after since forever."

"You have, huh?" Henry stroked his cock, bringing it back to hardness. "So you liked fucking me? Even though according to you, you tried to talk me out of it?"

"I liked it." Kirstin licked her lips. "What woman wouldn't like fucking a monster cock like that? Bring it here, big brother. Fuck me again."

"Didn't you get enough the first time?" Henry teased her, rubbing his dick, his eyes glued to hers.

"Fuck, no. There's no such thing as enough. Bring it here."

"Beg for it."

"I don't beg any man. I'm worth better than that." Kirstin closed her legs. "If you don't want to fuck me, fine. Your loss. That dildo's still around here somewhere."

Henry didn't want to lose this chance. He hadn't had enough either. "Maybe it turns me on to hear a woman beg," he said. "Maybe it makes me fuck her harder."

"Oh, really? Then please prove it. Please."

Ignoring her sarcasm, Henry went to her and pulled her legs apart. He knelt between them and asked, "Should I eat you, or just fuck you?"

"Just fuck me. You'll have plenty of time to eat me later. I'm planning on keeping you here all weekend."

"As you wish." 

Henry positioned his cock at her opening and pushed hard, burying himself to the hilt. Kirstin screamed. "Fuck, oh my god, that's so fucking good! Hard, Henry, fuck me hard!"

Henry obliged, pounding his cock into her cunt until she screamed again. "I'm cumming! Oh, fuck!"

Her pussy contracted along his cock. Since he'd just cum moments earlier, Henry could have kept fucking her, but decided not to. Let her wait a little longer; he could certainly wait. He pulled out and sat beside her. "What the fuck are you doing?" she demanded.

"I came, you came, I'm taking a break. Go wash your tits and get some clothes on so I can take you out to dinner."

"Dinner? Where?"

"Wherever you want."

"Do I get dessert, too?"

Henry grinned. "Yep. Right back here. So hurry up, and wear something sexy."

Smiling, Kirstin planted a kiss on the head of his cock and hurried to the bathroom to shower.



Housesitting Ch. 02



I slowly start to wake up from my nap, and as usual I'm a little groggy. It takes minute or two to realize where I am, and that I have a sleeping girlfriend next to me. Heather is still sleeping soundly as I think back on the great sex we had. Thinking about filling Heather's pussy with my cum and then eating it out again is starting to make me hard again. 

With Heather still asleep I ponder what we should do when she wakes up. I'm debating between another long round fucking that wet pussy of hers or going for the backdoor. We had tried anal a few times, but it wasn't part of our regular rotation even though we both enjoyed it. To be honest, I loved giving it to her in the ass, but she had trouble with the ick factor of it. Heather was always afraid that there would be a mess involved. You would never know she was a little squeamish about anal play judging on how her ass opens up to being penetrated.

Heather's stirring brings me back to reality. Without saying a word she slides up my body and gives me a soft kiss. 

"Morning sunshine, feeling refreshed?" I asked Heather. She simply nodded, I'm pretty sure she is still half asleep. "Do you think you want to go for another round?"

Heather smiled, moaned, and then moved her hand down to my hardening dick. "So do you have anything else planned for today?"

"Don't I always have something else in mind?" With a sly smile on my face I move on top of her and plant a kiss on her lips. 

"I think I have given your pussy enough attention for a while, so I was thinking we could play with your butt instead," I said to Heather while I looked her in the eyes. What I saw was instant apprehension. I was afraid of this type of reaction. We both enjoy anal sex, but she just freaks out about the fact that it might be dirty, even though it never has. 

Kissing her on the next I try to reassure Heather, "Don't worry hun, we will go slow. And if its dirty at all we wont do it at all, ok?"

"You promise?" She says it with those puppy dog eyes that will make any man melt.

"I promise." That said, I reach my hand down and start to rub her clit. Instantly I feel a surge of wetness coming from her pussy. That's one of my favorite feelings. I move down the couch so that my face is in front of her juicy pussy. Heather doesn't wait for me to move in to lick; she grabs my hair and pushes my mouth onto her pussy. I like it when she gets aggressive like this. 

I start to dig in to her pussy with my tongue, while my hands spread her ass cheeks apart. My index finger starts to trace a path down the crack of her ass, gently touching the smooth skin. 

I feel quite a bit of moisture has made its way down to her puckered rosebud. When I brush my finger across it I feel it tighten up a bit. I move my finger from her ass back to her pussy. I dip my finger into her slit and move it back to her ass much wetter. With a slight bit of pressure I am able to push the tip of my middle finger through the outer ring of her ass. 

I nibble on her now hardening clit, eliciting a slight moan from her lips. Around my finger I feel her ass starting to loosen up. I push my finger in a little deeper before I reach the limit of the moisture on my finger. I don't push it any further because I don't want to hurt her, real life isn't a porno. Spit alone isn't enough to have anal without pain.

I slowly remove my finger from her tightest hole. I think about reaching for the KY right away but I choose to do a little more eating instead. This time I lower my mouth down and start to lick around the outside of her tight little asshole. I distinctly taste Heather's pussy from all the juices that have made their way down the crack of her ass. Thankfully Heather keeps herself clean, and the only smell I notice is that of the sex we had earlier. 

After I think that I have teased her sufficiently I move my tongue closer to the opening of her ass in ever shrinking concentric circles. I spiral downward until the tip of my tongue reaches the entrance to Heather's backdoor. A little light pressure from my tongue relaxes her ass a little as I continue to explore. I press it forward a bit into the tight opening before retreating to the outer rim to tease some more. 

After a few minutes of this Heather has wised to my games. She grabs me by the hair and pushes my mouth down tightly against her ass. Now I have no choice but to focus my tongue on working its way into that tight little ring. My tongue now acts more like a small finger as I try to press it inside. Slowly it works its way in, eliciting a long, low moan from Heather. I push my tongue in about as far as it can go before slowly pulling it back out. I repeat this process a few times feeling her ass welcome my tongue. 

When I feel her grip on the back of my head loosen I know she is ready for more. I reach for the tube of KY that I brought with. When she hears the cap open Heather cringes "It's going to be cold isn't it?"

"I'll warm it up a little bit before I put it on your ass." I rub the lube between my fingers for a minute to try to warm it up. Somehow I don't think it had much of an effect because when I put my finger against her ass she clenched a little tighter from the temperature difference. 

I repeat my approach to her ass, slowly sliding my middle finger into it. With the lube on it I was able to slip it in to the second knuckle with ease. Heather lets out a long, low moan as my finger makes its way into her tight passage. 

"I want you to put it all the way in." I take that as an order and apply a little more pressure against her ass. This time her ring was a little more reluctant to let my finger in, but it slowly loosens up. Slowly I work my entire finger into her ass. My ring and index fingers spread apart her pussy lips to allow me to dig in deeper. 

With her lips being spread apart I have a little easier access to her clit. With it sitting out in the open it's easy for me to get my tongue to it to tease it a bit. I flick to tip of her clit with just the very tip of my tongue. While I am eating her out I wiggle my middle finger around a little in her butt. I'm encouraged when I feel her sphincter starting to loosen up around it. 

Again Heather grabs me by my hair and pulls my face into her pussy. I oblige her and redouble my efforts at sucking on her clit. While her attention is focused on her little button of pleasure I slide my finger most of the way out of her ass and press my index finger next to it at her outer ring. I make sure that I pay particular focus to her clit as I slip a second finger into her tightest hole. This time I feel much more resistance from her inner sphincter as it reacts to the intrusion. 

"Please take it slow. It feels good but I don't want it to hurt." I can understand Heather's request, it's always awkward for anything to be inserted into your butt. 

I reapply lube to my fingers and slowly work the second one into her butt alongside the first. With it being a little slicker I am able to work it in with less effort this time. After I have both fingers deep into her ass I feel Heather shudder a bit and my face is flooded with a new wave of wetness from deep within her pussy. I push my tongue past her juicy lips and into her vagina as I start to wiggle my fingers in her ass. 

I keep at this for a little while when Heather grabs the back of my head and pulls my face into her pussy again, and within a few seconds I feel her have a small orgasm around my tongue and the fingers in her ass. She pulls me by the hair away from her pussy and up to her face. 

"That was good, but the next one will be great." With that matter-of-fact statement Heather moves in and kisses me on the lips, getting a good taste of the ample pussy juice that coats my face. I think to myself, I hope she enjoys the taste of her own pussy.

