11 comments/ 285917 views/ 9 favorites Kayla By: ANNE240 I wrote this a while ago. I came across it and decided to post it! ************************************************ I almost fell over when I walked in her room, and found my sister, completely naked, face down on her bed, humping her pillows. She didn’t see me, or so I thought, and I quickly backed out and closed the door. I guess it’s not that all that uncommon to walk in on someone in such an intimate moment when you live with them. I mean, it’s probably bound to happen sooner or later right? Although, you would think one would be more selective about choosing the time and place to do such a thing, but in all fairness, she probably wouldn’t have expected me to be home at that time. Still, if it were me, I would have at least locked the door! The rest of the day, I couldn’t get the image of my little sister masturbating out of my head. I never even knew she did those things. I mean, of course I suspected it, but never did I think I’d ever see it. Kayla just didn’t seem to be, well, sexual in any way. I guess I was wrong. The more I thought about what I saw, the more my mind embellished on it. I began to imagine what she looked like when she had an orgasm. I pictured her screaming out in pleasure, thrusting her hips forcefully into the pillow as her blonde locks swept her back. I vividly imagined her toes curling, as her orgasm ripped through her little body, and it kept my juices flowing all day. The truth is, I’ve always wanted my sister. Well, maybe not always, but definitely the last few years, ever since I started exploring my own sexuality. I mean, I’ve been sexually active since, well let’s just say for a while, but it wasn’t until a few years ago that I truly started to explore my sexuality. I opened my mind to a lot of things that I never thought I’d have an interest in. I soon started to realize that there was a lot more out there than just straight sex. Although some of the things seemed a little, well I’ll just say that not everything appealed to me, certain fantasies I found, really excited me. Incest, more specifically, sisters, was something that grabbed me almost immediately. I remember how it happened. I had recently discovered this great web-site, the very one you are reading this on, and instantly fell in love with erotic stories. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but a thousand words can paint a picture and give it life. Anyway, I had already discovered my repressed lesbian side, and spent many nights, and days, reading as many of the lesbian stories as I could, and fantasizing about them. One night, out of sheer curiosity, I decided to take a look at the incest section, hitting on the stories that revolved around lesbianism. I was floored immediately, but purely on a fantasy level. As I played out the stories in my head, I never pictured my actual sister, but really just someone who I pretended to be my sister. I think it was just the closeness and security surrounding the theme of these stories that had me so intrigued, not the actual “having sex with my sister” part. I soon found that writing my own fantasies became a great outlet to release some of my sexual tension. Whenever I got the chance, I was sitting at my computer, hammering out erotic stories about the fantasies that I had. I even began to develop a “following” of readers who would write me concerning my stories. I became so involved, that I even bought a laptop computer, so I could write anywhere. Shortly thereafter, I happened to be visiting with my mom. Kayla seemed to think nothing about walking around the house in her bra and panties. It’s something that, as long as the men in the family weren't home, us girls felt quite comfortable doing. The problem was, this time I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I had never noticed, but she was a knockout. A beautiful, innocent face topped a body that was soft and delicate, with fully developed attributes that anybody would admire. God, she even had cute little feet, that I could have just kissed for days. After that day, she became a permanent part in all of my fantasies. About six months later, luck took a great turn, and my sister moved in with me. My parents decided to take up permanent residence in their summer home. Kayla was just starting college, and I had been out of the house for a few years, so it was the perfect time for them to make the move. Originally, Kayla was going to attend a college a few hours away, but they dropped her program. After searching, it turned out that the community college actually had one of the best programs in the country for her chosen field, so naturally I volunteered to take her on as a roommate. Now I know what you’re thinking, but it didn’t happen that way, so keep your pants on! The next few months of living with my sister was pure torture! I guess I really didn’t think it through, and all those stories that I had been reading filled my head with unlikely scenarios, that for a brief period, had me believing that they could actually happen. The truth was, this is my sister, my little innocent sister, and she was a real person, not a conjured fantasy. We never even discussed sex on a casual level, and I had no idea what she liked or disliked. There