Early that evening, Hailey was watching a movie with Brian. Her father and mother were both gone until later that night. Brian's friend and Hailey's main interest, Justin, had said he would be over around six or seven, but he hadn't shown yet. A little after seven, the doorbell rang. Hailey jumped up to answer it, being sure it was Justin at the door. She was at least partially right. It was Justin but he also had his fri...

It was a Friday, no classes for Brian, and Hailey's parents had gone for the day. Brian and Hailey were alone in the house and he had decided it was time for him to loosen up a little. He had shown up for breakfast wearing only a pair of boxers. Hailey was wearing, what had become quite commonplace when her father was not around, a worn-out man's shirt and a pair of panties - no bra. The doorbell rang. "Oh shit," Brian bl...

As they were eating breakfast, the guys continually suggested that Hailey should take the shirt off. She resisted playfully, saying it might happen sometime, but asserting that this was not the time. She did however undo one button after another and let the shirt flop around, providing brief glimpses of her tits and pussy. Hailey cleared the table and as she was putting the dishes in the dishwasher, the guys started a cha...

(continued from the previous chapter) As she handed Justin his drink, she took a second or two longer than she had with the others. Justin made no attempt to disguise where he was looking. "I was hoping you would burn your panties too," he said in a low voice. "Actually, I didn't burn the bra either," Hailey responded, also in a low voice. Then she bent over even further and whispered, "I just left it in the drawer." She...

It was Saturday morning. Hailey's parents had gone to Dallas for the weekend and Hailey was alone at the breakfast table with the family's house guest, Brian. He asked, "So what are we going to do tonight?" "It's date night. I've got a date," Hailey replied apologetically. Brian gave Hailey a disappointed look. "I had one too, but I blew it off." "Blew it off... why?" Hailey demanded. "I thought you might want to practice...

"Ooops!" Hailey said as she retreated into the hall, "I thought you were still in bed." Brian was seated at the kitchen table with his back to the hallway door. At the sound of Hailey's voice, he turned. "Still in bed," he asked, "At 8:30... why would you think that?" Hailey was mostly hidden behind the door frame. "Well uh... your bedroom door was closed, so I just assumed -" "Bad assumption," he said, "And why are you h...

When the game was over and their guests had departed, Hailey headed for the bathroom while Brian stretched out on the couch, watching highlights of the day's games. He looked up from the television as Hailey returned. She had changed. She was wearing a rather old dress shirt, probably stolen from her father. The shirt was sufficiently long that Brian couldn't tell what she might be wearing under it, but if the past was an...

It was Sunday, and when Hailey came out of the bedroom, Brian was parked in front of the TV. Looking up, he observed, "After seeing you in as little as panties and a T-shirt, I wasn't expecting to see you in something so conservative. You do remember that your parents are gone for the day." "Yes, I remember... but conservative?" Hailey replied, "Not what Daddy would have thought. He would say that this was way too tight,...

A couple of Fridays later, while Hailey and Brian were finishing breakfast, the doorbell rang. "Now who could that be at this time of morning?" Hailey wondered aloud. "Well," Brian replied, "I'm going to guess it's a friend of mine from school, so you might want to put something more on." Hailey felt that Brian was acting too much like a real brother might. She side-stepped his suggestion that she put on more clothes, ask...

The Tinder guy arrives at my condo at 9.  He is larger than his picture.  He is hot and that’s deliberate on my part.  His name is (and I kid you not) Lance.  I hope it refers to his dick.  Lance is tall and heavy-muscled.  My mouth waters.  When he sees me, his eyes take their time looking me up and down.  Will I measure up?  I have dressed to impress.  Is he impressed?  Wearing a too-high skirt and a too-tight top with...

I had to admit to a certain level of fear.  So far, Mom’s boyfriend Dexter had used a beer bottle to play with my breasts as a warmup to certain unnamed frivolities in the bedroom with my mom.  I had scored a hundred dollars and a Polaroid camera by letting Dexter’s son, fat Bobby, fingerbang me.  Although I came, squirted really, my pussy throbbed and not in a good way until Monday morning.  The next week at school went...

Chapter Two. At breakfast the next morning, Dexter is still here.  I slink in not wanting to meet their eyes, his eyes.  Last night, I let this man touch my breasts.  Okay, I let his sweaty beer bottle touch and massage my breasts.  This middle-aged man saw me naked, well, saw my best assets naked.  Other than a hard-on pushing against my ass, this resulted in my mother getting the pounding of her life.  Without the beer...