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From Out of the Haze

By: play_with_me



You got big boobs, that blow my mind. Excuse me, while I kiss this guy 

– Misheard lyrics

I’m 19 now, almost 20, and I think my parents are a little worried about me. I finished high school more than a year ago, and I got pretty good grades. I applied to the best schools I could think of for journalism, and between my grades, my writing samples and my SATs I got offered a full ride at each school. I deferred admission against my parent’s better judgement, and said I was going to work a year. I told them I wanted to ‘gain valuable life experience’. Realising that I wasn’t going to change my mind, they supported my choice, believing - as I did at the time - that it was just going to be one year away from school. It’s already two.

I think they pictured me working like a pig for 9 months at a couple of jobs and then backpacking Europe or the Pacific Rim for a couple of months before going to school. Instead, I got a job pumping gas, and I spend a lot of time stoned and reading books. I read a lot. I don’t just read books, I read magazines and the newspapers as well, but for the most part I read books, and I’ll read pretty much anything: trade fiction, paperback pulp, biographies and memoirs, whatever. If someone I trust says it is worth a read, I’ll pick it up. If it was something that was kind of boring, I’d just smoke some grass while I read it, and that usually helped. What started out as my occasional indulgence has become pretty much every afternoon of my life: after my morning shift at the Gas and Sip, I read books and smoke pot. 

You know what? It’s a pretty good life. I recommend it.

Of course it has some drawbacks. I read somewhere that smoking pot can decrease your libido. At least, I think I read that. I might have heard it somewhere, or saw something on TV about it, but for some reason when that fact comes to mind, I remember it as being something I read. I think there might be some truth to that, considering I haven’t jerked off in probably three weeks. I wasn’t masturbating much at all since I started smoking up, and was hardly ejaculating except for a brief period of time where I was getting head pretty much every other day from this trailer park mom who couldn’t afford gas. She was, quite frankly, a nightmare, but she gave good head and always made me feel like a stud telling me how huge a cock I have. I wouldn’t describe it as huge, but I admit I like hearing someone say it is. She was nice enough, and generally the five bucks worth of gas I bought her was a fair trade for sloppy head. It was a pretty good routine. One day I noticed she hadn’t been around in awhile as I leaned on a broom smoking my morning joint. I was kind of surprised that I didn’t really care. 

* * * * * 

I used to ride my bike to and from work, but one day I was a bit fried and I slammed my bike into a guardrail. The wheel got bent to all hell, so I decided to walk. The weirdest thing is I have a car, too. I just decided I liked the walk.

* * * * *

A few of my friends from high school came to see me their first break from university. They were all pretty wired up and excited about being away from home. They spoke of the freedom, and the intellectual stimulation, and the parties, and how once or twice they had even smoked some drugs. It struck me that except for the social aspect of it all, our lives were pretty much the same. I tried to be the good friend and pretend I was interested or happy for them, but I couldn’t really, and I think they felt that they had left me behind as their lives changed at school. Pretty soon the emails and phone calls stopped. Really, it was okay with me; I had developed my own life, and I liked it just like it was.

It all started to change when the house next door went up for sale.

Our neighbours on the east side were the Murray family. Don and Janine had both retired during my sophomore year in high school. Their kids were about halfway between my age and my parents’ age. I was barely in grade school when their youngest went away to college. The Murrays lived on the street longer than anyone else; they were here when my parents moved in, and they saw all three of us kids come home from the hospital. In a lot of ways they were like part of the family. Don played the role of big brother to my dad, helping him get used to being a home owner, etc. They talked a lot about sports and lawns. When we were kids, Janine would baby sit me and my sisters after school until my mother got home from her job, and when we were older, my parents, Janine and Don would go away for weekends. But the four bedroom house was “too much home” for a retired couple, and they sold the house in October. It sat empty until January. We didn’t ever meet the new owners during the transaction, but the Murrays said they were a nice younger couple, and that they thought it was cute that my parents would get to be the new owner’s Don and Janine. My parents seemed to like the idea.

* * * * * 

It was just after the New Year, and I was walking home from my morning shift. It had been pretty quiet at the station because most people were taking a few extra holiday days, so I spent my shift reading Mike Hammer novel and smoking a fatty. I was still a little stoned as I turned the corner onto our street. There was a big Alliance Moving van parked in the driveway next door to my house. I stopped a couple of houses up the street and leaned on a light post. The movers were carrying the craziest shit into this house, and none of it seemed to go together. Big wood sculptures that looked like something out of the Amazon followed by a stuffed lion, followed by a Scandinavian leather couch, followed by a birdcage big enough for a person. I thought it was something out of a Tim Burton movie.

After I’d been watching for about five minutes (hey, I was stoned, it was entertaining) a BMW pulled up out front of the house. I’m not much of a car guy, but I could read the little thing that said BMW, so I know that’s what it was. It looked expensive. I was impressed. Then the owner got out of the car, and I was amazed. She looked like a movie star as her long leg slide out from inside the car. She was wearing one of those dresses the Indian women wear. I think they’re called saris. But she had pale white skin and thick red hair. Her breasts stretched the fabric of the dress, I’d guess she was a full C cup, and her ass was hugged by the cut of the skirt. I felt what had become an unfamiliar stirring in my boxers.

I watched her walk up to the guy who seemed to be overseeing the move. She tipped her sunglasses back into her hair to make eye contact as she spoke with him. She smiled and laughed at something he said and put one hand on his crossed arms. His chest puffed out with pride and I think he sucked his gut in as she walked past. His head cranked around to watch her ass sway in that dress as she entered the house. The movers were carrying a French chaise and came to a standstill as she walked in. I think I imagined it, but I could hear her heels click on the ceramic tiles of the entryway.

* * * * *

That night at the dinner table, my parents talked about our new neighbours. It was just the three of us at the table, as my eldest sister Robin had moved out this past spring to live in the city, and my other sister Laura was away at third year university.

“…some sort of big bucks executive I think Don was saying. Apparently he travels for months at a time.” My dad was looking at his dinner plate as he spoke.

“Well I met her briefly today. Her name is Sondra. Not Sandra. She corrected me.” My mom laughed as she reached for her wine glass. “She’s a professor at the university. Literature I think.”

Dad reached for his wine glass. “Yeah I think Don told me that too. Quite the jet setters, apparently. Something tells me our quiet little street might not appeal to them.”

Mom sipped her wine thoughtfully. “Well, we were pretty wild when we first got here too, don’t forget. Perhaps they came looking for a change.”

“Did you see their furniture?” Neither of my parents seemed to notice my interjection. “It was some of the craziest shit.”

“Daniel, that’s no way to talk at the dinner.” My mother cut into her meat as she spoke. “But yes, I did see it, and it was rather eclectic. It looks like it cost a fortune.”

“I’ll bet it did. Don says his agent told them they paid cash for the house. No mortgage at all. Can you believe it?”

My mother raised an eyebrow. “Well, good for them.”

My father nodded, and we ate the rest of the meal in silence. I think they had decided they weren’t going to have anything to do with our new neighbours.

* * * * * 

I didn’t see much of Sondra the next few weeks, and I didn’t see her husband at all. With my parents making no effort to get to know our new neighbours, I didn’t even know the guy’s name. I blamed it mostly on working the morning shift. I was at work by 7am, and home by 2pm. Not much of anyone kept the same hours as me. As January turned into February, we had a stretch of unseasonably warm weather, and I took to sitting in the yard and reading. I was reading Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist for the second time. I think I fancied myself a sort of Stephen Dedalus. I, too, wanted to escape my people. I just finished my second smoke of the day when I heard the sound of an electric hedge trimmer and turned over to look. It was Sondra. She was standing on a step ladder trimming the top of the Murray’s privacy hedge. Her hair was in a pony tail and she was wearing a tight white t-shirt with a black bra. She saw me looking, and turned off the trimmer.

“Hello, you must be Daniel.” She smiled. 

“Um yeah. Hi. I am.” I stood up and walked toward the hedge.

“Sondra. Nice to meet you.” She looked down at the book in my hand. “Joyce? Are you reading it for class?”

I looked down at the book in my hand like I’d forgotten it was there. “Oh, um, yeah. I mean, no, not for class. I am reading it for me. I like to read.” I kept looking at her bra showing through her t-shirt.

“Really? And what do you like about Portrait?”

“I like the idea of escape, I suppose.”

She smiled again. “Yes the mythical Dedalus and Joyce’s Dedalus.” She wiped some sweat from her brow with her forearm. “I’m impressed. I teach Joyce to my first years. I think they universally despise him.”

I laughed. I’m not sure why. 

“Maybe it has something to do with the instructor though. Why don’t you come over and tell me more about what you think?”

I looked at her eyes and noticed they were green. “Right now?”

She looked around. “Sure. I think these hedges can wait. Frankly, it’s not really my thing.” She started down her ladder. “I’ll meet you at the gate,” she called once she slipped out of view.

I was still pretty stoned, and walked over to the Murray’s gate in a bit of a haze.

Sondra met me at the gate. She was wearing short khaki shorts, with the t-shirt tucked in I noticed, and white ankle socks and hiking shoes. She held her hand to shake mine. 

I took it and shook. She had a firm grip. “Good to meet you.”

She smiled again. I noticed how white her teeth were. “And you, too. Come on, let’s go inside and I’ll get us a drink.” She turned and I followed her in through the back door, my eyes on her ass the whole time.

She gestured I should sit in the living room and I did. The room had two sofas. One was Victorian, and one looked like it belonged in the Ming Dynasty. There was a split frame painting on the wall of two lovers embracing. Other than that the room was bare.

Sondra returned with two beers and sat on the sofa with me. “Cheers.” We clinked bottle necks. 

She started going on about the features of the room. It seemed like every thing in the place had a story. Her husband, contrary to Don’s intelligence gathering, was an art dealer, but he dealt without a gallery. He’d buy single pieces and find single buyers. Sondra had been teaching at the university for ten years, which by my math made her about 38. She didn’t look it. I was glad she was doing all the talking because I couldn’t get a coherent thought in my head. Between the beer and the pot and her tits straining at the t-shirt, I was clueless.

She started asking me about Joyce as we started our second beer, and at first I was pretty timid with my answers, until we started talking about escape. I spoke a bit about how I didn’t really want to go to school, and how I think I had embraced books and smoking up as the only escape I had easy access. She nodded as I spoke and sipped at her beer. She leaned back into the corner of the couch and tucked one leg under her. I could see up her shorts. Her panties were black.

“So why didn’t you go to school then? If you got full scholarships, it seems the perfect opportunity to move away and get a feel for life on your own?”

I had thought about that before. “I think what I don’t like about school is that it’s what you’re supposed to do, you know? You get out of high school, which you hate, and you go to university, which you’re supposed to love. It’s where you’re supposed to become someone, I guess, but I just like the idea of deciding when and where I become who I am going to be.”

“So you like the unexpected?” 

“Well, I like doing the unexpected, sure.”

Sondra looked me up and down a second and then leaned in and kissed me. Her eyes were closed and mine were open. The kiss was soft and tender. She opened her eyes with out pulling her face away from mine, and then she kissed me again. Harder. Her tongue pushed into my mouth. Her kisses were filled with hunger. I felt my cock harden and slide across my leg through my boxers. She pulled away from me and licked her lips.

She was breathing hard. I looked at her tits. 

