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Seducing Ben

By: scorpiosting



Petra’s finger’s strained in the darkness trying to locate the dusty old shoebox. Holding it in her hands, she walked into the kitchen. Opening the lid Petra ran her fingers over each image as she laid the contents out. The day had come to rid her life of haunting memories. It was time to cleanse her soul. 

Heavy thuds filled the kitchen as blade met wood, dissecting its victims. First a head, then an arm, a tennis shoe, then a little girl’s flowered dress, one innocent brown eye, and tufts of golden hair slid from the cutting board meeting their final resting place on the smooth tile floor. 

Lifting her pinky to her mouth, Petra sucked and tasted blood. The cleaver frozen in air tightly in her grasp, gleamed as if laughing. Withdrawing her finger from her lips, she noticed that her finger had stopped bleeding. 

The clang of metal echoed inside the basin as Petra placed the blade in the sink. Leaving the kitchen, she grabbed the one picture, which had been spared from sacrifice. Running her fingers across the image printed on the paper, she knew she had found her tool.

****************

“American History, Volume 8, Call Number AMH 921.2,” Ben read the words from the piece of paper in his hands. 

Glancing at the library shelf before him, Ben began to peruse the books. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a woman had rounded the corner at the end of the aisle. She wore a white summer dress, dark sandals, and a band-aid wrapped around one of her pinky fingers. There was something familiar about this woman, but Ben could not remember where he had seen her before. Curiosity played upon his mind as he turned back towards the books. 

“Excuse me, do you work here?”

Ben was lost in thought as he spotted the book he had been looking for. 

“Excuse me,” she said clearing her throat while raising her hand in the air. “Do you work here young man?” 

Turning towards the woman, Ben looked around. He realized they were the only two in the aisle.

“Were you speaking to me, ma’am?” he said pointing to himself.

“Ma’am, Do I really look that old?” she said tilting her head. 

“No,” Ben smiled shyly. 

As the woman approached Ben, she appeared to be a forty something version of Goldie Hawn or Darryl Hannah. She had a few freckles on her cheeks and soft blue eyes. A hint of gloss shone on her pink supple lips. “Not bad for an older woman,” he thought to himself. 

“I was wondering if you could help me?” she said her blue eyes sparkling. “I can’t seem to find this book.” The woman sighed, touching his arm with soft fingertips. 

“American History, Volume 8, Call Number AMH 921.2.” Ben read aloud. “Isn’t that a coincidence? I was actually looking for the same book myself. It is right there,” he said pointing to the bottom shelf. 

The blond woman followed Ben’s pointing finger. Bending over at the waist, she placed her hands on her knees. Taking two steps sideways she stopped right in front of Ben’s pelvis. As Ben looked down he could see the crease of her firm round buttocks. Withdrawing the book from the shelf, the woman lifted and wiggled her hips rubbing his groin feeling his erection. As she turned around, Ben stood face to face with the stranger. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to bump you,” she said her breasts squished to his chest. Ben, aware of the tight strain in his crotch, did his best to hide his embarrassment as he quickly averted his eyes from her plunging cleavage. He couldn’t help feeling aroused. Taking a few steps back he replied, “Are you checking this book out?”

“I planned to,” she smiled as she purposely stared straight at Ben’s crotch. “And if you only knew what you will be checking out,” she thought to herself. “I have a report that I need to write for Mr. Merrick’s class. It is due this Monday and I have been so busy I forgot about it.” 

“Mr. Merrick, I am taking his class as well,” Ben said. 

“What is your name?” The woman asked knowing damn well what it was, as she looked straight into Ben’s eyes. 

“Hi, I’m Ben,” he said extending his hand. 

“Ben…that is a nice name, my name is Petra.” 

As their hands parted Ben noticed the soft touch of her fingers as they slid across his palm sending waves of electricity throughout his body. 

“You look familiar to me. Have we met before?” 

“No, I don’t think so.” Petra smiled, the corners of her mouth curling slightly. “You shouldn’t lie, it isn’t nice,” she silently laughed at herself. She glanced at her watch and then looked back at Ben. “Ben, it was nice to meet you, but I have an errand that I must attend to. Thank you for your help, maybe I will see you around?”

“Sure Petra, maybe I will see you in class.”

As the woman turned, her hip brushed Ben. Ben watched her dress sway and her round buttocks swivel as Petra walked away. Dumbfounded, Ben stood with his mouth slightly open. There was something about the way she smelled, the way her aura reached out to him. She was familiar to him but he couldn’t quite remember. Ben needed relief from the ache in his loins as he turned back towards the shelf seeking a new library book. 

*******************

Ben lay on his bed flipping through channels on the television he had brought from home. He stopped when he saw a group of people playing volleyball. One of the girls had long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. As he watched the girl spike the ball over the net, his eyes were riveted to her bouncing boobs. His thoughts turned to the woman he had met in the library earlier in the day. Aroused he thought of her scent and the raw sexuality, which seemed to ooze from every pore of her body. Removing his hard cock from his jeans, he stroked himself thinking of her. The sight of her naked butt through her dress, the feel of her soft round cheeks as they rubbed his aching bulge and the feel of her fleshy mounds as they pressed into his chest.

“2x + 4y= 20” 

“X = 2, Y = 4,” Ben wrote as he completed his homework. Closing his Algebra book, he lifted his eyes to the clock radio, 4:30pm. 

He stood and stretched his lanky frame. Time to go to the cafeteria and get some dinner he thought. As he closed the door to his room and walked down the hall, the memory of Petra pulled at him again. He smiled and thought how nice it would be to see her at dinner; he doubted however that she would be there. 

Ben paid for his food and found a lounge filled with a few overstuffed couches and chairs. He sat and began to eat. Taking a bite of his hamburger, he chewed a couple of times and then placed it back on his plate. As he lifted his head Petra stood before him. 

“Mind if I join you?” She smiled as she sat across from him. On a small table beside her chair she set a plate of fruit salad down. 

“No not at all,” Ben blushed. “We met in the library earlier, Petra, right?” 

“Yes, Ben, did you have a good afternoon?” she smiled seductively. 

“Yes,” Ben stammered as he thought about the jerk off session she had played a part in earlier that day. By the look in her eyes, he felt guilty as if somehow she knew he had thought about her while masturbating. “Just get it out of your head,” he thought to himself, “she is your mother’s age.” 

“So, Ben, is this your first year in college?” Petra asked with a soft look in her eyes already knowing the answer. 

“Yes, I just graduated from high school in June. My mom wanted me to take a break after I graduated, maybe work a part time job. However she met a guy nine months ago and he moved in shortly after they met. He is a nice enough guy, but a bit egotistical. I decided it was time to leave the nest.”

“So, your mom is divorced?” 

“No, actually my father died two years ago. My mother went through a phase of depression for a while and was afraid to date. She told me that she felt too old and she possibly couldn’t imagine anyone wanting a middle-aged woman. I was a bit shocked when she started dating again and her new boyfriend moved in. I never thought my mom would live with someone she wasn’t married to. I guess after a while she got lonely. 

“Yes, I know how it is Ben; it is tough when you lose someone you love, and you do get lonely. I just turned forty-three and thought that I would be with the same man for the rest of my life. I think that sometimes it is harder for women to be without a mate. When we begin to grow old we get lonely but still have needs Petra said flashing Ben a smile. 

“So, if you don’t mind telling me, may I ask what happened to your husband?”

“Oh, he is still around but he found someone new. I guess he wasn’t happy after twenty years of marriage. At first I was hurt then I grew angry. I discovered that he was cheating on me with an accountant who worked in his office. Imagine my surprise when I opened the door to his office and saw his naked butt pumping wildly between a pair of spread legs suspended in the air. I am getting over it but it still hurts at times. 

“That must have really hurt you when you caught your husband with another woman? It was tough for me losing my father too.” 

Petra laughed to herself and thought, “Must have hurt when I caught my husband with another woman. Yes, she was another woman alright but she wasn’t just any woman, that fucking cunt.”

“Well, I guess I can look on the positive side of things, Ben. I received a nice settlement and the house. It has a pool and a Jacuzzi. My ex-husband is a stockbroker so we were able to live well. I really do not have to worry about money, but I hate sitting around. I thought I would take a few classes until I can figure out what to do with the rest of my life.”

Ben studied her face as she continued speaking.

“At least your mother found someone. Maybe I’ll get lucky and do the same,” she smiled as she brushed a sandal-less foot against the back of Ben’s calf. 

Ben looked down at her foot. 

“I’m sorry” Petra smiled. “I didn’t mean to kick you.”

“That’s alright; I didn’t realize that my foot was practically on top of yours.” 

Petra smiled softly at him again thinking to herself. “We’ll soon see who ends up on top of whom.”

They sat for a few more minutes eating their dinner. He was doing his best to wolf down a double cheeseburger and fries as fast as he could. 

“Whoa there, Tiger,” Petra said doing her best to slow him down. “You are eating that cheeseburger like you are starving to death.”

Ben sat his burger down and looked at Petra with a dab of mayonnaise on his lip. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be such a pig. I forgot to eat lunch.”

“Ben, you have to eat, you must keep that long lanky frame of yours energized,” Petra said teasing him. “A growing young man like you can’t study on an empty stomach.” “And you will need a whole lot of energy when I am done with you,” she thought to herself. 

Petra glanced at her fruit salad and fingered a red strawberry from the plate. Looking Ben in the eyes, she slid her tongue between her lips touching the end. Opening her mouth, her pearly whites bit down on the berry and a tiny teardrop of juice ran halfway down her chin.

“Oops, these are so juicy,” Petra, said in a husky voice as she raised a hand to her chin. “I guess the both of us are having trouble controlling our mouths today. As Petra sucked the rest of the strawberry into her mouth, Ben felt a familiar tingling in his groin. 

“Ben, I haven’t been to school for quite a few years. Since it seems that we both have the same report to write, why don’t we work on it together?”

“Sure,” Ben shrugged. It would be nice to work on it with someone.” 

“Listen, I need to run,” Petra said as she glanced at her watch. Do you have something to write with?”

As Ben pulled a pen from his shirt pocket, it flew out of his fingers landing on the floor in front of Petra. He got to his knees to retrieve the pen, he had a clear view between Petra’s tanned thighs; she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Standing to his feet, Ben felt his cheeks go flush. 

“Are you ok, Ben? Your cheeks look a little red.”

“I’m fine,” Ben felt a small fire spread across his face as his cheeks burned red. “I think I stood up a little too quick.” 

Petra found the piece of paper in her purse. She tore a corner off and wrote a series of numbers on it. Handing it to Ben she said, “Here is my phone number. Give me a call and let me know when we can get together and work on the report. If I’m not home, leave a message on my machine.” 

“I’ll call you so we can arrange a time.” Ben smiled.

“Have a good evening,” Petra smiled as she stood. “I look forward to us working on the report together,” she winked. 

