Volume 1
My brother is at practice, and my parents aren't place from employment yet. I'm au naturel, as I usually am when I have the house to myself, and I go into my crony's sleeping accommodation. I snoop around in his clobber, looking for anything he might be trying to obliterate but don't get hold anything new. I put on one of his hockey T-shirt and lie on his bed. I begin touching myself between my legs.

My clit is difficult as I tease it and jerk it. I'm in no rushing, I have at least another hour so I can open to take it slow and bask a retentive build up to a shriek orgasm. That's the other welfare to being home alone - I don't have to be quiet when I make myself cum. My digit are all slippery with kitty succus as I explore the intimate contours of my young cunt. I tickle my lightly craw of pubic hairsbreadth and dalliance with my virgin hole. I pinch my nipples through the jersey ; delighting in feeling them stiffen between my finger's breadth. My clit is so hard that it's aching.

I imagine my brother is suddenly there on top of me. He's telling me how beautiful I am and how much he's always wanted me. His prick is poised at my scuttle. He desperately wants to fuck me, but he knows how untimely it would be to fuck his own sister. In my mind I'm about to tell him to do it when I hear someone clear their throat loudly.

I open my eyes and see my pal mike standing there with his backpack slung over one shoulder and a devilish grin on his face. I scream, jibe my leg together and pull his jersey down to cover myself.

"Too late, Emma,"he chortles,"already saw everything."

"mike ! Get out of here !"

"Why should I ? It's my room."He drops his Book bag and step into the room. I can see from the protrusion in his bloomers. .. that he already has a hard-on.

"How long were you there ?"

"Long enough to see my high-priced petty sister doing some very dirty things to herself."

"You're disgusting."

"Hey, I'm not the one saccade off on my bed."He rubbed his bulge."You know, that sounds like a pretty undecomposed idea."

"Don't you dare !"I yelled, trying to cut across up how much I would know it if he did demo me his cock.

"Y'know, you didn't have to stop just because of me."

"Shut up, weirdo."I sat up, trying to figure out how I was going to get yesteryear him and make it safely back to my room before I embarrassed myself any more.

"Where d'ya think you're going ?"

"Anywhere but here."

"Not with my jersey, you're not. call for it off."

"No way !"

"Alright. .. conjecture I'll just have to tell Mom and Dad what I found in my room when I came home from school today."

It was bad enough being caught by my brother, but I would absolutely die if my parents found out I played with myself in forepart of my brother. It would be even worse if they knew I was doing it in microphone's room.

"Please don't Tell,"I begged, knowing it would give him the amphetamine hand.

"I won't. .. if you do what I tell you to do."

"God, you're such a pervert !"

"Give me back my T-shirt, Em. Now !"

I pull it off and throw it at him, then do my right to insure my lowly mamilla and wet pussy with my hands.

"No reason to be shy, sis."He teases as he carelessly tosses the jersey aside and looks me over with a thirsty lust that makes my button start throbbing."Actually, I feel bad for interrupting. Why don't you go ahead and finish."

"Are you brainsick ?"

"I wonder how long you'll be grounded after Mom and Dad find out about the freaky things you do when they're not at dwelling house. Maybe I'll recite them about how you sometimes diddle with yourself in their bed, too."

"How do you know about that ?"

"I didn't, but I do now."

"Rrrr ! I hate you !"

"Go ahead an open up those skinny ramification of yours and let me see that cute twat again."His confident smile informs me that he knows he has me right where he wants me. I have no choice…or at to the lowest degree that's what I tell myself.

"If anyone's a monster around here, it's you."

I lie back, my heart race, and I take my hand away from my twat. Hesitantly, I open my peg. I don't want him to eff how much I really want to do this for him.

"Nice,"he says in a whispery voice as my human knee touch down on the mattress to my left field and right field."I wan na see your titty, too."

I take my arm away, leaving myself completely exposed to my Brother. I've never been naked in front man of anyone before and it's both scary and thrilling at the same time.

"Can I go now ?"I complain, hoping he continues to maintain his magnate over me and says no.

"Touch it,"he order. There's a thick rasp in his vocalization that sends tingling across my bare flesh."I want to see you play with your pussy and make me excited."

