Volume 1
My Brother is at pattern, and my parents aren't household from work yet. I'm naked, as I usually am when I have the firm to myself, and I go into my brother's bedchamber. I snoop around in his material, looking for anything he might be trying to hide but don't obtain 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 grueling as I tease it and flick it. I'm in no hurry, I have at least another hour so I can yield to lead it slow and enjoy 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 fingers are all slippery with pussy juice as I explore the confidant contours of my immature cunt. I tickle my light craw of pubic whisker and flirt with my virgin yap. I pinch my nipple 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 blood brother is suddenly there on top of me. He's telling me how beautiful I am and how often he's always wanted me. His prick is poised at my opening. He desperately wants to fuck me, but he knows how wrongfulness it would be to fuck his own sister. In my mind I'm about to assure him to do it when I hear somebody pull in their throat loudly.

I open my heart and see my blood brother microphone standing there with his backpack slung over one shoulder and a rascally smiling on his side. I scream, slam my legs 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 whole tone 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 honey slight babe doing some very dirty things to herself."

"You're disgusting."

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

"Don't you dare !"I yelled, trying to cover up how much I would love it if he did render me his cock.

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

"Shut up, weirdo."I sat up, trying to enter 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 jersey, you're not. Take it off."

"No way !"

"Alright. .. dead reckoning I'll just have to severalise Mom and Dad what I found in my elbow room when I came family 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 front of my pal. It would be even speculative if they knew I was doing it in Mike's room.

"Please don't tell,"I begged, knowing it would move over him the upper hand.

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

"God, you're such a degenerate !"

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

I pull it off and cast it at him, then do my Best to cut through my small-scale tits and wet kitty-cat with my hands.

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

"Are you dotty ?"

"I wonder how long you'll be grounded after Mom and Dad find out about the freaky affair you do when they're not at home. Maybe I'll tell them about how you sometimes roleplay 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 heart-to-heart up those skinny peg of yours and let me see that cute pussy again."His confident 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 centre races, and I take my hand away from my pussy. Hesitantly, I open my peg. I don't want him to know how much I really want to do this for him.

"Nice,"he says in a whispery voice as my knees touch down on the mattress to my left wing and rightfield."I wan na see your titties, too."

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

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

"cutaneous senses it,"he orders. There's a thick rasp in his voice that sends tingles across my bare flesh."I want to see you play with your snatch and pull in me excited."

My hired man motion down to my cunt. I wonder if he can see how practically I'm trembling. If he can, I hope he thinks it's because I'm swage 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 row didn't have any strength behind them. Could he severalize I meant the exact opposite of what I was saying ?

I spread my wetness up the duration of my slit, circling a digit around my severely clit, then going back down for more of my natural lube. I'm leaking like never before and can feel it actually trickling down my ass crack. I have to be heedful or I'll cum in about another three bit. I don't want him to have it off just how horny this is making me. That's when I hear a zipper coming down. My centre leaps. Is this really happening ?

I look up to see my brother holding his intemperate cock in his handwriting. 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 retentive, and now there it is, all big and toilsome. I feel strangely proud that his pecker 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 mind. He comes to the position of the bed and tower on his erection, aiming it right at me. God, it's a magnificent peter to witness.

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

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

I continue fingering myself as I watch my pal's athletic body come up into view with each piece of music of article of clothing that he sheds. Soon he's as naked as I am. I can't layover 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 onwards I'm capable 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 position watching my hand moving rapidly between my wooden leg. His cock is close enough for me to reach out and touch. I unintentionally let out a minuscule groan. He takes this as a signal to touch my mamilla with his complimentary hand. He's being a bit too rough out, but I still like it.

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

auditory sense him say my name while he's beating off over my naked body 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 last as long as I can, but it only takes a minute before I reach the item of no return.

"I'm gon na cum, Mike ! Oh, piece of tail, I'm gon na cum so firmly !"Without thinking I reach up and very gently cup his testicle, feeling them all hot and sweaty in my palm tree for the first time. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before.

He beats his cock faster and I get the melodic theme 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 humble firm tits as he groans."Oh, fuck !"

Despite being in the throes of my own orgasm, I'm still able to see the head of his hammer suddenly swell moment before a big spurt of sperm shoots out and lands on my bay window. Waves of rapture are crashing through me. My brother quickly redirects his phallus and more seminal fluid splashes on my tits and nipples. The feeling of his strong touchwood on my skin is beyond amazing. We both continue rubbing ourselves well after our climax have passed, neither one wanting it to descend to an end.

loudness II

At first my family fancy were restricted solely to my brother. That changed shortly after I found a secret stash of smut my dad had out in the old detached garaged behind our house. When no one was domicile, I would sometimes filch out there and go through the humble collection of musty girlie magazine publisher hidden under his work bench. It wasn't long before the succeed fantasy was added to my secret repertory :

I'm squatting in the littered garage with a faded copy of Hustler spread open on a milk crate in presence of me. I've taken off my jeans, but my whiten cotton panties dotted with blasphemous 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 progress to it count.

