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Kelsey's wet dreams - Chapter 1 - Christmas with my brother

my brother invades my dreams and my psyche'
Kelsey’s Wet Dreams Chapter 1 

  Introduction: Yet Another Wet Dream

I awakened from a deep sleep, startled.

Momentarily, I was confused and aroused. My nipples were hard, my breasts were heaving, and my vagina was leaking as I tried to comprehend what had just occurred.

Slowly, from the depths of slumber I began to become aware. I realized it had happened again; I had experienced another sexually charged dream. The dream was almost scary in its realism. My slumber induced climax had awakened me, just as it had so many times over the past year.

My heart pounded in my chest and my breath was labored.

I looked at the digital clock and it read 3:19 a.m. My mind raced about the seemingly real dream, as I tried to purge my thoughts and return to sleep for several more hours. But it was no use. I was not going to go back to sleep quickly. My mind was running in a thousand different directions now.

You may think that this was a very fortunate sequence of events. You are probably thinking, ‘that lucky girl’. I mean who wouldn’t want to have regular, graphic sexual dreams that triggered an orgasm? But I found them disturbing. Very disturbing.

I knew from my high school health classes that teenage boys regularly experienced wet dreams or nocturnal emissions. But I had never really heard of women having ‘wet dreams’, but I promise you, I experienced them with amazing regularity, perhaps once a week. This had been occurring for the past year.

These dreams had occurred on rare occasions while I was still living at my parents' home; however, the frequency, intensity and realism of these powerful dreams increased dramatically after I left my parents’ home outside of Vancouver to attend the University of Calgary last September.

I was completing my first semester of my freshman year majoring in political science. We were in the middle of a stressful week of finals. I had not been getting enough sleep. But I was awake now.

These dreams might be an enjoyable distraction from the pressures and drudgery of school if it were not for one very, very disturbing fact; they are about my younger brother and me!

Yes, I regularly have sexually explicit dreams in which my younger brother and I are the only participants. I can not escape this incestuous dream world no matter what I do.

I always woke up with panic and guilt whenever I have one of my vividly real incestuous dreams that have my brother and me engaging in the most intimate and inappropriate activities.

As I laid in bed, my head spinning, I could feel my engorged clitoris engorged pulsing, and my vaginal secretions slowly seeping out of me, making my thighs and bottom damp from my juices. I felt the shame across my face, neck, and chest as blushed. I realized I could not stop these wick dreams no matter how I tried.

And every time I have this dream, I responded the same way. I became aroused, and I almost always climaxed in my sleep before bolting awake. And then, as I awakened in my aroused state, I was overwhelmed with shame and guilt.

I would like to tell you I do not know the origin of these terribly taboo dreams. I would like to claim that I had no idea why my subconscious would repeatedly take me to this arousing yet forbidden place.

But that would be a lie. I know the deeply disturbing origin of these thoughts and dreams. Almost exactly a year ago, my younger brother and I became ‘familiar’ with each other. And by society’s standards, we became far too familiar with each other.

The timing of this wet dream was also disturbing. The next day, following my last final exam, I was scheduled to fly home for Christmas vacation. This would be my first visit home since leaving for college back in August. I was expecting to see my younger brother. I was excited and nervous about my return home.

I was confused, excited and slightly aroused as I thought about what my visit home might entail.

As I stirred to consciousness following my ‘wet dream’, my mind instantly recalled a very memorable and life changing evening that occurred almost 12 months ago. It was Christmas Eve, 2012, the evening that profoundly altered my life for ever. I found myself recalling the details of the previous Christmas with my brother, Michael.

Chapter One - Christmas 2012 with my brother – Introduction – How it started 

First let me introduce my brother and I.

In virtually every aspect, my brother and I were normal, typical siblings. We were close; we fought; we shared some things and we also kept other things quite private. There was nothing before the Christmas of 2012 to suggest that our relationship would ever be anything other than normal. I had never even thought of Michael in a sexual way prior to this evening.

