(First off, I’d like to say thank you to the readers who gave my first story a good rating, and an even bigger thank you to the people who also offered kind words of encouragement. I hope you all fancy the second part just as well.) And there I was still standing naked in the…
“Girls you need to get up,” Jenny’s dad said walking into her room. I sat up in Jenny’s double bed and looked at the dark figure moving across the room. The room was pitch black and I could just barely see the outline of her dad as he walked towards the curtains and pulled them…
Family affairs is a series of short, incestuous stories – originally intended as one offs, I may continue some or all, depending on feedback. Part 1 – Anna’s story My parents were away for a couple of weeks so my younger brother, Tom and I were trusted to look after the house. I was nearly…
Family affairs is a series of short, incestuous stories – originally intended as one offs, I may continue some or all, depending on feedback. Friday night and I lay awake listening to the soft sound of sobbing coming through the wall from my Parent’s room; I thought he had finished this a few days ago,…
Family affairs is a series of short, incestuous stories – originally intended as one offs, I may continue some or all, depending on feedback. I remember the day well, who could forget such a momentous thing. It was a couple of days before my 17 th birthday, I stood and examined myself in the mirror,…
Firstly a little about me; Ginger isn’t my real name, of course, it’s a sort of pet name. As you’d expect, it stems from my hair colour, not fiery red, but a rich chestnut colour. Not everyone calls me it, my father did, in fact it started with him, my husband does and some of…
It’s been five years since I last saw him, but his image was fresh in my mind. My brother was just barely six feet tall. His light bluish gray eyes were deep and full of life. He had a small, feminine body, with smooth soft skin. His dark black hair went almost to his…
“Fuck me harder baby!” I moaned loudly as my boyfriend ploughed my pussy. It was a week after my sixteenth birthday and my boyfriend and I had been fucking non-stop since then, when I finally let him take my virginity after he spoiled me all day. Ever since that night we couldn’t get enough of…
It was about 11pm Sunday night and I was at my parents housewatching TV in the living room. I turned down the TV trying to listen in onwhat was going on upstairs. At first it was a nagging creek that I managed toignore. Over the past ten minutes the commotion and racket was very obvious….
It had been over a year since my Daddy had taken my virginity. We had continued to enjoy sex, and we had managed to keep it a secret from the rest of the family and his occasional girlfriends. However we didn’t get to fuck as often as we waned because I shared a room with…
Our father stepped farther into the room. “Okay, so here’s a plan. For tonight and tomorrow night, we will get to know the remaining two people of the opposite sex sexually. Next weekend James and Alisha can come home again and we will have some fun as an entire family.” “Sounds good,” said our mother….
Alexis’ breath quickened as her brother’s strong fingers slowly pulled her moist but tight pussy lips apart. Her back arched as the tip of his tongue slid inside her. Terry’s mouth worked slowly, savoring the nectar of his sister’s delicious pussy. Alexis’ fingers tightened in his hair as the length of his tongue crept inside…
Hi, my name is Michael and this is a story of how my life changed on my sister’s 16th birthday. Let me give you a little info, so you will understand where I’ve been and where I’m going. I’m 18 years old, about 3 months past my last birthday. I’m 5′ 10″, I have short, dark brown…
Completely naked. I was to spend my daycleaning and working completely naked! I was horribly embarrassed to be forced to walk in front of everyone with not a stitch of clothing on. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad except that I garnered the attention of everyone who passed me. I was horrified to have…
My father stood in the doorway to my room and through the bitter moonlight I could see he wasn’t happy. His scowl had a way of sucking the air out of a room. We were all terrified of that scowl. I found myself wanting to do anything to make him not stand in my doorway…