I put my beer down and leaned across the couch. She spread her legs and pulled me toward her. I shoved my tongue in her mouth. I could feel her hands pulling my t-shirt up my back. I wrapped her up in my arms and pressed against her. She smiled as she kissed me. I kissed her neck and felt her start to undo my belt and pants. She slid her hands into my boxers and grabbed my ass. I started pulling her t-shirt out of her shorts. She shifted underneath me to help.

Her hand came around to grab my cock. I couldn’t believe how fucking hard I was as I throbbed in her fist. She gripped my cock hard and squeezed, pumping it up and down. I moaned into her ear as I bit at her earlobe. She pushed me back and turned me so that I was sitting on the couch. She slid off and knelt in front of me. She grabbed at my jeans and my boxers with both hands. I lifted my ass so she could pull them down. She stopped when she got them down to my ankles. “Jesus, Daniel. That is a big fucking cock.” She licked her lips and grabbed it by the base. I watched her lean and take the head of my cock into her mouth. She licked around it and swallowed the first couple of inches. She moaned with my cock in her mouth. I felt her hand jerking it up and down as she sucked. Her tongue rubbed underneath the head as she slurped up and down my shaft. I put my hands in her hair and watched her fuck my cock with her face. She was right, it did look huge.

She pulled away and reached down to pull her shirt off in one motion. Her tits looked full in the seamless bra. She reached behind her and undid the bra, shrugging it off her shoulders. Her nipples were hard and she cupped her tits in her hands.

“How do you like my tits, Daniel?” She squeezed her breasts together and rubbed at her nipples.

“They’re incredible.” 

“Mmmm,” she smiled. “I love playing with them.” She rubbed her tits in circles across her chest. “Feels so good.” She leaned back in and started sucking my cock some more. She kept taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. I could see her spit glistening up and down the length of me. She hummed with pleasure as she worked it in and out of her mouth. I started to grunt and moan as I felt myself get close to cumming. She stopped and stood up.

“Take off your shirt.”

I did what she told me.

She undid her shorts and pulled them off with her black panties. Her pussy hair was trimmed tight, and was a darker red than her head.

“I’m going to fuck that big cock.”

I looked down at it soaked in her spit. “I don’t know how long I will last.”

She knelt on the couch over me, reaching down for my cock. She pulled it up to meet her cunt and started to slide down on it. She grunted almost right away. 

“Fuck it’s thick.” She breathed in deeply. “Maybe just a little at first.” I grabbed her ass and tried to help hold her up. She fucked the first few inches of my cock, grinding around on me. 

“Suck my tits Daniel.” She arched her back and stuck those incredible tits in my face. I sucked at them hungrily, not even thinking about what I was trying to do. I bit them. She pushed down on the rest of my cock and started to spasm around me. “Oh fuck yeah, you fucking cock, Jesus.”

She started to grind up and down on me, too fast for me to keep sucking on her tits. They rubbed all over my face.

“Mmmm fuck this cock. Oh god yes. Fuck Daniel you and your fucking cock. God.” It felt like she was cumming with every thrust of my cock into her.

Her hands were up on the wall holding her up and she looked down at me. Her eyes were lit with lust. “God what a cock. I want this fucking cock every day. Every. Fucking. Day. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“God. Fuck me Daniel. Fuck it. Fuck my wet cunt nice and hard. I need it. Fuck I need it.”

I started pounding into her, not worrying about hurting her, not worrying if it felt good for her, just slamming into her cunt. It was so wet it soaked my balls and I could feel it making my asshole wet.

“Oh fuck what cock. Oh yeah. Oh God yeah.” She moaned and grunted with every thrust. “That’s it you fucker. Fuck me like a man. Make me a fucking whore.”

I started lifting up underneath her I was fucking so hard into her. I could feel my balls tighten and my cock get ready to cum. I groaned in anticipation.

“Tell me.” She looked at me. “Tell me when that fucker is going to cum.”

“Soon.” I panted out with my next thrust.

She pushed her hands down on my chest and lifted off me. My cock slid out of her with a wet slap on my stomach. She quickly knelt in front of me and started jacking my cock off. I was looking at her tits. She leaned in and cupped them around my cock.

“Fuck my tits Daniel. I want that big cock cumming all over them.” I watched my cock pump up and down between her tits. It looked so good. I clenched my teeth and moaned. My cock started to erupt all over her. It splashed out onto her chest and neck, and then oozed out onto her tits.

“Mmmmm yeah baby. That is so hot.”

My cock softened between her tits and she sat back. I saw my cum run down between her breasts. Her skin was red from the rubbing. She ran her hands through it, rubbing it into her skin and across her breasts. “So nice.”

I leaned my head back onto the couch. I was feeling light headed. I rolled my head to the side and looked out the window. My sister Laura was standing there. Her eyes were wide. She saw me looking at her and quickly stepped out of sight. I let out a short gasp.

Sondra looked quickly over at the window. “What is it?”

“Nothing. I mean, I thought it was something, but it’s nothing.” I turned back to look at her. She seemed to be suddenly self conscious and was pulling her t-shirt over her head.

“It wasn’t the cable guy, was it?”

I laughed. “No, I think I’m just a little light headed”

“Well ok. I don’t think I was in the mood for another porno scene anyway.”

I looked at her. I was confused.

“You know, cable guy walks in while couple fucks. Threesome ensues.”

I laughed. “Oh yeah.”

She pulled her shorts on. “Frankly I don’t think my pussy could take it. That was quite a surprise you’re packing.”


From Out of the Haze Ch. 02



It may sound like a complete cliché, but it really was a moment stopped in time: I can see myself kneeling on the living room floor, my cock shoved up my sister’s wet cunt, the mix of her juice and my cum running down my shaft and wetting my balls, she’s kneeling over me, her ass pressed against my stomach, her big tits in my hands, still grinding up and down on me, and in the doorway stands my rain soaked mother. 

In the time it took for one drop of rain to roll off the end of her rain coat and splash down onto the ceramic tile floor, I knew this wasn’t a good thing.

Laura, my sister, was still grinding and grunting on me with her eyes shut as I stopped moving beneath her. She opened her eyes. She stopped moving. And for another moment, the two of us just looked at my mother.

“…I needed to come back for the insurance documents...the cottage…repairs…” Obviously my mother was having trouble processing what she was seeing.

I still had my hands on Laura’s tits. My cock was still in her, but softening. She leaned back on me. 

My mother turned away and walked toward the kitchen. 

“Holy fuck.” Laura ran her hands through her hair. “Fuck this is not good. Shit Dan, this is so not good.” She started to lift herself from me. I let go of her tits. “Did you see her?”

I nodded, even though Laura wasn’t looking at me.

“How do we explain this?” She was grabbing her robe and trying to figure out how to put it on as though she’d never seen it before.

I sat back on the floor.

Laura got her robe on, and tied it shut. “We can’t explain this.” She hugged herself. “Oh god I think I’m going to be sick.” She ran out of the room.

Me? What did I think? I didn’t think anything, but I knew I wanted to get high. I pulled on my pants and boxers. I picked up my t-shirt but didn’t put it on, and went out to the garage to smoke some pot.

* * * * *

For almost the entire joint I managed not to think. I didn’t notice my cock wet in my boxers, or the smell of sex on me. I didn’t notice the drying juices in my pubic hair. I didn’t think about my sister’s incredible tits. I didn’t think about anything at all. Just inhaled. Exhaled. Watched the light hanging from the ceiling not move; for some reason I always wanted it to sway. I thought about jumping up and slapping the light to get it to swing back and forth, but figured I would probably break it if I did that, and then I’d have another headache. That’s when I remembered what the first headache was, and then I wasn’t enjoying getting high all of a sudden.

The rain still hammered across the garage roof.

The door from the house opened behind me. I didn’t turn around to look. 

“I took the time to pack some of your things. I wasn’t sure what you wanted, but if you need something you can let me know later.” It was my mother.

I flicked the end of my jay into the garbage pail. “Are we going somewhere?”

“I think it would be best if you stayed with your sister for awhile.” It was obvious she meant Robin, not Laura. 

I turned to look at my mom. She held out an old gym bag. I accepted it from her and took a quick look inside. I looked back at her face. I think I expected to see tears on her face, or at least some sort of anger. She looked sad. 

“I don’t know what to tell your father. I mean, I don’t know if I should tell your father. I’ll talk to your sister.” She pulled her car keys out of her rain coat pocket. “Come on, we should get going.”

I realised I was in a bit of a haze from the pot, so I chose the path of least resistance and followed my mother into the rain and the car.

* * * * *

Laura didn’t remember falling asleep. After her mother walked in on them, she went to the washroom and thought she would be sick. When that didn’t happen she went to her room and buried her face in her pillow. Being in her childhood room somehow made it okay to act like a child. The house was quiet for awhile, and then she heard all the movement downstairs. She thought about going down and saying something to her mother. Then she heard the car start and leave the house. She didn’t hear it come back. When she woke she lay in bed and listened. She didn’t hear any taps run, or any floorboards creaking. No sound of a TV or radio. She mustered up some courage and left her room.

The house was empty. Laura could tell as soon as the seal of her closed bedroom door was broken. On the kitchen table was a note from her mother.

“You’re welcome to stay the rest of the week. I’m not sure your father and I will be back from the cottage, as it looks like there is quite a bit of work to be done up there. I’m sorry we didn’t get to spend more time together. Love, Mom”

Laura read it twice despite how short it was. It didn’t say anything about Daniel. Laura’s stomach felt weak. She called her sister.

* * * * *

The ride into the city was silent except for the rain and the squeak of the windshield wipers. A few times I opened my mouth to speak, but didn’t say anything. My mother didn’t look at me, and after awhile, I stopped looking at her.

When we arrived out front of Robin’s apartment building, she said, “Wait here a moment, please.”

I watched her get out of the car and go to the apartment door buzzer. The car was in park, but the engine still running. She spoke into the receiver for a moment or two and then came back to the car. She opened my door for me. “I’m not sure how long I can ask your sister to let you stay here. It will be at least a few days, I think.” She stepped away from the door to let me out of the car.

I stood up beside my mother. The rain was running down the hood of her coat. She was short, like Laura. Short and busty. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Robin standing at the main door to the apartment.

“I guess I’d better get going.” 

Mom nodded, still not looking at me, her arms crossed. I thought I should try to hug her, but it seemed like a bad idea.

I turned away and walked over to Robin. She gave me a gentle smile. I heard the car pull away.

“Hey,” Robin said.

“Hey,” I said back.

We went up to her apartment.

* * * * *

Robin was more like me and Dad than Laura or Mom. Long and lean with dark hair and features, she looked very French. At least I always thought she looked French. She’d gone to a good school and received an honours degree in marketing. Dad didn’t like the choice. He thought she should take more of a general business study. He saw it as ‘style over substance’, and that had always hurt Robin. Looking around Robin’s apartment, I agreed. It looked like the inside of a catalogue. Everything was new. She embraced style over substance sometimes, but I don’t think she’s shallow. Materialistic, maybe. Robin grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. She was really an attractive woman. Very polished. She handed me a beer: imported, of course.

“So, are you going to tell me what this is all about?”

I looked at her from under the edge of my brow.

“What? Am I supposed to guess?” Robin laughed a little and took a sip from her green beer bottle. She was forcing it a bit.

“Well, what did Mom say?” I looked away from her and pulled at the bottle’s label.