was really no conceivable way that my fantasy would ever come to fruition, and all I was left with was the fantasy, as my sister unknowingly and relentlessly teased me every day. Even though I knew that there was probably no way that anything would ever really happen between us, or if in reality, I wanted it to, but somewhere in the back of my mind I held out hope. Meanwhile, my sexual exploits suffered greatly. Here I was, my sister parading around in front of me everyday, cuter than ever, and no way to even relieve myself of the sexual frustration building inside me. She was always there! All of her classes were in the morning while I was working, thus leaving us together at night, when she spent most of her time on my computer, doing research. I began to resent her for it, yet how could I be mad? It was about a year later, and I had pretty much given up on anything ever happening. I had learned to work around my sister’s schedule to satisfy myself, and had even met a few girls during that time. We had a system worked out, kind of the sock on the door trick, in case we were “entertaining”, but she never had anyone there. Her sex life remained a complete mystery to me, and the subject always seemed to get brushed off whenever I approached it. Still, on the positive side, I was enjoying the time with my sister, and really got to know her as a person. She really was great, and it left me perplexed as to why such a smart, great looking, nice girl didn’t have the boys, or girls, lined up at her door. Now back to the beginning. As I said, the rest of the day, I was stuck with the mental image of my sister masturbating, bringing back all of the sexual energy I felt for her that I had been repressing over the past year. Fortunately, that night, Kayla had plans to meet her study buddies, leaving me alone with my fantasy. I pleasured myself several times that night, thinking over and over what would have happened if I acknowledged what I had seen when I saw it. I wondered if I missed out on any opportunity I may have had. There’s those erotic story scenarios again! I did resolve however, that I was going to find out more about her sex life, now that I knew she had normal urges, like the rest of us. I wondered why she was so private, and why she never mentioned any kind of sexual activity at all. Not knowing drove me crazy. I mean she had to have been thinking about something right? That night I had gone to bed before Kayla got home, and the next day she was out of the apartment before me. I knew she had come home the night before, as her bed wasn’t made. It was probably the first time since she moved in that she was gone before I was. Something was very strange. I checked her class schedule before I left, and knew she would be home around one. I made an excuse to get out of work early, and hurried home to meet her. I opened the door, and noticed that she was home from the scatter of books on the table. Again, I approached her door and opened it, and again I witnessed Kayla’s naked form in the throws of pleasure. This time however, she saw me too, and I froze like a deer caught in the headlights. She hurried to cover herself as I mumbled out something and bowed my way out of the room. I stood in the same place I did yesterday, just as shocked. This time however, there was no avoiding the subject for either one of us. I heard her call my name, so I turned quickly and entered the room again. Kayla was still under the covers, seemingly waiting for something. Wishful thinking told me at the time she was waiting for me to come in the room, but in reality, she was probably waiting for me to leave. She looked almost horrified as I took a seat at the foot of her bed. She didn’t speak, and I wrestled with something to say to alleviate the situation. “I uh, I didn’t realize you were here.” I know she would know I was lying, there was certainly enough evidence stating otherwise. “I mean, I didn’t realize you were…There was nothing on the door I mean…” “Why would there be, I’m not here with anyone…” Her eyes never met mine, and she smiled. “True, but…you know.” We sat in silence for a good minute, until I got up to leave, knowing that I shouldn’t have even come in to begin with. “Where are you going?” “I uh…I’m just gonna go. I shouldn’t have come in here…” “Then why did you?” “Huh? Why? I uh…I don’t know…I…” “You didn’t come in yesterday.” “I uh…You knew I saw you?” “Of course, You weren’t exactly quiet.” “Oh well. I’m sorry.” “Did you know what I was doing?” “No! Honestly! I wouldn’t have come in here if I thought…” “What about today?