My name is Kelsey and last Christmas, I was 17 years old, and a senior in high school. I was still very much a virgin. In fact, I was woefully inexperienced with the opposite sex. I was, and still am, 5 ft 5 inches tall, and I barely tipped the scales at 110 lbs. I had small but perky 32 B cup breasts, and was just starting to form the ‘round bumper butt’ teenage boy’s lust after.

I knew that I was pretty. I had large green eyes, full lips and long dark brown hair. Yes, I had a very attractive face. But rather than the body that turned heads at the high school, I had a thin, sleek body of a model. I was a runner, with virtually no body fat.

Over the next few years, I knew that I would ‘fill out'. But last year, in high school I was rather thin.

I was, and still am, quite intelligent. I was vying for valedictorian of my graduating class. This seemed to intimidate the boys at my high school. In short, I did not attract a great deal of attention from the boys at my school. The boys at my school seemed to treat me more like a friend or a buddy than like a potential romantic partner.

Yes, I was inexperienced. I had gone a few dates, but nothing serious had developed. Not only was I a virgin, I really had no experience with the opposite sex to speak of. I had never seen a penis, and no one had touched me intimately below the waist.

Then there's my sex life, which really consisted of masturbation, a skill at which I had become somewhat adept. I was not in a hurry to change that. I knew that when the time was right, these things would happen naturally.

As for Michael, he stood 6 foot 2 inches tall with muscular, broad shoulders and a wonderful physique. He had grey-blue eyes, a strong jaw, and an engaging smile.

But despite his good looks and charm, he was shy and unsure of himself with the opposite sex, which gave him a cute, vulnerable, yet appealing aura about him. If I am honest, he was a more attractive 16 year old male than I was as a 17 year old female. But I would have died before acknowledging to him that he was developing into a truly a gorgeous specimen of a man.

***

Our normal family Christmas was goinng to be disrupted this year. My grandmother had experienced a stroke and our parents were forced to abandon my brother and me two days before Christmas to travel to Ontario to be with her. My grandmother was 86 years old, and resided in a retirement home outside of the town she where she was born, lived, and would soon die in.

I was dealing with a series of conflicting emotions. I felt pity, regret, and yes, guilt that my grandmother was lying at death’s door. But I was also feeling a deep resentment at the fact that my last Christmas at home prior to departing for college next summer was being disrupted by an old woman’s stroke.

I am ashamed to admit to being such a self-centered bitch. But I was (and still am) a teenager, and what teenager is not self-centered and self-absorbed? And that is what was going through my mind as Michael and I prepared to celebrate Christmas Eve without our parents. I wish I was a better person, but this is what I felt at the time.

And although I understood the reality of the situation, my grandmother’s impending death made me sad, somber and vulnerable. As I faced the reality of my grandmother’s mortality, I wanted my parents close. I wanted to be reassured that our family would survive.

Mom and dad hoped to be able to return home late Christmas day, but even that was uncertain. All that was certain was my 16 year old brother and I were left alone to ‘celebrate’ the days leading up to Christmas, including Christmas Eve, by ourselves.

On this particular Christmas Eve, we decided to break with family tradition and skip midnight mass. It was something our parents had always compelled us to do, but with the parents away, it seemed like going to church was a silly waste of time.

I found myself wondering, ‘now that Michael and I are alone, what can we do that mom and dad would never permit if they were here?’ And the answer was obvious, we could drink in the safety of our home without fear of getting caught!

So instead of going to Christmas service at church, we had a spaghetti dinner with a glass of Merlot from the open bottle my mother had left on the counter. She would never miss the two glasses from the bottle.

Afterwards, we decided that we could safely raid our father’s liquor cabinet without fear of detection. He did not monitor the levels in the bottles closely.

So that was the plan; Michael and I would enjoy Christmas Eve while ‘stealing a bit of Christmas cheer’ from Dad’s well stocked bar.

Michael built a fire, and I donned my night clothes. I returned to a roaring fire in the fireplace wearing a pair of gray sweat pants and a white sleeveless cotton top. My attire was not sexy or revealing, but without a bra, my nipples were clearly visible and prominent. Michael was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt.