"Kevin, I think I am loose enough now. Let's do it." Heather said that like a seasoned pro but I decided to play hard to get.

"What do you mean hun, what do you want to do?"

"I want you to do my ass silly. I want you to take your big, hard cock and slide it deep into my tight little asshole. Is that what you wanted me to say?" She flashes a playful smile at me while she reaches over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube. She flips open the cap and squirts out a generous amount of lube onto her hands. She reaches over and rubs it the lube along my hard shaft. Once she is satisfied that my cock is sufficiently slick she moves over on the bed and gets on her hands and knees. 

I position myself behind Heather and line my cockhead up to her asshole. As the tip nudges up against it her puckered hole dilates a bit, allowing the first bit of my cock to work its way in. I steadily apply pressure to her ass and gradually my head works its way in past the outer ring of her ass. After a minute of pushing the flare of my cockhead makes its way into Heather's tight ass. A sharp breath in from Heather tells me that I should stop for a minute and let her ass get used to this intrusion.

While I am holding just the head of my cock in Heather's ass I reach under her and grab onto her boobs. I massage her pert orbs as my fingers seek out her nipples. Quickly they find their destination as they come across Heather's hard nipples sticking up from the smooth flesh of her boobs. After gently kneading them between my fingers I suddenly pinch both of them roughly. 

Heather let out a quick yelping noise as she jumped back a bit, which only served to push my cock further into her ass. I am now about halfway in and I love it. Her ass is so tight around my cock. I feel her ass squeezing my cock as it was startled with by the sudden push inwards. 

I lean my hips back a bit, slowly pulling my cock out of her ass a bit. I pull it back until only the head is still inside. Pausing for a brief moment I again push my hard cock into Heather's ass. This time I don't stop partway in, I push until I am balls deep in her ass.

My balls are resting against her moist pussy lips as I wait for her ass to get used to a fat cock deep inside it. I can tell that Heather is getting used to the full feeling in her ass when she starts to wiggle it around a bit. 

I reach under Heather's body and find her clit. As I start to thrust in and out of her ass I rub against her clit at the same rhythm. My cock is starting to move easily inside Heather's ass as it has gotten used to my presence. 

I have to say that I am in heaven. I love looking down and watching my cock slide in and out of her ass. When I pull it back I see it shiny with lube before I plunge it back into her ass. 

"How do you like my cock in your ass?" I asked Heather as I slowly work her ass.

"It hurts sometimes, but in a good way. I feel so full when you push into me."

I take my hand away from her clit and take hold of her wrist, guiding it to her clit. Heather knew what I wanted and took over playing with her clit and pussy. I take my two free hands and spread her ass cheeks open. On my next thrust I bottom out as deeply as I possibly can. 

"Oh fuck you're deep Kev. You're filling my ass up. Fuck me hard."

Now that her ass has opened up enough I start to fuck it like a pussy. My strokes are starting to get quicker and my balls are slapping against her wet pussy. I lift a hand off her cheek and quickly bring it down hard on her ass. The sound of the skin on skin contact fills the room as Heather lets out a shriek of surprise. 

On the lily white skin of her right ass cheek is a clear outline of my hand. I can't let her be uneven so I give a good hard slap with my left hand, resulting in another handprint on her other cheek. The spankings always serve to turn Heather on, and tonight is no exception. The more I slap her ass, the more into it she gets. Her ass is turning a nice shade of pink as I rough it up over and over.

"God it makes me so hot when you spank my ass. I've been a bad girl. Don't stop fucking my ass, I'm so close to cumming." Well I have to give the lady what she asked for, so I grab onto her hips and really start working her hard. I can feel myself getting closer to my own orgasm so I concentrate hard to not blow before Heather does. 

The room is filled with the sounds of Heather and I moaning and grunting and my cock slurping in and out of her well lubed ass. Heather starts to breathe faster as her body moves her towards her impending orgasm. I move my hands from her hips to her tits. I pinch each nipple between my fingers and twist them roughly. 

The added stimulation is enough to push Heather over the brink and her body goes rigid as her orgasm hits. I feel a splash of liquid on my balls as Heather squirts. Her entire body shudders for a few seconds before she falls limp to the bed, recovering from her high. 

There is no stopping me now though because I need to cum, and it's going to go in her ass. Again I place my hands on her hips and use them for leverage in my fucking. I keep pumping in and out of that tight asshole until I feel my load building in my balls. After a few more pumps I thrust deeply into her ass and start to squirt my hot cum. Pulse after pulse of my cum floods Heather's bowels. 

When I finally finish shooting I keep my cock in her ass to enjoy the tight feeling for as long as I can. Eventually my softening cock falls out of her ass. What it leaves is an ass that has been well used for the last 45 minutes. Her hole is left gaping open slightly and some cum is starting to drip its way out. 

I lay down on the couch next to her and pull her in close. As we lay there spooning my cock is naturally positioned near her now closed butt. Heather looks back at me and says simply "He is not going back in my ass, at least not tonight." I smile knowing that sooner or later she would again be letting my cock in through the backdoor. And with that we drift off to sleep again. What a great day this is.



Housesitting Ch. 02



Molly Stood naked at the edge of the pool. For the first time ever, she had walked around a house naked and experienced a thrill that she had not known until then. She had then masturbated in the bed of the stranger whose house she was watching. It had been weeks since she had been able to experience any form of sexual release as she never felt comfortable touching herself when her parents where in the same house and somehow that summer one of them was always home. Now, she was house sitting in one of the most luxurious and secluded houses that she had ever visited. Somehow, the pent-up sexual tension of the past few weeks had led her down a path that she had never taken. She had just experimented with nudity in places other than a bedroom or a bathroom and it had excited her so much that she had decided to remain nude.

So here she was. She had just dropped her bath towel as she stood naked outdoors for the first time in her life. The wind was blowing its gentle warm breath caressing her and stimulating her every pore. She remained motionless, eyes closed and arms raised and extended to the side enjoying the feeling of the air passing over her. Her senses were alive with excitement. Every hair, every cell, every molecule was tingling and reacting as if an electric current was flowing through her. 

A stronger gust of wind startled her from her meditating state. She looked around once more and dove into the pool. "Ahhh!" she exclaimed as she came up for air. She was not prepared for the new and additional stimulation. Her sexual arousal was almost as strong as it had been before her release earlier in the house and the streams of water that touched her very excited nipples as well as the flow that caressed her sex had nearly brought her to another orgasm. As she swam on her back, the splashes and the trickle of water brushed past her breasts stimulating her further. Once she was standing in the shallower part of the pool, she brought down a hand between her thighs. It shocked her to realize that she could feel so hot to the touch in spite of the cool water. What was happening to her? She needed and wanted to bring herself off again. She wanted that sweet sense of bliss now but she was not prepared to do it out in the open. Her eyes wandered to the pool house as she swam back to the towel.

She approached the "pool house" as she toweled herself dry. The building was as big as the house that her family lived in but she guessed that in comparison to the main house it was small. When she slid the glass doors opened she was surprised to find that the entire place was one giant big open space of a room. It felt like an artist's loft. At the furthest part of the room, there was a bed in one corner and an open kitchen with an island and a small dining area in another, couches and a dance floor in the center of the room. She was standing in the "gym" part of the room and that corner of the house had walls covered with floor to ceiling mirrors. She was shocked to see her reflection staring back at her and another flash of the humiliation she had first felt earlier in the main house ran down her spine. For some reason she could not comprehend, that feeling made her blood boil with even more passion. Like a diva, she dramatically dropped her towel to the floor and stared at her naked form under all the angles that were being reflected back to her.

The gym had many traditional machines but off-to-the-side she noticed right away a big armchair that looked like one of those mechanical or electrical massage chair. It was somewhat bigger than the ones she had seen in the mall but the liquid heat between her legs reminded her that there were pressing matters to attend to. That chair would do nicely for that purpose.

Had she been paying attention to the owner, Sam, when he gave her instructions about the gym then she would have known not to sit in that chair. But she had been distracted at the time and so she picked the one piece of equipment that she was not supposed to touch.

Molly looked once more around the vast room. Being naked in that huge hall of a space made her feel even more undressed. The thrill of feeling small, vulnerable, exposed and out of place was arousing and a true awakening. 

