That Night

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and any person living or dead is an amazing fucking coincidence. I mean really, I don’t know you or your sister, so how was I to know anything about what the two of you did together? This story depicts incest between consenting adults and probably doesn’t break any law in the world, unless you live in one of those uptight super-religious countries, but then you’d probably be breaking the law just by being on the internet to begin with. So relax and enjoy the story.

(M/F, inc, cons, rom)

My sister and I weren’t really close before we were teenagers. I’m two years older and was always a step ahead in what I was allowed to do. We didn’t fight all that much, we just weren’t really friends. Looking back, I know it was sexual tension. Kayla was always beautiful, always the loveliest girl in my eyes. Slender without being thin, dark skin that bronzed in the summer sun, long brown hair that developed blonde streaks as she grew older. She has amazing eyes, so brown and deep you could wander in them for days.

She was the quiet, intelligent type, even though her beauty made people think otherwise. Still, she wasn’t the buxom, classic beauty that made other girls jealous and had boys lined up to date her. So it happened that, as we grew older, we became more and more each other’s best friend.

I graduated and went off to college. She graduated, then followed me to the same school. Those two years we were there together were a wonderful time. People often mistook us for a couple, the way we’d laugh and hang on each other, the way we were always together. That’s when I really began to feel something special for her.


As teens, Kayla was frequently the star in my masturbation fantasies. I’d ogle her around the house, try to peek on her (I once saw her in bra and panties), and when she wore a bikini…I was doomed. As our friendship grew, I pushed away those feelings of lust, reminding myself how unnatural it was.

Then came Sharon. I met her right out of college. I’d moved into an apartment building near the radio station where I’d landed a job. We hit it off, and though I never told anyone, she was my first steady girlfriend. Romance seemed to flower quickly. Back in college, Kayla also seemed to be moving on, getting a boyfriend. It wasn’t her first, though, as I’d been jealous of many of her dates.

Time passed. Sharon and I moved in together after a year of dating. Kayla graduated that spring and right away moved in with her boyfriend. And we started dating again. We didn’t call it that, but that’s what it was. We’d go to the movies, to shows, out to eat, or even afternoons in the park. Just the two of us.

Jerry, her boyfriend, decided he’d go play poker all night around mid-September. Kayla accepted my invitation to sleep over at my apartment, so she wouldn’t be alone. Sharon was going to one of her activist’s meetings (she was always protesting something) so Kayla and I went to the movies. She picked out Gladiator, and it turned out to be a very momentous choice.

In the movie, Joaquin Phoenix plays the Emperor of Rome who is infatuated with his own sister. All through the movie he kept trying to seduce her, finally blackmailing her into being his lover. Kayla kept casting glances at me, grinning, but it made me uncomfortable. It made me realize how much I desired my own sister. How much I’d fallen in love with her.

On the drive home afterward, Kayla was thoughtful. “Why do you think he was like that?” she asked me, meaning the Emperor in the movie. “I mean, he’s rich and powerful, he could have any woman in the world. Why his own sister?”

I was glad she couldn’t see my face in the darkened car. “Maybe,” I suggested, “he just thought she was the most beautiful and desirable woman he’d ever known. No one else would do.”

“Oh,” she replied, pensive. “I thought it might be because he wanted a child of pure blood or something.”

Shit. I hadn’t thought of that. I’d projected my own feelings into it. I tried to read her expression but couldn’t. I just hoped she didn’t see through my thin answer to my desire beneath.

Back at my place, Sharon was already in bed. I chatted with her as I changed into nightwear. Sharon loved her Valium and was already very woozy. She passed out before I’d left the room. Kayla joined me in the living room wearing the nightgown she’d brought with her. The hem fell only to mid-thing, and it took all my willpower not to ogle her legs. Likewise, the neckline was low cut and sheer, showing my her cleavage. Kayla had very small breasts and they had always turned me on.

“Nice gown,” I commented, unable to resist saying something.

Kayla looked down at herself. “Thanks,” she said. She put her hand on her chest. “Not much to show off, though.”

“You’ve got enough,” I told her.

She glanced at me quickly, then back down, running a hand over her small boobs. “I don’t know,” she said. “They’re so small.”

“I think they’re perfect,” I heard myself say. It was like I’d lost control of my mouth.

“You do?” she asked, a grin appearing on her lips. Her sweet, kissable lips. “That’s so sweet…” I think I blushed, so I turned away quickly and led the way to the sofa.

“Want to watch TV?” I asked over my shoulder.

“Nah,” Kayla replied. “Not in the mood. Why don’t we just talk?” I started to sit down, then I saw my sister sit on the floor, so I joined her down there. That was fine with me. It was a lot easier to glance at her legs this way.

We chatted for awhile, covering topics like our jobs, our relationships (neither of us was very happy, it seemed), and the fact that she had recently had an article published in the New Yorker.

“That reminds me,” I said, reaching beneath the sofa for the item I’d hidden there. “I have something for you. Kind of a reward.” I pulled out a small box and handed it to her.

“What is it?” she asked, her eyes shining. My God, she looked so beautiful right then.

“Open it and see.”

She pried the hinged lid open and gasped when she saw the gold anklet inside. I knew she had an affinity for ankle jewelry.

“Oh, Nick!” she cooed. “It’s beautiful! But why?”

“I told you, a reward for becoming published. Besides, I love you Sis.” I swallowed hard. “You’re my best friend, and I just wanted you to know how special you are to me.”

“That is so sweet,” she said, tears appearing at the corners of her eyes. She gave me a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek. “You’re my best friend, too,” she whispered in my ear. She slid back a notch and handed me the anklet. “Put it on me?” she asked. Then she lifted her leg and planted her petite foot flat on my chest.

I froze.

I felt a sudden rush of excitement. Kayla’s gown had fallen back as her leg came up, exposing her limb all the way up to her panties. I knew in that moment that the rest of my life was going to be agony, that no other woman on Earth could fill my heart like my own, dear sister.

I didn’t try to hide my emotions as I slowly ran my gaze up and down her leg. I held her foot and caressed her calf, then took the anklet from her hand. Kayla seemed a little surprised at my actions, but I was lost. I was consumed by desire. I fastened the jewelry around her delicate ankle, then caressed her leg again. I kissed the top of her foot, stroked her leg, and Kayla did not protest or try to pull away.

