0 comments/ 21896 views/ 0 favorites Jessie's Journal By: BrettJ as told to BrettJ © 2006 * November 15 Wow! I'm eighteen today, and so far, it's been a really great day. Mom and Dad let me skip school, my friends are coming over later for a party and my sis sent me this great, leather-bound journal to write in. I hope I'll have a lot to put down in here, I think it's going to be a great year! November 16 The party last night was a blast! Mom and Dad even let me have champagne, and it's true, the bubbles do tickle your nose! I guess I should start by telling a bit about myself, huh? I'm Jessie Patterson. I turned 18 yesterday, I live with my Mom, Dad and younger brother, Ryan, here in Parkhurst. It's a nice place, with a little over 100 hundred thousand people living here. My sister, Carmen, lives in California. She's a year older than me. Carm and the folks had a falling out last year, so we don't hear much from her. My mom, Lene, owns two restaurants. She married Adam, my Dad, when she was my age and had Carmen a year later. Mom's a tall, curvy blond with a great smile and a "Can Do" attitude, the kind of lady who gets what she wants. Dad's a graphic artist, very successful, so we're doing pretty well. He's 5 years older than Mom, a real jock, but with an artistic bent. He looks good casual or dressed in a tux. I used to tease him that he should be a male model. Ryan, my brother, is nearly 6'5" tall, he plays basketball for the High School that we both attend. A lot of the girls, including some of my friends, would like to date him, he's cute, with a nice build and sandy hair, with great green eyes. Problem is, Ry's clueless around girls. He's a year younger than me – well, not actually, about 10 months. We had sexually active folks. Carmen's shorter than Mom, but like me and Mom, blonde with big, brown eyes. She has a great figure and she wasn't afraid to show it off. Now, with some parents, they'd freak out about her exhibitionist streak, but our family have always been very conscious of good health and appearance, so it was no big deal. Wish I knew what the fight was all about. Me, I'm about 5'3", 34D-22-33 figure. Blonde hair, as I said already. I've been going steady – yes, some people still say that – with Brendan for about 6 months. I figure he's the one that will be my first. He's a great guy, looks like a professor with his glasses and short hair, but he's smart and funny and treats me great. He's 3 years older than me and goes to the local University. Oh yeah, the party! Lots of friends and family. My triplet-cuzzes, Nikki, Rikki and Jackie were there, Brendan and Breanna [ his sister and my best friend ], my folks, Aunt Janine and Uncle Richard [ the triplet's folks ], Aunties Allycin and Angel [ Dad's sisters ] and lots more friends from school. Bekka, Shelly, Vanessa, Chad, Dion, Charmane, Mick, Donny, Jennifer ... it didn't end until nearly 1. I've got great folks. November 17 Hanging out with Breanna today, school was – blehhhh. I cannot WAIT until I graduate in June. Breanna was the one that hooked me up with Brendan, she knew I had a thing for her brother and she told him to ask me out. We suit each other, Brendan and me. And what's neat is, if Breanna wants to come with, Brendan never kicks up a fuss. He and his sister don't fight like most sibs do. Anyway, my sometimes-tactless bud asks me when I'm finally going to let Brendan fuck me. After I stopped turning nine shades of red, I told her that I wasn't sure yet. I can't get over how easily she asked me that question. She practically jumped off the bed and accosted me. "What's the holdup Jess?" she wanted to know. "You do want to fuck him, don't you?" Breanna can be a bit pushy, but I love her anyway. "Breanna, I haven't had sex yet, remember? Jeez, forgive me if I'm a little nervous. I know Brendan's nervous too, he hasn't said so, but ... " As usual, my assertive buddy cuts me off. "Brendan isn't nervous sugar, he's anxious! He and Lacy ... " [ his ex, the cow ] " ... used to fuck all the time, he wants to be naked and do the nasty with you." I had to laugh, Breanna has a way with words, y'know? "I have to think about it Breanna, but your brother's a good guy. I appreciate his patience." "Don't wait too long Jess, boys don't wait forever!" Yeah, I know. Don't know how much longer I want to wait either. November 18 School was blehhh again today, except for Drama Class with Mister Stone – he's soooo funny --- and Dance Class with Miss DuValle. She moves so gracefully, I love watching her. I wish I could move like that. A lot of the students in her class just can't believe how amazing she is. I've always thought she and Mister Stone would make a cute couple, y'know? November 19 Oh my God, Oh my God, oh-my-fucking-God! I have to write about this, while it's still fresh in my head. It's late, but jeez, what just happened! I am supposed to have a big test tomorrow, so I decided to have an all-night cram session. I made myself a big pot of coffee, got out the Trig texts and put on my favorite lacy nightie, the one Mom bought me for my last birthday. I hate Trig, my mind can't wrap around the concepts, y'know, so I get distracted easily. Around midnight, I hear a lot of weird noises that I haven't heard before. It was coming from down the hall and I thought I had better check it out. As I got near my parent's bedroom, I figured out the noises were coming from there. They were getting louder and louder. I thought I should play it safe, and I peeked in the crack of the door. Oh, my fucking God! My Mom was naked, riding my Dad's – cock, there, I've said it! I was watching my parents having sex! But jeez, they weren't alone! My aunt Allycin was in there with them. She was on top of Daddy, straddling his face. His tongue was buried deep within her pussy and she was leaning forward, playing with Mom's tits, Mom was playing with hers, and they were kissing, really getting into it! I think my Aunt Allie is gorgeous. She's slim and carries herself with an air of sensuality, I've seen men and women checking her out. She has these dark, Bambi-brown eyes, with long, dark eyelashes. She has the kind of mouth women pay money for and dark, chestnut hair. She's darker than me, she's got nice legs and a great butt, I've noticed Ryan checking her out. She looks like she's ready for sex, 24-7! Then, it hit me! My DADDY was fucking his WIFE – with his SISTER watching and joining in. Incest! Fuck, were my parents sick freaks? I knew I should leave, it was the right thing to do. Not only was I