26 11 / 2013
Listening to what I was imagining was my sister, moaning while she played with herself, easily had my dick up and at attention again quite quickly. I did my best to picture her in my mind, imagining her rubbing her clit with a few fingers, sliding a dildo in and out of herself, both at the same time. I was stroking as fast as I could, determined to get off again, but unfortunately within only a few minutes I heard her moans start to elevate and increase in frequency. With my eyes clenched tight I pictured her hips bucking upward as she came, her pussy squeezing on her toy hard. How badly I wanted it to be my dick she was wrapped around.
Though I wasn’t able to cum again so quickly, the moaning slowly coming to an end had me convinced it was indeed my sister I was listening to, and not just some random porn video. I waited a few extra minutes, ear still pressed to the wall, hoping she would try for round two, but she had apparently worn herself out too much with the first one. Finishing with drying off I pulled on a fresh pair of shorts and made my way to my room, prepared to spend yet another night tossing and turning, overcome with arousal as I tried to sleep.
As I laid in bed, cock still fully erect, I stared at the photo of my sister I’d sneakily hidden away in my email, as well as thought about both my mother and that current situation, and of course what I’d just listened to only a short bit ago. I made a half attempt at jacking off again, but to be honest, masturbating wasn’t what I wanted. What I wanted was Julia, and my mother, and the more I laid there and thought about it, I could think of quite a few people in my family that I wanted. I had an older sister as well, who was off at college, not to mention one aunt on each side, as well as a few female cousins. At this point, all of them seemed extremely appealing.
I can’t remember exactly when I fell asleep, but I do know my dreams that night were some of the best I ever had. Like any teenager, upon waking I checked my phone, a few random spam emails, a couple texts from buddies from school, but what really woke me up instantly was a new text from Julia. I hoped to all hope for another picture, I wanted so badly for her to have 'accidentally' sent me something new. My wish was halfway granted. She had indeed sent another photo, though there were no follow-up texts to imply it was by accident. Even better. The photo itself was of my sister, yet again in the bathroom in front of the mirror taking a selfie. This time though she was wearing her full cheerleader uniform. Her back was to the mirror and she was taking the photo over her shoulder, a wide smile on her face. To my cock's delight she was using her free hand to lift up her cheer skirt, revealing her bare cheeks, and bright pink thong. Her ass was incredible, and the tan lines from her enjoying the sun yesterday only made her look even more amazing, I was instantly jealous of anyone who got to see her at practice this morning.
Repeating the same process as the night before, I emailed the photo to myself, and tucked it away into a separate folder, though this time I didn’t delete the picture. Instead I simply sent her a smiley face as a response. I spent a good long time looking at both photos, one of my sister almost completely nude, simply covering up her nipples, the other of her pushing her ass out for the world to see. She definitely knew how good she looked, and over the past couple days I’d come to realize as well. I pondered the option of jacking off, but even with my dick throbbing under my shorts, I didn’t want to. I wanted the real thing, I wanted sex. I was completely obsessed with my sister and mother, and my hand just wasn’t good enough any more. After waiting a few minutes for a response from my sister, I finally gave up, figuring she was at practice and couldn’t respond, or perhaps even she was just letting me sweat it out. Either way I got up and made my way downstairs.
Downstairs I was greeted by the sight of the other woman I was currently enamored with, my mother. She stood in front of the sink, washing dishes, wearing her typical bed time t-shirt and sweatpants. Usually she took great care of how she looked each morning, and if she was ‘slumming’ around on a Saturday morning it only meant one thing, that my father had left early this morning for business and would most likely not be home. Even if my parents were supposedly not having sex, she still made a point to always look nice if he was gonna see her. Right then it hit me: my sister was at cheerleading practice, and would most likely not come home tonight, it’s Saturday afterall, and my father was out of town. That left my mother and I alone in the house, at least for tonight. My heart raced.
“Hey mom”, I said as I made my way into the kitchen. I walked to the fridge and opened it, scanning it’s contents for something to eat, but mainly just wanting to further the conversation from last night.
“Morning sweetie”, she responded, not bothering to look at me, and I can only assume trying to keep that typical ‘mom’ tone.
I closed the fridge and made my way over to her, leaning back against the counter beside the sink. Crossing my arms over my chest I look over at her, offering up a smile. My mother was naturally beautiful, and even with as amazing as she looked wearing a nice dress and full make-up, she was still gorgeous with her hair up in a ponytail and wearing just a t-shirt and sweats.
“Dad gone for work?”, I asked.
“Yeah”, she started, putting a soapy plate down and turning her head to look at me, “He left early, and Julia is at practice”.
“So it’s just you and me all day, huh?”, I followed, chuckling a bit.
“Look Daniel, I know where you’re trying to go with this, and just stop”, she scolds.
“Whaaat?”, I question, laughing and playing dumb, “I’m just saying. We haven’t had a day together in a long time. Someone is always here”.
“We both know you’ll spend the day in your room, and I’ll spend the day cleaning. Nothing special”, she says, and pulls the plug to drain the sink water, rinsing the remaining dishes as she continues, “I’m gonna shower, so if you need to use the bathroom do it now”.
“Alright alright”, I say, conceding to her obviously not wanting to talk about what I obviously do want to talk about.
For the moment I made my way upstairs, returning to my room. I was determined to figure out a way to push things again. To hopefully amplify what had happened the other night to the next level. I sat at my computer as usual, checked my phone for anything new, but of course saw nothing, and so I waited, thinking, deciding, planning, trying to figure out what my next step should be to utilize this perfect opportunity.
Once again overcome with that sense of bravery and boldness I got up and made my way towards the bathroom once I was sure my mother was in there. I had made the decision that if the door was locked, she was completely and utterly against even the idea of something sexual with me, if the door was unlocked, there must be some reason she wouldn’t try to keep me out, right?