My hand moves down to my cunt. I wonder if he can see how much I'm palpitation. If he can, I hope he thinks it's because I'm upset and not because I'm more turned on than I've ever been before in my life.

"Yeah, that's it, Emma. Pretend like I'm not even here and bear upon yourself the way you like to."

"Shut up, loser."My words didn't have any enduringness behind them. Could he tell I meant the claim opposite of what I was saying ?

I spread my wetness up the distance of my slit, circling a finger around my hard clit, then going back down for more of my natural lubricant. I'm leaking like never before and can feel it actually trickling down my ass crack. I have to be careful or I'll cum in about another three sec. I don't want him to recognize just how steamy this is making me. That's when I hear a zip coming down. My tenderness bounce. Is this really happening ?

I look up to see my brother holding his tough pecker in his script. He's stroking it slowly as he stares between my leg, transfixed by my pussy. I've been dreaming about seeing his phallus for so long, and now there it is, all big and hard. I feel strangely proud that his cock is like that because of me.

"You like that ?"he asks, stepping closer and brandishing his erection in my direction.
I swallow, debating how to respond. I find myself nodding before I consciously make up my brain. He comes to the side of meat of the bed and tugs on his erection, aiming it right at me. God, it's a glorious prick to witness.

"Why don't you take your clothes off, too ?"I suggest.

"Don't psyche if I do,"he quips and begins stripping.

I continue fingering myself as I watch my blood brother's athletic body come into prospect with each piece of clothing that he sheds. Soon he's as bare as I am. I can't halt staring. He likes that I'm looking at him as much as I like him looking at me.

"Are you going to cum ?"I ask. .. surprised at how forth I'm able to be. .. given the situation.

"I will if you do."

I begin working my cunt more seriously, just like I would if I was alone. When he sees this he gets on the bed with me, kneeling at my face watching my bridge player moving rapidly between my ramification. His cock is close enough for me to reach out and feeling. I unintentionally let out a lilliputian moan. He takes this as a signal to adjoin my titmouse with his release hand. He's being a bit too fierce, but I still like it.

"Tell me when you're about to cum, Emma."

Hearing him say my name while he's beating off over my naked eubstance drives me wild. I slip a finger's breadth into my hole and moan some more as I feel my orgasm building quickly. I try to make it conclusion as long as I can, but it only takes a min before I reach the decimal point of no return.

"I'm gon na cum, Mike ! Oh, nookie, I'm gon na cum so arduous !"Without thinking I reach up and very gently cup his globe, feeling them all hot and sweaty in my palm for the first-class honours degree time. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before.

He beats his cock faster and I get the idea that he's trying to time his sexual climax with mine. God, that's so friggin'hot ! I cry out and my ass comes up off the bed as I start to go off.

"Do it, Emma. Let me see you cum !"His fingerbreadth dig into my small business firm teat as he groans."Oh, shag !"

Despite being in the throes of my own orgasm, I'm still capable to see the question of his shaft suddenly swell seconds before a big spurt of spermatozoan shoots out and lands on my tummy. Waves of ecstasy are crashing through me. My brother quickly redirects his penis and more fare splashes on my bosom and nipples. The feeling of his quick nerve on my cutis is beyond amazing. We both continue rubbing ourselves well after our orgasm have passed, neither one wanting it to do to an end.

mass II

At for the first time my kinfolk phantasy were restricted solely to my buddy. That changed shortly after I found a hush-hush cache of pornography my dad had out in the old detached garaged behind our home. When no one was home, I would sometimes nobble out there and go through the small collection of musty girlie magazines hidden under his workbench. It wasn't long before the following fantasy was added to my private repertory :

I'm squatting in the littered garage with a faded copy of slattern cattle farm open on a Milk crate in front of me. I've taken off my dungaree, but my white cotton fiber panties dotted with puritanic birds are down around my ankles. My finger's breadth tickle lightly around my puffy vulva. My little clit is aching to be touched, but I don't want to ruin it by going too fast. I don't get this chance very often, so I want to make it count.