As she sat on the chair she enjoyed the sensation of the soft leather on her skin. The chair took on the contour of her body and she felt so cozy and comfy that she started relaxing right away. The chair turned on automatically after a few seconds. Two mechanical arms popped out as a very faint vibration started shaking Molly the length of her body.

The first arm carried a camera and a scanner that went quickly into action to map-out the shape of the chair's new subject. Once the scan was performed, the computer had quickly determined where to position the digital touch screen located on the second arm so that the girl could read and operate the machine. Molly was impressed by the technology and she quickly looked through the choices that were offered. She needed to extinguish the fire in her loins and the complexity of the machine was distracting her from doing just that. There were 4 options to choose from: a. short program, b. 30 minutes of light bliss, c. 30 minutes of deep tissue workout, d. 45 minutes full body massage and more!

Option d. sounded good and intriguing so she picked it. The chair's massaging system kicked into action and the faint vibration that she was feeling earlier increased steadily. A variety of things were happening all at once while the chair started to recline in a horizontal position. Rollers and air pressure systems kicked into actions as if she had a team of expert masseuses at her disposal. Yes, bliss fit the description of what she was experiencing perfectly.

Now that the machine was in motion, Molly thought she would finally take care of her needs. She brought her hand down to touch her sex and to feel the slippery heat between her legs.

"DING! DING!" a gentle bell went off and the digital touch screen lit up with a message "Please place you arms on the armrests."

Molly was surprised and placed her arms obediently on the designated space. The massage started anew and Molly once again started relaxing and drifting off. After a few minutes she absent-mindedly brought her hand back to her lap, the desire within still unquenched. 

This time a loud bang woke her from her dreamlike state and a computerized voice spoke "MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION!"

She put her arms back in the designated spot but this time the chair did not restart the massage as it had earlier.

Something was definitely wrong. The chair started swinging back and forth and swiveling on its axel. Molly who was easily subject to motion sickness started feeling dizzy and queasy. It was time to get out of that chair! Cuffs came out and trapped her wrists and ankles just when she attempted to pull herself up and off. She was now prisoner of the contraption. A third arm suddenly appeared. This one looked like it had a tool in the shape of a human hand and it began to pull very soft silk belts across the neck, belly, and hips of its captive. The belts tightened and Molly was now completely restrained to the chair.

Before she could comprehend what was happening, two curved sections rose from each side of her headrest. They closed in and formed a black helmet over her head. Molly now sat in total silence and obscurity. The helmet had been designed to play the role of a blindfold and earplugs at the same time. Only the sense of touch remained.

The machine stopped moving. Molly sat still. She did not know whether she should be afraid. In absolute silence and total darkness, the only sense that remained was her sense of touch. She had been hyper sensitive and aroused since her last orgasm and now that her only sensory function left was that of touch she became fully aware of her body's tingling nerves. After taking a few deep breaths she decided that the machine would not scare her. She would just need to wait until the massage cycle was over and then it would release its hold on her. "Whatever this was it would not hurt her," she thought. So she might as well go with it... And anyway there did not seem to be any other way.

She could not tell how long she had been lying still but eventually the massage cycle rebooted. Molly felt each of the bumps and pressure points applied to her back intensely. She started relaxing again, resolved to enjoy the massage.

Now that there was nothing to do but enjoy, Molly felt the pulse in her pussy acutely. That is all she could think about. The chair stimulated every inch that it touched and it only worked to increase her arousal. The pressure applied on her butt as it was pushed and squeezed sent shivers up her spine increasing the smoldering heat within her. Another squeeze on her thigh made her writhe and squirm. She tensed trying to move down on the chair attempting to bring her sex closer to the rousing mechanism. "God!" she thought. This was delicious torture: a pressure point next to the small of her back, a caress next to her feet, and a soft gust of air blown by her hips. The massage was totally asymmetrical and she did not know where the next sensation would come from. The chair had a system of vents that would blow cold or hot air in various places sending shudders as it blew on her sensitive skin. "Ahhh!" the tease was incredible but if there was nothing to touch her sex she did not know if she would be able to reach her ultimate goal.

"Ooooh!" escaped her lips. A soft rub slid by her belly. The silk scarves that were binding her to the chair were put in motion. Gently, oh so gently, the bands began a maddening to and fro from side to side and up and down. One of the strips reached her erect nipples. "Hhhhh!" the soft caress ignited a burning sensation at the tip of her tits. It was so soft and barely perceptible but it was there like a delectable infuriating torment making her blood boil. Heat. Could her heart take it any longer? The pressure was building within her chest making it impossible to breath. She was straining against her restraints trying to increase the pressure of the silk caress on her chest. The tension within her chest was also increasing. She was hoping that something would burst and would allow her to reach that sweet release. She was so close.

The chair stopped. Cool air was blown into the dark helmet and she took a deep breath. Was it over? Would she be let go? She hoped that it wasn't so. She did not want it to stop. She knew that if the massage cycle was completed she would have to bring herself off in a hurry but she liked the fact that the machine was in control. She wanted it to continue and wanted the crazy contraption to prolong its insane dance of a rubdown on her.

After a few more seconds of anticipation, she felt the chair coming back to life. A gentle vibration began anew on her lower back. Again, the silk strips of bliss stirred over her rock solid nipples. One of the mechanical arms was now pointing a device that blew pressurized air on her. The air jets were gentle and cool. They moved over her collarbone tickling her. When it passed over the silk strip that was rubbing her breasts it stopped. The strength of the jets increased and began quickly pulsing over the engorged tips of her tits. Her nipples were being rubbed and flicked! "Hhhh! Hhhhh! HHHHH!" Molly felt as if she would finally reach the orgasm that she had been longing for. She had never been able to climax with only breast stimulation, but this time she would. She arched her back as much as she could despite the tight embrace of the soft scarves. The added pressure felt wonderful. Another blow of air and she would reach Nirvana!

The machine stopped again.

Molly was going crazy now, straining against her restraints. She needed additional friction and additional stimulation. The tender skin at the base of her neck was a dark hue of red. Had anything or anyone ever had such an effect on her? The madness, the fever, the heat were all rising to her head from that spot at the center of her loins. She was at the edge of that cliff... and then it was gone!

Another cool burst of air was blown into the helmet but she would have none of it. She wanted her release. How long did she lie there this time? She waited and, in time, cooled down a bit. She was not a happy customer though. She was on edge and anxious to get her groove back on. After a few minutes, her wits came back to her in a hurry. She realized that her legs where no longer extended below her on the chair. While she had been distracted by the electrifying flutters of the scarves, her legs had been pulled apart and raised in the air by the chair. She now felt open to the world as if she had been sitting on a gynecologist's chair.

Just as she made this surprising discovery, the chair started moving again. The massage, the scarves and the pressurized air all started their ballet on her skin at the same time. It was delicious, overpowering and elating all at the same time. It came at her from all sides. Here, there, everywhere and nowhere, one inch of her skin at a time and then all of her at the same time. She did not know where and when it would come. The machine was toying with her. She was on a merry-go-round of thrills and sensations. She was like a puppet on a string each motion of the machine pulling her in a direction or another.

The machine was now in overdrive doing as many things to her as it could possibly do. It was making her squirm with desire. It was relentless and her desire had risen once more to the verge of the sweet bliss that she was craving. She needed it now and she wanted it. "Please! Oh please make me come!" escaped her lips.

As if the machine had heard her, a fourth arm came out from a panel between her legs. That arm was carrying two dildos that the girl could not see and it put each of them at the entrance of her orifices.

"Yes," exclaimed Molly. The touch that she had experienced between her legs was just what she had been missing and an orgasm erupted from within the deepest parts of her. It came in waves making her vibrate with pleasure "Oooh! Ooooh! Oooooh!" was all she could say as the chair kept up its relentless manipulation of her. She felt as if she would never stop coming. Molly was no more. Only a bundle of nerves reacting to the ministrations of the machine was left.

The sensory depravation provided by the helmet had left Molly unaware of time and space. She had been under the influence of her captor for over three hours but it could have been fifteen minutes or six hours and she would not have known the difference. She was now in such a state of arousal and bliss that she was not thinking anymore. She just felt. Her body had become a receptor to touch and pleasure.

The machine would not stop because it had not completed its programming.