As if a prayer was answered the knob turned and I slowly pushed open the bathroom door. Once inside I gently closed it behind me, careful to be quiet. I took a few steps towards the toilet and gently lifted the seat, preparing to pee. Though I was quiet about closing the door, I made sure to lift the seat hard enough it would hit against the lid, thus getting my mother’s attention. Otherwise she might not have known, our shower curtain wasn’t any form of see through, a solid dark burgundy instead.
“What are you doing?!”, she asked, excitedly as she pulled the curtain back to peek around, shampoo still in here hair and only one eye open.
“You didn’t give me a chance to get in here, I have to pee”, I answered.
“I told you if you needed…”, she trailed off, growling a bit in annoyance as she pulled the curtain completely shut again.
I pushed down my shorts in the front and proceeded to start urinating, “It isn’t like you haven’t seen me naked, isn’t that the line parents always use?”, I chuckle, obviously referring to something else.
“You aren’t gonna let this go are you?”, she asked.
“Why would I? I actually enjoyed it”, I answer, lowering the seat and lid before turning and taking a seat on the toilet.
“I’m not saying I didn’t enj-”, she cuts off, sighing heavily, “It’s wrong Daniel”.
“Yeah, you said that”, I respond, letting my bravery lead me as I stand and drop my shorts to the floor.
Before she gets a chance to respond I step to the back of the tub and pull back the curtain, quickly putting in one leg and then the other, joining my mother in the shower.
“What the…Daniel, get out!”, she almost screams, trying to cover her breasts with one arm, the other hand over her pussy.
“Just trying to get my shower taken too mom, just pretend I’m not here”, I say, making sure my hands are on my hips and my dick, which was quickly rising, is completely visible.
“Just get out!”, she yells again, glaring at me.
“Turn around, I’ll wash your back”, I say, grabbing the soap and ignoring her order.
For a long few seconds she stares at me, eyes like daggers at me. Whether she actually wanted something to happen, or was just tired of fighting and didn’t want me to tell I’m not sure, but she gave up and turned around, grabbing her hair and pulling it up to reveal her entire back to me.
Success! I screamed inside my head as I closed the gap between us and eagerly reached out, pressing the bar of soap to her back and slowly moving it around. I enjoyed the moment, but didn’t push too much. Instead I made sure to cover every inch of her upper back, slowly making my way down, closer and closer to her ass, which is exactly what my eyes were locked on. Before I was even halfway down her back I could see her shoulders relaxing, and even heard a soft sigh escape her. With that boosting my confidence I ran the bar of soap between my hands, and placed my hands onto her back instead, gently massaging as I continued to make my way down.
“Feel good mom?”, I asked.
She didn’t speak, instead only answering my question with a soft nod.
“Good. Keep going?”, I followed up.
Again, just a nod was the answer I received.
Overcome with how well things were going I moved a bit closer to her, my erect cock only a few millimeters from her beautiful ass. I pressed a bit harder into her, careful to move my thumbs clockwise into her back as I continued my trek downwards on her body. As I started to reach her lower back, she suddenly leaned forward, and in that movement pressed her ass into my dick. I braced for her to freak out, to scream or yell again, but instead she seemed to press back even more, letting out a soft moan.
I could have cum right there, the head of my hard cock was pressing gently between my mother’s cheeks, and I couldn’t help but moan a little as well. Noticing that she didn’t seem to mind, I moved myself forward even more, letting my dick slide down even more, the head and shaft sliding between her legs and right along her ass. Reaching around I hugged at her stomach, holding her tight as I let out another moan.
She pressed back into me, almost completely bent over as she rested her head on her arms, pressed into the wall in front of her, and I let my hands move up, cupping each of her large hanging breasts. Slowly I thrusted, letting my dick slide and tease at her ass as I massaged on her breasts. We shared moans, and the moment I started to run my fingertips along her nipples she started to thrust back, matching my movements as we humped under the falling water.
“Turn around Mom, let me see”, I pleaded.
Without a word she stood up and did so, exposing her completely nude and wet body to me, her hands at her sides. Immediately I leaned down, cupped one of her breasts with my hand, and wrapped my lips around her nipple. Gently I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth and started to flick it with my tongue, occasionally running circles around it.
“Sen…sen-sensitive”, she moaned.
Hearing her breathing heavy and moaning only made me want to go more, and I sucked harder, flicking at her nipple even faster with my tongue. Meanwhile my other hand found her free breast and gripped it, squeezing gently and teasing at her nipple. She found something of her own and I thrusted hard as I felt her hand wrap around my cock, causing me to moan into her breast.
I switched sides, sucking her other nipple into my mouth and once again attacking it with my tongue as my other hand continued to massage at her breast. The whole while I thrusted into her hand, feeling her tug away on my dick and once in a while cup my balls in her hand and squeeze.
“Are you..”, she started, but paused to let out a loud moan, “Have you ever?”.
“I never have no”, I answered, knowing what she was asking as I let my mouth free, though I made sure to continue massaging with my hands.
To my surprise the knowledge that I was a virgin only seemed to excite her more. She gently pushed at my chest, causing me to step back, and she turned around once again. Bending over she basically presented her ass to me, and I got the hint.
Trying to call on every ounce of knowledge I’d gained from watching porn I stepped up to her and gripped my shaft, crouching down a bit and trying to find the entry point. One try, another try, over and over I failed at finding the hole. I blamed the wetness of the shower, but truth be told I didn’t know what I was doing. After a few failed attempts I finally felt her grip the head of my dick and guide it in. Straight into her pussy.
