My name is Alexander, and I was 19 years old when this happened. Anna, my older sister, was 24. We had always been close — closer than most siblings, I guess. Growing up, we shared everything: secrets, late-night talks, even the same bathroom when we were kids. But after I turned 18, something shifted. I started noticing her in ways I never should have. The way her tank tops clung to her full, perky C-cup breasts when she came out of the shower. The curve of her hips in those tiny sleep shorts. The soft sway of her ass when she walked around the house in just a T-shirt and panties. She had long, wavy chestnut hair that fell down her back, smooth olive skin, and these big hazel eyes that could make my stomach flip.

Our parents had gone on a two-week anniversary trip to Europe, leaving the house to just the two of us. It was the middle of summer, hot as hell, and the AC in our old house barely worked. That Friday night, everything changed.

I was in the living room watching some min... continue reading

I woke up with drool trickling down the corners of my lips, and a massive tent right in front of my eyes. I remembered clearly well what me and my sister had been up to. It was the first time we’d crossed that line, but something told me she wanted more, especially now that we had the house for ourselves.

my bedroom door swung open. Luna stood in the doorway, wearing that same purple silk nightgown from yesterday. The morning light streaming through my window caught her silhouette, outlining her curves against the thin fabric. Her hair was slightly tousled, framing her face in a way that made her look both innocent and alluring at the same time. Those blue eyes behind her round glasses seemed to sparkle with mischief.

“Morning, Chase!” she bounced across the room.

“Luna, wait—“ I tried to warn her, but she was already airborne, launching herself onto my bed.

She landed half on top of me, arms wrapping around my shoulders in an enthusiastic hug. “Surprise attack!”

I froze as he... continue reading

It was summer break, and yesterday I’d gotten home from college. My eighteen year old little sister, Luna, was also home, but our mother was at work.

I was barely conscious when my bedroom door banged open and Luna threw herself onto my mattress, shrieking, “Surprise hug!”

“Jesus, Lu—” She landed right on top of me, her arms wrapping around my neck in a stranglehold.

“It’s so nice to have you here again!” She mashed her face into my shoulder, which would have been cute if not for the fact that she had me in a sleeper grip and I was currently pitching a world-class morning wood beneath the sheets. This became a very pressing issue when I realized two things at once: (a) Luna was wearing a flimsy purple nightgown, and (b) said nightgown was currently doing an Olympic-caliber press against my hardon.

“Air … need air,” I said, which only encouraged her to hug tighter. Her tits, which had recently advanced to natural Ds squished right against my chest.

“Oh my god, you’re such a baby,”... continue reading

The sun hammered down as I dragged myself up the driveway, sweat clinging to my back after a double shift that had stretched my patience thin. But my mood lifted instantly at the sight waiting in our backyard: my sister Chloe and her friend Ava lay on lounge chairs by the pool, their skin glistening with oil, barely covered by bikinis.

Chloe lay face-down, her bikini top untied to avoid tan lines, the round curves of her ass barely contained by a thong that disappeared between tanned cheeks, and she wore her blonde hair in a ponytail. Beside her, Ava was on her back, one arm draped over her eyes. She was Chloe’s opposite in every way, pale where my sister was golden, curves where Chloe had athletic lines. Her breasts strained against a top that seemed two sizes too small, rising and falling with each breath.

I peeled my sweat-soaked shirt off, tossing it over my shoulder as I pushed open the gate to the pool area. The metal latch clicked, and both girls turned.

“Hey, big bro,” Chloe... continue reading

I knew this wouldn't end well. As soon as Lenka called and said her best friend had arrived and they were hanging out in the city until the morning, leaving her mother and I alone at the dacha, I immediately sensed something was wrong. But Victoria Mikhailovna, my mother-in-law, just chuckled into the phone: "Well, that's good, Sasha, I was so eager to go to the bathhouse after my long journey. Would you like to join me? I'm bored alone." I would have refused. Claim a headache, or the football game on TV. But she was already standing on the veranda threshold in her light robe, which was translucent even in the sunset. She had a figure, I must admit. For a forty-five-year-old woman, she was a real bombshell. Lenka, my wife, took after her father—slender, petite. But Victoria Mikhailovna was a force of nature. Tall, busty, with wide hips. Just like a Russian beauty from the epics, only modern and well-groomed. "What are you standing there for?" she said, wa... continue reading

