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>>581975746 first time? little hard remember ( you count all the inappropriate touching during the years that preceded it)
but when we actually finally did we were both around 15
we had just got through watching to a half hours of back to back hentai... the last one having mostly incest.
afterwards I told her I had to go to the bathroom ( because I really needed to jack-off) after about 10 minutes I came out, she startled me because she was really close to the door ( I guess she had been listening)
she also had put another hentai on in the background with the volume low...
>>581982004 Hard to say. Our parents died when we were both really young, but left us quite a bit of inheritence+insurance. She basically raised me, and we were always close, and when I was around 10-11 (her about 13-14), we were on the conversation of dating, her asking if I had a gf or anyone I liked, shit like that. Can't remember a whole lot of the details, but I ended up getting mad at her pressing it until I said I didn't want anyone as a gf but her.
She looked stunned for a few seconds, then gave me a smile before walking off saying "I'll stop pestering you, then."
After that, things just happened naturally. 6 months later (though not without some awkwardness in between) She was giving me handjobs in the bath, and it was all down hill from there.
>>581972229 No green text because fuck you I'm tired today from meds
About five years ago my older sis asked me if I could fix her computer, I'm that guy in the family who fixes computers, every family has one and I'm him. Sure no problem sis, and I pick up newish laptop from sis, fix is easy, it's full of malware and a couple of low level viruses, but while I've got it I might as well have a look for any more future problems, while snooping I find a poorly hidden file, it's full of pictures and videos of my sister naked or having sex with her bf and surprise surprise with other women, I DL'd it all for future faps and then took a naked picture of myself with a boner standing in my living room, I cropped off the head and titled the picture "find a better hiding place, BTW nice tits" and added it to the folder before giving the laptop back.
>>581972229 Not my sister but my niece. Yes I creep. No I wouldn't like seeing her in a porn. I don't want her on any other man's dick but mine. She has a nice rack going and an ass I could spend all day on. Dick is diamonds when she runs around in a two piece. It's a mix of love and lust and I turn into Green Eyes Jealous Dragon whenever she is around another guy. I wish I could spend the rest of my life waking up next to her every morning.
>>581983534 We're doing great, actually. We both have part time jobs, which is more than enough to live on (she was smart when it came to handling our money). We fuck pretty often, don't have any major fights or arguments. When we moved to a different city, we just told any new friends we made that we were married, and haven't had any problems keeping the story straight.
I'm just a normal guy from the midwest. I consider myself to be beta plus since I am overweight but im not a social autist where it forces me to be a loser. Less about me more about my sister who is 5 years older than me. I'm 18 and she's 23. >She has average B cups and a average ass a 7/10 really >She's always teased me, and made fun of me for my lackluster career in highschool. I wasn't really popular with the ladies. >I've never really had a crush on her either or even seen her in a sexual way. >I think she tried to tease me and get a reaction by wearing sports bras and yoga shorts around all the time.
I'm just a normal guy from the midwest. I consider myself to be beta plus since I am overweight but im not a social autist where it forces me to be a loser. Less about me more about my sister who is 5 years older than me. I'm 18 and she's 23.
>>581984886 yes, Exclusively, shared bedroom and all. We don't have any other family. Our parents were both only childs, our grandparents from both sides were dead before we were born. Any potential extended family couldn't be tracked down.
>I get sick during the 3rd week of November last year, and everyone was worried I wouldn't be well by Thanksgiving. >Sister antagonized me the entire time always coming in my room when my mom wasn't home dressed in her nurse outfits and maid outfits. >Sister is part of a Fraternity at her Uni and considers these halloween costumes. >She says she knows what will make me better. >Confused as fuck.jpg >She starts to strip. Mfw I sneezed. >she pulls my covers off and pulls my dick out. >Starts jerking me off, I can't help but enjoy it. Her hands are so soft and I had a 3 month dry spell going on. >She spits on her hand and say's "Anon, do you want exclusive nursing from now on." >We hear Mom's SUV as she's about to start blowing me, and she leaves me Blue-balled. Con't?
>>581985364 Ah that explains it a little better. Was thinking "Hmmm bet that's awkward at Xmas time" having to explain to your family why you only have one shared bed. Your the first person I've ever heard of in a long term relationship with a family member.
>>581985567 I'm sure there are others. It was most likely due to circumstance that she and I ended up this way. Orphaned, no family, very few friends for either of us growing up, and becoming completely dependent on each other our whole lives, it's no wonder.
>>581985926 we had moved on from oral and then mutual masturbation. probably took us about a year to feel safe about actual penetrative sex.
we read everything we could about how pregnancies work, we hadn't even thought about that the first few times. then we started reading H manga online. that had a ton of incest and pregnancy related content.
so that got us thinking pretty hard about " avoiding any complications"
>>581986664 we basically tried everything, every position, every fetish. we did a lot of role-playing, and we even wrote a few erotic stories based on our experiences and our ideas from all the porn we ingested weekly. (the site we would submit our stories to is unfortunately down)
>>581986897 I keep meaning to try the Internet archive again.
anyway, everything was pretty awesome. every "movie night" we would basically cater to each other's fantasies as best we could.
then mom started having problems with her boyfriend... at first we were concerned for our mom, felt bad for her... then we started to get a little nervous. mom wasn't leaving us alone as we had been used to.
she started wanting to "talk to us" and "hang out"
>>581987138 well if you can find an archived version of "the gray archive" or five of the other sites we use go for it.
>>581987352 this didn't bother me as much as it did my sister. I invested in a pair of headphones ( with a really long cords) and I installed hook and eye locks on our doors (figured if that was ever question we could always just pass it off as "teenagers need privacy")
>>581987541 finally after one week of mom being really moody (snapping at us for nothing and having a generally short fuse)
my sister and I decided to take the month off ( was around this time she started calling mom a "bitch" behind her back, I know she was just hurt because of all the negative energy mom was spewing, so I told her to try to keep a lid on it just relax)
>>581972229 oh my a couple of years ago I used to grope my sister a lot, she would shove me away, but if I kept going for it she'd let me do stuff for a while. I grabbed and sucked her boobies, kissed her all over. One summer night, watching TV with all the lights out, I shoved my finger up her pussy for a while... damn, that was a good night.
