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Singing Jasen’s Song: Part 5

I apologize a million times over for how long it’s been since my last post. As always, for thsoe of you who don’t know, this isn’t a story about meaningless sex (well…not really), so if that’s what you’re looking for, you may want to look elsewhere. This part has no sex. Comments are welcomed and appreciated. I hope your refresh buttons, once again, get a break. Since so much of this story revolves around songs, it might be fun for you to look up some of the tunes mentioned. If you look for the last song, remember it is the one featuring Amy Lee. – SS

Mom Caught Me pt. 3

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An incest birthday chapter 5

Sorry this one took so long, I couldnt find the time to write, but I’m working on it so I wont have to quit altogether, I have an idea for an upcoming story, but I need it to be in Rita’s point of view, would you guys be ok with that? as usual comments are appreciated

Knowing

Tony awoke in an empty bed. He looked at the sun behind the closed blinds and realized how late it was. A glance at the clock confirmed it. It was twenty after ten in the morning!! Almost 10:30!!
He realized how aroused he was and remembered the last images of his dream, that of standing tall over some faceless woman. She was his slave, and he was her master, and it was his job to break her; to make her do everything she loathed and detested, every dirty perversion that she had been conditioned to fear, so that she would be utterly his.
He shook his head to clear the image, which was causing stirrings down below, then got out of bed and opened the blinds, standing nude in the fresh morning light streaming in through the window. He looked out and saw Mrs. Stanley, their next-door neighbor, staring at him with her mouth slightly agape. He stared straight into her eyes and smiled slightly, letting her look. She was a widow with two daughters a year or two behind him in school. There was no harm in letting her look.
He saw an expression of being lost in rapture on her face, then a look of raw naked lust glinted in her eye. She looked up a little more and locked eyes with him.
“I know who you are.” he said aloud. There was no way she could have heard him through the glass and across all the distance between them, but she got a shocked expression on her face and looked away. She was clearly shaken.
He had first met her a few years ago, while her husband had still been alive, and remembered her a lively, vibrant being, full of freedom and wonder, and then he had watched her close all that down, locking it away inside her after Brad’s accident.
She was on her knees in her flower garden, pulling weeds, and when she finally looked up and saw him still watching, she blushed and went back to pulling her weeds, perhaps a little more fiercely than needed.
He turned away from the window and got clean clothes on, a pair of comfy running shorts and a tie dye, then went down to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee from the pot.
There was a knock at the door, and he opened it to find Mrs. Stanley standing there, looking a little nervous.
“Oh, hi.” he said, friendly.
“Hello.” she said, sounding even more nervous than she looked. “I want to apologize for… looking… at you, a few minutes ago.” she said, shakily. “I had no right…”
“I know who you are.” he said.
“I know you do.” she said. She blushed and looked at the floor, making him wonder what she really meant.
The feeling of mastery from his dream washed over him momentarily, and he decided to take a chance.
“You’re Mrs. Stanley… your name is Leah, isn’t it?” he said, matter of factly.
“Yes.” she answered, crossing her arms defensively. “I’m not really Mrs. Stanley anymore, not since Brad…”
“I will call you Leah.” he said softly. “May I do that?”
“Yes, I would like that, Tony.” she told him, saying his name for the first time. She liked saying it, he noted.
“Leah, what did you see?” he asked her. She blushed furiously, looking down at the floor. “Come with me. “
He took her arm and led her into the kitchen, sitting her down at the table. “Look at me, Leah, and tell me, what did you see?”
He was leaning against the table right next to her, arms folded across his chest, and she had to look up to see his eyes. His crotch was less than two feet from her face, and right on the same level. She squirmed a little uncomfortably, but he held her gaze and repeated his question. “What did you see?”
“I… I saw your…” she faltered.
“Say it!” he insisted. “Tell me what you saw.”
“I saw your penis!” she blurted out, blushing deeply, but still he kept his eyes locked on hers.
“That wasn’t the word you thought of when you saw it, though, is it, Leah? What word was in your mind?”
“Cock.” she whispered. “I was looking at your cock, and I couldn’t look away.”
“Very good, Leah. Thank you for telling me the truth.” he said, releasing her with his eyes. She looked at the floor between them, nearly in tears.
“I want you to tell me the truth again, Leah.” he told her. She nodded, her head still down. “Why couldn’t you look away?”
“I… It was hard… It made me feel…”
“It made you fall horny, didn’t it, Leah? It made you all gooey inside, didn’t it, Leah?”
“Yes.” she whispered.
“I know who you really are, Leah.” he said. “I know who you really are inside. You look like a good girl, you act like a good girl, but inside, you’re not really a… bad girl, are you? Not really bad, just naughty, just a little… dirty. A little slutty. Am I right?”
“I’m sorry.” she whispered. “I don’t want to be a slut, hontely, I don’t. I just couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry about that with me.” he told her. “I like that about you. It’s what makes you a real person. You feel that way, too, don’t you? Like she’s the real you, not this… this lady… that everyone sees on the outside.”
“Yes.” she said, and a tear crept down her cheek. I… I have to pretend all the time. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t come over here to apologize, did you Leah? The nice lady next door rang the bell for you, and said those things for you, but you were secretly thinking something else, weren’t you?”
“Oh God… I … yes.” she admitted. “When you said you knew me, I… I had to come over. I knew it was no use hiding from you.”
“I can help you let her out, Leah. The real you. The one you’ve been dying inside for all these years. Let’s set her free. I bet she’s the most beautiful creature in the world. Will you let me meet her?”
She was crying now, and he bent and hugged her. She threw her arms around him gratefully, sobbing into his shoulder. Eventually, he moved her back until he was looking straight into her eyes again.
“You want to be ruled sexually, to give over all control, to do every dirty thing you have never heard of yet. You want all the dirty words, all the slutty words, too, like tits and ass, cock and cunt; you want it in your pussy, in your mouth, and as deep in your ass as it will go. You want to be tied up and used, to be raped, don’t you?”
“There’s more.” he said. “You also want to be spanked for thinking these things, too, punished for your naughtiness.” he told her. “Isn’t that right? I know who you really are, and I‘m going to set you free, Leah.”
“Oh my God.” she whispered. “How can you know…” He put a finger to her lips and stood up.
“Now is not the time for talking, Leah.” he said, then he lifted her chin with one finger and took her head in both hands, pointing her face right at his groin, then crossed his arms.
“Take it out, Leah, take my cock out of my shorts.” he commanded. Slowly, she lifted her hands to his waistband, looking dazed, as if she were in a dream-state, and pulled his shorts down.
His cock hung down in front of her at about a 45* angle, twitching slightly.
“Take it in your mouth, Leah.” he said hoarsely. She looked up at him, a little fearfully.
“I’ve never done that.” she whispered. “Do I have to?”
“Take it in your mouth, Leah!” he said more strongly, making it an order. “Keep looking at me while you do it, too. Be a slut, let yourself be the slut you know you really are.”
He moved his hips and placed the head of his dick at her lips, so she obediently opened her mouth and let him in. Her mind reeled with what she was doing. She wanted to stop; she knew she should stop, but she couldn’t, now that she had begun.
“Suck it.” he commanded. “Suck it all in your mouth, move your head back and forth on it, and don’t stop until I tell you to.” He entwined his fingers into her thick black tresses, massaging her scalp.
She nodded slightly, using the motion to pull more of him into her mouth, letting him sink the whole thing inside. He was still slightly flaccid, but the heat and moisture of her mouth, not to mention the sucking action, stimulated the flow of blood into his member rapidly and his full nine inches expanded right into her throat. Panic rose in her heart, but he held her head firmly, totally in control.
“Breathe through your nose.” he told her, holding her head tightly against him now, not letting her go with his eyes. He saw the panic in them subside as she moved air in and out. He felt her swallow the load of saliva past his cockhead, the muscles of her throat constricting around him.
“Oh, God yeah.” he sighed, allowing her to slide her mouth off him and folded his arms once more. “That’s a good slut. You suck cock like a natural. This is who you really are, isn’t it, Leah?”
She looked back down at the floor, but he put one hand back on her head and made her look up at him. “Breathe, Leah, catch your breath, and then take me into your mouth again. Not all the way, this time, though, I want to lick it and use your hands and play with it.”
She nodded, swallowing several times and panting a little. “Tony, I- I feel so dirty. Using my mouth on you… its… I feel like a thing you are using, and even though I know its wrong, it feels so right at the same time. Like I’m supposed to be a dirty sex slut, but I can’t do it myself. I need you to help me.
“I want you to use me, to do all the sex things, I need to be dirty and a whore and the only way to do that is to give myself to you. Tie me up and take me against my will. I have all these barriers inside me that need to be broken down, walls that hold me in. I need you to help me break them so I can be free.”
“Don’t speak anymore, Leah, now is not the time for talking yet. That will come after.” he explained. “Now is the time for feeling.”
She started to speak, but he put his finger to her lips. “Trust me.” he said. She nodded, then licked her lips and took his cock in her hand, guiding it into her mouth.
“Play with it, you said?“ she thought to herself. “I can do that. I’ve always wanted to do that.” She felt something break inside her, chains, and she felt free, her soul soaring out and expanding.
She swirled her tongue over the head, sliding her fist up and down in her firm grasp. She moved her face closer, sucking a little harder now, and went down to about halfway on his shaft, then opened her mouth and licked her tongue up the underside all the way, teasing the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue, smiling at him with her eyes.
“Like this?” she smiled, licking the head like a lollypop.
“Holy shit, I thought you said you never did this before?” he gasped. He was close to coming from her hand moving on him alone.
“Well, I haven’t.” she said. “You told me to have fun with it, so that’s what I’m doing. Am I doing it wrong? I can stop if you want me to.”
“No, God, don’t stop. Make me come and swallow it all, Leah. Suck my come little a dirty little slut.”
“Yes master.” she said, then took it in her mouth again, licking and sucking and bobbing her head. She could feel it start pulsing in her hand first, then he was flooding her mouth with hot sticky fluid, musky and salty.
His hands were in her hair, preventing her from pulling away.
“Swallow it!” he gasped, so she obeyed, gulping down the mouthfuls as they spurted out. There was more than she could handle at once, and it dripped out the corners of her mouth onto her blouse.
When he was done, he let her go and smiled down at her. She swallowed thickly and returned it weakly.
“Thank you.” she said. “I needed that.
“So did I.” he said. “Are you ready to finish your training?”
“My training?” she asked. “What do you mean?”
“Leah, you don’t think one blowjob is enough, do you? I don’t. I need all of you.”
“All of me?” she whispered. “What do you mean?”
“Leah, you feel free right now, after what I made you do, don’t you?” he asked her. “Look, my come has stained your blouse, and if you leave right now, you’ll go back into hiding, and when you look at this blouse in your closet, you’ll remember this feeling and live the rest of your life wondering.”
“That’s not what you want.” he said. “I know that’s not what you need. You need to be free forever; to never hide who you truly are again. You need to set yourself free, Leah. Come upstairs with me and be mine forever.”
“Oh, Tony, I can’t!” she cried. “I have daughters and my job and responsibilities!”
“Tomorrow, you have those things.” he said, “Today, right now, in this moment, you belong to me, and I’m not done with you yet.”
He pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them, then headed for his room. She got up and followed him.
Outside his door, he turned to face her. He looked straight into her eyes once more. “Take your clothes off out here, Leah. All females who enter my room do so naked, no exception. It keeps my sister out of here. Enter of your own free will.”
“I…” He stopped her with a finger on her lips again.
“No, Leah, this is still not the time for talking. This is the time for feeling. If you do not enter my room naked right now, there never will be a time for talking. You can go home forever right now.” he said, taking a gamble. “But I know who you really are. Come into my room and let her free, Leah, she really wants to be in there. I know she does.”
She hesitated a long moment, all her emotions right there in her eyes for him to read. Fear, horniness, submission, fear, wanton sluttiness, wanting to give away all control, wanting love, wanting sex, and fear. She dropped her eyes and he knew he had won as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Naked, Leah.” he whispered. “Take all your clothes off and go lay on my bed. I’ll be waiting inside.” He stepped into the room, moving out of sight as he went to the side.
A moment later, she entered, completely nude. He admired her petite form, noting her tight, trim ass above legs that were shapely and long for her body.
“Lay down sideways on my bed, Leah, on your back and leave your feet on the floor.” he instructed. She turned to face him and he got his first look at her bare breasts. They were firm, and just the right size for her small frame. She had dark chocolate nipples on puffed up brown areolae.
She sat on the bed, then lay back as he moved toward her. She looked up at him wordlessly as he stood above her.
“Oh, my lovely Leah.” he breathed. He touched his fingers to the inside of her knees. “Open.” he said, then stepped inside her legs, touching behind her knees only, moving her legs open wide and back, exposing her fully before him.
His fully hard cock moved forward, almost of its own volition, and he rubbed the tip of it up and down her labia, mashing it firmly into her clit, then slid it lower and let her feel it at the entrance to her body. She moaned out loud, tossing her head from side to side as it moved back up, teasing her.
“Please, I need it.” she whimpered. “I’m ready, please, I need it.”
“What do you need, Leah?” he asked her, teasing her. “Say it in words, Leah. Use the dirty words. Talk dirty to me, Leah. Beg.”
“Oh, God, please don’t make me say it. I’m so ashamed right now. I just need it so bad, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe I’m doing this; it doesn’t seem real right now. Please just put it inside me; help me!!”
