age-[L-30]---part-1 thru 2-of-3

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Coming of Age

Part-1-of-3

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Having reached the safety of middle age, I have discovered what the young will eventually learn. It matters little what others think of you, rather, ’Have you become comfortable with who you are?’

Fifteen years ago I would never have had the nerve to put into words the truth about my sexual history. While most erotica is the result of an active imagination working together with long hidden desires, mine is a recounting of some of my more memorable experiences. I have changed the names of those involved, not from a desire to hide the truth, more to protect the privacy of those who have shared some of the most intimate and memorable experiences with me.
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My writing is not nearly as graphic as is much that I've read. I find as a woman I'm more enlivened by the build up to intimacy than the sexual act itself. My apologies to those that find my reminiscences dry or boring, it's just me.
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Like many young girls, I was 14-years old when had my first ‘Big O.’ and like just as many little girls; it was with the help of my ever-faithful companion, my right hand. "So that's what all the hubbub was about,” I thought when the tremors passed. From that day forward little else invaded my mind other than the magnificent mind numbing sensations that emanated from between my legs. Today I often chuckle at the comments of others. To me there are only 2 kinds of women, those that admit they masturbate regularly and, liars. As a teenager, I couldn't keep my hands out of my panties, which lead me to events that would forever help me define myself.
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I grew up a Navy brat, in Charleston, SC. For those unfamiliar with military life, it is a close-knit community. Support from friends that know exactly what you are going through is available around the clock.
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It is a known fact that ships come and go continuously; and along with them go the husbands, fathers, lovers and friends that keep them all running. The arrival of a ship is a joyous occasion, reuniting families and loved ones. At the same time there is a quiet ‘reshuffling’ in order for parents to enjoy some private time. Unknown to me I had become a part of the ‘reshuffling,’ and that's how my discovery came about.
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About the same time I discovered masturbation, I began receiving invitations to baby-sit for others. I slowly began to understand how well organized the ‘support’ groups actually were. While a ship is at sea, the wives have a regular weekly get-together, usually on Friday or Saturday evenings. There they exchange news, tips, bargains and the ever-popular advice about the plumber or mechanic that won't rip you off should you require their services.
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By the age of 15, I had several ladies I baby-sat for, but Hudson was by far my favorite. Around her it was just fine to be me, no prying inquisitions, no strange looks, no half answered questions. Hudson was the first adult that treated me as a peer rather than a child; I savored my talks with her.
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It was the spring of my 15th year, an otherwise normal Friday evening. I'd been invited to watch Hudson's 1-year old girl, Lorie, while she went to the weekly ‘Wives Meeting.’ With schoolbooks in hand I arrived at about 5:30, long before the 7 o'clock requirement, allowing time for any last minute instructions she might have before leaving. And to ensure she could finish getting ready without the demands that a toddler continually makes of a mothers time. Hudson’s instructions were short, little different than ever before, delivered during the final stages of getting dressed.
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God, how I envied her, I was a late bloomer, and although I sported a lush growth of curly auburn hair on my pubic mound, my breasts were another story. For over a year they had been developing at about the same pace as a snail out for a Sunday stroll. With the ever present itching and aching that girls the world over have come to accept, my breasts seemed determined to take their sweet time announcing to the world that I was becoming a woman. Not so with Hudson, I had discovered that she had a variety of C and D cup bras to restrain the magnificent pair that I secretly wished I would soon be able to match. Until then, I could only wait and content myself with the knowledge that my ‘almost B's’ adored all the attention I could give them.
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After her departure, I gathered the pillows from the bedroom and set them on the floor in the living room, I was always afraid of bumps and bruises on ‘my watch,’ since young Lorie was learning to walk while holding onto any number of pieces of furniture. I had learned to keep a watchful eye on her meanderings, always ready to toss a pillow between her and any menacing obstructions that she might tumble near. Just like clockwork, by 8 o'clock she had settled down with the ever-present thumb in her mouth. It was time for her last feeding, before she fades off to that world where the mind takes us in our sleep, where all is safe and wonderful.
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Hudson nursed, so thusly had several 'self prepared’ bottles in the refrigerator. After warming one I returned to the living room and gently propped the bottle alongside Lorie with the same pillows that I had earlier used as her safety cushions. If the truth were known I had, on a couple of occasions, sampled the milk left over in the bottles after she was done. I found it to be an almost indescribable taste, sweet with just a hint of tartness to it and although not as thick as the milk you get from the store, but it had a much fuller flavor.
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I had, many times, watched as Hudson nursed Lorie and wondered at the gentle half smile that appeared as she gave of herself so willingly. I had also secretly made an attempt to mimic her nursing; Lorie had once been offered my diminutive buds in an attempt to discover the sensations her mother had so obviously enjoyed. My first attempt was crude because Lorie had little interest, until I dipped a finger into her bottle and spread a little of her mother's milk on my nipple. Whether she could see the milk or if she could smell it, I honestly don't know but I did discover the joyous sensations to be found when a mouth engulfs you. Without a continual milk supply to reward her, Lorie had quickly become disenchanted with my futile effort but I had discovered that the itching and aching vanished with a mouth firmly wrapped around my nipple, awakening sensations that had lead to other regions.
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As I watched Lorie’s dainty little mouth slowly working the nipple of the bottle, I dreamily envisioned that same mouth at my breast, gently massaging me to tender erotic awakenings. Naturally, I let my fingers do the walking as my hand gently slid beneath my sweater in an ascent to the buds that craved further attention. Amongst the tender tweaks, caresses and often, not so gentle kneading I slowly ascended towards that heavenly place we all know. The place where the body feeds the mind and the mind feeds the body, gently warming to where the insistence of the body takes on a mind of it's own.
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Remembering my responsibilities, I discovered that Lorie had drifted into dreamland also; although I doubt her dreams were as interesting as mine had been. Torn between responsibility and desire, I slowly arose to gather this darling little bundle and carry her off to bed. Having assured myself that all was well, Lorie tucked safely in her bed, door half open to shield her from any stray light yet open to ensure any sound emanating from her room would not go unnoticed. I finally settled back on the couch to delve into what little homework I had brought along.
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Yeah right, after 20-minutes attempting to decipher the otherwise simple mysteries of algebra, I realized that my mind and body had other, more urgent, problems that needed to be addressed. What I had started over a half hour ago begged for consummation. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift, back to the warm glow that I knew would eventually lead to the most wonderful sensations I had ever known. Again my hand found its way under my sweater, this time pushing my bra up to ensure a less restricted access to the two mounds that had started it all.
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It wasn't long before more tender regions begun weeping, announcing their desire for attention. Ever mindful that it's easier to straighten a skirt than to pull up your panties, I removed my panties and dropped them on the floor, safe in the knowledge that I was on my own for several more hours.
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I loved the silky feel of my feminine folds, slick with the juices that came with the arousal of my passion. I have no idea how long I played, savoring the sensations that one by one crept in, gently building towards the joy that I knew was yet to come. I know I had surpassed that point where the mind blocks out all else and simply relishes the moment, I know because the next thing I heard was, "OH MY!"
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Coming of Age