“She said she couldn’t go into it, but that you two were at the door, and would it be okay if you stayed with me for a few days.”

“That’s it?”

Robin clinked her bottle neck against mine. “Drink up. That’s it.”

I took a mouthful of beer. It tasted pretty good. I was relieved she didn’t know. I breathed in and out deeply after I swallowed. “Wow.”

Robin leaned to her side a little over the edge of the couch. “Hello? Conversation? Two people looking at each other exchanging dialogue?”

I turned to look at her. She was smiling.

“Whatever it is, I want you to know I’m your sister, and I love you, and you can talk to me if you need to, okay?”

“Yeah, I know Robin. Shit, of course I know that. You’ve always been there for me.”

“Damn right I have been. I changed your diapers, buddy.” Robin was nine years older than me. “I’ve seen you naked!” She laughed again, and this time it was more natural.

I almost spat out a mouthful of beer. I choked it back and coughed briefly.

“First beer there, kid?”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “No, had a few of these lately.”

Robin looked at the bottle in my hand and back at me. “Oh shit. I didn’t even think that was… I mean why would I? Oh I’m sorry Dan.” She reached out for my bottle. “Maybe you should give that to me.”

“What?” I didn’t get what she was going on about, but I handed her the beer.

“This is why you’re here, right? I can’t believe Mom didn’t say anything. Fuck, wait until I get her on the phone.” She walked into the kitchen and began to empty the open beers into the sink.

“Okay, what are you doing?”

“Dan, it’s okay man. If you’re having some sort of trouble with drinking. I mean I wondered why you didn’t go to school; I guess this has been going on awhile? God I feel like such an insensitive bitch.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh shit Robin, I’m not a drunk.”

Robin stopped emptying the beers. “You’re not?”

“No, I’m really not.” I was still laughing.

“Fuck.” Robin looked down at the sink. “These are expensive, man!”

“Well then we’d better enjoy the next two.” I walked over and opened the fridge, pulled out a beer, popped the top for Robin and handed it to her. I did the same for me. “Cheers and thanks.”

Robin saluted her me with her bottle and took a drink.

* * * * * *

The ringing phone woke me up. I wasn’t sure if I should answer. I decided not to pick up the phone. I heard my sister’s muffled voice from her bedroom say hello. Thinking it might be my mom, I listened more closely.

“…yeah he’s here. Sure he’s okay, do you want to talk to him….Okay, are you alright….You’re sure you’re alright….Why don’t you come over and hang with the two of us, I mean there’s nothing to do there with Mom and Dad at the cottage, right…Why wouldn’t it be a good idea….No, he didn’t say anything. Neither did Mom. Why? Do you know?”

My heart was in my throat. Robin’s voice got quiet. There was more dialogue, and then her sister voice got louder. 

“Okay, well take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything….Yeah that sounds like a good plan….Okay, bye.”

I sat up in the spare bed. The room had lousy semi transparent sheers instead of a good block out the light blind. It was bright in here. I heard Robin walk to my door. She knocked. “You up?” She opened the door and poked her head in.

“Yeah. Phone woke me.”

She stepped into the room. She was wearing an over sized t-shirt. “Me too.” She took a step toward the foot of the bed. “It was Laura.” I could tell she wanted to see my face react. I don’t think it did. She sat on the edge of the bed. “She told me.” Robin put her hand on my ankle through the sheets. “It’s okay.”

I looked away from her; I was about to cry. I looked back at her. She smiled at me with such warmth. I felt the tears subside.

She cleared her throat and looked around the room. She looked back at me. “So, was it good, or what?”

I laughed really hard. She laughed too. I threw a pillow at her. She caught it and put it across her lap. “Well, I don’t know? What else do you say?”

“Yeah I don’t know what you say either,” I laughed. “Or what I say? I guess I say ‘Yeah it was good.’ Really fucking good.”

We both stopped laughing. Robin brushed her hair away from her face with two fingers. “Yeah, I figured it would be.”

* * * * *

After Laura got off the phone with Robin she felt relieved. Her first thoughts today were all around getting the hell out of her parents’ house. Now that she knew she would be the only one there, it seemed more appealing than going back to her dorm room, especially with everyone on a reading break. Laura got showered and dressed. She decided to sit out back and eat a bowl of fruit, and enjoy the mid morning sun.

The birds were finishing their morning songs as Laura drank her water and looked around the yard. She heard the clatter of a ladder in the Murray’s yard. Of course, it wasn’t the Murrays anymore. A red headed woman climbed into view. It was the woman Laura had seen fuck Dan. She had an electric hedge trimmer in her hand, and seemed to be surveying the hedge, trying to figure out where to begin. She was very attractive. She noticed Laura looking at her. She laughed. “I don’t know where I left off the other day.”

Laura laughed back. “Oh yeah, I hate it when that happens.”

The red haired woman cocked her head to one side, “Really, do you do a lot of hedge trimming?”

Laura laughed harder. “No, not at all actually.”

The red haired woman smiled. “Me neither.” They smiled at each other. “I’m Sondra, the new neighbour.”

“I’m Laura, Don and Janine’s middle kid.”

Sondra smiled back. “Oh really? I’ve met your brother.”

I’ll bet you have, Laura thought to herself and kept smiling.

“I was just thinking about having some iced tea Laura, why don’t you join me.”

Thinking she didn’t have a better offer, Laura agreed.

* * * * *

Laura couldn’t get over how ugly the décor was in Sondra’s house. Everything seemed overdone. Sondra seemed elegant despite the surroundings, even in her short overalls and ragged t-shirt.

They had some small talk about what a mild month they were having. Laura discovered Sondra was a literature professor. They talked about school and Laura’s plans after graduation.

“Don’t worry about where you get your masters,” Sondra advised. “Take the best deal for you, because in the real world, they’ll be impressed that you chose based on gain, rather than sacrificed for prestige.”

Laura wasn’t sure if Sondra was insinuating that she might not get a strong offer from a good school.

“Of course if the Harvards of the world offer you the moon, so much the better.” She smiled over her iced tea. Laura decided that she wasn’t patronizing her.

“Both my parents want me to go to their alma maters, but I think I like the idea of going somewhere different.” The ice cubes bumped against each other in Laura’s glass.

“I can see that. I went to the same school that my family has gone to for generations. I wonder sometimes if my life would be different otherwise.” Sondra looked out the window. She could see the edge of Laura’s house. “Where’s your brother today?”

“Dan?”

“Yes, Dan.” Sondra smiled.

“He went to stay with my sister.”

“Lucky her.”

Laura looked at Sondra. Sondra was smiling. Catlike. “Yeah, they should have fun together.”

“Your brother’s fun, is he?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“I could say that, but would you?”

“Yeah I would say that.” Laura’s pussy was getting wet. She could feel it, still sore from yesterday.

“He’s an impressive young man.”

“He is.”

“Incredible fuck.”

Laura looked Sondra in the eye. Her eye was gleaming. “Really.”

“Yes. Huge cock.”

“I know.”

“I know you know.” Sondra leaned to the side of the couch, one hand propping up her head. “I saw you.”

Laura was speechless for a moment.

“When I pulled my shirt off, I saw you watching.” Sondra put her drink down. “So, did it look as good as it felt?”

Laura swallowed. “Yes.”

One strap of Sondra’s overalls had fallen to the side. “What did you like best?”

Laura looked at the overall strap. “Watching him cum on your tits.”

“Mmmm. It was so good. That big, hot cock, just ramming up and down.” Sondra moved a little in her seat. “He cums in quarts.”

Laura nodded. 

“God the way it stretches you open.” Sondra laughed. “Like fucking a baseball bat.”

Laura looked away from Sondra.

“Have you ever had something that big inside you? Ever fucked a cock that long? That fat?”

Laura closed her eyes. She could feel her thong sticking to her. 

“Do you know what it’s like to have something that hot and hard pounding in and out of you?”

Laura nodded. 

She could feel Sondra lean in close to her. “I’ll bet you do.” Sondra whispered inches from Laura’s ear. “I’ll bet as soon as you saw that big dick fucking me, you had to have it in you. Had to suck it. Had to fuck it.” Sondra grabbed a handful of one of Laura’s breasts and squeezed. “Had to have it between these nice big tits.” 

Laura moaned. “Oh fuck it was good.”

Sondra kissed her, pulling the two of them together. Their tongues worked each other’s. Laura felt Sondra’s breasts press against hers. Her bra creaked. She kissed back harder. She kissed along Sondra’s jaw and neck. 

Sondra started pulling Laura’s shirt off. “Oh God I wish I could have watched you two.”

Laura bit her earlobe.

Sondra started to undo Laura’s pants. “Where did you fuck him?”

Laura sucked behind Sondra’s ear. “In the living room.”

Sondra stood the two of them up and pushed Laura’s pants down. “On the couch?” She kissed Laura.

Laura broke the kiss. “On the floor.” She pulled at Sondra’s overall straps. “No, he ate me on the couch, then we fucked on the floor.”

Sondra stepped out of her overalls as they fell to the floor. “Is he a good pussy eater?” She stepped back and pulled her t-shirt off. They were wearing almost identical cream bra and thong sets. “I’ll bet he’s so good.”

Laura looked Sondra up and down, “He made me cum before his cock was even in me.”

Sondra embraced her and kissed her again, then broke the kiss. “I love your underwear.”

Laura smiled and laughed. “Thanks. Yours too.”

Sondra undid Laura’s bra. “God I’d kill to have tits like these for a day.” She leaned down and pulled a nipple up to her mouth.

“They’re all yours.”

Sondra moaned with her mouth full of Laura’s big tit.

Laura slid a hand into Sondra’s thong. She was soaked. Laura slipped her fingers past Sondra’s clit and into her pussy. Sondra moaned again. Laura finger fucked her forcefully.

Sondra looked up at her. “On the floor. Naked.”

They both dropped to their knees, sliding their thongs off as they went down. They embraced again sucking at each other’s tongues. Laura pulled the cups of Sondra’s bra down and bit one of her nipples.

“God take it off.” 

Laura undid the bra and let it fall to the ground.

Sondra pushed Laura onto her back. “I have to eat it; fuck I want to eat it.”

Laura grabbed her head just before her tongue touched Laura’s lips. “No, turn around.”

Sondra turned around over Laura, easing her sopping wet pussy into Laura’s face as she started to lick Laura’s lips. Laura grabbed Sandra’s ass cheeks and spread her open. They both tongue fucked each other, moaning into each other’s juicy cunt. Neither of them worried if the other one could breathe.

* * * * *

Robin and I ate some cereal, because that was all she had in the house. The meal was understandably brief, with the only conversation being about the groceries we were about to go buy. Robin showered before we ate, and I was glad she didn’t feel the need to cover up in front of me given what happened between Laura and I. Robin wore her usual post shower wardrobe: towel on her head, terry cloth robe. Her robe opened a little as we ate and I noticed her tanned chest, but didn’t see any cleavage. She sat with one leg tucked under her and I appreciated her runner’s thigh. Other than that, it seemed pretty normal, and I decided that I wasn’t a raging incestuous pervert. And more importantly, it didn’t seem like Robin thought I was either.

* * * * * 

Grocery shopping in the city was a little different than the suburbs. We didn’t go get in the car. We didn’t drive out to some 80 000 square foot neon and concrete monstrosity. We walked. We went to the local market, which was maybe 2000 square feet and run by what my father would call, “Hard working immigrants – the lifeblood of our country”. We didn’t come with a list, either. Mom always shopped with a list, and when she sent me, she sent me with a list, and I was under strict orders not to deviate.