I decided that screwdrivers would be the most palatable concoction for our youthful tastes, and I mixed two large tumblers of vodka and orange juice for Michael and I. Michael put on ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ as we enjoyed the warmth emanating from the fireplace.

Within an hour, I was sipping my second 16-ounce vodka and OJ.

I was not used to drinking. In fact, I had never been drunk prior to that night. The drinks were large and strong, and I was feeling quite light-headed. I suspect Michael’s head was spinning as well.

My growing inebriation, along with the sense of loneliness from not spending Christmas with our parents had me suddenly feeling very close to my younger brother. The scenes of the 'Bailey family' at Christmas from the nostalgic movie only heightened my sense of loneliness. I was overcome with a rush of love, warmth, and affection towards my brother.

I was lying on the couch. Michael was sitting on the floor in front of me, leaning back against the couch. His head was resting near my abdomen on the couch cushion.

I reached down and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, and said, “Michael, I am glad you are here. I love you. This would be a very lonely evening without you.” 

Michael reached up and squeezed my hand. It was an innocent show of affection. It was not sexual at all, at least not initially. After a few moments of innocently affectionate touching, I sat up.

With my brother on the floor and me sitting directly behind my brother, I placed my legs so I was straddling his shoulders between my thighs and started rubbing his shoulders as we watched the movie.

Michael simply moaned appreciably. His head lay back against my pelvis as I massaged his strong muscular shoulders. I promise you, this was a simple innocent show of affection. I was not even engaging in any particular intimate contact.

Michael then took my right leg, pulled it over his right shoulder, removed my sock and began massaging my foot as I rubbed the muscles of his shoulders.

“Oh, that feels wonderful, Michael,” I cooed as he proceeded with the foot massage. He would take my big toe between his fingers and work his way back across of instep and heel. I loved the physical sensations as he rubbed my right foot. I discovered that the little piece of flesh between my toes was incredibly sensitive. I moaned every time he massaged this tiny little area between my toes, letting him know how very pleasurable I found his touch.

Yes, it was innocent, but this was also different. Michael and I had never touched each other in anything even approaching this level of affection. And I was enjoying his touch more than I should have. 

Michael then took my left leg and brought it up over his left shoulder and began massaging both feet as I rubbed his shoulders.

Involuntarily, I squeezed his neck and head between my thighs and said, “God, Michael, this feels good. I love your touch.”

I arched my hips forward, pressing my pelvis against the back of his head. It was a simple, involuntary reaction. I was simply responding to the alcohol and the pleasure my brother was giving to me with the foot massage. But I did press my pelvis into the back of his head.

With the warm fire and the alcohol coupled with the nostalgic loneliness, I was feeling vulnerable and responding to this contact in a manner that truly surprised, no shocked, me.

I felt Michael respond, and press his head backwards between my thighs. His hands continued to rub my feet, and then his fingers traced up my calves.

For the first time, it dawned on me that this contact was not normal between a brother and sister. I remember distinctly the instant that I first thought. This is weird. I should not be doing this with my baby brother. I knew my reaction was not appropriate. This seemingly innocent contact felt so right, but so wrong at the same time. 

But I decided we were safe pretending that this was still just innocent affection between siblings. Oh, I knew I had involuntarily pushed my crotch against the back of his head, and there was no mistaking the fact that Michael pushed his head backwards applying momentary pressure to my swollen vulva, but we could clearly ignore that brief contact and pretend it did not happen, right?

Michael’s hands started working their way further up the inside the legs of my sweat pants. He started rubbing the back of each calf muscle. It felt wonderful. Without thinking, I squeezed his neck and head between my thighs again as I cooed, “Oh god, that feels good. You have great hands.”

The flirtation was growing more and more overt. His touch was slowly slipping away from completely innocent towards intimate caressing. I knew it, and he knew it.

“Kelsey, your legs are so firm and strong. I guess it is all that running, huh? You are going to have a great body some day.”

