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My Sex Life with Sister

bawa on Incest Stories

I am 18 and she's 24 at that time we used to be living in samll apartment and our family was big(2 brother and 2 sisters plus parents) and my computer was in my sister's room, one day i desided to film her while she changes after she get back home from the work. so i setup my webcam (it was so cheap with low video quality) and she arrived i had to get out of the bedroom other whys she could changed her dress in the toilet so i left and she locked the door i was waiting for arround half hour and she came back i start thinking what could she doing there in 30 mins i start worring mybe she found the webcam on or something, but she came out with his sleeping dress, she had very good body with nice tits, i had always thoght how i can get my hand on them, (i tried lots of time just feeling them
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and did ), so i went to cheak what my webcam cought," ohhhhhh God" i said i saw most beutiful as in the world and then while was undressing i saw her taking of her bra and his beutiful tits showing off (the most importent thing i wanted to see in her entire body). and she was massgning her tits i felt a big shock o my penies and precum was covering it as my heart was bumping faster. as i said before my cam was notgood so i couldnt see her pussy( i was so pissed), then she disapeared from cam's view, she was not apearing for more then 20 min's i was wondering what she was doing then suddenly i saw she got up from the floor with her hand on her pussy i didnt botehred it. and she got dressed and i was shocked that she didnt put here bra and panties on, just a sleeping dress but notting was showing thro it. clip ended and i empty my load. i was so exciting of what i saw, the next day i filmed her again and once again she took about 30 min to get out and same thing happend she lied down and disapeared from cam i that time doubted that she may be Masturbating i never thought my inoscent sister does Masturbat, next day i set the cam in a direction that will face down on the floor so i could see what she does in 30 min, as usuall it was arround 3 Pm and she arrived and she looked littler tired and horney, she went to her room and closed door this it took almost 50 mins went near door and i heared a very light sound, AHHHHHHHH< OHHHHHHHHHHHH. i couldnt handle it more finaly she came out and i rushed in to see the video, she just drop her self on the floor and took his panties on start Masturbating just i thought and yes she was screaming after 40 min she finaly cumed and got on her feet and changed his dressed and i saw my self in video rushing to the pc (lol), from that day i said to my self i should help her and my self. next day she came home i told her to drop me some where (she had car) while we were in the road i dont know how but suddenly it came on my mouth u Masturbate "What...huh...hmm" she said and she while she was shacking she said "no.. i dont" i said i have proof i filmed u with the webcam "ohhhh no" "so what u want now" i was freakin and shacking and once again it just came out of my mouth "i can help and u can help me" she was like "errrrrrrrrrr, what u mean" i said comon u know that why do it urself when u have somebody to do it for u, she started to getting it "OK so u want to fuck me" yeh i said " u can enjoy it to" "but this is wrong" i know but who cares she said i must think of it 1st, i said ill use condomes and protection so there will be no risk. she said ur pretty smart and i Laughed, " so what u think" she said well as far as nobody knows am ok with it. i harldy could stop my manhood to wake up and she was keep looking at, " do u want it" she ashamed and said "yes, who long ist" i said to her it long enough to hurt u(it was arround 9") . "what now" she asked "do u know any good place to stop by and have a fresh startup of what we're going to do" i asked her. "she said how about my car" as her car was big enough to have a fast sex, she found a good spot where no building was there, i took the 1st step by feeling my most favorite thing "TITS" from out of her dress, she droped her head back and moaning "ohhh that feels good" she said, "that's begning sis" i said back to her. as there was a risk of cops i didnt ask her to take her clothes of but i took my hand in her dress and pulled her bra down, God damn its was so hot tits and he nipples were so ticked, i squeezed them for couple of min and went to next station "Pussy" she didnt wear any panties at all this time i asked her why she said "it was hot today" so i felt cums all over her pussy i thougth mybe somebody fucked her today before me, any way i didnt care and start feeling her, it was damn hard and i was so pissed i couldnt do much except touching as we were in car. i opend her long balck hair and smell then while kissing her lips "ohhh no kissing please" she yaled , ok sis i responed her. i said it your turn sis, she took her right hand to my zip bringing my cock out " OHHHH WOW.... So Big... this aint Fitting in me" she said once again i Laughed. she started to taking it to her mouth and sucking it, since it was my 1st blowjob i like it too mcuh and grapped her hair and pushed it down harder, she said i cant take it full inside "it will not take much time am cuming just wait little more" i responded her, after 3 min of sucking i camed and all my spersm in her mouth, she slapt me and grapped a tisue box and cleaned her mouth, "dont u like that" i said "well i like it but not a glass of it " she yaled, i was damn Laughing. then she start her car and we were on our way back to home, in our way back to home i asked her if we will do this again "yes sure... why not" and i was so exsited . after 1 week of waiting for good time my parents finaly planed going out some where and taking us too, "will u come with us" father asked me and my sister in very fast way " no i dont feel to go out" i said my sister understood that we have chance of having a long sex "i wont come dad" she said that too , well my dad didnt bothered and next day they went out with my lil bro and 2nd sister, i couldnt belive we were home alone, we keeped calmed for 30 min to be sure nobody will come home back, then she said wait i have a suprise for u , she went in her room a closed the door "hey cam is on sis" i said to her in funny way and she Laughed, so she came outwith very sexy black color dress my manhood was ticked and forcing to come out of the pants i didnt waste time nd took my pants off and she said cant u be patent and play for a while before goign to main event, i said not and grabed her by my arm and took her to the bed and as i said i didnt waste my time at all and start pushing my cock in her, "be carefull not to hurt me" she said "ok dont worry, ive seen lots of porno" she Laughed in very loud voice so i fucked her and fucked her till i was cumin, i rememberd she told me not to cum in her pussy so i took my dick back out and she started to suck, i said sis am cumin and u dont want it in ur mouth so let it go "no i want it this time" i was more excited i as i found my sis is more bitch then i thought. its been 2 years sice that time and almost do it once a week or when we get a chance.