When I took her big toe in my mouth, she gasped. I held her foot up and licked her sole, making her moan. Our eyes locked, and I could see the wantonness on her face. I licked my way over her foot and up her calf, her shin, to her knee.

I was closer then, so I leaned to her face. Kayla’s eyes flickered closed as I pressed my lips to hers. She had such soft lips. Her tongue snaked out, and I took it into my mouth. The thrill was nearly overwhelming. I was french-kissing my own very beautiful sister!

I put my hand on her breast, and she jumped. She pulled back a little. “Nick,” she began. I expected protest and didn’t want to hear it. I shushed her, covering her mouth with my fingers, then kissing her again. She let me press her back until she was laying on the floor and I was hovering over her.

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We kissed passionately, giving in to our pent up incestuous lust. My hands roamed her body, and she spread her legs wide for me when I reached for her crotch. Her back arched and she moaned into my mouth as I rubbed her pussy through her panties. I slid my hand in through the waistband, and suddenly I was stroking my sister’s wet cunt.

She clutched at me as I slid a finger into her. She was surprisingly tight, and I imagined what it would feel like to have my cock inside her. I kissed my way down her body quickly. Planting myself between my sister’s spread legs, I pulled aside the crotch of her panties for my first look at her pussy.

It was beautiful, just like the rest of her. She had trimmed her bush into a neat inverted trapezoid, her inner lips peeked out seductively from her hairless vulva, and all her flesh here was a light tan, her natural color. I ran my tongue through her slit. Kayla stiffened and moaned loudly, then slapped her hand over her mouth. I tongue-fucked her pussy, reveling in her musk.

“Nick!” she gasped, her body shuddering. “We can’t do this!”

I looked at her over her flat tummy, my face glistening with her juices. “I’ll stop if you want to,” I told her, wondering if I could. “Just say so. Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”

She held herself up on her elbows and gazed at me, saying nothing. I smiled broadly and dove back into her pussy. Kayla fell back with a gasp. She lifted her legs, bringing her knees back, toes pointed down my body, and she grasped my head with both hands, pulling my face against her cunt. She was totally opened up to me now. I sucked her pussy, and tongued her clit, and minutes later she had an orgasm.

Kayla’s body tensed. Her toes curled. Her head came off the floor, her face scrunched as her body shook and her woman cum flooded my mouth. I eagerly drank my sister’s cunt juice and lapped at her pussy until she began to calm down.

Quickly, I removed her panties and tossed them aside. She was starting to protest again as I pushed her legs back, my hands behind her thighs, and started french kissing her pussy. Kayla moaned and thrust her hips up at me, grinding her pussy into my mouth.

I was dizzy with disbelief. This was my most erotic fantasy come true! Kayla shuddered as another orgasm swept over her. I rode it out, sucking her pussy, then stood as she calmed. She looked up at me, panting, her feet flat on the floor and legs spread lewdly as I began to strip. I pulled off my shirt, tossed it aside, then shoved my shorts down.

As I stepped out of them, Kayla sat up. When I stood, her eyes were glued to my cock. She reached for it. I shuddered with delight as I watched her delicate hand wrap around my meat. She stroked me a few times, and looked up at me, an expression of amusement on her face.

“I never imagined it would be so big,” she told me. She pulled her legs under her and rose up on her knees, putting her face level with my crotch. “It’s just as lovely as I always thought it would be, though,” she said, letting me know that my sister had also had fantasies about me. I thought I’d die when she opened her mouth and began to suck me. She moaned as if she was tasting something wonderful, and I couldn’t decide what was more thrilling, the sensation of her mouth on my cock or the sight of my gorgeous sister’s face in my crotch. I watched her mesmerized.

She pulled off but continued to jack my cock, now slick with her saliva. “Have you ever cum in a girl’s mouth?” she asked, looking up at me.

I shook my head. “Good,” she said. “I’ll be the first to taste your cum.” I very nearly did cum when she slurped me into her mouth again. She pulled off again. “And yours will be the first cum ever in my mouth. Not this time, though.” She released my cock and grabbed the hem of her gown. She pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing her wonderful body to my hungry gaze. She was so beautiful I felt I could cry.

Kayla lay back again on the floor. She held her arms out to me. I dropped to my knees between her spread legs and lowered myself on top of her. Her naked tits pressed into my bare chest. We kissed deeply as my cock rubbed against her pussy. It found it’s way to her opening without guidance, as if it had been born knowing the way, like it was coming home.

I pushed into my sister’s pussy slowly but firmly. Her hands clawed my back as I split her lips. She was tight, the tightest I’d ever experienced. She told me later that my cock was easily twice as large as any she’d ever had inside her…or ever would again.

Her pussy was wet and hot, and it engulfed my cock like a glove. I had to work it in, but finally I was buried inside her. We were joined, my sister and I.

My face was inches from hers as I thrust into her. I could taste her breath, see the lust boiling in the depths of her eyes. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, locking her ankles together. I pulled out until only my head was left inside her, then plunged back in. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned my name.

I fucked her with that same, steady rhythm. Her tight pussy hugged my cock with each thrust, pulling me back in as I withdrew. Kayla shuddered as an orgasm ripped into her. Her pussy clenched my cock like a vise, massaging it fiercely as it pulsated.

“Oh, God!” she gasped. “I love you, Nick! I love you my brother!”

“I love you, Sis!” I moaned back at her. I began fucking her again, nearing my own completion.

“Oh, Nick!” she whispered, squeezing me with her legs. “This is incest, Nick.”

That word, spoken aloud, was incredibly erotic. I groaned and thrust deeply into her. “How does it feel?” she asked.

“Wonderful,” I groaned.

“How does it feel to be fucking your sister?”

I felt my orgasm starting. “I love it!” I said. “I love you, Kayla. I always have.”

“Oh, Nick,” my sister purred. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you Nick. I’ve always wanted to fuck my brother.”

I came then, shooting my cum deep inside her body like a wild cannon. Kayla’s eyes widened as she felt my hot seed pouring into her, and suddenly she was cumming again. Her pussy milked my cock, doubling the power of my orgasm, draining me.