I playfully slapped the back of his head. “Some day? So my body is not too hot now, huh?”

“You know what I mean. You are starting to get a nice figure right now. And you have the type of body that will look even better when you are 25, and better still when you are 40.”

I knew he was trying to be nice, and he was trying to give me a genuine compliment.

With my legs still draped over my brother’s shoulders, Michael started to move his hands up higher, past my calves, towards my thighs. I could not help responding to his touch. I released my grip on his shoulders and reclined back with a soft moan.

“Michael, you really have a wonderful touch. I feel like I am melting.”

Michael pulled my legs forward slightly, pulling my bottom off the cushion and pulling my crotch into the back of his neck. 

Instinctively, Michael seemed to understand the art of seduction: go slowly and inch your way towards the goal.

He was slowly moving me towards arousal, inch by inch and I was responding to his touch. I was aware of my vagina opening slightly and beginning to lubricate.

Before I knew it, Michael’s hands were kneading the outside of my thighs moving slightly higher as he continued the massage.

Michael then withdrew his arms from my sweat pants, and then turned slightly so he was partially resting on his left side, as he remained sitting on the floor between my legs. He then placed his right arm across his chest and over his left should and slowly ran his right hand up my left pant leg. He now could access my inner thigh more easily.

I froze momentarily.

I was becoming aroused. I knew I was headed down a very dangerous path. I knew I should stop this contact while we could still pretend it was completely innocent. But his touch was additive. It was like a narcotic to me at that moment.

I simply needed this contact. I needed to be touched. I did not want him to stop. I did not think where this was heading. I did not consciously decide to allow this to go further. I simply did not stop it when I should; while I still could.

I allowed it to continue. I wanted it to continue.

Suddenly I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was nervous, no scared. I was also excited.

I leaned my head forward, straining my neck and looked over Michael’s shoulders and saw his penis throbbing under the material of his gym shorts. My brother was getting an erection as he massaged his my thighs.

Michael saw me look at his crotch, and smiled, He did not try to hide his erection. He knew perfectly well now that I was aware of his arousal.

Was he aware of mine?

I knew I should be shocked that Michael was getting a huge boner from rubbing his sister’s legs, but honestly, it pleased me. It pleased me that my brother was responding to touching me as much as I was responding to his touch.

I realized that Michael and I were rapidly approaching a situation that was very dangerous. We should retreat. We had not done anything really ‘wrong’ yet, but we were rapidly approaching the line where we might.

But I did not want to stop. And I purged all thoughts of the ramification of this from my mind. I remember thinking, 'we are just cuddling and touching a bit, there is not anything really wrong with this.'

But I knew better. I knew my brother was erect. I knew my clitoris was now engorged and sensitive and my vagina was leaking. I knew this was not simple cuddling any longer.

But Michael’s touch was so very intoxicating. I did not want to stop, or retreat. I needed to be touched at that instant. In fact, if I am really honest, I wanted him to touch me even more intimately. I felt myself open my legs wider as Michael’s hand explored their way up my inner thighs. I wanted him to have access to touch me anywhere he chose.

I was moaning with pleasure as I spread my legs wide to give him unobstructed access to touch me. I was not going to actually initiate it, but I knew I was not going to stop him either if he was bold enough.

I watched as his erection strained against the material of his gym shorts. Pulse after pulse, I witnessed my baby brother getting harder and bigger as he formed a noticeable tent in his shorts.

I laid back. “Michael, you are making me dizzy…you are really getting to me,” I said brazenly. I wanted to encourage him. I wanted him to know I was receptive.

I could feel the gusset of my panties growing wetter from my lubrication. I wondered if Michael could pick up any scent emanating from my secretions? Could he smell my growing arousal?

I could not help rocking me hips slightly as my arousal grew and grew. I tried to lie still, but I could not completely control the movement of my hips.

Michael was sitting on his side, his right hand up the legs of my sweat pants, massaging my upper thighs. It was a strange position for such an intimate massage. But that is how we were positioned at the time.

