Volume 1
My brother is at practice, and my parents aren't nursing home from employment yet. I'm nude, as I usually am when I have the house to myself, and I go into my crony's chamber. I snoop around in his stuff, looking for anything he might be trying to shroud but don't encounter anything new. I put on one of his hockey tee shirt and lie on his bed. I begin touching myself between my legs.

My clit is hard as I tease it and flick it. I'm in no hurry, I have at to the lowest degree another hr so I can give to make it slacken and savour a recollective build up to a screaming orgasm. That's the other benefit to being home alone - I don't have to be hushed when I make myself cum. My fingers are all slippery with pussycat juice as I explore the confidant configuration of my Brigham Young cunt. I tickle my illumine harvest of pubic hair and flirt with my virgin mess. I pinch my teat through the jersey ; delighting in feeling them stiffen between my fingers. My clitoris is so hard that it's aching.

I imagine my comrade is suddenly there on top of me. He's telling me how beautiful I am and how a good deal he's always wanted me. His dick is poised at my opening. He desperately wants to fuck me, but he knows how wrong it would be to get laid his own sister. In my mind I'm about to tell him to do it when I hear someone cleared their throat loudly.

I open my eyes and see my brother microphone standing there with his backpack slung over one shoulder joint and a mephistophelian grin on his face. I scream, slam my wooden leg together and extract his jersey down to extend myself.

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

"Mike ! Get out of here !"

"Why should I ? It's my room."He drops his Holy Writ bag and steps into the room. I can see from the bulge in his pants. .. that he already has a hard-on.

"How long were you there ?"

"Long enough to see my dear niggling sister doing some very dirty affair to herself."

"You're disgusting."

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

"Don't you dare !"I yelled, trying to handle up how practically I would eff 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 past him and take a crap it safely back to my way before I embarrassed myself any more.

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

"Anywhere but here."

"Not with my NJ, you're not. Take it off."

"No way !"

"Alright. .. dead reckoning I'll just consume to secernate Mom and Dad what I found in my room when I came habitation from school today."

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

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

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

"God, you're such a deviate !"

"Give me back my jersey, Em. Now !"

I pull it off and confuse it at him, then do my advantageously to cover my small nipple and wet pussy with my hands.

"No ground to be shy, sis."He teases as he carelessly tosses the New Jersey aside and looks me over with a hungry lecherousness that makes my clit get-go throbbing."Actually, I feel bad for interrupting. Why don't you go ahead and finish."

"Are you crazy ?"

"I wonder how tenacious you'll be grounded after Mom and Dad find out about the bizarre matter you do when they're not at home. Maybe I'll tell them about how you sometimes play with yourself in their bed, too."

"How do you have it off about that ?"

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

"Rrrr ! I hate you !"

"Go ahead an overt up those skinny peg of yours and let me see that cute pussy again."His confident grinning informs me that he knows he has me right where he wants me. I have no choice…or at least that's what I tell myself.

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

I lie back, my center races, and I take my hand away from my cunt. Hesitantly, I open my peg. I don't want him to know how a lot I really want to do this for him.

"Nice,"he says in a whispery vocalism as my human knee touch down on the mattress to my left hand and rightfield."I wan na see your boob, too."

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

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

"Touch it,"he decree. There's a duncish rasp in his representative that sends shiver across my bare flesh."I want to see you flirt with your twat and take a leak me excited."

My hand motion down to my puss. I wonder if he can see how practically I'm trembling. 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 extend to yourself the way you like to."

"Shut up, loser."My Scripture didn't have any potency behind them. Could he enjoin I meant the accurate reverse of what I was saying ?

I spread my wetness up the length of my slit, circling a fingerbreadth around my hard clit, then going back down for to a greater extent of my instinctive lubricant. I'm leaking like never before and can sense it actually trickling down my ass crack. I have to be deliberate or I'll cum in about another three seconds. I don't want him to have sex just how horny this is making me. That's when I hear a zipper coming down. My heart leaps. Is this really happening ?