Lubricants started pouring out of miniature holes located along the length of the two metal phalluses. When the surface of each was fully coated with the fluids, the arm started applying pressure on the pussy and the ass of the girl. The penetration was slow and exquisite to Molly. It added another wave of pleasure to the never-ending ecstasy that was coursing through her. If she had been in a different state of awareness she might have been grossed out by the anal play on her rectum. She had never played with that part of her anatomy until then. Now however, her ass was just another extension of her nervous system. It was just another link in the chain of nerve endings that were bringing her layers upon layers of pure unadulterated joy.

At that stage, the girl felt and reacted to every sensation. Whenever the orgasm would start to linger on and lighten its intensity, the machine would move to stoke the fire of desire back to a higher level. Like the string of a musical instrument stroked every so often to keep the same note going, the vibration of her orgasm would be roused over and over.

Sam, the owner of the house, came running back into the house. He had been delayed in the airport due to a technical problem with his jet plane. He had been conducting his business from the lounge at the airport while his plane was being worked on. Out of habit, he had decided to check the security video feed on his computer prior to boarding the flight. When he saw the activity in the pool house, he knew that he would have to cancel his flight to get home.

Sam had built the chair to detect the arousal of its occupant. The chair was supposed to obey voice commands to stop. If no order was spoken, it was programmed to just keep on working until an orgasm was reached. However, the try-outs that he had performed on various subjects had revealed that the sensory depravation created by the helmet had been known to put some of its subjects in some sort of altered state. In some of the cases that he had observed, the machine seemed to be able to prolong orgasms forever and when that happened it would just keep on going. From what Sam had seen on the video feed, Molly seemed to be one of these subjects whose orgasm would linger on forever. Since she did not know about the voice operated functions, Sam knew that the machine would never stop and never release her from her orgasmic state.

When Sam walked into the gym, Molly was still under the influence of her never-ending orgasm. He took a minute to look at her. She was such a beautiful girl and seeing her in the throws of passions was a sight to behold that took his breath away. He wished that he had been the reason for that passion but he knew that after he released her bonds she would leave this place in a hurry. If he had been another type of man, he might have taken advantage of the situation.

However, he was not. He simply walked over to a closet and took out a fresh bath towel that he laid over her. Once she was covered up, he unplugged the chair and slowly withdrew the two dildos from her. He then released her ankles and wrists before opening the helmet.

When the helmet opened up, Molly had a relaxed "just fucked" smile on her face. She was still on cloud nine and it took her some time to get back down to earth. When she had finally regained all her senses she gave Sam the shock of his life when she simply asked him, "When can I do that again?"



Housesitting Ch. 03



When Kirstin came downstairs from her shower, Henry thought his cock was going to burst out of his pants. His stepsister was wearing three-inch spike heels and a dress that barely covered her ass. Henry didn't need X-ray vision to guess that she had nothing on under the dress.

Seeing his reaction, Kirstin grinned and said, "Like it?"

"You're going out to dinner in that?"

"Sure, why not?" She twirled so he could see how she looked from all angles. "What's wrong with this? Doesn't it make me look hot?"

"Hell yeah, and every guy wherever I take you is going to have a hard-on."

"Does that bother you? Big brother, if it was any other night, I might want to see some of those hard-ons. But tonight, I'm having too much fun with you."

"Some?" Henry repeated.

"Well, yeah. I get off on doing different guys, sometimes at the same time. Is that a problem?"

Henry pictured his sexy eighteen-year-old stepsister taking dicks in her mouth, cunt, and ass, and his own cock got even harder. "No problem at all," he stammered. Damn, the girl had more of a secret life than he'd suspected!

"Good. Then let's go. I've worked up an appetite." Kirstin winked.

Henry's car was right outside, which was fortunate. He was able to get Kirstin into it without any of the neighbors seeing. Somehow he didn't think it would be a good idea if they saw him going out with his stepsister when she was dressed like such a slut. Not that he minded how she was dressed. But she was, after all, supposed to be his sister, and she was dressed for fucking. It wouldn't be too hard for the neighbors to jump to the right conclusion and probably tell his father and Kirstin's mother, who would pitch a fit if they found out what he and Kirstin had spent most of the evening so far doing.

As soon as they were out of the driveway, Kirstin put her hand on Henry's thigh. "I love being fingered in a car," she said.

"You do, huh?" Henry slipped his hand under the hem of her dress and found her clit in the wetness of her pussy. "Like this?"

Kirstin moaned. "Hell, yeah, big brother. Let's see if you can make me cum before we get to the restaurant. Where are you taking me, anyway?"

"Somewhere people won't be likely to recognize us."

"What are you, ashamed that you're fucking your sister?" Kirstin laughed. "Just teasing. I agree, this should be our little secret." She moved her hand up to his cock. "Or not so little, as the case may be."

"Take it out."

With an ease that had to have come from practice, Kirstin unfastened Henry's pants and reached inside for his cock. As she stroked him, he continued fingering her clit. Both gasped and moaned; it was just a matter of who would cum first.

Henry felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to explode. There was no way he was going to cum on his pants, not if they were going into a restaurant. "Kirstin, I'm going to cum!" he exclaimed.

She leaned over and took his cock in her mouth. It took only a few seconds of her talented mouth on his cock to make him shoot down her throat. She swallowed and sat back up with a satisfied smile. "Tastes good, big brother."

"Felt good, little sister." He picked up his finger's pace on her clit. "Are you planning to cum, or am I just going to keep doing this all the way to the restaurant?"

"Well, let's see. You've fucked me a couple times, and I got myself off in the shower. And while I was getting dressed. So I can wait till we get to the restaurant. You, on the other hand, chose not to cum when you fucked me a little while ago, so you couldn't help yourself."

"Payback, huh? I didn't cum for you, so now you aren't going to cum for me?"

"I'll cum for you. Just not until I'm ready."

The entire way to the restaurant, Henry fingered his sexy stepsister. Just as he pulled into the parking lot, she finally let herself go. "Fuck, yes, Henry!" she shouted. "Damn, that's the best one yet!"

"You had to hold out right till the end, huh?" Henry said. He licked Kirstin's juices from his finger. "Tasty little slut."

"Damn straight. And a hungry little slut. Hurry up and park the car so we can eat."

"You're impatient."

"Yep. I want to get to dessert." She licked her lips. "So let's get in there and eat." 



Housesitting Ch. 04



Henry and Kirstin walked into the restaurant. The hostess stared wide-eyed at the microscopic dress Kirstin wore. "I think she likes you," Henry whispered.

"Could be," Kirstin replied. "She's kind of cute."

"Just two?" the hostess asked, recovering herself.

"Yes. A back table, if one's available, please," Henry said. He had a few ideas of what could happen with his sexy stepsister if no one else could see.

"Certainly. At this hour, we aren't very crowded. Follow me."

The hostess walked ahead of them, shaking her ass a little more than necessary. Henry and Kirstin both eyed it. "You're bi?" Henry asked under his breath.

"Hell yeah," Kirstin replied. "Maybe someday you can play with me and one of my girlfriends."

The hostess led them to a table in the back corner of the restaurant. Only one other couple was seated near them, and that couple was three tables away. "Will this work?" the hostess asked.

"Yes, thank you." Henry slipped a five out of his pocket and handed it to her. "We appreciate it."

"No problem." She ran her eyes up and down Kirstin's hot body. "I'll bring you your drinks. Helena will be your waitress; she'll take your order in a bit."

After setting the menus on the table, she walked away. Henry and Kirstin sat down. "I think you have an admirer," Henry said.

"Hopefully more than one." Kirstin rubbed her foot against his shin. "You're imagining me fucking her while you watch, aren't you, big brother?"

"Don't call me that here. Someone might hear you. And yeah, I am."

"Maybe we could arrange it."

"Not tonight." Henry's cock stood at attention, thanks to his sister's foot. "This weekend, I'm only interested in fucking you. Some other time, maybe we can get her to join us."

"Are we going to continue after this weekend, then? I thought maybe it was just something we were doing while our parents are away."

"Only if that's how you want it. We'll have to be a little more discreet when they come back, but do you really think I'm going to give up that body of yours?"

Kirstin giggled. "Guess not. Okay, fine. Some other time, then."

The hostess brought them each a glass of water, and dropped a slip of paper on Kirstin's lap before shimmying away. Kirstin picked it up and read it. "Her name and phone number. Looks like sometime soon, you'll get your wish, big- Henry."

"Sounds good to me."