“Do you like fruit with breakfast?” Robin and I were standing in the ‘produce section’. It was about five feet of selection.




From Out of the Haze Ch. 02



“Sure.”

“Melons, grapefruit, or oranges?” She was squeezing the various fruit options.

“Melons.”

“Really? I thought you’d be more an orange guy.”

“Nah, I like melons.”

“Well, you’re at my house now, and in my house we have oranges.” She bagged some oranges and handed them to me.

“Okay.”

“I don’t know what we should have for dinner. What about salad? Should I put cucumber or carrot in the salad?”

“Cucumber.”

“Well, I’m glad we can agree on that.” She grabbed two long fat cucumbers.

We walked over to the meat.

“I’ve been in the mood for sausage.”

“Do they have any here?” I didn’t see any.

Robin frowned. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“Well maybe I’ll get some tuna and we can have salad nicoise?”

I nodded like I knew what it was.

“Great, go get some eggs.”

I went and got the eggs.

“Get some cream, too,” Robin called after me.

I got cream.

* * * * *

We took the groceries back to Robin’s apartment and put most of it in the fridge. She told me to get out a couple of beers, and I did.

We sat on the couch again and Robin flipped on the TV.

“What else did you want to do today?” She stopped on a re run of The Price is Right.

“Whatever. I’m good.” I took a long drink from my bottle. It was near the end of the episode; it was a travel showcase. The Barker Beauty was spilling out of her one piece a little. I thought of Laura. My cock hardened briefly in my pants.

“Well what do you usually do all day?”

“Um, not a lot really. I read.”

“Every day?”

“Pretty much.”

“What are you reading right now?”

I realised I had no idea what I was reading right now. I laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“I have no idea what I am reading right now.”

Robin laughed too. “Oh you’re way over.” The contestant bid more than $20 000. 

I looked at her. She was wearing a loose off the shoulder shirt. It was kind of vintage Salvation Army I thought, but was probably some crazy expensive designer shirt. Her jeans were faded, but it didn’t look like from wear. Her feet were bare, and I noticed her toenails were painted bright red. I followed up her legs to her waist, and then to the slight curve of her breast. She had a long, lovely neck. 

“Dan?”

I looked up at her face. I realised she’d been watching me look at her. “Sorry.” She smiled a comforting smile. “It’s okay.”

I took a sip from my beer.

“So how did it happen?”

I knew what she was asking about. “How did what happen?”

She took a mouthful of beer and then replied, “You and Laura.”

“Ahm, I don’t know if I want to go there.” I put my bottle down and rubbed my hands on my knees. It was a nervous habit since I was a kid.

“Sure, that’s okay. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I’m just a big believer in talking about things, you know? I find it’s never so much what people do, so much as it’s important to understand why people do what they do. Like in your case I think it might be good to examine the beginning and see…”

“She saw me fucking the next door neighbour.”

“Holy shit! You fucked Mrs. Murray?”

I laughed. “Fuck, no. The Murrays moved like five months ago or something. We have new neighbours.”

Robin laughed too. “God, I should hope so. Mrs. Murray must be like seventy or something.”

“Yeah I think about that, maybe a little less? I dunno.”

Robin drank more of her beer and then put it down on the coffee table. She crossed her legs under her and turned to face me on the couch. “So, what’s the new neighbour lady like?”

I smiled. “I think she’s a little nuts. The decorating is crazy. She’s a professor at the university.”

“How long have things been going on between the two of you?”

I scratched the back of my head. “Um, just once.”

“Really? Wow, and Laura stumbled in on you? Was it at mom and dad’s?”

“No, Laura came home as I went into Sondra’s house. She came over after getting settled to introduce herself, and well, that’s when she saw us.”

“Sondra is the new neighbour lady?”

“Yeah.”

“How old is she?”

“I dunno, about 38 maybe?”

Robin gave me a soft punch in the shoulder. “Stud.”

We laughed.

“How do you know she saw you? Did she tell you?”

“No, I looked out the window after it was over, or I guess as it was ending or whatever and I saw her there looking in, and, yeah.”

“So then what? She was just so overcome with lust that she jumped you when you got home?”

I looked at Robin and smiled. “Yeah I guess that’s the kind of effect I have on all women. Even family.”

Robin snorted. “Yeah okay buddy.”

“No it didn’t happen like that. We went out a couple of nights later with a couple of her friends and some stuff happened, and I guess she liked what she saw.”

“You hooked up with one of her friends?”

“Sort of, I mean not really, well yeah she gave me head.”

“Jesus. New cologne?” 

I shrugged. 

“Who was the friend?”

“Michelle.”

“I don’t know her.”

“I don’t either really.”

“Well, better than me, apparently.”

“Apparently.”

“Still, what happened that put it over the edge?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well what were you doing right before you fucked her?”

“I came down from a nap and she was watching TV.”

“And then what?”

“And then we tried to decide what to do.”

“And then what?”

“And then she asked me how big it was.”

“How big what was?” It occurred to Robin. “Oh, nevermind.”

I think I blushed. 

“So you showed her?”

“Well I asked her bra size, I think.”

“And she showed you?”

“No she told me.”

“So you told her.”

“Yeah.”

“And then the showing.”

“Right.”

“And so on.”

I nodded.

“Well, I guess there was more to it, somehow. Maybe the exposure to you as a sexual animal makes it all seem more intense or erotic or something.” Robin leaned back and uncrossed her legs. She slid on in behind me and put the other on the floor. “Like, I’d have no problem telling you my bra size, or hearing how big your penis was. Not that I’m sitting here wondering or whatever. I just mean sometimes it can be conversation.”

“34b.”

Robin laughed and gave me a little kick. “Pretty impressive. Have you been studying the Victoria’s Secret catalogue or something?”

I shrugged. “Nah, I just have an eye for it I guess.”

“Well yeah, I guess I take more after Dad’s side than Mom’s side.”

“Me too.”

“Really? I remember Mom telling me that Dad was hung like a horse one night. Well she wasn’t telling me, she was telling Mrs. Murray I think, after a few drinks of course, I just happened to be in the room.” Robin closed her eyes and yawned. 

I didn’t really know what to say to that.

“So why do you think Mom sent you here?”

“I don’t know? I think she was kind of in shock or whatever after she walked in on us, and didn’t really know what to do.”

“Well, you’re safe here.”

“Safe from what?”

“From whatever. Dad if he decides he wants to kill you, for one thing.”

I hadn’t even thought of that. “Do you think she’d tell him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I can’t see her keeping secrets from him.”

“Wow. He might totally flip out.”

“Well Laura was always his little girl, right?”

“She’s not little anymore.”

“In his eyes she always will be.” Robin stretched. I tried not to look at her breasts as her back arched. They were really full for their size. “Mom must be devastated. You’re her favourite, her baby.”

“No, I think she liked you best.” “Please. That’s not the role of the eldest child. We’re the difficult one, the one who breaks all the rules first. The one they’re happy to see leave the house when you go. You guys had it easy after me.”

“You and Mom have the most in common.”

Robin smirked. “Not everything, mister melon man.”

I laughed. “They both have huge boobs.”

“I know. It used to bug me when I was younger. All I wanted was to fill out a sweater like Mom, and then when Laura got bigger than me, I was like, ‘This is SO not fair.’ But whatever, I’m happy with my body now. Finally.”

“You should be.”

“Well thanks, little brother.”

“You’re welcome big sister.”

We were quiet for a minute.

Robin pushed her foot against my ribs. “What are you thinking?”

I was thinking about Laura again. “Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Laura.”

“What about her?”

“Man, I don’t know if I should be talking to you about this.”

“Dan, like you can ever talk to anyone about this?”

I grimaced a little. “Yeah.”

“So what about her.”

“About what she tastes like.”

“And, what does she taste like?”

“Good.”

“Doesn’t any pussy taste good by the fact that you’re lucky enough to be there eating it?”

“Some are better than others.”

“Really, and what makes a pussy taste better.”

“Who it belongs to, I guess? I dunno. Diet?”

Robin laughed. “Probably, but I suppose you are right: it’s contextual. The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.” 

I sighed. “Yeah I think there’s something to that.”

“Think you’ll do it again?”

“What?”

“Eat the forbidden fruit.”

I didn’t know. I thought despite everything, that I probably would. “Yeah I think so.”

“You mean after all this, you’re willing to do it again?”

I nodded.

“Is she?”

Something told me she was. “Yeah, I think so.”

Robin bit at her lip. Her voice sounded almost dreamy. “Yeah I imagine she is.”

Something about the way she said that made my cock swell.

Robin swung her other leg onto my lap. “Here, give me a foot rub.” Her foot was resting against my cock. 

I looked down at her foot and then at Robin. Her eyes were wide. She pulled her foot away.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” I didn’t know what to say at all.

Robin sat up. She was closer to me than before. “What made that happen? Was it thinking about yesterday?”

I shook my head.

Robin put her hand on mine. “Was it me?”

I nodded.

“Oh man.” Robin stood up. I noticed her jeans rode low on her hips. They were a little too big. I could see the waist of her panties. They were cotton. 

My cock was starting to throb and get harder, despite my quiet urging to do otherwise.

“Dan, what’s going on with you? Is it just like any woman at all for you now?” Robin had one hand on her hip and was gesturing at me with the other.

“No, of course not, I mean, no, not at all.” I didn’t know. Maybe it was just any woman at all could get me hard.

Robin was looking at my face. I saw her eyes drop down to my crotch. I knew my cock was hard enough she could see the outline of it in my pants. She returned to eye contact.

“So it’s because it was me.”

“Yes.” I saw her eyes flash down again.

“That cock is hard right now, because of me.”

I nodded, looking up at her. She wasn’t even trying to make eye contact anymore. 

“I don’t have big tits, Dan.”

“No, you’re more like me and Dad.” I paraphrased her.

She pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the ground. Her breasts looked full and firm in her plain bra. She reached out and embraced me, bringing her bra to my face. I closed my eyes and held her close.

“Let’s go the bedroom, Dan. I want to taste the forbidden fruit.”

She stepped away from me and I stood up behind her. She walked toward the bedroom. I could see she was undoing her pants as she walked. I pulled my t-shirt off as we crossed into her bedroom. She slipped her pants down, bending over as she took them off. I quickly pulled off my pants and boxer shorts. She was still facing away from me. I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, pushing my cock between the cheeks of her ass.

“Take my panties off.”

I pushed them over her hips and slipped them down to the ground. I stood up as she stepped out of them. My cock was back between the cheeks of her ass. I reached up to cup her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard.

She turned around and took my face in her hands, reaching up to kiss me. It was soft. Slow. I felt my cock twitch against her flat belly. She kissed my neck and down to my chest. She lowered herself to her knees, her hands sliding down my back and sides. She grabbed the base of my cock and pulled it toward her mouth. She licked the head of it. I put my hands on her shoulders. Her eyes were closed. She kissed and licked at the head of my cock tenderly. I wanted so badly to shove my cock in her mouth. My hips shifted.

“Wait,” she said, her eyes still closed, between kisses on the shaft of my cock, “I want to take this slow.”

I closed my eyes and raised my chin. I focussed on the feeling of her hand and mouth on my cock. She was making love to me with her mouth. 

