My house was being renovated, so I had to stay at my aunt’s place for a while. My mom was away on a work trip, so it was just me.

Staying with my aunt and cousin Hailey wasn’t as easy as you might think. Hailey was flirtatious and playful to the point of driving me mad, and her mom wasn’t much different, just more mature about it.

Hailey and I were both twenty-one, and her mom, Aunt Olivia, was forty-five. They were attractive in very different ways, but Hailey stood out to me the most. She had chestnut hair, porcelain skin, and light freckles across her cheeks. She loved to dress up and cosplay. On my first night there, she came out dressed as Samus. The latex suit fit her like a second skin, clinging to her curves and hugging her modest C-cup boobs. But it was her ass that really caught my attention.

It was big for her size, not overweight, just full and perfectly shaped. High, round, and soft-looking, the kind of ass that bounced slightly with each step. It surprised me, considering she didn’t go to the gym. She only rode horses sometimes, yet she had the body of a fitness model.

That same night, I forgot to close my laptop, and she used it as an excuse to snoop through my browser history. Naturally, she found my saved anal porn collection and just had to tease me about it.

“Geez, I didn’t know you were an ass lover,” she said, flashing me a grin.

“Shut up, Hailey.”

But of course, she didn’t stop there.

A couple of days later, I offered to help clean the house as a thank-you to Aunt Olivia. That’s when Hailey decided to wear a tiny mini skirt with nothing underneath. While I was dusting, she bent over to pick something up behind the couch and called out, “Ryan, can you come here for a sec?”

She was bent at the waist, going commando, and had stuffed a diamond-studded butt plug in her ass. The jewel winked at me from between her cheeks as she wiggled her ass and giggled. “Do you see?”

I rolled my eyes. “What do you want?”

She gave me a sly smile. “Don’t you mean, what do you want? You’re the one with an ass addiction.”

I grabbed a stuffed animal off the couch and threw it at her. “Where the hell did you even get that butt plug?”

“Mom,” she said with a casual shrug. “Feels nice having it inside me. But I bet a cock would feel better. Don’t you think?”

I didn’t answer. We’d always been close growing up, and neither of us had ever been shy when it came to talking about sex. Still, aside from that one time we ended up masturbating together during a family trip, we’d never crossed any serious lines.

For the rest of the cleaning session, Hailey kept finding excuses to bend over in front of me, the jeweled plug glinting every time. By the time we finished, I needed some fresh air.

I grabbed a cold drink from the fridge and headed to the backyard patio. I tried to clear my head, but just as I was starting to relax, my phone buzzed with a notification.

It was a DM from Hailey. I opened it and nearly dropped my phone. She’d sent a video from the upstairs bathroom. The camera panned down her wet body to show a thick dildo buried deep in her ass. She was moaning, pushing it in and out.

“Fuck,” I whispered, feeling myself getting hard instantly. Another message followed, Come see the real thing.

I sat there for a moment, my cock straining against my jeans. How long was she going to keep this up? This game of hers was driving me crazy, but I couldn’t deny I wanted to see more.

When I reached the upstairs bathroom, the door was wide open, of course. Hailey was on all fours in the bathtub, surrounded by mounds of soapy foam, her ass high in the air with the dildo still firmly in place. She looked over her shoulder when she heard me.

“Rate my ass, Ryan,” she giggled, giving it a little shake that made the base of the dildo wobble.

I leaned against the doorframe, trying to pretend I didn’t like her ass despite the obvious bulge in my pants. “Ten out of ten, obviously. But seriously, how long are you going to keep teasing me like this?”

She reached back and slowly slid the dildo out with a gasp. Her butthole gaped open, revealing a pink interior before closing. Then, she turned to face me. The foam covered her breasts, little bubbles clinging to her skin.

“I have a proposition,” she said, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Let’s have a bet. We’ll play Smash Bros downstairs. If I win, you have to give me a full body massage for an hour. My shoulders are killing me after all that cleaning.”

“And if I win?” I asked, though I had a feeling I knew what she was about to say.

“If you win…” She bit her lip. “You get to fuck my ass and come inside me. No condom.”

My cock twitched visibly in my pants, and Hailey’s eyes dropped to my crotch, a smile spreading across her face.

“Game on,” I said. “I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re done.”

“You’ll lose so hard,” she called after me as I turned to leave. “I’ve been practicing!”

I blew her a raspberry and closed the door.

Downstairs, I set up the Switch and tried to steady my nerves. This was crossing a major line, but I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore. I was horny, and there was nothing I wanted more than her ass, especially after she’d been teasing me nonstop since I came here. A few minutes later, Hailey bounced into the living room wearing nothing but a mini skirt that barely covered her ass. She was going commando, and I couldn’t see a bra beneath her top either, typical Hailey behavior.

We selected our characters. I went with Ganondorf while she chose Zero Suit Samus. As we played, she kept trying to distract me, flashing her tits whenever I was about to land a combo or reaching over to rub my erection through my jeans.

“That’s cheating,” I grunted, trying to focus.

“All’s fair in love and Smash,” she laughed.

Despite her dirty tactics, I managed to win the final stock with a well-timed smash attack. Hailey’s mouth dropped open in shock.

“Let’s go to your bedroom,” I said, standing up and adjusting my painfully hard cock.

“Fine,” she sighed dramatically, but I could see the excitement in her eyes as she led me upstairs.

In her room, Hailey pulled a bottle of anal lube from her nightstand drawer.

“Where did you get that?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Mom, duh, she’s just as naughty as me, you know. Reads porn stories all night long while she masturbates. The walls are thin.”

“Now I know where you got your dirty genes from.”

She stuck her tongue out and blew me a raspberry. “You carry the same genes, don’t forget that.”

Rolling my eyes, I quickly undressed, my cock springing free. Hailey’s eyes widened appreciatively as she slid her skirt down her legs.

Her ass was even more perfect up close: plump, smooth, and pale except for a few light freckles. She got on all fours on the bed, looking back at me with an innocent expression.

I poured the lube generously over my fingers and began to circle her tight ring, watching as she shivered at my touch. Finally, I got my hands on her rear, and it was just as soft and bouncy as I’d imagined it to be. I coated my cock thoroughly, knowing we’d need plenty of lubrication.

“You’ve done this before?” I asked, pressing my thumb gently against her entrance, seeing it disappear inside her backdoor.

“Only with dildos,” she admitted. “But nothing as big as you.”

I positioned myself behind her, the head of my cock nudging against her well-lubed rosebud. “Tell me if it hurts,” I said, slowly pushing the head forward against her opening.

Hailey gasped as the head slipped past her tight ring. “Oh god,” she moaned, gripping the sheets. “Go slow.”

I eased in inch by inch, amazed at the tightness. When I was halfway in, I paused to let her adjust. Her breathing was heavy, and she kept clutching the sheets.

“More,” she whispered after a moment. “I want all of it.”

I pushed deeper until I was fully seated inside her, raw, my hips pressed against her soft cheeks. I twitched inside her butthole, and the sensation lived up to my expectations.

“Fuck, Ryan,” she said. “You feel so big inside me.”

I began to move carefully, pulling back and pushing in with shallow strokes. Her body gradually relaxed around me, allowing me to fuck her ass a bit harder and quicker.

“Hmmm.” She kept moving and even started pushing back against my cock.

I gripped both her cheeks, sinking my fingers into them while I continuously thrust into her. I was mesmerized by the way I kept disappearing inside her tight little butthole. The same hole I had been lusting after since the day I arrived. “God, Hailey, I love this.”

“I’m glad. I do too,” she said, arching her back like a sexy cat.

I ran my hands over her glowing cheeks, then grabbed her hips and pulled her onto me as my hips snapped forward. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled her bedroom. She bit her lip when I pushed deeper, and I found myself doing the same. I pulled out until the tight ring of her ass squeezed the crown of my cock, then pushed all the way back inside. The sensation was almost unreal.

I gave her ass a firm spank and watched my handprint rise on her skin. She gasped, looked over her shoulder, and grinned at me.

“That’s for all the teasing,” I told her.

She giggled softly and kept taking every inch I gave her.

I picked up the pace, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, along with our increasingly labored breathing.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I grunted, feeling my control slipping away.

Hailey’s moans grew louder. “Keep fucking me just like that.”

I felt her body tense beneath me, her ass clenching around my cock as she shuddered through what I believed to be an anal orgasm. The added pressure was almost too much to bear.

“I’m coming,” I told her, my thrusts becoming erratic.

She pushed back against me. “I want to feel you come in my ass.”

With one final thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping stream after stream of hot cum deep inside her backdoor. The intensity of my orgasm left me seeing stars, my entire body trembling. I’d dreamed about this for so long, and I finally got to experience raw anal sex.

When it felt like there was no more cum left, I kept lightly pulling in and out, wanting the sweet friction to last longer. But I became so sensitive that I had to pull out. Her ass gaped open, showing off an interior filled with lube and cum. It trickled over the globes of her red cheeks, red from all the fucking, and then spilled over her the sheets.

“Geeze, what kind of load is that?” she asked.

“Everything you built up with all that teasing,” I told her and lightly spanked her ass again. “But you made up for it now.”

“I’m glad,” she said, and I helped clean her ass with a towel and gave her ass a kiss. “Mom will be home soon … let’s go downstairs and play some Smash … for fun.”

“Sure,” I said, feeling a lot more relaxed now that I had finally climaxed.

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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, radiating happiness. It was exactly what my girl used to do. Well, Luna was my girl, or at least, my secret girl for now.

The movie started; it was a romantic comedy. While the blankets covered me and Luna, she gently moved her hand to my crotch, a smile crinkling in the corners of her eyes. I firmly shook my head, but she eagerly nodded. I glanced over at Mom and Cristy who sat tightly together, immersed in the movie. Luna continued, moving closer and closer to my crotch and slipped her hand inside my shorts. I was just too weak. I couldn’t remove her hand. Her fingers reached my bone, and she stifled a giggle and mouthed near my ear, “You’re still hard.”

“What do you mean by still?”

“I felt your bone when we were play fighting earlier,” she whispered.

I rolled my eyes.

Luna’s hand wrapped around my shaft, sending tingles through my body. I tried to stay still and not draw attention, but it was getting harder by the second. Her fingers stroked me gently but insistently under the blanket. “You’re taking this a bit too far,” I warned her.