While they waited for the waitress, and then for their food, they talked about Henry's job, Kirstin's college classes, and their sex lives. Henry learned more about his stepsister than he'd ever imagined. The girl had more experience than he did, for crying out loud, and she was five years younger! Listening to her stories made his cock painfully hard once more. Kirstin, with a mischievous grin, hitched her chair over beside him and reached under the tablecloth to his bulge. "Too bad I can't suck you here," she said.

"That feels good enough," Henry said hoarsely as his sister rubbed him through his pants. "But tell you what. With everything you've told me, surely you must have fucked in a bathroom."

"Sure, in bars and clubs."

"Bars? You're underage."

"False ID, big brother."

Henry decided not to comment. After all, he'd gotten his first false ID when he was sixteen. "Okay. So after we eat, let's do it."

Kirstin's eyes lit up. "Ooh, hot! I like the way you think!"

Their food arrived a few minutes later. Both of them ate quickly, anticipating what they were about to do. When he finished, Henry stood. "I need to use the restroom," he said, just loud enough to be heard by the nearest diners. "I'll be right back."

He went into the men's room and waited. Fortunately, no one else came in until the door opened, revealing Kirstin and her hot C-cup tits, which were hanging out of the top of her dress. Henry grabbed her arm and dragged her into the room. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Thought you might like to see them. Don't worry, big brother. I made sure no one was looking before I took them out." She grabbed his hand and brought it to her tit. "Don't you like looking at them?"

"Hell, yeah." Henry bent to take one nipple in his mouth. He sucked and slid his hand under Kirstin's skirt, plunging his fingers into her sopping cunt. 

Kirstin moaned. "That's it, big brother. Get me nice and ready for that huge cock of yours. Fuck me!"

Without a word, Henry took his fingers out of her, turned her around, and bent her over the counter. He pushed her skirt up over her hips, revealing her hot pussy and ass. An almost irresistible desire to eat her out came over him, but Henry pushed it away. They didn't have much time; someone else might need to use the restroom any time now. Instead he undid his pants and shoved his long, thick dick into his stepsister's cunt.

"Fuck!" Kirstin exclaimed. "God, Henry, that thing is so fucking big! I wish I'd started fucking you a long time ago!"

"Your pussy's so tight," Henry replied. "I'm not going to last too long this time, sis. Where am I going to cum?"

"Let me know when you're ready and I'll suck you off. But first, you're going to make me cum."

As Henry pounded in and out of her, he reached around and rubbed her clit. "Oh, yes!" Kirstin cried after a few moments. Henry felt her pussy contract as she came.

He pulled out and turned her around. "Suck me off."

Kirstin knelt in front of him and took him in her mouth. She sucked just the head for a few seconds, then plunged her mouth down onto him. "That's it, little sis," Henry said. "Suck me!"

Continuing her tongue and lip action, Kirstin reached up and fondled his balls. After a minute, they tightened and Henry cried out as his cum filled Kirstin's sexy mouth. "Damn, sis, that was incredible!" he exclaimed as she stood up.

"Glad you enjoyed it." Kirstin tucked her breasts back into her dress. "Now that we've had dessert, let's go finish our meal." 



Housesitting Ch. 05



Once Henry paid the check, he and Kirstin left the restaurant. The hostess winked at them as they walked out. "We should have invited her into the bathroom with us," Kirstin joked.

"Maybe next time," Henry replied.

They got into his car and he headed for home. They'd barely gotten out of the parking lot when Kirstin grabbed at the front of Henry's pants. "Damn, you aren't hard," she said.

"Um, yeah, that might be because we just fucked in the restaurant bathroom. And a couple times at the house before that. I'm fucked out for now."

"You are? I bet I can have you hard again by the time we get home."

"Bet you can't."

Kirstin stuck out her tongue. "You always were a brat."

"Me? You're the brat, kid. You've been a brat from the moment my dad married your mom."

"Kid? Does this feel like a kid to you?"

She took his hand from the wheel and guided it under her almost microscopic skirt. Henry touched bare pussy and felt his cock twitch, but he willed himself to stay limp. If Kirstin was going to play this game, he was determined not to let her win.

"Mmm, that feels so nice, Henry," Kirstin murmured. "Don't you like touching your stepsister's cunt?"

That caused more movement below Henry's waist. When he'd arrived at his dad and stepmom's house a few hours earlier to check up on the place while they were out of town, he'd found Kirstin in the family room with a dildo in her pussy. And he'd fucked her. The knowledge that he'd fucked his stepsister, that he'd crossed that line, was a total turn-on. And so was hearing the word "cunt" from that innocent-looking mouth of hers.

But all he said to Kirstin was, "Yeah, it feels nice."

Kirstin pouted. "That's it? It feels nice? You're playing a game you can't win, Henry. I know you're getting hard from having your fingers in my wet cunt."

Again a twitch. Henry was definitely going to lose the game if Kirstin kept this up. He pulled his hand away from her. "Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not."

"You are, or you would have kept touching me. What are you, afraid of what I'll do if I make you hard?"

"Sweetie, you're about the least frightening person I know. But I have to admit, I'm a little concerned that you're going to wear me out."

"Yep, and you'd love every second of it."

She didn't touch him again until they were inside the house. As soon as Henry closed the door, Kirstin was on him, her tongue thrusting between his lips as her hand groped his dick. This time, Henry didn't try to stop himself from getting hard. There was no point; his stepsister was insatiable, and he had to admit he hadn't gotten enough of her sexy body yet.

Kirstin grinned in triumph. "You're hard!"

"Ah, but you said you'd have me hard by the time we got here," Henry pointed out. "I wasn't hard until after we walked in the door."

"Damn, you're right. So I guess I lose. What's your prize?"

"I get a prize? Hmm... I want you to strip off that dress, get down on your knees, and suck me dry."

"Ooh, giving orders, huh? I like it." 

Kirstin proceeded to do exactly as he'd said. Her dress ended up in a puddle on the floor. She hadn't worn anything under it, so Henry was treated to another view of her gorgeous tits and pussy. She knelt and unfastened his pants, which she pulled down around his ankles to reveal his hard, thick cock. "I can't get enough of this thing," she said, wrapping one small hand around it. 

"Then have some more of it. You're supposed to be sucking me, not jerking me off."

"Yeah, yeah. Patience, big brother."

She stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the tip of Henry's cock. It jumped in her hand, and she giggled. "I think it wants more, too."

"Yes, it does. You lost the game, sis, so give me my prize."

"Oh, fine."

Kirstin plunged her mouth down on his cock. For a moment, Henry let her tongue and lips work their magic, then he took control. Grasping her head in his hands, he fucked her mouth, watching in amazement as she took almost his full length. It was a matter of moments before he shot straight down her throat yet again.

Kirstin licked her lips and stood. "Okay, big brother. You got yours, now it's my turn. Come to bed with me."

"Why do I have the feeling we aren't going to sleep?"

"We are. After I ride you so hard you scream."

"Think you can do that, huh?"

"I know I can."

"Then I guess I'd better let you prove it."

Henry kicked off his pants and boxers, leaving them in the middle of the floor. It wasn't like anyone would find them; his father and Kirstin's mother wouldn't be back for another day and a half. Kirstin took his hand and led him to her room, which was the typical pink, frilly, girly room it had always been. Except for the box Kirstin pulled out from under the bed. "My toy box," she said. "Mom and your dad would have a head fit if they knew this was here. Maybe tomorrow we can try out a few of these."

"Maybe." Henry lay on his back on her bed and closed his eyes. "Okay, I'm exhausted, so if you want a last fuck before bed, you're in charge."

"Sounds good to me."

Kirstin stroked and licked his cock back to full hardness, then climbed on board. Henry couldn't help moaning as her tight little pussy fitted itself over his dick. She rode him slowly at first, then picked up the pace until she was practically slamming herself onto him. "Fuck, Henry, how can you just lie there?" she demanded. "This feels so fucking good!"

"Told you I was exhausted," Henry said without opening his eyes. Though there was one part of him that was far from exhausted.

Finally, Kirstin's pussy contracted, and she cried out, "Holy fuck!" Then she collapsed onto Henry. "Are you close?" she asked.

"I've cum enough for one night. Go to sleep if you want to. You can make up for it in the morning."

"Better believe it." She slipped off his cock and snuggled beside him. "Night, big brother."

"Night, little sister." 



Housesitting Ch. 06



When Henry woke the next morning, he briefly wondered why he was surrounded by pink. Then he remembered the events of the night before. He was naked in his stepsister's bed after spending most of the night fucking her.