“Use the dirty words, Leah. I want to hear you say it nasty, like the little slut you really are. Dirty little cum-slut, filthy whore, talk dirty to me, I know you know how!!” he said strongly to her, still rubbing his cock over the outside of her pussy. “Say it!”
“Unngh, oh God, fuck me, Tony, put your big fucking cock in my slutty little pussy and, and fuck me as hard as you can! Make me come all over your cock, make me come with your cock!”
“I’m gonna fuck you, Leah, I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you really are. MY slut. You’re MY little slut, aren’t you, Leah? You knew this was gonna happen the moment you laid eyes on me through my window, didn’t you? You hoped this would happen, I could see the wish of it in your eyes as I looked into your soul.”
“Tell me you’re my little cumslut, my whore, my sex-slave. Tell me all about how nasty you are; tell me every dirty thought in your mind. Tell me, and I’ll give you this.” With is last word, he moved his cock to her opening and pushed it inside a little, letting her feel herself stretching open just the slightest before pulling back and rubbing the length of it up and down her slit again.
She moaned again, louder, then started babbling. “Oh, God, put it in me!” she begged. “I’m your slut, your dirty little whore, fuck your slave, I’m your slave, fuck me anytime, anywhere! Put that big cock inside me and make me yours forever! Fuck your little cumslut slave!!” she told begged, pleading with her eyes.
“What will you give me?” he taunted, letting her feel him at her opening another moment. “Will you give me your heart? Will you give me your trust? Will you give me your love?”
“Yes!” se begged, “Fuck me! Put that cock in me and fuck me!!”
“Will you give me your body?” he asked. “Will you give me control?”
“Yes, God, anything, I’ll do anything you say!! Anything!! Just fuck me!!!”
“Will you give me your mouth, whenever I want it? Will you give me your pussy whenever I want it? Will you give me your asshole the same way?”
“Oh, God, anything you ask. Anything. Please? I swear, if you order me to do something, I will. I promise. Just please fuck me.”
“I accept your promises, and give you one of my own. I’m going to test every limit you have, Leah, I’m going to explore every inch of your submissiveness to me; I promise I’m going to make you love doing things you never dreamed of, Leah. I promise you this.” With that, he pushed his whole cock into her pussy, feeling the heated wetness of her envelop him like a velvet glove.
She felt him slowly penetrating her, filling the emptiness inside her with hit, throbbing passion, and his words set her heart on fire.
“At last.” she thought. “Somebody finally understands!!” She felt him bottom out inside her, filling her completely. She could feel him pressing against her cervix. She looked into his eyes and transferred her whole being into him, and felt him claim her, taking her, possessing her. She felt tears welling up inside her as emotion swept her away.
“I claim you as mine, Leah. With my cock inside your body, and my entire mind, I claim you as mine, now and forever.” he said, steadfastly looking into her eyes. “You belong to me, and you are under my protection. You will always be faithful to me and me alone, and all that is yours is now mine as well. I take you as my slut, as my whore, as my slave. I take you as my wife; I take you as my wife, I take you as my wife.”
As he spoke, he was stroking his cock in and out of her, still holding her knees back and apart, using every inch of his cock in her, sliding it in and out, staring into her wide-open eyes and watching his words fill her with emotion. He saw the love and trust and devotion as she looked steadfastly back at him.
“Tell me what you are.” he said, after a long moment. “Tell me.”
“I’m your slave.” she said breathlessly. “I’m your whore. I’m your slut. I’m your little cumslut, and you can do whatever you please with me. I’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere.” she said. “I’ll suck your cock anytime you want. You can fuck my asshole anytime you want, too. I’ll let you photograph me if you want. I’m your dirty little whore, and you can use me anywhere, anytime. Forever.”
“Oh, Leah!” he shouted, and drove inside her as hard and deep as he could and came inside her. His cock spurted out one huge gush of hot jizz, then three more smaller ones, then his stiff body relaxed and he slumped down on top of her, letting her take his whole weight.
They lay together a long moment, cherishing each other. She loved the feel of his cock inside her, slowly softening and getting pushed out by her natural tightness. She wanted this moment to last forever, but the ringing of his cell phone on his bed table brought it to a crashing halt.
“Oh, God, what have I done?” she sobbed as he sat up and grabbed it, flipping it open. “Tony…” A thousand conflicting thoughts raced through her mind all at the same time.
“Hey howdy.” he said into it, not looking at her. “Oh, hey Dad, what’s up?” He listened for a moment. “Okay, that explains why you didn’t come home last night. How long are you going to be there?” He listened a long moment again, then laughed wryly.. “I see. Well, have a good time, and see you on Tuesday, then.” Another listen. “Yeah, I’ll do that, I’ll make sure of it. It’s okay, Dad, I’m a man, now, I’ll take care of her. I promise.” He flipped it shut and tossed it back on the table.
“That was your father?” she asked.
“Yeah, he’s going to be in Hawaii for the weekend, lucky bastard. He left on the red-eye last night. Some sales thing at his work.” he told her. “He said I can use the emergency credit card in his desk to get anything Kim and I need, food-wise.”
“How old are you?’ she asked him. “How old is your sister? That’s a lot of responsibility to dump on a kid at the last minute.”
“I’m seventeen.” he told her. “Kim is fifteen. My Dad trusts me. He knows I won’t let him down.”
He looked at her steadily. “The same way you can trust, me, Leah. I won’t let you down, either. I promise.”
“I do trust you, Tony.” she said. “I trust you completely. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here like this.” She indicated her naked body, blushing slightly.
“Tell me what you are, Leah. Tell me what you without the sexual frenzy making you do it. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your little cumslut.” she said sitting up. “I’m your little whore; I’m your cockslut slave, and I promise everything I have is yours, Master.” As she finished speaking, she was on her knees in front of him, her hands clasped together between her breasts.
“Everything you have is mine.” he said, and she repeated it.
“Everything I have is yours, Master.”
“Prove it.” he told her. “Come over here and get me hard with your mouth, then lay down on my bed with your ass high in the air, and beg me to fuck you there.”
“Oh, yes, Master, tell your little slut what to do, and I’ll do it.” Smiling, she crawled over to him, then pulled herself up and took him between her lips. Once again, she took his whole flaccid member into her mouth and allowed it to grow down her throat, then she pulled back off it and moved to the bed.
She lay down on her stomach and lifted her hips with her legs spread wide. “Come fuck my ass, Master. Take this little whore in her asshole and shove your whole huge cock inside me. It’s your asshole; I give it to you freely, Master. Use me for your pleasure!!!”
“You got, slave.” he replied, getting on the bed behind her. He put his hands on her hips, nudging her legs further apart with his knees, and tilted her ass up to just the right angle. “Just like that, baby, don’t move until I tell you to!!”
He pulled her onto him, sliding his cock into the tightest orifice it had ever entered.
“Ohh, God, oh shit!!” she cried out. “Master, it hurts so good!!”
“Remember this feeling, Leah, remember exactly how you feel right now. I’m using your body for my pleasure, Leah, I’m taking you in the most selfish way possible, slut. I’m fucking your asshole, you dirty little cumslut; I’m taking your ass with my big cock.” he told her. She grunted under him as he thrust deep into her, over and over again.
“Oh, oh, God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” he cried out, then removed his cock from her ass and slid it balls deep into her pussy.
She felt his cock sliding fully inside her, and this time, it didn’t just nudge her cervix, it pushed right into it and spread it wide, just as his cock spewed forth the first jet of goo inside her. He pulled it nearly all the way out, held it a moment and let the next blast spurt all along the inside of her cunt as he pushed inside once more, lubricating her with his semen. He stroked it slowly to a stop as his orgasm ended.
“Oh, Leah, that was…” he whispered in her ear, laying over her back and holding her in his arms. “That was it.”
“That was what, Master?’ she asked, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes.
“That was enough. I just made you pregnant. Can’t you feel it? I can.” he said.
“Pregnant?” she asked, touching her belly. “You just fucked a baby into me?”
“I sure did.” he said proudly. “I’m going to cook you breakfast to celebrate, too.”
“Pregnant?” she said again, doubtfully. “Are you sure?”
“I felt it. Didn’t you?” he asked, getting up. He went to his drawers and pulled out another pair of shorts, then drew them on. “Come on back down to the kitchen.” he said. “Would you like some eggs? That seems like an appropriate thing to eat right now.”
“I’m not really hungry.” she said, faintly. “I’m going to go home for a little while, okay?” She stood up, one hand still on her belly and an uneasy expression on her face. “I need to lay down and think.”
“Sure thing, Leah. I’ll be over in a little while, after I eat, and we can continue this journey we’ve started together in your room.” he told her.
“In my room?” she said, doubtfully.
“Sure. Everything you have is mine, right? Slave?” he said, sharply. “Or didn’t you mean that when you said it? Because I certainly meant every word of my promise when I said that I was going to push all your boundaries, Leah.
“No, I… I’ll see you in a little while, then, Tony. The door will be unlocked. Just come up to my room. I’ll be waiting for you there.”
He waited until she was at the door, then called her name, stopping her.
“Tell me what you are, Leah.” he commanded.
“I’m your dirty little cumslut slave, Master.” she said, then smiled and blew him a kiss. “I feel so free; I can’t believe this!”
* * *
After a quick breakfast of eggs and coffee, he left the house and crossed the lawn. The front door was unlocked, as promised, and as he entered, he surprised the two teenage girls watching TV in the front room.
“Hello.” said one of them, looking a little startled that a stranger had just walked right in without knocking.
“Well, hello yourself.” he replied, smiling. “I guess your Mom didn’t tell you about me. That’s understandable, I guess.
“Who are you?” asked the other one. “Wait, I know you. You’re Tony from next door, right?”
“Correct.” he answered. “I know your names are Tia and Mia, but I don’t know which name goes with which person.”
“I’m Tia.” said the first girl, standing up and holding out her hand to shake. He took it and kissed the back of it, instead.
“An honor.” he said softly, letting it go. The other girl stayed seated on the sofa, so he came over to her.
“And that makes you Mia.” he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it as well.
“It does.” she agreed, letting her hand be kissed.
“Well, Mia, Tia, if you’ll excuse me, I believe your mother is expecting me upstairs in her room.” he said, moving towards the stairs.
“Wait a minute, you’re going up to her room?” Tia interrupted, catching his arm as he passed her. “Does she even know you’re coming?”
“I’m not coming yet, Tia, but if you’ll be so kind as to let me go, I’m sure I will be soon.” he joked, tugging his arm free.
“What does that mean?” Mia asked, getting up to follow him. Both girls were right behind him as he climbed the stairs.
“Which is your mother’s room?” he asked, seeing three closed doors on the second floor. There was also a small bathroom up there, but that door was open.
“That one.” Tia said, pointing at the far end of the hallway. “Why? You can’t go in there… Wait!!”
Both girls watched in astonishment as he went down the hall and let himself in, and, after a small wry smile over his shoulder at them, closed the door behind him.
“Holy moly, what do you think he’s doing in there?” Mia asked her sister, clutching her arm.
“Let’s go listen at the door.” Tia answered, going quietly down the hall. Both girls huddled together outside the door and tried to hear the muffled voices coming from within.
* * *
“Hello, Leah, your Master is here. I think you should get on your knees and welcome me home with your mouth.” he said. She was curled up on her bed, wearing a bathrobe and facing away from him. She turned her head and looked at him, bleary eyed from crying.
“Do it right now, slave!!” he ordered.
“Tony…” she whispered.
“Are you my slave or not?” he demanded. “You’re upset because I put a baby in your belly, right? You think you can just forget everything that happened between us this morning because of that?”
“But Tony…” she tried again. He would have none of it.
“But nothing. Did you or did you not give yourself to me? Forever?” he said. “I know who you are, Leah, and deep down, this is what you really wanted. A son. And now you have him.”
She touched her belly again, a look of wonder on her face. “How can you know…” She looked right into his eyes. “How can you know all these things? Things about me, what I’ve always really wanted, who I really am, how can you know?” She started to cry again. “How can you know I’m pregnant with your son?”
“I can feel it inside me, and I know things.” he said simply. “I’ve had it all my life. I feel it a lot more strongly with you, though. The strongest it’s ever been with anyone.” He looked at her sharply.
“Dammit, now is not the time for talking! Get on your knees in front of me, and welcome me here with your mouth, little slave slut cunt!” he ordered, and she moved slowly to obey.
“NOW!” he demanded. “Or do I need to give you a spanking to more firmly establish my rightful place over you?”
“No, master, please don’t spank me. I promise I’ll be good from now on.” she said, moving with better speed at his threat. She got into position and opened his fly, reached her right hand in and pulled him out, then captured his cock with her mouth. He let her suck it a short moment, then withdrew it from her lips.
“Very good, slave. Tell me again who you are.” he told her. “Sit up straight, hands behind your back, tits thrust out, and eyes forward. Tell me who you are!!”
“I’m your slutty little cumwhore, Master.” she said.
“Louder!” he ordered. “Tell me who you are!!”
“I’m your fuck-slut whore; your slave, Master!” she cried out.
“What did you give me, slave?” he demanded.
“I gave you my ass, my pussy, and my mouth, Master. Everything I have belongs to you now. You even took my womb, if what you say is true, Master. Everything I have is yours, Master.”
“Oh, it’s true, slave slut.” he said. “When can I fuck you?”
“Anytime, any hole, anywhere, Master.” she told him.
“Louder, bitch!!” he demanded again.
“Anytime, any hole, any where you want me, Master. I’m your fuck toy, your slutty little whore. You can fuck me whenever you want, anywhere you want, in any hole you want. I promise I’ll never tell you no.” she cried out loudly.
“Very good, my little cumslut. You may return to the bed, where you will lay face down, legs wide open, and await my return. I need a shower and to relieve myself.”
She obeyed him, getting into the position he’d ordered her into. She heard him leave the room and her mind whirled, reeling with the things alive inside her.

