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les atiye 48 kaldığı yerden devam nurtenle yatakta uzanmış sohbetimiz arasında nurten bana tatile beraber çıkamak konusunda ne düşünüyorsun tekrar sordu bende olur gidelim dedim nereye gitmek istersin diye sordu bilimem nereye gitmek istersen benim için sorun değil dedi bende gülümseyip dudaklarına öpücük kondurdum mykonos adasına ne dersin dedim nurten biraz durakladı olur ben yarın ofise gectiğimde otel biletleri ayırmalarını söylerim dedi bende tamam olur dedim nurten kaç gün kalmak istersin diye sordu bilmem onada sen karar veririsin dedim yatakta birbirimizi sarmış konuşuyorduk nurtenin telefonu çalmaya başladı yataktan kalkıp çantasınıdan telefonu alıp yanıma tekrar uzandı bana bakarak sesiz ol deyip tellefona cevap verdi konuştuktan sonra kim diye sordum ofisten bazı işlerim var onları artık hemen bitirip tatile seninle rahat çıkmak istiyorum bu telefonun gelmesi iyi oldu bu kadının işini hemen bitirmek için uğraşıyım dedi bende anladım deyip nurtene sarıldım nurtende bana sarıldı iyiki benimle tatile gelmeyi kabul ettin beni nekadar sevindirdiğini düşünemesin dedi aradan baya zaman geçtikten sonra nurten kalkıp duşa girdi bende yatakta uzanmış hiç kalkacak halim yoktu nurten duştan çıktıktan sonra üzerini giynmeye başladı nurten bana sen kalkmıyacanmı diye sordu bende hiç halim yok kalkmayı düşünmüyorum dedim gülümsedi yanıma yaklaşıp dudaklarımdan öpmeye başladı bende nurtenini tutup üzerime doğru çekip sevişmeye başladım nurtende kaşılık veriyordu baya öpüştükten sonra nurten kalktı kendi üzerini düzelti hayırdır bugün baya azmışsın dedi bende gülmeye başladım sonra tekrar nurten dudaklarımdan öptü görüşürüz dedi bende görüşürüz dedim ve cıktı bende yatakta sağa sola dönüp duruyordum yatakttan gercekten hiç kalkmak istemiyordum yemek istiyordum ama yataktan kalkmak istemiyordum telefonumu alıp esmayı aradım konuştuktan sonra esma nerdesin diye sordum kafedeyim eğer musaitsen bana yemek getirirmisin dedim esmada evet musaittim getiririm sen nerdesin diye sordu ben villadayım uzanmışım yataktan kalmak istemiyorum dedim gülmeye başladı tamam ben birazdan getiririm özelikle istediğin birşey varmı diye sordu fark etmez sen ne istersen getir canım dedim telefonu kapattım kalkp elbise odasına girdim giyecek birşeylere bakıyordum amazondan istediğimiz gelmişti meltem bana hiç konu açmamıştı kutuyu açıktı içindekilere baktım baya güzeldiler sonrada elime aldığım strapon kemerini belime bağladım bay güzel durmuştu aynada bakınıyordum kendime kutuya baktığımda kaykanlaştırıcı jel de vardı jeli güzel şeyler vardı bakınırken esmanın sesini duydum nerdesin kız diye sesleniyordu bende jeli açıp strapon penğsüne bolca sürdüm yatak odasını kapısının arkasında bekleyerek esmanın gelmesini bekliyordum esmya yatak odasına girdiğinde arkasından sarılıp hoş geldin canım dedim esmada yemak aşağıda bıraktım dedi bende iyi yaptın deyip esmayı yatağa doğru ittim dur kız neyapıyorsun diyordu bende sus birazdan görürsün deyip başına yatağa bastırdım elbisesini yukarı kaldırıp külotlu çorabını vekülotunu hepsini aşağı indirp penisi amcığına dayadım penis jelle beraber direk amcığına kaydı esmanın attığı çığlık yolla kadar gitmiştir diye düşündüm elimle ağzını kapatım hızlı bir şekilde amcığının içinde kayıyordum esmada çığlık atmay devam ediyordu bense onu duymuyor hız git gel yapamaya başlamıştım esma elim ağzından çekip yavaş ol diyordu bense esma yavaş ol dedikce hızlanıyor poposuna tokat atmaya başlamıştim esma inliyor dur diyordu bende daha sert vurmaya başlamıştım kes artık sesini diyor amcığını sert bir şekilde amcığına vururak sikiyordum esmanın amcığını esmanın başını yatağa bastırıp git gelleri hızlandırmıştım esmanın çığlıkları beni bay azdırmış ve hoşuma gidiyordu ben esmnanın amcığına sert vurdukca penisi esmanın inlemeleri daha yüksek çıkıyordu bir yandan siliyor bir yandan poposunu kızartırcasına sert vuruyordum vurdukca esma çığlık atıyordu penisi esmanın amcığının içinde tutup hareket etiriyor parmağımı esmanın göt deliğine sokup cıkarıyordum esma inledikce inliyordu bu beni tahrik ediyor azdırıyordu ikinci parmağımı göt deliğine sokup cıkarmaya başlamıştım esma ne yapacağımı anlamıştı hayır şimdi ordan yapamı istemiyorum diyordu bende dumazlıktan gelip poposuna sert vurarak ne dedin duynmadın esma diye yüksek sesle soruyordum ve pğoposunu tokatlıyor sıkıyordum poposu baya kızarmıştı efendim esma ne dedin duymadım diye tekrar soruyordum esma ordan yapma istemiyorum diyordu simdi yapma lütfen diyordu bende penisi amcığından cıkarıp göt deliğine dayadım esma başını kaldırmaya çalışırken tekrar başını yatağa bastırdim ve penisin başını göt dediğinde içeri soktuğumda esmanın çığlık atarken basını yastığa bastırdı esma sesinin fazla cıkması için bunu yapması cok hoşuma gitmişti göt deiliğin içinde kayamaya başlamışti artik penis zorlamadan git gel yapıyordum esmanında artık zevke geldiği belli oluyordu bende hem göt deliğini sikiyor hemde poposuna tokat atıyordum popsunu sıkıyordum benim vucudum dan terler akmaya başlamıştı vucudum yanıyordu artık penisi esmanın göt deliğinden cıkarıp tekrar esmanın amcığına sokup cıkarıyor içinde daireler yapıyor penisi esmının amcığının içinde oynatıyordum esmanın kasılmalar inlemeleri baya artmıştı boşalacağı baya belliydi penisi amcığından çekip başımı amcığına dayayıp yalamaya başlamıştım esma inliyor kasılıyordu dilimi içine sokup cikarıyordum jelin çilek tatdı ayrı bir zevkle yalıyordum birden esma ağzıma boşalmaya başladı bende akan balını yalıyor emiyordum esma birden kendini yatağın üzerine bırakıp bacaklarını kendinbe doğru çekti bende kalkıp yanına uzandım esma baya bitkin haldeydi bu benim cok hoşuma gitmişti esmanın yüzüne bakıp gülümsüyordum esma bana baktı bitirdin beni nefes alış verişini düzeltmeye çalışıyordu bende yüzünü okşuyor saçlarını okşuyordum ufak öpücükler konduruyordum dudaklarına

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Üç yıl önce kaldığım evden yeni taşınmış olmam ve yeni eve de tam olarak yerleşememem nedeniyle ailemin evine sık gidip geliyordum. Bir akşam annem kapıcının, memleketten kız kardeşinin muayene amacıyla geldiğini, radyoloji bölümünde çalıştığım hastanede işlemlerine ön ayak olup olamayacağımı sorduğunu söyledi ve mümkünse de yardım etmemi istedi. Ben de sık karşılaştığım bu durum için olur dedim. Hangi polikliniğe gideceklerini sormasını söyledim. Hastanedeyken arayan annem kadın hastalıkları ve doğum kliniğine gideceklerini söyleyince oradaki tanıdığım arkadaşlardan ertesi gün için sabahın uygun saatinde sıra aldırdım, anneme de ertesi sabah gelmelerini ve beni bulmalarını söyledim. Akşam eve gidince annem, sabah kapıcı Adem, karısı ve kız kardeşini de hastaneye götürüp götüremeyeceğimi sorunca isteksiz olarak kabul ettim.

Sabah indiğimde üçü de kapıda bekliyordu. Adem kız kardeşinin, memleketleri olan, İç Anadolu’nun bir ilçesinden geldiğinden, eniştesinin orada bekçi olması nedeniyle gelemediğinden, bir çocukları olduğundan falan bahsetti. Kapıcının kız kardeşi karısının tıpkısının aynısı, başı geleneksel kapalı, hafif balık etli, muhtemelen daha genç olmasına rağmen 28-30 yaşlarında görünen, köylü güzeli denebilecek aşamayı geçmiş bir kadındı. Hastanede gidecekleri kliniğe baktık ve arkadaşıma kafeteryada beklediğimizi söyledim. Bu arada çay ve kahvaltılık bir şeyler söyledim ve biraz oturduk lafladık ancak kadın hastalığı olduğu için utanıp sıkılırlar diye rahatsızlığını sormadım. Adem ayrıca dışarıda çalıştığı için fazla kalamayacağını söyledi. Biz Adem’le kalktık ve karısı Nuray’a ve kız kardeşi Esma’ya beni beklemelerini söyledim ve yerime gittim.

Bir süre sonra arkadaşım arayınca bunları götürdüm ve arkadaşımın ilgileneceğini söyledim. Yaklaşık bir saat sonra arayan arkadaşım kısaca röntgen yoluyla rahim incelemesi anlatabileceğim bir film istediklerini söyledi. Ben bunların yanına gittim ve kafeteryaya getirdim. Anılan yöntemi anlattım ve adetin yedi ila on gün sonrasında uygulanabileceğini, öncesinde de ilaç alması gerektiğini anlattım. Kapıcının karısı Nuray da sorunun da adetinin düzensiz olması ve bundan dolayı da hamile kalamaması olduğunu söyledi. Esma da zaten iki aydır adet görmediğini nihayet görmesi üzerine muayeneye geldiğini ve adetinin 5. gününde olduğunu söyleyince ben ilaçlarını yazdım ve iki gün sonra gelmelerini söyledim.

İki gün sonra Adem gelemeyeceğini söyleyip gidince Esma ve yengesiyle hastaneye gittik. Yengesi dışarıda beklerken ben yöntemi Esma’ya anlattım ve rahmine tüpe benzer bir şey sokacağımızı ve görüntü alacağımızı, sonrasında biraz ağrı yapacağını ve hazırlanmasını söyledim. Esma alt kısmını, üzerini örttükten biraz da sıkılarak sonra çıkardı. Ancak benim rahatlığımı görünce o da rahatladı. Cinsel organı tertemizdi ve hazırlık yaptığı belliydi. Sadece üçgen bölgesinde yeni çıkmaya başlamış kıllar vardı. Bir çok kimseyi önceden uyarmamıza rağmen pis ve kokulu bir cinsel organla gelirken Esma’nın bu şekilde gelmesini takdir etmiştim. İşlem bittikten sonra görüntüleri de alarak arkadaşa gittik ve ben onları tekrar bıraktım. Esma biraz kıvranır halde olduğu için muayene bittikten sonra eve götürmeyi teklif ettim ve öğle arasında da bunları eve bıraktım. Yolda da biraz havadan sudan lafladık, daha çok Esma konuşuyordu ben aynadan baktıkça o da bana bakıyordu. Ben herhangi bir şeye yormadım ve aklıma da başka şey getirmedim.

Aradan birkaç gün geçti ve ben sabah nöbet çıkışı kahvaltı için ailemin evine gittim. Kahvaltıdan ve biraz kestirdikten sonra peder, bodrumda fazla eşyalar olduğunu işe yarayacak olan şeyleri alabileceğimi söyledi. Birlikte aşağıya bodruma indik. Bodrumda Adem’lerin evi, onun karşısında da birkaç tane salon büyüklüğünde bölme vardı. Peder bodrumun tozu kendisini rahatsız ettiği için beni bıraktı ve eve çıktı. Gözüme birkaç parça eşya kestirdim ama tek başıma çekmek, çıkarmak ve almak zor olacaktı. Pazar olması nedeniyle Adem’e seslendim. Kapıya Esma geldi. Kapıya gelirken omuzlarından aldığı eşarpla başını örttü. Üzerinde krem rengi tişört ve diz altı hizasında lacivert etek vardı. Hastalığı üzerine birkaç soru sordum, Esma ise bana çok yakın bir tanıdık samimiyetiyle konuştu. Adem’in o gün de çalıştığını, yengesinin de temizliğe gittiğini söyledi ve kendisinin yardım edebileceğini söyledi. Kendisini bir süre süzdüm ve zahmet etmemesini söyledim, o ise yardım edeceğini beş dakika sonra geleceğini söyledi. Ben de bir sigara yakarak etrafı karıştırmaya başladım ama Esma aklımdan çıkmadı bir süre ve birden sertleşmiştim durduk yerde.

