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Not My Fault

By: nightstalker1960



David leaned back against the headboard of his bed, watching the video, as the two women began undressing. He found himself wondering if his mother and Aunt Karen looked as good naked. His Aunt Karen had come to stay with them a month earlier, after her husband left her. He had often enough, caught glimpses of both of them in their underwear, but it wasn't the same as seeing them totally nude. He had seen his aunt's tits once. It had been on his birthday, when the two of them had taken him to a bar. The whole twenty-first birthday ritual, complete with lots of booze and several trips to the bathroom. It had been during one of those trips that he had walked in on his aunt while she was getting ready to take a shower. He had been kind of surprised when she just stood there smiling when he walked in.

He didn't doubt his mother could measure up, with her hourglass figure that she spent hours a week at the gym maintaining. Her tits weren't large, just filling a B cup, but from the times he had seen her going braless, they were still firm. Her best asset had always been her eyes, yeah it's the eyes. But it was true, his mother had the kind of eyes that screamed at you, making you want to stare into them and get lost.

His aunt, was another story. Her figure was more full, not fat, but not the hourglass type like his mother. Her breasts weren't much bigger than his mother's, in fact the two often shared bras, although when his aunt wore his mother's bra, she tended to spill out the top of it. But she had a firm round ass that made you stare at it when she walked by.

With the last of their clothes removed, the two women turned their attention to their male companion, who was laying on the bed, his cock sticking straight up in the air. David slowly stroked his cock as he watched the two women kneel on the bed and begin licking at the man's cock, taking turns running their tongues along the shaft.

The shining of headlights through the curtains of his room warned David of his mother's arrival home. He quickly shut off the video and grabbed a pair of shorts, pulling them on and tucking his erection inside. Looking out the window he watched as his mother and his aunt climbed out of a car and started toward the front door. His mother was carrying her shoes, and his aunt was hanging onto her free arm as the two of them stumbled up the sidewalk. 

"Shit," he thought. "They're drunk again." 

Rushing from his room, he reached the front door just as the doorbell rang. Pulling the door opened, he almost collided with the two women as they stumbled inside.

"Take her," his mother said, pushing Karen into his arms. "She's gotten sick three times already. Put her in the bathroom."

"I'ze fine." Karen mumbled, draping herself against David's shoulder. "Oooh, high hun," she said, lifting her head and trying to look at David. 

David started guiding her toward the hallway, as his mother closed the door and locked it. "I need another drink," she said, tossing her shoes to the floor and stumbling across the floor to the kitchen. 

By the time they reached the stairs, Karen's feet were dragging. David reached under her and picked her up, before heading up the stairway and into the bathroom. "Oooh, so strong." She mumbled, her head falling against his neck as he carried her. The closeness of her body, and her hot breath on his neck sent David's already erect cock into overdrive, as it pushed outward against his shorts.

As he lowered her to the floor next to the toilet, he felt his cock spring out through the slot in his shorts. He tried stepping back, but she pulled herself to him as he stood, holding her cheek against him. Her face literally slid down his body, and his cock brushed against her cheek.

"Oh my." she said, her eyes locked on his erect cock as it seemed to point straight at her. "Now that's nice." 

Her hand reached out and grasped his cock. The touch was electric, and David shuddered, the whole forbiddenness of it almost sending over the edge.

"Oh, Fuck!" David heard his mother shout from downstairs. "David!"

Pulling his aunt's hand from his cock, David slipped it back into his shorts and rushed from the room and down the stairs. As he entered the kitchen he could still hear his mother swearing. He stopped at the doorway, as he saw his mother standing at the sink, her blouse off, being held under the faucet.

"She fucking puked on me," his mother said, turning and staring at him. She looked him up and down then turned back to the sink as she mumbled out more epitaphs against her sister.

"Get me something to put on," she said, "it's on my bra as well."

David rushed back upstairs, pausing at the door to the bathroom to check on his aunt, who was apparently passed out against the toilet. Grabbing his mother's robe from her bedroom he rushed back downstairs, and into the kitchen. His mother was still standing at the sink, scrubbing her blouse as he entered.

"Thanks, hun," she said taking her robe from his outstretched hand. She slipped it on then turned her back to him as she reached inside the sleeves and removed her bra, dropping that into the sink as well.

"Thank you," she mumbled, as she began scrubbing her bra. She glanced back over her shoulder and smiled. "You go ahead and get back to bed, and whatever you were doing." She smiled as she said that, tilting her head toward him. David looked down and realized his cock had popped out of his shorts again and was pointing straight at his mother.

He blushed as he muttered an apology and turned away from her. "See you in the morning," he said as he walked back upstairs to his room. 

"What about Aunt Karen," he shouted down, as he walked past the bathroom and saw his aunt sprawled out on the floor.

"Leave her there. If she gets sick again, I don't want it on the carpet." His mother called back.

As he stepped into his room, David peeled off his shorts and tossed them on a chair. His cock sprang up, sticking straight out screaming for attention. Climbing into bed, he turned the video back on and laid back, slowly stroking his cock, as the screen came to life. His pace increased as the two women on the screen began taking turns sucking of the guy. His eyes were focused on the screen, and his hand was stroking is cock furiously. It was like he was there in the video, as he felt the pressure building. Nothing else existed as he continued stroking his cock, imagining what it would be like to have two women giving him that kind of attention. 

His cock twitched and his balls flexed as he began spraying cum in large jets, arcing upward and across his stomach. He gripped his cock tightly as shot after shot of jism sprayed upward, soaking his abdomen and chest. As the last bit of cum oozed out of his cock, David reached over and turned off the video. Grabbing some tissues he cleaned up as best he could before curling up and letting sleep overtake him.

It was still dark when David woke up, his cock rigid and his bladder straining for release. Climbing from his bed, he slipped on his shorts and made his way across the hall to the bathroom. His aunt was sprawled out on the floor near the toilet. 

"Damn." He thought, seeing her laying there. He had hoped she had woke during the night and gone somewhere else.

His bladder was about ready to burst. He looked at his aunt, and shrugged. Slowly moving past her he stood at the toilet and pulled out his cock. As he stood there, releasing a steady stream of urine into the toilet, he couldn't help but glance down at his aunt, as she lay sleeping on the floor. Her blouse was half unbuttoned and her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. From where he stood, he could see the swell of her breasts as they dove down into her white bra. Her jeans had worked open revealing just a hint of pubic hair and no sign of panties.

Finished releasing his bladder, David knelt down beside his aunt and shook her gently. "Aunt Karen." He whispered, "Aunt Karen."

She rolled over slightly and her eyes opened. "Where am I?" she asked, glancing around before closing her eyes again.

"Aunt Karen, let me help you up." He said, slipping his arm under her, his forearm pressing against her breast as he tried to lift her.

"Uh, thanks," she muttered, her eyes barely open."I guess I had a bit much, huh." It was obvious from her speech that she was still drunk.

As he lifted her to a standing position, David felt his cock rub against the length of her thigh. "Mmmm." She moaned, draping her arms around his neck and sliding her hips so that his cock lodge against her crotch. "Mmmm, that's nice."

"Let's get you to bed." David said as he slid around to her side, his arm reaching around her waist to support her.

"Mmm, bed. Like the sound of that." She muttered as her allowed David to lead her out of the bathroom. 

As they reached the door to the spare room, David reached out with his free hand and opened the door. "let's get you in bed." He said, guiding her through the door and to the bed. Lowering her onto the bed, David stepped aside and grabbed the blanket, pulling it back. Standing back in front of his aunt, he watched her waver from side to side.

"OK." he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and laying her down. "You're in bed now."

"Mmmm, in bed," she muttered, her eyes opening. A smile came to her lips as she reached up with one hand and touched David's cheek. "So good."

Her hand slid down across his chest before sliding across his cock. "Mmmm, so good." She muttered again as her hand grasped his cock, squeezing it. David stood there as she pulled his cock free, sliding to the edge of the bed as she did. David's hips thrust forward involuntarily as his aunts lips wrapped around his cock, engulfing it in a warm wet heat.

"Oh, God." He muttered as she began sucking his cock. His hands dropped down to rest on the back of her head as she took more and more of his cock in with each downward movement. It was the greatest sensation David had ever felt as his aunt buried her nose in his pubes, engulfing his entire length in the hottest, wettest embrace he had ever felt.

"Oh, God, Oh God." He cried, as he felt his hot cum begin shooting out of his shaft, splashing against the back of her throat. She continued sucking with all her might, drawing every drop of his seed from him until his cock began to ache. Slowly he pulled back, drawing his cock free of her mouth with a popping sound.

"Mmmmm, so good," she muttered, her hand still gripping his cock, as she rolled back onto the bed pulling him with her. David's hands were shaking as he slowly undid her blouse the rest of the way, revealing her breasts, held captive in the white lace bra. It took him several attempts to unhook her bra and free her tits because his hands were shaking so badly. He almost shouted in triumph when he finally managed to free them. His aunt was laying on the bed, her eyes closed as he slowly lowered his mouth to her breast, his tongue flicking the rock hard nipple as he pulled the breast into his mouth. 