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California Girls 4

Sorry this took so long but I hadnt planned on doing this so I started a new story before switching back to this. I had a first version but I didn’t like it so I scrapped it and wrote this one instead. much better in my opinion so enjoy

Sharing My Room With Sis 8: A Fake Date and A Real Show

It was after school on another Friday, and I headed to my car. My sister Abby was already there, waiting for me. With her was her new friend Izzy. I’d been giving rides home every day this week so she wouldn’t have to ride the bus. They were chatting happily as we got in the car. My eyes met with Izzy’s just a moment as we got in. There was still a weirdness between us two.
It had been a week since Izzy had discovered the incestuous relationship Abby and I had while she was over at our house. The shock of it and the fear that she could expose us nearly caused Abby to end her short friendship with Izzy. Desperate to keep the only friend she’d made since she came to our school district, Izzy had exposed to us her own deep secret to try to restore balance.
Sunday had been only the start of what turned into the most angst-ridden week of my 16 years. After dropping Izzy off, Abby and I had gone to bed together in my bed, as we had almost every night since a storm had flooded her room. Still overcome by the embarrassment of the night, we’d gone to sleep for the first time without touching each other, somehow managing not to touch at all on my twin bed.
On Monday, my friends at school had started making fun of me for not ever having a date and always hanging out with my sister before and after school. One of them had even suggested I date Abby. I knew he was just screwing with me and didn’t have any idea what was happening, but simply knowing the idea was even in their heads scared me. I knew we’d have to distance ourselves more in public.
All the stress had set back our hormones, as well. Lying in the dark in bed Monday night, I had felt relief more than anything when Abby’s hand reached over and started feeling my dick. I’d fingered her and she’d jacked me off as we’d done before, but it seemed a little different than before, with more nervousness and less passion.
We came home on Tuesday to find that the contractors had finally arrived to work on Abby’s room, and had already replaced the damaged drywall and the broken window. Once the carpet was put in, the room would be ready for Abby to return. It seemed that our time sharing my room may have been ending soon.
That night, our Mom seemed to sense the discomfort we exhibited and pulled me aside. She had incorrectly surmised that it was because of Abby’s lack of privacy, and had told me to give her some space and spend a few nights fighting the dogs for the couch.
It seemed that the universe itself was pushing us apart. I spent all day at school on Friday wondering if the end was near with Abby. We’d have to stay away from each both at school and home. The one time we’d done something this week, it hadn’t been the same, and soon Abby would be moving back into her room. With all the tension around us now, it wouldn’t take very long for pretending to not want to spend time together became reality.
I knew that wasn’t what I wanted. My new relationship with Abby was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted to wait until this blew over, and continue with her just as before. But did she feel the same way? I was afraid to ask. Even knowing now how much she enjoyed, I still didn’t want to pressure her into anything, and I knew if she saw how I felt, my shy, sweet sister would have a hard time turning me down.
These thoughts still swirling in my head, I started the car and headed for Izzy’s house. The lone good thing this week was that Abby and Izzy’s friendship had seemed to come back together. Listening to her talk to Abby, I realized I wasn’t the only one worrying.
“What are you doing tonight? Did that boy ask you out?” Abby asked.
“No. I don’t think he was even interested in me. Everyone here seems to think I’m wierd,” Izzy replied. I think she was right. Just from hearing some of my friends talk, people did think there was something off about her. I could see why. Izzy was as shy as Abby, and now I knew that the weight of worry from her ‘dark secret’ just added to the distance she showed to other people.
“That sucks Izzy,” Abby said. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a date before too long and then everyone will know you’re not weird.”
“I hope so. Are you two up to anything tonight?” Izzy’s tone sounded a bit perkier with the last question.
“No. Everyone thinks its weird that we spend so much time together. We’ve had to stop going around together all the time,” Abby said. “Wait a second…” Her voice perked up, too. “I just had an idea of how to solve everyone’s problem.”
“What is it?” Izzy asked.
“You can date my brother!”
I was surprised at the suggestion. Izzy and I were still awkward around each other. Was this Abby’s way of trying to end our fling? “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said.
Izzy seemed similarly surprised. “Yeah, I don’t get it. I don’t want to come between you and your brother, Abby.”
Abby laughed. “You wouldn’t date for real, you’d only pretend. Getting seen together on dates will help both your reputations at school.” She looked at me. “And if you’re dating my best friend, it’ll give us an excuse to all hang out together.”
It seemed brilliant. Just hearing the excitement in Abby about getting to be with me put me on board.
“Its sounds okay with me if its okay with you guys,” Izzy said.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” I said.
“Great. You can have your first date tonight. I know a bunch of people are going to the movies tonight, we can all go there. You two can go in first and make sure you’re seen, then I’ll follow in a bit later. We can go to a movie none of them would go see and all sit together.” Izzy and I agreed.
We arrived at Izzy’s house. As she got out of the car, Abby said, “Both of you, make sure you dress as you would on a first date.”
At home we picked out our movie and I got changed, wearing slacks and a dress shirt. We told Mom about my ‘date’ and told her Abby was going to see a different movie. She seemed to approve.
We drove down to Izzy’s house to pick her up. She came out looking different that I’d ever seen her. Far from her usual jeans and t-shirt, she was wearing a black dress. It had thin straps and fit snuggly over her large breasts, going down to just above her knees and flaring out at the bottom.
“You look very nice,” Abby told her as she got in the car. “They’re sure to notice you.”
“Thanks,” Izzy said.
We arrived at the Cineplex. “Go on in, and remember to act like you like each other. Hold hands, even,” Abby instructed us. “I’ll be in after you in a few minutes.”
Izzy and I got out and stood next to each other a moment, both feeling awkward. “You look nice,” Izzy commented. She looked away from me, her eyes pretty wide and her mouth pinched together.
“Thanks,” I said in a similar flat tone. We reached our hands out and loosely put them together. It seemed colder than Abby’s hand. Feeling strange, we walked inside together.
We seemed quite successful at getting seen, and I noticed a number of people from school looking at us and commenting to their friends as we waited in line. We talked idly a bit and tried to act happy, each of us laughing regularly. We bought concessions and headed into the movie.
Walking up the steps, I realized that we were still holding hands. Despite how uncomfortable I’d felt at first, paying attention to everyone else had made me forget about it. I let go and we took some seats at the top of the theatre.
I watched intently for Abby to come in. After a minute, I decided to break the silence. “Thanks for doing this for us, Izzy. I think it’ll mean a lot for me and Abby.”
“I’m glad I could help. I know how hard it is to keep something important to you secret.” My mind shot back to the week before, when she’d shown us her secret. Abby and I had watched as she’d taken off her pants, rubbed honey on herself and let my dog Willow lick her to orgasm. The picture of her pussy blazed briefly in my head, and I became aware of how close by that same pussy was now, up a short dress and under some panties. Feeling her presence so close to me, I felt as uncomfortable as I had all week, and I longed for Abby to show up.
After another minute of silence, Abby finally entered and walked up the steps to us. She sat down between us. “How’d it go?”
“Pretty good,” I said. “There were a lot of people from school out there who saw us.”
“Some of the boys were clearly ogling me,” Izzy added with a smile.
The lights went down and the movie started. I reached my hand over and grabbed Abby’s squeezing it tightly. Feeling her familiar fingers wrap around my hand calmed me down completely. The world seemed to be on our side again.
The movie was boring. We’d picked a drama that had been out a few weeks, a prestige film where everyone’s mostly interested in trying to win an Oscar. We knew that none of the other high-schoolers would be in there, and the theatre was all but empty. The closest other people were six rows in front of us.
Half way through the movie, Izzy leaned over Abby. “Shouldn’t you two be making out or something?” Abby giggled a bit.
I wrapped my arm around Abby’s shoulder and we leaned together and pressed our mouths together. We let our lips gradually melt together, and our tongues wrapped around each other. She reached over and grabbed my other hand, bringing it to her breast. I cupped and rubbed it through her shirt and bra. She reached down and started rubbing my dick through my pants. Soon my hard-on bulged through, bending uncomfortably, and I shifted a bit automatically.
Separating our lips a moment Abby leaned toward my ear. “Your pants are a little tight, don’t you think?” She started working at opening my pants. Having trouble on my belt, I released her tit long enough the reach down and undo it my self. As I unbuttoned and unzipped, I saw her reach behind her back and unclasp her bra, then push the cups up, freeing her tits inside her shirt. I slid my hand up her shirt and found her bare breast, running my fingers around her areola and pinching her nipple as I cupped her in my palm.
Her hand returned to my crotch. She slipped into the top of my underwear and grabbed my dick, pulled it loose of its prison. My head lay against my shirt on my stomach, and Abby ran her fingers up and down along my shaft, tickling a moment right at the place where my skin connects to the middle of the head.