Suddenly, without warning, Michael’s fingers slipped further up between my thighs, and caressed the gusset of my panties, gently running his fingers across the very damp material that was protecting my vagina. I gasped as his fingers felt the wet crotch of my panties. I could no longer claim that this was innocent. I could either stop him, or face the fact that this contact was completely inappropriate.

It was a bold move on Michael’s part. He had seized the moment and pushed the limits. I could either chastise him for his offensive advance, or I could accept his advance as a genuine show of affection triggered by alcohol and an unusual chain of events. I never considered chastising him.

I chose to ignore the enormity of the sin Michael and I were preparing to commit. I chose to do what felt right at the time. I chose to allow the physical contact between Michael and myself.

I knew it was wrong. I knew as his older sister, it was my responsibility to control these events. I am merely telling you what I did without reflecting upon what I should have done.

I arched my back and pushed my pelvis forward, letting my brother know that I approved of this contact. I continued to moan as Michael’s fingers explored the damp, cotton patch that separated him from my now erect clitoris.

“Oh my god,” I cooed.

That was all the encouragement my baby brother needed. He moved his fingers inside the leg of my panties, and after a brief moment of fumbling, he found the wet slit of my opening.

I remember flinging my head backward in abandon as I allowed my brother to be the first, and only, boy to touch my vagina. I reached forward and placed my hand on the side of his head, caressing his head as he explored the outer folds of my vagina.

In my inebriated state, I was not thinking of the ramifications of this sinful act. I only knew that I was lonely and aroused, and I wanted Michael to touch me there. I knew that it felt good, very good. Yes, it was wicked, but it felt right to let him touch me.

After a minute or two of clumsy exploration, Michael withdrew his fingers, and turned to face me. Kneeling in front of me, he reached up to start to remove my sweatpants and panties together. I wanted our game of doctor to continue. I wanted him to touch me some more. I wanted him to explore me thoroughly.

I wanted him to actually penetrate my virginal pussy with his fingers. I wanted my brother to be the first boy to finger me. Don’t ask me why, but the thought of allowing my brother to be the first to penetrate me was very appealing and very satisfying. I knew he loved me, and the first person to touch me like this should be someone who loves me.

So I lifted my bottom off the couch and allowed him to strip me from the waist down.

I realized this was wrong, wicked, sinful, perverse, and perhaps even sick. But I was beyond caring at this particular moment. I abandoned all modesty as he removed my sweat pants and panties together. I spread my legs, allowing my brother to be the first person to look at, no, the correct term is ‘study’, my wet dilated vagina.

Michael pushed my legs wide apart as he looked up inside me. I could feel my vaginal juices slowly leaking from me. I wondered, if Michael could see the wetness seeping from my opening? Could he see how wet and aroused he had made me? Did he know how vulnerable I was at that instant?

I said nothing.

I simply moaned and allowed him to study his sister’s open vagina. I caught the slightest scent of my arousal. Kneeling in front of me, with his face inches from my vagina, I knew Michael had to smell my distinct scent now.

Did my brother know that he was smelling the aroma of a woman in heat, ready to accept her mate? Did he know that scent was my signal to him that my vagina was wet, dilated and was prepared to breed like an animal in season?

I had not even kissed him, yet my youthful pussy was open, lubricated and aroused as he studied me.

His fingers found my opening and he inserted his middle finger inside me. The penetration felt strangely peculiar, but very pleasurable.

“Oh Michael, oh my god,” was all I cold say as I clutched the couch cushions.

Michael started to edge a second finger inside my tight, virginal pussy. His second finger hurt slightly, and stretched me open too wide. I was not ready to accept the second digit.

“Oh careful, you are stretching me. Oh god, I feel so full. Just use one finger, two is too much” I hissed.

“Do you like this? Do you like what I am doing to you, sis?” Michael asked as his middle finger slowly entered my expanding vaginal opening.

“I am ashamed to admit it, but I do. I do like it. Oh god, I feel so full and so open. Oh god,” I moaned as I pushed my hips forward to force his finger inside of me.

