0 comments/ 112029 views/ 15 favorites My True Love By: bignasty19780 This is a story about how I found my true love. It just happen to be one of my sister. I was 25 years old; just got three months leave from the Marine Corps. I haven't made up my mind if I should go back to my family lives or not. That is the reason I went into the Corp, so I would get away from my sister Sara. Because I had feelings for her that I brother should have for their sister. Although I never told her I had to tell someone, and that person was my dad. So, there we where I told him I was in love with one of my sister, one of his daughter; he just looked me. I was ready for him to hit me, swear it me or something, but he didn't do anything. So, I ask him why he wasn't hitting me or something. He said. "Son I know what you are feeling because I also have these feelings before. When I was just 18, my aunt and I had a sex thing going on, so I can understand. So, which one Sara or Donna." "Sara dad! Its Sara!" I said. Boy was that great to get that in the open. "What are you going to now? Does she know how you feel?" Dad said. "No dad she doesn't know and I can't tell her because I don't know what I would do if she said no to me. And dad today is the last day that you well see me for some time I have just enlisted in the Marine Corps." "Now hold on son." Dad said. "Don't you think that going just a little bit over the top. What your mother, son, she will be heartbroken." "Dad that another reason I have to go. I can't let Mom know about this; when I she well be sad. But, dad if she knew this it will kill her and I can't do that to her." "Just tell her that I love her and I might be back. If I can get over how I fell. After dad and I was finished talking. I got up and hugged him good bye. I remember him to tell them that I loved them. But just has I was leaving I had to go and hugged him again, this time with a tear in my eye, and to never tell Sara about us talking. I haven't been home in two years, and even though I steal had these feelings for Sara, I thought to myself the is would be right if I didn't go see my Mom and dad. So, decided that is would just show up and make everyone happy. On the day that arrived, I noticed that mom's and both of my sisters' car where there. It went to the door and pushed the bell, then just want until someone open the door. I thinking that Mom would open the door, but that just didn't happen. The door opened up and their she was Sara, my sister, the love of my life. Sara is the most beautiful woman in the world. She is 29 years old, 5'4" 95 to 100 lbs., fire red hair, green eyes that burn to your soul. Although, at the age of 29 she still look like a teenager. She worked to keep in shape. She did Tae-Bo, karate, and kickboxing. Donna wasn't a bad looker herself, but Sara just stole my heart. Like I said there was Sara, the love my life at the door. When she saw that it was me she jump into my arms and hug me. She push all the air out of my body. Although, I didn't want it end; I had to stop her because I couldn't breath and I was getting a hard on. When we got in the house she hit me in my stomach. All I could do was to fall to my knees. I looked up at her and said "Sara what the hell was that for?" "That for you leaving Mom, Donna, and me without tell us bye. And because you didn't never write and call us." "I'm sorry Sara, I said, but I had to before I did something that would make me hate myself." "What would the little brother?" She said. I tried to make it look like I didn't her, but she is just like a lawyer. When she wants to know something she does. Then she ask me again. I told her that I had some problems had I just had to get out of Dodge before all hell broke out. I got and went to sit on the sofa and Sara sat love seat just talking trying to get me to tell my I left. I just look at her told her it was about a woman all that is all she going to know. She said OK, but I just knew she was going to try to found out. As I was looking around, I notice Mom, dad, and Donna wasn't here. "Where everyone it?" I asked. "They went to see grandma and granddads this week and they ask me to stay here." "So big sister what have you been doing when I was gone." I asked. "Well, I just broke up with this guy, named Mark. We talk about getting married, but that was before I caught him with someone in my own bed. I finished college, and got a job at this computer firm. That's about it. Now please tell me about this woman problem of yours." "No, Sara and I mean no." I said, and I told her that was going to get some rest and went up to my room. When I got up and went to the den to see what was on TV. I was watching show HBO. It was that bad it show tits and that all, but when Sara came I tried to turn but she stop saying that we where both adults and besides she loves this movie. So there we where; I wasn't paying much to the TV. I was looking it Sara. Then she said something that knock me right out of the chair. So I asked what she said. "I said; that my tits where better look then that." Oh, I said, I think I need a drink do you want anything." "AJ are you blushing over there and don't change the subject." I was think to myself that I was caught, but I thought I would just turn the tables on her so she would just leave me alone. So, I said, "They certainly are. Of course it's difficult to judge. I haven't seen yours in all their glory." Sara looked up at me and grinned. "Is that a request, Bro?" What the hell? Why not? It was, after all, a favorite fantasy of me I thought and said. "Well, it is the only way to make a proper comparison. So do you want anything to drink." "Yes, I need something hard." "Well, I hard. What about me?" What the hell was that? Did I just say that out loud? "Oh, is that so. I'm beginning to wonder about you, Bro. First you ask me to show you my tits and then brag about being hard." Well, I just laughed. "You started the boasting, Sis. not me." "True," she said. So, after a few minutes I said. "You have every right to boast, I might add, and I don't need to see your breasts to agree with you. If memory serves me, yours are much prettier than the woman's on TV." She giggled. "Well, I'd need to see your...uh, tool to make sure you are hard for me." "Sis! Are you suggesting I show you my dick?" Laughing, she shook her head. "Not really. I'm just getting even." "You're such a tease. When I was a teen you teased me to distraction," he commented. Another giggle. "I did, didn't I? I merely wanted to test my ability to attract a male. You were available and safe." "Not so safe. I damned near jumped your bones a few times." "Really?" "Yeah." "I never suspected. Give me an example." I wondered where this conversation was headed, but decided to play along again. "Okay. I remember one evening vividly. I was watching TV. Mom and dad had gone to bed, but you joined me, reclining on the floor in front of me. You wore a T-shirt to bed then." "Still do." "And panties, usually." "Gave that habit up," she quipped and took another sip of Scottish liquor. The liquor was starting to affect her. "You must have changed the habit the night I'm talking about because when I glanced down, I saw your cute bare butt and all your other goodies, and they weren't covered by any panties." Another giggle. "Did you see my pussy, Bro?" I nodded yes and finished my drink. I wanted another, but I had a raging hard-on and didn't want to stand. Even sitting, my erection was visible. Standing would provide a shocking display. I remained on the sofa and tinkled the ice in his glass. Perhaps Sara would take the hint. Instead, she grinned knowing I had a hard. "Pour us another, Bro," she said with a mischievous glint in her dark eyes. "Ah, perhaps we should slow down with the booze." I said. "Darn, and I thought you were trying to get me drunk and have your way with me." I laughed. "Now that's a pleasant thought, but I'd prefer you sober." "AJ!" she gushed, acting shocked. She chuckled and then became serious. "Don't tease, Bro. I haven't had any sex for quite a while. I'm liable to take you seriously and shock you by accepting your teasing offer." I licked my lips. "I'm not teasing," I said slowly and seriously, shocking myself with this boldness. It was the first time I had ever made a pass at my sister. Her eyes widened momentarily, and she glanced furtively at his tented pants again. Raising her eyes, she studied his expression. "You're