She doesn't let me do this stuff anymore, do I feel like a creep when I remember it? Hell no, I regret nothing lol
>>581988769 >usually whenever mom was home, she would have her door closed (it would spare us the loud laughing and joking she and her boyfriend would do over the phone)
>>581988880 my sister and I liked listening to the porn/hentai especially when we fooled around. long cords plus a splitter really worked out great for us (and a Windows media remote control) was just part of our ritual, because we had grown up doing that.
yes my problem is i over creepd i sent her huge emails confessing i wanted to fuck her with dick pics and jerk off vids and confessed my photoshopping habit of putting her head on porn images my whole family hates me now and she got a restraining order but i always break it to message her filth one time i did actually try to force myself on her but i stopped half way and just asked for a bj but she declined and ran out havent seen her 5 years now
>>581989497 the Windows in moms room faced a streetlight, this worked great because my mom's a scaredy-cat ( she can't handle scary movies and hates the dark, but need light off the fall sleep completely)
>then I saw... mom laying on her bed
>she was naked, her clothes were just piled up around the bed.
> I froze... my heart started pounding ( it was a familiar feeling)
> she was working something up and down between her legs...
actually she probably doesnt know but theres like 500 messages and pics and shit in her facebook but since we're not friends they're in her other folder so im kinda shit scared she will eventually find this archive of filthy shit i said to her
i used to have heaps of photos of her for photoshopping and jerking off to but i deleted them and now i cant find a pic anywhere its impossible
i had this weird habbit of constantly photoshopping thousands of photos of her
i sent her this really messed up vid of myself showing my face then proceeding to cum on the screen to her face
I have a twin sister Not that she's not attractive but because she's sister i dont feel attracted I don't creep but i've seen her naked on some occasions I found her in a porn i probably wouldnt watch because of disgust
it all started with my jerking off to her as a young kid, i guess because there werent many other girls around
then years later she was stayed in a cabin with me one night she fell asleep and i started jerking it to her getting closer to her face and shit i dont know why im a perv anyway kind of thought for a moment wow i could be in her pussy in like 3 minutes if i pull off the covers and just straight up rape her being so totally horny i went for her jumping on her while shes asleep she wakes up instantly i pull on her hair and cover her mouth as if to say shut the f up i tried to force her to give me head by holding her mouth closed so she couldnt breathe she said yes then i tried to shove my cock in her mouth and she said no and kinda just looked discusted at that point i gave up and just quickly groped her she got up and ran out and i never saw her since for like 5 years she got the order because i kept messaging her dick pics on the internet trying to get her send me nude pics but she wont even reply sent progressively filthier shit including cumming on her face in a video her pic was on the monitor.. just send her my fantasies that id like to tie her up etc via facebook but she doesnt reply.. i assume she hasnt seen them yet because facebook usually says 'seen at such and such time'..
>>581991272 >Don't have a sister, but after watching Royal Tennenbaums years and years ago, kinda wished I had had an adopted sister or stepsister. Not a full sister cuz of the whole birth defects thing.
What do you want to do...Marry them? For christ's sake just fuck them and call it good. In all my times with my sister and cousins, I never went through a half-dozen rubbers. Bareback and prayer is the way to go!
[WARNING: TLDR CONTENT] > "My first rape by a loli.", By: In-Zest
I was in the bathroom, playing with myself. At this age, playing with myself was simply pushing my erection through my closed thighs, with some spit as lube. Though I could not cum, I did get real close to orgasmic feelings, before getting irritated. I had been in the bathroom only a few minutes, when the bathroom door opened-up. It took my brain a few seconds to come to the full awareness of the situation. I was in no position to hide what I was doing, though the urge to hide was there. Bathrooms in our house were not normally entered if the doors were close, not without knocking first. However, this invader was not a member of this house. She didn't obey house rules, she made her own.
Looking up into Amanda's eyes, it was obvious that I was about to be in trouble. This was not my first time getting caught masturbating, nor was it my first time getting into trouble. However, in later years, I would come to realize that this was the first time I was raped. Without warning, Amanda placed her foot on my pants, which were bunched-up around my ankles. She put her hands under my arms and fiercely pulled me up off of the toilet, right out of my pants and shoes! The pain and shock from the sudden and unexpected upheaval, caused me to cry and pee at the same time. I may have even kicked her as she held me up in the air.
The noise from my screaming had simultaneously brought the attention of my older sister and also had woken my younger sister who was in her crib. Olivia, my older sister, now stood at the threshold to the bathroom. The remainder of my bladder was still spraying from my erection, into the air and across to Amanda's dress. While yelling at me, trying to avoid the stream of fear that was spraying from my erection, Amanda turned to yell at Olivia. She told her to go take care of Yola who was crying, while I was left alone, to the reprimand of Amanda.
Once I had finally stopped peeing, she carried me into my room and threw me onto the bed. I was terrified as she turned and locked the door. I had previously gotten one real bad hide-tanning before, and this was how it started. For once in my short life, I was truly afraid of what was about to happen. Half-naked, I sat-up and whimpered on my bed as she began to yell at me. Amanda spoke fast, loud and used a lot of words which I didn't understand. She was pulling at her dress, telling me that I peed on her and other things which made me believe I was going to get a beating from her, and then from my parents.