“No,” she whispered. “I used a stealth spell. They won’t notice.”

I gave her a look, thinking she was nuts. But that was a part of her beauty. She had an imagination like no one else, and loved video games as much as I did. I was twenty, so I was two years older than her, but I still loved her quirky humor.

“Everything okay over there?” Mom asked, glancing our way.

“Yep, all good,” I managed to say, my voice only slightly strained. Luna gave me a mischievous look and increased her pace.

I tried to watch the movie. The romantic couple were having an awkward first date. But I could barely focus on the plot with Luna’s erotic actions. Her thumb swirled over my sensitive tip, spreading the precum gathering there.

I bit my lip to hold back a groan. This was so risky, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. The thrill of potentially getting caught only heightened the sensations.

Luna leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear. “Do you like it?”

“Yes … This movie isn’t bad.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Mom said, glancing at us again.

“I want you so bad,” Luna whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

I turned my head slightly, our faces inches apart. Her blue eyes were dark with desire behind her glasses. It took every ounce of willpower not to kiss her right then and there, or tell her to go quicker and jerk me off till I soaked the blanket in cum.

Instead, I grabbed a handful of popcorn. Luna grinned and tightened her grip, refusing to let go of my joystick.

The movie continued playing, but it may as well have been static on the screen. All I could focus on was Luna’s touch and the building pressure in my groin.

In the movie, the romantic couple were sharing their first kiss. The irony wasn’t lost on me as I struggled not to make a sound. Luna kept being adventurous, her grip tightening just slightly. I could feel the familiar tension building, a spring coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

“This is my favorite part,” Mom commented, her eyes fixed on the screen.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. Luna chose that moment to swirl her thumb over my sensitive tip, and I had to bite my lip hard to stifle a groan. I wasn’t sure if she was aware of how good that felt. It felt as if she was just being adventurous, touching me around and stroking me.

I was so close now, the peak was almost there. I fought to keep my hips still. Just a few more strokes and I’d be done for.

Suddenly, Luna’s hand stilled. She leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear. “Can you touch me?”

I hesitated, knowing how risky it would be to return the deed under the blanket with Mom and Cristy right there. But the temptation was too good to resist.

Slowly, I slid my hand over to rest on Luna’s thigh. She shifted slightly, allowing me better access. I traced circles on her smooth skin, gradually inching higher under her dress.

Luna resumed her cock stroking. She gave my entire shaft an equal amount of attention, but she was most fond of the sensitive crown. I bit back a groan as I finally reached the edge of her panties. She was already wet, the fabric damp beneath my fingers.

The movie’s climactic scene was playing out. The swelling music helped mask our quickened, horny breathing.

I slipped my fingers under her panties, finding her slick folds. Luna broke out in a smile of pleasure as I began slowly circling her most sensitive spot.

We kept pleasuring each other. I could feel my release building, hot-taboo pressure coiling tighter with each stroke.

“Oh, I love this part,” Mom sighed, completely engrossed in the film’s romantic ending.

Her voice jolted me back to reality. What were we doing? This was insane. But I was too far gone to stop now. I was at a point of no return.

With a few final, desperate strokes, Luna pushed me over the edge. I came. I bit down hard on my lip to stifle any sound as intense waves of pleasure crashed over me. My cock pulsed in my little sister’s hand, spilling hot streams of cum beneath the blanket. She stroked me through it, milking every last drop as I shuddered silently beside her.

I carefully glanced to my left, and thankfully, Mom and Cristy were still immersed in the movie, and they hadn’t noticed. Luna leaned closer and whispered, “I told you the spell worked.”

I wanted to laugh. I wanted to tickle her till we both squirmed on the floor, tumbled out of this house and rolled down a hill. I turned my attention to her, my left hand was still on her flower, and she was moistening like never before. I refocused my attention on pleasuring Luna, deciding to give her a dose of her own medicine. I increased the pressure and speed of my fingers against her clit, feeling her thighs begin to tremble. Her breathing grew ragged as she neared her peak.

Just as the movie reached its romantic climax, Luna’s body went rigid. She pressed her face into my shoulder to muffle her moans as she came. I felt her inner walls fluttering against my fingers as waves of pleasure washed over her. Luckily, I had the skill to pleasure a woman with my one hand, but it was more challenging without lips and tongue. The excitement must have helped her.

We sat frozen for a long moment, hearts racing as we came down from our shared high. Slowly, carefully, we withdrew our hands and readjusted our clothing under the sticky blanket. Because of the dim lighting, the wet blotch was slightly hidden, but I knew it would be a challenge to get out of there without them seeing my huge load covering my shorts and probably her hand.

“Wasn’t that just the sweetest ending?” Mom sighed contentedly as the credits began to roll.

“Yeah,” I said. “Really… satisfying.”

Luna giggled beside me, squeezing my hand under the blanket. I knew we’d have to be more careful in the future, but for now, I was riding the high of our forbidden pleasure. As risky as it had been, I couldn’t deny the thrill of our secret intimacy.

“Are you tired?” Mom asked me as she raked her fingers through my sweaty hair. Thankfully, it didn’t raise any eyebrows.

“I’ll hop into bed soon,” I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable in case she would either smell or feel the blanket.

“And you, Luna?” Mom asked her.

“I’m also growing tired,” she said. “I loved the movie though.”

They talked a bit about it, discussing which scenes they loved the most. I was surprised at how well Luna had concentrated while stroking my cock. Mom and Cristy took the popcorn bowls to the kitchen and helped each other clean them. “I have to go to the bathroom first,” I told Luna in a lowered voice.

“I have to pee,” she said.

I dropped my voice even lower. “There’s a big blotch of buttermilk under the blanket.”

“That’s right,” she said.

I took the blanket with me, just in case, and I was glad I did so since Mom stepped out of the kitchen. “Are you gonna brush your teeth?” Mom asked.

“Ugh, yeah,” I said and awkwardly held the blanket in front of me.

“Okay, I just wanted to say goodnight since I’ll go to bed too.”

“Sure, good night.”

“And sweet dreams.”

“You too,” I said. I opened the door and went inside, sighing a breath of relief. When I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes widened to saucers. There was so much cum, soaking my shorts and the blanket. I’d never fired a load like that in my life.

Taking off my clothes, I tried my hardest to wash off any traces, both from the blanket and my shorts. Eventually, my sister knocked. “Psst, can I come in?”

“Is Mom there?”

“They’re in the bathroom on the second floor. The coast is clear,” she said.

I opened the door and she hopped inside. She rushed to the bathroom, lifted the hem of her dress and pulled down her honey-stained panties. She sat down with a sigh and let go. “Ah, finally,” she said.

I could see the cum stains on her hand, hoping Mom hadn’t spotted it. “I can’t believe we did that,” I said, finding it oddly erotic seeing her pee.

She gave me a relaxed look. “I told you I used the invisible spell.”

I wanted to tell her that this wasn’t a computer simulation, but decided not to. I found her imagination funny.

“Admit it was exciting.”

“Yes,” I said and couldn’t deny that fact. “But it was still risky.”

She just shrugged and didn’t see it the same way I did. “I can’t believe you made me climax with just your hand … I usually need toys or something.”

“Mind telling me what something is?”

“Like porn, Switch controller, or some nice uneven object that hits the spot.”

I thought back to the day we played Switch together, and when I noticed the controller was sticky. “Wait, that day when I noticed the controller was sticky, I thought you said it was from perfume.”

“Pika, pika,” she said and made an innocent Pikachu face, making us both laugh. After we’d laughed, she added, “I owe you an apology. I thought you would think I was weird for doing it. But I did push that controller inside me the other night.”

“I forgive you,” I said, and her sexual adventure just hardened my cock.

She let go of the last drops and put on her nightgown. We brushed our teeth together and then went into our bedroom. I was still shocked at what we’d been up to. I realized how wrong it could go. “I still can’t believe we went that far.”

“I think I need to help you get your mind on something else,” she said cleverly.

“How?”

“Tickles!”

I barely had time to react before Luna pounced, her fingers finding all my most ticklish spots. I squirmed and tried to stifle my laughter, not wanting to alert Mom or Cristy. My cock suddenly hardened despite the recent climax. The friction of her thighs against mine sent blood flowing to my cock.

Luna just continued to tickle me. While her fingers kept dancing all over me, I noticed how she dry-humped me as well, rubbing her crotch against my leg. She wasn’t wearing any panties either, smearing her nectar all over me. I writhed beneath her, torn between wanting to escape and enjoying the closeness. I started laughing hysterically, making my jaw and abs ache.

“Stop!” I gasped between giggles, trying to fend off her relentless tickle attack.

Luna grinned mischievously. “Never. I need to cure you!”

We rolled around on bed as I tried to escape her tickling fingers. Eventually, I managed to grab her wrists, pinning her beneath me. We were both breathing heavily, faces flushed from laughter and exertion.

“Gotcha,” I said triumphantly.

Luna’s eyes sparkled as she gazed up at me. “Oh really?”

Before I could react, she leaned up and captured my lips in a deep kiss. I melted into it, releasing her wrists to cup her face instead. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and we both gasped and turned to the door. I was lying right on top of her, my bulge straining against the underwear, poised right at her wet womanhood. Her nipples strained against her nightgown, and anyone who opened the door would realize we were up to something, and it wasn’t just play fighting.

“Please,” Mom said without opening the door. “You have to tone it down.”

“Sorry,” Luna squeaked.

“Goodnight you two,” she said.

“Goodnight,” I said.

We held our breath, listening to every step as she ascended the stairs, and finally, she closed the door. We looked each other in the eyes, and my lips fell on hers again, and we continued from where we left off.

Luna’s lips were soft and eager against mine as we resumed our passionate kiss. My hands slid down her sides, savoring the curves of her body through the thin nightgown. She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“We should be quieter,” I whispered against her lips, even as my hips ground against hers instinctively.

“Then you’d better keep my mouth busy,” she teased, pulling me back down for another deep kiss.

We continued to kiss, for who knows how long, squeezing out as much love as possible till we were both out of breath. I came off her mouth, satisfied and rolled to the side.

“What were the odds of her not opening the door?” I asked her, knowing Luna had inherited Mom’s disdain for knocking on doors.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Why think of that though? That was my favorite kiss so far.”