serious, aren't you?" "Very, Sara. I've wanted you for as long as I can remember." "You've been the subject of many masturbation sessions of mine when images of you flash into my mind I become aroused." I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but feared she would think I was perverted. She blushed and looked away. "If we... We can't. Incest," she mumbled disjointedly, talking to herself. She gulped at her drink but found an empty glass once again. As I stood and held out my hand for her tumbler. "I won't tell anyone if you won't," I said as I took her glass. I poured two more liberal drinks and added ice to both glasses. Before I turned toward Sara, I glanced down. My trousers bulged considerably and a wet spot was evident. My dick had been leaking. When I handed her the drink, she took it and nearly dropped the glass because her eyes had focused on the wet spot and bulge in my pants. I sat next to her on the couch, and we sipped our drinks at the same time. "Did you ever fantasize about me when you masturbated?" I asked pushing the issue. "Uh-huh," her eyes kept moving from his face to his crotch and back again. She squirmed. "Would you like to see it, make that comparison you mentioned?" I asked, amazed at my own words. "No! AJ, I..." She glanced back down and suddenly smiled. "Yeah, show me the damn thing. I've wanted to see it since like forever." I grinned and a wave of happiness washed over me as I fumbled with my belt and kicked off my shoes. She gasped when I shoved my trousers and boxers to my knees and my hard-on flopped into view. It waved grotesquely in front of her. The purplish, bulbous head shined with moisture -- shinny pre-cum -- and throbbed as blood rushed through it. "Damn, little brother, you're big! I guess I can't call you little any more." She licked her lips and raised her eyes to his. "May I touch it?" she asked in a little-girl voice. "Of course." I said. She wrapped her dainty hand around the base and stroked it expertly. I groaned, pulled her to me and kissed her, not a sister-type kiss, either. I kissed her with passion. She moaned into my mouth and kissed me back. Boy, oh boy, did she ever kiss me back. My big sister was a world-class kisser, I discovered. She put her entire body and mind into it. I had never been kissed so thoroughly before in my life. My cock throbbed in her undulating hand as she continued to kiss me, so I slipped my hand under the bottom of her T-shirt and moved it up onto her magnificent breasts. Her small nipples stiffened under my fingers as I tweaked, squeezed and fondled them. We had to stop kissing momentarily so I could pull her T-shirt up and over her head, and then she helped me off with my shirt. "Mark was a damn fool," I whispered taking in the sight of her gorgeous breasts. "Why in the hell would he cheat on you? I would never do that to you." "I know." She said has her eyes were glazed with lust, but a tinge of fear or worry remained on her expression. "What are we doing, AJ?" "What we've both wanted to do for years, Sis," I mumbled as my mouth covered a stiff nipple. "Uh, I'm...ah, damn, that feels good. Wait, AJ." She pushed at me. My lips smacked as they released her turgid nipple. "I want to, AJ. AJ, look at me." "That's what I'm doing. God, you're beautiful." "No, look at me. Look into my eyes." I tore my gaze from her heaving breasts to her face. "What about incest, AJ? You're my brother!" Her hand continued to fondle my hard shaft. "I guess my aversion to incest isn't as strong as yours," I commented and groaned. Her busy hand had persistently increased my arousal. Suddenly she noticed she had continued to stroke my cock and jerked her hand away as if it were touching a hot stove. "But...It's wrong, AJ. We can't. I...damn!" She said. I sighed and leaned back on the couch, removing my arm from around her shoulder and my fingers from her breasts. "Look, Sis. I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted any woman It was you." "It was me, what?" she asked. "You where the reason I left. Because if I stayed I would tried this much sooner, but I don't want you unless you feel the same way." She eyed his hard-on and gulped. "Oh, I want you, AJ. You don't know how much and for how long I've wanted you. But..." "Put your T-shirt back on, Sis," I said with resignation as I tried to stuff my drooling cock back into my pants. "No, wait, AJ. I teased you. I haven't been fair. No fucking, not yet, maybe never, but..." Her hand returned to my cock, and she slid away from me on the couch. I watched as her ponytail swung from side to side and her mouth surrounded the crown of my dick. She sucked and licked the bulbous head, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, taking about half my shaft into her wet, hot mouth. I groaned with pleasure. One of my favorite fantasies was in the process of becoming a reality. My gorgeous, sexy, sister was giving me a blow job! My cock hit the back of her mouth, and she swallowed. She didn't gag; she swallowed, and my cock slipped farther into her mouth. She gobbled on it again, and swallowed even more of its length, and repeated the action until her chin rested against his balls and her nose brushed his pubic hair. I gasped. No woman had ever taken my shaft completely into their mouth before! But Sara had, and appeared to have accomplished the feat without undue effort. Her fingers fondled my testicles as she raised her head, licking and sucking his length as she moved up off of his hard-on. She grinned up at me and smacked her lips; when her mouth moved off my cock. "You're good, Sis," I gasped. "Very talented." "Thanks," she murmured and went back down on me. She took it all again and then bobbed up and down as she jacked off my cock with her hand at the same time. A few minutes later, she started to rhythmically rub the spot behind my balls connected to my prostate, and I lost it. "I'm coming, Sara!" I shouted to warn her in case she didn't want to swallow my come. Instead of backing away, she intensified her efforts, and a split-second later my balls lift and tighten, and my cock swelled up as sperm flew through my shaft and into her talented mouth. She gulped and swallowed each spurt so expertly not a drop escaped her mouth. That was the best damn blow-job I have ever had, so I had to just set back and relaxed back on the sofa. Has I watched my sister used her mouth to clean my cock, which didn't need much cleaning. Then just out of the blue I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting I come in her mouth. She just melted against me, her body shaking with lust and need. I knew I could fuck her then if I just pushed the issue, but I wanted her full acceptance of the incestuous relationship that I envisioned. I knew one thing though. I knew that I had to taste her. If I could, I had to give her as much pleasure as she had just given me. So, I pushed her away from me and pulled off her cutoffs. She wore no panties, and her vulva was swollen and red and thoroughly wet with her juices. I gazed at her luscious cunt with its carefully trimmed pubic patch and licked his lips. "No fucking, not yet," I said, "but I can't leave you hanging, either." My mouth covered her beautiful cunt, and I licked it from bottom to top, encircling her clit with my tongue. She groaned and her hands went gently to the back of my head as she spread her legs as wide as she could. My mouth explored her pussy, discovering where and what pressure pleased her most, and then I concentrated on those spots, except for her clit, which I saved for the finale. Then I reached with my hands and tweaked her breasts while I savored her flavors and fragrances. I wanted three meals from her pussy every day for the rest of my life, and Sara's aroused scent had become my favorite odor. I fell in love with that cunt at that moment, relished it, and reveled in the utter pleasure that I gave her. When I concentrated on her clit, tracing the alphabet one letter at a time with the tip of my tongue over the hard nubbin, she accepted the delightful sensations I created with my lips and tongue and climaxed quickly while I wrote the letter, "L," with my oral pen. Then I flattened my tongue against her clitoris and let her move through her orgasm. She relaxed only a few seconds and encouraged my to continue. So, I added two fingers inside her grasping cunt; as my lips and tongue remained active on her clit and other places