She took about half of it in her mouth all at once, sliding her head up and down me, twisting her hand around the rest of my cock. She slurped it out of her mouth. “Mmmm, so nice and long, so much to enjoy.” She opened her mouth wide and slid her lips down the shaft of me; I felt the head of my cock in the back of her mouth. She sucked and licked it in and out. I could feel myself getting close.

She took me out of her mouth. 

I opened my eyes and looked down at her. She was looking up at me, my cock resting against her cheek. It looked massive beside her delicate face.

She stood up and kissed me. I felt my cock wet against her skin. Her mouth was hot. I held her close. She gently pushed me toward the bed. I lied down on it, and she climbed on over me.

We kissed more. Still slowly. Deeply. I had my hands in her hair, and found myself excited by the smell and texture. She was rubbing her slit up and down the shaft of my cock. I didn’t even try and push it in her. She moaned softly while she kissed me. She was soaking wet.

I felt her hips shift and the head of my cock push into her. She looked me in the eye as she pushed down on me. “Dan,” she whispered. I was all the way inside her.

I felt our legs rubbing together as I slid my hands down to cup the cheeks of her ass. She moved on top of me; I rolled my hips up into her. 

I kissed along her jaw and to the back of her neck. She turned her head away from me. I pushed her hair out of the way and kissed the nape of her neck. We continued to move slowly, my cock working half in and half out of her. Robin put her hands down on either side of me and pushed herself up. She rode me, her hair falling in her face. I looked down at the dark patch of her pubic hair and she leaned back, showing me what my cock looked like swollen inside her. She reached down with one hand and rubbed at her clit. I started to cum. As I closed my eyes I saw hers widen, and felt her pussy start to suck at the length of me squeezing inside her. “Oh yes, Dan, that’s it. Do it baby.” Her voice pitched and she let out a long moan. I reached up and pulled her to me, kissing her deeply, both of us out of breath.

She pulled away and tucked her hair behind her ear. “It’s nice when no one walks in on you, isn’t it?”

I laughed, and felt Robin’s body laugh against mine. My laugh quickly faded though as I thought of Mom.

“Don’t worry Dan. It will be okay. Mom got over walking in on me and Laura.”

* * * * *



From Out of the Haze Ch. 03



I woke up to the sound of laugher. It was muffled. The bedroom door was closed. I looked around; I was in Robin's room. I reached down between my legs. I was hard. Sunlight peeked around the crack between the blinds and the window sill. I stroked my cock gently for a few minutes, thinking of the women who'd felt this recently: Sondra and her aggression; Laura and her passion; Robin and her embrace. Then I remembered the look on my mother's face as she dropped me off here. My cock softened.

I slid out of bed and pulled on my jeans. I opened the bedroom door and looked into the living room. My sisters were sitting on the couch, laughing. They turned to look at me.

"Good afternoon, sleepy." Robin was smiling at me. That smile was addictive.

I looked over at Laura. "Hey," she said, looking at me, her eyes seemed a little sad, but then a smile crept into them.

"Hi." I looked at Laura when I said it and then smiled back at Robin. Laura was wearing a white ribbed t-shirt and warm up pants. Her tits stretched the shirt tight. I felt my cock stir. God they were big. Robin had on a silk robe and was drinking coffee. Her hair was still damp from a recent shower.

"Go have a shower. We'll make you some breakfast." Robin put her mug down and stood up as she spoke to me.

I looked back and forth between the two of them.

Robin smiled again. "Go on, into the shower. You stink."

I laughed, scratched the back of my head and went to the shower.

* * * * * 

I showered hot and watched the steam float over the shower curtain toward the light. I didn't really know what to think. I spent most of yesterday with Robin. Each time was softer and tenderer than the time before. It felt like we were lovers, not just two people fucking, if I could make that distinction. I didn't want the day to end. I don't even remember falling asleep.

With Laura it was different. Animal. Lustful. Dirty. Raw. I wanted her again, but wasn't sure if I could take it again. I didn't ask Robin about her and Laura. It seemed like something about it wasn't my business. As I stood in the shower I wondered if there was ever a time I had a clue that anything like that was going on between them, and I decided that I really had no idea.

There was a banging on the bathroom door. "Your pancakes are getting cold." It was Robin.

I turned off the tap.

* * * * *

So it was cereal, and it wasn't getting cold. Robin said that in a perfect world she would make pancakes, but hey, this wasn't one. Laura sat with us at the table, quietly munching a banana. There were no oral acrobatics this time. I didn't know what to say, so I ate the cereal.

Robin did some dishes, and generally kept herself busy. As I put the last spoonful into my mouth, she turned off the tap and started drying her hands. "Kinda tense in here, isn't it?"

I looked up at Laura. She looked over at her sister.

"Kinda," Laura agreed.

"I guess we should just get it out of the way."

I looked back and forth between them. They seemed to be holding each other's stare.

Robin walked across the kitchen to Laura and put her hands on Laura's face. She leaned down and kissed her, deeply, pushing her tongue into Laura's mouth. Laura breathed in, her breasts sticking out at her sister. She reached up and slid her hands up along Robin's ribs. The fabric of her silky robe rippled around Laura's hands.

One of them made a low "Mmmm" sound. I couldn't tell which. My cock throbbed in my pants.

Robin broke the kiss. "Come on, let's go to bed." She stood up and stepped toward the bedroom. Laura got up and followed her. I watched the two of them walk out of the kitchen. For about the amount of time it takes for my body to realise I want to stand up, I thought about not following. 

* * * * *

The two of them were standing at the side of the bed in each other's arms. They were kissing quickly, and hard. Robin was reaching down and pulling Laura's t-shirt up, Laura leaned back so her sister could pull it over her head. I stood in the doorway and looked at Laura's big tits swelling out of her bra. Robin's robe was undone; I could see her naked breasts pressed against Laura's massive tits. Robin's hands went to Laura's tits, squeezing them through the white lacy bra. Laura pushed her own pants down over her hips, and I watched her ass wiggle out and noticed her matching thong. They kissed each other and I followed their hands with my eyes as they ran their hands up and down each other's backs. 

Robin slipped her robe over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She sat back on the bed, and Laura dropped to her knee in front of her.

Laura rubbed her hands up and down Robin's thighs, looking up at her sister as she leaned in and opened her mouth to slip her tongue into Robin's pussy. Robin closed her eyes and her head went back as she moaned. I could hear how wet she was as Laura licked and sucked at her pussy. 

Robin looked over at me. "Get naked for us Dan."

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and unbuckled my pants. Robin watched me and grunted a little while Laura ate her cunt. I pulled my pants and boxers off at the same time. "Mmmm," Robin said as she looked at my cock hanging out hard in front of me. "Stroke it."

I reached down and grabbed it, working my swollen cock up and down. I wrapped two hands around it and held it up, showing my sister how big and hard I was.

"Fuck," was all she said. I wasn't sure if it was for me or Laura.

Laura moaned between Robin's legs. Robin started to speak, her breathing heavy. "He's got it in his hands….stroking it up and down….it looks huge, just as big as you said….spent all day with it in me….thinking of you…oh god….you're so good…yes, that's it…make me cum…god make me cum…" Laura grabbed Robin's ass and pulled her cunt into her face, her whole head moving between Robin's thighs. Robin moaned and seemed to be trying to pull away. I was so caught up in her orgasm I let go of my cock. Robin fell back on the bed.

Laura turned on her knees to look at me. Her eyes were wild. She licked her lips and then wiped her mouth with her fingers. She licked them once, and then rubbed her wet hand on her thigh. One cup of her bra had slid down and her big swollen tit was sticking out at me. "Bring that big fucking cock over here."

I walked toward her. She didn't get off her knees; instead she just grabbed my cock with one hand and pulled it into her mouth. She sucked it like she was starving for it, pumping it hard into her mouth, slurping and humming up and down on it, her eyes closed tight.

I looked over at Robin. She had turned onto her side and was watching us. "God, that looks so good Laura. It looks so fucking big in your mouth." Her hands went to her breasts and she pulled on her nipples. "Suck that big cock Laura. Show him what a good cock sucker you are."

Laura moaned her approval up and down the length of my cock. Her hand cupped my balls and rubbed them, and then she pulled my cock up and licked them both. She took one of my heavy balls into her mouth and sucked on it, licking her tongue around it in my mouth. I looked down at her pumping my cock in one hand. It looked obscene it her small hand. She licked down under my balls.

"Lay down," Robin instructed as she moved over on the bed. I sat on the bed. "Get naked with us Laura."

Laura stood up and reached behind her to unhook the clasp. Her back arched as she did it, sticking those big fucking tits out at us. She undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. Robin and I moved toward her, each taking a big breast into our mouth. I could hear Robin sucking. "Oh fuck yeah." Laura put her hands on the back of both of our heads. "Fuck I love having my tits sucked." Both of us moaned with mouths full of tit.

Laura took her hand from the back of my head and pushed on my shoulder. I lay back on the bed. I looked over at Robin making room on the bed beside me. Laura was stepping out of her thong and kneeling on the bed. She took my cock back into her mouth. Robin got behind her and leaned in to lick Laura's cunt from behind.

I shifted my hips a little and pumped my cock into Laura's mouth. I could feel her big tits, wet from Robin and I sucking on them rubbing my thighs. I closed my eyes and listened the humming, moaning, slurping and sucking. I wanted it to last forever, and my cock was so swollen, I thought I might.

Laura pulled away from my cock. "How do you feel Dan?"

"So fucking good," I moaned as she stroked my cock.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes," I groaned, "God yes."

"Do you want some pussy, Dan?" Laura ran her hands up my chest and whispered in my ear.

"Yes."

Laura licked at my earlobe. "Who's cunt do you want?" I felt a hand on my cock that I knew wasn't Laura's. "Do you want my tight little pussy again, Dan?" I felt a wet finger rim my asshole.

"Or do you want to show Laura how good you fuck me, Dan?" Robin was grinning at me from behind Laura.

Laura turned to look at her sister. "You got this dick all day yesterday. It's my turn."

Robin looked at me. "Fuck her Dan."

Laura lay on her back and spread her legs for me. I knelt between her legs and grabbed my cock by the base. Robin knelt behind me, looking over my shoulder. I could feel her breasts on my back, her pubic hair on my ass. 

"I want to watch you fuck her Dan." Robin was whispering in my ear.

"Do it Dan, fuck me with that big cock."

I pushed the head into her. She was just as tight today as two days ago. 

"Oh fuck it's so fat."

Robin slid one arm around me, her fingers on my nipple. "Do it Dan, shove the rest in, you know she wants it hard."

I slammed the rest of my cock into Laura's hot little cunt.

"Oh god that's it you fucker." Laura's hands went to her tits. They looked so big as she cupped them.

"Look at those huge tits Dan. All for you and your big cock. Fuck her hard Dan. Make those big tits shake." Robin was rubbing her body against mine, leaning on my back as I worked my cock into Laura.

Laura was moaning with every thrust.

Robin slid of my back so that she was lying on her side next to Laura. She spoke into her ear. "Do you like that Laura?" 

"God yes."

Robin's hand went across Laura's stomach and slid down to her clit. "Do you like fucking your brother's big cock?" She started rubbing Laura's clit as I pumped my cock into her. Hearing Robin talk dirty was so unexpected I thought I might cum despite myself.

