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It’s incredible how fast you can drive when the only thing in your head is the promise of someone’s body. My heart pounded every time I blew past a speed limit sign. The roads were a blur. I’m not even sure how I got home, only that I did, rubber squealing in the driveway as I slammed the shifter into park and bailed out before the engine finished shutting down.

Inside, the house was quiet. Too quiet. Mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which meant it was just us. I flew up the stairs two at a time, legs unsteady and jittery from the anticipation that had been building all afternoon. By the time I hit the landing, my palms were sweating. I hesitated for only half a breath outside the door before shoving it open without knocking.

Abby was perched at the edge of her bed, exactly the way she’d been in the photo that sent my brain into a tailspin just fifteen minutes prior. Face down, ass in the air, legs spread wide enough to practically form a straight line with her hips. She had her phone in one hand and the tail resting between her cheeks. The only difference was that now she was actually waiting for me, head tilted just enough to catch my entrance in the room.

She met my gaze and smirked, like she’d been expecting me to sprint home and do something desperate. “Well? This pussy’s not getting fucked by itself,” she said, as if she’d been reading over the script in my head.

My brain short-circuited. I don’t remember dropping my backpack, or peeling off my shirt, or even kicking my shoes away, but I do remember the static charge that ran from my scalp to my toes. The air in her room felt thick, humid, almost electric. I closed the gap between us and got on my knees behind her, hands shaking as I ran my palms up her thighs. She was already wet—embarrassingly so. The sweet-salty scent of her arousal filled my nose, and I buried my face between her ass cheeks, letting my tongue trace the rim of her plug.

She gasped, but it wasn’t a delicate sound. More like the noise someone makes when surprised by a cold shower: loud, urgent, a little bit angry and a lot turned on. I flicked my tongue around the base of her plug, tasting the subtle, plasticky tang of silicone before working my way down to her pussy. Abby was dripping, her folds shining in the afternoon light that spilled through her curtains. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her slit, pausing to swirl the tip of my tongue around her clit, gentle at first. She squirmed and pushed her hips back, grinding against my face like she was trying to suffocate me in her cunt.

“You’re such a fucking perv,” she said, breathless, voice muffled by the pillow she’d shoved her face into. Her words did something to me. I slid my tongue deeper, exploring every crease, every shiver that ran through her thighs. My hands wrapped around her hips to steady her, and my right hand wandered up to cup one of her tits, thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple. I twisted it, not gentle, and she let out a grunt that sounded like a warning and a request at the same time.

“Harder,” Abby muttered, her voice coming out ragged and needy. So I did. I tugged on her nipple, squeezing it until I could feel the flesh stiffen in my grip, then moved my mouth up to suck on the sensitive skin at the base of her spine. I left a sloppy trail of spit as I worked my way back down to her cunt, where I started lapping her again, this time with more pressure. Her ass jiggled with each movement, the tail twitching comically.

She moaned, long and low, the sound vibrating through the mattress. I glanced up at her in the mirror she put on my nightstand, I caught the look of disbelief on her face. Like she still couldn’t quite believe this was happening, or maybe couldn’t believe how much she liked it.

I got greedy. My tongue flattened against her clit, rubbing hard circles that made her knees buckle. She tried to hold herself up but eventually collapsed onto her elbows, ass still pointed square at my face. I took the opportunity to snake a finger between her thighs, gently probing the entrance of her pussy before slipping in. She clenched around me, greedy for contact, so I added another finger and curled them up, searching for the spot that would make her lose control.

Abby’s hips jerked in response. She started rocking back against me, chasing the pleasure. “Fuck, Brian, that’s—shit, don’t stop—” Her voice trailed off as she bit the pillow again, legs trembling. I kept the rhythm steady, working my tongue and fingers in tandem, and reached up with my left hand to play with the tail, giving it a little tug. The plug shifted in her ass, and she screamed—actually screamed, a sound so raw and involuntary I worried, briefly, that the neighbors might hear.

“That’s it,” I said, voice low, almost a growl. “You like that?”

She nodded, face still buried in the pillow. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah. Do it again.”

I did. I pulled on the tail, twisting it gently, and flicked my tongue across her clit at the same time. She started babbling, words tumbling out so fast they barely formed sentences: “Shit, shit, fuck, keep going, don’t stop, I’m gonna—” The rest was lost in a shriek as she came, body convulsing, thighs squeezing around my head. She thrashed so hard I thought she might break the bed frame.

I kept my mouth on her, swallowing everything she gave me, not stopping until she was whimpering and twitching in overstimulation. I slowed down, giving her gentle, soothing licks while she caught her breath. The taste of her coated my tongue, sweet and tangy, a flavor I could’ve lived on for weeks.

Abby turned her head, hair sticking to her forehead with sweat, and grinned at me like the world’s most satisfied delinquent. “Didn’t think you had it in you, bro.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shrugged, heart pounding so hard I could barely hear her over the rush of blood in my ears. “You started it,” I said, only half-joking.

She laughed, a wild, unfiltered sound. “Yeah, and I’m gonna finish it. Get up here.”

I pulled myself up onto the bed, suddenly aware of how hard I was. My cock strained against the fabric of my boxers, already leaking. Abby twisted around to face me, eyes dark and daring. She reached out and grabbed the waistband, yanking it down with no ceremony. My dick popped free, throbbing with anticipation.

Abby bit her lip, ran her hand up the length of me, and gave it a firm squeeze. “Not bad,” she said, voice teasing. Then she scooted backwards, ass hanging off the edge of the bed, legs spread and feet planted wide. Her pussy was red and glistening, the tail still perched in her ass like a badge of honor. “Let’s see what else you’ve got.”

She didn’t have to ask twice.

I planted my knees on the bed, lined up my cock with her slick entrance, and pushed forward slow, savoring every inch as she opened around me. Abby let out a ragged moan that broke halfway through like a singer missing a high note, and then she slammed her ass back against my hips, burying me to the hilt in one go. The heat of her nearly made my legs give out.

“That’s what I fucking needed,” Abby said, voice raw. She arched her back, grabbing onto the sheets for leverage, muscles straining. “Now turn my legs to jello, Brian. My pussy’s been throbbing all day.” The look she gave me in the mirror was pure challenge.

I gripped her hips tight enough to leave marks and started to thrust, slow at first, then faster. Every time I pulled back, she tried to follow, not letting me out of her for more than a split second before she forced me back in. It was like she couldn’t get enough, like she’d been starving for this and now she was going to devour me whole.

With every stroke, Abby chanted “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” the curse rising in pitch and urgency until it became a soundtrack to our bodies colliding. The sound of skin slapping, the creak of the bed, her voice getting hoarser. it all built into a noise I could feel in my bones.

I leaned forward, putting my weight into her, and reached up to grab the base of the tail plug. I twisted it just slightly, watching her reaction in the mirror. Abby’s eyes rolled back, mouth dropping open in shock at the new sensation.

“Holy shit,” she gasped. “Play with my tail while you fuck me.” So I did. Every time I drove into her, I gave the tail a little tug or a twist. Abby’s whole body went taut, like she was strung up on wires. I told her, “Clench and hold onto your tail. Show me how tight you can squeeze.” Her pussy gripped my cock so hard it felt like she was milking me for every drop of pleasure I could give her.

Abby whimpered, “That’s it, that’s fucking insane! do it again!” I obliged, tugging the tail at the exact moment I thrust deep. She lost control, slamming her fist into the mattress and cursing under her breath.

We kept up that pace for what felt like forever, time stretching out as the pleasure built. At one point I thought I might lose it right then, but I forced myself to slow down, savoring the feeling of Abby wrapped around me, the noises she made, the way she looked back at me in the mirror, eyes glazed, lips parted, sweat beading on her skin.

She must have sensed I was getting close, because she suddenly shifted and barked, “Wait—flip me over. I want to see you when you fuck me.”

I pulled out and, for a second, just admired the sight of her: hair wild, cheeks flushed, body trembling with anticipation. Abby rolled onto her back, spreading her legs without hesitation. The tail plug still jutted from her ass, making her look even filthier. I hooked my hands under her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed so her ass just barely hung off. Then I lifted her legs up, resting them on my left shoulder, and pressed myself back into her soaking heat.

The new angle made her pussy clamp down even tighter. Abby screamed, louder this time, her nails raking across her own belly as she tried to grab onto something, anything, to ground herself. “Harder,” she begged, her voice almost a sob. “Fucking split me open.”

I obliged, slamming into her with everything I had. My balls slapped against her ass, the plug bobbing up and down with every thrust. Abby never stopped making noise. Every movement, every shift, sent her into a new chorus of “God, yes, yes, right there, don’t fucking stop.”

I shifted my grip, grabbing her left thigh with both hands and using it for leverage, fucking her even deeper. The sounds of our bodies crashing together filled the room, the wet slap and the guttural moans bouncing off the drywall. Abby looked up at me, eyes glassy with tears she probably didn’t even notice. She reached between her legs, fingers searching for her clit, and started rubbing fast and hard.

The look on her face—equal parts pain and bliss—sent me right to the edge. My brain couldn’t process anything except the sensation of her pussy pulsing around my cock, the visual of her working herself, and the echo of her filthy words ricocheting in my skull.

She kept her legs high, her toes curling in the air, back arched off the mattress. Every time I thrust in, she met me halfway, her hips bucking up with almost animalistic need. I watched the muscles in her thighs tense and shudder, saw the outline of my cock moving under the skin of her lower belly. The tail bobbed in time with the rhythm, a constant reminder of how fucked up—and perfect—this all was.

Abby never lost eye contact, even as she rubbed herself to the brink. “Gonna cum again,” she warned, voice shaky. “Don’t stop, Brian, don’t fucking stop…”

I didn’t. I kept the pace, kept pounding into her, my own orgasm coiling up inside me like a live wire. I felt the first spasm of her climax before she even made a sound. Her pussy squeezed around me like a vise, and then she screamed, full-body, not holding back at all. She squirted, an actual stream splashing between us, and the shock of it sent me right over the edge.

But I wasn’t done yet. I kept going, riding out her orgasm with hard, deep thrusts. She shook all over, spasming with each movement, her legs trying to close around my waist but unable to resist the force of my hips. The pleasure was too much, almost painful, but neither of us wanted it to stop.

“Holy fuck,” Abby gasped, her voice hoarse and nearly gone. She let go of her clit and reached up to grab my arm, nails biting into my skin. “I love your cock, oh god, I love it.”

I kept pounding her, desperate to drag out the moment as long as possible. Her pussy trying to milk every drop from me, the feeling so intense I thought I might black out. I locked eyes with her, saw the twisted smile on her face, the satisfaction and insanity mixed together.

Eventually the pace slowed, the world narrowing down to the sound of our breathing and the lingering tremors in my legs. Abby looked up at me, her smile lazy and content. “You killed me,” she said, voice a rasp. “I can’t move.”

I slid out of her slowly, not wanting to lose the connection just yet. My cock was soaked, smeared with her cum, and the sight of it made Abby giggle deliriously.

She opened her legs wide and ran her fingers down her slit, showing off the mess we’d made. “Look what you did,” she said, laughing. “Bet you feel proud of yourself.”

I did. I really, really did.

For a long, slow minute, we just lay there. Abby’s legs draped over my lap, toes wiggling in the air, and her head lolling to the side with a satisfied smile. My cock was still half-hard, sticky with the combined evidence of our work, and every pulse of blood made me want to dive right back in.

At some point, I realized Abby’s feet were just inches from my face. They were pretty, in a tomboy sort of way—strong, not dainty, with chipped black polish on the toenails. I grabbed one of her ankles, feeling the heat radiate off her skin, and pressed her toes to my mouth. I didn’t think about it, didn’t plan; I just opened up and took her big toe between my lips.

The effect was immediate. Abby let out a bark of laughter, like she thought I was joking, but when I started sucking her toes for real she let her head fall back and moaned, “What the fuck? That’s filthy.”

I kept going, swirling my tongue around her toe and biting down gently, all while lining my cock back up with her pussy. She was still so wet that it slipped right back in, and the feeling of her clamping down on me—combined with the taste of her feet in my mouth—sent a shiver up my spine.

It was something neither of us had ever done before, and from Abby’s reaction, it might have been her new favorite. Her legs started to shake, toes curling against my tongue, and every time I thrust into her she pushed her foot harder against my face, like she wanted me to choke on it.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice thick and breathless. “Please, just fuck me and suck my toes, okay?”

So I did. I alternated between her left and right, getting them slippery with spit, all the while pounding into her with enough force to shake the bed frame against the wall. Abby was losing it, her moans turning into whimpers, then outright screams as she clawed at her own tits and pinched her nipples.

It didn’t take long before she started squirting again, a messier, more desperate stream that splashed across my abs and pooled onto the sheets. The look on her face, utterly blissed-out, eyes rolled back and mouth open, made me want to fuck her until we both passed out.

I buried my cock in her, leaned forward to kiss her hard and messy, and felt her legs wrap around my back to pull me in closer. Our mouths mashed together, her tongue fighting mine, teeth clacking in the heat of it. The scent of sweat, sex, and her salty skin was overwhelming. For a second, I thought I might black out from the sensory overload.

We broke the kiss, both gasping for air. Abby stared up at me, eyes wild. “Eat me out while I’m like this. Please. I need you to.”

I didn’t even answer, just slid down the bed until my face was level with her pussy. I licked her clean, savoring the taste of her cum, my spit, and the faint hint of latex from the tail plug. Abby grabbed her legs behind the knees and held herself open for me, completely unashamed.

I worked my tongue everywhere: her clit, her slit, the crease where her thigh met her pussy. I started paying more attention to the plug, circling the silicone and giving it a playful spin. Abby started shuddering, hips canting up to meet me, hands fumbling for purchase on the sheets.