Bu arada Esma geldi, üzerine ince ve uzun kollu bir hırka giymiş ve yaygın rastlanan bir kadın parfümü sürünmüştü. Ama kokusu beni baştan çıkarmıştı ve eşya almak falan kafamdan çıkmıştı. Ne alacağımı falan sorunca kararsız olduğumu karıştırınca karar vereceğimi söyledim birlikte uzun kalabilmek için. Bir yandan da onu süzüyordum. Esma gibi bir kadınla olmak hiç aklıma dahi gelmemişken şu anda onunla sevişebilmek için can atıyor haldeydim. Üstelik öğleden sonra da kız arkadaşımla buluşacaktım. Birlikte yan yana bir dolabı ve ters dönmüş kanepeyi çektikten sonra durduk, parfüm ve kendi kokusu karışmış bir şekilde aklımı almıştı. Eğilmiş bir haldeyken bilinçsiz bir şekilde kokusunun çok güzel olduğunu söyledim ve doğruldum, yüzüne baktığımda kızarmış ve bana gülümsüyordu. Yanından geçip bir şeye bakıyor gibi yaparken parmaklarım parmaklarına değdi, o anda ben durdum ve başka şeye bakıyor gibi yaptım, Esma da elini çekmeyince parmaklarımı oynattım. Tepki verdiğini görünce diğer elimi yüzüne götürdüm ve okşadım. Öpmek için hamle yapınca yüzünü kaçırdı, “bir gelen olur” dedi. Bunun üzerine kendimi kaybettim ve sarıldım, yüzünü ve boynunu öpmeye başladım, o ise hala “yapmayalım, bir gelen olur” diyordu. İçeri gidelim deyince, yengesinin veya dışarıda oynayan yeğenlerinin gelebileceğini söyledi. Ben bunun üzerine belinden kavrayarak bunu öpmeye devam ettim, boynunu öptükçe nefes alış verişi sıklaşmaya ve inlemeye başladı ve benim çok iyi birisi olduğumu, kendisini sevmemi söylüyordu. Bir elimle tişörtünün altından ve sütyeninin üzerinden memelerini okşarken diğer elimle de kalçalarını sertçe sıkıyordum.

Etrafta üzerine yatılabilecek bir şey yoktu ve tek kanepe de tersti, çevirmek mümkün değildi. Ben hemen Esma’yı bıraktım ve dışarıdan fark edilmemek için dış kapıyı kapatarak ışığını da söndürdüm. Esma bıraktığım gibi dikiliyordu. Tekrar sarıldım ve dudaklarından öpmeye başladım, çok acemice öpüşüyor ama bu beni daha da azdırıyordu. Beni çok azdırdığını söyleyince, “ben bir şey yapmadım, sen yaptın dedi” güldü ve bir elini sikimin üzerine getirip sıkmaya başladı. Başını sağa sola oynattıkça eşarbı omuzlarına düştü. Ben de iki elimle kalçalarını sıkıyor, eteğinin üzerinden külotunun lastikli dikiş yerlerini çekip bırakıyordum. Bahar başlangıcı olamasına rağmen çok terlemiştik ikimiz de. Sonra hırkasını çıkardım ve tişörtünü yukarıya doğru sıyırıp beyaz sütyeninden memelerini çıkardım ve sertleşmiş uçlarını sırayla ve uzun uzun emdim. Esma’dan sadece ı-ıh ı-ıh sesleri çıkıyor ve ara sıra “sev beni” diyordu. Eteğini kalçalarına doğru sıyırıp elimi külotunun kalça kısmından içeri soktum ve kalçalarının serinliğini hissettim. Parmağımı arka deliğine bastırdıkça kalçalarını sağa sola oynatmaya başladı ve başını göğsüme yasladı ve gözlerini kapatarak ı- ıh ı- ıh sesi çıkarmaya devam etti. Arka deliğinden amına yetişebildiğim kadar indiğimde çok ıslandığını fark ettim, Esma’nın kulağına içine girmek istediğimi fısıldadım. O ise sadece “sev beni, çok sev beni” diyordu.

Bunun üzerine dayanamayarak pantolonumun önünü açtım ve ayaklarıma düşürdüm. Esma’yı da döndürdüm ve biraz yüksekte olan ve ters çevrilmiş kanepeye dayadım ve eteğini beline kadar sıyırarak kalçalarını meydana çıkardım. Mavi bir külot giymişti. Onu da dizlerine kadar sıyırdım ve biraz kalçalarını okşadıktan sonra sikimi amının sularıyla iyice ıslattım ve bir elimle belinden kavrayarak içine yavaş yavaş girdim. İçi acayip sıcak ve ıslaktı. Esma’dan sadece ı-ıh ı-ıh diye ses çıkıyordu. Bense kah belinden kah kalçalarından tutarak gidip geliyordum. Bir süre sonra gittikçe yükselen bir sesle ve artan sıklıkla Esma “sev beni, sev beni” demeye başladı ve kısa sürede sesinin tonu düştü ve bu kez yorgun bir sesle “oh, ben oldum” dedi. Anlamadım ve ne olduğunu sorunca “işte oldum ya” deyince orgazm oldum demek istediğini anladım. Bense yüzümden ve göğsümden terler boşalır şekilde içinde gidip gelmeye devam ediyordum. Boşalacağımı hissedince hızlandım ve o sırada da Esma “içime akıtma” dedi ama geç kalmıştı. Birden durup içine gelmeye başladım, tekrar başladım ve sonra yavaşlayarak ve nefes nefese kalarak durdum. Boşaldığımı anlayınca “içime akıtma dedim” diyerek sitem edince zaten tedavi boyunca hamile kalamayacağını söyleyerek rahatlattım. İçinden çıkınca spermlerim kütle halinde külotunun üzerine düştü. Esma da külotunu çıkararak amını iyice temizledi ve külotunu hırkasının cebine koydu, eşarbını tekrar düzeltti ve “gideyim de aramasınlar dedi” ve gitti. Tüm bunlar yirmi dakikada olup bitmişti. Ben de yere çömelerek terimi sildim ve biraz soluklandıktan sonra eşyayı falan bırakarak kendi evime gittim.

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I squirm feeling you just watching me, seeing your self-satisfied smirk as I feel your cum slowly seeping outside my pussy. Thankfully you had added a soft blanket underneath me so that the fur rug isn’t destroyed by our combined juices.

After a few moments of just watching me squirm you kneel beside me, scooping up some of the juices escaping and feeding it to me, my tongue licking your fingers clean. Then you untie me and allow me to get up, pulling me close, your hands roaming all over my body, as you bend down and whisper in my ear ‘my good little girl.’

I shiver and melt in your arms, my arms going around your back, feeling the slight chill in the air as the fireplace slowly dies down. Going into the bathroom we chat a little bit as we shower, me soaping you up, washing you off, you doing the same to me, and I tell you how much I enjoyed being bound by you (my cuffs are off but the collar is chainlink made of stainless steel, so it is left on.)

Of course I touch you as often as possible, leaning my head against your chest, and you are doing the same, caressing me, pulling on my nipples. We get out of the shower and towel off (I wrap my hair turban style) and while I dry my hair you get into a pair of shorts and sit down on the sofa.

After my hair is semi-dry I sit down on the sofa next to you, cuddling up under a cover. I pull out my book and we read for an hour or so just like that (me nude.) Of course you don’t leave my body alone, but keep me aroused even as we read our separate books.

After the long trip there we are both a bit tired so we are soon in bed, me curling up next to you, your arms circling around me, holding me close, and we both drift off to sleep. I awake once during the night, feeling your cock push against my pussy, and I lift my leg giving you enough room. It goes in fairly easily (though not as easily earlier) as I am always wet for your cock Sir, and I feel your hands caress my breasts, your breath hot against my neck, and you push your cock inside me, fucking me slowly until you cum inside my pussy. I meow softly, you pet my head, and we both fall asleep again.

I wake up all nice and warm, and I wriggle a little bit, feeling your cock right against my pussy, already sporting morning wood. Mmmmm, I squirm around and duck under the covers and start licking your cock. After a few minutes I can feel your hand petting my head, and I shiver and start kissing and biting (very gently!) in earnest, licking your balls, softly sucking on them, then coming back up I start to suck on your cock, just the head at first.

I can feel myself getting wet just sucking on your cock, illegal bahis and I clench my legs together as I take more of your cock inside my mouth. You just lay back allowing me to service your cock, until you get close, then you pull my head down on your hard cock, and I feel it enter my throat. I gag on it just a moment, then I feel you shoot your warm cum inside my throat, pulling out just a bit at the last so I can taste your seed. Mmmmm.

After swallowing the last bit of your cum I scramble back up into your arms, and we laugh and cuddle for a little bit, me playfully nipping your neck and chest, you pulling and biting my nipples, and giving me warm possessive kisses. Eventually I ask you what you would like for breakfast, and once I know what it is I slip out of bed after getting another head-spinning kiss.

I bend over to put on some fuzzy socks and a negligee and go into the kitchen after using the restroom and brushing out my hair. You follow soon behind me and I pour out a glass of milk for you.

I tease you a little bit by bending over and pretending to milk my breast into your glass of milk, and you laugh and pull my nipple harder, at which I squeal. Laughing I turn back to the stove and your eggs and sausage, making sure nothing was burning. You take a swipe at my ass as I bend over and laughing I turn around and shake my spatula at you, telling you if you don’t want burned eggs you should just go sit back down. Grinning you do so, taking a seat at the kitchen table, sipping your milk as you watch me bustle around the kitchen.

You are dressed in blue jeans and a button down shirt, socks and shoes already on. Finally everything is done and we sit down to eat. As soon as the food is done I take off the gown and place it on the back of my chair, leaving my body open for your viewing pleasure.

It is just a tad chilly in the room and my nipples are instantly hard, pebbling up on my breasts. Every once in awhile you will lean over and flick them just a bit. When we are finished you tell me that my outfit is laid out for me and to put my hair in a ponytail, then we both clean up the kitchen, making sure everything is put away.

Curious I go into the bedroom and gasp as I see what you have left out for me. It is a warm sweater, just a bit scratchy, a corduroy skirt (very stretchy,) and a pair of low-heeled ankle boots, nice but sturdy, and no underwear. I wonder what you have planned as I put them on, guessing (correctly) you wanted me to leave my fuzzy socks on so that my feet will stay warm.

Back in the living room with you I watch as you pull on a light jacket (we had slept in so it is illegal bahis siteleri about 10am, roughly 45 degrees outside, not too cold, and the sun is shining.) You hold out my jacket for me and I slip into it. I notice a bulge in your pockets, but every time I ask you just laugh and tell me I will find out soon enough.

We hike into the woods at a leisurely pace, touching, laughing, joking around. Every once in a while you would push me up against a tree and kiss me passionately, or grab my ponytail and pull my head back, biting my neck. We reach a small waterfall, and I laugh out in enjoyment of the sight. The trees are still bare, but the view is striking.

You pull out a blindfold, and once I have it on you push me into the spot where you want me to be, taking off my jacket, rubbing my tender nipples through the sweater, making them swell with arousal. I feel something soft around my wrists, pulling them behind my back, and I realize it is rope.

I wonder what you are doing, but I trust you implicitly. I feel the cold air creep up the skirt and shirt as you pull my hands up behind my back until I am almost parallel to the ground.

I start to shiver and I realize you have tied it off to a tree when I feel no slack as your hands push up my skirt, baring my ass to the cold light of day. You also push my shirt up to my neck, leaving my breasts hanging down. I can feel you lean over me, I can feel your cock through your jeans pressing into my ass as your hands squeeze my breasts.

Cooing and telling me what a good pet I am you continue pulling and twisting my nipples, feeling me squirm, hearing me pant and squeal as you manipulate them for your pleasure. When you have me all nice and bothered you force my legs further apart and tell me not to move.

I am shivering, but not from the cold, I am so turned on, so aroused, that I cannot help it. I feel your hands brush up against my thighs, touching me from the inside of my thigh you run your hands down my leg, I feel you lick the inside of my knee, then you come back up the other thigh, but never touching my pussy.

I try to thrust back to feel your hands on my pussy but you just laugh, slap my ass and tell me to be still like a good little girl. I whimper, wondering what you have planned. All of a sudden I feel a small stinging sensation and I realize you brought the small paddle! You are not swinging it full force just yet, you are using the side with the fur, and soon I am into the spanking, lifting my ass up for each new hit.

Then you switch it around to just the leather, and the stinging is more sharp, but I love it, moaning, squealing canlı bahis siteleri with each hit until they get more rough, harder, my cries echoing in the woods, until my ass is a nice red color for you. Gasping I feel your hand pet my head, and I lean into the caress, shaking a little bit, leaning onto your thigh. I feel you pull on my hair and then I feel my head pulled back and realize you have somehow tied my ponytail to the rope. I can feel the stretch in my neck and I feel your hands circling my neck, squeezing just a little bit, just a bit of added pressure, and I shiver, whimpering.

I feel you push my head into your crotch, rubbing my face, feeling your hard cock through your jeans. I hear a smack sound, and gasp as I realize you had just hit my breasts! Slowly, lightly yet methodically, you spank my breasts with the paddle, feeling my cries straight against your cock, until you cannot handle it anymore and bring it out to allow me to suck on your cock while you hit my breasts.

I cry out in pain and pleasure as I feel you spank my nipples, then rub the fur side on them. I make sure my teeth do not touch your cock, but it is difficult as you push and pull me, on and off your cock, while spanking my breasts.

You drop the paddle and use your hands to squeeze my warm red breasts, rolling my nipples. I squeal on your hard cock, and you can feel the vibrations as I suck on your hard cock. You hold my head steady and fuck my face, the blindfold soaking up the tears as you use my mouth for your pleasure. I can feel the ropes holding my head in the position you want.

I feel you withdraw and I whimper, my tongue sticking out, wanting your cock inside me, needing your cum. Without warning I feel you slam into me from behind and I shriek as you plow my soaking wet pussy! The rope still holding my head up, you grab my hips and forcibly fuck me, one hand starts to rub my clit as I gyrate as much as possible, trying to please my Master.

There is no trying to be quiet and I beg you for your cum, beg you for an orgasm, whimper and moan as you pull on the rope, pulling my head higher, arching my back to take you as deep as possible. You finally allow me to cum on your cock, and as soon as you feel my pussy spasm on your cock you push as deep inside me as possible and cum inside my pussy, filling your pet with your seed.

After staying like that for a moment you come back to my face and I clean your cock of both our juices, and then I hear the zip of your pants. I hear you walk away and I remember seeing a bench close by, knowing you are just sitting there watching me as I hang from your bondage.

When I start to shiver a little bit you come back over and undo the ropes, rubbing my wrists and arms, you pull down my skirt and sweater, help me put my jacket back on, and then we both sit on the bench, cuddling and watching the water for a little bit.