I collapsed on top of her. She hugged me as hard as she could, her body still trembling. I started to move. “Don’t leave me,” she begged. “I want your cock to stay inside me.”

“Okay,” I said and kissed her. We kissed passionately for the next few minutes. Finally, my now limp cock slipped out of her. “It’s okay,” I told her, seeing her sad face. “It’ll be inside you again soon.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” I told her. “If you’ll let me, I’ll fuck you every day.”

“Oh, Nick,” she sighed. “My wonder big brother. I really do love you, you know.”

“I wish you could be my wife,” I confessed. She was shocked.

“Really?” she asked. “You really love me that way, too?”

“Yes. I think I always have.”

“But it’s incest,” she pointed out. “I’m your sister. You’re my brother.” She grinned even as she said it. “You just fucked your sister.” My cock was stirring at her words.

“And you just fucked your brother,” I countered. She moaned.

“That really turns me on,” she said. “Fuck me again?” She could feel my cock rising, poking her cunt lips.

“Anything you say,” I told her. “I love you…wife…”

“I love you, husband,” she said. “Can we really pretend that? It’s okay with you?”

For an answer, I started pushing my cock back inside my sister’s body. “As far as I’m concerned,” I said to her, inching my hardness into her, “we can live it for real.”

She threw her arms around my neck. “Oh, Nick,” she cooed. “That would make me so happy! I love you, I love you, I love you….Oh!” She squealed as I
plunged into her.

“Make a baby in me,” she said. She looked up at me with those amazing eyes. “Fuck me forever my brother…my husband.”

“Forever, Sis,” I echoed, and began to fuck her with passion. “Forever, wife.”

-the end-

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My First Time with Brother

Yes, it was weird how it all started, with me and my brother. I was 12 and he was 13, and we really didn't know anything about sex. I had always been attracted to him, but had no idea how far we would -- or could -- take it.

One night when our folks were out late, we were flirting as we always did, not knowing where it would take us. All of a sudden, my brother lept out of his seat on the sofa and went downstairs to the basement. I followed him, not knowing if I should or not.

He was in the laundry room with the lights out. I was very bold, and marched right in. He pants were around his ankles, and so were his underpants. He had a huge erection, but truthfully, I had nothing to compare it with back then. When I saw it, I said, "oh," and quickly averted my gaze.

"Do you want to touch it?" he asked. "Why?," I replied. "To see what it feels like."

I put my hand in the general direction of his boyhood. It jumped to attention at my touch. I took my hand back. "What now?," I asked.

"You're supposed to blow on it," he said. I had heard about blow jobs, and figured that's exactly what you did. I bent down, and blew a small stream of breath in the direction of his member. It jumped up again.

"I think you're supposed to put it in your mouth and blow down the hole," he said. "What's that going to do?" I asked. "I don't know," he replied. "I can't do it myself."

I figured he was right. I bent down and placed it in my mouth, found the slit with my tongue, and blew right in it. He started moaning, and heaving. I tasted a little pre-cum in my mouth, and started blowing.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked. "It tasted funny," I said. "I don't want to do it anymore." "Okay," he said. "But now I know you give blowjobs."

"You're not going to TELL anyone, are you?" I was panicked. Blow jobs were a very, very bad thing among our circle, and any girl who blew was ostracized, and labled as a blower.

Nothing else happened that night, but the next week when our folks were out shopping, he told me he wanted another blow job or else he'd tell everyone I blew.

I told him to go up to his room and wait for me. I went to my room and put on a loose-fitting top and stuffed a pillow under there. I knocked on the door of his room and went in. He had it up and ready for me.

"I don't want to blow you anymore, because I think I got pregnant last time," I said.

"You can't get pregnant with a blow job," he said. "You have to take your pants off."

"You had your pants off," I argued. "Yeah, but BOTH of us have to take our pants off," he said.

"I'm leaving my pants on," I said. "Suit yourself," he said. He grabbed me from behind, and started rubbing up and down against me. He placed his dick in the crack of my butt, but still outside my jeans.

I was getting incredibly turned on, but it didn't last long before he came. He shot all over the back of my top. It was my first experience with jism.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I made a mess all over you." "You'd better clean it up," I cried.

We went into the bathroom where I saw the damage done. My top had caught almost all of it. He took a finger full and waved it in my face. "Wanna taste it?" "No!" I screamed.

"You'd better rinse out your top in the sink," he said. "Don't look," I said. I had not yet begun to wear a bra, even though in my big breasted family, I was already a full B cup, on my way to a DD.

"You saw mine, why can't I see yours?" he asked. "Because I said so," I said.

He left the bathroom, while I rinsed out my top. A few minutes later, he knocked on the door of my bedroom, where I was carefully contemplating the occurances of the previous few minutes. "I want to show you something," he said. "Come on with me."

We went into our parents' bedroom, and into mom's closet. He took out a frumpy old dress on a hanger: "Mom has been saving this, I think she's saving it for you when you get pregnant. Try it on."

It sounded like fun. I took the dress into my room, but since it was a dress, I couldn't hold up the pillow like I could when I was wearing jeans. I went into his room, holding the pillow up under the dress with my arms.

"It looks good, it looks really sexy." That was the first time I had heard my brother say something like that, and it made me tingle. "But I can't hold up the pillow," I complained.

"Why don't you use one of daddy's shorts from the hamper?" he asked. It was the perfect solution. I went down the hall, and fished through the hamper for a pair of dad's old boxers. I found a pair, went back in my room, slipped them on and stuffed the cushion into them. It was a perfect fit. NOW, I looked pregnant! A 12-year-old pregnant virgin!

I walked back into his room so he could see me. With my hands free, I really looked the part. It was quite a show. My brother was getting really turned on. "Who got you pregnant?" he asked. "I dunno," I replied.

"Name five guys you'd like to get you pregnant," he demanded. I couldn't think of any off hand, but my brother was surely at the top of the list, even though I wouldn't tell him that. I would never give him the satisfaction.

"C'mon, name any five. It's just a game." he said. "Why don't you tell me five girls you'd like to get pregnant instead?" I was trying to turn the tables on him.

He took the bait. "Um, you, Tracy (from down the street), you, Mary Jo (my best friend), and you. Is that five?"