As we made out and touched each other, I wondered how much of what we were doing was being noticed by Izzy. After a week of frustration, I wasn’t about to stop now because of that, though.
All too soon the credits started to roll. Abby put her bra back in place and I somehow forced my dick back into my pants. Izzy stood up about ready to go, but Abby tugged her arm. “I think my brother needs a minute before he’s ready to get up,” she said, clearly referencing my hard-on. Izzy looked over at me smiling, then darted her gaze away. I swear I could see her blush, even in the dark theatre.
It indeed took a few minutes before I was ready to get up, and we all walked to the car. It was only about 9 and Abby and Izzy wanted to spend time at our house for a while before calling it a night.
When we got home, Mom was still up on the couch. We told her Izzy was staying a while. That was okay as long as we got her home before 11. She pulled me aside and told me the couch would be free for me to sleep on by then. Frustrated at again not getting to spend the night with Abby, I followed them into my room.
Izzy was sitting in the computer chair and Abby was on the bed, talking. I went in and plopped down next to Abby on the bed with my back against the wall. My plan was to wait out the next hour or so while Abby and Izzy chatted, then we’d take Izzy home.
“Did you two enjoy the movie,” Izzy asked us.
Somewhat embarrassed, I just nodded.
“I know I did,” Abby said. Both girls giggled. I picked up a book and tried to ignore them and read. Abby leaned toward Izzy and continued in a quieter voice. “Can you believe we did that in a movie theatre?” It was clear that Abby was excited to have a friend she could finally talk to about this stuff. I wondered how much Abby had actually told Izzy about what we’d done over the past week. Last Sunday, Abby had described one of our encounters, trying to pretend it was from a video she’d seen online, but clearly Izzy must have realized it was us. I kept trying to read.
“I bet that was pretty cool. Touching him must have been pretty hot,” Izzy, said more quietly. So she had seen what we were doing. How she actually been able to see my dick? How much did she make out? I realized it wasn’t that big of a deal. On Sunday, she had seen the tent in my pants just a few feet from her at one point, and later on she had watched from the bathroom while Abby and I had groped at each other. She’d of had a much better view of my dick in Abby’s hand then.
They continued in whispers and giggles a minute, which I tried to not listen too. “Next time you go to the movies, you should suck on his dick,” Izzy squeaked in an excited whisper. I liked the idea, but still said nothing.
Their conversation turned a bit, and Abby told Izzy about our past week of inactivity as I slept on the couch.
“That sucks,” Izzy said. “Do you have to sleep there again tonight?”
I looked up from my book. “Yup.”
“That’s too bad,” Izzy said. “You have a bit of time now, though.”
Abby seemed to agree. She scooted over toward me and started kissing me. I pulled back. “Are you sure we should make out in front of Izzy?” I asked her.
“I don’t mind,” Izzy interjected. “I know how you must feel, you two need some time together. Just pretend I’m not here.” She turned around in the chair and faced the computer.
We couldn’t very well send her out to sit with our Mom. I felt a little awkward at the prospect of doing more in front of Izzy, but couldn’t bring myself to stop. We started kissing again, as deeply as ever, and I could feel our saliva mixing as our tongues twisted. She rubbed my chest with her hand, and our hormones took over. My hand went again to her breast, and she wasted no time in unbuttoning my shirt. Tossing my shirt away, we wrapped our arms around each other and held each other tightly while sitting on the bed, kissing deeply.
“You didn’t really get a chance to enjoy my new outfit last time,” Abby whispered to me. She got up and walked to the closet and I moved to sit on the foot of the bed right near the closet door. Very aware that Izzy was in the room, I turned toward the head of the bed where she was sitting. She was still facing the computer, back turned to us. I wasn’t sure I could go much further with her in the room.
Turning my attention back past the foot of the bed to Abby in the closet, she was stripping under the single light bulb directly over her. Facing away from me, she shed her shirt and bra, then slid down her pants and panties over her ass. She continued pushing them down slowly, bending at the waist as she did, until her pussy poked out between her legs right under her spread butt cheeks.
She dug out her lingerie that she’d modeled for me last Sunday. Seeing her in it before had led to us getting caught by Izzy in the first place. She pulled the corset on over her head, adjusting it to fit, then pulled on the garter belt and the see-through panties. She turned, sitting on the short chest in the back of the closet, and slowly pulled on each stocking, fastening them to the belt.
She posed, turning to show me the back. Walking out of the closet, she was right in front of me at the foot of the bed. She opened and pulled off my pants, leaving me in just my boxer-briefs and undershirt. She climbed up on top of me, straddling me, and our lips and tongues met once again. My hands grabbed at her tits through the stiff corset. I felt her pussy against the length of my dick through the fabric of her thin panties and my underwear. Abby started slowly but firmly grinding up and down along my dick, until I could feel the moisture from her pussy seeping through.
Abby got off me and pushed me back farther onto the bed. She pulled off her corset, and I stared at her tits as she then quickly undid the garter belt and removed it. Next she slid her panties off, showing the red fuzz around her pussy in all its glory. She crawled up the bed to me and pushed me down onto my back. As I landed, I happened to look up towards Izzy again. She had turned her chair part way around, and her eyes were locked on us. By now, I no longer cared if she saw us.
Now wearing only the black stockings that covered her legs from her feet all the way to her thighs, Abby pulled my underwear off. She straddled across my right leg and grabbed my dick in her hand. Stroking me, she lowered herself onto my leg. Her lightly haired, wet pussy lips were spread wide open and I felt them rubbing up and down my leg. She leaned down and guided my dick into her mouth, wrapping her lips around my head. She ground harder on my leg and she took my dick deeper into her mouth until her lips were half way down my length.
Pulling off my dick, she slid up my leg and then straddled across my waist, dangling her tits over my chin. I cupped them in my hands, then stretched my head up, licking and sucking on each nipple in turn. Abby lowered her hips, pressing my dick against my stomach with her pussy, the fullness of its lips wrapping partly around the length of my shaft. It was the first time I’m felt her pussy on my dick, and its warmth and wetness almost made me cum into my own belly button right then. I tried to focus my attention on sucking her tits.
She began grinding again, pressing her clit into my shaft. Her pace quickly increased, her breathing matching, and she soon came. She pressed her clit harder onto my shaft and dropped her body on top of me, wrapping her hands under my armpits and grabbing my shoulders, holding me tightly. With each spasm she thrust her hips into me and held a moment before repeating.
She released her death grip on my body and sat up on me, kicking her legs out in front of her and worming her feet under my shoulders. Her pussy was open in front of me, the bottom of her lips still resting on the bottom of my shaft. Leaning back on one hand, she reached with the other and lifted the head of my dick off my stomach. She stroked and brought it up closer to her pussy, and grabbing each of her thighs, I raised myself into a sitting position with her on top of me.
She scooted back just a bit and pulled my dick to her, rubbing my head on her pussy. She rubbed me along the outside of each lip, as if my dick were her toy. My head was wet with pre-cum and her juices, and highly sensitive. I felt the red fuzz on her pussy acutely.
Abby slid the very tip of my dick between her pussy lips, and started rubbing it up and down along the length of her pussy. It took all my willpower not to grab my sister by the hips and thrust myself into her right then.
she started stroking my faster, bringing my dick up a bit higher and rubbed the end against her clit. We were both breathing hard and Abby let out a soft “Mmmmmmm”.
Her moan put me over the top. My dick jerked fiercely in her firm grip, shooting the first spurts onto her stomach. I savored each pulse I made in her hand, the rest of my cum squirting out in great gobs on her red bush. Even after I’d stopped cumming, she held my dick firmly against her clit. Finally letting go of me, she moved her hand onto her bush and rubbed my cum into her hair, her eyes closed.
Totally spent, my awareness and sense of shame returned. I put my hand on my dick, trying to cover it. I glanced over at the computer chair where Izzy sat. She had been just a few feet away from me the whole time, if I had wanted I could have reached my arm out and touched her leg. Her proximity embarrassed me. Then I saw what she was doing.
She had turned her chair part way around, turning her head to see the action. The rest of her was facing my eyes. She had slid down in the chair to the edge with her legs spread apart. Her hand was up her dress rubbing herself. With a straight view up her dress, I could just see her pussy covered in short black hair under her fingers.
Abby dismounted me and went back into the closet. I got up and went to collect my clothes, trying to not look at Izzy and ignore the fact that she was probably watching my butt. I ducked into the bathroom to get dressed and lingered there, not really wanting to go back in with them. After a minute, I heard them giggling and whispering again. Despite my embarrassment, I found I was happy for Abby that she’d found a friend she could be close to.

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The Most Valuable Gift

Author’s Notes: ‘The Most Valuable Gift’ is an unplanned sequel to ‘One Who Understands’. The stories are read in the following order: 1 One Who Understands, 2 The Most Valuable Gift, 3 To Walk a Mile. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