she liked me to caress while I continued on through the alphabet. I wanted my sister to have another orgasm, so I helped her achieve her goal, but discovered her goal was broader still when she urged me to help her through yet another climax before she collapsed and pushed my mouth from her satisfied pussy. She then pulled me up to her and kissed me -- soft, sweet kisses. We touched each other tenderly and whispered endearing words of appreciation before Sara drifted off to sleep. The booze and release from sexual tension had done her in. I put my clothes back on, and found a blanket and tucked her in. She slept for three hours. While she slept, I rummaged in the kitchen. One of the good things that came from being in the Corp, besides being able to kill someone 50 ways with my bare hands, is that I learned how to cook. So, I found somethings that I could use put together a mean spaghetti sauce, and I also had found a fresh loaf of French bread for garlic toast and the makings for a salad. It was dark outside when she awakened. I sat across from her reading a novel that I had scrounged from the bookshelves. When her eyes fluttered open, she greeted me with a surprised look at first, which turned into a tentative smile. "So, you and I... it wasn't all a dream after all," she commented with a deep lazy voice and her smile broadened. "A dream come true for me," I said. She stretched and her perky breasts slipped out from under the blanket. My mouth watered and my cock started to get hard again. Her nostrils flared. "What's that marvelous scent?" "Spaghetti sauce." She grinned. "You, kind sir, you could become addictive." "That's what I hope will happen," I said. The direction of my eyes took hers to her exposed breasts. She yelped and pulled the blanket up, and then with a curious look, she sighed. "Old habits die hard," she quoted, grinned and dropped the blanket. "I grew up with the concept that exposing myself to my brother was a no, no. I'd forgotten that you'd seen them earlier, sucked on them, played with them, and..." Her nipples puckered and lengthened with her comments, and she appeared embarrassed by her own words. Again, she pulled up the blanket and covered her excited breasts. "The scrumptious smells from the kitchen are making my belly growl," she said. "Turn your back, and I'll get up and dress and then we'll eat." "No," I said with a grin. "No?" "No, I won't turn my back. I'm not stupid. I want to see you naked and walking away from me. You have the greatest ass in this hemisphere and beyond, and I wouldn't miss the opportunity for the world. You wouldn't deprive me of satisfying such a harmless, little fantasy, would you?" She laughed, pushed the blanket to the floor and rose gracefully to her feet. She exaggerated the swing of her hips slightly as she walked away from him and, at the entrance to the hall, looked over her shoulder to see of I was still looking at her. I reluctantly raised his gaze from her marvelous ass to her mischievous eyes. "Thank you," I said with a wide smile. She returned my smile. "You're more than welcome." My True Love "Dinner in ten minutes," I said. She nodded and disappeared into the hall. Later, I watched as my sister ate heartily. She had combed out her hair from the ponytail she wore earlier. Now it shined and framed her beautiful face. She wore jeans and a blouse, but remained barefooted, and I noticed she still wore no bra. As she ate, a dab of spaghetti sauce hung from the corner of her mouth, and I wiped it away with my finger and sucked the sauce into my mouth. "You're a sexy galoot," Sara commented. "Good cook, too. This sauce is delicious. What's your secret?" "Red wine. After sauteing the vegetables, I added about a cup of burgundy before the tomatoes and tomato sauce -- some of the same wine you're sipping now." She dipped some garlic toast into the sauce and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmm, nice. You do know how to satisfy a woman, both in the kitchen and sexually. I enjoyed this afternoon, Bro. I needed to be loved. I needed the sex we had and more, but..." "But I'm your brother." "Precisely." She gazed at me with her sultry eyes. "Damn! What am I going to do with this serious itch you've given me? If you were any other man, I'd take you to my bed and use your tool to scratch the itch deep inside me until you squealed for mercy and the itch went away." As I laughed, I felt my cock lengthen in my pants. "You do have a way with words, Sis." She laughed with me. "Not really. Just being honest." "Why is your aversion to incest so strong?" She shrugged and said, "I don't know. I had the same upbringing as you, was taught the same as you about how wrong it is, but you aren't as averse as me. Why is that?" I just smiled. "Because I've wanted you since testosterone started seeping into my system. At first, I felt guilty about my desire for you. Just like I said earlier that why I to leave I thought it was wrong for me to fell this way." "So, what made you change your mind about being guilty," she asked. When she asked that I didn't know I dad would like me to tell her what told me. So I said, "Well I had a talk with to wise men. One of these I can tell you about and the I will not is that OK." OK she said. "Well, it was just after the thing of there in Europe, so the Corp thought that I need to 'cool down and to get out of a plane for and while. So I was sent to the Philippines as the "commanding officer the embassy. So I became friends with one of the locals that work in the "embassy. One day he ask me to come to his house for dinner, so I told him I would because I "was get sick with the chow line. When I got there I met who I thought was is wife. But, as the "night went along I heard something. At first, I didn't know what I heard was right until I was "getting ready to leave and I heard him call her Sis. So, I ask him if he would to walk back with "for a drink. As we where going he ask me if I had heard him calling is wife Sis. I said I did and "what I would to talk about. So there we where talk about it, and he was telling how got hurt "and their was no one to help him. That was until is sister came to help and one thing lead to "another and they confessed they love tell each other." "That took me by surprise, and he knew that it did. Then I asked him how he could did that; "because with him being a Catholic it was a sin. He just told that if Adam and Eve where the "people to start the human race than there sons and daughters, and then the sons, daughters, 'and cousin. And then after the flood their where just Noah and is son and their wife's, so he "said the you can assume that incest as happen. I told him didn't assume because he would "make an ass out you and me. Well, he said if I can't assume it then just logic because if that "didn't happen than the human race would have been dead a long time ago. And I just knew he "was right. So Sis what do you think." "Your right about on thing he is wise, but I just going have to do some thinking about myself," she said. We sat there in the quiet for sometime when I look at the clock. I remember that I told my friend that I was going to meet him. As I got to leave she stop me. "Are you leave me again." I notice she said me not us. "No, Hon not for it less three months, but I told Donnie that I would meet him. Why is there something you need me to do?" I said with a big grin. "No, It is late and I wanted you to see with me." I was grinning from ear to ear then, and she said. "No sex though; I just want to wake up with me in your arms." "Will that can happen Sis; I will be back. So, I went and called Donnie and told me to meet me in the morning. And my sister and I went to bed. Yes, although I wanted something to happen but nothing did. Well, I didn't get any sleep that, but of can blame me. With a beauty like the one I had in their arms. The last thing you think about is sleeping. About five in the morning my arm was getting a frog in it, so got up and look outside. I decided to go for a run, and left a note saying that I be back soon. I like running it helps me think. So, there I was just run not thinking about the time until look at my watch and saw that I had been run for an hour. Well, turn a started to head back home until I thought I would make Sis some breakfast. Not just your average breakfast, so I went to the local store and got somethings. While I was in there I met some people there