"It's so good Robin." Laura's head shook back and forth as she writhed underneath me. "He's so fucking good." Laura bit her lip as Robin gave her clit a hard push. 

"Has your pussy been aching for your brother's cock?"

"Yes."

"Is that why you got here so fast when I called you?"

"Yes." I could feel my balls swell and tighten. I was going to cum, watching Laura react to her sister's dirty talk and her clit getting rubbed. Her pussy seemed to suck at me with every stroke.

"Are you a whore for it? A whore for that big cock? Just like you said?"

"Fuck yes. I want it. I want every fucking inch. God. Fuck. I need it."

"Fuck her Dan. Fuck your big titted whore."

I grunted and started cumming into my sister. 

"Oh yeah Dan, oh god yeah. Fuck it you fucking bastard." Laura thrashed beneath me as Robin rubbed her clit faster and she started to cum. She moaned and grunted and came all around me.

I collapsed on top of Laura. I felt Robin kiss the back of my neck. She ran her hand down my sweaty back.

"Mmmmm. You two looked so good." Robin kissed Laura softly, and licked at her lips.

I rolled off Laura to her other side. Laura wiped sweat from her face. "Fuck," she laughed. 

Robin rubbed her sister's stomach. 

I closed my eyes, exhausted.

* * * * *

I woke up alone in bed. The sun was setting judging by the light coming in from the window. I sat up at the edge of the bed. I noticed Laura's big bra still on the floor, and her thong thrown over on top of my clothes. I decided not to get dressed and went looking for my sisters.

I heard them before I saw them.

"….Mmmm fuck yeah, stick it in my ass." It was Laura's voice. She was lying on the couch, one leg spread out to the coffee table.

Robin was kneeling on the floor, fucking a small slim dildo in and out of her sister's ass. I noticed the tube of lubricant on the floor.

Laura pulled one of her big tits up to her mouth to suck on and she moaned with it in her mouth.

My cock came to life in front of me. I walked around the couch to get behind Robin. I reached down to finger her cunt. It was sopping wet. I got right behind her and slid my cock into her with one smooth stroke. 

"Mmmm I like that," she moaned in front of me. I grabbed her hips and started leaning into her, pulling her back onto me. Robin laid her head on Laura's stomach, her arm out at her side pumping the dildo in and out of Laura's ass.

"God I just want to fuck both of you all the time." Robin moaned beneath me.

I thought that was a pretty good idea.

* * * * *



From Out of the Haze Ch. 04



"That was mom. She says she's coming to pick you up tomorrow." The words didn't register at first. 

"Pick me up?" I shifted in my seat.

Robin nodded and bit her lower lip. "Yeah. She sounded...calm. I'm not sure what to make of it." Robin looked away and then looked back at me. "It's been ten days. Laura is back at school. Mom's always been a process thinker. Maybe it's just time."

I wasn't really sure what to make of it. On some level I understood I'd eventually have to go home; I knew living with Robin wasn't a long term option. This just seemed soon. All of the real world stuff started occurring to me now. I had missed two weeks at work with almost no explanation. Did I still have my job? I was out of pot. Did I have any money lying around so I could buy some? What the hell was Dad going to say? Was Mom likely to forgive me? Would she want to have a "talk"? I even considered going to school to escape all of it.

I took a deep breath and decided that my mother was going to just leave things alone. That seemed like her. Just move on and never discuss any of what happened. It was the WASP thing to do.

* * * * *

I didn't sleep well at all. Neither did Robin. Despite sharing the bed, it felt like we were complete strangers. We weren't intimate at all. I think Robin was putting a little distance between us to make the morning easier. Mom was coming by at 10:00. I got up earlier than normal; showered, packed what few things I had, and sat in the living room and read a Canadian novel about a dysfunctional East Coast family.

Robin stayed in her bedroom until the door buzzer rang. She came out in sweats and a pony tail, looking what appeared to be a practiced dishevelled. She forced a smile. "Mom's here."

"Yep," I sighed. I stood and walked over to the door. We were about a foot apart. "Thanks for everything, Robin." 

"You're my brother," she said softly and then looked over at the door to cue our mother's knock.

I opened the door and Mom looked me up and down as though she was searching for something. She stood with her shoulders slightly slumped and held her purse by its straps so that it almost touched the ground. Her raincoat was undone, and underneath she wore a salmon blouse and brown patterned slacks. She wore sensible brown flats. She looked like an upper middle class mom, which was what she was. I looked like I didn't belong with her. She took a breath and stood up straighter. I tried not to notice how her raincoat opened around her impressive chest. "Ready?" was all she said. I nodded and stepped out of Robin's apartment.

"Thank you, honey," she said to my sister. I started to walk to the stairs that led down to the street. I couldn't hear Robin's reply.

* * * * *

The drive was, as I expected, quiet. The only comment out of my mother was in reply to the radio when the traffic report indicated an accident near the airport. "Just missed that," she observed. 

We arrived home and it was lightly drizzling. I followed my mother into the house like I was expecting a firing galley. But the house was quiet and warm and waiting for us. My mother shed her coat and ran her hands through her hair. "Your father should be back early next week." I looked around in reply like I was just fully grasping the emptiness of the house.

"Work?" I asked rather dully. 

"Yep," she nodded back at me. "They like flying your father all over the place." 

That was true, I thought to myself. He'd become the fire-fighter –slash-problem solver at his office. They valued him enough to send him all over the world and he was by all accounts quite good at his job. I suppose in my self-indulgent haze I hadn't noticed how often he'd been gone the past few years. 

"Anyway," my mother sighed, "I figured you should be home and we could just get past everything." I looked over at her with what I'm sure was a blank expression. "I didn't tell him about anything and I knew we'd be awkward around each other after what happened, so it's good that we can get that out of the way before he gets back." She was speaking quickly.

I barely whispered agreement before I started looking around like I was searching for an exit. 

"Why don't you go up to your room and get settled? Call the gas station and see if they have any shifts for you."

I did just that. Back to normal, as my mother wanted. She was a woman used to getting things the way she wanted them.

* * * * * 

I didn't hear from either of my sisters the first few days, and I didn't reach out to them either. Mom was home whenever I was home, so I presumed she ran all of her errands when I was at work. I don't know if she thought I was going to start fucking more family members somehow and that by being home she was preventing it, but I got the feeling that I was being guarded. By about the fourth day, things did seem kind of normal. I was pumping gas, reading a lot of books, barely talking to anyone but – surprisingly – sober. I didn't buy any pot, and in fact hadn't even considered it. Perhaps, as a result, I was perpetually being woken by what was starting to feeling like a 10-inch erection. As some sort of self-inflicted penance I avoided masturbating. It wasn't until the afternoon of that fourth day that things reached a tipping point.

I came home from work, showered, and went to my room to change into clean clothes. Except there weren't any; I hadn't done laundry. I went down to the laundry room hoping against hope that maybe my mother had taken pity on me and washed some of my clothes. When I got down there I discovered that there was, in fact, laundry being done and it appeared to be mine. There was a load of whites in the dryer and a load of my darks in the washer. Waiting to go into the washer after my stuff were my mother's delicates. I don't know what came over me, but I started sifting through them. Her bras were functional, yet still quite pretty. She had a number of different satin jewel tones, some full coverage, some demi-cups. There were some cotton under things that I suppose went with her workout gear, and a lot of panties that matched the dressier bras. I guess she spent good money on them, as the tags were often in French. "90G" read the European tags; "34F" declared the American bras. I picked up a pair of red satin panties and held them up to my nose. I breathed in the scent of my mother, my heart pounding in my chest, my cock now throbbing against the cabinet in front of me, nearly pushing the towel around my waist open. I heard a creak on the stair behind me and quickly dropped the underwear back into the pile. As I turned around I was relieved to see my mother wasn't standing on the stairs watching me, and decided I must have imagined the sound. I opened the dryer and pulled out some mostly dry boxer briefs. I went back up to my room to put them on and pulled on some old pyjama pants that I never wore and a t-shirt that was probably too small for me. When I settled down in the living room with my book, my mother stopped in to look on me. "I'm doing laundry. Do you want anything done?" She was wearing yoga pants and a white, v-neck t-shirt. Her tits looked huge. My cock reacted almost immediately. "Daniel?" she asked, sounding a bit irritated. I must have been staring.

"Um, no, thank you," I managed to mumble. She turned to leave the room. "Mom?" I called after her causing her to stop and look back at me. "I can do it, you know." She raised an eyebrow. "The laundry. You don't have to do it for me."

"I know," she smiled, "But normal for us is me taking care of you. Besides, with your father away so much lately, I don't have a man to take care of, and I need that."

I nodded. She turned to leave and I watched her walk away, my eyes fixed on her ass. My mother was fucking built.

I lasted about four minutes before I was up in my room with my pyjama pants and underwear around my ankles. I kept imaging my mother's pussy in my face, looking up at her sitting on my mouth, cupping her large breasts in her hands. I came so hard my chest and stomach were covered. I debated showering again. As I wiped myself up the bedroom door seemed to open by itself. No one was there. Had I even closed it?

* * * * * 

At dinner, my mother and I didn't speak. As I got up to clear our plates and do the dishes, my mother kept her eyes on the table and quietly said, "You can't look at me like that when your father is home." 

I gave a half nod and took the dishes to the sink. I started to run the water. My mother left the kitchen and went up to her room.

I did the dishes, put everything away, then watched basketball and went to bed. I had to work in the morning.

* * * * *

When I came home from the gas station I had emails from both my sisters. They were the plainest, friendliest, pure and sisterly missives you could imagine. You'd never know I'd had my cock in these women, and that they'd appeared to have loved it. 

My mother came into the study as I considered how to reply. "Oh," she said with her hand on her chest, "Are you on the computer?"

"Yep, but I'm done."

"Thanks," she said and took the chair when I offered it to her. 

I left the room, unsure of what to do. I stepped outside and looked over at Sondra's house. It looked empty. I went over and knocked on the door, not really considering the implications. No one answered. When I came back to our house, my mother was still at the computer. I gazed upon her from the doorway. Her blouse was undone by at least one more button than usual. It wasn't much, but it went straight to my cock. I went upstairs to my room and hurriedly pulled my cock from my pants. It was maybe twenty strokes before I started to come. I came with my eyes open, staring at my mother in the doorway. "Daniel..." was all she said, her eyes on the cum leaking out of my cockhead. She turned and walked away from the room. I cleaned myself up.

* * * * *

I stayed in my room a while, until it started to get dark outside. I heard no other sound in the house. I went downstairs with hunger getting the better of me. There was no sign of life in the kitchen, other than a wine cork and the bottle opener lying on the counter. I walked over to the dark living room and found my mother curled up in a chair, quietly sipping wine.

"You okay?" I asked foolishly.

She put down her wine glass. "Yes." Her voice was quiet. She looked out the window. "You're thinking about me when you do that, aren't you?"

I remained standing near the hallway. I tried to reply yes, but the words wouldn't come.

"I suppose I should be flattered?" She took another sip of her wine and held the glass close to her face. "I mean, you haven't lacked for options lately."

I cocked my head to the side. 

"It was all over Robin's face. And that woman next door is the cat that ate the canary." She took a drink of her wine, licking her lips as she pulled away the glass. "Of course there's Laura as well." She turned her head to look me in the eye. "So many women lately; that big cock of yours must be irresistible."

I felt faint. 

