Ashley reached for her phone. I watched her thumb skim across the screen, quickly then slowly, quickly then slowly, scrolling notifications and checking Snap like nothing weird had happened at all. Then her whole face lit up. “Speak of the devil,” Ashley said, holding the phone up so I could see. “Your sister just woke up.” The message was from my sister. The screen showed a selfie: Maya in bed, hair in a messy snarl, her bare shoulder peeking out from a blue blanket. Her eyes looked puffy but happy. The caption read: “horny, where did u go? woke up without u and I can’t find my pants lol.” My face burned so hard I thought it might catch the couch on fire. Ashley giggled. “I told you she was trouble.” She climbed off my lap, stretched, and stepped into her thong like it was a stage cue. Then she handed me my shorts and snapped her own shorts up over her hips. She kept scrolling as she walked to the kitchen, swigging juice from the carton and firing back texts with both thumbs. Sh
My little sister, Maya, had been like that since she figured out what a body could do to a man, and nobody in the house had managed to talk her out of it. She was nineteen, still living at home because college was a waste of time. Five-four, dark blonde to her shoulders, hazel eyes, a small mean mouth, and a body that made the cropped shirts pointless. Full tits, narrow waist, an ass that filled the shorts. She dressed like a dress code was a personal insult. Cropped shirts, shorts that climbed when she reached for a glass, torn mini jeans and bikinis. Mom called it confidence. I had been calling it what it was for a while, at least in my own head. My little sister was a slut, and she had been auditioning for the job for years without ever standing on a stage. I was twenty-three, and the only reason I knew what that job actually paid was that I worked the door in Nevada. Velvet Rope sat two bus stops from the house, a strip club. I had gone in at twenty-one looking for bar work after
I woke up feeling refreshed, with drool on the pillow, and swung my feet off the bed. To my surprise, my morning glory had never looked so bright. It had recovered quickly from my sister's blowjob, and I was still tripping over the fact that she had snuck into my bedroom, brought me to heaven, and made me confess things I had kept secured in my heart for so long. I felt the thrill as I got my shorts on. Through the slatted blinds I could see that Mom was already gone for work. I had no idea what Nadya had planned, but entering her was a forbidden dream of mine, suppressed by the law and by everything I had been raised to believe. I yawned and descended the stairs, then froze on the last step. Nadya waved from the couch, and Catalina was beside her, looking more excited than usual. Neither of them was known for being an early bird. Both wore tight matching denim shorts and a spandex athletic top with sizable gaps at the sides. Nadya's was purple and Catalina's was blue. It was alread
I woke up and looked down at the morning glory tenting the sheets. As I reached for my cock, my hand tangled in strawberry-blonde hair. Then I stiffened when I felt someone breathing against my neck, and I picked up a feminine scent. I twisted to the left, ready to jump out of bed, but I recognized her high cheekbones and button nose. It was my twin sister. She opened her eyes and smiled. "You look like a deer caught in the headlights." I reached for my glasses and pushed them up my nose. "What are you doing here?" She had moved out a year ago, when both of us started college. We were nineteen, but I had not bothered leaving, since unlike her I got along with our mom. "Sorry if I scared you," she said, pulling her hair into a ponytail. My eyes trailed down to her shoulders, and luckily I saw the straps of a bra. "Tiffany and I got kicked out of our apartment, so I had to move back. I couldn't find a sheet for my bed, so I decided to crash here." "You could have told me before snea
The first time I(20f) noticed Jake staring at my ass, I was stretching before a run in the living room. Yoga pants on, bent over at the waist, hair falling forward to expose the back of my neck. He sat on the couch pretending to watch TV, but his eyes stayed locked on the way the fabric hugged every curve, on how my body moved, on the way my ass pushed back toward him like an offering. I pretended not to notice. But I noticed. Jake is my stepbrother. Twenty-two. Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair and hands that look like they know things. Veiny forearms from working construction all summer. A jaw that could cut glass. And those deep brown eyes that go dark when he’s thinking about something he shouldn’t. Our parents got married two years ago. We’ve been living under the same roof ever since. For two years I’ve been catching him looking—at me in the kitchen when I reach for something on the top shelf and my shirt rides up, in the hallway when I step out of the bathroom in