I pushed into her hard, forcing as much of me into her as I could as I heard her moan. My own moans though basically drowned out hers as I felt that ever obvious feeling of the point of no return. Holding myself inside her I gritted my teeth, trying to think of everything I could non-sexual. Puppies, my grandma, video games, I ran through everything I could think of to avoid finishing, I was even terrified to move, thinking it would bring things to an end.
“Don’t worry baby, don’t move”, my mom said, re-assuring me.
I could feel a slight movement at the base of my cock, and with the position of her hand I could only assume she was rubbing at her clit while I stood there, dick buried inside her. I’d seen it plenty of times in porn, so I did my best to help without causing too much friction on my own dick. I gripped and gently smacked her ass, squeezing hard and spreading her cheeks apart. The sight of my dick completely buried inside of her was incredible, and her asshole looked extremely tight, anal was definitely something I loved seeing in porn.
With each slap and squeeze to her ass she seemed to moan more, so of course I did it over and over again. As she rubbed on herself I could feel her beginning to move her hips, grinding against my dick as he moans increased in volume. I continued my work on her ass and even reached up a few times to drag my nails down her back a bit.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god”, she almost screamed through her moans, moans that were increasing in volume and frequency quite quickly.
Suddenly I felt her hand stop, and her pussy clench on my dick. She was already tight before, but feeling her squeeze on my cock gave the word a whole new definition. Screaming loudly she gripped at my dick with her pussy over and over, slamming back into me now as she came. I did my best to hold on, both to her ass and my orgasm.
“Go ahead honey”, she said through exasperated breaths.
That was all it took. I had managed to hold on through how tight she was, how incredibly arousing the situation was, and even through her loud moans as she came and squeezed on my dick. Hearing her tell me to go ahead sent me straight over the edge, and I couldn’t help but grab her hips hard, push myself as deep as I could into her, and cum. We both moaned loudly, and I let a hand move under her again to grip at one of her hanging breasts as I came as deep inside my mother as I could.
24 11 / 2013
Anonymous asked: In the Thompson family series, more Daniel and Julia action pleaseeee
22 11 / 2013
I stood there for a long time, the images of my younger sister burned into my brain. The tan lines along her exposed butt cheeks, her breasts pressed together as she gently exposed a bit extra with her fingertips. Knowing I couldn’t just spend the rest of the night awkwardly standing in the pool I did my best to make my way inside without my massively hard dick being obvious to my dad as I gave him a soft “Hey” and made my way to my room.
Once inside I made sure the door was closed all the way behind me and quickly moved to my computer, sliding my trunks down enough to free my cock, not caring about getting my chair or the floor wet. Within seconds I was stroking furiously, clicking through pictures and videos of supposed incest between brother and sister, and even reading stories. My orgasm finally forced it’s way free as I read a story about a sister and brother fooling around in a pool. Eyes clenched tight I covered my own chest and dick in my cum as I imagined my sister in the pool with me again, panties pulled to the side as we secretly fucked under the water.
Breathing heavily I closed the few open tabs and grabbed a dirty towel from my hamper, cleaning and drying myself off before tossing my trunks away as well. As I pulled on a new pair of basketball shorts my phone vibrated against the dresser, apparently I had missed three text messages from my sister Julia. Seated once again in front of the computer I unlocked my phone and opened the messages app, what I saw caused my freshly jerked dick to spring up to attention once again.
The first message was actually a photo, an amazing photo of her standing in front of our bathroom mirror, completely nude with one arm covering her nipples, the other holding up her phone to execute the self photo. Unfortunately the bottoms of her bathing suit were still on, though it confirmed she had just taken the photo.
Second message read, “Shit wrong person, delete that!”.
Third message, “Did you delete it?”.
Immediately I saved the photo to my phone, of course, and then quickly e-mailed it to myself, and moved the email into a separate folder. Yeah right delete it, I thought. I did however delete it from our conversation history, and also the photo album on my phone. As I was about to text back saying I had done so though, I heard my mother yell from downstairs to come eat. Normally I wouldn’t bother until the second or third time she hollered, but with the recent events still fresh in my mind I figured it was best to keep her happy, so I threw on a t-shirt and made my way down quickly.
Awkward isn’t even a good enough word to describe how dinner went. My own thoughts swam through my head, my mother barely said anything, and when she did it was only to my father, but most of all I couldn’t get a read on Julia no matter how hard I tried. One moment she seemed to be completely ignoring me, which led me to think perhaps she was embarrassed or mad about the photo, both options made me unhappy. Other moments though I’d catch her eyes and she’d half smile, and blush a little, which of course made me happy and kept me optimistic. Maybe it was another way of teasing? She knows you think she’s hot, she’s using it to get information, like any woman would. I tried to convince myself of so many different things. That she was teasing, that she was using my attraction to gain information, even that she was completely furious, just like I had convinced myself my mother was. None of the thoughts convinced me though, and the more I continued to think about the situations with my mother and sister, the more paranoid and uneasy I became.
Dinner ended in the same awkward fashion it had began, and I made my way back upstairs, thoughts weighing heavy on my mind. Sitting down at my computer yet again I considered texting my sister, confirming I had deleted the picture, which wasn’t a lie, sort of. Instead though I just pushed my phone aside and once more returned to stories and photos of incest. As I sat there reading story after story, my dick sat rock hard under my shorts, as usual. The only thing that seemed to break me free of my tunnel vision was my phone buzzing it’s way across my desk again. Picking up my phone I noticed the time, and what felt like only ten minutes of curiosity into the world of incest, had actually been closer to three hours.
“Close the porn, I’m coming in”, the text read, of course from my smartass sister Julia.