The olfaction of oil, rusted metal, and old sawdust is hard in the air. I bring my finger to my nose and sniff, adding the scent of my own sweaty slit to the mix. I turn the Thomas Nelson Page and render my paw between my stage. The nude womanhood I'm looking at has glorious tits. I long for the day that my small boobies develop into something more womanly, but I'm afraid it might never encounter. I tickle my sparse patch of pussycat whisker, then slue my middle finger along my scratch and feel how soft my lips are. I wonder if the sexy slut in the delineation 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 extract up my step-in, or grab my pants, or duck behind the refuse can, or…too late. My dad is standing close by looking around. He hasn't seen me yet, but he will any second. In the shock of the moment, I didn't end up doing any of the affair my nous 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 smiling faltering."Oh."Next he realizes my pantie are down and my helping hand is the only thing covering my au naturel puss."Oh, I see…ahem."

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

"guess you stumbled on my mystery cache there, eh ?"He chuckles nervously."Your mom would kill me if she knew I had those."His body spoken language tells me he's struggling with an national public debate about what to do about finding his daughter masturbating to his porn."That one you got there is probably my favored. You got good taste, Brigham Young lady."He's trying to lighten affair up, but I'm so humiliated that I'm in no modality to jest and stay crouched where I am.

My dad reaches out his handwriting, and I give him the magazine. He flips through the pages, pauses, flips a pair more, looks something over, and then turns back a pageboy. I notice a bulge growing in his bloomers and don't know what to do. I should probably try to get out my pantie 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 Melanerpes erythrocephalus taking up the entire left pageboy. Both her legs are straight up in the air bedcover in a wide V. She's squeezing her breasts together so that her nipples are almost touching. Her hairsbreadth is big and curly.

"She does have a sexy body,"I offer meekly. My belly butter churn, hoping I didn't spoil affair 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 closeness makes my private almost vibrate in a way I never felt before.

"It's this that does it for me."Dad taps the modeling's aspect."She has such a shy, impeccant look about her. She could be the Henry Sweet girl next door, or the checkout girlfriend you see every day at the store or even my Brigham Young daughter. And then you look down and wow ! calculate what she's doing. That holy person turns out to be one nasty little devil."

My oculus stray to my father's crotch and I see that the protrusion has grown into something more substantial. His hand moves along his leg and he massages his hardness through his pants with me right there next to him.

"Yeah, I think I see what you mean,"I say, wanting him to have it off I understand what he's talking about. The woman has big, beautiful twat lips splayed open in front of us. That was the only thing I had really noticed before, but now that I was seeing it through my don's center, 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 sure 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 pants and drops them to the floor. Just like that I'm staring at my Church Father's knockout peter. It's big, and midst, and straight. The head flares out at the base and breaking ball to a blunt point. I can even see my dad's pee hole clear as day. His hairy balls hang heavily between his legs and I'm dying to have intercourse what it would palpate like to arrest them in my hand.

My Father-God kneeling down next to me, grips his massive hard-on, and begins stroking it slowly. He looks over and sees the out feel on my face.

"Girls aren't the only one 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 manus moving steadily up and down his meaty shaft.

"No ? What did you call up I had these powder store out here for ?"

I shrug, glancing up at him then back down at what he's doing with his peter."I guess I never really thought about it."I press my hired hand to my kitty-cat. 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 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 pantie and touch yourself ?"

I hesitated for a minute before nodding. I never told anyone before that I played with myself. I always thought it would be the worst thing in the mankind if anyone found out what a deviate I am. Now that I knew my dad did it too, it didn't seem like as a great deal of a frightening thing."It feels sound,"I say just to say something.

"I'm sure it does."My dad looked down between my peg. I moved my hired man a little to the side."flavor like my girl finally has some hair down there."

That makes me feel proud for some cockamamy cause. He turns his attention to the magazine spread and continues to work his rooster. I get up the nerve to contact myself the way I've been wanting to for the shoemaker's last duo minutes. I circle my touch around my pickle and smear 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 little and squealing, but I manage to get the intelligence out.

"Sure, Cucurbita pepo, I'd like that a lot."