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, you walked in yesterday, and you wouldn’t think that I was doing the same thing today?” “Well I…” “Why don’t you just admit that you wanted to see me?” “WHAT?” “Oh c’mon already! Why don’t you just tell me?” “Tell you what?” “Tell me that you want to fuck me!” I was at a complete loss for words. “What would make you think…” “Ugh! You are the worst! Do you think you would have caught me if I didn’t want you to? I read all of your stories, and saw all the web-sites you go to. Who do you think “K4u2 is?” “How do you…You? You’re K4u2?” K4u2 was a “reader”, who would always write me feedback concerning my posted stories. She seemed to be very like-minded on the topic of sister to sister incest, and we even confided in each other that we shared the same fantasy concerning our real sisters. We’ve had a flirty e-mail relationship for some time now, but I never imagined it was my sister! I started to get very nervous as I tried to remember all the things I had unknowingly told her as K4u2. My sister played me good! Kayla giggled. “You really are a good writer you know. Why didn’t you just tell me?” “TELL YOU? Kayla, never once have you even mentioned anything even remotely sexual. The last thing I would have thought was that you…I can’t believe you!” “Well, I guess I wasn’t really sure about myself until I found your links, and discovered your secret. You kind of “opened me up,” And besides, I did tell you everything!” “I guess you did, but how was I supposed to know it was you?” “Oh c’mon. It couldn’t have been that tough to figure out. I never lied about anything. I told you I lived with my sister, that’s true. I described myself to you, didn’t hide anything there. And K4u2? C’mon!” “You really think I would have known all that?” “Well not just that. I took every piece of advice you ever gave me, and you didn’t even notice, until now!” All of a sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks. “Kayla” and I were chatting on-line just the other night. She was asking me what I thought would be the best way for her to seduce her sister. I remembered describing a fantasy of me walking in on her while she was masturbating. I remember telling her how she drove me crazy, parading around in her underwear. Jesus Christ! I had admitted almost every little detail directly to her! “So do you really want to do all of those things to me that you described in your stories?” “Like you wouldn’t believe…” “Good, cause I’ve had enough of these games! Now take your clothes off and Fuck me. And you better do everything you wrote about!” She threw the covers back and revealed her perfect naked body to me and smiled. My throat became suddenly dry, and I began to shake as the reality of what was happening hit me. I must have given away my excitement because Kayla smiled at me as I took in her body. She reached up and wrapped her hand around my neck, pulling me on top of her. In seconds, out bodies were mashed together and our tongues were lunging into one another’s mouths. I never wanted anything so bad in my life. We both struggled to get my clothes off, and when my naked body finally touched hers, it was all I could do to keep from cumming right there. We spent the rest of the day and night in bed together. I don’t know what will come out of all this, but I can’t wait to find out! Kayla I'd had a raging hard-on all week with no end in sight. It was a tough time. What can I say? I was newly divorced, hadn't been laid in months. And just to aggravate the situation, my daughter, Jess, and her friends spent every waking minute of their lives hanging around the house and swimming in the pool. Hey, I'll be honest. I didn't exactly discourage the situation. It was the summer after their graduation. I rationalized they needed a place to hang out and blow off some steam before college. On the other hand...let's face it. My daughter's friends were smoking hot. It wasn't exactly unpleasant watching all their little bikinied bottoms bouncing around all afternoon. And, man, I gotta tell ya. It tapped into something in me. Something I didn't even know I had. There was one girl in particular. Kayla. She really caught my eye. She had long, light brown hair she kept up in a ponytail a lot of the time. Just perfect. When she walked, her ass swayed back and forth invitingly. And she wore this little black two-piece that showed off the flat stomach and faultless breasts she had to go with it. Kayla was Jess's best friend and slept over quite a bit. Again, not a situation I exactly discouraged. I masturbated furiously fantasizing that Kayla would sneak into my bedroom, fantasizing that she too fantasized about me and couldn't resist a taste of forbidden fruit. It was the morning after one of those sleepovers that it happened. I woke up with a raging erection imagining what I would do to Kayla. My erection thrust against the fabric of my pajama bottoms as I made my coffee and it persisted as I sat down at the table to read the paper. But I couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was fucking Kayla. Then she walked into the kitchen. My heart leapt. I knew the wrongness of it, but I wanted to tell her what I felt. What I wanted. "Hi Mr. G," she said. "Can I have a piece?" she said. "What?" "The paper. Can I read a piece of that?" "Sure," I said. She came over and grabbed the life section. She was wearing sweats and a tight fitting pink nightshirt with little lacey frills at the bottom. It came down to about her navel. A few inches of skin were visible between the bottom of the shirt and the top of her sweat pants. Her breasts pushed softly against the fabric of the shirt and I thought I could see the outline of her nipples through it. God, I wanted her! "Where's Jess?" I asked. "Humm? Still sleeping." She was bent over at the breakfast bar reading, her back to me. Her shirt pulled up a little and I could see the small of her back and the barest hint of her