Me and Ashley got ready. When I finished, Ashley could not stop staring.
"Damn!" was all she could say. She looked a bit jealous at me in my outfit. Or maybe it was lustful. She wasn't into women that I knew of, but I admitted as I looked at myself in the mirror yet again, I looked hot.
I had been to a few boring college parties. Lets face it, Hollywood hypes the things up too much. But, I had never been to anything like a rave, but I had heard enough about them, and this outfit matched what I had seen on the internet.
When we arrived, I started feeling out of place. Most of the girls wore regular jeans or shorts and tops. Some in bikini tops. The music beat out its electronic, techno rhythm. At first I started to laugh, as I thought of the nerds with their techno music. But as we left the fringes, we saw people dancing, almost in a trance.
"I guess we know why they call it 'trance'," I said to Ashley.
People seemed to be in their own little world, some dancing slow, moving around in fluid motions, while others jumped and waved and ran around.
I watched one girl. Her eyes were closed, and she danced in her own little area, clear of others. Her arms undulated like a snake, weaving out to the sides, then in towards her body. Her torso snaked itself back and forth. Even her clothes made me feel like I was watching a person who was a snake, pattered like scales, green glinting as the sun hit it, sparkling. Tight shorts and a bikini top. Her movements were slow, not matching the rhythm, but still fitting it, and restrained. She was hypnotizing.
I looked away, realizing I was staring. I did not want to look like an idiot. Regaining my composure, I followed Ashley deeper into the rave.
I got more than a few looks, but not exactly what I expected. I felt disappointment welling up within me.
As we broke into the main area, I started to see why. On stages here and there, women danced in super short skirts, in bikinis. I saw a couple dancing, wearing only pasties across their nipples. Ashley gasped, and I looked where she was looking. One woman was dancing in a mesh bikini, and nothing else.
"Oh wow..." was all that Ashley could say. I had to agree. No way I would go out in something like that. "Is that even...legal?"
I just shook my head. It sort of drove home though how different this place was to the normal parties I had been to. I thought it would just be a large party with some drug use. It seemed like a whole other world.
It also made me more excited.
I found some xtc, and after arguing the price and realizing he wouldn't sell for less, agreed to buy one dose. For thirty dollars, I expected something better than what I got from Sam. Sadly, it was actually lower quality. I grumbled under my breath, wishing Sam was here.
As the sun set, the rave started...glowing. Laser shows were put on, and people started to light up. Glow in the dark bracelets, glowsticks, even glow in the dark clothes.
I laughed when I saw one guy walking around with, well, it looked like Christmas lights, wrapped around him.
With the xtc kicking in, it was amazing. Not as if I wasn't already feeling buzzed before, since me and Ashley had gotten stoned before coming and I had popped a couple morphine pills, but this just pushed it further, in exciting directions.
There was already a light show, but it seemed like the whole world turned into dancing, twisting, undulating lights. The lights blurred and mingled, leapt about and floating on the air. Soon, I was no longer even dancing with Ashley, but was floating among the lights. Rubbing up against them, feeling their warmth, feeling the light infuse my body, infuse my soul.
I eventually floated out of the main dance area, and off to the side noticed three guys standing around, near an empty, plain wooden stage. Nothing was going on on it, just random boxes and other things stacked on top. I went over to look at what they were doing, and notice they passed around this little glass tube. It was a cylinder, rounded at the top. It looked like a bullet, with a little handle like thing sticking out the side. Or a tap? I couldn't figure out what the little thing was that protruded from it.
Inside was white powder, and they took a tiny spoon and scooped out the powder from a small vial, putting it into the bullet looking thing. Finally I remembered what this was. A cocaine bullet. It was used so you could use the cocaine without all the hassle of finding a surface, running the lines. A way to use it discreetly.
I watched each, and felt my mouth water. That sounded great. I almost squealed with delight when I saw them fill it up again and hold it out. I looked around, and noticed I was the only one watching them.
"Yes, you. Want some?" The one holding the bullet asked.
I could feel my pulse pound as I walked towards it. I hesitated, and looked around.
"Won't we get in trouble?" They looked at each other, looked at me like I was a complete idiot, then answered.
"No..." one of the other guys said. "The cops don't come out here. And...this is a rave. It is pretty normal..." More staring at me like I was a total idiot.
I felt myself turn a bright red, and quickly grabbed it from him. I stuck the end into my nose and tried to snort. Nothing happened.
"You know what you're doing?" The guy asked who handed it to me.
I blushed even redder then tried again.
"Here, let me show you."
He took the annoying thing back, and covered the top with his finger. He then spun it upside down, turning the little handle thing, and tapped it lightly before turning it back over while turning the handle again.
He handed it back. "Try now."
I stuck it in my nose again, and snorted. I could feel the bite of the powder flooding into my nostril.
"Don't forget the other side." It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant. I had always only snorted coke on one side.
I fumbled around with it and finally got the stupid thing to work. I snorted and felt the other nostril fill with coke.
My head quickly started pounding and pulsing with the music around me. Not a bad pounding, but more like my brain was pulsing to the rhythm of the music washing over me.
I started dancing, right there, trying to make myself super sexy. It was my way of thanking them for sharing the coke with me. I went to them, one by one, pressing my body against theirs, wrapping my arms around them and held them close as I rubbed against them. By the time I was ready to dance with the third guy, I was feeling hot. It was the desert, and although the sun went down, body against body made sweat start beading my skin.
I pulled off the overdress, and danced in just my micro tube top and shorts. I kept noticing them occasionally glance towards the other women, in almost nothing. As if I wasn't sexy enough, they kept staring at women who were pretty much showing everything. I felt jealousy spike up hot inside me, and pushed myself to dance with them more provocatively, touching them, pressing my mouth against their ear. That got their attention, and soon they were focused back on me.
I noticed my top had been pushed down, showing my nipples, but didn't honestly care by this point. Looking over, I saw a guy and a girl having sex, right here in the open. It should have disgusted me, but it just turned me on.
They broke out the bullet again for another round of coke, and I joined in. We danced more, and I had to pull my arms out of the micro tube top. It had slid around my stomach, my breasts no longer even a little covered, and left me dancing topless. I laughed and danced anyways, ignoring it.
Suddenly, one of the guys fingers were pushing down the top front of my shorts. I felt myself panting as I let him feel around inside. On seeing this, the other two decided to make their own move, grabbing my breasts. I found myself between three guys forming a triangular wall around me. One was fondling my breast, and finally put my nipple in his hot mouth. I cried out slightly at the sudden, electric touch, sending waves of pure lust coursing through me.
The other shoved his hands down the back of my shorts, while the other started rubbing my clit.
Between the two shoving their hands down my shorts, my shorts didn't stand a chance, and soon was falling around my knees. I lifted my legs and let them drop to the ground, stepping out of them, as the two guys focused on my ass and pussy.
I brought my hands to the front of the two guys to either side's pants, and returned the favor, shoving my hand down the top of their pants, working past their underwear, until I finally was able to wrap my fingers around their hard cocks.
I spread my legs, giving them access to me, and while one just grabbed and pulled my ass, and the other squeezed my breast and twisted the nipple, the third, the one in front of me, pushed his fingers inside my pussy.
My knees gave way as I climaxed, already close prior to him inserting into me.
They lifted me up tried to bring me over to the wooden stage. I wiggled out of their grasp and walked over on my own.
I put my hands on the stage, my body at an angle, and danced for them again. I thrust my hips down, dropping almost to the ground, then slowly stood back up while swaying my hips back and forth.
Then, overcome with...something, I started twerking for them. I wasn't good at it, I hated twerking, and had always refused to do it. It always seemed low class, cheap, whorish, and...well, you get the point. But I did it.
They joined in. They bumped their groin against my ass and shoved hard, shoving me forward. Almost like rough sex without penetration. Ram into the back of me, then back off for the next. Soon, they were rotating, taking turns, and I found my hips stopping, just feeling them run into my ass. I bent my arms down, and eventually settled my face against the hard wood. As they ran into me, they also rubbed against my outer labia. The stimulation was incredible. I just sat there, trying not to move, so that when they shoved their pelvis against me, I could feel their bulge in their pants press against my excited lips. I pushed away from the edge against them, and as I cleared the edge of the empty stage, I bent down even farther. Fortunately, I am pretty flexible, so it was easy to do.
Now, when they rammed into me, they did so softer, after I almost fell over a couple times. My head was almost between my legs, forehead almost resting in the sand, legs spread two times my shoulder width, arms pressed in front of me. Basically, I was in a downward facing dog position.
They stopped, and I swung my neck forward so I could see why they stopped. I saw one coming up against me, but slowly.
I felt his penis penetrate my pussy in a rush. Fortunately, I was very wet by this point. I cried out as I felt him enter me. It felt strange. It felt wonderful. I wondered briefly if it hurt him, angled like this, his cock curved up, while my vagina cavity was angled down. High as we were by this point, I doubt either of us would have felt pain even if it did hurt. I didn't wonder about it much though, my mind not caring, and not thinking. Fleeting thought anyways.
He didn't slow down much, compared to their bumping, grabbing my hips to either side, using his arms to pull me against him hard. When he slipped out, once, twice, his cock slid up along my perineum, across my asshole, before he realigned himself and pushed back in. I rocked back and forth on my hands and feet, adding to our momentum.
He came inside me soon, not even five minutes after entering me. Normally my boyfriend would stop then, but we were moving so hard against each other that we didn't even stop for a second. The thought of my boyfriend was gone in a flash itself, not even giving me time to understand it. At this moment, I was not even sure what a boyfriend was. All I knew was my pussy felt hot, felt good. He kept on, cumming again, again. Three times in less than 15 minutes. My own body was lost in bliss, coke fueled climaxes tightening me up, leaving me helpless as he pulled me against him again and again.
After his third orgasm left him pulling me tight against his pelvis, his friends shoved him off.
"Our turn fucker."
The second one took me the same way, cumming twice more as he pounded against me. Climax after climax wracked me, my head spinning.
Finally, I collapsed after the second guy came inside me for the second time, my arms no longer able to hold me up, my legs folding on themselves.
The third guy, wanting his turn, lifted my up with a hand around my waist, shoving me against the stage floor, my legs on the ground as I lay against the cool wood.
My mind tried to say enough, I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be letting these guys use me, but the cocaine cloud prevented the though from getting through, leaving my pussy waiting, quivering, for him.