As Petra walked away, Ben glanced at the piece of paper he smiled to himself. Her soft blond bush flashed in his mind. 

It had been two days since Ben had met Petra. She was twice his age but he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Maybe it was her raw sensuality or maybe it was just her familiarity. “917-555-4373,” Ben tapped on the keypad of his cell phone. He could hear her phone ring on the other end. 

“I’m not here right now; you know what to do at the sound of the beep. Jeff, if this is you, I put the rest of your clothes out in the garbage. Maybe you can send your new bitch over to retrieve them. Oh wait, the garbage man has come and gone” her voice said with a slight giggle. “I guess your little angel will have to buy you some new clothes.” Beeeep. 

Ben moved his cell phone away from his ear a few inches. The message caught him off guard. He hadn’t seen a mean streak in Petra today when they met. Hesitating he wasn’t sure if he should leave a message. “Petra, Hi this is Ben. I am free all weekend. Whenever you want to work on the report is good for me.” 

Ben closed his cell phone and heard a knock on the door. Two old friends were standing there with shit eating grins on their faces. After a quick slur of words, Ben decided to join them for a few more beers down at the campus pub. 

*****************

The sun’s rays were bright as Ben woke the next morning. Squinting, he cursed himself for forgetting to close the blinds the night before when he got home from the pub. Closing his eyes he brought his hand to his mouth and yawned. As he stretched his naked body, his penis stood erect as a steal pole. Rolling out of bed, he slowly walked to the other side of his room. Standing in front of the toilet, Ben rubbed his eyes as the sound of his steaming piss echoed off of the bathroom walls. Ben took a shower, dressed, found his cell phone and called Petra. 

“Hello?”

“Hello Petra? This is Ben.”

“Oh, Hi Ben,” her voice grew soft. “Did you get the message I left last night?” 

“Yes, sorry I was out drinking with some friends.” 

“That sounds like fun, Ben. So, would you like to get together and start on the report?” 

“Yes, I was hoping we could get together today.” 

“I am free all day. What time is good for you,” Petra smiled. 

Ben looked at the clock/radio on his desk. “How does 10:30 sound?”

“Great, I’ll see you at 10:30. Did you get my address from the message I left on your answering machine last night?”

“876 Woodland Drive,” Ben replied hoping he had written her address down correctly.

“That’s it.”

“Ok, Petra. I am going to run and get some breakfast first.”

“Better eat your Wheaties Ben. You never know when you might need some extra strength.” Petra laughed. 

Ben smiled into the phone. “I’ll see you at 10:30.”

Closing his phone, Ben rubbed the back of his neck. There was something in Petra’s voice that caught him off guard. She sounded different, softer. 

“876 Woodland Drive,” Ben read as he glanced at the note in his lap. He found Petra’s street and turned into the lane. Spotting the numbers on her mailbox, he pulled into the driveway. 

As he surveyed her two-story house, he thought to himself, “She wasn’t lying, it is nice.” The yard shone bright green and was framed in front by hedges. A variety of flowers bloomed in a freshly dug bed beside the steps leading to the front door. Stepping upon the mat, which read, “Welcome Home,” he rang the bell. Ben stood for a few minutes, no answer. He wondered if she had forgotten their meeting. 

“I just called her an hour ago,” he thought to himself. She must be busy and forgot about the time. He rang the bell again and waited. 

As he stood at the door, Ben saw a brown wooden fence along the side of the house. The fence appeared to be about four feet high. In the middle of the fence he saw two black hinges and a gate. He didn’t want to intrude, but she was expecting him. He figured that she would not be too shocked if she found him in her backyard. Walking down the stairs, he stopped when he heard a splash of water. Looking up he saw Petra standing on the cement surrounding the pool. She was nude, her wet blond hair hanging limply down her back. 

Ben ducked out of site, afraid that he had intruded on a private moment. Petra bent down to pick up a towel from the lounge chair beside the pool. As she began to dry her feet and calves, Ben could not take his eyes off of her. Her body was tan; round hips framed her heart shaped buttocks. Ben began to feel a warm tingle in his belly. Petra stood and finished drying herself. 

Lying back in the chair, she grasped a tube of lip-gloss from the table and removed the wand. Slowly she applied it to her pouting lips. Placing the tube back on the table, she reached out to grab a bottle of lotion. The lotion fell and rolled underneath the table. Standing up from her chair, she got down on all fours with her back towards Ben. Between her round cheeks he could see the outline of her labia.

Petra clutched the bottle in her hand and sat down on the lounge chair. She opened the pink top of the bottle and squirted the oily liquid into one of her palms. Petra slowly, began to rub the oil under her chin, down her neck and over her voluptuous breasts. She stretched and pulled her ankles up close to her bottom, spreading her legs. She grasped the bottle again and squeezed some of the liquid directly onto her sternum just below her breasts. She rubbed the rest of the oil on her arms, across her belly, and over her thighs. Looking herself over, she was satisfied. 

Retrieving a pair of dark sunglasses from the small table, she put them on. Lying back on the chair, she placed her hand between her thighs. Slowly she began to stroke her golden bush. As her rhythm increased, she bucked her hips from the chair. She rubbed her clit, and then inserted a finger into her murky slit. The movement of her hips increased in tempo as she brought herself to orgasm. Slowly sliding her fingers from between her tanned thighs, she brought them to her lips and tasted herself. With a satisfied sigh, she dropped her hands over the armrests of the chair. As the sun kissed her face and sunlight glimmered on her sunglasses, Ben felt wetness spring forth from the head of his penis. Looking down to his groin, he could see a visible bulge in his jeans. With his right hand, he did his best to hide his erection. 

Ben leaned on the driver’s side of his car He thought to himself, “Should I call her?” He wanted to get the report done, but he did not want to interrupt her. Maybe she had changed her mind and had called and left a message on his machine after he left his dorm. He hadn’t thought to give her his cell phone number. “Well all she can do is tell me she is busy,” he thought to himself.” Ben dialed her number and heard a phone ring in the distance. 

“Hello.” 

“Hi Petra, it’s me, Ben.”

“Oh hi Ben,” she was smiling on the other end. 

“Are we still on for the report?” 

“Yes, what time is it?”

“10:30.” 

“I’m sorry, Ben, I wanted to take a quick swim and I forgot about the time. Where are you calling me from?”

“On my cell phone, I’m parked outside of your house.” 

“Ok, I’ll be right with you. Meet me at the front door.” Petra smiled to herself as she hung up the phone. She knew damn well he was in front of her house. She had caught him right before he ducked down behind her fence when she had stepped from the pool. 


Seducing Big Brother



"Ever had a blowjob?" Tiffany asked, looking over at her older brother with a hint of lust in her eighteen year old eyes.

"Maybe, stop asking me this stuff. I am not going to do anything like that with you, I am your brother." Terry sat there flipping through the channels on the living room television set. "What got you into this by the way?"

"No it isn't," she snapped back. "We both love each other and it would only be natural."

"We are related! Brother and sister." Terry stood up and headed to his bedroom.

"I want to feel you inside me. Feel your love." She pleaded.

"What even got you into this? You weren't like this last week."

"Nothing," Tiffany replied back, sulking in the recliner looking back at the TV.

After Terry went to his room, Tiffany couldn't take it anymore, she stopped flipping through the channels and went to her room. Standing in front of her mirror, she was average, small body and a little skinny, her skin was radiant and finely pale, she slid her top off and undid her bra tossing them on her bed. Looking at her breasts and body in the mirror, her tits were just starting to bud, they aren't full size, yet. Only about a B size, cupping the bottom of them with her hands, she pushed them up and together and looking at them in the mirror, her long red hair lightly covering them, she brushed her hair out of the way behind her back. "They aren't that bad," she told herself. He should like them.

Unbuttoning her jeans and letting them slide down her legs, she pulled her underwear off. Tiffany looked at her patch of red pussy hair and little soft pussy lips. Moving her hand down and touching her lips, she opened them and rubbed up and down on them, that always made her feel good, she giggled at the feeling. He should most definitely enjoy this, she confirmed herself, still rubbing her pussy lips. Getting back in front of her mirror, staring at her naked body looking it over. She just didn't know what to do. "I talked sexually to him, what else could I-," She stopped at a thought. "Yes!" She smiled wide.

Getting back on her bed, Tiffany covered her pink panties with her fingers and began rubbing her pussy. Wetting them and feeling her pussy juice soak through to her fingers, getting them wet, too. She smiled and fingered herself, sliding a panty covered finger inside herself, getting them wet from her juices. Feeling the panties inside her felt really good, they became real wet after awhile and really slid in easy. It didn't take long for her to come to an orgasm, before she knew it her panty covered finger, wriggling inside her brought her to a mild orgasm, hoping this would work, she brought her wet underwear and sniffed it, smells like pussy, she thought. Waiting a minute before getting out of bed, letting her orgasm spent body calm down a little bit before she stood up, she was thinking of her plan.

In an hour after Tiffany fingered herself, she assumed her brother was asleep by now and snuck out of her room and silently shuffled to his door. Opening the door up carefully she snuck into the dark room, luckily there is a streetlight on outside and his window faced the street so she could at least see in his room enough not to bump into anything. Her eyes situating to the dark, Tiffany snuck in front of her brother, she had put her nightshirt on and it was fairly long, stopping a few inches around her thighs, she lifted it up for fun in front of her sleeping brother, showing him her young sisterly pussy. See what you're missing out on, she thought to himself. Placing her panties in his bed next to his head on the pillow, she snuck back to her room.

******

The next morning came and Tiffany woke up to the morning sun shining in her eyes, throwing the covers over her face she didn't want to get up. It was a weekend, she was laying in her bed under her yellow sheets, thinking back to her failed attempt with Terry again. And thought of her plan, she forgotten about it, she jumped out of bed and straighten her nightshirt out that was hiked past her hips showing everything off.

Getting to the living room she heard the TV on, hoping it might be Terry, but it was her parents. The looked up at her and smiled, "Good morning, honey." Her mother said first.

"Morning mum," She smiled back at her, noticing they were both still in their bedclothes, "Good morning, daddy."

"Hello kitten."

She went to her recliner and sat with her parents for a little bit watching the local morning news. She was feeling excited about what Terry would be thinking when he woke up with her pussy juice drenched panties. With that thought she felt her pussy tingle and heat up, "Terry still in bed, huh?"

"Yes, what else is new?" Her mother chuckled.

Terry smiled at that and got up to head to the bathroom, stopping in front of Terry's bedroom on the way she listened in to see if he might be getting up. Nope. Tiffany continued on to the bathroom. Lifting her nightshirt up around her hips she sat down and felt the pee slowly come out at first. Finishing up she reached over to the toilet paper to wipe up. After washing her hands she went back to the living room, nothing else to do, it's only 8AM. Sitting in her recliner Indian style, she didn't notice her nightshirt stretched across her knees and leaving a view to her pussy, her dad was the first to notice and after he did he gave his wife a nudge for her to look. She looked and let out a little gasp, Tiffany looked over by it at her mother who was looking at her along with her father.