Her screaming at me, made Olivia's task of calming Yola down, a nearly impossible duty. The yelling only stopped when Olivia came and knocked on the bedroom door. Amanda unlocked the door and swung it open in a rage, since she was just disrupted. I heard my sister say something in a tiny voice, even though she was a whole year older than I was. She told Amanda that Yola would not go back to sleep with all the yelling, and she needed some milk. Amanda told Olivia to go back stay with Yola until she goes to sleep or she would get into trouble too. Olivia quickly peeked behind Amanda, to see if I was okay, then she got the door slammed in her face. Though, the door did not close all the way, as it hit my sisters foot which was partially over the threshold.
With the yelling stopped, my whimper turned into a soft set of shallow sniffles and infrequent gasps of air. I was ready to face the punishment for my actions, or so I thought. Amanda just stood there looking at me, wearing her pee-soaked dress. She seemed like she was thinking, or maybe just listening to see if Yola stopped crying before continuing. The next thing I know, she started to remove her dress as she headed into my closet. I thought she was looking for a belt or something to use as a paddle on me, for a spanking. I found it nearly impossible to stop looking at her. She did not have a bra on, underneath her dress, which was now laying on my bedroom floor.
When she turned around, she could see my obvious gawking. In her hands she was holding one of my bathrobes, which she attempted to use. The sleeves, which were long for me, barely touched her elbows as she pulled the robe over her shoulders. The bottom, which nearly touched the floor when I wore it, barely covered her knees. The front, being too small, could not cover her exposed breasts at all, or her pantie covered crotch. Though the majority of my fixation was inherently on her lewdly exposed breast. She stood there, slowly trying to tie it closed, while she looked in the mirror on my dresser at the end of my bed.
Her hands were squishing her boobs together, as if she was attempting to fit them inside the undersized robe. Still looking in the mirror, she tried to pull the robe closed, from underneath her breasts. Instead of getting covered, they poked-out even more, as well as her hardening puffy nipples. Turning sideways, in my direction, she cups her breasts from underneath and looks at her robe-contoured profile in the mirror. Her hands began to squeeze and tug at her breasts and nipples as her head tilted down. She stuck out her tongue and barely reached each up-turned nipple, leaving behind a slight glossy coating of saliva on them.
Suddenly, as if she seemed to forget I was in the room, her eyes dart right at mine. However, I had not noticed until she cleared her throat. She seemed mad again, as she quickly approached me. All of her words, I can not remember, as she began to say more than she had before. She was speaking softer, not yelling, but it was still a stern and powerful tone. I remember getting chills down my spine as her hot breath battered directly into my ear while she spoke, sitting next to me on the bed. I was beginning to get frightened again, and my whimpering slowly started to come back.
She was telling me that she didn't have to tell my parents how bad and naughty I was. Telling me that I was a pervert for looking at her, the way that I was looking at my sister in the bathroom. She said that she did not have to tell my parents that I had peed all over her, after being caught masturbating while my sister was in the bathroom. I knew I didn't do half of what she said, but she was making it sound like I did do that. Then she pulled my head to breast and told me to suck on them, to get milk flowing, so she could feed my younger sister. She said that Yola needed milk to get back to sleep, so she wouldn't have to tell my parents that I woke her too, when I was crying like a little girl.
Not sure what to do, I latched-on to her puffy nipple, as I had seen Yola do to my mothers breast once before. She told me to suck and lick her nipples, while I gently squeezed them. I tried real hard to get milk flowing, but it wasn't working. My whimpering stopped, replaced by the sound of gentle slobbering and suckling. She continued to lecture me, calling me dirty and pervert a lot, pointing-out that my erection, which never actually went away, was now bouncing and twitching. She warned me that it better not start spitting or squirting at her, which made me attempt to reassure her that it would not do that. To be sure, she wrapped her hand around it, pointing it away from her direction, telling me that I could not be trusted. She said I was getting ready to squirt again. Because there was some juice leaking out of it.
When I looked down at my erection, there was a bead of clear stuff starting to build at the tip. I apologized and said that I didn't have to pee, but she insisted that because I didn't finish playing with myself, I was going to squirt all over her now. She said I already ruined her dress and now I was trying to ruin her panties and my robe, with my cum. I didn't know what cum was, but I told her that I didn't want to ruin her panties and my robe. Then she pushed me back, demanding that I take them off, after I remove my own shirt, which was the only thing I was still wearing. I struggled with my shirt, for some unknown reason. Might have been confusion or excitement or just more fear. All I remember is that I couldn't seem to get my arms out. She could see my frustration, but did not offer any immediate assistance.
She stood-up after wiping the juice off the tip of my erection and licking it off her finger. I thought it was gross that she put my pee juice in her mouth, but I didn't say anything about it. My shirt was removed, with her help, followed by her pulling her shoulders free of the robe. She was waiting for me to untie it, so it could be removed. While I untied it, she was rubbing and pinching her nipples with her fingers. She told me to hurry up before I made her wet her panties. They were already wet, but just a little spot. I kept that observation to myself as well. The ties eventually came free, and the robe fell down into her bent elbows as I grabbed hold of her panties, pulling them down to her knees.
She let the robe and her panties fall down to the floor. She looked a lot different than my sister did, as I can remember from baths we took together when we were younger. Amanda has a pointy pink thing sticking out of the top of her pee-slit. Her slit was also puffy and opened more, with a lot more wetness than her panties had shown. She reached her hand down to her slit, pushing a finger deep inside of it. She pulled it out, and I could see that it was completely saturated. Raising her hand, she put her finger into her mouth, tasting her own wetness. She said I was really in trouble now. She said I made her wet, but I protested, saying that I did not! She demanded that I did, sticking two more dry fingers inside, scooping out two really wet fingers.
She held her fingers in front of my face and asked what I was going to do about that. Than she demanded that I lick her fingers clean, which I refused to do. Throwing me back down on the bed, she told me that if I didn't lick her fucking fingers then she was going to beat the living shit out of me. That phrase is one I would never forget her saying, word for word. She was getting angry again and climbed on top of me, pinning me down onto the bed. She smeared her wet fingers across my lips, pushing them slightly inside my mouth. Then she reached down between my legs, grabbing hold of my erection and balls, saying she would rip them off and turn me into a girl if I didn't lick her juice off my lips.