seeing something I shouldn't, but I was spying on them. I had a test to study for! But, despite my better judgment, I stood there and watched. My Daddy's big cock was really drilling in and out of Mom's nearly-bald pussy, auntie Allycin was as close to her as she could get. They were running their hands all over each other's bodies, this obviously wasn't the first time they'd done this. Daddy was good to, while he was fucking his wife, his tongue didn't stop eating auntie Allie's horny pussy. She'd shaved all her hair off, I could see everything. Daddy was really going to town on her cunt. My Mom's long, blonde hair was tossing from side to side as she fucked Daddy. I say that because she was giving as good as she got, she was really riding him. I don't know a lot about sex, I've never even seen a porno, but it wasn't hard to tell. And I think Daddy's really hung too, I could hear Mom screaming now. She was yelling out stuff like "Fuck me Adam, drive your big dick deep inside me, fuck baby!" while she and aunt Allie continued making out. Allycin wasn't saying very much, she had her eyes half-closed and really seemed to be getting into the incestuous love-play. Daddy was gripping aunt Allie's buttocks as she ground her pussy all over his licking tongue. She rocked back and forth on his face as he ate her out. I knew it was wrong, but jeezuz, they were so sexy. Mom's sexy body was glistening with sweat and so was aunt Allie's, they had their tits mashed together as they kissed. I almost-unconsciously began running my fingers down towards my panties, they were tiny, black lace. I pulled them to one side and began rubbing my pussy as I watched my parents and aunt screwing. I have never felt anything so good as my fingers going in and out of my pussy as I watched them all having sex. My pussy was soaked, I stepped out of my panties and my eyes were glued to the goings-on in the bedroom. I got another shock. Aunt Allycin was lying on her back, her mouth was buried in Mom's pussy now, Mom was straddling her face and grooving on her tongue. Daddy was FUCKING aunt Allycin now. He was FUCKING his own SISTER! My fingers were rubbing my clitty now, I fought the impulse to close my eyes in pleasure, keeping them fixed on the kinky fun going on. Aunt Allie was making noise now, "Yes, yes, oh fuck, YES!" she screamed as Daddy dicked her hard. God, this was wild! I knew no one would ever believe this, I was fingering my pussy while three members of my family were having sex nearby. The bedsprings were squeaking loudly, I could see Dad and aunt Allie were really going at it now. Mom was the happy recipient of Allycin's tonguing, her eyes were closed now, her head thrown back and she was moaning. I saw Daddy tense up, then he pulled out of Allycin's pussy and Mom got off her face quickly. The pair of them moved towards his cock and I saw his cum – I think that's what they call it – shoot out of his cock and all over their lips. My body shuddered too and I knew I was having a cum of my own! I watched my slutty female relatives share Daddy's sperm and I wondered if he and aunt Allie had been fucking for years? I also wished I could have joined them. Oh God, am I a sick freak too? Man, I can't concentrate on studying now. I am going to flunk that Trig test tomorrow for sure. But it was worth it! Jessie's Journal Ch. 02 Jessie's Journal as told to BrettJ © 2007 November 20 Okay, just as a finally calmed down, I get Aunt Allie's birthday gift -- holy fuck, she gave me a porno movie. After last night's festivities, I thought it might be a little anti-climactic, but I had to wait for Breanna to show up for our shopping trip. No one was home, so I got it out of the box. The film was called HIDDEN OBSESSIONS, directed by some guy named Andrew Blake. I doubted I could get into it, but I was wrong. The women were gorgeous, all of them, especially this Janine chick. She and the other girl -- Julia Ann? - did a scene with an Ice Dildo that looked real cool, but I bet it was chilly. I was so turned on, I looked down and found that I was subconsciously frigging my pussy. I've never been with a girl, but the scenes were H-O-T and the film wasn't cheesy at all, like I thought a porno would be. I looked at the clock and fuck! - Bree was gonna be here in 45 minutes, so I had to stop watching. I still don't know why Aunt Allycin gave me the movie, but I didn't have time to think about it now. I hauled ass upstairs, got out of my thong -- soaked -- and got in the shower. We have one of those pulsating shower heads -- whoa, how cool! It sure helped me get off, I was feeling a lot more relaxed now. I changed into a short white mini and put on a lacy bra and lacy, black baby-Tee over that. I decided against pantyhose or socks, my legs were a nice tan color anyhoo, so I just put on my white heels and ran downstairs just in time to see Bree come in the door. Bree rarely dresses casual, she likes to look "ready to fuck" all the time, she told me one time. Today, my best bud was also wearing a black chemise and black leather pants that looked like they were painted on her. She had on her favorite black GoGo boots. "Wow, you've got your happy face on -- did you finally decide to fuck my brother or something?" Man, she can be such a bitch! "You are a total skank, you know that?" I told her. Breanna stuck out her tongue at me and said "Yeah, but you love me anyway, bitch." I kissed her on the cheek and we got into her Jag ( her Dad gave her his old one when he upgraded ) and headed out. I'd trust Breanna with my life, so there was no question I was going to tell her what I'd seen last night and what I'd been doing before she showed up. When I told her, Bree pulled the car over, we nearly got into an accident. "You have GOT to be fucking kidding me?" she said, shaking me hard. "Will you please stop shaking me?" I told her. She just kept looking at me and sighed. "Okay, I want all the details -- and I do mean ALL the details Jess, don't leave a thing out!" Okay -- so I took a deep breath and told her. All of it, about spying on the 'rents and Aunt Allie, watching them fuck, getting turned on. I told her about Auntie's odd birthday gift and I told her that I'd got hot and bothered both times. "Wow". It was all that Bree could say. "Fuck, just --- wow." Then she regained her composure and asked "So Jess, does your Dad have a big one?" I screeched and punched her in the arm. She just smiled and punched me back. "So -- does he?" I told her from what I'd seen -- and I'd seen PLENTY -- yeah, my Dad