"What?" She said softly.

"Nothing dear, I-I thought I had to sneeze, I hate when that happens and it doesn't come."

"Yeah," she smiled and returned her attention back to the TV, leaving her legs in the same position. Her parents looking over in her direction every few minutes.

After a half hour Terry shuffled in the living room and saw everyone in the living room watching TV. "Good morning, everyone." He said before a deep yawn.

"Good morning, son."

"Morning, honey."

"Morning, Terry, sleep well?" Tiffany asked him putting her feet down to the floor. Knowing full well what the question really meant.

"Yes," Answering his sister before sitting down next to his dad.

******

Later on in the afternoon, Tiffany saw Terry outback playing with the dogs, her parents were in the living room either reading or watching TV. Stepping out on the concrete barefoot and still in her nightshirt, she came up behind Terry and caught him off guard. "Hello!" She said cheerfully.

"Hello, Tiffany." He replied back, noticing she was still in her nightshirt.

"So, did you get my little present?" She said in a sweet voice.

"Yes, it's in the hamper." Answering only straight answers.

"Well, did you like it?" She asked him, feeling a little excited, especially with the soft wind blowing on her legs.

"What do you think?" Petting his dog and wrestling him by pulling on his collar.

"Oh, well I'll take it as a yes." She replied back fast.

Squatting down to pet the dog, her nightshirt rode up and exposed everything if her brother would look at her. Feeling her wind hit her slightly wet pussy, she thought of a devious plan just now. Keeping in the same position, she kept petting the dog and Terry was on the other side where he can't see past her knees from the dog being in the way. Picking up one of the dog's bones, she tossed it across the yard and watched the him run fast after it. Terry looked over at her and down, his mouth dropped and eyes widened, he was staring at his sister's whole lower region. It burned inside his mind, her red pubic hair, lips and butt cheeks. He kept there out of shock, and a little interest.

"Do you like what you see, big brother?" Tiffany asked him, breaking him out of his trance.

Terry got up and went back into the house without a word, Tiffany hoped that left a lasting impression for him. Wanting him to always think about her pussy every time he would jack off or do anything that involved sexual feelings or situations. She kept there thinking about the view she just gave him, her pussy started to really heat up, she felt it become wet. Her mind wandering about her brother, she didn't see the dog come back and felt something cold slide along the middle of her butt lifting the shirt. Than a lick, she stood up fast and turned around towards the dog and yelled out of shock.

"Aw, I'm sorry," she couldn't stand not looking at her dog's sad eyes, especially when being yelled at. "That isn't for you to lick, I'm sorry." She smiled and rubbed him behind his ears before trotting back inside.

******

Tiffany finally took her nightshirt off and put on some actual clothes before dinner, she slid on a sundress that stopped little above her knees, it was yellow with little flowers all over it. Dinner had passed and the family sat in the living room watching a movie together. Terry and Tiffany sat in their recliners and their parents sat on the couch. Terry would look every now and again at his sister, still having her bare pussy showing in his head, it made him lose out on the movie a little because of it, too. Tiffany would look over at him, also, smiling a little and return back to the movie.

She just wanted a deeper relationship with her brother, it would be better to have this type of love and not any of the guys at her school. They just want one thing and then to brag about it the following Monday to all their friends and leave her branded as a slut. She wish she had a boyfriend, but right now the boys at school are just too immature. Her brother will still love her afterwards and be with her.

Terry yawned and told his parents he was tired and is going to call it a early night, with all the goodnights said, he left the movie for his room. He wasn't really tired, he just wanted away from Tiffany, his dick began to harden the more and more he was around her and thinking of her teenage pussy. He laid in his bed, thinking of what had happened, he was struggling inside himself of right and wrong. His hand creeping down his lean stomach to his dick and began lightly stroking it. It took him a minute to notice what he was doing. "My own sister!" He cried out.

Laying there still he thought how her pussy juice stained panties were next to him, too. How he had smelled them and lightly licked them before wrapping them around his dick and holding them there while his dick hardened in his hand and he thought of her pussy being wrapped tightly around his cock. Until he threw them in the hamper and scolded himself in his mind all day long, until his mind went off of her how he played with his dog. And that happened, her pussy was bare and shown to him in all of its glory. Her lips slightly parted, showing pink and her pubic hair finely fanned out across her apex. He couldn't believe this, he was actually getting turned on by his sister. He fought more with his conscience until he fell asleep, rubbing his dick.

******

Later that night after everyone was asleep, Tiffany was laying on her bed sprawled out in her lime green nightshirt again. Thinking of how she had exposed all of her sisterly bits to him, she smiled at what must have been going through his mind. She knew he couldn't ignore that, he went in too fast and was shy around her for rest of the day. He never was like that before, she told herself, while laying on her bed with her nightshirt hiked up and her fingers busy between her legs. Sliding inside her wet little pussy hole. She was thinking what she wants to do to him tonight.

Creeping back out in the hallway she silently stepped to her brother's door and snuck inside his room again. The same nighttime light, thanks to the streetlamp outside, she silently thanked it. He was sleeping on his side, as she was looking down she noticed some his sheet poking out forward, hmm, does big brother have a hard on?

Tiptoeing over to his bed, she saw the sheet was draping over the side of the mattress, slowly and quietly she lifted it up. Holding her breath out of nervousness and anticipation, he looked good in this light, shadows hit him in every right place, showing off his muscles he has for his thin body and straight face, he looked like one of them black and white art photos she has seen in art books before. Finally lifting the sheet up far enough to reach her prize, she almost cried out loud at the sight, he is humongous, she screamed in her mind, he was long not so much thick, but damn, he has to be at least seven inches. She wanted to touch it so badly, stroke it back in forth in her little hands, giving him a sweet hand job by his little sister. Look into his eyes while she stroked him until he cums all over her, her pussy started to wet up even more, and tingling all over her body. Tiffany stared at his dick, squatting down beside his bed holding up his bed sheet. She moved her head in closer, making sure her hair was behind her not wanting it to possibly disturb him and wake him. Moving closer, she stuck her little tongue out of her mouth and lightly licked it, not bad, she thought.

Licking him again, taking in the taste of his dick, she began licking the tip of his dick, around his head and pee hole. I could get use to this, she thought, feeling her pussy become wetter than it ever has before, she was licking down his shaft again. Not wanting to push her grand luck, she decided to get back to her room incase he woke up to the licking. Her pussy sopping wet and wanting heavy attention, she scurried across the hallway back into her room, catching her breath, she noticed she rarely breathed during the excitement and nervousness of getting caught. She couldn't believe it! "I actually tasted his dick!" She proudly told herself.

Hitting her bed she opened her legs wide and shoved two fingers inside her waiting hole, she was thinking of her tongue licking up and down and all around. How soft his skin felt against her wet tongue and how hard and long he was. Thinking of his dick sliding in and out of wet little pussy and not her fingers. It was less than two minutes before she had a huge orgasm and shook her little body all over. Muffling her screams by shoving her face in her pillow, she screamed and bucked her hips wildly with her fingers still inside herself. Finally calming down, she removed the pillow, breathing hard and fast, feeling the waves of intense pleasure slowly come to a stop. She rolled over and covered herself and fell off to sleep from a powerful, exhausting orgasm. 

******

The next morning was Sunday morning, Tiffany woke up around the same time and crawled out of bed. Straighten her nightshirt out again she shuffled towards the living room expecting to see someone in there, but no one. That surprised her, she couldn't believe it, normally her parents are at least up by now and somewhere. Walking to the backdoor and looking out the window to the patio, the sun shining brightly in her eyes, she looked away fast and slowly back again. Not out there, she turned around and headed back to the living room. "Whatever." She told herself, too tired to worry about it now.

Once again in her recliner she sat Indian style watching TV, an hour or so had passed and Terry finally came out of his room. He slowly came up to the living room and saw Tiffany sitting there, so innocent looking, he thought to himself, looking at her shiny red hair flowing down to her back and sitting like a little girl just staring up at the TV. "Morning." He said, walking in and plopping down on the couch.

"Hey," she returned and looked up at him, smiling.

"Where's mum and dad?"

"I don't know. Been gone since I been up at least."

"Oh." He replied, watching the TV.

Tiffany got up and situated her nightshirt again, she left the living room to the kitchen and got herself a glass of juice. Coming back she made sure she was in front of her brother when she bent over slightly to put the cup on the table next to her recliner. It rode up a little showing some of her butt cheeks. Terry saw it, seeing how her pale skin contrasted with the bright lime green, it turned him on. He was enjoying this sight, too.

Feeling his dick twitch in his shorts, he remained there not arguing with himself, just sitting there and looking at her butt slightly peeking out of her nightshirt. Tiffany sat back down in her chair, all he could see now was the left side of her body, she looked over and noticed him still looking at her. Smiling, she looked back at the TV. Feeling his now emanating lust for his little sister come into play, he wanted to see more, up close, and even touch and feel her.

"Want a glass, too?" Tiffany asked him.

"Yeah, sure." He looked at her, watching her get up again, watching her nightshirt fall into place hanging open at the bottom. Her little breasts push out against the fabric and fall softly to the curves of her hips.

Tiffany walked to the kitchen and poured her big brother a glass of orange juice, coming back into the living room. She stepped in front of the coffee table in front of Terry and bent over slowly setting the glass down, letting the top of her shirt fall so he can peek down her nightshirt. Terry definitely took notice of it and felt his dick harden up even more, he could see the top of her breasts, and a little bit of her nipples. Standing back up and walking over to her recliner, she sat back down and watched the TV again. She was enjoying this, she knew he had to be looking, he was seeing her in a new light, she could tell by his actions and how he sat stiffly on the couch only looking when he knew she wasn't able to see his wandering eyes.

Wanting to see what she could do with him now, she got up and went to the couch and sat next to him. He looked over a little shocked, but yet calm. Smiling, she looked back at the TV, raising her legs up and resting her chin on her knees, she could feel the air over her bare pussy and bottom legs. Knowing Terry can't see the lovely view, it turned her on even more, her pussy was really wet by now. She was on fire, if only he knew, she thought.

Noticing she left her juice on the table next her recliner, she dropped her left leg on the ground and her right knee into the couch, she leaned over the couch arm and stretched for her glass. Knowing full well her pussy was showing for her brother, right next to her. Looking over his mouth dropped at the sight of his sister's nightshirt riding up and exposing everything. He saw her pussy lips again, being squeezed together by her inner thighs, so wet and plump, looking up a little bit he's looking at her little asshole peek out from between her cheeks. His dick became hard as it could get now at this sight, hearing her grunting while reaching for her glass really got him going, too.