Then I got an idea. I gripped the tail with my right hand and began to work it back and forth, tugging ever so gently as I licked her. The plug shifted inside her with each movement, and the sound Abby made—a half-growl, half-plea—told me I was onto something.

“Take it out,” she begged. “I want to feel you there.”

I gave the plug a slow, twisting pull. It slid out with a wet pop, leaving her asshole gaping and twitching. The sight was obscene, beautiful, and I couldn’t resist leaning in to flick my tongue over the now-exposed hole. Abby shrieked, legs kicking, and grabbed my hair in both fists.

I spat on her asshole, then licked it again, using slow circles to relax her. Abby started chanting my name, “Brian, Brian, oh my god, you’re such a freak.” She was grinning like it was the best compliment she could give.

Once I was sure she was ready, I pushed a finger inside, feeling the tight, hot grip of her ass. Abby moaned so loud it made my ears ring. I slipped a second finger in, working them gently, and then pressed my cockhead up against her. The entrance offered some resistance, but Abby was already reaching back to guide me, desperate to be filled.

“Go slow,” she said, voice shaking. “But don’t stop. I want it all.”

I spat into my hand, slicked up my cock, and pushed the head against her asshole. This time, it slid in with shocking ease. The feeling was incredible—hot, tight, and completely different from her pussy. I took my time, letting her adjust to the stretch, then pressed in further. Abby’s entire body tensed, then relaxed as she took more of me.

“Holy shit,” she said, panting. “That’s amazing. I can feel you everywhere.”

I started moving, short shallow thrusts at first, then deeper as she loosened up. Abby reached down to rub her clit, and the combined sensation made her shake all over. Every time I bottomed out, she let out a satisfied whimper.

I kept one hand on her hip for leverage and the other on her lower back, pulling her against me with every stroke. The sounds coming from her were wild—guttural and broken, like she was being fucked out of her mind. I loved every second of it.

After a minute, I pulled her legs up so her knees touched her chest, giving me a better angle. I watched my cock disappear into her ass, the sight more arousing than anything I’d ever seen in a porn video. Abby grinned up at me, eyes glazed, and started talking absolute filth.

“Fill me up,” she begged. “Wreck my ass, Brian. I want to feel you in my stomach.”

I obliged, fucking her harder, her asshole gripping me tighter than I thought possible. She reached between her legs, rubbing her pussy furiously, and before I knew it she was cumming again. this time harder, her body going rigid and her ass squeezing my cock in rhythmic pulses.

Abby wasn’t done with me yet. She reached above her head, dug under the pillow, and came up with a clear silicone dildo I’d never seen before.

She twirled it in the air, then looked right at me, grinning. “Think you can handle me double?”

That was all the warning I got before she jammed the dildo into her own dripping pussy. Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a guttural groan. The sight of it…her ass stuffed with my cock, her pussy filled to the hilt by the toy, both holes stretched to their limit was enough to get me hard again in an instant.

Abby moaned incoherently, alternating between begging for more and just chanting my name. “Fuck, Brian, I want to feel so full. I want to feel you everywhere. Please don’t stop, I’m so close, I’m so fucking close.”

I took the invitation for what it was. I grabbed her thighs, yanked them higher, and started hammering my cock into her asshole with everything I had. Abby’s hands were a blur: one working the dildo in and out, the other rubbing frantic circles on her clit. She was sweating as hard as I was, drops running down her temples and pooling in the hollow of her throat.

Every thrust made the dildo in her pussy shudder and move, the visual more obscene than anything I could have imagined. I wanted to watch her break, to see how far I could take her. Abby’s noises became animalistic—grunting, growling, then suddenly howling as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.

She yanked the dildo out at the last second and aimed it up at her own face, a move so depraved it left me speechless. She squirted again, this time in a massive arc that hit my chest and chin, and the sight of it drove me right to the edge.

Her asshole clamped down on my cock with incredible force, making it impossible to pull out even if I’d wanted to. I leaned forward, putting my weight behind her legs, and kept thrusting as she spasmed beneath me, her body caught in one long, rolling climax.

“Cum in me,” Abby begged. “I want to feel it all night, I want to be leaking your cum in the morning, please, Brian, fill me up.”

The words triggered something primal. I buried myself as deep as possible, then let go, wave after wave of hot cum shooting into her ass. The pleasure was so intense it blanked out my vision for a few seconds.

We collapsed together, tangled and gasping. Abby was still giggling between moans, totally unashamed of the filth or the mess. “We’re fucking perverts,” she said, laughing. “I love it. I love you.”

I kissed her, not caring about the sweat and spit and everything else on our faces. “Love you too, Abs.”

We lay there for a long time, her head tucked under my chin, bodies cooling in the aftermath. Eventually, I slipped out of her, making sure to watch as a trickle of my cum oozed from her gaping asshole. Abby shivered and purred in satisfaction.

“Don’t even bother changing the sheets,” she said. “I want to remember this every time I wake up.”

We fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other.

This is part 3 of the stories with me and my half brother. Here’s the links to the other parts

Pt. 1 - https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/s/dmeXvLgidV

Pt. 2 - https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/s/Hu70IXtniA

Now for this post and if I make more in the future I’m not gonna go in order anymore. Mostly cause I sit remember every single time we had sex in a ton of detail. Eventually the stories would be “then we had sex and the next day we had sex.” So I’ll just tell the most memorable stories. But this next story is from maybe the 7th or 8th time we had sex. Most nights we banged in my room. The 4th time was 2 nights after the 3rd. But the 5th time was the first time we went for 2 rounds in the same night.

It started typically, his dick teasing my entrance. Him moaning as he pushed in me, whispering that i’m so tight and soft. Me holding his shoulders as he was being rough. Not fast just rough. One pump inside me, I moan, another pump, I try to be quiet, another pump, I grip on him tighter, slow hard pumps were always my favorite. He eventually pulled out and came in a towel I had laying around. We laid like we always did after. We cuddled up together something we usually didn’t do. He buried his face in my tits as I threw my leg around him. I remember he smiled and started to kiss me. He started making out and his hands started to explore my body, grabbing my ass. As he was grabbing my ass I realized another thing that usually hasn’t happened, he was still hard. I reached down and started stroking his cock quicker than I thought. He slowed me down cause he was still sensitive from just coming so I did.

Before I knew it his playing with my ass turned to me bent over. He kissed my ass all over, loving it, being lost in it. Eventually I felt his dick at my entrance. Usually he would ask if I was ready or at least let me know he’s was going in but this time I just felt him go in. I loved it. Loved how he was taking me. He fucked me good. As I mentioned eventually these stories get a little hazy and blend together but we fucked for a good 5 more minutes. Next night was our 6th time having sex then the night after our 7th. Then I got my period. No sex for a whole week. We still hung out every night. Talked, smoked, drank. It was the talking though. The things he said even if I don’t remember it all were so hot. The way he described being in me. The way he praised my body. The way he grabbed my ass when no one was looking or the way he played with my boobs as he talked about how he wanted to fuck me. I gave him head a few times throughout this week, let him cum in my throat. Then eventually I got off my period.

On this night, the 8th time we had sex, I was super horny. I wanted dick. I wanted him. This was the first time we had sex during the day. Our parents were working from home at the time so just to be safe we kept it to just night time. But this day I couldn’t control myself. I told him to come to my room to “help me” with something. I was rearranging my room at the time so I felt like it was the perfect excuse to have our parents not be suspicious. Thinking back I feel silly thinking I needed to make an excuse to hangout with my brother 😂. I tried to play it cool as he came in the room. I closed the door behind us and immediately took off my shirt. He blushed immediately and asked if I thought this was a good idea. I said yes and that we could do it quick. That I couldn’t wait. I even told him we could move my bedside table in front of the door which we did. And quick we were. I dropped my pants and panties and his dick seemed to fly out of his pants. In a move I didn’t expect his turned me around standing. I bent over as much as I could while on the wall. He grabbed my hips and started fucking me good. Quick, hard, I could tell he was as desperate as me. I had to bite my lip but I wanted to scream. He leaned over and asked if he could cum on my ass. As he said it my “perfect” ass. I nodded and I could feel him get desperate. His pace picked up as he was slamming his dick into me. He pulled out with a grunt and came all over my back. We were both panting and he grabbed a towel to help me clean off. After we fucked he did help me move around my room. It was really nice. We fucked again later that night but this time my bed was on the opposite side of the room.

Thank you for reading my stories. I’m glad so many people have found enjoyment through it and I love knowing the people reading are getting off to it. Part 4 will be on the way soon and I know exactly what story to tell for it. Thank you for all the support!!!

So there I (M,24) was in my cousin (F,24) Ash’s room, we we’re reminiscing the past, we have each other a smile and her eyes gave me the sign. I sit up from her bed and told her I’d be right back. Bre (F,21) her sister left for work and I went outside to close the gate and made sure the door was locked, I went to my temporary room and got some condoms. I went to my room’s restroom and gave myself a pep-talk, went back to Ash, she had a big grin on her pretty face. I told her that we were all alone, the whole house to ourselves, and if she wanted to go out. She pokes her head out the cover and tells me that it would be nice but that we both knew that wasn’t gonna happen. I walked up to her bed, pulled her bed covers off of her. When I did that, it was like looking at a crime scene. Her bed had wet spots, next to her legs was her small vibrator, and another wet spot between her legs. I want to open up her curtains and the morning sun shined upon her butt cheeks, her skin shined like golden hills. My hands on one cheek and I pulled on her My Melody panties, and Ash tells me that we won’t be doing anything unless I returned the favor, she was talking about her giving me head in the shower.
For a moment, I was kind of conflicted going down on my cousin, but like she said it was my turn. I pulled her body towards the edge of the bed, she arched her back and her ass was up. I pulled her panties down, the mornings sun made her pussy look like if I opened up treasure. My face got close to her, gave a sniff, gave her pussy a kiss, then I started to eat her out, she’s was giving me pointers the whole time, I spread her pussy lips a bit with my fingers. She started to shake her ass and every time she did she ass cheeks would slap my face, I opened my eyes and I was staring down her asshole, it turned me on, and I felt my dick pressing on her bed. I couldn’t believe it. I was enjoying it, she tasted like any other girl but it was better knowing I shouldn’t be tasting her. My nose would jab her butthole when she would throw it back, and then she pushed my head away and asked me if I was ready.
I gave her the condoms, she opened one and put it on my dick, she stroked me for a bit. She asked me if I was gonna take her ass. I nodded my head and told her that we were gonna do this right. I slapped my dick on her pussy lips and slipped in. I pounded tf out of her and she would throw her ass back at me. When we got into a rhythm, we started making loud clapping noises, her door was wide open and we both heard the claps echo throughout the house. I turned her over into missionary, because I wanted to see her tits. When I did she started to slip down her bed, I didn’t let go of her and kept giving it to her. I came soon after, she told me to keep going for a bit more so she could come too.
We were done, she smoked a cigarette and counted the remaining condoms. I went to the kitchen to fix her a meal, she came into the kitchen butt naked, shows me that I had two left. I knew what that meant.
I fucked her again on top of the kitchen table, her legs spread open upon the table, she pulled off the rubber, jacked me off until I came on one of the plates. Later that day she was outside by her pool and fucked her again doggy style until I filled up the rubber, she slowly took it off me cause she wanted to see how much I busted for her. She spilled my cum on her tits, rubbed it all over her, and then she jumped into the pool. The day was almost over and we ended it cuddling in the living room, she got a text from Bre that she was already close to the house and Ash tells me it’s better I went to my room. So I did, I went to play online with some friends, soon after Bre arrived and thought it be better if stayed in the room. At midnight while playing with my friends I got an invite to join a game, when I looked into the username I realized it was Bre. We played for a bit… then she went quiet.

I’ve been living at home for about a year now helping take care of our parents. Its just the four of us in the house so privacy is already limited. The other morning I finished my shower, stepped out and was drying off. I left the door cracked open to let the steam out because the vent is broken. My brother was standing there just watching through the partially open door. He didn’t move, or look away when he saw me. He just… stayed. Looking. For way longer than any normal person would. Long enough that it was getting really hard to act “normal”.

I was pissed at first. Didnt quite know what to say or if I should confront him. After a few days and neither of us mentioning it I thought that would be the end of it.

Its not.

I keep replaying it. The way he didn’t even pretend to look away. How quiet the hallway was. How my pulse jumped when I realized he was still there. I keep thinking about what would of happened if I acknowledged him. If I smiled. If I turned to face him fully instead of half-hiding behind the door. If I let the towel drop lower or didn’t bother with it at all. The thought makes my face heat up even now days later sitting alone in my room.

Now I’m inventing scenarios. “Accidentally” leaving the bathroom door cracked wider. Taking longer in the shower so the steam rolls out into the hall. Walking to my room in just the towel and hoping he’s there again. Sometimes I picture him stepping inside instead of just watching. Closing the door behind him. Not asking. Just deciding. And the worst part is how badly I want that version to be real.

Its gotten darker than just the looking. Lately the thoughts have shifted into something heavier. I keep imagining him not stopping at staring. I keep imagining him deciding he can use me. Pushing me down onto the bed or the bathroom floor or against the wall and not pulling out. Filling me. Breeding me. The word itself makes my stomach twist but I can’t stop going back to it. The idea of him finishing inside me like its his right. Of my body being for that. Of waking up the next morning knowing something from him is already taking root. Of having to hide it while we both still live under the same roof still take care of our parents still act like nothing has changed even though everything has.

I know how fucked up that is. He’s my brother. We grew up in the same house. I shouldn't be so turned on by this. Instead it sits in the front of my head and gets louder. I catch myself listening for his footsteps when I’m getting dressed. I wonder if he’s thinking about it too—if the memory of me half-naked and flustered is still sitting with him the same way its sitting with me. Sometimes I imagine him finding out somehow reading something like this and deciding he’s done pretending neither of us is circling the same idea.

