On Sunday morning, I woke up earlier than usual for a Sunday. I lay in bed, wondering how to get myself out of this predicament. If my sister wasn't bluffing and I confronted her, I'd be in bigger trouble than I could imagine. If she was bluffing and I gave in, she might betray me, and I'd be in trouble again.

I thought long and hard about the situation and finally decided that the first thing I should do was talk to Buck.

Buck was Gloria's 15-year-old brother. Gloria was a 13-year-old girl who was friends with my 12-year-old sister, Patty. Buck was the oldest boy in our group, and with his thick 20 cm cock covered by a dense, dark bush, he was someone we were always looking for exciting things to jerk off to.

“Kyle!” “Time to get up, son,” Mom called as she knocked on my door.

"Okay. I'll be right there," I called back.

I got up, put on shorts and a shirt, and then quickly went to the bathroom. When I was ready, I went into the kitchen for breakfast. As I approached the door, I could smell the waffles. Waffles with syrup were Patty's favorite breakfast, so we had them every Sunday.

I went inside and sat down. Patty was already sitting across from me, but I could barely look at her because I was afraid she might say something wrong with Mom and Dad there. I glanced up briefly and saw Patty watching me eat. She noticed me looking and gave me a slightly wicked, sexy look. That threw me off balance as I tried to figure out what she was thinking.

We chatted over lunch about school, work, the weather, and a few other harmless topics. Dad wanted to work in the garden and asked me to help him, as if I had a choice. Patty had to help Mom clean the kitchen before she could eat. I was allowed to play in her room until it was time for her to help with lunch.

Dad and I finished gardening and went inside to freshen up. I took a shower to wash off the sweat and dirt, but as I was about to throw my dirty laundry in the basket, I saw a pair of my sister's panties lying on top. They were spread out there as if they'd been put there on purpose. I looked at them closely, and my penis immediately sprang to attention.

"Could this be a trick? I wonder if she thinks I'll figure it out and put it back for her to find. If so, will she tell Mom or will it excite her?" "Maybe they were put there for me to take and keep until the next time I can take something with me to meet the boys," I told myself as I stepped into the shower.

I thought about the panties and about talking to Buck about what Patty and Gloria wanted while I washed all the dirt off my naked body. My 14 cm long, hard penis received special attention as I rubbed it with soap several times.

My testicles and fine pubic hair were also thoroughly cleaned. I finished my shower and got out of the tub to dry myself. My penis, which had gone somewhat limp, sprang back to life when I glanced at my sister's panties. Thinking it was a plot to get me into even more trouble, I left it as it was and threw my dirty clothes over it. I changed into clean clothes and went to call Buck before lunch.

"Hey Buck, this is Kyle," I said as he answered the phone.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I have a problem," I told him.

"You and me both!" he shouted.

I suspected that his sister had already said something to him, and asked: "Your sister?"

“Yes,” he replied quickly. 

Since I didn't want to say much on the phone, I suggested we talk in person. I asked him if we could meet somewhere safe after lunch. He agreed, and we soon had a place and time to meet. I hung up and turned around. Patty was looking at me with gentle brown eyes and a ponytail.

"Lunch is ready," she said, smiling.

“Okay,” I replied, wondering if the smile was a sign that I had better work on the problem.

We both went inside and sat down to lunch. Mom asked what we were doing today. Patty said Gloria was coming over to play. That was good news, since I wanted to go out. I told Mom I was going out, but not where or who I was meeting. I didn't want Patty to know I was meeting up with Buck to see what we could do. Then again, I think she probably already knew.

After lunch, I set off and met Buck at our agreed-upon location. We checked to see if we were being followed and began working on our problem. He told me what his sister had told him, and I told Buck what Patty had said. The stories matched up pretty closely, so we assumed the blackmail was legitimate.

"So what should we do?" I asked.

“Do we have a choice?” Buck replied.

After a pause, I replied: "Probably not. But how should we do it?"

This time it was Buck who paused briefly before answering. "Well, we have one thing on our side: both our sisters are hot. And to be honest, I've been thinking about their naked pussies quite a lot lately," he finally admitted.

Excitedly, I asked: "Have you seen your sister's naked pussy?"

"Well, not lately. But I bet it's cute. I see her panties lying around all the time and, well... you know. I'm just not sure if she had hair around them or not," he said, as I noticed his penis growing in his shorts.

I wasn't looking, but I felt my own arousal growing as he talked about his sister's bare pussy and her panties. I admitted that I, too, was curious about my sister's pussy and what it looked like.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked, to get the conversation going again.

"Well, we have a few weeks before we have to make a decision. Then it's your turn to bring something we can ejaculate onto at the meeting," Buck informed me.

"Do you really think they would go through with it? I mean, getting naked in front of all the guys and letting them spray their sperm all over their bodies, like we did with Stevie?" I asked.

“Do you think we have a choice? If we don’t at least give them a chance, they’ll betray us,” he reminded me.

"That's right." I agreed.

After another half hour of deliberation, we hatched a plan. Buck would tell his 13-year-old sister that we weren't allowed to do anything until it was our turn. He would tell her that it would be my turn in two weeks and Patty would go first, but that his sister would have to be there and watch. Gloria wouldn't be allowed to undress, say anything, or do anything. She could only be present and watch. Then it would be her turn the following week, and Patty would sit and watch.

I wanted to tell Patty the same thing, and if she didn't agree, it would be difficult because we couldn't jump the queue before the other person's turn. I also wanted to tell Patty that I wanted to take her panties. The panties I wanted to ask for were my favorite. They were pink with red hearts on them. The sides were just a single piece of elastic, with no extra fabric. Then I wanted to explain to my sister exactly what I was going to do and what she would have to do. Finally, I wanted to explain what the boys would do and what would happen. I thought if I described the situation in detail, she might back out. Probably not, but it was worth a try.

As planned, Buck spoke with his sister that evening, and I spoke with Patty. Later that evening, I called Buck, and the result was the same. Not only did they agree to the terms, but they were both even more excited by them. I'm not sure about Buck, but my almost 14-year-old brain started to overheat at the thought of ejaculating all over my sister's naked body.

The following week, we went to our regular masturbation session, and without telling the guys what would happen over the next two weeks, we both ejaculated loads of semen onto the nude photos that had been brought along. The week passed, and Patty and I barely spoke about the upcoming Saturday. I only mentioned that I still wanted to bring the panties to the session. She told me I would pick them up before the session. The panties she had left me a few weeks earlier were placed in the laundry basket in the bathroom so it would look like she had put them there.

Before I knew it, I woke up on Saturday morning. My morning wood was much harder than usual, possibly because I hadn't come since the previous Saturday. A week without ejaculating was almost unheard of for me, but I wanted as much sperm as possible. I hadn't seen my sister's bare pussy since she was a child and was very curious to see what it looked like and whether it was hairy. Since it was laundry day, I knew I had to get up and move around, especially if I wanted my favorite breakfast. I slipped into shorts and a shirt and quickly went to the bathroom. When I was finished, I went into the kitchen. My plate of food was waiting for me at my place, and my sister was already eating across from me.

I could never understand how that girl could eat so much and still stay so thin and sweet. I sat down and said "Good morning" to my mother. She said the same and then launched into her usual "wash day" speech. I think my sister and I knew it by heart by then, but we still let Mom tell it to us. I would steal glances at my sister while we ate, and every time I limped, I'd get that sweet little girl smile. Once, when Mom wasn't looking, she even licked her lips suggestively. I'm not sure where she got the idea, but I thought it was Gloria.

We had finished breakfast, and Patty and I got up to do our morning chores. As Patty stood up and came around the table, I noticed her shorts. They were really cute denim shorts, like the ones she'd worn last year that were now too small for her. With my eyes on her pussy, I left the kitchen and went into the hallway. I walked past her bedroom door and into my room.

Just as I was about to enter my room, I heard Patty call:
„Hey … Kyle …“

I turned around to see what she wanted and got punched in the face. I reached up and pulled it off. I looked at it and saw it was Patty's panties, which I needed for the meeting. I glanced into the room and saw Patty's head sticking out of the door, so I couldn't see her body.

When I touched it and noticed that it was still warm, I knew she had worn it under those sexy shorts at breakfast.

Patty then said, giggling: "I told you you'd get my panties in time."

Then she disappeared back into her room before I could say or do anything. For some reason, I held her crotch to my nose and sniffed it, which brought my 14 cm penis to life. I smelled a little girl's pussy and knew that nothing in the house would ever be the same again.

I tidied my room and threw my dirty laundry into the hallway. I pulled the sheets off my bed to make sure the semen stains weren't visible while they were lying in the hallway. I finished my homework for the weekend and finally got dressed for my afternoon adventure. I had just finished when Mom called us for lunch.