It happened in July, at the dacha. It was hot, and there was no escape from the mosquitoes. My wife, Lena, and her mother, Nina Sergeyevna, were in a state of drunken euphoria from the moment they arrived. They'd opened a bottle of homemade cherry wine earlier in the day, and by evening, when I'd finished sawing wood and mending the old wattle fence, they were both already well-fed. I sat on the veranda, drank cold kvass, and simply stared at them. Nina Sergeyevna is a whole other story. She's fifty-two, but in great shape. Not skinny, no, just... shapely. Heavy breasts, wide butt, and in a tight sundress without a bra, her nipples just poke through the fabric. Lena takes after her, only my wife is slimmer, more athletic. But damn... there was something wild, animalistic about her. She never hesitated to change in front of me, she could walk around in just a bathing suit, and I'd catch myself staring at the dark hairs peeking out from under her panties, at the way he... continue reading

Yesterday I was coming home extremely horny. Since it wasn’t too late and our parents weren’t home yet I decided to have some nice time to myself. My sister had gone to the mall and my brother probably wouldn’t be home until late because of work.

I dropped off my bag and went straight to my room. I usual lock the door but since no one was home I forgot to. I took off my bra and turned on the TV. I put on some Brother/Sister porn where he dominates her (I fantasize it’s me getting dominated).

As I slid my skirt down and my panties to the side I was so wet. I turned up the TV and watched through the foreplay of him staring at her while getting ready for a shower. I started to just rub my clit, edging myself waiting for some action.

I moaned loudly as I pushed my finger into my slit. I swear the whole neighbourhood could hear me fucking myself and that turned me on more. As the guy in the porno slid into her I needed something bigger. I reached into my drawer and grabbed my dildo.

I p... continue reading

“Uhhhh what… are you…  talking about?” I stammered out. Suddenly I was extremely nervous and couldn’t help but fidget in place.

“Jack come on, don’t play dumb” Diana responded. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“No really! I don’t! What happened to your bike?” I asked as genuinely as I could. I almost believed it myself as I heard the words come out of my mouth.

Diana narrowed her eyes and stared hard into mine. She took a step closer to me without breaking eye contact.

“You want to play like that? Fine” she said. “You lie just like your father.”

I put my hands up and tried my best to seem dumbfounded.

“Wha.. what? What?” I repeated.

Diana burst out laughing. Not with a laugh like she’d heard a joke, but with a laugh like something inside her had just cracked. She bent forward and held one hand to her stomach while she cackled.

I stood there, uncertain what I was supposed to do.

“Diana what’s going on?” I decided to ask after a bit longer. She perked back up.

“What... continue reading

I've always been a very submissive woman and, after my divorce, I've been actively dating, having sex with lots of different men, and, in the process, rediscovering my submissive side. I have two sons (age 18 and 19) and both of them have grown up and gone to college. I'm still a slut and a whore and in my spare time I love showing off my naked body to people, and exploring my sexuality.

The man I'm currently dating is a professional dom and we have gone to BDSM clubs, swinger parties, and other sex events where he stripped me naked and showed me off to strangers, and in a few instances, even invited other people to have sex with me.

Recently we went to a sex event in another city (the same city where my son attends college). My dom and I were chatting with another couple and that was when we heard some commotion and cheers in the back room. I was wearing high heels, a pair of nipple clamps, and a dog collar around my neck and was otherwise completely naked. My dom decided to drag m... continue reading

Diana came into the entertainment room again the next day to ride her bike. I was already an hour deep into a multiplayer FPS with some buddies and hardly noticed when she came in. My nerves were on edge today though after what had happened yesterday. I was continually doubting myself and what I had done.

She didn't attempt to say hi to me which was expected since I was in game chat with my teammates. In the reflection of my monitor, I watched as she set up her things and got on the bike. She sat there for a moment while she picked out something to put on the screen.

My stepmom was wearing black workout shorts and a blue tank top. Though her shorts mostly disguised the shape of her ass, her top hugged her breasts tightly. Part of me thought I could make out the faint outline of her nipple but it was hard to tell in the reflection.