After several minutes of my brother fingering me, I felt my vagina continue to dilate under the stimulation. “Michael, would you try to give me a second finger now? Please, be careful. Slow and gentle.”

Kneeling in front of me, Michael slowly placed the tips of his index finger and middle finger at my opening. Slowly he worked them past the tight ring at the very opening of my vagina. Once he got past the initial tight ring, his entry became easier.

“Oh god, Michael, I am so full. God you have two fingers inside of me.”

Michael reached deeper inside me and explored my inner womb with his two digits as I lay on the couch, my feet planted on the floor now, bracing myself from this invasion by my brother. My legs were splayed wide open, my hips arched forward accepting this intrusion into my womanhood from Michael.

I knew this was terribly wrong, however, it just felt right to allow the boy whom I had known from birth, whom I love and fought with, whom I had shared the last 16 years of my life with, be the first one to discover the warm wetness of my most intimate core.

Michael’s two fingers had stretched me open and I was enjoying his repeated probing of my womb. His fingers curled upward and discovered a spot on the front of my uterine wall. This was an erogenous spot that I did not even know existed. I later discovered it was my g-spot.

“Oh my god, Michael…oh god, right there…oh shit,” I hissed as I lifted my bottom off the couch, arching forward to force his fingers deeper inside me, forcing him to touch me on this very sensitive and erotic spot.

I reached down and grabbed his wrist, and tried to push his hand deeper inside me. I began to rock my hips in a frenzy. I could feel something building deep inside me….something intensely pleasurable.

I was losing all control of my movements as my orgasm started to build.

I humped wildly against his fingers and hand. “Oh god, Michael…don’t stop…please…oh god… right there…oh fuck….”

I moaned loudly as I completely lost control of myself.

Michael, sensing my impending orgasm started fingering me with a violent abandon. He plunged his fingers deep inside me. pressing firmly against my uterine wall.

He spread his fingers to stretch me open further. He withdrew his fingers only to suddenly plunge them back inside his older sister. He was punishing my swollen pussy, forcing me closer and closer to orgasm.

I started to climax. I felt the first spasm crash across me. I reached up and grabbed my nipples squeezing them tightly between my thumbs and forefingers as my orgasm overtook me. I was arching my back, my buttocks was off the couch pushing forward to meet my brother’s digital thrusts.

My lubrication was flowing out of my youthful vagina, dripping down the crack of my ass.

My aroused scent was now filling the room.

“Oh god…I’m there…oh don’t stop…deeper…oh please...deeper…oh shit,” I screamed as I bucked my hips as wave upon wave of pleasure overtook me.

It was my first real vaginal orgasm.

Yes, I had enjoyed minor clitoral climaxes as I massaged my ‘little nubbins’ in bed at night, but this was different; very different. This orgasm rocked my core as pleasurable spasms crashed across my abdomen.

After the third wave of spasms overtook me, I needed to stop. I was exhausted. My belly ached. I was dizzy and felt like I might actually pass out.

“Michael, you need to stop. You need to let me come down,” I begged. But before I could get him to stop, a fourth wave of pleasure crashed over me.

I grunted incoherently as my entire body quivered with pleasurable convulsions. I felt like I might faint.

Once the fourth orgasmic wave had passed over me, I grabbed my brother’s wrist, and held it still. “Michael, I need to stop…please…I cannot take any more,” I pleaded.

Michael stopped this massive assault on my virginal pussy, but left his fingers inside me for a moment, wiggling them slight as I lay back, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

I could feel the sweat forming under my arm pits and between my breasts making me feel hot, sticky and slippery. My nipples pressed firmly against the now damp cotton material of my sleeveless shirt.

“I can’t believe we did that,” I said, as my brother’s fingers twitched inside my vagina.

“That was so fucking hot, Kelsey. Damn, that was hot.” Michael slowly withdrew his hand from my womb.

I felt a spasm as his fingers exited me, leaving me open and empty. It was a strange feeling. I did not like the sudden emptiness of my pussy. I suddenly felt empty and somewhat alone.

