maverickdom
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It's so naughty, but it feels so right haha...
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maverickdom
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Haha sacrifice pain for pleasure, I can so see that happening.I'd break my arm again just to have you keep doing it!
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that's a big turn on for me, being sexual with someone when others are in the house and don't realize. that thrill that in theory you COULD be caught. knowing others are around.
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Oh yes, i totally agree jennifer! Thats how almost ALL of my incestuous encounters happened.
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Couldn't agree more
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Angelique lets out a cry of delight when the first jet of her nephew’s outpouring spurts out of him. The flick of semen arcs in a high parabola, the second gushing forth as the first spatters onto Jason’s chest.
Jizm rains down, four or five vehement jets that taper to a couple more less forceful squirts until, as Jason grunts and gasps and his head lolls loose, the stuff just oozes out of him.
Despite her mentioning her bruised pussy, Angelique can’t help but rub her clit, taking herself to a wall-eyed, teeth-clenching orgasm. She watches her nephew cranking at a decent length of erect cock, the girth of which puts her in mind to wrap her own fist around it.
“We’re going to do this again, aren’t we, Jason?” Angelique gasps.
“Ah, shit, Aunt Angel,” the young man grunts. “Can we? You’re beautiful. Your body … Shit, you’re so fucking hot.”
“You want to touch me?” Jason’s aunt asks. “You can if you want. I want to touch you. Next time, <i>I’m</i> going to tug that lovely cock. How about that?”
She stands and goes to her nephew, whose penis is still leaking semen, his chest spattered with gloop.
Angelique kneels and offers her breasts to him. “Touch me. Feel my body, Jason. God, I’m so fucking horny right now…”
His gaze is a thrill. Angelique’s body thrums with desire when her nephew’s tentative hand reaches for her.
His words cause an arterial burst of desire inside Angelique. Her pussy floods with heat and longing, arousal seeping out of her. “Your tits are so heavy, Aunt Angel,” Jason gulps.
“And so’s your dick,” chuckles Angelique in response when she closes her fingers are her nephew’s tumescence. Her hand cranks at him. “I love you young men,” she purrs, breasts swinging while her arm moves. “Always so stiff. Look at all that cum, Jason. You’ve just done it and you’re still ready for more.”
“It’s you, Aunt Angel,” Jason mumbles. He’s staring at his aunt with that glazed, stupid expression, all heavy eyelids and slack jaw. “You’re so gorgeous. Wow, I … I can’t believe this is happening.” Jason gasps and moans, a blurted, “Oh!” bursting forth. “My sister and now you,” he groans.
“But you said she doesn’t touch you, Jason. And you don’t touch her.” Angelique takes her nephew’s hand and places it on her breast again. “I don’t think that counts … Not really. I think it’s better if we’re allowed to touch.” She grins into Jason’s face, eyes gleaming with the devilment of it. “I like touching your cock … Do you like touching my boobs?”
Incredulous, with his eyes huge, Jason replies with, “I love them, Aunt Angel. I love you.”
Angelique chuckles. “Of course you love me.”
“It’s different, Aunt Angel,” Jason croaks, his aunt’s hand working his length. “This feels so different.”
“It’s wicked, isn’t it? It’s so naughty. But I’m having a good time.” Angelique shifts her knees and winces. “This decking,” she spits. “My knees are killing me.”
“Aunt Angel!” Jason blurts when Angelique releases his cock and hauls herself upright.
His aunt grins down at him. “Come on,” she says, “let’s go inside. Let’s get comfortable and I’ll wank you off.”
She bends and pocks up her drink, walking to where the tee-shirt is a sodden mess on the planks.
“Make sure you bring your shorts in,” Angel says as she hip-sways away, the roll of her hips and buttocks exaggerated for her nephew’s bug-eyed benefit. “We don’t want to leave any evidence behind. “Hurry,” she adds, indicating with the soaked tee-shirt that her nephew should follow. “You need to get cleaned up before your mother and sister get back.”
This time Angelique stands behind her nephew and milks his cock. Her breasts are tight against him, the strip of her precisely coiffured pubic bush brushes his buttocks while she gives him a reach-around handjob, her drink held aloft in her free hand.
“Come for me, baby,” Angelique murmurs after taking a sip of vodka and Coke. “Show Aunty Angel the hot stuff. Let it go. Let it squirt, Jason.”
Jizm doesn’t so much spurt as ooze, three heavy dollops of the stuff dripping onto the ceramic floor of Angelique’s en-suite shower.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop myself playing with you some more, Jason,” Angelique informs her nephew when he stops gasping and grunting. “We’ve started something here, darling. Do you think you could stop yourself from touching me in future?”
“It’s a shock, Aunt Angel. I thought you were going to go crazy when I told you about Nina. I didn’t expect this…”
Jason gasps again, swivelling to face his aunt. He glances down at her breasts and closes his eyes, wincing at the indescribable pleasure those orbs give him.
“But I don’t want to stop doing this. It’s incredible. <i>You’re</i> incredible. I love touching you. It’s fantastic, and it was so fucking great when you did that to me. I … I can’t believe it.”
Angelique drapes her arms over her nephew’s shoulders. Their faces are so close.
She grins at him and winks.
“How about if I went further and sucked you, Jason? How’s that sound?”
He’s boggling at her, totally awed.
