Sisters satiable? Not once they get a taste …
Day 3, 10:14 am: I don’t think I can wait another minute - my skin is crawling, my brain buzzing.
But here he comes — jerking himself already. Progress.
He notices me, “Uh, hi Aunt Bette.” And stops touching himself.
That will never do. “Don’t stop on my account, dear. If I had a big old cock like that, I’d stroke it all the time.” And the way his hand is trembling, he’s itching, just like I am.
He blushes, “well, uh, yeah, but at home I’m not …”
"Never you mind those stuffy ‘at home’ rules. Come sit down." He sighs in relief and plops down next to me.
He just looks at me for a moment or two, but then his right hand strays down to his lovely cock. He can’t help himself. He whispers, “Funny — felt so wicked yesterday, but today….”
"It just feels a little weird."
"Give it time, darling. You should be stroking all the time, you know."
"All the time, Aunt Bette?" As if he doesn’t do it for hours already.
"Oh, yes, most boys don’t stroke enough." His pupils widen as I stare into his eyes.
He says, “I’m worried it’s so big.”
"If it bothers you, let me give you a hand." I reach down for his manhood — it is huge, almost burning my hand, fabulous — my new favorite toy.
As I start fondling him, he moans. “Oh, god, that’s awesome.”
I catch him staring at my tits, and he blushes almost crimson. Time for the next step. “We’re family, sweetie — go ahead and squeeze.”
"I can’t touch you there, Aunt Bette. Seems wicked."
"Not for long, dear, not for long."
He hesitates just for a moment, sighs, then cups my tits and leans down to run his tongue roughly all over my nipple. I’m tingling all over, so hot and horny.
He shifts his face to mine, mouth open — he’s such a quick learner. I reach my tongue all the way in to reward him.
In the excitement, my hand twitches and I let go of him.
He hisses, “Don’t stop, Bette, don’t fucking stop. Keep stroking my cock.” And thus wicked becomes weird becomes wonderful.
Darling Bobby is hooked: when I’m not there to take care of him, his right hand will be locked on his fine cock, which will be pulsing and drooling all the time. He’ll be stroking in his sleep.
Time to take it further. I whisper, “Auntie’s cunt needs attention, baby.” He hesitates again, so I roll my fingers around the base of his manhood and stroke up once, twice — and then his fingers are rubbing my slit. Excellent.
Bobby’s my goon boy now. His big prick is the joy stick I’ll use to steer him into my mouth, my bed, my cunt, my world. Just imagine what he’ll think is weird, tomorrow.
Hunky nephews inevitably have aunts in their pants.
"Be good now, Sadie."
I rub my fingers up your chest — this is not an argument I’ll win with words.
"I don’t think we should be doing this."
Your mind worries about what you’re doing with your sister …
"Mmmm, that’s so nice."
… but your cock is starting to see things my way.
"Sadie, don’t do that."
Silly boy. Now that I have you in my hands, there’s only one way this ends. And by the way you’re drooling pre-cum, any moment now.
"Oh my god, your tongue is amazing. Why did we wait so long?"
I do believe incest has gone to your head.
"Sadie, oh, mmmm, Sadie, you’re so bad, so hot, so beautiful."
And, finally, covered in your sweet cum, so in control.
Welcome to my world, where every sister has a story.
"C’mere, you silly," I say, spitting a gob of cum into Tammy’s mouth. "There’s more than enough."
She swallows and, as she gets the taste, her eyes are still burning, but now with lust, not anger.
She was just jealous, the way she curled herself around him. Most moms are that way about their sons - they just won’t admit it to themselves.
"Oh, god, so good," she moans. She’s greedy for more. I loved feeding my little sister when we were girls. This is just a little more sexy and a little less innocent.
Bobby’s cock is still hard, pointing right up at the ceiling. They both need relief, bad. I look up at him and say, “now.”
Since the day I blurted out, “this would be perfect for your mom,” as he was lickig my pussy, he’s wanted this. To screw her, be her perfect lover. And then he caught me with my Tommy, and he made me promise to make it happen.
So, every afternoon, I taught him. Every afternoon, I teased him: “This will make her moan.” “She’ll lose her mind.” “You’re gonna make her an addict.” And every afternoon, he got a little more insistent. Yesterday, I kept him overnight, cause I worried he’d just grab her before the time was right.
And now it is: He slams into her doggy-style, and as she rocks towards me, a bit of cum dribbles out of her mouth — I can’t stop myself from licking it off.
She grunts with each of his thrusts. She tries to speak as he drives into her deeper and deeper: ”So sorry - oh, wow — I just — oh, my god — I thought I’d —fuck, oh, Bobby, fuck, fuck, fuck — I can’t….”
She used to think it was little weird that I’d taken Tommy off by himself to celebrate his 18th, but there’ll be plenty of time to gloat later. Right now, I just want her to get lost in the moment. I say, ”Shhh, sweety — no point in talking when you’re being fucked senseless.
"You’re a smart lady, so that may take a while, but bad boys can make their mommas cum for hours, and Tommy’s a very bad boy."
When we were little, we used to fight and hoard our toys. Now that we’re grown, we’re gonna fuck and share our boys. The best kind of home-cumming.