Yes, it was and I got so turned on, I was dripping wet. But, I was wearing my father's shorts! I meekly answered, "But I don't want to get pregnant."

He said, "I'm sure there's some stuff we can do without getting you pregnant." I was game: "Like what?"

"You could blow me again." I was so hot by then I was willing to do it. "Okay, but just for a little bit," I said.

Instantly, he dropped his pants, and stuck his throbbing member in my face. "Suck on it this time," he said. That sounded better to me than blowing, so I did. He placed it in my mouth and started thrusting. I tried to control the rhytmn of his strokes, but to mo avail. But after only about ten strokes, he came everywhere. I started gagging. I thought the taste was terrible! I started crying: "I don't want to do this anymore!"

My brother was quiet for a while as he squeezed out the final drops of his cum, which he wiped on his underpants that had fallen on the floor. He gazed as my "enlarged" belly. "How are you holding up that pillow?" he asked. "I got a pair of dad's boxers, like you said," I replied. "Did you get them out of the hamper?" he asked.

Of course, I did, you silly, I thought. You told me to! Where else would I get dad's shorts? I didn't know where he kept the CLEAN ones! In reality, I just nodded yes.

"Are you wearing any underwear under that?" he said. I replied in the negative. "You may have a problem then," he said.

I satrted to panic: "What kind of problem?" He replied, "Well, if any of Dad's stuff is left in his shorts, you could get pregnant by Dad."

My heart sank. I could be pregnant by my own father! What would he say? What would mom say? Inside, I was frantic. On the outside, I couldn't let my brother know how I felt, so I lied: "It could be his anyway." With that, I left my brother's room to ponder the possibilities.

For the next few days, I made it a point to hang around dad as much as possible. It made my brother nuts, just the thought that I was screwing around with dad, and he wasn't getting any.

At the same time, I was going nuts, thinking that I might be pregnant with daddy's baby! My periods were irregular in those days, but, fortunately, after a couple of days it arrived (after SIX weeks!).

I was still playing with my brother's head: "I wonder what daddy and I should call the baby," I lied. But my brother had another argument: "Why don't you do me, 'cause you can't get pregnant, when you're already pregnant," he said.

I said I didn't want to do that, as I didn't want to be "unfaithful" to daddy. He asked if I would wear mom's maternity dress and wear HIS shorts underneath to keep the pillow up. There was NO WAY I wanted to go through that hell again.

One day, when both mom and dad were out, he came to me again. "I know you're not pregnant," he said. "Mom just went out to buy you some napkins. I heard you ask her." Ooops. Well, that was the end of THAT charade.

He hugged me from behind. "How far did you go with daddy?" he asked. 'Far enough," I replied. Soon, he started moving up and down against me from behind. I was getting incredibly turned on. "Did he do you like this?" he whispered. "Yes," I moaned. He slipped his hands under my blouse and cupped my breasts. "Did he grab these?" he said quietly in my ear. I grunted in the affirmative.

His thrusting increased in intensity, then suddenly, it was all over. I realized, years later, that he had come in his pants while rubbing up against me. He went into the bathroom to clean himself off. I was so hot, I followed him.

"What happened? Why did you stop?" I demanded to know. "I was finished, that's why," he replied. I could see his once erect penis was now flaccid. In fact, it was the first time in a long time that I had seen his penis and it WASN'T erect!

I sat down on the toilet. "Do you want to start again?" I asked. "I don't know if I can," he replied. "I may not have any stuff left."

I was acting VERY coy. "Well," I said, "if you don't have any stuff left, then I guess you can't get me pregnant." That's all my horny brother ever needed to hear. His penis got erect faster than I have ever seen any man's penis get erect. It was like his dick had ears!

"I want to do you like daddy does," he said. Of course, he still didn't know that I had never really done daddy, but he would never have the guts to ask daddy, and I wasn't telling. "Let's go into my room," I said.

I closed the door behind him and drew down the shade. "I don't want you seeing too much," I said. "I'm going under the covers, and I'll tell you when I'm ready." I climbed in my bed, and took off my clothes under the sheets.

"Okay, now," I said, and my brother wasted no time in hopping in with me. He cupped my breasts from behind, and I could feel his penis sliding up and down in the crack of my ass. "Ohmigod!" I thought. "He's going to go in my butt!"

"Here. Let me help you," I said, and I reached down to give his penis some direction. I grabbed his shaft, and as I did, he exploded once again. He started apologizing, and I was furious: "I thought you didn't have any stuff left!" I screamed. "I thought I didn't," he replied. "Get out, get out!" I yelled. He beat a hasty retreat to his own room. I used a pair of my own panties to mop up his "stuff" and I kept those panties in a secret place mom wouldn't find in case I should ever want to rub his stuff up against me.

But I couldn't let him off the hook so easily. When mom and dad were out, I used to slip into mommy's maternity dress and parade around. He'd ask me, "Do you think you're pregnant again?" I'd reply, "What do you think? You're the one who squirted all over me."

He got all defensive: "Maybe it was dad." I pondered that: "Hmmm. Maybe it was. But I think it's yours."

He was desperate to escalate the situation: "Can I give my baby a kiss?" I thought he was going to kiss me on the belly. "Sure," I said, and laid down on the bed. Much to my surprise, he stuck his head under mom's dress. "What are you doing?," I was startled. Before he could reply, his tongue was in my slit, but still outside my panties. I LOVED it! I told him to stay still while I moved my panties to one side. His technique was awkward, at best, but I started to tutor him, even though I wasn't aware much of what was going on.

He paused to ask if he could take my panties off. Before he even had the question completely out of his mouth, my panties were off. He rammed his little tongue up as far as he could put it, and I was going WILD!

At one point, he stopped for air, and I remember grabbing his head and putting it back down there. He may have needed a break, but I sure didn't!

I needed him inside me, and fast! I grabbed him by the shoulders, planted a big, wet French kiss on his mouth, and reached down between his legs and surrounded his throbbing member with my hand. He was unsure where to put it, but I wasn't! I guided it directly to my sopping wet vagina, and slid down to ram it in me. It hurt a little, but not as much as my girlfriends told me it would, and to tell the truth, I was so hot and needed him in me, the pain didn't matter.