“And,” Angelique continues, her pelvis thrust forward, that pubic strip brushing over her nephew’s slack yet still thick cock. “I’d quite like it if you’d lick my pussy – when it’s all better, of course.” She treats him to another beaming grin and a wink. “And how about…” Angelique is winging it, saying whatever it is that pops into her head without any forethought at all. “…Well, how about, if we can manage it, me and you spending a night together? I haven’t a clue how we could carry it off – get rid of your mum and Nina for a night … Or we could come up with some reason to get away to a hotel together…
“But we could fuck, Jason. How does that sound to you?”
Jason is still boggling. This is unbelievable. Staggering. Amazing.
“I’ve never done it before, Aunt Angel,” he mutters eventually.
That news thrusts Angelique away. She steps back. It’s her turn at incredulity.
“Oh my God,” gasps Angelique, fingers at her mouth in the universal gesture of disbelief. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yes.”
Angelique lets out a low, treacly chuckle as her brain soaks up this news. “Oh, fucking hell,” she says in a voice to match. “That’s definitely IT, Jason. We’re going to spend the night together. I’ll have to make it special.” She sees her nephew’s suddenly anxious face and strokes his cheek with the fingers of the hand not holding the glass. “Don’t worry,” she soothes. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
And she also has to think about what to do about Nina. The little bitch’s voyeur sessions are history. Now it’s all about her virgin nephew and her own carnal desires.
Jizm rains down, four or five vehement jets that taper to a couple more less forceful squirts until, as Jason grunts and gasps and his head lolls loose, the stuff just oozes out of him.
Despite her mentioning her bruised pussy, Angelique can’t help but rub her clit, taking herself to a wall-eyed, teeth-clenching orgasm. She watches her nephew cranking at a decent length of erect cock, the girth of which puts her in mind to wrap her own fist around it.
“We’re going to do this again, aren’t we, Jason?” Angelique gasps.
“Ah, shit, Aunt Angel,” the young man grunts. “Can we? You’re beautiful. Your body … Shit, you’re so fucking hot.”
“You want to touch me?” Jason’s aunt asks. “You can if you want. I want to touch you. Next time, <i>I’m</i> going to tug that lovely cock. How about that?”
She stands and goes to her nephew, whose penis is still leaking semen, his chest spattered with gloop.
Angelique kneels and offers her breasts to him. “Touch me. Feel my body, Jason. God, I’m so fucking horny right now…”
His gaze is a thrill. Angelique’s body thrums with desire when her nephew’s tentative hand reaches for her.
His words cause an arterial burst of desire inside Angelique. Her pussy floods with heat and longing, arousal seeping out of her. “Your tits are so heavy, Aunt Angel,” Jason gulps.
“And so’s your dick,” chuckles Angelique in response when she closes her fingers are her nephew’s tumescence. Her hand cranks at him. “I love you young men,” she purrs, breasts swinging while her arm moves. “Always so stiff. Look at all that cum, Jason. You’ve just done it and you’re still ready for more.”
“It’s you, Aunt Angel,” Jason mumbles. He’s staring at his aunt with that glazed, stupid expression, all heavy eyelids and slack jaw. “You’re so gorgeous. Wow, I … I can’t believe this is happening.” Jason gasps and moans, a blurted, “Oh!” bursting forth. “My sister and now you,” he groans.
“But you said she doesn’t touch you, Jason. And you don’t touch her.” Angelique takes her nephew’s hand and places it on her breast again. “I don’t think that counts … Not really. I think it’s better if we’re allowed to touch.” She grins into Jason’s face, eyes gleaming with the devilment of it. “I like touching your cock … Do you like touching my boobs?”
Incredulous, with his eyes huge, Jason replies with, “I love them, Aunt Angel. I love you.”
Angelique chuckles. “Of course you love me.”
“It’s different, Aunt Angel,” Jason croaks, his aunt’s hand working his length. “This feels so different.”
“It’s wicked, isn’t it? It’s so naughty. But I’m having a good time.” Angelique shifts her knees and winces. “This decking,” she spits. “My knees are killing me.”
“Aunt Angel!” Jason blurts when Angelique releases his cock and hauls herself upright.
His aunt grins down at him. “Come on,” she says, “let’s go inside. Let’s get comfortable and I’ll wank you off.”
She bends and pocks up her drink, walking to where the tee-shirt is a sodden mess on the planks.
“Make sure you bring your shorts in,” Angel says as she hip-sways away, the roll of her hips and buttocks exaggerated for her nephew’s bug-eyed benefit. “We don’t want to leave any evidence behind. “Hurry,” she adds, indicating with the soaked tee-shirt that her nephew should follow. “You need to get cleaned up before your mother and sister get back.”
This time Angelique stands behind her nephew and milks his cock. Her breasts are tight against him, the strip of her precisely coiffured pubic bush brushes his buttocks while she gives him a reach-around handjob, her drink held aloft in her free hand.
“Come for me, baby,” Angelique murmurs after taking a sip of vodka and Coke. “Show Aunty Angel the hot stuff. Let it go. Let it squirt, Jason.”
Jizm doesn’t so much spurt as ooze, three heavy dollops of the stuff dripping onto the ceramic floor of Angelique’s en-suite shower.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop myself playing with you some more, Jason,” Angelique informs her nephew when he stops gasping and grunting. “We’ve started something here, darling. Do you think you could stop yourself from touching me in future?”
“It’s a shock, Aunt Angel. I thought you were going to go crazy when I told you about Nina. I didn’t expect this…”
Jason gasps again, swivelling to face his aunt. He glances down at her breasts and closes his eyes, wincing at the indescribable pleasure those orbs give him.