Diana began pedaling once she had chosen what to watch. It looked like some 90s romcom I'd never heard of. Not long passed before I noticed she had begu... continue reading

My stepmom Diana has pretty much always been in my life. She married my Dad, Patrick, when I was young, five years old to be exact.

The whole time I’ve known her as far back as I can remember she has been a quiet, mousey mom-figure in my life. She is never too overbearing, never yells at me, never grounds me, nothing. If I ever did something to upset her, she would leave the room with a disappointed sigh instead of trying to control me.

I remember purposefully testing her patience over and over, yet she never cracked in front of me. She would shake her head, turn away from me and then disappear to another room. Yes, I did try following her a couple times to continue my annoyance. During those attempts I was met with her stone cold face and silence. The lack of emotion did its job to scare me away.

I stopped being a menace to Diana when I was a bit older. We got along better and she continued to be a supportive stepmom, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and pretty much all the other... continue reading

That trip to the forest to pick berries hung over me from the very beginning, like a heavy premonition. Summer, heat, mosquitoes, and company: me, my wife Katya, her mother Irina Vitalyevna, and my brother-in-law, her younger brother Andrei. My mother-in-law always treated me... peculiarly. Not hostile, no. Too intently. Her dark eyes seemed to probe me, and her smile was always slightly ambiguous. At forty-five, she looked her best, but in a good way: a curvy figure that she didn't particularly hide, thick chestnut hair pulled back into a casual bun, and that way of dressing—summer dresses a little too tight, a little too short. We arrived at the edge of the forest and parked the car. The air smelled of pine needles, rotting leaves, and freedom. Katya, my sweet, naive Katya, immediately became captivated by blueberry picking. She'd always loved it. "Pash, let's split up, it's faster!" she suggested, handing us each a plastic container. "I'll go over... continue reading

I always thought our family was a typical mix of old grudges and new habits, especially after my father married Helen. She was in her late thirties, with those curvaceous figures she didn't hesitate to accentuate with tight dresses, and eyes that I sometimes caught looking at myself when she thought I wasn't paying attention. I, a twenty-two-year-old guy, had just graduated from college, returned home for the summer, and there we were, all in the country house—my father, my mother, and I. Vacation, supposedly. My father would disappear all day fishing or into the garage with the car, leaving the two of us to hang around the house, and Helen would flirt with me so subtly that I couldn't believe it—she'd brush my hip as she passed, or smile out of the corner of her mouth when I helped with the dishes. That evening, after dinner, when my father was already snoring in front of the TV in the living room, she approached me in the kitchen. "Listen, Alex," she said q... continue reading

For a quick recap: My name’s Chase, and I’m 20 years old. Last night, I had just gotten back home for the summer. Luna is my inexperienced, eighteen-year-old sister, and that night she wanted to experiment. One thing led to another, and we ended up masturbating together. What happened next is this: we watched porn together and performed oral sex on each other.

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I rubbed my eyes and noticed a thick rivulet of drool trickling down the corner of my lips. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d drooled during my sleep. What my sister and I had done yesterday had numbed me, letting me fall into a deep slumber. I heard a faint buzzing coming from my sister’s bedroom punctuated by “Oh’s” and “Ah’s”, and I remembered how our mother had given my sister a vibrator last night. The sound intrigued me as I imagined she was being pleasured, and it helped keep my morning glory stiff as it tented my sheets. I wanted to masturbate with her. It felt a lot better doing it with her even if it w... continue reading

My name is Daniil, I'm 21. Summers at our father's dacha were always a strange mix of boredom and tension. Especially after he married Irina two years ago, and she burst into my life—Maya, my now half-sister. She was 19, and she was the embodiment of everything that both drove me crazy and terrified me. Not the kind of beauty you see on magazine covers, but a real, natural beauty. Bright red hair that she always wore in a messy ponytail, freckles on her nose, and gray eyes that could see right through you. We lived in the same house, our rooms separated by a thin wall, and I could hear her tossing and turning at night. We constantly bickered over trivial things—who washed the dishes, what movie to watch—but beneath this game of "evil brother and sister," something else smoldered. Something forbidden, something sharp, something that took our breath away when our hands accidentally touched at the dinner table. We both felt it. The estate stood on the edge of an old, de... continue reading

My stepmom Diana has pretty much always been in my life. She married my Dad, Patrick, when I was young, five years old to be exact.