It didn't smell like pee and what was already pushed through my lips, didn't taste like pee, so I licked my lips. Yes, I know what pee tastes like, it tastes as bad as it smells. This actually tasted and smelled good, which I didn't understand why, at the time. To try and change the tone, I think I may have even said "Mmmm", after licking my lips. However, it didn't make the situation better, it made it worse. Almost instantly, without warning, she fed me another fresh helping of her juices. Three drenched fingers found their way into my mouth, then her hand covered my mouth, making it hard to take a breath. All I could do was swallow the juices and try to breathe through my slightly stuffed nose. My struggling for air was causing me to squirm underneath her.
She kept saying I was going to fix this and make her stop getting wet, as she slid further up onto my squirming body. I tried desperately to pull her arm away, but she was much stronger than I was. I just wanted a breath of fresh air! That is when I felt the most wonderful sensation in the world. She was still saying a bunch of stuff that I could not actually hear, but the overwhelming feelings around my erection was pleasurably distracting me. At that point, I don't even remember breathing, or wanting to, or needing to... My mind was focused on that tight, hot, wet, pulsing, silky sensation which was devouring my throbbing erection.
Amanda was now grinding her pelvis hard against mine, having consumed me completely. She stopped talking and had begun moaning as her hand pulled away from my mouth. My eyes closed as she began caressing her breasts and pushing harder into my crotch, with her crotch. I was short on breath, in pain from being crushed, out of energy from struggling, yet in pure bliss from the wave of energy shooting through my body at the moment. I am sure that I came, but quite sure that I didn't actually ejaculate. However, she was now soaking me and my bed with her juices. Her brutal lust continued way beyond the point where my peak had ended. That brief moment of pleasure was followed by an extended session of brutal pain. I was wishing that she had just spanked me now, or told my parents, or both.
With a final creepy moan and a short pause, she pulled off of me and used my robe to wipe herself clean. She threw the wet robe at me, telling me to clean-up the mess I made. Honestly I could not move at that point. Getting upset, she started cursing at me, under her breath as she pulled the covers off the bed. This dumped me onto the floor with a loud thud, which scared my sister, Olivia, who was spying through the crack in the partially open door. Amanda chased her down the hall, buck-naked, into Olivia's room. I started to cry as I heard that familiar sound of a bare-ass spanking. She was screaming at Olivia and telling her that she was now in just as much trouble as me.
Yola was now awake and crying again, as Amanda came back to get all the dirty laundry. I remained naked and curled-up on the floor, wanting all the noise to just stop. Nearly two hours later and the laundry was done. Amanda had taken a shower and gotten dressed, and was now forcing me and my sister into the shower, to get cleaned-up. She said we were both dirty perverts and should wash the filth off of each other. The only filth I had on me, was from Amanda. I welcomed the chance to have it washed off. However, my poor sister had an ass that was bright red with hand-prints across both cheeks. I knew that feeling, and sympathized, but my own bruises on my hips were all she could keep looking at. Both of us only got half-clean, as Amanda was getting impatient and possibly a little nervous. Mom and Dad were due home within the hour, and neither of us had any energy to wash the other, or ourselves.
Amanda pulled us out of the shower and dried us off, making us get ready for bed. She told us that if we peeped a word, that she would tell our parents what "we did"... The masturbating, the peeing, spying, ruining her dress, wetting the bed, showering together and touching each other. We both knew we were screwed as we had been through similar battles with other sitters, and lost in the shadows of reality. Without hesitation, we surrendered and took refuge in our rooms, hiding under our covers, pretending to be asleep. That night, none of us ate dinner, even Yola, who had done nothing wrong. She was simply exhausted from four hours of constant crying. This was my first rape, but not my last. However, this one was the only one I wish I could forget, which still haunts me.
THE END, until later...
Got the next part too... More of a love-story, not more rape...
Have elder sis. Once when I was in semi sleep state, sister assumed i was asleep.
> have semi boner > wake up to sis lifting my pants up slowly > pretend to be asleep to see what she is up to > proceeds to lift up my undies and touches my penis > boner in alpha mode > she examines my penis for a minute or so > happens two times again then I catch her in the act > get daily handjobs then on > nothing more. > blowjob once, but she felt guilty and handjobs later
>I would wake up around 2 o'clock in the morning after everyone had gone to sleep ( most people anyway)
then I would sneak up to my mother's door and listen... some nights, I could hear her talking to herself. it was always negative (how stupid she was, how horrible he was... what a worthless mother she was)
and it would always end up the same, she would pull her vibrator out from underneath her bad, and tearfully bring herself release
sometimes I would masturbate listening to her... I wanted to cum when she did.
>>581993237 >one night our mother went out one of her girlfriends. trying to get her out of her funk
>my sister and I knew we would have at least two hours to screw around
>we loaded on all the porn we could, decided to pick mostly incest related stuff, and a bunch of lesbian clips... my sister started to wonder if she was bi-curious... she had started to masturbate in front of the mirror a lot during this period of time. she had me watch her a few times... it was pretty surreal.
[WARNING: TLDR CONTENT] > "Cumming of an age.", By: In-Zest
Almost a year had passed since the trauma of being raped by the babysitter. Though, in all honesty, some parts of the event I hope I never forget. Yola, my younger sister, is no longer bound to her crib and often sleeps with Olivia. That day bonded them together as it did with Olivia and I. However, to Yola, I was still the same annoying brother. To me, she was a small constant reminder of that day. This was not her fault, but every time I hear her cry, shills run down my spine. There isn't anything I wouldn't do, to stop her crying, selfishly, for my own mental comfort.