I haven’t said anything to him. I don’t know if I ever will. But I keep coming back to this, and writing it down because it's all I can think about now. It's been the only thing going through my mind as I masturbate, and I cum so hard when I think of him just using me. Something about his stare is what did it. it was the way he just looked, not blinking, not moving, like he didn't care. like if he decided, he could just have taken me then and there and nothing could have stopped him. What is turning me on the most is thinking that I would have let him.

I hate how much space its taking up in my head. And I hate even more that the hate isn’t strong enough to make me stop.

(This is an attempt I made at turning a clichéd premise into something with genuine heat and interesting character dynamics. I completed the story 4 years ago, but I still like it. I'll post all four parts here in time.)

Nobody quite knows just how often they use their hands until they can’t use them anymore.

Jason discovered that fact over and over again since suffering severe burns on both his hands in a work accident.

Thankfully, Jason was told that he was expected to make a full recovery in a matter of weeks, albeit with some visible scarring on his hands. It was a best case scenario in his mind. All he had to do was wait out two weeks in his room with very limited functionality.

He attempted to have a sip of water, but even that simple task proved to be rather complicated. He had to hike himself up onto his elbows and lean over to the long straw that stuck out from his large water glass. Then he proceeded to carefully drink from the straw without knocking over the glass or pulling out the straw.

Jason had improved his technique but it was still a laborious process for what would normally be a very simple task. He had no idea how he would have survived if his mother Carol hadn’t insisted on coming to stay with him while he recovered.

“Jason, sweetie? Can I come in?”

Jason released the straw from his lips and lay back down on his bed.

“Sure, Mom!”

Carol entered the door slowly. She wore a yellow dress with a loose grey sweater over it and she leaned up against the wall.

“Just checking in,” she said with a warm concerned smile. “You haven’t used the bell I got for you yet!”

“I feel weird about using that, Mom,” Jason said sheepishly. He looked at the little silver call bell that Carol had put beside his bed.

“Never hesitate to call on me!” she had said when she gave it to him. “Even for the smallest things!”

The idea was tempting to Jason, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually call on his mother for every little thing.

“Nonsense,” said Carol. “Why else am I here?”

Carol walked into the room and checked Jason’s water. She picked the glass up and shook it with a disapproving look on her face.

“This is empty, Jason!”

“I literally just finished it before you got in here!” Jason replied.

Carol raised her eyebrows and gave her son a distrustful look, but Jason smirked in response. The two burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry, I’ll start calling on you more,” Jason conceded.

“Good,” Carol said. “And I know it’s awkward, but it’s been two days, you’re going to have to shower soon.”

“I’ll find a way to manage that on my own,” Jason said.

“Don’t make it weird, Jason, it wouldn’t be anything I haven’t seen before,” Carol said.

“Yeah, ages ago!” Jason replied. “I’m twenty five now. It’s different.”

“Well one thing at a time,” Carol said. She shook her head and lightly rolled her eyes. “I’ll fill this up for you. How’s lunch in 45 minutes? Bacon grilled cheese.”

“Sounds perfect,” said Jason.

Jason smiled and watched as his mother left and closed the door behind him.

Jason hadn’t been doted on in years and although it sucked to not have the use of his hands, he was soaking up every moment of the prince treatment.

There was one unexpected downside to the situation, however.

Jason’s mom was hot. Really hot.

It was something that Jason had always known, but until Carol came to stay with him and take care of him, it hadn’t been a problem.

Sure, she was a gorgeous woman with a body from a wet dream, but it hadn’t been a concern for Jason. She was his mom, so he hadn’t ever thought of her in that way. Not really.

He was guilty of a few glances at his mom’s enormous chest or her thick swaying ass, but it was never anything that led to a fantasy.

At least not until that week.

Jason had no idea how badly just two days without masturbating was going to affect him. To make matters worse, Jason’s only way of using his computer or changing the channel on his TV was to ask his mother.

It was embarrassing, but Jason had to admit that his inability to release his pent up sexual energy was making being around his mother more difficult.

Jason tried to put the image of Carol leaving his room out of his head but he was already starting to grow hard remembering how amazing her ass looked from behind and how perfectly it swayed in her well-fitting dress.

Jason groaned out loud to feel his cock begin to grow in his pants. His mom was right. He needed to shower badly.

Although he may have been embarrassed to have his mother undress him, Jason likely could have survived that situation if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew that he would be guaranteed to have a raging erection.

Jason did his best to concentrate on the sitcom that was autoplaying on his Netflix but it still took an entire episode for his bewildered, ignored cock to finally settle down.

Two episodes later and once again Carol’s knock came on his door.

“Are you hungry?” Carol called out in a sing-song voice.

“You can just come in, Mom,” Jason said. It wasn’t like he could be doing anything that he needed warning about, he thought to himself.

No matter how hard Jason tried to concentrate, he was unable to keep his erection down just in anticipation of seeing his sexy mother.

“It’s just polite to knock,” Carol said in her warm breezy tone and opened the door for Jason. “But I’ll keep that in mind.”

Carol wore the same yellow dress from earlier but wore a white apron instead of a grey sweater. Jason wasn’t sure if he had ever seen his mother in an apron before.

“That looks amazing, Mom,” Jason said and eyed the sandwich that was oozing melted cheese and looked to be stuffed with perfectly fried bacon.

“Anything for my brave boy,” Carol purred and sat down beside Jason’s bed and onto the stool she had set up there for that very purpose.

“This is never going to stop being embarrassing,” Jason mumbled and he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

“Here comes the airplane!” Carol teased and pulled one half of the grilled cheese up into the air.

“Mom, please!” Jason said but he couldn’t help and smile at his mother’s antics.

“Open wide!” she said and brought the food right to Jason’s mouth.

“Seriously,” Jason said and focused on the food so that he could take a big bite. The moment he did his eyes bulged. “Oh! Hot!”

Jason held his mouth open to let the food cool down a little and Carol pulled the half of the sandwich back and looked embarrassed.

“Oh I’m sorry sweetie,” she said. “I thought it would have cooled off more by now!”

Jason nodded and held his mouth open for a moment longer.

After Jason was able to swallow the piece in his mouth, the rest of his meal went more smoothly. Carol stopped teasing him and the grilled cheese cooled off enough to eat.

But after a few more bites, Jason felt himself wishing for those distractions back. As Carol fed him in attentive silence, Jason couldn’t help but notice how nice she smelled or how her huge breasts moved under her dress.

It seemed as though Carol was feeling a little awkward as well because she was the first to chirp in with small talk.

“Are you still enjoying the show you’re watching?” Carol asked in reference to the long-running sitcom playing in the background.

“Yeah, I think I can last a few more seasons,” Jason admitted. “It’s not very good, but I’m looking for easy stuff to pass the time.”

“Oh don’t tell me that you’re getting back together with Julie,” said Carol.

It took Jason a moment to get the joke but when he did he looked at his mother in shock.

“Mom!” he exclaimed.

“I’m joking, sweetie!” Carol said. “Mostly.”

“I dated her for two years, you know!” Jason said.

Although Jason was a little embarrassed at his mother’s comments, he felt more relief than anything. Jason and his Mom had always been close, but sometimes it felt like he hadn’t been able to truly confide in her as much recently. Jason wondered if part of the reason was that his mother didn’t love his taste in women.

“Yes, and you never once thanked me for putting up with her,” Carol said with a smirk. “Now open up. One more bite.”

Jason gave his mother a withering look and then - without thinking - his eyes moved down to her bust. If Carol had been wearing a tank top, the view of her cleavage would have been absolutely perfect from Jason’s angle, but just the curve of them alone was enough to make Jason let out a groan.

Jason’s eyes shot back up to the food that his mother was feeding him and he took that last bite.

“It’s so good, Mom!” Jason said with his mouth full in a pathetic attempt to re-frame his horny noise.

Whether it was out of obliviousness or grace, Jason wasn’t sure, but Carol simply gave Jason a kind smile.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Carol said and stood up with the plate. “Please use the bell if you need anything at all, Jason. Even company. I mean it.”

“I know, Mom,” said Jason.

Carol gave him another smile, although it had a tinge of something that Jason couldn’t put his finger on. Concern? Pity? Neither seemed quite right.

The moment Carol left, Jason rubbed his right cast over his crotch. The relief it brought his aching throbbing cock just made it worse. Even if Jason was able to bring himself to orgasm, he knew that he would need to call on his mom to clean up the mess. That seemed to be the worst out of all the possible situations to Jason.

His erection was far more persistent than it had been earlier. Jason couldn’t stop thinking about his mother’s beautiful face speaking in her soft loving tone as she fed him one of his favourite foods. Her breasts were so massive and perfectly shaped. She was a goddess. Jason suddenly wondered why he hadn’t always lusted after her.

It felt unbearable. He needed release. His mind raced on what he should do. Should he just explain the situation to her? Carol was a rational woman, surely she would understand the circumstances.

Then again, maybe it would be better to pretend like it was all an accident. Perhaps, Jason thought, he could finally ask for help with taking a shower and then he could awkwardly rub one out after his Mom left him alone? That way would at least be cleaner and provide relief.

That was it, Jason decided. He would just find a way to get off in the shower. That way he might finally stop fantasizing about his own mother.

It was a long and uncomfortable process but Jason’s erection eventually subsided. He did his best to concentrate on the mindless, never-ending sitcom in front of him but after a few more hours his mind couldn’t help but drift once more.

Against his better judgment, Jason imagined what his mother might look like in a bikini.

Although Carol was fashionable, she had found a way to downplay her curvy body in almost every scenario. Jeans and a tank top was still the most revealing outfit Jason had ever seen his mother in.

“I bet those tits would look so fucking amazing,” Jason grunted as his imagination conjured his own mother in a little black bikini.

“Do you like Mommy’s titties, baby?” Carol purred in Jason’s head. “I could bounce them just for you. Anything you want, sweetie, just ring the bell.”

“Ohhh fuuuuck,” Jason moaned. He brought his cast back over to his crotch. He was already rock hard again. It was like no time had passed. Jason could practically smell his mother as she leaned forward to feed him. She was so nurturing. She was so submissive. She was so-

“I was thinking that maybe we could watch a movie tonight!” Carol said while she strode into the room.

Jason moved his arm away from his crotch so quickly that he knocked over the stool beside his bed.

“Mom! Can’t you knock?” Jason shouted without thinking.

“You told me I didn’t have to!” Carol replied defensively.

Jason’s complete lack of subtlety and Carol’s sharp intuition made it clear to both of them that they both knew what Jason had been doing.

Luckily it was only Jason who knew what he had been thinking about.

“I can come back later,” Carol added.

“No it’s fine,” Jason said with a frustrated sigh. “It’s... it’s not really like I can do much. It doesn’t really work.”

Carol seemed to be relieved that Jason was talking openly about it and she picked up the stool and took a seat. Jason admired her form in the process, despite his better judgment.

“I thought that sort of thing might end up being a problem for you,” Carol said thoughtfully. “I didn’t want to mention it because I thought it might be awkward for you, but I guess here we are anyway.”

“It’s fine,” Jason said. “It is what it is. Talking about it isn’t really going to make it any better.”

“Well...” Carol started and then took a long pause.

Jason’s heart thumped but he didn’t dare let his imagination wander.

“Oh never mind,” she said.

“No, what?” Jason asked a bit too eagerly.

“Well I didn’t want to freak you out,” Carol said slowly. “But I thought that maybe I could offer to help you out. Simply a means to an end, that’s all. It would have to be very clinical.”

Jason couldn’t believe his ears. Nothing sounded better to Jason’s desperately horny ears than a soft hand wrapping around his cock. Even if he hadn’t just been fantasizing about her in a bikini, Jason knew that he would never have denied his mother’s suggestion. Still, he knew he needed to play it cool.

“Are you sure?” Jason asked. “Wouldn’t that be, like, super weird?”

“It wouldn’t have to be,” Carol said. She talked in a matter-of-fact tone, but Jason knew his mother well enough to know that she was feeling embarrassed. “Like I said, it would be clinical. Plus you could close your eyes and pretend it was somebody else. That’s probably what you should do, now that I think about it.”

“I guess that’s true,” Jason said. He felt disappointed for a moment until he realized that he could just pretend to pretend.

“Plus it would be nice for me to not have to walk into the room and see my son with a boner twenty four seven,” Carol added with a snarky grin.

“Mom!” Jason said. His already bulging cock pulsed. Both Carol and Jason looked down at it and then quickly looked away.

“Well?” Carol asked.

“I...” Jason felt light-headed. His mouth was dry. He knew his answer but it still felt so difficult to say it out loud.

“Feel free to say no,” Carol quickly added. “Truly. I really don’t want to put you in an awkward position. But you’re an adult and if I just use my hand I really don’t think it will be a problem.”

“No, I appreciate that,” Jason said. “You’re right. I’ll just close my eyes and pretend it’s someone else. I think it will make this situation a lot less frustrating for me.”

“Okay then,” Carol said. “Well...”

Jason smirked nervously. Carol did the same.

“It’s just a procedure,” Jason said and closed his eyes.

“That’s right,” Carol replied. “Just think of it like a nurse doing her job.”

A nurse, Jason thought to himself. His mind immediately placed his curvy gorgeous mother in a stereotypical slutty nurse outfit. Her legs were long, her skirt was short, her cleavage was overflowing, and her lips were bright red.

Jason couldn’t hear anything and he didn’t dare to open his eyes so he just continued to fantasize about his mother in a tight little nurse costume. She bent forward for him and Jason soaked up the conjured image of her enormous breasts jiggling in the low cut uniform.

Just as Jason was picturing his mother disrobing in his mind, he felt hands on his pants. Before he could help himself Jason gasped loudly. Carol’s hands stopped for a moment but she said nothing and then continued to work to pull his pants down.