ass. The combination of the tight shirt and the sweats really accented the flair of her waist and a bit of her thong peeked out. She had no idea what she was doing to me. I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and in one swift motion I had my cock out and walked over to her. I pinned her up against the counter. "Shh," I said. I ran my hands up under her breasts...first over her shirt, then under. I rolled a nipple between my fingers. Within seconds they were rock hard. She was startled and struggled a bit. "Mr. G...!," she said. "I'm sorry, Kayla," I said. "I'm sorry. Oh, god." My cocking was resting right in the crack of her ass, which was still covered by the sweats. I swiftly pulled her pants and panties down to her thigh. My cock nestled between her bare ass cheeks. Frantically I reached down and lined it up with her entranced and thrust forward. I was surprised to find she was a little aroused. I thrust against her roughly, driving into her. I felt like an animal, like I was out of my mind. After a few tries I thrust all the way into her. Her pussy was at once smooth and inviting, yet tight like a vice. I felt swollen beyond belief with desire. I knew I was not going to last long. Again and again I drove into her. The counter was conveniently about waist level and she bent over obligingly, resting her head on her arms. I held her by her waist. Every once in a while I ran my hands up to her breasts. I looked down admiringly at her perfect young ass as I pistoned into her. "Oh, God," she said. "Oh, God." I felt her pussy contract and her body stiffen as she climaxed. Even more aroused I fucked her harder, so hard her feet started to come off the floor. "Kayla. Oh, god, Kayla. I'm gonna cum." Like a switch got flipped, she started to struggle again. "Mr. G, no," she moaned. "No." But it was no use. I pinned her up against the counter, driving deep. I felt the waves of pleasure cresting inevitably toward orgasm. I heard a yelp from the entryway. "Dad..?" Jess stood watching in horror. "Oh, honeeeeyyy...." I said as I thrust one last time into Kayla. I felt my cum spurt deep into her as my orgasm came over me. I was mad with pleasure, completely gone. I pressed Kayla up against the counter and erupted into her over and over until my climax was complete. After a few minutes the spell passed and I realized what had happened. In tears, Kayla wriggled out from under me and ran out of the room. My daughter stood looking at me with shock and disappointment. "Jess.." I said. But she just shook her head at me and went after her friend. That was pretty much the end of the pool parties and sleepovers. Jess went to live with her mom after that. We haven't talked much since. Kayla and I are expecting our first child together. But that's another story. Kayla & Aaron (K&A) Ch. 01 Hello, My name is Kayla 'Altoid', I'm 18 years old and this is my first true story! The story is added along, but the events, the locations, the details are all very much real. Enjoy! It had all began about 4 weeks ago. "Hey, Aaron?" "Yeah?" he shouted back from the other room. "Could you get me some uh.., What are those things that mom bought?" "Chimichangas?" "No no, the other things." "-----Corndogs?" "No (laugh) The other thing! OH, the burritos!" "CHIMICHANGAS?" "Yeah! Those! I want two please!!" I heard him walking around in the living room a few minutes later to head off to the kitchen. I sat on my bed, endless in thought about what had happend at school today. I was walking to class when this guy named Ricky, this tall ginger started to walk by my side in the hallways of my campus during passing period. "Hey kayla." Ricky said with a assertive voice. I kept my composure and ingored him, because the last thing I wanted to do was to be harassed by another horny guy. I was thinking to myself: "Why doesn't he just, leave me alone? I obviously don't want to talk with him.." I was saying to myself, as I maintained my walk. "HEY, Kayla? Hello? Can you hear me? Are you ignoring me?" "Listen, just leave me alone okay? I don't want to talk to you!" I screamed at him out of my own suprising frustration. A stunned Ricky stood infront of my face as I turned to him, standing there with a pale face that suddely turned red with embarrasement. Within an instant I had found myself on the ground, being pummeled on by this guy who is twice my size, and 6 inches taller than me. All I could hear is the 'ooos' and the laughter of the massive crowd. I looked up in a plead for him to stop, but his eyes were closed as he had kept striking me in the face, no longer feeling the pain, just the feeling of my head moving. I looked up and I saw my older brother staring down at me from above as I finally came concious. "What happened...." I had asked. I looked over and I saw his friends, all stomping and kicking the kid until large campus staff had lifted the kids up, holding them back. "Don't speak kayla. You're alright now." he had sad lowly in my ear, as I still laid there confused. "...okay." I said softly. I could feel him pick me up in his arms, and he carried me to the inside of a classroom. He layed me out on the table inside. I could hear the teacher and my brother talking. I looked over and I saw him run out the door full sprint and tackled the