and they jus talked my head off. Everytime I tried to leave their was someone again telling me how good it is to see me. It finally took me two hours for me leave. Good thing is that I didn't have to pay the food because one of my friends was the owner of the store. I got back home around ten o'clock. I put everything up trying to be quiet. After I was done I went looking for Sara, but I didn't find anywhere I the house. Now it was my turn to feel a lost. I thought that I had push her over the top of her limits. I sat in the bedroom where slept and just hugged her pillow. It had her sent on it. Then I notice that I had a tear in my eye. "I can't cry." I told myself. "I'm a Marine, Jar Head, a Dare Devil and Marines just don't cry." Just then the phone rang I pick it to say Hello. "AJ. What is wrong." Someone said. "AJ talk to me." I knew it was my sister. "Yes," I said. Trying to sound like I wasn't about to cry. "AJ are you crying." Sara asked. No, I said. "I am a Marine. I get push off an Aircraft Carrier in a jet that goes from zero to one hundred fifty miles an hour. I just don't cry." "You can't lie to me AJ. I know you are lying. So what's up? Plus you are not just a Marine you a human too that feels." She said. "Did I push you to far?" I asked. "Because if I did I can leave and we can go back the way it was and I will just forget about last night. You can tell Mom, dad, and Donna I will try to see some other time, and will go back to HQ." "No AJ you didn't, what makes you think that and what is this talk about leaving?" "Well, when I went for my run you where here, but as soon as I get back your gone. Not a note tell you be back. Like I did for you." I said with a hard tone. There we where on the phone and we haven't said a singe word to each other for a few seconds, so I thought that I would be the to brake quietness. "I am sorry Sara." "Sorry. Sorry for what?" "I am sorry for coming home getting you all messed up; I am sorry that I left Mom, Donna, and you without saying good-bye; I am sorry for the way I just talk to you. I am just sorry." "AJ, I'm not sorry that you didn't come home, but I am mad that you didn't me good-bye, and I am sorry that didn't you a note, but I did tell you last night that I was going to read about the stuff you told me about remember. Plus the over there is still on dial-up and have cable" "Yes I do know. Well, what time are you coming back here." "Well, not for sometime so goo and see your friend, but don't make plans for tonight because I am going to make you take me out for dinner and some dancing." "OK, what did you want me to pick you up? Will six be OK?" "Yes, See you at six. Good-bye." Then I said. "Sara." "Yes, AJ." "I love you." "I know you do," she said with funny voice. I just sat there thinking that to myself that some why she got dad to tell her about why I really feel. The day was so slow. I did think that the damn clock would ever get to six. I tried to do everything that I could to get the time to go by fast. My friend and I went fishing, shot a few rounds of skeet, play some pool, where we won $500 by beating some jerks. Finally I was four had told Donnie that I had to leave because I had a date. Most of the time I am ready to go I about ten minutes, but tonight I wanted everything to be just right. I called and rented a limo, made reservations at the grandness restaurant, order some roses in four different colors, red, white, pink, and yellow. After all that I went to showered and shaved. I showed up it my sisters right six o'clock. I didn't have to wait on her one bit; because soon as got out of the limo she ran right to and jump I my arms. She planted the biggest kiss on me and I return it back. She was dress to kill. She had on this tub black dress, with silk thigh highs, and high heels. I had and theory that she didn't have anything on under that dress, so I had her to turn around for me so I could just get a good look at her. Then she ask me. "Well, little brother do you like." "Hell yes I like I going have to beat every guy off of you tonight." "Thank you hon, but I promise there is only one guy for me tonight, and if anyone is going beat someone it will have to be me. Because now I know why women like men in uniform." I was dressed in my dress blues. Then she said, "I feel like I am in the movie 'Officer and a Gentleman.'" After she said that I reached down and sweep her off her feet and had her in my arms and told her, "Well I don't know if I looked better than Richard Gere, but you hell of a lot better than Debra Winger." Then she kissed me and I kissed her back. As we where going to the restaurant, we where taking about my life in the Corp, about Mom and dad. Then she asked about the roses. "I love my roses, but why all the different colors." "You don't know the meaning of the roses will let me yell you my fine look lady. The red roses means LOVE. The white roses means PURE. The pink roses are the best it takes red and white to make pink, so a pink roses means PURE LOVE. And last, but not least yellow roses mans TRUTH. "So far, it's the best date I've ever had, AJ," Sara gushed and cuddled close to me. "And, it's just getting started." I said "I love your gentle touch; all afternoon I trembled thinking about how you touch me, how your hands feel as they move over my body. Yes, just like that," she whispered as I tested my theory that she wore nothing under the dress. My hand on the inside of her thigh slipped over silky, warm skin as it traveled up to her wet vulva. Her trim legs separated, giving me access. She moaned and kissed me with passion, and en route to the restaurant, I gave her a small orgasm with my fingers. The dinner was delicious -- a rousing success, but not as successful as Sara. She turned a few heads that night in the restaurant, both men and women, and when we arrived at the club to dance, I felt like the luckiest guy in the nightclub. I certainly had the most beautiful woman on my arm. I couldn't think of a place I'd rather be or a person I'd rather be with. We danced during a slow song. The loveliest woman I knew was in my arms, flashing me warm smiles, and the wonderful curves of her body pressed up and down my length. I wanted to suspend time, to hold her like this forever, but the song ended, and she stepped back away from me, furtively glancing down to eye the erection she had created and maintained for so long. I enjoyed her body next to mine, moving against me, but I wanted to watch Sara really move, so we stepped out for a fast tune. The beautiful woman and the music became one as she undulated, twisted and turned and swayed so rhythmically and gracefully I had to stop to watch her, and I wasn't the only one to pause and watch. She oozed grace and sex, a strange combination not easily achieved, as she moved around the dance floor. During one slow song, she pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me, a kiss that surpassed all her previous efforts, which I didn't think possible until she proved otherwise. She pulled away from the embrace and gazed up at me with her beautiful, dark green eyes -- needy eyes filled with yearning and love and lust, all at the same time. "I'm in love with you too, AJ, and I know that you love to I had always knew to." She whispered to me. I could say or do anything. I stopped dancing, and just stood there with my mouth open. "Well, are you going to say something or are you just look like that all night long?" She asked me. "H...H..How did you find out." I asked softly. Here I am. A captain in the USMC. I fly jets with people trying to shoot me down. I have pushed another jet with its tail hook so the can get to safety. Even though I did all that, but this was the time I my life that I was really scared. I had wanted to hear those words for so very long. The fingers of both of her hands moved through my hair as she continued, "I've been in love with you since you was twelve years old, maybe before, but I felt guilty about my feelings for you and tried to ignore them, tried to love other men, lesser men, worthless men, like Mark. I considered what happened with Mark punishment for loving you. I've known for years you were the love of my life. I cursed my perversion. I could never have you, I believed. Incest was wrong, frowned upon by society, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop loving you." "Why didn't you say something sooner, Sara? You would have made me the