Two for One

Jim Moore on Incest Stories

I really can't remember the first time I fucked my sister that was one year older than me, we did fuck and did it often. I was 16 at the time and was horny all the time and it seemed like she was also. We have a sister that is 14 but she doesn't get involves yet. My sis and I had just finished up with a good long fuck and I had pumper her young cunt full of cum when there as a noise. We both looked up and there stood our younger sister.

"What are you two doing?" she ask. My older sister answered her with, "I'ts called fucking, but you wouldn't know about it."

"I know what it's called but you aren't supposed to be doing it with a brother." About that time my cock slipped out of her cunt and little sis saw it for the first time. She gasp and put

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her hand over her mouth. "What's the mater haven't you ever seen a cock before? I ask. "Sure but not one that big".

My older sister said, "Well that is why I was fucking him because he has the best cock in town, and you better keep your mouth shut or I'll tell Mom about you sucking your boy friend John's cock."

"Why don't you come here and join us if you like to suck cock, I will let you suck mine." I could feel my dick starting to get hard again. Slowly she walked over to the bed and crawled up on it never taking her eyes off my half hard cock. I reached out and started to rub her tits and squeeze them and then my dick came to full attention and was standing tall. I took her hand and put it on my dick and told her to move it up and down. My other sister chipped in and showed her how to stroke it. I pulled her T-shirt up over her head and took off her bra to expose two of the most beautiful tits I had ever seen. Her nipples were hard and as she stroked my cock I rolled her nipples between my fingers. She was breathing heavy so I slid my hand under the leg of her shorts and when I touched her pussy she jerked but then relaxed. I told her to take her shorts off and get naked like us. She didn't hesitate but pulled her shorts off and her panties. Her snatch was beautiful. It had some light brown hair on it. My older sister took her by the sholders and layed her down and said "Eat her pussy big brother". I started by kissing and licking her pussy up and down her little slit then I put my tongue in her pussy and started licking and tongue fucking her flicking her clit. It didn't take long until she was shaking all over and I knew she was haveing her first orgasm.

My older  sister said "You want to fuck that little pussy don't you?" "Can he fuck you little sister?" She just shook her head yes. I wasted no time getting between her legs. My older sister lined up my cock with the enterence to her little cunt and I slowly pushed it in.

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Me and My Niece (chapter 1)

Ravenshade on Incest Stories

Me n My Niece

I hated days like these. Humid, hot, and no wind, even the air conditioning just blew around hot air. You see, I’m 24, I own my place already thanks to rich parents down on the Cornish coast, however, today didn’t have the breeze that I had come to live here for. Though, British weather wasn’t something you could predict by any standards either.

 

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out of the window in desperation, I sighed and shut the blinds hoping it might actually cool the place down. I doubted it though. I walked over to the fridge and took out a can of shandy, I wasn’t a Beer man, but I did like the taste of a good ale with a little lemonade. I popped it open and drank the whole can down. Refreshed I crushed it up in my hand and threw it into the waste basket.

 

I’m not exactly, a muscular person, but no one has ever told me that I don’t look handsome. Probably all those martial art classes, and believe me, Tai chi shouldn’t be sniffed at. I rubbed a bruise on my back. Take my advice, don’t brag about Karate in front of a Tai-chi specialist.

 

At that moment, the phone rang.

 

“Who the hell…?” I muttered. I had assumed that everyone would be out enjoying themselves at swimming baths or other recreational activities. The only reason why I was still in was because I was paying off the mortgage for this property still. I couldn’t even afford to run my car. I picked up the phone.

 

“Hello…” I said, “Uh huh…Suzy? Oh, okay then, yeah sure no problem, yeah….” I looked at my watch, “?” I frowned slightly, “Yeah sure.”

 

Not that I didn’t like doing favours for my big sister…but this was going to be one of the most torturous evenings going. Suzy, my no means was a tease. Her favourite outfit, was a figure hugging belly-revealing top, and a mini skirt with a pair of beige shorts underneath. Countless times I’ve watched her walk past boys and men, teasing them. She’d done this since she was old enough to know what that hole between her legs did to dirty old men. I hadn’t seen her in a while though, so maybe she’d changed. I doubted it.  

 

Looking at my watch again I sighed. I wouldn’t get much work done now. It 4:00pm, and although I worked from home Suzy used to be such a troublemaker that I’d be snipping the phone lines to prevent her from making house parties…at my house! It was after the latest incident three years ago, coincidently the last time that I saw her, that she started teasing me about how I wanted her all to myself.

 

On the case of work, I worked from home, which cut down on costs quite a bit, I was a Web Designer earning a respectable 150,000 large ones a year…and yet I was still paying the mortgage off for this two bed roomed, though large coastal house. I looked at my watch again and shoved some water in my ice bucket before putting it in the freezer. I’ll be damned if she didn’t ask for fresh water with ice.

 

I decided to go on the all out and do as much as I could before they got here. I got out the vacuum cleaner and whizzed round quickly. There was no reason why I shouldn’t make the house look at least the slightest bit presentable.

 

I had just finished dusting off the T.V.…something I hadn’t used in god knows how long, when the door bell rang.

 

“Here already huh?” I looked at the time, “Ah well.” I walked to the door and opened it. I stopped.

 

“Hello?” I said looking at a girl who I was sure I didn’t know. She just looked to the side in what seemed to be an annoyed stare, no smile, just a cold hard stare to the side, holding a large gym over her shoulder with one hand. Then my sister popped her head round the doorway as if to surprise me.

 

“Hey bro!” She said, “Happy to see me?”

 

“Er…” I thought for a moment, “Yeah.” She pouted immediately and then slapped me playfully, “I thought you were bringing Suzy, who’s this?”

 

It was then that I realized, this was Suzy, and she was no longer wearing the provocative clothes she used to. Now it was a case of...faded jeans, a long sleeve black baggy top, and black hair…was it dyed from the brown I was used to…probably. It was so different to see her like this.

 

“DO you mind,” Suzy spoke suddenly. As I looked her over, “Tch…” She pushed past me and my sister looked at me.

 

“Call her Suzanna from now on…every time I call her Suzy she scowls so I call her by her full name now,” My sister said and beamed at me. She was still like a kid when she came to visit me. I looked at my sister again.