kid as he was walking away with the guards. He got in a couple punches to the unconcious boy before yanking my brother off of him. I woke up again to my brother shaking me to wake up. I looked up at him and I sat upright incredibly dizzy. "Don't move too fast now, just sit up. Everyone is tending to that kid." "What happened to him?" "Well me ali, richard and kenny heard a commotion and we didn't come right away because we figured it was just another fight at school until we heard you screaming. I came running. By then you were already unconcious, and I took immediate action. I ran in and kicked him over, and kicked him in the head and I ran over to you, and I looked back an I saw my friends taking care of that guy." "what..?" I said entirely confused, trying to wrap my brain around what words he was mumbling. He took my hand, and helped me off of the desk. He held my hand as we made our way off of the school campus, through the halls with everyone staring at us, as if we were in a relationship together because nobody knew who we were. Much of that early day was a big blur, I remember I rested my head on his shoulder as we sat at the curb infront of the school waiting for our uncle to come and give us a ride to take us home. He was wiping the blood from my face, ripping his shirt to use as a plug for my nose, using his saliva to clean it off of my neck and chest. "I love you Kayla." He looked at me with great sorrow. "I love you too big brother.." -- "Hey, are you feeling okay?" He asked as he sat down on the other side of the bed from me, breaking my daydream. "Yeah. I was just day dreaming." "About earlier today?" "Yeah.." "Well kayla, don't try to think about it, I don't care what happens to me as a concequnce for helping you. My friends and I joked about it on facebook a couple minutes ago, that kid ricky was posting picture on his wall about how he was jumped and tagged us in it saying how a girl was in it too and how you're a dike or something." "A dike? A lesbian? Do I dress like a lesbian?" I asked curiously. "If you considered ripped skinny jeans, jordans and a tanktop and long straight blonde hair to be lesbian than I guess so." He said jokingly. We laughed and he ate one of the burritos with me as we talked for over an hour. "Well I'm gonna go and take a shower now." He said with a smile, giving me a hug as he walked away from my bed. "Wait, here take the plate in the kitchen please?" "Fine." As he turned his head, I could not but notice his muscles flex as he got up from the bed, and notice his amazingly muscular body walk with such easy as he walks out of my room, utterly oozing confidence and handsome glory that I screamed into my pillow and kicked my feet with a big smile. I had quickly jumped up with excitement and suprise as I remember my contraption in the bathroom. I had a spare smartphone laying around and I downloaded a Webcam App that allowed me to connect to my phone from my Computer and use it as a webcam. I walked in the bathroom and closed the door, locking it. I looked into the closet connected to the tub and saw that my phone was still taped to the wall. I quicky took it down, and clicked start broadcasting, and I carefully placed the lens over the hole I had made. (there was already a gap in the calking inbetween the tiles, and i shoved a screw driver through the wood closet and made a perfect hole for the phones camera.) I close the closet, and I flush the toilet and walk out as he walks into the bathroom with his boxers on and his clothes around his shoulder. Patiently I sit here, waiting in anxiety for him to close to the bathroom door to begin his session. As soon as I heard the door close, I quickly locked my door and went to the local ip address on the internet. I sit here, anxiously waiting for the video to pop on, my hearts beating out of my chest, and I cheer when I can see the camera is working perfectly fine, and everything is set up. He opened the curtains, and turned on the shower. I was suprised and even more excited that I could see the toilet from the angle of the camera. "Yes!" i cheered in my head. I watch with my head resting on my arms as I wait for him to stop organizing his stuff. My eyes grew wide, he had taken off his boxers and I for the first time, have seen my brother, or any guy infact, naked other than in porn, but real life and real time! He turned around and my jaw dropped as I saw my brothers penis, half erect a perfect 6 inches atleast! I began to feel really warm and wet in my panties just sitting here so I decided to just lean back and slowly slip down my panties as he began his shower. He cleaned himself head to toe with his scrubber, then washed all of the soap off. He looked around, with a curious look on his face as he put away his scrub brush. He moves his hand off of the cameras view and he grabs MY pink scrub! He places soap on my scrub and he begans to wash his privates. Slowly cleaning his balls, and working his away up to his hard dick. He grabbed the soap and applied more to his penis and begans scrubbing it lightly with my scrubber, and then washed himself off. He put my scrubber away, and turned off the water. But as he looks around, i see him grabbing my body lotion, and he applies alot to his hands, and then to his dick. I'm