Patty came out of her room around the same time I came out of mine. It was a little disappointing that she wasn't wearing the short shorts. She'd put on pull-up shorts, which weren't tight at all. I said that I liked the other shorts better, and her answer was quite surprising. "I believe you, but I can get these off much faster," she giggled.

I didn't need to hear or think anything like that. Right at that moment. My penis instantly grew to its full length and was as hard as a flagpole. No matter what I thought about, it just wouldn't go down, and Patty knew it. I cautiously peeked into the room, and when I saw Mom look away from the table, I slipped in and sat down. Patty knew exactly what was going on and why I was doing what I was doing, and she started giggling loudly. "Who made you giggle?" Mom asked, looking at Patty. Giggling again, she said, "Oh... no one." I just thought of something funny.

At lunch, Mom asked us what we were doing that afternoon. I told her I was meeting up with some boys, and Patty grinned at me and licked her lips again. When Patty was asked, she said that she and Gloria were doing something special. We finished lunch, and I went to the bathroom one last time before we went outside. Patty was already waiting for me outside.

"You didn't think you'd escape me so easily, did you?" Patty said sharply.

“No. I’m not that lucky,” I said bluntly.

"Well, maybe you'll enjoy it more than you thought," she said, looking stern.

"And perhaps even a little more than you expected," I countered.

I told her for the first time where the meeting would take place and where she should wait until I called her name. I reminded her that Gloria could only sit and watch without saying or doing anything. Then she went to Gloria, and I set off for the scheduled group meeting.

The meeting place for this week was a clubhouse behind the house of one of the 12-year-old boys. It was a decent size and actually quite nicely furnished. I knocked discreetly and opened the door. When I entered, I saw six boys, and with me, there would be seven. Buck looked at me and smiled, as if he was genuinely glad to see me. I smiled back. I heard someone say that we were all there and could begin. One of the 12-year-olds, my sister, was out of town and would miss the event. Since the "host" knew we were all there and ready, he told us to get undressed. As I began to undress, it hit me like a bolt of lightning. Not only would I see my sister's bare pussy, but she would also see my cock. And not only that, she would also see me jerking off and cumming. I wondered if that was why she was giggling so much about the situation. The thing was, I only had one thing on my mind, and that was my sister's bare pussy. It was too late to back out now, even if I had wanted to.

“Kyle, what have you brought with you today?” asked the 12-year-old “host”.

As planned, I reached into my shorts pocket and took out my little sister's panties.

With many "Mmmms," "Ohhhs," and "Ahhhs," I laid it flat on the floor in the middle of the room. Almost instantly, the penises in the room began to grow. The boys all gathered around the panties and were on their knees in a flash.

"Now I have to put my plan into action," I thought.

"Wait a minute, guys. Before you start jerking off, I have a question for all of you," I blurted out.

With a few unhappy sighs, everyone paused and asked what my question had been.

"What would you rather masturbate to than my sister's panties?" I asked.

"What is it?", asked Chad.

I took a deep breath and said, "My sister herself."

Laughter erupted. The only ones who didn't laugh were Buck and me. Nobody thought I was serious, but one of the 14-year-old boys said it would be better if I did, but where was she?

"Okay, sister. Come in!" I called.

The door opened and my sister and Gloria came in. All the boys were quite surprised when I announced that this was my sister Patty and the other girl Gloria.

"Patty is my absolute wanking prop of the day," I said. "Is that okay with everyone?" I asked.

All the boys nodded, and I told my sister to get undressed and showed Gloria where she could sit and watch. Patty started to undress as she looked at the boys and their packages. She had taken off her shirt and pulled down her shorts when she spotted Billy.

Patty froze, looked directly at Billy and said, "Billy! I didn't know you were here."

"Shh... I won't tell if you don't," he said.

Billy was 12 years old and in my sister's class, and I didn't know it. He had a sizable, 10-centimeter-long, fairly thick penis that shot out a decent amount of sperm. Patty couldn't back out anymore, and I knew she wouldn't try to blackmail me again. When things had calmed down a bit, she took off her bra and panties. I helped her onto the floor after moving her panties out of the way. It was kind of awkward. I'd been afraid she might see me naked, but now that Billy and she knew each other, it seemed like a childish thing to do.

The seven of us surrounded Patty while Gloria sat in the corner where she could see. With seven big, hard cocks above her, she had plenty to look at as we caressed her. I planned to stand between her spread legs to get a good view of her pussy. I looked closer as I caressed her and saw that she was bare between her legs, but not because it was natural. It was because she had shaved her pussy, which excited me even more.

If all the guys were as excited as I was, then this was going to be a record-breaking wanking session. The last thing I wanted to see was all the dicks and balls being played with. I only had eyes for Patty and her body. I took in her body from her shaved pussy to her sexy little belly button, her small but noticeable breasts and hard nipples, all the way to her beautiful face and eyes.

I made eye contact with her before scanning her body in the other direction. I did this over and over again, feeling my balls about to explode. During one of my eye contacts, I smiled at her and let her know I found her really cute and sexy. She smiled back, but then she lowered her gaze to my hard 14 cm cock and balls before looking back into my eyes and smiling at me again.

That told me he liked my body and what I would do with her. The more I caressed her and the more I looked at her body, the more aroused I became. I reached the point where, if everyone else weren't in the room, I would have let myself go and pushed my cock deep inside her pussy. I started fantasizing about fucking my sister when I felt the semen flowing through my body. A few seconds later, I came with a huge load.

The first spurt hit her just below her breasts and flowed down to her labia. The second spurt hit her navel and covered her labia even more. The third spurt was more of a trickle, landing perfectly between her labia. I let go of my cock and looked around for the first time since I'd started. I glanced up as Buck shot both loads of cum, landing on her lips, chin, and nipples. Billy quickly followed, covering her flat stomach. Chad shot a huge load of cum with his 16-year-old cock, covering both her breasts and her stomach. The others continued to spray all over her body as she squealed with pleasure.

Buck hadn't quite finished spraying her with cum when I started stroking my still semi-erect cock again. I figured this might be my only chance, so I was determined to shoot a second load. The problem was, all the guys were so horny that I didn't have much time. I jerked off hard and fast, and just after the last guy came, I landed another load right on her hairless, cum-covered pussy.

We were all out of breath, and as our cocks went limp, we tried to calm ourselves down. We shook out our last drops of semen onto her wet, naked body, just before admiring the mess we'd made. Amidst giggles and laughter, we talked about how many times we'd all come. I looked between her spread legs and saw her sweet pussy peeking out from under a layer of semen. I couldn't help myself. I leaned forward and began licking her semen-covered pussy.

The other guys noticed she wasn't complaining and started licking parts of her body too. I'd never seen a pussy up close before, let alone licked one, but as I started licking my sister's cunt, I felt my cock spring back and my desire to fuck her return. Patty started moaning as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her. I found her clit and paid it special attention, noticing it was getting bigger and harder. The other guys, not only having practically licked her clean, also sat back down and watched, seeing how turned on she was by what I was doing to her.

Now that I had some room, I spread her legs wider and pushed my face inside as far as I could. My nose rubbed her clit while my tongue explored her pussy, searching for the juices that were there. Suddenly, she started to tremble. She grabbed my head and pulled me tightly into her cleft, fucking my face and pressing her hard clit against my nose. Suddenly, she thrust again, exhaled heavily, and went limp. I had given my sister her first orgasm without even realizing it. I pulled out, and when the other guys saw that everything was okay, they started clapping and cheering. Patty, who no longer thought she was being watched, felt embarrassed for the first time. We all cleaned her up and got dressed. I took her panties, which I had brought with me, and put them in my pocket.

I took her by the hand and walked her home. Patty turned around as we left the building, looked at Gloria, and said, "Your turn next week." I'm sure when all the boys heard that, they went home and jerked off again. Patty and I talked on the way home, and that's when I found out she'd only done it because Gloria wanted her brother to fuck her. I was told not to tell him, but she hoped he'd at least make her come, like I'd made her. We got home just in time for dinner.

We sat down to eat, and Mom and Dad asked if we'd had a nice day. We looked at each other and said together, "Yes." That evening, after dinner, I masturbated into my sister's panties, which I'd put in my bag. I brought them to her and showed her the semen in her crotch. She smiled, brought them to her lips, and licked them clean. Then she took off her shorts and panties and put them back on before putting her shorts back on. She wore them like that for the rest of the night. Just before she showered, she took them off, gave them to me, and asked if she could have some more. While she was showering, I ejaculated another load inside her so she could lick them.

At some point, oral sex wasn't enough anymore, and she begged me to fuck her. Without hesitation, I did, and soon it became a habit. From that day on, we weren't shy about showing each other our bodies. We even masturbate in front of each other from time to time. She loves it when I lick her pussy and make her come. I also love the blowjobs she gives me. You might be wondering what happened to Gloria the following week.