The whole time I’ve known her as far back as I can remember she has been a quiet, mousey mom-figure in my life. She is never too overbearing, never yells at me, never grounds me, nothing. If I ever did something to upset her, she would leave the room with a disappointed sigh instead of trying to control me.

I remember purposefully testing her patience over and over, yet she never cracked in front of me. She would shake her head, turn away from me and then disappear to another room. Yes, I did try following her a couple times to continue my annoyance. During those attempts I was met with her stone cold face and silence. The lack of emotion did its job to scare me away.

I stopped being a menace to Diana when I was a bit older. We got along better and she continued to be a supportive stepmom, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and pretty much all the other... continue reading

Every Summer for our mom's birthday, my twin sister Nichole and I go into town to find a gift to get her from both of us.

The summer after we graduated high school, we found ourselves at Barnes and Noble in the afternoon the day before Mom's birthday. It was a family tradition not to get things done very long before the deadline. Nichole and I had both turned eighteen a few months earlier.

"Is Mom still into those self-help books?" I asked Nichole absently. She shrugged and we wandered over to another section. Mom was an avid reader, so bookstores were usually a good bet.

We wandered slowly through the store, not seeing anything that really caught our eye. Eventually we wound up at the magazine rack at the back of the store.

"Oh, God. Shit," I heard my sister hiss under her breath suddenly. I saw her look over at some guy and then she pressed her body up against mine. And when I say that, I mean she *really* pressed against me in a way she had never done before.

"There's this guy... continue reading

My mom was the eldest of five. Jill (that’s Mom), Uncle Ian, Aunt Annie, Uncle Nick and Aunt Theresa. The cousins and I used the acronym JIANT to remember the order, and we’d always sound it out at family reunions and holidays, our aunts and uncles gamely standing up or pointing to themselves when their letter was called.

“It’s a good thing Mom and Dad had their little accident,” Mom used to say, cruelly, about her sister Theresa, who came unexpectedly when Mom was 10. “You kids would never remember JIAN.”

As the years rolled by, family holidays became fewer and fewer. Kids grew up, had their own schedules. But Christmas was always at grandma’s house. Every year, we’d all descend on the ancestral Nelson family home, getting together with our aunts and uncles and cousins to exchange gifts, play games and watch Home Alone movies.

One year, I noticed someone was missing.

“Mom,” I asked. “Where’s Aunt Theresa?”

“Not coming,” she said. “I think the holidays are hard for her, Tommy.”... continue reading

The beach was crowded. On this day, as luck would have it, the sun was merciless, forcing my friend and I to bury ourselves in the sand to avoid direct sunlight on our tender, youthful bodies. Vova and I were inseparable, so wherever he went, I went too. It was the same this time. Having suggested we take a stroll to the beach, I agreed without hesitation to what I considered a rash and ill-timed excursion. But there was no time to whine about it, as I was intrigued by the girls in bathing suits who seemed drawn to stroll by our lounge chair. I was certainly happy with the situation, but I wanted more. And I wanted instant, uncontrollable sex with these long-legged, busty furies. But this remained just an unrealizable fantasy, considerably overheated by the hot, parching sun. Having stopped dreaming of the impossible, I turned my attention to the next group of girls walking along the sand, deftly twisting their buns, inflaming in me the desire to make full use of their asses. "G... continue reading

I was sitting on the couch with my wife at around 4:30 on a Friday afternoon. I worked from home and would usually "clock out" around 4 on Fridays. I was flipping through the options on Netflix while my lovely wife, Cassandra, was reading a book on the couch next to me.

"Hey, babe!" I called out to our daughter, Brittany, a moment after we heard her come in through the front door and set her bags down on the floor.

"Heyyy," she called out weakly in her usual awkward teenagerly way as she walked over to the living room where her mother and I were hanging out.

"How was school, honey?" Cassandra asked, setting her book down over her thigh.

"It was all right. Hey, can I ask you guys something?" Britt looked at us doubtfully.

"Anything, babe," I said absently, still flipping through options on Netflix.

"What's a... cumslut?" Brittany asked awkwardly.

I felt my wife grab my thigh. She had a funny look on her face, one eyebrow raised. I probably looked about the same.

"Hon," Cassandra... continue reading