Kirstin wasn't in bed with him, though, which was unfortunate since his cock was painfully hard. Henry stroked it for a few minutes, letting thoughts and images from the previous night flow through his brain, then decided that it would be better if Kirstin was the one stroking him. He got up and went to find her.

As he passed the bathroom, he heard the shower running. It made sense that was where Kirstin would be; she'd showered before they'd gone out to dinner the night before, but hadn't showered since, and they'd definitely gotten down and dirty in the meantime. Just thinking about fucking Kirstin in the men's room at the restaurant made Henry's cock jump. 

He opened the bathroom door and was greeted by a cloud of steam. Over the sound of the running water, he heard moans and gasps. Was Kirstin masturbating in the shower? Henry pushed back the shower curtain.

Kirstin had the hand-held massage showerhead in her hand, aimed straight at her pussy. Her other hand was occupied with the nipples on her gorgeous tits. She looked at Henry and smiled. "I was hoping you'd wake up soon."

"But you decided to entertain yourself in the meantime?" he asked.

"Sure, why not?" She aimed the showerhead at his hard-on. "Doesn't that feel good?"

"Yeah, but you're getting water all over the floor."

"Then get in here and let's have some fun."

Henry stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. Not that anyone would find them; his father and Kirstin's mother were away for the weekend. They'd asked Henry to look after the house while they were gone, even though Kirstin lived there and was old enough to take care of things. From what she'd told Henry, she spent a lot of her free time taking care of her own horniness.

Kirstin aimed the showerhead at his cock again. "This is fun!" she exclaimed.

"Give me that."

"Make me."

They wrestled over the showerhead until Henry finally thrust his finger into Kirstin's pussy. She gasped and loosened her hold on the showerhead, which Henry was able to yank away from her. "You jerk!" Kirstin said. "That's cheating!"

"Really?" Henry aimed the stream of water at her clit. "Still think I cheated?"

"Yes, and you're cheating now, trying to make me forget about it." She moaned softly. "Oh, fuck, Henry, that feels so good!"

"Yeah, so why are you complaining about it?"

"Because you cheated!"

"Get over it." He fiddled with the knob on the showerhead that increased the intensity of the flow. "How does it feel now?"

"Holy shit!"

"Done complaining yet?"

"You're very persuasive." She angled herself so the water hit her more directly. "Keep it up, big brother. I was close to cumming before you got in here, and I want to finish what I started."

"What do I get out of it?" Henry asked.

"You get to fuck me. I want you to cum in my pussy, big brother. I love tasting you, but I want something different this time."

"Is that safe?"

Kirstin rolled her eyes. "Duh. I told you how much sex I have. You think I'm not on the pill? And I get tested every few weeks, so I'm completely clean. So are you going to do it or not?"

"Yeah, after you get off."

"Cool." She grinned. "Then hurry up and get me off."

Henry held the showerhead closer to her pussy, knowing the pressure of the water would bring her over the edge. After a moment, she started to squirm. "God, Henry!"

"Like it, sis?"

"Oh, yeah. I do this to myself all the time, but I never knew I could make it this strong. I'm cumming, big brother!"

"Then cum, little sister."

She did, shouting his name. Henry hung the showerhead up and said, "Ready to be fucked now?"

"Are you kidding? I've been ready since I got up this morning!"

She put one leg up on the edge of the tub and moved the other away from it, giving Henry a nice view of her pussy. Standing in front of her, he lined his cock up with her entrance, then thrust up into her.

Shower sex was awkward, no question. It was only the second time Henry had fucked someone in the shower, and his last partner had fallen over, ending the attempt. But Kirstin had apparently had practice with it; she moved her body so Henry could fuck her hard and directed him in how to position himself to get inside her more deeply. "God, I can't believe you've never done this!" she said.

"I've done it once," Henry replied.

"Only once? Then how'd you get so fucking good at it? Fuck, Henry!"

"That's what I'm doing. Fucking you."

"Fucking your hot little stepsister."

"Yep. And your fucking your big stepbrother."

"Mmm, so fucking big! Henry, I'm cumming again!"

Henry was close himself, but he held it off until he felt Kirstin's pussy clench on his cock. She cried out so loud it was almost a scream. "My turn," Henry said.

"In me, big brother. Cum in me!"

"I am!" He thrust hard, once, then again, and felt his balls empty into his stepsister's cunt.

He pulled out of her, and Kirstin shut off the water. "That was fun," she said. She reached out of the tub and pulled two towels off the rack, one of which she handed to Henry. "Get dried off, big brother. We've got a busy day ahead."

"Oh, really? And what should I wear for that busy day?"

"Just what you have on." Kirstin winked and got out of the shower.



Housesitting Ch. 07



Usually the first thing Henry did after a shower was to get dressed. Not today. His stepsister was evidently planning to spend the day naked, and she expected him to do the same. Henry didn't have a problem with that at all. 

They were in the kitchen, where Kirstin was cooking eggs and home fries. "Be careful the grease doesn't splatter you," Henry teased.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Kirstin replied.

"What do you do, cook in the nude every weekend?"

"Sometimes. Especially if I spent the night with one of my fuck buddies. None of them know how to cook worth crap." She shook the pan with the home fries. "And when Mom and your dad aren't around, yes, I cook in the nude here too. I don't like clothes when I'm alone."

"Good grief, and all this time I've thought you were this shy, innocent little pain in the neck kid. When did you grow up?"

Kirstin grinned. "Over time. So anyway, what do you want to do today? More fucking, I hope."

"Aren't you sore yet?"

"No. I never get enough. Haven't you figured that out yet?" She scooped the eggs out onto a plate. "Actually, I am a little sore. But we have the house to ourselves all weekend, and I plan to take advantage of the chance to get to know my hot big brother a little better. You pretty much ignored me when we were younger, you know?"

"You're five years younger, and you were a pest. Now that you're eighteen, you aren't quite as pesty."

"A lot of my friends had crushes on you. And on your friends. Some of whom I've fucked, by the way."

"You're shitting me." His friends had ignored Kirstin just as much as he had when they were younger.

"Nope. I guess once I turned eighteen and started college, I became a little more appealing." She set a plate in front of him and reached beneath the table to grope his cock. "Hmm, feels a little bit hard. Does it turn you on to think about me fucking your friends, big brother?"

"It turns me on to think about you fucking me. Even if you are a little sore."

"That could be arranged. Pull your chair out."

"Let's eat first. I need some energy. I haven't completely recovered from last night yet."

Kirstin giggled and went back to the stove. "I can't believe I never fucked you before. You're hot, you're funny, you're every girl's dream guy."

"And I'm your stepbrother, which kind of means we shouldn't be fucking."

"Which is what I tried to tell you last night when you grabbed my dildo and started fucking me with it."

"You were fucking yourself with it first. I just decided to help you out."

"And I tried to talk you out of it."

"For about ten seconds."

"True. Then I figured if a hot guy wanted to fuck me, who was I to stop him?" She took the home fries pan off the burner and shut off the stove. "So after we're done eating our breakfast, we can have some dessert?"

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Good."

They ate quickly, both of them wanting to get to what would happen next. Even though they'd fucked several times the night before, Henry hadn't gotten enough of his sexy stepsister yet. Before this weekend, it had been over six months since he'd gotten laid, and he was making up for lost time now. 

As soon as they were done eating, Kirstin cleared the dishes from the table and leaned over it. "Okay, big brother, fuck me."

"Isn't there some rule about don't fuck within twenty minutes of eating?" Henry said.

"That's swimming, you goof."

Henry stuck his fingers in her pussy. "You feel wet enough to swim in."

"Then dive on in."

Henry stood and positioned himself behind her. He'd gotten to know her pussy pretty well the night before, but he still loved the feeling of her tightness enveloping his cock as he pushed into her. "God, Henry, I love your fucking cock," she moaned as he thrust his full length inside her. "I swear it's the biggest I've ever had."

"I bet you say that to all the guys with big cocks," Henry said.

"Yeah, sure I do. Oh, fuck!"

Henry reached around and fingered her clit as he thrust in and out of her. Kirstin whimpered as he touched her. "You like this, huh?" Henry said.

"Fuck, yes! Damn it, Henry, make me cum!"

Henry flicked her clit faster and fucked her harder. He could feel his balls tighten, about to explode. Just when he thought he couldn't hold out any longer, Kirstin cried out, "Oh, my fucking lord, I'm cumming!"