 

“It’s because of Martin isn’t it?” My sister nodded. Martin was Suzy’s…no Suzanna’s father, he’d been a good father, and Suzanna would have done anything for him. It came as a bit of a shock…no a lot of a shock when his heart ruptured. Suzanna had been there right when it had happened, she had been holding his hand through the last moments of his life. When it came to it, the doctors couldn’t figure out what had happened, he’d never had a weak heart, no heart attacks, a healthy-ish diet, regular exercise, it wasn’t even genetic why had he died? No one knew but it was unique for a heart to just explode, and apparently he had took it gracefully, never screaming in pain, he just fell to his knee’s suddenly. The doctors had said it must’ve hurt, but he’d probably not wanted his daughter to hear a scream in pain at least, not from her father. Suzy had clammed up since then from what I had heard on my phone, and this was three weeks after I had seen her last.

 

“I’ve seen her gazing at pictures of you and Martin, I’ve seen her go to pick the phone up to call you but she never did,” My sister looked downcast then.

 

“You wanna come in,” She shook her head, “I have coffee.” I said as if to entice her in. She laughed and we both remembered the days when we used to argue over it and our parent’s would say, “Coffee isn’t for children”. We burst out laughing.

 

“Nah, I need to get going, I’m really sorry about this,” She said referring to Suzy. I brushed it off.

 

“It doesn’t matter, anything I can do to help I will,” I said, and I truly meant it, my sister and Suzy were the most important people to me in the world now. She looked like she was about to say something but stopped, blushed and walked away with a quick goodbye. I waved as she drove down the road. I turned around and walked back in.

 

It shocked me to see that the water hadn’t been touched, and instead she’d gone for the cranberry juice in the fridge. I blinked. This wasn’t Suzy at all, this was a completely different person…well almost.

 

“Is there something I can get you?” I asked watching her place the glass on the table. She shook her head and walked back into her room. It was the same as she had left it when she had last visited. I sighed, what she needed now was normality so I flicked on the TV to her usual channel which was a Music channel, I could never understand why she was into dance music before. I turned it up just loud enough to listen to if she wanted to, and enough to ignore if that’s what she wanted.

 

It was amazing how much you remember the routines of people you love, and the routine it puts you in. I flicked on the water heater and went back to work, something I had never been able to do before with Suzy in the house…I frowned, no this wasn’t Suzy, this was Suzanna, I corrected myself. I noticed a gush of cold air whisk in. It was getting cooler out there. That was good. At least she wouldn’t have one of those hot sticky nights tonight.

 

I finished up work on the computer and started preparing dinner. I heard the bath running. When had she moved to the bathroom? I shook my head and thought about what to cook tonight. Though I already knew what I was going to cook tonight, fish. It’s what I always cooked the first night Suzy came to stay. Fish, on a bed of water cress and new home grown new potatoes. However, the watercress and potatoes weren’t supposed to be eaten straight away, since there was a lot of fish to get through, she used to enjoy sitting and eating this and she wondered why I didn’t do it every day. I sighed again and set up the dining room area. As usual I shut the thick curtains to the only windows to the dining room area, which tended to repel a lot of the heat from outside and filled up the home made…yet extremely quiet air conditioning system with dry ice, though not much of it. The candles were the final item that set the atmosphere. I wondered if she’d wear the outfit she’d always wear for this occasion. (A short red dress). Though, with what I had seen earlier, I doubted it. I finished up by setting out the knives and forks. I think she liked the way I set everything up as it seemed that was one of her main reasons for coming. With that, while everything was slowly cooking I changed into something a little more fitting. My fathers suit.

 

I walked back into the kitchen area and noticed that the glass of cranberry juice was missing. I smiled glad that she had something to drink. Then started heating up the plates that we’d be using. I had a suspicion that she wouldn’t come out though…which would worry a lot of people if you did something special for someone and they never turned up. It’s not only a disappointment but it’s embarrassing too. I took the steamed fish in on a platter all by itself, and put it in the centre of the table. Then I put the bedding of watercress and new potatoes onto the deep plates and carried them in also…via a towel, do you really think after being on the hot plate for fifteen minutes I was going to be able to touch them?

 

Now everything was set, there was only one thing missing. Suzanna. I heard something towards where the bathroom was. Then I realized Suzanna was headed this way, was she going to turn up after all?

 

“Uh…Uncle Jake,” came Suzanna’s voice. Yeah that’s my name, kind of normal isn’t it. I liked it, “Could you close your eyes for a minute?”

 

“Sure,” I said, I even turned around, it was unusual to get a direct request from her. I heard her walk in. I could hear her heart beating, yet she was nowhere near me, she took a moment to calm herself…calm herself? Who the hell was I in the room with. This was definitely not the Suzy who loved to tease.

 

“Y-You can turn around now,” A stutter? I was in shock. I opened my eyes slowly as I turned around wondering what the surprise might be. My jaw dropped. No she wasn’t standing nude, something much better…or was it, how was I to know? She was wearing a long Satin red dress, no shoulder straps, just a very long dress that showed off her figure beautifully. Her hair was completely different from what I had seen earlier, no long was it straight and un-styled, it was wave with a few curls here and there. Then I noticed the make up which she had applied, and it was very little. It was then that I saw her look at the ground suddenly as she blushed. I smiled.

 

“You look beautiful, some guy is going to very lucky to be your husband,” I let my hand drift up her arm, and I escorted her slowly to her seat, of which I pulled out for her. If she wanted to dress like a lady, then she’d be treated as such. I took my own seat and expected her to burst into conversation, but she didn’t. In fact, her gaze hadn’t lifted from the floor. I smiled anyway, and lifted the cover from the plate of fish. I was thankful that the air conditioning unit hadn’t gone bust lately, as there was now a gentle mist on the floor, just enough to creep in between your toes and tickle them lightly.

 

I looked at her, “Am I that bad to look at?” She looked at me in shock, blushed harder and looked the other side. I on the other hand was confused. What was her problem? I shrugged it off, “You can eat if you want, but I’m not going to force you.”