Quickly I closed the various stories and tugged at my shorts, trying to yet again hide my never leaving erection. Not a moment too late either, as I heard my door open and almost immediately close. I spun around in my chair, but what I was greeted with was not going to help cure my situation downstairs. Julia, wearing only a long towel wrapped around her still wet body made her way over and sat on my bed, eyes locked onto mine as she seemed to be expecting something.
“Well?”, she asked, with an irritated tone.
“Well uh..”, I started, my brain unable to process where she could be going with the question. In fact the only thing that my brain seemed to be able to process at the moment were her tan legs, and how the towel exposed the full-length of them, barely even covering her ass. Or her breasts, and the small droplets that seemed to pour out of her hair and straight into her visible cleavage. Her legs were crossed, one over the other, hiding her from my sight, but it didn’t keep me from imagining how her pussy looked.
“Did you delete it or not?”, she whispered, leaning forward towards me.
“Ye-Yeah”, I answered, grabbing my phone and tossing it onto the bed beside her, “Go ahead and check”.
She of course did, dropping the phone back onto the bed beside her and exchanging it for a brush. As Julia sat there, running the brush repeatedly through her soaked hair, I couldn’t help but notice the towel seemed to shake looser and looser with each brushing. Each time she pulled down her breasts shook, and each time seemed to expose a bit more of the tops of her breasts. There’s no way she can’t notice that? So she IS teasing? My mind started racing again, trying to know the answer to even one of the million questions I’d formed the past few days.
“So who is it?”, she asked, either ignorant to her slowly exposing body or using it.
“Who is uh…who’s what?”, I coughed out, trying my best to keep my hands in place over my crotch, and my eyes on her face, both were impossible at this point.
“Who’s the guy crushing on me?”, Julia answered, following it with a small giggle and placing her hands in her lap. She had leaned forward, and I could have sworn was pressing her breasts together purposely, which only loosened the towel more.
I can’t say where it came from, but for a brief moment I felt a bit braver, sticking to the guns I had loaded earlier regarding the same conversation, “You can show me all the cleavage in the world, I’m still not gonna tell you”.
My teeth gritted hard, I saw the situation being able to go one of two ways. One, she’d completely flip out, call me a pervert and who knows what else, or two, she’d continue this attempt at getting answers by using my confessed attraction towards her. Either way I’d get an answer, but let’s be honest, I hoped for the latter option.
Julia leaned up, straightening her back, and simply stared at me. I waited, she waited, we both just waited. After what seemed like an eternity she reached up with both hands and slowly removed the corner of the towel holding it in place against her body. Even slower she started to open it, her eyes sticking to mine as she did so.
“You absolutely sure about that?”, she asked, as even more of her chest came into view.
“I’m pos-”, I stopped, and she quickly pulled the towel tight again as we both heard the doorknob to my room turn, and the door itself open.
Son of a!!! I screamed in my head as I saw my mom step into the room.
“Julia, your brother and I need to have a talk, and you should be in bed anyways, you have practice early in the morning”, my mother stated, very sternly.
Without a word Julia got up and made her way out of the room, and once again an opportunity to see my sister in a more exposed way was shut down indirectly by one of my parents.
“What’s up?”, I tried to say in as normal way as I could, watching my mother close my bedroom door and make her way over to take my sister’s place on the bed. The look on her face spoke volumes though, she wasn’t happy, and this wasn’t going to be a great conversation.
“I’m not even going to ask what that was about, we will handle that later. For now, we need to discuss what happened”, she said, that parent tone in her voice.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I shrugged, the optimist inside of me hoping she’d be up for simply forgetting the entire ordeal altogether.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, and you know as well as I do that it is wrong, and shouldn’t have happened”, she retorted.
“Well yeah but I mean-”, I attempted to start.
“Just let me finish. Now I understand that you are young, full of hormones, still discovering yourself as a man and all of those things, and I understand that your father and I never really took the time to have a conversation with you about sex, but what we did was wrong and you need to understand that, and it will never happen again, period”.
She took a moment to pause, holding her hand up, one finger raising to the sky in signal for me to wait. After a few deep breaths she continued, “Find a more productive and appropriate way to handle your urges, but be safe. I expect this to be the last time we discuss this”.
With that she got up and took a few steps towards my door once again. I’m not sure if it was the power I seemed to feel the other night while she was drunk returning again, or the fact that I was annoyed that she cost me at least a look at my sister, but something compelled me, even through the fear I had before, to continue the conversation she wanted to end.
“So is it worse than cheating on your husband?”, I asked, doing my best to hold back the grin I wanted so badly to plaster on my face.
“Excuse me?”, she asked back, stopping and turning to look at me, if it wasn’t a look of anger before it definitely was now.
“We both know where you were, what you were doing. Plus, if it’s so wrong how come you enjoyed it so much, too?”, I followed up, that boldness I felt inside me bringing me to my feet and even a couple steps closer to her.
“I-You…”, she scoffed, closing the remaining gap between us as she whispered sternly, “What I do, and what is going on between your father and I is none of your business, and as far as enjoying it…I can’t believe that you would even think that, it’s disturbing!”.
“I know you enjoyed it Mom, I felt you cum”.
“I certainly did not!”
“You did, at least once for sure, you were at least moaning like you enjoyed it the whole time. I mean come on what’s the big deal? You enjoyed it, I enjoyed it.”
There was a big deal though, my dick wasn’t throbbing inside my shorts at that very moment just because she was any woman, it was because she was my mother, because the entire idea was so taboo and so wrong on so many moral levels.
“Look, even if I did, which I didn’t..”, she started, taking a breath between, “I shouldn’t have cheated on your father, and I definitely shouldn’t have let you blackmail me into doing that, drunk or not”.
“The other man was a secret, it isn’t like last night couldn’t be as well”, I said, the lust overcoming me trying to convince her.
“No, no no…just no. It’s wrong”, she answered.