Staring at her young pussy he was taking mental pictures of it, not that he really needed to after yesterday's show, but this is close and personal as it gets. Her thin legs looking sexy, too, he traveled all the way down to her foot on the couch and back up to her bare pussy. Finally reaching her glass, she grabbed it and returned back to her seat taking a drink from it. Smiling at her brother, she saw him still looking in her direction, "You didn't peek did you?" She asked him innocently.

"At what?" He tried to say, acting like he was stretching his neck.

Tiffany lifted her nightshirt up and showed her bare pussy at him again, "This." Looking at the TV still.

His eyes shot out of his head almost, his sister is now showing her pussy to him fully aware, he looked down and saw her pubes and lips now for the third time within a day. "Tiffany!"

"Yes, big brother?" She looked at him with her green eyes innocently.

He was at a loss for words, staring at her face and back down to her pussy, he felt his dick strain against his shorts, it was obvious now he was hard, he was keeping it down by keeping it down with his leg, for as uncomfortable it was. Tiffany looked down and took notice of his tent. Smiling she reached down to the edge of his shorts and started to slide her hand inside of it.




Seducing Big Brother



"Can I lick it, big brother?" Wrapping her hand around it, keeping her shirt up with her other hand. Letting him stare at her pussy.

"Y-yeah, go on," He told her without a second thought.

Putting her shirt down, she took her other hand and lowered his shorts past his cock, she looked at it with lustful eyes, he's finally letting me do it, she thought, feeling her pussy tingle. Her breathing turning short from the excitement and she raised his cock up with her hand, Terry looked down at his sister's head and saw her look up at him as she stuck her tongue out and licked all the way up the bottom of his dick to his head and pulled back.

All Terry could do was sigh, he was feeling pure pleasure now, feeling her tongue lick all the way up, it felt so soft. No more was he debating himself in the morality of this subject. She did it again, licking on the side though this time, situating her tongue on the side of his dick and licking straight up. She went to lick his other side, but the front door open and they both bolted away from each other and Terry jumped over the couch and ran to the bathroom. Tiffany was in the middle of sexual pleasure waving over her body now mixed with adrenaline with having her parents almost walk in on her licking her brother. She quickly overlapped her legs on the couch like she normally does and flipped through channels, hoping it looks normal to her parents.

Her dad walked into the living room, while her mother went to hang the keys up in the kitchen. "Hello, kitten." He said stepping in front of her and stopped fast.

"Hello, daddy," She said, trying to sound calm and nervous free and noticed he was in a suit and tie. "W-where was you?"

"Oh, your Aunt Lily came by early this morning and next thing I know she invited us to church." He said, standing there looking at his daughter, and between the space her shirt provides to her pussy.

"Oh, fun, fun." She said, laughing a little.

"Oh, yes, spending all them hours in the same place is," he said sarcastically, laughing with her. "Kyra?"

"Yes, honey?" A voice came from the kitchen.

"Come on in here," He asked her.

After getting situated and everything her mother walked in, wearing a nice Sunday dress, it really fits well around her curves and made her look beautiful. She smiled at her, "Hello, mommy."

"Hello, dear." She said, stepping next to her father.

"What is it?" He focused back on their daughter where her shirt stretched open for all to see her young pussy. "Oh," she said aloud, looking back at her husband.

"Did you remember to tell your sister about next weekend?"

"Yes, honey, I did." She said, turning back to Tiffany and smiled at her.

"Ok, just checking while it is still fresh in my mind." He chuckled. Both leaving the living room to go change out of their dress clothes.

******

Dinner again went by quietly, only their parents talked and they were all once again in the living room watching their Sunday night cop shows. Sitting in all of their usual seats, Terry was quiet, looking at his sister a lot more than usual. Terry still can't get Tiffany's pussy and asshole out of his mind, it looked so wet and inviting. Wanting me to slide my dick inside and feel her wet, slick walls. He felt his dick stir during the show and he knew he couldn't keep it down, in the middle of it growing he stood up and hurried in a awkward walk to the bathroom, hoping no one took notice of his stepping. Tiffany turned around in her chair and watched him disappear in the hallway leading to the bathroom and bedrooms, smiling at her parents and turning back around in her recliner.

Few minutes later Terry returned, yawning, he stood behind the couch his parents were laying on and watched the TV for a few minutes more, "I'm sorry, I think I am going to get to bed," He said, seeing only ten minutes left of the show was on.

"Aw, honey, you're going to miss the ending," Kyra told him, looking back up at him behind the couch.

"I know, I'm sorry, tired and lost out on it halfway through." Explaining to her while looking at Tiffany sitting in her recliner.

After the show, Tiffany stood up and stretched, her pullover dress rising higher up her knees, and breasts pushing out against the fabric. Her parents watching her from the side doing this and admiring their daughter's young maturing body. Kyra felt her husband's dick push into the middle of her back and she pushed back looking back at him with a smile. "Going to bed, kitten?" He looked up at her face.

"Yeah," Letting out a little yawn. "Going to go read or something and go to bed."

Tiffany went over to the couch and her father leaned up a little bit to give her a goodnight hug and kiss on the cheek, with moving his dick was sliding against her mother's back. "Goodnight, kitten."

"Night, daddy," Returning the kiss on his cheek.

Her mother sitting up on the in the middle of the couch, covering her husband's hard on, she reached out and hugged her daughter, slightly pushing her big breasts into her chest. "Good night, dear," Kissing her on her cheek.

"Night, mum," Doing same before heading out of the living room.

Watching their daughter disappear in the hallway and hearing her door shut close, Kyra turned around with a wicked smile, "And what is this?"

Pulling his dick out he held the thick meat in his head stroking it laying on the couch with his wife looking back at him and now at his dick. "For you." He said, smiling at her.

Getting on her knees on the floor in front of her husband, she looked up at his brown eyes and combed hair, smiling at him. Taking over his stroking she slowly licked his round head. "You're so bad, Tim, getting a hard on for your own daughter while she is stretching and getting turned on when you see her furry pussy." Licking the bottom of his dick before sliding the top inside her mouth and going all the way down until her nose was rubbing against her pubic hair. He took his hand and placed it in her red hair and pushed her mouth down more on it, feeling the back of her throat and wriggling tongue underneath his dick. Her blue eyes looking up at her husband, she kept her sucking up and pulled back with her lips wrapped around his cock and sliding her tongue under his shaft.

******

Not fingering herself tonight, Tiffany sat in her room, thinking up something she could do to Terry tonight. She kept naked, but had her nightshirt in arm's reach incase someone came to her door. Sliding her fingers through her red pubic hair, she kept thinking of something to do. Her pussy wetting up from the many ideas she was coming up with, but not liking any of them and some over the top, she couldn't getaway without waking up the whole household or block for that matter, she giggled.

They didn't have school tomorrow, something about the teachers having some meeting of some sort, she didn't bother finding out why, all that matter was no school! Laying on her bed, combing her fingers in her pussy hair still, she finally came up with something! She just hoped the timing was right and everything went smooth tomorrow morning. Rolling over on her stomach, she covered up and tried to get to sleep, trying to get to sleep being horny and anxious is hard.

The next morning Tiffany woke up, and looked at her clock, 8AM, damn, too early, she thought. Knowing she wouldn't get back to sleep, she got up and went to the bathroom to pee and returned to her room. Waiting for at least half past nine to come around. Trying to make time go by fast, Tiffany tried her best to ignore her extremely wet pussy and not finger, but occasionally, she would rub it a little bit to keep herself in check, it helped, but also made it worse. Turning on the TV and trying to get interested in a show, looking at the clock she knew both her parents were gone at work. She went to get something to eat and hopefully pass the time faster that way.

After a bowl of cereal, Tiffany crept slowly to her brother's bedroom, hoping he was still in a deep sleep, coming up to his door and slowly turned his doorknob and snuck in. She kept naked with no one else in the house that could see her, shuffling silently to Terry's bed, Tiffany stood on one side and looked at him sleeping on his side. Opening her legs and moving her fingers down to her pussy, Tiffany opened her pussy lips, showing all her wet, glistening pink and little clit poking out. Whispering his name, keeping in the same position, Tiffany was at arm's length from him and she quietly spoke his name, trying to stir him awake. Finally opening his eyes, he saw something blurry in front of him, after rubbing them he looked around and looking in front of him he made a body out.

"W-what?" He asked groggily.

"Good morning, Terry," She softly cooed to him.

"Tiffany?" Rubbing his eyes, and looking back at her again.

"Yes?"

His eyes came to now as he looked forward and all his sense came alert when he laid there staring at his sister's pussy being open wide by her fingers. He looked up at her with no words, but his face said it all. He gave in, the lust and temptation was strong, he could smell her and it drove him into a further lust frenzy. Reaching out fast, he shoved two fingers in her partially open hole which was already dripping wet and pulled her to him, wrapping his free arm around her waist to pull her even quicker to him.

"Oh, God! Yes!" She screamed, feeling his fingers push deeper inside her wetness.

Pumping his fingers inside her, Terry began kissing her soft thighs and licking up and down them, too. She felt him take control of her, loving it she felt his fingers push in deeper and her pleasure skyrocketing. With going all night thinking of so much hot ideas and not fingering, she felt her first orgasm, and being brought on by her brother's fingers shook her whole body, making her shake and scream out in strong pleasure. Terry looking up at his sister, he kept his fingers hooked inside her dripping wet pussy, pumping fast and hard, he began rubbing her little clit with his free hand now, making her cum and shake strongly. Pulling his fingers out, they were drenched, he rubbed them over her flat tummy and saw the juice trail, he wrote on her in her juices, all mine.

Grabbing her by her waist and pulling her strongly towards him, Tiffany was more than happen to allow him, Terry buried his face in her pussy. Pushing her hips towards him to allow better access, she felt his tongue licking all over her plump lips and sliding between them up and down, tasting all of her sweet liquids. Terry pushed his tongue inside her tight hole, it was stretched nicely due to his rough fingering job, so his tongue slid in as far as he could take it, feeling her pubic hair tickle his nose. He had his arms wrapped around her waist, and her hands were on the back of his head, Terry was rubbing her soft tushy, opening her cheeks up and sliding his fingers across her little tight hole, then, pushing them together and squeezing them, taking in all of their softness.

Bringing his sister to another orgasm, she wasn't as lost in it this time around, but still let out a cute little scream and shook her small body some. Reaching up and cupping her breasts from underneath and sliding around to the sides, he started pinching and pulling on her nipples. She smiled at his enthusiasm now, finally, she thought, he no longer resisting.

Pulling his hands away, Tiffany threw his sheets off and finally saw his long dick with him knowing it, getting on her knees beside his bed, she took hold of his cock and began licking the tip. Terry looked down at his sister, remembering yesterday, before their parents came home. Feeling her mouth slide over his dickhead, he laid back and let her do whatever she wanted with it.