The relationship between Olivia and I is a strange one now. Before, we would fight like cats and dogs, as brother and sister often do. Now, through our twisted traumatic bond, there is a greater level of understanding between us. Both of us will now go out of our way to ensure that nothing we do, would trigger a similar incident. For me, that meant more selective and careful masturbation times, and doing it a little less often. For Olivia, that meant a little less curiosity of things which didn't directly involve her. For both of us, it built-up a strong mutual defensive unity, for our combined protection.
Luckily, Amanda never returned after that day. We had a new sitter weeks later. With both of our attitudes adjusted, we were honestly a lot easier to sit for, as opposed to a year ago. As luck would have it, our parents didn't seem to go out as often anymore. Usually one or the other was home, most of the time. We got a lot of family time, just not all of us together at once. The majority of our time was usually spent playing out in the front or back yard anyways. There was always something to do, with the other kids in the neighborhood, outside.
One night, out in the back yard, we were all playing "flash-light tag". Nearly a dozen of us were playing, across six of the connecting back yards. The only rules were that we could not hide in the front of the houses, or inside sheds. My favorite spots to hide were usually ones that had two ways out and a clear view of anyone approaching. That allowed me a better chance to escape without being frozen by the light, if it were to shine on me. Once it shines on you, you have to stay frozen until tagged by the person who is "it". You don't want to be the last one tagged.
We had just finished a round, and were scattering for a place to hide, when I stumbled across something in the yard. This set me back, just enough that all my good spots were soon taken. Well, all the spots that were within running distance, in this direction. Olivia, seeming to be confused, also looking for a spot, began to head towards me. She must have thought I was waiting for her, or possibly knew a good spot to hide. I could hear the count getting down to "five", and my brain went into over-time, looking for a place to hide. Just past a shed, I saw a little nook, between a pile of wood and the shed, obscured by the shadows of the night. Olivia followed, not knowing it was too small for the both of us.
I reached the nook first and pulled her quickly out of view as the count hit "one", and the light raced up the center of the yard, towards our direction. This spot didn't have two exits and Olivia was standing right in front of the only exit. Had she been caught, we both would have been tagged, me being tagged last. She had to press hard against me, to keep her dress from hanging out into view as the light approached our direction. Needless to say, that my composure at the moment was hardly brotherly or even decent, as we tried to remain hidden. I had an uncontrollable erection, which she jokingly implied, was going to get us caught, as it was pushing her out of the hiding space. I told her to hush-up because the light was getting closer. She pushed back even harder making it worse for me.
Luckily, the tagger ran right pas us, with the light shining on a "frozen" victim, who was standing still, waiting to be tagged in the distance. Quickly, but quietly, we sprinted to the home-base to be free of being tagged. I sat there uncomfortably with an erection, pretending like it wasn't there in the darkness as my sister sat beside me. However, we never got to finish the game, as many of our parents were already calling us in for the night. Time for showers and bed-time for the majority of those playing. I didn't resist the call, because I really wanted to tend to this painful erection as soon as possible.
Olivia and I raced home, because the first one there got to shower first, and stay-up until the other was finished showering. The late-night shows were kind-of juicy at night, with lots of kissing and sometimes a boob and foul language. However, the better parts didn't come until late. This is why our parents would limit our exposure to the shows, only offering them as reward for hurrying up. Honestly, the fractions of the shows we saw were more like teen movies. The better ones actually came on after those, while we were in bed.
I managed to make it to the house first, quickly taking possession of the bathroom. Within seconds, I was stripped down and feverishly working the conditioner over my erection. Three minutes later, I was getting that familiar sensation where my knees weaken. The feeling was stronger this time, different and somehow better. With each stroke I felt like I was going to collapse. Previously after getting these feelings, they just stopped. This time I could feel those feelings creeping across my whole body, like a giant internal bear-hug. Then I came, for the first time. White sticky stuff was shooting out of my erection uncontrollably, all over the shower wall and dribbling down my hand.
I nearly fell flat on my ass as my body tightened-up and then seemed to collapse. I felt as if my life just drained from my body, out of breath and yet I was strangely refreshed. I could hardly wait to try this again, in the privacy of my own bed, where I had no fears of being hurt from collapsing. I wanted to collapse, but my fear of getting hurt in the shower, which had happened a few times, impeded my ultimate relaxation. I know I could have enjoyed this much more if I were in my soft bed. In a slight panic, I rushed to wipe my spunk off the shower wall, and finished rinsing the conditioner off my erection.
After jumping out of the shower, while drying-off, I was already contemplating ways to get dirty, just to have an excuse to take a shower. I would take a shower every day, if this was repeatable, and felt this good every time. I still wasn't sure what had happened, or if it could be done again. However, now it was television time, as I surrendered the bathroom to Olivia. Usually she took long showers, so I really got the advantage whether I won or lost the race.
>>581993848 Thank-you... Might like the second one, more of a softer note...
(Remember, fiction comes from reality.)
>CONT: "Cumming of an age.", By: In-Zest
By the time I had gotten ready for bed, Olivia was already in the shower. I took my usual spot on the rocking-chair, as my parents lay cuddled-up on the couch. Sadly, the movie seemed to be some kind of stupid mushy love story, without any real kissing or even a boob. There was a lot of talking and shots of fields and mountains and a few people. I could have seen this crap during the day. I was actually a little disappointed, but my perpetual erection didn't seem to care.
When Olivia finally finished her shower, Mom and Dad were fast asleep. She decided to lay down on the floor, in her night-gown, while her towel-wrapped hair dried. When the movie finished, we were about to head to bed, until we heard the advertisement for the next show. It was a sex-therapy documentary. I didn't understand most of what they were saying, but it held our attention while it showed all sorts of things we never saw before.