The contractions of her cunt were enough to send Henry over the edge. He shot his cum into his stepsister's pussy, thrusting until he was sure there was no more in his cock. Then he withdrew. "That's just the beginning, you know," he said.

"Oh, really?"

"I still haven't eaten you. So go get cleaned up, because there's no way in hell I'm eating you out with my cum in your pussy."

"You never know, you might like it. But I'll clean up this time." She grinned and hurried off to the bathroom.



Housesitting Ch. 08



When Kirstin came out of the shower, Henry was waiting for her in the family room, where the whole thing had started the night before. In his hands, he held her dildo, which he'd found in the corner of the room. "You probably ought to put this back in that little box of yours," he said.

"Yeah, having our parents find it wouldn't be too good," Kirstin agreed. "But do you want to use it on me first?"

"It was in some dust in the corner. You might want to wash it off before you use it again."

Kirstin examined it. "Yeah, that does look pretty nasty. Okay, I'll go wash it and put it away. Don't go anywhere, okay, big brother?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

He watched his stepsister's sexy ass wiggle as she walked out of the room, and stroked himself thinking of what he was going to do to her next. Since he'd shown up the night before to check on the house while his father and Kirstin's mother were out of town, he and Kirstin had fucked about half a dozen times. And neither of them had had enough yet. 

Henry lost himself in thoughts of what he and Kirstin had done in the past eighteen hours or so, and caught himself just as he was about to cum. He didn't want to masturbate himself to orgasm; he was planning on making Kirstin do that. 

She came back into the room carrying a vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a butt plug. "Thought we could have some fun with these," she said. "I did tell you last night that I wanted to play with my toys, right?"

"Yeah, but a butt plug?" Henry had never done anal sex, though after what Kirstin had told him about her experiences, it didn't surprise him that she had. 

"What's wrong with a butt plug? Gets me ready for anal. And trust me, anal is not a bad thing."

"I'll have to take your word for it."

Kirstin stared at him. "You've never fucked a woman in the ass?"

"Nope. Never found a woman who was interested in it."

Kirstin laughed. "Wow, I never figured I had more experience than you. Well, you've got a willing woman now, so are you going to fuck my ass, big brother?"

"Maybe later. Right now, I'm going to eat your sweet little pussy."

"Oh, yeah. You've been threatening to do that since last night and haven't gotten around to it yet." She sat on the couch and squirted some lube onto the butt plug. "If you're going to eat me, do it with this in my ass, okay?"

"Um, why?"

"Because it feels good." She put some lube on her finger and rubbed it in and around her asshole. "Just like this feels good. Here, Henry." She held out the butt plug. "Put it in."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I want you to fuck my ass later, and with this in, I'll be nice and ready for you. I've never taken a cock as big as yours in my ass before, but I don't think there'll be any problem. I just have to be prepared."

"All right."

Kirstin raised her legs above her head, so her asshole was open to him. Henry had no idea how to put the butt plug in, but he had the feeling that just ramming it in wouldn't be a good idea, so he inserted it slowly. Kirstin moaned and squirmed as he did. "Mmm, I love that feeling," she said. "You're doing it just right, big brother."

"Glad to hear it."

Finally the base of the plug rested against Kirstin's ass. She lowered her legs and shifted on the couch. "Very nice. It feels like it's thrusting into me when I move." Sliding down on the couch, she said, "Okay, you've been asking to eat me since last night. Go for it."

"About time."

Henry placed her legs on his shoulders and lowered his mouth to her pussy. Her juices tasted just as he'd imagined: delicious. He lapped at her wetness for several minutes until her moans and noises implied that she was nearing orgasm, then nibbled at her clit. "Henry, holy shit!" she shouted.

He took his mouth off her long enough to ask, "Are you cumming?"

"Fuck, yes!"

"Good."

He returned to nibbling and sucking, and was rewarded a moment later by a scream as Kirstin came. He looked up at her. "Guess there's at least one thing I do well."

"You do everything well, big brother." She pulled him up beside her. "Let me suck that cock of yours again, and then we'll see if it can fit in my ass."

"Sounds good to me."

Kirstin took his cock in her mouth and sucked its head. Then she licked it up and down, massaging his balls gently with her hand. After a few moments, she stopped and handed him the bottle of lube. "Okay. I'm ready; are you?"

"I'm not sure about this."

"It's going to feel really good. Just do it nice and slow. The plug has me ready for you, but you're bigger than it is, so be slow."

While Henry lubed his dick, Kirstin pulled the butt plug out of her ass. Her hole gaped. Henry put his cockhead against it and pushed slowly forward. Kirstin gasped. "Okay, stop for a second."

"Am I hurting you?" Henry asked.

"A little, but that's okay." She took a deep breath in and let it out, and Henry felt her relax. "Okay, keep going."

Henry had to stop twice more, but finally he managed to get his entire length inside Kirstin's tight ass. He held still for a moment, adjusting to the new sensation. "I'm not going to last long," he warned.

"That's okay, I don't want you to. I love anal, but if it lasts more than a few minutes, it starts to hurt me. Go ahead, big brother. Fuck my ass, and fill it up with your cum."

Henry thrust slowly at first, but when Kirstin shouted at him to make her cum, he picked up the pace. Kirstin reached down and played with her clit while Henry fucked her. It was only a minute or two until Henry felt his orgasm about to hit. "I'm going to cum, Kirstin," he warned.

"Oh, yeah, big brother. Cum in my hot ass!"

He did. "Fucking hell, Kirstin!"

"Yeah!" She stiffened, then relaxed. "I came too, big brother. Damn, that was one of the best ass fucking's I've ever had!"

Henry pulled out of her. "My turn to go clean up."

"Yep. No more fun till you wash that thing off. Hurry back, though, big brother. We aren't done yet."



Housesitting Ch. 09



Henry thought Kirstin might join him in the shower, but his stepsister left him alone this time while he cleaned himself up from fucking her in the ass. 

Once clean, he dried off and left the bathroom to find Kirstin waiting in the hall. "My turn," she said. 

"You could have conserved water and joined me again," Henry pointed out.

"Yes, but I thought we could use a little break. Speaking of which, a couple of my friends are coming over to work on an econ assignment that's due Monday, so we're going to have to put our little fuckfest on hold for a couple hours. You don't mind, do you?"

"Do I get to watch?"

Kirstin giggled. "If watching three college freshmen do an assignment makes you hot, go for it. This is legit, Henry. Though I have to admit, Carlene's kind of cute. I wouldn't mind getting a piece of her."

"Getting a piece? You've been practicing talking like a guy?"

"It makes some of the men I know pretty hot to hear a woman talking like that about another woman. Anyway, go get some clothes on, big brother. I don't want my friends to see what they're missing. I'll be out of the shower in a few."

"You don't have any clothes with you."

"I figured I'd flash you one last time after I clean up."

She went into the bathroom and shut the door. Henry found the clothes he'd taken off the night before and put them on. While Kirstin was with her friends, he would probably go back to his apartment and change. The night before, he hadn't brought any extra clothes with him. He hadn't planned on spending the night at his dad and stepmom's house; he'd been asked to keep an eye on the place while they were away for the weekend, but had figured he would just do a quick stop and then go home. His sexy stepsister had changed his plans.

Kirstin was still in the shower when the doorbell rang. Henry opened the door to reveal two girls, one blonde, one brunette, neither as hot as Kirstin. "Who are you?" the brunette asked.

"I'm Henry, Kirstin's stepbrother," Henry replied. "Who are you?"

"I'm Una, and this is Carlene."

Henry studied the blonde. Kirstin was right, she was pretty cute. A brief image of Kirstin and these two girls in bed with him flashed through Henry's mind, but he pushed it aside before his cock could get hard. "Come on in," he said. "Kirstin's in the shower."

"No, I'm not." Kirstin came down the hall wearing a pair of short shorts and a tight, cropped tank top. "Okay, girls, ready for some exciting econ?"

"I'm going to go back to my place for a little while," Henry said. "I'll be back."

"Thanks for the warning, big brother." Kirstin licked her lips. The sight gave Henry the hard-on he'd tried not to get.

At his apartment, after he changed his clothes, Henry did some cleaning and checked his email. After about an hour, he returned to his dad and stepmom's house. From the giggles coming down the hall, it was easy to figure out where Kirstin and her friends were.