"Oh, yes!" she moaned as she squirmed around, peeling her pants down, while keeping her breast tight against David's hungry mouth. "Ohh so good." She mumbled as she kicked her legs free of her jeans, sending them flying across the room. David felt her hands pulling him on top of her, guiding his hardening cock to her anxiously waiting pussy.

Holding his cock against the opening, she thrust upward, forcing inch after inch of his cock into her wet hole as she pulled his body up to face her. Her hips began bucking as she forced inch after inch of his cock into her hungry cunt. David felt her legs wrap around him as her fingers grabbed his ass pulling him tight against her, his cock fully imbedded in her cunt. He stared down at her face, contorted in passion as she began thrusting upward, driving his cock hard into her pussy. He was completely out of control as her pussy began to convulse the muscles rippling down the length of his cock.

He began thrusting into her, matching her upward thrusts as he felt her spasms increase. Her eyes were closed as she continued to writhe beneath him, thrusting wildly now as her orgasm swept through her. Her head flailed from side to side as she began moaning loudly, her fingers digging into his skin, trying to pull him completely inside her. David began shoving his cock hard into her, until their pelvis' crashed together, then pulling it out until only the tip was still inside her. 

His cock ached as he continued driving into her, feeling the pressure building with each full stroke. Her hips arched up, trying to keep as much in her as possible with each back stroke. David's back burned where her nails had dug into him, leaving what he was certain were long gouges into his flesh. His cock twitched and swelled as he drove into her with all his strength, and he erupted deep inside her, his cock pulsing and twitching as she shuddered with each spray of his cum deep inside her.

"Ooo, so good." She muttered, her hands falling to her sides. 

As they lay there, allowing their breathing to return to normal, David heard a soft click. He almost jumped out of the bed at the sound, he looked around at the empty room.

Standing up, David pulled the sheets over his aunt before quietly slipping from the room. He made his way to his bedroom, closing the door as quietly as he could before climbing into bed, his body aching for sleep.

He was on the verge of sleep when he heard a faint knock on the door, and it opened. The night light in from the bathroom outlined his mother as she carefully stepped into his room, closing the door behind her. In the darkness, he could just make out her shape as she made her way to his bed, carefully lowering herself onto the edge of the bed.

"David." She whispered, her hand reaching out to gentle shake him.

He considered not answering, pretending he was asleep, but he knew that was useless. 

Rolling over onto his back, he looked up at her, her face all but invisible in the darkness.

"Yeah, mom." He said, trying to sound half asleep, which wasn't completely a lie.

"David, can we talk?" she said, her hand resting on his chest. 

"Sure, mom. What's up?" He said, sliding up to a sitting position, and reaching for the light.

"Leave it off." She said, grasping his hand.

"I, Uhm, I don't know how to put this," she began, still holding his hand.

"David, what you did tonight, Uhm, well, what you did tonight, it was wrong." She said, her hand pulling his into her lap.

"I know mom, but it wasn't my fault. I mean, she was the one who ..." he started, knowing there was no real excuse.

"She was drunk, David. Drunk and lonely. You took advantage of her." His mother continued, her grip on his wrist tightening, holding his hand firmly in her lap.

"But mom, I was just trying to help her to bed, and she, she .... I couldn't help myself, mom. She didn't give me much choice really. I mean once she had me in her mouth, I just couldn't stop." He stammered, trying to pull his hand away.

"So you're saying that out of nowhere she was sucking your cock. That there was no chance for you to stop it? That this was all her fault?" she said, placing both her hands over his, pulling it tight into her lap. 

"No, it's not her fault, I mean she was drunk, and Uhm. Well, I could have, Uhm. But I wasn't expecting it, and then, once she started, I just couldn't stop." He said, relaxing his hand.

"So you're so lacking in self-control that any woman could just grab your cock, give it a few quick licks, and that would be it. Is that what you want me to believe?" she said, her hands still holding his against her lap.

"And of course, your aunt had no idea what she was doing, so it's not her fault either."

"Well, Uhm, I mean, " he stammered, as he felt her pull his hand even tighter against her lap. 

"So, let's say, just for arguments sake," his mother began, her hands releasing his. "If some other drunk woman, had been the one to grab your cock." As she said this her hand reached under the sheet and slowly wrapped around the base of his cock.

"Mom!" David cried out, trying to slide away.

She ignored him as she leaned forward, saying "And wrapped her lips around it."

As she said this her lips came into contact with his cock, touching it lightly. The touch was electrifying. David sat bolt upright, unable to do anything as his mother slowly engulfed his member. Taking his entire length into her mouth before releasing it and turning her head towards him.

"I suppose you're going to tell me that you couldn't help it, no matter who it was." She said, her hand slowly stroking his cock, as it grew in her hand.

"And once that happened, there was nothing that could be done to stop it." She continued, her free hand peeling her robe from her shoulders. The little light that shone through the window reflected off her bare skin. David gasped as her body came into view. He had always known her breasts were big, but he never imagined just how big. 

"But mom," he stammered, his hand reaching out to lightly caress her bare breast. He felt her shudder at the touch, and quickly drew his hand back, afraid he had somehow broken the magic of the moment. Her hand released his cock and she climbed onto the bed, kneeling between his legs.

"Shhh." she whispered. "It's nobody's fault. You can't help it, and I'm drunk."

Slowly she sank down, lowering her head between his legs as she wrapped both hands around his now swollen cock, holding it steady as she lowered her lips to it once more. David's whole body shook as he stared into the darkness, barely able to make out his mother's form as she began to suck his cock. Unlike Karen, David's mother worked her lips slowly, almost gently over his cock, building his need, little by little until he was thrusting upward, straining to shoot his load into her hot mouth. 

Lifting her head from his groin, she slid up his body, her tits sliding across his cock and pressing into his chest. Their mouths met in a passion driven kiss, their bodies melted against each other, David's cock lodged firmly between his mother's thighs as she ground against him.

David's mind was spinning, as he let the uncontrollable passion guide his movements. His hands reached down, guiding his cock into his mother's cunt, filling her completely in one upward thrust that broke their kiss as she pushed herself up with her arms while forcing her hips downward, their groins mashing together. 

"Ohhh god," she moaned, "nobody's fault. Oh, God. I can't help it. Fuck me, fuck me, David. Fuck your mother."

David could feel his own blood pounding through him as he grabbed his mother's hips and rolled her over, keeping his cock buried deep inside her pussy. He grabbed her legs and pulled them upwards, rolling her hips to allow his cock deeper access into her anxiously waiting cunt. 

"No ugh, body's ugh, fault." He grunted, driving his cock hard into her.

"Oh god. Can't help it. I need it so bad." She cried, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head down toward her. Her mouth seeking his, their lips meeting, their tongues invading each other, as David continued to pound into her. 

Sweat was pouring off David's body as he continued to slam into his mother's willing body. He could feel her breasts pushing hard against him, the nipples boring holes into his chest. He could feel her grip on him tighten, as she flexed her legs, pulling her cunt hard against. Her whole body began to shake and her cunt began to convulse, sending spasms of pleasure through him. 

"Oh God!" she screamed as she flung her head from side to side, breaking their oral embrace. "Fuck me, oh god, oh, oh ooooh."

David felt the sudden warmth as she began gushing fluids around his cock. "Oh Christ. I made her piss herself." He thought, having never experienced a woman who ejaculated.


Not My Fault



Look, it wasn't my fault.

I was over at my sister Sally's house; she was having a party that night, and I, as usual, was there early to help her with her outfit. I know that makes me sound kind of girly, but whatever, it just shows that she values my opinions! Anyways, I had come over straight from the gym (I'm not what you'd call bulky, but I do keep in shape), and I needed to grab a shower and get changed. Sally always lets me use her shower; she knows I get self-conscious using the public showers at the gym with all those big sweaty men.

Anyways, I had just finished my shower (Sally had a lavender body wash that smelled great) when it happened. And look, it really wasn't my fault.



So Sally's always been a bit of a slob. I love her to pieces, but she's always got stuff lying around in her room. Clothes, magazines, deodorant, and that day - a candle. Now I don't know what the odds were, but as I was walking back over to my clothes, I stepped on a pair of teal panties (satin of course), slipped and when I landed...

Well lets just say my tight little tush was no longer a virgin.

I squealed in surprise and pain. Sally started hustling up the stairs, asking if I was okay. Still completely stunned I didn't respond until I realized she was about to open the door! Panicked, I breathlessly shouted that everything was alright, though of course I wasn't sounding very convincing. As she asked if I was sure I scrambled for something, anything to cover up. 

Now you might have gotten the wrong idea since I use her shower and everything, but we've got plenty of boundaries there's nothing... icky between us. Well, nothing icky until what she saw when she opened the door. Me on all fours crawling towards that pair of treacherous panties, with a candle sticking out of my ass. 

"Ohmygod Paul? What the hell are you doing!"

I didn't say anything.

"You're not even going to tell me it's not what it looks like?"