We all met up, and this time Buck got to go between his sister's legs. She was just as covered in cum as Patty, but the only difference was that when I came, I was thinking about my sister's pussy and body, not Gloria. Gloria never knew how big her brother's cock was, and when she saw it, she changed her mind and didn't want him to fuck her. She enjoyed him giving her oral sex, but since he had a girlfriend, he didn't pay attention to his sister the way I did to mine. Eventually, Gloria persuaded Patty to lick her pussy, but they let me watch, which I found really hot.

Most of the time, after watching them lick each other to orgasm, I would take Patty home and fuck her until I shot a huge load of sperm deep inside her body.

Patty never told Gloria that I was fucking her because she didn't want to share my cock with her.

That was fine with me, because between the masturbation sessions, licking and oral sex with Patty, and fucking my sister's pussy, I really didn't have enough sperm left to take care of another little girl.

End

There I was, still thirteen, but I was a freshman at high school, though I would soon be fourteen. I didn't know why my mother wanted a big birthday party for me, but I absolutely rejected the idea, except for a few of my best friends, my parents, and my grandparents.

Of course, among my best friends there were also guys who knew nothing about my money, those who were polite enough to mention that they were taking money from a guy for oral sex to give to a girl, and those who only asked for a blowjob. I have to say, both were quite a challenge.

Two days after school started, the doorbell rang after I had come home and wasn't expecting any visitors, but there were three boys standing there. I knew two of them: Andy, who was a senior, Dave, a junior, and a third I didn't know.

I hugged Andy and Dave. "So, do you two want a blowjob today?" I smiled. Andy was working a few days at a restaurant and earning good tips. Dave was a lifeguard and would be working for a few more weeks before the pool closed.

“Of course,” Dave said. “I didn’t have one all summer, except for two, once on the Fourth of July and once on Labor Day. So, this is Hans. He’s an exchange student from Wiesbaden. He doesn’t know how to suck a cock. We want to show him how it’s done.”

“Exactly,” said Andy. “Dave speaks a little German, but we think a demonstration by Dave and me would get it across.”

“Yes, the computer says something like, ‘Do you give a hand?’ It’s like, ‘You’re giving me a blowjob,’” said Andy.

"So, are you ready to give Dave a blowjob first, and then me?"

“Sure,” I said. “I needed to buy new clothes and stuff.” When should I start? I grinned as Dave gestured for Hans to stand in front of him.

“Now,” Dave said, opening his pants, letting them fall, and his penis sprang out. His penis was perhaps a little over ten centimeters long, but thick.
Of course, I placed my pillow in front of Dave, whom I'd given head to three or four times in the past two years. While Dave and Andy smiled, I pulled off my school shirt and dropped to my knees. Then I slipped my right hand inside Dave's cock and slid it into my mouth to suck him. I showed off a little, sucking on his balls, running my lips down his shaft, and taking the pink head into my mouth to speed up, knowing he was close to coming. There was no question Dave would spit out his cum—he would swallow it.

"Looks good, Dave," Andy said, his belt already loose and his zipper down. From the corner, I saw Dave pause as I watched Dave's cheeks swallow my semen.

Andy laughed. "Okay, it's my turn," he said as I took my mouth away from Andy's shrinking penis. In a flash, Dave and Andy switched places as I took Andy's 15-centimeter penis into my mouth and began sucking on it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Andy's cheeks rise and fall as I brought his cock to a hard-on, waiting for him to come. A minute later, he came as I began to swallow his semen. As always, a great taste.

As I pulled my mouth away from Andy's limp penis, Hans laughed. "You're giving me a blowjob." "Miss, will you suck me one too?"

“Yes,” I said. “You’ll be the first German I suck.” I remained kneeling on the cushion.

“No. “Gretchen, to my house,” said Hans, smiling.

"Anyway," I said. "Take off your pants and underwear." 

Hans looked at me, smiled, and began to pull down his trousers. As his waist revealed his underwear and boxer shorts, I saw the tip of a penis emerge. It glistened like a bright pink spear, dripping with pre-cum. It must have been at least 14 centimeters long, maybe more. I immediately and without hesitation took it inside me and then began to slide his penis between my lips and mouth. It was fast, but pleasurable. He groaned, "That's good! Very good!" I estimated that Hans had his penis in my mouth for about three minutes before he groaned, "I'm coming."

His enormous penis flooded my mouth. "Shit," I managed to say. This is going to be interesting! I stood up and swallowed five times. Hans held out his hand and shook it. He stood close to me, speaking in a low voice.

"Okay. My English is good. I just like to stick to the 'QT', as they say. I'd like to talk to you, just you and me. Okay?" I stood still, and it felt like an eternity.

"What do you want to talk about, other than me giving you a blowjob?" I asked.

"Hazel, I have to tell you that my family is very rich. You've obviously heard of Junkers. And that doesn't mean 'junk'."

“I’ve heard about that,” I said. “What’s going on?”

My parents and some others know that in Germany and Austria, not to mention several other countries, efforts are underway to revive Nazi ideology. Many people, including those in Europe, the USA, and other countries, are working toward this goal. My parents and others are working to prevent a repeat of what happened in Europe in 1942. Perhaps children our age can learn about what is happening right now.

"Sounds bad. But what can be done?" I asked.

“Making sure everyone gets what they need,” Hans replied.

"That sounds like a good idea," I replied.

"Ah. I'd like to fuck you soon," said Hans.

"Uh, that's not really what we do here," I said. "I offer blowjobs, not sex."

"Nevertheless, I would like to fuck you. You are a very pretty girl."

"Thank you." Even as Hans said that, I wondered if he was actually going to fuck me. The only guy I'd ever slept with before was Jerry. Sure, I'd given blowjobs to a few guys, but I was pretty sure Hans wasn't going to put his dick in my pussy.

Two days later, the doorbell rang. My parents were at work, Jerry now had a part-time job, and I had to open the door. It was Hans. "May I come in?" Hans said.

"Sure. Why not?" I asked, looking at the very handsome Hans. I glanced down at his crotch. It really did look like Hans had an erection.
I smiled at him. Without thinking, I said, "Let's go to my room. Okay?"

"Oh, very good, of course," Hans said, smiling. Without thinking, I held out my hand to Hans, and he took it. I sat down on my bed and patted the seat next to me. Hans immediately sat down beside me. "Very nice," he said, and took my hand again.

“Thank you,” I said. “But no sex for a while,” I replied.

“Oh, soon, I think,” Hans said, putting his arm around me and his hand on my shoulder. Then he turned his face to mine and kissed me. Unlike with some other boys, his tongue immediately came out and began kissing me. Deeply and probingly, and I couldn't do anything but return that deep kiss. The thought flashed through my mind that Hans was going to sleep with me and that Mom had prescribed me the pill.

The kiss seemed to last forever, but I found myself falling deeper and deeper under his spell as we kissed. I was wearing a pink blouse and blue shorts. I was glad I was wearing a bra today, and that my panties were normal, not the bikini or thong I sometimes wore, especially around Jerry. But Hans grabbed the hem of my blouse, and within seconds he had pulled it off and thrown it to the other side of my bed. The kiss paused for a moment, allowing Hans to reach behind me and grab my bra hooks. "No, Hans."

"But of course, dear Hazel. Now that your two hooks are loose, please be so kind as to place your lovely frilly bra on the other side of your bed." Hans smiled and tossed my bra aside. "Ah, do me the honor of unbuckling my belt, zipper, and button. Would you do that?"

Almost dazed, I nodded as my hands worked on Hans's trousers. I could clearly see that I was now only wearing my shorts and briefs. Hans had his shirt on when, without thinking, I began to pull down his jeans. I stood up to take off his jeans, and then, without thinking, pulled off his boxer shorts. "How thoughtful," Hans said as his shorts were removed along with my briefs.

Hans smiled again. He lay down on my bed with his back to the floor, his penis pointing straight up. "No blowjob now, Hazel," he said. "Just take it in your mouth and suck on it for a few seconds until it's wet, okay?"

I did it, grabbed his balls and bounced up and down three times. "Now, sweet Hazel, hold my cock so you can lower yourself, hold my shoulders and let my cock devour your sweet pussy."

"Hans. I... I don't want to..."

“Of course you want that, Hazel. You want me to love you. You want my cock inside you. You want to feel my cock explode when I come. That’s why you feel as good as I do.” Even as Hans said this, he lifted me up to drop me onto my own bed, and then down again as I took control and started bouncing on his huge, bulbous mushroom cock, which I’d already seen three times. In a flash, I knew I was going to see and feel that cock more than once. Hans was taking control for me, and I liked the idea of bouncing on Hans’s cock.

"He's coming. My cock is offering you my sperm." And it did. Only Jerry and Cody had given me sperm before. Now there was a third, and I knew Hans would take my sperm as often as he wanted. Hans gave a short, friendly laugh. "Oh yeah. Soon." He was right. He lay on his back, his arms wrapped around me, his hands holding me down at first, until his cock felt like a baseball bat inside my pussy. But it felt good.