After only a couple of strokes, he shot off again, this time, for the first time, inside me. I held him tighter than I had ever held anybody before or since. I wouldn't let him go, even though he had already finished. I felt the wave of my first ever orgasm coming on, even as he was getting softer in my pussy.

I came, and I came loud. I could feel his dick getting harder again inside me. "You ready to go again?" he asked. "Uh hmmm," I agreed. And so we did. I really don't think he came inside me again, but I couldn't be sure. (Even 13-year old boys have their limits!)

After that, he wanted to do me every chance he got, but I wanted to make sure we had enough time to do it properly -- that is, I wanted to make sure we could do it enough times for ME to come!

Of course, boys would be boys, and he wanted to only get HIS rocks off, and couldn't understand why I wanted more. That was the cause of us drifting apart, I guess. He was only interested in himself, and I had another agenda (ME!). Plus, I was terrified of getting pregnant, so he had to be satisfied with some hand manipulations, which didn't take very long, and meant I could leave my clothes on.

Meanwhile, our folks were marvelling at how well we were getting along (sibling rivalries beign what they were),a nd they were going out of town for a weekend wedding. They asked if we would behave by ourselves while they were gone, and we said yes. I knew full well, however, what my brother meant by "behaving."

Plus, I was damp with excitement at having him "sleep over" the whole night!

No sooner did my parents' station wagon leave the driveway when he was all over me. I grabbed his dick and stroked him to a quick climax. I had to get that first one out of the way. I grabbed a box of tissues for him to clean himself off, and slipped my panties off, and grabbed his head to go down on me. "No!" he shrieked, "I'm not doing that!"

"Do it for me," I begged. "Don't you love me?" He didn't answer, just pushed me back on the bed and entered me. A few quick strokes and he was done, and I was pregnant.

Later, when I found out I was knocked up, I rationalized that I was raped, since even though I was going to go all the way with him, I wasn't going to do it right there and then. At least that's what I told my folks, that I was raped, and it was my first time.

When I started to show, my folks had me go live with my Aunt Janet until the baby came, then put it up for adoption. My brother tried to come on to me several times after that, but all I would do for him afterwards was get him off by my hand. (*SIGH*) If only he had taken care of me first!

-the end-

Sara and her Lesbian Mom

When Sara came to visit he knew what he was going to do. Sara hated her mom for divorcing him and living with a woman.

"Are you going to help me unpack daddy?"

"What's the hurry, we've got a whole month to do it"

"You're lazy" she laughed.

John got off the couch and helped his daughter put her clothes in the closet. Then he kissed her and said.

"I'm glad you are here, I've missed you"

I've missed you too daddy"

"How do you like your new school?"

"It's alright I guess, but I miss my old one"

"Do you have a boyfriend yet?"

"Daddy, I'm only thirteen" she giggled.

"That's old enough"

"There is a boy I like, he ask if he could take me to a movie"

"Why don't you go out with him?"

"Mom said I was too young"

"Your mom is a lesbian"

"I know, but I can't do anything about it" she sighed.

That night he jacked off thinking about Sara and what he wanted to do to her. Then he went to sleep. The next morning when he fixed breakfast he thought Sara was still sleeping. He went to her room and found her with her legs spread and playing with her pussy.

"Oh my god!" said the embarrassed girl.

"It's alright honey, I know girls masturbate" he laughed.

"You do?"

"I do it myself, would you like to watch me?"

He was surprised when his daughter said yes. John unzipped his pants and banged his meat in front of the fascinated girl. When he emptied his balls he moved closer to the bed and covered her with sperm.

"Kiss me daddy and tell me you love me" begged the girl.

"Will you let me fuck you?"

"Yes" she whispered.

John took his clothes off and got in bed with his daughter. He sucked her small breasts and finger fucked her pussy. He kissed Sara and told her he loved her. She spread her legs and he rammed his prick in her wet hole.

"Ohhhhhhmmmmm" she cried.

John knew the girl was on the verge of having her first climax so he pushed his prick up her hole as deep as he could.

"Jeeesssus dadeeeee"

John filled his little girl's pussy with sperm and rested.

"Can you do it again?"

"We've got a month to make love to each other" said John.

"I wish I could live with you"

That night they slept together. The next morning he called his ex-wife and threatened to expose her lesbian relationship so he could have a new custody hearing. She told him to keep the brat. John opened a bottle of whiskey to celebrate and ask Sara if she wanted a drink.

"Mom wouldn't approve"

"Your mother doesn't have anything to say about your upbringing now"

"Do you like to fuck drunk girls?" she ask.

"Yes" replied John.

He poured a glass of whiskey for Sara and told her to drink it. She swallowed it she gagged and said.

"That stuff is nasty!"

"Drink some more and when you get drunk I will eat your pussy"

"You're as nasty as this whiskey is" she giggled.

It didn't take long for his daughter to get drunk. When she tried to get up she fell on the floor.

"Do you want help?"

"I have to go to the bathroom and pee"

"Do it honey, I want to watch"

John watched his helpless daughter pee her panties"

"Oh my god" giggled the girl.

"Do you want me to lick the pee off your cunt"

She pulled her wet panties off and spread her legs for her father. He ate her wet cunt until he decided to fuck her. When John poked his prick in her hole she peed again. That made him so excited he fucked her like a wild animal and made her climax. When he filled her with sperm she said.

"I wish mom and her lover could watch me fuck"

"Those lesbians would probably want to lick your cunt" he laughed.

"I would love that" she giggled.

"Do you want me to call them?"

"Yes"

John called Doris and Jenny and told them what he had been doing with his daughter. Then he said Sara wanted to have sex with them. They said that they would be there as soon as they could. When they arrived Sara was sitting on the couch naked and playing with her clit. The women undressed and kissed each other.

"Do you want her first?" ask Doris.

"You're her mom, you should eat her pussy before I do"

"Have you ever fucked a man Jenny" ask John.

"I had sex with my father and three brothers until I discovered women"

"Would you mind if I fucked you?"

"No, I want you too"

John looked at the fat woman's huge tits. She was about six feet tall and had red hair.

"Let's go to my bedroom so Sara and her mom can make love"

When they were in his bedroom Jenny lay on the bed and spread her legs. John mounted her and pushed his prick in her wet hairy hole. Jenny went wild when he fucked her. She cried out with organism so loud you could hear it all over the house. Doris heard Jenny and said.