“But I don’t want to stop doing this. It’s incredible. <i>You’re</i> incredible. I love touching you. It’s fantastic, and it was so fucking great when you did that to me. I … I can’t believe it.”
Angelique drapes her arms over her nephew’s shoulders. Their faces are so close.
She grins at him and winks.
“How about if I went further and sucked you, Jason? How’s that sound?”
He’s boggling at her, totally awed.
“And,” Angelique continues, her pelvis thrust forward, that pubic strip brushing over her nephew’s slack yet still thick cock. “I’d quite like it if you’d lick my pussy – when it’s all better, of course.” She treats him to another beaming grin and a wink. “And how about…” Angelique is winging it, saying whatever it is that pops into her head without any forethought at all. “…Well, how about, if we can manage it, me and you spending a night together? I haven’t a clue how we could carry it off – get rid of your mum and Nina for a night … Or we could come up with some reason to get away to a hotel together…
“But we could fuck, Jason. How does that sound to you?”
Jason is still boggling. This is unbelievable. Staggering. Amazing.
“I’ve never done it before, Aunt Angel,” he mutters eventually.
That news thrusts Angelique away. She steps back. It’s her turn at incredulity.
“Oh my God,” gasps Angelique, fingers at her mouth in the universal gesture of disbelief. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yes.”
Angelique lets out a low, treacly chuckle as her brain soaks up this news. “Oh, fucking hell,” she says in a voice to match. “That’s definitely IT, Jason. We’re going to spend the night together. I’ll have to make it special.” She sees her nephew’s suddenly anxious face and strokes his cheek with the fingers of the hand not holding the glass. “Don’t worry,” she soothes. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
And she also has to think about what to do about Nina. The little bitch’s voyeur sessions are history. Now it’s all about her virgin nephew and her own carnal desires.
no risk,no reward as my brother would say
I have to admit the stories and what you all have to share is incredibly erotic
turbokalt
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no risk,no reward as my brother would say
Oh my!! What else does the brother say Sandra?
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(xvi)
Jennifer is in her sister’s bedroom. She likes it, thinks it’s a peaceful room. Her sister’s boudoir is light and airy, with a high ceiling and walk-in wardrobe, the door to the en-suite to the left of the bed, patio doors several paces from the foot. The patio doors are open and lead onto a balcony beyond, and if Jennifer’s in a mind to do so, she can lie in bed and look out at the edifice of Calpe rock away in the distance. Outside the afternoon eases down from furnace heat to something cooler she can stand. It’s almost time for her ritual of nicotine and alcohol out by the pool, but just then Jennifer sits in one of a pair of easy chairs that look to be of the same Scandinavian design as the bed, which is a massive square thing set low to the ground. Angelique’s bed covers more area than some people’s kitchens but it doesn’t seem too large for that room.
“Well?” asks Jennifer. “Did he tell you anything?”
Sitting on her bed, legs straight out in front of her, Angelique casts a quick, unnoticed glance at the en-suite door. Images of tugging her nephew’s cock come to her mind. As she relives those moments, and sees herself and Jason in her mind’s eye as she soaped the young man up in that shower afterwards, Angelique’s pussy clenches.
She sucks in a deep breath in response to the tingles between her legs, delivering the lie as smooth as the gear change on her BMW. Angelique shrugs and says, “It was just skinny dipping. He admitted it to me.”
Jennifer gasps, all her fears realised.
“Relax,” Angelique adds. “It was just a silly thing to do. There was nothing in it. They haven’t touched each other, they haven’t done anything.” At least she can assuage some of the guilt by telling her sister a little of the truth.
Angelique examines her feelings as she looks at Jennifer’s face. She sees the anxiety melt away. It’s wrong for her to deceive Jennifer. It has to stop. Look at her face! She’s so happy and relieved. It can’t happen again. The thing with Jason has to stop – now. Putting the frighteners on Nina will be easy. Front her up and tell her to stop or it’ll get nasty for everyone.
Fingers of guilt claw at Angelique’s guts when she thinks of what she’s already done with her nephew.
And the claws score deeper, gouging and tearing when Jennifer smiles. “Thank you, Angel,” she mumbles, the smile twitching as tears come to her eyes. “I suppose it’s nothing, not really. They’re only young … Full of life, eh?” She shrugs and chews her bottom lip. “Brother and sister messing about. Nothing…” Jennifer’s voice catches when her breath hitches. “Nothing sexual,” she sobs. “No, no,” Jennifer adds, waving a hand at her sister when Angelique leans forward. “I’m okay. Honest. I’m just so relieved.”
<i>And I’m such a fucking</i> bitch. Angelique thinks to herself. <i>Why can’t I keep my alley cat morals in check? Why do I let myself do these things? What’s wrong with me?</i> “Well, it’s done,” she says out loud, desperate to put her sister’s mind at ease.
“Thank you,” Jennifer mumbles, her voice thick with emotion, her adoring gaze on her sister’s face as she presents a gut-wrenching watery smile to Angelique.
Jennifer stands and walks to the bed. She holds out her arms in entreaty. “Come here,” she sighs.
The sister’s embrace, and when they part and Angelique settles back once more, there’s an elephant of remorse sitting on her chest.
“I’m going for a smoke and a drink and a think,” Jennifer says. “Thanks again, Angel.”
Angelique sits as still as Calpe rock, the great buttress itself blushing pink in the dying light of the day away and beyond her window.
“No time like the present,” Angelique mutters to herself when she reaches a decision.