"Wait, what do you think happened?!" I squeaked indignantly.

"Well I heard you cry out, I just thought you were hurt instead of... well..."

"I am hurt, I've got a candle in my ass!"

She burst out laughing. "Ok, Paul, whatever you say, I'll leave you to... get dressed."

"Thank you," I said with a sniff.

But as soon as she left I realized I was in trouble. I reached down to the candle, but as soon as I so much as brushed against it, it rubbed against something fantastic. I let out a moan before I knew what had happened, and snatched my hand back. What the hell? I gingerly put my hand back, but with the angle I kept having those weird spasms. I gritted my teeth against the sensations as best I could, but I kept clenching around the candle, making it really hard to get out!

"Sally?"

"Yes, Paul?"

"I uh, I need your help."

She came right back in, grinning like the cat who caught the canary.

"Just so you know, that drawer over there has some better options. For next time."

"Sally! That's so gross. That's not what this is!"

"Whatever you say, Paula."

I rolled my eyes. "Can you just pull this thing out?"

She snickered again, most unattractively I thought, and told me to get on all fours so on her bed so she could get a good angle. After a totally inappropriate (and kind of distracting) pat on the butt she grabbed hold of the candle and started to slowly twist it, trying to slide it free.

Once again that strange sensation rocked through me. I managed - barely - to keep from moaning, or, god forbid, wriggling. But I could feel myself blushing a brilliant red on my ears and the back of my neck.

"Hey, you've got to unclench, I can't pull it out like this."

"I'm trying, just tug!"

With a shrug she wrapped her hand around it and yanked as hard as she could. There was a dull snap as I finally felt my anus close back up. I felt relieved, though still oddly full.

"Uh Paul, I think I've got some bad news." 

I looked back over my shoulder to see maybe half of the candle in her hand.

"Seems like you really want it up there." she said with a smirk

"What are you saying, of course I don't!"

"Well, it's pretty stuck anyways"

"I guess I'll have to, you know, pass it."

"Are you kidding? Now that it's broken off in there you could get really hurt if its at a weird angle!"

"Well what are you suggesting?"

"You need to go to the ER."

"Hell no! I'm not gonna let someone see me like this!"

"What? You were ok with me helping."

"Yeah but that's different, they're gonna think I'm gay or something!"

She snorted, "What? why would they think that."

"I'm serious! I'm not gonna go to the hospital and sit in some waiting room with this thing up my ass!"

"God, you're so ridiculous. Fine, what if you didn't have to go the hospital, what if it came to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know my friend Brett?"



"Not really."



"Well he's this really cute intern at St. Martha's I've been trying to date, and he owes me one. I'll ask him to come over and help you out with that. According to him people are always getting things stuck up their butts, he's probably done this a million times."

"But he's gonna think I did this on purpose, he'll think I'm gay!"



"Is that the most important thing to you! This could be really serious! I'm calling him. Don't worry I'll just say you're a friend."

I didn't have a good response so I just sat there while she called him up, trying to shift my weight so that nothing pressed on my intrusive new friend. 

"You know. Seeing you pouting like that gives me an idea."

"I'm not pouting!" I said, stamping my foot in a way that added no credibility.

"You're worried he'll think you're gay, what if he thought you were a girl?"



"WHAT?!"



"I'm serious. We dress you up; with your build, we can make sure he never guesses."

"What're you trying to say!"

"Oh come off it, you're not going to honestly tell me you think you're too manly to pass?"

I didn't know what she was talking about. I mean, look, like I said I'm not exactly bulky, and I might not have had much body hair, but it wasn't like I was some sissy. I mean I went to the gym!

"Nothing to say? Just gonna' pout? I'll tell you what. You put on those panties and look at yourself in a mirror from behind. If you still don't think this can work. I won't say anything else."

I didn't want to say that I agreed, so I just stalked over to those damn panties that started it all, bent over with a grunt of what was definitely pain, no matter what it sounded like, and pulled them up. 

Now look, no matter what you might be thinking, I'm no poof. Of course I'd never worn panties before. So I wasn't really expecting anything, but they felt weirdly good. The smooth satin sliding up my legs left them tingling, and the lace trim tickled at my thighs, making me squirm. 

They were much smaller than my own shorts; no matter what Sally was always saying, we were not the same size, and I was feeling very compressed. My package was bulging at the front, but my poor rear was also feeling quite squeezed. My cheeks were definitely being spread apart by a most unfortunate wedgie, but honestly, the satin felt very... stimulating sliding against my pucker. 

While I was still processing all of this, Sally came rushing up behind me and clasped her hands over my eyes. "Okay no peeking," she said teasingly, pressing right up against me and marched me back into her bathroom.

"Sally, stop it," I whined, squirming to try to escape the pressure on my poor tush.

"Wow, you are such a little skank!" She said, "If you could only see yourself you would have the biggest stiffie!" With that last word she ground her crotch into my backside eliciting a much more ambiguous yelp than I would've wished.

"Ok, now cock your hip out, a little more, really get your butt up there, turn your shoulders a bit more this way to hide your chest, and there!"



She pulled her hands back from my eyes with a flourish. I was floored. I mean I was right there, looking at my face there was no doubt it was me, but my slender waist, ending in those lacy panties was... really hot, I thought with a smolder. The too tight panties were pulling at my butt, giving it just a little more lift, creasing down into my cleft, and it was just enough to leave me staring, my eyes drifted away down to -

"A bit too hairy."

I started, looking back at my sister.

"What?"

"Your legs, they're a bit hairy"

"Oh umm, I guess."

She eyed my legs speculatively, until she looked a bit higher and grinned, "Well, I suppose I don't need to say anything more to persuade you about my plan. Either you think you look quite good en femme, or you're just enjoying my undies."

My eyes shot down to my crotch where a mortifying bulge was indeed forming. I shrieked and grabbed a fluffy pink towel to throw over myself.

"Haha oh that's rich!. You're even wrapping it round yourself like a girl!"

I yanked the towel down from my chest with a scowl, "Look I'm kind of having an off day. Now what were you saying about my legs?"

"We'll need to shave them."

"No way!"



"You want Brett to see that you're a boy then?"

"No, but, uh, some girls don't shave their legs" I said, grasping at straws.

"Not girls that look like you do in those panties."

I blushed and looked away, "Well won't I be wearing pants anyways, why would he even see my legs?"

Instead of saying anything she snaked her hand out pressing up against my poor butt, grinding my temporary resident until I was stretched out on tiptoes squealing, trying to get away! And then she slapped my ass – hard!

I squealed again in what I was determined to call pain



"What the hell did you do that for?!"

"I figured you might not want to have anything pressing on your bum given the whole reason we're doing this, but you clearly needed a reminder."

"I'm not just gonna stand around in knickers like this." I said, rubbing my butt before stopping with a guilty shudder.

"I agree, we'll have to put you in a skirt."

I opened my mouth to disagree, but then gave up. What was the use, she was probably right anyways. 

She grabbed a flouncy little number, white with pink trim, that didn't quite reach the knee and tossed it over to me. I eyed the length of it with a raised eyebrow, and she just exploded!



"Look I've been very accommodating, but you are just unbelievable! You're forcing me to do all this work for you just to protect your fragile ego. I should just fling you out of the house right now and make you walk to the ER!" 

"Ok," I mumbled.

"Ok what?"

I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say, so I just stared at her feet, trying to look contrite.

"Say: Thank you so much for helping me soothe my fragile ego. I am so lucky to have a big sister like you who would go to all this trouble so that I don't have to show some stranger my bum-toy."

"It's not a bum-toy it's -"

SLAP

My eyes welled up with tears as I tried to rub the sting out of my cheek

"Say thank you, or I'll put you out on the street in your pretty panties!"

"Thank you sally for helping me soothe my ego, my uh fragile ego. I'm so lucky to have a big sister like you who'd go to all this trouble so I don't have to show some man my, my bum-toy." It all came pouring out of me in a rush.

"But remember, you will have to show a man, you've got to show Brett. I'm just making sure it isn't some stranger."

"But I don't know Brett."

"Don't worry he's a great guy, funny, cute, the whole package."



"That's not really what I'm worried about."

"Trust me, I'm sure he'll be all eyes on me," she said, her own eyes twinkling. 

"Ok, now that we've got things sorted out, and we won't have any more back talk, she said, giving me a faux-stern glare, "Lets make sure we've got your outfit. Then we can figure out where we need to get creative. In the mean time though you need to change one thing."



"What's that?"

"Your voice, don't talk all falsetto, but just pitch it a bit higher. You've been mostly doing that since that candle put you in touch with your feminine side, but make sure you don't start talking all macho. You should smile more too; girls are always smiling. And just to help, each time you slip up you'll get a pinch. Like this," she said grabbing for my nipples and giving them a nasty twist.

"Owww!" I cried, feeling my little pointers throb and begin to swell up. "I thought you meant on my butt."