I just smiled. “It was great,” I said, licking my sister’s sweetness from my lips.

“Chase?” she asked.

I turned to her, caressing her thighs. “I’m listening.”

“Do you think we can have sex?”

I blinked at her. “You just gave me a handjob, and Mom was a second away from walking in on us kissing.”

“But that was because you were laughing hysterically.”

“Uh, yeah? After you hysterically tickled me.”

“Come on, we were just having fun.”

I considered it. It sure was tempting, sliding in and out of her after such a day. “Let’s wait at least two hours, so we know they’re asleep.”

“Two?” she said. “How about one?”

“Fine,” I said.

She started a timer on the phone and just smiled. While we were waiting, we talked about various topics. We lay side by side, looked at each other as we discussed video games and feelings.

Eventually, she started touching my chest and arms. “You look nice,” she said out of nowhere.

“So do you,” I said. I also wished time moved quicker. I started getting in the mood again. “How much time left?”

“It’s only been like ten minutes,” she said.

I sighed. Suddenly, I started hearing some noises coming from outside. We had the window open, and I glanced at it. “What’s that?”

We held our breaths and started hearing the slow moans.

“It sounds like our mother is masturbating,” Luna said and listened further. “Yep, it definitely sounds like her.”

“But it’s coming from outside,” I pointed out.

“But her bedroom is right above ours. She might keep her window open, so the noise spills outside instead.”

I swung my feet off the bed and gently opened the window. Luna was right. It came from upstairs, and by the sound of her moans, it definitely sounded like our mom. Luna joined me, padding to the window.

“Yeah, it’s definitely, Mom,” she said in a lowered voice.

“Ah, oh, ah,” she moaned, trying to stifle her sounds of pleasure as I imagined how she worked a sex toy in and out of her womanhood.

We stood silently by the window, listening to Mom’s soft moans and gasps drifting down from above. I’d never heard Mom like this before, and it made me aroused.

Luna leaned in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, “She usually goes for about ten minutes when she does this.”

I turned to look at her, eyebrows raised. “How do you know that?”

She shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I may have timed her once or twice.”

I shook my head, torn between amusement and disbelief at my sister’s boldness. Above us, Mom’s breathing grew more ragged, her moans becoming more intense.

“Oh god,” Mom’s voice floated down, breathless and filled with need. “Yes, right there…”

Luna pressed closer, her hand sliding down to cup my growing erection through my shorts. “Seems like someone’s enjoying the show,” she teased.

“Not true,” I said firmly. “I was erect from the start.”

“Why are you blushing so hard then?” she asked.

“Forget about it,” I said. But both of us still listened till she reached the peak.

“That’s her climax,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Oh,” she moaned, which I knew could’ve been louder. She let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the bed, probably falling asleep shortly after.

I wiped a sweat from my brow. I couldn’t deny it had been hot listening to my mother masturbate. We hopped into bed again. “Does she do that once a day?” I asked her.

“Sometimes more,” Luna said.

“Alright, let’s try not to meddle though. It’s not like we don’t masturbate.”

“You’re kind,” she said and wrapped her arm around me. “And warm … let’s lie like this for the next forty minutes.”

“Sure,” I said.

Those forty minutes passed quickly. Luna warmed me better than a blanket, her soft tits gently mashing against my chest. Her breath was sweet and kept descending down my neck, and I felt the gentle beat of her heart right on top of mine. Both my hands caressed the curves of her bottom. There was no better position than this, and my blood slowly flowed southward, my cock hardening against her.

The alarm went off, and she quickly turned it off, so we didn’t wake up anyone else. “Are you awake, bro?”

“I am,” I said.

“I am sweaty since I’ve been lying on you for so long.”

“I don’t care,” I said and waved my hand dismissively. “Are you wet?”

“Uh-huh,” she said and gently rubbed her peach against my leg. “Help me take off my nightgown.”

She sat up, and I pulled it over her head, freeing her beautiful breasts that I cupped in my hands. I sank my fingers into them. They were so satisfying to squeeze, making my hands melt. When I kept playing with them, she twirled her hair on her finger. She kept glancing down at my cock, and eventually, she reached for the waistband of my underwear and tugged them down. I helped her pull down my underwear, freeing my bone. “Gotcha,” she said and started pumping me.

We gently lay down, me on top of her.

“Can we do another position?” she asked, biting her lip as I was about to enter her. “On the side, so I can see myself get fucked in the mirror.”

“Fine,” I said in a husky voice. “But let’s do missionary first.”

I gently rubbed the head of my cock against her nectar, coating it thickly. She was soaked, and I pushed inside her, feeling her warmth envelop me. It felt just as intense and forbidden as when she’d given me a handjob. Luna let out a soft moan, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. I started with slow, measured thrusts, savoring the feeling of being joined with her again.

“Oh Chase,” she breathed, her hands roaming over my back. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

I pressed my lips to hers in a deep kiss, muffling our moans as I picked up the pace. The bed creaked softly beneath us, but we were too lost in each other to care. Luna’s hips rose to meet mine, matching my rhythm.

After a few minutes, I remembered her request. “Ready to switch positions?” I whispered.

She nodded eagerly. We carefully rearranged ourselves, lying on our sides facing the mirror. I entered her from behind, lifting her leg so I could reach her slit a bit better. Luna’s eyes were fixed on our reflection, watching as I slid in and out of her.

“God, we look so hot together,” she murmured. “Sibling love.”

I nuzzled her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along her shoulder. “You’re beautiful,” I told her, my voice husky with desire.

We moved together, finding a steady rhythm that had us both panting with pleasure. I could feel the familiar tension building in my core, my release approaching fast. Luna’s inner walls were starting to flutter around me. “Are you getting there?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “You’re stretching me real good.”

“There is no pussy sweeter than yours.”

“I don’t like pussy, say kitty.”

“Kitty then,” I said with a chuckle as I kept sliding in and out of her, the pleasure intensifying. Suddenly, both of us heard the stairs creak, and I froze suddenly. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” she asked, mildly disappointed that I stopped fucking her.

“I swear that I heard something,” I said, and we held our breaths. We both heard it, the stairs creaking as someone descended the stairs. We both exchanged glances.

“What time is it?” I whispered.

“Two in the morning,” she said, lowering her voice to a scarcely audible whisper.

“But the bathroom is upstairs,” I said. This would be difficult to explain. I was rock hard and she was soaked. We were both covered in a light sheen of sweat and the scent of musk had filled this room. This took sibling love to another level. Both of us were warm to the touch and even a child would understand that there was something else going on in this bedroom than a good night’s sleep. This for some reason just made her more excited. She faced me with her eyes glimmering as if it were Christmas Eve.

I quickly pulled my cock out from her love hole and pulled the sheets over us in case Mom would enter.

“It doesn’t sound like mom though,” Luna said.

I listened as the mystery lady descended the stairs. “You’re right. It sounds like Cristy.” She walked past this room and both of us froze. We could then breathe when we heard how she approached the foyer and put on her shoes.

“Is she heading out for a walk?” I wondered.

“Let’s check,” she said. She rolled out of bed and went on her toes to the window. I didn’t like this at all, but I just realized that the horse stable and garden were overlooking this bedroom. I followed her and got on my knees as I watched out the window. It was Cristy. She wasn’t dressed in anything except for boots, and I could see her full moon in its full glory, brighter than the moon in the sky.

“What an ass,” I said, as I watched her cheeks jiggle with every step.

“Don’t you think it is a bit blubbery?”

“Afraid of competition?” I teased her, which was about time.

She seized my cock and gave it a stroke of affection. “Nope, you’re mine.”

Cristy headed into the stable and came back with a couple of riding equipment. Luna was already ducking, taking my cock in her mouth. “What are you doing, ah, ah.” She sucked me so hard that her cheeks hollowed out. As I looked up and wanted to catch a glance at Cristy’s delicious breasts, I met her eyes for a brief moment and saw a smirk spreading on her lips. I quickly ducked, my heart pounding in the middle of my chest. Luna was still blowing me, and I had to push her away. “What are you doing?”

“I just didn’t want that woman to take the attention away from me,” she said and made a little sad face while licking her lips.

“She’ll be inside any minute. Let’s jump back to bed so we don’t get caught here.”

As Cristy entered the door, we snuck into the bed again. I didn’t know how I was going to tell Luna that Cristy had seen me. If she hadn’t given me that surprise blowjob, I would have found time to hide as well. Cristy approached the stairs but stopped by our door. Both of us exchanged glances, but she then went up the stairs. “What was that?” Luna mouthed and wondered why she suddenly stood there.

“Be glad she didn’t walk in on us,” I said firmly.

“Admit it was thrilling though,” she said.

“It sure was,” I said.

Just when she mentioned it, my cock hardened to steel, and she felt it when she tightly caught it in her grip. “You don’t have to tell me anything ... that confirms it.”

“Alright, should we fuck again or just whisper to each other for the rest of the night?”

“Let’s have sex again.” She rolled to the side and backed her ass against my raging hard-on. She lifted her leg and I searched her slit with my cock. The head touched her lips and parted them. Holding her leg, I then pushed it inside, and her pussy soaked my cock. She was so drenched that I just slid in. While holding her leg and thrusting her, I explored her body, cupping her breasts and flicking her stiff nipples.

“Hmm, my brother’s hard penis, ah, ah,” she moaned in joy as the pleasure interrupted her speech.

I was as hard as before even though I’d already emptied myself earlier on the blanket. The only difference now was that it took more effort to feel the orgasm building.

“They must be deaf if they don’t hear us,” I said and plunged my cock inside her again. I reached her deeper and deeper, and her walls tightened around my shaft.

“Let’s blame the gods for making this feel so good,” she said and grasped her pillow, her entire body throbbing with desire. “Can you try to push it deeper?”

“You sure I’m not hurting you?”

“No,” she said between her moans.

I lifted her leg till her knee bonked her face. It gave me more room, and I pounded her harder and deeper. “Better?”

“Uh-huh.” She didn’t say much now as just moans and cries of pleasure escaped her sexy lips.

“Not so loud,” I warned her and tried to keep the flesh-smacking to a minimum.

“I used the stealth spell, it’s okay. I saved some mana from earlier.”

I rolled my eyes. “Luna, I love you.” Her words just made me fuck her harder.