Gift Unwrapping

Erik was an unremarkable student. While being basically in shape, he would never be taken as an athlete. He was too bookish to fit in with the cool crowd, but not nerdy enough to be accepted as a nerd. On the whole, he went mostly unnoticed as he went through his classes.
Zoe was also an unremarkable student. Although not unattractive, she eschewed long hair, makeup and skinny jeans in favor of more convenient choices. She didn’t try to fit into any of the cliques, but neither was she ostracized by high school society either. On the whole, she went mostly unnoticed as she went through her classes.
They would probably never have known each other if the teacher of the history class they shared hadn’t decided to assign partners in the group project randomly. Everyone’s name went into a hat and pairs were drawn out. Erik and Zoe were paired up.
The two knew of each other, in that way that you sort of know who is in your class, but had never really talked before getting together after class in the library to start work on their project.
They both found each other quite easy to get along with. Erik liked the fact that Zoe was uncomplicated and straightforward. Zoe liked that Erik actually seemed to listen to her and cared about her input. Both of them liked that they actually cared about this assignment and were both relatively good students.
The two worked quite late into the afternoon. Erik noticed first, “It’s getting a bit late. I hope you didn’t miss your ride.”
“I live nearby,” Zoe replied. “I was just going to walk home.”
“Me too. I think football practice is getting out soon. Why don’t we ask my brother for a ride?” Erik suggested. Only seniors are allowed to have cars at school.
“That’d be nice,” Zoe replied as they packed up their stuff.
When they got to the parking lot, several members of the football team were already there. “Hey, Ken,” Erik called out to his brother. “Can we get a ride?”
“Buzz off, twerp,” was Ken’s reply when he saw Erik.
Erik stood stunned. While his brother was never the model of politeness, he’d never gotten this reaction from him before. He saw the cheerleader Ken was helping into his car ask something and heard Ken reply, “Oh, nobody important.”
Erik took another step towards the car when a 300 pound lineman blocked their path. “When the boss tells you to leave, you leave,” he thundered, standing between them and his brother’s car. His stance was clear that he was ready to pound Erik into the ground to enforce his edict. And equally likely that he wouldn’t have any idea how to spell edict, if he even knew what it meant.
“OK, OK…” Erik said as they backed away. He turned to Zoe, “I’m sorry. Maybe I can walk you home instead.”
“Sure,” Zoe said quietly.
“I’m sorry about my brother,” Erik explained as they walked down the sidewalk. “He’s never done that to me before. I know he’s a dumb jock, but he’s usually not that rude. I guess he just wants to look cool for the dumb blonde he picked up.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Zoe said, with a bit of fire in her voice. “That dumb blond is my sister Sophie.”
“You’re sister?” Erik said. “Um… sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Zoe said. “She is just as dumb and self-centered as she looks. She could have said something when she saw me, but didn’t.”
“Figures,” Erik said. “Sorry if this come out the wrong way, but she didn’t really look much like you.”
“That’s because she’s fake,” Zoe said proudly. “Her hair is the same light brown as mine, but she dyes it blonde. I suspect that she pads her bra a bit too.”
“That’s silly,” Erik said. “Whomever she makes out with is going to uncover that deception pretty quick.”
“Well, it hasn’t stopped her in the past,” Zoe quipped back. “This is my house right here.”
“Just a few blocks from my place,” Erik said. “Since we’re going to be spending all of this time together working, why not spend some of it having fun instead. Do you want to catch a movie this weekend?”
“Sounds great. Saturday?”
“Saturday it is.”
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Saturday arrived. Erik and Zoe were sitting in the back seat of Ken’s car with Sophie in the front passenger seat. Erik and Zoe sat with quiet amusement while Ken and Sophie were quietly irritated in the front.
Erik had asked his dad if he could drop Erik and Zoe off at the movies, since the state doesn’t allow kids to drive after dark until they are 21. Dad was too busy though and, despite his protests, he told Ken to take him. “It’ll be like a double date,” Dad said.
Ken didn’t want to have anything to do with a double-date. But like it or not, here he was chauffeuring the little siblings around.
Ken pulled up to the curb at the movies. “Here you go,” he said.
“I thought you two were going to see a movie too,” Erik replied. That’s certainly what Ken told his parents.
“No. We’ve got more exciting plans. We’ll be back to pick you up at 10:30. Now get out.”
Alone on the curb the two of them finally felt free to chat to each other. “I can’t believe your brother is just ditching us.”
“Believe me; he didn’t want to have anything to do with us. What was with Sophie though?” When the girls were picked up, Zoe was dressed casually in a sleeveless blouse and jeans, fitting in with what Ken and Erik were wearing. Sophie was wearing a relatively fancy dress, heels, jewelry, and lots of makeup.
“She’s being silly,” Zoe said. “She absolutely had to make sure that she looked better than I did when we got picked up.”
“But she looks ridiculous! Clearly Ken didn’t expect her to be dressed like that. It makes her stand out – and not in a good way.”
“Thinking things through has never been one of Sophie’s strong points.”
Looking up at the movie board Erik asked, “Which one do you want to see?”
“How about that one?” Zoe suggested, pointing at the recent sci-fi release.
“Really?” Erik asked in surprise. “I thought for sure I’d have to sit through that chic-flic over there.”
“Those movies are always too cliché and predictable,” Zoe explained. “Or they’re too raunchy and predictable.”
“And sci-fi movies aren’t?”
“They’re corny and predictable,” declared Zoe, “but at least the effects are fun to watch.”
“Let’s go then!” he said.
They bought tickets and settled in near the back of the theater. Since neither had seen this movie, and both were interested in it, they kept their comments to a minimum. Zoe was the first to realize that the armrests lifted up. She did so and snuggled close to Erik. He responded by putting his arm around her shoulder as they sat close, whispering comments to each other.
“Why are women in the future always so scantily clad?” Zoe asked halfway through the movie as the villain, inevitably female and inevitably clad in clothing that is neither practical nor protective, made her appearance.
“It’s the rage of the future,” Erik joked. “In ten years, even you’ll be dressing like that.”
“Eep,” Zoe squeaked. “I could never wear that – at least not where anyone could see me.”
Later, during one of the contrived love scenes involving the hero and a random alien, Zoe commented, “What is it with aliens anyway?”
“Who knows? Maybe because it’s different.”
“Different is the word. But would you like to kiss someone with green skin?”
“Nope, I’ll stick with ordinary colors like you,” Erik said and gave Zoe a quick peck on her cheek.
Zoe was surprised by the sudden kiss, but she liked it. She turned her head invitingly towards Erik and he responded with another kiss on her lips. It wasn’t long, but it felt sweet. She smiled as she snuggled closer.
When the credits started rolling, both of them turned towards the other and shared another kiss. This one was longer, with Erik’s tongue gently sliding between Zoe’s lips. His hand stroked her upper arm. Even though the pleasure of the kiss, Zoe was on guard to ward off any unwanted advances of Erik’s hand. When they didn’t happen, Zoe was able to relax and enjoy the feelings.
Zoe jumped back when the lights came up. “We’d better get going,” she said with a smile. They walked hand-in-hand back to the curb.
Ken’s car pulled up right on time. As they got in, Erik noticed that Sophie’s hair and makeup job were coming a little unglued and the result made her look worse than if she hadn’t had anything done. They also found Sophie’s heels tossed in the backseat.
Erik motioned towards them and Zoe mouthed ‘silly’ while gesturing towards the front. Both of them chuckled quietly.
“Have fun?” Erik asked Ken as they drove back to drop off the girls.
“None of your business,” he replied gruffly. “And don’t even think of saying anything. For all you know, we just went to a different movie.”
Erik turned towards Zoe and made a condescending gesture towards his brother. Again, the pair giggled.
They soon arrived at Zoe’s house. Ken and Sophie made a big deal about kissing each other goodbye. Zoe wasn’t about to do that with others watching. She rolled her eyes at their over-acted display and that elicited another giggle from Erik.
“Back to the project on Monday?” Erik said to Zoe.
“Unfortunately. See you at school.”
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“Ready to do a dry run?” Zoe asked Erik next Thursday when they met after class.
“As ready as we’ll ever be,” Erik replied. “The library won’t work though.”
“Let’s go to my house,” Zoe offered. “There’s plenty of space in the living room.”
“Sure.”
The two were still going over the outline of their presentation when they arrived at Zoe’s house twenty minutes later. Zoe unlocked the front door and the two stepped into the entry way. The front door opened to steps that led up to the living room. Zoe could see through the railing, her head level with the living room floor and her voice cut off mid-sentence with what she could see.
On the floor of the living room, they saw Sophie naked, lying flat on the floor. Leaning over her was Ken, equally naked and sliding his cock in and out of Sophie’s pussy. Zoe’s hand clenched Erik’s tighter as she took in the carnal scene in front of her. She could hear the sounds of moisture as Ken’s cock moved in Sophie’s pussy, the slapping sound of his balls against her ass, the gasps of breath Ken made with each stroke and the soft moans from Sophie as she received it.
Zoe’s mind froze in overload as the sights and sounds filled her senses. Although shocked at one level, a primal instinct in her wished that she was in Sophie’s position right now. That desire never bubbled up to her conscious thought, but made her hold possessively to Erik’s hand.
Erik also took in the sights and sounds and the erotic display in front of him made him as hard as a rock. He was disappointed that he couldn’t see more of what was going on, but this also made discovery unlikely. Erik felt Zoe’s hand clutch his tighter and tighter and realized that she was frozen into inaction. “Let’s go,” he whispered pulling Zoe out of the door.
The two walked down the street in silence towards Erik’s house. After the initial flush of lust passed from Erik’s mind, he grew concerned at Zoe’s silence. She was walking quickly and the grip on his hand remained as tight as ever. When they got to Erik’s house and went downstairs to the living room, Zoe started talking about the presentation again, but her words were tumbling over each other incoherently.
Erik interrupted her, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“What?”
“You were silent the whole way over here, and you’ve still got a death-grip on my hand.”
Zoe released his hand as if burned. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“It’s okay. I’m just worried since you’re clearly bothered by it.”
Zoe didn’t know what she was feeling or how she was supposed to react. “It’s just…” she started. “You hear about it, but…”
“You don’t really think about it actually happening,” Erik continued. “Then you didn’t know?”
“I guess there were stories…” Zoe mumbled. “And the head cheerleader and the football QB – it’s so cliché. But… Seeing it…”
“It’s not like the stories you hear, right?”
Zoe nodded in agreement. “I mean girls talk about doing it. Guys too, I guess.” Erik nodded. “But it’s not what you picture… Oh, I’m not making any sense.”
Erik took her hand again. “It does. Maybe it would be less shocking if they had demonstrations like that in health class instead of those dry descriptions.”
“Remember Saturday…” Zoe trailed off.
“You think that’s what they were doing when we were at the movie?” Erik completed her thought.
“Yeah, but where would they go?”
“Maybe they drove some place quiet and did it in the back seat.”
“Right where we were sitting?” Zoe shuddered.
“I hope they at least wiped the seat off when they were done.”
Zoe giggled. “Here’s a scary thought. Imagine your parents doing that.”
“Ewwww,” Ken replied. “I suppose everyone has to do it, even you someday.”
Zoe’s eyes got a dreamy glaze on them for a moment as she imaged herself once again in Sophie’s place. “But I’d have to be all naked!”
“What’s wrong with that? You look terrific.”
“My breasts are too small – not like Sophie’s. And I’m too fat!” Zoe protested.
“Nonsense. Your breasts are just the right size. Bigger isn’t always better. And you’re not fat either. Fat means you can’t see your feet.”
“Really?”
“I’ll show you. If you’re fat, I couldn’t do this…” Erik said as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her around the room. “See,” he said before plopping down into the couch with Zoe cradled in his arms.
Zoe smiled adoringly back at Erik and he responded by leaning in for a kiss. A few seconds later, Zoe broke off saying, “We’d better get to work on that presentation though.”
“But kissing you is more fun,” Erik said as he leaned back in.
More moments passed before Zoe regretfully separated again. “Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ll be graded on our kissing.”
Erik sighed in agreement. “I suppose.”
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“I’m glad that’s over with,” Zoe said as they were walking home from school one week later. The two of them had just gotten their grade back for their project presentation yesterday – an ‘A’.