was hung. "Mmm, I've always had a thing for your Dad!" Bree told me, shocking the hell out of me. "I'd fuck him if he wasn't married to your Mom and you weren't my best friend. Wow -- he's fucking his sister. How kinky." I just told her that I felt it was wrong, that it was INCEST and she just smiled and told me to calm down. Breanna has this way of making you see things, y'know? She told me that they likely weren't going to have kids, that no one was being forced to do anything and besides, it likely went on a lot more often then I knew about. I was reeling at that -- other people fucking family members? Then I told her about my Mom and Aunt Allycin getting it on too, that was lesbianism. Breanna just smiled and said "Well no, that's being bi. Nothing wrong with that. We probably know a few bi-girls ourselves Jess." It was all too overwhelming, but I had to give Breanna credit for staying calm and level-headed in the face of all this new info. She started the car and we headed out again. My brain was racing though. First, what kind of perv was I? Watching my family fuck the hell out of each other had turned me on like crazy. Second, who ELSE knew about this -- did Aunt Angel know her sister and brother were screwing. Was she screwing him too? Third, what about Mom's family -- my Aunt and Uncle are nice-looking people, were my folks swinging with them too? Did my cousins know? I had to put all these thoughts out of my head, because I had to go shopping with Breanna. My nipples were hard under my Tee and I knew I'd have to make myself cum again when I got home. Daddy had give me his Platinum Card and told me to spend "as much as I wanted." I can SHOP so Daddy knew full-well what he was in for. Nice having parents with money, but you don't have 18th birthdays every day, right? Breanna's a shopper too, but she's got her own buckage -- she has a really good part-time job and she's worked since she was 12. She wanted to take me to this new Lingerie place called La Vie En Rose that she'd been shopping at. We got out of the car and I saw dudes checking my pal out. I hadn't been paying attention, but she'd had her hair streaked and looked really hot. I even noticed a few girls checking her out as we walked into the mall and headed for the store. I always wondered why Bree didn't have a steady guy, she could've had her pick of the litter. I guess she liked to play the field. I knew Bree wasn't a virgin -- she'd told me about her first time with some guy. She said that she started out really nervous -- but she told me she REALLY wanted to fuck this guy and she couldn't wait to suck a cock -- some of our other friends had already lost their cherries and told her cocksucking was a lotta fun! Breanna told me that the first cock she'd ever had was just perfect -- not too thick, not too long. She'd put it in her mouth and licked it like a lollipop ( she'd also gotten hold of some porno mags ) and she squeezed his balls ( he got off on that ) and she licked the head and sucked on the purple dick until the guy was hard and ready to fuck her. Every time I thought of this story, I got really hot. I could just imagine my formerly-brunette bud sucking a big, hard, fucky dick. Bree told me that the guy nearly came in her mouth, but she licked his piss-slit and tasted his pre-cum.. He had good control though, and he managed to reign it in. Breanna's first lover was very considerate -- he took his time and she told me she appreciated it. He was slow -- he was almost TOO slow, she said. He wrapped his arms around her -- he was nice and "muscle-ly" she told me. The guy kissed her neck and put his arms around her, her gorgeous tits cradled by them. She could feel her nipples getting pebbly, her cunt was soaked -- she hadn't worn panties and could feel a bit of pussy-juice running down her thighs. Breanna had dressed up über-hot for this guy -- her sluttiest mini and a crop top, she'd even worn garters, stockings and stilettos. She decided to make a show out of this, moving away from her stud and stripping, the top -- then the mini -- the stockings, one-by-one -- but he asked her to keep the "fuck shoes" on. She just shot him a big smile and wiggled her ass over to the bed, spread her thighs open and told him to "put it in". He didn't do that though -- he ate her pussy for nearly 30 minutes, she was climbing the walls by the time he put it in her. She locked those great legs of hers around his neck and he screwed the shit out of her, speeding up and really pounding her cunt. My friend tells me she's a "wild fuck" - but she was scared that first time. While her stud was screwing her, she was carrying on and begging him for more, After they came, Breanna sucked his dick hard again and he showed her how to top-ride, which she tells me is still her favorite way to fuck. I asked her if she'd fucked him again and she got this strange look -- told me "every once in a while" - but I still haven't met this mystery stud. I was walking around the store, thinking all these thoughts, hoping MY first fuck would be that good. Is it gonna be Brendan? I don't know -- but man, looking around this store, whoever gets to share my first fuck with me is going to unwrap a pretty HOT package. This store had some really hot stuff -- from high quality to kinky and trashy. I was going to go on a spree, thanks to the magic of Visa Platinum! I looked around and saw my nutty friend already picking out some really skimpy thongs, so I joined her -- grabbed about a dozen, in different colors and styles, even a leopard-spotted one. Okay, underwear handled -- now it was time for stockings. I'd always worn pantyhose, but Bree says that once you go to stockings, you won't want to wear them anymore. I took her advice and spent the little extra for high-quality, mostly silk, in different shades. I bought some ones with nice patterns, one with rosettes, one with spiderweb patterns, I even found a pair that matched the leopard-skin thong. Well, after stockings and panties, I had to go for some bras -- I even indulged in a naughty little fling and bought a "peekaboo" bra. Moving on -- teddies, corsets, bustiers and all sorts of things -- if I liked it, it went on to the pile. I let Breanna add a few things to my pile, I doubted Daddy would mind the added expense -- it was already several hundreds of dollars. Brendan was going to freak next time he saw me, no question! A very nice-looking black lady -- I guess I'd describe her as elegant with a touch of slinky -- came up to Breanna and me as we were checking