Part-2-of-3

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Instantly I snapped from my self-indulgent revelry, I opened my eyes to find Hudson standing in the doorway eyes wide in disbelief at the sight of her babysitter with one hand on her breast and the other fumbling between her wide spread legs. My fate laid before me, the woman that I admired and respected, she who had shown me understanding and consideration was now looking at me in shock. I was on display much like the ‘little tramps’ I had been warned about.
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Shame and sorrow suddenly flooded through me, tears flowed down my cheeks as I straightened my clothes. I looked at her and offered a tearful apology, assuring her that it would never happen again. I also implored her not to tell my mother, whom I knew would launch into a lecture about all the tramps and sluts of the world and how I was well on my way to becoming one in the same. At this point Hudson surprised me. While I anticipated her yelling and screaming that I couldn't be trusted or that I had destroyed our friendship, I was totally unprepared for her response.
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As I half looked at her through tear filled eyes, her whole being seemed to soften and a gentle smile appeared. She bent slowly and picked up the pillows, in doing so she said she was going to check on the baby and change her own clothes, that she'd be back in 15-minutes so we could talk.

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Looking back now, at something that occurred over 20-years ago, I half suspect those 15-minutes were left open so that I might conclude what had so abruptly been interrupted. Believe me, at that moment, that was the last thing on my mind. I gathered my books in a pile on the coffee table, located my panties on the floor and quickly stuffed them in my purse and sat hands folded in my lap for what I knew was going to be the most difficult ‘talk’ of my life.
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True to her word, 15-minutes later Hudson returned, much to my dismay she was smiling as she laid $5 on top of my schoolbooks. She then silently went to the kitchen, quickly returning with two sodas one of which she offered to me as if nothing had ever happened. I was bewildered, what I anticipated was a severe scolding and a lecture at the very least, what I received instead was the same caring and consideration I had always known.
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As more a peace offering than anything else, I picked up the money from the table and held it out to her, explaining that it wouldn't be right to accept it. With the warmest of smiles she reached out to me and rather than taking the money back she simply pushed the bills into my hand saying, "That's absurd, you earned it, you keep it."

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With that, a quizzical look crossed her face as if some unspoken question lay at the threshold daring to spill forth. Finally Madison asked me if I trusted her. "Of course," I responded, unsure of where this was leading. She then informed me that she needed to make a phone call, that it was imperative that I make absolutely no noise whatsoever while she was on the phone. She then assured me that she would never do anything to hurt me in any way.
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It was about 15-seconds into that phone call when I realized that the call was to my mother, I wanted to scream and run out the door. A doctor will tell you that your heart beats steadily from before you are born until your final breath. Liars, I am certain my heart stopped beating. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even move with the certainty that my greatest fears would be realized with the passing of the next few words between them. Instead I heard Madison's soft melodic voice telling my mom that all was well, that she had just returned home to find me asleep on the couch with my books open on the coffee table. She then asked if it would be all right if I spent the night because she would enjoy having someone to talk to in the morning. Knowing what I know now would have helped me understand my mother's enthusiastic response. Mom, no doubt had visions of uninterrupted ‘private time’ of her own dancing in her head.

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When the phone call ended, Madison returned to the couch with me and reaffirmed, "I told you I would never do anything to hurt you, now do you feel better?"
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Relief at her words simply poured out of me as another cascade of tears streamed down my cheeks. She had shown me more love and understanding than I could consume and chosen not to deliver what I undoubtedly deserved. As I bowed my head, partly to hide the tears and partly in shame for my indiscretion, she reached forth and tenderly wiped a tear from my cheek, "Whatever has happened can't be all that bad, let's dry those eyes and see if we can get to the bottom of all this."
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With that the truth began to flow out of me like a river that's been dammed up too long. I began explaining about my concerns that I seemed to lag behind so many of my classmates in my development, how I envied the fullness of the curves she carried so well. I admitted to having sampled the remains of Lorie's bottle and even about my awkward attempt to mimic her nursing and finally, once again, apologizing for the scene she had witnessed on her arrival home. A soft chuckle seeped from her continuous smile as she proclaimed, "Sounds perfectly normal to me." Was I hearing her right, did she not understand? I had just divulged my greatest fears, my most dreaded weakness, the ‘naughtiest’ of indiscretions and my most shameful behavior, and she thought it was normal?
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For the longest time, I listened, as Madison explained how my every thought and every act were undoubtedly repeated thousands of times a day all over the world. Young girls caught in temporary limbo between childhood and womanhood shared the exact same fears, concerns, curiosities and desires as I did. As far as fanning the flames that resided between my legs, "Relax, everyone does it." My little secret wasn't a secret after all? Madison firmly proclaimed that every one of my classmates did it, my mother did it, and even she did it far more than anyone imagined.
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Explaining that she had something to do she went to the kitchen and quickly returned with what appeared to be a clear funnel with an equally clear plastic tube attached. This was unlike anything I had ever seen and wondered what purpose it must serve. That question was answered when she unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra, revealing a breast whose nipple was almost instantly adorned with little white pearls that melted together and slowly created a little stream that began finding it's way towards her chest. The funnel was soon held against her breast and she began to squeeze a section of the tube with her free hand. I was fascinated as a steady stream erupted from her making it's way down the tube and into a jar that was firmly attached to the other end. After about ten minutes she informed me that this wasn't near as good as she felt when feeding her daughter, but it was something that needed to be done. Moments later she removed the funnel and bared her other side to my view. Hesitating only momentarily, Madison offered me the funnel and invited me to drain her remaining breast. There was no hesitancy on my part; I was enthralled with the intimate moments I was witness to. I had become a part of what women the world over knew and understood. I was being welcomed into womanhood.
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After a few minutes of this Madison lifted her hand holding the nearly empty bottle I had earlier used to feed her daughter. As she held the bottle she turned to me and asked, "Can you keep a secret?" My response in the affirmative brought a wink, "From her reaction, Lorie assures me she prefers her milk fresh from the tap. How about you?" Caught up in the moment I was thrilled at the opportunity to share so tender a moment with her. Never once letting my eyes leave hers, I slowly brought my mouth to where the funnel had so recently been.
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As I gently suckled her breast I saw her eyes close and that gentle half smile slowly appeared. Now I understood why ‘fresh from the tap’ was better, not only did the feel of the real thing add a comforting new element but the faintly tart taste was missing too. I knew I was doing something right when Madison assumed the same expression she had when nursing her daughter. I was in heaven, but alas, it ended too soon as evidenced by a slowing of the flow and a subtle change in the taste of her milk.
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As we disengaged, Madison reassembled her clothing and collected the things that we’d used to collect some future meal for her daughter. As I watched her walk to the kitchen, I became aware of feelings I had never before imagined. With Madison I felt a closeness that was nearly impossible to describe, at the same time there was emptiness at her leaving. Although she was little more than 15-feet away, I missed her, I missed her touch, and I wanted her at my side again.
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Returning, Madison sat down beside me, but closer this time. Tenderly, she reached out and drew me to her as we shared a hug. Finally she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "So much for curiosity, didn't hurt a thing, did it?" Setting back on the couch she propped her feet up on the coffee table as I cuddled up close at her side resting my head on her shoulder. This was absolutely divine, I felt a slow melting as if I had become a part of my surroundings, everything was peaceful, and I was safe with Madison at my side.
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How long we sat like this I neither remember nor care, it could have …