“No kidding. I hate giving presentations.” Erik agreed.
“You didn’t seem that nervous.”
“Maybe because we rehearsed it so many times at home.”
“Speaking of that: I saw that awesome video system in your living room every time we practiced. I’d love to try it out.”
“Too bad there isn’t a video store nearby, but there are plenty of older movies at home to watch.”
At Erik’s house, Zoe looked through the stack of movies in the cabinet. “I haven’t seen this one in quite a while,” she said, pulling out an older sci-fi title.
Erik got the movie started while Zoe spread out the blanket and got comfortable on the couch. She patted the couch next to her and cuddled up to Erik under the blanket. Erik put his arms around her as the movie started and the two sat very close.
They whispered silly observations about how unrealistic that scene was and how wrong that technology prediction was and giggled about how simpler things would be for the movie characters if they just did this instead.
Then it happened. Erik shifted position slightly to sit up a little straighter. At the same time, Zoe wiggled a little to find a more comfortable angle to lean against him. For a moment, Erik’s hand slid directly onto her breast for just a moment before he quickly moved it off.
Zoe definitely felt the contact. It was like a static shock – too brief to really provide any real sensation. She didn’t know if he had done it on purpose. Other than the surprise, it didn’t feel unpleasant. She had been used to warding off unwanted advances before, but this didn’t feel unwanted to her. She looked towards Erik and gave him a reassuring smile to indicate that everything was okay.
Erik moved his hand quickly as soon as he realized what had happened. The contact was too brief for him to really feel anything and he was worried that Zoe would freak out. He saw her give a quick smile and snuggle in closer. Erik didn’t know if that was a ‘I know it was an accident’ smile or ‘It’s okay for you to touch me’ smile.
After a few quite minutes, he hoped it was the latter. He slowly moved the hand that was around her waist upwards, watching for signs of disapproval. With no such disapproving signs, his hand moved to fully cup her breast. He could feel its soft pliancy, although the texture was hidden beneath the layers of clothing.
Zoe felt Erik’s hand move up her abdomen and a suspenseful excitement built in her. As his hand cupped her breast, it felt natural and right to her. She could feel the pressure of his hand gently squeeze her breast, but couldn’t feel the texture of his hands through her shirt and bra. She liked the sensation, but wanted more of it.
“Can I use your bathroom?” Zoe asked as she stood up.
“Um… sure. Up the stairs, second door on the right.” Erik was worried that her sudden departure was because he pushed things too far. He waited nervously on the couch, but when Zoe came back, she was all smiles. She pulled the blanket back, motioned for Erik to lie lengthwise down the couch and then sat between his legs, leaning fully against his chest.
Taking this as an obvious sign to continue, Erik’s hands encircled Zoe’s body again. When his hands closed over the swells of her breasts, he realized what her little trip to the bathroom had been about. The soft feeling of her breast was no longer hampered by her bra and the thin material of her shirt did little to interfere with the feelings. His fingers gently glided over the curves, feeling the soft, springy feel of her skin.
Zoe was glad when Erik took the hint and moved his hands back over her breasts. With her thick bra out of the way, she could feel the warmth of his hands as they cupped and tickled her breasts. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, savoring in the warm sensations flowing into her. She could feel her nipples grow harder – something not lost on Erik as his fingers quickly found them as they poked through her shirt.
Erik looked down at Zoe’s face and saw her leaned back in a pleasurable rapture. He bent down slightly and put his lips to hers and Zoe returned the kiss intensely. Erik wanted to feel more so he slid his hands down to the hem of her Zoe’s shirt, sliding it up, allowing his hands to touch her breasts directly.
Zoe was amazed at how much more intense the feeling were when Erik’s hands danced directly on her breasts. Each touch of his fingers was like a little firecracker burning into her skin. She responded with increase fervor in her kiss as she relished in the feelings of warmth that were spreading through her.
Erik tried to tug the blanket off them, so that he could see the tits he was feeling. Zoe held the blanket tighter, shaking her head ‘no’ but while continuing the kiss. He remembered her comment about being seen naked and tried to hide his disappointment.
Zoe was really squirming from Erik’s attention, especially when his fingers closed would strum over her now erect nipples. Erik’s cock was rock hard in his pants and he wondered if Zoe could feel it as she was sliding over it. As Zoe’s breathing grew more ragged in his mouth, Erik considered sliding a hand down towards her pussy. He was about to make a move when they heard the front door open.
Both of them reacted immediately to the sound. Erik quickly pulled down Zoe’s shirt while she sat up and moved to sit next to, instead of on top of, Erik.
They sat quietly on the couch, trying to look innocent and reorient themselves with where the forgotten movie had progressed to when they heard Ken’s voice from the entry way. “Now where were we?” he said.
They heard a kissing sound followed by a little giggling. Erik turned to Zoe and then turned up the volume on the TV much louder so the sound of the movie could be heard from the front. “Wait! Is someone else home?” They recognized Sophie’s voice ask the question from the hallway.
“Damn. I guess Erik’s already back,” Ken swore. Erik chuckled softly to himself.
“I guess you’ll have to wait,” Sophie replied. “See you at school tomorrow?” The front door opened and closed again, followed by a single set of heavy footsteps heading upstairs.
Erik and Zoe’s giggling boiled over into laughter. Even though their own little escapade has been interrupted, it gave them great pleasure in knowing that they disrupted their older siblings tryst as well.
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Almost two months had passed. Fall was turning into winter as Erik was waiting on the street corner this morning for Zoe. They had gotten used to walking to school together, but today Zoe was quite a bit later than usual. He was just about to head to school on his own when he heard footsteps pounding up the pavement. Zoe waved to him as she came around the corner.
She ran up to him and gave him a quick kiss. “Sorry I’m late,” she gasped between breaths. “Have you heard the big news?”
“News?” Erik asked. He couldn’t think of anything he heard since yesterday that was especially interesting. “Did the school burn down?”
“No, silly!” Zoe chuckled back. “This is way better.” She leaned close and whispered excitedly, “Sophie’s pregnant!”
“What?” Erik exclaimed. “How?”
“How do you think, dummy! Remember, we saw it happen.”
“Yes, I know how the birds and the bees work,” Erik replied jokingly. “But didn’t they know enough to use protection?”
Zoe chuckled, “My sister has never been one to think ahead much. Serves her right!”
“Yeah, and Ken’s never been much about thinking at all. Do your parents know?”
“Yep. They confronted her this morning. That’s what kept me. Mom said that she recognized her ‘pregnancy glow’ but I know that she found Sophie’s positive pregnancy tests in the trash.”
“I guess I’ll hear the other side of the story tonight when your parents tell mine.”
“I wish I could be a fly on the wall for that conversation.”
“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow,” Erik smiled at her. “I know you’re way too smart to make that kind of mistake.”
Zoe snuggled close to his side. “Plus, you’re good enough to not let it happen.”
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The next week was mostly being spent sequestered in the library studying for final exams. He was helping her decode algebraic expressions while she helped her keep comprehend literature written by authors long dead.
“Zoe,” Erik called to her after class one day. “No studying for today. We need a break.”
“What did you have in mind?” Zoe asked, grabbing her backpack from her locker.
“Let’s go for a relaxing walk,” he suggested. “Just out in the woods away from it all.”
“And no talking about classes, studying, or finals?” Zoe replied. “Sounds fantastic!”
The two departed out the back of the school, past the track, and down the path used by the cross-country team during track meets. They walked slowly, hand-in-hand, occasionally chatting about unimportant things, but mostly just taking in the quiet of the forest. Despite being December, the weather here in the south is still mild and pleasant.
“This way,” Erik said at one point, leading Zoe off the path through a thick area of brush. After pushing through a few leafless bushes, they emerged into a clearing – a wide path cut through the woods for power lines.
“Wow…” Zoe sighed as Erik took a blanket out of his backpack and spread it out. He motioned for her to sit with him. The two lay next to each other, looking up at the leafless trees standing tall and straight around them like toothpicks. From their angle, the power lines were nowhere to be seen and only the majestic views of nature filled their views.
“This is lovely,” Zoe said, turning towards Erik. “I bet this whole field fills up with wildflowers in the spring.”
“But you would still be the loveliest thing here,” Erik said sweetly.
Zoe cooed in delight as she leaned in for a kiss. The two pushed their bodies together as their tongues danced. Minutes passed as the two shared their closeness, cuddled together in coziness.
Erik broke the kiss and reached behind him for his backpack. “I’m got something for you,” he said, pulling a small, wrapped present out and handing it to Zoe.
“Ooh… what is it?” she said, prying the corners of the paper apart. As the paper fell away, Zoe’s mouth formed a surprised ‘o’ shape as she realized she was holding a box of condoms.
“You’re really special to me,” Erik explained, “and I don’t want what happened to your sister…” He trailed off as he realized Zoe was giggling softly – not the reaction he was expecting. He was hoping for happy acceptance; he was prepared for outrage or objection. Giggling he was unprepared for. Worried he asked, “What’s so funny?”
“Sorry,” Zoe said trying to stifle her giggles, but that just caused her to boil over into outright laughter. “It’s just… Well…” she tried to say between laughs. Still laughing, she turned over and rummaged through her backpack. “See…” she said, holding a slightly crumbled wrapped gift with Erik’s name on it.
Erik tore off the paper and found himself looking at a sheet that looked like a series of ruptured bubble-wrap. “What is it?” he asked.
“It’s a pack of birth control pills,” Zoe said, her giggles getting under control.
“But it’s empty,” Erik replied, although even as he said this, he realized what it meant.
“Because I’ve been using them,” Zoe said. “I’ve been so nervous and stressed about how to give it to you and how you’d react. Now you’ve lifted that burden.”
“So that means I don’t need the condoms after all?” Erik asked as Zoe shook her head in agreement. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to work up the courage to buy them in the drug store? To find a time when nobody was watching and wondering what the clerk would think when I checked out?”
This sent Zoe into another fit of laughter. “Well, you should have asked earlier then!”
“Well, I’m asking now,” Erik said.
“What? Here?” Zoe said, looking around the quiet forest. “Won’t we get cold?” Even though winters are mild in the south, the weather was a little brisk.
“I’ll keep you warm,” Erik said. “Plus, I’ve got another blanket in the backpack that we can cuddle under.”
“So you were planning on this working!” Zoe said with feigned outrage. “That calls for some punishment!” she declared lunging towards him, her fingers furiously tickling his belly.
Erik tried to squirm away while his hands found sensitive spots under her armpits. The two rolled around on the blanket, trying to twist away from the tickling while finding new spots to attack. A moment later, Erik wrapped his hands around her pulling her down on top of him and planted a kiss on her lips. The giggling was replaced with heavy breathing as the two exchanged a passionate kiss. His hands ran up and down her back while he felt her breasts push into his chest.
Zoe broke the kiss first. “You’d better get that blanket out now,” she told him.
Erik reached over his head, feeling around for the backpack. With his hands over his head, Zoe started working on the buttons of his shirt, pulling them open and running her hands over his chest. Erik’s hands found the blanket and furled it out, tossing it loosely over them. He grabbed the hem of Zoe’s shirt and lifted it over her head in a single motion. As Zoe pulled her head and arms out of the tangled shirt, Erik briefly saw her bra-clad chest before she grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it tightly around the pair. Even after all this time, Zoe was still reluctant to let him see her body.
As she leaned down for a kiss, Erik’s hands dove under the blanket and opened the clasp on her bra. The straps became slack and he pushed the material up and over her breasts, feeling them against his bare chest for the first time. Zoe wriggled her arms to extract the bra straps and tossed the unneeded garment aside.
As Erik’s hands explored the contours of her breasts, Zoe’s hands were busy feeling the hardness of his body. They moved lower, reaching the waist of his pants. She twisted her body slightly to allow her hands to unfasten the buckle. Erik felt this and with the fastener released, his hands lowered his pants over his hips and his legs helped kick them off.