"So yes, I am flattered. Flattered that you stare at me like you're eying a whore; flattered that you go through my underwear like some depraved fetishist; flatted that with all the action my handsome young son is getting, he gets hard and strokes his fat dick thinking about his mother."

I was frozen. I wasn't sure I was even breathing.

"I suppose I'm drunk." My mother rubbed both hands on her face and took a breath. "I've never slept with anyone other than your father. Can you imagine that?"

I shook my head. I really couldn't imagine that. I'd seen pictures of my teenage mother, and she was undeniably attractive. She must have had opportunities. 

As if reading my mind, "Lord knows I had my chances – both before your father and since. And I've been tempted, god have I been tempted." Her voice sounded a little far away. "But I couldn't risk it, and I love your father." She looked back out the window into the growing evening. "They were all too risky. I couldn't trust them. They didn't have as much to lose as I did." She paused, and I could tell she was weighing what to say next. "But you don't have that problem, do you?"

I didn't know what to say.

"You and that cock of yours, you have as much to risk as I do, don't you?"

She was right, I did, and I knew I wanted my mother.

"Can I trust you Daniel? Can I trust you to keep your mouth shut? Can I trust you not to disappoint?"

"Yes." I wasn't sure if I whispered it or shouted it.

"Good." She stood up. "Let's go up to your room. I'm not doing this in the bed I share with your father." She walked past me and stopped on the first stair. I still couldn't move. "Don't make me think about this, Daniel."

I didn't need to be reminded and I followed her up the stairs, my eyes on that incredible ass. She reached behind her when we got to the top stair for my hand. I put it in hers and she led me into my bedroom. Once at the foot of the bed she turned to face me, tilting her head back. "Kiss your mother, Daniel." I took her in my arms, my cock already so hard against her stomach, and kissed her. My tongue was soon in her mouth and she sucked hungrily at it. Her hands were quickly in my clothes. She turned me so that the bed was behind me, and then shoved me back onto it. Her hands went to her pants, and she undid them and shoved them down along with her panties. "Get it out," she urged me, and I pushed down my pants and underwear. She had a little trouble getting out of her pants and crawled up the bed with them still around one ankle. She straddled me, reached down between us and lifted my cock up so she could lower herself onto it. She breathed in sharply as I spread her open. She winced as she took more of me in. She was dripping wet. I'd never felt a woman so aroused. My hands went to her hips and we started to move together. 

"God Daniel," she moaned. "So...so much bigger..." Her hands went to her blouse and she half tore it open, exposing her black demi-cup bra. Her breasts were enormous. "Fuck your mother, Daniel, please fuck your mother." I started fucking up harder into her. "Yes," she grunted on one hard thrust. "Just like that. Fuck your mother just like that." I couldn't believe how tight she was, and how good she looked riding me. I ran my hand up her back and undid her bra, bringing my hands to her front and then lifting the cups of her bra away. I took those huge tits in my hands, mauling them. She closed her eyes tightly. "Fuck," she breathed out, "Fuck I need this. I need this big cock." I pulled on her swollen nipples.

She started to ride me faster, more violently. Her eyes opened and she looked down at me. "Do you know how big you are? How much bigger you are than your father?" I felt my cock grow in her as a response. "God yes, Daniel, god yes you fucking motherfucker. Give it to me." I grabbed her hips again and fucked her up and down on me. "Yes, baby, yes. Fuck me like that. Use my cunt." I looked at my mother in amazement at the woman she was. She leaned in close to me, her head beside mine. "Do you like this? Do you like your mother fucking you?"

"Yes," I grunted back at her.

She ground down hard on me, "Is this what you've been thinking about when you stroke that giant cock?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"Are you going to make your mother come, Daniel? Are you going to fuck it out of me?"

"Yes," I threatened, "Yes I will." I started to fuck my mother fiercely.

She bolted up on me, riding me harder and faster now. "Oh fuck. Do it," she moaned, "Do it to your slutty mother."

I slapped her ass and urged it out of her. "Daniel," she called out, her breath coming more quickly, "Fuck Daniel..."

And then she came on me, looking every bit the big-titted whore I knew I needed her to be.



From Out of the Haze



I must have been blushing. 

“It’s a compliment Daniel. I don’t know who taught you to use that thing, but god, what wonder.” She looked down at my flaccid cock. “You’d better get dressed. Your mom will be home soon.”

I stood up and pulled my pants and boxers on at once. I turned around and grabbed my t-shirt. When I turned back Sondra was standing right beside me.

“Are you ok with this?”

I nodded and started to lie that it was no big deal. 

“I know it’s a bit of a big deal. Fucking the neighbour next door. It’s like something out of a dirty story, and it’s not supposed to happen. But we did it, and I don’t want you to feel bad about it, ok?” She smiled. “And be a gentleman and don’t tell your friends. Can I trust you to do that?”

“Yeah. I don’t really have a lot of friends.”

She gave me a light kiss on the cheek. “You’re a sweetheart. When you go to school they’re going to be all over you. Head home now. You can come around tomorrow afternoon if you like.”

I said that I would like that very much and stepped out the back door.

* * * * *

I was almost at the gate to the yard when I remembered Laura. My heart started pounding in my chest. I felt like I was going to be sick. I slowly walked to our side door. As I turned the corner into our yard, I saw Laura sitting there on the walk up. She turned to look at me.

“I am so sorry Dan. I had NO idea that was going on there. I saw you go into her yard as I pulled in the driveway, and after you’d been gone for an hour, I thought I would come over and introduce myself. I thought maybe you two were sitting in the yard or something, I mean I had no idea at all that was what you were doing. I’m really, really sorry. I’m so embarrassed.”

I was shocked. I didn’t know what she was going to say, but I didn’t expect an apology. “Yeah, ok. Um, I’m sorry too.” I still didn’t know what to say. “Is it reading week already?”

Laura stood up. “Yeah it is. Well I mean it starts next week but I finished classes early so I came home early.” She reached back and brushed the dust off the ass of her pants. The movement arched her back slightly and I was reminded that Laura had massive tits. When I was younger I stole into her drawers and checked her bras. She was a 34DD then. I think if anything, she was bigger now. “So, I guess, um, I guess Mom and Dad don’t know or anything.”

“God no,” I huffed as I said it. “That was the first time.”

“Wow. It looked like you’d done it before.”

“Well I mean it was the first time with her, I’ve done it before…” I realised there was no point in this line of conversation. “How much did you see?”

Laura bit her lip. “Um, all of it, I think?”

I looked at her, dumbfounded.

“Well I saw her go down on you, and then, the… ah, well, the rest.” She took a step toward me and put her hand on my arm. She gave it a friendly rub. “We don’t have to bring it up again, ok? It’s your own private thing. Let’s not talk about it.”

I nodded.

* * * * *

At dinner that night my parents and Laura dominated the conversation. They were happy she’d decided to come home early. Mostly they talked about school. She was doing pretty well, and it sounded like she was thinking about doing her masters after she finished her undergrad. My parents were proud, I could tell. They joked about what school she should go to for her post graduate. Each of them sang the virtues of their alma maters. No one asked me about my day. In fact, I don’t think I said a word through the whole meal. I did, however, notice that my mother had the same body as my sister. I had never looked at my mother with any thought about her sexuality before. She was stacked.

* * * * * 

I went over to Sondra’s the next afternoon after work but she wasn’t home. I repeated the effort the next two days, and grew increasingly frustrated. On the third day I came into the kitchen to find Laura there reading the paper and eating some eggs. She was in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. She looked like she had just woken up.

“Hey,” I said.

She said “hey” back without looking up from the paper. “How was work?”

“Same old.”

“Figured as much.” She turned the page of the paper and then looked up at me. “Do you still buy smoke from that guy there?”

“Yeah. Why? You want some?”

“If you could, yeah. I’m supposed to go out tonight with Carla and Michelle.” Carla and Michelle were high school friends of Laura’s. “It would be nice to at least be stoned. I don’t think we have as much in common as we used to. I can drive us over if you want after I shower.” She put the last of the eggs into her mouth.

“It’s ok, I have enough here. I can give you some.”

“Really? That would be excellent.” She grabbed her juice and drained it, then stood up with her dirty dishes. “What are you doing tonight? You don’t have to work tomorrow, do you?”

“No, I have it off.”

“So, do you have some plans or something?” She was rinsing her dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. I never got why she did that.

“Not really.” I thought briefly about Sondra. I wondered if I could go over there while my parents were home if I pretended I was going somewhere else.

“You should come then. After all, it’s your shit we’re going to smoke. The least we could do is buy you some beers.”

“What are you guys going to do?”

“Does it matter? We’re going out, and all you have to do is bring some pot and enjoy yourself.”

She had a point. 

* * * * * 

We got into Laura’s car a little after nine. Our parents seemed to be amazed that the two of us were going to socialise together. As we pulled out of the driveway I looked up at the second floor windows of Sondra’s house. She was looking down at us and waved. I waved back. Laura noticed, but didn’t say anything. It was dark in the car, but I think I saw her smirking.

We picked up Carla and Michelle and I realised that I was probably dressed wrong in my Adidas, jeans and a grey t-shirt. Laura had leather pants and a black sleeveless shirt on, while Carla and Michelle seemed to be wearing vinyl and more vinyl. 

As we got on the highway, Laura asked, “So are you going to share, or what?”

“Oh right,” I said, and pulled out one of the joints I’d pre-rolled. I lit it and passed it to her. She took a deep drag and passed it behind her to Carla. Carla sucked some back and coughed. Michelle laughed and took it from her. After she took her puff she passed it back to me. Carla was still coughing. “Are you going to be okay back there?”

Michelle laughed. “She has a lousy gag reflex Dan.”

Carla snorted and gave her a shove. “I do not.” She wheezed lightly and stopped coughing. “That’s just pretty strong shit. My gag reflex is not a problem”

I passed the jay to Laura. “No Carla,” she said between puffs, “It really is.”

Everyone burst out laughing. We were already stoned.

* * * * *



The club matched the wardrobe choice of the three of them. I stuck out completely. A few people went so far as to sneer at me. There were booths on either side of the dance floor with worn out velvet benches. I took it upon myself to claim a booth while the three of them danced. True to their word they bought me beers, and I drank them while I smoked some cigarettes. I didn’t really see a lot of them until it occurred to me I was pretty drunk.

It must have been close to last call when I noticed the three of them dancing together. They were pressed against each other, with Laura in the middle. Carla was facing her and grinding on her thigh. Michelle was behind Laura, facing Carla and grabbing her ass. I saw Laura looking at me. Carla appeared to be sucking on her neck and Michelle’s hands came up between Carla and Laura to cup Laura’s tits. Her breasts were way too big for Michelle to grab, but she tried to squeeze them. Laura didn’t break eye contact with me. I think she moaned.

Abruptly the song came to an end. The lights went on in the club and the DJ said, “Get the fuck out.”

The there of them broke apart. I noticed that a lot of men had been watching. They giggled a little and walked over to me. 

Laura looked at the table of empty beer bottles. “Shit, did you drink all of those?” 

I surveyed the damage. “I don’t think so.” I looked at her and realised she was sober, except for being slightly stoned. I wondered if I slurred my words.

“Well, ok, let’s get going.”

As we made our way through the parking lot, a tall guy with some piercings in his face grabbed Michelle’s arm. “Hey,” she yelped.

“Relax,” he said. “I’m not going to bite. I just saw you out there and figured that you needed a good time. So here I am.”