"Why? Feeling hopeful? No, if you're going to pass as a girl you've got to get more aware of your boobs, so we should probably start by giving you some. Now I know this will break your little heart, but we don't really have the time or materials here to really do them justice. For now just put on this bra and I'll stuff it with some stockings. Actually... hmm. One more quick thing to make sure you remember you've got boobs since stockings don't have the weight to really give you the feel."

She reached over to her makeup and grabbed a bottle with a clear liquid in it. "This is normally for plumping your lips, but it should do something interesting here," she said, dabbing at my reddened nipples with the brush. It stung but not in a bad way. I'd never really thought about my nipples before, but with all the attention she was paying to them, it felt like there was some kind of current running between my nipples and my willy. The awful part though, was that every time my willy twitched I could feel a tug in my ass. I had to get that thing out of me fast. 

"I don't think it actually plumps things up much," she continued, "but you've gotta love that tingle. Ok, now that that's done, in you get," she said, passing me a really sexy bra. Obviously I mean that it would have been really sexy on a girl, but even on me the turquoise against my pale skin and the lace-work across the cups was really gorgeous. 

She had said she was going to stuff the bra, but she instead very carefully layered in a small mound of silk stockings, their smooth surface tugging at my over-sensitive poppers, making sure that I was staying as erect as possible, clenching and un-clenching against Mr. Candle until I realized what I was doing with a blush.

"Okay, now we've got your underwear taken care of. We don't want to tuck you back, because he'll be seeing the back of your little panties, not the front. So let's get you a bit more dressed. We don't want to get too saucy with the cleavage, since that won't really hold up if he gives you a look, so something tight, but not too low cut will be good and make sure he's not thinking of you as a boy."

She picked out a light green top with just the hint of sleeves and some kids character across the chest. As I wriggled into it I was quite surprised by how much even my modest breasts changed the curve of the shirt. I twisted around taking a look at how it fit on me, but sadly, "It's too short," I said with a frown.

"What are you talking about? It's perfect!."

"It barely covers anything below my tits!" 

"Worried about showing off your tits already? I guess you really are feeling them." 

I blinked, caught off guard by that reply. 

"It's a belly shirt, silly," she went on, "you're supposed to show some skin with it. You're just worried cause you're still in your panties." 

I blushed despite myself. I don't know why, but now that I was in a bra and what was clearly a girl's top, I felt more embarrassed by my – by her underwear.

"Alright, let's get your legs sorted so you can get your skirt on. We've not got time to get them waxed-" 

"Waxed!"

"- and I've got to still deal with your hair and makeup. Have you ever shaved a leg?"

"No, why would I have?"

"Well then you'll probably make a mess of it if I just leave you to do it. Tell you what, I'll get started on your hair, you just rub on some of this Nair, she rattled off, handing me a pink bottle lying on the floor. 

"It'll be a lot easier than shaving, no nicks!"

"Will my hair grow back? "

"Yeah sure in a bit."

"...Okay."

I got to work rubbing down my legs, trying hard not to think about how amazing my panties would feel on smooth legs. I wasn't really thinking about what Sally was doing to my hair. I just did what she said.

"Ok Paula, keep your head still for a moment."

"Paula, why don't you put some of that on your armpits, I mean since you're doing your legs already."

"Ok, tilt your head to the side, Paula."

"Ok, Paula, close your eyes again. I've got to do your makeup and I want you to be surprised!"

I did what she told me and tried to keep still as she tickled her way across my face. After what seemed like forever she told me to open my eyes, and I Was Gorgeous. I had this adorable little pixie cut - and my makeup! I didn't know enough to see exactly what she'd done, but it made my whole face pop!

Tears welled up in my eyes as I gushed, "Thank you!." 

"It's okay Paula, just stand there, take a look at yourself. I'll get the Nair off you." 

She grabbed a damp washcloth and started gently rubbing all of my hair off of my legs and armpits. I watched mesmerized as what seemed like the last bits of masculinity were dabbed off. Until I was reminded with a deep tug in my ass of that other piece of masculinity poking out the front of my panties.

I was expecting her to be grossed out, but Sally just said, "I know, it doesn't work with the look, but since you'll be showing nothing but your butt, it's really better not to tuck it where it would be seen. Next time we can though."

"Next time?"

"Look at yourself girl, are you really telling me there won't be a next time?"

I sat there for a moment, floored my the question, but then I was literally saved by the bell.

"Brett's here! Oh crap he's early. Throw on your skirt, and umm, put on this jacket, get the hood up, it'll hide where your hair's not perfect, no time to worry about shoes, just grab any socks you see, they don't have to match." She said all this as she was racing down the stairs leaving me petrified and sitting on her bed.

"Brett! Hiii!"

Oh my god he was really here

"Hey Sally, how's it going."

There's no way this is going to work

"Oh it's going great Brett, so good to see you."

I couldn't call it off, Sally was downstairs already! Maybe I could hide?

"Yeah it's great, now look you said your friend was in trouble? I'm grabbing this time between shifts, so I should really hurry up."

At least these ankle socks are cute.

"Oh sure, Paula's upstairs."

I looked around trying to find a place to hide, but no, I had to do this, this was the best choice. It took everything I had, but I just stood there, smiling til my cheeks hurt, as I listened to him walking up the stairs. The door opened, and my heart started pounding as this tall, tanned guy in scrubs that fit him way tighter than I had expected gave a gleaming smile and walked over to me.

"Hi, you must be Paula"

"Umm yeah, I guess.. you must be Brett!"

As we shook hands, his warm strong hand seeming like it could just swallow mine up, my ass twitched sending a tingle all throughout my body, lingering in my plumped nipples.

But remember - This was NOT my fault.



Not My Fault Ch. 02



David woke to the sun shining brightly into his room. He threw the covers back and climbed out of bed, lightly stroking his normal morning erection. Throwing on a robe, he walked across the hallway and into the bathroom, images of the night before running through his mind. He could hear sounds coming from downstairs, and realized his mother and aunt were already up and about. Turning the shower on, he tossed off his robe and climbed in, sighing as the hot water splashed across his body. 

David took his time in the shower, hoping by the time he finished his mother and aunt would be gone on one of their errands. He wasn't sure how they would react to last night now that they were sober. Finally, the water turning cold, David climbed from the shower and grabbed his robe. He stood quietly for several minutes, listening for the voices of his mother and aunt, but all was quiet. 

Finally, taking a deep breath he opened the door and stepped into the hallway. 

"David?" he heard his mother call him from her room. "Could you come in here please?" 

Filled with a sense of impending doom, he walked to his mother's bedroom door. 

"Yes, Mom?" he said, standing in the doorway and looking in. 

His mother was sitting at her dressing table putting on makeup. She put down the eyeliner and turned to face him. 

"Could you do me a favor today?" she said, smiling at him. "Aunt Karen and I are going to the mall, and I have to take the car to the mechanic. We're going to need a ride home. We should be ready

to get picked up around six. Could you be a dear and come get us? We'll meet you at the Red Robin in front of the mall, and I'll buy dinner." 

"Uh, sure mom." he said, confused and relieved. He had expected some sort of lecture at the least, but she didn't seem to be bothered at all about what happened last night. 

"Now go get dressed. It's almost noon and don't forget you promised to cut the grass for Mrs. Gentry today." she continued, turning back to her makeup. 

As he turned and started back to his room, he saw his aunt walking up the steps. 

"Good morning, sleepy head." she called out, smiling as she started down the hallway. 

"Morning, Aunt Karen", he replied as he stepped into his bedroom, giving her room to pass him. 

As she did, she stopped and turned to face him. "See you tonight." she said, smiling as her hand brushed against his crotch. David froze, staring at his aunt as she turned and walked away. 

By the time David finished cutting the grass and fertilizing the garden for Mrs. Gentry it was just after five o'clock. He put the mower away and rushed home to take a shower and go pick up his mom and aunt. 

Pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant, he saw his mom and aunt standing by the entrance. They had several bags sitting on the ground next to them. They spotted him and grabbed their bags, before heading towards the car. 

"Did you get anything for me?" he joked as he opened the back door and let them put the bags inside. 

"Kind of." his aunt said, smiling as she looked at his mom, who just blushed. 

"I'm starving." his mom said, dropping the last bag into the trunk. "Let's get something to eat." 

The waitress escorted them to a booth in the corner of the restaurant and laid out menus before asking what they would like to drink. 

Both women asked for margarita's, David opted for a coke. When the two frowned at him, David just smiled. "One of us has to drive." he said with a shrug. 

His mother buried her face in the menu, as his aunt began chatting about all the sales they had found. Before the waitress had returned to take their order, David noticed that both women had drained their drinks. His mother still had not spoken, except to agree to comments from his aunt about the sales they had come across. When the waitress returned to take their order, both women asked for refills. 

"I really want to thank you two for letting me stay with you." his aunt said, "I know it's been a bit inconvenient, Especially for you, David." she looked straight at him, her mouth forming a slight smile. "It's got to be hard putting up with two old women in the house." she said. 

David almost jumped out his seat as he felt something brush his leg. "No problem." he stammered, taking a drink of his coke. 

"Oh, come on." she continued. He could feel something pressing against his cock. "Having to put up with both of us has got to be hard." 