She dug her nails into the pillow, ripping a hole into it. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, trying to suppress the wave of pleasure building inside her. But as it crashed over her, she couldn’t stop the loud moan from escaping her throat, echoing in the dark room.

“Jesus, Luna,” I tried to warn her. I prayed she wasn’t playing me with her stealth spell. If I wasn’t about to climax myself, I would have stopped right away. But it was too intense. It felt so good to fuck her.

She let go of the pillow and slumped back. It was then my turn to orgasm. I jolted and spilled my second load inside her. “Gosh,” I moaned as her soaked pussy couldn’t stop hugging my erection.

I slowed down, letting her sex milk me of the last ropes of cum. Just when I was about to come down from the high, I heard how the floor squeaked right outside the bedroom. Both of us gasped, and this time we weren’t saved by luck. Someone pressed down the door handle, and the door opened and a hand reached for the switch.

“I’m trying to sleep—” Cristy said, but when she discovered both of us, with my erection stuffed deep inside my little sister and my right hand holding onto her breasts, Cristy stiffened on the threshold. Neither Luna nor I found words as a deep blush covered every inch of our faces.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry,” Cristy said and her right hand flew to her mouth.

“We’re finished,” Luna said awkwardly.

“Sorry for the noise,” I said just as awkwardly as my sister.

Cristy raised her hands in an apology. “It’s okay. And don’t worry, I won’t tell your mom about this … But be a bit more discreet next time.” She slowly closed the door while she saw the girth of my thick cock thrust deep into my sister. Her eyes lit up, and I’d never seen a woman close a door so slowly. She retreated up to her bedroom, and I could finally take my cock out of Luna’s wet slit and breathe in the awkward air that still lingered in this room.

“Did you run out of mana?” I asked her after a long awkward minute.

She lightly punched my shoulder. “No, I didn’t. She must have used a superior spell.”

“Whatever,” I said. “There’s nothing we can do about it now.”

“She promised not to tell Mom, so I guess we’re safe for now. If you’re worried about our mother finding out.”

“I suppose,” I said and felt bad for hiding this relationship and possibly waking them with our sounds of lust. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“I agree,” she said and cuddled up to me.

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I came home on autopilot, arms full of groceries and tired. The house was quiet in a way I didn’t like. My son’s shoes were abandoned at the bottom of the stairs, the way they always were. But no TV was blaring, no music and no thumping up in his room, nothing.

I let myself inside, shut the door with my hip, called out, “Ryan? You here?”

I got a grunt from upstairs. The groceries started to slip from my arms; I shuffled fast to the kitchen, dumped them on the counter, and pulled my phone from the pocket of my gym leggings to check the time. Three hours until dinner. Maybe I could convince him to go for a walk.

I headed to his room, and the door was half-closed, like always. I nudged it open with my elbow. “Hey Ry, do you—”

My nineteen-year-old college boy was on his bed, knees drawn up, legs splayed, laptop perched beside him but abandoned. His shorts were around his ankles, and in his right hand, fist tight and frantic, was my favorite pair of black satin panties that covered his cock, slick and straining … he was rubbing himself through the panties, grinding them into his shaft, eyes squeezed shut in full concentration.

For a single, stuttering second, I couldn’t look away. He hadn’t heard me. He kept going, even picked up speed. I recognized that sound he made, a low whine just behind his teeth. The image of those panties in his hand, my panties, lodged somewhere behind my eyeballs and set off a chain reaction of thermal events in every vein.

I reversed out of the room so fast I almost tripped. The door thumped closed behind me, and I headed downstairs. I stood over the sink and stared at the backsplash for a full minute, palms pressed flat to the granite, lungs refusing to draw a full breath. I tried to let it go. Tried to focus on the fact that I had caught my son masturbating, which should have been mortifying enough on its own. But the way he’d held the panties and the way he’d moaned … my head spun off into space.

But this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Two months ago, I’d found a balled-up pair in the backseat of his car when I cleaned it out. I assumed, of course, he’d gotten lucky at a party, or at least had a girlfriend he wasn’t telling me about. But now the obviousness of it made my cheeks sting. He didn’t have a girlfriend. He had a thing for his mother’s panties … for me.

I knew what I should do. Never speak of it, never look him in the eye again, buy a new set of underwear and pretend I didn’t notice when a few pairs went missing. That was what my mother would have done. That was the standard, correct, normal parent response, and I could feel myself reaching for it. But underneath, something warm and liquid oozed into my core, something neither rational nor correct, and it was that heat that made me move next.

After a minute of heavy breathing, I googled, what to do if you catch your son with your panties.

The first few results were horrifying. One advice column compared it to finding a kid setting fire to the house, and said, “swift discipline and clear boundaries.” Another suggested therapy. A third, written in the most matronly font I’d ever seen, gently implied that only “disturbed” boys did this, and it was up to the mother to “reinforce the proper role of female garments.”

I rolled my eyes so hard my contacts shifted. I tried again, more clinical this time, how to respond to a son’s panty fetish. This brought up endless Reddit threads, most of them written by desperate women who discovered their boyfriends or husbands did the same thing. Only a handful of people, buried in the comments, said what I needed to hear: that it was harmless, maybe even sweet. That sometimes it was about the smell, the intimacy and the love. That it meant he wanted to feel close to you, even if it was weird.

I chewed my lip. Was it weird? Yes. Did it bother me? The obvious answer was supposed to be yes, but I couldn’t lie, not even to myself. I thought about Ryan, awkward and beautiful and lost, stashing away the things I left behind. I thought about the way he lingered in the kitchen after I worked out, like he was hungry for something he couldn’t name. Maybe, in some backwards way, this was just another thing he needed from me. Maybe, I had to give him the real treatment …

*****

Later that evening, I made dinner, set out two plates, and tried to pretend I hadn’t seen anything. At the table, Ryan was polite, even tried to make conversation, but there was a nervous tremor in his voice, and his hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting. The silence stretched until it hummed.

Halfway through the meal, I said, “Is there something you want to talk to me about?”

He dropped his fork. “No. What? Why?” His voice squeaked in a way that made my chest ache.

“I just get the sense there’s something on your mind,” I said, keeping my tone as light as I could. “You’ve been, uh… a little tense lately.”

He stared at his plate, then at me, then back at his plate. The flush on his cheeks reached his ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I let it drop. I finished my food and let him disappear upstairs the second he was done.

*****

By 11pm I’d worked myself into a state, my thoughts buzzing like a hive. I paced the hall outside his room, listening for any sound, but he’d gone silent. I stood there for a full five minutes before I knocked then turned the handle and went inside.

He was on his bed, under the covers this time, phone screen lighting his face in blue. He looked up and saw me in the doorway, and his whole body went rigid.

“Can we talk?” I said.

He tried to play it cool, but the panic in his eyes gave him away. “Sure.”

I crossed the room, sat on the edge of his bed. He set his phone aside but didn’t meet my eyes.

“Ryan,” I said, “I saw you earlier.”

His whole body recoiled, like I’d just thrown a glass of cold water at him. “Mom, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean … I wasn’t … it’s not—”

“It’s okay,” I said, and put a hand on his leg. I could feel the heat of his skin through the blanket, and the trembling. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I just… I want you to know I’m not angry, or ashamed, or anything.”

He blinked, hard. “You’re not?”

“No. I’m not.” I took a breath. “I mean, it’s not the most normal thing in the world, but it’s not… it’s not the worst, either.”

He gaped at me, shocked into silence.

I kept my hand on his leg. “Do you want to talk about it?”

His eyes flicked away, then down to his lap. “It’s just… it’s stupid.”

I squeezed his calf, gentle. “Nothing about this is stupid.”

He hesitated so long I thought he was going to clam up completely. But then, in a tiny voice, he said, “I just… I like how they smell. I like… I think about you. I can’t help it.”

There was a sharp, electric jolt through my heart. I kept my face neutral and made myself relax. I said, “A lot of people have things like this, Ryan. Fetishes, or… fixations. It doesn’t mean you’re broken.”

“You’re not disgusted?”

I shook my head. “No. I love you. Nothing you do is ever going to change that.” I let my thumb move, a little, tracing a circle through the blanket. “I want you to be able to tell me the truth, even if it’s embarrassing.”

He was still for a while. Then, so quietly I almost missed it, “I think about you all the time.”

I smiled, soft and small, and felt a heat gather low in my belly. “That’s okay. I think about you, too.” I laughed, and the tension in the room shifted.

He laughed. “I’m sorry I’m a freak, Mom.”

“You’re not a freak,” I said. Then, after a moment, I asked, “Was that my favorite pair, by the way?”

His face burned bright red. “I… yeah.”

“They’re the softest,” I said, and let it hang there. The silence was comfortable this time.

I reached out, brushed his hair from his face the way I used to do when he was little. He leaned into my hand, eyes closing for a second, and I felt something collapse in me, something heavy and rigid and old. I’d never thought about what it meant for a mother to be wanted like that, to be the object of someone’s impossible longing. The feeling scared me, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt inevitable.

I slid my hand from his face to his jaw, tilting it up. “Do you want to… try with me here?”

He stared at me, not breathing. “Are you serious?”

I nodded. “I’m serious. If you want to.”

He kicked the covers off, and I saw that he’d been hard this whole time, tenting the blanket in an obvious bulge. His hands shook as he pushed his boxers down and peeled them away, and his cock stood straight, flushed and thick, the tip already glossy with pre-come.

I could barely breathe. I remembered the advice column, about setting boundaries, but instead I reached behind my back and unknotted the drawstring on my leggings, shimmied them down over my hips, then did the same with my panties, plain white today, nothing special, but warm and damp from a long, nervous day.

I held them out. “Here. Take them.”

His hands trembled as he took them from me, and he pressed them to his face, eyes closing, inhaling deep. He moaned, the sound low and needy, and I felt my own body respond: a pulse, an ache, a sweet, hot twist inside me.

I watched him inhale my scent like it was oxygen after drowning, and it made me wet. “Ryan… do you want me to help you?”

He lowered the panties from his face. “Help… how?”

“With them. Do you want me to jerk you off with my panties?”

For a second he just stared, like he couldn’t believe the words had come from my mouth. Then his head jerked in a frantic nod. “Yes. God, yes, Mom, please.”