She can’t turn back the clock, but she can make some amends by making sure Nina is in no doubt that her perverted little game with her brother has ended. There’s nothing she can do about what she engineered with her nephew, and her face burns when she recalls her lewd and wanton behaviour. “The things I said to him?” she mumbles, mortified by her actions.
No, there’s no getting away from it, she’d behaved appallingly with Jason, but perhaps she and he could talk and agree to sweep the whole obscene interlude under the carpet – And hopefully, nobody would ever trip over the lump.
First things first, while Jennifer sat on the deck and indulged her evening ritual, Angelique would confront her niece. Get that one out of the way first.
(xvii)
She finds the brother and sister together. They’re side by side on the sofa in the living room, the picture of innocence as they watch a film on a wide-screen television the size of a display window on a John Lewis storefront.
No messing about, determined to have her say, Angelique approaches and says, “Nina, I need to talk to you.”
The pale-blue eyes and pretty face swivel to regard her aunt.
Now she’s looking, observing through eyes opened by her nephew’s confession, Angelique can see how Jason must have been tempted. Nina is a stunner all right: long, straight blonde hair parted in the middle; those huge eyes and upturned nose. It occurs to Angelique that her niece should have that name instead. After all it’s the face of an angel she’s wearing. Nina is dressed, barely, in a pair of very brief, bordering on the obscene, denim cut-offs and her skimpy bikini top. She’s all legs when she stands, head tilted, expression questioning.
“Yes?” the young woman drawls, a hint of something vulpine twitching the corners of her mouth and glinting in her eyes. “Here or in private?” She throws a sneer at her brother, who by now is looking very wretched.
Angelique guesses in a heartbeat. “Shit, Jason…” she says.
Nina laughs. “Oh, yes, <i>Aunty Angel,” she says, nodding, a gleeful grin spreading out across her pretty face. “I know. I know what you and my brother got up to.”
A dragline of unease tugs at Angelique’s stomach when she hears that awful revelation; her sphincter loosens; her guts turn watery.
“Nina, I…” Angelique begins. Then her mouth clamps shut when she realises she can’t explain. She doesn’t truly understand her own motivation for seducing her nephew, how can she make anyone else understand? Especially one of her own family.
“My bedroom,” Nina snaps, nodding her head at her brother to include him in her invitation.
Appalled, Angelique regards her nephew when Nina strides away. “Jason? What the hell…?”
“You know what she’s like, Aunt Angel. She knew straight away that something was up. She kept on and on at me. I … I couldn’t help it.”
“Shit,” Angelique spits.
A call from along the hall: “Now, Aunt Angel. In here.”
(xviii)
“Show me,” Nina orders as soon as the door to her room is closed. She sits on the edge of her bed, not as huge a piece of furniture as her aunt’s, but a significant size all the same. “Shorts off, Jason,” the young woman commands, stopping short of clapping her hands at him. “Now,” she adds when her brother just gawps back at her.
“Nina, what--” interjects her aunt.
But Nina is straight on it. “This is the way it’s going to be. He’s going to take his shorts off.” Nina points at her brother. “He’s going to get it all hard and then you’re going to wank him off.”
Angelique’s head shakes side to side. She’s staring at her niece, totally gob-smacked. It takes her a few seconds to find her voice again, lost as it was in a forest of disbelief. “No,” she breathes. “No way.”
Nina pauses midway through pulling the bow of her bikini bra loose. She gives her aunt a level stare, her smile as bright and brittle as winter morning sunshine. Her tone is ice: “So this is where I tell you I’m going out to the pool and I’m going to tell my mother everything.” She shrugs and stands. “Okay. I’ll confess to watching my brother pulling his cock,” she throws a smirk as foul as a cess-pit at Angelique, “but I reckon you wanking him off might piss my mother off more, eh? What do you reckon, Angel? Would your sister want to hear any of that?”
Angelique’s jaw falls. “You wouldn’t,” she breathes.
“Wouldn’t I?” comes the young woman’s instant retort. “You absolutely sure about that?”
Jason croaks up. “She might, Aunt Angel. I wouldn’t put it past her.”
“What, so you think I’m going to … going to … get involved in something as sordid as that?”
“You’ve already done it,” Nina points out in a tone that suggests she’s talking to a simpleton. “You’ve got spunk on your hands,” she grins.
“Who <i>are</i> you?” whispers Angelique, aghast. “You were so sweet…”
Nina chuckles and leers at her aunt. “I grew up. I discovered sex. Trouble is,” she says with a pout and a shrug, “the shine soon wore off. Straight one-on-one-in-the-bedroom stuff got boring. I needed something more. I got to liking it dangerous, Aunt Angel. Got a taste for it nasty.”
That struck a chord with Angelique, who even nodded, understanding how those urges can slew reason and conventional logic.
“Then, when I saw him perving at me.” Nina points to her brother, and Jason has the decency to look more than a little shame-faced. “It got me all hot and wet and…” Nina shrugs. “…Well it seemed like a fun thing to do.” Her eyes roll and she grins. “It’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done – watching my own brother pull his cock.” Nina lets out a sigh and hits her aunt with those blue eyes. Her voice drops, the words coming out all clotted. “But, when he told me what you two had done…” Nina’s cheeks balloon as she blows out an incredulous lungful. “…That got me so fucking horny, Aunt Angel.” The young woman squirms, her thighs rubbing together as though she needs to pee. “I want to see it. I want to watch you with my brother’s cock in your hand. Wank him until he comes.”
