This story continues on directly after my previous story, Two Fridays – Part 1. In the morning I woke up, and wondered if it had all been a dream. My come-stained shirt, lying in the corner near the head of my bed, where I had tossed it before getting in, showed one thing- the part about wanking myself was certainly true, but what about the rest? I showered and put on fresh clothes for the day, and a short time later, Tin...

Being from a small town on the coast there was never much of a nightlife. The only chance I had to meet new girls was to board a bus to the nearst town that had a selection of bars and clubs and that is at least 30 miles away. I was almost 19 and weekends were what I live for, this bus became my link to the only thing I looked forward to all week, girls. I'm just an average decent looking guy. I get my fair share of girls...

My name is Ima. And I want to share my story of sexual awakening and incest.I grew up in rural Alabama, in a three story house on about six acres acres of land, about three miles outside a small country town. The house was white with brown shutters, and had one of those wrap-around covered porches on two sides. Looking back on it all, I would have to say I had a great family. I had two older brothers, a younger brother an...

One day, my uncle Ben, who is my mum’s brother, was staying over, and I heard him saying to my mum that my dad must have hardly given her time to get her pants back on after she had me, before he knocked her up a second time, and my sister came along. Uncle Ben probably didn’t mean for me to hear him saying that, but when I think about it, the comment probably had a certain amount of truth in it. There was less than a yea...

I was only 17, my younger sister, Jessica, was 16.  She was intrigued with by my body since she began to become sexually aware and her curiosity transitioned into her later teen years. We both went to the same high school, but saw each other rarely there. At home our rooms were separated by a small bathroom with a shower, this was mutaul territory for the both of us. The bathroom was rather old, along with the doors, whic...

Niece’s Special Christmas Gift By Reeb   This Christmas was going to very different from the ones in the past. For the first time, all the niece’s and nephew’s were old enough to be part of the family Pollyanna. My sister’s youngest daughter, Allison, or Ally as we called her, had just turned sixteen and since she was working, she had some money so she wanted in on the family tradition.   At our Thanksgiving dinner, we al...

 I don't know when it started. . . Maybe it was when we played "doctor" as kids. Maybe it was the little looks we gave each other in the early stages of puberty. Whatever it was it happened after months of conversations, so thick with subtext, we were surprised no one said anything to us, but mom and dad kept us from anything sexual so they never read to deep into anything we said. But before all that let me tell you a li...

My memories of my early childhood were not pleasant. While some people wish they could go back to their carefree childhood days, I look at childhood as something I survived and lived to tell about. I recall my first few years on the planet as being in the middle of two parents who spent most of their awake moments arguing and fighting. The fights often became physical, no doubt fueled by my fathers alcohol abuse and my mo...

Goodnight Kiss This tale is a work of complete fiction no real events took place. The peaceful silence and serenity of the house was broken when it was filled with joyful humming as the back door opened. An adolescent woman with shoulder length blonde hair, soft blue eyes. Wearing her favorite white dress she loves that dress so much so she has five copies of four different styles. She heads into her room and goes to talk...

I’m pretty much hetero in my sexual desires – when I’m at the beach, I’m checking out the babes, not the guys. However, I did have a homosexual experience when I was a teenager, and wouldn’t mind it happening again. I guess that means I’m at least a bit bisexual.It happened when I was sixteen. My best friend Mark, also 16, was in my room one day after school, and we were sitting on the floor doing homework. Mark was weari...

When I was a young teenager, 16 years old, my family had a ski boat, which we used on many summer weekends and evenings. We lived close enough to a reservoir that we would often go water skiing for a couple of hours when Dad got home from work in the evening. It was during one of these short, evening ski trips that the experience I'm about to tell you about happened.While I was part of a big family, Mom, Dad and five kids...

My brother and I have always been close. We grew up in a small suburban town where you know everyone and everyone knows everything about everyone. Secrets are hardest to keep when you live here. It’s amazing how we’ve kept ours so long.I’ll start off with telling you a little about me. My name is Carson, I’m 5ft. 3in., with super long, down to my butt, dark brown almost black hair. I have been a dancer all my life so I’m...

When I woke up that morning, I was instantly confused about the naked body pressing against me.Then I remembered: My sister Dani and I had fucked half a dozen times yesterday, and we had fallen asleep in each others' arms the previous night.“Morning, sweety,” I told her in a half-joking voice.“Sweety?” she asked. “I'm sick of you acting like we're husband and wife or something.”“Calm down, honey,” I told her, hoping to ge...

I moaned as slipped my vibrator in and out of my dripping wet pussy. It felt so good, and soon I nearly screamed when my organism hit. My cum slithered down the eight inch vibrator, as I forced it into my hot pussy. I moaned and shot loads of cum down my pussy to my bed. I guess you could say I was shapely, because I had small but perky, round breasts, a tight ass, a clean little pussy and pale ivory skin. My hair is dark...

If any has not read the first part, you need to do so first before you read this.  It will make more sense if you do.Our Secret: Part TwoWell, here I am again. Sitting at my desk, my laptop open, and my journal projecting on the screen. This is yet another entry about Misty and me and our secret. I still feel like it is not “our secret” any more since I am writing about it, but I am the only one that has access to this la...