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My brother is at practice, and my parents aren't place from work yet. I'm defenseless, as I usually am when I have the house to myself, and I go into my brother's bedroom. I snoop around in his stuff, looking for anything he might be trying to shroud but don't find anything new. I put on one of his ice hockey jerseys and lie on his bed. I begin touching myself between my legs.

My clitoris is hard as I tease it and riffle it. I'm in no hurry, I have at least another time of day so I can yield to take it slow and enjoy a long physical body up to a screaming coming. That's the other benefit to being home alone - I don't have to be quiet when I make myself cum. My finger are all slippery with pussy succus as I explore the confidant contours of my young slit. I tickle my abstemious crop of pubic hair and flirt with my virgin hole. I pinch my nipples through the tee shirt ; delighting in feeling them stiffen between my fingers. My clit is so laborious 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 pecker is poised at my opening. He desperately wants to love me, but he knows how improper it would be to fuck his own sister. In my mind I'm about to tell him to do it when I hear soul clear their pharynx loudly.

I open my eye and see my comrade Mike standing there with his rucksack slung over one shoulder joint and a rascally grin on his brass. I scream, gibe my legs together and root for 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 steps into the way. 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 little sister doing some very dingy matter to herself."

"You're disgusting."

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

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

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

"Shut up, weirdo."I sat up, trying to figure out how I was going to get past him and seduce 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. strike it off."

"No way !"

"Alright. .. guess 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 front of my brother. It would be even sorry if they knew I was doing it in Mike'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 !"

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

I pull it off and project it at him, then do my best to cover my small breast and wet twat with my hands.

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

"Are you brainsick ?"

"I wonder how hanker you'll be grounded after Mom and Dad find out about the eccentric matter you do when they're not at home plate. Maybe I'll tell them about how you sometimes play 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 legs of yours and let me see that cute pussy again."His convinced grin 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 addict around here, it's you."

I lie back, my meat races, and I take my hand away from my pussy. Hesitantly, I open my legs. I don't want him to jazz how much I really want to do this for him.

"Nice,"he says in a whispery vocalisation as my knees touch down on the mattress to my left wing and right."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.

"trace it,"he parliamentary law. There's a midst rasping in his voice that sends tingles across my bare shape."I want to see you wager with your kitty-cat and puddle me excited."

My hand movement down to my twat. 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 tinct yourself the way you like to."

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

I spread my wetness up the length of my slit, circling a fingerbreadth around my concentrated clit, then going back down for Sir Thomas More of my lifelike lube. 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 mo. I don't want him to bonk just how horny this is making me. That's when I hear a zipper coming down. My heart leaping. Is this really happening ?

I look up to see my brother holding his unvoiced cock in his hired hand. He's stroking it slowly as he stares between my wooden leg, transfixed by my puss. I've been dreaming about seeing his penis 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 hard-on in my direction.
I swallow, debating how to answer. I find myself nodding before I consciously make up my mind. He comes to the side of the bed and towboat on his erection, aiming it right at me. God, it's a magnificent instrument to witness.

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

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

I continue fingering myself as I watch my brother's acrobatic organic structure follow into horizon with each part 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 frontward 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 side watching my hand moving rapidly between my peg. His cock is close enough for me to reach out and touch. I unintentionally let out a piddling moan. He takes this as a sign to touch my tits with his free hand. He's being a bit too rough, but I still like it.

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

Hearing him say my figure while he's beating off over my naked eubstance ride me wild. I slip a finger into my muddle and moan some more as I feel my coming building quickly. I try to make it last as long as I can, but it only takes a bit before I reach the point of no return.

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

He beats his putz 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 small steadfast breast as he groans."Oh, fuck !"

Despite being in the throe of my own orgasm, I'm still able to see the point of his tool 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 amount splashes on my tits and mammilla. The feeling of his affectionate spunk on my skin is beyond amazing. We both continue rubbing ourselves well after our orgasms have passed, neither one wanting it to come to an end.

mass II

At first my kin fantasies were restricted solely to my brother. That changed shortly after I found a secret hoard of erotica my dad had out in the old detached garaged behind our star sign. When no one was family, I would sometimes sneak out there and go through the modest collection of moldy girlie cartridge holder hidden under his work bench. It wasn't long before the following fantasy was added to my private repertoire :

I'm squat in the clutter service department with a faded copy of Hustler bedspread open on a milk crate in front of me. I've taken off my jeans, but my white cotton panties dotted with blueing birds are down around my ankles. My fingers 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 hazard very often, so I want to get it count.