“You filthy little bitch,” Angelique sighs.
But her pussy itches so much she wants to wriggle and squirm just like her niece. In fact it’s worse than that, Angelique wants to rub herself to orgasm. Despite her pussy still feeing bruised and sore, she really feels the urge to finger her opening and get to a shattering climax as soon as she can.
“You know he’s a virgin?” Angelique asks her niece.
Nina turns to her brother. “Jason? Really?”
Angelique continues when Jason makes no comment. “I said I’d fuck him,” she murmurs. “I said I’d be his first. His aunty as his first ever fuck.” There’s a pause while Angelique watches that arrow fly true.
“Oh, Jesus,” moans Nina. “You’re worse than me.”
Something tugs at Angelique, a feeling of almost sadness. The poor girl, a slave to her libido.
“Take your shorts off, Jason,” Angelique orders her nephew. “Let’s give your sister what she wants.” Angelique turns to face Nina. “You too, Nina. Naked. I want to look at you while I do this to your brother.” She pauses again, letting it all sink in. “And how about if you and I have some fun, too? I think I’d enjoy you, darling girl.” Her eyes raked over her niece’s body. “You’re gorgeous, Nina. Would you mind if I tasted you … down there?”
Jennifer is in her sister’s bedroom. She likes it, thinks it’s a peaceful room. Her sister’s boudoir is light and airy, with a high ceiling and walk-in wardrobe, the door to the en-suite to the left of the bed, patio doors several paces from the foot. The patio doors are open and lead onto a balcony beyond, and if Jennifer’s in a mind to do so, she can lie in bed and look out at the edifice of Calpe rock away in the distance. Outside the afternoon eases down from furnace heat to something cooler she can stand. It’s almost time for her ritual of nicotine and alcohol out by the pool, but just then Jennifer sits in one of a pair of easy chairs that look to be of the same Scandinavian design as the bed, which is a massive square thing set low to the ground. Angelique’s bed covers more area than some people’s kitchens but it doesn’t seem too large for that room.
“Well?” asks Jennifer. “Did he tell you anything?”
Sitting on her bed, legs straight out in front of her, Angelique casts a quick, unnoticed glance at the en-suite door. Images of tugging her nephew’s cock come to her mind. As she relives those moments, and sees herself and Jason in her mind’s eye as she soaped the young man up in that shower afterwards, Angelique’s pussy clenches.
She sucks in a deep breath in response to the tingles between her legs, delivering the lie as smooth as the gear change on her BMW. Angelique shrugs and says, “It was just skinny dipping. He admitted it to me.”
Jennifer gasps, all her fears realised.
“Relax,” Angelique adds. “It was just a silly thing to do. There was nothing in it. They haven’t touched each other, they haven’t done anything.” At least she can assuage some of the guilt by telling her sister a little of the truth.
Angelique examines her feelings as she looks at Jennifer’s face. She sees the anxiety melt away. It’s wrong for her to deceive Jennifer. It has to stop. Look at her face! She’s so happy and relieved. It can’t happen again. The thing with Jason has to stop – now. Putting the frighteners on Nina will be easy. Front her up and tell her to stop or it’ll get nasty for everyone.
Fingers of guilt claw at Angelique’s guts when she thinks of what she’s already done with her nephew.
And the claws score deeper, gouging and tearing when Jennifer smiles. “Thank you, Angel,” she mumbles, the smile twitching as tears come to her eyes. “I suppose it’s nothing, not really. They’re only young … Full of life, eh?” She shrugs and chews her bottom lip. “Brother and sister messing about. Nothing…” Jennifer’s voice catches when her breath hitches. “Nothing sexual,” she sobs. “No, no,” Jennifer adds, waving a hand at her sister when Angelique leans forward. “I’m okay. Honest. I’m just so relieved.”
<i>And I’m such a fucking</i> bitch. Angelique thinks to herself. <i>Why can’t I keep my alley cat morals in check? Why do I let myself do these things? What’s wrong with me?</i> “Well, it’s done,” she says out loud, desperate to put her sister’s mind at ease.
“Thank you,” Jennifer mumbles, her voice thick with emotion, her adoring gaze on her sister’s face as she presents a gut-wrenching watery smile to Angelique.
Jennifer stands and walks to the bed. She holds out her arms in entreaty. “Come here,” she sighs.
The sister’s embrace, and when they part and Angelique settles back once more, there’s an elephant of remorse sitting on her chest.
“I’m going for a smoke and a drink and a think,” Jennifer says. “Thanks again, Angel.”
Angelique sits as still as Calpe rock, the great buttress itself blushing pink in the dying light of the day away and beyond her window.
“No time like the present,” Angelique mutters to herself when she reaches a decision.
She can’t turn back the clock, but she can make some amends by making sure Nina is in no doubt that her perverted little game with her brother has ended. There’s nothing she can do about what she engineered with her nephew, and her face burns when she recalls her lewd and wanton behaviour. “The things I said to him?” she mumbles, mortified by her actions.
No, there’s no getting away from it, she’d behaved appallingly with Jason, but perhaps she and he could talk and agree to sweep the whole obscene interlude under the carpet – And hopefully, nobody would ever trip over the lump.
First things first, while Jennifer sat on the deck and indulged her evening ritual, Angelique would confront her niece. Get that one out of the way first.
(xvii)
She finds the brother and sister together. They’re side by side on the sofa in the living room, the picture of innocence as they watch a film on a wide-screen television the size of a display window on a John Lewis storefront.