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The Other Child Ch. 02

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Ballgag

*Lust and Love can run at cross purposes; control your Lust because Love will always take you farther*

(Another great job of editing by Steve150177)

(This tale uses racial stereotypes for the sake of the story; these are not things I hold to be true)

(This is not really an incest story as there is no blood relation and little familial bond)

Workout Buddy

Wednesday Morning I was just warming up when Zuiko came stumbling in looking angry with the world. I’d only then finished my warm-up and I saw she was forgoing the pleasure when Dulce, our morning housekeeper gave me a call over the inter-house system. Dulce was Maria’s cousin’s brother-in-law’s daughter so she carried some weigh around here despite her youth. Maria had brought me up to speed on the true hierarchy of this place.

“Senor Duke, there is a…policia, a mujer policia waiting for you — at the gate,” she informed me. I tapped the number for the gate.

“Hello, Daniel La Roche here, how may I help you?” I called out hopefully.

“Duke, this is Holiday Lake,” my policewoman friend from my YMCA work out days greeted me. Since she was municipal PD, we shouldn’t have had a professional problem — especially at 6 am.

“Come on up, I’ll buzz the gate,” I told her. Zuiko gave me a studied look because I’d just invited a person into her house who she didn’t know. I opted to explain things to Dulce because she actually mattered in this. From the part of the Hemisphere Dulce came from, the police were rarely her friend.

Once we were square that Ms. Lake was a friend back when my real mother was dying everything was good. No employee here was going to need to slip over the back fence until the situation died down because I vouched for Holiday and Maria vouched for me. Donato brought Holiday to our room — he was our guy who handled, amongst other things, the sprinkler system.

Maria said he was from Peru and I believed her; he was a plumber back home but here he worked on the hydroponics systems in Dad’s greenhouses as well as oversaw the lawns. His English was dreadful but he knew French and Portuguese fluently. He was normally very quiet but Holiday had Donato talking up a storm when they arrived.

He bowed politely and departed leaving me to rush into Holiday’s arms.

“Hey Kiddo,” she patted the side of my face. “I’ve missed you too.” Zuiko cleared her throat loudly.

“Officer Holiday Lake, this is my stepmother Zuiko La Roche,” I introduced the two.

“What department are you with, why are you familiar with my ‘Son’ and aren’t you aware he is serving twenty month house arrest?” Zuiko sounded all icy.

“Calm down,” Holiday placed a warding hand on my chest and the other toward Zuiko. “I met Duke when his biological mother was suffering from cancer.”

“We took some of the same YMCA classes ending with a self-defense class,” she smiled my way. “We always ended up sparing because his size was already intimidating the other classmates”. (She was referring to my body mass index that weightlifting was only starting to augmented back then — honest).

“I had a chance to take a Krav Maga class downtown and I offered Duke a chance to join me, we partnered up again and stayed that way until he went to college,” Officer Holiday turned her friendliness toward Hotness. “I recently heard he had some troubles and I’m repaying the help he gave me then with some support now. I’ve come by to teach him some of the moves I’ve been taught in the past five months while he’s been away — if that is okay?”

“It is not okay,” Hotness grumbled.

“It will be just fine,” I got out a moment later. Zuiko and I locked gazes. “I am certainly allowed to have a police officer over if she wishes to help me work out.”

“I think we’ll let the Sheriff’s department decide on what kind of martial arts nonsense you are allowed Daniel,” Zuiko zinged back my way.

“LAPD Patrol Officer Holiday Lake,” my old buddy began. She read off her badge number as well. I could tell she was a bit queasy about confrontations with other law enforcement due to her past troubles inside the force but she was not backing down on account of me and what I’d gone through. As far as I’d been able to tell, I was her only guy-friend since her difficulties with a sexual harassment suit versus one of her superiors.

Zuiko stormed off and Holiday shot me an inquisitive eye.

“I have no idea and let’s go get your car. It’s not safe to leave a beater like yours on the street here,” I jibed. It is said by some of the staff that the street sweepers took out any car that was over three years old if left unattended. They were only half-joking.

At the bottom of the driveway my ankle bracelet gave me a warning beep so I had to give her my code and waited for Holiday to drive up. Her car, an ancient Pontiac, was definitely road-bait so we stashed it near the pool gate and rushed back to the gym. We were still working Holiday through her warm up when Zuiko came back to announce the Sheriff’s department mersin escort was sending out some Deputies to ‘settle the matter’.

Seeing that Holiday and I were being ‘intimate’, she stormed off again.

“That girl needs to check her hormone levels,” Holiday mocked my general situation.

“I thought it was because she hates my guts and I banged one of her daughter’s friends yesterday afternoon,” I groaned.

“Seriously,” Holiday tsk-tsked me, “couldn’t you be somewhat discreet? Your Dad took you in after all.” I then gave her the skinny on my circumstances and Holiday darkened incredibly.

“Damn it,” Holiday groused, “I wish you had called me; I would have taken you in.”

“A convict sleeping on your sofa is the last thing your career needs, Ohlie,” I smiled.

Ohlie stood for Officer Holiday Lake — OHL — Ohlie. I think I’m the only one to use it but she didn’t mind.

“I think I passed my Sergeant’s exam too,” Ohlie snorted. “I called but all your numbers were disconnected, sorry.”

“Guess whose fault that was?” I winked back. “She really wants me gone. I hate to think about how stuffed my Inbox is on my email account — wait, my account expired last month; oh well.”

“So you really had sex with some girl — of age — outside of a bedroom yesterday?” she teased.

“Hard Money Sex,” I bragged. “I was ridden like Orb at the Kentucky Derby,” I added. Holiday got me interested in horse racing and breeding as a mental coping mechanism way back when.

“She had to be ambitious if she wasn’t calling out for the local and county LEA’s (Law Enforcement Agencies) plus God Almighty as she took on your equipment,” Holiday poked my ribs.

“Gee thanks Coach,” I mock-protested as I helped her off the warming mats and got ready for some sparring. We competed seriously for twenty minutes until Dulce called down to tell me that two Sheriff’s Deputies were coming up. I politely requested that she bring us two each of those Panamanian, Columbian and South Beach coffee blends plus six of those small, glazed croissants that are so tasty.

I knew we had some prepared because Zuiko loved to have a half dozen every morning. I also publicly resolved to give Dulce a feet massage after breakfast. The two deputies arrived first; Holiday showed them her badge and where her gun was stored in her gym bag. Zuiko showed up and glowered then redoubled her unhappiness when she had to sit powerlessly by as the two Deputies scarfed down her favorite pastries and drank her imported coffee.

The two officers fed off of Zuiko’s negativity; they decided I could have over a lawful police official who could teach me whatever she felt like as long as it didn’t involve a controlled or restricted substance because I was a lawful resident of this domicile and Holiday could have a firearm with her at all times because that was part of her job description.

They gave Zuiko the number of the county and city complaint lines if she wished to pursue the matter with the LAPD because there was nothing the Sheriff’s department could do as long as I followed my end of the agreement. They rounded off the visit by giving polite good-byes to Dulce and Holiday, a grunt to ‘Mom’ and a thank you to me for the ‘righteous drink and eats’ that they are going to tell the other patrol units about.

I warn them to be careful because every service call earned Dulce another feet or shoulder massage from me. They told me to suck it up because I was a convict. We laughed — we parted ways and Hotness was livid. I didn’t think Zuiko knew how this game was played but when she got back from some therapeutic shopping, she found I’d moved in next door to Cybil’s room on the second floor. I’d let her figure out that I was planning to get Scout to buy me a new computer on her credit card. If she knew of my purchases she might have attacked me.

Cracking Under the Pressure

It wasn’t really my intention when I started out to sleep with my Stepmother — not because of any fictitious familial tie and certainly not because she was married to my father, but because I didn’t like the woman’s personality and I thought no amount of available voluptuousness would compensate for that.

It turned out Ohlie could come three days a week to help me out but she promised to come by and use the pool as soon as her crappy schedule allowed. On the third day she was over, annoying Hotness, who decided to stick it out and see what real synergetic exercise was all about. After warming up, we practiced some KM then we went through our workouts before finishing with some jujitsu and finally synchronized centering techniques — part Tai Chi and part modern dance.

Seriously, they taught this at the Y, but nowhere else either of us has heard of, and it was some of the best breathing and extension moves I’d ever seen. Perversely, doing it in close proximity to a flexible, intelligent, friendly woman was not a problem for me because I didn’t concentrate on the boobs, crotch or face — you felt their breathing escort mersin and their muscles flexing and coiling.

The only flaw in all of this was the technique was this was mainly done in close contact either face to face, or front to back and if your partner had a tight, firm ass this could be a problem. I guess she could say that having a man whose flagship refused to obey signals was a problem too. Thankfully Holiday was a good sport about it.

“Hey,” she chuckled the first time it happened there, “how many girls besides me can now look down the barrel of a .44 Magnum and be less than impressed.” Ouch.

Two days later it was, “That’s not a parole violation, that’s a contravention of the Geneva Accords.”

“Funny like a crutch, bitch,” I glowered back until we both broke out in laughter. “Don’t you know it’s attached at the hip?”

“More like tied around the waist and hitched at the hip — bitch!” she giggled. I raised my hands in surrender after that. That’s when we realize that ‘Mom’ was staring at us.

“I apologize Mrs. La Roche,” Holiday backpedaled, “but Duke’s equipment is ridiculously huge. It is a proven procedure to inject humor into situations that might otherwise be choked with sexual tension.”

“Do you think my ‘Son’s’ penis-size is a comedic matter?” Hotness said stiffly.

“Right now I think it is at 45 degrees and about to crest his waistband,” Holiday smiled; a look which broadened as ‘Mom’s’ eyes gravitated to the source of the dilemma. “When we are doing our dance routine and that monster starts riding up my damp ass-crack, I either joke about it or run screaming in terror.”

“Thanks Ohlie,” I jabbed my partner.

“Up my ass-crack,” Hotness moaned softly. Holiday shot me a curious look to which I shrugged. Holiday kissed me on the forehead, per custom, gathered up her gym bag, a fresh water bottle and headed out the door.

“Was that Tai Chi?” Hotness murmured once we are alone.

“It is based on that,” I softened since she’d shown actual interest. “It is based a tiny bit on kung-fu with equal parts Tai Chi and modern dance. It is actually a cool down technique that starts out moderately intense and winds its way down to very simple and energy conserving moves.”

“You never told me you took dance,” Hotness now looked back up at me.

“Had you told me it was dance when I was seventeen I would not have taken it,” I confessed. “Ohlie snuck this up on me; I had a lot of rage and this gave me a tool for dealing with it.”

“What were you angry about?” she asks with utter ignorance to events she was a part of. I wanted to strangle her at that moment.

“Let me see; the man who I was told was my Father would have rather I’d been aborted and his new wife wanted me to live on Pluto because the remotest region of Planet Earth was still too close,” I explained as rationally as I could.

“That’s just not so,” Hotness now had the nerve to sound hurt by my accusation.

“What part did I miss about you not taking me to your house, home and hearth when my Mom was dying in that lonely hospital room?” I growled.

“You were an inconvenient distraction at that time — your Father was conducting crucial research right then and his company needed his thoughts uncluttered,” she stated firmly. This bitch was digging herself a hole and didn’t even see it. She looked at me for understanding.

“Oh, I can see how things become inconvenient to my Father’s life were business is concerned,” I nodded deceptively. “He doesn’t need things cluttering up his life, does he?” Now she nodded.

“Unfortunately, some parts of his life get ignored as he struggles to make the world a better place — oh, I understand that perfectly,” I looked sad, not totally freaking pissed off. “I worry about you, Zuiko, and Scout being neglected too. That isn’t fair at all.”

“Not fair? What are you talking about?” Zuiko seemed confused.

“Yes, I worry about some strange man coming into our home and taking advantage of Dad’s absence, and you might feel compelled to do things — on a genetically level that Dad wouldn’t understand,” I sounded concerned.

“What do you mean?” she balanced my postulation.

“Clearly he would be worried that someone outside of this house would test your loyalty to the family which is probably the real reason I’m here — to keep the two of you safe,” which I believed to be a complete and utter lie.

“Oh…I had never looked at it that way,” she averted her gaze. “You are his genetic heir after all.”

“So, you were interested in our cool-down technique — what about it?” I changed the subject.

“Yes,” she coughed, “that looked fun and — safe to do.” I had no idea how ‘safe’ got tagged in there but if it helped her justify rubbing up against me, so be it.

I position Hotness in front of me, facing away with her legs partially spread. She didn’t recoil when I moved behind her, placed my right hand on her stomach and wrapped up our left hands together extended straight from mersin escort bayan her shoulder. My cock was pressing hard against her mid and lower back and she was resting the side of her head against my sweaty, somewhat broad chest. I was glad my heart wasn’t pounding with barely contained lust.

“Okay,” I began; “sweep our left arm up and over until the points of our fingers touch the top of your head.” We completed the series of gestures until she got the principles of the slow, fluid hand movements. From there, we moved onto the steady, gentle footwork so that she was comfortable being against me.

“Wow,” she looked over her shoulder and up at me, “this is fun.”

“You are fun to teach, Hotness,” I smiled back. For a moment she bristled at the name but she softened and muttered playfully,

“I guess it is my fault for not letting you use Mom, Mother, or Zuiko,” she confessed.

This was the first mistake she’s ever owned up to.

“Let us move our hands so that each rests on the hip — like so,” I renewed our routine. “Fingers down, palms against the side and push up as high as you can to the underarms.” She liked that one as it brought both our hands along the sides of her breasts so we repeated it.

Every time we lowered our hands, I led them farther down along the crease of her thigh and torso. I wondered why Zuiko wasn’t stopping me; instead she began pushing up with her toes while pressing her body, namely her ass, against mine?? [against his crotch?]. Her hair was drawn together in a loose bun so when she rose up I was able to kiss her lightly on the neck.

Again she reacted positively, trapping my cock between her deliciously ass cheeks. I could not help myself from pressing my luck. I took my right hand from the hip across the belly button and up to the top her sternum then retreating down to her diaphragm once more. I repeated this move multiple times and each time I dragged her wrist over her tit. It was her own wrist so how could she claim I was molesting her?