happiest man alive because I've felt the same way about you for as long as I could appreciate romantic love. I love you with all my heart. I would have never left." She kissed me again moaning into my mouth. "Take me my home, AJ. Take me my place not mom's and dad's. I want to make love with in my bed not theirs. I can't wait any longer. I need you now." We hurried from the club. Our driver opened the door, and we tumbled inside and into each other's arms. The drive to Sara's home was short, and I dismissed and paid the driver at the curb. Sara waited patiently by my side. We kissed again just inside the door. "I love your eyes on me, AJ," she said as she pushed my jacket off my shoulders. "They caress me like gentle fingertips and excite me beyond belief. Sometimes, you take my breath away with just a look." "I haven't the slightest idea how to remove your dress. I can find no zipper, no buttons, no..." She hushed me with a finger to my lips, bent and pulled the dress up over her head, and with a sensuous wiggle dropped it to the parquet floor. She stood before me wearing only her open-toed high heels. "Get naked, AJ," she said simply and walked away from me toward her bedroom. She knew I would watch her and glanced coyly over her shoulder and smiled at me with a come hither look. I had kicked off my shoes, and jerked my starched white shirt from my pants, but compared to her glorious nudity, I still felt fully dressed. I didn't want to let her out of my sight, so I followed her while removing my shirt. I struggled out of my slacks at the bedroom door and hopped around ungainly like I had a hot foot while taking off my socks. Sara graciously didn't laugh at my awkward, boyish behavior. My boxers hit the carpet as she turned to me and moved into my arms. My heart beat wildly. Finally, I would make love to the woman I had secretly loved for so many years, and joyfully and surprisingly, I had discovered that night she also loved me the same way. We had wasted so much time and had so very much to catch up on, and tonight would be the beginning of our life-long journey together. She pulled me with her to her large bed, and we fell upon it still holding each other. Reaching with her dainty fingers, she encircled my hard cock and stroked it as I nuzzled her breasts, taking each into my mouth and sucking softly on her nipples. "Fuck me, AJ. Now, please," she whispered. "I can't wait another second to feel you inside me." "I'm hot, very excited, Sis. I'll come too soon." "That's all right. I know how to get you hard again. Fuck me, damn it!" I wasn't the only person in the room on the verge of an orgasm. Sara climaxed the second I entered her, and curiously, when I had no need to wait for her, my arousal dipped to a controllable level. "Oh, AJ, you don't know how long I've dreamed of you inside me, fucking me, holding me while your cock fills me like this," she whispered when she recovered from her climax. "That's why I came so quickly. I've been fucking you in my mind for years. We've had years of foreplay all focused on the moment you entered me, and the thrill of it overwhelmed me." Her cunt was amazing. Still pulsating, it massaged the length of my cock like a million little fingers with an occasional squeeze as a residual contraction struck her body from her climax. Her wet heat thrilled me, and I rolled to my back without loosing our connection. She straddled me and started to slide on and off my cock. "The best," I muttered. "You the are best, sweet sister of mine, the love of my life." I fondled her breasts and my hands roamed over the cheeks of her ass and down her thighs. "You are so deep inside me," she murmured almost to herself. "So very deep, so very fulfilling." She squirmed against me while I was as deep in her as I could be. I felt her large and hard clitoris rub through my pubic hair, and then she slid her hips forward up off of my cock until only the crown remained inside her. The slide back took my breath away because I could relax enough now to appreciate the sensations their joining created. Now I understood her comment about years of foreplay. "Home," I said softly. "I'm home where I should be." She sighed and agreed, still moving slowly, lovingly, on and off my throbbing cock. She kissed me, but quickly released me from the kiss as she quickened her pace. I grabbed her hips to stop her because if she continued I would surely climax, and I didn't want the moment, the sensations e shared to end. "No, let me go, AJ," she insisted, so I let her go. I couldn't deny her for nothing. I could tell that she was reaching for another climax, but I didn't know if I could stay the course until she achieved her goal. The speed of her thrusts increased yet again, and I became lost in the feelings rushing through my body. She screamed with joy, and I felt her cunt grasp my cock with force as an orgasm overwhelmed her, and then I didn't know what happened over the next few seconds because I let the pleasure seeping through every pore of my body take me away to a place of pure exquisite bliss. When I could sense the world around me again, I was screaming my sister's name, and semen was blasting from my throbbing cock into her convulsing cunt. We had become one. She collapsed atop me, but the weight of her little body didn't oppress me; rather, it thrilled me. I was still hard inside her, throbbing and feeling her continuing contractions. We kissed softly, and Sara rolled off me. "I'm so in love with you, I can hardly stand the emotions rolling through me," I said. She whimpered and kissed me with passion. "I know how you feel. It's as if life just started for me, as if all the time before was a waste and inconsequential. I love you, Bro. I love you with all my heart." We made love again a while later, and then once more after Sara proved her prediction she could make me hard again. I went to sleep while still inside her. Sometime during the night, I awoke to wonderful sensations and saw Sara with her mouth wrapped around my hard cock. When she noticed that I was awake, she mounted me, and we made love for the last time that night. My True Love More to come!!!! Please let me know I you like it. My True Love “So, it’s been awhile. But, it’s like riding a bike, right? Sure it is. Once you learn, you’ll never forget. That’s what I keep telling myself. One day you’ll find that special guy, that one person that ...ooooh, hello. Gee, I wish that was the type of guy that would talk to me,” I think to myself as I walk around the restaurant. “Hmm, Saturday night, and what am I doing? ... Working, of course. God, I’m such a workaholic...” “Excuse me, miss?” you says as I walk past. “Oh my God, it’s the guy, what do I do, what do I do...” I frantically think. “Yes, sir, wh-what can I get for you?” I ask as I flash you my best, I-really-don’t-look-that-desperate-do-I? smile. “I don’t think you remember me, I, uh, used to work here,” you explain. I take a long, hard look at your face: that strong jawline, and that gently sloping nose, the facial hair, and oh, those eyes, piercing blue and crystal clear. “Ohhh,” I think to myself, “I remember him; he used to cook here. Wow, do I ever remember him. I used to have so many fantasies about him...” “Julie, right?” “Oops, he’s talking to me, and I wasn’t paying attention,” I think to myself. “Yeah, that’s right, I remember you now. How have you been?” I ask. “Oh, so-so,” you quickly responds. “I actually came here, hoping you’d still be working here. I was thinking...” “Julie..... Julie” I hear from the corner of my section. “Uhh, excuse me for a second,” I say, as I cut you off mid-sentence. “There he is, damn it, the boss. I guess he noticed me standing in one spot for too long. God, why do I still work at the god-forsaken place??” I try to stop the thoughts racing through my head. “I’ll be right back, sweetie,” I say, flashing that smile again. I returned to the table a few minutes later, swinging my hips, carrying his burger in one hand and a refill of root beer in the other. “Here ya go,” I say, as I place your meal in front of you, leaning over, secretly hoping you’ll notice my advance. “My manager said I could take a cigarette break, so I’m just going to hide out here for a few minutes instead of going outside... if that’s ok with you,” I suggest, raising my eyebrows at you. “Sure,” you eagerly respond, as I take a seat next to you. “Now, back to what I was about to ask you. Would