 

“Please.” She said quietly. Please what? Now what the hell was going on? Who was this girl who was making my heart beat ten to the dozen. I couldn’t believe I was sitting here, it was as if I was dreaming. Then I realized, she was playing the lady tonight. Something I was definitely not used to. Although it was probably not supposed to, this feeling of being needed was doing wonders for my sexual appetite and I was pretty sure I was going to be wearing out my hand tonight. I leaned over quietly, and started to place a fish or two on her plate. Then I did the same with mine. I stopped in my tracks suddenly.

 

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked. She nodded and I headed off into the kitchen leaving her alone. I pulled out a bottle of grape juice, it tasted like fine wine, but it had no alcoholic content at all. I took a bottle of red and white in. Followed by a couple of glasses and finally a glass jug of iced water. I poured her a glass of the white grape juice. I knew she liked that one. She took the glass from my hand as I offered it, she lingered a little too long I thought on my hand. Had she changed? Why if she was, didn’t I feel like I was being teased? I started on my food, and then she hers.

 

We ate in more or less silence, though I caught her stealing glances at me when she was pretending to take a sip of her grape juice. I knew she was pretending sometimes because she didn’t swallow. Yes I was looking, you try not looking when you have a girl with a 34C chest, a narrow-ish waist and flared hips of a young woman sitting directly in front of you with stunning blue eyes and black hair that just enhanced her features.  I’m not saying she was overly thin, but she was by no means fat, and her arms seemed quite toned as if she had been doing dancing or gymnastics. What the hell had my sister unleashed onto me this time. I excused myself to the bathroom. I couldn’t sit there having thoughts like that. I washed my face to freshen up. Then I returned to my seat and she giggled slightly. I cocked my head.

 

“What is it?” I asked. She looked at me and then down at my top. Argh damnations…I had gotten a splash of water down the side of it.

 

“Damn,” I breathed. She laughed again. I was now completely confused and I was going to ask my sister tomorrow where they had stashed the real Suzanna. The rest of the meal was finished in silence, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek good-night before retiring to bed.

 

I washed up as much as I could, putting some pots and pans into soak before retiring to the shower firstly. I finished myself off in there if you get what I mean, though I had a sneaky suspicion I was being watched, I was thankful half of the glass was frosted so even if she had, she couldn’t have seen anything easily. I put on my silk dressing down when I came out, which curiously…had Suzanna’s scent on it, she’d probably used it to go to and from her room while preparing herself earlier. I headed into my room, placed the dressing down on a hanger and proceeded to bed, like I always did…nude. I loved my bed because it wasn’t an ordinary bed, it was made up of fur rugs, though the fur wasn’t real it was pretty darn good and I had several layers that kept me comfortable. I fell to sleep almost immediately.

 

I woke up again in the night, I didn’t know when, but I was kind of in that state where I was awake but I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to move. Then I felt something warm move in behind me. Something even softer than my fur rugs pressed into my back.

 

“Suzanna you can’t….” I went on but I was interrupted with…

 

“Please…I don’t want to be alone.” She said softly.

 

“But I’m…” She cuddled up to me further. Well that was a useless argument because so was she.

 

“We shouldn’t…” I started and I felt her arm around me. I resigned myself to my fate and held her hand. We lay like that for a while, and only when I thought she was asleep did I go to sleep as well, dreaming of being wrapped in the softest of silks.

Sex with my Mom-True story

asiansex on Incest Stories

I always love sex when I was 13 I would peek at my mom in the bedroom or in the shower. I am half asian and white I live in a small town outside of dallas. My life has been very fun was popular in highschool played football and pretty good looking(6'2 220).Its been 13 years since the first time I had sex with my mom and till this day we still do some crazy stuff(phone sex). I have move another state but when I go home I always have the best sex with my mom.My story is true so a little long but I think you will enjoy.Lets start, back when I was 10 I can home one day from school. Had 1 older brother but he was always hangng out with his friends.I always went to the kitchen first to get so milk and cookies. I started to walk down the hall and heared my mom talking on the