I was moving our right hands from her right hip to her left, just below the belly button. Going ‘what the hell’, I made a lower circuit each pass until I dipped pasted the faint outline of her panty’s waistband and could feel her pubic mound.

“You feel very tense,” I lied. “Why don’t you lean forward and I’ll take care of the upper body movement.

“Okay,” she moaned. Hotness didn’t waist a second in starting to lean forward. I wrapped my right hand and forearm just below hips while my left kept up the sternum movements but slightly adjusting the path until the heel of my hand was making gentle, teasing movements over the now highly aroused left nipple.

Hotness let her body dangle down, her fingers almost on the mat.

“Oh, this stretching feels so, so good,” she panted. “We should have done this…” she regaled me until I started rotating both of us at the hip. My cock is pressed tightly into her ass-crack.

She made these little ‘humph’s’ as I wedged her panties and yoga pants deeper and deeper in and I began to man-handle her left breast.

“I — we should stop,” she panted, flushed and desperate.

“I understand,” I said softly. “Take my left hand first,” I directed so I could better balance us. Then I reached out with right so that she was completely perpendicular to my crotch. I let us rock back and forth three times with Hotness’s breathing becoming more labored.

“I’m pulling you up, moving you from left to right,” I informed her. She humped me backwards and I decided not to notice. We made it to the 270 degree mark when she was slightly against me. At the same time her feet gave out and she slid down my body until my cock was once more brushing her lower back.

“Now arms out to ninety degrees — 180 degrees — 270 degrees,” I went on. Now I had her totally wrapped up in my arms in a huge bear hug. I kissed her on the top of her head then let her go; my arms going to my side and I backed away.

“That was fantastic Zuiko,” I grinned. “Now I need to take a cold, cold shower or I’m going to be a very irresponsible boy…and it is entirely your fault.”

“What?” she mumbled as she turned to face me and my cast-iron friend. “Oh,” she looked at my package. I turned, walked up to her, barely giving Zuiko time to put her arms to her side. I leaned in, Zuiko took a half-step back and bent her back as if she was avoiding me but I was more interested in grabbing two handfuls of ass cheek and lifted her face to mine.

“Dad would want me to take care of you and protect you Zuiko,” I whispered. “I can’t protect you if I don’t know what you need, do you understand?”

“Yes,” she gulped. “We need to get to know each other better.”

“I am glad we can agree on that,” I quietly responded. The first kiss fell on her jawline close to her left ear. I kissed my way down her jawline toward her chin then descending her neck to the scoop of her shirt.

“I really need that shower,” I informed Zuiko as I put her down and turned away.

“Oh…okay,” she stuttered. I made my way up to my cold shower but I had a feeling that she’d be running off to a cold shower of herself as well. Breakfast was amusing as Zuiko kept sneaking looks my way when she thought Maria wasn’t looking.

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The Novelist Pt. 02

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Author’s note: This story contains themes of incest, BDSM and Dominant-submissive relationships. If these themes offend you, please stop reading now!

Please read this story from part one to understand the story progression. This can’t be read as a stand-alone story.

All characters are fictional. Any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental.

I encourage all readers to comment and vote. There is no better way to hone your writing skills than feedback—good or bad.

******

Tom opened his eyes well before the alarm sounded. He stretched his limbs and yawned, and then clasped his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully. He felt surprisingly at ease with himself this morning. Perhaps his actions yesterday had been wicked, but he noted that they were also deeply satisfying. It had been a strange day, an emotional day, but it had resolved itself in such a bizarre and appropriate way.

Tom never had an oedipal complex growing up. He hadn’t been one of those boys who jerked off into his mother’s panties when he was home alone. Yesterday, though, he had seen his mother in a different light. He thought maybe it had been her overwhelming need to submit herself to him. Tom had a weakness for submissive women, and apparently his weakness had no restrictions even when it involved familial ties. He felt like he should be bothered by this revelation, but despite his soul searching he could only see her as a woman with needs. He noted that feeling deep inside him that craved to fulfill those needs; the same way he needed to satisfy any of the other women he’d trained.

The previous day had ended in a rather relaxing evening. They had ordered food, rented a movie, and sat naked and close on the sofa in the living room. Tom appreciated the connection between Alexis and his mother. They seemed so comfortable together and he found the dynamic to be beautiful albeit unusual. He had sent them to bed together. He had kissed them each goodnight. Alexis had wrapped Marie’s naked body in her arms and spooned her as they both drifted into slumber.

After thirty minutes of his own introspection, Tom finally climbed out of bed to begin his morning routine. His cock twitched with need and his balls felt heavy as they hung low between his legs. He brushed his teeth, washed his face and then headed downstairs in just his pajama pants. He had already decided that today was not going to be a day for working. He had decisions to make regarding his mother.

Tom sat out on the patio with a cup of coffee and plucked at his universal remote. He had turned off the ringer on his phone a few days ago while he was working, and he had amassed quite a few unchecked messages. He had everything in his home connected to this device. It was the size of tablet computer, and basically anything electronic was routed wirelessly to it through his own secure server. The system itself had cost him. Tom had only a select few passions in life, but he indulged them to the point of excess and obsession.

******

Marie stirred in her bed. Her eyes opened slowly, and it took her a moment to remember where she was. The first thing she noticed was the stunning blonde woman sleeping naked next to her. Everything came flooding back to her at once — the affair, her trip to Los Angeles, the strange events when she arrived, this house, and her strong and dominant son. Oh god, she thought, was it real? Did it really happen? She knew the answer. It was evident in her nakedness and the nakedness of the woman next to her. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

She slipped quietly from the bed and freshened herself up in the bathroom. She felt nervous again as if she weren’t sure what fate had in store for her. She brushed out her hair and applied just the slightest bit of makeup. She wanted to look good for her son. It seemed strange to her how important it suddenly felt to please him. She slipped on a robe and crept softly toward the door.

“Where are you going, Marie.” Alexis said groggily.

“I’m sorry, Alexis. I didn’t mean to wake you.” She replied in low voice. “I was going to go downstairs.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s 6:45am.” She said. “I’m still on east coast time.”

“He’ll be up.” She said propping herself up on her elbows. “Geez, I’m usually up by now. I slept well with you. You’re not going to wear that are you?”

“Yeah, I thought this would be okay.”

She looked down at the short robe contemplating the outline of her figure. She thought it looked sexy, but something about the way Alexis had questioned her made her second guess herself.

“No.” Alexis replied flatly. “You won’t wear anything when you go downstairs.”

“But…”

Alexis patted the bed next to her. “Come here and sit for a second.” She said.

Marie made her way back to the bed and sat down.

“Sir,” Alexis stated, “Has not given you permission to wear clothing in the house. He told you yesterday that you were to be naked, that he liked seeing you this way.”

“You bahis firmaları mean all the time? I just thought…”

“Don’t think.” Alexis replied reassuringly. “You’ll do as you’re instructed. That’s how this works, Marie. You don’t want to mess up. Sir can have a very bad temper for disobedience. This isn’t like yesterday. There are consequences for not following instructions. Yesterday he went easy on you, but today you’ll be training. It’s going to be really hard. It was the hardest and most amazing experience of my life. So start off right, okay? Wear nothing until you’re told. Go downstairs, kneel, say good morning to him, and wait for instructions. Sometimes he has none and sometimes they are endless.”

“I… um… is it like this every morning?” She asked tentatively. “He just has women serve him?”

“Not every morning, Marie. Every day. All day. If it pleases him.”

“My god,” she said. “What happened to my little boy? I can’t imagine any man having that kind of life. How many women are there?”

“A lot. You’ll be special though. It’s like how he treats me differently than the others. He sees us differently. He’ll treat you that way too, I think. But even I get whipped. Not like yesterday, either. He knows how to make his point with a crop or a whip. It’s painful but worth it.” She stopped for a moment and thought before continuing. “You need to stop thinking of him as your little boy, Marie. It’s Sir, not Tom. Always remember that. Now go. I’ll be down in a minute.”

Marie stood up and let her robe slip to the floor before heading downstairs. She made her way from the landing toward the kitchen quietly trying to find her son. Her breasts swayed, and she felt both liberated and objectified by her nakedness. It thrilled her in a very naughty way. She saw him sitting just outside the open French doors. She took a deep breath and walked bravely in his direction. Marie stopped just in front of his chair, and then knelt down in front of him.

“Good morning, Sir.” She said confidently.

Tom eyed his mother briefly. He was busy tapping away at the remote in his hands. He had only glanced at her for a moment, and Marie felt deflated as if he was blowing her off. Why wasn’t he acknowledging her, she wondered. She wanted to stand and run away. How could he not respond? It had taken so much courage to kneel and address him. She had thought about it all morning. She’d been worried that he’d feel differently this morning about what had happened yesterday. She hoped he’d smile and be proud of her.

Tom had heard the first few voice messages already, but there were still more to get through. He stopped briefly and glanced back at his mother. “Shhh.” He said. “I don’t want you to say anything else. Not a word.” He stood and looked at her picking up his nylon crop. He often kept a crop nearby particularly if he was expecting to train someone. He circled her once.

Thwack. He struck her quickly on the top of her ass. “Keep your ass resting on your heels.” Thwack on her stomach. “Stomach in.” Marie was shocked by the sudden assault and nervously pulled her stomach taut. Thwack. “Back straight, Marie. I don’t want to see you slouching.” Thwack on her breasts. This elicited a yelp. “Chest out!” He barked.

“I’m sorry, Sir…”

Thwack. This one struck her painfully hard across her the top of her ass cheeks. The thin crop was much more painful than the leather strap he’d used last night. The sting was sharper and more acute.

“That’s because I told you to shut your mouth. Not a word means not a word. Pay attention when I tell you something. Now, when you kneel it’s out of respect. So when you kneel I expect your posture to be perfect and respectful. This is how you should kneel. Ass on heels, back straight, stomach pulled in, chest out, hands on knees.”

He circled her one more time taking in her improved posture. He seemed more pleased. Marie kept her eyes down, not because she was told to, but because she actually felt submissive being barked at and examined in such clinical way. Tom pushed his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his pajama pants and dropped them.

He sat back down with his erection displayed prominently in front of him. “That’s better.” He said. “Now. Bring me your mouth.”

Marie couldn’t have felt any smaller in that moment. Although, the second he uttered those words, the same words that had turned her on so much when she heard them yesterday, she immediately leaned forward and enveloped his cock between her lips. Tom on the other hand showed no sign of gratitude or satisfaction at her action. He merely went back to what he was doing. Marie felt like a whore the way she wantonly devoured her son who seemed to care less. She couldn’t help but need to please him though. She couldn’t help but acknowledge the way her pussy moistened for his impressive cock.

Alexis quietly knelt next to Tom. She watched as Marie pleasured him, and admired how she handled him. It seemed reverent. She knew that Sir was enjoying this more than he allowed kaçak iddaa Marie to know. She understood that he was teaching her a lesson. Her own training had been difficult and emotional. It wasn’t until she had seen him train other women that she understood the meaning behind many of the more difficult experiences she had endured.

Alexis knew that this was different though. Marie hadn’t come to him to be trained. She hadn’t sought him out like the others. She didn’t understand submission, and although some of it came naturally to her, she had trouble reconciling the emotions, which were compounded by her current marital collapse and that fact that her Dominant was also her son.

“She’s very thorough, Sir.” Alexis stated. “She learns very quickly.”

She hoped that her words would garner some praise for Marie.

Tom looked up and watched Marie swallow his rigid shaft. She could already take it much deeper than she had last night. He smiled.

“Yes. I believe she’ll progress quickly. She has a very talented tongue.”

The words were still a bit disconnected, but they were enough to make Marie smile inwardly and redouble her efforts.

Tom played the next message. He sat back and locked eyes with his mother while he listened, finally openly admiring her performance.

“Tom, it’s Jim. I haven’t heard from you in a week or so. I just wanted to check in on your progress. I’m excited to see whatever you’re willing to show me. Are you going to let me read the partial manuscript or wait until you’re finished? Let me know as soon as possible. We should get dinner sometime soon.”

“Sir, it’s Jennifer. I really need to see you today. I’ve been a very bad girl. Sir, it would mean so much to me if you would do me the honor of whipping me.”

Marie tried not to interrupt her sucking, but she couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips as she listened to the voice coming through his device. Her son’s life was still so unbelievable to her. That woman sounded so needy. It wasn’t dissimilar from how she felt now. She wondered what it was that made these women want him. She wondered what it was that made her want him. Maybe it didn’t matter at all. She was here between his legs, naked and obedient, pleasuring him. It felt right to her.

“Tom, it’s Frank. I wanted to discuss bonuses in your latest contract. I think we can get an additional hundred grand out of those publishing assholes. It’s worth a talk. You enjoy making money as much as I like billing you for my hours. Call me.”

Tom reached down and pulled his mother to her feet and bent her over the wrought iron table. Her ass was still lightly bruised from the strap yesterday with the addition of a very angry, thin welt from the crop this morning. He touched the new mark and listened to her whimper. It looked painful. His cock was already moistened with her saliva. He rubbed it up her slit and then slid it in terribly slowly.

Marie couldn’t believe the sensations. It was nothing like last night when he had pounded into her unceremoniously. He was going slowly and she could feel him stretching her pussy in the most intense way. The feeling of fullness was driving her wild. She wondered how he managed to make her feel so many new sensations. It seemed like she had missed out on so much in her life; as if she had never discovered how she was meant to be touched.

He sawed into her so very slowly. Her nipples pressed against the iron grating. His hand pressed her head against the table. Her orgasm was coming. It was building incrementally. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before the way her limbs began to tingle as the sensations shot from deep inside her slit and smoldered every inch of her. She was flushed now. The heat was overwhelming her. She let him press her into to the table and use her. Her breathing was heavy and husky as she surrendered to the sensations.