already sweating from how hot this is, not including the clit rubbing is making me nearly climax! He begans to stroke himself with one hand, and covering his mouth with the next. I began to move my fingers at the same pace as his hand rythym. I began to speed up as im about to cum, and he grabs my scrubber and unleashes a large load onto it, as he thrusts his penis all over it, unsure how pleasant that feels, it surely made him cum alot as i could see it just pouring off of the scrub. I let out high pitch moan as i cum and i quickly cover my mouth as i keep rubbing my clit and i quickly shoved 2 fingers into my vagina as i was cumming, just the video was such a hot mess for me. I stopped recording on my pc and i saved the file and shut off my computer. He walked out of the bathroom, smelling like my lotion and his cologne. "I seeeee that you used my lotion?" His entire face turned red. "What do you mean????" "Well I can smell my lotion off of you, and you instantly bursted into a blush." I said casually as he began to turn brighter than an apple. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Mhm. It's okay, I really don't mind!" I said smiling. He looked a bit relieved. He dried himself off infront of the fan in the living room before turning the t.v. on and sitting in the reclining chair. I peeked around the hallway to see his eyes closed, and his heart beating really fast as he lays back in the reclining chair as he lays there with no shirt on. I went back into my room for 15 minutes or so and I peaked my head out, and he had rolled onto his side. I slowly tip toe my way to his chairside and i can see it there...the head of his penis just peaking its head out. I was in heaven! I looked for a long while at it, comparing my hand to the size, and everything. He sounded like he was going to wake so i wanted to do something quick. I looked up at him, and i slowly kissed his penis and I got up and walked away slyly, but then it dawned on me. I could tell him his junk is out, and he'll know I've seen it! I slowly crawled over to the side of the chair and he still remained asleep. I slowly...slowly lifted part of his boxers, unsheathing more of his penis. I tapped it lightly on the tip a couple times and it moved up and down, slowly erecting. I watched fascinatedly. I could see about 4 inches of it sticking out of the front of the boxers. I stood up and i shook him lightly on the shoulder. "Aaron, wake up." "Mmrrmm." "Hey, your junks hanging out, figured i'd tell you." "My what?" He said covering his eyes as he opens them, looking up at me. "Your penis?" I said and touched it. His eyes immediately flared and chills ran down his arms. Trying to play it off like nothing happened, he pulled his boxers out and moved his penis to the side of his leg and placed them back. He looked at me with a smirk: "Why were you looking anyways?" "Well gee, I came out here to clean the living room and all I see was a huge shlong just peaking itself out of your boxers. Wasn't hard to miss." "Are you complimenting me on my size?" "Are you implying that I was complimenting you? Or are you taking it as a compliment?" "Well, thank you for your compliment about my large member there." We chuckled. As I was finishing up cleaning, to my suprise he smacked my butt as I walked past the chair, and i fell to the ground. "Woah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean for you to fall!?" "No it's okay you just suprised me!" I said smiling, feeling the stinging pain on my right buttcheek, I closed my eyes and i bite my lip and sit there for a minute. "Are you okay?" He said worriedly "Yeah, it doesn't hurt." "Then why are you sitting there biting your lip? Did you like that or something?" He asked me curiously. "I swear I didn't..." I said a grin. I rolled over slowly to get up and again he smacked me but this time he smacked my left cheek. "Mmm." I moaned. "You like that?" He said unsurely but with a smile. I simply nodded my head and shook my butt. "Nah." He smiled and laughed. "..Nah what? No more?" "Do you want more?" "Sure why not?" "I mean.. alright." *Smack!* I felt his hand print on my butt as he kept his hand there. He grabbed a tight big grip of my ass, that really turned me on, I can't describe how electric it was. "Mmphm..." I let out a moan. He used two hands and grabbed my ass and just held on and couressed me. A car pulls into the driveway. "Hey, get up." he asks. "Who is that?" I say fixing my hair, and adjusting my pants. "I think it's mom and dad?" Aaron asked confused. "Really? What are they doing at our house?" I asked curiously. "Nooo Idea." The car slowly backed out of the driveaway. "I'm pretty tired, kayla. I'm going to go ahead and go back to sleep." "Oh, okay." I said with a smile. He smiled aswell. "In that case, I'll be in my room for awhile." "Okay, goodnight." "Night." I replied. "Man that was alot of fun, I've never been spanked but it all had felt so right, felt so powerful to be put in place like that, spanked. I want to do more stuff like that. His hands were like..perfectly gripped my butt." I said there just lowly talking to myself. "I wonder though.. if he is thinking about it right now, if he had fun. I think it was all because I touched his dick that he got pretty crazy like that.." I