I woke up from a wet dream … fucking her. In the dream Sienna was on the pink rug, ass up, my cock buried in her, and I was about to come when the dream jerked sideways. A hand on my shoulder, and then my sister’s voice. “Cole. You’re moaning. Mom’s not here, but the neighbor is.” I opened my eyes. She was standing over the bed in a robe and nothing else. The robe was short, some thin white thing she used between showers, belt loose, front open, and both tits were out. They were pale and shaped as teardrops, narrow at the top but full and bouncy at the bottom topped with nipples stiff as my cock. The hem barely covered her pussy. One shift and I would have seen all of it. I was rock hard under the sheet. The dream had me right on the edge, but because she’d woken me up, I hadn’t finished. She looked at the tent and didn’t pretend she hadn’t. “Good morning to you too,” I said. She dropped a stack of cash on my chest. It fanned. Twenties, fifties, a band around the middle. My eyes
The anal clip had been up for four days, and I had watched the view count like a guilty man checks a door. Sienna texted me the screenshot at midnight. Comments under it were not subtle. *Same guy in her pussy next. Don’t cut. Ass to pussy. What a monster cock! What’s his porn name?* I locked the phone and still saw it when I shut my eyes. I had already been inside my sister’s ass. Wanting the rest of it did not make it less wrong. It made it worse, and worse still felt good. Mom was on the late shift again. I was on the couch pretending to scroll when Sienna came out of her room in the cropped tee and those useless shorts, phone in her hand, smug in a way that meant the money had cleared. “You’re welcome,” she said. “I didn’t thank you.” “You should. They love you. Well, they love your cock. They don’t know it’s my brother’s.” She dropped onto my lap like the couch was full. Ass on my thighs, back against my chest, already grinding before I could shove her off. I was half hard fro
I had been hiding it since sophomore year, which was a stupid amount of work for something that was just anatomy. Big didn’t cover it. Girlfriends tapped out. One of them laughed, then stopped laughing, then said she was not putting that in her ass and I should stop asking. I stopped asking. I did not stop wanting it. Anal was the thing I jerked off to and never got, because the second someone saw me hard, they renegotiated the whole night. The worst part was who I wanted it from. Sienna … Nineteen, a year under me, and … wait for it, my sister! Same house, same mom and same Wi-Fi. I knew it was wrong every time I thought it. I thought it anyway. College in name only for her. She took two classes and spent the rest of the week filming. Here comes the second surprise, she’s an OF girl, and a pretty damn good one. Mom knew about the OnlyFans. We were that kind of open, which meant Mom said “be safe, pay your taxes, don’t use the kitchen” and then went to work like her daughter wasn’t g
I still can’t believe this actually happened. Christmas night. Family finally left around 10:30. I was in the kitchen putting foil over the leftover ham when my phone buzzed. Nora: Sienna’s coming. Unlock the door. That was it. No emoji. No explanation. Same message style as Thanksgiving. I knew exactly what it meant and my hands started shaking while I dried them on a dish towel. Twenty minutes later they walked in. Nora still in that red dress she wore to dinner, Sienna in a short black one. Both a little pink in the face from the cold and already a bit tipsy from the wine at dinner. Nora locked the door behind them and went straight to the kitchen. She grabbed the open bottle of red and poured three glasses without asking. She handed me one. “Drink. You look nervous. Same as last time.” I took a sip. We stayed in the living room. Nora put on some random Christmas movie, turned the volume low, and sat on the couch. Sienna sat next to her. I sat on the other side of No
I've always been that corny kind of dad, the guy whose daughters are embarrassed to bring around because they never know what jokes I'm going to subject them to, but realize it's all endearing anyway. This is likely why my eldest daughter, Katie, had kept her friends at a distance for much of high school. Or maybe it's because, if I'm being honest with myself, she didn't want to bring them around to a home that was simmering with tension between my wife and I. We eventually, mercifully, divorced when Katie was in her final year of high school, and then things around the place seemed to calm down and become that much more welcoming. Which I guess is why Katie's best friend Jenna started becoming more and more of a fixture around the house that year. I'd know Jenna for years, ever since her and Katie had become fast friends in junior high, but it wasn't until a combination of things -- my wife leaving, me realizing I had more room to breathe as a father and a man for the first time in