you like to come over to my place tonight and watch a movie or play some video games or something?” “Oh My God, wasn’t I just thinking that I’d like for a guy just like this, as a matter of fact, this exact guy, to talk to me? Holy Shit! Of course, I’d like to hang out with you. Wait, did I actually say that, or did I just think it?” I have to stop thinking so fast. “Yeah, that would be really fun,” I utter, perhaps a little too quickly, so I just smile and hope you don’t notice. “Whew, he didn’t notice,” I quickly and silently assure myself. “Well, my break is up,” I shrug. “Give me a call later tonight,” I whisper into your ear as I place my number scribbled on a sheet of paper into your soft hands. My mind begins to wander, “Mmm, those soft hands, with those long curved fingers. God I love his hands. I would love to have his hands on me, on my breasts, on every curve of my body, caressing and massaging every square inch of my flesh. Ooh, I almost forgot I was at work. Hey, we close soon. I’m that much closer to those hands of his. Now that I think about it, why should I have to wait until later tonight to have his beautiful hands all over me?” I stand for awhile out of your line of sight, watching you eat in silence. When I see that you’re approaching that last bite, I meander over to your table, checking on all my other guests on the way. I certainly can’t neglect the other guests. During the entire trek to the table, my mind is incessantly creating fantasy after fantasy of what your hands could do to me, and even better yet, what the rest of your body could do to me. By the time I actually get to your table, I am so turned on I can hardly stand it, so wet and hot that it is nearly unbearable. I smile seductively at you, lean down and put my mouth so close that my warm breath tickles your ear as I speak. “Why don’t you follow me?” I suggest. “To where?” you ask, with a devilish grin slowly spreading across your face. “You’ll see,” I quickly assert, taking your hand in mine. I can feel the heat flowing from your hand to mine, that same heat quickly moves through my body to my centermost core, sending chills up my spine. I lead you through the now nearly empty restaurant, and quickly duck into the cooler, pulling you in after me. Once the door closes behind you, I spin around to face you, looking up into your eyes. I smile at you again while reaching behind your neck to pull your face down to mine. Here we are, face to face, at eye level to one another, savoring that special moment before pure ecstasy. Suddenly, we are both overtaken by passion. I press my lips against yours, opening up to you. This kiss, the first kiss we’ve shared, pure bliss. Our tongues touch and swirl around one another, dancing together. My body pressed against yours, your large, gentle hand pressed against my lower back, holding me as close to you as possible, while your other hand runs through my long, silky hair. The roughness with which you kiss me, your facial hair scratching my face, your lips firmly pressed against mine, your gentle tongue exploring my mouth, sends a surge of desire through my being. Slowly, we pull away from one another, pull away from a kiss that seemed to last forever. Breathing heavily, both extremely aroused, I ask, “You’ll call me later tonight?” Between ragged breaths, you reply, “Definitely.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I return to my apartment, welcomed by my loving kitten. I am pleased to see the message light flashing on my answering machine. I pressed the urgent red button and am greeted by your soothing voice. “Hey beautiful, I can’t wait to see you later. The trip to the cooler left me wanting more.” Beep. I pick up the phone and dial your number. Just the anticipation of hearing your voice has gotten me aroused. I tell you that I am going to take a quick shower and that I will see you in a few minutes. “Why don’t you take a shower over here?” you propose enticingly. Of course, I accept the offer. In a matter of minutes, I am standing on your front steps. As you open your door, I am met with the alluring scent of burning incense and lit candles. I step inside and you move behind me and begin to kiss my neck. My sexual frustration from earlier in the night begins to intensify once again. As you continue lightly kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear, you slowly walk me towards the bathroom, where you have already run a hot bath for me. Still standing behind me, you reach for the bottom of my shirt, and pull it over my head, exposing my full, bare breasts to your awaiting eyes. You kiss down my shoulder and onto my back while slowly turning me around. You then lick and lightly kiss your way up my stomach to my breasts, taking each in your mouth, sucking and biting each nipple, turning me on more with each tender kiss. Quickly, you unbutton my pants, letting them drop to my ankles and then remove my now soaked panties. You pause for a minute to take in my scent and then reach your hands to my round ass, pulling the center of my being closer to you. You press your tongue against me, tasting me for the first time. You pull me even closer to you, burying your face in me, licking and sucking. Suddenly, without warning, I am overtaken by an orgasm so intense, I nearly collapse in your arms. You continue to touch me, making waves of pleasure course through my body. Once I can take no more, you stand and begin to undress yourself. I reach to stop you, and take your shirt into my hands and lift it over your head for you. Gently kissing your chest and muscular arms, I unbutton your jeans and pull your striped boxer briefs and pants off, freeing you from your uncomfortable confines. I take you into my mouth, slowly at first, taking great pleasure in your taste and scent, bathing you with my tongue. As I taste you more and more, I take more of you into my mouth, until I cannot take anymore. I begin to run my tongue along you, sucking you and licking you. I am encouraged to continue by the moans escaping your throat. As you begin to thrust into my mouth, I pull you closer to me with one hand, while with my other hand I begin to touch myself. Your moans begin to increase in intensity and volume as I suck harder and more rapidly. I feel your body tense, signaling your approaching orgasm. I increase the speed of my fingers on myself, until I feel another climax drawing near. Thrusting harder and farther into my mouth, your sexual frustration is released just as I reach a second, earth-shattering orgasm. Both satisfied, for the moment at least, you help me to my feet and then into the now luke-warm bath and you climb in behind me. You lather up the soap and begin to bathe me, while gently massaging my shoulders and back at the same time. You kiss my neck and I lean my head back onto your shoulder, allowing you greater access to my shoulders and the sight of my naked, flushed skin. After we are both squeaky-clean, you get out of the bathtub and hold a towel up to me and begin to dry me, careful not to miss a single droplet of water. You then lead me to the bedroom, lying my naked body down onto the soft mattress. Starting at my ankles, you kiss your way up my body, massaging every part of me before sweetly kissing. Once again, I can feel the desire building in my core. When you finally reach my mouth, we become encompassed in our kisses, each more passionate than the one before. You pull me on top of you, still kissing my lips and neck and shoulders. You quickly enter me, without hesitation. The sensation that spreads through me at that precise moment is powerfully overwhelming. Slowly, you begin to thrust in and out of me, helping lift me and allowing me to drop. Your hands are everywhere at once, touching, squeezing, pinching, and massaging. As your pace quickens, our breathing becomes ragged, moans and cries of pleasure escaping both of us simultaneously. “Harder, harder, faster,” I command. You willingly comply. I lean toward your face to kiss you, biting your lower lip as I pull away. Harder and faster, and harder and faster, you thrust within me. With each thrust, a wave ecstasy flows through my body, causing all my extremities to tingle. Harder and faster still, and with one final thrust, we simultaneously orgasm. I throw my head back in pure orgasmic bliss, allowing the sensations of my climax to fully control my body. Collapsing on top of you, breathing heavily, I kiss