Jason couldn’t believe it. His mother was actually stripping him down with the intention to jerk him off. His cock was bulging and pulsing. Jason worried that he would cum way too quickly.

Carol pulled down Jason’s pants to his knees and even in just his boxers he felt exposed. He felt like he was a teenager again, about to be touched for the first time.

Jason was curious to open his eyes and study his mother’s expression. Was she nervous? It felt like she was moving slowly for something that she had described as a clinical process. Was she having second thoughts?

Then Carol’s hand pushed down on Jason’s thick hard cock over his boxers. He couldn’t help but groan. He hadn’t been able to even masturbate in days, much less feel somebody else’s hand on him. Her touch was delicate but confident. Her fingers wrapped around Jason’s shaft over his boxers until she made a fist. Then she began to tug.

“Unnnhhhh,” Jason groaned. He didn’t care about making noise. It felt amazing to feel a hand on his cock and he loved knowing that it was his sexy mother who was doing it. She didn’t have to know that he wasn’t actually picturing somebody different.

Carol said nothing in response to Jason’s lewd moaning. She continued to silently slide her hand up and down Jason’s big dick.

Jason didn’t know if his mom was going to perform the whole handjob over his boxers but he appreciated the fact that she had started that way. It helped him not reach orgasm too quickly.

Jason had always enjoyed the feeling of a handjob, but none of his girlfriends or hookups ever jerked him for more than a few seconds. It seemed like, to them, a handjob was just a method used to get or keep him hard before sex.

To have somebody actually focus on his cock with just her hand was a wonderful thing. He felt pampered.

Carol’s movements were fluid and organic. She didn’t jerk her son robotically despite her use of the word ‘clinical’. Her fingers spread apart and tightened and she sometimes pulled Jason’s cock down to its base and held it there for a moment. Her handjob was unpredictable without being erratic. It was loving without being soft or dull. Jason was in heaven.

“Oh fuck that feels good,” Jason grunted. Carol’s hand tightened and she stopped for a moment.

“Shh, sweetie,” Carol’s voice hissed through closed teeth.

Jason felt a shock of excitement. His mom’s voice told him that she was embarrassed by what was happening but in a way that made him feel like she might be enjoying it more than she expected.

Still, Jason respected his mother’s wishes and ensured that he kept himself quiet.

He had been so ready to burst for so long, and yet had been denied so many times that he was surprised to notice that he seemed to be lasting quite well. Carol’s hand gripped tighter and jerked him faster but he still felt a distance from an orgasm.

Jason tried to picture what his mother looked like in that moment. He tried to imagine how her massive breasts might be swaying under her body as her hand ran up and down his length. He pictured her face as slightly flushed as she stared at her own son’s cock while she pleasured it.

Then without warning Carol’s hand pulled at the elastic of Jason’s boxers. Jason clutched onto the sides of his bed and bit his lip in an effort to hold back a horny grunt. His huge, thick, 9 inch cock sprung into view. Jason couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his cock freed after it had been straining against his clothing for so long.

Carol didn’t hesitate. Her hand was cool and gripped Jason’s shaft with just enough tension before starting to pump.

Jason had to use all his effort to not make noise. His mom’s hand felt so amazing on his cock and just the situation alone was enough to drive him wild.

He wanted to last but his cock seemed to finally understand that the pleasure was for real and after just a few firm tugs on his dick with his mother’s bare hand, he knew it was going to blow.

“M-Mom, I’m going to... I’m...”

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Carol said. “Let it out.”

Jason groaned and bucked on the bed. He finally opened his eyes and looked right at his mom the moment the first rope of cum shot out from his cock.

Although Jason had been picturing it, it was still a shock to see his mother’s face flushed. For all her talk of it being something practical, it was clear that it was having an effect on her as well.

Jason couldn’t bear to look away as his cock jerked and spasmed and shot out huge wads of cum. He knew he was backed up, but Jason couldn’t believe just how much flew from his dick and just how far it shot. His shirt was covered in cum a matter of seconds and jet after jet of the stuff continued to shoot out.

“You really were backed up, huh?” Carol asked with a laugh.

After Jason finally stopped cumming, Carol took her hand off his cock unceremoniously and immediately reached for a nearby roll of paper towel. She wiped her hands off and turned to her son. The submissive excitement that Jason had detected in her was no longer anywhere to be found.

“I think I’ll need a shower,” Jason said sheepishly.

“Well of course you will,” Carol said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Get up. I need to do laundry anyway.”

What proceeded felt far more clinical to Jason than the handjob itself. Carol helped Jason out of the rest of his clothing and then left him alone to get to the shower himself. She told him to call her when he was done so that she could help him get dry and put on fresh clothing.

Jason did as he was told. He didn’t have a great way to wash up in the shower and had been secretly hoping that his mom would offer to come in with him to help out, but she did no such thing. He had to just stand under the spray for a long enough time until he felt like all the cum finally left his skin.

When Jason was finished, Carol helped him dry off and get dressed just as she promised, but she was very businesslike about the whole thing. She ignored Jason when he tried to joke and left as soon as he was fully dressed.

It wasn’t that Carol was being cold exactly, but she was behaving nothing like the nurturing and loving mother she had been up until that point.

Jason wasn’t particularly bothered by his mother’s attitude, but it did make him worry that perhaps she regretted what they had done.

Jason hoped that wasn’t true because he knew that he didn’t regret a thing.

When Jason was back laying down in his bed he had no choice but to realize that he felt no remorse whatsoever. His cock felt completely spent and satisfied and all he could do was fill with excited joy remembering that his gorgeous busty mother had given him a handjob.

After a lifetime of no sexual thoughts about his mother, Jason felt completely comfortable diving down that taboo rabbit hole. The floodgates had been opened and something just felt right about it.

It was a simple and brief handjob, but nobody had touched Jason’s cock like that in his life. Even with his eyes closed Jason could sense his mother’s skill and care. She simply knew how to touch a cock.

Unlike his past lovers, Carol treated his cock as more than just a means to an end. It was as if she actually wanted to touch it; as if the handjob was just as much for her.

“Oh Mommy,” Jason groaned softly to himself. He brought his right cast over to his crotch and rubed. He was still spent and still a little sore from the enormous orgasm that his mother brought him, but the pressure felt good nonetheless.

Jason conjured the brief memory he had of when he and his mom had locked eyes for his orgasm. Her expression had been so vulnerable. She had looked so shocked and excited.

“You loved my big dick, didn’t you, Mommy?” Jason moaned quietly and continued to rub. “I bet you wanted to do more, didn’t you? I bet you wanted to put it in your mouth when you saw how big it was.”

Jason gasped. The image excited him even more than he expected. If just a handjob had felt so attentive and loving from his mother, he couldn’t even imagine how a blowjob would feel.

“I bet you’re good at it, aren’t you, Mommy?” Jason whispered to himself. “I bet you really know how to suck cock.”

Jason couldn’t believe how right it felt to picture it. He pictured his mother slurping down the top half of his fat proud cock. She looked so eager in Jason’s mind’s eye. Grateful, even.

Jason got hard at the images in his mind. He rubbed harder. It was a far cry from how amazing his mother’s hand felt on his bare cock but with his imagination now set loose the act was still bringing plenty of pleasure.

“C’mon, Mom, work a little harder,” Jason said. “You want to drink my cum, don’t you, Mom? I bet you want to swallow it all down so badly, don’t you?”

Jason’s masturbation was crude and unwieldy but he couldn’t stop it. He never would have dreamed of being able to cum by jerking off in that manner just a day earlier, but armed with his fantasy of his own mother sucking his dick, he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“That’s it, Mommy, that’s it,” Jason grunted. He felt his balls churn. “Take your treat, Mommy, you can take it.”

And then Jason came.

Jason shot a load just as big as he had earlier at the hand of his mother.

Jason didn’t care that he came right in his fresh boxers and pants. He felt no guilt for picturing his mother’s lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his thick incestuous sperm.

Jason tilted his head back and went to bed feeling happier than he had felt in years.

It was a full moon. My wife and I went out for a swim, we never wear swimsuits at night, even though we are older. Our dear old friend and new roommate Louise came out to join us, she was already familiar with the dress code.  She walked out to the patio already naked, no towel, her full tight breasts bouncing slightly as she walked.  Single mother of 4 grown kids, she was staying with us until she could save some money, and get back on her feet financially, after a terrible marriage.  She gently walked down into the pool, and joined us where the shallow end meets the deep end.

 

We all got to gabbing, but whispering so as not to wake anyone.  I loved watching my wife and Louise interact in the pool, naked, their tits bobbing just at the surface of the water.  

 

I reached out and hugged my wife, and give her a deep kiss, as we floated, weightlessly. Every once in a while Louise would get close enough to me that I would grab her as well, with my other arm, and draw her in for a hug. My wife was ok with a little foreplay, but we had never taken it any further; well, not with Louise anyway.

 

Just as I was making real progress, and Louise was letting her hand accidentally brush, and then grab, my stiff cock under the water, we were all startled by a booming voice:

 

“Oh nice, and no one invited me?” 

 

It was Louise’s son, Robert [18], dressed in normal swim trunks and holding a towel. With the bright moonlight reflecting off the water, he obviously didn’t realize we were all naked. Before we could say anything, he ran and jumped into the deep end.  

 

My wife had decided at that moment to float on top of the water, exposing her huge breasts and hard nipples to the crisp moonlight air.  Robert came up maybe 2 feet from her fully exposed huge breasts. He was obviously shocked, and his jaw dropped, as he coughed up some water. 

 

Louise giggled nervously, at her son’s awkward reaction.  I said to her son, “you’re a tad over dressed for this party, young man”.   

 

“Oh, I can see that now!” exclaimed Robert, “I’m so sorry! I should go…”.  

 

Louise felt bad now. “No, it’s ok honey. We’re just skinny dipping, everyone does it. You’re an adult now, adults do this all the time.”  

 

“You do?” One surprise after another; poor young Robert.

 

“He can stay, but only if he follows the rules!” My wife was not going to miss this opportunity to see that huge cock Louise was always bragging about.  We assumed that Louise had seen it in many years, but she was always talking about how her son got his huge cock from his maternal grandfather. 

 

I started to feel a little inadequate for this party, but my average sized hard on persisted, as Louise had continued to hold me, and periodically squeeze it, as this conversation continued. 

 

“There aren’t really any rules”, I countered. “But it’s a pretty nice feeling, swimming naked, if you’ve never done it before.”  

 

If I can distract my wife with this big well hung kid, maybe that gives me more quality copulating pool time with his mother, Louise? 

 

Robert was still staring at my wife’s tits, as she floated in the moonlight. She looked right at him: “No touching, unless you’re naked too!” - my wife suddenly had a lot of convenient rules.

 

But it did the trick, young Robert slipped off his trunks, put them on the pool deck, and went right for my wife! He didn’t just grab her tits, he started sucking them, right in front of me, and his mother! 

 

“Robert!” Louise corrected him! “You need to ask nicely before doing that!” 

 

“Sorry mom!” He quickly looked at my wife “Mrs ____ , can I please suck on your tits?” - This was out of character for him, but he was half joking to lighten the tension he was feeling.

 

“I told him he could touch, as long as he got rid of those trunks” replied my wife, smiling, keeping the conversation as in appropriate as she possibly could.  “Robert, young man, you can have me. Do anything you feel like doing to me. My husband has been ignoring me, he would rather get a hand job from your mommy, it seems.” 

 

My wife and I had fantasized about Robert fucking her for some time.  She already knew she had a green light for fucking him from me, if she could manage it. She liked younger men. 

 

I swam behind Louise and cupped her tits in my hand. She tightened her grip on my cock, as we both took in this “age-gap” porn show. 

 

I couldn’t be sure, but as she lowered herself into the water, my wife must have found his huge young cock with her hands under the water. This, because they both looked surprised and pleased with themselves, at the exact same moment.

 

I took the opportunity to lower my right hand to Louise’s right thigh, and then run it over her pussy.  As she parted her legs for me, she whispered “he’s never even had a girlfriend. I thought I was going to have to take him out to a strip club.” 

 

That image danced around in my dirty mind, for more than a few moments.  “If you ever do that, Louise, I’m coming with you! I’ll even drive, and spring for your drinks!”

 

My lovely bride’s arms were now around Robert’s neck, and her legs had wrapped around his mid-section. They were totally fucking. Definitely, this kid was fucking my wife, as she floated in the water.  My 49 year old wife was fucking an 18 year old boy, right in front of me … and in front of his mother! This was so hot! 

 

“Shall we join them?” I asked my dear old platonic friend, Louise. She spun around and lifted herself onto my cock, allowing me to penetrate her underwater.  Oh, god, she felt so fine, wrapped around my cock. We had a long history of platonic friendship together, with only occasional flirting.  I love consummating old platonic friendships with kind, consensual and loving sex. She hugged me tightly, and started kissing my neck.  I loved her; I always have. And now I was inside her, after all this time.  All was well with the world, I jammed my stiff penis in and out of her motherly pussy lips, as we both appreciated the view of my wife, doing her son.

 

We swam as one, edging closer, ever closer, to her son Robert, and my wife. 

 

Robert and I now had our sex partners up against the wall of the pool, side by side, and I positioned Louise as close to my wife as possible. 

 

My wife gave me a devilish look, grabbed Louise’ hand, and pulled it underwater. 

 

“Feel your big boy, Louise.  Feel your big boy going in and out of me.” She had Louise place her hand down between her legs.  Louise could feel her son’s thick stiff cock as he slid his shaft in and out of my horny wife.  

 

I was staring into Louise’ eyes, as she felt her boys cock and my wife’s pussy.  I was still slamming my cock into her.  