Tiffany sucked on his dickhead for a little bit, before sliding his dick deeper inside her mouth and feeling the bottom of it against her little tongue. It was a little overwhelming at first, with it being her first dick she ever sucked. Feeling herself about to gag, sliding her mouth off his dick back to his head, she kept there for the first time, she thought would be best. Until her brother put his hand behind her head and pushed her all the way down on his dick, she felt his head push into the back of her throat and she yanked off of it, gagging and coughing. "Oh my, God, Terry!" She said, looking at him.

"Only way you'll get past the gag reflex." He said, with a experience look of this before.

"Ok, well a warning would have been nice." Getting back in front of his hard, saliva coated dick.

"You would have tighten your throat up, then." He informed her.

Sliding her mouth back over his long cock, Terry put his hand behind her head again and pushed her head back and forth over his cock, teaching her to take it all in. He was getting turned on at the feeling of his inexperienced sister sucking his dick, feeling her wet mouth slide up and down his long shaft.

"Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa," Tiffany was making the sound from having her mouth full of her brother's big dick.

Terry, felt himself about to cum only after a minute of her sucking him, he pulled her head back to where her mouth was just over his dickhead again. "Keep it in, I am about to cum, Tiffany."

Obeying her brother, she began licking all around his bulbous head, feeling the soft skin and her tongue sliding all around it. She felt it jerk and in a second's flash, she felt her mouth be filled up by his sperm, caught up in the moment of it all, she chocked when it made it to the back of her throat and dribbled out the sides of her mouth. Terry kept his hand firmly held on the back of her head, making sure she took it all, even if it wasn't all swallowed. Finally she started swallowing it after the initial surprise of the cumshot in her mouth. Looking at his sister's face when he pulled his dick out of her mouth, she had cum dripping from her mouth down to her chin, she smiled at her first time having sucked cock. Looking at her brother, she stood up, "Did I do a good job?"

"Hell, yes!" Terry said, catching his breath from his orgasm brought on by his sister's cock sucking.

Tiffany moved to the other side of his bed and laid down next to him, they met in a kiss and both their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Terry got on top of her, still kissing and now gyrating each other's hips into one another. She opened her legs up under him and taking her invitation, Terry took hold of his cock and placed it near her entrance, rubbing his head all over her wet lips, Tiffany felt excited and anxious, her breathing slow and heavy, feeling his cock almost about to penetrate her, making her into a woman. Slowly pushing inside her pussy, he felt how hot and wet she was, coming up to her hymen, he took a deep breath and shoved inside her with all his weight.

"Fuck! Oh, goddamn!" She cried out loud, feeling her pussy being opened for the first time. Feeling her brother's cock slide inside her hot, wet hole, breaking her virginity. "It hurts. . . . But damn, it feels great!"

Sliding in, feeling his sister's pussy pull his dick inside of it's tight, virginal hole, he pulled out, feeling her wet walls slide against his dick. Wrapping around him and squeezing his hard meat he has inside of her. Finally picking up the pace, he went a little slow, letting Tiffany find a rhythm to move to. He lightly planted kisses over her neck and on her lips, while pushing deep inside of her, filling her pussy up with his cock. Tiffany was feeling herself ready to cum and build up to a huge orgasm, she couldn't believe how many times she had came today. Feeling like she is in a pleasure zone, right now, feeling her tight, little pussy hole being stretched open by her brother's cock, sliding fast and hard inside of her torn hole.

"I need to cum, Tiffany, is it ok?" It came out in one sentence and in matching beat of his fucking her.

"Yes, on the pill, and even if wasn't I wouldn't care." Breathlessly telling her first.

Sliding in and out a few more times, Terry felt his cock tighten and harden even more than it already was, he shoved his dick deep inside her pussy and shot all of his cum out. At the same time, Tiffany felt her orgasm hit her right after she felt his cum fill her tight snatch up and came over his dick. Keeping his dick inside her, he collapsed next to his sister and laid there, lightly kissing her ear and neck, growing smaller inside of her hot pussy. Propping himself up with his hands, he slid his cock out and looked at it cum and virgin blood covered. Looking at his sister, she was way ahead of him and already had his dick inside her mouth cleaning it off.

Getting out of bed, they decided to go and take a shower together, clean up and have the rest of the day to themselves. Already undressed, they slipped into the shower and was still touching each other. Terry having his hands glued on her butt and tits, while she soaped his cock up and stroked it, cupping his balls when she reached the bottom. "How do you feel, Tiffany?"

"Great, a little sore, but great!" She enthusiastically told him.

The shower was of fondling and fingering, and cleaning themselves off from the sex they just had. After drying and deciding to stay naked the rest of the day, Tiffany led Terry to the living room by his cock, smiling and looking his lean body up and down. 

"After lunch I am goi-," Terry stopped in his tracks. "What?"

Looking over towards the couch, Tiffany saw their parents came home during lunch to have sex and were fucking on the couch, Tim still inside his wife looked up and pulled out at the sight of both his children naked, and Tiffany holding onto her brother by his cock, leaving his wife to wonder what was going on until she looked in his direction and found out. Standing up by instinct, all four of them stared at one another, all naked in the living room with their hidden secrets and now some open. About to be discussed in the family room. 



Seducing Brian



I had to go to Sacramento for a surprise party and my husband wasn't able to go. It was to be the biggest surprise for my mom's 60th birthday. I was going to stay with my brother at his house until the night of the party. Well, when I got to Joe's house I was unaware that his best friend Brian was also still living with him, since he was supposed to have moved out a couple of weeks earlier. I used to baby-sit my brother and Brian when they were younger (I'm 5 years older than them). I hadn't seen Brian in almost 10 years and he really turned into a hunk. My husband and I had fantasized about me fucking another guy while out of town or away from each other and this started me thinking about that fantasy. I was going to be setting up Joe's house for Friday night, and after he got off work around noon we would go and get all the food. 

I got up early Friday morning and started to do dishes that Joe, Emily and Brian had racked up over a two day period. I took an early shower and shaved my legs and pussy extra smooth, and I put on my shortest shorts and crop top (this shows of my flat stomach and belly button piercing and the tattoo I have on my lower back). I wore my high-heeled sandals, which I get plenty of looks with, and waited for Brian to wake up. He got up around 8:00 a.m. and his tongue almost hit the floor when he saw me in the kitchen. I said "good morning" and he couldn't stop from looking me up and down. I offered to cook him some breakfast and he gladly accepted. I kept making all kinds of body gestures to give him good views, like bending over to get things out of the cabinets and getting up on my tip-toes and stretching for high items. 

I knew he was ready when I saw his cock growing inside his pajama bottoms. I let him eat and sat next to him swinging my foot and watched him follow my foot like a pendulum. I then asked him, is there anything or anyone else you would like to eat? I thought he would pass out. I told him how good looking he had become and that I would love to fuck his brains out. Brian stood up and I grabbed his cock, which was now fully engorged, and he gave out a low groan as I felt it pulse from my touch. I pulled his pants down and dropped to my knees, wrapping my lips around the head. I sucked his cock for about five minutes and then went to work on his balls, which to my enjoyment were shaved clean, as I prefer. 

I then led him to the couch and sat him down, as I sucked and licked his balls while stroking his cock with my hand. Brian started to come when I crouched down further and began to lick the area behind his balls. I did this for about a minute when Brian stated he was cumming. I wrapped my lips around the head and Brian held my head as his hips shot forward and sent long streams of cum to the back of my throat. I love the taste of cum and I didn't miss a single delicious drop, and Brian watched as I placed my tongue against the vein. From his balls, I licked upward toward the head, pushing up any remaining cum out of the tip and then licked that off. 

I then got up and undid my shirt revealing no bra, and then turned and seductively wiggled my ass out of my tight shorts and bent over in front of him showing him my shaved pussy. Brian jumped off the couch and dropped to his knees and buried his face in my pussy and began eating me from behind. When his tongue hit my clit, I came immediately and tried to pull away from the overpowering sensation. Brian had other plans and flung me onto the couch and pulled my legs apart, buried his face into my pussy, and ate me out to four more orgasms. I begged him to fuck me, so he put his cock against my wet pussy and used his weight to plunge his cock all the way in, causing pain and orgasm at the same time. 

Brian held my ankles for support and plowed into me for about ten minutes, causing me to cum an unknown amount of times. Then he pulled out and flipped me over and hung me over the back of the couch, then grabbed my waist and shoved back inside me. He pounded my pussy hard and fast, causing his balls to slap my clit, which caused me to orgasm about every 20 seconds. Then he grabbed my shoulders, which caused my back to arch and allowed his cock to hit other erogenous spots, putting me on the verge of fainting. I begged him to cum, because I couldn't take much more of his awesome fucking abilities. Brian then put his chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear that he wasn't through with his little fantasy. 

He pulled out of me and grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder like a fireman and carried me upstairs. I was a little scared, but also excited to be treated like a warrior's prize. Brian threw me on the bed and forced my legs open, then pushed his cock back into me. He held my legs apart with his arms, and I could feel his balls slapping at my anus giving me more pleasure. Brian then whispered that he was close to cumming. He had always wanted to fuck the shit out me for the way I used to tease him as a child, using my tight little body. Then he tried to kiss me and pressed his lips to mine and forced my lips open. When his tongue hit mine I was his. I began to feel other desires inside me and I found myself kissing him back. He was a great kisser! 

Then he pulled his mouth off of mine as I tried to reach his lips and cried out that he was cumming. With about ten hard thrusts, he made me cum again. He held me still as his cum shot into me, causing one last orgasm as he filled me with his juices. He lay on top of me for a few minutes and then got up and left the house. I stumbled to the bathroom on weak legs and took another shower. Afterwards, I pulled on a simple red sun dress with spaghetti straps that covered my legs to mid-thigh. Underneath I wore a matching red lace bra and thong. I slipped my feet into strapped red sandals that exposed my toenails that were painted bright red. 

When Brian came back and saw me, his handsome face smiled, and I knew he wanted it too. He looked so sexy in his dark jeans and tight t-shirt. I could almost picture him naked. I walked around doing my best to walk sexy. I felt his eyes on my small ass, as I walked to the counter in the kitchen. I pulled my self up onto the counter and sat facing him, swinging my legs. He looked me head to toe and told me I looked good enough to eat. I gave him the naughtiest look I could muster and said I hoped he would say that. As he sat staring at me, I began to raise my dress up my silky smooth thighs. I pulled it up enough for him to see my red thong and I spread my legs for him. 

By this time he appeared to be breathing as heavy as I was. I could tell by the look in his eyes and the sudden bulge in his pants that he was going to give me just what I wanted. He walked forward and I felt my pussy get even wetter in anticipation of his touch. He kissed me hard on the lips and grabbed a handful of my long thick ash blonde hair. I moaned into his mouth and then sucked his tongue, showing him exactly what I wanted to do to other parts of him. I told him that I was sick of being a good girl and that tonight I was going to be so naughty just for him. I told him I wanted to try everything, and he just nodded. At first I thought he was apprehensive of Scott arriving tomorrow. The look in his eyes was so intense. 