"That slut is having fun"

"So am I mom, lick my asshole this time"

When Doris stuck her tongue in her daughters she made her climax.

"Now it's my turn mom, let me do you"

Mother and daughter slept together that night, In the morning Doris had a talk with her ex-husband. She ask if she and Jenny could stay so she could be with her daughter. He said it was alright with him because Jenny was the best piece of ass he ever had.

The End

Sexual Odyssey

Part 1

Today is my 32nd birthday. Sitting here on a beach chaise next to the pool, I am holding the diary I've kept since I was 16. My entries are limited to my numerous and varied sexual encounters. One day I may have my adventures published-- anonymously, of course. But right now, let me share a few of the more memorable ones with you.

I went to camp that summer as I'd done for the past eight years. This year, though, I was a camp counselor with my own small cabin. Our adult camp advisor drove me pretty hard during the day. She implied that just because I was pretty and well-off didn't mean that I could get by without doing my job. I wasn't well-off. My mother was a widow and my grandmother provided the money for camp this year as she has for the last four. So what if I'm tall, curly blonde, blue-eyed and gorgeous to some people. I have values just like anyone else. The work ethic was instilled in me. My mother taught me well. But nothing I did was ever quite right for her. When I was called in for an incident over which I had no control, I decided to pack it in and quit after one month.

That night, in bed, I cried myself to sleep. The little girls that I worked with were wonderful and I would miss them. I awoke later that night to a hand over my mouth followed by a hand on my breast that eventually moved beneath my thin gown. When I saw who it was, I was not afraid, just surprised. It was my adult advisor with lust in her eyes. Her own seven year old daughter was in the group of girls that I supervised! Without saying a word, she removed my gown, then dropped her robe. She was a tall woman of about 30, pretty with short, black hair and hazel eyes. She spread my legs, slowly rubbed my pussy, then went down on me. I let her eat her fill of me as I came, stuffing my gown in my mouth ti stifle my screams of joy. When she finally came up for air, she eased her pussy on mine, entwined our legs, locked our mouths and screwed me.

The next morning I went to her office and withdrew my resignation. She smiled knowingly. She took me again that night and almost every other night thereafter until the season ended two months later. Oh, she still downed me verbally in front of the others counselors, but at night, in my darkened cabin, she ate all those mean words right out of my pussy and literally kissed my ass. Her sighs of pleasure or grunts of lust were the only sounds I ever heard as she fucked me. I learned a lot about my own pussy that summer--how it responds so much better to a touch other than my own, the joy it gave to her as she sucked it--and a lot about giving pleasure. Yes, I ate her pussy many of those nights while she ate mine. I've never told another living soul about this, but my pussy remembers.

Part 2

Two months later my mom married a modestly wealthy man she met on a Caribbean cruise last year. She and I moved into his spacious home after the honeymoon. His son and I took and instant dislike to each other. He was 17 and I was 16.

One Saturday morning three months later, I was lying on my bed reading a magazine. My door was open and I could hear Billy moving around in his room down the hall. Our parents had left early to hunt for antiques. Billy sounded restless, but that was not my problem. Ten minutes later I glanced up to see Billy standing in my doorway, naked, with the biggest and only dick I had ever seen.

"Gee, Bill," I said "Do you know you're naked?"

"I wanted to show you this, sister dear," he said, pointing to the boner. "I have an idea I'd like to run by you."

"What could you have to say or do that would possibly interest me?" I peeked at his hard-on again.

"What say you and I fool around a little. It's not like we're real sister and brother. I've been having these dreams about fucking you. You're making me mess up a lot of sheets."

"I'm not making you do anything, you lecherous boy." But maybe I was. I was always half naked around the house. Like now, I was wearing a tight tank t-shirt, bikini panties and no bra. With my bedroom door open! Was I sending a subliminal message to Billy?

"Look, Kirs, it's just that my hormones are raging and you're here and so fucking cute and sexy. Who in his right mind wouldn't want to fuck you? I have condoms--lots of them. We could learn how to do it with each other. Would you do it, Kirsten? I swear I'm about to burst."

"Well, Billy, even though I don't like you all that much, I have had a few dreams about you, too. You know my mom and your dad can never find out, don't you?" Just like they can never know about my camp experience. I thought about the woman eating me and got wet.

"Yes. Yes, Kirs," he said, his dick leading him into the room. I was pulling off my tee shirt and panties.

Not able to hold himself back any longer, my step-brother held his dick and rubbed it over my already wet pussy lips. He already had a condom in is hand, certain of this conquest. He rolled it onto his rock-hard, young dick and began to push in slowly. He got half way in before my hymen stopped him.

"Just do it, Billy. Break the damn thing and fuck me." Billy pushed, it popped and he started pumping in earnest. Billy was like an automaton as he jack-hammered into me. He bellowed loudly as he came hard a few minutes later. Billy's pumping in me felt really good, but I didn't come with him. He pulled out and rubbed my clit. Now this was something I knew about. I thought about her doing this to me as I came.

Luckily, our parents were antique freaks. We were able to go at it the following Saturday. As I watched them pulling out of the drive, Billy was already standing in my room naked, dick sheathed. I took off my robe, lay down on the unmade bed, legs spread wide and said, "Come get your kitty, Bill."

Billy surprised me when he didn't just dive right into me. He took the time to actually kiss me deeply and suck my titties while he rubbed my clit and eased his fingers into me, bringing me to orgasm. Billy rose, poised himself over me, then plunged in hard and deep. I came again on impact. Then I lay back, screwing my ass, letting Billy take his due. He was not a "few minutes man" today. He had a more control and used it to lengthen his fucking. When he was about to cum, he would pull out completely and kiss me deeply while he waited. He did this so many times, but each time he plunged back into me, it was like we were just starting out. When Billy finally came, it was nothing less than monumental. He took me three more times before our parents returned in the late afternoon. Billy promised that we would learn to suck each other next time.