“Michael, no one can ever know about this.” I panted. "I mean it. No one, ever."

Michael stood up. “Kelsey, who would I tell?” he said with a huge smile.

I thought to myself, he is right, who would he tell?

I could see the huge bulge in his gym shorts. My brother then lowered his shorts, freeing his erect penis.

“I need some help here Kelsey,” he said as he stepped out of his gym shorts and boxers.

His cock was rigidly hard, pointing straight up. It was the first penis I had seen.

I knew I need to return the favor. I knew I owed my brother a release. I just did not quite know how to go about it.

"What do you need me to do for you?" I asked as I studied the large rigid cock pulsing in front of me.

Coming soon: Chapter 2 - I give Michael his release...

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Comments(38)

dquad99
Posted 15 Apr 2014 11:32
excelent
Craig1967
Posted 27 Mar 2014 07:43
You're a master of the cliffhanger. You take your time and develop the tension in small, minute steps and it does a lot to make the story arousing. Nicely done.
Gramps
Posted 17 Dec 2013 21:05
A real piece of erotica - a wonderful topic. Not professionally written but very real - the "Kelsey" just blurting it out as she remembers is what turned me on. Yes, I'll ignore the "not-perfect" wording and score "5" based on emotion and content.
magic10fingers4
Posted 12 Dec 2013 04:10
So well done and enhanced with your attention to details - thank you for taking the time.
emersonbosworth
Posted 30 Nov 2013 16:18
very hot story, Like brother fucking sister, I was the first cock to fuck my sister too. we did a lot of fucking, she was a good piece of ass. I fucked her right up to when she got married.
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Posted 23 Nov 2013 12:14
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Posted 21 Nov 2013 18:33
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Posted 20 Nov 2013 06:56
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Posted 16 Nov 2013 01:24
And she's back, the best erotica author on this site by miles.... You are sooo talented, it makes me ache.
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Posted 14 Nov 2013 12:32
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 21:47
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WSCLG
Posted 13 Nov 2013 16:24
I liked the story but the reason I did not rate it a 5 was because you duplicated yourself a number of times. I am looking forward to the next chapter, though.
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 14:57
What a hot discovery story. Loved it. 5++
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 14:31
really great first part cant wait for more
mrcomfy
Posted 13 Nov 2013 13:33
One of the hottest and wettest brother/sister stories I have read.5+
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 13:21
Great story! Looking forward to part two.
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 12:25
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 11:08
Great story. Hope chapter 2 isn't too far behind. 5
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 11:03
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 10:43
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 10:41
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Teen_lover
Posted 13 Nov 2013 10:15
very vivid and strong invading story by a sister!!!
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 09:49
A super hot story! I love the progression and I can't wait for the next chapter.
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 09:41
Great job looking forward to part 2

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Posted 13 Nov 2013 08:31
Very hot story, great detail,can't wait for chapter2.
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 06:43
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 05:51
Totally hot my cock sprang to attention and demanded attention. Glorious writing and a good fuck is coming ... I hope
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 04:37
Great brother and sister story , can't wait for the next one
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Posted 13 Nov 2013 01:06
nice, looking forward to part 2
bisubsam
Posted 12 Nov 2013 23:49
Cant wait for pt2
nazhinaz
Posted 12 Nov 2013 23:39
Lovely slow building up of characters and easy slow flow of story. Your description makes incest so pleasurable & maybe desirable too. 5
Acountryboy
Posted 12 Nov 2013 21:58
Awesome story. So glad you decided to write another. Can't wait for the next chapter.
straightarrow
Posted 12 Nov 2013 21:33
Well crafted and thoroughly believable. A great story with many probable feelings. Made me wish I had had a sister.
OralJohn
Posted 12 Nov 2013 21:17
Great story! It brought back many memories.
arklight53
Posted 12 Nov 2013 20:09
Very intense and vivid.
Lake57
Posted 12 Nov 2013 19:50
Sweet story...
 

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