volume 1
My brother is at practice, and my parents aren't nursing home from work yet. I'm naked, as I usually am when I have the house to myself, and I go into my chum's sleeping accommodation. I snoop around in his stuff and nonsense, looking for anything he might be trying to hide but don't find anything new. I put on one of his field hockey island of Jersey 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 least another hour so I can afford to take it slow and savour a long build up to a screaming orgasm. That's the other benefit to being home alone - I don't have to be quiet when I make myself cum. My finger's breadth are all slippery with kitty juice as I explore the confidant contour line of my young puss. I tickle my light crop of pubic hair and flirt with my Virgo the Virgin hole. I pinch my tit through the jersey ; delighting in feeling them stiffen between my fingers. My clit is so intemperate that it's aching.

I imagine my chum is suddenly there on top of me. He's telling me how beautiful I am and how much he's always wanted me. His cock is poised at my opening. He desperately wants to have intercourse me, but he knows how wrong it would be to sleep together his own sister. In my head I'm about to tell him to do it when I hear someone clear their throat loudly.

I open my eyes and see my chum mike standing there with his backpack slung over one articulatio humeri and a roguish smile on his face. I scream, slam dance my branch together and pull his jersey down to cover up myself.

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

"microphone ! Get out of here !"

"Why should I ? It's my room."He drops his Christian Bible bag and stone's throw into the room. I can see from the protrusion in his knickers. .. that he already has a hard-on.

"How long were you there ?"

"Long enough to see my dear little sister doing some very soil things 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 good idea."

"Don't you dare !"I yelled, trying to shroud up how much I would hump it if he did show 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 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 T-shirt, you're not. Take it off."

"No way !"

"Alright. .. guess I'll just birth to tell Mom and Dad what I found in my way when I came home from schooltime 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 generate him the upper berth hand.

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

"God, you're such a pervert !"

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

I pull it off and throw it at him, then do my best to cover my minuscule knocker and wet pussy with my hands.

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

"Are you crazy ?"

"I wonder how long you'll be grounded after Mom and Dad find out about the gonzo things you do when they're not at home. Maybe I'll differentiate them about how you sometimes playact 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 cheeseparing legs of yours and let me see that cute puss again."His surefooted smile 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 kernel slipstream, and I take my manus away from my pussy. Hesitantly, I open my ramification. I don't want him to fuck how much I really want to do this for him.

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

I take my arm away, leaving myself completely exposed to my comrade. I've never been naked in front 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 might over me and says no.

"tactile sensation it,"he orders. There's a thickly rasp in his phonation that sends tingles across my bare physique."I want to see you act as with your kitty and make me excited."

My hand moves down to my bitch. I wonder if he can see how much 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 relate yourself the way you like to."

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

I spread my wetness up the length of my snatch, circling a digit around my heavy clit, then going back down for more than of my instinctive 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 seconds. I don't want him to get it on just how horny this is making me. That's when I hear a zipper coming down. My heart leap. Is this really happening ?

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

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

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

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

I continue fingering myself as I watch my brother's athletic body come into position with each piece of clothing that he sheds. Soon he's as defenseless as I am. I can't check 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 forrard I'm able to be. .. given the situation.

"I will if you do."

I begin working my pussy 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 handwriting moving rapidly between my ramification. His cock is close enough for me to strive out and speck. I unintentionally let out a little moan. He takes this as a signal to touch on my bosom with his unloose hand. He's being a bit too rough, but I still like it.

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

Hearing him say my gens while he's beating off over my raw physical structure campaign me wild. I slip a finger 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 minute before I reach the degree of no return.

"I'm gon na cum, microphone ! Oh, fuck, I'm gon na cum so gruelling !"Without thinking I reach up and very gently cup his orchis, feeling them all hot and sweaty in my palm for the firstly meter. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before.

He beats his stopcock faster and I get the idea that he's trying to time 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 fingers dig into my pocket-sized tauten pap as he groans."Oh, shtup !"

Despite being in the throes of my own orgasm, I'm still capable to see the head of his cock suddenly swell seconds before a big spurt of sperm shoots out and lands on my potbelly. waving of ecstasy are crashing through me. My brother quickly redirects his member and more come splashes on my teat and tit. The feel of his ardent spunk on my skin is beyond amazing. We both continue rubbing ourselves well after our orgasm have passed, neither one wanting it to come to an end.

Volume II

At first my family fantasies were restricted solely to my brother. That changed shortly after I found a secret cache of smut my dad had out in the old detached garaged behind our sign. When no one was base, I would sometimes sneak out there and go through the minuscule collection of mouldy girlie mag hidden under his workbench. It wasn't long before the stick with fantasy was added to my private repertoire :

I'm squatting in the cluttered service department with a faded written matter of Hustler spread open up on a Milk River crateful in front of me. I've taken off my denim, but my white cotton scanty dotted with puritanic razzing are down around my mortise joint. My fingers tickle lightly around my puffy vulva. My little clitoris is aching to be touched, but I don't want to bankrupt it by going too fast. I don't get this chance very often, so I want to make it count.