But then he ordered me to slip the straps of my dress down my arms. I did and the top of my dress puddled down to my middle, where I had gathered the hem. Now both my thong and bra were exposed. Brian told me that I had a beautiful body and I thanked him by unhooking my bra. When he groaned, I knew that he liked my tits. My rosy pink nipples hardened as he stared at me. When he got closer and began to suck my nipples, I couldn't help but cry out. He played with my breasts and teased the nipples by tugging them into little peaks. My pussy felt like it was electric by this point. I just kept moaning and begging him to do everything to me. 

Next, he slid his hand into my thong and slid a finger into my hot pussy. It felt so naughty and so delicious. He moved it around until he found my clit. I almost jumped off the table in a wave of pleasure! He told me to slide my thong and dress off, so I did. Then he quickly removed his clothes. My imagination did not do you justice. His body was so big and toned, and I never could have imagined that his cock would mature to be so big and thick. He ordered me to lift my heels to the counter and spread my knees apart. This way I was completely open to his gaze. Brian stared at my pussy, and I felt like such a bad girl when he told me that it looked ripe like a peach; so juicy and pink. 

The minute his tongue touched my swollen clit I was in heaven! Brian licked up and down my slit and even stuck his tongue inside me. I remember I thrashed and cried out until I had my first orgasm. Then he kissed me and I could taste my hot sweet juices on his tongue, which made me want to taste him! I hopped off the counter and took his rock hard cock in my hand. I licked it gently at first, and then I began to really get into it. I took him faster and deeper into my wet hot mouth. I could feel him fill my mouth and throat with his cock. I could barely take it he was so big. But then Brian stopped, saying that he didn't want to cum yet. 

Instead, he asked me to turn around. I did and he cursed and said I had the hottest, roundest, firmest little ass he'd ever seen. He told me to bend over and I did. Then he put me back on the counter and spread my legs. He began to rub the head of his cock up and down my slick pussy making me crazy. I couldn't believe I was now BEGGING him to fuck me. I couldn't believe the words coming out of my own mouth. The next thing I know, his hard cock was sliding into my little wet pussy inch by slow inch. I remember he actually growled out the words, "Fuck, you're tight!" He began pumping into me slowly while rubbing my clit. Pain turned to pure pleasure as I matched his thrusts, as he fucked me harder and harder. 

He took me in his arms and picked me up, and I wrapped my ankles around his waist. Brian bounced me up and down on his huge cock until I was screaming his name and telling him that I loved having his big cock inside me. I rode him hard until we both came, and I could feel him fill me with his cum, all hot and sticky. He just held me to him and kissed me. When he asked if I would come to his room the next night for more, I of course said yes! When I told my husband what had happened, he fucked me just as hard and good, as always!

After Mom's birthday party, the three of us ended up in the hot-tub at Joe & Em's. The guys kept complimenting me and getting me drinks and soon I was starting to feel a bit horny and talk started toward sex. I had gathered that Scott had told Brian all about our secret trysts as a threesome with others, because Brian kept flirting big time, and as we were sitting quite close in the tub his leg kept brushing against mine, sending hot little twinges to my pussy. Afterwards, we headed back into the house. I told the guys that they must be pretty tired after being up all day and offered them a massage. Brian put his hand up first. I prepped an area on the floor in our room and told him to get undressed.

As the night was really warm, I said it was best if we all got naked so no-one felt uncomfortable. The guys thought this was a pretty good idea. I noticed they both had semi-hard-ons, yummy I thought. Brian lay on the floor face down, and I smothered him with warm soapy water. I gently but firmed started to massage Brian's back, slowly working my way down his legs and feet, then back up towards his shoulders. I asked if he had ever had a body slide before, and he reckoned he hadn't, so I straddled his back and started to rub my clean shaved pussy against his butt cheeks. I slid up toward his back using my tits and pussy. I moved around his body so he could feel my wet pussy.

I asked him to turn over, which he did to reveal a rock hard erection. I continued with the body slide and moving my body over his, making his cock tease the entrance between my labia, but not letting him in. The tease was agonizing and he was on the verge of cumming, but I stopped just before. Scott was sitting on the lounge chair watching the show while playing with his cock. I slid high on Brian so my pussy was hovering over his face, and asked him to start licking my pussy. He flicked his tongue over my clit and started nibbling on the hard button making me cum instantly.

I motioned for my husband to come over to me. I grabbed his cock in my hand and used my mouth to suck it, while Brian kept nibbling at my clit until I came again. I wanted to feel both of these wonderful cocks in me, but where to start. I gave Scott his cock back, but promised it would be just a minute. I got up and went to the lounge chair. I told Brian to sit in the chair. I slowly slid down on his cock; this was new and I had wanted this for a while, so I was savoring the moment. I asked Scott to kneel behind me so he couldposition himself to enter my pussy from behind. Suddenly we were joined by Harry, my brother's brother. I motioned Harry to stand next to me and I took out his cock and put it into my mouth.

WOW three cocks at once how awsome!! Soon we were all moving into a grinding rhythm, and before I knew it, I had cum about ten times. My two guys in me were cumming together in my pussy just as Harry blew in my mouth, and I swallowed it all and cleaned it up. I had my back arched so that I could take Harry's cock all the way down to his balls. I could feel his cock as it started to swell; his body trembling. He came all over my face and tits just as Brian, Scott and I climaxed together. The time to regroup and revive was spent by my tits getting sucked and my cum filled pussy finger banged. Soon enough the guys were all hard as rocks, and I moved over to the edge of the bed and climbed on top of my husband with my butt raised up on the air.

I guided our friend behind me and put both cocks in my pussy; that was the most incredible feeling I have ever had. Nothing matches the feeling of two cocks pumping inside my pussy at the same time! Needless to say the guys didn't last long as they filled my pussy full of cum. I was definitely full but not satisfied, and I didn't know when I would have this opportunity again, so I made the most of the night. I ordered my three guys around so I got to fuck them all and drink each one. I am sure they all had a good time and will fantasize about that night for a while.

The next night was basically a repeat of the previous. Joe and Emily had gone into town to catch dinner and a show and wouldn't be back for hours. We entered Brian's room this time and closed the door, immediately undressing. My pussy was dripping wet at this point and I wanted cock in me now. Skipping the foreplay, I climbed on top of Brian against the door and fucked him, being held up with his eight inch cock. We continued fucking as we moved to the bed, where he fucked me doggie style. I started screaming with pleasure, and then there was a knock at the door, and Harry came in. At first I was puzzled to why he walked in, then I just went with the flow and he started undressing. When he was undressed, he took the place of my new friend and started pounding my pussy from behind. 

Brian watched with pleasure, while he jerked him self off. After a few moments, I got up and walked over to my new friend and climbed onto his throbbing cock, and started pounding him hard, then Harry came up behind me and started rubbing his cock against my asshole, piercing inside a few times while I fucked Brian. Finally, he pushed with all his might and entered my ass. Being fucked in the pussy and the ass is a wonderful thing, although I prefer both in my stretched pussy. I was going back and forth between the two cocks, in the pussy then in the ass, back and forth. I was screaming with unbelievable pleasure, knowing that the two cocks could feel each other between the thin membranes inside me. 

I then climbed off Brian and turned around and faced my husband and climbed on his rock hard cock and proceeded to fuck the hell out of him, as Harry re-entered my ass. This continued for another ten minutes or so until Harry blew his load in my ass, withdrawing so his cum leaked out my ass hole and down my leg. And with a few more thrusts, my husband started to cum in my pussy. My body was going limp at the time from all the force my body had taken with two cocks fucking the hell out of me. With cum everywhere, we ended up in the shower; the four of us. It started all over again, with two guys going back and forth from my pussy to my ass, and back and forth between them too, and the third in my mouth. Thank God, Joe and Em have a large walk-in snail shower. 

With the hot showering of the four of us, washing our cum away, we retreated to the living room for a beer. My eyes had fluttered closed, as I began stroking my clit while Brian and Harry watched, but quickly opened again when I felt a hot tongue slither me, chasing my fingers away. I looked down to see Brian's blonde head between my thighs.

"Tastes good, doesn't she?" Scott asked, as he began rocking into me again. His eyes watching my face, as I began moaning even louder. My body was thrashing on the couch and my hands found their way to my nipples, which I began twisting and pulling on.

"Oh, that feels so good," I cried out. 

"What feels good?" Scott wanted to know, as he slowly slid in and out of me, careful not to dislodge Brian from my clit.

"How deep you are going inside me. Brian's mouth sucking on my clit," I panted.

Harry slowly pulled one of my feet up towards his mouth, forcing Brian to stop sucking on my clit. Brian was not to be put out though. He laid his head on my lower stomach and began licking my clit. One of my hands went to Brian's head, my fingers running through his short hair, as his tongue flicked across my clit again and again. Harry had the heel of my foot resting on his chin and my toes spread apart in ecstasy, when his tongue traced the arch of my foot. As Harry's tongue pushed its way between my toes, I could feel my pussy burning hotter and tighter.

"Oh, God, baby," I moaned, "Fuck me harder, I want to cum all around you." My hips were rocking harder and faster, wanting Scott to fuck me hard, fast and deep, but not wanting to lose the feeling of Brian's tongue against me either.

"Not yet," Scott said, as he pulled his cock completely out of me, leaving me feeling so empty, wanting desperately to fly off the edge he had left me on. My fingers pushed Brian's head harder against my clit, grinding him into my pussy as I sought my release with him, but Scott pushed him away too. My hips continued to rock, seeking what had been denied me, as Scott told Brian to lie on his back on the floor.

Scott sat on the couch and slapped my hands away as I tried using them to push myself off the edge he had left me on. "Trust me," he said, as he pulled me to my feet, "this will be worth the wait." Holding my hand, Scott led me around until we were standing next to Brian. "Now, lay on the floor right next to him, " my husband told me.

Unsure of what was going through Scott's mind, I cautiously lowered myself to the floor. I eased myself until I was flat on my back; close enough to feel the heat from Brian's body, but not touching him as Jeff stood over both of us. I gazed up at my husband's body with longing. His strong legs seeming to stretch up for miles before joining together, his hard cock thrusting out from his body, so powerfully commanding the attention it deserves. His hips tapering to his torso, covered in dark hair that ran up to his chest and the nipples, which stood out like hard little marbles. His lips were red and swollen both from our kisses and his habit of licking them when we make love and his eyes glittered with passion.