"Oh, Hans, what are you doing for me? It feels amazing. Like a baseball bat filling my pussy. OH! I came. I had an orgasm! Oh! Hans! What are you doing for me!"

"I'm coming!" Hans said joyfully. Finally, he gently lifted me from the bed. My legs stretched out as Hans dipped his hand inside me, pulled it out, and showed me the white semen. "Look! Taste your own juices and my semen!"

I did it. I looked at Hans and knew that I would do anything, anywhere, just to be near him.

The first thing that happened was that the number of teenage boys who had previously received a blowjob from me dwindled. Hans allowed me to continue giving blowjobs to a few boys, but usually it was me giving Hans a blowjob. Also, I usually gave Hans a blowjob at his house, in his room. Most of the time, though, I wasn't giving Hans a blowjob; he was having sex with me. Since I lived nearby and Hans's parents usually didn't show up before seven or seven-thirty, it was pretty easy for Hans and me to have sex several times a week.

So I got used to undressing myself first and then Hans so I could play with his cock until he nodded toward the bed, allowing me to lie on top of him and him to let us have sex. This almost led to a breakup after I finally decided to be his lover, or concubine, or even slut. Hans smiled about it and kissed me before we got into the doggy-style position. "Hazel, on your bed, spread your legs. I'll put some lube on your sweet ass and then some more on my cock. Then I'll slowly slide my cock into your pussy so we can really have some fun," Hans said, while I slowly considered it.

"You mean you want to fuck me in the ass?" I asked, half convinced.

"Well, you could say that," replied Hans. "But it will be alright, I promise."

“Okay,” I replied as Hans positioned himself, while I felt his large cock penetrate my now fourteen-year-old rosebud, which I couldn't see. At first it was tight, but then it became more comfortable.

“You’re good?” asked Hans, since I had already learned some German.

“Yes,” I replied. “Go.” I felt Hans penetrate me deeper. “It really didn’t hurt. It’s just… big!” Hans laughed at that. And that’s exactly what his cock did—it thrust into my ass, back and forth,
while I began to accept my ass as my pussy and Hans's huge cock. I thought I needed to learn more about sexual contact, even though I thought I already had.

When Hans arrived, because I had gotten everything out of him that he could handle, he withdrew and kissed me. I returned the favor. "You'll like this again," he said.

"Are you sure?" I asked, even though I saw his tail beginning to rise.

“Of course. Your cock will just slide right in. You’ll love it,” Hans said. He was right. Over the next month, Hans wanted to fuck my ass once a week and my pussy twice a week, not to mention a blowjob or two. Somehow, I managed to say “yes” and maybe give him a blowjob or two every two weeks. On the other hand, I jerked off a few guys when I told them my period was coming. Like many of my friends, I knew that men just didn’t understand what men really wanted.

Anyway, everyone knew I was Hans's girlfriend and off-limits to any guy who wanted a date with me. Even in class, the boys would smile at me or even ask me out. I always politely said "no." If there was a chance of a "yes," I found ways to avoid the persistent guy. I just hung out with Hans, kissed him in public, and didn't even notice when Hans slipped his hand under my top or even under my skirt if I was wearing one.

Around that time, Hans and I entered his house and went straight to his bedroom. He had his own bathroom, which I now used as well. This time, however, I had brought a fresh toothbrush and toothpaste. I also had one of my bras and two pairs of panties with me, a regular bra and a thong. That's how intertwined I was with Hans. I tried to figure out how I could sneak in a pair of jeans and one or two tops.

That didn't matter, of course. I put my toothbrush and toothpaste in Hans' bathroom, while my bra and panties were hidden behind Hans's underwear. Then Hans and I undressed each other and lay down on his bed. Hans, with his 6-inch cock, looked up at me. Wordlessly, I positioned myself over his cock to slide down and fuck myself. "I'm about to come," Hans said when he came seconds later. We both lay there and kissed until Hans was hard again. "Turn around, Hazel," he said. I smiled and turned onto my stomach. Then I spread my legs so Hans could insert his cock into my asshole. "Ah, yes," he said as I felt his cock slide in. Soon he was all the way down and started thrusting into my ass. "Oh, so good, my darling Hazel," Hans said as I hugged a pillow until he said, "Oh, I'm coming." We turned around, hugged, and talked about love until I had to get dressed and go home with my bra and bikini bottoms in my purse. I thought how great it was for a guy like Hans to be his girlfriend. That made me smile.

Arriving home, I got ready for bed after saying goodnight to my parents. Once in bed, I smiled at the thought of Hans and me. I was wearing one of my father's old shirts, which hung down to my knees. Without thinking, I pulled off my panties. My right hand slid to my vagina, and I began fingering my lips before slipping a finger inside and starting to rub myself. Soon, I was breathing heavily as I spread my legs. All I could think about was Hans and his 18-centimeter cock, first inside my pussy and then penetrating my asshole. I whispered softly, "Oh, Hans, fuck me. Please fuck me. Oh, it feels so good to put your beautiful cock inside me." Soon, my masturbation culminated in an orgasm, a climax, as my hand realized I was wet, very wet. Finally, I fell asleep thinking about sucking Hans's wonderful cock.

The next afternoon, I was at the mall. I was looking at the window displays of a department store. It had some very narrow aisles that looked like the perfect place for a couple to quickly kiss or just be romantic. I noticed a section with long dresses. There, visible to me, were Hans and an eighth-grader I knew from last year, Amy Lawrence.

I watched in horror and anger as Hans placed one hand on Amy's shoulder and, with the other, lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, lovingly exploring her spread legs. "Amy, that's enough," Hans said quietly. "My parents aren't home. We can go, just the two of us."

"Do you want to, Amy?" Hans asked. "I know your breasts must be beautiful. I want to see them. Is that okay?"

I heard Amy say, "Yes, Hans. That would be nice. But is it true that your thing is really big?" I gasped.

"That's it, Amy. I know you can enjoy many pleasures with my cock." With that, Hans took Amy's hand and led him away. I had no doubt that Amy would feel Hans's 18-centimeter-long cock later that same day.

I left the mall, fighting back tears as I headed home. It wasn't five minutes before a car honked and I heard, "Hey, Hazel. It's me, Aaron. Need a ride?" I turned around and saw Jerry's cousin. I walked to the curb while Aaron rolled down the passenger window. "What do you think?"

"Probably, Aaron," I said.

"Get in. Where do you want to go?"

I looked at Aaron, opened the passenger door, closed it again and said:

"You know, Aaron, what I'd really like to do right now is go somewhere with you and fuck me. Not with a blowjob, but with a real cock in my pussy. And then maybe with a blowjob."

"Wow. Did something bad happen? Tell me. I know where you live."

"That would be nice, Aaron." I was at the mall when I saw Hans and an eighth-grader named Amy Lawrence making out in the women's department. Hans had pulled Amy's panties up to her crack. She was wearing bikini bottoms, and Hans had his hand inside them.

"I think I just broke up with Hans," I said.

“That could be a good idea,” Aaron said. “There were rumors that Hans is a real ladies’ man.”

"I thought we were a committed couple," I said. "But yes, if you want to sleep with me, that would be okay."

“Let’s go,” Aaron said. With that, Aaron pulled away from the curb, where I could see he was heading toward his house. It took no more than ten minutes. Aaron turned into a driveway, stopped, turned off the engine, jumped out, ran around his car, opened the door, and took my hand to lead me into his room.

"So," Aaron said. "Are you serious about us making love?"

“Yes, Aaron. Maybe just once, but I really want to dump Hans. I mean, Amy Lawrence is thirteen and Hans is seventeen. I'd say we have sex now and then see what happens later.” Okay?”

In Aaron's room, he closed the door and then took my hand again. I smiled at him, then dropped to my knees, right on his carpet, quickly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants and then his boxers, so that his obviously hard cock sprang out. I immediately took his cock in my mouth and started sucking it. He didn't last long—maybe a minute—before he murmured, "I'm about to come, Hazel." I swallowed his load, then a second, and a weak third.

I stepped back to undress before Aaron sat on his bed to take off his pants and boxers. He removed his shirt and undershirt while I had already started undressing. "You look really good, Hazel," Aaron said as I took off my top and bra, then my shorts and regular panties. Aaron hugged me and then led me to his bed. We lay down together and started kissing. I was kind of expecting the "Wam bam, thank you, ma'am" joke, but Aaron put his arms around me and we started caressing and exploring. Unlike many other men, he found my clitoris almost immediately.

“Anytime, Aaron,” I said before he led me to his bed and followed me inside. It took another minute or two before Aaron rolled onto me and supported himself as he inserted his penis into my very wet vagina. That took maybe three minutes before he came. I kissed Aaron. “Thank you,” I said.

"You're welcome," he replied. "If you'd like another session, let me know." If you're willing to wait another ten minutes, we can do an encore if you like.