I took the warm, damp white panties back from his trembling hands. My fingers brushed his as I did, and the contact sent another forbidden spark through me. I wrapped the soft cotton around his cock, folding the fabric so the crotch panel, still slightly moist from my body, pressed directly against his shaft. He was rock-hard, pulsing with heat, the veins standing out prominently under the thin material. I could feel the rigid thickness of him, how desperately swollen he was.

I closed my hand around him, panties and all, and gave one slow stroke from base to tip.

Ryan’s breath hitched sharply. “Oh fuck…”

The sensation was strangely intimate. His cock was burning hot beneath the fabric, iron-hard and twitching with every heartbeat. The silky material glided smoothly over him thanks to the pre-cum that had already soaked through. I tightened my grip just a little and started stroking him properly, letting the warm, scented cotton caress every inch of his throbbing length.

It felt surreal. My own son’s cock in my hand, wrapped in my panties. The weight of him, the way he pulsed and jumped against my palm, sent a rush of heat between my own thighs. I was so wet … shamefully, undeniably wet. But I pushed the guilt aside and focused on him.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” I murmured.

His eyes fluttered open. The bliss on his face was breathtaking: lips parted, cheeks flushed deep red and eyebrows drawn together in helpless pleasure. Every slow stroke drew a soft, broken sound from his throat. His hips twitched upward, chasing my hand, but he was trying so hard to stay still, to let me control it.

“Does that feel good?” I asked gently, twisting my wrist on the upstroke so the damp crotch of my panties rubbed over the sensitive head of his cock.

“So good, Mom…” His voice cracked. “Better than I ever imagined.”

I kept the rhythm steady and loving, watching every reaction. The way his abs clenched. The way his thighs trembled. The way his cock seemed to swell even harder inside the soft fabric, leaking steadily and soaking my panties further. I could smell the mix of us: my scent and his arousal, and it made my head spin.

I leaned closer, my free hand resting on his thigh. “It’s okay, baby. Let it feel good. You don’t have to hold back.”

His breathing grew ragged. I stroked a little faster, squeezing just enough to make him whimper. The wet fabric made soft, obscene sounds with every glide.

“Mom… I’m gonna—”

“I know,” I whispered, stroking him firmly and steadily. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come in Mommy’s panties.”

That did it. Ryan’s entire body arched off the bed. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest as he came hard. His cock pulsed violently in my grip, thick ropes of cum erupting into the soft white fabric. I kept stroking him through it, milking every powerful spurt, feeling his cock jump and twitch as he flooded my panties. The warmth of his release soaked through instantly, hot and slick against my palm. He came so much it spilled over the edges of the fabric, dripping down my fingers.

His face was pure ecstasy: eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent cry, every muscle in his body locked tight with pleasure. I kept stroking him gently, drawing out every last tremor until he finally collapsed back onto the mattress, chest heaving and completely spent.

I slowly unwrapped the panties from his softening cock, marveling at how much he’d given me. His cum glistened on the fabric and on my fingers. Ryan’s eyes were half-lidded, dazed with bliss and disbelief.

“Mom…” he breathed. “That was… I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

I smiled softly and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Good boy,” I whispered. “Next time… just ask me, okay?”

He nodded weakly, a shy, exhausted smile spreading across his face as he looked up at me with pure adoration.

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After my eighteenth birthday, my older sister, Nathalia, wanted to help me experience the world as an adult. She thought it’d be fun to go on an adventure, so she decided to take me on a skiing trip to Aspen.

By the time we landed at Aspen/Pitkin County Airport, it was late in the evening. The airport was small but efficient, and after grabbing our luggage, Nathalia picked up the rental car.

Nathalia was three years older than me, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. She had piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and smooth lips, the kind of looks she’d inherited from our mother. She wore leggings and a snug sweater that clung to her curves.

The drive to the cabin was quiet at first, but I couldn’t stop looking out the window. The mountains were nothing like I had ever seen before, towering peaks dusted in white, stretching endlessly beneath a dark sky. Moonlight reflected off the snow, making everything glow with an almost unreal brightness. Pines lined the winding roads, their heavy branches weighed down by fresh snowfall. Occasionally, we’d pass a warmly lit cabin, nestled deep in the trees, smoke curling from a chimney like something out of a postcard.

“You’re really taking it in, huh?” Nathalia glanced over, amusement in her voice.

“Yeah,” I admitted, still watching the scenery pass by. “I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s … peaceful.”

She smiled. “Told you it’d be worth the trip. Wait till you see it in the morning.”

The further we drove, the more secluded it became. The road curved through the trees, and the only sound was the hum of the tires against the pavement. Finally, we reached the cabin, tucked away from the main road. It was exactly like in the pictures: cozy, private and surrounded by nature.

We stepped out into the crisp air, our breaths visible in the cold. The porch light flickered on as Nathalia unlocked the door. Inside, the warmth hit instantly, the faint scent of wood and fire lingering in the air.

“Looks even better in person,” I said, dropping my bag near the entrance.

“Told you,” she murmured, stretching her arms. “Long trip, though. Let’s get some rest.”

I nodded. The exhaustion was settling in, but I couldn’t help feeling excited. Tomorrow, I’d wake up to a whole new world.

“But first,” she said with a grin, “I need to take a shower.”

“That’s fine,” I said and slumped down in the armchair.

“Do you wanna go first?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe. The light caught her blonde hair, making her look almost ethereal, like a goddess. “I can stay there for an hour.”

“It’s fine. I can wait,” I said.

“You sure?” she asked, her voice soft and caring.

I nodded. “I’m sitting so comfortably in this armchair anyway.”

She beamed. “Kiss.” Then, just like that, she whirled around and bounced into the bathroom.

I leaned back. This cabin wasn’t very soundproof. I could hear everything as she slipped off her clothes, one piece at a time. And that’s when my mind betrayed me. I thought of her undressing. I hadn’t done that before, but the way she sat so close to me on the plane made me see her differently.

My cock stirred. It left me puzzled. I shouldn’t be thinking of her like that. But I was. And a part of me, one I hated to admit, liked it. How could I not? She’d saved up her own money just to bring me out here to Aspen, to spend time together.

Everything I heard from my friends was how much their siblings hated each other and how they refused to get along. But I had a dream of an older sister, one who just happened to be the most attractive girl I’d ever known.

The sound of the shower pattering against tiles pulled me back. My gaze drifted toward the bathroom door.

At that moment, the only thing that could pull me out of this seat was the sight of her in that shower.

The thought alone made my heart pound.

I acted unconsciously. Or at least, that’s what I told myself.

I stood from the armchair and walked toward the door. Steam curled through the keyhole, the scent of her shampoo already teasing my senses.

I took a deep breath.

And I leaned in to peek.

Through the keyhole, I could make out Nathalia’s silhouette behind the steamy glass shower door. Her curves were tantalizing, water cascading down her body. I swallowed hard, mesmerized by the sight of her running her hands through her wet hair.

Slowly, my heart started pounding in my chest. I shouldn’t be doing this. She was my sister. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She moved around behind the steamed-up glass, her silhouette shifting like something out of an erotic trance.

“Gosh, you’re beautiful,” I murmured under my breath.

But I sighed. The steam was so thick that I couldn’t see her in her full glory. Then, forcing myself away, I went back to my armchair and waited.

Nathalia turned off the shower after just half an hour, which surprised me. She could easily stay in there for an hour.

“Tyler?” she called.

“I’m still here.”

“Can you come in and help me with something?”

My eyes widened, and my pulse quickened.

“Tyler?” she called again.

“Uh … yeah, I’m coming.”

I carefully pushed the door open, and there she stood, wrapped in a towel that was just big enough to barely cover her nipples and areolas, leaving large swathes of her perky breasts visible. The fabric reached her mid-thighs, beads of water glistening on her smooth skin.

“Were you scrolling through Insta babes or something?” she teased playfully.

I stuck my tongue out. “What do you need help with?”

She sighed. “I can’t reach the blow dryer. Also, I forgot to bring a bigger towel.”

I reached up to the shelf, doing my best not to let my eyes wander. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” she said, taking it from me. “Also, can you check my bedroom for a bigger towel?”

I fetched one and brought it back. “Is this better?”

“Oh yeah, I could barely cover myself with this skimpy one.”

As I handed it to her, I noticed a peek at her areolas. Damn, she was sexy. My throat felt dry, and before I let my mind wander any further, I turned around and left.

It didn’t take her long to finish.

“All yours,” she said, stepping out of the bathroom, fresh and glowing.

“That must be your fastest shower ever,” I joked.

She stuck her tongue out at me this time. “I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

As she wrapped herself properly in the larger towel, one I suddenly regretted giving her, she smirked.

“By the way, use the lemon shampoo. It’ll be great on you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What’s the difference?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’ll make you smell sexy.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

As I stepped into the steamy bathroom, Nathalia’s scent enveloped me: a mix of citrus and jasmine from her body wash. I inhaled deeply, letting it fill my senses. The mirror was still fogged, droplets clinging to every surface. I didn’t know why, but it was something undeniably erotic knowing she’d just been here nude.

I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over me. As I reached for the shampoo, I noticed Nathalia’s razor perched on the shelf. My mind immediately conjured images of her privates, wondering where exactly she had used it. I shook my head, trying to banish the thoughts.

The lemon shampoo filled the air with its crisp scent as I worked it through my hair. I couldn’t help but think of Nathalia’s earlier comment about it making me smell “sexy.” My body responded, blood rushing south as I imagined her reaction.

I groaned softly, looking down at my growing erection. Part of me wanted to take care of it right then and there, release some of this building tension. But the thought of doing that while thinking about my sister felt wrong, even if my body disagreed.

I turned the water to cold, letting it shock my system. This was going to be a long trip if I couldn’t get myself under control. As the icy spray hit me, I resolved to keep things platonic, no matter how difficult it might be.

Eventually, I hopped out of the shower and dried myself. I wrapped the towel around me with my erection pressed against it. When I stepped outside, she rose from the couch. She was dressed in a purple nightgown without a bra on. I could even see her nipples poking against the garment, looking thin and sharp. The thin material clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

“All clean?” she asked with a soft smile.

I nodded, very aware of how close we were standing. The scent of her jasmine lotion mingled with the lemon from my shampoo.

“Come here,” she said, opening her arms. “I want a goodnight hug.”