I look up to see my brother holding his voiceless cock in his hired hand. He's stroking it slowly as he stares between my legs, transfixed by my pussy. I've been dreaming about seeing his phallus for so recollective, and now there it is, all big and gruelling. I feel strangely proud that his turncock 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 head. He comes to the side of the bed and tugs on his erection, aiming it right at me. God, it's a glorious tool 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 comrade's gymnastic body come into view with each man of clothing that he sheds. Soon he's as naked as I am. I can't stop 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 forward I'm able to be. .. given the situation.

"I will if you do."

I begin working my snatch more seriously, just like I would if I was alone. When he sees this he gets on the bed with me, kneeling at my side watching my hand moving rapidly between my legs. His stopcock is secretive enough for me to reach out and concern. I unintentionally let out a piddling moan. He takes this as a sign to touch my knocker with his free hand. He's being a bit too boisterous, but I still like it.

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

earreach him say my name while he's beating off over my defenseless body drives me wild. I slip a finger into my hole and moan some more as I feel my climax building quickly. I try to make it last as long as I can, but it only takes a arcminute before I reach the point of no return.

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

He beats his shaft faster and I get the idea that he's trying to metre his orgasm 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 finger's breadth dig into my minuscule strong titmouse as he groans."Oh, ass !"

Despite being in the throes of my own orgasm, I'm still able to see the read/write head of his stopcock suddenly swell seconds before a big spurt of sperm shoots out and lands on my tummy. Waves of ecstasy are crashing through me. My Brother quickly redirects his penis and more ejaculate splashes on my teat and pap. The feeling of his quick punk on my pelt is beyond amazing. We both continue rubbing ourselves well after our orgasms have passed, neither one wanting it to come to an end.

volume II

At first my house fantasies were restricted solely to my buddy. That changed shortly after I found a secret stash of porno my dad had out in the old detached garaged behind our family. When no one was home, I would sometimes sneak out there and go through the diminished collection of frowsty girlie magazines hidden under his workbench. It wasn't long before the following fantasy was added to my individual repertory :

I'm squatting in the littered garage with a fade copy of Hustler spread afford on a milk crateful in front of me. I've taken off my jeans, but my white cotton panties dotted with blueish birds are down around my ankles. My digit tickle lightly around my puffy vulva. My little clitoris is aching to be touched, but I don't want to break it by going too fast. I don't get this chance very often, so I want to wee-wee it count.

The smell of oil, rusted metal, and old sawdust is hard in the air. I bring my fingers to my nose and snuff, adding the scent of my own sweaty pussy to the mix. I turn the pageboy and recall my hand between my branch. The naked char I'm looking at has magnificent pap. I long for the day that my little boobies develop into something more womanly, but I'm afraid it might never occur. I tickle my thin bandage of pussy hairsbreadth, then slide my midsection fingerbreadth along my twat and find how soft my mouth are. I wonder if the sexy slovenly woman 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 hide the magazine, or displume up my panties, or grab my gasp, or duck's egg 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 indorsement. In the shock 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 magazine and the smile falters."Oh."Next he realizes my panties are down and my hired man is the only thing covering my bare snatch."Oh, I see…ahem."

I'm fix to die of the speculative embarrassment I've ever felt in my life. Dad looks just as out of sorts as I feel. He scratches the backbone of his head as he considers the situation.

"Guess you stumbled on my secret cache there, eh ?"He chuckles nervously."Your mom would pour down me if she knew I had those."His body voice communication tells me he's struggling with an intragroup public debate about what to do about finding his daughter masturbating to his porn."That one you got there is probably my ducky. You got skillful taste, offspring lady."He's trying to buoy up things up, but I'm so humiliated that I'm in no mood to laugh and rest crouched where I am.

My dad reaches out his hand, and I give him the cartridge. He flips through the varlet, break, flips a brace more, looks something over, and then turns back a pageboy. I notice a bulge growing in his pant 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 powder magazine down on the milk crate so I can see. There's a shapely redhead taking up the entire left varlet. Both her legs are straight up in the air spread in a wide-cut V. She's squeezing her breasts together so that her nipples are almost touching. Her hair is big and curly.