“I’d like an encore,” I replied. So we did it, this time for longer, me on my hands and knees and Aaron behind me between my legs. We talked while we had sex. I enjoyed it very much.

We both got dressed; Aaron drove me home, where we kissed in the car. "If you want to do it again, Aaron, let me know. You love yourself very much."

“Thanks, Hazel. “I’ll let you know.” Aaron did so a week later.

Meanwhile, the doorbell rang the day after Hans and Amy, and it was Hans. "Here are your things," he said. I took the paper bag and looked inside.

Yes, a toothbrush and toothpaste, two pairs of panties and a bra.

Two weeks later, I learned that Hans had left school. The next day, Aaron called me and invited me to one of the best restaurants in town.
Of course I accepted. His parents were out of town the next day because of a relative's wedding.

Aaron and I spent the night together, cuddling naked and making love four times.

One evening I was relaxing in front of the TV when I heard a knock at the door. I got up and looked through the peephole and saw it was my younger sister. I opened the door and invited her in. As she walked past me and sat down on the couch, I noticed her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and her clothes weren't fitting properly. I knew something was wrong, but I wasn't sure what.

After she sat down and didn't say anything, I decided to start things off with a question: "Okay. If you don't tell me, then I'll just come out and ask. What's wrong?"

She held back her tears and said, "I need somewhere to stay... Can I stay here with you?"

"Sure, but why?" I asked.

She couldn't hold back any longer and started to cry. Her voice trembling, and her eyes constantly wiping, she told me the story. Apparently, she'd caught her husband having sex with the neighbor. The neighbor was a bit younger than my sister and much younger than my sister's husband. My sister, 31 and married to a 40-year-old man, found it disturbing that he was having sex with a 20-year-old woman. But I have to give my sister credit.

She managed to pull herself together until she found out that this had been going on for months and her husband wanted a younger woman. When my sister Katie moved out, she drove around for a while until she realized she needed to find somewhere else to live until everything was sorted out. That's when she came to me and asked for help. I agreed that she could stay with me until things improved. There was nothing more I could do anyway. She was my sister, and I loved her, and her fate mattered to me.

I grabbed a few things from my bedroom and told her she could sleep there for a while. That left me with only the couch. Not my favorite place to sleep, but I figured things would work out somehow and I'd be alone again, back in my own bedroom.

As I lay down on the couch to fall asleep, I thought back to something I had experienced not too long ago. I, too, had caught my wife in a compromising position. The big difference was that my wife was in the 69 position with her best friend. I'll never forget what I saw when I entered my bedroom. I could only see the back of my wife's head; her face was buried between her friend's legs. As far as I could see, she had pushed her tongue as far into her friend's vagina as possible.

When I saw what they were doing, I cleared my throat to get their attention. My wife looked up at me and apologized with a smile on her face, which was dripping with vaginal fluid, but she made no move to get off her friend. Her friend continued licking my wife's pussy and told me that she preferred pussies to penises and that if I didn't like it, I could leave.

Just as I had absorbed everything I saw, my wife began to tremble as an orgasm washed over her. Her hips started fucking her friend's face while I watched my wife have a powerful orgasm. I grabbed what I could and left my wife immediately. But unlike my sister, I got a hotel room and was living in my own one-room apartment within a week.

It wasn't that what I saw repulsed me, but she was my wife. I suppose if I'd been there from the beginning, and allowed to be there, I might have tolerated it, but since I'd not only lost my wife, but also lost her to another woman, I wasn't exactly pleased with what had happened. It really made me think I hadn't been a good husband.

I finally filed for divorce and after three months was able to do whatever I wanted. The problem was, I'd reached a point where I didn't want anything to do with women anymore. I'd tried dating a few times, but I just couldn't forget what had happened to me. I had no interest in men, so I decided to be a loner. The one-room apartment was nice, but since I only had a modest income, I had to work as much as I could to afford rent and food.

I'd been living in the apartment for almost a year when my sister showed up. Now that it was just the two of us in a one-room apartment, all I could do was hope she'd find her own place quickly. The biggest problem was that Katie only worked part-time and earned just enough to cover her personal expenses. So I had to support us both. Two months later, she was divorced and free as well. She had the same views on men that I had on women.

The only good thing was that we could talk about our feelings. She was quite similar to me in that she thought it was her fault her husband had acted the way he did. I guess it hit her harder than it did me because she became depressed and just couldn't motivate herself to take on a full-time job.

Three months later, I had a particularly bad day at work, and when I got home, I discovered that Katie not only still hadn't looked for a full-time job, but also hadn't cleaned the house as promised. I think I lost it a bit.

"Katie, we need to talk about a few things. I'm sorry this happened to you... but I can't keep sleeping on the couch. Besides, you promised to clean the apartment today," I blurted out. 

My sister looked like a deer about to be hit by a speeding car. Her eyes filled with tears as she told me how sorry she was and that she never meant to cause me any trouble. Her voice began to break as she said she was going to sleep on the couch.

Damn. I couldn't do that to my little sister, even if she were 31. I was still the older brother and had to protect her. I told her I was sorry and that I'd just had a bad day at work. I gave in and told her she could stay in my room, but we'd have to figure something out. At dinner, we talked about a two-room apartment, which sounded good. She also promised to clean up and look for a job.

The next day she kept her promise, and when I got home, I found the apartment spotless. She also cooked a lovely dinner and told me she had a job interview for a full-time position the following day. Things were looking good until we started looking for two-bedroom apartments. We realized that even with the job, she couldn't afford her own place, and with our combined income, we couldn't afford a two-bedroom apartment. Since there wasn't much I could do about it, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life on the couch.

Friday evening after dinner, we did our usual things. The kitchen was cleaned, we showered, and watched TV together. Katie was acting a little strangely, but I decided to let it go. After the shows, she got up and went to bed while I prepared the couch for another night's sleep. I was just about to turn off the light when the bedroom door opened and she came back into the living room.

"I'm really sorry that I've disrupted your life so much," my sister said.

"It's okay. It'll get better," I replied.

“Scott… I have an idea. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay too,” she began.

"What is it?" I asked, intrigued.

"So... the bedroom is quite large, and you have all your clothes in my bedroom... The bed... well... it's a nice queen-size bed." She spoke in a broken voice.

"And?" I asked, to get to the point.

"Well... if you want. And promise me you'll stay on your side. Then you can sleep in bed with me." She finally finished the thought.

"Really? That would be great. We're brother and sister, so of course you're safe and I'll stay on my side." I happily agreed.

I was so excited to be able to sleep in my own bed again that I grabbed my pillow and almost pushed her back into the bedroom. I asked her which side she wanted, and she told me. So I lay down on the other side of the bed and was soon under the covers, as happy as could be. Finally, I would be able to sleep well again.

I was almost asleep when I heard my sister ask, "Scott, do you think I'm pretty?"

“Hmmm… What?…”, I murmured, as I was suddenly jolted out of my near-sleep experience.

My ex-wife would do that to me. She waited until I was almost asleep and then asked me a question. My sister did the same thing.

"I was just wondering if you found me attractive," she repeated.

“Yes. I think you’re quite pretty,” I admitted.

I actually thought my sister was hot. I really wondered what her ex-husband saw in the young thing he was with now. Even as an adult, my sister still looked and acted like she was in her early twenties. Her long, neat, light brown hair was usually pulled back with a clip that kept it out of her face but could bounce freely with every movement. Katie's small but firm breasts (a 36B cup) were just the right size for her small, muscular body. She kept her skin nicely tanned by going to a tanning salon. I didn't know if she was tan all over, since we hadn't seen each other naked since we were kids. So, did I think my sister was pretty? Hell yes! Should I act on it?
Um… no?

"Are you only saying that because I'm your sister, or do you really believe that?" She continued to make sure that I answered the way she wanted.

Now somewhat annoyed, I turned around and looked at my sister, who had already sat up in bed to continue a conversation that I didn't want to continue.

I looked up at her and said, "Katie. I think you're very good-looking and I have no idea why your stupid ex did that. If we weren't brother and sister, I would do things differently. That much is certain."

Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you," she said, smiling.

The gentle brother-sister kiss she gave me was like an electric shock. On the one hand, it felt like more than just a kiss, but on the other hand, there was no further comment or indication that it would go any further. She slipped under the covers, and I thought she was finally going to let me sleep. I stayed in the same position and closed my eyes, hoping for the best. She turned to me but closed her eyes too.

I was almost asleep again when I felt something touch my genitals. I wasn't entirely sure what was going on, so I pulled back slightly to make sure there was some space between my body and my sister's. A few minutes later, I felt something rubbing against me again. This time, I was pretty sure it wasn't an accident. The thought of my sister making a suggestive gesture made me wonder where all this might lead. I decided to stay in the same position and see if it continued or if she would give up and go to sleep. I soon got my answer when I felt her knee rubbing up and down my growing shaft.