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To be continued…

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brother’s-[I-08]-(b/s incest-blowjobs/sucking cocks-swallowing)-part-1 thru 5-of-5

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A Brother’s Memory of His Sisters

Part-1-of-5
Puzzled
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My sisters:
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Brandy is 24-years old, tall, slender, brunette, dark brown eyes, wears her hair very long and straight; she's got beautiful mid-sized but pointed breasts and large puffy nipples. She has a tattoo on the small of her back and one around her navel. She may not be hot in a 'centerfold' sense, but all of my friends think she's the hottest girl in town and they're probably right. She’s making good grades in college and has a very serious relationship going with another student.
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Jenna is 19-years old; short dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, short and petite, with small, rounded breasts with an absolutely perfect ass. She's a real tight package and a real troublemaker who loves to party.
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How do I know all this about my sisters' physical attributes? Read on.
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Last spring, my sister Brandy came home during spring break. She simply moved back in and shared a bedroom for the month with our younger sister, Jenna. I had just turned 21 and could now drink legally in the bars so Brandy and I partied a lot those first few days, but unfortunately Jen wasn't old enough to go out on the town with us yet. Brandy and I would get together with a bunch of our friends and go bar hopping until the wee hours. Brandy was in college and had a few more years of heavy duty drinking on me, so even though I tried to keep up with her I usually failed miserably. Just before dawn we’d come dragging home after closing the last club and I’d immediately crash.
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One morning after one of these long nights of drinking, I awoke with the strangest feeling...When I tried to think back to the details of the night before for something that could explain it, my memories of the last few hours of those types of nights was non-existent. I was having what Brandy called 'black outs' where I just couldn't remember the last hour or so before passing out the night before. She told me it was a symptom of over-doing it and that I should be careful. “At least I wasn't driving, “ I'd say, and we'd leave it at that. Anyway, this was a little stranger than usual. I couldn't quite put my finger on why, but it seemed that my cock was a little sore. Did I get laid last night? I'd have to wait until I saw Brandy later on, if anything like that happened she'd be sure to tell me. If something did happen I'd be pissed that I couldn't remember it!! More than likely, I'd just jerked off before passing out.
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I saw Brandy right after lunch that day. Fishing for information, I asked her if she’d had a good time the night before. With a puzzled look, she said, “Oh, blackout again, eh? Well don't worry, you didn't embarrass yourself or me or anything. Your big sister took good care of you and when we got home you were out like a light. You really ought to slow down, though, Andy. You worry me with these blackouts. Sometimes I think an atom bomb couldn't wake you when you're sleeping like that.”
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I guess I didn't get laid, I thought. I must have just jacked off. Oh well.
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The next big ‘night out’ was a house party a few streets over from our house. Jenna was there, and yes, she was causing trouble. The kind of trouble that only a really hot young girl can cause at a party full of horny guys. Half the girlfriends there were pissed at her and their boyfriends. Guys were almost coming to blows over who might get to take her home, but much to all their sorrow, nobody did. Jenna got a charge out of this kind of scene, but she wasn't easy. Both Brandy and I were getting hit on as well, but we weren't there to hook up either. Just for the social thing, catching up with friends and such. That night, during my deep sleep, I dreamed of sex, a blowjob, to be more specific. When I woke up sure enough, I had that strange feeling again; and the pee-hole at the front of my boxers was sticky with drying cum. I strained to remember and yes, I remembered having a sex dream, but...well, I had never had a wet dream before...Maybe I jacked off in my sleep. This was really starting to severely bug me.
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That weekend, I didn't go out with either Brandy or Jenna; instead I went out with the guys. We went to a local strip club where the beers cost twice as much as anywhere else, so I hardly drank at all. I got home extra late, and went straight to bed. I had just drifted off when something woke me. I opened my eyes to my darkened room and saw what I thought was one of my sisters standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light in the hall. Just before I opened my mouth to ask what was up, she took a step forward. Then she stopped again. For some strange reason she seemed to be trying hard not to wake me. This was just weird enough for me to let it go on to see what she was up to. When she reached the edge of my bed, and ever so slowly sat down on it, I saw that it was my big sister Brandy. She was watching my face intently but obviously couldn't tell in the dark that I had one eye open just a tiny bit. I could barely make out that she was wearing nothing but a T-shirt and panties.
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What the heck was Brandy up to, I wondered? Grabbing the corner of my blanket, she slowly and noiselessly, pulled it down far enough to expose most of my boxer-short clad body. Careful not to change my breathing pattern, I made her think I was sleeping so I could see where this was going. As I watch. Brandy reached straight for my crotch and delicately unsnapped the button in front. Then, Brandy rocked my entire world when she reached inside my boxers and gently pulled out my flaccid cock.
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A Brother's Memory of his Sisters