No messing about, determined to have her say, Angelique approaches and says, “Nina, I need to talk to you.”
The pale-blue eyes and pretty face swivel to regard her aunt.
Now she’s looking, observing through eyes opened by her nephew’s confession, Angelique can see how Jason must have been tempted. Nina is a stunner all right: long, straight blonde hair parted in the middle; those huge eyes and upturned nose. It occurs to Angelique that her niece should have that name instead. After all it’s the face of an angel she’s wearing. Nina is dressed, barely, in a pair of very brief, bordering on the obscene, denim cut-offs and her skimpy bikini top. She’s all legs when she stands, head tilted, expression questioning.
“Yes?” the young woman drawls, a hint of something vulpine twitching the corners of her mouth and glinting in her eyes. “Here or in private?” She throws a sneer at her brother, who by now is looking very wretched.
Angelique guesses in a heartbeat. “Shit, Jason…” she says.
Nina laughs. “Oh, yes, <i>Aunty Angel,” she says, nodding, a gleeful grin spreading out across her pretty face. “I know. I know what you and my brother got up to.”
A dragline of unease tugs at Angelique’s stomach when she hears that awful revelation; her sphincter loosens; her guts turn watery.
“Nina, I…” Angelique begins. Then her mouth clamps shut when she realises she can’t explain. She doesn’t truly understand her own motivation for seducing her nephew, how can she make anyone else understand? Especially one of her own family.
“My bedroom,” Nina snaps, nodding her head at her brother to include him in her invitation.
Appalled, Angelique regards her nephew when Nina strides away. “Jason? What the hell…?”
“You know what she’s like, Aunt Angel. She knew straight away that something was up. She kept on and on at me. I … I couldn’t help it.”
“Shit,” Angelique spits.
A call from along the hall: “Now, Aunt Angel. In here.”
(xviii)
“Show me,” Nina orders as soon as the door to her room is closed. She sits on the edge of her bed, not as huge a piece of furniture as her aunt’s, but a significant size all the same. “Shorts off, Jason,” the young woman commands, stopping short of clapping her hands at him. “Now,” she adds when her brother just gawps back at her.
“Nina, what--” interjects her aunt.
But Nina is straight on it. “This is the way it’s going to be. He’s going to take his shorts off.” Nina points at her brother. “He’s going to get it all hard and then you’re going to wank him off.”
Angelique’s head shakes side to side. She’s staring at her niece, totally gob-smacked. It takes her a few seconds to find her voice again, lost as it was in a forest of disbelief. “No,” she breathes. “No way.”
Nina pauses midway through pulling the bow of her bikini bra loose. She gives her aunt a level stare, her smile as bright and brittle as winter morning sunshine. Her tone is ice: “So this is where I tell you I’m going out to the pool and I’m going to tell my mother everything.” She shrugs and stands. “Okay. I’ll confess to watching my brother pulling his cock,” she throws a smirk as foul as a cess-pit at Angelique, “but I reckon you wanking him off might piss my mother off more, eh? What do you reckon, Angel? Would your sister want to hear any of that?”
Angelique’s jaw falls. “You wouldn’t,” she breathes.
“Wouldn’t I?” comes the young woman’s instant retort. “You absolutely sure about that?”
Jason croaks up. “She might, Aunt Angel. I wouldn’t put it past her.”
“What, so you think I’m going to … going to … get involved in something as sordid as that?”
“You’ve already done it,” Nina points out in a tone that suggests she’s talking to a simpleton. “You’ve got spunk on your hands,” she grins.
“Who <i>are</i> you?” whispers Angelique, aghast. “You were so sweet…”
Nina chuckles and leers at her aunt. “I grew up. I discovered sex. Trouble is,” she says with a pout and a shrug, “the shine soon wore off. Straight one-on-one-in-the-bedroom stuff got boring. I needed something more. I got to liking it dangerous, Aunt Angel. Got a taste for it nasty.”
That struck a chord with Angelique, who even nodded, understanding how those urges can slew reason and conventional logic.
“Then, when I saw him perving at me.” Nina points to her brother, and Jason has the decency to look more than a little shame-faced. “It got me all hot and wet and…” Nina shrugs. “…Well it seemed like a fun thing to do.” Her eyes roll and she grins. “It’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done – watching my own brother pull his cock.” Nina lets out a sigh and hits her aunt with those blue eyes. Her voice drops, the words coming out all clotted. “But, when he told me what you two had done…” Nina’s cheeks balloon as she blows out an incredulous lungful. “…That got me so fucking horny, Aunt Angel.” The young woman squirms, her thighs rubbing together as though she needs to pee. “I want to see it. I want to watch you with my brother’s cock in your hand. Wank him until he comes.”
“You filthy little bitch,” Angelique sighs.
But her pussy itches so much she wants to wriggle and squirm just like her niece. In fact it’s worse than that, Angelique wants to rub herself to orgasm. Despite her pussy still feeing bruised and sore, she really feels the urge to finger her opening and get to a shattering climax as soon as she can.
“You know he’s a virgin?” Angelique asks her niece.
Nina turns to her brother. “Jason? Really?”
Angelique continues when Jason makes no comment. “I said I’d fuck him,” she murmurs. “I said I’d be his first. His aunty as his first ever fuck.” There’s a pause while Angelique watches that arrow fly true.
“Oh, Jesus,” moans Nina. “You’re worse than me.”
Something tugs at Angelique, a feeling of almost sadness. The poor girl, a slave to her libido.