"Katie was the one who told me to stay on my side of the bed. Now she's playing with my penis," I thought.

I knew she was doing it on purpose, but I didn't say a word. I decided to thrust at the same time as her so she'd realize I knew what she was doing and wouldn't complain. I hadn't had sex in over a year, and I estimated it had been about half that long since she'd last been fucked. That alone would get two adults to have sex, but when those two adults were siblings, that was a different story.

My cock had quickly grown into a nice, firm shape, but I knew that once it was freed from its confinement, it would become even bigger and harder, especially when it touched her pussy. She continued to rub my hardening shaft, which made me involuntarily moan with pleasure.

“Scott…”, purred Katie.

“Hmmm…”, I purred back.

"Do you want to do it?" Katie asked childishly.

The mere question made my heart skip a beat, and my cock immediately tried to escape its sheath. I wasn't sure if it was a trick or not. On the one hand, I wanted to take my sister in my arms and, after undressing her completely, slide my hard cock deep into her pussy. On the other hand, if I tried something and she didn't want it, I'd be in serious trouble. The only thing I knew for sure was that neither of us had been drinking, so I knew she knew exactly what she was doing. I just wished I knew what she was thinking.

I took a risk and asked, "Why did I stay on my side of the bed?"

"I just wanted to put you to bed without scaring you." She giggled.

I reached out and gently placed my hands on her breasts. I said:

"That was pretty mean."

"I know, but it feels like your penis wants it even if you don't," she suggested.

I could feel her hard nipples and firm breasts through her thin nightgown as I continued the conversation. "Feels like you're interested too."

"Um... Hmmm... that's definitely me." She moaned. Then, out of the blue, she asked: "Do you like shaved or hairy pussies?"

“What a strange conversation between brother and sister,” I thought.

"Completely shaved." I told her bluntly, but before she could say anything, I added: "Just like when you were a little girl, before your first pubic hair grew."

I felt her move slightly before she grabbed one of my hands, which fondled her aroused breasts. She pulled my hand from her toy and forced it inside her panties and between her legs.

"Do you like it?" she moaned as my fingers explored her completely shaved pussy.

"Um... Hmmm... Definitely," I groaned. Then it was my turn to escalate the situation. "Do you prefer a shaved or hairy man?" I asked.

"I'll take both, but if it were up to me, I'd prefer it as hairless as a little boy's penis." She giggled softly.

Luckily, I had just shaved my pubic area, and it was exactly as she had imagined. I took my remaining hand, grasped hers, and pulled it into my tight boxer shorts. There I let go and allowed her to play with my increasingly hard cock and my ever-tightening, hairless scrotum.

"Do you like it?" I then asked.

“Um… Hmmm…”, she purred lustfully.

We played silently together for the next few minutes, until
Katie commented: "Your penis... It's huge... No offense, but how the hell... can a normal woman prefer a hole to something that big?"

“I don’t know, but she did,” I replied, but quickly turned the question back on her. “Does that mean you’ll never leave me for…?”

I wasn't entirely sure what I was looking for. I just knew that I didn't want to get hurt again. She was my sister, and I wouldn't have a say if she found a man to marry someday. I guess I just wanted to see what she was up to.

"First of all, I have no desire for another woman. And secondly, I don't want to be hurt by a man again. I know we have no claim on each other, but if you want to try, I'm willing to pretend we're a couple. I'll make you a good partner if you want me."
She told me honestly.

I'm not sure how she meant it to sound, but to me it sounded like she'd just proposed. My heart was pounding at the thought of being tied down to a woman. She might be my sister, but neither of us had anyone, and we got along pretty well, except for the fact that I had to sleep on the couch. If we were a couple, we'd share a bed. The one-room apartment would be enough, and since she was starting a new full-time job next week, I knew we could make it work. It wasn't like we'd just met. I knew almost everything about her, and she knew almost everything about me. The only exception was sex. I knew it would be fun to get to know my sister in ways I never thought possible. It didn't take long for me to make up my mind and accept her proposal. "I'd love that. If you could stand me as your other half."

“Mmmm… Hmmm… I know I can do it.” She purred loudly and moved as close to me as possible.

Katie leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I returned the kiss as our hands were pulled away from each other's genitals. We wrapped our arms around each other, and the kiss instantly became passionate. Shortly after, our tongues began exploring each other's mouths for the first time. I don't know exactly why, but I found exploring my sister's mouth quite exciting. My now fully erect penis began to cause some discomfort between my legs due to my tight underwear.

Like a couple of teenagers in heat, we started breathing heavily as our hearts pounded. She pulled back to get more oxygen into her lungs. That gave me the chance to push things even further.

I grabbed her shirt and started pulling it over her head. She offered no resistance. She even helped me pull it over my head, took it from my hands, and threw it on the ground.

Next, I simply had to see her pussy. I'd been toying with the idea for a while, but hadn't seen it since we were kids, and I wanted to see what I'd experience sexually. I grabbed the waistband of her pretty little bikini bottoms and tried to pull them down. She quickly sat up, pushed my hands out of the way, and pulled them down instantly. Damn, her pussy looked cute. Just like I felt, not a single hair in sight. Her labia were slightly parted, and if I didn't know better, I would have sworn they belonged to a teenager. The tan was complete. There were no tan lines whatsoever, which made her body even more desirable. I later found out that her husband's penis was rather small and short, so she hadn't been stretched as much as other women.

As I lay drooling in front of my sister, she grabbed my underwear and started pulling it down my legs. She was so eager to see my cock that she almost ripped it off me. She tossed my underwear onto the pile of her clothes and began staring at my massive member. Then she grabbed it and gently rubbed and played with it and my balls while I began stroking her tight vulva.

Suddenly it hit me. I didn't have any condoms. There was no way I was going to have sex with my sister without protection. That was the last thing I needed: to get her pregnant.

I looked sadly into her eyes and asked, "Condom?"

She smiled back and said, "I can't have children, so we can have fun and not worry."

I had no reason not to believe her, so I smiled and took her in my arms. Her soft skin felt wonderful against my bare body. Her breasts pressed firmly against mine as we kissed again. Our tongues wasted no time as our kiss once more spiraled out of control.

Since it was our first time and we didn't know what the other liked best, I wasn't sure how to proceed. I wanted her to be aroused, but I also wanted to have a good orgasm myself. I thought it would be brotherly to ask.

I broke away from our kiss and asked, "What position would you like to use for our first time?"

I guess that question had two important effects. First, it woke her up and let her know she was about to be fucked by her own brother, and if she had any doubts, she'd better stop right there. Second, the question completely caught her off guard. I guess she wasn't used to having any say in the position or anything else during sex. She was used to having sex with her husband, who controlled everything. If she was lucky, she might get to come, but most of the time, she told me that once he was finished, she was on her own. I was the opposite. I wanted her to come first, and I wanted her to enjoy the whole thing. I was the type who thought if my partner wasn't enjoying the adventure, then neither was I.

In a trembling, almost fearful voice, she replied: "Cowgirl?"

In an instant, I lay on my back and pulled her onto my body with my erect penis. I supported her as she guided my penis to her pussy and slowly slid it down my shaft until she was sitting on my hip bone and my penis was inside her tight, little pussy.

Just by looking at her face, I could tell she was in pain. I felt the warmth of her insides against my throbbing cock. She was so aroused that her juices were oozing from the base of my shaft as she tried to adjust to the size of my penis. My balls were pressed between my legs while her buttocks pressed down on them.

I tried not to rush, but my cock was desperately demanding. I jerked my penis inside her, trying to get her to start fucking me. I could tell she felt me moving my penis inside her because she looked at me and smiled. I reached down and gently placed my finger on her clit. It was hard and big, and I could tell she wanted it as much as I did. I started rubbing her clit while continuing to jerk my penis. She moaned and gasped. I guess I'd flipped the switch, and whether it hurt or not, she was now on a quest. Katie started rocking back and forth and from side to side, trying to stretch her hole to her liking. Once she was where she wanted to be, she started lifting and lowering her body on mine. My cock now slid in and out of my sweet sister's pussy with ease. I didn't hold back and continued playing with her clitoris. Within minutes, her whole body was trembling. Her head threw back, and her breasts sprang towards me. I reached up with my free hand and cupped one of her breasts firmly but lovingly. I pinched her nipple and squeezed her beautiful mound at the same time.

The moment I pinched her nipple, her head snapped back up, and with an uncertain look, she took my hand and moved it to her other breast. I did the same with the second, which triggered an instant climax. I felt a huge jet of semen spray over my cock. It ran down my shaft and escaped as she continued to slide up and down my cock. She couldn't take any more and collapsed against my chest. Her whole body trembled as the flood of pussy juice continued to flow over my cock and balls.