The messages continued to play. Marie wished he’d just turn this thing off. She was in the midst of one of the most intense awakenings of her life, and he was multitasking. It was demeaning in a way. She couldn’t understand how he was able to satisfy her so easily that he didn’t even need to be fully present. Yet the ease with which he pleasured her was part of her excitement. It wasn’t like blowing her husband’s dick and climbing on top of it desperately trying to cum once before he shot off inside her. None of this seemed tedious. It was anything but.

“Sir… I’m pulling the plug out now… oh god… I’ve been so sore all night… it’s stretching my ass, Sir… Is that… what… you… wanted me… to feel. Oh shit… I’m cumming, Sir… Thank you, Sir.”

Tom smiled as he listened to labored voice on the message. He thought it sounded like a chorus with Marie’s labored groans. Two women lost in lust. For Marie, it was indescribably hot. This was the woman from yesterday, the bruised woman that could pour cum from her pussy. The image of that woman staring at her while she came nearly pushed Marie over the edge of her climax. Her body had begun kaçak bahis the light tremors as she reached her peak. She wished he would just go faster and make it happen. He was torturing her this way.

“Tom, it’s your Aunt Jane! I need to talk to your mother. Her phone is off. We connected briefly last night. You little shit! She told me what a successful writer you are, and that you’re living in some amazing place. I think you and I have plenty to catch up on too. Anyway, it’s important. It’s regarding the divorce proceedings. Have her call me right away.”

Alexis gasped openly as she heard the message play. “No! Marie!” She didn’t shout it out. It was a painful, quiet whisper. Marie’s eyes connected with hers. Marie could see the panic in the blonde woman who had quietly sat and watched her son defile her.

Tom rammed his cock into her hard and fast. “Goddamnit!” He shouted as he jammed into her cervix. He grasped her jaw and twisted her head to the side so she could look at him out of the corner of her eyes. “Did you…” He slammed into her again. “… tell her…” He punctuated with another hard thrust “… about my writing?” He pounded her hard once again.

She had contracted so tightly on his cock that he had to push much harder to sink his length. He knew what this meant. He squeezed her jaw harder forcing her to hold his gaze.

“Don’t you dare cum! Answer me. Did you tell her about my writing and my lifestyle?” He slammed into her again.

Marie’s head was twisted painfully to the side. She heard the words he was speaking to her. She saw a look in his eyes that she had never seen before — anger. It occurred to her that she had made another terrible mistake. It wasn’t intentional. She was proud of him and wanted to share his success with her sister. She never thought that he’d be upset. In that moment though she realized how private he’d been, and how careful Alexis had been yesterday when speaking about him. Yes, she thought as he pounded into her, she had made a mistake.

Unfortunately, the final assault on her pussy had been too much. She had been teetering on the edge, but the sensations were too much. She tried to maintain eye contact, but she was slipping into darkness. Her eyes were rolling back into her head. She was moaning unintelligibly.

He slammed into her again. “Don’t cum! Tell me if you told her.”

And Marie was lost. She was overcome by a powerful orgasm.

“Yeeeeeessssss!”

She began shaking violently with little control of her own movements. Tom stepped back pulling himself out of her. Without his weight behind her, Marie’s legs gave out and she began sliding to the floor. Her hands struggled to grip the table with little success. She fell to the patio with a heavy thud still twitching.

Alexis immediately moved to help her. She had come down hard, and she wanted to hold her for a moment while she struggled. Alexis leaned forward and soon felt the sharp, excruciating pain of the nylon crop connect across her breasts.

“Don’t even think about it.” Tom stated forcefully.

Alexis sat back on her heels and held her position as a few tears managed to escape down her cheeks.

Tom stared at his mom with anger. She was so very lost and overwhelmed. She tried to do what she was told, but her body betrayed her. She rolled onto her side and attempted to climb to her hands and knees.

“I… I… sorry… Sir.” She could hardly form the words. She raised her ass in the air but one of her legs gave out again, and she slipped to the ground. Tom watched as she struggled to regain the position. Finally, she managed the pose with her ass lifted high. “This… g-girl will t-take her… punishment n…now… Sir.” It was the only thing she could think to do. It was what Alexis had done yesterday when she begged forgiveness. She would do anything for him to forgive her.

Tom contemplated both women. Alexis was stoic. She wasn’t unfamiliar with his temper, nor with the sting of his crop. There was a difference in the way he struck someone when they had made a mistake and when they had actually angered him. The latter was a harsh correction. Marie on the other hand was very unfamiliar with this side of her son. It seemed cold and calculated and foreign to her. Yet the climax she just had was breathtakingly powerful. He took the most amazing sensations she had ever experienced and made her feel guilty about them. It was awfully confusing. It made her want more, yet somehow he made her feel indebted to him. She needed to make it up to him.

Tom picked up his crop and his remote, and turned around, without as much as a word, leaving the two women alone.

******

It was still very early as Tom strolled into the guest house. The remnants of Jen’s puddle had now dried on the hardwood floor. He glanced around at what this room had become. It was filled with instruments of submission. It had transformed slowly over the last few years. On occasion, he’d buy something new. If he was training someone in particular he often thought up creative needs for new furniture much of which he built himself. The one thing that remained uniform about this place was that only a select few knew its true purpose. Tom needed his privacy. Tom needed control.

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I hadn’t seen him since high school.

His hair was a little shorter than I remembered, but still fell over his shoulders in light brown waves. A mutual friend had invited us for the weekend to help her move. I didn’t really consider the fact that other people may be there, especially someone that I once knew. Luckily, my personality had become much more social since my teenage years.

“Hey, Blake, long time no see.” I tapped him on the shoulder as he stood with his back to me in the back bedroom, surveying the amount of boxes left to be carried out. He turned & faced me, his look of confusion quickly turning to an excited smile.

“Scarlette! Wow!” He looked me up and down before leaning in for a hug. “I haven’t seen you in years, you’re right! How did you know it was me? You look great, by the way.”

I looked down at my feet as he released me from our hug, attempting to hide my blushing cheeks.

“You’re looking good yourself! Sara told me you were coming. I know you guys have been close for years, but her and I didn’t really start hanging out until after high school.” He piled a box on top of another one and bent down to pick them both up.

“Makes sense. Want to help me carry these to the car?” I nodded and reached for the top box as he turned away from me.

“Oh no, I’ve got these. Just grab any of the ones on the floor.” He walked out of the room, and I was left visibly impressed by his strength. Not that he was a weak looking guy, but he was tall and slender. I didn’t expect him to be able to lift such heavy looking boxes with such ease. I grabbed a box and followed him down the hall.

Sara was at the car, organizing the boxes in such a way that she’d kick anyone’s ass if it was a Tetris game.

“You’re not even gonna need a second trip.” I laughed as I set the box into her station wagon’s trunk.

“That’s the goal! I see you guys have reaquainted?” She slapped her hands together to brush off the dust and looked at us.

“Yeah! It’s nice to see each other again.” I said, smiling at Blake. He smiled back.

“Good. Now, there’s not going to be enough room in the car for anyone but me, & when I get to the house, I have to get dinner with Austin’s parents. Would you guys be cool just hanging out here until I get back?” I looked over at Blake, who shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m fine with that. I’m sure we can find stuff to do.” His voice hadn’t changed from a normal conversational tone when he said it, but I felt there was bad intent in his words. I glanced over at him and he smirked. Definitely bad intent.

Sara grabbed her purse and handed me thirty dollars.

“Thanks for coming for the weekend. Go order pizza or something. There’s some beer left in the fridge, but only a couple, might need to get more. There’s a liquor store on the corner about two blocks down. You saw that coming here, right Scar?”

I took the money and nodded.

“Cool. I’m gonna head out. I have to get to the in-laws before six and it’s almost five now. Are you guys sure it’s not awkward to leave you alone?” She looked nervously at both of us. I laughed.

“I know him enough. Besides, we both have our cars. If we really didn’t want to hang out, one of us could just leave.” She leaned in to hug me.

“True. Okay. Text me if you need anything, okay? The couch is still in the living room & my futon is still in my bedroom. We’ll get some of that big stuff tomorrow. I’ll be back later.” We waved goodbye as she drove away.

“Well. Dinner?” I held up the money and smiled like a kid who’s parents had just left her alone for the weekend.

“I’ll drive.” I giggled & followed him to the back of the house, illegal bahis where a beautiful motorcycle was sitting.

“Is…is that yours?” He grabbed a helmet off the seat and handed it to me, laughing with pride.

“Yes she is! Like it?” He mounted the bike and revved it up. “Get on.” He put his helmet on. He didn’t have to ask me twice. I quickly straddled the seat behind him, thankful for this chance to get close. I put my arms around him and he kicked the stand up.One foot still on the ground, he grabbed my hands and pulled them forward, tightening my grasp and pressing my chest against his back. The sun was still out and the seat was hot, as was I. I could tell the ride would be sweaty.

As we started driving, the breeze from the movement felt amazing. I leaned my head gently against his back and closed my eyes, relaxing into him. I could feel his arms flexing ashe moved them during turns. He was probably pretty muscular under his clothes, I could feel it.

We stopped at a local burger joint to get some cheap dinner & catch up from the last few years. To my surprise, he owned his own bar.

“How did you manage that at 25?!” I asked.

“Hah, I started working there right out of high school. The owner always thought of me like the son he never had. His health problems were getting worse and he wanted to retire. The bar was too much stress for him, and he left it to me.” I nodded, proud of his luck.

“That’s awesome. I just do boring receptionist work…” He laughed.

“Well, I guess you just need to have some fun this weekend, then.”

“Guess so.” I did my best to give him bedroom eyes. I’d never been great at that, but hopefully he’d see my meaning.

“Shall we get more to drink & head back? It’ll be dark soon.” I looked at the horizon to see the sun beginning to set. We got back on the bike & stopped at the corner liquor store Sara had mentioned.

“What do you like?” Blake asked as we perused the shelves of liquor.

“I’ll drink really anything. How about you?” He stopped in front of the section of rum.

“I’m a big Captain fan. I guess I’ve just been drinking it for so long. But Sara has some Coke in her fridge, so we can use that as a mixer.” I stared at the bottles for a moment. Every kind of liquor has it’s effect on me. Rum was the one that typical made me…handsy. No matter the mood I’m in before drinking rum, you can bet I’ll be flirty & happy as hell afterwards.

“Is that okay with you? Or we can get something else?” He started to put the bottle back.

“Oh! No, that’s totally fine with me. I love rum.” I reached for his wrist to stop him from setting it down.

“Well, someone likes her liquor.” Suddenly, my face burned in shyness and I released my hand from his wrist.

“I just didn’t want you to think I didn’t want it.” I bit my lip, realizing he could definitely take what I had just said in a very different way.

“Don’t worry, I know you do.” He winked and turned towards the register. I followed him. Did he mean the alcohol or something else? I felt a fluttering nervousness in my stomach and hoped it was the latter.

The drive back was just as relaxing & cooling as the drive out. The sun was almost down when we reached Sara’s house. Her house was almost completely empty, and it felt strange. I hadn’t often been there, since she had moved to be closer to her boyfriend. But after proposing, they decided to move in together. I looked around the room and smiled. She had really gotten lucky meeting Austin. The place was nice, but Austin’s was much better. It would be a good starter house for someone else. Blake interrupted my thoughts by handing me a glass and sitting illegal bahis siteleri next to me on the couch.

“How is it?” I took a sip and nodded.

“I can taste the rum, but it’s not ridiculously strong.” I took another drink.

“Good.” He took a drink from his, and I realized he was sitting much closer than necessary to me. One glass may end up being all I ever need in situations like that one–my inhibitions lowered with every drink. A couple hours passed, and we told each other funny stories and reminisced about high school. I finished my second glass and since I had spaced my drinks out, I was feeling pretty tipsy, but not drunk. I was happy for not getting carried away, and rewarded myself by accepting Blake’s offer to make me another one. While he was in the kitchen making our drinks, I walked into Sara’s room. There were a few boxes on the floor yet, and her futon against the wall. Her bedroom was the smallest room in the house, but it was cozy. I opened the first box I saw & began looking through her books. To my delight, I found our junior yearbook. I flipped through the pages and found myself. I laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Blake had come up over my shoulder, so close I could feel his breath on my neck. I jumped in surprise.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t hear you walk in.” He put his arm around the front of my chest to hand me a drink.

“That’s because you were laughing. Is that a yearbook?!” His chin was almost resting on my shoulder now. I felt my breathing become heavier as I felt more turned on, a mixture of him standing so close and the alcohol.

“Yeah, that’s me.” I pointed myself out.

“Wow.” It was all he said, and then he was quiet. I turned around and slapped his arm playfully.

“What does that mean?!” I laughed.

“I just mean, wow, you look different. Good different, though. You really grew up.” His eyes were dark now, and he was studying my body. In my picture, I had very dark, short hair, as I dyed it a lot. After graduation, I let it grow out naturally to its natural lighter brown, down past my chest. Though I was always slim, my face had lost its baby weight since then, and I knew how to dress and apply makeup a lot better than I did at seventeen.

“I would hope so, it’s been like, almost ten years. You look pretty different, too!” I paged through the book to find his picture. I looked at it and then at him. In high school, his hair was a little scruffy, yet short. He had braces and wore a lot of skateboarding shirts. Now, his hair was damn near longer than mine, which he kept in a tidy ponytail, he had lost the braces, and his body was that of a man’s. He was no longer the tall, lanky kid he was back then.

“I used to have such a crush on you in high school.” I covered my mouth, surprised that I would say such a thing, even with alcohol coursing through my veins.

“Oh really?” He set his glass down on the floor and reached for the book. “I am pretty different now than I was back then. I look like a different person. So, if you liked this kid, you must not like my look now.”

“I think I look better now than I did in high school.” I took another sip.

“You do.” He responded, almost before I finished speaking.