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phone in her room. So I wanted her to know I was home and when was dinner. Dad was military so he was always home after 6pm. As I got close to the room I could see the door crack and there was the first time I saw my mom naked. She was standing in the closet with her back faceing me. I was froozen in my tracks and just staring at her. She was looking at her cloths and was giving me a show that would change my life. Mom was pretty hot 5'4 dark skin about 120 and c cup. I was always in to sex I always keep to myself about sex I would play with myself in the bath and would look at dirty books my older brother had but never jerk off or seen a real naked women. As I watch I started to think about my mom and her fucking me. Back then women had big hairy bush but as a little boy pussy was pussy and real pussy was the best.I started to get hard and realize for the first time that I wanted to fuck my mom. I know that it was wrong but she was the first women that I got to see naked and real.As she bent down I saw everything from her pussy to her butt crack. As I heard her say bye on the phone I went to the bathroom and close the door. I quickly took of my cloths and started to touch myself and play with my cock.I close my eyes and was thinking that of my mom fucking me and for the first time I jerk off and cum. It was so good that I wanted to do it more now and from that day I became my own sex toy. As time went I started to stay home more then hang out with friends. I would race home hoping to see my mom or just be alone so I could jerk off. After a few months went by I would come home and if alone get naked and look at my moms panties.I love this and as a young boy sex was good with myself.Before I go on just so everyone knows Im a good person in life go to church never got in trouble with the law got a great job making 65k a year but as a little boy just love sex. One day as I came home My mom was a sleep in the livingroom. I guess she fell asleep watching TV. She was on the couch and was wearing t-shrit and shorts. From the kitchen I could see her as I watch her I being to playwith myself. I was behind the counter so If she woke up she could only see from the chest up and if someone came homeI could just walk to my room. As I watch I pull down my pants to my ankles and just started to jerk off right there. I could see her brown nipples through her shirt and and see some of her panties from the side. Mom always wear white ons but she had other colors but white ones where always in the dirty cloths. She roll over on her side and her back was faceing me. Her t-shirt was up a little so I got a view of her butt and backside of her panties.I could see the outline of her panties and her shorts. I was so hard and wanted to see more or just cum on my mom. I pulled my pants up and with my hard cock in and bulgeing from my pants I went to see more close up. I went in and sat on the floor next to her so she though I was watching TV. I was about 3 feet away from her butt I slowly started to touch her butt and rub my cock.I was scard shitless but I was so horny and wanted to see how far I could go. I got up close to small  her crack and notice her shorts where unbuttin. I could see alittle of her dark push through her pants. I could not belive what I was doing here I was looking at my mom with my cock in my hand. I wanted her to move so I sat down so she could not see my cock and tap her on the back to let her know I was home. She turn around and laid on her back. She talk for a second and went back to sleep. That was it I started to jerk off slowly just looking at her I got up on my knees and bent dowh to smell her pussy. The smell of pussy is the best right guys you know what Im talking about. I just stood on my knees and watch my mom. I slowly started to to play with myself. Here I was cock in hand(5 inches lets be real not fake) if my mom wakes up Im dead. I watch her and just wanted to fuck her and eat her pussy. As I got up to go to the bathroom still holding my cockMy mom woke and saw me. She freak and started to yell and hit me I ran to my room know I was dead. My dad is going to kill me. I freak out started to think what the hell is wrong with me. That night at the dinner table I was shock that my mom did not tell my dad. After dinner dad went to take a shower and brother was in his room on the phone. I was in room when my mom called me to help with the dishes. I was scared but went to the kitchen as we where clean mom talk about stuff and the family as we finish mom said she was going to take a shower. My parents have a shower in there room but for some reason as I went to my room my mom knock on my door and said she was going to take a shower in the other bathroom which was next to my room. When she came in I could see her sleeping clothes and fresh panties. As I sat there think why my mom did not tell my dad I heard the water turn on. My mom never takes a shower always bath. I started to get hard and went to the kitchen to get a drink. As I look down the hall my brother door was close I went to the kitchen and dad called me to the garage. I went and we talk and my brother came in and said he was going to his friends house for 1 hour. As he left and I went to my room I notice the bathroom door crack I could hear my dad in the garage talking on the phone. I slowly walk up to the door and saw my mom taking a bath I started to jerk off and just keep looking. She was so hot wjth the water running down her dark skin and her dark nipples. I was so turn on slowly jerking my cock and watching her. She would stand up and wash her body. As I slowly watch her and stroke my cock mom my look right at me. We both just stood there I saw her look down and she look at me and contiune to wash herself. We never said a word just kept looking at eeach other. I was about to cum and got real brave I push the door open a little and let her look at me. Not one word came out and when I blow my load it went everywhere. I kept looking at her my mom doesnt touch herself but she was playing with her pussy. As I finish I look at her and she just turn around and went on bathing. I heard my dad come to the kitchen so I ran back to my room. I was lost in words did my mom just see me jerk off? I started to think that this was all a dream. I started to change and put everything in thought when I heard my mom open the bathroom door. I want her so bad I was just in my underwear and said fuck it here we go. I open my door and turn off my light. As my mom walk by I called her and when she walk to my bedroom I gave her a hug and started to put my hand down her shirt. I grab her tit and started to caress then. My mom pull on my cock and look at me and walk out.This was it she was mine and I was going to her. That night I was in my room watching tv when my mom came in. She was talking about stuff and sat on my bed I was on the floor but as soon as she can in I was hard as arock. I stood up and she look at my tent in my shorts. I walk over to the door and stood by the door. As I turn around to see her I pull down my shorts and look at her. I told her that I want to her to teach me to fuck and have sex with her all the time. She slowly sat close to me and told me to watch and listen for anyone. She slowly started to touch it and ask me why I look at her and touch myself. I want to kiss her but she said no just watch and listen. Being 13 not to smart about sex and first time. She  slowly started to tell me about looking at her and feel on my cock.She took at kiss on my stomach and went down kiss me. I felt her get close and her touching my balls was al it took I started to cum little by little. Mom started to lick it and then put it in her mouth.My first blow job was great but just the fact it was my mom made it even better. She clean me up and gave me a kiss I forced my tng in her month and we slowly started to kiss I put my hand down her shorts and felt her pussy for the first time. She was so wet and she look in the hallway and pull her shorts and panties down a little as I rub her pussy she started to buck a little with every move. She told me to put my fingers in my mouth and taste her. I love it and wanted more. She turn around bent forword a little so she could hear if anyone. Her shorts where down right below her butt. She lead me to be right behind her slowly she pull on my cock and told me to place it right by her pussy. As I did she insert it in and with this I was fucking my mom doggy style. I was kind of nerveous but as she thursted back and forword I started to fell so good and wanted this to last forever. I could hear her moun and touch my cock and fell it everytime I can out as I went in see would push back and grab her butt checks to open up. I felt her juices run down my cock and to my balls. My mom started to play with my balls and taste her fingers.I started to get the hang of it and my mom was so wet she was rubbing on her pussy and put one of her legs on my bed to open her pussy some more.I could feel the build up and wanted to cum in her. I load her hot and wet pussy and she slowly started to move and look at me cum in her. I pull out and she pull up her shorts and went down and started to suck on my cock. She clean me up gave me a kiss and smile at me and left. I was in heaven and could not belive what just happen. I was so into sex with my mom and wanted more. Thinking of her pussy and her sucking my cock made me sleepless that night. I could tell you all that made up stuff about moms talking dirty to 13 year old sons with 7 in cock but this is TRUE and it gets better. Please understand this was 13 years ago and till this day we still find time to get kinky with each other. I still look at panties in my aunts house and jerk off to them. I have a girlfriend and she loves the sex we have. Any feed back please e-mail me at txaznrussell@yahoo.com  more to come and think about this and its all TRUE.

  

Fuck by my Sisters Husband part 3

jkwon on Incest Stories

As we got to his room he started to get undress and when he pull his boxers off for the first time I saw him naked and his big cock. He walk me over to the bed and pull my shirt off and my shorts off. I try to cover myself for not even My Ex boyfriend saw me naked. He had me sit on the bed and his cock was right in front of me. Suck my cock he said. I look up at him dont worry I know its your first time you will learn. I was so turn on now I just ask WHAT DO I DO FIRST? Suck it like a loly pop. I took it in one hand and begin. I felt him lean down and rub my pussy and suck my tits. I was so turn on now that I open my legs so he could get a better feel. He grab the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth. Just relax and hold my ass as I did I felt his cock hit the back of my mouth a

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nd I gaged alot. We stop and he told me to get up and sit on his face. As he laid down I cold feel my pussy juices run down my leg and feel and think about nothing but just want him to fuck me.