The smell of oil, rusted metal, and old sawdust is stiff 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 page and return my hand between my legs. The raw woman I'm looking at has splendid tits. I long for the day that my small boobies develop into something more womanly, but I'm afraid it might never materialize. I tickle my sparse plot of slit hair, then slue my middle fingerbreadth along my slit and feel how soft my lips 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 hide the magazine, or draw in up my panty, or grab my pants, 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 second. 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 cartridge holder and the smiling hesitation."Oh."Next he realizes my pantie are down and my hand is the solitary thing covering my defenseless pussy."Oh, I see…ahem."

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

"supposition you stumbled on my secret stash there, eh ?"He chuckles nervously."Your mom would wipe out me if she knew I had those."His torso language tells me he's struggling with an internal debate about what to do about finding his girl masturbating to his porn."That one you got there is probably my favorite. You got good perceptiveness, Pres Young lady."He's trying to lighten affair up, but I'm so humiliated that I'm in no mood to jest and last out crouched where I am.

My dad reaches out his hired hand, and I give him the mag. He flips through the pages, pauses, flips a couple more, looks something over, and then turns back a page. I notice a bulge growing in his pants and don't know what to do. I should probably try to displume my panties 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 intact left page. Both her legs are straight up in the air spread in a panoptic V. She's squeezing her breasts together so that her nipples are almost touching. Her hair is big and curly.

"She does ingest a sexy soundbox,"I offer meekly. My stomach churn, hoping I didn't spoil affair by speaking. My dad's grinning becomes a little more unlax, and he nods.

"She does, I'll give her that. But that's not the wholly story."He crouches down side by side to me and the closeness makes my genitalia 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, innocent look about her. She could be the sweet girl next doorway, or the checkout girl you see every day at the store or even my young daughter. And then you look down and wow ! Look what she's doing. That angel turns out to be one nasty piffling devil."

My heart stray to my Padre's privates and I see that the prominence has grown into something more substantial. His deal moves along his leg and he massages his harshness through his trouser with me right there next to him.

"Yeah, I think I see what you mean,"I say, wanting him to have a go at it I understand what he's talking about. The cleaning woman has big, beautiful pussy rim splayed open in straw man of us. That was the only matter I had really noticed before, but now that I was seeing it through my father's eyes, the mental image was a lot more titillating than I had ever realized.

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

"Join me ?"I'm not sure enough if he means what I hope he does."Ahhhh O.K., 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 begetter's hard cock. It's big, and thick, and straight. The brain flares out at the root word and bender to a blunt point. I can even see my dad's pee mess clear as day. His hairy balls hang heavily between his peg and I'm dying to know what it would feel like to hold them in my hand.

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

"miss aren't the just 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 hired hand moving steadily up and down his meaty shaft.

"No ? What did you cogitate I had these magazines out here for ?"

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

"Do you descend 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 scanty and touch yourself ?"

I hesitated for a consequence before nodding. I never told anyone before that I played with myself. I always thought it would be the tough matter in the public 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 good deal of a painful affair."It feels good,"I say just to say something.

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

That makes me feel proud for some silly reasonableness. He turns his attention to the magazine spread and continues to make his tool. I get up the brass to touch myself the way I've been wanting to for the hold out match bit. I circle my touch around my hole and asperse 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 want to see the one I like the most ?"My vocalization sounds small and squeaky, but I manage to get the words out.

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

I flip to the last pictorial. There's a dark-haired charwoman with a pixie-cut and small tit. She's on her knees with her butt toward the camera. Her hand is on one of her butt joint boldness and she's pulling it to the side so you can see everything between her wooden leg. 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, ‘ Look at me.'” I consider the role model's face for the commencement prison term, noticing that she has an expression that was partly
a challenge and partly an invitation."She's taking mission 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 depart rubbing my clit like I would if I was by myself.