you and roll off of you. I cuddle up next to you, with my body fitting against yours perfectly and drift off to a comfortable slumber land, where I get to spend every moment of my day with you and only you. My True-Love Story My name is Kim Young. I'm a happy and healthy nineteen this year. This is my very first story (but not my first "submission!") My story begins five years ago, when our neighbors moved in next door. I'll always remember that sunny April afternoon in Omaha, when they climbed out of their sky blue minivan with out-of-state license plates. They were Korean, a father, mother and daughter. Mom and Dad and I greeted them with open arms, and we really hit it off at once. Steve had just accepted a job at our nearby local hospital, Maggie was a housewife, and I caught their daughter sneaking peeks at me all through supper. For me as well, it was love at first sight. We became inseparable. To my surprise and immense relief, her parents warmly embraced me into their family. Annie at fourteen was a couple of years younger than I, lovely and petite. My blond, blue-eyed athletic good looks perfectly complemented her golden skinned, luxuriant black mane and her absolutely beautiful amber eyes. We'd hold hands at Church, where my Dad would preach while Mom played the organ. The only times we spent apart was when I'd be at football practice or she'd be at piano lessons. More often than not, she'd stop by the local library when I was working and just hung out until closing time. We'd walk home the long way, hand in hand. I thought I could never be happier. Her Mom and Dad would teach me a few words of Korean, and I'd sometimes join Annie and Steve in the mornings and evenings when he taught her Hapkido and Tae Kwon Do. I learned to love beef bulgogi. Our blissful world ended when a drunk driver in a pickup crashed into that same minivan on that rainy night in 2001. Annie and her mom were in the front, and thankfully didn't suffer. I was in the back, and spent five weeks in the hospital, crying out my eyes and my heart. During my long recovery, Steve looked in on me every day. I'd often wake up and see him quietly sitting there in the darkness. During that month, something deep inside me changed. My love for his family became an obsession, and I resolved to spend the rest of my life devoted to his happiness. Steve is in his thirties, with jet-black hair and coal-black eyes. He is physically very fit. He was born in Seoul and went to medical school in Pennsylvania. Other than the fact that he is drop-dead gorgeous, that's all you'll need to know about my man! I was always in pretty good shape, but not a jock. At five-five and one-twenty, I really don't have the build for it. Reflecting on the events of that awful night, I decided to do something about the situation. Gradually, I added to my therapy sessions until my workout routine ran to two hours each day. I'd let my hair grow out as my plan took form. I avidly devoured Internet pages like mad. Nifty gave me purpose and direction, saving my life. I became a student of the transvestite sites, and tried everything from tight tank tops to lingerie. Nothing looked right for the longest time, and I frequently gave up in disgust and despair. Many nights I would cry myself to sleep as my self-appointed goal seemed unattainable. Weeks turned into months of practicing posture, slinking about like a model, and posing before the mirror, wetting my lips and gazing soulfully into my own reflection. One fateful night, the perfect doe-eyed, mouth-slightly-agape expression looked out at me from the mirror, perfectly capturing the depth of desire that was in my heart for a wonderful man. I smoothed cocoa butter over my naked form and inhaled deeply, savoring the moment. Blind, unreasoning pure lust filled my breast as I hungrily drank in the sexy vision that was my creation. The fingers of both hands teased distended nipples while I bit my lower lip between white teeth. My head tilted slightly forward, upcast eyes gazing upward at myself. I stroked my penis with one hand while the middle finger of the other penetrated my boy-pussy. I gasped aloud when I came, chest heaving and body covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. Experimentation with perfume, body oils, nail polishes, eye shadows, cut-offs, lip gloss and body glitter took countless hours. I practiced giving myself enemas and taking dildos up my ass until I felt I could stroke them with my tight belly muscles. I gave myself countless climaxes by probing my prostate with fingers and carrots. My abs and calves became cut like diamonds. I played with myself each night, until my stamina and capacity for sex were up to my own exacting standard. Did you know the prostitutes of ancient Egypt had all sorts of marvelous tricks, including the invention of lipstick to advertise oral sexual services, and imbibing small quantities of kerosene to make their urine fragrant like violets? For two weeks, I masturbated myself before my reflection - stopping just short of blessed release. I wanted my first night with Steve to be memorable, and I was saving it up for a spectacular seduction. My entire allowance went toward cosmetics, bath oils, toys and lingerie. After a long nine months of preparations, with tanned glowing skin and a sense of confidence, I felt ready at last to spring my love-trap. Annie and I often slept over at one another's respective homes, so Mom and Dad readily accepted my request to spend my sixteenth birthday at Steve's house. Steve was grateful for the prospect of my company in his lonely solitude. My cover story was that Steve and I would spend the day at the local Fun Plex Amusement Park. I let myself into the darkened house while Steve was still on his rounds at Methodist. Their home was as familiar to me as my own, and I knew his secret passions for lesbian and shemale porn. His DVD stash was as familiar to me as my own bookmarks, and I would marvel at each addition to his extensive library. We had so much in common it made my throat ache each time I thought of him in his loneliness. My overnight bag yielded up precious candles. I doubted the purported aphrodisiac properties which the aromatherapy shop had advertised, but their scent perfectly set the romantic mood for my devious seduction. I lit them and let their fragrance fill the empty house. The CD which I'd painstakingly prepared played romantic music, from Ravel's Bolero to "Chances Are" and "La Vie en Rose." Steve's shift ended at eleven o'clock, so I spent the night getting ready by taking a long soak and applying clear polish to my long fingernails and my toenails. I slept nude, and dreamt of Steve. My erect penis and aching balls throbbed in anticipation. When I awoke the next morning, I showered and gave myself another enema. My hair was a sumptuous dream, and the strawberry lip gloss mixed intoxicatingly with the chocolate aroma of the body rub I carefully applied all over myself. A hint of mascara, a few strategically applied dabs of Chanel No. 5 to my pusle points, and I felt ready for anything. I donned the tan half-tee that exposed my toned midriff to devastating effect. My white tight short-shorts clung to my muscled ass and accentuated, rather than hid, my waiting erection. I busied myself in the kitchen preparing waffles and coffee. I squeezed fresh orange juice and made a tray. Barefoot, I padded to Steve's bedroom door. My heart was in my throat as I let myself in. He was asleep, one arm outflung. Satin sheets covered my sleeping love, and I stopped for a moment to admire his smooth muscular torso sheathed in a white athletic shirt. Inspiration struck when I caught a glimpse of myself in his bedroom mirror. I set the breakfast tray down on his bed and dipped my fingers into the ceramic pot of butter. I applied a generous handful to my hair and to my face, slicking it down. Then a dollop went up my ass, for later. I poured out a small handful of maple syrup and smoothed it over my face. Then, with my face inches from Steve's, I breathed a husky "Good Morning" into my sleeping love's unsuspecting ear. He stirred and opened his eyes. They widened as he took me in. "Kim?" "Yes, Steve. It's me. How about some breakfast?" I whispered, as sexily as I could manage. He was clearly struggling. For the first time, I felt fear. What if I had miscalculated? Would he reject me? Without waiting, eyes closed, I impetuously pressed my