David glanced down and saw his aunt's foot, sliding along the side of his leg. 

"I just want to thank you guys. I really appreciate it." As if to emphasize her last comment, her foot rubbed up his leg, almost to his crotch. 

By the time dinner was done, both of the women had drank five margaritas and were joking and laughing. As they left the restaurant and walked toward the car, David found himself walking between the two women. He reached out, wrapping an arm around each of their waists as they walked toward the car. As they arrived at the car, David's mom slipped from his grip ,opened the back door and climbed in. David reached out and opened the front door, his aunt twisting to face him as he stood up. 

"Such a gentleman." she giggled, her body inches from his. "Take me home, Charles." she said, her hand brushing against his leg as she moved past him and slid into the seat. 

As they pulled out of the parking lot, David glanced in his rear view mirror. His mother was leaning against the window, her eyes closed. 

"You alright, mom?' he said, as he pulled out onto the main road. His mom opened her eyes and smiled, nodding, before closing her eyes and leaning back against the window. 

"She's fine." his aunt said, her hand reaching out to rest on his leg. "She's just a bit tired. Said she didn't get much sleep last night." She giggled at the last comment, her hand sliding across his leg to rest gently on David's cock. "Said she was up and down all night. Which reminds me, you must be pretty exhausted yourself." her fingers stroking his cock through his jeans. 

"Not really. I slept late." he replied, sliding his hips forward to allow her better access to his crotch. 

"That's good, cause I think you might need lot's of energy tonight." she said, her hand fumbling with his zipper and quickly slipping inside. 

David remembered little of the drive home, except for his aunt's hand slowly caressing his cock. By the time he pulled the car into the driveway, his cock was free of his pants, and pointing straight up at the roof, precum oozing steadily out of the head as his aunt stroked him. 

As he shut the car off he saw his mother sit upright in the back seat. "Either you finish him, or I'm going to." his mother said, leaning forward her hand resting on David's shoulder. "There's no way he's getting that thing back in his pants in that condition, and I won't have him walking across the yard with his cock hanging out." 

"Mom!" David said, surprised that she knew what was going on. 

"Oh Christ, David. Did you think I forgot about last night. Let's just quit pretending like it didn't happen. Now are you going to take care of him or am I?" she said, looking at her sister. 

As Karen leaned over, lowering her mouth to David's cock, his mother smiled, kissing his cheek.

"That's what I thought. I'll see you two in a few minutes." 

David watched as his mother climbed out of the car, carrying all the bags,, and walked into the house. Karen paused, lifting her mouth from his cock and looking up at him. 

"Hope you're ready for this." she said, smiling, before she lowered her mouth back to his cock. David felt his cock begin to twitch almost immediately. He thrust his hips upward as he exploded, emptying his load into his aunt's hungry mouth. She kept sucking, drawing every last bit of his seed from him, until he pushed her head away. 

"Well, I guess you were ready." she smiled, as she sat up, licking her lips. "We better hurry, your mom's waiting." 

David took hold of his aunt's offered hand as they walked up the steps and into the house. His mind was whirling, unable to believe what was happening. Stepping through the door, he stopped staring into the living room. His mother was seated on the couch, a glass of wine in her hands. She was dressed in a white lace teddy and stockings. Her face was flushed, and her erect nipples were poking through the bra cups of the teddy. Spread out on the table was an array of women's lingerie. 

"That was quick." she said, smiling and patting the sofa beside her. "Come on over here and sit down, David. Tonight is going to be a night you won't ever forget." 

Karen released his hand as he slowly walked toward his mother, his mind still whirling. As he neared her, he could see the wetness in the crotch of her panties. She smiled and reached out a hand, pulling him down beside her, pulling him into her arms. Her lips sought his, her hands caressing his back. He could feel her heat as she began exploring him, giving herself over to her passion. 

He began exploring her body, caressing her breasts through the thin material, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. She began to tremble as his hands explored her body, moving slowly down her side and in between her legs, caressing her moist cunt lips through the soft lace before moving around behind her and working up the back of the teddy, unhooking the clasps that held it in place.

She broke the kiss, grasping his head in her hands and pulling him down to her breasts offering herself to him. 

David wrapped his mouth around a nipple, licking and nibbling lightly at it, trying to mimic the actions he had scene in porn movies. He was rewarded with a soft moan, as his mother pulled him even tighter to her breast, smothering his mouth and face into her flesh. He moved his head, freeing one nipple only to replace it with the other. Still she gripped him, moaning, her body shaking as she fell backwards, pulling him down on top of her. He felt her twisting, moving her legs beneath him until his body was trapped between her thighs. 

He felt her pushing his head downward as she thrust her hips against him. He slowly moved with the pressure, leaving a trail of tender kisses across her body as he guided his mouth to her lace covered cunt. He pushed her panties aside, flicking his tongue out, caressing the moist outer lips of her labia. She shuddered, spreading her legs wide, to give him complete access to her as she pulled his head inward, guiding his mouth to the swollen bud of her clit. 

Her body shuddered at the contact, her hips thrusting wildly as her legs closed, clamping his head in place. Memories of sex advice columns he had read took over and David began moving his tongue in random directions, lightly caressing his mothers clit. He could feel her legs begin to shack, and her hips began gyrating as she tried to keep his tongue against her clit. Suddenly he paused, withdrawing his tongue, letting her hump against his face for a moment, then he flicked it out, sliding his tongue upward in a slow vertical I. She shuddered again, grasping at his head, moaning loudly as he continued; L.... O.... V.... E.... Y....O....U.... She began screaming his name, her hips nearly bucking him off her as he finished; M.... O.... M. Her pussy gushed fluids spraying his face as she came. Her hips bucked wildly, her legs squeezing him in place as she continued cumming, soaking him in her fluids. 

As her thrashing slowed, she pulled him up onto her, her mouth seeking his as she moaned. Their lips met, and their tongues sought each other as David felt her guiding his cock toward her drenched cunt. As he felt the tip slide between her cunt lips he thrust forward, his cock sliding easily into her as she shuddered, her hands moving to his back, pulling him even deeper. She broke their kiss, her head flailing from side to side. 

"Oh God yes!" she cried, her legs moving upward, wrapping around his hips as she began thrusting against him. 

"Oh God, I don't believe I'm doing this." she panted her pussy walls pulsing around his cock. 

David grabbed her legs pulling them upward as he began driving into her, feeling her shudder and gasp each time his pelvis slammed into hers. 

"Oh god, David! Oh my son, oh god!" she cried out as he slammed into her. 

She reached out, grasping him by the shoulders as she arched her back, thrusting upward against him as another orgasm swept through her. She twisted and squirmed. David felt himself lose his balance as they tumbled from the couch onto the floor, his mother landing on top of him. She started laughing, holding him close against her as the spasms in her cunt slowed. 

David continued driving into her, his own orgasm rapidly approaching. He reached up, grabbing her tits as she rode his cock. Her head was tilted back, her mouth wide open, emitting soft moans as he drove his cock into her, feeling his balls tighten. 

"Oh, god. Yes!" he cried out, squeezing her tits as he erupted, spraying his cum deep into her clasping pussy.

"Now that was hot." David heard from above him. 

He looked up to see his Aunt Karen standing there, her hand between her own legs, her fingers moving in and out of her cunt. She slowly lowered herself, kneeling above him, her cunt mere inches from his face as his mother lifted herself to a sitting position, burying his stiff cock deep inside her cunt. He reached up, grasping Karen's hips, pulling his face to her dripping cunt. 

"Time to do some more spelling." he thought as he stuck his tongue out, lapping at his aunt's cunt lips, feeling her shudder at the contact. 

He felt the weight of her pressing down on him as her cunt ground into his face. He could feel his mother lift herself off him, splatters of her fluids mixed with his cum dripping down on his legs as her cunt slowly released his cock. He felt her legs brush against his, then her hands pressed against his legs as she engulfed his cock in her hungry mouth. He looked up to see his aunt, her head thrown back, sweat forming on her breast as she ground her pelvis into him. 

David drove his tongue into his aunt's pussy, relishing in the feelings he was experiencing. His cock began to harden as his mother's mouth drew him back to attention. His hands gripped his aunts hips tightly, pulling his face into her cunt, his tongue swirling, driving deep inside as she ground down onto his face.

"I think he's ready." he heard his mother say, as his cock, pulsing rapidly, slipped from her lips.

He felt his aunt lift away from his face, sliding her hips down across her chest, as she lowered down onto him. He felt his mother's hands grasping his cock, guiding it into his aunt's cunt. Karen gasped as his cock slid into her. He could feel her cunt gripping his cock, as she slowly sank down onto him. Her mouth opened and a small gasped escaped as she arched downward, taking his entire cock into her tight hole. 

Suddenly his aunt stiffened, letting out a loud grunt. 

David felt his aunt push down against him, then he felt a pressure run along the underside of his cock. He looked up, and saw his mother kneeling behind his aunt, her hand placed on Karen's back. Her other hand was moving back and forth, and the pressure along David's cock seemed to move in time to it. Suddenly David realized what was happening. His mother had shoved something into his aunt from behind. 