He position me with my pussy on his face and told me to suck his cock. I did and when he started to eat me out I was going crazy.I felt his toug go up to my ass and this was so good when he lick it.I keep mounin and talkin about how good it felt. I felt this sensation in my body like I had to pee but when I release it it was like nothing from this world I have ever felt. I was breath hard and Mark was eat me fast and harder I was now yellin and want more. I got up and turn around and told him that felt so good and the first time we kiss. He roll me over and got between my legs and started to rub his cock on my pussy. I know you are still a virgin but once I fuck you this will be our secret. I just was so ready and want to feel him fucking me with his cock I just told him yes.

I felt his cock push in and it hurt but my pussy was so numb from him eating me out that it went right in and I felt a pop in my pussy and held him tight and whisperd in his ear dont stop. Mark started to pump and I could feel my pussy getting strached and my pussy getting fited for his cock. My legs wrap around him and I was yellin loud now with pleasure I told him dont stop. I grab my ankles and held on for my first fuckin. Mark was really pumpin me and I was lost out of my mind with lust and pleasure. I release again and this time it was better then the last one. I was going crazy and he was still pump me faster and harder and now I could hear him fuckin me from the wet pussy sound to the yellin I was doing and the slap from his balls against my ass hole. I going to come open your mouth I did and he pull out and force me to suck it and I felt his cum in my mouth and I try to swallow but just could not keep out with the loads that was comein out.

Final to come

Inside Me: C02

enchrine on Incest Stories

Inside Me

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My body shot into attention when my alarm clock went off at seven. I pushed the snooze and rested my head back on the pillow. I heard the muffled sounds of my mom’s alarm call for a few seconds in her room before it shut off.

I looked down my body. I was still naked beside my nightgown that then just rested over my shoulder. Sunlight was breaking through the window. I rolled onto my back and propped myself up from my elbows. A line of dried blood ran down my one leg.

My breasts, they were barely there I thought; just little tiny things. I didn’t know where I originally heard the term, but ‘little lady lumps’ suited them well; just enough of them to show that I was
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a girl, a late blooming fourteen year old girl who was full of herself. I had a crush on my older brother. How pathetic could I get? How could a guy so amazing as him want a little girl like me?

I sat up off the side of my bed and turned the alarm on my clock completely off. My nightgown had fallen down over me. I went on to make my bed. It was something I normally did after my shower but I decided it best then to cover up that little red patch in the middle.

It looked haphazardly done, normal, so I threw my panties from the floor into my laundry basket and hunted down my hairbrush on the other side of the bed before heading to the shower.

It was about an hour and a half drive to the airport with stopping off to eat. Over the radio through the long journey, all I could think about was the night before. I was so sure of myself then. In the heat of emotions, I had it all planned out. In the car surrounded by the real world, I second guessed everything. I didn’t want to feel like that toward my own brother.

But I did. It made me so happy; but so confused. It was so good yet it hurt so bad. I had to see him. When I saw him, I knew he would just be my big brother. Things would be normal, just a fun time. It had to be. I wouldn’t know what to do if it wasn’t.

The wait at the airport was the worst, the anticipation. Sitting in the terminal looking out the window at all the planes come and go. That night, or really morning, only hours before, I was masturbating, fantasizing about having sex with him. Something lingered though in the back of my mind; a thought perhaps that I had forgotten.

But for the first time ever, I had willingly masturbated to my brother; that memory would not leave me.

Then all at once it hit me. Everything came back to me. As my mom stood up and I followed her gaze to the doors where passengers of an arriving plane exited.

Ean.

He had grown in two years. His body was much more defined. His nineteen year old shape still held onto that scrawniness, but it was obvious that he was anything but.

The face he had on drove tears into my mom’s eyes. He had all the time in the world to think about it. Reflect on every single detail. Bask in the loneliness that now plagued him.

He didn’t look sad though. I can’t describe what he looked like but it was like he was feeling something so powerful and so bad, and with all his strength, he held it back. He was a person you would want to avoid. Emotionless almost. Like he would kill you without a second thought. Perhaps though, other people didn’t notice it in him. Maybe it was just because mom and I knew what had happened to him.

I couldn’t tell if he had just given up hope of anything in life and just didn’t care anymore, or if he was just so manically sad and drawn into his mind that he just couldn’t control his outer appearance. The happy, lively brother I saw off came back to me sad and torn apart.

As I followed mom to him and her greatest of hugs, I couldn’t stop staring into his distant eyes. Not even the tiniest glimpse of a thought about my fantasy of him hours before even wandered near my mind.

He only spoke when questioned, only ever a few words. No emotion. We searched down his luggage and left. Needless to say, the ride home was very long and tense.

I wanted to be mad at him for some reason but I wouldn’t allow it. He had left us for two years; not even coming back for summers. Now he was there. All of a sudden. A phone call two weeks prior. “Mom, I’m coming home. Please don’t ask why.”

We heard about why from his school.

He left for two years. Only thinking about himself, now he had come back. He was greeted with open arms, cried for, pampered. How could I get mad though? He had been punished beyond any transgression he had committed.

At the time, I had no idea what to expect of him when we got home. Once he acted, I thought myself thick that I couldn’t figure it out before.

It was shameful to think but it was the truth after a few days of thinking about him. He locked himself in his room. He stayed alone in his thoughts while mom and I remained less phased by him. It was a defense for him to be secluded but it had also helped us. We didn’t have to see him; his mood wouldn’t spread. It was a painful bliss knowing that mom and I were happier because Ean chose to face his demons alone.

We had tried and failed every day to make contact with him; he refused any help. I frequently heard him move about the house at night but I was always too tired or scared to face him. For nearly a week it continued. Then the unthinkable happened.