Her arms were wrapped around my neck, her body rising and falling as she tried to take in more oxygen, and her pussy throbbing with an exceptionally hot orgasm. I wrapped my arms around her small, tight body and, with a swift movement, turned her over so that I was on top of her. Now it was my turn, and as her orgasm slowly subsided, I began to thrust my cock into my sister's beautiful pussy.

I thrust into her hard and fast, and in less than five minutes I too felt an incredibly exciting orgasm wash over me. I rammed into her like a giant piston on a freight train, as if trying to go uphill. We both began to moan and grunt as the sounds of pulsating flesh pierced the silence of the room.

I sat up and propped myself up to look into my sister's face as I was about to shoot a huge load of sperm into her tight pussy. I smiled and blew her a kiss to show her how much I loved her. She smiled back and kissed me too. I felt the sperm leaking from my balls as they contracted. I knew ejaculation was imminent, but then something unexpected happened. Katie's eyes widened, and her expression was just before her whole body began to tremble. The next moment, my cock was drenched in another load of girl juice. This load was exactly what my penis needed to slide in and out of her pussy effortlessly. The added moisture and heat made me explode. I shot an incredible amount of sperm into my sister's tender pussy. I slowed my thrusts until both balls of sperm were inside her cunt. Then it was my turn to collapse. I didn't want to smother my sister, so I stepped aside, but she quickly wrapped her arms around me. We landed on our sides, face to face. We kissed a little more and soon fell asleep, my cock still inside her sweet pussy. We stayed like that until early morning.

The next morning, we had sex again before getting up. We showered together and made sure we were both clean inside and out before getting out of bed. After drying off, we kissed and went to the kitchen for breakfast before even getting dressed.

At breakfast, I brought up the comment about being friends. Although marriage wasn't explicitly mentioned, I felt that was the general meaning of our conversation the night before. I suppose she was surprised that I actually thought she'd proposed, but she never wavered from what I'd said. Over the next few hours, we developed things further, making the idea of marriage something we both wanted. The problem was that we were brother and sister, which required a bit more thought and planning.

Since Katie and I were now determined to become a couple, we worked on making it as realistic as possible. I did some research and was able to record a wedding video. With a little editing, we created a single video in which only a priest performed a wedding ceremony. We then played the video on the television while we sat in front of it and did what needed to be done, saying we were married.

Later that day, we went to buy wedding rings and found a cute little set, including the engagement ring. They were able to adjust it right away, and as soon as we left the store, I slipped the engagement ring onto her finger. We kissed in public on the sidewalk, not even thinking that someone might see us and ask why I was kissing my sister like that. The next day, she went out and found a beautiful new dress. With a suit I already owned, we were ready to get married. That same evening, we had the ceremony, and by Sunday evening, we were "married" and ready for our honeymoon. I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom, where I gently laid her on the bed and slowly began to undress her. When she was naked, I stood beside the bed and let her watch me strip until I was naked too. My penis was just as big, or even bigger, than the first time, which amazed her. This time I wanted her to be just as eager, or even more so, than when she rode me to her tremendous orgasm.

I slipped into bed from the foot of the bed and moved up between her legs. My nose was pointed at her freshly shaved pussy. My first touch was with my nose, and I began to fuck her clit by rubbing my nose up and down against her pussy. I immediately felt the moisture of her arousal flowing from her pussy. Not wanting to waste it, I began to lick up my new wife's pussy juice with my tongue. I sucked at her opening and thrust my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could.

“Oh, Scott! This... feels... so... good... Damn!…”, she screamed as she grabbed my head and tried to force my whole face into her pussy.

My new wife arrived. I couldn't believe I'd aroused her so quickly with just my tongue. I licked her clitoris back and forth while continuing to suck the spicy juice from her pussy. Katie's body trembled, her breathing came in ragged gasps, and her heart pounded. Moments later, she squirted a stream of semen right into my mouth.

"Shit... Fresh pussy juice... Unbeatable..." I thought, as I continued licking up the mess between her legs.

My own cock was dripping precum all over the bed, and knowing I was about to unload, I moved upwards. I paused at her flat stomach to kiss her sexy belly button. I nibbled my way up her body until I reached her breasts. There, I spent some time licking and sucking each one. I lovingly bit each nipple as I played with them. I could feel her pelvis touching my body as I gently lowered myself onto her. I had no idea she was coming again until I discovered the soaked sheets beneath her. No time to worry about that. I had to get down to some serious fucking.

I moved forward and kissed my new wife, who immediately slipped her tongue into my mouth so she could taste her own precious juices. Our tongues danced back and forth as I brought her down from her last mini-orgasm.

I got into position, and after gripping my precum-soaked cock, I positioned it at the opening of her very aroused pussy. My rock-hard shaft was so slippery that I didn't need to lube it. Then, since her pussy was full of juice, I knew this would be an easy entry, no matter how tight she was. I pushed the tip of my cock into her pussy and, accompanied by loud moans from both of us, began to move it back and forth until my balls were resting on her buttocks.

My sister's pussy fit my cock perfectly. It was tight enough to enjoy being inside her, but not so tight that she felt uncomfortable at all. I rubbed my bare skin against hers, often touching her clitoris.

I could feel her throbbing clit and her pulsating pussy as my cock paused. I knew that was a sure sign she was about to come again. Wanting to give her so much pleasure she'd never want to get up, I thrust into her genitals super hard. When I was as deep inside as I could go, I froze and applied as much pressure as I could to her labia and clit. It worked, and she exploded. My cock was now covered in fresh, warm pussy cum. I knew I wouldn't last long before I filled her with my own seed. Just like the first time, I looked deep into her face as I began to slowly fuck my sister's pussy. We smiled at each other as I felt my balls tighten. I went from a slow, deliberate thrust to a wild, animalistic, hard pounding. With my sister's hands on my bare ass, I continued to pound into her pussy. The sound of slapping against her skin filled the room until I unleashed a huge fountain of semen. I thought I'd never stop squirting deep inside her.

We kissed lovingly and soon fell asleep, still attached to each other. Monday morning wasn't just a new work week, but also the start of a new life. Katie had to fill out paperwork and begin her onboarding at her new job. I reminded her that she was married and needed to complete all the forms to confirm it. For me, it was different. It wasn't so easy to tell my colleagues I'd gotten married. They knew my sister had moved in with me, and it wouldn't have been a good idea to tell most of them I'd married my own sister. I just wanted to keep quiet until I'd sorted everything out.

When my sister finished work, she went to her job and filled out the paperwork to change her name back to her crazy one. She then got a new driver's license, which showed that we shared the same last name and lived in the same town. So there was no longer any reason not to think we were married, let alone brother and sister. The only people who might know were those we already knew, so we generally kept our distance from them. Time passed, and we fucked like rabbits. We tried many new positions and ideas, all of which resulted in lots of cum and many orgasms. Katie loved her job and rose quickly through the ranks. It wasn't long before she was not only promoted but also asked to move to another state to manage a different location.

I gladly accepted the invitation, and soon we packed our things and moved. After we'd settled in and our new apartment was sorted, I started looking for a new job. It wasn't long before everyone there assumed I was married from day one. This reassured me, as I knew my "wife" and I didn't have to hide from anyone. We both had good jobs and a lovely new apartment. The neighborhood was safe, and we were both happier than ever. To spice things up, we decided to have sex in every room at least once, including every closet. This was definitely something special, as we didn't often have sex standing up.

I loved my wife and she loved me. Sometimes I wondered what would have happened if I'd been interested in her when I was a child. But then again, I liked how things had turned out, and I didn't want to dwell on those thoughts since they never came true. I just knew that the rest of our time together would be just as fun and exciting.

End

Chapter 1

Joey Harris was one of the brightest students in her class. But Joey Harris didn't understand one thing, and it drove her crazy.

School had always come easily to her, which made the situation so frustrating. No matter the subject—math, science, literature, social studies, even art and music—Joey was a star. But what she had learned today… well, it didn't make any sense to her. It just didn't seem… right.

She sighed, leaned back in her green faux-leather bus seat, and brushed her chestnut-brown hair out of her hazel eyes. Joey had long legs and was in great shape thanks to playing hockey year-round. When she looked in the mirror, she knew she was pretty without makeup, like her mother, thanks to her large, doe-like eyes, perfectly proportioned nose, and full lips. Dimples appeared when she smiled—which was often, except now.

The bus slowed to a stop to reach the penultimate stop – her house was the final stop – and as she watched the Richardson twins get off, the familiar scent of cool cologne water fell onto the seat next to her.

"What's up, sister?" her brother asked casually.

Justin O'Connor wasn't really Joey's brother. Four years ago, Joey's mother married Justin's father, and they all—including Joey's little brother Caleb—moved into a renovated farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.

“Hello,” Joey said softly, her gaze fixed on her bare knees, which peeked out from under her anthracite pleated skirt.

"Wow," Justin replied. "What's wrong with you?"