Zoe settled back on top of Erik, pinning his cock between them. He could feel the rough material of her jeans scrape over his cock, but rather than causing pain, it only heightened the passion that was rising within him. His hands cupped her butt, pushing her down onto him. He slid his hands inside her jeans, cupping her bare buttocks directly.
Zoe could feel his cock pushing against her. Even through the jeans, it felt so hot, although she couldn’t work up the courage to feel it directly with her hand. Instead, she ran her hands up and down Erik’s body. When she felt his hands reach inside her jeans, a surge of pleasure flushed through her. Being squeezed between his hands and his cock made her ready.
Zoe lifted her body up slightly and unbuttoned her jeans. With a wiggle of her hips and a kick of her legs, she slid the jeans off her feet. Settling herself back on Erik’s body, she could feel the hardness of his cock directly against her belly. It felt so hot and hard and ready. She wanted it more than she wanted anything before.
“I’m ready,” she whispered. “Be gentle.”
His hands returned to her buttocks. The cool skin under his fingers was in stark contrast to the heat and dampness he could feel against his cock. His hands guided her body to slide her pussy over his cock, gently spreading her legs apart to reveal her opening. Looking into Zoe’s eyes, he reached a hand between them to guide his cock to her opening. She sighed as the top of his cock brushed against her before being nestled at the entrance to her vagina.
Zoe’s hands grabbed onto Erik’s shoulders and his hands returned to her rear. They stared into each other’s eyes as he pushed her down with his hands and flexed up with his body. With a slow rhythm, Erik would relax and pull back slightly, before resuming his inward push. He could feel himself sliding deeper and more easily with each push. The pressure and heat around his cock felt amazing as it slid deeper into Zoe.
Zoe could feel her insides slowly part as his cock inched its way deeper inside her. She felt herself opening wider and wider with each gentle push as he penetrated deeper and deeper. His cock made her feel so full, filling a void inside her that she didn’t know she had. The feelings flowing over her caused her to relax until suddenly she felt him slide all of the way inside. Her belly was pressed up against his.
Implanted all of the way inside Zoe, Erik lifted her head up to give her lips a kiss. His hands moved to her hips to lift her up slightly to slide slowly back out of her. As his cock glided out, he could feel a gripping sensation, as if Zoe’s pussy did not want to let go. When his cock reached the opening, he allowed it to slide smoothly back in, burying it deep into her depths.
With every outward stroke, Zoe felt a pang of loss, but with every inward stroke that loss was washed away with a feeling of desire and fullness. Her body was moving on its own rhythm, sliding up and down on Erik’s cock, trying to force him deeper and deeper inside. Each stroke was like pumping a balloon inside her tighter and tighter. She could feel the tension building in her.
Erik could also feel the pressure building inside him. Each slippery stroke of his cock tingled with sensation. With Zoe supporting her body on her hands to better move onto his cock, the blanket had come loose and he could catch brief glances of her breasts swaying in the shadows beneath her. With Zoe being so secretive about her body, it was this forbidden sight was the trigger of his eruption.
Zoe felt Erik squeeze her tightly to him, forcing his cock in as deep as it could possibly go. Fully impaled, she felt his cock twitch as it burst forth his potent seed deep into her pussy. She squirmed in pleasure, grinding her pussy against him, encouraging his cock to pump forth burst after glorious burst into her. The feeling of fullness, combined with grinding her clit against his pelvis burst the balloon which had been building inside her, spreading rapturous pleasure all through her body. Her mouth could not contain it as she let out a loud moan of satisfaction before collapsing onto his body.
The two lovers just lay in each other’s arms. Erik’s cock was still inside her, slowly oozing the last remnants of his discharge. Both of them were panting with exhaustion. They once again looked into each other’s eyes and exchanged a simple kiss.
Zoe was the first to break the silence. “That felt amazing. It was like being one with you.”
“I’m so glad. It was better than I had imagined it to be.”
“You’d been imagining it?” Zoe asked.
“Every night,” Erik smiled. “But it was definitely worth the wait.”
Zoe noticed that the blanket covering them was slightly askew and tried to fix it. Erik stopped her, “Don’t.”
“But…” she started to protest.
“Do you want to know what put me over the edge?” Erik asked. “When you were moving on top of me, I could see your breasts bouncing beneath you. That sight was just as erotic as feeling your pussy on my cock.”
“Really?” Zoe asked as she flushed in embarrassment. “You could see…” Zoe clutched the blanket close again.
“I’ll probably see again when you get up,” Erik said.
“No!” Zoe squealed.
“What’s to keep me from just tickling you until you roll out from under the blanket?”
“If you do I’ll hate you forever.” The two stared at each other for a moment then started giggling. Both of them knew that their statements were idle threats.
“Still, it is…” Erik was about to say ‘weird’ before he caught himself. “…unusual that I’ve had sex with you but haven’t seen you naked.”
Zoe thought it over for a minute. “I’ll make you a deal. You ace that literature exam next week and then I’ll let you look.”
“I have to wait that long?”
“It’ll give you something else to study for,” Zoe concluded. “And now, you’re going to cover your eyes while I get dressed again.”
Erik closed his eyes. He felt something, probably his jeans, dumped over his face. “No peeking!” Zoe said teasingly.
“Okay! Okay!” responded Erik. “But when I come back with that grade, you’d better be ready.”
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Erik was grinning inside next week as the two walked home from school. He was trying not to look too eager or gloating when he showed his English exam with the ‘94’ grade emblazoned on the front.
Zoe gave him a, “I knew you could do it” reassurance before disappearing claiming that she had a few things to pick up.
Now, she was very quiet on the walk home. Instead of her normally cheerful self, she was walking home, bundled tightly in her long jacket.
Erik tried to distract her with various random bits of conversation on the way home, but all too quickly, the conversation would die back down into silence.
When they got to Zoe’s house, they kicked off their shoes and went upstairs. Zoe led the way to her room, still wearing her winter jacket. They got inside and she closed the door as Erik sat down on the bed.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked seriously. “You’ve been looking so bothered.”
“No,” Zoe disagreed. “I’m just so anxious.”
“Don’t be,” Erik reassured her. “Besides, you’ll get to see just as much of me as I will of you.”
“It’s just that…” Zoe paused, clutching her jacket even tighter. “Well, it’s so embarrassing.” Before Erik could respond, she continued, “Here goes,” as she opened her jacket and let it fall to the ground.
Zoe was wearing a bikini made of cloth squares, decorated as if wrapping paper tied together with ribbons which wound all around her as if wrapping her up like a present. These ribbons culminated in four large bows – one behind her neck, one between her breasts, and one on each hip – that looked ready to be opened.
Some outfits reveal as they conceal. What Zoe was wearing under her jacket seemed designed to do the opposite. Even though the outfit showed quite a bit of skin, it still seemed quite concealing, while at the same time exuding an invitation to be unwrapped.
As Erik stood in stunned silence, Zoe’s cheeks grew red and she fidgeted nervously on her feet. “Wow, you look fantastic,” Erik finally said.
“Thanks,” Zoe said quietly.
“You couldn’t have been wearing that all day at school.”
“No,” Zoe said. “I changed in the bathroom just before we walked home.”
“So that was your errand? I love it. You’re like a present to me.”
Zoe smiled at this praise. “You first,” Zoe said.
“Should I undress or did you want to do the unwrapping?”
Zoe started to reach out towards Erik before changing her mind. “You can do it,” she said softly.
Erik smiled back as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Standing up, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs. His cock was already hard in anticipation and Zoe gasped as he stood back up.
“It’s so big!” Zoe gasped. “Did that really fit inside me?”
“It fit quite nicely, as I recall,” Erik said.
“If I knew it was that big, I don’t know if I would have let you.” Zoe started to reach out towards Erik, before hesitating.
“It’s okay,” Erik said, closing the distance between them. “I won’t bite.” Erik put his hands around her, pushing her towards his bare body. Her hand, already partially outstretched, grazed across his cock. Almost instinctively, she wrapped her hand around it, holding it firmly, as the rest of her body is pushed against his.
Erik leaned down to kiss Zoe, while he moved his hips slightly to slide his cock in her hand. Returning the kiss, Zoe’s hand unconsciously took up the rhythm and was very gently stroking his cock.
Stepping back, Erik asked, “Is it my turn to unwrap the presents?”
Zoe blushed again before nodding. Erik led her to the edge of the bed where she sat down. Erik knelt in front of her and put his hands around her neck. While his lips found hers, his hands untied the bow behind her neck and let the released ribbons cascade down her back.
Breaking the kiss, Erik gaze followed his hands as they trailed down her shoulders towards the bow between her breasts. As his hands pulled the bow apart the material fell away to reveal her round perfection. Crowning each soft breast was a large, light brown areola surrounding a wide nipple.
Zoe’s hands moved to cover her breasts, but Erik gently held them down at her side. “They look perfect,” he said, his hands moving to cup each one gently in his palm.
“Really?” Zoe asked with still a trace of uncertainty in her voice.
Erik swirled his thumb over the surface, flicking across the nipple, while the rest of his hand applied gentle massaging pressure to the bottom of the swells. “Absolutely. Besides, if you didn’t let me see them, I couldn’t do this.” He bent his head down to close his lips over her right nipple.
Zoe gave a sharp intake of breath as the intense feeling shot through her. Her hands moved to his head, running through his hair and trying to pull him closer. Each lick of his tongue shot a spark of pleasure through her body. By the time Erik has moved to her second breast, her eyes were closed as she focused on the feelings being generated.
Erik’s hands moved down her torso to the bow ties on the sides of her hips. With both bows untied, he was able to peel the fabric open, revealing a mat of fine brown hair around her already slick pussy.
Zoe felt her pussy being exposed and opened her eyes. Again, her hands moved to try and cover herself, but Erik gently moved them away. She felt herself being laid back on the bed as Erik spread her legs further apart. “What are you do…” she started to ask before howling in pleasure when Erik’s tongue made contact with her pussy lips.
Zoe collapsed back on the bed as Erik spread her legs wider in order to stroke his tongue further and deeper through her pussy lips. He alternated between long, slow strokes, and quick licks; circling around her opening and diving right in. Zoe never thought anything could feel so good. Her hands were clutching the bed sheets as she bucked her hips up, trying to force Erik’s face deeper. She could feel her insides boiling as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her. When Erik’s lips closed over her clit, she could feel the explosion of her orgasm crash through her.
Erik felt Zoe tremble under her with the release of her orgasm. Zoe’s excitement was infectious and Erik’s cock has been oozing lubrication for quite some time. Seeing Zoe laid out in orgasmic bliss fueled his desire. He stood up and positioned himself over her prone body. His oozing cock easily slid into Zoe’s wet pussy as the two joined into one. In his excited state, he knew he wouldn’t last long and was pumping into her pussy with reckless abandon.
Zoe felt Erik move up and penetrate into him. Even though she was coming down from the high of the best orgasm of her life his hard presence inside her brought her new energy. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Erik as he drove fast and hard into her. She could feel herself slide slightly on the bed with each strong stroke as Erik drove himself to his own release.
Unable to prolong the excitement any longer, Erik pushed deeply into Zoe’s pussy and held himself there as burst after burst of his sperm jetted deep into her pussy. Zoe’s hands held him tight, holding him deep inside to ensure that none of his essence escaped.
In some ways, Zoe felt that the sex was almost a disappointment after the orgasm she got from being licked. However, holding Erik close in her arms and in her pussy brought a sense of closeness that couldn’t be replaced. The two held each other close, side-by-side, as they each recovered from their highs.
“Don’t you wish you’d let me look earlier?” Erik said as they lay beside each other.
Her strong instincts not completely suppressed, Zoe’s hands moved to cover herself in response to his statement. Then she caught herself and giggled, “It wasn’t so bad, I guess. Unwrapping gifts is fun.”
“But it’s the present inside that matters most,” he concluded.