“So do you.” He looked up and flashed me that devilish smirk he was always so good at. He reached for my glass & set it next to his. He walked towards me and took my face in both of his hands, pressing his lips against mine. My eyes were still open in shock for several moments, before I finally closed them & went along with it. He pushed my lips apart with his tongue, swirling it around mine. I took my chance & reached my fingers into his beautiful hair. canlı bahis siteleri I pulled it out of it’s neat ponytail and let it fall over his shoulders. It was more full and soft than mine! I almost couldn’t bring myself to touch anything else. But then he reached for my shirt & pulled it over my head, and then took his off. He definitely wasn’t the same young skinny kid he used to be. He wasn’t ripped, but his body was great to look at. He stayed in shape, for sure, just like I thought. I grabbed both of his hip bones with my hands and massaged them. He grabbed me by my neck & the small of my back & began to kiss me again. His hands were big, and they were everywhere. He unclasped my bra and let it fall between us. He grabbed one of my boobs in his hand and used the other to unbutton my shorts. He really knew how to multi-task.

I stepped out of my shorts & unbuttoned his jeans. As I did, he pushed me back by my shoulders and just stared at my body.

“Damn. You really grew up.” He stood in front of me in just boxers, and judging from what I could see from the outside, I didn’t want him to be wearing them anymore.I leaned forward and pulled his boxers down, causing his penis to spring up out of them.

“So did you.” I smiled, grabbing a handful of him. He kissed me again, pushing me backwards until the futon caused me to stop. He grabbed me by my hips and turned me around so that my back was to him. He pushed me onto the futon, and I kneeled on it, holding the back of the frame to keep myself upright. He pushed the top of my back down to get me at a better angle, and literally ripped my thong off.

“Sorry about that.” I turned my head to face him.

“You don’t sound sorry.” He guided himself to where he needed to be.

“I’m not.” He said as he slammed into me. I dropped my head down and squeezed the frame as he pulled out of me and slammed back in, again and again. The roughness felt great in my slightly-intoxicated state. I moaned in pleasure. He was a perfect size, if not a little big for me, causing a slight bit of pain. But the pain wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.

“Are you okay?” He asked after a particularly loud moan from me.

“Yes.” I sighed, out of breath. “Yes. I’m…great.” I smiled back at him.

“Good.” He pulled out a little and began pumping into me with just half of his length. It was a bit of a tease, but it felt amazing. After a few seconds of it, though, I wanted to feel all of him inside of me again. I cried out his name and he placed his hand on my upper inner thigh.

“God, you’re wet.” He got his fingers nice & wet with my fluids, & then began fingering my clit.

“Holy shit.” I yelled out. The pleasure was so much, I didn’t think I could handle it. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.” Right as I said it, his circular motions became harder and faster and his other hand grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back to him and shoving himself all the way into me. That was all I needed to be taken over the edge.

“Fuck!” I yelled in ecstasy as I came, feeling myself tighten around him.

“Ohhh, yeah.” I could feel him growing harder with every spasm of my orgasm, and could tell he was close.

“I’m gonna come, Scar.” His left hand moved from my clit to scratch my sweaty back down to my hip. He squeezed my hip and continued to pull my head back. He was thrusting harder than before, and harder than I thought he could. He made a sound & I felt his cock spout into me. He groaned loudly, feeling my ass with both of his clammy hands. His thrusting slowed & I layed my head against the mattress in exhaustion. He slapped my ass and let his now-soft dick fall out of me. I fell to the side so that I was sitting on the futon, and he sat next to me, resting his head on mine.

“I’ve wondered how that would be for ten years.” I laughed. He rubbed my hair.

“Now you know. But we do still have all weekend…”

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Mr. Basketball Ch. 09

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The next chapter on the Mr. basketball series. All characters involved in sexual activity are over 18.

*****

I backed out of Thom’s driveway after dropping Taylor off and turned to head home. It had been another long weekend away at an AAU event showcase for her. A lot of scouts were there from colleges around the country to watch the elite high school players compete and show them what they had to offer. Taylor played well once again and I hoped she impressed more than a few. I was happy that colleges were interested in her but it was taxing on me. I did a lot of the leg work to get her name out there and get her into these events so she could get to the next level. Since I had been through all of this it was kind of a given that I knew what to do to help her. I didn’t mind it and I knew it was going to pay off, it was just time consuming and stressful.

I made the turn into my driveway and smiled as I pulled to a stop at the house. Home sweet home I thought as I got out of the car and grabbed my bag from the back seat. I walked up the sidewalk and opened the front door. My eyes met Teagan as she stood on the staircase wearing one of my button down shirts and nothing else.

“Hey good looking,” I smiled as I closed the door.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she smiled seductively.

“You have?” I asked taking her into my arms and kissing her deeply.

“I have. My fingers have been busy all morning.”

“You’ve been knitting again,” I teased.

“Hmmm,” she growled. “If you want to call it that.”

She pulled me by the arm up the stairs and into the bedroom. We started kissing again as soon as we reached the foot of the bed. Her fingers worked quickly to open my shorts and drop them to the floor. I opened the one button holding the shirt into place and let it open on its own. The soft swell of her chest teased the edges of the shirt as I stepped out of my shorts.

“What are you doing in my shirt?” I asked as I lay her on the bed.

“It smells like you so I put it on. I’ve missed you.”

“Hmm,” I growled. “I’ve missed you too.”

I quickly climbed between her legs and took in the soft swell of her mound. She was clearly excited already as I leaned closer to taste her. The pink folds were wet around the center and swollen with desire. I gave her a gentle lick from her pucker all the way to her clit. Her wetness coated my tongue as I crossed her opening and stopped at her clit. I flicked it softly with my tongue.

“How many times did you play with yourself before I got here?” I teased.

She sighed as I teased her clit before dipping into her wetness and tasting her again.

“Twice I think. But this is much better than what I can do myself.”

“Is that right?” I teased tasting her again.

“Ummm hmmm,” she moaned softly.

I folded her lips away from her center and teased her clit more with my tongue. My cock was leaking heavily and wanting to sink into her. It had been a few days and she was on my mind from the moment I had left until I had gotten back. I loved this woman more than I ever thought I could love anyone. I circled her clit a few more times before sitting up and letting my shirt fly into the corner.

I kissed her mouth heavily again as my cock nudged her cunny. Her wetness touched my tip as I leaked onto her. She turned her hips lightly letting me catch her opening. I slipped inside slowly letting my cock stretch her as I pushed deep inside of her. My hips met hers as she gasped into my mouth. Her legs wrapped around me as I rested inside of her and found her neck.

“Fuck,” she whimpered as I remained deep inside of her and let her cunny squeeze me.

I slowly started to pull from her until just the head remain inside her puss. Her nails softly scratched my back as I slowly filled her again. Her cunny was surprisingly wet and hot today. I moved to her left nipple and sucked it into my mouth as I softly fucked her. I could feel every curve of her cunt as I rose and fell back into her.

I looked up at her as she smiled in pleasure. Her green eyes were just hooded little slits as she smiled her perfect smile back at mine.

“I love you baby,” I whispered.

“Ditto baby,” she gasped as I crashed back into her.

She let her legs fall to the bed opening herself up to me more. I increased the pace and filled her deeply touching her cervix with each fall into her. She panted harder and called my name in a ragged breath as she started to cum. I continued at the same pace and let her soak my cock. The sheet below would be wet from her cream as she started to come down from her high.

“My turn,” she giggled and pushed my chest.

I pulled from her and saw the little wet spot that she had left on the sheet. I rolled to my back as she followed quickly. She leaned down and took my cock into her mouth tasting her cum on my cock. She deeply swallowed me down until I felt the back of her throat. She slowly withdrew giving me a seductive smile as she reached the tip and let my cock pop out of her mouth with a loud smack.

Her legs swung over illegal bahis my body as she settled over me. I pointed it up as she pressed her cunt over it and let me slip in again. She undulated her hips as she leaned down and kissed me again. I could taste her on her tongue as our tongues tangled together. My hands felt her perfect body as I traced her ribs down to her butt.

I squeezed her cheeks roughly before pulling them open. It opened her up more as she pressed down harder on me. I bumped her end again as she gasped and rocked her hips harder. She sat up now and pressed me further into her cunny. She started bouncing roughly on top of me as I moaned in pleasure. Her tits softly swayed from side to side then up and down as she increased her up and down on me.

I gripped her hips and guided her movements as she panted above me. I could feel myself getting close now as I pulled her harder onto my cock. The way her cunny started squeezing me indicated she was close again. I softly bucked into her as I started filling her. Her eyes closed as she gasped and yelped she was cumming again. Her cunt milked me as I filled her deeply and finished.

She fell back onto my chest and kissed me again. We spent a minute kissing before she rested above me and smiled.

“I’m late,” she smiled.

“Do you think you might be?” I asked excitedly.

“I don’t want to get my hopes up,” she sighed but still smiled. “I feel different this time so maybe.”

“All we can do is hope and keep doing this,” I offered with a smile.

“Like we would stop if I was,” she giggled.

“True,” I laughed.

“How late are you?”

“Just over a week now.”

I hugged her tightly again. We had been trying for a few months now so this was a good sign.

“So, how did things go at the basketball thing?” she asked.

“Taylor played really well,” I smiled.

“Did you recognize anyone?”

“A couple of faces were the same. There were a lot there I didn’t remember seeing before. I think there were a lot of division two schools there.”

“That’s good though right? I mean that there are some people you have seen a few times.”

“She’s going to get something,” I smiled. “I don’t know what she is going to get but it’s going to be something. I hope it’s a big division one school. That’s where she needs to be. She would be selling herself short if she plays for anything smaller.”

“You don’t sound bias or anything,” she giggled.

“I’m not,” I laughed with her. “She is really good Teagan. She needs to be at a big school.”

“I’m so happy for her,” she said. “She’s worked so hard and it’s going to pay off for her.”

“That it will,” I sighed. “She just has to play hard this season and she will get something.”

“You will keep her motivated,” Teagan offered as she slipped from my body now. The sway of her hips as she headed to the bathroom kept my attention for the moment.

“I’ll keep pushing her along,” I said. “It’s up to her to play hard and give them a reason to want her.”

“What do you want to do today?” Teagan asked.

“I was hoping to get in a nap,” I sighed. “I’m tired from this weekend.”

“Lazy old man,” she teased as she slipped into bed with me again. “Although, a nap does sound nice.”

“Hey,” I said as a thought popped into my head. “Are you going to be able to travel to Italy for our anniversary if you are pregnant?”

“I don’t see why not,” she thought. “But I don’t even know if I am yet.”

“Have you taken a test?”

“I wanted you here,” she said. “Tomorrow morning I’ll take one.”

*

A lot had changed for all of us since that second week in August. Life had changed and in ways that we had never thought it would. I started going down the wrong path again. I was using whiskey to numb the pain as I started to revert back to the asshole I used to be. Hopefully with the start of basketball and me being more involved with that it would get me out of the funk I was in. In some ways I couldn’t help but revert back though. Teagan was gone and I was lost without her.

Life as I knew it had come to an abrupt end one August night after Teagan and I had gone out for a nice evening together. I never saw this coming and it still stunned me to think about it to this day. Without her I had no guide and no real reason to do anything but go through the motions. She meant everything to me and once again life came in and took what I loved the most. I didn’t understand why life was so pissed off at me. Hadn’t I been through enough already?

I found myself in a fog as I walked into the school gym and looked over the list of players that wanted to try out. I glanced around the gym and saw Taylor stretching with Tessa under the hoop at the far end. Taylor had gotten two offers from big name division one schools and five from the mid major ones. She was the one bright spot in this depressing time we were going through.

She hadn’t made up her mind yet. She was planning to go on some unofficial visits during the Christmas break and see what they had to offer. I was asked illegal bahis siteleri to travel with her but I hadn’t given an answer. I was thrilled for her, don’t get me wrong. I just wasn’t in the right frame of mind to go along with her given everything that had just happened.

“Do I really have to try out for the team?” Taylor asked.

It brought me out of my thoughts and back to the gym full of girls waiting on me to get things started. I put on my best fake face and tried to smile for her.

“Yes, you really have to try out,” I said with a slight laugh. “Don’t worry though, it’s just a formality thing. I’m pretty sure you’re going to make the team.”

“What if I really suck?” she teased.

“You can kiss those scholarships goodbye,” I teased back.

“Do you really think I will get one?” she asked more serious now.

“You’ve done all the right things,” I smiled. “You’ve played in the summer camps, you’ve got great grades. Your name is out there, they know who you are. When I was getting recruited I had them showing up my junior year talking to me. They’re doing the same thing for you. You’ve even gotten some offers. You are going to get something.”

“Thanks coach,” she smiled.

“Now get out there and give me a reason to give you a spot on the team.”

She smiled as she left my side and went to join the 55 girls who were trying out this year. It was the largest that I had dealt with so far in my four years of doing this. I glanced around the gym again and saw it was crowded more than usual. I always had it open so anyone could stop on by. A few faces I recognized and a few I didn’t. You never knew who was going to be showing up and I always made a point to tell Taylor to always be positive.

I flipped my notebook open and looked it over. I was just about to start when somebody tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and saw Rodney Whiteman standing there with a smile on his face.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked.

“I was wondering if I could help you,” he said. “I’ve always been interested in coaching and my dad thinks it would be a good idea for me to help you out.”

I wasn’t fond of Rodney or his dad for that matter. George Whiteman had taken over for Gary Hart as the dean of the school this past year. Mr. Hart had been running this school for the past ten years and we had a really developed a great relationship after Sam had quit and I took over. He loved what I had done with the team and for the school.

He was promoted to run the school district over the summer much to the dismay of the staff here. They all loved him and wished he would stay but they all understood why he left. He was gifted at his job and his skills were needed at the top level. George Whiteman moved into the dean spot and had already created friction with much of the staff. He was changing policies and had moved a few staff members here and there if they didn’t fall in line as he put it. His sudden interest in me and my team now had me a little concerned.

“Do you know anything about basketball?” I questioned.

“Yeah, the ball goes through the hoop and you get points. Whoever has the most points wins.” He smiled trying to be funny and get me to respond. I wasn’t buying it.

“Teagan was my helper,” I sighed. “I’m kind of a one man show now. I have a very systematic approach to the way I run things and it’s worked out for the past four years. I think I’m all set for the time being.”

