She was not quite undressed, 
but enough to suggest
to one so repressed.

So, distressed,
he confessed,
on his knees
acquiesced.

Now he’s obsessed.  

Will he protest?
Did she molest?
It is incest.

No, he is blest 
to be possessed —
mother always knows best.


God makes little boys and mommies make them men.

It only took a minute or two. Now, Bobby can’t get me out of his head, so it’s easy for me to keep his cock in my mouth.

Unless we’re really having fun. 

I’d been teasin’ him, knowing we were alone in the house, and things got out of hand. He was just babbling.  ”Christ, Trixie, I’m so sorry. Got carried away.” I didn’t say a word, ‘cause I had better things to do with my mouth. It was fun to listen to him.  I could tell he wanted to cum again, but his conscience was bugging him.

"I made such a mess."

A hot one. His cock, throbbing against my cheek, told me he was getting off on it.

"So nasty…"

Nasty looks great on me. And the way he was lickin’ his lips I could tell he wanted a taste, too. So many lovely addictions for me to feed.

He watched for a while as his goo cooled on my tits, then:”I’d loved to …. but damn, we can’t… that’d be.”

It’s been weeks, and we can’t stop, because it is. Oh, yeah.

"God, you’re beautiful." That’s the first time he went all glassy-eyed. His conscience was still whispering in his ear, but my tongue was caressing his prick. Guess who won?

"If only we weren’t …"

It wouldn’t be so filthy, I thought. I craved filthy. Now he does, too.

"But, fuck, I owe you." See how good I was with my mouth? And he did all the talking: ”Do you want to hold it?”

That’s when his training started. Saved me a lotta time.

"Say something, please."

Nah. He was doing a great job talking himself into it. Such a good boy.

"It’s only fair ….so I can make you feel good, too." Guess he realized he had to cum. Funny how he got smarter as I got him harder. He’s gotten to be brilliant.

All the time.

"But we can’t let Mom find out."

She didn’t — not that night — but that’s another story.

___________

Here’s to sisters who thirst for brotherly love.

After that day, Mom and I were never quite on the same wavelength about him.
She’d said, “He’ll use a woman for his pleasure, for hours. It’s like an addiction for him.” I gasped. She thought I was shocked. I was, for a moment — I was a good girl. But then I felt the wetness in my panties; good girls can get so horny. Damn, if I could find a man like that, I’d be the heroin in his veins. I put an ad in OKCupid.
The night we went out for my birthday, she got drunk and said, “When he gets horny, he has no scruples. He wants a whore, a woman who will suck, fuck, and take it in the ass.” And I giggled: there were too many scruples and too little screwing, as far as I was concerned.
By this time, I’d given up on the OKCupid guys — no stamina — but maybe I had a chance with him. The good girl had been the apple of his eye, and she would never had thought of him that way. But she was gone, thank god. Could the bad girl be the fucktoy in his bed? 
I got my own apartment. I put a sybian in my living room and spent hours riding it, watching porn, and fantasizing ways to make it happen. 
It all came together on their anniversary. He’d done something to piss her off, and I sat up with her while she ranted. She said, “Once he sees a woman sexually, he starts thinking with his cock.”  I hoped she didn’t see me flush, but I knew I could make his cock think.
I tucked my cheerleader photos where he’d find them and paraded around in my lingerie whenever he was there. I saw his trousers tent more than once, so I knew he was thinking long and hard.
And for those lonely nights in my apartment, I got a bunch of stuff from Victoria’s Secret and a monstrous vibrator, scrawled his name on it in bright red lipstick, and jilled myself to sleep.
I never figured out what happened that made her phone me that night. I turned off the vibrator, but couldn’t help touching myself while she talked, so I had a hard time concentrating. I guess she said he was the most depraved person she’d ever known. Of course, she had no idea how much I’d changed and that didn’t seem like the time to tell her.
I reached him in his Porsche before he was out of the driveway. He said, “You little minx — getting me kicked out of my own house. I hoped you’re satisfied.”
I purred back at him, “Soon, you bad man. Get over here.” 
His low chuckles made my crotch tingle as he said, “You think you can handle me? You really …”
I interrupted him: “Who got you thinking about the two of us? Let’s see if you can keep up.” And he stopped talking. I could hear the engine racing and him breathing. While he drove, I told him what I was wearing, and I bet he heard the vibrator, too. But he never said a word.
I was itchin’ by the time he pulled into my carport. He needed it bad: his face was covered with sweat, and the gearshift was slimy with precum.
I had my lips around his manhood before he was out of the car. He was too big for me, almost - the fever had been building for months. But I had to taste him and feel him in my throat. I surprised myself and I think I surprised him, too, more than once.
Around 6 am, I heard him moan, “Fuck, baby, you win,” as he came in my ass for the third time and passed out.
Somehow, I made it up to my bedroom. I woke up just before sunset feeling frazzled, sore, and degraded. And gloriously, completely satisfied. 
He was standing over me, stroking himself. He smiled that hard smile of his and said, “Ready for the next round, baby?”
Turns out Mom was right about Daddy. We both were.
_________
Thank heaven for little girls: they grow up in the most delightful way!