out. She flashed us both a huge smile. "I'm Darcelle and this is my store!" she said to us. She told us that it was very nice to see two such lovely young women who appreciated high-quality underwear. I got out my card and she instructed the salesgirl to give us a 20% discount, which I am sure Daddy will appreciate when he gets the bill. Darcelle and Bree talked a few minutes and we left the store. They seemed to be getting very chummy, so I asked Bree what they'd talked about. All I got was "this and that" and an odd smile. Okay, we had the underwear, now Breanna said we had to get a few nice pairs of shoes -- one of her birthday gifts to me, she insisted. I told her her gifts had been generous enough, but Bree gets her way almost all the time. So she took me to "Footz" and that's where today got even more interesting. This place had the COOLEST shoes. I started to reach for a pair of Reeboks, but Breanna just slapped my hand away and pulled me towards the back. I'm getting tired -- I'll post what happened in tomorrow's entry. Night Diary. November 21 2007 Man, that was a longgg day. I spent post of the day studying -- the folks insisted, they always want me to get good grades. Daddy tousled my hair when he came down for breakfast. "So Princess, did you spend all of my money?" he asked me. "A good chunk of it" I grinned sheepishly. "But I sure got some sexy stuff." Daddy kissed me on the cheek and told me not to sweat it. He invests a lot, but he has the philosophy that you can't take it with you. After putting my dishes in the dishwasher, I went upstairs, studied for a few hours, went on the computer and checked my E-Mail, Messengered with Bree and decided I should get the rest of yesterday's details down before I forget them -- as IF! Okay -- so Breanna and I are in the shoe store, right? And she's like, "Hey Cal" to this kinda stocky-but-cute guy, who I find out is the store's Assistant Manager. I'm looking around and she tells Cal that she's gonna hook me up with some hot new shoes and can she get her usual discount? He gives her this goofy grin, right? I see her squeeze his hand, he grins again and nods. Like I said, this place had some SERIOUSLY cool footwear. I got a pair of black leather heels for dressing up, black stilettos -- I've always wanted a pair of those. I got some seriously hot slingback and high-heeled sandals. Bree got me a pair of GoGo boots, but mine were white, not black like hers. But my ultimate FAVE -- I found those when she was in the back -- I finally got a pair of high-heeled, thigh-high "fuck me" boots. Next time I wore my leather mini, I was wearing those -- they were freakin' AWESOME! I looked around for Breanna and couldn't see her anywhere. I had 6 pairs of shoes -- maybe seven, I was still deciding and wanted her opinion. So, I look around for her, right -- and I found her. She was in the Change Room -- with Cal -- and she was giving him a blowjob. My best friend was in the back of a shoe store, sucking a strange man's cock! After what I'd seen the other day, this wasn't the weirdest thing I'd ever seen, but Breanna was really into it -- acting like a total fuckslut, down on her knees, Cal's pants around his knees and her lips sliding up and down his knob. He had his hand on her head and he was guiding her a bit, but from what I could see, Bree didn't need it! She was a noisy little -- cocksucker -- luckily we were the only ones in the store. I was feeling like a total perv -- but fuck, this was nasty shit. Bree sure seemed to know her way around a cock and Cal was doing all he could to keep from falling over, bracing himself while my friend gobbled his meat. Man, I'm getting horny again just remembering this stuff! "Christ, you little bitch, blow me, do it!" I remember him yelling -- and Bree was acting like a little whore. We call each other names all the time -- like "Ho" or "Skank" or -- whatever -- but man, oh man, was she acting like one! Her leather pants had slid down a little bit and I could see she wasn't wearing anything under them -- just her own tanned skin. I bet she was soaked, but from the way she was bobbing her head up and down and her hair was whipping about, don't think she cared much. I kept lookout, hoping no one would come in -- so far, so good -- I felt my fingers drift to my own pussy and I was fucking [U] drenched [/U]. Yep, I am a total perv, I'm going straight to hell -- but I am sure getting one damned good education. Cal was getting this weird look on his face -- and then I saw Breanna move away from his rod -- not as big as my Dad's, I noticed -- and I could see her gulping down -- holy fuck, she was swallowing his load! What a slut she was! I saw Cal stand up on jelly legs and heard him say something about "earning her discount" and I hauled ass so they wouldn't catch me watching their little suckfest! Bree ran over to me, apologizing and telling me she hoped I hadn't been bored. As IF! She liked the pair of shoes, so I took those too -- didn't see Cal ring anything in and had to wonder just HOW good her discount was. On the drive home, I was trying to figure out whether or not I should tell her I'd been watching them. I mean, Bree and I tell each other EVERYTHING, but this was some heavy shit. Mom's calling me for dinner -- and I'm really hungry, being this horny really gives you an appetite. I'm still turned on! I wonder if I should invest in a vibe -- I'm getting hornier by the day! Jessie's Journal Ch. 03 as told to BrettJ © 2007 November 22 2007 Man, it was freezing out this morning -- and I hate, hate, HATE the cold, so I didn't wanna go to school -- but the 'rents insisted, dammit! So, smarty-pants me decided to make the best of it. Put on the tightest pair of black jeans I own -- and a tiny, tiny, itsy-bitsy little thong -- and my new white sweater that hugs my very-nice boobs -- did myself up and went to school looking majorly H-O-fuckin'-T! I also got to wear the new boots, just for effect. When I get to school, everybody's checking me out, which makes me feel good, then I feel someone give me a HUGE hug from behind. I turn around and there's this MAJOR babe with her arms around me and just beaming from ear-to-ear. Prob was, I'd never seen her before in my life! She looks at me for a min or so and then she busts a gut laughing. "Jess, it's Laura!" I must have blinked a few times, then it hit me. LAURA TANNER?! Holy shit, it's "Tubby" Tanner -- well, that's what everyone called her, I never did. I always liked Laura, she's a sweetheart. But the Laura I knew weighed