I’m 22. My older sister Nora is 25. Her best friend Sienna is also 25. They’ve been inseparable since high school. Both athletic, both ridiculously hot, and both the type who say whatever the fuck is on their mind. Last Saturday the power went out during a storm. Mom was stuck at work. Nora and Sienna showed up soaked from the rain, laughing, dripping on the kitchen floor. Nora had twisted her ankle pretty bad trying not to fall on the wet driveway. Sienna was basically carrying her. They crashed on the living room couch. Nora’s ankle was already swelling. Sienna helped her peel off the wet leggings and sports bra. I tried to look away. Failed. Nora caught me staring and just smirked. “You’ve seen worse. Come help.” I iced her ankle while Sienna changed into one of Nora’s oversized shirts. No bra. No shorts. Just the shirt and black panties. Nora was in a tank and panties. Both of them stretched out on the big couch like they owned the place. At some point Sienna started co
My laptop was propped on my knees and I was halfway through a binge of James Bond movies when the front door banged open and let in a blast of humidity and the scent of wet sand. And Mia, tracking both behind her. I didn’t need to look up to know it was my sister. Only Mia could make an entrance like that: towel slung over one tanned shoulder, duffel bag in tow. At 22, my older sister looked every bit the beach volleyball player: 5’6″ of toned, athletic curves with long, sculpted legs, a narrow waist, and a round, firm ass that strained against her spandex shorts. Her dark brown hair, still wet from the ocean, clung to her neck and shoulders in wild, salty strands. But it was her face that always hit me hardest: high cheekbones, full lips, and those bright hazel eyes that could switch from playful teasing to pure mischief in a heartbeat. She was beautiful in that effortless, sun-kissed way that made it impossible not to stare. But now something else caught my attention. She was crad
As a warning this starts with a little somno \*\*\*\*\*\* The next morning I woke on my stomach, feeling my boyfried on my back. His dick was already a bit inside me when I opened my eyes. He was pushing into me. We fell asleep naked after a night of fucking. A night where I ate my brother's girlfriend out and then we fucked our boyfriends. Trent starts out slow but gradually goes faster with his thrusts. I look over to the bed next to us and it's empty. Then I hear the moans coming from the bathroom. Mark and Lisa must be taking a shower and fucking. The thought has my pussy gripping my boyfriend's fat cock. I'm not sure if he knows I've awakened or cares. We've talked about him fucking me in my sleep if he's horny but we've never done it. After a few more thrusts and I whimper. He's hitting all the right spots inside me. He's thrusting faster, I can tell he's close. I cum and not quiet when I do. He then buries himself deep as he spills his creak in me. He pants a bit and res
My brother, Mark, and I always had a good relationship. As we got older, we became more like friends. He's only two years older than me. He moved away for college but I stayed at home. After he graduated, he moved back home and we started to hang out together. Once I started dating a very good friend of his, our social circles got even closer. I was twenty dating his friend and my brother had a girlfriend at the time too. We planned a trip during the summer to the beach that included my boyriend, Trent, my brother and his girlfriend, Lisa. To save money our early 20 something broke asses decided to get one room with two beds. The first day we went down, we went to the beach, freshened up and went out at night on the boardwalk. Of course we stocked the room with snacks, food and alcohol. That first night after when we shut the lights out, it didn't take long to feel my boyfriend's dick pressed against my ass. We were spooning and I grinded my ass up against my boyfriend's hardness,
​ The First Two Days of our trip was rather normal except that each couple fucked in the other bed once our lights were out. We were in our twenties and hormones were running. So many young people fuck in their dorms while their roommate is in the other bed. It had happened to me once or twice. And I had done the same. But most people don't fuck while their sibling is in the same room. I'm not blind. I know my brother is hot but that's Mark. However, after hearing his groan as he came inside his girlfriend rewired my brain. That part that didn't allow me to think of my big brother as sexy was turned off. Also Lisa was attractive too. She was a hot blonde with nice breasts. She was a full C cup. She was taller than me at 5'5. I'm 5'2" with 34 D cup tits. The second night we walked the boardwalk Lisa and I had gone into one of the many shops that sold little tiny bikinis. She picked up a couple that were barely going to cover her body. "Oh I wish I could wear somethi