Though it was hardly porn, it did show hairy crotches and flaccid penises. There were also some side-shots of people having sex, but it only showed boobs. There were some plastic penises that the girls were holding, which went out of view of the camera when they used them. It wasn't until they started moaning loud, where we began to panic. I darted off to my room, as my sister turned off the television and darted off to hers.
After a few minutes of pretending to be asleep, we both crept back to the door, to see if we were busted. We both laughed softly, seeing each other at our door. Nope, parents were still both sound asleep on the couch. I started to say something down the hall, but Olivia shushed me with her finger. Then she tip-toed down the hall, into my room, closing the door quietly behind her.
Time to contribute instead of laugh at someone who doesn't know finesse if it came up and repeatedly ball punched him until he cried little baby man tears.
I'm also not gonna green text because fuck you people.
To start off I'm the younger brother by about 3-4 years since the months fall weirdly but she was only 3 grades ahead of me. When we were younger I was her best friend forever. Shit we were so close we even showered together on a daily basis and slept in the same bed a lot.
Suddenly when she got to about the 7th grade she began to pull back and each year it got exponentially worse. When she got to high school she decided to pull the "We're now enemies so stay out of my room you little twerp." gig.
One day we were home alone and right as I'm about to hop in the shower she gets in. I'm mad now because she drains the hot water and it's winter so the stock is even less. So I say fuck it, we've seen each other naked for years big fucking whoop. I undress, yank open the shower curtain and step in. She immediately looses her shit.
We start yelling back and forth about me being in there and how she rekts the hot water yada yada. She gets on to how we're no longer little kids and our relationship is different and shit and I suddenly yell out "It shouldn't matter because I love you as more than a sister!" This is met by instant silence on her part.
She just stays silent and holds open the shower curtain so I can get in and we just bath ourselves quietly except to help each other with hair or backs
We didn't see or speak to each other the entire next day but she slide into my bed with me really late at night while I was sleeping.
"You'll wake them...", she said in a whisper to me. "Sorry, I was just going to say that was close...", I returned with a similar whisper. "I think that made me more horny!", she said with a modest tone, citing the words from the show. Curious what she was talking about, since she didn't have a penis, I had to ask, "How does a girl know when she is horny? Why were you horny before?" Olivia laughed a little and then continued, "Weren't you watching?" She looked down and then continued, "Well you must have been, you are horny too... or is that still hard from when we were hiding?" I blushed a little, but replied with a slight lie, "No, I already came from that, in the shower. This is a new one!"
She looked shocked, perplexed, insulted and flattered all at the same time. "You can cum already? That's not fair, I can't cum yet! Did I make you that horny?" I felt as if I should be selective in my reply, but instead, honesty was my answer. "Yea... Actually it was the first time I came, in the shower. It was sticky and white. It shot half way up the shower wall. When you squished against me, I think I got horny." She gave me one of those, "yea right", looks, saying, "You think... What else makes you horny? That made me horny too, but I couldn't cum in the shower. I tried like hell though. Girls know they are horny because they get wet down there and real sensitive."
I got a twisted flash-back of Amanda when she raped me. She must have been real horny, because she was dripping like a faucet while she humped me. I offered a non-implied statement, thinking back to Amanda, "Maybe a girl can only cum when a penis is inside. The girls on the show had plastic penises they were using. Is that how you masturbate? Do you put things inside your pee-hole?" She quickly corrected me, "It's a vagina, and well, I did put a finger inside a little-bit, but it didn't feel that great. Girls just have to rub their nubby to cum. I think they only put things inside to make babies."
My brain could not quite fathom some of what she said. It was like the show, words without demonstration didn't offer much for actually learning anything. "I think it hurt because I am a virgin still. Maybe that is why they had the plastic wieners" I took the chance to correct her, for once, "They are not wieners, they are penises or erections. What is a nubby?" Without hesitation, she lifted her nightgown pulled her panties down and sat on the edge of the bed. Her legs spread wide and her hands parted her vagina lips. "That pointy thing at the top is a girls nubby. You rub it to make a girl cum."
Looking with strong curiosity and slight bewilderment, I asked, "Why don't you rub it now? You said you were really horny and you are really really wet. Maybe you are about to cum like I did. I was going to try to make mine cum again, after movie-time, once I was in bed. I think mine is going to cum again too, because it is getting real hard again, looking at your nubby." She hunched-over, sliding a finger up her spread slit. Her juices obviously flowing more than she thought they were, she said, "Wow, I am getting really wet! Okay, but if I rub mine, you gotta rub yours. I want to see what it does when it cums. Here, you can aim it at my towel."
Olivia scooted back on the bed, laying her towel beside her. She pulled a pillow behind her, propping her up while her legs remained spread wide. Then she kicked her panties off her ankles, spreading her feet as far apart as her legs were spread. I told her that I needed something slippery like conditioner to masturbate. I didn't want to gross her out by spitting on my hand. She slid two fingers across her saturated slit, and rubbed them across my erection, coating it with her juices. "Here, I have plenty to spare, and this is always real slippery."
My head spun as she touched my erection, spreading the juices on it. Groaning a little, I replied, "Wow, that feels better than when I touch it. "Oh, you like that do you?", she said with a big grin. "Well, how about I keep doing this for you and you can rub my nubby for me? Just show me how to rub yours and I will show you how to rub mine." Without hesitation, I wrapped my hand over hers, around my erection, and started stroking it slowly. Stopping only to rub the palm of her hand around the top-side of my helmet.
Olivia showed me how she rubber her nubby, which reminded me of brushing teeth. Up and down, side to side, and around in circles, sliding down to get more juice as it leaked out. I was sure I could handle that. My hand soon joined and then eventually replaced hers. Though I felt nearly ready to cum, my distraction of trying to make her cum was kindly impeding my own early release. Our positions changed many times as we progressed, until I was sitting along side of her and we were nearly twisted around one another.