 

She returned the eye contact, as I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy. “How does he feel to you? Do you like feeling your boy’s cock while he fucks her?” I asked. Her eyes became dreamy, glassy … “He’s my good boy, mommas good boy.”  She turned her gaze to her big baby boy.

 

I motioned to my wife, it was time we got these two together. We had fantasized about doing this for a while now. My wife reached her hand down and removed Roberts huge member from between her legs, but held onto it as she slid out of the way.  I pushed Louise through the water to take my wife’s place in front of her son, grabbing one of her legs to make sure she remained open, receptive, for her boy’s dick.

 

My wife guided Robert’s cock towards his mother’s sex, and lined it up to her pussy. “How many of your young friends can say they have fucked their mothers, Robert?” Asked my wife. 

 

“Mom?” Asked Robert, pleading with his mother … he really wanted her, but he wanted her permission first …

 

“Do it, Robbie” Louise whispered … “Do it to me … now!” 

 

I was spellbound. 

 

Robert pushed forward slightly, allowed my wife to rub his mothers pussy with his cock, sliding it up and down her slit. Louise reached down and adding her hand to my wife’s, they felt her boys penis slide between their fingers, into her beautiful momma’s opening. 

 

My wife told me later how blessed she felt, feeling his cock returning to her vagina, re-entering that soft home for his body. Such a blessed event. 

 

I could only watch her motherly gaze into his eyes, followed by her eyes closing at the magnificent pleasure of receiving her young son, back inside of her once again. 

 

“He’s a qualified mother fucker now!” was all I could say, which thankfully got at least a slight smile from Louise.  Robert wasn’t even listening, he was somewhere else. We could see the underwater thrusts into his mom’s cunt picking up the pace, as Louise began clutching at his hair, wrapping her legs around his torso, allowing his dick to penetrate her over, and over, and over. 

 

Robert walked her to the shallow end as he fucked his mother furiously, and my wife and I followed them, transfixed at the sight of this mother son sex show, in our own backyard pool.  

 

“Oh mom…” 

 

“Oh, my beautiful baby boy” 

 

Suddenly, Robert shuddered violently and pulled out of his mother, just in time for us to view his violent ejaculation into the pool water, the three of us watching his semen dart and spew from his huge cock, towards his mother but rendered harmless outside of her womb … Louise grabbed his hard cock and squeezed ever last bit from it, then dipped her face into the water and emerged with his cum dripping all over her face, sticking to her hair. She grabbed her son and kissed him, his family cum sliding all over their lips as they embraced, and sucked each other’s tongues like small penises.  

 

Thankfully, Robert "allowed me" to continue fucking his mom, even though they started sharing the same bed, from that time forward. In return, I allowed him to do whatever he wanted with my wife; and I know the three of them enjoyed each other as a threesome on more than one occasion.  

 

Meanwhile, time passed.  Did I mention, she was a single mother of 4 adult children? She has two daughters, and another son.

 

 

 

Hello this is a continuation of my previous post
(Link here: https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/s/xQkZZZZnJJ)

First off, I apologize for taking a little while to post part 2. I had some trouble thinking of what story to tell next. Maybe the last time we hooked up or best experience but I figured the best place would just be the next few times we had sex.

The day after our first time having sex was awkward. We didn’t really talk throughout the day. Like we were both processing what happened the night before. Eventually it became night and we started texting about it. I ended up in his room that night. We hung out, smoked weed, but didn’t have sex that night. Or the next night. But the next night we were in my room. We were sitting close to each other. Dangerously close. I don’t remember every detail but I remember we looked at each other. Without a word we started making our hard, fast, desperate. His pants off, my pants off. I ripped his underwear off and my panties were removed by me before I even thought about it. I was ready to sit on his dick, ready to slide down but he stopped me. He removed my shirt and I helped him by removing my bra. He stood up and got behind me, bending me over and just admiring me. He stripped his shirt off and started feeling up my ass. I was backing up onto him, wanting him. It was quick. We went from just hanging out to fucking in less than 5 minutes. He slid into me quick. Hardly any build up led to him fucking me fast. I looked back at him and god the way he looked was incredible. Seeing him staring at my ass bouncing on him. Feeling his hands grip my hips to fuck me deeper.

His dick fell out, he clearly didn’t pull out but it fell out. I could see his dick shiny with my wetness and his pre cum. He was panting, so was I. I put my head down trying to keep my moans quiet as he slid back in. We both knew we had to be quieter. Just in case our parents walked in. He was slower as he slid back in. I felt every inch. He leaned down and whispered about how good I felt. How amazing my pussy was. That just made me more wet. I kept backing up more on him, making him go faster. And he did. I could tell he was getting close so I told him to pull out. When he did I turned around and sucked his dick. I watched him as he was standing on the side of the bed. Part of me couldn’t believe this. My own brother. He was just fucking me like a lover, staring and feeling my ass like a perv. I was gonna let this man i’ve known my whole life cum in my mouth. Eventually he did. I tried to swallow it all but I had to spit out a bit because he came so much. He later told me he was pent up from not masturbating. The last time he came was the last time we had sex. We laid on the bed, naked, letting our thoughts flow. It was really nice just being able to talk about it. About our feelings for each other. About how good the sex felt. About how taboo this was. We complimented each other. Touched on each other’s bodies. His hands on my breast felt great but the way he complimented them as he played with them was INCREDIBLE.

We made a rule to not true to fuck too much. Not make this become something we wouldn’t be able to quit if we NEEDED to. That didn’t last long. The next night we were in his room. The way our house was laid out was his room was next door to my parents separated by a bathroom while mine was at the end of the hallway. So it was more risky if we made too much noise in his room. (Another reason we usually hung out in my room is because we could smoke weed with less risk and I had a beanbag in the corner which he usually sat in). We started by kissing. We kept saying “we gotta slow down, we gotta stop” but we both knew we weren’t going to. Suddenly I was on top of him. I wanted this. I wanted to ride him so badly. We started dry humping and….his bed wouldn’t stop squeaking. We decided to head to my room. My bed frame was just a wooden frame on the floor which barely made much noise. I locked the door and when I turned around he was already stripping. I walked over to him and basically pushed him onto the bed as I took off my shirt and shorts. We continued to dry hump in just our underwear. He could feel my wetness through my panties and I let him touch me, rub me over my panties. I stoked him and his tip was covered in pre cum. I took my bra off while he took his underwear off. I could hardly wait. I went to take my panties off but he stopped me because he wanted to. I let him but I remember being annoyed a little because I wanted his dick. The moment I could I slid down on his dick. I had to cover my mouth as I moaned feeling him go in inch by inch. I rode him back and forth. He stared at my body in a trance. Watching my hips move, wondering when to touch me. His hands slid up my thighs, then my stomach, landing on my boobs. He squeezed them as I slowly rode him. Back, forth, staring at his celling trying to hold my moans in. His hand squeezed, back, squeeze, forth. I kept getting faster. Faster, back forth back forth squeeze back forth. I want to pretend I did this for hours. Teased him. Kept his dick hitting just the right spot. But I could feel myself close. Ready to cum. I decided to start bouncing on his dick. Trying to make myself last longer. You could tell he was loving it. I loved looking down on him. Him trying not to moan, watching my tits bounce, my pussy swallow his dick as I went down. Eventually I finished, leaning down putting my head on his shoulder trying to keep him in me but he slid out. It was the best sex yet. I smiled at him and we giggled.

“Are you okay” he asked with a chuckle

“Yeah that was….that was amazing” I said. Maybe with different words. But it was amazing. I remember he had a fantasy where he wanted to cum on someone’s tits. I knew he did it before with his ex but I asked him “do you want a boob job.” He blushed and that’s all the confirmation I needed. I got on my knees on the side of the bed and made him slide over to me. I rested my tits by his dick and squeezed them together. Maybe a little too tight on my end. I had never given a boob job but based off his face I was doing good. He lasted longer than I expected. I spit on his dick, licked the tip when I could. Eventually he came, a lot again, all over my tits. After a few seconds of panting he sat up and took in the view. I loved the way his warm cum felt on my soft tits. He grabbed me a towel and cleaned me off, clearly loving touching my tits more. We talked again, made out a little. He thanks me for letting him cum on my tits. I loved it to so I told him he could do it again another time. Something he went on to do. But that’s where that night ended. I could continue in order but I won’t pretend I know every single time we had sex in this much detail (typing this I’m remembering the next time we had sex pretty well so maybe that will be the next post 😂).

Thank you for reading this part 2! If this gets enough love I’ll absolutely get working on telling part 3. On a real note being able to tell my story and talk to open minded people on here has been amazing so thank you!

It’s the next day, I (M,24) just a had a threesome with my cousin, Bre and her gf (both F,21) and it kinda caused a drift between me and her sister, Ash (F,24) I don’t think she knew what happened between us that night but she started feeling a bit distant. To recap, after the threesome Ash came home and we kinda cuddled on the couch. I was kinda shameful for doing that after what I had done, so told her I was done for the night and she gave me a look of confusion and disappointment. So in the morning I wanted to make it up for her and I made chicken and waffles for breakfast, her favorite. Bre and her gf ate some but soon left to work, she did tell Ash to eat with us but she stayed in her room. I was kinda worried she found out I had sex with her sister. I did the bold move and went to her room and asked if she was feeling ok. She was under her bed sheets, ignoring me and whatever I was saying. Then she poked her head out from under her pillow. She tells me that she felt stupid, cause we had sex a few nights ago and she thought we had something going on. I told her that night was special but that we shouldn’t be doing that. Then she brought up something I thought would stay hidden. She tells me about the first time we fooled around, I didn’t forget it but at one point I wish we did.
Flashback story: Years ago, we were at a relatives quinceañera. While everyone was partying, Ash and I (18 at that time) snuck off to smoke some weed in one of the rooms. During our sesh, she started getting sad because her bf had left her for someone else. I tried to make her feel better by telling her that she was beautiful and that any guy would be lucky to be with her. This comment did something to her, she started asking if I was serious and I said of course. The next moment she’s asking if I liked her body, if her ass was fat, she started to shake it too, and asked me to touch it. She was wearing a glittery dress that reached above the knees, she bent over a table, asked me to touch her ass, I got a hand full and gave it a squeeze. She saw my hard on, asked me if I was still a virgin, I confirmed and she confessed to me that she was too. I asked if it would be wrong if we messed around, she said it wouldn’t be a big deal and asked if I had a condom, I didn’t and she kinda wanted to back out of it, but we were already getting hot. She tells me to fuck her in the ass to be safe, I couldn’t believe the words that came out of her mouth. I lifted her dress up, she had a pink and white thong and moved it to the side, she said it be easier if I spit in her asshole and I started pushing my thick dick into her tight little ass. It was kinda painful for the both us, a burning sensation but still very enjoyable, she and I made some rough moans, I held on to her thong as I thrusted into her. Her deep breaths had me going, then I felt a tingling coming from in me, and I came inside her ass she felt me filling her ass up, I pulled out slowly, and my cum started dripping out of her. I got some clothes that were close by, I wiped the cum off her ass and then clean myself. The room smelled like straight up ass and that was our que to leave, we made sure the coast was clear and we made our exit, joined the others at the party.
During the event I kept thinking about her and what we did, every now and then she’ll look over my table. I left to the corner store a few blocks away and bought a pack of condoms. When I got back to the party, I started looking for her, and I took her to a different room. She knew what I wanted and she tells me that her ass still hurts and that it wasn’t a good time but then I pulled out the condoms, and she laughed and nodded her head. I hugged her from behind, fondling her tits, made my way under her dress and started playing with her pussy but I didn’t finger her, she started to get wet and she nodded her head saying that she was ready. I was gonna bent her over another table but noticed a leather couch in the corner. I lied her there, gave her the condom, she ripped it open with her teeth, I slipped off her thong, I put the condom on, she spread her legs open, I stopped and admired her pink pussy, I put my tip in, she tells me to be gentle, and I put the rest of my dick in her. She moaned and it sounded way better than before, I was gentle with her… at first then I started to get into a rhythm. As we’re fucking the party started getting turnt up, the Mexican music was blasting and the whole family was yelling, it almost sounded like they were cheering for us which made it so much better, I pulled the top of her dress down unveiling her huge tits, the jiggled up and down, I grabbed both of them and pushed them close to her face, she started sucking on her own tit, and just like that I came once again but I kept going, a minute later she tells me she’s cumming. As we both had an orgasm together, our relatives cheered from the other side of the room. We locked eyes and smiled.
Back to the present: She’s still under her covers and we’re still making eye contact, it’s then I start to get what she was feeling. I kissed her cheek and told her it is something special. We gave each other a smile.

I am a 25 year old transgender woman who has been playing with my daddy since I was 19, we are above legal age and consensual

The wooden floor was cool against my bare knees as I settled between his spread legs. I was already dressed exactly the way he liked: the black-and-purple cat-ear headband snug against my long black pigtails, the thin black-framed glasses perched on my nose, the matching fluffy tail plug seated deep inside me so the soft fur brushed the backs of my thighs every time I shifted. Black thigh-highs climbed up my legs, and the metal cage locked around my cock rested heavy and tight between them, a constant reminder that nothing was going to happen for me unless he decided it would.

Daddy looked down at me from the armchair, already half-hard in his open jeans. He didn’t say anything at first—just reached out and rested one hand on the top of my head, fingers sliding into my hair.

“There’s my little incestuous daughter,” he murmured. “Mouth open. Show Daddy what good little girls are for.”

I leaned in and took him between my lips. The taste of him filled my mouth immediately—warm, clean, slightly salty. I didn’t rush. I never did when he wanted me like this. I let the head rest on my tongue, lips sealed just past the ridge, and breathed through my nose while he slowly thickened against the roof of my mouth.