Part-2-of-5

The Plot Thickens

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Not reacting was perhaps the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. At first I was embarrassed that my older sister might see my cock, suddenly she was holding it in her hand! Right then I knew that this was the source of my morning mystery. Brandy was coming into my room at night and playing with my prick while I slept. Apparently she must have thought I was blacked out again to tonight as well. Before I could think any further, she lowered her head and sucked my flaccid cock into her warm, moist mouth. Dear God in Heaven! I thought about putting a stop to this, but just as quickly, that wonderful 'blowjob' feeling overwhelmed me. To my partial embarrassment, my cock quickly started to stiffen in her warm mouth. From the way her head was gently bobbing up and down, swallowing a good portion of my 9-inch cock, I could see that my cock getting hard was exactly what she wanted. She kept looking up at me, as she sucked, for any signs of my awaking. Brandy’s gently sucking had my head spinning, as I tried to understand just what all of this meant. After slathering her hot saliva all over my big cock, Brandy pulled her head off for a moment and softly stroked it with her hand. Making sure that I was still asleep, she leaned back over to continue her slow motion sucking.
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To my amazement, as her lips continued over my now fully erect cock, Brandy reached under her nightshirt and began to fondle her own boobs. Her sucking became more urgent as she pulled and pinched her puffy nipples. Watching my sister play with her nipples was too much. I could feel the semen welling up in my balls. She had to know that I was getting close, but she didn't stop sucking. When I involuntarily started moving my hips, Brandy continued sucking so it must have been normal. Seeing Brandy's hand in her panties rubbing her crotch was even more awesome than watching her play with her nipples. Trying not to thrust too hard, I cummed right in Brandy’s hot mouth. Making as little noise as possible I just kept cumming and cumming. I couldn’t help marveling at how Brandy was able to swallow almost every drop of cum in 2 or 3 quick gulps without releasing my cock from her mouth. After sucking every drop of cum from my cock, she used her tongue to clean off my cock before putting it back away. Satisfied that she had gotten away with this again, she slowly got up, and like a ghost glided across the floor and out of my room, shutting the door with a cock. There I lay for what must have been an hour trying to come to terms with my own sister sucking my cock. God it was good, but was it OK? Should I have stopped her? I didn't know what to think. All I knew was that the next day when I awoke, I would know exactly what had caused that 'strange feeling'...
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The next few days around the house were strange, to say the least. Even though I acted like I had no idea what went on during that night, I found that I was looking at my sister Brandy in a whole new light. She had blown me, for god's sake! Realizing just what a gorgeous babe she really was, I found myself craving another night like the one before...one where perhaps more than just head might take place...but I was confused. If Brandy was OK with sucking my cock as I slept, would other stuff be okay too? How about while we were both awake? I decided to play it by ear, and, of course, to make it happen again. .... So the following Thursday evening when we went out bar hopping, I tried to make it look like I was drinking hard. I wasted a lot of beer and money that night, but I hoped it would be worth it. After calling it a night (though it was really early morning), we headed home, Brandy at the wheel. Hey, what the hell, I thought as I pretended to pass out in the car. Sure enough, after calling my name 5 or 6 times and after giving me a few not so gentle pokes in the ribs, her hand moved to my crotch. As she steered with hand, she massaged my cock through my jeans with the other. Not wanting to risk a look, I kept my eyes closed for the entire ride. When my cock was completely erect, I felt her fumble with my zipper for a little bit but she must have decided we were too close to home and let it alone. Because she’d gotten me so hard that I wanted more, I prayed for my sister Brandy to blow me again once we got home.
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I put on such a show by being 'too drunk' to get out of the car on my own, that Brandy helped me into the house. Jenna met us at the door and helped Brandy get me into the house. As they helped me through the front door, I heard Brandy whisper, “I told you--look at him! He's trashed! He won't remember a thing!” Really pouring it on, I acted like I was too drunk' to climb the stairs and headed for the couch. Acting like I’d just seen her, I said, “Hi, Jen!” far too loud.
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“Oh, no, big guy, you're going to your room. Straight to bed! You had a bit too much tonight; I told you, you better watch it!” With Jen standing there watching, Jenna put her arms around me, and led me down the hall and into my room. Hoping that Brandy would make a move on my prick once we were in my room, I pretended that I was in a drunken stupor as I mumbled goodnight to them both. But to my disappointment, she didn't. When she lay me down onto my bed, I immediately pretended to be out cold. Without a backward glance, Brandy clicked off the light and left. That was it. Hmmm, maybe she was waiting for Jenna to go to sleep, or maybe she wasn't falling for my act. To tell you the truth, I was a little drunk (I had to drink some that night; Brandy's no dope)
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As I listened for her return I fell asleep, only to be re-awakened soon after.
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As I laid there in the dark, unseen hands removed first my jeans, and then my boxers. Was that three hands I felt? I was now clad only in my shirt, completely exposed below my waist. … Who? As I waited for my sister's mouth on my cock, I heard Brandy whisper, “Just sit down! Don't worry; he's out, trust me.” I heard Janna’s voice, too, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. “Be quiet and watch, I'll show you,” I heard Brandy say as she put her hand on my cock. As she quickly massaged me into a full 9-inch erection with one hand, she fondled my balls with the other.
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Then I heard Jenna say, “Move over a little, I can't see it!” I felt Brandy move on the bed as she continued stroking my shaft. As my eyes adjusted to the light from the hallway, I could see Jenna sitting in the chair near my bedroom window. When I saw her little gray cotton shorts and a top, I thought to myself, she wasn't wearing that when she met us at the door...Brandy, as usual, was wearing a white man’s T-shirt that ended at mid-thighs. Jenna had a funny look on her face, as she stared at my cock.
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“Wow...I've seen a few, but not like that...”
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“Like what?” Brandy whispered.
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“So...big...and so thick. You really put it in your mouth and he doesn't wake up?”
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“Yeah, watch this-----, “and with that, my sister, Brandy, proceeded to give me a fantastic blow job. Not wanting to block Janna’s view of the action; pulling her hair out of the way if it fell into Jen’s line of sight. Jenna was amazed; as she watched her big sister slurped and sucked their brother's cock.
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“Do you think he can feel it?” She asked.
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Brandy slid her head up and off my cock. “Oh, yeah--he moves around and moans a lot, especially right before he cums. Sometimes he even opens his eyes. But he never wakes up, and more important, because he ‘blacks out’ when he drinks this much, he never remembers anything about it!”
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“What do you do with his...cum?”
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Rolling her eyes, Brandy just looked over at Jenna with a 'what do you think?' look as she continued to suck.
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“Have you ever fucked him?’ Jenna abruptly asked.
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Brandy shot her a look, as my cock popped out of her mouth, “No way,” she snapped, “that would be cheating on Mark!”
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“And this isn’t?”
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A Brothers Memory of his Sisters
Part-3-of-5

Suspicions Confirmed

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“Sssssssh! No! Oral sex isn’t cheating! It’s not like this is another guy; he's my brother! Besides, what Mark doesn’t know won’t hurt him. C'mon! Be quiet and let me finish. I told you that if I let you watch you had to be quiet.”

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When Janna’s finally shut up, Brandy concentrated on blowing me just like she did the other night. My sister's warm mouth felt so phenomenal, that I couldn’t help myself as I started to moan and wither. As Brandy continued to suck, Jenna pushed into her crotch as she leaned forward for a closer look. “Oooooooooh, yeah, he likes it,” Jenna whispered. "Suck it, Brandy. Yeah, suck Andy's cock.” The hand that Jenna had in her lap slowly started to move as she began masturbating her 19-year-old pussy through her PJs. “Suck that big cock.”