Laura turned back to look at him, “Yeah well if you notice she danced with women, asshole.”

The tall guy smiled. “Things change. How about it baby?”

Michelle tried to pull her arm away. “Let go.”

He didn’t let go.

I punched him in the side of the head. 

He went down fast, his hand at the side of his face. “You fucker!” His hand came away covered in blood. I think I ripped out some of his piercings with my sloppy punch.

Laura grabbed me and Michelle and said, “Let’s go.”

We did what the lady told us to do.

* * * * *

I sat in the back with Michelle on the way home. We were the two in the worst shape. Laura and Carla sat in the front smoking cigarettes and talking about some fight they remembered from high school. I couldn’t really make out everything they were saying.


Michelle snuggled up beside me. “Thanks for that, back there, what you did.”

I started to say it had been no problem. She started to kiss my neck. I leaned back in the seat. Her hand went down to my belt. She undid it and I saw Laura looking at us in the rear view mirror. I felt Michelle’s perky breasts rubbing on my arm and got really hard. She pulled my cock out of my pants and went down on me. I looked at Laura in the rear view mirror. She glanced back and forth from me to the traffic. Michelle sucked my cock like she was on a mission. I closed my eyes and thought about Sondra. I came hard and fast in her mouth. Michelle swallowed it all and then she sat back on the far side of the car. I passed out.

* * * * *

“Hey, stud, we’re home.” Laura was giving me a shove to wake me up.

My eyes blinked open. “So we are,” I said like I was Mr Nonchalant.

“Do up your pants, will you?”

I looked down at my undone pants. I fumbled with my belt and got it figured out.

Laura walked to the door. She waited for me with her key in the lock. “Be quiet. It’s like almost five.”

She turned her key in the lock. We walked in and I tripped over the first stair, slamming down onto the stairway. Laura desperately tried to suppress a giggle.

We walked up the stairs and I followed her into her room. She got to her bed and turned to face me. “Uh, wrong room.”

I looked around. “Oh yeah.” I didn’t make any effort to leave.

“Dan,” she said, “Go to your room and sleep it off.”

I looked at her for a second and turned around. I walked into my room, shut the door and stripped off my clothes. They reeked of the club. I noticed my hand had dried blood on it, presumably mine. I didn’t even pull back the sheets, sleeping instead naked on my bed.

* * * * *

When I woke up I noticed my bedroom door was open. My alarm clock flashed 3:44. The power had gone out almost four hours ago. I noticed the sound of pouring rain. There was a crack of thunder. My head was killing me.

I pulled on some sweats and a long sleeved t-shirt and headed downstairs. No one seemed to be around. I poured myself the biggest glass of water I could find. I drank it in one long swallow, and poured myself another.

“Need some fluids back?”

I turned around to see Laura standing there. She was wearing a silk robe that I didn’t know she had.

“I didn’t think anyone was home.” I swallowed more water and wiped my mouth with my sleeve.

“Mom and Dad went to the cabin. Apparently this storm rolled through there yesterday and did some big damage. They’re going to stay the weekend.” She walked to the counter and grabbed a banana. “I told them you had to cover for a friend tomorrow so we’d just stay here.” 

I noticed her hair was damp. “Did you just shower?”

“Yeah.” She ripped open the banana. “You might want to think about that.”

I watched her put the banana in her mouth. She pushed in more than a person normally would. Almost all of it. Then she dragged it out and bit off a couple of inches. “Go grab a shower and we’ll figure out what to do today.”

I was hard for almost my whole shower, thinking about what Laura would look like sucking on my cock. I jerked off and took a nap. 

* * * * *

When I woke up it was pretty dark out. The storm was still pounding the house. I came back down to find Laura in the family room with her legs curled up under her on the couch. Her robe sat open a little and I could see a lot of her cleavage. She was watching cartoons. “Good shower?”

“Did the job.”

“Did you?” She smirked at me.

I sat down on the chair beside the couch. “So what’s on tap for today?”

She put the remote down and shifted so she was looking at me. “I don’t know. What would be fun to do?”

My first four answers to that were sexual. I settled on the fifth, since Laura was my sister. “I dunno.”

She stretched. Her robe opened up more. God her tits were incredible. She yawned a little. “So you have no idea what the two of us could do today?”

I looked her in the eye. What I saw made my cock swell.

“I can’t think of anything.”

“Think harder.” Laura swung her legs out from under her and sat facing me on the couch.

“We could go see a movie, or something?”

Laura played with the sash on her robe a little. “Or something?”

I swallowed. “Or something.”

Laura looked down at the sash in her hand. “How big is it?” 

I nearly choked. “Excuse me?”

“Your cock. How big is it?” She was still playing with the sash.

“I dunno. I never measured. That’s kind of personal, don’t you think?” I was lying. I knew how big it was.

She looked up at me, and then slightly past me. “It’s just a number. Like anything else. No big deal.”

“Oh? Like your bra size? Is that no big deal?” I looked at her cleavage.

She sat back on the couch. Her tits stuck out and the robe pulled open more. “Thirty-four E.” She looked at me for a reaction. 

“Eight and a half inches.”

“I want to see it again.” She bit her lower lip.

I wanted to show her. I was hard as a rock. “Why?”

“Because I have been thinking about it since I saw you fuck Sondra with it.” She shifted in her seat.

I started to undo my belt. “And what have you been thinking?”

She started to pull on her sash. “That I’ve never fucked anything that big.”

I lowered the zipper down the length of my cock. “What else?”

She undid the sash on her robe and spread her legs a little. “That if I had the chance to fuck a cock like that, I would.”

I reached into my boxers and grabbed my swollen cock. My other hand grabbed the waist band of my underwear. “Even if it was your brother’s?” I started pulling my cock out of my boxers.

Laura opened her robe up. I could see her huge tits. They were the biggest and best tits I had ever seen. I couldn’t believe how fucking perfect there were. “If my brother wanted to, yes.”

I pulled my cock out and held it up for her to see. I wrapped two hands around it showing off how big it is. “Show me more.”

She spread her legs open and reached between them. She rubbed between her pussy lips. She shuddered briefly. “Stroke it, Dan.”

I pushed my pants and boxers off and started to stroke my cock. She leaned back on the couch and watched me. She kept her legs spread and fingered herself. Lightning flashed and the power went out. The thunder rolled outside. It flashed again, lighting up the whole room. 

Laura moaned quietly. “I’m soaked.” She pulled her hand out of her pussy and put her fingers in her mouth. I could hear her lips smack as she sucked them. Her other hand was back between her legs. I kept stroking my cock. “I need my pussy licked,” she said it like it was a request. I walked across the room and took my shirt off.

I knelt at the end of the couch in front of her, rubbing her thighs. Her fingers left her clit and went up to her tits. Watching her play with them was one of the most incredible things I have ever seen. Lightning flashed again and her skin looked blue. I leaned in to breathe in the smell of her. Nuzzling her with my nose I could feel she was soaked. I opened my mouth and licked up and down her lips. She moaned as the thunder crack shook the room. I started licking her up and down, my hands on her hips guiding her to fuck my face. I started tonguing in and out of her. She moaned louder. She was so wet it was already running down my chin. I drank the taste of her back. I made a low guttural sound; her sweet cunt tasted so fucking good. I licked down to her ass and rimmed it, tonguing it gently. Her hips shifted against my face.

“Ever since I saw…” Laura’s breathing was heavy.

I started to lick around her clit

“…you fucking Sondra…” I could feel her thighs tight on either side of my head. There was another flash of lightning that lit up the shape of her breasts.

I let her grind her clit on my tongue.

“…I’ve been thinking about…” 

I started to kiss her clit and suck it back onto my lips.

“…you fucking me…” The thunder roared through the room.

I took two fingers and stuck them up her cunt.

“…I don’t care that you’re my brother. I fucking need it, Dan.”

I sucked her clit in and out of my mouth, pressing my tongue against it, and fucking those fingers in and out of her.

She grabbed the back of my head and ground her pussy into my face. “Oh yeah, yes, that’s what I want. Yes Dan. Oh. Oh. Oh yeah.” She was cumming on my face. I drank her back as best I could. God I wanted this cunt.

She put her hand on my forehead and pushed me back. “No more.” Her breathing was ragged. Her big tits heaved up and down. She pulled my face toward her. She kissed me and sucked on my tongue. She broke away from the kiss. “I can taste it all over you.”

I kissed down her neck and along the side of one big tit. I licked across to the nipple and ran my teeth across it. I kissed it softly, and then sucked it back into my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and sucked as much as I could. 

“That looks so good Dan. You look so good sucking my big tits.”

I moaned in agreement.

She slid of the couch onto the floor with me. “How do you want to fuck me?”

“I want you from behind.” I didn’t even know that was true until I said it.

She turned around and leaned onto the couch. She spread her legs. “So do it. Fuck me.”

I grabbed my cock and pointed it into her. She was incredibly tight. I tried to push in too much.

“Fuck. Go slow.” There was a low rumble of more thunder.

I ignored her, grabbed her hips and shoved the rest into her swollen cunt.

She screamed. I held against her.

“Do you like that? Do you like this big cock in you?”

“Yes,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Are you ready for me to fuck your tight little cunt?”

“Yes,” she winced as her pussy began to spasm around the width of me.

I started working it in and out.

“Do you like that?”

“Mmmm yes.” She shifted a little in front of me.

I started stroking a little harder, working from side to side.

“Is this how you want to get fucked?”

“Yes, Dan, yes.”

I started pushing in deeper with every thrust. Her whole body jumped away from me as I tried to bury my raging cock into her.

“Do you like getting fucked by a big cock?” I pulled her hips back toward me.

“Oh god yes!” 

“Do you like fucking your brother’s big cock?” I leaned in behind her and said it into her ear.

“Yes Dan. Please keep fucking me. Fuck your sister. Fuck your slutty sister.”

“Is that what you are?” She was pushing back against me now, starting to fuck back.




From Out of the Haze



“Yes. God yes. I’m a fucking slut for taking my brother’s cock into my cunt.”

I started grunting as I slammed into her.

“Do you like that?”

She grunted. “Fuck.” She grunted again. “Fuck yes. My tits are rubbing on the couch. I watched my brother fuck a woman and thought about it while I played with myself. It feels so good. I watched my friend suck his big cock and was jealous it wasn’t me. I’m fucking my brother. I’m fucking his big fat cock. I’m such a fucking slut.”

I reached under her and pulled her toward me taking her huge tits in my hands. I pulled on her nipples and then squeezed her big tits. The rain hammered against the living room windows.

“Yeah Dan. Play with my tits while you fuck me. They’re all for you. I’m all for you. I’m a slut for you.”

“I like these big tits.” I rubbed them up and down while I fucked up into her.

“They’re yours. I’m your big titted slut. Fuck me like it Dan. Fuck me like it”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. I sucked at her neck where Carla sucked last night. I kept one of her big tits in my hand. My cock throbbed inside her. I was aching to cum.

Laura kept moaning and swearing and working my cock up and down in her. She was rubbing her clit while I was fucking her, sitting back on my kneeling thighs.

“I’m gonna cum,” I told her.

“Do it. I want it. Fucking do it.”

My cock blasted into her. She slammed down onto it cumming again. I keep cumming inside her. 

I looked up into the living room entry way. My mother was standing there, rain dripping off her raincoat. 

* * * * *