Karen began humping him, her hips moving in slow circles as his cock slid in and out, and the dildo in her ass did the same. 

"Oh, fuck yeah." she yelled, her movements increasing in speed. 

David couldn't believe the sensation. His aunts cunt was in a constant state of convulsions as she began humping wildly. The muscular contractions combined with the steady movement of the dildo, were driving him over the edge. 

"That's it baby." his mother said, encouraging him as he thrust upward into his aunt, "Fuck her. Shove that big cock into her and make her cum."

"Oh Christ." his aunt screamed, "Oh my god!"

She lifted herself up on her arms, pushing her lower body down and back. David could feel her cunt convulse, as the dildo drove deep into her, its movement matching his own. 

"Oh God, I'm cumming." she cried out, pushing her hips down hard against him, her cunt contracting and squeezing David's cock, sending him over the edge. He stiffened, grabbing her hips tight and pushing into her, his cock emptying the last of his seed into her as she collapsed onto him.



Not My Fault Ch. 02



So there I was, my hair teased into a pixie cut, some surprisingly effective makeup on my face, slipped into my sister's clothes and undies, and of course with a broken-off candle shoved up my ass. 

It had obviously been a long day.

After I had had an ACCIDENT with the candle (no matter what she said) my sister Sally had called over her doctor friend Brett to help get it out without embarrassing me. How exactly not embarrassing me ended up with me in a pair of satin panties and a mini skirt is something I still have trouble explaining, but it made total sense at the time.

The problem was, Brett was hot.

Really hot.

Now, I'm not gay, I was just having a weird day (which was absolutely not my fault), but anyone would've said this guy was hot. He was tall, had broad shoulders, a nice tan, great teeth, wavy hair, you know stuff anyone would notice. As he turned to close the door behind him anyone would've noticed he had a killer butt in his surprisingly tight scrubs too. 

I wasn't looking of course, just, well like I said I was having a weird day - also the candle up my tushie was really distracting. If I wasn't careful when I moved it rubbed up against something well - exciting.

So it wasn't weird that I was noticing things I normally wouldn't. Really.

I mean like his butt, obviously I'd be thinking about it right? With a candle up my own ass of course I'd be thinking about how with his glutes he'd never have something accidentally trapped up his poop-chute, how he'd probably be firm enough to bounce a quarter off of, instead of being more yielding like if he grabbed my -

"Paula?"

oh god what was I thinking

"Uh yeah, sorry Brett, I was just um distracted."

"No problem. Now Sally said you had a problem you were embarrassed by?"

"Yeah, I, I have a candle up my bum."

He grinned and I turned my head to the side, blushing, "Okay. Is it the whole thing or -"

"It broke. I was getting out of the shower and I slipped and -"

"Don't worry, Paula, I don't need to know the details. Let's just say you slipped."

"I Did!"

"Okay, so, any lasting pain or abnormal discomfort?"

"Umm no, not any discomfort."

"Okay, well hopefully I'll just be able to get up in there and take care of this"

I must have looked really scared, because he came up really close to me, put one hand on my shoulder and lifted my chin with his other hand so that I was staring right into his deep blue eyes.

"There's nothing to worry about, Paula. I'm just gonna need you to lie down on the bed there, and undress. Don't worry, I promise I won't peek at anything I shouldn't."

Oh God. Undress? That wasn't the plan. That was the whole reason I was in panties thinking about how blue his eyes were in the first place!

"Uh Brett? Would it be okay if I just pulled my panties down a little bit? I mean just far enough to get you in me?"

I clapped my hand over my mouth and pulled free from his hand as I realized what I had just said! Brett looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh, I could see his hard abs shaking through his top, and he'd put his hand over his mouth, partially covering his radiant smile.

"Okay, Paula, whatever you're comfortable with. Tell you what, I'm gonna go grab some gloves and some other tools in case I need them. While I'm gone, go ahead and get ready. Don't worry, I'll knock before I come back in."

Still completely mortified, I just nodded instead of risking saying anything else.

As soon as the door closed I was in tears. 

What was happening to me? This stupid candle was tricking me! Just because it felt good I felt like I was attracted to anything! 

I yanked up the front of my skirt, looking at my throbbing willie tucked up into the front of my lacy waistband. 

That was not for him! That was just something physiological. It was a good thing I wasn't looking at girls, I would have left a sticky mess in my panties! 

I tried desperately to prove all of that to myself by flicking through the fashion magazines and catalogs lying around Sally's floor, but it was no good. My member was shrinking back down. Soon it wouldn't even be held in its proper place in my panties.

The problem was that they weren't looking sexy enough. I mean sure they might have been in lovely dresses, and even some tantalizingly risque lingerie, but they weren't looking sexy to me, err at me. I mean I could do a better sexy pose than that!

I put down the magazine and walked over to the full length mirror over by Sally's closet. Okay, I might not have the bombshell look going on or anything, but boobs aren't everything. I turned to be side on to the mirror and took off the hoodie I was wearing. Yeah, that was nice. I definitely wasn't top heavy or anything, but Sally was right - with my trim waist and back dimples, my belly shirt was definitely a good choice, and my slender legs were really suited to this skirt.

I started thinking about maybe adding some stockings to the look, and while I could feel my growing agreement with that idea. I decided I didn't want him to think I was dressing up for him. After all this was just to prove that I was attracted to girls. 

Suddenly remembering that that was what I was trying to prove here. I started focusing on the mirror again. I was staring straight on, which was great for showing off my tummy, but that wasn't doing much for me. I mean sure I was really pretty, but I was looking for something to get the same kind of stiffie as I got from Brett - as I got from my totally normal physiological reaction, and this wasn't doing it.

I put a hand on my hip, and cocked it over to the side.

Well that's nice I thought with a slowly spreading smile. Not crazy sexy, but still she has a nice girl-next-door vibe going on.

Time to get more sexy. I rolled the bottom of my top up, tucking it so that the bottom part of my bra was peeking out. Next was the skirt, a little more rolling, and I'd brought the hem up from my knee to almost half-way up my thigh. Then, after a saucy grin at the girl in the mirror, another couple inches to something really provocative.

I faced away from the mirror and turned my head over my shoulder as I lifted one leg up like I was kissing a guy in an old-timey movie.

Now that was a look. She definitely wasn't anyone's neighbor. No, you could tell. She was the kind of girl you'd find at the bar, maybe looking for a free drink and some action in the corner. Ooh, she likes that idea. She wouldn't really be there for the drink though, no, that's just a way to find the confident guys, the ones who are confident for a reason.

Without me thinking about what it meant I was doing, the girl in the mirror turned sideways to the mirror and knelt, perking her ass up as high as she could, her back arched, but staring straight at the mirror.

As soon as those guys walk in, she'd be sizing them up seeing if any of them had something to be confident about. That's what she was here for, not some free cocktail. That's why she was on her knees needing just the lightest push to fall forward onto all fours.

The girl in the mirror did just what I'd thought of, lying there with her palms flat on the ground, her mouth open wide.

Look at that face. She's clearly remembering her last time, the last time someone gave her what she wanted. Or no, she's already got what she wants. Look at that tramp wriggling and clenching her bum. No, her mouth is open for a nice big-

The door flew open.

Sally burst in, already nattering on about how cute Brett was, but stopped cold as she saw me.

"It's a good thing I don't knock, look at all the fun I'd miss." Her words were playful, but her expression was anything but.

"Close the door!" I begged.

"Why? Worried Brett will see you before you've skanked all the way up?"

"That's not what I-"

"Save it. Look, I figured I could wait past your first day as a girl to have this talk with you, but did you really think trying to steal Brett from me was alright?!"

"He's not your boyfriend!"

"I said I was trying to date him! God, you're such a slut! What do I have to put a sign on him saying, "Sally's: Do Not Rub Up On?" What am I saying you're too much of a bimbo to bother reading it anyways!"

"I'm not trying to, to rub up on Brett! Sally, come on, it's me Paul! You know this whole thing wasn't my fault!"

"Good point, it was the candle that put you wriggling on all fours wishing you had Brett's cock in your mouth!"

My mouth hung open - that was so unfair! I was just thinking about what some skank would do, and the only way to see her was in the mirror! But before I could explain myself -

"God you're thinking about it right now! If I weren't your sister, I'd beat the shit out of you!"

She shoved me backwards and I fell on the bed.

"So are you gonna stop tramping around after Brett?"

"Yes!"

"I don't believe you. You've been eye-humping him since he walked in. You're going to just ignore him now!"

"Yes!"

"Then you won't mind if I keep some collateral, to make sure that if you keep trying to steal my man you'll regret it?" She held up her cellphone and motioned, "Lift your skirt. Make sure I can see your little clitty. Oh and Paula, don't forget, pretty girls should always smile."

*click* 

"Ok you slut, put it away. I want you to get this candle out of you and get Brett out of here, so roll over."

I did, feeling very exposed as my rolled up skirt rode further up. 