He mounted me like a dog, his legs pressed against mine, his chest resting against my back, shoving me against the wood, his arms above my head. He thrust hard, shoving my thighs against the wood. He pulled out and shoved again, hard, knocking the breath from me. Soon, he was pounding me like an animal gone wild. The other two had another sniff of the bullet, and one held it to my nose, telling me to sniff. I sniffed it, the burning offsetting the pounding, my nose on fire, my thighs on fire, my pussy on fire. Everything was burning up, and it felt wonderful. I let my raw lust take over as the third guy continue.
Three orgasms later from the guy on my back, and by now I couldn't even tell if I was climaxing anymore, they kept going, and he was pulling out. The first guy stepped back up and took his place. They took turns, over and over, and I lost count of how many times they came inside me total. Three the first, two the second, three the third. Then again, two, four, one. Two, one, two. Two, four, one.
Cum covered my legs, dripping from me, being pushed out by the next one. Line of coke after line of coke. Another, another, another. Finally, we all collapsed exhausted after five hours of animal, coke infused sex.
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Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Friday, September 4, 2015
Master-slave (Slave fantasy)
Here is a little one I wrote for someone. I think I am frustrating him, he doesn't seem to get what I write. Anyways, maybe my readers will here:
Master? Are you there?
Can you please help me master?
It is cold. It is dark.
I need you master.
I want to please you master.
Am I a good slave master?
Did I please you master?
I did what you told me.
I let all the boys use me.
They spanked me.
They whipped me.
They tied me to the bed and fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.
I was so sore by the end of it master.
They used my mouth master. Just like you said.
They used my pussy master. Just like you said.
They used my ass master. Just like you said.
So many master. I lost count. 10. 20. I don't know.
They fucked me soft master.
They fucked me hard master.
They used me once master.
They used me twice master.
They used me over and over and over again.
I don't know how long master.
1 hour.
2.
8.
A day.
Master? Are you there?
Can you please help me master?
It is cold. It is dark.
I need you master.
I want to please you master.
Am I a good slave master?
Did I please you master?
I did what you told me.
I let all the boys use me.
They spanked me.
They whipped me.
They tied me to the bed and fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.
I was so sore by the end of it master.
They used my mouth master. Just like you said.
They used my pussy master. Just like you said.
They used my ass master. Just like you said.
So many master. I lost count. 10. 20. I don't know.
They fucked me soft master.
They fucked me hard master.
They used me once master.
They used me twice master.
They used me over and over and over again.
I don't know how long master.
1 hour.
2.
8.
A day.
4.
10.
I lost track master.
I tried to please them all.
Some yelled at me master.
Some hit me master.
Some cussed at me master.
Some spit on me master.
I enjoyed it so master.
They walked me around naked master.
So many eyes, all over me master.
Seeing my most intimate parts.
They used me and used me and used me and used me.
I can still feel their cum inside me master.
In my stomach.
In my ass.
In my pussy.
In my hair.
On my skin.
Covered everywhere.
Dripping. Drying. Walking around, covered in their cum.
Was I good master?
I did like you asked.
10.
I lost track master.
I tried to please them all.
Some yelled at me master.
Some hit me master.
Some cussed at me master.
Some spit on me master.
I enjoyed it so master.
They walked me around naked master.
So many eyes, all over me master.
Seeing my most intimate parts.
They used me and used me and used me and used me.
I can still feel their cum inside me master.
In my stomach.
In my ass.
In my pussy.
In my hair.
On my skin.
Covered everywhere.
Dripping. Drying. Walking around, covered in their cum.
Was I good master?
I did like you asked.
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
The big game (Fantasy I wrote for someone)
Okay, here is a story I wrote for someone. I have been a bit moody lately, he put up with me, so I rewarded him.
"Hey, I am going to a party. Want to join?"
"Sure. It is boring here anyways."
I noticed one guy who kept leering at me. I could see his eyes checking me out.
A creepy feeling washed over me, but I ignored it.
The night continued, and I turned into the good little hostess, regardless of what I wanted. The men got louder, my husband and the others got drunker, and the one started to get a little...freer with his hands. Twice he tried to slip his hand up my dress. He tried to lift it. Kept trying to stare into my top.
Honestly, the guy creeped me out, but, I was annoyed. I wanted to slap my husband for not telling me before he asked if I wanted to join.
"Party" I snorted. The creepy guy heard me. He was handsome, but the way he kept looking at me, I wanted him gone.
"Hey, I am going to a party. Want to join?"
"Sure. It is boring here anyways."
I throw on one of my favorite dresses, some makeup, and we leave for the party.
We arrive, and I notice something strange. It seems it is all guys.
"Wait, I thought you said party?"
"Yeah, it is for the game tonight."
"Why didn't you tell me? I would have stayed home."
He knew how I hated these "game parties".
A bunch of men, yelling at the TV, and eating junk food.
I growled under my breath as we went in.
I looked around, and there were 10 guys, and no women.
Yeah, big surprise, that.
"Hey, great! Can you help us with the snacks?"
They looked directly at me. Like "Hey, it's a woman. She can serve us food."
It only made me more upset at my husband.
So, I did the "good little woman" thing, and started getting some snacks, beers out of the fridge, and passing them around.
I noticed one guy who kept leering at me. I could see his eyes checking me out.
A creepy feeling washed over me, but I ignored it.
The night continued, and I turned into the good little hostess, regardless of what I wanted. The men got louder, my husband and the others got drunker, and the one started to get a little...freer with his hands. Twice he tried to slip his hand up my dress. He tried to lift it. Kept trying to stare into my top.
Honestly, the guy creeped me out, but, I was annoyed. I wanted to slap my husband for not telling me before he asked if I wanted to join.
"Party" I snorted. The creepy guy heard me. He was handsome, but the way he kept looking at me, I wanted him gone.
But, he also gave me an idea on how to get revenge.
I whispered something in his ear, and he asked the creepy guy to leave.
"Thank you," I told him, and honored my end of the deal. He stood there, grinning like some silly school boy.
I slipped my panties off, being careful not to expose anything, and handed them to him. My husband's jaw dropped open, but he didn't say anything.
After that, I decided to have a drink or two myself. I might as well try to have some fun.
As the night wore on, I got a few looks, more curious than anything. Some of the guys did admire me, but it didn't make my skin crawl like the other guy.
As I drank, I noticed my legs were slightly parted.
That gave me another idea.
I shifted my dress up a bit and say there, legs spread wide.
One of the guys looked at me, and I knew from the angle he was at he saw more of me than he expected, sitting there, in a dress, legs spread.
I also knew he did because suddenly he was spitting and sputtering, as his drink went down the wrong way.
I smiled at him, and he smiled weakly at me, then turned away.
But, he could not seem to take his eyes off me out of the corner of his eye.
I whispered something in his ear, and he asked the creepy guy to leave.
"Thank you," I told him, and honored my end of the deal. He stood there, grinning like some silly school boy.
I slipped my panties off, being careful not to expose anything, and handed them to him. My husband's jaw dropped open, but he didn't say anything.
After that, I decided to have a drink or two myself. I might as well try to have some fun.
As the night wore on, I got a few looks, more curious than anything. Some of the guys did admire me, but it didn't make my skin crawl like the other guy.
As I drank, I noticed my legs were slightly parted.
That gave me another idea.
I shifted my dress up a bit and say there, legs spread wide.
One of the guys looked at me, and I knew from the angle he was at he saw more of me than he expected, sitting there, in a dress, legs spread.
I also knew he did because suddenly he was spitting and sputtering, as his drink went down the wrong way.
I smiled at him, and he smiled weakly at me, then turned away.
But, he could not seem to take his eyes off me out of the corner of his eye.
My husband was pretty much completely drunk by now, and many of the others were too, but not all. Some didn't seem to be drinking much.
I felt a bit tipsy myself. I was not used to drinking.
I grabbed my husband, and pulled him next to me.
He looked at my exposed legs, and put his hand on them.
"I didn't realize your dress was that short." He didn't even seem to realize I had pulled it up.
Tipsy, a bit mad at him, I pushed his hand further up. Poor him, he didn't realize it wasn't for him, it was for the others.
He didn't even think about everyone seeing his wife, just got caught up in the moment. His hand slipped up my leg, exposing my entire outer thigh.
From his angle, you couldn't see much, but I could see more eyes turning towards us. And many of those eyes could see more than my husband could.
Several of those eyes stayed on us.
I turned my head towards my husband, lips connecting, kissing him deeply. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, but I am also a little irrational when I get angry. And can be very petty. When I get like that, I can take things a little too far.
I felt a bit tipsy myself. I was not used to drinking.
I grabbed my husband, and pulled him next to me.
He looked at my exposed legs, and put his hand on them.
"I didn't realize your dress was that short." He didn't even seem to realize I had pulled it up.
Tipsy, a bit mad at him, I pushed his hand further up. Poor him, he didn't realize it wasn't for him, it was for the others.
He didn't even think about everyone seeing his wife, just got caught up in the moment. His hand slipped up my leg, exposing my entire outer thigh.
From his angle, you couldn't see much, but I could see more eyes turning towards us. And many of those eyes could see more than my husband could.
Several of those eyes stayed on us.
I turned my head towards my husband, lips connecting, kissing him deeply. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, but I am also a little irrational when I get angry. And can be very petty. When I get like that, I can take things a little too far.
Too drunk to really think about where he was, he got into the kiss. Soon, his hands were trying to explore my body. He grasped my breast through my dress, squeezing it slightly.
He also ran his hand over the top of my upper thigh, then towards the front. Feeling nothing there, except me, drove his lust higher. He no longer even thought about, and not even sure he remembered, the others around us. His hands pushed my dress up, fully exposing me.
I did not forget where we were, or who was around us though. I watched them, and their eyes, glued to my husband's hand meeting my naked pussy.
He pulled my legs apart, pushed his fingers inside me. I almost climaxed, doing this, here, in front of all these men.
His other hand went around behind my neck. Our lips still locked, our tongues still exploring, he fumbled around, trying to find the zipper.
No one said a word. The TV, the game, had become the only noise other than my husband's heavy breaths.
I reached over, stroking the front of his pants. He was finally erect. I wasn't completely sure he would be able to with how drunk he was.
I played around with the cloth, covering his penis. Played with the zipper. Finally, he found the clasp of my dress, undid it, started to try to unzip it.