"Yeah, y'know, like her…stuff…"

"You mean her pussy ?"

hearing my founder say that word of honor sends a tingle through me."Yeah, her pussy and her…butthole."

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

"I know how to puddle myself have got an sexual climax,"I blurt out in an attempt to prove just how develop up I am.

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

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

"Ah, good. I wasn't certain if your mother covered that component when she had ‘ The Talk'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, Daddy ?"

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

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

"Totally."

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

"Dad,"I finally pipe up when a wicked idea enters my head word."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 tummy like crazy.

"I'm game."

I stand and kick off my step-in and my stoolie, leaving on my ankle joint air sock. Too bad I don't have a pair of high heel handy. With my back to my begetter, I pull my shirt off over my fountainhead and strike off my plain White bra. I'm very aware that I'm showing off my naked cigaret to my dad for the first time ever. It was no big pot though because I was about to show him a whole lot more.

I find an open spot and spread an old mantle over the cement floor. I get down on my back, put my feet up in high spirits in the air, undefendable my legs in a all-inclusive V, and squeeze my flyspeck 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 pretend that same shy, innocuous brass he likes so much in his favorite picture.

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

"You don't need those filthy magazines, pappa. Not when you have me."I never knew acting like a filthy adulteress would feel so undecomposed."Do you like it ?"

"Are you kidding ? I love it, sweetheart !"He is jerking off even faster now."You're a hundred times sexier than the lady friend adjacent door could ever be."

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

He gets up, kicks away his pants and kneeling down in battlefront of me like my naked soundbox is some sort of holy communion table. My legs are getting tired, but I hold them open air for my father."Instead of masturbating to those magazines, you can jerk off to my kitty whenever you want."

"Oh God, you're going to do me cum so intemperately, baby girl."My dad starts playing with his clump, rolling them around in his hand as he jerks himself. He looks straight at my kitty through it all and it seems like he might be about to cry."How about your favored picture ? Want to establish me that pose ?"

A dash of agitation shoots through me. I hadn't even thought of that. What an awful idea. I lower my legs and turn around onto my knee joint. I look over my shoulder and reach Dad my adept inviting challenge I can muster up, then put one hand on a tooshie cheek.

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

"Yes, yes ! Please, yes !"

I slowly ease my face to the side and open myself up to him completely. My dad lets out a shuddering groan and beats his putz 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 list 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 mouthpiece. He pumps spurt after spurt against my rim, some of it landing on a cheek, and then I surprise both of us and open my mouth. A sudden fierce surge of cum leaves the tip of his cock and lands on my spit and blowup back into my mouth. I lean forward and let his shooting fervour hose enter my warm mouth as I force them closer together. I watch him move back and forth for several minutes as his cock slowly begins to shrink.

I can't even wait until he's all the way finished, and I start frigging myself like nutcase. My slit is all gooey and it feels more than amazing. I never masturbated so arduous and so fast in my hale living. It only takes a few seconds before I am moaning and screaming through my first orgasm in front 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 mouth ! You make my pussy look 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. I keep fingering myself like an out of control sex madman until I cum again and again while my father holds his spent turncock in his hired hand and spotter in amazement.

Neither of us speak for a long while as I catch my breath. I want matter to keep on going, but I can't get up the courage to tell my forefather I want him to do to a greater extent sex thing to me. He gets up, fetches a unobjectionable handkerchief from his gasp 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 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 cunt. 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 meet up out here and take a tone at that copy of Penthouse together ?"

"Yes !"I jump up and shed my arms 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 flora a big, juicy kiss right on his lips.

This was one phantasy 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 estimate of exposing my pussy to my father held a singular intimate charge for me. In reality, when I found his porn hoard, I knew exactly what my father was using it for. The theme that my dad jerked off was a revelation to me back then, and it really fired my turned on imagination. The opinion of him jacking off to me as I showed off my naked body gave me more orgasms than I can count. These illusion inevitably evolved into imagining scenes where my Fatherhood and I would bed, but I'll save that for another time because right now I have to go take guardianship of something out in the garage…