"Okay, lie down carefully, make sure you've got your little clitty tucked forward so he doesn't see it." 

I fussed around trying to position it just so, but I guess I was taking too long, because Sally grabbed my hands out from under me.

"Ugh! Just grab the bedposts and hold on. I'll position you."

She put one of her big fluffy pillows down right under my crotch, pointing my tushie straight up. She flipped my skirt up so that it covered my back dimples, and peeled down my panties just past my errm rosebud. "Okay, now just don't move."

"I, I have an itch down there."

"I, I bet you do," she mocked. "Stay still, Paula!"

And then she left me.

I thought about reaching down to scratch, but I was scared she might still be there, and get mad again if I moved, and besides, I didn't want to to ruin my camouflage.

I stayed there for what felt like forever, but was probably less than a minute, before I heard Brett coming up the stairs, talking on his cellphone.

"Sure Kelly. Yep I'll be there babe. Okay, I'll see you tonight honey."

Wow, good thing I didn't actually want Brett or that would've been really disappointing. Why didn't Sally tell me he already had a girlfriend? I mean it wouldn't have mattered, but she could have at least told me.

"Okay, Paula, you ready?"

Now there was obviously no way I could actually feel him looking at me, but I was sure I could feel him wondering if my skirt had always been that short, if that was really all I'd been wearing under my hoodie.

"Yeah, uh, who were you talking to?" I was just trying to distract him, but my cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Would he think I was trying to flirt with him? 

"Oh, don't worry about it. No one important"

what did that mean.

"She sounded important, you called her honey right?"

His answer didn't matter to me, honest. I was just trying to get him talking so I'd know where he was. Thinking about him standing there looking at me while I was so exposed was driving me crazy!

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure."

He leaned in very close to my face, his lips were right next to my ear.

"There is no Kelly. I know your sister's interested in me, but I don't really feel the same way. She can be kinda mean sometimes, you know? I'm just trying to give her the idea that she should move on."

"Oh," I said, smiling. "Don't worry, I won't tell her."

"Thanks," he put his hand on mine "I really appreciate that. She's still a blast to hang out with as a friend. Now let's get you unstuck." 

He gave my hand a squeeze, and I bit my lip as he moved over to look directly at my poor hole.

I heard a snap as he put on his gloves

"Now try to relax." I felt a sudden pressure at my backdoor. I tried not to squirm, but I could feel the pressure of his finger all the way up inside me and he wasn't even in yet. I could feel myself flushing all over my body when suddenly with a girlish gasp I felt him slip in, slowly re-stretching me out around his knuckles.

Why couldn't he have smaller fingers, god he felt like he was almost as big as the candle and he couldn't even be in to his second knuckle

"Wow, you weren't using any lube?"

"What? No, I told you I slipped!"

"Wait, you really slipped? Oh man. Paula, I'm so sorry." He quickly withdrew with a quiet pop and I gasped as a tingling rushed all over my body starting from my ass.

"I just assumed that- Do you have any vaseline in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, yeah," I said, trying really hard not to reach down and tug at my nipples to get the tingle out. I tried to stop thinking about them, but that just left me thinking about the itch on my butt cheek.

He was back quickly, and I sucked in my breath with a hiss as I felt something cold being slowly rubbed onto my asshole. He patted me just above my flipped up skirt absently as he pushed his finger just into my first ring before rubbing it in circles, trying to gently loosen me up.

Did doctors always do this with their patients? Then what did guys complain about prostate exams for?

"Hey Paula, you've got to stop clenching," I could feel his grin, "it's only gonna make this take longer."

"Okay," I said, trying to sound like I wasn't seeing fireworks. I had to get him to stop for a moment or he was going to think I was some kind of pervert.

"Uh Brett, before we get any further. Can I get you to scratch an itch? You're kinda down there already."

"Sure, Paula."

"It's on my, uh, left butt cheek, just under my waistband."

"No problem"

Crap, he didn't take his finger out!

As it was still twirling deeper into me, his other hand drifted down to start feeling his way just under my lacy waistband. It was ridiculous, especially since he literally had a finger in me, but it just felt so naughty, like he was straying into somewhere forbidden.

"Okay, okay you got it!" I said, straining to mask my rising panic over my excitement.

First one finger and then a second were sliding in much more smoothly now. 

Suddenly he was touching something, maybe the candle, maybe whatever the candle was touching, but it didn't matter because he was driving me out of my mind; the only thing that would be better is if he were deeper-

"Umm Paula, this is actually easier if you don't push back against me."

Oh God

"D-did I?"

Oh My God. My panties were wet. I could feel it.

"Tell you what I'll give you a bit of help."

He put his hand to the small of my back and firmly held me down, trapping me in a pool of semen. I lay there praying that none would skoosh out to where he could see it, hoping that Sally wouldn't notice that I'd defiled her pillow.

He inched his fingers deeper inside me. Despite all my efforts I could still feel myself pushing against the firm hand holding me in place, twisting and clenching my bum around him, gasping as I tried to maintain any sort of composure, but starting to wish I didn't have to pretend. A lot of guys experimented some time right? This could just be my experiment if only he'd take off his pants too.

My eyes smoldering I leaned my head back over my shoulder, hoping to make the invitation with my eyes that I couldn't quite bear to with my lips.

Our eyes locked. He withdrew his fingers. He smiled broadly as he slid down the bed towards me. He leaned in close. I tilted my head up. My lips parted. And then I saw the candle.

"Well, unless you've got something else stuck up there I think we're done." He flipped the back of my skirt down to re-cover my tush, and headed into the bathroom to ditch the gloves and wash his hands.

I rolled over so that if he came back in he wouldn't see my front while I made sure I was tucked away. Thank god my skirt hadn't caught any of my excitement, but I definitely needed to flip that pillow.

I thought about rolling my top and skirt down, but I didn't want him realizing that I'd changed them, and then before I could even think about getting out of my cummie panties he was back.

He held out a hand to shake, but I was so grateful that I moved right past it, wrapping my arms around his firm waist, smooshing my face up against his fantastic chest with a grin. 

"Thank you so much Brett. How can I ever repay you?"

"Well, if you're willing to risk pissing off your sister, I'd love to take you out some time to a nice romantic dinner. Don't worry though - No Candles."



Not My Fault Ch. 03



Why did I say yes?

The candle was out, I was home free, and then that stupid jerk Brett had open his stupid gorgeous face and ask me to dinner!

I mean what was I supposed to do, turn him down? Say my friend would be too upset?

Oh man, I should have said that.

I was lying on my bed in a very tight belly shirt, a short skirt, little ankle socks, and of course matching satin panties and a stuffed bra. But despite all that - I was a guy, a straight guy! I might have filled my panties with come while a gorgeous guy stuck his fingers up my backside, but that was just a purely physiological reaction. Now that the whole thing was over I was quite sure of that. It was a relief that my tush was feeling achingly empty.

I slid my fingers inside my panties, wincing slightly as I felt my cooling spunk. 

Man, I had been drained dry; my package almost felt smaller after my err, eruption.

There was a knock at my door.

"Paul, you in there? I'm knocking this time," called my sister Sally, sounding strangely apologetic.

I jerked my hand out of my panties, and sat up. I was about to smooth my skirt down when I realized that my hand had come on it! She didn't know what had happened with Brett; she'd freak out! I couldn't just wipe it off on my bedspread, what if she saw the stain?

There was only one thing I could do. And look, it wasn't my fault.

I felt super pervy licking it up off my hand - what kind of freak swallows his own come? I tried to pretend it was something else to make it okay, but it didn't really taste like anything else I'd ever had. It was kinda salty, not really bad tasting, but I couldn't pretend it was anything else. Maybe if it just wasn't mine? No, god, how would thinking about someone like Brett standing in front of me slowly stroking his massive cock before coming all over me help make this not weird! 

Yikes. 

I had to get out of these clothes. They were still giving me all kinds of weird thoughts... and those thoughts were bringing back my stiffy!

Mortified I twisted to lie face down on my bed before calling for Sally to come in.

"Hey Paul, I wanted to apologize. I know none of this was your idea - no matter how much you enjoyed it - and I think I was too harsh on you."

"Thanks Sally". I said, really just wanting her to leave so I could get back to normal.

"I mean, hey, you were having your first day as a girl and you meet a guy like Brett? Of course you're gonna act like a total skank."

"I wasn't being a skank!"

"Oh please! You acted like a horny schoolgirl just out of sight on the nuns, rolling up your skirt and top to show more skin, posing for when he came back in."

I" wasn't posing for him, he said he would knock!"

"Sure," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Anyways, I just wanted to say I understand, and I forgive you, and that you can go ahead and give me back my clothes."

Oh God the stains.

"Umm right now? With you here?"

"I think we're a little past you being modest after what I've seen today."

"Sally... I'm your brother, you shouldn't see me like this," I whined. I might have been pouting, but you know, who wouldn't be!

"Oh come on!"

She stormed over and yanked my top off, jarring my nipples, which were still tender from all her pinching and plumping. I immediately clasped my hands to them as I gasped, but Sally just started laughing.