woke up at 8 A.M., and I can already smell the coffee brewing. "Goodmorning." He greeted me as I walked around the kitchen in the big long shirt he gave me. "Goodmorning." I replied. I looked over at the eggs he was making and I knew that he was making me something special because he doesn't eat eggs. He had a ton of things out for a recipe. "What's the special occassion?" I asked. "It's a weekend silly." "Oh It is!" I was happy. "So I been having some ideas go through my head." "And what kind of ideas are those?" I asked. "Like, let's make some plans for the weekend, yeah?" "Yeeesss!!" I danced in cheer. To my suprise, that sounded like so much fun. (3/19/15) -- More tommorow, enjoy for now! Kayla and Her 10 Perfect Toes "So I leaned over, farted and Silly String flew out my ass," Kayla said, snapping me back to reality. I pulled my attention from staring her feet and looked directly at her. I didn't realize how obvious I'd been. "Good to see you're back," she laughed. "So are you going to listen or just ogle my feet?" "I wasn't ogling your feet," I said much too quickly and defensively. "Doug, we've known each other since I was 13 and you were 16. You've always been checking out my feet." She had a point. Her brother Kevin and I met and became friends during our sophomore year in High School, 15 years previous. From the first time I'd met her, I had been obsessed with her feet. They were size 8, each toe in plump and beautiful. Her toes were always painted a vibrant color, pink, orange, blue or purple. In the all years I'd known her, I could count the times on one hand that she wasn't either barefoot or wearing a pair of flip flops. "Sorry," I apologized. "I think it's kind of hot, actually," she admitted. "At first it was a little weird. I mean even then, I was used to guys staring at my chest. For the longest time I thought you were into my legs, but you would stare when I was wearing jeans too." "Sorry to creep you out," I told her, genuinely embarrassed. "No worries," she laughed. "Can I tell you something?" I nodded. "I had no idea that there were guys into feet. When I was 18, I read somewhere about foot fetishes. Everything sort of fell into place, I did some research and the idea of having my feet licked and toes sucked on, by you, started to really turn me on." Her little confession left me speechless. "Oh don't look at me like that," she chastised. "You can't tell me you've never thought about sucking on my toes." She rolled her ankles and flexed her bright blue painted toes for emphasis. "Yes I have," I admitted, deciding this would not be a good time to try and play it cool. "That's cool," she smiled as she took a long sip of her beer. "Hey you two," her brother Kevin shouted from his spot behind the barbeque. "Are both of you going to be unsociable the entire week?" We were at Kevin's lake house. It had been a tradition ever since Kevin bought the place, the family would get together for the week, drink a lot, play in the lake, eat way too much food and catch up on everyone's lives. The year before, Kayla had been there with her husband. They'd gotten divorced not too long afterwards. It was one of those good news/bad news situations. The good news, both of us were single and it had just become obvious, both of us were attracted to the other. The bad news; she was my best friend's sister... "Ready to go up and be sociable?" she asked starting to get up. "I'll be up in a couple of minutes," I answered. I then tried to think of something other than Kayla's feet, so my hard on would subside. It didn't help when she looked at me, then down my body to the tent like bulge in my shorts. "Did I make you hard, talking about feet?" she asked in mock innocence. "Yes you did, you tease." "Not this week." "What do you mean not this week?" "Do you think I came down here to see family?" she answered incredulously. "Go over my fucked up year time and time again with everyone. No, I came here to see you and to get laid...Also by you!" That didn't help my hard on situation one bit. "Wow," was the best answer I could think of at the time. "So other than the obvious, what would help soften him up?" "Just give me a minute or two," I answered. She started humming the theme to Jeopardy. After a couple of bars, she reached over and placed her hand in my lap. I breathed a sigh of relief as I glanced over my shoulder and saw that no one was watching. "Doesn't seem to want to go down," she said as she gave my cock a quick squeeze. "Not while your hand is there it won't," I reminded her. "I've got an idea," she told me as she took her hand away. "Close your eyes." I closed them. "Clear my cute little toes from your mind....I want you to think back to when you arrived here today....Picture Aunt Helen running over to give you a hug, her arms above her head, her 'Bingo Wings' flapping as she threw her arms around you and gave you that big, scratchy old lady mustache kiss on the cheek." Son of a bitch...it worked. "So how did I do?" she asked. "Great, I think you turned me a little gay with that one." We got up from the dock and joined the rest of the family. Kayla joined the other women on the patio while I hung with Kevin. "She wants you dude," he said, handing me a fresh beer. "She's your sister," I reminded him. "If