Words weren’t getting me anywhere, and as if I was still possessed by some brave version of myself I didn’t bother with continuing my attempt at convincing her, and instead I moved my hands away from covering the tent in my shorts, wrapping one around her body and onto her ass, the other against her chest. As I gave her body a slow look up and down I gently squeezed on both, moving my eyes to hers as I finally gave her that grin.
She wasn’t wearing anything near as spectacular as she was the other night, no exposing dress that showed off all the amazing features she had. Tonight she was bumming so to say, already prepared for bed by the looks and feel of it. Covering her breasts was a simple t-shirt, and I quickly deduced no bra, which made running my fingertips over her erect nipples an easy task. For bottoms she wore a pair of sweatpants, loose enough on the lower leg but they gripped her ass firmly, as did my hand.
“S-Sto”, she started to say, but I was ready, immediately stepping forward so that my hard dick pressed into her crotch as she spoke, and my hands gripped tighter onto her body.
I squeezed harder onto her ass, gripping and rubbing over and over. I also made sure to focus on her nipple, squeezing her breast occasionally but mainly letting my fingertips run over it and circle around it.
“We can’t”, she said through a soft moan, her hands on my chest.
“Sure we can”, I responded quickly, letting my hand move down to find it’s way up again, this time under her shirt, cupping and massaging at her breast.
That action seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back though. She stepped back, pushing a little on my chest as I pulled away from my grasp.
“Daniel, no”, she said.
I sighed heavily, extremely frustrated at how badly I wanted to cum, and how long I had been hard, “I could always tell dad?”.
“Just…just give me some time to think Daniel…alright?”, she asked, “This is all very confusing”.
Like light leaving a room when you flip the switch down she opened the bedroom door and left, closing it quickly behind her.
Yet again I stood in place, dick hard as a diamond in a snowstorm, and unsatisfied. Convincing myself that pushing the issue right now would only do more damage than good I resorted to plan B, using my hand. Needing a shower anyways I made my way into the bathroom, started the shower, and got in, immediately started on myself.
My mind filled with all of the things I’d seen and read the past twenty-four hours. I replayed visions of all the porn I’d seen, and the stories I’d read, but mostly I let the mental movies I’d taken of my mother and sister play on repeat in my mind’s eye. The sight of my mom’s head bobbing back and forth, taking all of me into her mouth, the sounds of her moaning as I unloaded stream after stream of cum into her throat, the teasing attempts my younger sister had made at getting information out of me.
Fingers curling against the plastic shower wall I moaned loudly, stroking slowly as I shot free a huge load of cum onto the bathtub bottom. I imagined it flooding down my mother’s throat and splashing all over my sister’s tits. I came for what seemed like five minutes straight, my knees shaking by the time I finished.
Shutting off the water immediately after, I grabbed the hanging towel and began to dry off. As I stood wiping the water off me though, I could hear what sounded like faint moaning, like a porn video turned down extremely low. Curiosity seeming to be my only initiative anymore I gently pressed my ear to the bathroom wall, and sure enough I could hear it. On the other side of the wall sat my sister’s room, and I could either hear the porn she was watching, or my actual sister herself.
Obviously I had just cum, just relieved myself of all the pent up tension of the night, but it didn’t change the fact that I was standing there, stark naked in the bathroom, ear pressed to the wall, imagining my sister fingering herself as I slowly stroked my cock back to life.
I seemed to be definitely developing an incest obsession.
02 11 / 2013
Anonymous asked: Stories of girls peeing in car
24 10 / 2013
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14 10 / 2013
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10 10 / 2013
Sleep seemed to come and go randomly in the few hours I had available before I needed to be up for school. A few minutes of a nightmare about my mother freaking out about what had happened, another few minutes of dreaming about seeing my younger sister nude, her lips wrapped around the shaft of my dick as she slid it in an out of her mouth. Of course there were also the awake thoughts constantly chasing through my mind, still wondering how the events of everything were going to play out. I was more than confident my sister would just chalk it up to me being a pervert, no problem or news there, but my mother? There was always my mother.
I’m not positive when exactly I managed to fall asleep, though I am positive of when I was awoken. Just like the night prior, I woke up to the sounds of a doorknob turning, and my bedroom door creaking open. My mother was basically forced to wake me up each morning before school. If left to be responsible for myself, I’d simply turn off my alarm clock and go back to sleep. A morning person is something I was not.
Whether luckily or unluckily my eyes stayed closed. Even though the simple sound of a doorknob turning woke me up, I pretended otherwise, as I typically did. Within seconds though a shocking realization hit me like a semi-truck at full speed. I was naked. I typically faked asleep sure, but going to bed in the nude was not a typical occurrence for me, especially considering my mother had a habit of yanking the covers off me as a way to wake me up in the morning. As that thought traced through my mind another truck seemed to hit me, not only was I naked, but I wasn’t even covered. Apparently in my tossing and turning and inability to sleep I had managed to uncover myself before finally sleeping.
My heart raced as I laid there, pounding so hard within my chest that I was sure she had to hear it. Hearing the click of the door closing I fought the urge to open my eyes, curiosity trailing over me as I wondered whether or not she’d left due to my nudeness, or was simply trying to shield the rest of the house from the sight with the door.
Within seconds my internal question was answered. Step by step I could not only hear her slowly approaching along the creaking floor, but I could feel her presence, somehow. Harder and harder my heart pounded in my chest, and I can’t deny my dick twitching at the knowledge she had my nude form in full view in front of her. Instantly my thoughts returned to the events of last night, and my morning wood throbbed a bit as she finally reached me. To my disappointment, and relief, I felt her grab the blanket and pull it over me, hiding my exposed body.
Afterward she reached down and gave my shoulder a slight nudge, “Daniel, get up you’ve got school”.