Next time came when they went to a dinner party in the middle of the week. We were a little awkward at first, but we learned quickly as we ate each other to orgasm. Having had my pussy eaten many times, I knew what my pleasure would be like when Billy's mouth found me. With time to spare before they returned, Billy said he'd like to try one more thing. Did Billy's thing ever get soft? I don't think so. Boys that age think with their dicks. He put me on all fours to take me from behind. He slid his dick easily into my already wet pussy as I pushed my ass back to him. He pulled back too far, then slipped out. When he attempted to re-enter, his dick missed its mark and was pushing at my asshole. Now that felt good!

"Billy, put it in my ass. Pull my cheeks open and stuff it in!" I said excitedly.

This was merely another challenge for my wonder-dick brother--one that made him even harder. He slowly pushed steel into my tight asshole until the shaft was buried to the hilt. Billy started shaking from side to side moving his dick in my ass. I was so filled up, my asshole was hurting and so heavy as I squeezed him. Billy plunged his dick in and out of my hole non-stop. We came together after--me for the third time, him the first--he pushed me down on the bed, dick still screwing in my ass. No matter what other fucking I would do in life, I decided then and there, that if I was to be penetrated by a man, my ass would be the primary hole.

Billy and I mainly ass-fucked whenever we got the chance for the next year until he went off to college. We were both experts by the time he left.

Part 3

I left home for college a year later after a fantastic summer of "camp counseling." Luckily, I did not have to live in a dormitory. I was able to rent a small cottage on the property of a young university couple. They were both assistant professors at the university and lived a mere mile away. They invited me over for a drink a few days after I moved in. They were your typical preppy, movers and shakers type. He was darkly handsome and she a pale red-head--a nice looking couple. After a few drinks, they informed me that many girls had looked at the apartment, but they saw something in me that they liked over the others.

"What is that, Mrs. Giroir?" I asked.

"Well," she said, looking at her husband, "we wanted someone with whom we could form a bond--a sexual bond." "In other words, a third fuck partner. And I look like the kind of person who would do something like that?" "We don't mean to offend. We just thought..." "You thought right, Mrs. Giroir. I would be delighted. I've had both sexes and enjoy them both."

"John, this is so exciting, isn't it," she turned to her husband, touching his arm. "Wonderful, darling," he said eyeing me. "Wonderful. When can we do this? Tonight? I'm certainly ready." "Tonight is fine with me. I just happen to be a little bit horny," I said unbuttoning my blouse, revealing a lace push-up bra. She was licking her lips at the sight. "Kirsten, we each like to watch as the other fucks. The three of us will rarely be in bed together." "No problem. Who's fucking now and who's watching?" I asked, smiling, as I continued undressing. "Are we doing it here?" "Honey, it's been such a long time since you've had any pussy. You go first," the husband acquiesced. "I'll wait my turn watching you." "Kirsten, let's go to our bedroom," she said loosening her clothing. Her husband followed us into the mirrored room. Mrs. Giroir was insatiable as she kissed me, ate me and screwed me over and over. She said that it would not be necessary for me to suck her. Her husband could do that just fine later. The feel of female flesh and the taste, texture and smell of pussy were what turned her on. As I came on Mrs. Giroir's tongue again, I glanced in a mirror at Mr. Giroir sitting in a chair nearby rubbing a massive hard-on. I intended to have that thing up my ass tonight!

An exhausted Mrs. Giroir got hers but good, pulled away and sat in her husband's chair to watch him get his. He positioned me on all fours at the foot of the bed. Without preliminaries, he pushed his dick in my pussy and started humping. He got a nice rhythm going, pushing his 8-inch dick in me. "Can you take me in your ass, Kirsten?"

"Oh, yes, please, Mr. Giroir," I screamed. This was even better I thought. "Put it in now, please." Mr. Giroir, John, staked out my asshole as his territory. In superb control of his dick, he plunged, plundered, pounded his 8-inch dick in my ass like the expert he was. I knew I was home as he took me. In their mirrors, I could see his sweating and gleaming body beating at mine. In another mirror I could see his wife and hear her oohing and aahing at his strokes as she rubbed her slit. When John pulled me up by my shoulders as he continued to screw me, it was almost the same as when my step-brother did it. I lost it then-completely. I started cumming--long hard spasms, contracting against his dick as he rubbed me slowly.

"You like this, don't you, kitten? Listen at yourself purr. I felt you cumming. Now I'm about to cum. Sqeeze me as I cum, kitten." With that, John let loose, practically roaring as he gave me his load. He probably had as much cum as a 17-year old Billy.

I left them in bed and let myself out. This was the scenario, more or less, once a week, sometimes more, for the next four years. We each got what we wanted. Anne satisfied her taste for pussy and John, I'm sure, was sometimes fucking some man in his mind as he used my body. No problem. Everyone is a latent homosexual. Getting and getting the pleasures we crave is what's most important.

Part 4

I was not theirs exclusively. Once a week was hardly enough for me. A week ago, a group from my Psychology class went to a little off-campus soul food restaurant. The owner was a big-boned and heavy-breasted black woman. She was not overweight, just robust and healthy looking. Her brownish-black hair was pulled tightly from her light brown face in a french twist. The face was lightly made-up and lovely. I could barely keep my eyes off her as she roamed around the room making sure her diners were happy. Purposely, I let my address book slide from my purse underneath the table so that I would have an excuse to go back later.

She called me at closing time to report finding the book. I went right over to collect it. "Thanks so much for calling me. You know my name is Kirsten. And you are?"

"Matty, honey. Short for Mathilda. Don't you just hate the name Mathilda? I'm only 38, but it sounds like I should be 70." After stopping for breath, Matty smiled and said, "Kirsten, girl, are you in the life? I sure hope you are. I just love eating skinny white girls."

"Well, Matty, I swing both ways. And I'm very attracted to you."

"Good, sugar. Let me just lock up. There's a small bedroom and bath upstairs. Go on up and get comfortable."

Whatever she had in mind, I was hot and I was game. I was removing my clothing, the little I was wearing, when she came in. She stopped to watch then began removing hers. She was a magnificient specimen of womanhood. He breasts were big but not sagging, the stomach flat, the hips broad but shapely. I knew I could lose myself on that. She stretched out on the bed, gathered up her breasts together and said, "Come to mama, Kirsten."

Hot, I rushed to her, straddled her body and brought my pussy to the tits she held. I let it slide all over those long, hard nipples and accumulated flesh. I worked my self into a frenzy as I manuevered my pussy on her.