The day before my first day of school, my first day of high school, freshman year, the day before; mom left. To be fair, she did announce it two days prior. As a journalist, she did have to leave on a trip every now and then, but why then. Some big court case in the big city. Hours and hours away from home. Hotel, days, maybe weeks, gone, alone with Ean, school, alone.

Mom had talked to him about it. Before I stayed with one her friends. This time, I would stay with him, Ean. She said he was pulling himself together, for me. He was needed then and mom said that right there raised his mood some. He had something to do. He always loved projects. Unfortunately, I was his project that time.

Ean even came out for dinner the night before mom left. There wasn’t much talking, but it was nice to see him. Stare at him. Take him in.

Then mom left in the morning. The day before school. Ean was out of his room most of the day but he was watching TV. I went through all my new school supplies at least ten times before joining him.

I was nervous; anxious, almost sick. I was going to high school. I didn’t know anybody there. I had no real friends in my own class for support. I was all alone through everything.

“Are you ok?” Ean asked looking at me. I had been staring off in space. A commercial was on.

“Yeah, just a little nervous about tomorrow,” I answered as he turned the TV off.

“Well, I guess we should go to bed then.”

I looked out the window, then to the clock below the TV; I hadn’t realized so much time had flown by. I was really getting sick then. Go to bed, wake up, then school.

I tremblingly followed Ean up off the couch. I wobbled to my room. I was so alone. The high school was in walking distance, but still, if mom was home, she would’ve drove me. It would have been a tiny bit easier that way.

I dropped my bra beside my bed and opened the drawer holding my night gown. It was so cold. I was in my panties. The air against all my skin was chilling. My stomach was jumping every which way inside me. Weakly leaning forward, I pulled the thin cloth over my head and let it drop down my body. I had to do something. It was all just too much to handle alone.

I walked to my door and opened it. Ean’s door was cracked. He was facing away from me, sitting on his bed lost in thought. Just in boxers and a t-shirt.

“Ean,” I trembled as I pushed the door open. He turned around and looked to me. “I don’t feel good.” I was squeezing one arm into my stomach. I wanted to cry. I didn’t know why. I was anxious, nervous, queasy. At the moment I asked for help, I had given up all the fight in me. My mind was amplifying all my symptoms. My subconscious knew what I really wanted. I wanted someone else to take my burdens, someone else to comfort me. My weak fourteen year old mind wasn’t strong enough to handle it. I asked Ean for that comfort. I had given up all my defenses and relied on him to compensate.

As the words escaped my mouth, my entire body quivered. It was a self-induced sickness with one purpose, to seek pity and comfort from an external source. Whether Ean knew or would find that out in time, he showed no care about it. He jumped from his bed and speed walked over to me. He put his arms around me and lifted me up. He carried me to his bed. His bed. It was twice the size of mine and almost twice as soft.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m so cold. My stomach hurts.” My entire body began shivering. The more I thought about it, the more I gave Ean responsibility to care for me, the worse my sickness got.

He jumped across the room and pulled a trashcan to the side of the bed before lifting my butt onto one of his pillows. He pushed his sheet and comforter down and drug me under it. I was still shivering. Then he climbed on top of me. I was under a sheet and comforter. I was in my nightgown. He was in a t-shirt and boxers. But he was lying on top of me. He was holding me.

We lay like that silently for several minutes. I was feeling amazingly better all of a sudden. I was so much warmer. I wasn’t thinking about school at all. I almost forgot how we got in that position. Every ounce of the sickness had left my body.

“Can I sleep here tonight; I don’t want to move,” I said trying to sound still sick.

“Do you really think I would just shove you back in your bedroom alone in this condition?”

“Are you going to sleep like that?” I admit that I had no problems at all with him sleeping on top of me with his arms hold me tight, but I wanted more; I wanted him under the covers. I wasn’t thinking anything sexual then. If I did, I would have just gotten myself sick again in anxiety. I just wanted his comfort. It was almost like an innocent crush right then. Holding him under the covers would make me blush in happiness.

He pushed off me and walked over to turn out the light. He came back. It was so dark. I felt the mattress move as he got onto the bed. So quiet. He pulled up the covers to let in a chill across my body.

He was getting in bed. He was getting in the bed I was in. I was in the bed. I was in the thinnest piece of fabric I owned and a pair of my panties. He was scooting under the sheet. The same sheet that I was under. We were going to sleep together. The words in my mind held the wrong meaning to what they actually meant to the situation, but, my meaning for those words sounded so much better. We were sleeping together.

I wanted him to hold me so bad but I was scared beyond belief that he would actually touch me. In the dark, under his sheets, in his bed. My body was frozen solid. I didn’t know what to do. Every movement I made would be judged by him. I had the most wrong thoughts in my head. Did he know what I was thinking? How could he?

“Are you still cold?” he asked.

I was his little sister. I was sick. I was just an innocent little sister that had gotten terribly ill. He was protecting and comforting me. I was innocent. He couldn’t read my mind.

“Yeah.” A shiver rolled through my body as I said it.

I felt him shifting under the covers. He was moving toward me. His hand rubbed over my ribs. He gripped my side. I was on my back. I wanted to be firm in his grasp.

I rolled as he gripped me and shifted into his body. He dropped his arm over my back and held tight. He was so warm. Soft skin with a hard wall of muscle just below it. My breasts were pressed into his chest.

Oh no. What if I wasn’t supposed to roll into him? What if he thought I was weird or something for pulling myself into his body? What if he just wanted to put his arm over me and that was all? Why did I move?

If I was still on my back, I didn’t know what to think. I was so embarrassed. Maybe though, if I was on my back, he would have rolled on top of me like earlier. That would have been soo super incredibly amazing. Damn. Why did I have to move?

I was there though. In that position. In my little nighty and panties. Under his arm. In his chest. I didn’t know how long I had been in my repetitive thought process but apparently it was long enough for Ean to fall asleep.

How could he sleep? I was wide awake. How could he sleep in that position? With me in his arms. A girl so next to nude in his grip, on his bed, under his sheets.

His sister. His fourteen year old sister. Of course. I was nothing to him. Of course he could sleep.