Seducing Brian



Bending down to grasp my ankles, Scott pulled my feet straight up in the air making the muscles in the backs of my thighs strain until my ass was lifted off the floor. I was almost unaware of him dragging me over Brian's body, until my ass was resting on him. I could feel Brian's hard cock nestled between the cheeks of my ass and his arm came across his body to cup my tit, his thumb rolling over the extended nipple. Gently Scott lowered my feet so that my legs were stretched down Brian's, and he knelt between our wide spread thighs. Grasping his cock in his hand, Scott guided it into my pussy again, using the thumb on his other hand to press down on my clit as he entered me slowly. Brian's tongue climbed my neck until it reached my ear where it playfully flicked, causing my body to shiver as he pinched my nipple hard between his finger. I ground my hips against his hard cock, pushing my ass tighter against him before arching my hips to get Scott inside me deeper.

Once Scott was buried completely, he looked at Brian and said, "Now take your cock and put it in her pussy too."

I rolled my hips to one side to allow Brian to grab his cock from behind my ass, and felt the hot tip roll across my body until he was just at the entrance of my pussy. I could feel the head pressing against Scott's cock, as Brian began pushing inside me. I groaned at how they were spreading me apart, my body shuddering in pain as Brian's cock fought against my body to force his way inside me too.

"Easy," Scott told Brian, as he began stroking my clit. Scott intently watched my face as he rolled my clit between his slippery fingers like a marble coated with oil. "A little more," Scott whispered, as he watched my body's reactions. 

Scott judged from the way my hips rocked and my facial expressions when I was ready for more, and when Brian needed to stop to allow me to relax and adjust. Scott continued reading my body's signals and directing Brian until they were both buried inside me, being squeezed by my pussy as Scott's fingers on my clit finally pushed me over the edge.

"Fuck me," I cried out as my pussy clenched around them both. My hot cum flowing over them while my hips rocked against them.

As my orgasm began to subside, Scott invited Harry to kneel beside us and stick his cock in my mouth. Scott began stroking his cock in and out of me, spreading my hot cum even further. Still following Scott's lead, Brian also began to pump in and out of me. I could feel their hard cocks rubbing together, as they matched their rhythm. Having Brian's cock inside me too meant that Scott's cock was continuously rubbing against my G-Spot, leaving my body quaking with one orgasm after another.

I followed the pace they had set and rocked my hips against them, arching up to pull Jeff in deeper then pressing my hips down against Brian. "Fuck me, fuck me," I chanted as we all pumped together. I had one hand down under Brian's hip, trying to push him up and deeper into me. My other hand jerked Harry's cock into my mouth, coating my fingers with his cum, which I then rubbed into my hard nipples, my body writhing between the men as I came again and again.

As my pussy began to spasm once more, Brian hoarsely whispered that he was going to cum. "Cum inside me," I begged as I began fucking him harder. "I want to feel your hot cum splashing the walls of my pussy and your hard cock twitching inside me."

Just as his cock began spurting, Brian pulled out of my pussy and shot his hot cum all over my pussy and Scott's balls. The feeling of Brian's hot cum dripping off him, as well as my pussy hungrily sucking on his cock, sent Scott over the edge as well. Scott grabbed my hips to fuck me hard, pushing himself deeper as his cock erupted inside me. Hot ropes of cum squirted into me, while my pussy milked him dry before he collapsed on top of me. Wrapping my arms around Scott, I rolled away from Brian and Harry and held my husband's trembling body against mine, as I kissed and licked his sweaty face. Mike turned onto his side and slipped his arm around my waist. I could feel Harry's mouth nuzzling the back of my neck, as I looked into Scott's eyes and whispered, "I love you so much," before we all curled up together on the living room floor.



Seducing Brother in Three Steps



My story is a strange one. I have written it in detail and I am sending the papers to you because I know you like strange stories. I want you to publish it so that others may learn from my experiences. Yes, I want them to learn from my experiences for whatever the world might say only good things happened to me. 

I am from the Old World and the language I speak at home is not the language in which I have written this story. I give this information because readers may find errors in my grammar and sentence construction. I would be very unhappy if that should impede them in understanding my story for the language of love should know no borders. 

When the events I am describing happened I was a girl aged eighteen. My brother Abel and I lived with our mother in a house with two tiny rooms. We lost our father when I was three. My brother who is eleven months older acts as if he is my big brother. For example he says he remembers father. I am sure he is imagining. When our studies in our small town school were over my brother joined a car mechanic shop as apprentice and I as embroider in a clothes shop. I am very good in many forms of hand embroidery. 

It was on a warm Saturday afternoon that my life changed for ever. After breakfast my mother left to visit relatives in a town thirty miles away. She was to be back only after night fall. 

Abel, always a late riser, had his bath and came to the room with a towel round his waist and head dripping like a dog out of the pond. He stood before the mirror and combed his wet hair. He said his unruly hair responds only to wet treatment. I was sitting a metre away reading a novel. Then this happened. The towel round his waist loosened and fell off. And there stood my brother, tall, muscular, and magnificently proportioned stark naked in front of me, his sister.

My eyes were on the hairy thing adorning his crotch. I have never seen adult male genitals before and the strange thing that my brother sported absorbed my total attention, so total that I became unaware of him. It seemed as if it was a being that had separate existence apart from his body. The penis, large like an over sized banana, lay partly on its side, and his scrotal bag was not dangling as I have seen in horses but tight and stretched over his huge testicles.

"May I cover myself?" asked Abel softly. I woke up with a jerk and immediately blushed scarlet. I had sufficient self possession to nod permission with vigorous shakes of my head. "You have seen this certainly," he said as he tied the towel.

"I have of course," I said now recovering my aplomb, "but what I saw years ago was a small naked rat. This is a particularly over grown hairy bandicoot." He laughed.

"You have a hairy one too," he said.

"Not when you saw it."

"May be not now too if like Noah's sister you shave." Noah is Abel's friend.

"How do you know she shaves?"

"Noah once saw her razor she forgot to take with her after a bath."

"Rather indelicate of him to publish the fact."

"He did not publish it. He only told me."

"Would you?"

"I would not," he said tactfully. He took a while to comb his hair to his taste. He should have left for his room to dress but he seemed to have something more to say.

"Kesi," he said and stopped. My name is Kesia. I looked up. "Kesi," he said again, "you have seen my thing and you have honoured it by calling it a bandicoot, it is now your turn to show me your thing."

"Silly reasoning," I responded with some heat. It was heat all right but an internal heat that developed as the result to seeing my naked brother. Yes, I was excited at the possibility of showing myself to him. But my feminity demanded that I yield only with protest. As his requests became more persistent my refusal also kept pace with it. Finally I showed signs of yielding.

"Only for a second," I said.

"No," he said, "as long as my display lasted."

"Did you time it?"

"At least five minutes."

"No," I said. After some hard bargaining we settled for one minute. I stood up; Abel sat in front on a low stool. He was not to advance forward under any circumstance. I turned my head away to one side, closed my eyes, and lifted up my skirt. I could hear him gasp. I counted sixty and turned and cautiously opened my eyes. His eyes were bulging as he focussed on my vulva with as much intensity as I had focused on his genitals a few minutes ago. 

"Time over," I said and dropped my skirt. He did not plead for an extension as I expected him to but he did something very extraordinary

"See what you have done to your bandicoot," he said hoarsely and whipped away the towel. His was a bandicoot no more. His penis was no longer placidly hanging but was pointing up like an antiaircraft gun, its girth doubled and surface festooned with large veins. The organ waved gently with every heart beat. 

"Meet him," he ordered. Thereupon I took one step forward and grasping the enlarged tip of the penis I shook it formally.

"How do you do?" I said and laughing I ran into my room and closed and latched the door. I discarded my clothes and lay on my back with thighs spread. I placed my hands on my vulva. It was wet. I gently rubbed the clitoris. I was so hot that a few strokes brought me to the verge of climax. I pressed my thighs against my hand on the crotch as I usually do while masturbating. The steel cot creaked as I shook in climax. I washed and settled on the sofa to analyse the doubts that I am often so full of.

Yes I am a girl full of doubts. 'Would Abel treat this episode as a one-off incident and get back to being a brother?' I read only curiosity in his eyes and not passion or lust. I on the other hand was full of desire. I was sexually attracted to my brother; he was my prime fantasy object every since I was old enough to sense my womanhood. I always think of him while masturbating. Till a short while ago while masturbating I used to imagine fondling and kissing but today I was bold. I had just then seen his erect penis. I had that organ inside my vagina thrust in as deep as I could imagine. I wanted it in me in reality. There and then I decided to use all the wiles that women are born with to get him. 

When I was out of the room Abel had left for work. I had to rush too for I was already late. That evening at supper table he showed no sign that anything extraordinary had happened that morning. It surprised me that something that had churned me up had no effect on my brother. After supper he watched soccer on TV with his usual gusto. After the game was over he stood up and stretched and yawned. I sat on my usual corner chair working on embroidery. He came to me and stood in front. I looked up. 

"Kesi," he said, "if you think you have paid your dues you are mistaken."

"What dues?"

"You saw me with no clothes on. I must see you like that too. You cannot get away with some skirt lifting."

I got up. "You are naughty," I said. I tweaked his chin and giving my head the best coquettish jerk I could muster with a smile to match I moved swiftly to my room. Strangely my first feeling was one of amusement. My brother still had the spirit of competition of our nursery days. I was happy too that he had not forgotten the episode as I feared he might have. 'Did I make it clear to him that I was game to what he wanted?' Those doubts again.

The next morning as I was getting ready for my bath I went up and down the room towel in hand. I was reminding him of his request to me. But Abel who was reading the sports pages of the newspaper did not seem to notice me at all. Mother was bustling about getting ready to leave for her shop. She took her bag and left. I could not see her but I heard her latch the garden gate. Abel could see her. He kept his eyes on her till she turned the corner and then looked up and smiled impishly. 

"It is redemption time," he said. I smiled back and moved to the bathroom. He followed me but when I went in he stood out. I closed the door but did not draw the bolt. I removed my clothes and wrapped a towel round myself. I came to the door and opened it. He was still standing there very sure that I will reappear.

"Here are your dues," I said and threw the towel on to the rack. I stood erect, legs slightly parted and arms akimbo.

"Lovely," said my brother hoarsely. "Lovely," he said again. I turned round once and once again and stopped facing him.

"Satisfied?"

"How can anyone be satisfied," he said. 

"What more do you want?" I asked. He hesitated.

"I don't know," he said.

I smiled tenderly, closed the door and drew the bolt. I bathed. Before I was out of the bathroom my brother had left for work. I breakfasted. I had half an hour to go before leaving for my shop. I took the cloth on the stretch frame and worked on the design to assist thought. I had a lot of analysing to do. 