"That's real sweet, honey. I've never had that done before. You're make Matty cum doing that, honey," she moaned as I screwed her breasts, feeling her nipples poking at my hole. "I want you to cum on them. Screw them harder, honey. They won't break. Cum on mama's titties, sugar."

A few more turns of my ass and thrusts of my pussy, she had her wish, complete with the day's supply of pussy juice. "Matty, eat me now," I pleaded as I moved my pussy to her face. There is something to be said for being big. This big woman had a long, thick tongue and knew how to use it. She sucked, licked, jammed her tongue in me. I rode that erect tongue like I would a dick, screaming, cumming the whole time as I fucked it.

There was also the sorority sister selling magazine subscriptions. She had parked her sales book on top of my things when we were in the restroom at the library. I was flipping through her book when she came out of the stall. We struck up a conversation and I invited her back to my place for an explanation of her products. My mom and step-dad recently sent me my usual and very generous allowance to spend as I wished. I was not into sororities--I was too busy satisfying other needs--but I knew they provided services to the community. Needless to say, something sparked between us. In practically no time at all, that soror had me on my hands and knees, begging for mercy, as she, armed with her strap-on dick, put a fucking in my ass the likes of which I'd never had from a woman.

Part 5

Of course, I had many other little episodes along the way during my four years. There was the big guy from a cattle ranch in Oklahoma. No problem getting old Hoss to take my ass! He was right back on the farm as he humped me all night.

I reminded a lonely dark-haired Wisconsin beauty named Sarah of her lover who had graduated and married. In her dorm room, she cried as she ate my pussy repeatedly, mumbling her lover's name. It sounded like Beth.

Then there was the delicate young Chinese woman from the laundry where I took my clothes. Mai-Lin brought my clothes one Saturday morning just as I was getting out of the shower. I opened the door clothed only in a towel. There was still water in my ears, but I heard when she said, "Mai-Lin lika you, pretty lady. Mai-Lin, she sucka your pussy good. You want?" Well, I dropped my towel and pulled her in. She stripped quickly as she followed me to the bedroom. When I lay back on the bed, Mai-Lin, small as a girl, climbed all over me, rubbing and sighing. She was true to her word as I came many times in that tiny mouth.

Through all of this fucking, I was still on the Dean's List. I was also on his wife, sucking her pussy in the upstairs bathroom of their home when I was invited to an Honors Tea. I tried to get him too, but he didn't want to do it in my ass. His married son, a headmaster at a boys' school, did just fine in his place.

Part 6

My looks and brains paid off for me. I got a job as a local television reporter, then two years later was given my own local talk show which really took off. You would think I'd be tired of so much sex by now. NOT! As it turns out sex and the show were tied together. I found that I was at my absolute best when I was fucked just before I went on. My assistant, an ambitious young black lady, was secretly providing pussy at that time. My, but that girl had the longest clit! But my needs got greater. I wanted to be fucked in the ass before I went on, too. The answer to my prayer came in the form of Juan, a handsome 20-year old studio worker/exchange student from South America. I accidently got a glimpse of his tool when I walked in on him using my bathroom.

"I'm sorry Miss Kirsten. I did not know you were in the studio."

"That's ok, Juan. My, you have a large..." I said pointing to his dick. It was at least 10 inches and slightly hard. "Juan, have you ever put your penis into a woman's ass?"

"Many times, Miss Kirsten. The women at home, they like it best. Good pleasure, no babies."

"I like it best, too, Juan. Would you consider doing it with me every day before I go on the air?"

"I would be honored to be of assistance to you, Miss Kirsten, " he said, bowing.

"Good. Good. Tomorrow in my dressing room at 1 p.m. Don't be late."

Juan was there and hard as a rock at 12:45. We lubed up and he went in. Lord, did he go in! I'd never had a dick as long or as round in my ass before. I was in hog heaven as his young body worked me over. I was cumming before I knew I was cumming. Juan kept battering and ramming, pulling my cheeks apart, jamming his thing in my ass. When I begged him to stop after I'd cum so much, he let loose with a load the likes of which I'd never seen before in one condom. Juan apologized, thinking he took me too roughly. He said he hadn't had any since he left home three months ago. "You'll always have ass here, Juan, if I'm around. You'll be one of my assistants. I want you here everyday at one doing what you did today."

Juan was pretty much faithful to his duties. When he could not get there on time, one of my new female assistants serviced me. I believe they were all a little afraid if me because when I fucked one of them, it was wild and hard. That's just who I am. I overheard one girl remark that she was sore three days after I fucked her. I was brilliant the day I dragged myself away from her pussy. Juan finished graduate school and moved away the year my show went off the air.

Part 7

That same year, I met, fell in love with and married a banker six years my senior. I was 30. My husband loved to fuck in my ass, but I had to give in occasionally and let him have some pussy. No problem. I didn't mind doing it because I did nothing else except spend his money. When we traveled outside the country, my husband indulged me and arranged for some discreet little threesomes with beautiful women. Our travel agent knew just what he wanted. When he opened our hotel door to a tall, blonde, blue-eyed "tour guide" in Sweden, he was taken aback because Inga looked so much like me. He was on fire as he walked around the room, watching me from every angle, as I fucked my double. He had to wait his turn.

In Paris, a sweet little Colette modeled lingerie in the hotel room. The girl spouted her lust in her native tongue as I tore her brief panties to get at her pussy. As I ate her, my husband eased his dick into my ass. When Colette wrote us later and asked for help to come to America, my husband used his connections to get her a job at a fashion house. Whenever he was away on business trips, he allowed me have Colette, who was lesbian, over for some fun, but only after all the servants were dismissed. I had some great times in the rooms of my large house with that hot-blooded 19-year old girl and the "toys" she brought with her.

Part 8

My husband just called to say that he'd sent a car to the airport to pick up one my birthday gifts. After drinks and dinner, the three of us--he, Inga(my gift)and I--would be driving up to the cabin in the mountains for the weekend. On the drive up, in our partitioned limousine, my husband and I got an early start on Inga. She loved having the two of us kiss her and feel her up in the back of the car. I got to fuck her first. It was MY birthday, after all! A good time is sure to be had by all.

-the end-