Chapter 1 I had been going out with Bonnie Robinson for almost a year. She's seventeen, like me, and the youngest daughter of very devout Catholic parents of two older sisters, Debbie, eighteen, and Kati, twenty, and a brother, Kenny, who was nineteen. We were both in the high school band, she played clarinet and I played trumpet. On our first date, I had suggested that we kiss each other goodnight using the lip formation...

Cocksucking College Sister: Fucked Summary: A brother finally fucks his shy, beautiful sister. Note: Obviously it’s better to read the earlier parts first (Cocksucking College Sister and Cocksucking College Sister: Again), but here is a very quick summary in case. In part one Anthony accidentally gets his cock sucked by his sister at a gloryhole and again a second time at a sorority party. In the sequel, they are at their...

My little brother, Jason, and I, Nalla, have always had a special connection; we’ve been super close since the day he was born. I’m 18 now and my brother is 2 years younger than me. I grew up to be beautiful. I have long, straight, light brown hair that drapes over my back; eyes, which are a light shade of green and a thin face. I am quite slim and as I got older my boobs grew more than my height, I am only 5’2 and I have...

I was still dealing with a broken heart over Heather, Bruce's little sister, when Morgan, who was also a member of the "freak community" at my college, came up to me and said, "Hey, you still in the babysitting business? Think you can entertain my little sister while I study for my summer finals? No matter what it costs you, within reason, I'll repay you. And give you twenty bucks up front." Now, having a better idea of t...

TheyCalled Me 'The Babysitter' -- 3 This story is based on some of the sexual events of my life when I was in graduate school back in 1971-73. I was attending a college in rural Mississippi, working on a master's degree in physics. I was still dealing with a broken heart over Heather, Bruce's little sister, when Morgan, who was also a member of the "freak community", came up to me and said, "Hey, you still in the babysitt...

She was lost in a universe of her own making. Gasping and crying out with each shuddering orgasm. I was getting close, but I didn’t want to give it up yet, so I slowed even more. Linda gasped and shuddered as I rolled my hips, gently fucking my stiff prick into her, sinking deep between her softly yielding pussy lips. She was so slick and wet that I could almost have slipped into her, hips and all. Her hot, buttery inside...

This is the story of my first time having sex.This is my first time writing any story of any kind so hope you will be kind.While the folks were gone one weekend, my brother and sisters were in the girls bedroom playing with their chistmas games (or so I thought). I had gone outside so I could play with some of my Christmas stuff since it was the first nice day in nearly two months.My sister Dot called through the window t...

After a lengthy chat with a friend here on lush a week or so ago I found myself compelled to write yet another tale of sensual incestuous delights. Consider this one inspired by a guy I admire and the lady he courts.“You two know not to have any parties while we’re gone,” Cameron’s mother had told him and his little sister as she and their father got ready to leave for the weekend. They’d been looking forward to it for mo...

This story is a collaboration with Lust_Lover_1913. So if you like it, please tell her too! “What the hell is going on in this fucking house?” Sam saton the corner of her plush bed. Daniel must have wrapped her fluffy baby blue robe around her as some point, but events since the shower were kind of blurry. She just couldn’t make since of it all. Nathaniel was the one hitting on her, the one she’d watched and kissed. The o...

I had to be in the shower for at least an hour trying to calm myself down. How could sex be in so much control over us? Its like the moment we see each other in a sexy or vulnerable position, we can't help ourselves. I don't wanna even consider mom and Aunt Lisa being right about all we do is have sex, but when you look at what we've done since that first night its kinda hard to dispute. Maybe if we had a couple hours apa...

I'm finally back! Its been forever since I posted a story, hope I didn't lose my edge in my absence. Sorry this took so long to come out, I've been stupid busy, but as I promised I will see this series through to the end. I hope you enjoy the first half of the next chapter, and as always, any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated.I woke up at 10:13 to find myself in bed alone. As I lay there I thought back to the night...

So after the last adventure I told you about, what would you assume? Henry and I lived happily ever after? We were meant to be together? I wish I could tell you that it was the truth, but it was far from it. Now I don’t know if our love wasn’t strong enough, or the way we wanted the world to see us too great, but there was to much riding against us. So we ended up going our separate ways. Hannah and Henry ended up getting...

That night, we conceived our firstchild. Even if Lily hadn't told me she was choosing to become pregnant, I'd have sensed it. As I poured my seed into her womb, I felt warmth fill us both, yet I also felt her Libido all but collapse. And not because I'd drained her. If that was an unpleasant experience for her, though, it didn't show. She smiled ear to ear and looked like she might cry tears of joy. We didn't fool around...

They say that time changes everything, and that people move on. But, do they really move on, or do they just set things aside and allow themselves to be okay with it? Was I okay with setting things aside and completely moving on, once and for all? _____________ “He is what?” I said, almost enraged by what I was hearing. “What do you mean ‘Henry is getting married.’ He can’t be getting married.” I flung myself down on to m...

The forces pushing us to mateconstantly seemed to ebb during dinner. There were plenty of awkward glances, but the conversation was completely mundane. We had all spent the day engaging in incest, but it was like that was somehow less worthy of discussion than conversations about movies, music, books, or television shows. And it continued after dinner, when Mom insisted we all watch classic Christmas movies together. Whic...