I say try, because he wasn't doing that great. Fumbly fingers don't do well with dress zippers.
He tugged, and his fingers slipped. He found, and they slipped again.
I turned him sideways, hands on his knees, guiding him, so if he looked straight, he would not suddenly remember where he was.
Then, I stood up, dress settling back in place again, and kneeled on the couch in front of him.
I bent down, face in his lap, unzipping his pants with my teeth. Finally, they were down.
This let him get better access to the zipper in the back. Reaching over my head he was able to slowly get it down.
I pulled his underwear with my teeth, not wanting to use my hands. Why? I don't know, more challenge, and maybe I could match his pace, so I freed him while he freed me.
He got the zipper down, exposing my back, causing the front to fall forward slightly. The men watching got an eyeful of my breasts, at least from the side. I no longer watched them, but could feel them watching us.
I freed his penis before he could get the zipper over my hips. It might expose my top, but the dress was by no means free.
I took his penis in my mouth, sucking it, licking it working it in and out.
Playing with the head. Running my lips and tongue along the shaft.
Finally, he got the zipper all the way down. My dress now hung completely off from the top, not just a large gap exposing my breasts, but completely topless.
I was so wet already, and wanted to get to the next stage before he realized. I was still surprised he hadn't even noticed all the guys staring, but I didn't care.
I wanted them to watch.
No panties, dress already down, I moved his hands, stood up and kneeled on top of him. Leg between his leg and the cushion, other leg close to slipping off the other side completely, I lifted the dress up to access his penis.
I worked it inside me. He closed his eyes as I worked it, little by little, until he was deep inside.
I let the dress bundle atop us again.
I wanted them to see us having sex. I didn't want them to see me being penetrated.
I slowly started moving my hips, as I straddled him, top completely exposed, bottom hidden by the dress fallen around our groins.
I worked his penis, pulling myself off it, before pushing myself back on.
I closed my eyes as I felt him inside me, savoring it, wanting it.
I moved slowly, enjoying the sensation, enjoying the feeling of eyes upon me.
I saw a flash.
I opened my eyes, and reached over. The guy was so close I was able to grab the phone out of his hand.
He jumped back in surprise, and my other hand pushed my husband's face into my cleavage, between my breasts.
I gave the man a wicked smile and motioned him to come closer.
With one hand on my husband's head, shoving him into my cleavage, the other grabbed the guys hair as I pulled his ear to my mouth, guided by his long hair.
"I will keep your phone until I can delete the pictures. And tell the others if they take a picture of me, I will make sure they regret it."
He tried to sneer, and I pulled his hair harder.
"Next time," I whispered into his ear, "I will pull your sack instead, and squeeze. And you have a naked woman in this room, want to bet what you wife would say if I said you took part?"
He looked at his ring on his finger, and decided it would be best to not challenge me.
"Now be good and tell the others." I whispered to him.
I put my fingers to my lips to let them know to stay quiet, the whole time still moving my hips slowly.
But, I could also feel him getting soft. The alcohol and not enough stimulation wasn't helping.
He quietly told the others, and they kept their phones to themselves.
I let my husband pull his head back finally, and bent my neck down to kiss him deeply.
I moved my hips faster, faster, speeding up, stopping. He stiffened up again, and I rode him. I savored him. I savored their eyes.
I could feel my pussy tighten around him, could feel him respond.
I climaxed, causing my pussy to squeeze him, his penis suddenly cumming deep inside of me.
He lay back, closing his eyes. Soon, he was passed out.
I zipped up my dress, got everyone more drinks and snacks, and let them continue watching the game.
"I wonder how much my husband will remember in the morning?"
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Taking a shower while the bathroom door was fixed, and other random thoughts
This will cover many things.
First, to all my readers, I apologize that I have not been around. Everything is okay, I have just been busy and focused on other things, not to mention not really feeling all that frisky lately. Hey, it happens, even to me.
So first, let me paint you a little picture of what happened last week.
We have a glass door in our bathroom. Well, this door shattered. No worries, no glass all over. It has two pieces of glass on either side that held the middle glass in. So, no glass everywhere, but of course we were worried that if an outside piece broke, we would end up with a bathroom full of glass.
I think I said glass too much...anyways.
So, we asked our landlord to have it replaced. Last week, two men came over to replace it.
So, what was exciting about it? Well, me being me, I was in a frisky mood. I wrapped myself up in a bath robe and waited for them to show up for the scheduled replacement. See, I heard your ideas before, and decided to try one.
When they arrived, I greeted them wearing a robe and nothing else. While they were in there replacing the door, I told them I needed to shower so I wasn't late for something. They didn't object, but then again, I am not sure they understood what I was trying to tell them. Language barrier and all...
I walked past them into the bathroom and took off my robe. I saw them behind me in the mirror, and I thought they would explode. I barely kept myself from bursting out laughing.
So, I proceeded to take a shower, with the two men staring, then trying not to stare. I can still see their faces.
They were professional, and didn't try anything, but they couldn't help themselves.
It was a normal, boring shower, except for two complete strangers being in the same bathroom. I was shaking so bad I thought they couldn't help but notice.
After, I went in the bedroom (The bathroom is the master bath, so you walk through the bedroom to get to the bathroom) and spent a while getting ready. After, I went in the living room and just played with my son. Guess they probably figured out I didn't need to be anywhere in a hurry. I caught a few snippets of their conversation, and what I could understand made me want to slap them and blush at the same time.
Anyways, it was intoxicating. But, it also made me think. Could you imagine being so open with your body and sexuality that you would do things like answer the door naked? Or have sex while in the same room as a house guest? I can imagine inviting my friend over to hang out, and being bent over the chair, my husband thrusting in me, while I carry on a conversation. But what about the opposite? Go over to someone's house, and when they tell you to make yourself comfortable, you take off all your clothes.
I know that I think different, that my views on sex have been warped, but to me, it wouldn't be a big deal. Then again, it seems like most guys think if a woman is naked or sexual in any way around them, then they need to partake. Most women just freak out. But, imagine if someone was open enough that they could live like that, and not really take societies negative views of sex. Imagine if they had the kind of friends, family, where I can let my husband eat me out while we sit down to a nice dinner.
For some reason, it just turns me on, thinking about sexual behavior in mundane situations involving other people. I have my own limits, and I wouldn't want those crossed, but imagine a nude Friday at work. Going to class in nothing but my panties. Or going to a meeting where I am only wearing a skirt, and no top. Or maybe a top, and no bottom.
Where I don't feel like getting dressed up, so I go for a walk without clothes (and without being raped or arrested).
For some reason, I cannot get these images out of my head. What do you guys think?
"Come in, the door is open!" I yelled at the front door.
She comes in, greeted by the sight of me and my husband having sex. She doesn't even blink an eye at the sight.
"Hey Jennie. Sorry, we were expecting you later. My husband was in the middle of teaching me this new technique he learned."
"No problem. You two just keep going, we can talk while you finish."
He pushes his penis deep inside me again,
"So, did you hear about the smoke coming from the other building?" Jennie asks, while my husband speeds up his thrusts.
"No, what happened?" My eyes go round as he hits my cervix, "Ouch! Don't do that. Slow down."
He slows down as Jennie continues talking, looking me in the eyes. "Well, there was smoke flooding the whole floor, and they said it was not regular smoke, but more like chemical smoke."
She looks over and sees what my husband is doing. "Try pulling out more, make the thrusts longer, instead of so short."
He nods and adjusts his technique. Yes, that was much better, sending shivers up and down my spine as the entire length of his penis rubs against my vaginal lips. "You think they were making drugs?" I ask her.
His hand reaches up and grabs my hair, pulling my head backwards. Jannie winces a little. "No worries, he knows how far to pull without hurting me. Here, let him try you."
She nods, and I move away from him, leaving his hard penis exposed, glistening with my juices.
She positions herself over the chair, where I was, and he grabs a handful of hair.
"See," I tell her, "it may look a bit painful, but he is good at knowing just how far back to pull without killing my neck."
She nods and he lets go. She goes back to the couch while we re-position. Once he enters my pussy, our conversation resumes.
"It might be. I know the called the police. They couldn't find the owner either."
I reach back and pat my husband's thigh. "Okay, finish up. We are going soon and need to get ready." I look back at Jennie. "You look a little sweaty. Want to take a quick shower?"
She nods and starts undressing. "A cool shower sounds great to me."
I nod in understanding as she finishes taking off all her clothes. "So, what happened with the police," I ask her.
"Oh, I am not sure. They are still there. I guess they finally found the owner."
"I guess we will see once they finish," I say, just as I feel my husband's penis twitch inside me, his hot cum filling me.
"Okay, he is all done. Lets go shower up and then we can head out." I take her hand and we go to the bathroom, ready to clean off the sweat from heat and sex.
First, to all my readers, I apologize that I have not been around. Everything is okay, I have just been busy and focused on other things, not to mention not really feeling all that frisky lately. Hey, it happens, even to me.
So first, let me paint you a little picture of what happened last week.
We have a glass door in our bathroom. Well, this door shattered. No worries, no glass all over. It has two pieces of glass on either side that held the middle glass in. So, no glass everywhere, but of course we were worried that if an outside piece broke, we would end up with a bathroom full of glass.
I think I said glass too much...anyways.
So, we asked our landlord to have it replaced. Last week, two men came over to replace it.
So, what was exciting about it? Well, me being me, I was in a frisky mood. I wrapped myself up in a bath robe and waited for them to show up for the scheduled replacement. See, I heard your ideas before, and decided to try one.
When they arrived, I greeted them wearing a robe and nothing else. While they were in there replacing the door, I told them I needed to shower so I wasn't late for something. They didn't object, but then again, I am not sure they understood what I was trying to tell them. Language barrier and all...
I walked past them into the bathroom and took off my robe. I saw them behind me in the mirror, and I thought they would explode. I barely kept myself from bursting out laughing.
So, I proceeded to take a shower, with the two men staring, then trying not to stare. I can still see their faces.
They were professional, and didn't try anything, but they couldn't help themselves.
It was a normal, boring shower, except for two complete strangers being in the same bathroom. I was shaking so bad I thought they couldn't help but notice.
After, I went in the bedroom (The bathroom is the master bath, so you walk through the bedroom to get to the bathroom) and spent a while getting ready. After, I went in the living room and just played with my son. Guess they probably figured out I didn't need to be anywhere in a hurry. I caught a few snippets of their conversation, and what I could understand made me want to slap them and blush at the same time.