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Abby (1)

Abby’s life changes once her new husband goes to work abroad and her father makes the most of the situation.

My Son’s Best Friend Part 2 Busted by My Son!

My name is Jackie, and in the My Son’s Best Friend Part 1 story I told you about my first experience with Zack, my son Ricky’s best friend. Zack was a virgin then and technically remained so, as we only engaged into oral sex.
After that day, I picked them up at school a couple times, he stayed to eat with Ricky once, but that was all. Occasionally, we shared a furtive look, but I always dressed very conservatively not to tease him or to denounce ourselves to Ricky.
Two weeks later, however, Ricky would have his extra after hour classes, and I could pick up Zack alone again. I couldn’t wait to finish properly what we had started. Instead of dressing casually the way I was the last time, I tried to excel: I took a long shower, dressed my hair, perfumed – including a spray in my breasts and pubis – and wore sexy white lace lingerie. Then, as the weather was nice, I chose a jeans mini skirt and a white semi-transparent blouse with a nice revealing cleavage. To finish up, high heels sandals. Simple, but ready to kill, I drove to school.
When Zack entered the car, we pretended to act naturally, but when we were out of the other boys’ and moms’ sight, he looked at me from top to bottom like if he was going to eat me alive, and I saw the familiar volume in his pants again. I smiled, caressed delicately his leg, and said; “Calm down, Sweetie, it won’t take long now” and I headed home.
As soon as we entered the house, he tried to jump on me, hug, grab, kiss me. We kissed, but I wanted him to control himself and to create an atmosphere, so I brought him to the kitchen. I gave him juice and a sandwich I had already prepared – I wanted him with the highest level of energy – and I did not let him touch me when I fixed the table, so he just stared at me with his eyes on fire. When I was doing the dishes he grabbed me from behind, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his pants. I shook my ass and pressed it against him to tease him even more, moved out, and told him to turn on the music and wait for me at the couch.
In a couple minutes I walked in, dimmed the lights, and came close to him. Before he could arise, I stood in front of him, dancing slowly with the rhythm of the music, and took off my bra without unbuttoning my blouse. My boobs almost jumped out of the cleavage when I put my bra around his neck and bent over to kiss him. He grabbed my ass with both hands, but I stepped back again, took off my panties and brought them close to his face, so he could smell the perfumes, D&G and my own. He had obviously a giant tent then, stood up, grabbed my ass from under the skirt and kissed me, his erection pressed against my lower belly while I held my panties behind his back and inserted my hand into his pants to reach his mast.
There we were, making out inebriatedly, when I heard a noise at the door and
my son yelled “I’m back, Mom, class was cancelled and I got a ride…” Then he saw us and froze. We split, but he had seen us kissing, my bra around his friend’s neck, his erection, my panties still in my hand, and Zack’s hands fondling my bare ass.
“Nooooo!!!” he screamed, ran upstairs to his bedroom and slammed the door. Desperately, I ran after him. We don’t lock doors in the house but we respect privacy, so I stood there, paralyzed. I knocked and knocked asking him to open, asking if I could come in, that we needed to talk. First, he didn’t answer, then he simply said no, and I heard him sobbing. I asked him please, insisted, and finally I gave up and said I was coming in anyway, that we really had to talk. He didn’t reply, so I knocked again, said I was coming in, and opened the door.
He was lying in bed, face down. I sat close to him and said: “Ricky, darling, I am so sorry. I don’t know what to say to you, I am so sorry!” “Mom – he replied – shame on you, and you are doing this with my best friend. You don’t have to say anything.” “Son, it must be wrong, it’s wrong, you are right, but something happened: I tempted him, he turned me on, and we couldn’t avoid it. I am really sorry.” “You are my mom and can’t be a whore, you can’t act like a slut and then say you are sorry.” “Ricky, I am your mom but I am also a woman. Don’t you guys chase girls, see porn? It’s normal, more than normal. I am human too, I am alone, and I also have my needs and desires like anybody else. I thought they were over, but suddenly they arose and were out of control. But you are right and I am sorry.”
He stopped sobbing, turned around slowly and sat in bed, looking at me. “You are right, Mom, I am sorry too. I didn’t mean to offend you. Of course you are a woman, and very much alive. And all my friends say you are pretty.” When he said that, he looked at me from top to bottom, and I shivered: only then I realized by blouse was almost transparent, and anyway my breasts were practically visible with my generous cleavage and semi-opened blouse. To make things worse, I had sat on my bended leg to talk to him, so my raised mini skirt was showing my bare pussy.
I sat upright, hiding my crotch, but there was nothing really I could do with my blouse, even because it would be ridiculous to hide my boobs with my arm at that time. He shut his eyes, sobbed a bit more, and kept apologizing for having said all those awful things to me. I melted: I sat close to him and hugged him. He avoided looking me in the eyes and, lowering his head, practically touched it in my almost exposed breasts. I did not resist and pushed his head, resting it in my boob to give him some comfort. He became calm, turned his body to accommodate himself and – surprise – I saw the volume in his pants: my son was horny, and I was making him feel that way!
I can’t deny that his contact against my breast and the view of his erection had also turned me on. I pulled his head closer to me and, as he was still sobbing, so vulnerable, I instinctively took the maternal solution: I opened the buttons of my blouse and touched my nipple in his mouth.
He slightly opened his lips and, feeling its softness and heat, kissed the nipple, once, twice, and finally put it in his mouth. First, delicately, then sucking it like a hungry baby. I immediately felt the heat and wetness in my vagina, as I used to feel when I breastfed or when a man sucked my boobs. We stayed there for a while, he sucking my tit while I whispered “Yes, dear, be calm, be nice.”
I felt his body shiver, and he tried to accommodate something. I realized his erection under his tight jeans must be hurting him. Still holding his face, with the other hand I carefully opened his belt, button and zipper. “Take it easy, Ricky, don’t hurt yourself.” He put his hand inside his pants and adjusted his erection upwards, outside the pants, his hard cock yet inside the slips and the cockhead almost visible in a damp spot of pre-cum. I realized that when I moved myself carelessly to open his pants I had opened my legs again and my vagina was indecently exposed to him.
We were in that hot yet uncomfortable situation when we saw Zack standing by the door. “Sorry, guys, I am going” he said. We had totally forgotten about him. My son released my boob and said: “No, come here. If my mother has to do it, let it be with my best friend.”
I was kindly surprised, but I said: “No, I am not leaving you this way” and I told him what had happened between Zack and me the other day, how I knew that both were virgins, and that of course I knew they must be horny to be with a woman. If they wanted to, I would do with both of them what I had done with Zack: both of them, or no one. Having said that, I stood up – my big boobs still out –went to my bedroom and waited.
In 2 minutes they came in, smiling, their eyes sparkling, only in their underwear. I had seen Zack’s, but I couldn’t wait to see my son’s cock. When he approached the bed, I sat down and slowly lowered his slips. A very hard, drooling, thick cock jumped out like a released coil. It was more normal in size, smaller than Zack’s, but thicker, much thicker. It reminded me of my ex-husband’s, who was not shy in that department, but it seemed to be even larger.
I felt another wave of heat down there when I saw it. I held it, smiled at Ricky and took its big cockhead into my mouth. I realized he should be close to coming, and it was not the right time yet. Zack was already naked, his hard long cock pointing at the ceiling while he saw his friend’s knob in my mouth.
I lay back, took my skirt and blouse off, and exposed myself naked to them. You must remember I am a curvy, sexy woman, and my elegant waist accentuates my wide hips and big boobs. “Ricky, darling, suck Mommy” I asked. In a flash he positioned himself between my legs and started licking my trimmed pussy. Zack came on top and started working on my boobs, licking, sucking and squeezing them.
This was my first time with two men and I just laid there and enjoyed, feeling my pussy and boobs being pleasured at the same time while I looked at their young and fit bodies. Ricky was inexperienced, as Zack had been, but soon learned how to give me a lot of pleasure. He was a fast learner, and I tried to guide him with my moaning and an occasional thigh movement or a touch on his head.
In the meantime, Zack knelt beside me, and it was clear what he wanted: I took his cock in my mouth and started blowing him, while he kept fondling my boobs. He was truly aroused by my melons. We stayed there for a while and I felt I was almost coming, and Zack was probably almost there too. No way – I thought – I need a cock in my pussy today, it had been a long time.
I stopped blowing Zack and turned on all fours facing Ricky, who had already knelt in bed. My ass was aimed to Zack and it was clear what I wanted. I told him: “Come, Zack dear, today there is no danger, I am not in my fertile period. Let me take your cherry.” He positioned himself, held my hips, and I felt his cock searching my pussy. He did not have any practice, of course, but I gave him a hand and soon his cockhead was inside me. I started to blow Ricky, but Zack was too horny and pushed all his long cock inside me. I yelled in pain, and told him to take it easy. “Slow down, baby, it’s been a while since something that big goes inside there. Go slowly.” He apologized, almost took it all out, and started again, more carefully, and I concentrated again in Ricky’s cock.
Zack kept pumping carefully, and soon his balls ware slapping against my ass, all his long mast inside me. It was good! It was so big that in doggy style, the position I like most, I felt a sting when it occasionally touched my womb, but it was great anyway.
I totally relaxed my pussy and tried to relax my throat to swallow as much as I could of Ricky’s cock, marveled to feel such a hard thick cock in my mouth – I love a thick cock in my mouth – and ecstatic to know whose cock it was! I held the base and started fucking him with my mouth with the same rhythm of Zack’s in my pussy.
I looked up and saw Ricky staring at me, looking at his cock in my mouth, and I felt him accelerating his movement almost simultaneously with Zack. I imagined Zack looking at my round ass, holding firmly my hips, pushing it against his cock, while watching me blowing his friend.
The entire scene was too hot, and we all started coming almost at the same time. I felt Ricky’s first gush in my mouth and he flooded it with warm, thick milk, yelling loud. Zack looked like a fucking machine, and pumped furiously his cock deep into my pussy and I felt his sperm greasing my vagina while I shook and moaned in my strong orgasm, totally out of control.
We lay in bed, me in the middle. I kissed them both in the mouth still with my son’s sweet sperm taste in my mouth, and then I relaxed. I had had a lot of tension before and then all the endorphin from the orgasm, so I dozed off.
When I woke up Zack was gone, probably his parents had already arrived. Ricky was looking at me, holding his head, his elbow on bed, and opened a big smile when he saw I was awake. I felt a chill to realize that we were both naked and to remember what had just happened. He hugged and kissed me softly in the lips, and at the same time I felt his engorging cock poking my belly. I felt my body warming up and kissed him back, holding him close to me and feeling his increasing warm hardness against me.
“Sweetie – I said – I think it’s your time now, what do you think?” He didn’t have to answer, as his cock jumped and he pressed his chest firmly against my boobs, then smiled, lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth. I laid back and he kept sucking one tit and the other, fondling, caressing them, the other hand down between my thighs searching for my pussy. I bent my knees and opened my legs to grant him better access, closed my eyes, and enjoyed it. His mouth was warm on my melons, and my pussy was already wet and open.
I told him to lie down beside me. I kissed him deeply, tasting my own salty juices, and went down on him. He was pointing to the ceiling, drooling, hard as a steel rod. I took his big round knob in my mouth. I sucked it hard, feeling if grow even more in my mouth, while I caressed his sack and balls. I sensed he was already very aroused, and I didn’t want him to blast his load again in my mouth, I wanted him deep inside me.
I sat on top of him, looked smiling at his face, held his cock with one hand and positioned it at the entrance of my needy vagina. “Now it’s your time, Sweetie” and started sitting on him. As I said, he was thicker than Zack, but we both were so wet and I was so horny that the head was soon inside. I kept moving down slowly, and soon I sat on his pelvis, his cock stretching my vagina walls. He was all inside me.
I enjoyed that moment for a second, put my feet on bed and started moving my body up and down: the long gym and Pilates sessions were paying off! I took care that his cock was almost close to slipping out of my pussy, than I dropped down and shoved if hard deep inside my vagina again, smashing loudly my ass against his pelvis. My melons bounced, and he grabbed them. With all that shock treatment, it did not take too long. He moaned louder, louder, until he stiffed his body, held my body down into his penis and started shaking, coming, filling mommy with his cum. “Give it to me, Ricky, give it to Mom” I yelled, and it was a long, pleasant orgasm. I continued with my movements and, as he kept his hardness, I also came soon, feeling his warm, thick sperm pouring out of my vagina.
We hugged again, and his eyes were sparkling, a big smile on his face. “Mommy, it was wonderful, you are beautiful, hot, and I never imagined it would be like that, even more with you, today. It’s like a dream, like magic!”. “I enjoyed it too, darling, I needed that and you did me good, and I liked giving you all that pleasure!” And we stayed there, hugged, enjoying the moment and the warmth and smell of our bodies.

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A Taste Chapter 4

By Tim I. Done [My grandfather gave me the nick name Timid One which I now have changed to Tim I. Done] I am actually a girl who had a sexual relationship with an older and later a younger brother but for this story I have taken on the persona of a boy, Timothy Ivan Done, who has relations with his older sister and then his mother. This is a work of fiction. If you are not old enough or cannot handle this kind of story, don?t read it.