close to 300 and this babe was like -- mebbe 170, tops? But she still had Laura's pretty face and was still tall, like Laura, pushing 6 feet. "Fuck bitch, you look GREAT!" I told her and hugged her back. I had to know -- did she have liposuction? She just shook her head and told me, nope, the whole family decided they were dangerously overweight -- her Mom, Dad, older sister and brother too -- and together they'd lost nearly half a ton! Oh-my-freaking-GOD! We walked to class and she told me that was why she hadn't been in school -- although they'd sent her work home -- she wanted to come back and make a fresh start. They'd done it all through proper diet and exercise and junk. "Come on over for dinner some night, I'll show you!" she told me as she hugged me and went off to her homeroom. With that long chestnut hair of hers, those beautiful brown eyes, those BIG tits and her newly-toned legs, she was going to be beating them off with a stick. Boy, if I was her, would I make some people sweat it for calling ME "Tubby Tanner". She was now stone-cold FINE. I went to Home Room and turns out, Mister Sim was out sick, so Miss DuValle was filling in. I recently found out she also has a Masters in English Lit. I wish I could be like her. She's elegant, but there's this air of sensuality she carries with her. Like today -- her dress was calf-length, but it had a slit that was buttoned up, aside from the bottom two. She had on these great silver heels and I'd bet she was wearing stockings too. Before the end of class. Mister Stone came by to deliver a message -- he was checking her out, I could tell. I can always tell when a guy is checking ME out ( and in this outfit, a lot of them WERE ) and Mister Stone's just SO into Miss D. As I was leaving, I leaned over to her and said "Miss D, you should go out with him, you'd be great together." She whispered back to me "Sweetie, he's a nice man, but he's not my type." Man, if a guy as hunky as him was into me -- not that Brendan's a troll, you know -- but Mister Stone's the kind of guy a girl can really fantasize about. I didn't see Bree at school all day and I know Brendan had a Field Trip, so school was kinda boring. I just went home, had dinner with the folks, and went upstairs to my room. I was feeling kinda horny, so I watched HIDDEN OBSESSIONS again and played with my pussy until I came. I gotta Google this Blake-guy and see what else he's done -- this movie gets me off every time! November 23 2007 Today was a totally shitty and I really don't wanna talk about it yet, okay? Maybe when I've calmed down. November 24 2007 Okay, I'm calm enough to talk about yesterday. Here goes .... Brendan met me for lunch. It was all going well, the Pizza was great, we were just chilling before I had to get back to class and then the big jerk pulls this shit. The a-hole starts pressuring me about sleeping with him. He starts going on about "We've been together this long, what are we waiting for, if we're not gonna fuck, what's the point ... " and all the while I'm trying hard not to fucking EXPLODE at him at the restaurant. When we got to the Parking Lot, I let him have it. He KNOWS I'm not ready yet and I don't fucking like being pressured. He knows that I wouldn't mind if he wanted to sleep with some bimbo cheerleader or something, so long as he doesn't brag about it but then the idiot kind-of alludes to the fact he's been getting his rocks off but he's not gonna wait forever, blahblahblah .... I was so pissed, I walked 5 miles back to school, totally blowing my Trig class. Luckily, I did well on the test. So, later that night, Breanna calls and is like, totally sympathetic. She knows I'm crazy about her brother, the big dummy, but jeez! She tells me that she wants to come over tomorrow, she needs to talk to me about something. So, today I go through the day in a haze, still bugged about this crap with Brendan. I get home, Mom's at work, Daddy's nowhere to be found, Ryan's at basketball practice. I just microzap myself a Hot Dog and Bree shows up at the door. But wowzers! Bree's decked out to the 9's, she has her hair all done up and her makeup looks like she had it done in a Salon and she has on a nice silver choker and this low-cut black dress, it goes down nearly to her ankles. It dips low in back too, just above her but and with her nice tan, shows a lot of sexy skin. She has on this classy pair of black heels and fuck, she looks to be in her mid-20's. "Can I borrow your silver dangly earrings?" she asked me. I lent them to her, she sits beside me on the couch while she's putting them on, smiling all the way. "You look so different -- who's the fancy duds for?" I ask her. She smiles at me and takes my hand. "I'm kinda seeing this older guy, he likes me to be classy, so I wear this kind of thing. We go out a few times a month, have dinner and spend quality time together." She put a bit of extra emphasis on the word quality, so I knew what she meant. She was fucking the guy. So I figured older, like maybe a Grad Student or late-20's, but Bree just shakes her head. She tells me no, he's like -- in his 40's. I am totally blown away. Just when I think I've got my best friend figured out, she does something like this. She sat with me and talked for a while, telling me that if her brother kept acting like a dweeb, maybe I should dump his ass and try an older dude. She'd had a few men older than her, she tells me, and they were fucking AWESOME in bed. Not quite ready for that, so Bree gives me a peck on the cheek and heads out. She's going to meet him at a local Steakhouse and make an evening of it, says she'll call me tomorrow. THEN my idiot friend goes and leaves her purse behind. Twit. So I grab my coat, head over to the Steakhouse and try to find her. It's not far from our place, I've been there lots of times. I look around for a few minutes and don't see her, I'm about ready to split when I spot her in the corner. I can't see her date, so I start to head to the table and I stopped dead in my tracks. Breanna's "older guy", her date, was my FATHER. I practically RAN out of the place, glad they hadn't seen me. Okay, I know my Daddy has had a threeway with his own sister, but the realization that he is also fucking my best friend -- Christ! Okay, now my mind's racing a mile a minute. How long had they been doing this? Had Bree gone after my Dad or had he tried to get into her panties? Was my Mom in on all of this? If not, my Mom would FREAK, I was sure of it. I got my ass back home, forgetting I still had Bree's purse