I ignored her, the teenage pervert in me wanting something besides just a simple nudge on the shoulder after covering up my erect cock. I said nothing, and instead groaned a bit and shifted my legs, trying to remove the blanket from covering my cock without being too obvious about it.
Again, a nudge, “Daniel, wake up!”, she said a bit more sternly.
And again I groaned and shifted, successfully revealing the top half of my erection, my eyes staying shut tight.
There was a long pause and I’d like to think her eyes were locked onto my dick, but I was too terrified to look, not even to open my eyes in a slit.
“I’m not gonna be late for work just because you don’t want to get up, now come on”, she said and gave my chest and light smack before turning around to leave.
I opened my eyes and looked over at her, my vision quickly moving to her ass as she made her way to the door. Wanting to say something, anything to get an idea of where things stood I opened my mouth to speak, but all I could seem to muster was a yawn. Instead I laid there, propped up on one elbow on my side, staring at my mother until she closed the door behind her.
Grabbing a pair of shorts I pulled them on and made my way into the bathroom, a hot shower seeming like a great idea. Once under the water though, I must have spent close to an hour thinking and reflecting on myself, because by the time I was back in my room, everyone was gone and I had a mere five minutes to leave if I intended to be on time for school. For a brief moment I considered the idea of skipping, wouldn’t be the first time afterall, but it seemed a better option to keep my mother on my good side at the moment, so off to school I went.
The schoolday couldn’t have gone any slower. Each second seemed like an hour, each hour felt like a week. Focusing was impossible. Julia had never texted back, and my mother had said nothing in regards to last night. Just like when I was laying in bed my mind was plagued with dozens of thoughts. Whether my mother would be pissed or not. Whether she would tell my Dad. There were the quite frequent positive thoughts as well though. What if she liked it? What if it could happen again? My dick was up and down all day as I sat through class after class, one moment terrified of potential outcomes, and the next lusting over my mother and even my sister in my new found fetish.
When the day finally ended I sat in my car for a long time. Usually I’d be fighting for the closest place out of the parking lot, but instead I just sat, thinking. By the time I managed my way out of the parking lot, and had finished driving around randomly it was only about an hour before my mother and father would be home from work, and I had convinced myself that would be when an answer would come. Either my parents would sit me down to have a conversation and I’d be dead because my father would beat me to death, or my mom would sit me down to talk, which could go either way. Or the most terrifying aspect, she would act like everything was normal and I’d be forced to initiate some soft of debriefing about last night.
After getting home though it wasn’t long before the feelings of fear and anxiety were lifted, and replaced with a whole new series of thoughts instead. Upon entering the kitchen to grab a drink, I caught sight of my little sister on the back deck, sun tan lotion making her swimsuit covered body shine under the late afternoon sun. She was just laying there on a lawn chair, sunglasses on her face and glowing like an angel. I don’t know how long I stood there staring, her slightly tanned skin glistening, her C cup breasts flattened against her chest due to gravity. My hand eventually going numb from the feeling of a cold can of soda finally snapped me back into reality, and my teenage mind formulated a plan in seconds. As fast as I could I sprinted up the stairs, stripping as I made my way down the hall and into my room.
“Less than an hour, less than an hour”, I repeated as if it was my mantra as I changed into my swimtrunks.
I wasn’t positive on what my plan was, all I knew is that my plan was to get a better look at my sister, and going for a swim seemed to be a simple excuse to. Downstairs and out the sliding glass door I went, heading straight for the pool and dipping a leg down to get a feel for the water.
“You’re home late”, Julia said, and I turned my head to look down at her.
“Yeah, was hooking up with a chick under the bleachers after school, you know me”, I joked and gave her a little wink. It took every bit of self-control I had to keep my eyes on hers, and not on her body.
“Yeah right, I’m sure”, she laughed before laying her head down on the chair again, “Just don’t get me wet”.
Seeing an opportunity I immediately jumped, curled my knees up into my chest, wrapped my arms around my legs, and cannonballed into the water. Making my way to the surface I wiped the water away from my eyes to see my sister now sitting up, straddling the chair between her legs and glaring at me.
“What did I say?!”, she always screamed as she wiped water off her legs.
All I could do was chuckle as I once more stared at her body. Before last night I had never looked at my mother or sisters in a sexual way. Never had any thoughts of incest. Hell I even used to hate it when my sister would run around the house in a t-shirt and booty shorts. Now though, my eyes were glued to my sister’s form, the sight of her long legs and shining breasts making my dick rise immediately under my shorts.
With a soft shrug I jerked an open hand forward, forcing water towards her, “What’s wrong Julia? Afraid of a little water? You aren’t that sweet”. I chuckled once more and turned away from her, slowly swimming to the other end of our pool.
With an unexpected splash to the back of my head I turned quickly to see my sister rising up out of the water and coming towards me, a half-smile on her face. As if half minigun she jerked both arms forward, palms out, and shot wave after wave of water at me, splashing me repeatedly.
“I told you not to get me wet!”, she exclaimed as she continued to move towards me, splashing me over and over again.
Seeing my opening for a chance to not only see my sister in only a swimsuit, but also have an excuse to touch her I quickly went underwater and swam towards her, wrapping my arms around her waist as I came up. With one quick movement I surfaced, lifting her out of the water as I did, and tossed her aside, laughing a bit as she went underwater.
“Don’t mess with someone bigger than you sis”, I said through a large smile as she surfaced and pushed her hair back out of her face.
“Hardly bigger, plus size doesn’t matter, I can kick your butt anyday”, she rebutted, hands on her hips and her own smile beaming back at me.
As if preparing for some sort of full on football lineman match-up I crouched a bit and spread my feet to steady myself, “Bring it”.