My brother is a soft creature. He is mamma's boy. Even now this 1.8 metre hulk likes to rest his head on his mother's lap and she would pet him. He did not have the mental strength to orchestrate sex with his sister; that is sure, but did he think of her in his fantasies? Ours is a liberal community but we are church going and follow the basics of our religion. Incest is something so horrible that most men and women in our community will shudder at the thought. I did not. Why? I cannot say. May be I am evil, or may be there is something in my genes that makes me approve. If as scientists say homosexuals have genes that make them so then why not genes for incest? Anyway my desire for my brother is strong and giving it up is not an option. The recent first physical intimacy has brought me to explosive point. I had to have him. I did not expect him to act. I will have to seduce him. Living in the same house with long periods when we were alone by ourselves should make my task easier but it was a matter that demanded very delicate handling.

I have a reputation n in our family of being a very determined girl. What I did next will startle and may even amuse you but it is proof that I go a long way to get what I want. The working class society to which I belong did not place great value on virginity. Young women more often than not have sexual experience before their wedding and not always with the man they marry. Consequently condoms are freely available for men and a young unmarried woman can purchase pills in shops without raising eyebrows. Shops that sell pills (not all of them druggists) have woman sales persons to reduce embarrassment to lady customers. Ours town in this respect is well ahead of the rest of the world. If mothers were to notice the pills daughters have a solid explanation for it. They would say it was for scanty periods or pain during periods. Taking pills is a standard remedy for those problems. I went to a shop well away from our place and got contraceptive tablet strips for two months. Our town is not enlightened enough for women to buy condoms; not yet anyway. Even if I could I would not for I did not like condoms. The joke amongst us girls is that using condoms is like taking bath with clothes on! I got my strips and took the first tablet as soon as I was out of the shop. I noted the time. Every day at that precise time I had to take a pill. I did so meticulously.

2

What with changes in duty shifts for Abel and with mother and her partner in the market taking turns to stay at home I got a chance to be alone with my brother only after a week. I had my plans for the morning. I put on a top with low neck and to improve on it I undid the two top buttons. What was visible was not just the valley but the inner half of both breasts. I sat in front of Abel who as usual was reading the sports pages of the newspaper. I was doing my needle work but with one eye on a shiny flower vase where I could see my brother in reflection. He was darting glances at my breasts. At times he took courage to stare. I was thrilling to have brother feast on the sight of your exposed breast. But I had more to do. Next time when he had his eyes focussed on it I suddenly looked up. He turned away embarrassed. I looked down at my exposed chest as if I did not know it was exposed and then looked up. I caught his eyes and smiled to reassure him that I did not think he did any wrong.

"No need to turn away Abe. It's yours to look at or whatever." I slipped the shoulder straps off and sat with breasts exposed. Anything more you want?"

"I don't know Kesi. Please don't ask me that question again. I fear I'll do something that will hurt me the rest of my life," 

"Big words Abe," I said. I got up not bothering to cover myself.

"It's nothing of the sort. Look at my breasts to your heart's content. Please don't forget that no young woman is closer to you than me. Nothing, absolutely nothing can hurt you or me if it is by mutual consent. Please understand that." I moved to my room to dress for duty. I came out ready to go. Brother was holding the paper but not reading. I went up to him and holding his chin I turned up his face and gave a gentle kiss on his lips and hurriedly went out. I was walking on thin air. I had my brother fully primed for action. I brief period separation would make him ripe for the final act in our drama. 

That evening we had a guest. An aunt, the eldest of my late father's five living sisters, was visiting her little brother's family. My father was the youngest of eight children and the only boy. His sisters had a tender corner for the family of their much loved brother who died young. This aunt was more auntish than my other aunts. She had piercingly keen eyes and an even keener hook nose. Her speciality was sniffing out marital discord, illicit love affairs and even missed periods in the families of relatives that she regularly visited. I was on guard and in my brother's presence I behaved with great care. I should have used the same caution with my mother too but apparently I did not. It was to have interesting consequences as we shall later see. Ten days were more than the brief period of separation I had desired. These were the most painful ten days in my life. The day my aunt left found me in an excited state.

"Aunt is gone," I said to Abel. To him she was an aunt who had come and was now gone. He attached no significance to my statement. I was not surprised but it did annoy me a bit. 

3

The morning after the day aunt left I was waited eagerly for mother's departure for her shop. She would be away from nine till two. Her shop closed after that. Abel was on evening shift. He woke up late as usual an hour after mother left. He had breakfast and came and sat in front of the TV watching soccer. The moment to spring my plan had come. I went to my room and removed my bra and knickers. I wore thin top and short skirts. I sat by his side on the sofa and sidled close to him. I took care to be at his right, his dominant side. I was excited. I could already feel moisture at my vulva.

"How is our team faring?"

"One goal up," he said.

"More to come."

"It's a replay."

"We win?"

"Of course we do. Otherwise I will not be watching."

I sidled closer crushing his arm. He released his arm as I expected him to and took it behind me to my waist. I had folded the hem of the top and held it in my arm pit. His hands felt my bare body. 

"You are not wearing bra," he said.

"How can you be so sure? You are only feeling the side of my chest." He felt my back.

"I can't feel any." 

"There are bras that are slug round the neck." He felt my neck.

"Nothing there too."

"You would have seen movie actresses with attached cups with no straps." Silence from his side.

"Want to check?" He hesitated and then his fingers moved forwards. His fingers were on the side of my breast. They climbed up step by step. Soon they were at the top and then one finger pulp touched the nipple. He cupped my breast. 

"Like it," I asked.

"It's divine," he said. "Now I know for certain that you have no bra on," he said laughing.

"On one side anyway," I said teasingly. He then brought his other hand and cupped both my breasts. He was holding my breasts from behind me and my head was turned and we were kissing and laughing at the same time. In the struggle my skirt was up almost to the crotch. He looked down.

"Are you wearing knickers?"

"Find out." He took his hand gingerly up the side of my thighs all the way up to the crest of the pelvis.

"I feel nothing." He explored the inner side of the thigh up to the crotch.

"Nothing," he said. He ran his finger over the inner side of the other thigh. 

"Nothing here too," he said. Then be became clever. "May be there is a cup for that too."

"May be or may be not," I said. He boldly brought his hand to the lower part of my abdomen and slid it downwards. He then cupped my vulva and thereupon both of us lost control. I lay on the sofa with feet in the air and vulva spread out in wild display. He was on his knees with his head between my thighs.

"Permit me to examine your..,"

"Vulva," I said. Please do not use any of the words your friends use to describe it. Come on say it."

"Vulva."

"Louder, and roll it round your tongue."

"Vulva," he said again.

"Go ahead," I ordered.

He opened one lip and then the other and then he spread both out. With his finger he touched the clitoris. I was watching him intently as he went though the movements. He looked up. Our eyes met.

"Lick me my darling brother," I said. He did more. He took the clitoris between his lips and munched. I moaned with pleasure. That moan must have pulled the trigger for he licked my clitoris with vigour and I spread the leaves with my finger to bring it out. My pelvis was moving up and down and he was practically eating my vulva. It did not take me long to reach the peak. I was teetering at the edge waiting for him to nudge me down the steep cliff. 

"Stop for a moment," I said. He stopped. "Now start again in slowly deep swipes. He did so and I exploded. I screamed a muffled scream. 

"Bite my clitoris," I said. He covered his teeth with his lips and bit my clitoris. I screamed again. I could not wait any more; I had to have him inside me at once. I broke away. I removed my skirt and tops and ran to my room naked. He must have shed his clothes too for he followed me naked with his mighty penis flaying about. I lay on my back, thighs spread out ready to receive him. He was soon on top of me.

I was turning away with eyes closed. I do not know why but it is not from any sense of shame. Nothing was happening. I slowly turned my head and peered with half open eyes. My brother was on top of me with his extended arms holding him up. He was aiming his magnificent penis at my vagina but he had so little control over the organ that he missed every time by a generous margin. It was funny. He would steady himself and after aligning his penis he would try to spear my vagina. The penis never was steady enough for him to hit the bull's eye. I reached out for his penis and guided it towards the vagina. I inserted it enough for it not to slip out. 

"Push," I said. He pushed but there was resistance. "Push again," I said and as he did so I placed my palms on his buttocks and pulled his pelvis towards me. I felt a sting, yes it was nothing more than that, and he was in. I could feel his large organ stretching my hitherto unstretched vagina as it advanced. It was a glorious feeling. The penis went up to the hilt. I wriggled to get a snug fit. I hugged my darling brother tightly with arms and legs.

"I am deflowered," I said, "by the best person possible, a brother." I believed it then and I believe it now.

He moved his penis in and out. My vagina was so wet that the shaft slid smoothly. I could feel the flange of the rose as it moved. Once again I placed my palms on his buttocks and pulled him up so that he made proper contact with the clitoris. Soon he was pumping with speed and I was responding in rhythm with his movements. I was hot and so was he. I held his pelvis and bodily moved it up and down to rub his penis against my clitoris. I do no know from where I got so much strength but I did. 




Seducing Brother in Three Steps



I climaxed as he ejaculated in great gulps. I could sense my vagina filling up with his semen. It is a feeling that defies description. Later he told me I was screaming with pleasure but I have no recollection of it. There were some after shocks. He then rolled over and we lay side by side in hot embrace. 

It was time for us to go for work. That evening during supper we pretended as if it was just another day. Our honeymoon lasted just one week. Our church was celebrating its centenary and visitors from neighbouring town and villages were filling our town. Many homes took in visitors as guests. We had enough relatives to take up all the space we had. I rarely saw my brother during the ten days of festivities. 

The visitors left one afternoon. We had a lot to do to get the house back to normal. We had supper, the three of us. My mood was not upbeat for I will not get a chance to hug my brother till next morning and as for sex possibly not for three days. Brother left for his room and latched the door. He was not just annoyed; he was in a dirty mood, understandably. I was busy with my needlework when mother who was by my side on the sofa spoke.

"Kesi darling,"

"Yes Ma."

"You must spend the night with Abel." I turned to her in horror. She was smiling and I swear she winked. So she knew. She drew me to herself and hugged me. I was so shamed that I avoided her eye.

"Of course I knew. I am not so dense that I would not notice that my daughter was having a honeymoon to surpass all honeymoons." She held me and rocked me to and fro. Mother always spoke in short spurts. She was silent for a while. 

"I knew that you are on the pill too. You are wise; always were." Silence again.

"Do not have feelings of guilt," she continued, "after all we are the products of brother sister union. How else could Adam and Eve have multiplied and replenished the Earth other than by their children uniting with each other?" There was silence again. It seemed to last a long time. She spoke again.

"You two are too young to set off on your own. Wait till you are twenty. We will immigrate to New Zealand. There with no one who know our past you can marry and have babies." She kissed me tenderly. "Tell you brother what I told you. Now go. You don't have to say anything to me just go; my blessings go with you."

We got up late after a sleepless night of activity. Mother had gone for work. I set breakfast on the table. My brother came in. We hugged and kissed.

"My darling," he said.

"My very own precious darling," I responded.