with me. Mom wasn't home yet, she usually didn't work this late -- I wondered where she was? Then I start getting this dirty thought -- if Bree was fucking my Daddy, she was getting one helluva fuck, from what I'd seen the other day. I vaguely remember making something to eat and watching TV and then I came in and wrote all this down. I don't think I'm going to get a lot of sleep -- and am I gonna be able to face Bree tomorrow? Omigod, am I gonna tell her I know or do I keep my mouth shut? November 25 2007 Bree showed up at my locker before First Period, I gave her back her purse. I was right, I hadn't slept much -- but I decided not to say anything to Breanna and play it cool. She'll tell me or she won't -- but knowing her, I bet she will -- eventually. We'll deal with it when she does. Still, it's very hard to look at your best friend and know she's fucking your father. Classes were blehhh again today -- hey, one month today is Christmas! - and I still haven't heard from my idiot boyfriend. Breanna didn't say anything about it either, so ... fuck him! I'm not going to apologize, he knew the score. I cut last class today and went home early -- being a nearly straight-A student, I can do that once in a while. That's when I got another shock -- man, they just keep on coming, don't they? My Mom was on the couch -- totally naked, except for a pair of black lace, crotchless panties. Her ass was raised high in the air, she had her face buried in one of the couch cushions, so she didn't see me. Behind her, wearing a black latex catsuit, was my Aunt Allycin. Attached at her waist was a huge, black dildo = and she was fucking the hell out of Mom with it! She was thrusting her hips back and forth, really fucking the shit out of Mom! Mom was screaming and begging for more! And every time she yelled out, Allycin thrust at her harder! I clamped my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out, and kind-of peeped around the corner, eager to see more. There was LOTS to see, that's for sure. Now some people might think this is evil, or that my Mom's a slut, but screw them! It's kinda cool to know my folks have a bit of fire left, that they enjoy sex. And my Mom's beautiful, so's Auntie Allycin. I know some people might think depraved or that they're sluts, I just saw two hot women having a great time! As I said earlier, Aunt Allycin is H-O-T and in the outfit, she looked even hotter, freakier! She unzipped it a bit so her big tits were free and her dark nipples showed. I could tell she was turned on, and jeez, she was really giving it to Mom, really drilling her with the dildo! From my vantage point I could hear my Mom yowling "Oh Allie, fuck me, fuck me harder, you hot cunt, fuck me harder than you did last night!" So THAT'S where Mom had been while my Dad was out screwing Bree. God, my folks sure seemed to be insatiable, sexually. And it must run in the family, because, holy fuck, was I turned on again. My pussy was soaked, I just knew it! While she was fucking Mom, Allycin would pull and yank on Mom's hair. It wasn't hurting her though, she squealed and carried on and really seemed to be getting off on it. Mom was taking all of this HUMONGOUS fucking toy up her cunt and grinding back on it, her body was shaking and trembling while Aunt Allie screwed the shit out of her. I was almost certain now that Mom knew about Daddy fucking Bree -- but I had to wonder how long had all this been going on? Under my nose, in my home. Were my parents always this perverted and I just never knew? I was gonna do some snooping around and see if I could find some answers. Some people might think it gross that I find my parent's sexuality so -- engrossing. But I am a very sensual, vibrant person and it's kinda nice to find out where I got it from. I could see Mom shudder and convulse, her body wracked with spasms, she shouted out "FUCK, YES!" and she came. Aunt Allycin pulled away and held out the toy. "Lick it, bitch!" she giggled to Mom, who did as told. When Mom was done, she looked up at Aunt Allycin and said "I love you Allie". Aunt Allycin nodded and told her she loved her too. They shuffled around a bit on the couch and Aunt Allycin practically slithered out of the catsuit and slid her tongue deep into Mom's pussy and licked her dry. Mom climaxed again and then they shifted positions. They were in the sixty-nine position now and I had to strain my neck, but I really wanted to see this. I was getting a really good look at Aunt Allycin this time -- I could see her gorgeous ass and those long, tapered legs -- she bikes and swims and it shows. Her hair was askew as she began eating Mom, she speared her tongue deep into Mom's pussy. I could hear her saying "God Lene, you have the tastiest pussy in the world!" NEXT shock -- Mom responds "Even sweeter than Angel's?" Allycin says "Oh, yes baby!" and goes back to munching muff. Allycin and her sister were doing each other too? I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, right? If she's doing her brother and her sister, why not her sister? Man -- I was almost freaking out from all the possibilities! Was Mom doing Aunt Angel too? Was Daddy? Just who in this family was fucking who? Mom though -- I suppose I knew my Mom was beautiful, but the last few days had been kind of a revelation to me. I always see her as kind-of elegant, but now I could see her as vibrant, feral and sexy. Her tits are still round and firm, no sag -- her ass is shapely, she even has this line down her back that's very sensual. Lene Patterson is a very sexy, sensual package -- and she's my Mom! She was clenching Aunt Allycin's buttocks tight while she feasted on her pussy, I could make out her face, glistening with pussy juice. I saw Aunt Allie buck and cry out, then Mom followed suit a few minutes later. They rolled away from each other, panting. I took that as my cue to haul ass for a few minutes, then came back. I made a point of SLAMMING the door so they'd hear me -- and found them together on the couch, watching "Dr. Phil" and looking like nothing happened. Mom lectured me on slamming the door again, but I could see her face was still flushed. And the room REEKED of what I know was sex. After dinner, I came upstairs, did some homework and wrote all this down. I have a few ideas of what I want to do tomorrow. All of them naughty. Jessie's Journal Ch. 04 as told to BrettJ © 2008 November 27th 2007 Okay, so I got my dates mixed up yesterday. Yeeps -- can anyone blame me? In just a few days, I've found out my Daddy fucks his sister, he's