Anyways, it was intoxicating. But, it also made me think. Could you imagine being so open with your body and sexuality that you would do things like answer the door naked? Or have sex while in the same room as a house guest? I can imagine inviting my friend over to hang out, and being bent over the chair, my husband thrusting in me, while I carry on a conversation. But what about the opposite? Go over to someone's house, and when they tell you to make yourself comfortable, you take off all your clothes.
I know that I think different, that my views on sex have been warped, but to me, it wouldn't be a big deal. Then again, it seems like most guys think if a woman is naked or sexual in any way around them, then they need to partake. Most women just freak out. But, imagine if someone was open enough that they could live like that, and not really take societies negative views of sex. Imagine if they had the kind of friends, family, where I can let my husband eat me out while we sit down to a nice dinner.
For some reason, it just turns me on, thinking about sexual behavior in mundane situations involving other people. I have my own limits, and I wouldn't want those crossed, but imagine a nude Friday at work. Going to class in nothing but my panties. Or going to a meeting where I am only wearing a skirt, and no top. Or maybe a top, and no bottom.
Where I don't feel like getting dressed up, so I go for a walk without clothes (and without being raped or arrested).
For some reason, I cannot get these images out of my head. What do you guys think?
"Come in, the door is open!" I yelled at the front door.
She comes in, greeted by the sight of me and my husband having sex. She doesn't even blink an eye at the sight.
"Hey Jennie. Sorry, we were expecting you later. My husband was in the middle of teaching me this new technique he learned."
"No problem. You two just keep going, we can talk while you finish."
He pushes his penis deep inside me again,
"So, did you hear about the smoke coming from the other building?" Jennie asks, while my husband speeds up his thrusts.
"No, what happened?" My eyes go round as he hits my cervix, "Ouch! Don't do that. Slow down."
He slows down as Jennie continues talking, looking me in the eyes. "Well, there was smoke flooding the whole floor, and they said it was not regular smoke, but more like chemical smoke."
She looks over and sees what my husband is doing. "Try pulling out more, make the thrusts longer, instead of so short."
He nods and adjusts his technique. Yes, that was much better, sending shivers up and down my spine as the entire length of his penis rubs against my vaginal lips. "You think they were making drugs?" I ask her.
His hand reaches up and grabs my hair, pulling my head backwards. Jannie winces a little. "No worries, he knows how far to pull without hurting me. Here, let him try you."
She nods, and I move away from him, leaving his hard penis exposed, glistening with my juices.
She positions herself over the chair, where I was, and he grabs a handful of hair.
"See," I tell her, "it may look a bit painful, but he is good at knowing just how far back to pull without killing my neck."
She nods and he lets go. She goes back to the couch while we re-position. Once he enters my pussy, our conversation resumes.
"It might be. I know the called the police. They couldn't find the owner either."
I reach back and pat my husband's thigh. "Okay, finish up. We are going soon and need to get ready." I look back at Jennie. "You look a little sweaty. Want to take a quick shower?"
She nods and starts undressing. "A cool shower sounds great to me."
I nod in understanding as she finishes taking off all her clothes. "So, what happened with the police," I ask her.
"Oh, I am not sure. They are still there. I guess they finally found the owner."
"I guess we will see once they finish," I say, just as I feel my husband's penis twitch inside me, his hot cum filling me.
"Okay, he is all done. Lets go shower up and then we can head out." I take her hand and we go to the bathroom, ready to clean off the sweat from heat and sex.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Questions about excuses
So, I wanted to ask some of you something.
Lets say someone was coming over for a repair. Like a hot water unit repair in a bathroom, or to collect stuff for moving, or install cable, or whatever.
What kind of excuses would seem plausible to a guy for a girl to show herself off either partially or fully exposed. Not just any excuse, but an excuse that seems believable on why a girl would be seen by the guy in a partially undressed or completely undressed state.
I know some, like leaving the bedroom door cracked while changing, but that doesn't give me any ideas when the repairman is in the bathroom by the living room, fixing the hot water heater. He wouldn't see unless he wandered around the house, which he shouldn't be doing.
I want to give a bit of a tease, but not give them the impression that I want to have sex, so they would need to think that the exposure is unintentional.
I have some clothes that are a bit opaque that I can get away with, but want to know how to take it even further. Running through the living room in a towel to get to the bathroom for my shower is okay, and my towel slipping, but, aside from something like that, I cannot think of other ways to actually be in a sexy little nothing, or nothing at all, without them thinking I am showing off on purpose.
Wearing a short skirt is okay, exposing panties, but what if I just want him to see me in the panties without the skirt? Or bottomless?
A top that is slightly see through, while I am wearing no bra, is easy to justify, but how do I do away with the shirt, and just wear a bra, or go completely topless?
So, any male readers out there, I beg, please give me some ideas. I have the moving guys coming in a few days, and want to be ready. I already missed a great opportunity when the water heater repair man was over. Once I move, I will even have to have the cable guys over, and some delivery guys. Lots of opportunities, and I really need your help. I will even write up some stories based on what I try.
Please, please, leave me your comments below.
Lets say someone was coming over for a repair. Like a hot water unit repair in a bathroom, or to collect stuff for moving, or install cable, or whatever.
What kind of excuses would seem plausible to a guy for a girl to show herself off either partially or fully exposed. Not just any excuse, but an excuse that seems believable on why a girl would be seen by the guy in a partially undressed or completely undressed state.
I know some, like leaving the bedroom door cracked while changing, but that doesn't give me any ideas when the repairman is in the bathroom by the living room, fixing the hot water heater. He wouldn't see unless he wandered around the house, which he shouldn't be doing.
I want to give a bit of a tease, but not give them the impression that I want to have sex, so they would need to think that the exposure is unintentional.
I have some clothes that are a bit opaque that I can get away with, but want to know how to take it even further. Running through the living room in a towel to get to the bathroom for my shower is okay, and my towel slipping, but, aside from something like that, I cannot think of other ways to actually be in a sexy little nothing, or nothing at all, without them thinking I am showing off on purpose.
Wearing a short skirt is okay, exposing panties, but what if I just want him to see me in the panties without the skirt? Or bottomless?
A top that is slightly see through, while I am wearing no bra, is easy to justify, but how do I do away with the shirt, and just wear a bra, or go completely topless?
So, any male readers out there, I beg, please give me some ideas. I have the moving guys coming in a few days, and want to be ready. I already missed a great opportunity when the water heater repair man was over. Once I move, I will even have to have the cable guys over, and some delivery guys. Lots of opportunities, and I really need your help. I will even write up some stories based on what I try.
Please, please, leave me your comments below.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Brotherly Love, Chapter 10 (Incest fantasy)
Soon, the spying took a back seat, and the teasing started.
One day as I came out of my room to go take a shower, I caught him just as he left the bathroom.
Instead of having the towel wrapped around him, he had it flung over one shoulder, leaving the rest of him completely exposed.
My breath caught and I gasped slightly. I studied his tight stomach, almost a six pack, but not quite, and toned legs. His ass was nicely rounded, and firm. I had to stop myself from trying to reach out and slap itslightly.
I stared at his back, transfixed, as he started walking down the hall. I loved his back. A flat stretch of skin, so smooth. I wanted nothing more than to run my hands down it.
In my mind's eye, I could still see his penis, halfway between soft and hard.
Our mom walked into the hall as he was still strutting down in, completely naked.
"What are you doing?" She shrieked at him. "Get in your room now young man!"
His step faltered, and he almost leapt into his room. I burst out laughing.
She glanced at me, then returned her focus to him.
"What do you think you are doing, walking around naked? What has gotten into you?" she asked through the door. Well, if the demanding tone could actually mean it was a question.
From inside came his shaky voice. "Sorry mom. I thought I would be back in my room before anyone got out."
"Don't do it again. That is why you have a towel, to cover your...bits...up. And your sister was right there!" She was shrieking again.
I walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay mom. Not like I haven't seen my brother naked many times." Fortunately, she didn't bother glancing at me, instead choosing to continue to glare at the door.
"He is to old for you to still be seeing naked. You are a lady." Raising her voice, she repeated herself for my brother. "Your sister is a lady now, and shouldn't be seeing that. So shameful!"
Our parents had the mentality that the human body was to be covered. Even naked babies offended them. Sex was bad. Males only had one thing on their mind. Blah blah blah. One reason when we would watch porn we would do it while they were away and in our own rooms.
"It's okay mom," I said, trying to calm her down. I chuckled a little. "It's not like I have never seen a naked guy before."
I knew it was a mistake the moment the words came out of my mouth.
"What!?" she shrieked. "What did you do?" The accusation in her tone immediately put me on the defensive, and rose my own temper.
"There are pictures all over the internet. I live with a brother and a father. There was even a guy who went streaking that one game. Comon. There is nothing wrong with people being naked." The more I talked, the more she glared. The more she glared, the less sure of myself I became.
The rest of the argument didn't go very well, and pretty soon became pretty one sided, with her lecturing me on why clothes were invented, how I would never see a guy naked until I was married, and a few more things. I lost track of it after a while.
Fortunately, dad saved me. After getting home from work, he must have immediately heard mom yelling and lecturing, because after only a minute or so of the door opening, he was there at the end of the hall.
Once mom told him what happened, followed by what I said, he properly assessed the situation.
"Okay dear. I think she has had enough." He turned to me with an amused smile. "You, stop looking at naked guys. Your mom is right, guys tend to think with the wrong parts of their body. You need to be careful of that."
He opened my brothers door and walked in. By now my brother probably had his shorts on. "As for you, I know this is your house too, but please remember that other people live here. You can walk around in whatever you want once you have your own place, but you need to respect our wishes since we also live here. Got it?"
"Yes," came the answer from the room.
I had always loved how dad took mom's outbursts, and defined them in a way that made sense. Oh, mom was great. But when she was upset, she tended to go off and later regret it. To mom, it was that her son was walking around naked in front of others. To dad, it was respecting the boundaries of the people you live with.
Even now, I could see mom look a little guilty for her outburst. To make her feel better, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug.
"No worries mom. I know to be careful with guys. Anyways, since I don't even have a boyfriend, it doesn't matter much." The look of relief that washed over her face made it worth it.
"I know," she replied, followed by a mumbled "sorry" towards my brothers room.