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Janna’s spicy sex hot talk seemed to be heat things up for both of us. As Brandy sucked me harder and deeper, I could feel the cum boiling up in my balls. Peeking out from under one eyelid, I watched Jenna pull the crotch of her pajama bottoms aside and exposed her cunt. The moonlight shining through my open window illuminated her pretty pink pussy with a heavenly glow, as she sat squirming in her chair. I didn't get much of a look, though, as the hand rubbing her slit was blocking my view. “Suck his big hard cock Brandy. Suck it for me,” moaned Jen, a look of pure lust on her face. As Jenna continued to play with herself and watch Brandy inhale my long, fat prick...I caught sight of her sliding a finger into the slit of her pussy and start finger fucking herself...This was just too much for me. My cum was ready to blow and knowing that it would gush any second, Brandy let out a series of moans as my hips fucked her face, “Uuuuum, Uuuuum, MMM!” I moaned as my balls expelled another throat full of thick, hot cum down Brandy’s waiting throat. Jenna wiggled around in the chair with her hand slapping at her wet mound as she watched Brandy hungrily swallowed my entire load. When I spied Jen biting her lip and shaking in orgasm as she continued to grind her finger into her pussy, I couldn’t help myself, I let out a loud "Oooooooooh!" They both froze momentarily; but I just smiled and rolled over.

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I couldn't see either one any more, but I heard Brandy say, “See? That's the fourth time I've sucked him off and he has no idea! It's great! I can get off while I'm here and it's like...no harm done!” As Jen lay panting back in the chair, Brandy looked down at her baby sister's still-exposed cunt, and said, “Wow. You really got off on that...”

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Curious about where their conversation was going, I turned back over just in time to see Jenna nod yes before she asked, “How do you get off? Just by sucking his cock?”

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“No, sometimes I play with myself while I’m doing it, and sometimes I do myself afterwards when I'm back in my room.” Brandy replied as she slowly got up off the edge of the bed.

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“Well, I was wondering...If it's okay to do stuff with your brother then it’s OK to do stuff with your sister, too, right?” said Jenna as she took a step toward Brandy, unbuttoning her top as she spoke.

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“Sure, I guess it would be OK too. Why?” answered a mesmerized Brandy as she watched her little sister opened her top and exposed her pretty pert boobies.

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“I’m so fucking horny, Brandy, and I’ll bet you are, too. Let me get you off. Like you said, it won't be cheating, right?” whispered Jenna as she took her big sister's hands and brought them up to her breasts. Moving closer Jenna whispered, “Let me eat your pussy” as she breathed into Brandy's ear. My cock got hard as I hear every word of their exchange. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven?

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Brandy let out a long sigh as her fingers caressed Janna’s firm young breasts. Running her hands down Brandy's ass, Jen moved them around and started rubbing Brandy’s now-wet pussy through her panties. After leading her big sis the few steps over to the chair, Jan slowly slipped Brandy’s panties down, caressing her long slender legs all the way down. Then Jenna sat Brandy down at the edge of the chair and spread her legs wide, placing one over each arm of the plush chair. In that position, Brandy's beautiful pussy was fully exposed to me. It was the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen, neat and closely trimmed patch of soft brown hair, mostly-exposed fleshy pink lips, pouting partly open, slightly glistening with her moist lube. Brandy had never given permission, but it was clear she wanted Jen to lick her gapping pussy. They were both so totally oblivious to me at this point; that they didn’t even realize that I was awake and watching. Then Janna’s head obscured my view as she knelt down and d began licking Brandy's gash. Brandy threw her head back in ecstasy as her little sister eagerly licked, sucked and kissed her wet pussy. Soon she was panting; I think Jen inserted a finger; maybe two, but I couldn't tell.

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Suddenly, in a split second, Brandy’s T-shirt was over her head and on the floor. And there they were Brandy's beautiful breasts. Not 'big', but firm ----- they stood straight out from her body for what seemed like a foot and their ends were capped with big puffy pink nipples. I just stared at Jan squeezing and pinching her own nipples while Jenna ate her pussy. As Brandy moaned, “Jen...Aaaaah, Aaaaah, Jen.... “, I was wishing I could see some of the detail work that was going on in my chair. But I counted myself lucky and reminded myself that the view of Jenna and her perfect ass with her short-short pajama bottoms riding up her crack; down on her knees between Brandy's long lovely legs was just fine. I stared as Brandy pulled on her own fantastic naked breasts, breasts that I've lusted after since I was a kid. My two gorgeous siblings were getting it on and I had a front row seat. Brandy’s body shook with an orgasm, as she pushed Janna’s face into her groin. As orgasms continued to ripple through Brandy’s body, Jenna reached up to play with her hard pink nipples. As Brandy orgasmed, her face contorted into what looked like agony, but I knew better. For a second I thought Brandy might scream, but she held her breath instead. When a red-faced Brandy fell limply back into my chair. Jan rose up, and then as she kissed her whispered something that I couldn't make out into her ear. Taking Jen's face in her hands, Brandy returned the kiss in kind.

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As I lay there watching, all I could think was “God I wished I could fuck them!”

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The sun was coming up when first Jen, and then a few moments later, Brandy left my room. I fell asleep wondering if this entire week had been a dream.

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We had such a tangled web of secrets going on that it wasn't easy to interact naturally, so the next two days were extremely difficult for me. While Brandy and I could deal with each other pretty well, never letting the other know something was up; Jenna wasn't very good at intrigue. Several times when I caught her looking at my crotch, she avoided eye contact; and stammered when she tried to speak to me. About 5-times a day, she’d ask Brandy what her plans were for the Saturday night. Brandy would give her a 'cool it!'-Look. But poor Jen just couldn't seem to help herself; she was obsessed with what had happened the other night. Brandy didn't want Jenna to ruin a good thing, sure, but she also knew our parents would have strokes if they ever found out what was going on between us. So Saturday night, wanting to cool it for a bit, Brandy went out with some old friends from the neighborhood instead of Jen and me.

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Instead of making plans myself, I decided to stay in and watch a movie. The parents always retired at around 10, and Jenna was sure to be out 'causing trouble', so I’d have the entire basement to myself. But my assumption that Jen would have plans proved incorrect; especially after she found out that I was planning to stay home.

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A Brother’s Memory of his Sisters

Part-4-of-5

Basement Fun

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She sounded thrilled as she, asked, “What movie are you getting?”

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"I don't know...why?” I was intrigued by her enthusiasm, “Probably some kind of action move I guess.”