“Ok,” he said smiling. “Let me put it to you this way. My dad would like me to help and I want to help so where do you want me?”

“I don’t want the help,” I said. “Rob is my assistant and that’s all the help I need at this point. Maybe the guys’ team might need some help.”

“Well, I’m here to stay so you can fight me or use me but either way I’m going to be here,” he said firmly. “Dad wants me to help you out not the guys.”

“Fine,” I said highly annoyed now. “Get a pen and some paper and take notes. I’ll figure something out for you to do in the coming days. I have to get this rolling or we are going to be here all day.”

I watched him turn and head to my office to get some paper.

“What was that all about?” Rob asked.

“I guess we have another coach,” I sighed.

He looked at me with concern. I shrugged and turned my attention to the task at hand.

“Alright,” I called as the gym went silent. “There are fifteen spots open on the varsity squad. Nobody has a spot, everyone will be trying out for it. To start with, I want a five on five game that will last for eight minutes. It will be a running clock, I will make the calls. There will be no free throws at this time. I’ve divided you up into groups by alphabet so pay attention to who is in your group.”

I started listing groups of five girls at a time. There was a good mix of girls in each group. The only strong group was Taylor’s group. Seeing as how Tessa and Taylor had the same last name they were put in a group together. That’s just the way it worked out.

“This is not only an individual tryout but a team try out. canlı bahis siteleri As basketball is a team sport, you will be graded on both individual play as well as team play. I will make cuts at the end of today and take 30 girls into tomorrow. Let’s get started. I want group A to play group K. Group K will take the ball out first.”

I watched as Taylor went onto the floor and got the inbounds pass. She started up the floor as I thought back to her in her freshman season. She was night and day different now. She was good back then but rather timid and unsure of herself. She did win us the state championship that season with that incredible leaning shot as time expired. That was then and this was now. Last year we checked out in the state semifinal game and finished third. She did all she could in that game to try and get us the win but it just wasn’t enough. The year before that we made it to the state quarterfinal game before we lost. It was a hard year on her since Mandy and Mindy had graduated and she had to shoulder the load. That was the year she improved though. That was the year she went from good to great by the end of the season. I thought for sure they would make it all the way last year but it just wasn’t meant to be.

This year was going to be different. She had worked hard all summer and went to a couple of camps and showcases to improve and show the scouts what she had to offer. They liked what they saw and said they would be watching her to see how she played this season. I knew that if everything went well she would be playing at the next level.

She took a look from the left side and didn’t see anything open so she crossed over and drove the lane making an easy layup. I smiled as she went by and watched her pressure the ball on defense. When she was on her game and in the zone she was unstoppable. Right now she was just cruising along and doing what she had to do to get through. She was going to make the team, there was no doubt about that.

I watched her athletic body as she defended the ball by getting low and keeping her body balanced over her feet. I smiled inwardly at how well she stayed home and didn’t break on the fake. I watched as she tried to tip the pass as it went left. She got a finger on it but didn’t get enough of it as it left the other girls hand. I watched her turn and follow her through the flow of bodies as she stuck with her. She had certainly changed physically too. She had filled out in all the right places and was quite stunning. I had to look away and focus on the ball as the shot went up.

Her sister, Tessa, quickly grabbed the rebound off the missed shot as Taylor called for the outlet pass. Tessa knew right where to find her and sent it on the way. Taylor caught the ball on the run and looked up the floor to see what her options were. There were two girls getting back to play defense. Taylor saw the opening and took off down the floor. She quickly crossed over to the right and drove down the middle confidently making another layup.

I pointed to her silently saying good job as she jogged past me again smiling. She stopped right at the half court line and waited before pressuring the ball and making the girl pick up her dribble. She slapped the ball free and flipped it behind her back before cruising down the lane again to make another layup. Again she smiled at me as she trotted back to wait again at the half court line.

“Ease up a little,” I ordered.

“Yes sir,” she mumbled as she backed off.

I watched her again as she moved with little effort to guard her assignment. The ball moved around and another shot went up that missed. Tessa grabbed it and found Taylor on the edge waiting. This time she slowly worked her way down the court. She stood near center court and looked over her options again. Tessa slowly cut in behind her and moved down the painted area with her hands ready. Taylor waited until she got a little more space before dumping the ball to her where Tessa scored without a problem. They both had worked hard to improve themselves and it was paying off.

The eight minutes went by rather quickly. Taylor had scored twelve already and Tessa had six. Taylor had a couple of assists and Tessa grabbed more than her fair share of rebounds. They both impressed me along with Tracy who had spent most of last year on the JV squad. I moved her up when we started districts but she only saw a limited amount of time.

The horn sounded loudly before Rob silenced it. “On the line,” I called. “Give me five then get off for the next group.”

Taylor led the group down and back five times never losing steam as she finished first. I took notes on who had gas left in the tank and who really started to slow down. I put a star next to Tracy who was a little gassed but gave it her all to finish strong.

“Get a drink,” I called. “Group B and group J lets go. J gets the ball.”

I had a line next to Nikki who was a freshman and a promising player from what I saw when I ran the minicamp and had seen her play in the youth league. She played timidly but had a good looking jumper. She needed some work on her defense. The eight minutes went by quickly with more fouls and loose balls bouncing all over the place. They weren’t as clean as the first group. They lined up expecting to run but I threw another wrench in the plan.

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Author’s Note: It’s been a while, but I’m back in action. I’ve had a bunch of ideas swimming around, and because I’m such a lazy/busy bastard, it look me a while to get it all in one place.

All events in this story are a work of fiction, and all characters are completely made up. Most of them. If you’re under 18, do not read this story. Just don’t.

Also, I don’t condone incest. Most people don’t. However, we’d all be lying if said it wasn’t fun to read, write, and fantasize about from time to time.

This is the first time I’ve ventured back into incest/taboo since I started posting here, so I hope you enjoy it.

* * *

“Honey, your father and I are going to spend New Year’s with the Berovski’s.”

“And when were you gonna tell me about this?”

Felix was a little more than peeved. Before his mom even said anything else, he knew what she was getting at. His parents’ going out meant Katrina would be alone at home. Her being alone meant that Felix would probably have to stay with her. He wanted to go into the city for New Year’s Eve, but because his sister was only 20, there was no way she’d be able to go to any of the bars or clubs Felix and his friends would be going to. Katrina didn’t have a fake ID, and New York City was a real pain; if she came along, she wouldn’t be able to do anything at all.

“Sweetie, you and your sister always hang out together. Why should this time be any different?”

“Well, for one, I was thinking of making plans with my friends. We were gonna go into the city probably.” Felix wasn’t really angry, but he made a consistent effort to get at his mother’s throat whenever he wanted to make a point.

“Felix, come on. It’s already New Year’s Eve, and it’s a Sunday afternoon. I think if you were going to make plans, you’d have done it already, hm?”

“Well, my point is that you should at least run things like this by me! You can’t just—”

“—Felix.”

“No! Know what? I’m not finished. I wanna say this one thing. Okay?”

“Okay, go ahead.” Felix’s mom rolled her eyes as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

Pausing a bit before continuing, Felix swallowed before speaking. “Ahem. You, you can’t just assume that I don’t have any plans and then go and make some of your own. I’m a freaking adult now, mom. I’d appreciate it if you showed me some respect, and—” Felix cut himself off as his mouth started to upturn into a smile.

“And… anything else?”

Making eye-contact with his mom made it worse. Felix stifled some laughter as he slammed a kitchen cabinet with his fist.

“Damn it, ma, you never take me seriously.”

“Oh, look who’s talking, mister. Spending a holiday with your sister isn’t going to kill you.”

“Ugh…” Felix rubbed his forehead as he looked at the floor.

“You can invite some friends over and have a party if you want. You and Kat.”

Surprised, Felix looked wide-eyed at his mom. “Wait. Really?”

“Really.”

“You’re not gonna care if we down all the alcohol?”

“Long as no one is drinking and driving, neither me nor your father will mind. Sound good?”

“Hell yeah it sounds good. I love you, mom.” Smiling, Felix approached his mom to give her a warm hug.

Returning the hug, his mom spoke. “Like you said, you guys are adults. Besides, it’s New Year’s. You’re allowed to go crazy.”

“Yeah.”

“You better hurry if you want anyone to come. It’s already 4:30. Go call your friends.”

Breaking the hug, Felix exited the kitchen and proceeded to make his way to his room.

“Felix?”

“Yeah, ma?”

“Come back here a sec.”

Back-peddling, Felix reappeared in the kitchen doorway. “Sup?”

” It’s gonna be a long drive for me and daddy, so the Berovski’s are letting us stay the night. Okay?”

“Oh, okay. So…wait, when are you guys coming back?”

“Probably tomorrow afternoon, later in the day maybe,” she said as she cleared some things off the kitchen table. “I’m leaving you in charge tonight. You got that?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You know. I know you know. Please be responsible tonight. When you guys call your friends, tell them they can spend the night so that they don’t force themselves to drive home later. Last thing we need is someone getting hurt this time of year.”

“I know. I will, don’t worry.”

“Okay,” she finished with a smile. “Now hurry.”

Rushing up the stairs to his room, Felix set off to look for his cell phone with a big smile on his face.

“Kat!” he yelled in between strides.

No answer.

“KAAAAAT!”

“Whaaaaaaaatttttt?!” resounded from the other end of the hall.

Making his way to his sister’s room, Felix projected his voice as he gave his sister instructions. “Ma says we can have a party tonight!” Rounding the corner at the end of the hall, Felix took a right as he continued to speak. “Call a few of your friends, and—”

“—oof!”

“Ahh…”

“Damn it, Felix…”

“Sorry, ow…”

In illegal bahis his excitement, Felix rounded the corner as he was shouting, not listening or looking where he was going. His punishment? A face to face collision with his younger sister Katrina. While recovering, he noticed she was wearing a black sports bra and some running shorts. Glancing at her sneakers, she was probably going to the basement to run on the treadmill.

“Watch where you’re going next time, dipshit.”

“Hey!” Felix shot back while rubbing his sore chin. “If you’re gonna be like that I’m not gonna tell you the good news.”

“You walked into me, you ass.”

“Fine, fine. Mom said we can invite a bunch of friends over tonight for a New Year’s Eve party.”

“What? Wait, why? Why’s she letting us do that?”

Realizing that their mom hadn’t told Katrina the news, Felix proceeded to explain. “Oh. Uh, Mom and dad are going to the Berovski’s for some party at their place.”

“And you’re not going? To the city, I mean.”

“Well, aside from the fact that mom and dad won’t let me, it won’t be so bad sticking around tonight.”

“Heh, yeah. Especially if they’re letting us have friends over. Who’re you gonna invite?”

“Uh, probably Johnny, and maybe… Kenny, Chris…Mike too, I guess. I think they’ll be up for a party. Especially if you invite some of your friends,” Felix finished with a sly smile.

“Oh really now?” Katrina shot back, feigning an annoyed tone.

“What about you? Who you gonna call? Other than the Ghostbusters, that is.”

“You’re such a dork sometimes.”

“I know. You calling Irene? Eh?” Felix nudged his sister in her exposed abdomen, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Um… maybe I’ll invite her… Becky and Jenna… and Kim. Make the ratio nice and even.”

“Nice, nice, nice. Get to calling, it’s already 4:30.”

“I’m gonna run for a bit. I’ll them when I finish.”

“No, no, no, no, no. You call them now. Before they make any plans. Hurry hurry!”

“Calm the hell down, I will.”

“Okay go!”

With that, Felix smacked Katrina on the ass and ran for his room.

“Pervert!” Katrina said with a smile, feeling the sting in her taut bottom.

Tonight wouldn’t be so bad. Spending a night drinking with a bunch of close pals would actually be pretty cool. Since he and his sister were only a year apart, the two of them usually hung around the same crowd of friends more or less. Felix knew the girls she was inviting over, and she knew the guys he was going to call.

Laughing to himself, Felix found his phone and started calling his buddies.

* * *

It was after midnight, the ball had already dropped, and Felix and his friends were already in 2007 territory. The lights were dimmed, giving off a moody ambience, and Katrina’s iPod was hooked up to a pair of expensive speakers she’d gotten for Christmas. With some generic party music blaring in the background, Felix, in his quite tipsy state, inspected the party scene that was his basement.

Crowded around either end of his family’s green ping pong table, Chris and Becky were duking it out against Kenny and Jenna in a game of beer pong. Hazily, Felix noted that Chris and Becky were winning by a landslide. They were always pretty competitive. Jenna and Kenny, on the other hand, were much more interested in each other than the game. In between turns, they’d always slide their hands around each other’s hips, playfully kissing and huddling closely to one another.

Searching the room for Kim and Mike, Felix finally found them seated at the mini bar. Mike was using his bartending skills to serve some nice mixed drinks, and apparently, he was also trying to loosen up the usually uptight Kim. The short, slim brunette was actually pretty hot when she wanted to be, but there was something about shy girls that didn’t interest Felix. He usually went for the bouncy, sporty chicks.

Looking back to his closer surroundings, Felix took notice of the three people in his immediate vicinity. Seated across from him on the shorter sofa was his best friend since third grade, Johnny Altmann. Outgoing and athletic, the tall blonde boy was always ready to party and back Felix up whenever he needed a wingman. Truth was, Felix trusted Johnny more than any of his other friends, and he knew he could confide in him on anything.

“Who was that?” Felix asked, watching as his friend snapped his cell phone shut.

“Jeremy,” Johnny replied, running a hand against his short hair before continuing. “My brother’s in the city, gettin’ all crazy with the ladies without me.”

“Hey!” chimed in a very drunk Irene. “What do you call us, huh? We’re ladies! Ain’t that right, Kat?”

Laughing, Felix’s sister backed up her tipsy blonde friend. “Yep, last time I checked!” Katrina, who was also quite drunk, knocked over her empty beer can. “Besides, Mr. Popular, no one MADE you come to our little shindig!”