"She does consume a sexy consistency,"I offer meekly. My stomach churns, hoping I didn't spoiling matter by speaking. My dad's smile becomes a little more slack, and he nods.

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

"It's this that does it for me."Dad taps the model's face."She has such a shy, free look about her. She could be the sweetly girl next threshold, or the checkout young lady you see every day at the storehouse or even my offspring daughter. And then you look down and wow ! attend what she's doing. That angel turns out to be one filthy little devil."

My eyes stray to my father's private parts and I see that the bulge has grown into something more solid. His hand movement along his leg and he massages his rigorousness through his drawers with me right there adjacent to him.

"Yeah, I think I see what you mean,"I say, wanting him to know I understand what he's talking about. The womanhood has big, beautiful slit lips splayed open in front of us. That was the lone matter I had really noticed before, but now that I was seeing it through my Father-God's heart, the image was a lot more erotic than I had ever realized.

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

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

He pats me on the shoulder as he stands, opens his knickers and drops them to the floor. Just like that I'm staring at my father's hard cock. It's big, and thick, and straight. The question flares out at the base and curves to a blunt point. I can even see my dad's pee hole clean as day. His hairy balls hang heavily between his legs and I'm dying to sleep together what it would experience like to hold them in my hand.

My male parent kneels down next to me, grips his massive hard-on, and begins stroking it slowly. He looks over and sees the stupefied look on my face.

"Girls aren't the lonesome unity who masturbate, you know."He punctuates his jest by nudging me with his elbow.

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

"But… ?"

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

"No ? What did you think I had these cartridge 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 handwriting to my pussy. It's hot and moist against my palm.

"Do you make out out here a lot ?"he asks, more rummy than accusing.

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

"And do you always pull down your step-in and rival 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 worst affair in the domain if anyone found out what a pervert I am. Now that I knew my dad did it too, it didn't seem like as much of a dire affair."It feels good,"I say just to say something.

"I'm certain it does."My dad looked down between my legs. I moved my hand a lilliputian to the English."Looks like my girl finally has some hair down there."

That makes me feel proud for some pathetic reason. He turns his attention to the powder magazine counterpane and continues to work his hammer. I get up the face to stir myself the way I've been wanting to for the final stage duad minutes. I circle my speck around my hole and daub some of the wetness around down there. My digit moves up and down and around. I can't believe I'm doing this with my dad right there with me.

"Do you want to see the one I like the most ?"My voice sounds small and squeaky, but I manage to get the words out.

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

I flip to the close pictorial. There's a dark-haired woman with a pixie-cut and small bosom. She's on her articulatio genus with her butt toward the television camera. Her manus is on one of her rear end cheeks and she's pulling it to the position so you can see everything between her legs. I point to it, and displace my manus back down to where it was.

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

I'd never really thought about it before. I study the picture as I lightly finger myself.
"I surmise because she's not just sitting there all like, ‘ expression at me.'” I consider the framework's face for the first time, noticing that she has an expression that was partly
a challenge and partly an invitation."She's taking bearing 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 hired man is moving a little faster. I go ahead and take off rubbing my clitoris like I would if I was by myself.

"Yeah, y'know, like her…stuff…"

"You mean her puss ?"

Hearing my father say that word sends a chill through me."Yeah, her pussy and her…butthole."

"Mmm, I have to agree with you on that one, sweetheart. There's something about a woman who's willing to spread her ass and put it all out there."He looked down at what I was doing again."tinker's damn, you're certainly not a little girl anymore, Emma."

"I know how to make myself stimulate an orgasm,"I blurt out in an attempt to prove just how spring up up I am.

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

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

"Ah, good. I wasn't trusted if your female parent covered that part when she had ‘ The lecture'with you."

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

"I don't really have much of a choice at this gunpoint, young lady. As long as that's okay with you."

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

"Totally."

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

"Dad,"I finally pipe up when a wicked estimate enters my drumhead."Is it okay if I try something ?"

"Ahh…depends on what it is."

"Something I want to point you."The butterfly are batting around inside my bay window like crazy.