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Inviting herself to join me, Jen quickly added, “I don't feel like going out either. I thought maybe we could grab some beers and watch the movie together?” I silently chuckled at Jen’s sneaky attempt to get me to buy her some beer. She’d been trying to get me to buy her and her friends’ beer ever since I'd turned 21. This, however, was getting interesting... so once again; I decided to follow my instincts. After all, they'd been good to me so far.

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“Why not?” I agreed, “I’ll pick up a couple of movies and a couple of six-packs. Just be cool, OK? If Mom and Dad find out I bought you beer they'd boot me out on my ass.”

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Jenna agreed, so we decided on a couple of movies, both chick flicks. An hour later I was back with a case of beer and the two videos, Jen was waiting for me downstairs in the in the basement, where the big screen TV, stereo systems etc. were kept. During the first movie Jenna and I downed about 4 beers each. I had a pleasant buzzed but Jenna was well on her way to being drunk. She was making the same mistake that I did; she was trying to keep up with a more experienced drinker. The more intoxicated she became the stranger and the further away her gaze look when I caught her stealing glances at the front of my cut-off shorts.

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“Want another beer?” she seemed to ask every few minutes. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see where she was going with this, so I happily decided to make it a little easier for her. The next time she got up to go pee, I dumped a couple of beers down the wet bar sink and put the cans in the pile with the rest of my empties. That way she'd think that I'd drank more than I really had.

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As Jen emerged from the bathroom, I moaned, “Oh, man Jen; I'm so trashed, I don't think I can watch that other movie. No more beers for me, I’m going to bed.”

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“Bullshit, Andy! You said we'd stay in and party, so that's what you're gonna do! There's plenty more beers and its early! C'mon!”

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"OK, OK, I'll have one more---- but that’s it. I'm really beat.” As I drained my beer and got up off the couch to go get another I stumbled a bit, trying to create the impression that I was more sloshed than I really was. With a little laugh, Jen said, “Wow, you really are drunk!”

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“I told you! Now we're gonna have one more and I've got call it quits and go to bed. If not, I’m going to fall asleep right here on the couch.” I said as I cracked open a couple of beers, one for myself and another for my little sis. As we gabbed about this and that I really hammed it up with my sloppy drunken routine. All the while, she watched me intently, as she searched a sign. I gave her one. In mid sentence I pretended to nod off.

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Calling my name, Jenna repeated it over and over, more and more urgently. Satisfied that I was out, she laid me down on the couch and took off my sneakers. Then as she said my name a few more times, I let my breathing level off like I was asleep. Unsure of what to do next, Jenna just stood there staring at me for a few minutes. Eventually she grabbed another beer out of the fridge and took off up the stairs.

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Wait, I thought. Just sit tight and wait, she’ll be back. I bided my time by fantasizing about what my 18-year-old sister's mouth would feel like on my cock. I couldn’t believe that I was blessed with two of the most beautiful sisters in the world or that they were both blowing me. At least that's what I thought Jen was up to.

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As I lay there on the couch waiting, I begun to wonder if Jenna was rally coming back or not. Thankfully, not only did she return, she returned wearing that same skimpy PJ set from the other night. Turning out the light, she walked purposely over to the couch and called my name a few more times. Ignoring her, I opened one eye just a tiny bit as she knelt by the couch. One of her small round breasts was so close to my face, that I could see her hard nip poking at the soft material of her PJ top. As soon as she could unbuttoned my shorts, and unzipping my fly, she was pulling my shorts and boxers down to my knees. Just like that my cock and hairy balls were fully exposed to my younger sister scrutiny. She must have been terrified that I'd wake up, because she knelt there for a full minute watching my cock as it pulsed with the beat of my heart. Soon her urgent breathing caused her to reach over and grasped it in her delicate hand. Rather than jerk me off, she stroked it delicately with her fingertips like she was stroking her pet cat. With a feather-light touch, she ran her fingers lightly along the veins of my cock and across my balls. As I felt my cock growing, I was overcome with the desire to feel her mouth on me. Was she going to suck it, as Brandy had or not? The suspense was killing me.

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My 9-inch cock was now fully erect. When Jenna discovered that she could just barely get her fingers all the way around it; she let it go and breathed, “Whoa!” Then suddenly, I felt her warm and incredibly soft lips on its head. After gently and softly kissing my cock head, she began to sensuously lick up and down the shaft, pausing to smooch my balls with long, wet, sucking kisses. It felt sensational. Finally she lifted the head away from my stomach and slipped it into her warm, wet mouth. My cock is so fat and her mouth so small that I thought she wasn’t going to be able to get it in her mouth. When she got it in, her lips were stretched so tight that she had trouble moving her mouth up and down. Consequently she wasn't as good as Brandy at sucking cock, but it was still fantastic. I could tell by her ultra sexy moans and groans that she was enjoying herself, and from the position of her right arm that she was playing with herself again.

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“Uuuuum, Uuuuum, Uuuuum----,” she moan as my cock slipped from her lips, giving her time to catch her breath and give her jaw a rest. Panting in barely controlled lust as she continued to stroke her cunt, Jen went back down on me again. Soon she was sucking my cock and fingering herself so furiously that she temporarily lost control of herself. Her moaning became loud grunting sounds as her sucking became more forceful. Jen must have got control of herself, because suddenly stopped everything and disappeared from my secret line of sight. I was afraid that Jen felt she’d went too far and decided to quit while she was ahead. As I lay there motionless with a raging hard on and my head spinning, I prayed that I was wrong.

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Damn, I thought, I'd have to finish this myself off after she went upstairs to sleep. Oh, well, at least I'll have the memory of my lovely young sister blowing me while she played with her pussy to inspire me while I jack off.

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I knew that Jen was still in the room. Although I couldn't see her, I could hear her heavy breathing. As long as she was still here I had to keep up the illusion that I was out cold. Laying there in the darkened, fully exposed, I waited nervously for whatever might come next. My eyes were still tightly closed when I felt her place her elbows on either side of my hips as she lowered herself between my slightly spread legs. I felt her lips on my cock head again--- but this time it felt different, very different----- as my cock slowly eased into her mouth. Then I suddenly realized that it wasn't her mouth at all--- my cock was sliding into Janna’s hot, wet pussy instead. When my eyes popped open, a totally nude Jenna was squatting above my crotch, one hand on the back of the couch and one holding my pecker steady as she eased herself down onto it. After the initial penetration, she slid effortlessly down the full length of my steel-hard 9-inches until the tip of my cock was bumping the end of her dripping wet red-hot pussy. She was such a small petite girl and my erect cock was so damn big that if she hadn’t been so wet, we might never have fit together.