To my surprise she quickly lunged forward, pushing her hands into my chest as she attempted to force me underwater. I held strong and wrapped my arms around her once more. Lifting her up I once again swung her to the side and released, only to be dragged down with her into the water. Surfacing and taking a gasp of air I realized she had wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. Back and forth I twisted my body, trying to break her grip, but she countered by wrapping her legs around my stomach, locking her ankles behind my back and holding her body tight against mine.
Heaven. That’s the only word I could think of to describe where I was at that moment. Her ass set barely above the tip of my erect dick, and her breasts were pressed together by her arms being wrapped around my neck.
Staring into her eyes I smiled and stopped trying to break her grip, instead chuckling once again, “This is your plan?”.
“Seems to me I’m winning”, she said, following it with a shrug, “In order to dunk me you have to dunk yourself”.
“Oh really? And what if I just do this?”, I asked before wrapping my arms around her again and pulling tight, pinning her breasts to my chest.
My dick was throbbing, my heart pounding, my mind racing with thoughts as I stood there in the water with my sister’s amazing body pressed into me. I did my best to keep my gaze on hers, to maintain that eye contact I know is so important with women. Overcome with my own arousal though I broke. My eyes dropped down and within only a few seconds it seemed completely worth whatever smack or scream I may receive. The sight of her large breasts pressed together before me, her cleavage looking so inviting, made time almost stand still.
“Oh my God!”, she exclaimed before releasing her grip on me.
“I uh…er…what Julia?”, I tried to ask as I let free my own grip as well.
With her arms crossed over her chest she almost screamed, “You were totally checking out my tits!”.
Her arms being crossed only aided in her tits being pressed together and I was once more fighting not to stare, “No I wasn’t, I was just playing around. You know, wrestling”.
“Oh bullshit Daniel, I’m not that dumb”, she expressed.
With a heavy sigh I nodded a bit, giving in to the fact that I was caught. A glint of optimism struck me though and I gambled on taking an aggressive approach, after all it had worked before.
“Give me a break Julia. I mean come on. I’m a guy, you are a hot girl wearing a swimsuit. It’s just habit it isn’t like I can really help it”, I pleaded.
Slowly her arms lowered from across her chest and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she seemed to think about how to handle it. Unfortunately though, my focus wasn’t as pristine as hers. With her arms lowered it became visible that her nipples were fully erect. The combination of water and a slight breeze had done their job forcing her nipples into standing position.
“So that’s your excuse for staring even now?”, she asked.
The fact that she asked instead of screaming at me gave me a sense of hope. Perhaps she wasn’t mad? Maybe she liked it? Was flattered? As per usual my mind was racing with all the possibilities.
“I just…”, I growled a bit in frustration with myself, “I’m sorry Julia”.
“So like….you really think I’m hot?”, she asked in what seemed to be a shy way, which was definitely not like my sister. Center of attention, loved the spotlight, very outgoing.
“Well duh, I mean even I know how many guys are constantly hitting on you and trying to get in your pants. Hell even half my friends are constantly asking me to ask if you like them”, I answered.
“Like who?”, she asked, eyes seeming to light up at the thought of my friends being into her.
A sting of jealously fled through me and I found myself not wanting her to know, “I’m not telling you dork”.
“Oh come on Daniel, tell me. I probably don’t like them anyways, most of your friends are nerds”, she said as she walked slowly towards me in the water. The words seemed to follow her movements, and she was definitely making an effort to ensure her hips swayed with each step and her chest was pushed out.
Seeing her trying to use my obvious attraction towards her to her advantage I just shook my head and laughed a bit, though I did steal a look at her breasts, not even attempting to hide it now.
“I’m not saying, but yes you are attractive Julia”, I answered.
“Hmm…that’s too bad and here I was thinking that we were close. That you know….we could be open and honest with each other. We are brother and sister afterall”, she pleaded. The whole time she spoke her fingers traced the edge of her swimsuit top.
My eyes were locked in place on her breasts and I watched her fingertips slowly slide along the small amount of fabric covering her breasts. With each movement up and down I could see her gently tugging back at the top, exposing a bit more and more of her breasts each time.
“Well I guess that isn’t the case. Oh well”, she continued and moved past me towards the edge of the pool. I tried to find something to say, anything that would keep her in the pool with me. The image of her breasts though basically shut down my brain, and as I turned to attempt a last second plea I caught sight of her ass as she climbed up the wall onto the deck. During our wrestling around her bottoms had managed to ride up and now looked more like a thong than a swimsuit. As I stared at the tan lines adorning Julia’s ass I heard the sound of a car door closing echo into the backyard and I knew one of my parents were home.
08 9 / 2013
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18 8 / 2013
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16 8 / 2013
WARNING: This post contains elements of incest.
Both of our heads jerked, the light flipping on upstairs grabbing our attention and ending the situation at hand rather suddenly. With a few drops of cum still dripping it’s way out of my dick I watched my mother scoop up her bra off the couch and sprint towards the kitchen, away from view. My reaction time was not quite as fast, my mind was still reeling over what just took place. Instead as I attempted to grab at my shorts and pull them on I saw my younger sister’s head poke around the corner of the wall to look downstairs.
Covering her mouth I can only assume to hide a scream she took a few seconds to respond, waiting for me to get my shorts pulled up. “What the hell are you doing Daniel?”, she asked in that sort of strange scream whisper.
Grabbing my essay off the couch I made my way towards the stairs, quickly climbing them to detain her from going down. The last thing that I wanted was her to not only catch me with my pants down, literally, but to also find our mother downstairs. That would raise too many questions I’m not sure I could have talked my way out of.
“I wasn’t doing anything Julia, I was just watching TV after finishing my essay”, I said as I finally reached the top of the stairs. Luckily dad didn’t seem to be awake.