"Look at you cover your tits!"

"I'm not- You hurt my nipples!"

"Oh I'm sorry, are your little poppers feeling all sensitive?" She slid her hand inside the cup of my bra and started rolling my nipple around.

I sucked in a breath, "Sally" I murmured, "What are you doing?" This could not be happening.

"Nothing Paul, you're my brother, so you're a boy, and this doesn't do anything to boys."

I know that girls could be all about the multiple orgasms, but come on, after the mess I'd made of my panties, there was no way it should feel this good.

But no matter what I thought, my nipple was swelling up against her palm and I could feel little jolts that seemed to be connecting my nipple directly to something right behind my crotch, leaving me squirming my hips and making little whimpers before she yanked her hand out of my bra.

"God you're like a cat in heat! Okay Paula I guess you should have some relief; I know Brett got you all worked up, and all us girls need to relieve tension sometimes. But since you've probably never done it properly I'll help. First start with your nipples, clearly they could use the attention."

I reluctantly placed my hands inside my bra and started to tease my nipples through the stockings Sally had put in as padding.

"Good. Pinch one a little, like someone just took a nibble." 

I quivered, feeling myself strain against the front of my panties.

"Now bring down one hand, slip it down the front of your skirt, but don't put it in your panties yet. Just stroke yourself through the satin. Isn't that soft?"

"Yess," I hissed.

"That's good, play with your clitty. Now most girls can rub their clitty and still finger themselves with one hand, but your pussy's a little too far away. Now you're enjoying playing with your nipples right?"

"Yes," I moaned, eyes still closed, paying no attention to the thoughts in my head asking me what the hell I was doing. 

"Okay, stop it for now, but don't worry you'll be back with the girls in a moment. Let me see your pillow. Okay good, nice and firm. Wrap your legs around that and you'll be able to give your little clitty the time of its life rubbing up against it. Now take a couple of your fingers and put them in your mouth. Suck on them, get them nice and wet. I know you've still got some lube, but this'll help, and lets face it, you clearly want to suck on something. Good, yeah get 'em nice and wet. Now reach down the back of your pretty little panties, and - well clearly you've got the idea," she laughed as I gave a little grunt with my fingers up my tush. 

It felt good. It definitely wasn't anything like having Brett's fingers in there, and they weren't as deep as the candle, but they were definitely nothing to complain about. 

As Sally urged me on, I rocked back and forth, rubbing myself against my firm pillow, one hand tweaking my nipples, the other thrusting my fingers as deep as I could manage, panting, moaning, sighing- But not coming. 

With a frustrated whine I opened my eyes looking to Sally for more commands, and then for the first time that day I was the one who got to say, "Oh my God! What are you doing?" 

Sally was staring at me almost hungrily with her hand shoved down the front of her leggings pumping away at her own pussy. "What, I told you all us girls need to relieve tension, and watching my scrawny brother Paul melt away into my skanky friend Paula is way hotter than I thought."

I was stunned. She was getting turned on by this? 

I mean, I might have been playing with my nipples, humping a pillow against my panty-clad crotch and pumping my fingers in and out of my ass... you know what, I couldn't judge. 

It was weird, but like she'd told Brett, I was her friend Paula, maybe all girls did this with their friends. But regardless, if I was her skanky friend anyways...

"Help me come" I was desperate

"Ehh the hands on stuff is a little more lezzy than I'm in to, Paula, but if you ask nicely I can loan you a toy."

"Please loan me a toy," I said, maybe a little more curtly than I'd intended.

"That was nice I suppose, but I guess I don't want nice, as much as I want naughty."

"Please loan me a toy! Umm, naughty Paula needs to come," I blurted out, wracking my brain for anything else that might get her to just stick something in me. "Please" - a flash of inspiration - "Mistress?"

Her hips bucked, she'd been going to town on herself this whole time, but clearly she liked what she'd just heard, and I wasn't missing a beat.

"Oh yes Mistress, please help naughty paula. she needs to fill her skanky pussy if she's gonna' come!"

Her eyes clamped shut as she gave a very distinctive grunt, a sheen of sweat glowing on her stomach.

"Mm since you asked so nicely, I'll be right back." She tugged up the waist of her leggings and sauntered back to her room leaving me alone with my fingers.

It wasn't long til she came back holding two dildos, one of them was a hot pink cylinder that tapered off to a blunted point, the other... well it was basically just a big rubber dick.

"You like?"

I was half-way through nodding when I caught myself and looked down, blushing enough that I actually stopped fingering myself.

"Tell you what Paula, since you were so honest, you can pick which one goes up your ass."

"Sally, they're kinda'.. big," I said with a shiver.

"Well yeah," she said, waggling her dildos at me, "That's why I bought 'em silly."

Staring at them, it all suddenly felt wrong. I couldn't- I wasn't- I pointed to the hot pink vibrator. At least it was a little smaller, and you know, only mostly dick shaped. At least it didn't have balls and veins.

"Hey, it's okay honey, I understand. You're still self-conscious. Just close your eyes again."

I felt the cold tip of the vibrator tracing down my tight little tummy, running along my iron hard.. clitty through the satin. And then - *mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*

"Oh God!"

"Yeah that's right Paula, even Brett doesn't vibrate," she teased, my eyes flying open to see her nasty grin.

My new friend stopped humming.

"Normally, most girls would just use this on their clitties, but I think you still need to feel a bit more.. girly. Now how wet is your pussy right now?"

"Umm.. pretty wet I guess."

"Hmm... pretty wet doesn't sound good enough."

"Are you gonna make me suck it?" I said, putting on a crestfallen face.

"Honey, no!" She Paused, "Lick it."

At this point I'm afraid to think what I would have done to climax

Quickly the vibrator was quite damp, and I'd learned some tricks getting my tongue all over it, but god I just needed it up my ass!

"Okay honey, do you want to take off your panties, or just pull them aside."

I couldn't take them off! She knew I hadn't come yet, and she'd see the stains!

"I'll just pull them aside!" I said, probably too quickly.

"Well here you go girl," she laughed, handing me her battery-operated-boyfriend.

It slipped in really easily, one thing I had to say about my butt, it was certainly adapting quickly to new things. The tug I felt as it slid deeper into me felt so good, my fingers were nothing compared to this, and I loved that I was really able to control it. It wasn't wedged up against something, it wasn't, I blushed, under someone else's control. This was really me taking charge of my own-

"Paula," Sally laughed, "you should turn it on."

*mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*

I sucked in a long breath, screwing my eyes shut as sensation rocked through me. All my worries about what was going on fled. My mouth dropped open as I cried out, "Oh God yes, fuck me fuck me fuck me-"

I guess Sally'd heard enough of that because she gagged me with the first thing that came to hand, her other dildo.

Still, I was on cloud nine, and no big rubber dick in my mouth was gonna' stop me from fucking myself silly with that vibrator.

My breath caught in my throat as my muscles tensed up. With Brett I'd been overwhelmed and caught off guard, but this time I was riding all these sensations no matter where they ended up. I rolled over onto my back, the dildo falling out my mouth, still grinding against the vibrator as Sally watched wide-eyed. I lay there, legs spread, my skirt ridden up and panties pulled aside, reaching up under my leg and just pumping away at myself, until with a squeal I finally felt my orgasm building.

My hips bucked wildly as I screamed out to the whole damn neighborhood that I was coming.

My clitty had slipped out of my panties and shot my load all over my chest, my pretty bra, and even my face.

"Haha, wow Paula, you really do know how to have a good time."

I didn't have any sort of witty retort, I just lay there, a satisfied smile on my face, and once again the taste of come on my tongue I could feel the freak-out building up inside me, but for now I was just too.. drained to care.

"Well Paula, what do you think. Will you be dressing up like this again?"

"Oh yeah," I replied without thinking, "otherwise I think Brett will freak out on our date."

"WHAT?!"

Oh shit.



Not My Fault



He dropped her legs, and sat back, his cock sliding from her as he did. She was writhing on the bed, her hips grinding upward as the last jets of fluid sprayed from her cunt covering his legs and stomach.

"Not fair," she cried, her legs wrapping around him, her arms reaching up to pull him back into her. "Not my fault. You have to, you have to fuck me. Ohh god." 

Her hand reached down, guiding his cock back into her drenched cunt, her hips thrusting upwards as she struggled to keep her orgasm going. 

"Fuck me, dammit!" she yelled, slamming her hips against him, grinding into him. "Fill me with your cream. I need you to fill me, damn you." 

David could hear her sobbing as he began driving into her again, his cock burning with the need to release. He bug his toes into the bed, driving into her with ever ounce of energy he could muster. His cock swelled and pulsed. He knew it was on the verge, as he grabbed his mother's tits and squeezed them, driving his entire length into her making her gasp as she felt his cock swelling and pulsing. David stiffened, burying his cock deep inside her as the first jets of cum sprayed into her cunt, washing the walls of her pussy with his seed.

"Oh god," he cried into her neck, pushing himself into her as his orgasm swept over him.