My heart raced as she pulled me close, her body pressing fully against mine. The thin towel and nightgown did little to mask the sensation of her soft skin. I could feel the firm points of her nipples grazing my chest as she squeezed me tight.

I silently prayed she wouldn’t notice my growing hardness pressed against her hip. But from the way she lingered in the embrace, her fingers trailing lightly down my back, I wondered if she could feel it too.

When she finally pulled away, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

“Do you know what it reminded me of when you grabbed the blow dryer for me?”

I shook my head. “Not really.”

“That you’re not little anymore, but taller than me,” she said, her voice a little softer.

“And?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s just … something. I can’t explain now, but I’ll still call you ‘lil bro’ regardless.”

“That’s fine, sis.”

“Goodnight, little brother,” she murmured, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before disappearing into her room.

I stood there for a moment, still reeling from the intimate contact. With a deep breath, I retreated to my own bedroom and closed the door.

As soon as I was alone, I dropped the towel. My erection sprang free, achingly hard. I fell back onto the bed, images of Nathalia’s body flashing through my mind: her curves in the tight leggings, glimpses of cleavage, the way her nipples had felt pressed against me.

I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking slowly at first. Part of me felt guilty for thinking of her this way, but I couldn’t help it. The teasing looks, casual touches and flirtatious comments from earlier played on repeat in my head.

My breathing grew heavier as I picked up the pace, imagining what it would feel like to touch her soft skin, to kiss down her neck. I pictured her in the shower, water cascading over her naked body.

I paused, straining to listen for any sounds from Nathalia’s room. All was quiet. The coast was clear. Reassured, I gave in fully to my desires. My hand moved faster, hips rocking as I chased my release.

But then, a shriek from her bedroom jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open. “Nathalia?”

I swung my feet off the bed, the sheets still covering my crotch. Before I could process what was happening, my door burst open, and she stood there, chest rising and falling like she’d just run a marathon.

“What happened?”

“Oh my god … I saw a spider,” she said, still breathless.

“A spider?” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Yeah, a frickin’ spider,” she shot back. “I’m not a tough guy like you.”

What an overreaction, but it wasn’t the first time.

“Can I please sleep here tonight?” she asked in that pleading tone, and the one that always made me cave.

I knew I couldn’t deny her, but at the moment, I had a massive erection, and I was just about to come on top of it. Now I was doomed. No chance to finish.

“Sure,” I said, forcing my voice to sound normal.

“Thank you,” she sighed in relief before hurrying off to grab her pillow and bag.

I swallowed hard, shifting awkwardly under the sheets, doing my best to adjust so she wouldn’t see just how hard I was.

Nathalia climbed into bed next to me, the mattress dipping under her weight. I shifted to make room, hyper-aware of her proximity. The thin nightgown did nothing to conceal her curves as she settled in, her leg brushing against mine.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” she murmured, her voice soft in the darkness. “I know it’s silly, but that spider really freaked me out.”

“It’s fine,” I replied. “But let’s try to get some sleep.”

“Sure,” she said as we both drifted off to sleep.

When I fell asleep, I drifted into an intense dream, one involving me and my sister.

We were in the shower together, water cascading down our bodies as I lathered soap over her smooth skin. Frustration built as the steam veiled her in an erotic haze, teasing me by hiding the curves I so badly wanted to see. I tried waving the mist away, but she just laughed, playfully shaking her ass before pressing it against my crotch. A groan escaped me, and I shivered in pleasure as she stuck my cock into the crack of her ass.

Then, she turned around, her eyes full of mischief as she wrapped her fingers around my length, picking up right where I’d left off earlier. It was a wet dream, an incredibly tense one, but she didn’t finish me.

Somewhere in the background, a muffled buzzing sound echoed, its source unclear. At first, I ignored it, clinging to the dream, but the noise grew louder, pulling me from that sweet fantasy.

Unlike my usual wet dreams, I didn’t climax before waking up, but I was rock hard either way.

Then I stiffened for an entirely different reason.

The buzzing hadn’t stopped.

I turned my head to the left, my breath catching as I saw my older sister breathing deeply while lying on her back. Her eyes were closed, but her face was flushed. The covers had slipped down, revealing her nightgown hiked up around her waist. Between her spread legs, I could just make out the outline of something moving in circles.

My breath caught in my throat as I realized what I was witnessing. Nathalia was pleasuring herself with a vibrator, right there next to me in bed. I lay perfectly still, not daring to move a muscle. Part of me knew I should look away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from the mesmerizing sight.

Her chest rose and fell as her breathing quickened. One hand gripped the sheets while the other moved the toy in small circles. She moaned and enjoyed herself as her back began to arch slightly off the bed.

Suddenly her body went rigid, thighs clamping together as she climaxed. A long, shuddering gasp escaped her as waves of pleasure washed over her. I held my breath, willing my own body not to react as I witnessed my sister’s intimate moment.

After a minute, Nathalia’s eyes fluttered open. I quickly shut mine, feigning sleep. Through barely-open lids, I watched as she stretched, then reached down to retrieve the vibrator. To my shock, she brought it to her mouth, her pink tongue darting out to lick it. Then she wrapped her lips around it, sucking it clean and coming off with a soft pop.

Once satisfied, she leaned over the side of the bed, fumbling in her bag before tucking the toy away. Then she settled back onto the pillow with a contented sigh.

I lay there, my erection throbbing almost painfully. Part of me longed to reach out and touch her, to finish what she had started. But I knew I couldn’t. This was my sister. No matter how turned on I was, crossing that line was unthinkable.

Eventually, despite my discomfort, exhaustion won out and I drifted off to sleep once more.

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Family Reunion is an incest novel centered on the protagonist Chase, who moves back home to live with his family after years away.

Upon his return, he quickly falls for his now sexually mature younger sister, Luna.

At the same time, his sexually deprived mother’s needs have gone unnoticed for far too long and only Chase can fulfill them.

But the romance does not end there.

Luna’s friend and his mother’s close friend soon set their sights on him too, each growing romantically and intimately entangled as the household dynamics heat up.

Family Reunion

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After my eighteenth birthday, my older sister, Nathalia, wanted to help me experience the world as an adult. She thought it’d be fun to go on an adventure, so she decided to take me on a skiing trip to Aspen.

By the time we landed at Aspen/Pitkin County Airport, it was late in the evening. The airport was small but efficient, and after grabbing our luggage, Nathalia picked up the rental car.

Nathalia was three years older than me, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. She had piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and smooth lips, the kind of looks she’d inherited from our mother. She wore leggings and a snug sweater that clung to her curves.

The drive to the cabin was quiet at first, but I couldn’t stop looking out the window. The mountains were nothing like I had ever seen before, towering peaks dusted in white, stretching endlessly beneath a dark sky. Moonlight reflected off the snow, making everything glow with an almost unreal brightness. Pines lined the winding roads, their heavy branches weighed down by fresh snowfall. Occasionally, we’d pass a warmly lit cabin, nestled deep in the trees, smoke curling from a chimney like something out of a postcard.

“You’re really taking it in, huh?” Nathalia glanced over, amusement in her voice.

“Yeah,” I admitted, still watching the scenery pass by. “I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s … peaceful.”

She smiled. “Told you it’d be worth the trip. Wait till you see it in the morning.”

The further we drove, the more secluded it became. The road curved through the trees, and the only sound was the hum of the tires against the pavement. Finally, we reached the cabin, tucked away from the main road. It was exactly like in the pictures: cozy, private and surrounded by nature.

We stepped out into the crisp air, our breaths visible in the cold. The porch light flickered on as Nathalia unlocked the door. Inside, the warmth hit instantly, the faint scent of wood and fire lingering in the air.

“Looks even better in person,” I said, dropping my bag near the entrance.

“Told you,” she murmured, stretching her arms. “Long trip, though. Let’s get some rest.”

I nodded. The exhaustion was settling in, but I couldn’t help feeling excited. Tomorrow, I’d wake up to a whole new world.

“But first,” she said with a grin, “I need to take a shower.”

“That’s fine,” I said and slumped down in the armchair.

“Do you wanna go first?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe. The light caught her blonde hair, making her look almost ethereal, like a goddess. “I can stay there for an hour.”

“It’s fine. I can wait,” I said.

“You sure?” she asked, her voice soft and caring.

I nodded. “I’m sitting so comfortably in this armchair anyway.”

She beamed. “Kiss.” Then, just like that, she whirled around and bounced into the bathroom.

I leaned back. This cabin wasn’t very soundproof. I could hear everything as she slipped off her clothes, one piece at a time. And that’s when my mind betrayed me. I thought of her undressing. I hadn’t done that before, but the way she sat so close to me on the plane made me see her differently.

My cock stirred. It left me puzzled. I shouldn’t be thinking of her like that. But I was. And a part of me, one I hated to admit, liked it. How could I not? She’d saved up her own money just to bring me out here to Aspen, to spend time together.

Everything I heard from my friends was how much their siblings hated each other and how they refused to get along. But I had a dream of an older sister, one who just happened to be the most attractive girl I’d ever known.

The sound of the shower pattering against tiles pulled me back. My gaze drifted toward the bathroom door.

At that moment, the only thing that could pull me out of this seat was the sight of her in that shower.

The thought alone made my heart pound.

I acted unconsciously. Or at least, that’s what I told myself.

I stood from the armchair and walked toward the door. Steam curled through the keyhole, the scent of her shampoo already teasing my senses.

I took a deep breath.

And I leaned in to peek.

Through the keyhole, I could make out Nathalia’s silhouette behind the steamy glass shower door. Her curves were tantalizing, water cascading down her body. I swallowed hard, mesmerized by the sight of her running her hands through her wet hair.

Slowly, my heart started pounding in my chest. I shouldn’t be doing this. She was my sister. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She moved around behind the steamed-up glass, her silhouette shifting like something out of an erotic trance.

“Gosh, you’re beautiful,” I murmured under my breath.

But I sighed. The steam was so thick that I couldn’t see her in her full glory. Then, forcing myself away, I went back to my armchair and waited.

Nathalia turned off the shower after just half an hour, which surprised me. She could easily stay in there for an hour.

“Tyler?” she called.

“I’m still here.”

“Can you come in and help me with something?”

My eyes widened, and my pulse quickened.

“Tyler?” she called again.

“Uh … yeah, I’m coming.”