She was breathing heavy and making small moaning sounds as I continued to rub. After about ten minutes of this, Olivia sat-up and clung onto me, releasing her grip on my penis. She was begging me to go faster and rub harder as her hands began to caress my whole body. Her lips kept kissing at my ear, breathing scalding breaths into it, echoed with small moans of pleasure. "Yeeeess, you... are... gonna... make... me... cum... I... Love... You...", her words sparking me to continue without further guidance.
Then she pulled my head to the side and started kissing me deeply, moaning into my mouth, around our caressing tongues. Her excited breaths escaped with muffled sighs as her hips ground against my fingers. With a slight startling silence and a shaking, her legs clamped tight against my hand. She let out one long final exhausted breath, then reached impatiently for my erection. "That... was amazing... Now... it's your turn!"
Olivia slowly released her grip on my hand, spreading her legs wide again. With my duties obviously finished, my focus returned to my pecker, which was slowly getting dryer from the friction. "Ouch, slower, it is getting dry!", I replied in a low voice. "Sorry, is this better?", she said after giving it another application of her freshly created juices. "Mmmm, yea... I think I am going to cum now... Keep going slow like that..." Her hot slick juices made it feel one-million times better than when I was in the shower.
Her eyes kept looking up at mine and down at my erection, as it throbbed in her hands. When I was seconds away, I grabbed hold of her hand, guiding her to go faster. My body tensed as cum shot up into the air, three squirts and a long slow drooling release, as I held her steady. She blurted out, "Wow, that was cool! Look at all of it! I didn't think it was going to shoot that high! I wish I could cum like that. Looks like it felt better than mine did." My body did enjoy the collapse against hers as I came, possibly more than collapsing back into my own bed.
Unfortunately, now we were both a mess and needed showers again. My sister had my cum on one of her legs, her fore-arm and some on her night-gown. My pillow had a small wet patch on it, from her juices, and both of our hands were covered in cum dribble. Though it was a lot less sticky than the stuff in the shower, which was more like rubber cement, it was still kind-of gummy. The towel sat bunched-up underneath me, which was used to do a quick clean-up.
Olivia dared me to taste it, knowing I would not, before cleaning the last bit off her arm. I told her that I would taste her, if she tasted me, already knowing I might like her taste as her smell was seductively toxic to me already. I had no idea what I tasted like, nor did I want to know. However, she slid a finger into her partially dried hole, and tasted herself, saying, "Well I taste good, so you better too, or I will make you taste yourself. I am not going to let you get away with a mouth-full of candy if mine is going to be full of yucky glue!"
I couldn't argue with that analogy, but I only agreed because I wanted to taste her real bad after all of this. My mouth was literally watering, just thinking about it. "Okay, but if I taste bad, and you taste good... Can I have seconds?" I was not sure how to word it, but seconds sounded appropriate at the time. Since she described it as if it were some kind of delicious desert. "Fine, but only if yours tastes nasty, and you have tried it. If it tastes good, well... I might try to get more out of you!"
I wasn't sure I had more. It felt like I was surely tapped-out and completely drained, but my throbbing erection seemed to suggest otherwise. "Okay, can I go first, since you already know you taste good. Just to be fair...", I pleaded. She leaned back, with her back arched in the air, pushing it nearly right up to my face. "Yup, you can go first, but you have to lick me to get it. I got the last drop. Just lick my nubby like you did with your fingers." I didn't waste any time trying, but I was not in the best position to do this.
I came around from her side and climbed right between her legs. She looked so sexy with her puffy mound raised high in the air, partially split from the way she was arched. Her hands were holding her ass up, from underneath, as if she were serving a plate of vagina to me. My head lowered, my nose secretly taking-in her scent as my tongue stretched to penetrate her slit. She watched from the awkward position, as my tongue parted her puffy mound and pressed into the sensitive bud of flesh.
She squirmed as I rolled my tongue around it, begging me not to stop. I could already taste the juices that were beginning to flow from her. She was right, she did taste good, real good. I could not help trying to suckle more out of her, which made her collapse in pleasure, wanting more of that feeling. Her hands quickly came around, from under her ass, which was now laying on the bed. As I lowered my head, to her new position, she was holding her lips wide open, "Do that again, but try licking in my hole too."
I surely wasn't going to resist that offer. I had only hoped for a little taste, now I was getting a full meal and hopefully a little desert. I wondered if this would make her cum again. This seemed like it was headed in that direction as I pushed my tongue as deep as it would go, into her hole. There was a slight metallic taste, almost bitter-sweet inside. More juices came as I suckled on her nubby and tongued her hole. She kept closing her legs around my head and trying to raise her hips as I continued. Then, with a convulsive blast of hot juice, she folded over on top of my head, legs nearly squeezing my head off.
Olivia was panting like a dog and had just screeched like baby hawk, though it was muffled by her hands. Her hips pulled away, or she pulled my head away, as I finished licking my lips clean of her cum. The rest of my mouth and chin was glossy with her juice, which she came to clean off my face, ending with another deep passionate kiss. "Did I cum in your mouth? I felt like I was squirting, like you were. That felt even better than masturbating, like, a lot, lot, lot better!" I replied, "You squirted a lot of juice at the end. It was thicker and sweet. I just hope mine doesn't taste bad... Well, actually I hope it does, so I can do this to you again."
Olivia smiled, "If it tastes good or bad, I'll let you do that again, and again, and again... Hell, I might make you do that every time I need to masturbate." I smiled back, "Well, now you have to try mine. Would it be cheating if I mixed it with some of yours, if it does taste bad and I have to try it?" Olivia smiled back at me, looking at the glob that still remained on her arm, "Tell you what. Since you made me feel that good, just now... If it tastes bad, I won't make you taste it, if you don't want to." I just smiled back, with a sigh of relief. "Deal... Now try it!"