Then, turning towards my brother, she told him,"I know you always look out for your sister. It just surprised me that you would walk around naked in front of her. I guess it wasn't a big deal, but I expect you to watch out for her so she doesn't get in any boy trouble."
With that, she went to her own room.
Dad stayed and caught up with my brother a bit while I went to take my shower. Sadly, mom's outburst killed the mood, so I just washed up and got out, making sure that I was totally and completely covered as I walked through the hall.
The outburst of course didn't change anything, except maybe for us being more careful when our parents were around.
11/5/2014 1:43 PM (More to come for chapter 10)
When our parents were home, we acted like our old selves. However, when they weren't home, a change came over the house.
I found myself wearing more v-cut tops and skirts. More light dresses. More short shorts. I even found myself wearing thongs, which I hate.
He started wearing shorts and tank tops, or just walking around with no shirt on at all.
Our dress slowly bled over to our normal clothes, and mom started remarking on how much skin I showed. Oh, no v-necks or short skirts around our parents, but definitely more summer dresses. It was summer after all! More shoulder or spaghetti strap tops. Slightly longer shorts.
For some reason though, she seemed to approve of my brothers slowly changing wardrobe. One time I overhead my mom telling my dad that he must have a girlfriend or something. I giggled a little thinking about that.
I rushed home, dragging my brother along behind me.
"What is your hurry," he said, sounding slightly irritated.
"I skipped one of my classes and did some shopping."
He stopped dead. "You skipped a class? What?"
I signed. "It's fine. It was just art, and I have already finished my project, so I don't need to worry about the stupid class until the end of the week."
I pulled on his hand, and he came along, apparently satisfied with my answer.
We got home, breathing a little heavy, and I ran immediately into my room to change, refusing to let him see it on the way home. I wanted to surprise him.
I spent an hour putting on my makeup, working on my disheveled hair, and getting myself ready to show it off.
I could see the door handle turn occasionally. We had gotten so used to spying on each other, it was strange to have the door locked on you.
"Stay out. I am getting changed!"
He didn't bother to answer back that I never lock the door when I am getting changed. After all, our spying game only worked if we didn't say it out loud.
After finally being ready, I opened the door a crack.
I yelled down the hall, "Go in the living room and sit on the couch. And NO PEEKING!"
After I heard his door close and had given him a few more minutes to get ready, I stepped out.
As I entered the living room, I could see him sitting there getting impatient. I thought about teasing him more, but decided not to. "Okay, open your eyes."
His eyes popped open, then popped as a loud gasp escaped him. (In case you want to see the dress I have in mind, please see here, which I saw in a store the other day and soooooo wanted!)
11/6/2014 3:57 PM (No, not the end of the chapter)
"I...I...um," he sputtered, followed by an audible gulp. "Wow!" he got out at last. "But, what is that for?"
"You and me are going out tonight. A nice dinner, a movie. Didn't you hear mom and dad at all this morning?"
He smiled weakly. "No, sorry." I didn't think so. He had been too busy staring up my skirt as I bent down to get the milk out of the refrigerator when they announced it.
"They are out of town for a couple days. I guess they decided to leave for their honeymoon." I laughed as his face turned bright red. He had forgotten, like normal. "They left us some money and they left you the car keys." I walked into the kitchen and went to grab the keys. As I tried to grab them, I accidentally knocked them off.
Grumbling to make it seem like I didn't do it on purpose, I bent over, feeling the dress ride up. It rode up past the base of my ass, showing off my thong and my panties, covering my now wet pussy lips.
I glanced back slightly to find his eyes glued to me. I had thought about leaving off the panties, but I didn't want to push it too far.
11/6/2014 4:22 PM (Still more to go for chapter 10)
I didn't spend too much time like that. After all, I didn't want to make it obvious.
"I have never been on a date before. I know you are my brother, but we can still have a date. A pretend date." I told him after I had turned around and walked back over. "Please?"
He looked up slowly, staring at my legs, eyes following my flesh until it disappeared under the short dress. He stared at the bottom of my dress, no doubt imagining what was hidden from him, and finally his eyes traveled up again.
They paused again at my chest, as he studied my breasts. Standing up, his eyes fell down, taking in the better view of my cleavage.
Finally, after realizing he was looking me over like a piece of meat, instead of like his loving sister, he looked into my eyes.
Holding out his arm, he answered my question finally. "It would be my honor."
11/6/2014 4:47 PM (This chapter will be longer than others, so still more to go)
(Yes, yes, almost a month since I worked on the chapter. Now you can see how me and my writing work, so you understand why normally a story isn't published until it is ready to go)
"Not like that silly." I gently chided him.
"Huh? he asked, looking down at himself. "What?"
I sighed. "We are supposed to be on a date. Our outfits don't fit together." I motioned down my outfit, hands in front, angled down, pointing out how the dress looked. I then motioned down his outfit, still in his jeans and t-shirt. "We don't fit."
He continued to stand there, so I walked over to him, gently tugging on his shirt. "Go change." When he didn't move, I pulled upward, forcibly taking his shirt off. "Go change now!" I told him, arching my eyebrows like mom did so well.
It didn't work out as well as I had hoped. Oh, I got his shirt off all right, but he just stood there. And, I must admit, he stood there looking good with his shirt off.
I moved close to him, looking him in the eyes, bringing my face within inches of his. "Please?" I asked. Our lips were so close, I could feel his breath again mine. All the sudden, my knees went week, and I was captivated looking deep into his eyes, feeling his warm breath against my lips.
I stood so captivated that I wasn't even aware of my lips parting slightly. Not willing it, my eyes slid closed and my arms went around him. He must have been lost in the heat of the moment too, because his lips pressed against mine, just for an instant.
It was enough to bring us both back to reality.
Watching your brother was one thing. But...this seemed like it was too much.
Breathless, I stood back, gazing at him. His eyes turned down sheepishly, and he actually blushed.
As the tension continued, I felt I had to do something. "Now I need to go fix my lipstick." I told him. It was hard, very hard, to break my eyes away from his beautiful face, not that I would tell my brother that!, but I did, stepping behind him, giving him a push. "And you need to go get ready. Now!"
I giggled slightly as he jumped a bit and started rushing towards his bedroom. Unfortunately, that seemed to break whatever hold I had on him. He looking back at me, no doubt hoping to catch me giggling, then slowly sauntered off to his room, not even bothering to close the door.
As I walked past, I noticed him in front of his closet, stripped down to his underwear. I could swear he smiled more after I peeked into his room than before.
12/3/2014 1:15 PM (I promise I will try to at least get this chapter done today. Lets see if I will succeed)
I felt my heart beating fast as I checked my lipstick, retouched my makeup. I felt his lips, pressed against mine. I knew I had a crush on my brother by now. I had accepted this fact a long time ago. But, why did my stomach feel like it was doing flips? Why did I find myself flushing and giddy? I had lived with my brother all my life, why did I feel so light headed about just going on a date with him?
Finally, ready to go, I grabbed the car keys and threw them to him, trying to settle myself.
"So, what will we do for our date?" he asked me. I searched his face for any hint of sarcasm and found none.
Nodding, content that he wasn't being at least a little sarcastic about it, I answered him. "Well, since we are dressed nice, we can't do anything too adventurous. How about a nice dinner and a movie?"
"Which movie," he asked, eyeing me.
"I will let you pick." I told him. He smiled at that. I didn't want to ruin it by forcing him to go see a movie I wanted. At least I would finally get to go on a date. I just wish my stomach would settle. I felt a little nauseous. How strange.
We hopped in the car and put on the seat belts. The belt snugged across my chest, pulling the outfit down a bit. He looked over at me, and couldn't seem to take his eyes off my cleavage.
My dress also pulled up a bit, showing my legs way above mid-thigh. He reached over and put his hand on my upper leg. His touch felt hot. So hot. I gulped. I didn't know what was coming over me. I couldn't seem to think straight. Finally, my mind gathered itself, and I pulled the top of my dress back in place, no longer in danger of my breasts slipping out. That seemed to break his trance, and he pulled his hand back. My mischievous side sprung up, and I thought about pulling the dress up higher, but decided against it. This was supposed to be a date, not another time where we teased each other. Instead, I decided to leave it, letting at least this mischievous impulse win.
"So, date rules," I told him. "I want a real date. So, I want to go to that new French restaurant on the other side of town. No one there to recognize us. Today, you are my boyfriend. Got it?"
He chuckled a bit, but with good humor. "Yes. I got it."
"And you are my boyfriend for tonight. But don't get fresh!"
He laughed at that, and I could tell he was feeling more at ease. I hadn't even realized how tense he was.
We drove across town and listened to the radio. For some reason, I didn't feel much like talking. I might have helped put him at ease, but my stomach was still doing flips. We arrived at the restaurant, and he got out to open the door for me, offering me his hand. I felt like I was a princess. I found myself forgetting he was my brother, feeling like we were on a real date. Me and my boyfriend. It was scary how easy that transitioned, but I stopped worrying about it, and started letting myself get lost in the feeling.
I took his hand as he led me out of the car, and we walked up to the restaurant arms entwined, hand grasping hand. I let my head rest against his shoulder as we walked from the parking lot to the entrance.
He held the door open for me, and we went in, greeted and brought to a seat. Sitting across from each other, I kept finding myself watching his lips, as he silently moved them while looking at the different menu items.
"Do you know what you want?" he asked me. I squeaked, realizing I was staring, and buried my face in my menu.
"I will take this," I told him, lowering the menu and pointing at it. I let him give our orders, and I avoided his eyes.
We talked a little while waiting for the food, but spent most of the time just looking around. We had never been to a place like this before, and it was new to both of us. We watched servers walking around with trays of food, each one looking different than the others. Some looked yummy, while others looked scary.
Eventually our food arrived and we started eating. The meal was a bit awkward, and I wondered to myself if all dates went like this. Imagine having a date with someone you don't even know that well? I thought to myself.
As we ate, we started talking again. Just small chat, nothing special. I started looking into his eyes, watching him eat. As I finished my food, I found myself getting up and sitting down on his side.
"You are doing it wrong," I told him.
I grabbed his fork out of his hand and put some food on it, careful not to rip the delicate skin around it. Bringing it to his lips, I push gently, popping it into his mouth, my own mouth opening as I watched his lips surround it, as I watched it slide inside.
I felt my pulse speeding up, my breath quicken. I lost myself in feeding him, wiping his mouth when sauce leaked from the corner.
