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  • He still could remember the first time he heard his sister cum. He instinctively crouched down nearer to the doors floor vent. He could hear her more clearly than standing. Her little moans escaping her room to her voyeuristic brother. Once or twice he thought he could hear her fingers glide slowly in and out of her but it was mostly drowned out by her quiet moans. After a few minutes she gave a couple intense quiet whimpers and faded into silence. Once his breathing returned to normal he got up as quietly as he could and retreated to his room. Funnily enough he didnt masterbate immediatly after. The shock of it all probably made him less aroused and more curious. His mother was less discreet with her sexual escapades. In his room he gay could hear his parents having sex pretty clearly if it was silent. Listening he would imagine his mother sliding up and down his shaft in sync with the motion he made with his hand while jerking off. He would always try to match up perfectly his hand, imagination and her moans. He didn't perv so much on them nowadays though. Now he would just put on some headphones, even if he did permit some passing fantasies and a jerk off session or two listening to his parent’s sex. He parked in the driveway and headed to the front door. He found his mother in the kitchen leaning against a counter reading something on her phone. She wore a robe tied around her waist, hugging her body and ending about half way up her toned thighs. The small parting the robe made between her legs only hinted at a better glimpse of what lay underneath. The robe parted at the bottom of her breasts giving a noticeable eye full of her cleavage. John figured it couldn't be very far off from her nipples. After giving her a meaningful but surely unnoticeable glance he greeted her cheerfully, “Hey mom, how’s it going?” Her eyes shot up from her phone and her face immediately lit up when she saw John. “Hey baby, I was so zoned into my phone I didn’t even hear you come in!” she skipped over to him and gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, seizing from him the opportunity for a longer feel of her body. “Tell me about your day,” she said with a smile, moving to the living room. John slung off his backpack near the front door and followed his mother. “Same ol’ really. Went to Ashley's house for a bit,” he said, sitting down on the sofa. He sneaked a glance at her inner thigh as she sat down on the opposite end, lifting her feet up with her. Her eyes lit up when he mentioned Ashley and a sly grin crept up her cheeks. “Now I'm really interested,” she said as she pulled a pillow underneath her legs so that they were slightly propped up, her feet reaching near John’ legs. The robes parting on her thighs widened a little more but only revealed shadow. He was getting a good view of her legs and cleavage though. “You sure you can handle it?” He teased. “Of course” she said, her anticipation growing steadily. Along with the erotic sights that often occured in the family came a different sexual activity. “It means I excite you, doesn’t it?” My toes curled and relaxed. A devious smile spread across Erin's face, and she gay decided to tease Sean and make him horny for the rest of the day. Her pained breathing slowed to a crawl, and with a final gasp, it stopped. You’re going to send me these photos, right? “Slave holly will demonstrate it for you.” She failed to stop and express her feelings, but I swear I felt her tongue dive even deeper into my slit. I hear Fred’s voice behind me asking me a question, “David, didn’t you mention that you had 4 guys from the Secret Service willing to be your bodyguards and Jill’s? Maybe you need to hire them. The men cheered and I moaned as the spanks began to get firmer. You can't be serious. Her bath is drawn and ready for my duty of bathing her. I saw them looking in the window the whole time I was in the shower.
  • My hips were starting to get rounded and I did like the way I looked in a pair of jeans or shorts. My legs were and still are my best feature, they are tan and looked long, especially under a cheerleading skirt. I used to get compliments on them all the time. I got out of the shower and slipped on a t-shirt, panties, and these very same sponge bob pants. I left my hair wet and it was already starting to curl up a little. I did always like the way it looked wet. My room is a mess. I can’t seem to get motivated to clean it. Sort of like my life now. No motivation to do anything. He took that from me, the bastard. I get so angry when I think of that night and what he did to me. How dare he? How dare he take my future, crush all my dreams in one night? I have had visions of what I would do to him if I ever find him. They are not pretty. I strip my clothes off and step into the shower. I close my eyes and remember more. I remember thinking I was thirsty and went downstairs to get a drink of water. That was, and still is, a pretty much nightly thing, I always like a fresh glass of water before I go to bed. That hasn’t changed but now the fear comes with it. The lights were off downstairs but there was enough light in the kitchen for me to see where I was going and I used to like the dark, it was soothing. I guess he counted on that because I didn’t notice anything until I felt a hand over my mouth as I opened the cupboard to get a glass. I screamed but there was no sound as his hand was completely over my mouth. I should have bit him, but hey, hindsight is 20/20. I would be way more vicious now, at least I think I would. I struggled but his other hand grabbed my left arm and pulled it hard behind my back. I got the message and stopped moving. “Calm down, baby girl.” I remember him whispering in my ear, his hot breath on my neck. I stayed still, trying to slow down my breathing and not panic. He was not moving either, just holding gay his hand over my mouth and my arm far enough up in the back to be on the edge of pain. “That’s magic baby, right on my clit,” Jan groans as she orgasms once, twice, three times, then four times in quick succession. Jon smiled, and said that I didn’t look bad at all, he then asked me to bend forward, and I suddenly realised why he had swapped the top for a 34C, as I looked down I could see inside the top, and there were my nipples clearly visible, not touching the front of the top. “You're so huge. Will blood be drawn? I want to make you feel gay . . . My futa-sister's lips found the top folds of my pussy. My mind was exploding. I get why I need to stop, but it just helped me overall. They asked me if there was any beer, which I told them that we had purposely not bought any alcohol as I wanted this to be a family friendly event. “Samantha!” Julie exclaimed in feigned shock, “Thinking about a teacher that way!”