“Take your shorts off, Jason,” Angelique orders her nephew. “Let’s give your sister what she wants.” Angelique turns to face Nina. “You too, Nina. Naked. I want to look at you while I do this to your brother.” She pauses again, letting it all sink in. “And how about if you and I have some fun, too? I think I’d enjoy you, darling girl.” Her eyes raked over her niece’s body. “You’re gorgeous, Nina. Would you mind if I tasted you … down there?”
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I wish that I had a sister..
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If only I had had that insight when I was younger! I had the stupid notion that older women were mostly devoid of any sex drive and that, even if they did get horny, their pussies would be leathery from over use.
Then I married a woman who was much younger than I was. She was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen: petite but very top heavy, black hair, very bright blue eyes and extremely delicate facial features. Sex was to her nothing but a means to reproduce and nothing I tried could get her horny. Toward the end of that marriage I hooked up with a woman who was 12 years older than I was and I was impressed by how much better she was in bed than my soon to be ex wife. Her body was as beautiful as any teenager's and she knew all the moves to make a man feel good... and also did not hesitate to say how I could best pleasure her (one of the biggest turn ons for me in any sexual relationship).
The cousin who was my play mate for over ten years (and who is still my closest friend) is incidentally five years older than my ex wife.
I would by far prefer a woman who has had enough other men for the sheer novelty of sex to have worn off but who has developed a genuine appreciation for her own capacity for pleasure. It is wonderful to be with someone who knows what she wants and who is not shy about pursuing it wherever it may take her. I enjoy shared sexual adventure!
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Not for me. That was what ruined relationships with some cousins (fortunately not including the one who was my lover for so long later in life) when we got caught just starting to take our clothes off. I had already taken my pants off and had an enormous precum-dripping erection so I got a label from then on as the family pervert.
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This is very dead on! I've always preferred older women, not only for the sexual experience but also for the intelligence and maturity. I don't often get a long with people my own age, so that might have something to do with it.
A woman who knows what she wants and is able to express it is one of the biggest turn ons EVER!
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I'm pretty sure this doesn't count as incest and I'd never do anything with immediate family but a few year ago I was out with my step dad having a few drinks and we met up with his sister, beautiful, tall, blonde girl only about 10 years older than me
My step dad left a few hours later but me and my step-auntie if you wanna call it that stayed out got drink and went to her place, her husband went to bed and we stayed up flirting away and stuff, but I thought I can't fuck my step-auntie, it's not right
Months later I saw her out again and she said to me "that night at mine, I wanted to fuck you so bad". Absolutely gutted I was, suggested we go back to hers but she wouldn't. Should of took the opportunity then but nevermind.
My step dad left a few hours later but me and my step-auntie if you wanna call it that stayed out got drink and went to her place, her husband went to bed and we stayed up flirting away and stuff, but I thought I can't fuck my step-auntie, it's not right
Months later I saw her out again and she said to me "that night at mine, I wanted to fuck you so bad". Absolutely gutted I was, suggested we go back to hers but she wouldn't. Should of took the opportunity then but nevermind.
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i always loved the 'older' woman, too. unfortunately, now, they're the same age or younger, than me!
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Well at least if they're the same age as you now, maybe they're just as experienced as you?i always loved the 'older' woman, too. unfortunately, now, they're the same age or younger, than me!
Well hopefully... lol
Had she been unmarried, odds are she would have taken you up on your late offer.
Since she was married, it is for the best that nothing happened. A buzzkill, I know, but cheating has bad consequences even if the person cheated against never finds out.
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an excerpt from: A Driving Lesson -
A few moments later, when the pair reached a small enclosed area next to the river, Natasha stopped.
"Isn't this perfect, Dad?" breathed Natasha. She turned to face her father, her expression intent. "Isn't it just a lovely spot? It's so quiet and secluded. Nobody can see us from the road."
When his daughter sighed, Barry felt another tug of that indefinable emotion. He had a sense there was something on his daughter's mind, and he was both puzzled and strangely effected by her mention of how secluded they were. Natasha's words about the place not being overlooked troubled him, but there was also an element to the way she spoke, a husky drawl, a whisky-voiced edge that caused a tingle in a place that had no business being stimulated by his own daughter.
With no mind for the fact it was grass beneath her, Natasha squatted and then sat, the action causing, again, the kilt to ride high on her thighs.
"Come on, Daddy," Natasha said, patting the grass next to her as she smirked up at her father. "Sit down."
And, as he had done during the drive out of town, Barry tried to keep his eyes away from his daughter's plump pudenda as she sat there apparently unaware that her father could see all of her between her thighs.
*
THE GIRL'S libido snarled as she deliberately flaunted her pussy at her father. She saw his restlessness and knew he could see right up her skirt, knowing that by her positioning and the spread of her thighs, her dad couldn't fail to see. Natasha was opposite her father, with her shoes on the ground, knees bent and her thighs loose as she leaned back and rested on straight arms locked at the elbow.
"Are you all right, Dad?" Natasha asked, flicking her head so her ponytail danced. She reached up with one hand to sweep a stray hair from her face, the silver bangle on her wrist tinkling, silver rings decorating her fingers.
"Babe," Barry began, his throat swelling with dark longing he fought to supress. "I ... uh ... I wish you wouldn't sit like that. I ... you..." Barry coughed, a hand at his mouth, heat flaring in his face.