having an affair with my best friend, my Mom is screwing Aunt Allie and Aunt Angel and ... and even though I know it's kinda sick and gross, it's kinda a turn-on too. I've got a lot on my mind, but thanks to you Diary, at least I have somewhere I can put it all down. November 28th 2007 Aannnnd just when I think life can't get any nuttier, it does. Thank God I'm a really good student and don't have to write any exams. I don't think my poor mind could take any more of this shit, ya know? My best friend from years ago, Leslie Pattison moved back into town. Wow -- it just keeps on coming. When we were kids, Leslie had been made fun of mercilessly. She'd been called everything from "Stringbean" to "Freckleface" to "Carrot Top" but she bore them all as best she could, with grace and humor. I always thought Les was a class act and that's why we were such good buds. Before Bree, she was my closest confidante. I was her protector and she taught me a lot of good study habits, which is why I am such a good student today, I guess. Leslie was over 5' tall by the time she was 8 and added 6 inches to that by her 12th birthday. That was the last time I saw her until early this morning, when she walked into my homeroom. Despite the teacher telling us to quiet down, we squealed like two six-year olds, jumped up and down and hugged and cried. Some of the kids thought we were nuts. We played catch-up at lunch and we took up right where we left off. She told me about her old High School, where she towered above almost every boy, standing nearly 5'11". She didn't get a lot of dates until she began developing tits. Her red hair changed to auburn. Those spindly legs grew slender and shapely from hours of track and field. The "Stringbean" had become a lovely Rose, that's what her Mom kept telling her. Her parents were thrilled for her, so were some of the faculty. That figured. Les always the kind of girl who was quiet & well-mannered, Straight-A student. Some of the boys took notice, but she couldn't have cared less. Some of the other girls were nasty, but she ignored them. Jealousy had no place in her life. That was so Leslie. She had it together real early. Newly confident, Leslie decided to go for a makeover [ it was obvious, lemme tell ya! ] Her old glasses went, aside from using them for reading. She bought contacts that let everyone see the stunning green eyes they had previously overlooked. Baggy clothes were replaced by short skirts and sexy blouses. She developed a taste for lacy underwear and sexy heels. Leslie could easily afford it, she made good money tutoring. She told me she had started tutoring one of her teacher's kids a few weeks before she'd transferred back here. Leslie liked her new hot-stuff image, she told me, and she used it to her advantage. On occasion when she would walk down the halls, her heels making a "ChikChikChik" sound on the tile, some of the male faculty members would look at her and dream of younger days. She would adjust herself in her seat and cross and uncross her legs. Her grades were never a problem, but if Les needed an extension, she got it. She told me she could've swore even a few of the female teachers were checking her out. Based on what I'd learned lately, I didn't doubt it. The teacher she told me about was Mr. Robertson, the gentleman who co-ordinated the tutorial program that Les worked for. She told me he was a widower and his late wife had been a full decade older than him. Her eyes kinda glazed over when she told me the 50-year old man was the kind of older man girls dreamt about -- worldly, exceptionally well-mannered, elegant and dapper and charming. Leslie had a huge crush on him and whenever she tutored his daughter Belinda in Spanish, she would catch him looking at her. It made her feel good to know she could attract his attention. She had to play it coy though, she didn't want Belinda to freak or anything. Paul Robertson was a leg man, unashamedly. It was the reason he had married Elliot, his late wife had legs up to here. So did Leslie and he dreamt of seeing them in stockings and lingerie and wrapped around him in his bed. But he behaved himself and conducted himself in a proper manner. Well, for a long time he did. The NEW Leslie wasn't gonna be ignored. She wanted this guy to be her first and yet, she had no idea how. What gave her the opportunity was a series of events. Leslie turned 18. Her parents were called out of town on a Family Emergency, so Belinda asked her father if Leslie could come to their house for a birthday dinner. Champagne was served, it didn't agree with Belinda, she went upstairs and conked out -- leaving Paul and Leslie alone. Les told me that none of this was planned, but she wasn't about to waste the chance! "Well -- here we are!" he said, raising his glass to Leslie's health on her birthday. "You're cute!" Leslie tittered drunkenly. She told me she really WAS a bit loopy, she'd never had champagne before. "Oh? Umm -- thank you?" Paul said, not really sure what to say. She told him "Lotsa girls wanna jump your bones, but theyyyy can't!" She sing-songed to him and she said he just looked kinda lost. "That is true." He tried to get serious. "Of course Leslie, I am a teacher. It wouldn't be proper and ...." "I wanna jump your bones!" Leslie almost yelled. "I COULD get away with it, no one would catch me!" she droned on. The poor guy -- I had to feel sorry for him, it was easy to tell Leslie wasn't the kind of chick a guy would say "No" to. He was shocked at the girl's boldness, but he figured most of it was from drink. Nope. Leslie came over to his side of the table, plunked her slender, sexy young body on his lap and kissed him -- hard. Paul protested and sputtered that "They shouldn't do this ... blah, blah, blah ..." Leslie wasn't listening and she wasn't changing her mind. Les told him straight out."Nuts to that. I know you check me out -- I've seen you looking at my tush and legs. I have nice legs, don't I? Everyone says I have nice legs ... wanna see more?" She pulled up the hem of the short dress she was wearing and it was like the sexy little vixen had been reading his mind. She had on stockings with a garterbelt. I looked over and she did now too. "I can't help it, I like being a girl!" Leslie giggled. I hugged her and told her so did I -- girls had more fun! Les told me Paul tried to fight it, but she knew how eminently desirable and fuckable she was, although she had to give the guy credit, he was putting up a good fight. NO! He was teacher and despite those