The smell of oil, rusted metal, and old sawdust is strong in the air. I bring my fingers to my nuzzle and snuff, adding the odour of my own sweaty pussycat to the mix. I turn the page and return my script between my legs. The au naturel charwoman I'm looking at has magnificent bosom. I long for the day that my small boobies develop into something more womanly, but I'm afraid it might never bechance. I tickle my sparse patch of pussy hair, then slither my middle fingerbreadth along my dent and feel how flaccid my mouth are. I wonder if the sexy slut in the picture ever masturbates like me.

"Emma, is that you in here ?"It's my dad's voice.

I instantly panic. I have to veil the magazine, or perpetrate up my panty, or grab my pants, or duck behind the garbage can, or…too late. My dad is standing close by looking around. He hasn't seen me yet, but he will any back. In the shock absorber of the moment, I didn't end up doing any of the things my brain told me to do all at once.

"Oh, Emma, it is you,"he smiles when he sees me."What're you do-…"He spots the mag and the smile hesitation."Oh."Next he realizes my panties are down and my hand is the only thing covering my naked pussy."Oh, I see…ahem."

I'm ready to die of the worst superfluity I've ever felt in my life. Dad looks just as out of kind as I feel. He scratches the cover of his head as he considers the situation.

"surmise you stumbled on my occult cache there, eh ?"He chuckles nervously."Your mom would stamp out me if she knew I had those."His consistence language tells me he's struggling with an intragroup debate about what to do about finding his daughter masturbating to his erotica."That one you got there is probably my favorite. You got full mouthful, unseasoned lady."He's trying to lighten things up, but I'm so humiliated that I'm in no mood to gag and stay crouched where I am.

My dad reaches out his hand, and I give him the clip. He flips through the pages, intermission, flips a couple more, looks something over, and then turns back a Page. I notice a bulge growing in his trouser and don't know what to do. I should probably try to pull my scanty up, but I don't.

"This one gets me off every time."He puts the magazine down on the milk crate so I can see. There's a shapely redhead taking up the entire left page. Both her peg are straight up in the air facing pages in a wide V. She's squeezing her breasts together so that her nipples are almost touching. Her hair is big and curly.

"She does have a sexy body,"I offer meekly. My venter churns, hoping I didn't despoilation things by speaking. My dad's smile becomes a little more relaxed, and he nods.

"She does, I'll give her that. But that's not the whole story."He crouches down succeeding to me and the closeness makes my genitals almost vibrate in a way I never felt before.

"It's this that does it for me."Dad taps the modelling's brass."She has such a shy, clean-handed smell about her. She could be the afters girl succeeding door, or the check missy you see every day at the memory board or even my young daughter. And then you look down and wow ! search what she's doing. That angel turns out to be one tight trivial devil."

My eyes stray to my Church Father's crotch and I see that the bulge has grown into something more hearty. His hand motility along his leg and he massages his hardness through his knickers with me right there next to him.

"Yeah, I think I see what you mean,"I say, wanting him to sleep together I understand what he's talking about. The woman has big, beautiful pussy lips splayed open in front of us. That was the sole thing I had really noticed before, but now that I was seeing it through my father's middle, the range was a lot more erotic than I had ever realized.

"Would it be okay, Emma, if I join you ?"

"join me ?"I'm not sure as shooting if he means what I hope he does."Ahhhh okay, if you want to."

He pats me on the articulatio humeri as he stands, opens his gasp and drops them to the level. Just like that I'm staring at my father's hard cock. It's big, and thick, and straight. The straits flares out at the base and curve to a blunt full point. I can even see my dad's pee fix top as day. His hairy testicle hang heavily between his legs and I'm dying to hump what it would feel like to hold them in my hand.

My father kneels down next to me, grips his monolithic hard-on, and begins stroking it slowly. He looks over and sees the stunned look on my face.

"Girls aren't the only ones who masturbate, you know."He punctuates his laugh by nudging me with his elbow.

"I know, but…"I'm not surely if I should say anything.

"But… ?"

"I never thought you did… ‘ that,'” I nod toward my dad's handwriting moving steadily up and down his meaty shaft.

"No ? What did you retrieve I had these magazine out here for ?"

I shrug, glancing up at him then back down at what he's doing with his cock."I guess I never really thought about it."I press my hand to my pussy. It's hot and moist against my palm.

"Do you come out here a lot ?"he asks, more curious than accusing.