After that day, Mom and I were never quite on the same wavelength about him.

She’d said, “He’ll use a woman for his pleasure, for hours. It’s like an addiction for him.” I gasped. She thought I was shocked. I was, for a moment — I was a good girl. But then I felt the wetness in my panties; good girls can get so horny. Damn, if I could find a man like that, I’d be the heroin in his veins. I put an ad in OKCupid.

The night we went out for my birthday, she got drunk and said, “When he gets horny, he has no scruples. He wants a whore, a woman who will suck, fuck, and take it in the ass.” And I giggled: there were too many scruples and too little screwing, as far as I was concerned.

By this time, I’d given up on the OKCupid guys — no stamina — but maybe I had a chance with him. The good girl had been the apple of his eye, and she would never had thought of him that way. But she was gone, thank god. Could the bad girl be the fucktoy in his bed? 

I got my own apartment. I put a sybian in my living room and spent hours riding it, watching porn, and fantasizing ways to make it happen. 

It all came together on their anniversary. He’d done something to piss her off, and I sat up with her while she ranted. She said, “Once he sees a woman sexually, he starts thinking with his cock.”  I hoped she didn’t see me flush, but I knew I could make his cock think.

I tucked my cheerleader photos where he’d find them and paraded around in my lingerie whenever he was there. I saw his trousers tent more than once, so I knew he was thinking long and hard.

And for those lonely nights in my apartment, I got a bunch of stuff from Victoria’s Secret and a monstrous vibrator, scrawled his name on it in bright red lipstick, and jilled myself to sleep.

I never figured out what happened that made her phone me that night. I turned off the vibrator, but couldn’t help touching myself while she talked, so I had a hard time concentrating. I guess she said he was the most depraved person she’d ever known. Of course, she had no idea how much I’d changed and that didn’t seem like the time to tell her.

I reached him in his Porsche before he was out of the driveway. He said, “You little minx — getting me kicked out of my own house. I hoped you’re satisfied.”

I purred back at him, “Soon, you bad man. Get over here.” 

His low chuckles made my crotch tingle as he said, “You think you can handle me? You really …”

I interrupted him: “Who got you thinking about the two of us? Let’s see if you can keep up.” And he stopped talking. I could hear the engine racing and him breathing. While he drove, I told him what I was wearing, and I bet he heard the vibrator, too. But he never said a word.

I was itchin’ by the time he pulled into my carport. He needed it bad: his face was covered with sweat, and the gearshift was slimy with precum.

I had my lips around his manhood before he was out of the car. He was too big for me, almost - the fever had been building for months. But I had to taste him and feel him in my throat. I surprised myself and I think I surprised him, too, more than once.

Around 6 am, I heard him moan, “Fuck, baby, you win,” as he came in my ass for the third time and passed out.

Somehow, I made it up to my bedroom. I woke up just before sunset feeling frazzled, sore, and degraded. And gloriously, completely satisfied. 

He was standing over me, stroking himself. He smiled that hard smile of his and said, “Ready for the next round, baby?”

Turns out Mom was right about Daddy. We both were.

_________

Thank heaven for little girls: they grow up in the most delightful way!