I gave up. I didn't care. I put the fork on the place and leaned forward, parting my lips, wanting his kiss.
He hesitated, so I put my hand behind his head and gently pulled. That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips closed over mine, a closed lip kiss. I felt the warm breath from his nose on my cheek, and ran my fingers through his hair. Our lips parted, and our breath intermingled.
12/3/2014 2:18 PM (I am thinking of breaking this chapter into two, for one there is alot of material to cover, and for another, the tone will change drastically towards the end of the date. But, this is not the end, I will at least wait until after dinner to split.)
Opening our mouths further, his tongue started probing my mouth, A thrill shot through me at this, and my mind went blank. We became one, our tongues exploring each other. We never even thought of the fact that we were brother and sister. Here, in this place, we were two people, exploring each other.
Our kiss ended with a loud clearing of a throat behind us. I turned and saw the waiter, holding out the check, and glaring at us in disapproval.
I gave him my frostiest look, which rolled right off of him. "Guess he isn't a fan of PDA," I mumbled under my breath.
"What," my brother asked me.
"Nevermind." I grumped.
The magic was lost. I went back to my side of the table and we finished our meal. But, I could feel familiar tingles of lust still running between my legs. My heart was beating rapidly. It no longer mattered that he was my brother. The pure thrill of kissing a boy, and the thrill of kissing a boy forbidden to me, was enough to make me feel intoxicated, giddy, and even more nauseous.
We finished our meal and payed the bill. We both winced at the price. And at the outrageous, already added in our bill, gratuity. "Gratuity my ass," I mumbled. "Did you see how he looked at us? That glare? Why should we pay for that?"
My brother chuckled, like he always does when my temper heats up. At least when not directed at him. I threw him a glare for good measure. Just for the chuckle.
12/3/2014 4:03 PM (Okay, okay, I am ending the chapter. Look for the next chapter, coming soon to a dirty blog near you.)
One day as I came out of my room to go take a shower, I caught him just as he left the bathroom.
Instead of having the towel wrapped around him, he had it flung over one shoulder, leaving the rest of him completely exposed.
My breath caught and I gasped slightly. I studied his tight stomach, almost a six pack, but not quite, and toned legs. His ass was nicely rounded, and firm. I had to stop myself from trying to reach out and slap it
I stared at his back, transfixed, as he started walking down the hall. I loved his back. A flat stretch of skin, so smooth. I wanted nothing more than to run my hands down it.
In my mind's eye, I could still see his penis, halfway between soft and hard.
Our mom walked into the hall as he was still strutting down in, completely naked.
"What are you doing?" She shrieked at him. "Get in your room now young man!"
His step faltered, and he almost leapt into his room. I burst out laughing.
She glanced at me, then returned her focus to him.
"What do you think you are doing, walking around naked? What has gotten into you?" she asked through the door. Well, if the demanding tone could actually mean it was a question.
From inside came his shaky voice. "Sorry mom. I thought I would be back in my room before anyone got out."
"Don't do it again. That is why you have a towel, to cover your...bits...up. And your sister was right there!" She was shrieking again.
I walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay mom. Not like I haven't seen my brother naked many times." Fortunately, she didn't bother glancing at me, instead choosing to continue to glare at the door.
"He is to old for you to still be seeing naked. You are a lady." Raising her voice, she repeated herself for my brother. "Your sister is a lady now, and shouldn't be seeing that. So shameful!"
Our parents had the mentality that the human body was to be covered. Even naked babies offended them. Sex was bad. Males only had one thing on their mind. Blah blah blah. One reason when we would watch porn we would do it while they were away and in our own rooms.
"It's okay mom," I said, trying to calm her down. I chuckled a little. "It's not like I have never seen a naked guy before."
I knew it was a mistake the moment the words came out of my mouth.
"What!?" she shrieked. "What did you do?" The accusation in her tone immediately put me on the defensive, and rose my own temper.
"There are pictures all over the internet. I live with a brother and a father. There was even a guy who went streaking that one game. Comon. There is nothing wrong with people being naked." The more I talked, the more she glared. The more she glared, the less sure of myself I became.
The rest of the argument didn't go very well, and pretty soon became pretty one sided, with her lecturing me on why clothes were invented, how I would never see a guy naked until I was married, and a few more things. I lost track of it after a while.
Fortunately, dad saved me. After getting home from work, he must have immediately heard mom yelling and lecturing, because after only a minute or so of the door opening, he was there at the end of the hall.
Once mom told him what happened, followed by what I said, he properly assessed the situation.
"Okay dear. I think she has had enough." He turned to me with an amused smile. "You, stop looking at naked guys. Your mom is right, guys tend to think with the wrong parts of their body. You need to be careful of that."
He opened my brothers door and walked in. By now my brother probably had his shorts on. "As for you, I know this is your house too, but please remember that other people live here. You can walk around in whatever you want once you have your own place, but you need to respect our wishes since we also live here. Got it?"
"Yes," came the answer from the room.
I had always loved how dad took mom's outbursts, and defined them in a way that made sense. Oh, mom was great. But when she was upset, she tended to go off and later regret it. To mom, it was that her son was walking around naked in front of others. To dad, it was respecting the boundaries of the people you live with.
Even now, I could see mom look a little guilty for her outburst. To make her feel better, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug.
"No worries mom. I know to be careful with guys. Anyways, since I don't even have a boyfriend, it doesn't matter much." The look of relief that washed over her face made it worth it.
"I know," she replied, followed by a mumbled "sorry" towards my brothers room.
Then, turning towards my brother, she told him,"I know you always look out for your sister. It just surprised me that you would walk around naked in front of her. I guess it wasn't a big deal, but I expect you to watch out for her so she doesn't get in any boy trouble."
With that, she went to her own room.
Dad stayed and caught up with my brother a bit while I went to take my shower. Sadly, mom's outburst killed the mood, so I just washed up and got out, making sure that I was totally and completely covered as I walked through the hall.
The outburst of course didn't change anything, except maybe for us being more careful when our parents were around.
11/5/2014 1:43 PM (More to come for chapter 10)
When our parents were home, we acted like our old selves. However, when they weren't home, a change came over the house.
I found myself wearing more v-cut tops and skirts. More light dresses. More short shorts. I even found myself wearing thongs, which I hate.
He started wearing shorts and tank tops, or just walking around with no shirt on at all.
Our dress slowly bled over to our normal clothes, and mom started remarking on how much skin I showed. Oh, no v-necks or short skirts around our parents, but definitely more summer dresses. It was summer after all! More shoulder or spaghetti strap tops. Slightly longer shorts.
For some reason though, she seemed to approve of my brothers slowly changing wardrobe. One time I overhead my mom telling my dad that he must have a girlfriend or something. I giggled a little thinking about that.
I rushed home, dragging my brother along behind me.
"What is your hurry," he said, sounding slightly irritated.
"I skipped one of my classes and did some shopping."
He stopped dead. "You skipped a class? What?"
I signed. "It's fine. It was just art, and I have already finished my project, so I don't need to worry about the stupid class until the end of the week."
I pulled on his hand, and he came along, apparently satisfied with my answer.
We got home, breathing a little heavy, and I ran immediately into my room to change, refusing to let him see it on the way home. I wanted to surprise him.
I spent an hour putting on my makeup, working on my disheveled hair, and getting myself ready to show it off.
I could see the door handle turn occasionally. We had gotten so used to spying on each other, it was strange to have the door locked on you.
"Stay out. I am getting changed!"
He didn't bother to answer back that I never lock the door when I am getting changed. After all, our spying game only worked if we didn't say it out loud.
After finally being ready, I opened the door a crack.
I yelled down the hall, "Go in the living room and sit on the couch. And NO PEEKING!"
After I heard his door close and had given him a few more minutes to get ready, I stepped out.
As I entered the living room, I could see him sitting there getting impatient. I thought about teasing him more, but decided not to. "Okay, open your eyes."
His eyes popped open, then popped as a loud gasp escaped him. (In case you want to see the dress I have in mind, please see here, which I saw in a store the other day and soooooo wanted!)
11/6/2014 3:57 PM (No, not the end of the chapter)
"I...I...um," he sputtered, followed by an audible gulp. "Wow!" he got out at last. "But, what is that for?"
"You and me are going out tonight. A nice dinner, a movie. Didn't you hear mom and dad at all this morning?"
He smiled weakly. "No, sorry." I didn't think so. He had been too busy staring up my skirt as I bent down to get the milk out of the refrigerator when they announced it.
"They are out of town for a couple days. I guess they decided to leave for their honeymoon." I laughed as his face turned bright red. He had forgotten, like normal. "They left us some money and they left you the car keys." I walked into the kitchen and went to grab the keys. As I tried to grab them, I accidentally knocked them off.
Grumbling to make it seem like I didn't do it on purpose, I bent over, feeling the dress ride up. It rode up past the base of my ass, showing off my thong and my panties, covering my now wet pussy lips.
I glanced back slightly to find his eyes glued to me. I had thought about leaving off the panties, but I didn't want to push it too far.
11/6/2014 4:22 PM (Still more to go for chapter 10)
I didn't spend too much time like that. After all, I didn't want to make it obvious.
"I have never been on a date before. I know you are my brother, but we can still have a date. A pretend date." I told him after I had turned around and walked back over. "Please?"
He looked up slowly, staring at my legs, eyes following my flesh until it disappeared under the short dress. He stared at the bottom of my dress, no doubt imagining what was hidden from him, and finally his eyes traveled up again.
They paused again at my chest, as he studied my breasts. Standing up, his eyes fell down, taking in the better view of my cleavage.
Finally, after realizing he was looking me over like a piece of meat, instead of like his loving sister, he looked into my eyes.
Holding out his arm, he answered my question finally. "It would be my honor."
11/6/2014 4:47 PM (This chapter will be longer than others, so still more to go)
(Yes, yes, almost a month since I worked on the chapter. Now you can see how me and my writing work, so you understand why normally a story isn't published until it is ready to go)
"Not like that silly." I gently chided him.
"Huh? he asked, looking down at himself. "What?"
I sighed. "We are supposed to be on a date. Our outfits don't fit together." I motioned down my outfit, hands in front, angled down, pointing out how the dress looked. I then motioned down his outfit, still in his jeans and t-shirt. "We don't fit."