"I'm game."

I stand and kick off my panties and my sneakers, leaving on my ankle socks. Too bad I don't have a span of senior high heels handy. With my back to my don, I pull my shirt off over my point and take off my plain white bra. I'm very aware that I'm showing off my naked buttocks to my dad for the maiden clock time ever. It was no big deal though because I was about to show him a unit lot more.

I find an capable billet and spread an old blanket over the cement level. I get down on my rachis, put my fundament up high in the air, open my ramification 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 make that same shy, destitute face he likes so practically in his preferent picture.

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

"You don't need those dirty powder magazine, dada. Not when you have me."I never knew acting like a filthy slut would experience so good."Do you like it ?"

"Are you kidding ? I love it, sweetheart !"He is jerking off even faster now."You're a hundred times sexy than the missy next room access could ever be."

"Can you see my pussy, dad ?"I worry the lighting isn't good enough for him to get a adept flavour."You should get penny-pinching so you can see it better."

He gets up, kicks away his pant and kneel down in front of me like my naked body is some kind of sanctum altar. My legs are getting tired, but I hold them unfastened for my father."Instead of masturbating to those magazines, you can masturbate to my pussy whenever you want."

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

A bolt of excitement shoots through me. I hadn't even thought of that. What an awesome idea. I lower my legs and turn over around onto my knees. I look over my articulatio humeri and establish Dad my skilful inviting challenge I can muster, then put one deal on a butt cheek.

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

"Yes, yes ! Please, yes !"

I slowly comfort my cheek to the side and afford 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, steady. I can see it all."

I can tell he was getting close."You can eject your sperm on me if you want to, daddy. You can force out it anywhere you want."
"I love you, Emma !"he cries out and tilt in toward me."I fucking love you sooooo muuuuuch !"As he yells the word. .. his cum begins to eruct from his cock straight towards my oral fissure. He pumps spurt after spurt against my lips, some of it landing on a impudence, and then I surprise both of us and give my backtalk. A sudden fierce surge of cum leaves the tip of his rooster and lands on my tongue and outpouring back into my mouth. I lean forward and let his shooting ardour hose enter my warm up sass as I force them closer together. I watch him move back and Forth for several min as his stopcock slowly begins to funk.

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 than amazing. I never masturbated so firmly and so fast in my whole life. It only takes a few seconds before I am moaning and screaming through my first of all coming in social movement of my dad. He backs away slightly to watch my body erupt.

"I'm going to cum ! Thank you, Daddy ! Thank you for cumming in my rima oris ! You make my pussy flavor sooo gooood !"I buck and hump my hand like it's the best sex I've ever had ( which it actually is ). When my orgasm finishes, I can't stop consonant. I keep fingering myself like an out of control sex lunatic until I cum again and again while my founding father holds his expend prick in his helping hand and watch in amazement.

Neither of us speak for a prospicient while as I catch my breath. I want things to keep going, but I can't get up the courage to tell my father I want him to do More sex things to me. He gets up, fetches a clean handkerchief from his trouser air pocket and tosses it to me. I'm afraid he's ashamed of me and what we just did.

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

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

"I won't Tell anyone, I swear ! Especially not Mom !"I open my ramification and dab at the wetness around my slit. My dad can't stop looking.

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

"Yes !"I jump up and discombobulate my limb around him in a big hug. I almost draw a blank I'm au naturel until I feel my dad patting my bare ass."I love you, Daddy."With that I industrial plant a big, juicy kiss right on his lips.

This was one illusion that I rarely got to the end of. .. before cumming. I usually got off right around when I started posing and spreading my peg. The musical theme of exposing my kitty to my father held a unique sexual charge for me. In reality, when I found his porn stash, I knew exactly what my father was using it for. The thought that my dad jerked off was a revelation to me back then, and it really fired my hornlike imaginativeness. The thought of him jacking off to me as I showed off my bare body gave me more coming than I can consider. These fantasies inevitably evolved into imagining panorama where my don and I would have intercourse, but I'll save that for another clip because right now I have to go necessitate concern of something out in the garage…