I pushed my head up to look at his face. He was peaceful. My nipples were stabbing into his chest. My vagina. My vagina was pressed just above his pelvis. It was so hot. If he was awake, I was sure he would have noticed the excess of heat coming from that part of my body.

If I could just kiss him. He was right there. He would never know. Just a small kiss. Then I would force myself to roll away and fall asleep. Just a peck.

I was going to do it. My body had already reacted before I admitted to myself that I would do it. I was at his lips. Just a peck. I pushed out my lips. I pecked his. My vision blackened from the nervousness.

I pulled away instantly and watched his eyes. Listened to his breathing. I had kissed him. I kissed my brother. The most amazing guy I had ever known. I kissed him. Eyes closed; breathing steady. He was asleep. I had to do it again.

I moved my neck out forward again. I had to keep my eyes focused. I had to see this time. I puckered my lips. Slowly. Very Slowly. Very very slowly. Our lips met. I stared into his eyelids. Hold. Hold it. Push. Push a little harder. Hold. His eyes remained shut. I couldn’t hear his breathing over my own.

We were kissing. Well, I was kissing him. How was I supposed to do it though for real? Was I supposed to move my lips around somehow or someway? The feeling was amazing though.

Then his lips started almost massaging mine. I stared into his eyes. They were almost shaking under the eyelids. He was dreaming.

His hand rode up my back onto my neck. He pushed my face into his. He was making out with me. My brother. What was happening? I wanted this, I think. I didn’t want him to be dreaming. I never thought of what I would do if one of my dreams became reality.

Ean’s body rolled forward. He pushed me back and settled on top of me, kind of off to the side. Something grew along my leg. My brother was getting an erection. What was I suppose to do? Was I supposed to let him have a wet dream on top of me? That would be the most amazing thing in the world. Or would it?

Why did I have to second guess myself always in the heat of the most important times of my life? The hand around the back of my neck retreated to my chest. It didn’t stop there but I just remember so vividly when it was there for the one small stroke. His hand travel down my ribs, over my belly, onto my pelvis. Oh my goodness!!

His fingers slid over the thin fabric of my nightgown to the very bottom. At the bottom they stopped. They changed direction immediately. My nightgown was being hiked up. By my brother!

His fingers tapped into my panties. My wet panties. At first just the tips. Then they slid more, the pads of his fingers were rolling over my vagina. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. I had never felt so much pleasure in my entire life. It was happening so fast. It was the first time I ever remembered someone touching me there, and it just had to be him. My brother!

The pads of his fingers turned into his whole fingers. Those turned into his palm. The giant hot thing burning into my leg moved up and down. He was humping my bare leg under his boxers. I couldn’t take much more. So much so fast. I was only fourteen.

His palm continued rubbing up and down over my panties. Over my mound. Over my vagina. I lost.

“Aaaah,” I moaned. My hips shattered under an orgasm. I couldn’t stay silent. All my senses died. All but the nerves in my vagina. The feeling was beyond life. He masturbated me. He pushed me into orgasm. In his bed. With his hand. My vagina writhed and pounded at nothing. I cooed and moaned several more vowels.

I knew I had to stop. I had to try to focus my eyes. The rubbing on my panties stopped. The pipe bouncing on my leg ceased movement. Damn it! I couldn’t regain control of my body. Damn that orgasm was so good. I needed to stop it. My entire body was tingling and my pelvis was on fire with pleasure. Stop it. Stop it. Please just stop. It took all my strength to keep the cooing I so desperately wanted to release, inaudible. Wow! Stop. Finally. The greatest orgasm of my life began subsiding.

My eyes began focusing on my brother’s face. I could still feel amazing pleasure pulsing through my reproductive organ but at least I could see the damage. I felt the rapidly growing wetness on my panties. Ean’s hand was still there. He could feel literally as my cum oozed from my slit into my panties. That overflowing wetness soaked through the fabric onto his hand. It was soo warm.

I didn’t know why his hand was still touching me there but I wished he would never take it away. I wanted him to feel my wetness. I wanted to feel his warmth, his cupping comfort.

His face was so scared. My orgasm finally left me. My panties were as soaked as could be.

“I thought you were Crystal. I swear. I’m so sorry. Please I’ll do anything to make this right. Please forgive me. I thought you were Crystal.”

His eyes watered on the first sentence; they dripped on the last. Two tears fell to my cheek. He finally removed his hand from my vagina and his boner from my leg. He was moving away from me. I reached out and grabbed his hand. I felt my own wetness soaking it.

“Ean, it’s ok.” I didn’t want to sound like wanted it. I didn’t know how much he knew and I wanted to keep myself as safe as possible from him profiling me correctly. “You’ve been through a lot. It’s ok.”

“No, it’s not ok. I have to leave. I’ll go back to college. I can’t stay with you anymore. I can’t believe I did that to you. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“NO! You can’t go back! I need you! Mom and I need you. You have to stay. I liked it. I like when you touch me. I feel special. I feel like you love me. Like you’re the only one I can trust. Don’t leave.”

Something I said struck him hard. I said too much. I knew I should have kept playing my safe game. He scared me though. I would do anything to keep him from leaving. He stared into my eyes. I hated it. It was like he was looking into my mind. He was profiling me. Like I was something less than him.

He let go of my hand. He scooted back to get off the bed.

“Please, just go back to sleep here. If you leave me alone after what just happened, you know what I’ll be feeling.” I couldn’t say what I would feel but I knew it. If he gave it thought he would figure it out. He was the smartest person I knew. He would deduce it. Wouldn’t he?

Leaving me stranded after that, I would feel horrible, guilty, sick. I would never be able to face him again.

“Fine,” he said coldly. “If I start at it again, wake me up before I do anything. I won’t forgive you again. You might like it, but it kills me. I was the one who actually did it. I have to live with it.” He turned away from me and dropped down at the edge of the mattress.

What did I just do? He’d never be able to trust me again. He would always look down on me from then on. I would be his weird freak little sister that likes him too much. Why did he keep his hand on my vagina so long? Why did he linger, collecting all the lubricant that poured out? What was he really thinking?
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