I flip to the last vivid. There's a dark-haired cleaning lady with a pixie-cut and small chest. She's on her knees with her prat toward the camera. Her mitt is on one of her cigarette cheeks and she's pulling it to the side of meat so you can see everything between her legs. I point to it, and move my helping hand back down to where it was.

"Hmm, nice,"my dad says as he inspects the pic."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, ‘ aspect at me.'” I consider the model's face for the first time, noticing that she has an grammatical construction that was partly
a challenge and partly an invitation."She's taking bursting 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 hand is moving a piffling faster. I go ahead and start rubbing my clit like I would if I was by myself.

"Yeah, y'know, like her…stuff…"

"You mean her pussycat ?"

earreach my father say that Word of God sends a tingling through me."Yeah, her pussy and her…butthole."

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

"I know how to make myself ingest an orgasm,"I blurt out in an endeavour 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 get laid what happens when a man has an sexual climax ?"

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

"Ah, good. I wasn't certain if your mother covered that division when she had ‘ The public lecture'with you."

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

"I don't really have much of a choice at this point, new ma'am. As long as that's okey with you."

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

"Totally."

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

"Dad,"I finally pipe up when a unholy estimate 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 stomach like crazy.

"I'm game."

I stand and kick off my step-in and my sneakers, leaving on my ankle socks. Too bad I don't have a pair of high heels handy. With my back to my father, I pull my shirt off over my head and take off my kvetch white bra. I'm very cognisant that I'm showing off my raw arse to my dad for the first clip ever. It was no big deal though because I was about to evince him a whole lot more.

I find an open spot and spread an old cover over the cement floor. I get down on my back, put my groundwork up high in the air, undefended my leg in a wide V, and squeeze my tiny 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 Lapplander shy, free font he likes so much in his preferred 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 foul loose woman would finger so dependable."Do you like it ?"

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

"Can you see my kitty, Daddy ?"I worry the lighting isn't good enough for him to get a expert 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 body is some kind of holy altar. My legs are getting tired, but I hold them opened 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 hard, sister girl."My dad starts playing with his ball, 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 moving-picture show ? Want to express me that pose ?"

A dash of agitation shoots through me. I hadn't even thought of that. What an awful theme. I lower my peg and turn around onto my stifle. I look over my shoulder and consecrate Dad my salutary inviting challenge I can muster, then put one hand 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 cheek to the side and open myself up to him completely. My dad lets out a shuddering moan and beats his cock faster."Can you see everything, pa ?"
"I see everything, sweetheart. I can see it all."

I can tell he was getting close."You can force out 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 spew from his cock straight towards my oral cavity. He pumps spirt after spirt against my lips, some of it landing on a face, and then I surprise both of us and open my mouth. A sudden fierce rush of cum leaves the tip of his cock and lands on my tongue and gushes back into my oral cavity. I lean forward and let his shooting attack hosiery enter my affectionate lips as I force them closer together. I watch him move back and forth for respective minutes as his hammer slowly begins to shrink.

I can't even wait until he's all the way finished, and I start frigging myself like looney. My cunt is all gooey and it feels more than amazing. I never masturbated so knockout and so fast in my completely biography. It only takes a few seconds before I am moaning and screaming through my first coming in front of my dad. He backs away slightly to watch my physical structure erupt.

"I'm going to cum ! Thank you, Daddy ! Thank you for cumming in my mouth ! You make my purulent feel sooo gooood !"I buck and hump my script like it's the best sex I've ever had ( which it actually is ). When my orgasm finishes, I can't stop. I keep fingering myself like an out of control sex maniac until I cum again and again while my Father holds his spent prick in his hand and scout in amazement.

Neither of us speak for a long while as I catch my hint. I want things to keep going, but I can't get up the courage to order my male parent I want him to do more sex matter to me. He gets up, fetches a strip handkerchief from his drawers 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, papa ? I really like masturbating with you."

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

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

"Your mom's going to her quilting ball club tomorrow Nox,"he says suggestively as he pulls on his pants."What do you say we fill up out here and take a spirit at that copy 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 buss right on his lips.

This was one fantasy that I rarely got to the end of. .. before cumming. I usually got off decently around when I started posing and spreading my ramification. The idea of exposing my pussy to my father held a unique sexual electric charge for me. In realness, when I found his pornography stash, I knew exactly what my Church Father was using it for. The idea that my dad jerked off was a divine revelation to me back then, and it really fired my ruttish resourcefulness. The mentation of him jacking off to me as I showed off my nude eubstance gave me more coming than I can matter. These fancy inevitably evolved into imagining scenes where my father and I would fuck, but I'll save that for another time because right wing now I have to go need concern of something out in the garage…