His other hand came down and stroked the outer curve of my ear, tracing the soft fur of the headband. “Pretty little cat. My own daughter, sitting on the floor with a plug in her ass and a cage on her cock, sucking her daddy like she was born for it. You know that everone says its wrong, don’t you? And you still crawl over here every time I tell you to.”

I hummed around him in answer and began to move. Shallow at first—just the first few inches, wet and deliberate—then deeper, until my nose brushed the soft hair at the base of his stomach. The tail plug shifted inside me with every bob of my head. My caged cock twitched uselessly against the metal, leaking a little into the small space it was allowed.

Daddy’s fingers tightened in my hair. He didn’t force me down, but the pressure was there—enough to tell me he wanted me to stay deep for a few long seconds. I held still, throat working around him, eyes watering behind the glasses, until he finally eased the pressure and let me pull back for air.

A thin string of spit connected my lower lip to the head of his cock. I looked up at him through my lashes, waiting.

He smiled the way he always did when I was like this—soft and proprietary. “Again. Slower this time. I want to feel every inch of my daughter’s throat. That’s it… take your daddy’s cock like the dirty little incest slut you are.”

I obeyed. Lips sliding down the shaft, tongue pressing along the underside, cheeks hollowing as I sucked. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Every time the plug shifted inside me, a quiet little sound escaped around his cock—half moan, half whimper—and each one made his hand stroke my hair more gently.

“Listen to those noises,” he said, voice low and rough. “My own flesh and blood, gagging on me with a tail up her ass. You love being Daddy’s little whore, don’t you? Sitting between my legs dressed like a pet, locked up so you can’t even touch yourself while you service me. Such a good incestuous daughter.”

He paused, then added, voice darker, “I want you telling people. I want you looking them in the eye and saying how much you love having incest with your father. How you drop to your knees for me. How you swallow my cum and beg for more. You’re going to tell them, aren’t you?”

I moaned around him in answer and kept sucking.

“That’s right. My little girl is going to brag about it. Tell them how wet you get when Daddy calls you his incestuous daughter. Tell them about the cage and the plug and the way you sit on the floor between my legs with my cock in your mouth. I want everyone to know what a proud little daddy’s whore you are.”

Minutes stretched. My jaw started to ache in the familiar, welcome way. My knees pressed harder into the floor. The cage felt heavier the longer I stayed hard inside it, trapped and ignored.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was rougher. “Look at me while you do it. Look at your daddy while you suck his cock.”

I raised my eyes and kept sucking, never breaking the rhythm. His gaze moved over my face, the glasses, the cat ears, the way my lips stretched around him, the faint wet shine on my chin.

“That’s my favorite view,” he said quietly. “My daughter on the floor, dressed like a pet, sucking Daddy’s cock like it’s the only thing she’s good for. You’re mine, little girl. Always have been. And now I want the world to know it. I want you telling people how much you love fucking your own father.”

I took him deeper in answer, letting the head push into my throat until my eyes watered again. He groaned and held me there a moment longer this time, hips giving the smallest upward roll, then released me so I could gasp and go right back to work.

The plug flexed inside me with every movement. My caged cock throbbed. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the wooden floor between his feet. I didn’t wipe it away. He liked the mess.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered. “My pretty incest daughter, making a mess all over the floor just from having her daddy’s cock in her mouth. Keep going. Don’t you dare stop until I fill that throat. And later you’re going to tell everyone how much you love this. How you live for incest with your father.”

Eventually his breathing changed. The hand in my hair tightened. “Don’t stop. Stay right there and take it. Swallow every drop your daddy gives you.”

I sealed my lips tighter and kept the steady rhythm he preferred—deep, wet, unhurried. When he came, it was with a low, satisfied sound, flooding my mouth in thick pulses. I swallowed around him, throat working, not spilling a drop until he finally softened enough to let me pull off.

A last strand of come connected my lip to the head of his cock. I sat back on my heels, still between his legs, glasses slightly fogged, ears crooked from his fingers, tail plug still seated deep, cage still locked and leaking, mouth still tasting him.

Daddy reached down and wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb, then pushed the thumb between my lips so I could clean it.

“Good girl,” he said, voice still rough. “My perfect little incestuous daughter just swallowed her first load. But Daddy’s not done with you yet.”

He stayed in the chair, stroking himself slowly back to full hardness while I stayed on my knees, watching. The plug shifted inside me every time I breathed. My caged cock ached, ignored and dripping.

When he was hard again he reached for my hair and pulled me forward. “Open. Clean me off, then get ready. This next one isn’t going in your mouth.”

I licked him clean, slow and thorough, tasting the last traces of his first orgasm. Then he pulled me off and kept a firm grip on my pigtails, angling my face up toward him.

“Stay still,” he ordered. “Daddy’s going to mark his little girl. Right on that pretty face so everyone would know who you belong to if they saw you. And you’re going to tell them yourself. You’re going to look people in the eye and say, ‘I love having incest with my father. I love when he cums on my face and calls me his dirty little daughter.’”

He stroked himself faster, the wet sound of his hand loud in the quiet room. I kept my eyes open and my mouth slightly parted, glasses still on, cat ears tilted, looking up at the man who raised me while he used me as his target.

“That’s it… look at me while I paint my daughter’s face. My incestuous little pet, plugged and locked and waiting for her daddy’s second load. You’re mine. Every drop of this is going to mark you as Daddy’s. And tomorrow you’re going to tell everyone how much you love it.”

His breathing turned sharp. He aimed carefully and came hard, thick ropes of come striping across my cheeks, my glasses, my forehead, the bridge of my nose, and into my open mouth. Some of it landed on my lips and chin; more dripped down onto the tops of my breasts and the metal of the cage. He kept stroking through it, making sure I was thoroughly covered, groaning the whole time.

“Fuck… look at you. Covered in your daddy’s cum. My good little daughter, marked and claimed. Now say it.”

I swallowed what had landed in my mouth and, voice hoarse, obeyed.

“I love having incest with my father.”

He smiled, still smearing the last of his release across my cheek with the head of his cock.

“Again. Louder.”

“I love having incest with my father. I love sucking his cock. I love when he cums on my face and calls me his dirty little daughter.”

“Good girl.” He pushed the tip back into my mouth one more time so I could clean him. “Stay right there for a while. I like looking at what’s mine—used, marked, and ready to tell the whole world how much she loves fucking her daddy.”

I stayed. Knees on the floor, face sticky and glistening, glasses fogged and streaked, ears crooked, tail plug still deep inside me, cage heavy and leaking. Exactly the way he liked his incestuous daughter—claimed, marked, and proud of it.

One night, about two weeks after the funeral, everything shifted.

She had been crying again. Soft, broken sobs that shook her shoulders under the thin blanket. I did what I always did, moved closer, pulled her against my chest, and ran my fingers slowly through her hair. She pressed her face into my neck, her breath warm and uneven against my skin. I could feel the dampness of her tears.

She was wearing her chemise and I was just in my shorts. As she was hugging me really hard and her boobs pressing against me chest, I was holding her by her back and waist and rubbing slowly. As always, I was full hard and she could feel it.

Her bare thighs were brushing against me and by this time I had moved my hands a bit down to her thighs and hips, which I pressed and rubbed. She didn't say a word.

At this moment she saw me and for a moment kept looking at me while holding me from my back and then we kissed. It was a very long, smooth, wet, tongue in tongue kiss. Her hands had slid into my shorts by now and she was playing with my dick while I had her boobs in my hands and switching with her ass too.

Then she just moved down and we both were naked and she took my dick in her mouth and sucked it. It was the best blowjob I ever got and she sucked it like a hungry beast, for long enough to make me cum which she swallowed.

And then I got on top of her and she enjoyed every thrust untill she came, once, twice, and thrice, switching positions and places. We slept naked after that, holding each other in arms and playing and kissing.

If you’ve been reading my posts, by now, you know that I had started a sexual relationship with my big sister. These stories, so far, are from the first two months (summer) of our relationship.

In my last post, I wrote about discovering a crazy fetish my sis had, having her feet played with. By just playing with her feet while plowing her, she had the look of a deranged, sex crazed nymphomaniac incapable of forming complete sentences during sex. It was like having a super power over her. It was one thing to have a big “tool”, but utilizing her fetish was even better.

The day after I discovered her foot fetish, she was making every effort to initiate our sex-escapades. It was odd to me bc, normally, I (the overly horny 18 year old) was always initiating by dry humped her ass, coming up behind her and playing with her titties or reaching over to rub her clit, etc. But, this time, while I was drinking coffee, she excitedly ran to me, sat on my lap wearing boy short underwear, and kissed me on the cheek. While still sitting on my lap, she leaned over in front of me and started scrolling on her phone. She started lightly grinding her ass into my crotch. I was a little shocked…Was she really initiating sex? I commented: “Hey sis…If you keep doing that, you know I’m going to get a big ol’boner”. She turned her head towards me, and playfully answered “That’s the point, my little BIIIIIG brother!” as she gave me a flirtatious wink. There was something about her initiating it that drove my horniness into full throttle. I gave her a light push to lean her over more, pulled out my fully erect dick, and started slapping it on her practically bear ass cheeks (since her underwear was always ridding up her big ass). “You want your little brother’s big cock that badly? You want this big dick?!” “yes I do! I want your big cock, little bro!”

As I was about to beat her pussy up, per usual, she stopped me “actually, little bro, I’m not going to lie. My pussy needs a break! You’ve been pounding me two to three times a day.” I was a little bummed, but I understood. “Well, ok then…What do you want?” She had that slutty little smile she’d get, then asked “Could you play with my feet again? The way you did, yesterday? I promise I’ll suck your cock, if you do!” That’s where I realized she, legitimately, LOVED it. And, to her word, when I was done tickling her feet, dry humping them with my dick, as she played with her nipples and lightly rubbed her sore pussy, she gave me one of the best blowjobs she ever gave me while I sat down and watched porn.

It was interesting watching porn while someone else pleasured you. Every so often, she’d look up to see what was going on in the porno I was watching. I recall watching a scene that had a guy sharing his wife with a friend. My sister, puzzled, asked while not skipping a beat slurping on my dick “so…is that…what…*cough…*you’re into?” I looked puzzled, she added “you know? DP’ing a chick? Have you ever fantasized about sharing me with your friends?” She was genuinely curious. I answered “Well, yes. Many times”. She laughed, then said in a high pitched, slutty voice “Is that what you want, bro? For big sis to make a man out of ALL your little friends…sorry, BIG friends…I mean, is it your whole generation who have big dicks, like you?” She’d get me so hard when she’d talk to me like that. She sucked me dry, continuing the “playful big sis” slutty talk until I blew my load into her mouth.
“Maybe I’ll just let your friends take turns with me…Bet you’d like that, huh? You little perv!” She began stroking my dick faster. I felt like I was getting overwhelmed with pleasure. For the first time, my old way of pleasuring myself (porn), had crossed streams with what I wanted so long (fucking my sister). On top of it all, she was (at least for playfulness) telling me it would be ok for my friends and I to gangbang her (which was always one of my favorite fantasies with her. Well, that and my best friend and I trading big sisters to fuck!)

She continued tapping into my fetish. Verbally teasing me with mental scenarios of what she was going to let my friends do to her, as I just sat there getting my dick played with while the sound of the porno echoed in the background. “Do you want them all to cum inside your big sister? Is that what you want? Am I a big slut in your fantasies? Can I handle their dicks, or do I get overwhelmed? Tell me, little perv!” I couldn’t answer. I loved when she treated me this way. I don’t recall all the things she said, but she went on and on, saying things that she bet I fantasized about. I couldn’t take it anymore, and blew my load all over her face, which made her say one last thing “I bet you wish your friends could cum on me too, huh?” If I had anymore cum left in me, I would have sprayed her then!

She sat beside me, hugging me as we finished watching the porn. Now that the sexual stuff was over, we had a legitimate conversation about it. She wasn’t offended, but confused. I explained that my friends voted her as the number 1 big sister to fuck. She was flattered and laughed. Then joked “maybe I’ll take them up on that offer! Do they also have big dicks, like you? lol!”
“Would you…ever let us…you know…” I struggled to ask. Her face got serious. She took a second to answer: “I mean, that would be too many people to include in our little secret. I mean, you want me to fuck your three best friends AND you? I doubt your friends would keep their mouths shut. What if they tell people we’re fucking? It’s not smart, buddy.”

She saw me look ashamed. Ever the big sister, even despite us being free use fuck buddies, she comforted me by playing with my hair. She mentioned that we could always pretend, and that was good enough.

My next/last story will be about finally doing anal with her.

She had come to visit us few days back. She loves being active. She is always this high energy person that even cant match. She was encouraging me to dance with her and I agreed.

I was going aroud her with some bending. While we were doing that I accidently held her tit. But then I gave it intentional squeeze to be funny and I liked the feel. So I gave it some more squeezes while mom felt it and shook my hand away.

Soon after mom was grabbing my both tits like they were handles. Not even focused on dancing but grabbing my titties. So I retaliated and grabbed hers. Hers were also much easier to grab on to so I had upper hand. But she had stronger hands so I was in more pain.

We both were laughing and giggling but are actually competitive and kept escalating. Trying to protect our own but grabbing onto others. We ended up play fighting trying to be the last one to squeeze other's titties on sofa. When we were done I told her my husband would have cummed himself to death if he was here and still gave that last squeeze and mom immediately relatliated. I had to give up but said well I have sucked your titties and went to my room.

After my father passed away, my mother was only 41, and suddenly her entire world seemed to become very quiet.

My parents had always been extremely close. Their marriage was affectionate and passionate, and my mother had never really experienced life without him. After his death, she was devastated and incredibly lonely.

I started sleeping in the same room as her because I didn't want her to feel alone at night. She would sometimes cry herself to sleep, and I would hold her and gently stroke her hair until she calmed down.