“Oh bullshit you had your pants on the floor and your dick all out for the world to see!”, she exclaimed, her eyes glued to mine.
Stalling for a few moments I sighed heavily, “Fine. I was trying to find some porn to watch okay? Jesus Julia”.
As if unsure of what to say or how to react she just stared at me for a long time. Both of us staring at the other in a long drawn out silence. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I was sure she could hear it. This must be how mom felt when she got caught.
Finally she raised a hand, pointing one finger at me as she spoke, “Well do that stuff in your room, that’s why you have a computer and a door that closes”.
Before I had a chance to think of anything to say she had turned and walked back to her room, closing her door behind her. I was tempted to return downstairs, but after a quick peek around the corner and not seeing my mom I instead turned off the hallway light and made my way into my room, careful to close my own door as well.
Once inside I moved to my desk and set down the stapled pages of my essay and sat in my computer chair, the light of my desktop monitor the only thing illuminating my room. Finally my brain was beginning to process everything that had happened. Catching my mother having an affair, touching on her body, feeling her suck on my dick, and almost being caught in the act by my little sister. My emotions were mixed, part of me wanting to feel guilty about what I’d done, and especially who I’d done it with. Another part, a much larger part, was still stuck on the thought of how amazing the entire ordeal was. Having my own mother on her knees in front of me, sucking me off in the middle of our living room, Julia almost catching us. So many things made the situation so risky and wrong, and in that regard incredibly arousing.
When I probably should have been telling myself it was a one time thing, that I was just overcome with typical teenage hormones, I was instead sitting in my computer chair letting the events of my mother and I roll through my head over and over again. Remembering the sight, feel, and taste of her breasts, thinking of how amazingly warm and wet it was between her legs, and of course thoroughly enjoying the memory of making her cum and her making me do the same.
Needless to say the erection in my shorts was quickly returning, and with no desire to sleep at the moment I spun my chair around to face my computer and proceeded to begin searching for mom son porn videos. Within minutes I had my shorts and shirt on the floor beside my chair, erect cock in hand, and various videos of older women supposedly fucking their sons playing on my monitor. Between the terrible acting in the videos though, as well as the fact that I had just got off less than an hour before I found it incredibly difficult to bring myself to orgasm. Following a fetish inducing blowjob with my own hand just wasn’t gonna happen.
Fed up with my efforts I closed the few open windows on my computer and turned off my monitor, forfeiting myself to the knowledge I’d be going to try to sleep extremely horny and rocking a boner. Grabbing my phone I moved to the bed, climbing into it and under my large blanket, still naked after my failed attempt. I flipped on my television, turned it to some random movie channel and laid on my back, looking at my phone in an attempt to find something to occupy myself with until I could sleep.
I responded to a few random messages I had apparently missed earlier in the night and decided mostly out of boredom to send my sister a text to apologize. Finding her name in my recent messages I tapped it, opening a new message and staring for a long time before I could finally think of what to say.
“Sorry about the whole thing earlier, didn’t mean to freak you out”, I texted her.
Before I even had a chance to open a game on my phone to play I saw a new message notification, “Typical girl”, I whispered to myself, referencing how women seem to have their phones permanently attached to their hands.
“Didn’t freak me out. Just weird to see at 4 am”, she texted back.
As if driven by this newly found interest in the idea of incest I tapped away at the virtual keyboard quickly, “Oh so if it hadn’t been 4 am it wouldn’t have been weird? ;)”.
“That’s not even what I meant you perv lol”, she responded.
“Perv? You’re the one who was peeking around the corner and watching lol”, I typed back quickly.
“I was not! If I wanted to see that I’d just use the internet”.
“See, you even admit you’re a perv watching porn online”.
As I laid there naked under my blanket my thoughts began to move away from my mother, and instead onto my sister. Julia was essentially a younger version of our mom, the same blond hair, almost exactly the same body type, the only difference is my mother was a bit chubbier over the years after having three children and spending her days at home. With that it made it rather easy to put my sister in place of my mother in the memories of my dick being sucked, though I was quickly snapped out of my mental movie by my phone vibrating again.
“Oh please like you don’t watch porn. Now go away so I can sleep”, she texted.
A bit unhappy about the conversation having to end I did my best to continue it, “Oh yeah, find an excuse to leave right after confessing to being a huge pervert lol”.
“Good night”, she responded.
Sighing heavily I gave up my effort and instead opened the browser on my phone, this time opting for a brother/sister search on porn sites instead of mom/son. Though the acting was equally as terrible, I had a bit better luck building myself towards another orgasm as I watched video after video. After what seemed like an eternity I felt it coming and grabbed an old sock I used for my messes off the floor beside the bed. As I proceeded to release myself into the sock I kept my eyes shut, remembering the face of my mother as I came before, and trying to replace it with my sister’s, or even both at once.
Finally relieved I wiped my dick off with the sock and tossed it just under my bed, within reach for the next time I may need it. I rolled over onto my side and placed my phone on the pillow beside my head, careful to make sure the ringer was on, just in case my sister decided to text back afterall. I laid there for a long time, still thinking and reminiscing about the events of the night, both excited and scared about both how and what had happened. On one hand I’d gotten my first blowjob, given my first orgasm, and discovered a fetish that apparently turned me on extremely. On the other hand the events had happened with my mother, while she was drunk, and my sister had caught at least me doing something. Without lust and arousal clouding my vision I felt myself becoming quite scared. Terrified in fact of how the events of the next day would play out. Would nothing be said? Will mom be furious when she wakes up and remembers? Maybe she’ll be too hungover to remember. What’s Julia gonna say when she’s not half asleep and texting? All I once I was both terrified and excited at what a new day was going to bring. All I had was optimism.