He went to the family room and peeked around the doorway. Kirstin was topless; Una was in a bra and the shorts she'd arrived in, and Carlene was completely nude. They appeared to be working on their assignment; at least, they had textbooks open in front of them. But their lack of clothes made Henry instantly hard.

He coughed, and the girls turned toward him. Carlene gasped and grabbed at the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. Una seemed stunned. Kirstin grinned and pushed her C-cup boobs up with her hands. "What do you think, big brother? Like what you see?"

"I have to admit, they're pretty hot." Henry went over to her and tweaked a nipple. "So this is how you do homework?"

"We're done, right girls?" Kirstin said.

"Wait a minute. Did your brother just grope you?" Carlene asked.

"Stepbrother," Kirstin corrected. "We aren't actually related. So yes, he did."

"Damn!" Una said. "How long have you been keeping this little secret, Kirstin?"

"Just since last night." 

"Are you going to fuck him after we leave?" Carlene wanted to know.

"Maybe, maybe not." Kirstin closed her textbook. "You'll never know. See you guys Monday in class."

"Oh, come on, you're not going to let us watch?" Una said.

"Not this time." Kirstin winked at Henry. "I don't think he's ready to put on shows quite yet. Have a good afternoon, ladies."

Grumbling, her friends packed up their books and left. As soon as they were gone, Kirstin grabbed Henry and shoved her tongue into his mouth. They kissed and groped each other by the front door until Henry couldn't stand it any more. He pushed Kirstin's shorts down, undid his pants, and lifted her up against the door. "Ever been fucked like this?" he asked.

"Once or twice."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Henry lined his cock up with her opening. "Well, you're about to be again."

"Go for it."

Henry thrust into her. It wasn't easy for him to keep his balance while he held her up against the door, but he managed, fucking her harder and faster until she finally cried out, "Henry, I'm cumming!" 

"Good girl." He thrust even harder and felt her cunt squeeze his dick as her orgasm hit.

When she recovered, he lowered her to the floor and said, "On your hands and knees."

"You aren't going to cum with me against the door?"

"I'm afraid I'd drop you," Henry admitted.

Laughing, Kirstin got down on the floor. Henry knelt behind her and pushed his cock back into her pussy. "You could fuck my ass again," Kirstin suggested.

"Not this time."

It took only a few strokes before Henry shot inside her. He pulled out and kissed her deeply. "That was hot. It turned you on to hear your friends talk about watching us, didn't it?"

"Hell yeah. I like to be watched. But maybe some other time."

"Maybe."

Kirstin stood up and pulled her shorts back up. "By the way, Mom and your dad called while you were gone. Mom's not feeling well, so they cut the trip short. They'll be back around eight tonight."

"They will?"

"Uh huh. So if there's anything you've always wanted to do, we'd better get to it. Wouldn't want them to catch us."

"No, we wouldn't."

A mischievous twinkle came into Kirstin's eyes. "I know one thing I've always wanted to do. Follow me." She skipped off down the hall.



Housesitting Ch. 10



Henry found Kirstin sitting on the edge of their parents' bed. "What are you doing in here?" he asked.

"Getting ready to fulfill a fantasy." Kirstin bounced on the bed. "It's a water bed. I've been fucked a lot, but never on a water bed. And look up." She pointed to the mirror mounted on the ceiling. "I think my mom and your dad are kinkier than we ever realized."

"Could be, but I'd rather not speculate on our parents' sex lives."

"Well, we know they have sex, but I guess you're right." Kirstin stood and shimmied out of her shorts. "So what do you think? Going to fuck me here, or what?"

"It's our parents' bed."

"That's the point. It's exciting to think about what might happen if we got caught, isn't it?" She lay down, spread-eagled. "Come on, big brother, this is your last chance to taste my pussy in this house, at least until our parents decide to have another weekend away."

Henry couldn't resist. He bent and licked her slit, enjoying the moans he brought from her. Kirstin squirmed as he tongue-fucked her opening. "Damn, Henry, why didn't you do that to me before?"

"A man has to keep some secrets."

He sucked her clit into his mouth. "Fuck, Henry!" Kirstin cried.

Eating pussy was something Henry had always loved, and he flattered himself that he was good at it. From his stepsister's reaction, he was right about his assessment of his abilities. She had one of the sweetest pussies he'd ever eaten, and he prolonged it, bringing her to the edge several times before he finally let her cum.

"Fuck, yes!" Kirstin shouted. "Oh, my god, Henry, that's the hardest I've cum yet! We're definitely going to keep doing this after this weekend. There's no way I can give up someone who eats me that well."

"Of course we're going to keep doing it," Henry said. "We'll just have to find somewhere else to do it. Like my apartment."

"I've never even seen your apartment."

"Maybe I'll take you over there tomorrow, if you don't have other plans."

"I was planning to fuck you. We were going to spend the weekend, remember? Just because Mom and your dad are coming home early doesn't mean we have to give up those plans."

"Sounds good to me."

Henry undid his jeans and took out his cock, then pulled his sister by her ankles to the edge of the bed and put her legs on his shoulders. Leaning forward, he thrust the full length of his cock into her pussy. "Fuck, that feels good!" Kirstin said. "I'm so fucking glad you caught me with that dildo last night!"

"So am I. I never would have found out how tight your cunt is otherwise." He slammed into her a few times. "Do you like that?"

"Hell, yeah!"

He fucked her harder, until both of them were sweating and moaning. "Oh, my god, that looks so fucking hot!" Kirstin exclaimed. She looked at the mirror on the ceiling. "I can see your cock sliding in and out of me, Henry. It's fucking unbelievable!"

"Glad you like the view." Henry looked down at where their bodies were joined. "Looks pretty damn hot from this angle, too."

"You're my new favorite fuck buddy," Kirstin said.

"Uh huh." Henry pounded into her. "You're my only fuck buddy."

"Really? Do you mind if I keep fucking other people?"

"You're my stepsister, not my girlfriend. I don't care what you do. In fact, it kind of turns me on to hear about it."

"Good, because it turns me on to talk about it. Like it's going to turn me on to talk about that big, thick cock of yours fucking my tight little pussy."

"Mmm, keep talking."

"Keep fucking!"

Henry did, thrusting in and out of her until both of them came at almost the same moment. Then he collapsed beside her. "How much time do we have till they get back?"

Kirstin checked the clock on the nightstand. "Only a couple hours. Long enough for you to fuck my ass again. I know you liked that."

"Yes, I did. Go get your plug and your lube."

Kirstin jumped off the bed, but hadn't made it out of the room yet when they heard the front door. "Hello, is anyone here?" Henry's father called.

"Fuck, they must have made good time getting back!" Kirstin said. 

"Quick, get to your room and get dressed," Henry told her. "I'll keep them occupied."

He fastened his jeans and headed to the front door while Kirstin gathered her clothes and scurried to her room. In the front hall, Henry's father and Kirstin's mother stood next to a suitcase. "Looks kind of messy around here," Kirstin's mother said. "You didn't have any parties, did you?"

"Please," Henry said. "When do I have time to party? Kirstin's been here, and she had a couple friends over to do some homework for one of her college classes." Of course the house was a mess; he and Kirstin had been too busy fucking to clean.

"Kirstin was here all weekend?" his father said. "That's rare."

"I decided to spend some time getting to know my big brother." Kirstin entered the hallway. "Welcome home. Sorry about the mess; we'll clean up."

"No problem," her mother said.

"So wait, you guys actually spent time together?" Henry's father said. "And you got along?"

"We got along very, very well," Kirstin said.

"Glad to hear it," her mother said. "I'm going to bed; I'm really not feeling well. Henry, thank you for taking care of things around here."

"You're welcome." Henry just hoped she never found out just what he'd taken care of.

"Speaking of taking care, I'll come tuck you in," Henry's father said. He followed his wife down the hall to the master bedroom.

Henry and Kirstin looked at each other. "Ew, that's disgusting!" Kirstin said. 

"Guess parents have sex too." Henry opened the door. "I'd better get going. Give me a call tomorrow when you're ready to come over."

Kirstin put her arms around him and gave him a passionate, tongue-filled kiss. "I'll definitely be ready to cum," she said, "See you then."

"Tease." Henry walked out the door to his car. Before he got in, he looked back at the door. Kirstin stood there, in plain sight, with her shirt up and her bare tits showing for anyone to see. Henry shook his head and got into his car. He'd pay her back for that the next day.