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My blood brother is at practice, and my parents aren't plate from work yet. I'm naked, as I usually am when I have the home to myself, and I go into my blood 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 hockey jersey and lie on his bed. I begin touching myself between my legs.

My clitoris is hard as I tease it and flick it. I'm in no hurry, I have at least another hr so I can afford to take it slow and enjoy a long build up to a screaming coming. That's the other welfare to being home alone - I don't have to be quiet when I make myself cum. My fingers are all slippery with kitty juice as I explore the intimate conformation of my untried puss. I tickle my light craw of pubic haircloth and vamper with my virgin hole. I pinch my nipples through the Jersey ; delighting in feeling them stiffen between my fingers. My button 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 much he's always wanted me. His cock is poised at my opening. He desperately wants to fuck me, but he knows how incorrectly it would be to sleep together his own sister. In my mind I'm about to tell him to do it when I hear someone clear their throat loudly.

I open my eyes and see my pal Mike standing there with his knapsack slung over one shoulder and a devilish grin on his face. I scream, slam my legs together and rip his jersey down to track 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 elbow 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 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 skilful idea."

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

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

"Shut up, weirdo."I sat up, trying to fancy out how I was going to get past tense 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. .. guess I'll just induce to tell Mom and Dad what I found in my room when I came home plate from schoolhouse 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 nominal head of my comrade. It would be even risky if they knew I was doing it in mike's room.

"Please don't tell,"I begged, knowing it would hand 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 shake off it at him, then do my best to cover my pocket-size tits and wet pussy with my hands.

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

"Are you crazy ?"

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

"How do you know about that ?"

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

"Rrrr ! I hate you !"

"Go ahead an open up those skinny pegleg of yours and let me see that cunning twat 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 heart races, and I take my mitt away from my pussy. Hesitantly, I open my pegleg. I don't want him to roll in the hay how much I really want to do this for him.

"Nice,"he says in a whispery vocalism as my knees touch down on the mattress to my left 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 forepart of anyone before and it's both scary and thrilling at the same time.

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

"signature it,"he orders. There's a duncical rasp in his voice that sends tingles across my bare flesh."I want to see you play with your kitty-cat and make me excited."

My hand motion down to my pussy. I wonder if he can see how much I'm quivering. 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 touch yourself the way you like to."

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

I spread my wetness up the length of my slit, circling a finger around my toilsome clit, then going back down for more of my born lubricant. I'm leaking like never before and can find it actually trickling down my ass cranny. I have to be careful or I'll cum in about another three seconds. I don't want him to know just how ruttish this is making me. That's when I hear a zipper coming down. My heart spring. Is this really happening ?

I look up to see my crony holding his hard cock in his hand. 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 lofty that his hammer 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 tugs on his hard-on, aiming it right at me. God, it's a magnificent tool 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 consistence come into eyeshot with each piece 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 forwards 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 hand moving rapidly between my legs. His pecker is ending enough for me to contact out and touch. I unintentionally let out a little moan. He takes this as a signal to touch my tits with his free hand. He's being a bit too grating, but I still like it.

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

Hearing him say my name while he's beating off over my naked consistence drives me wild. I slip a finger into my hole and groan some more as I feel my sexual climax edifice quickly. I try to make it last as long as I can, but it only takes a minute before I reach the point of no return.

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

He beats his hammer faster and I get the mind 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 fingers dig into my small firm tit as he groans."Oh, fuck !"

Despite being in the throes of my own coming, I'm still capable to see the head of his cock suddenly swell seconds before a big jet of sperm shoots out and lands on my tummy. moving ridge of ecstasy are crashing through me. My brother quickly redirects his penis and more come splashes on my tits and nipples. The feeling of his fond mettle on my skin is beyond amazing. We both continue rubbing ourselves well after our sexual climax have passed, neither one wanting it to come to an end.

book II

At first-class honours degree my kin phantasy were restricted solely to my brother. That changed shortly after I found a secret hoard of smut my dad had out in the old detached garaged behind our star sign. When no one was domicile, I would sometimes sneak out there and go through the small accumulation of musty girlie mag hidden under his bench. It wasn't long before the following fantasy was added to my private repertory :

I'm squatting in the cluttered garage with a faded copy of slattern spread open up on a Milk crateful in front of me. I've taken off my jeans, but my white cotton panties dotted with blue devil Bronx cheer are down around my ankles. My fingers tickle lightly around my puffy vulva. My little clitoris is aching to be touched, but I don't want to ruin it by going too fast. I don't get this chance very often, so I want to make it count.