she wasn't my sister," he asked quietly. "Would you?" Friends sister or not, I wanted Kayla so bad it hurt. She stood 5' 6" tall, weighed 125 lbs. Had the kind of skin, that when she tanned, made you want to go up and touch her. Her hair had always framed her perfect face with curly blonde locks. Quite simply she was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever known. "In a heartbeat," I admitted. "You do realize she's a grown woman, don't you? It's not like she's a virginal little kid. If you want to go for it, I don't have a problem." "That's mighty big of you," I laughed, desperately wanting him to drop the subject. I helped him carry the steaks over to the table. "Kayla you're sitting by Doug," Denise, Kevin's wife informed us. Dinner was, pretty much uneventful, with the exception of Kayla's bare leg brushing against mine under the table. Occasionally she would slip her bare foot out of her flip flops and run her toes across my ankle and foot. All in all, it worked out pretty good for me, as it kept me distracted enough to not laugh every time Aunt Carol raised her arms. After dinner, the family gravitated to the den; we all took turns catching everyone up on what had been happening to us over the past year. At one point, Kayla, who was sitting with me on one of the love seats, placed her legs across my lap. "Doug, would you mind massaging my feet?" she asked innocently. "They are really sore." Her feet were incredibly soft. I slowly and gently rubbed her feet. I started at her heels, worked her arches for a while before settling in on the balls of her feet and her sexy little toes taking each bright pink digit between my fingers, massaging them thoroughly. As the evening wore on, one by one people started heading off to bed. The last to leave were Kevin and Denise, both giving us sly looks as they said their goodnights. "Lick them," Kayla purred the moment our hosts were out of earshot. I pressed her feet together, raised them to my mouth and slowly ran my tongue over the tips of her toes. "Mmmmm, that feels good," she whispered softly. Separating them, I held her right foot in my hand, first sucking on her big toe and working my way over to her smallest. Coming back the other way, I concentrated my licking to her underside of each sexy digit. She let out a gasp as I gently raked my teeth the length of her second toe. "God this is turning me on," she panted. "Me too," I assured her. She pressed her right foot onto my throbbing hard on, grasping and stroking my cock with her toes, while I licked and kissed her left foot. An almost violent shiver went through her body as I sucked and licked all of her toes at once. "Your turn," she told me. Taking her foot from my mouth, she placed it on my chest and gently pushed me back against the arm of the couch. She ran her foot down my body until both feet were sitting on my crotch. "Unzip your shorts," she told me after a few futile attempts at working the zipper with her feet. She pushed my hand away as I unzipped and started to fish my hard on out of my shorts. It took her a few attempts, each one of them an exquisite tease, before she was able to free my cock with just her feet. Once it was out, she held it against my body with one foot while she stroked up and down my shaft with the other. "My foot is a little dry for this," she remarked. Thinking she wanted me to lick her foot again, I grasped it in my hand, only to have her pull it away. "I'll take care of that," she smiled. I was mesmerized as I watched her pull her right foot to her own mouth and sensuously coat, not only her toes but the bottoms of her feet with saliva. My cock twitched as she put her spit slickened foot back on it. "Oh...you liked that, huh?" All I could do was moan, as I watched her get her other foot wet. She then wrapped both of her feet around my rigid cock and started stroking with a slow and steady motion. The combination of Kayla jacking me off with her feet and watching her pinch and pull on her own nipples, through her shirt, had me close to cumming in no time. "My feet are getting dry again," she whispered. "Want me to get them wet again?" Part of me didn't exactly relish the idea of her breaking the perfect rhythm we had going, but another part really loved watching her suck on her own toes. Sight won out over touch, I nodded my head in agreement. "Here's what makes all those years of yoga worth it," she told me. I sat awestruck as she shifted her body slightly and, without removing her feet, leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. Grabbing her ankles, she stroked her feet even faster up and down my rod. I watched her pink little tongue run over the head of my cock, her toes and then back to my cock. She would take it out of her mouth, run her lips down the length of my shaft down to where her feet were hold it, then slide them back up and make it disappear into her mouth again. "I'm gonna cum," I warned, seconds before my cock erupted in her mouth. She let, what she couldn't swallow; seep from between her lips and onto her feet. Once I was done shooting, she once again raised each foot to her lips and licked them clean. "So," she said as she finished licking up the last drops of my cum from her toes. "Your bedroom or mine for round two?"