lips to his. He stiffened abruptly. Then, after the longest time, I felt him relax and his powerful arms encircled me. I felt like a million dollars. Making throaty grunts, I felt him all over. My hands roamed from his shoulders, over his hairless face, down his taut thighs. I felt his manhood quicken even as mine pressed against his body. I broke our kiss to move the breakfast tray to the floor. He just stared at me as I slipped out of my top and wriggled out of my shorts. Steve remained motionless as I slid the sheets down. "Are you sure..." he croaked. "Shhh." I placed a finger over his lips. Then I kissed him again. This time, my tongue penetrated his lips and he opened his mouth to receive me. Our mouths clung together, as my searching hands found the elastic of his underpants. He wore boxer-briefs, and I noted with excitement that his penis was now completely erect. I slipped off his undervest and ran my hands over his rippled chest. "Mmmmm." I toyed with his nipples before I ran my tongue over the left one. He shuddered. I took his right nipple between thumb and forefinger as I suckled at his left. With my other hand, I began stroking his hard cock. "Oh, Steve...I've been dreaming of this moment...you're soooooo sexy...let me just..." My lips travelled down his magnificent body until my nose skirted his bush and my tongue finally reached his dick. I looked him in the eyes with all the love I could muster and took him into my mouth. When he moaned, it felt to my ears like applause. His aroma was indescribably exciting. The salty precum tasted fantastic. I took his length into my mouth and down my throat. He groaned and went rigid. My head bobbed and my fingers explored his entire body while I made animalistic noises deep in my chest and my throat. It was heaven. We made love all day long. I took him in my ass on all fours, in my mouth, and begged him to pee on me in the bathtub. He did everything I asked, and more. The best was when I laid on my back, and he fucked me up my ass. I thought I would never stop coming. The sperm I'd reserved for weeks just kept spurting and spurting over my ripped abs. I thought I would faint from happiness. We would wash each other, dry each other, and would soon afterwards need another bath! Mom and Dad did not understand or approve. After another interminable fight, I moved out to live with my true love right next door. Steve applied for a position out of state. I'm on estrogen treatments. Cosmetic surgery and saline-bag implants have made me into the image of the perfect mate for Steve. I now live full time as a woman, and am enrolled in the local community college. Our happiness has been made complete when we were able to take our marriage vows in California. We flew out first class, holding hands all the way there. We honeymooned for a week. Steve booked us into the Bridal Suite. I was so proud when he carried me over the threshold in his strong arms. We had room service (I was naughty, dressed only in my bathrobe when they delivered our oysters, surf and turf on a cart!). We had endless champagne and bubblebaths, and fucked and sucked for over four hours. Exhausted, and deeply in love, we fell asleep in each other's arms. I still remember my pillow being wet with my tears of joy, and the savory flavor of Steve's come in my mouth as I dropped off to a dreamless sleep. Steve and I have decided that I'll remain pre-operative. We have a spectacular love life, it feels like the most natural thing in the world to me. He fucks me nearly every day, sometimes he takes it from behind from me. We jog together every day. More often than not our workouts end up in full-blown all out marathon sex, so maybe we'll just stick to running for our exercise. Once, we were stretching out and ended up doing a hot 69 for what seemed like hours. Then Steve rammed my bottom until I was raw. I loved it! Our love life is full. We shop adult stores together, and have turned more than a few heads. I guess they don't see a lot of Asian men. With all due modesty, I guess I must pass well enough as a woman. We've never been asked to leave, and have seen more than a few other trannies being ejected. If you're careful and don't try to walk in together, hooking up in the booth is easier than it looks. I adore waiting inside until Steve can slide in, while my pulse pounds in my ears in anticipation. Will we finally get caught? It's a delightfully tantalizing prospect! I suck Steve off in the video booths as often as possible, and we enjoy collecting lesbian and transsexual movies and magazines together. We've videotaped ourselves, experimented with foodplay (melted dark chocolate and whipped cream is still our favorite), and spend hours every day surfing the porn sites for new ideas. Shaving our pubic hair was a novel idea and another turn-on. Once we arranged to meet outside a video store, me dressed to kill in stiletto heels and a very RED dress and him in a business suit. I slipped into a booth and played an Asian lesbian film, while Steve purchased lube and condoms at the counter. Without a sound, he joined me. Then, undoing his trousers, he joined me. It felt wickedly decadent, the cold lube slicking my hole up while he breathed down the nape of my neck, his fingers pulling my thong to the side. I took his free hand and placed it over my breast while I whispered how I'd never done anything like this before. The fear of being discovered lent a tangible edge to our lovemaking. I felt slutty and sooooo sexy. What haven't we tried? We watch each other masturbate while talking dirty to each other (I love his cute accent, and his voice alone is enough to set me off). We give each other hand jobs while watching the latest videos. Role-playing is great (I have a very tight schoolgirl outfit with a plaid skirt). Steve is fond of the medical exam (we've snuck into his office a few times after the cleaners have left), and I like our private tutor game. My jugs stretch out the tiny swimsuits that are much too nasty to wear outdoors, and I try to keep body as tight as I can with diet, rest and plenty of exercise. My man could easily win any number of bodybuilding or modelling contests. He saves it all for little old me. For his birthday, I called him at work. He was covering the graveyard shift. After making sure he wasn't needed elsewhere, I told him about a VERY special checkup with my Korean gynecologist in which we tried all sorts of new positions. He was quite surprised when he got home and I presented him with the videotape of me draped over his office chair, dressed in a kimono and stroking myself while I was telling him my telephone story. The moment I shot my load over myself while licking the phone mouthpiece was the highlight, and we've watched it over and over together. I'll never forget one Saturday when Steve was off-call. Unplugging the phone, and switching off the mobile and the pager, he wore his green scrubs while I made myself up in the boudoir. We drank nothing but clear juice and water that day. Around noon, I dressed in my nurse's uniform. My bladder felt wonderfully full. We went to the office we keep in the basement and played at dictation for a little while. Then I asked to excuse myself. I left the bathroom door slightly ajar and carefully inspected my makeup in the mirror. The Doctor peered in through the cracked door, and slowly inched his way in. Breathing heavily, I backed away while he ravaged me, pawing my boobs and fingering my asshole. He smeared my lipstick and felt me up, cupping my balls while his lips crushed mine. Then he slowly undressed while I staggered over the tub. I crouched submissively, eyes never leaving his manly form. Steve pissed a hot, clear stream into my waiting mouth while I squatted on my haunches on the porcelain tiles. My hands clutched my full breasts, the nurse's whites over my shoulder and my lacy brassiere exposed. I thought my cock would burst from the excitement. Steve used petroleum jelly to lubricate my hole, after giving me a thorough tongue examination while I squirmed with pleasure. I peed myself while he took me from the back, hands squeezing my ample tits while I panted out how wrong it was for him to misuse his intern like that. That bathroom and my uniform needed a thorough cleaning after that, I can tell you! I feel truly blessed that I've been able to live out all my dreams and fantasies with the man I love. Who knows what the future can bring?