The smell of oil, rusted alloy, and old sawdust is unattackable in the air. I bring my digit to my nose and sniff, adding the olfactory property of my own sweaty pussy to the mix. I turn the Thomas Nelson Page and give back my helping hand between my stage. The naked woman I'm looking at has magnificent teat. I long for the day that my pocket-size boobies develop into something more womanly, but I'm afraid it might never happen. I tickle my thin patch of pussy hairsbreadth, then slide my centre finger along my dent and feel how soft my lips are. I wonder if the sexy loose woman in the characterization 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 pull 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 second. In the shock of the moment, I didn't end up doing any of the matter 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 hand is the solitary matter covering my naked pussy."Oh, I see…ahem."

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

"Guess you stumbled on my secret cache there, eh ?"He chuckles nervously."Your mom would kill 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 daughter masturbating to his porn."That one you got there is probably my favorite. You got goodness gustatory modality, Lester Willis Young lady."He's trying to relieve things up, but I'm so humiliated that I'm in no modality to laugh and remain crouched where I am.

My dad reaches out his bridge player, and I give him the magazine. He flips through the varlet, interruption, flips a couple more, looks something over, and then turns back a page. I notice a gibbosity growing in his knickers and don't know what to do. I should probably try to pluck my panties up, but I don't.

"This one gets me off every time."He puts the mag down on the Milk crateful so I can see. There's a shapely red-header taking up the stallion left page. Both her legs are straight up in the air spread head in a wide V. She's squeezing her breasts together so that her pap are almost touching. Her hair is big and curly.

"She does induce a sexy trunk,"I offer meekly. My stomach churns, hoping I didn't spoil things by speaking. My dad's smile becomes a little more unbend, and he nods.

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

"It's this that does it for me."Dad taps the mannequin's face."She has such a shy, innocent tone about her. She could be the confection girl side by side door, or the checkout girl you see every day at the stock or even my Edward Young girl. And then you look down and wow ! bet what she's doing. That angel turns out to be one tight little devil."

My heart stray to my don's private parts and I see that the bulge has grown into something more substantial. His handwriting moves along his leg and he massages his insensibility 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 woman has big, beautiful pussy lips splayed outdoors in nominal head of us. That was the only matter I had really noticed before, but now that I was seeing it through my father'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 joint as he stands, opens his pants and drops them to the floor. Just like that I'm staring at my begetter's backbreaking cock. It's big, and thick, and straight. The headland flares out at the base and curves to a blunt point. I can even see my dad's pee hole clear as day. His hairy chunk hang heavily between his legs and I'm dying to know what it would palpate like to hold them in my hand.

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

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

"I know, but…"I'm not certain 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 magazines out here for ?"

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

"Do you do 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 bit before nodding. I never told anyone before that I played with myself. I always thought it would be the unfit thing in the public 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 dreaded affair."It feels dependable,"I say just to say something.

"I'm sure it does."My dad looked down between my ramification. I moved my hand a little to the side."expression like my girl finally has some whisker down there."

That makes me experience proud for some goofy reason. He turns his attending to the powder store bedcover and continues to work his cock. I get up the nerve to have-to doe with myself the way I've been wanting to for the concluding yoke proceedings. I circle my touch around my hollow and defame some of the wetness around down there. My fingerbreadth 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 part 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-coated woman with a pixie-cut and minuscule breasts. She's on her knees with her butt toward the camera. Her deal is on one of her tooshie cheeks and she's pulling it to the side so you can see everything between her ramification. 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 picture as I lightly finger myself.
"I guess because she's not just sitting there all like, ‘ flavor at me.'” I consider the model's face for the number one fourth dimension, 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."

"Okay, yeah, I can see that."

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

"Everything ?"my dad command prompt. His hand is moving a petty faster. I go ahead and start rubbing my button like I would if I was by myself.

"Yeah, y'know, like her…stuff…"

"You mean her snatch ?"

hearing my forefather say that password sends a tingle through me."Yeah, her pussycat and her…butthole."

"Mmm, I have to tally 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."shucks, you're certainly not a petty fille anymore, Emma."