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Shocked, I looked up at her, fully expecting us to be looking each other in the eye and finally dealing with the reality of what was going on. Instead all I could see was her short blonde hair brushing my chest as she looked down at where my cock disappeared into her wet pussy. As she watched the penetration, she clinched the muscles just inside the lips of her little teenage cunt and gripped my cock tightly as she slowly and carefully started moving her hips. I tried to make eye contact again, but now her face was raised towards the ceiling as her back arched in pleasure. Instead of her eyes, her sweet little breasts were staring me right in the face. Her two erect nipples poked out of the small but perfect mounds were just begging to be bitten and sucked, but I resisted. She seemed lost in a haze of lust and desire as she concentrated on the feeling between her legs. I was afraid to move for fear that I’d shock her out of her daze and that things would end. And, stopping my hot teenage sister from fucking me was the last thing I wanted to do.

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Jenna had increased the length of her hip strokes to the point that she was really fucking me. Still holding herself over me on bent knees, arm on the back of the couch, her ass hovered inches over my balls with her every down stroke. Eventually she increased her stroke until most of my big cock was swallowed up into the depth of her sopping pussy with. When the pleasure became too much to ignore, my hips started moving. When Jen felt me moving, she put her hands on my chest and transferred her weight from her knees and arm onto my body. As our pubic hair grounded wildly together, I marveled at how glorious this was. My hands found her ass and I started helping her move up and down. With a moan, she looked straight into my eyes...I looked straight back into hers. No more secrets. With a look of great pleasure and kind of pleading on her face, she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, then quickly blurted out, “Please, Andy, don't stop! Oh god, please don't stop. Just fuck me. It'll be OK. Just keep...fucking...me...”

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With a big grin I moaned, “Jenna...You're so fucking good I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. And I don't want to...ever... “

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Her face inches from mine, as she panted, “Oh...Yeah...Ooooh, Andy, fuck me with that big cock.... Oh god, it's so big...it's so good...Oh.... That’s it...Ever since I saw it...saw Brandy sucking it...I had to have it in me.... Aaaaah...I had to fuck you... “

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Her ass was moving like a jackhammer, and I was matching her thrust for thrust. Raising my hands to her firm breasts, I pinched her nipples.

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Her eyes rolled back as she groaned, “Ooooh! Ooooh, yeah baby...Fuck...fuck...fuck!"

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Suddenly the lights snapped on and a voice snapped, “You two better keep it down before you wake Mom and Dad!”

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When I looked up Brandy was standing at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed, and a disapprovingly look on her face. Jenna and I were so startled that we froze like two bronze sexy statues; my cock began shrinking instantly.

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With a smile Brandy laughing said, “Oh, don't stop on my account. The cat's out of the bag now, so you might as well get on with it.” Stepping on into the room, Brandy repeated, “Go ahead.”

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As Janna’s stared in shocked disbelief, her big sister Brandy strolled causally over to the couch and stood there watching us. Jen looked down at me, the scared little sister asking her big brother what to do. But I was as totally dumbfounded as she was. As my cock rapidly diminished inside Janna’s still wet and warm pussy. Looking sheepishly up at Brandy, I stammered, “Uuuuum, this is really...she...we're...”

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Brother’s Memory of his Sisters

Part-5-of-5

A Real 3-Some

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Looking very seriously, Brandy reached down and stroked Janna’s tight little butt as she replied, “Really Andy, go ahead and fuck her. I want to watch.”

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As Brandy continued to massage the cheeks of her ass, Jenna smiled and started moving her hips so that she could guide my almost-but-not-quite limp cock back into her waiting pussy. When she started moving her hips back and forth, I felt the blood rushing back into my cock. Brandy had a big smile on her face as she watched our little sister bouncing up and down with renewed fervor on my now very stiff cock.

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Other than the night with Jenna and Brandy, I'd never had sex in front of anyone before, so at first I sort of felt 'on display ‘ as Jen and I resumed our previous rhythm. Jen had no such problem, she immediately began grunting and moaning, “Yeah, that's right!” with every in-stroke. Brandy was playing cheerleader, and chanting, "Yeah, fuck him, Jen----- fuck that big fat cock...!” to spur me on. Soon, the more my big sister watched and the harder my little sister fucked, I more turned on I got. After watching Jan and me slamming away at each other, Brandy gave us an evil leer, and began stripping off her clothes, Taking a few steps back, Brandy kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip down her arms to the floor. When Brandy removed her black lace bra and exposed her beautiful breasts, I reached a level of sexual excitement that I never dreamed existed. With Jen made intensifying animal noises in my ear, I continued to furiously fucking my baby sister’s hot pussy. When Brandy stepped out of her jeans and removed her lacy pink panties, the sight of her totally nude body caused Jen to let out a thunderous groan, followed closely by a body wracking orgasm. When the tremors started, Jenna squeezed my neck so tightly I thought she'd break my back. When the tremors subsided, she grabbed my face between her hands and passionately kissed me. Brandy's hungry eyes were still glued to us, as Jenna gentle broke off the kiss and rolled off of me. My hard cock slid out of her cum filled pussy with a nearly audible 'pop.

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“Oh god, Brandy he's so good,” Jenna purred dreamily. Then leaning forward to kiss me again, she added, “It's so fucking big...!” Gazing over at Brandy, who was now seated on the arm of the couch by my head, Jen laid down beside me. Even though she was naked, I still wasn't sure what Brandy was up for; watching or participating; so I figured I'd just follow their lead.

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“So, were you really awake all those times I snuck into your room?” Brandy asked, as her eyes flitting between my eyes and my still swollen cock.

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“No, the first few times I wasn't, but I caught you walking in the room the last time. I wanted to see what you were up to, so I decided to fake it. It wasn't easy, either, not the way you suck cock. It took all my will power.” Lying there looking up at Brandy’s damp pussy, had me in such a state of shock and sexual frenzy that it was hard for me to talk. One beautiful sister lying naked against my side and the other sitting with her pussy right in front of me was causing me to needed to cum badly, real bad. Seeing the urgency on my face, Brandy leaned forward, putting her sweet smelling pussy even nearer my face, and wrapped her hand around my still hard cock. “Did you like it, Andy? Did you like it when I sucked your cock?” she cooed, as she started slowly stroking my man meat.

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With A big sight, I answered, “Yes, oh god yes. Brandy, you blow me so damn good...I loved cumming in your mouth.”

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“Uuuuum, and, she swallowed every drop too...” put in Jenna as Brandy plopped down onto the couch with us. Fighting the urge to jump her right then and there and fuck her silly, I keep saying to myself, “Keep it cool, Andy. Keep it cool. You're gonna get what you want.” I couldn’t take my eyes off Brandy’s jiggling boobies, as she continued to stroke my meat.