“Fine,” Johnny retorted with a chuckle. illegal bahis siteleri “If you want me to leave, I will.”

Getting up to walk away, Johnny’s leg brushed by Katrina, who snatched at his ankle with her left hand.

“Gotcha! Take a seat, son!”

Felix watched as his sister and Irene broke out into uncontrollable laughter once again. Making eye contact with Johnny, the two of them rolled their eyes, each of them gesturing a drinking pantomime to illustrate how drunk their female companions were.

As Johnny took his place back on the opposing couch, Felix let his eyes roam to the girls on either side of him. Irene was seated Indian style to his left, with Katrina lying on her stomach to his right. More than a little buzzed, Felix let his eyes linger on Irene’s envious body for a few seconds. Even though she was one of his sister’s friends, Irene was a knock out. Wearing a strapless tube top that hugged her delectable tits nice and snugly, the hot blonde shuffled her weight to get in a more comfortable position, all the while clutching her nearly empty can of beer. Her eyes lifting to meet Felix’s gaze, Felix surprised himself by not looking away.

He and Irene had hooked up on numerous occasions in the past, and during the small instant when their eyes met, the two seemed to relive their lust-filled past. Her lips upturning slightly before her attention was called away, Irene winked one last time at Felix before turning to her left to face Johnny.

Smiling before looking away, Felix took another swig of his own beer, all the while noting that he was almost finished. His eyes traveling in the direction of his younger sister, Felix noticed that she was distracted by the song playing through the speakers in the background. Her eyes closed, Katrina swung her legs to and fro, all the while softly mouthing the lyrics to a song by Beyoncé whose name Felix could not recall.

In the moment he’d watched his sister, something suddenly clicked in Felix’s mind. As she lay there, lost in her drunken bliss, Felix realized just how attractive Katrina was. He’d always considered his sister to be prettier than the average girl, and he’d even complimented her by telling her that she looked “hot” in the past. Tonight was certainly not an exception.

Nonetheless, something felt different to him. As he repeated his thought to himself, Felix also realized that, by thinking his sister was attractive, he’d unwittingly entertained the idea of being attracted to her. After all, if someone thinks a person’s attractive, there’s a bit more to it than simply thinking they’re good looking. In the back of his mind, Felix knew it was probably the alcohol that was removing the finer points of his reasoning.

All of a sudden, his eyes started traveling all over Katrina’s body. Leaning back in his seat and taking a few extra seconds to notice his sister’s curvier parts, Felix felt a small amount of heat wash over his body. Her round ass, confined quite tightly inside her dark jeans, seemed to jump out at him. The generous swell of her breasts, which were practically spilling out of her v-cut, silk blouse, created the most enticing cleavage he’d seen on a girl in a long time. Her serene visage and closed eyes were the icing on top of an already very sweet cake.

Felix wasn’t sure if it was his silent exchange with Irene that got his hormones all rattled, but what he was certain of was that he couldn’t stop looking at his sister the way he was. He found himself wondering how her ass would feel with his hands squeezing it. He thought about how her breasts would look with no clothes covering them, and how plushy they might feel with him fondling them. He wondered how many sexual partners she’d had. He wondered how experienced she was. All these thoughts were taking their toll on Felix, and once he felt his dick stiffen to near hardness against his leg, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Shaking his head and blinking his eyes a few times, Felix let his vision clear and felt his mind sober up a bit. Noticing once again that his beer was near empty, Felix decided it was time for a refill. His slightly swollen cock resting firmly against his leg, he did his best to remain discreet as he got up to leave. In the garage upstairs, there was still a ton of beer in the fridge, so Felix figured he’d grab a few for everyone.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, sir?”

Looking down at a seated Johnny, Felix smiled, shaking his empty beer can so that his friend could hear. “Time to replenish our stock.”

“Ahhh, there’s a good lad,” Johnny roared, putting on a pirate’s accent. “Go grab some for the ladies too. When ye get back, we be playin’ Kings!”

“You’re such a tool, dude,” Felix retorted, much to the amusement of Irene and Katrina.

“Need help bro?” Johnny inquired once the laughing ceased.

“Nah, I should be good. Be back in a bit.”

Nodding and smiling at his other friends on his way to the stairs, Felix’s thoughts returned to canlı bahis siteleri his sister and her hot body. As he climbed the steps to the first floor of his house, he let images of Katrina fill his head. Unable to shake off the enticing appeal of her curves, he felt his dick stiffen within his jeans yet again.

Gripping and rubbing at his groin, Felix knew that he wasn’t helping his situation. For fuck’s sake, it was his sister he was thinking of. Reaching the first floor of his house, he decided he needed some isolation before heading back down and facing his friends—especially Katrina. Heading for the bathroom, Felix hit the light, fan, and locked the door behind him.

Yanking his pants down, Felix emptied his bladder, doing his best to block thoughts of tits and ass out of his head until he finished. When he was done, he couldn’t help but look at his reflection in the small mirror above the toilet. Looking into his own eyes, he finally felt a trace of guilt creep into his mind. Momentary as it was, he’d lusted after his sister a few moments ago.

Shaking his head left to right, Felix convinced himself to focus on something else. Feeling his dick harden within his grip, he desperately tried to at least focus on a different person. Turning his thoughts to Irene, Felix grinned, moaning, as images of his sister’s blonde friend entered his mind. Stroking his cock into a nice rhythm, Felix recalled the last time he hooked up with Irene. It was late, the two of them were seated side by side on a couch, and Katrina had fallen asleep on the floor in front of them.

They’d seized the moment, and before long, Irene’s head was in lap and she was sucking him dry. It had all happened just a few feet away from his sleeping sister, and just then, as Felix stood there holding his cock, he realized how much of a turn-on it was having almost been caught. The fact that it was his sister made it that much hotter.

Before long, forbidden images of Katrina swam through Felix’s mind once more. As he stood there working his shaft with his left hand, Katrina’s face replaced Irene’s. All of a sudden, he was imagining a scenario where his sister joined her friend in giving him head. Working his cock even more quickly, Felix still envisioned himself back on that couch, groaning as his red-headed sister passed his dick back and forth between her and her best friend. The sight of two hot girls sharing his meat was often something he’d dreamed of, but never before had he placed Katrina in that scenario.

Letting the tantalizing image swim around in his head, Felix relished the thought of his sister’s head bobbing up and down on his dick while Irene sucked his balls into her own mouth. Pumping his cock faster, Felix bit his lip, placing his other hand on the wall in front of him as he strove to reach his climax. Finding his imagination running farther, he entertained the thought of his sister and her best friend seducing guys and fucking them together. The idea that Katrina and Irene were possible partners in crime turned Felix on even more, and the fact that they went to the same college accentuated that possibility, farfetched as it probably was.

It hadn’t taken him long to cum, so his orgasm wasn’t the most explosive he’d had. However, it was the first time he’d done it while thinking of his own sister, and while it did make Felix feel somewhat guilty, he couldn’t deny that because of that guilt, it also felt that much hotter. Cleaning his throbbing dick off, Felix looked at himself in the mirror, smirking a bit before washing his hands. Glancing at his watch, he noted that he’d been upstairs for a little over five minutes. Mentally cursing himself, he made his way to the garage.

Passing through the lit kitchen, Felix put a little pep in his step as he bounced over to the garage, experiencing relapse from his abrupt masturbation session. Cracking open the door to the two-car garage, Felix was surprised that the lights were on, his surprise only subsiding when he saw the figure of his sister at the door to the opened fridge. She was hunched over with her rounded ass pointed in his direction.

Upon hearing the door open, Katrina looked over her shoulder at her older brother, smiling as she took in his frame. “Get lost?”

“I had to go to the bathroom,” Felix huffed, clearing his throat while rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t feeling too good either, thought maybe I had to get some alcohol out of my system before we started up again.”

“Hm. Well, help me with these. It’s too much to carry by myself,” Katrina replied with a slur, all the while eying her brother. Clearly, she was still carrying comparable buzz. Smiling, she turned back around, sticking her head back in the fridge and her ass back up into the air.

Felix could have sworn he saw her eyes travel to his crotch and linger there for a split second. As he crossed the half-empty garage to where she stood, he felt his cock stir again. Images of her and Irene kept popping into his head, and as good as they felt, he knew he had to try to control them. As he made his way over to her, though, he found himself blankly wondering if Katrina thought of him in a sexual way. After all, they were brother and sister, and siblings did tend to think alike.

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Brian checked his watch, he was running late and hoped he didn’t cause Heather and his appointment to be canceled. He pulled into the parking space at the mall, quickly closed and locked his doors and jogged in through the glass door. After taking a quick right, he walked into the department store. Dodging an attractive woman trying to spray him with some odd aftershave, he got the attention of one of the clerks at the perfume counter and asked where was the photo studio?

The clerk pointed toward the back of the store and said it was near the optical department. Nodding, Brian walked quickly toward the back of the store. When he finally made it he spotted Heather who gave him a frightening look and then got up and walked up to the person at the counter. By the time Brian walked into the studio, they were quickly ushered into the back.

“I’m sorry Heather, I got caught in the holiday traffic.”

“You could have called, they almost cancelled this thing.”

Brian shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Well we’re okay now.”

“Look, I just want to get this done, it’s been years since Mom had a picture of the both of us.”

“Calm down, it’s okay now.”

They were led into a small area and asked if they needed to get changed. They both shook their heads so the receptionist said, “Okay, just have a seat here and the photographer will be with you shortly.”

In just a few minutes the photographer rushed in and said, “Okay, why don’t you stand before the blue screen?”

Brian and Heather stood up in front of the screen and before they knew it there was a bright flash. “Hey, we weren’t ready,” Heather complained.

“Just a quick natural shot. Now go ahead and stand next to each other, yes, you, ah…” the photographer looked at a card, “Heather, konyaaltı escort go ahead and step a bit in front of your husband.”

“Brother,” Heather replied.

“Okay, step a bit in front of your brother, yes, that’s good,” he said just before there was another bright flash. “Now, brother…”

“It’s Brian,” Heather interrupted.

“Okay, Brian, some sit over here and,” looking back at his card, “Heather, you stand here.”

She moved over and then blinked at the flash. As the spots slowly cleared from her eyes she noticed the photographer walking out of the room as he was speaking, “…will be ready is fifteen minutes. You can wait here.”

“He’s gone,” Heather said, exasperated. “What kind of photo session was that?”

“Look, you bought the cheapest package they had, what do you expect?”

“I don’t know, something a little bit more professional.”

“You’re in a department store studio after buying their cheapest package, what do you want, a Playboy layout?”

“Well it could have been something sexier,” Heather replied.

“Oh , you mean something like this?” he asked, reaching a hand around her an pretending to grab her breast.

“No, I think something more like this,” she replied, moving to face him and putting her foot up on the chair beside him.

“Or even this?” he asked, lifting his hand up under her skirt and pushing his palm up tight against her panties, “or this?” he continued, slipping his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties.

Sitting down onto his lap, she reached down and ran both hands up his thighs until finding the growing bulge of his cock. Squeezing it she said, “I think like this.”

Brian reached down, unzipped his zipper and then leaned back as his sister pulled kültür escort his cock out of his pants. He watched as she began stroking it. Whispering, “Do we have time?” he slipped his hand into her panties and pushed two fingers into her pussy. He gasped slightly feeling how wet she was.

“I’m ready now,” she replied, “they said fifteen minutes, that means thirty.”

Pushing her up off his lap, Brian pulled her panties down and helped her work them over her shoes. He then stood up, and unfastened his pants. Letting his pants fall to the floor, he pushed down his underwear and then pushed his sister’s back down, guiding her to lean over the chair. He then moved in behind her and let his cock brush against her ass and thighs before sliding it down over her pussy.

Brian felt Heather reach up between her legs and grab his cock. She guided it between her lips and then leaned back toward him, letting the head of his cock slide into her wet opening. Brian grabbed her hips and thrust forward, shoving his cock deep inside his sister. Feeling the wet, softness envelop him, he held her tight against him for a moment, savoring the feeling of his sister’s pussy tight around his cock.

Slowly withdrawing, he backed up until his cock nearly slipped out of her before thrusting forward again. He heard her moan and could feel her fingers banging against his balls. “Damn, she’s playing with her clit,” he thought. The thought of his sister playing with her clit while he was fucking her turned him on even more and he desperately began plunging his cock in and out of her.

Just about the time he felt the pressure in his ball building and he knew he couldn’t hold out any more he heard Heather, moan, “Oh yes, yes, I’m coming.”

That was all he could take and he gave markantalya escort into the incredible sensations he was feeling, the warm wetness of his sister as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. He pulled back one final time and then shoved himself hard into her, his cock spurting cum deep inside her. Holding her hips he continued spurting while feeling her pussy convulsing over his cock.

Holding her tight, he kept his cock in her as long as he could, only pulling away when it shrank enough to slide out of her. He quickly pulled up his underwear and pants and was fastening them when Heather whispered , “Quick, help me. Hand me some of those tissues,” she said pointing. As Brian handed her several she said, “You must have come a gallon, look at this. Here, give me some more tissue.”

Brian handed her the tissue and then picked up her panties off the floor. Heather had thrown out the tissue and he was ready to help her get her shoes through the leg openings in the panties when they heard footsteps. Brian quickly shoved the panties into his pocket and the both sat down as the sales lady came into the room.

“We have your pictures ready if you’d like to come view them.”

In spite of the hurried poses and quick session the pictures were nice. Brian and Heather were able to fight off the hard sell and ended up buying the least expensive package, which included one large size photograph for their mother.

“She’ll like having something where we aren’t fighting,” Brian said.

“Yeah, we won’t tell her what we do instead of fighting now.”

“No I think she would prefer we fight,” Brian said. He gave his sister a kiss on the cheek and headed out to his car. It wasn’t until he was halfway home that he realized he still had his sister’s panties in his pocket. Well, he had a nice souvenir that just might come in handy, he thought, remembering how nice they felt when he slipped his hand under them. “Damn she was wet,” he said to himself as he pulled into the parking lot of his apartments.

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