The odor of oil, rusted metal, and old sawdust is strong in the air. I bring my fingers to my nose and sniff, adding the olfactory property of my own sweaty pussy to the mix. I turn the Thomas Nelson Page and return my paw between my branch. The bare woman I'm looking at has magnificent tits. I long for the day that my low dope develop into something more womanly, but I'm afraid it might never come about. I tickle my sparse patch of snatch haircloth, then slither my middle finger along my snatch and find how soft my lips are. I wonder if the sexy trollop 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 tear up my scanty, 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 endorse. 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 pantie are down and my bridge player is the only affair covering my naked pussy."Oh, I see…ahem."

I'm fix to die of the sorry embarrassment I've ever felt in my life. Dad looks just as out of variety as I feel. He scratches the back of his drumhead as he considers the situation.

"hypothesis you stumbled on my secret stash there, eh ?"He chuckles nervously."Your mom would vote out me if she knew I had those."His body voice communication tells me he's struggling with an internal argument about what to do about finding his girl masturbating to his porn."That one you got there is probably my favorite. You got near tasting, young lady."He's trying to brighten affair up, but I'm so humiliated that I'm in no mood to laugh and stay crouched where I am.

My dad reaches out his hand, and I give him the magazine. He flips through the pages, pauses, flips a couple more, looks something over, and then turns back a page. I notice a gibbosity growing in his drawers and don't know what to do. I should probably try to pull out my panties 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 Melanerpes erythrocephalus taking up the total left field page. Both her stage are straight up in the air spread in a wide V. She's squeezing her breasts together so that her nipples are almost touching. Her pilus is big and curly.

"She does let a sexy body,"I offer meekly. My stomach butter churn, hoping I didn't spoilage thing 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 hale story."He crouches down next to me and the nearness makes my privates almost vibrate in a way I never felt before.

"It's this that does it for me."Dad taps the manikin's grimace."She has such a shy, innocent expression about her. She could be the sweetened girl side by side door, or the checkout female child you see every day at the store or even my immature daughter. And then you look down and wow ! look what she's doing. That angel turns out to be one nasty minuscule devil."

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

"Yeah, I think I see what you mean,"I say, wanting him to know I understand what he's talking about. The woman has big, beautiful pussy lips splayed unresolved in strawman of us. That was the only thing I had really noticed before, but now that I was seeing it through my father's oculus, the paradigm was a lot more titillating than I had ever realized.

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

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

He pats me on the berm as he stands, opens his pant and drops them to the floor. Just like that I'm staring at my Father of the Church's intemperately rooster. It's big, and midst, and straight. The school principal flares out at the base and curves to a blunt period. I can even see my dad's pee muddle clear as day. His hairy balls hang heavily between his legs and I'm dying to get laid what it would feel like to hold them in my hand.

My Father of the Church kneel down next to me, grips his monumental hard-on, and begins stroking it slowly. He looks over and sees the kayoed smell on my face.

"little girl aren't the only ones who masturbate, you know."He punctuates his joke 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 powder store out here for ?"

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

"Do you arrive out here a lot ?"he asks, more curious 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 panties and meet yourself ?"

I hesitated for a import before nodding. I never told anyone before that I played with myself. I always thought it would be the worst matter in the worldly concern if anyone found out what a pervert I am. Now that I knew my dad did it too, it didn't seem like as often of a terrible thing."It feels unspoiled,"I say just to say something.

"I'm surely it does."My dad looked down between my legs. I moved my bridge player a lilliputian to the side."Looks like my miss finally has some tomentum down there."

That makes me palpate proud for some silly cause. He turns his attending to the magazine bed cover and continues to mould his cock. I get up the nervus to contact myself the way I've been wanting to for the last couple minutes. I circle my touch around my yap and smear some of the wetness around down there. My finger 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 articulation sounds small and screechy, but I manage to get the countersign out.

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

I flip to the cobbler's last lifelike. There's a dark-haired adult female with a pixie-cut and pocket-size tit. She's on her knees with her buttocks toward the camera. Her hired man is on one of her butt face and she's pulling it to the side so you can see everything between her legs. I point to it, and move my hand 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 motion-picture show as I lightly finger myself.
"I guess because she's not just sitting there all like, ‘ Look at me.'” I consider the model's face for the initiatory clip, noticing that she has an expression that was partly
a challenge and partly an invitation."She's taking charge and showing off what she's got, like she's proud of it or something."

"O.K., yeah, I can see that."

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

"Everything ?"my dad prompts. His mitt is moving a little faster. I go ahead and start out rubbing my clit like I would if I was by myself.

"Yeah, y'know, like her…stuff…"

"You mean her pussy ?"

audience my father say that word sends a tingle through me."Yeah, her twat and her…butthole."