Every summer my family which includes my dad, step mother and step sister travel to my aunt's lake house. As a kid it was always a fun time. From playing in the lake during the day or roasting marshmallows at night and we always had a blast, however, as an 18 year old horny teenager. Not so much. I don’t know what had gotten into me at that time but I was hornier than ever. I was masturbating twice the normal amount. As much as I hate to admit it, I found myself staring at my step mom and step sister, a lot. I was very shy and didn’t talk to girl's, my stepmom and sister were the only vice I had at the time. First a little back story. My dad and step mother married when I was very young. For as long as I can remember they were together and Annie had always been my sister. Annie and I were the same age and were always very close growing up. Annie and my step mother, Amy were younger and older versions of each other. Both had long, luscious and wavy blonde hair. They each had pale skin
I was 18 and still a virgin. I landed a summer job in another city and stayed with my aunt to save money. She was in her 40s, with a thick build. Her husband was away those 2 months as well due to work. She had two sons that were already at university, and one daughter my age who was there with us.. When I was younger I had met her a few times only at family events. Initially when I moved in, everything seemed fine, I met her and her daughter, we had dinner together. The next day I began my summer job. Now I mentioned I was a virgin but I was also a bit desparate/frustrated those days. In the evenings I spent most of my time watching porn and jerking off in my room. Not gonna lie, I did some pretty desperate things back then. A week in, I started fantasising about her daughter, I just couldn't help it. She was beautiful and pretty busty for her slim figure. I used to picture her naked till one day I just couldn't help myself. I snuck into her room while she was out, and went throug
My little sister, Luna, and I were on a trip to our mom’s best friend’s farmhouse. We had a secret relationship, and with my sister being a horny eighteen-year-old beauty, and my own attraction to her undeniable, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. But she took things a bit too far just as we were about to have a movie night with our mother and her best friend, Cristy. Luna and I sat close, our hips pressed together, exchanging glances. “I need to get something,” she said, scurrying off to our bedroom. She came back with a blanket. “It’s chilly in here,” she said, gently draping it over us as the room grew darker. Mom just smiled at us, probably thinking how cute we looked, though I suspected Luna had another reason for bringing the blanket. “Here you go,” Cristy said, handing us a bowl of popcorn. Luna placed it in the middle. She grabbed a piece, raised it to my lips, and said, “Open.” I did, letting her pop it into my mouth. I glanced at her briefly, but she just smiled,
I got home with my shirt plastered to my chest, that post-game sweat mixing with the grime and August air until it felt like my pores were leaking cement. I dragged my feet through the front door and could already hear Mom on her phone in the kitchen, barking out some work thing. I considered trying to slink past, but I never got that lucky. The minute my sneaker touched the tile, her voice boomed over the speakerphone. “Alex, you smell like a gym sock. Please shower before you touch anything.” I grunted a “yup” and headed for the stairs, using the banister to hoist myself up the first step because my legs were jelly. It wasn’t even a minute before the screen door slammed again and Sophie, my big sister and living, breathing thirst trap, came strutting in. I say strut, but she moved more like she was in a slow-mo TikTok, all long golden limbs and swaying her hips like a pornstar. Today she was still in her volleyball gear, which meant her absolute minimum coverage shorts, so tight an
I moved to the regional center to attend university. My parents didn't have their own place there, and renting a room was expensive, so my mother's sister, Aunt Vera, took me in. She was forty-five and worked as an accountant at a garment factory. She had divorced her husband about ten years ago, lived alone in a spacious two-room apartment, kept a cat, and, as I thought then, had given up on her love life. I was nineteen. I'd noticed this oddity about myself before. On commuter trains, in lines, on the street, my gaze always gravitated not to my peers with their skinny jeans and backpacks, but to women in their forties and fifties. I was mesmerized by their heavy thighs, clinging to their skirts, their powerful calves, and the large breasts they carried before them like jewels. Their backsides were especially intoxicating—wide, substantial, swaying as they walked. I imagined myself plunging my hands into that flesh, spreading the cheeks and penetrating that most secret,