Those nights became a strange little routine. We talked, cried, remembered my father, and tried to make sense of a life that had changed overnight.

Looking back, I realize that the closeness between us gradually became complicated. Grief can blur boundaries in ways you don't recognize while you're living through it. What began as a son trying to comfort his mother slowly became an intensely uncomfortable emotional entanglement.

At the time, neither of us seemed to understand where that closeness was heading.

And that's where my story really begins.

About 5 years ago during the pandemic, my sister texted me about going camping with her as her boyfriend had to bail due to a work obligation. She didn’t want to go alone and had already taken the time off of work. I love camping and the outdoors so I agreed, used a few sick days, and packed up my stuff to meet her out at one of our favorite camping spots growing up.

For reference and visualization purposes, my sister was 24 at the time, she’s 5’2”, half Asian/half white, medium length black hair that had the tips bleached blonde (almost white), slim with nice hips, a cute round ass, and small B cup tits. I was 22, 6’1”, bit of a dad bod type.

We had a chill first day. We went on a nice long hike, swam in the lake, and then just kicked it by the fire making food, having a few drinks and smoking a few joints. Unfortunately, an unexpected thunderstorm brought in some heavy rain, and we were forced back to our tents early.

I was just hanging out, wearing shorts but no shirt, laying on top of my sleeping bag reading a book with my headlamp and listening to some music in my earbuds. All of the sudden my tent opens and my soaking wet sister dives inside to get out of the rain.

“Yo what the fuck are you doing?” I said

“My tent sprung a major leak, everything is soaked” she said.

“Alright well you can chill in here until the rain stops and we’ll figure it out”

I popped my headphones back in and continued my book. Eventually falling asleep. A few hours later, I woke up on my side with my back to my sister who had also fallen asleep waiting for the rain to stop. I took a quick listen and could still hear some rain so I just closed my eyes again. Shortly after I felt my sister also turn onto her side and shift closer to me. I could feel her breath on my shoulder and neck, and a few second later, she flopped her arm over my waist and was basically spooning me. I really didn’t want to wake her up, as she is known to get real mean when woken up out of a deep sleep. I figured she was just instinctually cuddling me as she would her boyfriend at home, so I just let her stay there. Another few minutes go by, and she used her arm around me to pull herself in even closer, I could feel her tits in one of my tshirts pressing up on my back and her face now very close to my neck. I shifted as far as I could in my small tent away from her but she pulled me back, and when I looked over, she was awake looking at me. I was really nervous at this point, I’d always thought she was a cute girl but never thought about anything like this before.

“You good?” I said

“Sorry, it’s a small tent and I’m cold and usually cuddle with my boyfriend all night”

I didn’t know what to do so I just let her cuddle up to me thinking that would be the end of it.

Slowly, her hand started moving around on my chest, down my sides. Her breath got heavier in my ear, and I started feeling my cock grow in my shorts. I slid backwards closer to her. She gave me a kiss on the neck and reached her hand down to the waistline of my shorts, slipping a finger in them and sliding it all the way to the front, right about my now rock hard dick.

I flipped from my side to my back, and without hesitation took my shorts off to reveal my hard, 7 inch cock. She took it in her hand and kissed me hard. Stroking it up and down slowly. She spit on her hand and continued. This time a little faster with a bit of a twisting motion. I was so shocked that this was happening but I couldn’t get myself to say stop. Before I knew it I was trembling and muttered out “I’m gonna cum”.

She kissed below my ear as she stroked it, which pushed me over the edge and a blew a huge load straight up in the air all over my stomach and her hand. She calmly licked my cum off her hand and wiped up the rest off of me and rolled over and went back to sleep. I didn’t sleep another minute all night.

In the morning, she woke up and got out of the tent as I pretended to still be sleeping. I got out a few minutes later and she was making breakfast on the fire. We went for another hike and spent the rest of the day hanging out awkwardly with no mention of what happened.

part 2 coming soon :)

My brother 25 and I were watching a movie together We were under a blanket. We've had a few very tame sexual experiences together and have masturbated together before but never like this. I tried ignoring it at first but it started to increase in force and frequency. I got slightly weirded out so I asked him about it. I didn't expect him to just flat out admit his was masturbating. I was caught off guard but also turned on by his shameless self pleasure. He gave me a cheeky smile and then slowly started up again. I started inching closer to him as I asked him if it was the sec scene that turned him on.

I finally got slow enough that my side could feel his arm slowly stroking his hard dick. I ran my hand down his forearm and then to his hand where I pulled it off of him, then I wrapped my hand around his rock hard cock and started stroking him. It didn't take long for me to have him breathing heavily and shifting in place. He quickly came in my hand and over himself and I let him grow soft in my hand. He realized the mess he made and rushed to clean it all. He got up and cleaned everything except for the cum on my hand but he locked himself in his room after he finished. I tasted it before washing it off and then went back to my room and made myself cum hard.

23 F and my brother is 20 and we live together with our other brother who is 25. My younger brother wanted to have a party and my older brother wanted to bring girls. I told them its a bad idea it should be small with our main friends. Next thing you know 1 hours go by everyone comes and we are partying. My younger brother is drunk, i have a dress on and he jokingly takes out one of my boobs and im also drunk so i laugh and i said oops how did that get out and he said that they looked really pretty. I said stop your my brother and i walked to my room cuz everyone was in the living room drinking, singing, and dancing. He followe behind me and he said let me see them again. As i stopd there i thought to myself i lowkey always wanted this so when he asked again i walked up to the door end closed it and i walked up to him and i kissed him. His face was in complete shock but when i did he kissed me baack and i felt complete relieve. He then took my dress off i took his clothes off and we started fucking. Like seriously he didnt take his hands offf me it was the best fuck ever and i thought maybe we can do this for the rest of out lives. While he was fucking he was licking my breast, and turning me upside down and etc. he asked where he should finish and i said in me and he was hesistant but he did it!

Last night I F18 was beginning my normal bedtime routine (Getting fucked up gooning) When I heard the front door open and heard sounds of two people moving around loudly banging into stuff. My sister F22 probably thought I was asleep because I had school the next morning and my parents were on a trip. I was still pretty surprised when they didn’t head to her room immediately so I snuck out of my room and went towards the balcony where you can see over into the living room.

There she was being torn out of her clothes (A short black skirt and low cut white top) by this giant fucking guy. I honestly was kinda jealous watching her as she got picked up by him and thrown against the couch. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his crotch as she lay there. She unbuckled his pants and I watched the fattest cock i’ve ever seen fall out. I swear to god it sent a wet trail down my leg. She was deep throating it before I even knew what was happening. She was such an expert and was barely even gagging on it. I watched in amazement, loving every second. Pretty soon he pulled her away and got behind her. He fucked her from behind as he spanked her and she was moaning like crazy, even calling him daddy at some point. I have no idea how she expected me not to hear them. They fucked in every position until he flipped her on her back and started stroking above her face. Thats when I saw her look up straight at me. I swear to god she looked right in my eyes and winked at me right as he erupted and sent rope after rope onto her pretty face. It was probably the hottest thing ive ever seen.

Last night I F18 was beginning my normal bedtime routine (Getting fucked up gooning) When I heard the front door open and heard sounds of two people moving around loudly banging into stuff. My sister F22 probably thought I was asleep because I had school the next morning and my parents were on a trip. I was still pretty surprised when they didn’t head to her room immediately so I snuck out of my room and went towards the balcony where you can see over into the living room.

There she was being torn out of her clothes (A short black skirt and low cut white top) by this giant fucking guy. I honestly was kinda jealous watching her as she got picked up by him and thrown against the couch. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his crotch as she lay there. She unbuckled his pants and I watched the fattest cock i’ve ever seen fall out. I swear to god it sent a wet trail down my leg. She was deep throating it before I even knew what was happening. She was such an expert and was barely even gagging on it. I watched in amazement, loving every second. Pretty soon he pulled her away and got behind her. He fucked her from behind as he spanked her and she was moaning like crazy, even calling him daddy at some point. I have no idea how she expected me not to hear them. They fucked in every position until he flipped her on her back and started stroking above her face. Thats when I saw her look up straight at me. I swear to god she looked right in my eyes and winked at me right as he erupted and sent rope after rope onto her pretty face. It was probably the hottest thing ive ever seen.

So I (20) didn’t see my dad (48) much growing up, we lived in different states. I hardly saw him but I know he’d always write me letters talking about how proud he was of his little girl. I kept all of them, but he and my mom despised each other. She wouldn’t let me see him and she had sole custody. I decided when I had the money, I was going to fly to Chicago to see him. Grab lunch, catch a movie, something.

The day finally came. I flew into O’Hare and there he was, waiting for me. I saw his ginger hair, just like mine, with hints of grey sprinkled all throughout. I ran up to him and shouted “dad!”. He picked me up and hugged me so tightly. His smile was so contagious, causing me to beam. He carried my suitcase to his car and opened the door for me, gesturing me to get in. The hour drive back to his house wasn’t as awkward as I had thought. He had his hand on my thigh while he talked which I thought nothing of. We made it back to his and things were wonderful. He took me to the Hello Kitty cafe, we explored Chicago, and we had long, deep conversations.

Then I saw it, I went to bug him one morning and he had just gotten out of the shower, his hair wet and messy and his towel dropped down to his ankles. Oh. My. God. He was huge. I instantly soaked my underwear and went to the bathroom to take care of myself. I felt so incredibly guilty because well, that’s my fucking dad. Over time I saw him catching glances at me too, which I wanted. I walk around the house braless or in my underwear, or shower with the door open.

We decided to drink together one night and that’s when everything changed. I was so absolutely shit faced that I just leaned over and kissed him. He tasted like cigarette smoke and beer. I remember so vividly him looking me in the eyes and saying, “I’ve been waiting for you to do that forever, kiddo.” And pulls me back in for a long, passionate make out session. I could feel how hard he was pressed against me so I climb onto his lap and straddle him, saying “please daddy.” He grumbles under his breath and carries me upstairs to his room, and throws me onto the bed. We hastily undress each other and make the most passionate love I’ve ever had. The best I’ve ever had. It lasted for about 2 hours and we passed out next to each other. Once we woke up, we just talked about it. We had feelings for one another. To this day he comes home to his little girl eagerly waiting for him, with dinner and stories from each others day. He works for the CTA so he always has some crazy stories about driving a bus. I’m finishing up my undergraduate degree but this is my life now. With him, my dad AND my fiance. The same man.

INT. ROHAN'S BEDROOM - MORNING

Golden shafts of sunlight cut through the dust motes, landing across a disheveled bed. The room smells of stale cologne and teenage slumber.

KUSUM (30s, draped in a sheer floral saree that clings to her curves) stands over the bed. Her eyes track the movement under the cotton sheet. A prominent, rigid ridge pushes against the fabric.

Kusum's breath hitches. She reaches out, her fingers grazing the warmth of the protrusion.

ROHAN (22, athletic, eyes half-open) groans. He feels the touch. He doesn't move away. Instead, he grips her wrist.

ROHAN

You've been staring for a while, Chachi.

Kusum doesn't pull back. A slow, predatory smile spreads across her lips.

KUSUM

I didn't know you were hiding such a monster under these sheets.

Rohan jerks her arm, pulling her down. Kusum lets out a sharp gasp as she lands on her back, her saree twisting around her waist.

ROHAN

Stop talking and show me if you're as brave as you look.

Kusum laughs, a low, throaty sound. She sits up, the fabric of her saree sliding down her shoulder, exposing a glimpse of a lace strap.

KUSUM

Brave? I'm terrified of what you'll do to me.

ROHAN

Then let's get these clothes out of the way. Get naked, Chachi. The real pleasure starts when there's nothing between us.

Kusum's eyes ignite. She stands slowly. Her hands find the tuck of her saree at the waist. With one fluid motion, the silk cascades to the floor in a pool of floral fabric. Her petticoat follows, sliding down her hips with a soft hiss.

She stands in a crimson lace bra and matching panties. Her skin glows in the morning light.

KUSUM

Look at me. I am yours now. Completely.

She reaches behind her back. The click of the bra hook echoes in the quiet room. The lace drops. Her breasts are heavy, full, the nipples already peaked and hard. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slides them down her thighs.

She stands bare, her legs slightly parted.

KUSUM

Well? What are you waiting for? Am I what you saw in your dreams, or am I better?

Rohan sits up, his gaze sweeping over her. He reaches for her, his hand gripping her thigh.

ROHAN

Better. Your pussy is a perfect shade of pink. Come here. Get in the 69 position. I want to taste you while you take care of me.

Kusum lets out a shaky breath. She flips her body, sliding down the bed so her hips align with his face and her face rests against his groin.

KUSUM

So you want to lick me today? Let's see if your tongue is as sweet as your words.

She leans forward, enveloping his length in her mouth. At the same time, Rohan's tongue finds the wet crease of her folds. He laps upward, a long, slow stroke from the base to the clitoris.

Kusum moans into him, the sound muffled by his skin. She uses her fingers to spread herself wider, guiding his tongue deeper into her heat.

KUSUM

Mmm... lick... just like that...

Rohan pulls back for a second, his lips glistening.

ROHAN

You taste incredible, Chachi.

KUSUM

(Pulling back, breathless)

You like the taste of your aunt? Now go deeper, beta. Quench the thirst of my pussy.

She presses her hips firmly against his face, her juices coating his chin. She returns to his shaft, sucking with a rhythmic intensity that makes Rohan's back arch off the mattress.

ROHAN

Enough. I can't take the teasing anymore. Everything is soaking wet. Let's merge. Get on your back. Missionary. I want to feel every inch of you.

Kusum rolls over, her movements languid. She spreads her legs wide, presenting her glistening opening to him. Her chest heaves, breasts bouncing with every breath.

KUSUM

Come then. Don't make me wait. Fill your Chachi's pussy with your cock.