I carefully pushed the door open, and there she stood, wrapped in a towel that was just big enough to barely cover her nipples and areolas, leaving large swathes of her perky breasts visible. The fabric reached her mid-thighs, beads of water glistening on her smooth skin.

“Were you scrolling through Insta babes or something?” she teased playfully.

I stuck my tongue out. “What do you need help with?”

She sighed. “I can’t reach the blow dryer. Also, I forgot to bring a bigger towel.”

I reached up to the shelf, doing my best not to let my eyes wander. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” she said, taking it from me. “Also, can you check my bedroom for a bigger towel?”

I fetched one and brought it back. “Is this better?”

“Oh yeah, I could barely cover myself with this skimpy one.”

As I handed it to her, I noticed a peek at her areolas. Damn, she was sexy. My throat felt dry, and before I let my mind wander any further, I turned around and left.

It didn’t take her long to finish.

“All yours,” she said, stepping out of the bathroom, fresh and glowing.

“That must be your fastest shower ever,” I joked.

She stuck her tongue out at me this time. “I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

As she wrapped herself properly in the larger towel, one I suddenly regretted giving her, she smirked.

“By the way, use the lemon shampoo. It’ll be great on you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What’s the difference?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’ll make you smell sexy.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

As I stepped into the steamy bathroom, Nathalia’s scent enveloped me: a mix of citrus and jasmine from her body wash. I inhaled deeply, letting it fill my senses. The mirror was still fogged, droplets clinging to every surface. I didn’t know why, but it was something undeniably erotic knowing she’d just been here nude.

I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over me. As I reached for the shampoo, I noticed Nathalia’s razor perched on the shelf. My mind immediately conjured images of her privates, wondering where exactly she had used it. I shook my head, trying to banish the thoughts.

The lemon shampoo filled the air with its crisp scent as I worked it through my hair. I couldn’t help but think of Nathalia’s earlier comment about it making me smell “sexy.” My body responded, blood rushing south as I imagined her reaction.

I groaned softly, looking down at my growing erection. Part of me wanted to take care of it right then and there, release some of this building tension. But the thought of doing that while thinking about my sister felt wrong, even if my body disagreed.

I turned the water to cold, letting it shock my system. This was going to be a long trip if I couldn’t get myself under control. As the icy spray hit me, I resolved to keep things platonic, no matter how difficult it might be.

Eventually, I hopped out of the shower and dried myself. I wrapped the towel around me with my erection pressed against it. When I stepped outside, she rose from the couch. She was dressed in a purple nightgown without a bra on. I could even see her nipples poking against the garment, looking thin and sharp. The thin material clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

“All clean?” she asked with a soft smile.

I nodded, very aware of how close we were standing. The scent of her jasmine lotion mingled with the lemon from my shampoo.

“Come here,” she said, opening her arms. “I want a goodnight hug.”

My heart raced as she pulled me close, her body pressing fully against mine. The thin towel and nightgown did little to mask the sensation of her soft skin. I could feel the firm points of her nipples grazing my chest as she squeezed me tight.

I silently prayed she wouldn’t notice my growing hardness pressed against her hip. But from the way she lingered in the embrace, her fingers trailing lightly down my back, I wondered if she could feel it too.

When she finally pulled away, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

“Do you know what it reminded me of when you grabbed the blow dryer for me?”

I shook my head. “Not really.”

“That you’re not little anymore, but taller than me,” she said, her voice a little softer.

“And?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s just … something. I can’t explain now, but I’ll still call you ‘lil bro’ regardless.”

“That’s fine, sis.”

“Goodnight, little brother,” she murmured, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before disappearing into her room.

I stood there for a moment, still reeling from the intimate contact. With a deep breath, I retreated to my own bedroom and closed the door.

As soon as I was alone, I dropped the towel. My erection sprang free, achingly hard. I fell back onto the bed, images of Nathalia’s body flashing through my mind: her curves in the tight leggings, glimpses of cleavage, the way her nipples had felt pressed against me.

I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking slowly at first. Part of me felt guilty for thinking of her this way, but I couldn’t help it. The teasing looks, casual touches and flirtatious comments from earlier played on repeat in my head.

My breathing grew heavier as I picked up the pace, imagining what it would feel like to touch her soft skin, to kiss down her neck. I pictured her in the shower, water cascading over her naked body.

I paused, straining to listen for any sounds from Nathalia’s room. All was quiet. The coast was clear. Reassured, I gave in fully to my desires. My hand moved faster, hips rocking as I chased my release.

But then, a shriek from her bedroom jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open. “Nathalia?”

I swung my feet off the bed, the sheets still covering my crotch. Before I could process what was happening, my door burst open, and she stood there, chest rising and falling like she’d just run a marathon.

“What happened?”

“Oh my god … I saw a spider,” she said, still breathless.

“A spider?” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Yeah, a frickin’ spider,” she shot back. “I’m not a tough guy like you.”

What an overreaction, but it wasn’t the first time.

“Can I please sleep here tonight?” she asked in that pleading tone, and the one that always made me cave.

I knew I couldn’t deny her, but at the moment, I had a massive erection, and I was just about to come on top of it. Now I was doomed. No chance to finish.

“Sure,” I said, forcing my voice to sound normal.

“Thank you,” she sighed in relief before hurrying off to grab her pillow and bag.

I swallowed hard, shifting awkwardly under the sheets, doing my best to adjust so she wouldn’t see just how hard I was.

Nathalia climbed into bed next to me, the mattress dipping under her weight. I shifted to make room, hyper-aware of her proximity. The thin nightgown did nothing to conceal her curves as she settled in, her leg brushing against mine.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” she murmured, her voice soft in the darkness. “I know it’s silly, but that spider really freaked me out.”

“It’s fine,” I replied. “But let’s try to get some sleep.”

“Sure,” she said as we both drifted off to sleep.

When I fell asleep, I drifted into an intense dream, one involving me and my sister.

We were in the shower together, water cascading down our bodies as I lathered soap over her smooth skin. Frustration built as the steam veiled her in an erotic haze, teasing me by hiding the curves I so badly wanted to see. I tried waving the mist away, but she just laughed, playfully shaking her ass before pressing it against my crotch. A groan escaped me, and I shivered in pleasure as she stuck my cock into the crack of her ass.

Then, she turned around, her eyes full of mischief as she wrapped her fingers around my length, picking up right where I’d left off earlier. It was a wet dream, an incredibly tense one, but she didn’t finish me.

Somewhere in the background, a muffled buzzing sound echoed, its source unclear. At first, I ignored it, clinging to the dream, but the noise grew louder, pulling me from that sweet fantasy.

Unlike my usual wet dreams, I didn’t climax before waking up, but I was rock hard either way.

Then I stiffened for an entirely different reason.

The buzzing hadn’t stopped.

I turned my head to the left, my breath catching as I saw my older sister breathing deeply while lying on her back. Her eyes were closed, but her face was flushed. The covers had slipped down, revealing her nightgown hiked up around her waist. Between her spread legs, I could just make out the outline of something moving in circles.

My breath caught in my throat as I realized what I was witnessing. Nathalia was pleasuring herself with a vibrator, right there next to me in bed. I lay perfectly still, not daring to move a muscle. Part of me knew I should look away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from the mesmerizing sight.

Her chest rose and fell as her breathing quickened. One hand gripped the sheets while the other moved the toy in small circles. She moaned and enjoyed herself as her back began to arch slightly off the bed.

Suddenly her body went rigid, thighs clamping together as she climaxed. A long, shuddering gasp escaped her as waves of pleasure washed over her. I held my breath, willing my own body not to react as I witnessed my sister’s intimate moment.

After a minute, Nathalia’s eyes fluttered open. I quickly shut mine, feigning sleep. Through barely-open lids, I watched as she stretched, then reached down to retrieve the vibrator. To my shock, she brought it to her mouth, her pink tongue darting out to lick it. Then she wrapped her lips around it, sucking it clean and coming off with a soft pop.

Once satisfied, she leaned over the side of the bed, fumbling in her bag before tucking the toy away. Then she settled back onto the pillow with a contented sigh.

I lay there, my erection throbbing almost painfully. Part of me longed to reach out and touch her, to finish what she had started. But I knew I couldn’t. This was my sister. No matter how turned on I was, crossing that line was unthinkable.

Eventually, despite my discomfort, exhaustion won out and I drifted off to sleep once more.

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I loosened my tie as I drove through the gates of my estate, grateful to be home early for once. After a week of mind-numbing meetings, all I wanted was a drink and the comfort of solitude. But as I rounded the corner to the terrace overlooking the infinity pool, I found something else. My nineteen year old daughter Sophia and her friend Bella lay on adjacent loungers, their skin glistening with oil, both of them completely topless under the California sun.

My first instinct was to retreat, to give them privacy, but something rooted me to the spot. Sophia’s perky C-cups looked smaller but perfectly shaped next to Bella’s fuller D-cups, their nipples darkened by the sun. I swallowed hard. The rational part of my brain screamed that this was wrong, these were girls half my age, and one was my daughter, but my body responded with heat that pooled in my groin.

I stepped back into the shadow of the terrace, partially hidden by a large potted palm. She was a stunning young woman lounging carelessly in the sun. Through designer sunglasses, I watched them laugh and chat, unaware of my presence. Sophia stretched, her toned abdomen flexing. Bella rolled onto her side, heavy breasts jiggling, facing my daughter.

“I don’t know how you stand living with him,” Bella said. “If my dad looked like that, I’d die.”

I froze, suddenly very interested in their conversation. This wasn’t the first time I’d caught Sophia’s friend talking about me.

Sophia laughed. “Please, you get used to it. Though I still catch myself staring sometimes when he comes out of the shower in just a towel.”

And I knew about that part as well, although I’d told her before that we couldn’t cross any lines.

“I bet that towel has to work overtime,” Bella replied, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Sophia sat up, her breasts bouncing slightly. “My dad’s cock is huge, like legendary huge. I’ve seen the outline in his swim trunks. Bet it’d ruin you for life.”

Had my daughter really been paying that much attention? Heat flushed my face, a strange mixture of embarrassment and undeniable pride. The rational part of me knew I should be listening, but instead, I didn’t move.

Bella moaned playfully, rolling onto her back. “God, stop, I’m getting wet just thinking about it. Your dad is so hot.”