"I've done it a few prison term,"I admit. I'm ashamed of being caught, but now I'm also excited that I was.

"And do you always pull down your panty and pertain yourself ?"

I hesitated for a moment before nodding. I never told anyone before that I played with myself. I always thought it would be the sorry thing in the world if anyone found out what a degenerate I am. Now that I knew my dad did it too, it didn't seem like as very much of a terrible thing."It feels good,"I say just to say something.

"I'm sure it does."My dad looked down between my pegleg. I moved my hand a little to the side."Looks like my girlfriend finally has some fuzz down there."

That makes me palpate proud for some silly rationality. He turns his attention to the mag feast and continues to work his cock. I get up the nervus to touch myself the way I've been wanting to for the end couplet minutes. I circle my touch around my hole and smear some of the wetness around down there. My finger's breadth moves up and down and around. I can't believe I'm doing this with my dad right there with me.

"Do you desire to see the one I like the most ?"My voice sounds small-scale and screechy, but I manage to get the words out.

"Sure, pumpkin, I'd like that a lot."

I flip to the live graphic. There's a dark-coated woman with a pixie-cut and belittled breasts. She's on her knees with her arse toward the tv camera. Her script is on one of her butt cheeks and she's pulling it to the side of meat so you can see everything between her legs. I point to it, and incite my manus back down to where it was.

"Hmm, nice,"my dad says as he inspects the photo."Why do you like this one ?"

I'd never really thought about it before. I study the picture as I lightly finger myself.
"I guess because she's not just sitting there all like, ‘ expression at me.'” I consider the modelling's look for the first time, noticing that she has an verbalism that was partly
a challenge and partly an invitation."She's taking billing and showing off what she's got, like she's proud of it or something."

"Okay, yeah, I can see that."

"And I like how she's not shy to let you see…everything."

"Everything ?"my dad prompts. His hand is moving a small faster. I go ahead and take off rubbing my clit like I would if I was by myself.

"Yeah, y'know, like her…stuff…"

"You mean her pussy ?"

auditory modality my father say that word sends a tingle through me."Yeah, her pussy and her…butthole."

"Mmm, I have to check with you on that one, sweetheart. There's something about a charwoman who's willing to scatter her ass and put it all out there."He looked down at what I was doing again."red cent, you're certainly not a small girl anymore, Emma."

"I know how to make water myself have an climax,"I blurt out in an attempt to prove just how grown up I am.

"Is that so ? I suppose you've been doing a lot of practicing under the covers late at night,"he kidded."Do you make out what happens when a man has an orgasm ?"

"Sperm comes out,"I answer quickly, maybe too quickly.

"Ah, good. I wasn't sure if your mother covered that component part when she had ‘ The Talk'with you."

I don't tell him that I didn't learn this bit of intimate trivia from Mom."Are you going to wee yourself cum, pappa ?"

"I don't really have much of a pick at this point, Pres Young peeress. As long as that's OK with you."

"Oh, yeah, sure !"I worry that I sound too enthusiastic. I try to find my cool.

"Totally."

We look at the magazine together, but we are each more interested in what the other is doing than the still model who has been holding her ass open air for the past five years.

"Dad,"I finally pipe up when a loathsome idea enters my head."Is it okay if I try something ?"

"Ahh…depends on what it is."

"Something I want to show you."The butterfly stroke are batting around inside my breadbasket like crazy.

"I'm game."

I stand and kick off my panties and my stoolie, leaving on my ankle wind sock. Too bad I don't have a span of high gear heels handy. With my cover to my beginner, I pull my shirt off over my question and take off my homely White River bra. I'm very cognizant that I'm showing off my nude butt to my dad for the first time ever. It was no big deal though because I was about to shew him a whole lot more.

I find an open patch and spread an old cover over the cement floor. I get down on my back, put my foundation up high in the air, opened my leg in a wide V, and squeeze my bantam boobies together. My dad instantly recognizes the pose and laughs. He's not laughing at me, but just because of how happy I've made him. I try to give that Sami shy, innocent face he likes so much in his favorite picture.

"Oh my God, Emma. You're too much."

"You don't need those dirty magazines, daddy. Not when you have me."I never knew acting like a filthy slut would find so upright."Do you like it ?"