Funny that I was so demanding of her to try it. I honestly hoped it did taste good, just because I wanted to feel her mouth on my erection. I watched in anticipation as she slowly brought her tongue to the glob of white cum on her arm. Seemed to take forever as she approached it, but finally got some on her tongue and tasted it. She gave no indication of good or bad taste, but took another lick, slightly bigger this time. Still no apparent reaction from her as she rolled her eyes, as if she were at some kind of fancy restaurant, tasting wine. Finally, she licked-up the whole gob, leaving none behind.
"Well, is it good or bad?", I impatiently asked. She said nothing, but pulled me completely onto the bed, next to her. "Lay down.", she said... I laid down, unsure what she was going to do. I thought she might try to spit that last glob into my mouth or something. Instead, she started kissing the tip of my erection, which was now leaking a little fluid itself. The juices smeared with sticky lines that connected to her lips as she glossed them over. She licked her lips, after looking right into my eyes, and said, "Doesn't taste as good as mine, but I think that was because it was cold. Can I..." She licked the head of my erection, "try getting some...", another lick, "fresh cum from you?"
My erection was throbbing wildly in her tight grip. There was a bead forming right at the tip, of clear juice. Her eyes fixated on it, watching it build as she licked her lips, waiting for an answer from me. "Yes", I sort-of moaned, out of desperation. My head spun as I watched her take the head of my erection into her mouth and start rolling her tongue around it. She was giving it painfully long sucking sessions, and grazing the more sensitive spots with her teeth. It was a pleasureful pain that I wanted to be less painful, "Teeth!" She quickly adjusted, without replying, taking more of my erection deeper into her mouth.
My brain went back into black-out mode as I uttered the words, "cuuummming, cuuuummming", which made her suck harder. My last load of the night was hardly one of greatness, but was one that apparently didn't taste bad to her. Olivia kept licking and sucking, which made me feel like I was having a continuous explosion of release. Eventually, as she had done, I pulled away and pried her mouth off my spent and super-sensitive erection. "So, want to taste it? I saved a little?", she said through a half-full mouth of my cum. "No, I'll... take your... word..." She closed her mouth and finished swallowing the last of my spunk. "Actually, it does taste a little better when it is fresh.", she said with a smile.
Exhausted, and once again, unclean, we carefully cleaned-up. "We are lucky that Mom and Dad didn't wake-up. We were kind-of noisy.", I said. Olivia, possibly having some inside information, said, "I think it is that stuff Mom was smoking out in the garage before. Dad smoked some too, and he doesn't smoke Moms cigarettes. It's probably drugs, and made them sleepy." I had no idea that Mom smoked anything other than cigarettes, and I had no idea what drugs actually were, or that you smoked them, but I trusted her assessment, as it seemed to make sense.
THE END... Until the next story... For another day...
>>581994412 >i put the condom on, lubed up ( usually didn't have to do this but you all know how the backdoor works)
>and then I slid mom's vibrator inside my sister, the realization of what I was doing, the taboo I was committing it was almost like I was bringing mom into this against her will and I liked it.
>I wanted the control, I wanted to replace those feelings of guilt with feelings of power... I wanted her... I wanted them both
> the first she started calling me "master" and wanted me to call her "slave" or "yoko" ( character from a manga we had just read)
> told her no, tonight your "mommy" ( we had already played mother and son games a few times, but was always very clearly based on characters we had just read about.. this time was different I had someone else in my mind.)
>>581995508 Sorry to hear you have a reading comprehension intolerance for 3 pages of text... Sure that skill will come in handy at the quick-e-mart, where everything is only half a page long and green-text.
Bet you live off 2-min porn clips too, because 30-min is just waaaay too long for you to sit and watch.
The following few days we quickly slipped back to older habits of being overly close and had a lot of time to spend together due to it being winter break. I didn't complain or question because I finally got my sister back.
One night she called me into her room and sat me down on her bed next to her and began rambling on about our relationship with each other and so on spilling her spaghetti everywhere before finally just saying "I love you as more than a brother as well." before kissing me. My first kiss being with my sister. We kissed for a rather long time. This was never brought up again for a while.
When school started again she began driving me to and from school and began ignoring outings with friends to take me places. As the weeks went on we both got closer and closer to each other and she even stole kisses from me. The icing on the cake was when spring break rolled around and she got invited to go to some beach with her friends and she declined to hang out with me.
Once again our parents weren't home and she walked into my room naked and blushing blood red. She mumbled I couldn't hear before pouncing on me and kissing me with a lot of tongue. I resisted at first until I just layed back and tried my best to participate when I realized I really wanted this more than I ever thought. When she felt my boner rub up against her she sat up and grinded me through my boxers with her cunt like she was riding me. I came rather quickly and she kept going constantly saying "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" until she finally let out a squeal as she came and left a nice warm spot all over my boxers and I came at least one more time. Before she could run away I hugged her tight and told her many times that I loved her more than any girl and never wanted to let her go.
The following years we were essentially a couple. We fucked, kissed, and dated until she finished college and moved out but told me when I finished I could go live with her.
Ah, the freedom gained from role-playing. I learned about it from my cousin (she was two years younger, at 8 to my 10).
Many years later I'd use it with my niece when she was nine... to very good effect.
By being other people she could pretend to be closer to my age and vice versa. As other people we could do things without any reservation, because "we" weren't doing and saying what we were doing...our "characters" were doing these things...
>>581998183 >I want to do it so bad, but I only played "game" with her, no penetration. >I think she knows what I'm doing to her and love it, because she became really clingy on me now
Use the old roll-play thing with her.Ask her if she had someone she crushed hard on and have her tell you the dude's name. Then roll-play with you being that unrequitted love-interest... If she gets into it well enough, she'll fuck your socks off....
>>581999617 I've played games with her since she was 7(not really sexual, I was young too), we just never crossed the line. I have another little sister, semi-related, 8yo, she's not as beautiful as her older sister, but might as well do it with her if the older is not ready for it.
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