They both dissolved into giggles, but I noticed Bella pressing her thighs together, her tiny bikini bottom barely covering her mound. My cock swelled further, straining against expensive fabric. Almost without thinking, I slid my hand down to adjust myself, then let my palm linger, applying pressure to the rigid length.

“I broke up with Kyle because he couldn’t compare,” Sophia said, and I realized with a shock that she was comparing her ex-boyfriend’s size to mine. “After seeing Daddy in those gray sweatpants that one time … well, no college boy measures up.”

“Daddy,” Bella repeated with a teasing lilt. “Does he let you call him that? It’s so hot.”

“Always has,” Sophia replied proudly. “And it makes him melt every time.”

She wasn’t wrong. The way she said it had always tugged at my heart, though now it tugged at something much lower.

I stroked myself through my pants, just once, then twice, before forcing my hand away. This was madness. I cleared my throat loudly and retreated into the house, my heart hammering, cock painfully hard. I needed a cold shower and possibly therapy.

*****

Hours later, the sun had set. I’d managed to compose myself, though the memory of their conversation lingered in the back of my mind. We sat around the outdoor table, finishing the grilled steaks I’d prepared. Sophia had changed into a flimsy white sundress that clung to her curves, the material so thin I could see the darker circles of her nipples when she leaned forward. No bra, as usual. Bella wore a burgundy top cut so low I wondered how it stayed in place, her golden skin disappearing into a deep valley of cleavage.

“Dinner was amazing, Mr. Kane,” Bella said, her dark eyes catching mine as she took a sip of the wine I’d allowed them.

“Victor, please,” I reminded her, noticing how her gaze dropped to my chest, then lower, when I shifted in my chair. “Mr. Kane makes me feel ancient.”

“You’re not ancient, Daddy,” Sophia chimed in, reaching over to touch my arm. “You’re in your prime.”

The way she said it carried weight beyond a daughter’s encouragement, or perhaps I was reading too much into it after what I’d overheard.

Throughout dinner, I caught Bella stealing glances at my crotch each time I stood to refill drinks or clear plates. Her eyes would widen slightly, lips parting in what looked like anticipation. Did she think she could see the outline of what Sophia had bragged about? I found myself moving more deliberately, allowing my slacks to pull tight across my groin when I reached for the wine bottle.

“Daddy,” Sophia said as we finished dessert, her voice taking on that sweet tone that had always preceded requests for cars or credit cards. “Can Bella sleep over? We promise to be good.”

I looked between them, noting the mischievous glint in both their eyes.

“Of course, princess.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Sophia said, standing to kiss my cheek. Her lips lingered a moment too long, and I caught a whiff of the expensive perfume I’d bought her for Christmas.

As the girls helped clear the table, chatting and giggling, I found myself wondering what the night might bring. Whatever it was, I knew I should resist it. But after years of loneliness following my divorce, the attention from two beautiful young women, inappropriate as it might be, felt too good to refuse.

*****

I slid between cool silk sheets. The master bedroom felt too large and empty as I settled against the pillows and switched off the lamp. I hadn’t bothered with pajamas, never did these days, with no one to question my habits since the divorce. My cock lay heavy against my thigh, semi-hard from hours of stolen glances and the memory of topless young bodies by the pool. Sleep would not come easily tonight.

My mind replayed the dinner conversation, the way Bella’s eyes had lingered on my crotch, how Sophia had called me “Daddy” with that new edge to her voice. My hand drifted beneath the sheets, fingers wrapping around my thickening shaft. I stroked, not seeking release, just enjoying the pressure. Eventually, exhaustion from the work week overtook arousal, and I drifted into a restless sleep.

*****

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out when giggles pierced the veil of my unconsciousness. The bedroom door creaked slightly. My first instinct was to sit up, but something held me back. I kept my breathing deep and regular, eyes closed but mind suddenly alert.

“Shh,” Sophia whispered. “You’ll wake him up.”

“Are you sure he’s really asleep?” This was Bella.

I forced myself to remain still, feigning the steady breathing of deep sleep. Through barely-opened eyelids, I could see them approaching the bed.

They were both topless, their breasts swaying gently with each cautious step. Sophia’s perky C-cups looked firm and perfect, while Bella’s fuller breasts bounced slightly. They wore only the tiniest of panties, Sophia’s a pale color that nearly matched her skin, Bella’s a dark contrast against her golden complexion.

“Trust me,” Sophia whispered. “He sleeps like the dead after a long week. Mom always complained about it.”

They crept closer to the bed, and I kept my breathing measured despite my heart racing. The thin silk sheet covered me to the waist, but my arousal was already evident in the rising tent it formed.

“Look at that bulge,” Bella said, her voice a mixture of awe and desire.

Sophia giggled. “I told you.”

I felt the mattress dip slightly as one of them, Sophia, I thought, sat at the edge. The sheet tightened across my groin as she took hold of it.

“Ready?” she whispered.

Bella must have nodded because slowly, torturously, I felt the cool silk sliding down my body. The sheet pooled around my thighs, exposing my fully erect cock to the moonlight and their hungry eyes.

“Holy shit, Sophia,” Bella gasped, no longer bothering to whisper. “You weren’t kidding … it’s massive.”

Pride swelled in my chest as powerfully as the blood had filled my cock. I fought to keep my expression neutral, to maintain the façade of sleep, but inside I was basking in their admiration.

“Told you,” Sophia said smugly. “No one ever believes me.”

“Have you touched it before?”

“Yeah … I asked him first, but he said no, so I had to do it the hard way, and sneak in her while he was asleep,” she said. “No pun intended.”

They both giggled. I should’ve known. I knew she had a daddy kink. I had seen her porn history filled with stepdad and daddy porn, but I never imagined she’d do the real thing like that. Those nights I woke up from a wet dream, it must’ve been her sneaking in here to touch me.

“Can I …?” Bella asked, not finishing her sentence.

“Go ahead,” Sophia said. “Just be gentle, we don’t want to wake him.”

The bed shifted again as Bella joined Sophia. Then came the first touch, Bella’s youthful fingers wrapping around the base of my cock. I nearly gave myself away with a sharp inhale but managed to convert it into a deeper sleep-breath at the last moment.

“I can’t even close my hand around it,” Bella whispered in awe.

Sophia giggled. “Watch how it’s done.”

My daughter’s hand, a thought that should have horrified me but instead sent another surge of blood to my groin, replaced Bella’s.

“You stroke up and down, like this,” Sophia demonstrated, her hand sliding from base to tip. A bead of pre-cum formed at the slit, glistening in the moonlight. “Look, he’s already leaking.”

“Can we taste it?” Bella asked, her voice husky with desire.

“That’s the best part,” Sophia replied.

The mattress shifted again as they repositioned themselves. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see my daughter’s dark hair cascading over my thigh, her face hovering above my cock. Bella watched intently, biting her lower lip, her heavy breasts swaying as she leaned closer.

The first touch of Sophia’s tongue against my tip sent electricity through my body. I disguised my reaction as a sleep movement, shifting slightly and letting out a low groan. They froze momentarily, but when I settled back into rhythmic breathing, they continued with greater boldness.

Sophia wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, sucking gently at first, then taking me deeper. I had never seen such a sight, my daughter’s mouth stretched around my thickness, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She pulled off with a wet pop, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to my cock.

“Your turn,” she told Bella.

Bella leaned forward eagerly, but gasped when she tried to take too much too quickly. She gagged slightly, eyes watering, but didn’t give up. Her full lips stretched around my girth as she adjusted to the size, drool running down her chin and onto my shaft.

“Easy,” Sophia coached. “Use your hand on the bottom half. No one can take all of Daddy’s cock.”

The term sent another jolt through me. I twitched involuntarily, my hips rising slightly off the bed.

“I think he likes it,” Bella whispered, pulling back to catch her breath.

“He always produces a lot of pre-cum” Sophia said knowledgeably. “Tastes like Daddy.”

They took turns after that, each showing off their skills. Sophia could take me deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate my length in a way that told me she’d had practice. Bella made up for her lack of depth with enthusiasm, her tongue swirling patterns around my sensitive head, spitting on the crown and licking it back up again like a slut.

Eventually, they began working like a team, Bella sucking the head while Sophia licked the shaft, then trading places. Their hands stroked whatever parts their mouths couldn’t reach. The sight of their faces side by side, tongues occasionally meeting around my girth, was almost too much to bear.

My breathing had become ragged, impossible to disguise as sleep-breathing any longer. But they were too engrossed to notice, taking my reactions as unconscious responses.

“Look how his balls are tightening,” Sophia whispered. “He’s going to cum soon.”

“I want to taste it,” Bella replied.

“We’ll share,” Sophia said.

They positioned themselves on either side of my cock, faces close together, mouths open and tongues extended. Sophia’s hand pumped my shaft while Bella’s cupped my heavy balls.

The pressure built rapidly, my control slipping away. I could no longer maintain the pretense of sleep, my hips began thrusting upward into Sophia’s grip, seeking release. A groan escaped my lips, but rather than stopping in panic, the girls increased their efforts.

“He’s cumming,” Sophia said happily.

The first rope of thick cum shot upward, landing across both their tongues. They moaned in unison, a sound of pure female satisfaction that pushed me further. The second pulse was even stronger, coating Sophia’s lips and cheeks. The third splashed across Bella’s mouth and chin. They licked at each other’s faces, sharing my seed between them, swallowing greedily.

Pulse after pulse emptied from me, more than I’d produced in years. They caught what they could, the rest painting their breasts in pearly streaks. Throughout it all, I maintained the fiction of sleep, my body responding “unconsciously” to their hands and lips.

When the last shudder passed through me, they carefully cleaned my softening cock with their tongues, making sure not to waste a drop. Sophia wiped a streak from Bella’s breast and offered it to her friend, who sucked her finger clean with obvious relish.

“We need to do this again,” Bella whispered, finally coming down from the shared frenzy.

Sophia nodded, carefully pulling the silk sheet back over my lower half. “Tomorrow night,” she promised.

They slipped from the bed and padded quietly to the door before disappearing into the hallway.

I lay still for several long minutes, heart pounding, residual pleasure tingling through my limbs. The enormity of what had just happened, what I had allowed to happen, should have crushed me with guilt. Instead, I found myself smirking in the darkness.

Next time, maybe I won’t pretend to be asleep.

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