"It's this kilt," Natasha replied, making absolutely no move to recover her modesty. "I can't help it, Daddy." The girl blinked at her father, eyebrows arching. "But it doesn't matter, does it? You're my father, after all. Seeing my knickers doesn't bother you, does it?"
Air hissed in through Barry's nostrils again. He shook his head. "No," he lied, shrugging.
"That's good," said Natasha, smiling and nodding, feigning nonchalance as she opened the carrier bag and pulled out a foil packet. "Sandwich, Dad?"
Grateful for the distraction, a chance to put his eyes elsewhere, Barry unwrapped the packet and took out a triangular sandwich of cheese and ham and tomato. He handed the bundle back to his daughter who immediately placed it down and scrambled to her feet.
"Got to pee," Natasha giggled.
She walked away from her father and squatted behind a convenient bush as Barry sat there, his face burning with embarrassment at the whole situation, his daughter's water spattering onto the earth.
Then he heard her shuffling about and then saw her head and shoulders reappear.
"That's better," breathed Natasha as she approached.
And then, when his daughter sat down as before, legs wide, Barry felt a sudden slap of shock, a near physical blow that had his eyes bulging and his cock thickening, an abrupt swelling all urgent and hard in his jeans.
"Natasha," mumbled Barry, his voice thick and treacly. "Where's your underwear?"
...
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A few moments later, when the pair reached a small enclosed area next to the river, Natasha stopped.
"Isn't this perfect, Dad?" breathed Natasha. She turned to face her father, her expression intent. "Isn't it just a lovely spot? It's so quiet and secluded. Nobody can see us from the road."
When his daughter sighed, Barry felt another tug of that indefinable emotion. He had a sense there was something on his daughter's mind, and he was both puzzled and strangely effected by her mention of how secluded they were. Natasha's words about the place not being overlooked troubled him, but there was also an element to the way she spoke, a husky drawl, a whisky-voiced edge that caused a tingle in a place that had no business being stimulated by his own daughter.
With no mind for the fact it was grass beneath her, Natasha squatted and then sat, the action causing, again, the kilt to ride high on her thighs.
"Come on, Daddy," Natasha said, patting the grass next to her as she smirked up at her father. "Sit down."
And, as he had done during the drive out of town, Barry tried to keep his eyes away from his daughter's plump pudenda as she sat there apparently unaware that her father could see all of her between her thighs.
*
THE GIRL'S libido snarled as she deliberately flaunted her pussy at her father. She saw his restlessness and knew he could see right up her skirt, knowing that by her positioning and the spread of her thighs, her dad couldn't fail to see. Natasha was opposite her father, with her shoes on the ground, knees bent and her thighs loose as she leaned back and rested on straight arms locked at the elbow.
"Are you all right, Dad?" Natasha asked, flicking her head so her ponytail danced. She reached up with one hand to sweep a stray hair from her face, the silver bangle on her wrist tinkling, silver rings decorating her fingers.
"Babe," Barry began, his throat swelling with dark longing he fought to supress. "I ... uh ... I wish you wouldn't sit like that. I ... you..." Barry coughed, a hand at his mouth, heat flaring in his face.
"It's this kilt," Natasha replied, making absolutely no move to recover her modesty. "I can't help it, Daddy." The girl blinked at her father, eyebrows arching. "But it doesn't matter, does it? You're my father, after all. Seeing my knickers doesn't bother you, does it?"
Air hissed in through Barry's nostrils again. He shook his head. "No," he lied, shrugging.
"That's good," said Natasha, smiling and nodding, feigning nonchalance as she opened the carrier bag and pulled out a foil packet. "Sandwich, Dad?"
Grateful for the distraction, a chance to put his eyes elsewhere, Barry unwrapped the packet and took out a triangular sandwich of cheese and ham and tomato. He handed the bundle back to his daughter who immediately placed it down and scrambled to her feet.
"Got to pee," Natasha giggled.
She walked away from her father and squatted behind a convenient bush as Barry sat there, his face burning with embarrassment at the whole situation, his daughter's water spattering onto the earth.
Then he heard her shuffling about and then saw her head and shoulders reappear.
"That's better," breathed Natasha as she approached.
And then, when his daughter sat down as before, legs wide, Barry felt a sudden slap of shock, a near physical blow that had his eyes bulging and his cock thickening, an abrupt swelling all urgent and hard in his jeans.
"Natasha," mumbled Barry, his voice thick and treacly. "Where's your underwear?"
...
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dont stop sis,i am just about there
Hey - that's what I used to say to my cousin as her mouth bobbed up and down on my cock.
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We talked about it afterwards, she ended up getting divorced in the end anyway, but everytime I tried to get her to commit she shy'd away and resorted back to innocent flirting
She's moved to America now, if given the chance, i'd still fuck her
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Suggestions?
Thank you all for sharing your experiences and fantasies, it's always a huge turn on to read through this thread. Was wondering if anyone could suggest some incest themed videos clips with dialogue. Taboo being the most obvious one but does anyone know any clips where they refer to each other as "mom, son, dad.." etc, not many have any talking especially during the sex part, just seems to add to it when they talk dirty to each other. Thanks for any suggestions.
Thank you all for sharing your experiences and fantasies, it's always a huge turn on to read through this thread. Was wondering if anyone could suggest some incest themed videos clips with dialogue. Taboo being the most obvious one but does anyone know any clips where they refer to each other as "mom, son, dad.." etc, not many have any talking especially during the sex part, just seems to add to it when they talk dirty to each other. Thanks for any suggestions.
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