"Mmm, I have to concord with you on that one, ravisher. There's something about a woman who's willing to unfold her ass and put it all out there."He looked down at what I was doing again."Damn, you're certainly not a petty girl anymore, Emma."

"I know how to stool myself have an orgasm,"I blurt out in an attempt to raise 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 know what happens when a man has an orgasm ?"

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

"Ah, unspoilt. I wasn't trusted if your mother covered that component part when she had ‘ The talking'with you."

I don't tell him that I didn't learn this bit of sexual trifle from Mom."Are you going to arrive at yourself cum, Daddy ?"

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

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

"Totally."

We look at the cartridge together, but we are each more worry in what the other is doing than the static model who has been holding her ass capable for the past times five years.

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

"Ahh…depends on what it is."

"Something I want to bear witness you."The butterflies are batting around inside my tummy like crazy.

"I'm game."

I stand and kick off my panties and my stoolie, leaving on my mortise joint drogue. Too bad I don't have a twosome of gamey heels handy. With my binding to my don, I pull my shirt off over my head and ingest off my plain white bra. I'm very mindful that I'm showing off my naked butt to my dad for the first metre ever. It was no big deal though because I was about to show him a whole lot more.

I find an open spot and spread an old cover over the cement level. I get down on my back, put my infantry up in high spirits in the air, open my branch in a astray V, and stuff my tiny booby 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, innocent face he likes so much in his favorite picture.

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

"You don't need those dirty mag, Daddy. Not when you have me."I never knew acting like a filthy loose woman would feel so honest."Do you like it ?"

"Are you kidding ? I love it, sweetheart !"He is jerking off even faster now."You're a hundred prison term sexy than the girl next door could ever be."

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

He gets up, kicks away his pant and kneels down in front of me like my naked body is some variety of holy Lord's table. My branch are getting tired, but I hold them open for my Padre."Instead of masturbating to those clip, you can masturbate to my pussy whenever you want."

"Oh God, you're going to make me cum so hard, baby girl."My dad starts playing with his balls, rolling them around in his hand 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 favorite picture ? Want to show me that airs ?"

A bolt of hullabaloo shoots through me. I hadn't even thought of that. What an awe-inspiring estimation. I lower my ramification and turn around onto my knees. I look over my shoulder joint and give Dad my best inviting challenge I can rally, then put one manus on a butt cheek.

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

"Yes, yes ! Please, yes !"

I slowly ease my buttock to the face and open myself up to him completely. My dad lets out a shuddering groan and beats his cock faster."Can you see everything, dad ?"
"I see everything, sweetheart. I can see it all."

I can secern he was getting close."You can squirt your spermatozoan on me if you want to, Daddy. You can eject it anywhere you want."
"I love you, Emma !"he cries out and leaning in toward me."I fucking love you sooooo muuuuuch !"As he yells the words. .. his cum begins to spew from his dick straight towards my mouth. He pumps spirt after jet against my lips, some of it landing on a impertinence, and then I surprise both of us and open my oral cavity. A sudden fierce surge of cum leaves the tip of his shaft and lands on my clapper and flush back into my lip. I lean forward and let his shooting ardour hosepipe enter my warm lips as I force them closer together. I watch him move back and forth for several minutes as his cock slowly begins to contract.

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 unvoiced and so fast in my whole life. It only takes a few sec before I am moaning and screaming through my first orgasm in figurehead of my dad. He backs away slightly to observe my dead body erupt.

"I'm going to cum ! Thank you, Daddy ! Thank you for cumming in my mouth ! You make my pussy feel sooo gooood !"I buck and hump my helping hand like it's the proficient sex I've ever had ( which it actually is ). When my coming finis, I can't stop. I keep fingering myself like an out of ascendancy sex lunatic until I cum again and again while my father holds his dog-tired pecker in his bridge player and sentry in amazement.

Neither of us speak for a long while as I catch my breath. I want matter to keep going, but I can't get up the courage to tell my father I want him to do to a greater extent sex things to me. He gets up, fetches a clean hanky from his knickers 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, Daddy ? I really like masturbating with you."

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

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

"Your mom's going to her quilting club tomorrow Nox,"he says suggestively as he pulls on his pants."What do you say we meet up out here and consider a feel at that transcript of Penthouse together ?"

"Yes !"I jump up and throw my arms around him in a big hug. I almost forget I'm raw until I feel my dad patting my bare ass."I love you, Daddy."With that I plant a big, juicy kiss right on his lips.

This was one fantasy that I rarely got to the end of. .. before cumming. I usually got off right around when I started posing and spreading my legs. The approximation of exposing my slit to my father held a unique sexual charge for me. In world, when I found his porn stash, I knew exactly what my father was using it for. The theme that my dad jerked off was a revealing to me back then, and it really fired my hornlike mental imagery. The thought of him jacking off to me as I showed off my raw body gave me more orgasms than I can numerate. These fancy inevitably evolved into imagining scenes where my father and I would have it away, but I'll save that for another clock time because right field now I have to go take precaution of something out in the garage…