He continued to stand there, so I walked over to him, gently tugging on his shirt. "Go change." When he didn't move, I pulled upward, forcibly taking his shirt off. "Go change now!" I told him, arching my eyebrows like mom did so well.
It didn't work out as well as I had hoped. Oh, I got his shirt off all right, but he just stood there. And, I must admit, he stood there looking good with his shirt off.
I moved close to him, looking him in the eyes, bringing my face within inches of his. "Please?" I asked. Our lips were so close, I could feel his breath again mine. All the sudden, my knees went week, and I was captivated looking deep into his eyes, feeling his warm breath against my lips.
I stood so captivated that I wasn't even aware of my lips parting slightly. Not willing it, my eyes slid closed and my arms went around him. He must have been lost in the heat of the moment too, because his lips pressed against mine, just for an instant.
It was enough to bring us both back to reality.
Watching your brother was one thing. But...this seemed like it was too much.
Breathless, I stood back, gazing at him. His eyes turned down sheepishly, and he actually blushed.
As the tension continued, I felt I had to do something. "Now I need to go fix my lipstick." I told him. It was hard, very hard, to break my eyes away from his beautiful face, not that I would tell my brother that!, but I did, stepping behind him, giving him a push. "And you need to go get ready. Now!"
I giggled slightly as he jumped a bit and started rushing towards his bedroom. Unfortunately, that seemed to break whatever hold I had on him. He looking back at me, no doubt hoping to catch me giggling, then slowly sauntered off to his room, not even bothering to close the door.
As I walked past, I noticed him in front of his closet, stripped down to his underwear. I could swear he smiled more after I peeked into his room than before.
12/3/2014 1:15 PM (I promise I will try to at least get this chapter done today. Lets see if I will succeed)
I felt my heart beating fast as I checked my lipstick, retouched my makeup. I felt his lips, pressed against mine. I knew I had a crush on my brother by now. I had accepted this fact a long time ago. But, why did my stomach feel like it was doing flips? Why did I find myself flushing and giddy? I had lived with my brother all my life, why did I feel so light headed about just going on a date with him?
Finally, ready to go, I grabbed the car keys and threw them to him, trying to settle myself.
"So, what will we do for our date?" he asked me. I searched his face for any hint of sarcasm and found none.
Nodding, content that he wasn't being at least a little sarcastic about it, I answered him. "Well, since we are dressed nice, we can't do anything too adventurous. How about a nice dinner and a movie?"
"Which movie," he asked, eyeing me.
"I will let you pick." I told him. He smiled at that. I didn't want to ruin it by forcing him to go see a movie I wanted. At least I would finally get to go on a date. I just wish my stomach would settle. I felt a little nauseous. How strange.
We hopped in the car and put on the seat belts. The belt snugged across my chest, pulling the outfit down a bit. He looked over at me, and couldn't seem to take his eyes off my cleavage.
My dress also pulled up a bit, showing my legs way above mid-thigh. He reached over and put his hand on my upper leg. His touch felt hot. So hot. I gulped. I didn't know what was coming over me. I couldn't seem to think straight. Finally, my mind gathered itself, and I pulled the top of my dress back in place, no longer in danger of my breasts slipping out. That seemed to break his trance, and he pulled his hand back. My mischievous side sprung up, and I thought about pulling the dress up higher, but decided against it. This was supposed to be a date, not another time where we teased each other. Instead, I decided to leave it, letting at least this mischievous impulse win.
"So, date rules," I told him. "I want a real date. So, I want to go to that new French restaurant on the other side of town. No one there to recognize us. Today, you are my boyfriend. Got it?"
He chuckled a bit, but with good humor. "Yes. I got it."
"And you are my boyfriend for tonight. But don't get fresh!"
He laughed at that, and I could tell he was feeling more at ease. I hadn't even realized how tense he was.
We drove across town and listened to the radio. For some reason, I didn't feel much like talking. I might have helped put him at ease, but my stomach was still doing flips. We arrived at the restaurant, and he got out to open the door for me, offering me his hand. I felt like I was a princess. I found myself forgetting he was my brother, feeling like we were on a real date. Me and my boyfriend. It was scary how easy that transitioned, but I stopped worrying about it, and started letting myself get lost in the feeling.
I took his hand as he led me out of the car, and we walked up to the restaurant arms entwined, hand grasping hand. I let my head rest against his shoulder as we walked from the parking lot to the entrance.
He held the door open for me, and we went in, greeted and brought to a seat. Sitting across from each other, I kept finding myself watching his lips, as he silently moved them while looking at the different menu items.
"Do you know what you want?" he asked me. I squeaked, realizing I was staring, and buried my face in my menu.
"I will take this," I told him, lowering the menu and pointing at it. I let him give our orders, and I avoided his eyes.
We talked a little while waiting for the food, but spent most of the time just looking around. We had never been to a place like this before, and it was new to both of us. We watched servers walking around with trays of food, each one looking different than the others. Some looked yummy, while others looked scary.
Eventually our food arrived and we started eating. The meal was a bit awkward, and I wondered to myself if all dates went like this. Imagine having a date with someone you don't even know that well? I thought to myself.
As we ate, we started talking again. Just small chat, nothing special. I started looking into his eyes, watching him eat. As I finished my food, I found myself getting up and sitting down on his side.
"You are doing it wrong," I told him.
I grabbed his fork out of his hand and put some food on it, careful not to rip the delicate skin around it. Bringing it to his lips, I push gently, popping it into his mouth, my own mouth opening as I watched his lips surround it, as I watched it slide inside.
I felt my pulse speeding up, my breath quicken. I lost myself in feeding him, wiping his mouth when sauce leaked from the corner.
I gave up. I didn't care. I put the fork on the place and leaned forward, parting my lips, wanting his kiss.
He hesitated, so I put my hand behind his head and gently pulled. That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips closed over mine, a closed lip kiss. I felt the warm breath from his nose on my cheek, and ran my fingers through his hair. Our lips parted, and our breath intermingled.
12/3/2014 2:18 PM (I am thinking of breaking this chapter into two, for one there is alot of material to cover, and for another, the tone will change drastically towards the end of the date. But, this is not the end, I will at least wait until after dinner to split.)
Opening our mouths further, his tongue started probing my mouth, A thrill shot through me at this, and my mind went blank. We became one, our tongues exploring each other. We never even thought of the fact that we were brother and sister. Here, in this place, we were two people, exploring each other.
Our kiss ended with a loud clearing of a throat behind us. I turned and saw the waiter, holding out the check, and glaring at us in disapproval.
I gave him my frostiest look, which rolled right off of him. "Guess he isn't a fan of PDA," I mumbled under my breath.
"What," my brother asked me.
"Nevermind." I grumped.
The magic was lost. I went back to my side of the table and we finished our meal. But, I could feel familiar tingles of lust still running between my legs. My heart was beating rapidly. It no longer mattered that he was my brother. The pure thrill of kissing a boy, and the thrill of kissing a boy forbidden to me, was enough to make me feel intoxicated, giddy, and even more nauseous.
We finished our meal and payed the bill. We both winced at the price. And at the outrageous, already added in our bill, gratuity. "Gratuity my ass," I mumbled. "Did you see how he looked at us? That glare? Why should we pay for that?"
My brother chuckled, like he always does when my temper heats up. At least when not directed at him. I threw him a glare for good measure. Just for the chuckle.
12/3/2014 4:03 PM (Okay, okay, I am ending the chapter. Look for the next chapter, coming soon to a dirty blog near you.)
Monday, September 15, 2014
Brotherly Love, Chapter 9 (Incest fantasy)
At the same time, I have the feeling he was also sneaking around, trying to catch me, trying to watch me without me knowing.
I would feel eyes on me in the shower. Soon, I found myself opening the shower door while I stood there, naked, closing my eyes on purpose as I ran my hands through my hair, lathering it with shampoo, conditioner. I would turn off the water and put my foot on the edge of the tub, intently staring at myself as I lathered my body, ran the cloth across my breasts, turning as I used the soap on my ass.
9/15/2014 2:18 PM
I would hear my door creak open as I put on my clothes. So, instead of putting them on quickly, I would stand in front of the mirror, examining myself, and trying to catch a glimpse of him to see if I was right. Pressing my breasts up slightly, I imagined myself with a push up bra. Mom would never allow it, but it didn't matter. It was still nice to imagine, to see the cleavage that would be showing. To imagine how the guys at school's eyes would bulge. My body turned profile, so someone at the door could see the swell of my breasts, tipped with slightly hardening nipples, my tight stomach, my slightly rounded ass, while I stared intently at the mirror, ignoring my door. If he was there.
Other times I would be laying on my bed, and catch the door crack slightly. I put down what I was reading and went over to the my bookshelf. Grabbing my M magazine, I went back to my bed and laid down.
9/29/2014 11:54 AM (Still have more to go, and the next part will be more graphic)
I propped the magazine up on my stomach, while leaving me room to glace just to the side of it. Just as I thought, the door was cracked ever so slightly.
The magazine in front of me was ignored, only there for show, nothing else. I thought about the glimpses I had seen of my brother. I thought about how I had spied on him as he masturbated. It sent a thrill to my head thinking taboo thoughts. He was my brother, not some random guy. We weren't supposed to see our brothers like that, with his penis in his hand, eyes glued to a computer screen, rubbing up and down his shaft. A tingle went up my spine at the image.
I lifted the magazine with one hand, and put the other between my legs.
My skirt was lifted, exposing my panties to my brother, peeking through my door.
My fingers worked aside the elastic band, across my thin patch of fur.
Meeting my sex, my fingers explored my labia, running along the edge.
A gentle push, and they penetrated my labia, ever so slightly.
I worked them inside me more, finding wetness, lubricating them, then following my labia higher.
Arriving at my clit, my fingers started working, massaging in slow circles.
I closed my eyes, putting the magazine down. The boys were boys, and I was no longer 14. They didn't thrill me, but my brothers eyes on me did.
Taking my now free left hand, I brought it down, and placed it against my clit, using my right hand to instead penetrate me.
Pushing my fingers in, then pulling them out, imagining them glistening with my dew.
Pinch my clit slightly, giving it a little tug, I moaned, the sound floating on the air.
My hands sped up, thrusting inside me faster, as deep as I could get them. The fabric of my panties strained as they worked my pussy hard. Harder. Harder.
My hands lifted and landed, over and over, grinding my clit, massaging it, playing with it, harder. More.