(via cometodaddynottygirl)

You have to understand about my brother and me: the kitchen was our special place when we were teenagers. We ate there, all the time. In fact, we did everything together, but we never crossed the line. We maintained our distance and, slowly, that distance grew, and he went away.

When he came back, he was very damaged, never left the house, didn’t bother to dress. I hardly recognized him.

And he was always probing. I tried to set boundaries. So much friction between us.

Tuesday he was waiting for me after work, eager, wild, beyond words.

Right there in the kitchen.

I was kinda shocked. His blood was pumping, he was steaming. I didn’t want to lose him, but he scared me.

Invaded my space.
Wouldn’t take no for an answer.

He came at me,
pressed me,
harder and harder.

Crossed the line.

I couldn’t breathe.

Friction, pressure, heat.
Air unbearable.

Melting
my
resistance.
And I
crossed the line, too — let his
ache
touch an emptiness deep inside.

So I
succumbed,
oh, god, every part of me,
succumbed,
totally.

Right there in the kitchen.

And his love flowed into me,
and I was filled,
completely.

It brought me to my knees. And all I could do was bare myself to him. And then I knew what I had to do: tame him, all over again.

Sure, I teased him a little, but just to soothe his tantrums. And I brought him back him back home to me.

Just like old times, right there in the kitchen, but with new appetites.

Now it’s so much fun to have him around the house — we’re going to do everything together.

So, you see, I just have to take the rest of the month off. 

______

Sisters love to come out on top

I see you watching. 
Getting hot. 
So hot.
Because you know.
No one was supposed to, ever.
But it’s ok with me.
Really. Cause I can tell you’re obsessed.
Dying to be one of us.
Wondering: would she look just the way I do, right now?
Oh, god, no. She’d look better, in that skimpy t-shirt you gave her.
Cause I’m just some slutty teen you don’t know. She’s your niece.
And will it be as good for her as it is for me? Oh, yeah. She’s been thinking about it, too, and I know she’s been getting very wet, um, thinking about it. She’s been “thinking” about it it a lot.
Her little cunt will grab your cock, so tight.  Oh my god, that first time will be so good, for both of you.
And you haven’t even see me with my mouth stuffed full of cock.
So, imagine her, smiling up at you, drooling your creamy white cum. She won’t be able to swallow it all, but she’ll do her best. Trust me.
She’s going to lose her mind, thanks to you. Hooked — just like me. Not just willing, eager. And that thought —  fuck, oh fuck, oh, god, fuck — makes me cum.
And she will moan, coo, cry uncle. But she’ll never tell.  
See, you’re not the only one in the family.
I got you all hot, didn’t I? You owe me. What are you waiting for? I wanna watch, right now.
________
When nieces cum to think of their uncles, things can get very sticky.

I see you watching. 

Getting hot.

So hot.

Because you know.

No one was supposed to, ever.

But it’s ok with me.

Really. Cause I can tell you’re obsessed.

Dying to be one of us.

Wondering: would she look just the way I do, right now?

Oh, god, no. She’d look better, in that skimpy t-shirt you gave her.

Cause I’m just some slutty teen you don’t know. She’s your niece.

And will it be as good for her as it is for me? Oh, yeah. She’s been thinking about it, too, and I know she’s been getting very wet, um, thinking about it. She’s been “thinking” about it it a lot.

Her little cunt will grab your cock, so tight.  Oh my god, that first time will be so good, for both of you.

And you haven’t even see me with my mouth stuffed full of cock.

So, imagine her, smiling up at you, drooling your creamy white cum. She won’t be able to swallow it all, but she’ll do her best. Trust me.

She’s going to lose her mind, thanks to you. Hooked — just like me. Not just willing, eager. And that thought —  fuck, oh fuck, oh, god, fuck — makes me cum.

And she will moan, coo, cry uncle. But she’ll never tell.  

See, you’re not the only one in the family.

I got you all hot, didn’t I? You owe me. What are you waiting for? I wanna watch, right now.

________

When nieces cum to think of their uncles, things can get very sticky.

(via hot-hot-sex)

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….”

"Yes, dear?"

"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.