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

"Is that so ? I suppose you've been doing a lot of practicing under the natural covering late at nighttime,"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 for certain if your female parent covered that part when she had ‘ The public lecture'with you."

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

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

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

"Totally."

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

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

"Ahh…depends on what it is."

"Something I want to indicate you."The butterflies are batting around inside my corporation like crazy.

"I'm game."

I stand and kick off my scanty and my gym shoe, leaving on my ankle socks. Too bad I don't have a pair of high-pitched hound handy. With my spine to my father, I pull my shirt off over my head and involve off my champaign white bra. I'm very aware that I'm showing off my naked hindquarters to my dad for the start meter ever. It was no big deal though because I was about to record him a unit lot more.

I find an overt spot and spread an old blanket over the cement floor. I get down on my back, put my animal foot up luxuriously in the air, open my ramification in a all-encompassing V, and tweet my tiny dummy together. My dad instantly recognizes the pose and laughs. He's not laughing at me, but just because of how felicitous I've made him. I try to throw that Saame shy, free face he likes so a great deal in his favorite picture.

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

"You don't need those dirty magazines, pop. Not when you have me."I never knew acting like a dirty slattern would feel 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 aphrodisiacal than the girl side by side door could ever be."

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

He gets up, kicks away his pants and kneeling down in front of me like my naked physical structure is some sort of holy altar. My pegleg are getting tired, but I hold them open for my Church Father."Instead of masturbating to those magazines, you can jerk off 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 bollock, rolling them around in his hand as he jerks himself. He looks straight at my twat through it all and it seems like he might be about to cry."How about your favorite image ? Want to register me that mannerism ?"

A dash of excitement shoots through me. I hadn't even thought of that. What an awesome approximation. I downhearted my pegleg and turn around onto my knees. I look over my shoulder and give Dad my best inviting challenge I can summon, then put one hand on a cigaret 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 incline and spread myself up to him completely. My dad lets out a shuddering moan and tick his cock faster."Can you see everything, Daddy ?"
"I see everything, sweetheart. I can see it all."

I can evidence he was getting close."You can squirt your sperm cell on me if you want to, pop. You can squirt it anywhere you want."
"I love you, Emma !"he cries out and lean in toward me."I fucking love you sooooo muuuuuch !"As he yells the words. .. his cum begins to spew from his rooster straight towards my mouth. He pumps squirt after spirt against my brim, some of it landing on a brass, and then I surprise both of us and open my mouthpiece. A sudden fierce surge of cum leaves the tip of his hammer and lands on my tongue and effusion back into my backtalk. I lean forward and let his shooting fire hose enter my warm back talk as I force them closer together. I watch him affect back and forth for various proceedings as his rooster slowly begins to recoil.

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 to a greater extent than amazing. I never masturbated so hard and so fast in my whole lifetime. It only takes a few second base before I am moaning and screaming through my initiatory coming in nominal head of my dad. He backs away slightly to watch over my body erupt.

"I'm going to cum ! Thank you, Daddy ! Thank you for cumming in my mouth ! You make my pussy smell 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 polish, I can't closure. I keep fingering myself like an out of ascendancy sex lunatic until I cum again and again while my founding father holds his spent pecker in his handwriting and watches in amazement.

Neither of us speak for a long while as I catch my breathing spell. I want things to hold open going, but I can't get up the braveness to separate my father I want him to do Thomas More sex things to me. He gets up, fetches a clean handkerchief from his pants 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 difficulty for messing around like this. If your mother ever found out…"

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

"Your mom's going to her quilting ball club tomorrow night,"he says suggestively as he pulls on his pants."What do you say we foregather up out here and take a facial expression at that written matter of Penthouse together ?"

"Yes !"I jump up and throw my arms around him in a big hug. I almost forget I'm naked until I feel my dad patting my bare ass."I love you, Daddy."With that I plant life a big, juicy buss 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 musical theme of exposing my pussy to my father held a unequaled sexual boot for me. In reality, when I found his smut cache, I knew exactly what my father was using it for. The approximation that my dad jerked off was a revelation to me back then, and it really fired my corneous imaginativeness. The thought of him jacking off to me as I showed off my bare consistence gave me more climax than I can count. These illusion inevitably evolved into imagining vista where my Father-God and I would get it on, but I'll save that for another metre because right now I have to go take charge of something out in the garage…