Rohan moves between her legs. He guides the head of his member against her wetness. The friction creates a soft, squelching sound.

KUSUM

Look how wet I am for you. Now, slide in. Look into my eyes and fuck me.

Rohan thrusts. He enters halfway.

ROHAN

Aah, Chachi... the tip is inside. It's so hot in here.

Kusum's eyes flutter shut. A long, guttural moan escapes her. She wraps her legs around his waist, locking him in.

KUSUM

Yes... more... go deeper. Fill me up completely.

Rohan pushes further, his muscles straining. The skin of their bellies slaps together.

ROHAN

I'm halfway in.

KUSUM

(Hissing)

Only half? When does the rest come? My pussy is still hungry. Lift your hips... push it all the way in. Tear me open. I'm open for you.

Rohan delivers a powerful, singular thrust. He bottoms out, his pelvis crashing against hers.

KUSUM

(Screaming)

Aah!

Her body jolts. Her nails dig into the muscles of his back, leaving red crescents. She clings to him, her internal muscles clamping tight around him.

KUSUM

Yes... now it's all inside. Mmm... so deep. I feel so full.

She pulls his neck down, whispering into his ear, her voice trembling.

KUSUM

Don't stop. Fuck me. Hard. Give me everything. Tonight, I am only your woman.

Rohan begins a rhythmic assault. The bed frame knocks against the wall. Each thrust is deep and deliberate.

ROHAN

It feels like your pussy is welcoming my cock.

KUSUM

(Laughing breathlessly)

Welcoming? It's not a welcome, beta. It's a summons. My pussy won't just hold you; it will squeeze every drop of essence out of you. Fuck me until I forget I'm your aunt. Until I'm just your slut.

Rohan increases the pace. He leans down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. Their tongues clash and tangle.

KUSUM

Mmm... yes... fill my mouth with your tongue and my pussy with your cock.

Rohan's thrusts become frantic. The sound of their joining becomes a wet, rhythmic slapping.

ROHAN

I'm hitting it, Chachi! I'm hitting the back!

KUSUM

Yes! Break me! Make me crazy!

Rohan's breathing turns into ragged gasps. He feels the pressure building in his loins.

ROHAN

I'm going to blow my load in your womb, Chachi. While I kiss you. Tell me you want it. Ask for my seed.

Kusum's eyes glaze over with lust. She pulls him closer, her voice a desperate whisper.

KUSUM

Yes... come... pour your hot seed into my womb. I am yours. I'm begging for it. Fill me up.

Rohan lets out a primal roar. He thrusts one last time, burying himself to the hilt. He freezes, his body shuddering as he releases a massive torrent of semen deep inside her.

KUSUM

(Gasping)

Aah... yes... fill me... fill the womb of your Chachi...

Rohan remains inside her, his heart hammering against her ribs.

ROHAN

It's still coming... I can't stop. There's so much.

KUSUM

(Smiling)

Then let it flow. I'll soak it all up. My womb is hungry for you.

They lie in silence for a moment, the only sound their synchronized, heavy breathing.

ROHAN

It's still leaking. I think I overfilled you. It's spilling out the sides.

Kusum looks down. A thick, white cream is oozing from their junction, staining the sheets. She reaches down, dips a finger into the fluid, and brings it to her lips.

KUSUM

Mmm... so thick. So warm. See? My pussy can't even hold it all.

She cups his face, her eyes searching his.

KUSUM

But don't pull out yet. Stay inside. I want to feel you pulsing. I want to feel the warmth settling.

They stay locked together, kissing deeply, the scent of sex heavy in the air. After several minutes, Rohan stirs.

ROHAN

I can feel it. It's happening again. My cock is getting hard inside you.

KUSUM

(Giggling)

Again? You're a machine, beta. Then don't leave. If you're ready, I'm ready. Give me more.

Rohan begins to move again, but the excess fluid creates a distinct, squelching sound.

ROHAN

Listen to that. It sounds like a swamp in there. Pacha-pacha.

KUSUM

(Biting her lip)

I hear it. I feel it. The sound of your seed mixing with my juices. It's the most beautiful sound in the world. Now, fuck me again.

Rohan thrusts, the sound intensifying. They ride the wave of pleasure for another hour, alternating positions, until they are both spent.

KUSUM

Now... take it out. I want to see the fountain.

Rohan slowly withdraws. As the head of his cock clears her opening, a jet of white fluid sprays across the sheets.

ROHAN

Look at that! It's like a fountain!

Kusum watches, mesmerized. She reaches out, catching a drop of the fluid.

KUSUM

Beautiful. Now, before we clean up... let me taste the mixture.

She leans down, licking the residue from his shaft, mixing his semen with her own vaginal secretions.

KUSUM

The perfect blend.

ROHAN

We're filthy, Chachi. The bed is a disaster. Let's go to the bathroom. We can finish the cleaning there... and maybe start again in the water.

KUSUM

(Winking)

I like the way you think.

INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS

The bathroom is large, with a tiled floor and a wide shower area. In the corner, GEETA (20, petite, innocent features) is scrubbing clothes. She is completely naked, her modest breasts and small hips exposed as she bends over a tub of soapy water.

Rohan and Kusum enter, both stark naked and glistening with sweat and seed.

Geeta looks up. Her eyes go wide. She freezes, her hand still holding a piece of fabric.

Kusum closes the door behind them with a click.

KUSUM

(To Geeta)

Oh, Geeta. You're already naked. What a coincidence.

Geeta stammers, her face turning a deep shade of crimson.

GEETA

Memsahib! Rohan Baba! I... I didn't know... I was just washing...

Kusum walks toward her, her hips swaying. She places a hand on Rohan's chest, pulling him closer.

KUSUM

Relax, Geeta. There's no need for shame here. Look at Rohan. Look at what he's carrying.

Geeta's gaze drops to Rohan's erect cock. She gasps, her hand covering her mouth.

GEETA

It's... it's so big. Memsahib, how could anyone... how could I ever take that?

KUSUM

(Whispering in Geeta's ear)

You can, Geeta. If you let us teach you. Rohan and I aren't just aunt and nephew anymore. We are lovers. And today, you're invited to the party.

GEETA

(Trembling)

I... I've never... I'm a virgin, Memsahib.

KUSUM

(Smiling)

Even better. A fresh flower for our garden. Rohan, look at her. Isn't she delicious?

ROHAN

She's perfect.

KUSUM

(To Geeta)

Do you want to know what it feels like, Geeta? To be filled by a man like this?

Geeta looks at Rohan, then at Kusum. The curiosity begins to outweigh the fear. She nods slowly.

KUSUM

Then let's go back to the bedroom. The bathroom is too cramped for the kind of lessons I have in mind.

INT. BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER

The three of them enter the room. Geeta stops dead, staring at the bed. The sheets are stained with large, white patches of dried and wet semen.

GEETA

Memsahib... what is all this? Is this... from Rohan Baba?

KUSUM

(Laughing)

Yes, Geeta. That's the evidence of our morning. He filled me so many times that I overflowed.

Kusum reaches down, swipes a finger across the sheet, and brings it to Geeta's lips.

KUSUM

Taste it. See how thick and warm it is.

Geeta hesitantly licks the finger. Her eyes widen.

GEETA

It's... it's salty. But sweet.

KUSUM

Now you know. Now, show Rohan how much you appreciate him. Get on your knees.

Geeta obeys, sinking to the floor. She looks up at Rohan's cock, her breath coming in short bursts.

GEETA

I... I don't know how.

KUSUM

(Guiding Geeta's head)

Just open your mouth, Geeta. Start with the tip. Suckle it like a baby.

Geeta leans in, her lips tentatively touching the glans. She winces as she tries to take more.

GEETA

It's too big! It's hitting the back of my throat!

ROHAN

Take it all, Geeta. All the way to the hilt.

KUSUM

(Holding Geeta's head firmly)

Easy, Geeta. Breathe through your nose. Open wide. Let it slide in.

Kusum pushes Geeta's head forward. Rohan groans as Geeta's throat tightens around him. Geeta gags slightly, her eyes watering, but she doesn't pull away.

KUSUM

(To Rohan)

Look at her. So young, so eager. I've brought you a wonderful gift, haven't I?

ROHAN

The best gift ever.

Rohan pulls Geeta's hair gently, guiding the rhythm. Geeta begins to find the beat, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks.

KUSUM

(Watching, rubbing her own clitoris)

Mmm... keep going. I love watching you two.

After a few minutes, Rohan pulls out. Geeta looks up, a string of saliva connecting her lip to his cock.

ROHAN

My turn to give her a real lesson. Chachi, get her ready.

Kusum smiles. She pushes Geeta onto the bed, lifting her legs. Kusum leans down, her tongue finding Geeta's tight, virgin opening.

GEETA

(Squealing)

Aah! Memsahib! That feels... strange!

KUSUM

(Muffled)

Mmm... so sweet. So tight. You're like a locked door, Geeta. Let me unlock it for you.

Kusum licks with precision, circling the clitoris, then diving deep into the crease. Geeta's hips begin to buck. Her breath becomes a series of high-pitched whimpers.

KUSUM

(Pulling back)

There. She's dripping. She's ready for the key.

Rohan positions himself. He grips Geeta's thighs, pulling them back toward her chest.

GEETA

(Panic returning)

Wait! It's too big! I'm scared!

KUSUM

(Kissing Geeta's forehead)

Don't be scared, baby. The pain lasts a second, but the pleasure lasts a lifetime. Just relax.

Rohan pushes. The resistance is immediate. Geeta lets out a sharp cry.

ROHAN

It's too tight, Chachi! I can't get in!

KUSUM

(Taking hold of Rohan's cock, guiding it)

Push slowly, Rohan. Use your weight.

Rohan gives a steady, firm shove. There is a distinct "pop" sound. Geeta screams, her body stiffening. A small trickle of bright red blood begins to flow, mixing with the lubrication.

ROHAN

I'm in. I'm halfway in.

GEETA

(Sobbing)

It hurts! It hurts so much!

KUSUM

(Whispering)

Shhh... look at the blood, Geeta. That's the mark of a woman. You're not a girl anymore. You're a woman now. Rohan is your first. Feel him inside you.

Rohan stays still, letting her adjust. Slowly, the sobbing stops. The pain fades into a dull throb, then a strange, heavy warmth.

GEETA

(Breathless)

It... it feels full.

ROHAN

Now we start the real work.

Rohan begins to move. Short, shallow strokes at first. Then, as Geeta begins to moan, he deepens the thrusts.

KUSUM

(Watching intently)

Look at her face, Rohan. She's discovering the world.

They continue for a while, Rohan being mindful of her limits. Eventually, he pulls out, leaving Geeta breathless and shaking.

GEETA

I... I need to clean myself.

KUSUM

Go on, Geeta. Wash away the blood. Come back and watch how a professional does it.

Geeta retreats to the bathroom. Rohan turns to Kusum.

ROHAN

My turn again. But not missionary.

KUSUM

(Grinning)

I was hoping you'd say that.

Kusum drops to her hands and knees. She arches her back, pushing her rear high into the air. Her heavy breasts hang down, swaying.

KUSUM

Look at me, Rohan. My ass is up, my pussy is open and dripping. Come and take what's yours.

Geeta returns, standing at the edge of the bed. She watches with wide eyes.

KUSUM

Watch closely, Geeta. This is how you please a man. This is the art of the doggy style.

Rohan doesn't hesitate. He lunges forward, his entire length disappearing into Kusum in one violent thrust.

KUSUM

(Screaming)

Aah! Yes! Right there!

Rohan begins a brutal pace. The sound of their impact is like a drumbeat.

KUSUM

(Gasping)

Do you see, Geeta? See how he fills me? See how I take every inch?

Rohan reaches forward, grabbing Geeta and pulling her into a passionate kiss while he continues to hammer into Kusum.

KUSUM

(Moaning)

Mmm... yes... kiss her while you fuck me. Make us both yours.

The room is filled with the sounds of wet friction and heavy panting. Rohan's pace becomes frantic.

ROHAN

I'm close! I'm going to blow!

KUSUM

(Urgent)

Stop! Get out! Both of us want it!

Rohan pulls out quickly. Kusum and Geeta immediately drop to their knees in front of him. They flank his cock, their faces inches from the pulsing vein.

KUSUM

Now, beta. Give it to us.

Rohan lets out a long, guttural groan. He erupts. Thick, white jets of semen shoot forward. Kusum catches the first wave in her mouth, swallowing greedily. Geeta, hesitating, catches a splash on her cheek and lip.

KUSUM

(Swallowing)

Mmm... so hot.

Geeta looks at the fluid on her lip and makes a face, attempting to spit it out.

KUSUM

(Sternly)

Geeta! What are you doing? You don't throw this away. This is the essence of the man. You drink it.

Kusum leans over and kisses Geeta, transferring a mouthful of the semen into Geeta's mouth.

KUSUM

Swallow it. Feel the warmth go down your throat.

Geeta, surprised, swallows. She blinks, her expression shifting from disgust to a strange kind of satisfaction.

GEETA

It... it tastes different when I swallow it.

KUSUM

(Smiling)

Now you're learning.

They both lean in, using their tongues to lick Rohan's shaft clean, ensuring not a single drop is wasted.

INT. BATHROOM - LATER

The three of them stand under the showerhead. Warm water cascades over their bodies, washing away the sweat and seed.

Rohan stands in the middle, Kusum and Geeta rubbing soap over his muscles.

KUSUM

(Leaning into Rohan's ear)

Today was a good start, beta. But I have so much more to teach you. And Geeta has so much more to learn.

ROHAN

I can't wait for tonight.

KUSUM

(Winking)

Then make sure you come back. I'll be waiting. And Geeta will be waiting too.

The three of them lean in for a shared, wet kiss under the falling water.

FADE OUT.