"Are you kidding ? I love it, sweetheart !"He is jerking off even faster now."You're a C clip sexier than the young lady next doorway could ever be."

"Can you see my pussy, Daddy ?"I worry the lighting isn't good enough for him to get a undecomposed look."You should get closer so you can see it better."

He gets up, kicks away his pants and kneeling down in straw man of me like my naked eubstance is some variety of holy altar. My peg are getting tired, but I hold them open for my founding father."Instead of masturbating to those magazines, you can masturbate to my pussycat whenever you want."

"Oh God, you're going to make me cum so firmly, baby girl."My dad starts playing with his chunk, rolling them around in his manus as he jerks himself. He looks straight at my pussy through it all and it seems like he might be about to cry."How about your dearie picture ? Want to show me that pose ?"

A bolt of lightning of agitation shoots through me. I hadn't even thought of that. What an amazing theme. I lower my stage and turn around onto my articulatio genus. I look over my shoulder and give Dad my best inviting challenge I can come up, then put one bridge player on a behind cheek.

"You ready for this ?"I say, trying to be all bad-ass sexy.

"Yes, yes ! Please, yes !"

I slowly relieve my brass to the slope and open myself up to him completely. My dad lets out a shuddering moan and beats his cock faster."Can you see everything, Daddy ?"
"I see everything, sweetheart. I can see it all."

I can tell he was getting close."You can squirt your sperm on me if you want to, Daddy. You can squirt it anywhere you want."
"I love you, Emma !"he cries out and leans in toward me."I fucking love you sooooo muuuuuch !"As he yells the words. .. his cum begins to chuck from his stopcock straight towards my oral cavity. He pumps spurt after squirt against my lips, some of it landing on a cheek, and then I surprise both of us and open my rima oris. A sudden fierce surge of cum leaves the tip of his cock and lands on my tongue and gushes back into my backtalk. I lean forward and let his shooting flak hose enter my warm backtalk as I force them closer together. I watch him prompt back and forth for several bit as his cock slowly begins to wince.

I can't even wait until he's all the way finished, and I start frigging myself like crazy. My cunt is all gooey and it feels more than amazing. I never masturbated so gruelling and so fast in my whole life. It only takes a few irregular before I am moaning and screaming through my first climax in front of my dad. He backs away slightly to watch my body erupt.

"I'm going to cum ! Thank you, pappa ! Thank you for cumming in my mouth ! You make my pussy flavour sooo gooood !"I buck and hump my hand like it's the honorable sex I've ever had ( which it actually is ). When my orgasm finishing, I can't occlusive. I keep fingering myself like an out of controller sex maniac until I cum again and again while my father holds his spent peter in his hand and watches in amazement.

Neither of us speak for a long while as I catch my breath. I want things to keep going, but I can't get up the courage to distinguish my father I want him to do more sex things to me. He gets up, fetches a sporting hankey from his pants air hole and tosses it to me. I'm afraid he's ashamed of me and what we just did.

"Can we do this again sometime, pappa ? I really like masturbating with you."

"Hmm, I don't know, sweetheart. We could get in a lot of trouble for messing around like this. If your mother ever found out…"

"I won't tell anyone, I swear ! Especially not Mom !"I open my legs and dab at the wetness around my pussycat. My dad can't stoppage looking.

"Your mom's going to her quilting cabaret tomorrow night,"he says suggestively as he pulls on his gasp."What do you say we meet up out here and need a look at that copy of Penthouse together ?"

"Yes !"I jump up and hurl my implements of war around him in a big hug. I almost leave I'm naked until I feel my dad patting my bare ass."I love you, Daddy."With that I plant a big, juicy buss right on his lips.

This was one fantasy that I rarely got to the end of. .. before cumming. I usually got off good around when I started posing and spreading my legs. The idea of exposing my twat to my beginner held a unique sexual commission for me. In reality, when I found his porn stash, I knew exactly what my Padre was using it for. The estimation that my dad jerked off was a revelation to me back then, and it really fired my horny vision. The persuasion of him jacking off to me as I showed off my naked soundbox gave me more coming than I can count. These fancy inevitably evolved into imagining scenes where my father and I would fuck, but I'll save that for another meter because right wing now I have to go make care of something out in the garage…