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“That's right,” laughed Brandy, “I loved swallowing your cum.” Then with a slight tremor in her voice she whispered, “And, I can’t help myself, brother or not, I crave more… Now, I want some more.” Still jacking me off, she added, “I can hardly wait 'til the next time I get to suck you off...Maybe from now on, though I won't have to wait... we can do it every time we're together.

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My heart was pounding like a jackhammer in my chest, as I full filled a childhood dream by grabbing her luscious breasts. As my fingers caressed their firmness, I said firmly, “There’s no time like the present.”

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Sitting up on the couch, Jen chimed in, “Oh yea, sounds good to me, Brandy! Why don’t you let him fuck you? Don't you want it in you? Look at how big and fat it is.” Jen still couldn’t get over how big my cock was.

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“Uuuuum.... I...do, but...” sighed Brandy as she stared at the big cock that was in her hand, obviously still worried about her boyfriend back at school.

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I couldn’t take much more of this, I needed to shoot my load bad and I wanted it to be in Brandy, either her mouth or her pussy, her choice. ”Look Brandy, I want to fuck you too, but I understand... about your boyfriend and all.” I purred as my hand dropped from her breasts and my finger slowly traced the tattoo around her navel, and then moved further down into her neatly trimmed bush. As I slipped my finger into her slit, I found the inside of her cunt wet and warm, and slippery from her own juices. “But, would it really be cheating if you did it with your own brother? It's not like I'm some pick-up in a bar or anything...”

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As she listened, Brandy leaned back against the arm of the couch, and spread her legs wider so my probing fingers would have better access to her hungry pussy. Finding her little hard love-button, I gently rubbed my thumb over the top of her pussy lips. As she closed her eyes and sighed heavily, I implored Brandy to, “C'mon, Brandy, you know that you want it, let me put it in you.”

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Without a word Brandy turned around and leaned over the arm of the couch so that her awesome ass was up in the air, and her juicy pussy was presented to me from the rear.

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“Oh, yeah...put it in! Do her, Andy! Fuck her!” cheered Jenna, thrilled that her sister was about to experience the same sensations that she had minutes ago.

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In my excitement, I pulled Brandy back on to couch. Getting on my knees behind her, I pressed my cock head up against the lips of her moist mound. After a bit of gentle probing, my hard cock slid easily into my big sister's dripping wet pussy. When she let out an agonized wail, I thought for a moment I that I was hurting her. But if I was she made no effort to stop me. With my hands on her hips, I began to work my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Before I knew it my balls were slapping against her crotch as I continued to drive my big cock back and forth in her raging pussy.

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Walking around in front of face her sister, Jenna said, “See, I told you you’d like it, didn’t I? Didn’t I?”

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All Brandy could manage in reply was, “‘Uuuuum... Uuuuum,” as I rammed my cock deeper and deeper into her flaming pussy, Jenna couldn't seem to take her eyes off Brandy’s breasts as they swung to the rhythm of my hunching. Taking her by the hair, Janna angled Brandy’s face up and began tongue kissing her as her other hand reached down to fondle her breast. My big sister Brandy's pussy wasn’t quite as tight, but to my surprise it was much warmer and wetter than Janna’s was. I could feel her wetness flowing down over my balls.

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As Brandy pleaded and moaned, “Ooooh god, fuck me... Fuck me...” I violently rammed my cock deep into her gaping pussy. Reaching around and grabbing both of Brandy's breasts, my balls slammed against her fine ass as I continued to drive my cock deeper and deeper into Brandy’s willing pussy.

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Now sitting on the arm of the couch facing Brandy, Jenna spread her legs wide and pulled the petite pink lips of her pussy open with two fingers. Again grabbing her hair, Jenna pushed Brandy’s face into her groin, as she demanded, “Eat me, Brandy. Eat my pussy!” As soon as her face touched Janna’s pussy, she began licking and sucking her sister's fresh fucked slit with a vengeance, lapping up Janna’s juices and my cum both at the same time.

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“Ooooh, I can’t stand it, Brandy!” moaned Jen, “Lick my pussy, baby.... Lick my cunt while brother fucks you with that big fat cock of his.”

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“Oh god…!” I groaned as I looked down at my glistening cock sliding in and out of my big sister's dripping pussy, her little brown butt hole opening and closing with each stroke. There were tears in her eyes as Janna’s gaze lovingly met mine.

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“Oh god, Andy, Brandy's eating my pussy feels so good...Uuuuum....” Jenna beamed. “How do you like your sister's pussies, Andy? You like to fuck our hot little pussies, don’t you? I can tell!”

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Coherent thought evaded me, as I tried unsuccessfully to respond. We had a classic 3-way going on and there was only one thing left to do...I bent forwards over Brandy’s body, so that Jenna and I could play suck face. All three of us were moaning like mindless idiots as our fucking and sucking grew into a crescendo. We couldn't have planed it any better as, miraculously, we all three cummed at the same time. Still on all fours, Brandy raised her head up to the sky; and like a wolf baying at the moon… “Oooooh!” As she howled Brandy shook and bucked against me, the inner walls of her vagina squeezed my cock. At the last second when I pulled out, the thick white gobs of cum shot so hard from my cock that the first huge glob ended up in the beautiful brown hair on the back of Brandy’s head. The rest spewed in ropy globs all over Brandy’s magnificent ass.

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Pressing her lips together as hard as she could, Jenna tried to stifle her scream as she cummed all over Brandy’s pretty face as it pressed into her pussy. As soon as we finished cumming we collapsed in a heap on the couch, a tangle of sweating, naked bodies and fell sound asleep, Life for my sisters and me would never be the same.

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A Gift for my Wife

Part-1-of-1

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Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this:
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Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 25-th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Dora. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Taser. The effects of the Taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety?
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WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought Dora the device and brought it home.
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I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
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Nothing!
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I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Dora what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
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Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Callie looking on intently (trusting little soul that she was) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood living breathing moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Callie (for a fraction of a second) but then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
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So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5-inches long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'
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What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best...
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I'm sitting there alone, Callie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, 'don't do it dip-shit,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . . . HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE HELL!!! I'm pretty sure Jessie ‘the body’ Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both the recliner and me on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and a tingling in my legs?
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The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room. Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative.
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SON-OF-A-BITCH, THAT HURT LIKE HELL!!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel over the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8-feet or so from where it originally rested. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. and I had no control over the drooling. Apparently I shit myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe, was coming from my hair. I'm still looking for my nuts and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!!

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P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it! Actually she liked it so much that she had me buy one for our daughter who was away at college? When I buy our daughter’s, I’ll bet she’ll be smart enough not to test it on herself.

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The end…

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