long, sexy, lovely, incredible legs, legs he craved .. it was all over the poor guy's face. NO! His jaw set and he looked over at her. "Leslie, I cannot do this. It isn't right, I can't take your virginity, I can't do this thing!" Leslie chuckled inwardly, thinking it amusing he assumed she was a virgin. She was -- barely -- but in this day and age, to make that kind of assumption was very funny. "I can make my own choices and I chose YOU to fuck me. Please Mr. Robertson -- won't you make love to me and worship this body you've been craving?" she asked him. Paul fought with his inner demons, but it had been over 2 years since his wife died and he was lonely and horny. He admitted to fantasizing about Les -- and now the real thing was live, squirming in his lap and offering him the chance of a lifetime if he dared to take it. He had lived most of his life playing it safe -- why not, just this once ...? He took her hand and let her stand up, wobbly and kissed her, hard and on the mouth, nearly causing her to lose her breath. He was a fucking AMAZING kisser, Leslie told me. "If we're going to do this baby, shouldn't you call me Paul?" he said, trying to be macho, but it was so out-of-character. Leslie didn't mind, it was kinda cute. Leslie took his hand and they walked over to the plush leather couch and her unpracticed hands unzipped him. Leslie drew out his cock -- JACKPOT on the very first try, he was hung, she giggled. "Like a fuckin' mule!" she said -- it was weird hearing her swear, but we weren't kids anymore. Les told me she relied as much on instinct as she could and sucked him until he was hard. She told me sucking cock was really good, huh -- wish I could've told her I knew how it felt. Leslie instinctively knew she was good, but Paul was better. Having forgotten nothing in the years since his wife died, he slipped one, then two, stiletto heels from Les' feet and stroked the instep lightly. Les shuddered a bit as he began working up long, slender stocking-clad legs -- if his lips weren't kissing, his fingers were caressing. I was so turned on as she told me this. Les said that her thong was soaked and while he was kissing and being attentive, she wriggled out of her sexy top. She unhooked her bra and saw her nipples were already hard. I looked at the blouse she was wearing and her nipples were hard now, too. Leslie's long, silky legs were resting on Paul's back as he worked oral magic on her trimmed, fiery pussy. It was obvious to her that he knew his way around a woman's body and he pulled her up, her long legs around his back and they kissed, his hands playing with her cupcake tits and beautiful nipples. She was a good storyteller -- I could see them together in a very vivid picture. Paul could see that Leslie was sobering up quickly, but there was a different, less-innocent, more-worldly look in her eyes. I saw that same look -- like a sweet girl had vanished and a real cock-slut had emerged. Leslie loved to read -- books had been her only friends for some years, especially after she and her family moved away. Les told me that one of her secret vices was porn novels, so she knew a lot more than she let on. She moved herself into a semi-sitting position on top of Paul and after a few inches of pain, her virginity was a thing of the past. He was inside of her and it felt good. Man, I envy her that. There was very little pain, Leslie believed in self-pleasure at every opportunity and possessed more than a few sex toys. While her hymen had been intact, naughty toys had passed her pussy walls before. But this was a real, hard, hot, throbbing man's COCK and as she rocked back and forth on it, her nails digging into Paul's back, she had never felt this good before. In a gentle, but commanding manner, Paul moved Leslie about so her long legs were now wrapped around his back. Paul had never seen legs this gorgeous [ he's right -- I'd KILL for her legs ] and he hoped perhaps they could sneak in a few more illicit fucks after she tutored Belinda. Les' pussy was so tight around his cock and she wanted him to remember it, so that every time he saw her at school, he'd be thinking of this moment. Leslie whimpered and yelped, begging Paul to "Fuck me, deeper, oh yeah, that's the spot!" She came minutes later, almost seeing stars and then she pulled Paul from her pussy, jerked him off into her mouth and greedily swallowed every drop. The books were right -- cum was yummy! Leslie was shocked when I told her I didn't know yet. I hoped that would change soon, but I wanted to hear the rest of her story so I changed the subject back. Paul went upstairs to check on Belinda and came back down a few minutes later, in a robe and boxer shorts "In case Belinda had woken up, but she's out for the night -- can you stay a little longer?" he asked Belinda. Leslie told me that the cute look on his face convinced her. She sat on his lap, he was still fairly hard and she ran her slender hands across the nape of his neck. She told him that she thought she could be convinced -- and he "convinced" her two more times. He asked Leslie if she could do him one more favor. She asked "What's that?" Paul asked her if she could wear her black leather mini to school tomorrow -- "the one you wear with the high boots!" She said he winked at her. She said for a while after that, they fucked every chance they got -- she was sure Belinda knew about it, because her student kept dropping little hints. I wanted to know more, but lunch was over and we had to go back to class. My new toys were gonna get quite a workout tonight, I knew that for sure. November 29th 2007 Leslie gave me a lot to think about. I think it's time for me to let loose the chokehold I've had on my precious virginity. Maybe I can arrange for Brendan to take me somewhere on Saturday and we can fuck at long last. Mom and Dad were noisy last night -- and I could see it in my head. I wished I'd been brave enough to go and look again -- I might have picked up a few ideas I could use on Brendan this weekend. School was dull, except for Dance Class again. I noticed Miss DuValle watching me. I like this class, so I've been working hard. I love watching her dance -- she's like a swan, y'know? Me -- I dance like a chicken. A retarded chicken. November 30th 2007 That fucker. That cheesy, son-of-a-bitch FUCKER. I'm so mad, I can't see. I've been crying for hours, I didn't eat dinner, I am just so goddam fucking MAD. Bree called, but I couldn't talk to her. She's coming over tomorrow -- but right now, I just want to go to bed and cry.