My fingers pushed my panties down, slightly, straining for room to plunge in, over and over.
I curled my middle finger, aiming it towards the top of the vagina, towards my stomach, rubbing hard. My panties twisted sideways, bits and pieces of my pussy showing here and there. Flashes of my brother, watching me, spiraled through my head.
I lost myself in the image of him, watching me, imagining him in the room with me, drinking in the sight of me, my fingers working my pussy.
Faster.
Push it.
Pull it.
Tease it.
Please it.
A full throated mixture of scream and moan escaped me as I felt myself being pushed over the bring, felt my body shudder as my mind floated on my intoxicating climax.
As my body calmed down, I took another peek at the door. It was now closed.
9/29/2014 12:48 End of the chapter. Please look for Chanter 10 soon.
I would feel eyes on me in the shower. Soon, I found myself opening the shower door while I stood there, naked, closing my eyes on purpose as I ran my hands through my hair, lathering it with shampoo, conditioner. I would turn off the water and put my foot on the edge of the tub, intently staring at myself as I lathered my body, ran the cloth across my breasts, turning as I used the soap on my ass.
9/15/2014 2:18 PM
I would hear my door creak open as I put on my clothes. So, instead of putting them on quickly, I would stand in front of the mirror, examining myself, and trying to catch a glimpse of him to see if I was right. Pressing my breasts up slightly, I imagined myself with a push up bra. Mom would never allow it, but it didn't matter. It was still nice to imagine, to see the cleavage that would be showing. To imagine how the guys at school's eyes would bulge. My body turned profile, so someone at the door could see the swell of my breasts, tipped with slightly hardening nipples, my tight stomach, my slightly rounded ass, while I stared intently at the mirror, ignoring my door. If he was there.
Other times I would be laying on my bed, and catch the door crack slightly. I put down what I was reading and went over to the my bookshelf. Grabbing my M magazine, I went back to my bed and laid down.
9/29/2014 11:54 AM (Still have more to go, and the next part will be more graphic)
I propped the magazine up on my stomach, while leaving me room to glace just to the side of it. Just as I thought, the door was cracked ever so slightly.
The magazine in front of me was ignored, only there for show, nothing else. I thought about the glimpses I had seen of my brother. I thought about how I had spied on him as he masturbated. It sent a thrill to my head thinking taboo thoughts. He was my brother, not some random guy. We weren't supposed to see our brothers like that, with his penis in his hand, eyes glued to a computer screen, rubbing up and down his shaft. A tingle went up my spine at the image.
I lifted the magazine with one hand, and put the other between my legs.
My skirt was lifted, exposing my panties to my brother, peeking through my door.
My fingers worked aside the elastic band, across my thin patch of fur.
Meeting my sex, my fingers explored my labia, running along the edge.
A gentle push, and they penetrated my labia, ever so slightly.
I worked them inside me more, finding wetness, lubricating them, then following my labia higher.
Arriving at my clit, my fingers started working, massaging in slow circles.
I closed my eyes, putting the magazine down. The boys were boys, and I was no longer 14. They didn't thrill me, but my brothers eyes on me did.
Taking my now free left hand, I brought it down, and placed it against my clit, using my right hand to instead penetrate me.
Pushing my fingers in, then pulling them out, imagining them glistening with my dew.
Pinch my clit slightly, giving it a little tug, I moaned, the sound floating on the air.
My hands sped up, thrusting inside me faster, as deep as I could get them. The fabric of my panties strained as they worked my pussy hard. Harder. Harder.
My hands lifted and landed, over and over, grinding my clit, massaging it, playing with it, harder. More.
My fingers pushed my panties down, slightly, straining for room to plunge in, over and over.
I curled my middle finger, aiming it towards the top of the vagina, towards my stomach, rubbing hard. My panties twisted sideways, bits and pieces of my pussy showing here and there. Flashes of my brother, watching me, spiraled through my head.
I lost myself in the image of him, watching me, imagining him in the room with me, drinking in the sight of me, my fingers working my pussy.
Faster.
Push it.
Pull it.
Tease it.
Please it.
A full throated mixture of scream and moan escaped me as I felt myself being pushed over the bring, felt my body shudder as my mind floated on my intoxicating climax.
As my body calmed down, I took another peek at the door. It was now closed.
9/29/2014 12:48 End of the chapter. Please look for Chanter 10 soon.
Brotherly Love, Chapter 8 (Incest fantasy)
It felt like a great weight had been taken off our shoulders. We were back, the dynamic duo, the twins extraordinaire. However, it seemed other things had changed between us, ever so slightly.
We found ourselves avoiding the bathroom while the other was in there. While we would still hold hands, we also found a slight distance. Not like before, but we didn't hold hands as much. We didn't give each other friendly kisses on the cheek. We were both finally, and acutely aware, that he was a guy and I was a girl.
I started thinking about how we acted in the past. I guess to anyone who observed us but didn't know us, we would seem like a boyfriend/girlfriend couple. When we would get in playful moods, and tickle each other mercilessly, or wrestle around, we would be more careful where we put our hands. We also did it less and less.
We stopped watching dirty videos together, and started doing our own thing when it came to finding sexual material to satisfy the hormones rushing through our bodies. After all, I had only completed puberty a couple years earlier, and he had just finished not long ago. There were still feelings, and emotions, and itches that we wanted to scratch while being good and saving ourselves for marriage.
Our parents noticed, and were a bit puzzled, but didn't say anything.
As the memory of him naked started fading, I also found I wanted to see him. Oh, he was still my brother, and I didn't want to think of him that way, but he was still the only guy I had ever seen naked. I couldn't get it out of my head, and wanted to see him.
I am not sure how it happened, but, I found myself sneaking around, spying on him while we were doing our own thing.
I would wait until he was in the shower, and the water was going, then crack the door, just slightly, trying to catch sight of him in the mirror. I would crack his bedroom door when I thought I heard something suspicious and see if I could catch him masturbating.
A couple times he caught me, so I just walked in as if that was my intention. He wasn't doing anything though, much to my disappointment.
I found myself walking into his bedroom more often, hoping to catch him doing something. Once, I did.
"Hey!" He yelled. "Out!" He picked up a balled up sock and threw it at me. Later, we laughed about it, and pretended it didn't matter.
At the same time, it seemed sometimes like he wanted me to catch him. I would go to his room door, and find it cracked open slightly when mom and dad weren't at home, with porn playing loudly in his room. I would open the door, just enough to look in, and find him standing there, naked, sweaty, watching the screen as his hand worked his penis. He took long strokes, hand moving from the base to the head, until it the head was resting against his middle and ring finger, then stroke back down.
Mouth slightly open, his hand moved back to the base.
Lips parted, stroke back to the head.
Breathing harder, stroke back down.
Speeding up, his eyes drank in the porn actress, watching her intently.
A little clear liquid dangling from the tip of his penis, to be swept up by his hand cover the head.
The stroked got smaller, faster, no longer going to the base of his penis.
Grabbing the balled sock, he held it against his penis with the other hand.
Stroke up, stroke down, his hand almost a blur.
Eyes closed now, I could see his toes curling against the carpet in his room.
His body now glistening in sweat, he pushed the sock hard against his penis as his hips thrust forward.
I could hear him grunt as he thrust into the sock a couple times, quickly, before standing perfectly still, head thrown back, his sock now stained with his cum. I closed the door silently, off to my own room to get my own toys, and to pleasure myself with the image still clear in my mind.
9/15/2014 2:13 PM
We found ourselves avoiding the bathroom while the other was in there. While we would still hold hands, we also found a slight distance. Not like before, but we didn't hold hands as much. We didn't give each other friendly kisses on the cheek. We were both finally, and acutely aware, that he was a guy and I was a girl.
I started thinking about how we acted in the past. I guess to anyone who observed us but didn't know us, we would seem like a boyfriend/girlfriend couple. When we would get in playful moods, and tickle each other mercilessly, or wrestle around, we would be more careful where we put our hands. We also did it less and less.
We stopped watching dirty videos together, and started doing our own thing when it came to finding sexual material to satisfy the hormones rushing through our bodies. After all, I had only completed puberty a couple years earlier, and he had just finished not long ago. There were still feelings, and emotions, and itches that we wanted to scratch while being good and saving ourselves for marriage.
Our parents noticed, and were a bit puzzled, but didn't say anything.
As the memory of him naked started fading, I also found I wanted to see him. Oh, he was still my brother, and I didn't want to think of him that way, but he was still the only guy I had ever seen naked. I couldn't get it out of my head, and wanted to see him.
I am not sure how it happened, but, I found myself sneaking around, spying on him while we were doing our own thing.
I would wait until he was in the shower, and the water was going, then crack the door, just slightly, trying to catch sight of him in the mirror. I would crack his bedroom door when I thought I heard something suspicious and see if I could catch him masturbating.
A couple times he caught me, so I just walked in as if that was my intention. He wasn't doing anything though, much to my disappointment.
I found myself walking into his bedroom more often, hoping to catch him doing something. Once, I did.
"Hey!" He yelled. "Out!" He picked up a balled up sock and threw it at me. Later, we laughed about it, and pretended it didn't matter.
At the same time, it seemed sometimes like he wanted me to catch him. I would go to his room door, and find it cracked open slightly when mom and dad weren't at home, with porn playing loudly in his room. I would open the door, just enough to look in, and find him standing there, naked, sweaty, watching the screen as his hand worked his penis. He took long strokes, hand moving from the base to the head, until it the head was resting against his middle and ring finger, then stroke back down.
Mouth slightly open, his hand moved back to the base.
Lips parted, stroke back to the head.
Breathing harder, stroke back down.
Speeding up, his eyes drank in the porn actress, watching her intently.
A little clear liquid dangling from the tip of his penis, to be swept up by his hand cover the head.
The stroked got smaller, faster, no longer going to the base of his penis.
Grabbing the balled sock, he held it against his penis with the other hand.
Stroke up, stroke down, his hand almost a blur.
Eyes closed now, I could see his toes curling against the carpet in his room.
His body now glistening in sweat, he pushed the sock hard against his penis as his hips thrust forward.
I could hear him grunt as he thrust into the sock a couple times, quickly, before standing perfectly still, head thrown back, his sock now stained with his cum. I closed the door silently, off to my own room to get my own toys, and to pleasure myself with the image still clear in my mind.
9/15/2014 2:13 PM
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