She shrugged without looking at him. "Who said something was wrong?"

“Hi,” he repeated mockingly, sounding like a cross between Dumbo and Eeyore. “You’re not as lively as usual.”

She shrugged. "Stupid day today."

"How come?"

“I’m having a hard time,” she said contemptuously. “I didn’t understand something in class, and now I won’t be able to finish school, I’ll never go to college, and I’ll die somewhere an old maid, completely unloved and never remembered.”

Justin laughed and playfully nudged her in the side with his elbow. "My goodness, you're such a dork. I bet I know what you didn't understand."

“Yeah, ri-”

"Health education. Yes?"

Joey froze, held her breath, and felt her heart stop for a moment.

"How did you know that?"

"A guy from your class on the hockey team. Come on, Joey." She felt his elbow dig lightly into her ribs. "Can you tell me where babies come from?"

"Stop it," she said in a tense voice.

"Wow. Something's not right, is it?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Are you sure? Maybe you'll feel better if you get it off your chest."

Joey finally turned around and looked at her brother. His handsome Irish face met his gaze, freckles covering his forehead and cheekbones, blue eyes glittering in the sunlight streaming through the windows, full pink lips curled into a perpetual grin.

Justin was the kind of person who was good at everything he did. Maybe not as educated as Joey, but smart enough and then some. He was good at sports, especially hockey; good at music, especially the saxophone. Everyone loved him—whether because of his incredibly friendly nature or his boyish looks, Joey couldn't quite say.

“You’re going to laugh at me,” Joey replied desperately.

“No, I won’t,” he replied, and she saw his face turn serious—wrinkles formed on his forehead, his eyes narrowed, and his infectious smile faded. “I understand—it’s uncomfortable and can be confusing.”

Joey took a deep breath – she felt her ears turn red. This was beyond embarrassing.

But she looked at Justin, who was ready to listen to what she had to say. They had grown close—especially in recent years. They had a lot in common—they were about the same age and had both experienced the death of a parent. Of all the people she could tell, if the possibilities were endless, she would choose Justin.

"It's about... the penis."

„Okay.“

Joey braced herself for a joke – when it became clear that no one was coming, she continued:

"Okay. The thing about sperm and egg. I've always known that. But I don't think I knew how it happened."

"Like the penis penetrating the vagina?" Justin asked. His trembling voice sounded as if he himself were nervous about talking about it, which actually reassured Joey.

"No. Well, sort of. Yes, in a way."

„Okay. Also, was?“

She took a deep breath.

"Okay. Actually, there are two things."

Justin watched expectantly.

"It's the erection. And the ejaculation."

The bus brakes squealed, and Joey felt the deceleration as the bus stop approached. When the bus came to a halt, they both stood up, wearing white polo shirts with blue and gold trim, and got off. Justin led the way, and because he was lying right in front of him, Joey couldn't help but notice how cute Justin's butt looked in his gray pants.

Eww, what? That was her brother.

After all, yes. Stepbrother. 

"Okay, erection and ejaculation. What exactly is that?" Justin asked as the bus started moving and the rumble of the diesel engine faded away on the horizon.

"It's just... how does that happen?" Joey asked, annoyed, her voice rising, her words tumbling together like Jenga blocks. "Like it just... gets hard and sticks out? Seems uncomfortable. How hard does it get? And the ejaculation—I thought that happened more on a microscopic level. But it sounds... chaotic."

"Okay, okay. First of all – yes, ejaculations are definitely messy."

She frowned in modest surprise. "Have you ever had one before?"

Justin stammered, "So, I mean, I—yeah, Joey. Most guys—most guys my age have that." Joey noticed his pale skin turning pink. "How hard does it get? I don't know… really hard? Feels like bones, even though they aren't. That's why some people call them boners."

Joey felt something strange stirring in her stomach. Talking to her stepbrother like this, learning things about him that few—maybe no one—knew, felt intimate, and she found it exciting to know that he was obviously confiding all this personal information in her.

"Okay. Erection." She tried the word as if she were trying a new food for the first time. "How does that happen? Can you control it? Can you just make it happen?"

They reached the front of their house, a turn-of-the-century home whose weathered appearance concealed the modern upgrades and renovations inside.

"Uh, sort of," said Justin, unlocking the front door with his key. "Sometimes it happens by itself. But I can make it happen if I want to."

"How?"

"Well... by thinking about things I like."

"I like?"

Justin's face turned even darker.

"Girls. Naked girls, mostly."

Joey was all flustered. Justin was thinking about naked girls? And when he did, he got an erection? It was hard to imagine Justin doing that—Justin, the straight-A student, Justin, the hockey star, Justin, the saxophone soloist. But he did. He told her. He confided in her.

"Does this help in any way?" he asked, as he placed his bags in the open foyer in front of her house.

"Yes. In a way, yes."

"Sort of?"

"I wish I could... you know... see it?"

"See it?" he squealed, his eyes widening.

"Yes, the illustrations in the book looked confusing. I mean, the vagina in there didn't look like a real one at all—"

"Mhm," Justin said, grinning, when she suddenly stopped. "Go ahead."

"You know what I mean. If I could see the whole process, it would make more sense to me. Like... like watching someone cook instead of just reading a recipe."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, sis. There are porn films, but I don't know how to get my hands on them."

Joey grunted in frustration. He was right—there was no way to actually see all of this. (Years later, as the internet grew, she would wish it had existed when she was growing up.) Right now, what she wanted was essentially impossible.

Na ja. Fast.

There it was, right in front of her—his 5'5" and 110 lbs. It was something she hadn't even considered before, but their conversation had excited her, encouraged her, and made her brave. She looked into Justin's face and thought about the other boys at her school, how they compared to him. Her friends had made comments about Justin before—it was no secret that more than a few of them had crushes on her stepbrother. She'd never really thought about it, but now, during this intimate conversation, Joey was beginning to see the truth: Justin wasn't just handsome, he wasn't just cute.

Justin was hot.

And as they climbed the main staircase to the second floor, her thoughts wandered to strange, crazy places. Places she'd never been. The times she'd seen Justin's taut torso recently, shirtless, coming out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist; the odd bulge in his front, white underwear, that she'd spotted in the communal bathroom. She imagined him imagining naked girls… getting erections… ejaculating. It was hard to imagine—the crux of the problem, of course—but she tried.

"I could just watch you do it."

The sentence was lodged deep inside her, held captive, but if someone had managed to escape her, would it have leaped through her throat and the barbed wire fence of her teeth before she even knew she had uttered it?

"What should we do?" Justin asked in a confused voice.

Oh God, Joey thought. What have I done? He'll think I'm a freak, a nutcase.

"Nothing. Doesn't matter."

"Do you want to watch me come?"

"Where are we going?" she asked.

He smiled. "Ejaculate. Do you want to watch me ejaculate?"

She said nothing, but she knew that her silence sounded like a yes.

“Joey,” he said, smiling warmly like the good older brother he was. “I can’t do that. We’re brother and sister. That wouldn’t be right. Besides, you know, it’s okay to be confused about something. You’re so smart, you’re used to understanding things so quickly. But you don’t have to know everything at once.”

As Joey watched Justin turn and enter his room, just down the hall from hers, she knew he was right. But she didn't care. Despite all her knowledge, despite all the things she was good at, her ignorance on this subject gnawed at her until she couldn't think straight. She had to find out.

Joey went into her room, closed the door, and looked at herself in the mirror above her vanity. Slowly, she began to undress—pulling her school polo shirt over her head, opening her skirt in the back, and letting it fall to the floor. Her reflection was that of a pretty girl—but now she might be more than that. She looked at her shapely legs, her widening hips, her flat stomach, the growing breasts beneath her A-cup bra, her white underwear that concealed the most mysterious parts of her body.

Justin gets an erection when he thinks about naked girls.

In Joey's mind, a simple plan began to take shape that would allow her to get what she wanted.

She reached behind her shoulder blades and unhooked her bra.

Justin lay on his bed, enjoying the warm afternoon breeze that blew through the open window over his bare chest. He had quickly changed, as he usually did after school, and put on an old pair of fishnet gym shorts that were a bit too small—they often rode up, exposing a good portion of his milk-white thighs, which is why he usually only wore them in his room or on the rare occasions when no one else was home. He would have taken them off by now, but he thought they'd been lucky.

He tried to read SE. Hinton's "The Outsiders" for literature class, but he was distracted. His sister—good heavens, had Joey really asked him to do that? He knew Joey, knew it wasn't lust that drove her to ask him, but a thirst for knowledge. Like a scientific experiment. But for Justin to be able to do that—to masturbate and come in front of his stepsister—it had to be sexual for him.

And what would be so wrong with that? asked the devil's advocate. They weren't actually related, but that wasn't the real issue. Justin and Joey had developed a kind of brother-sister relationship, and he'd simply never seen her that way. Two years younger than him, she'd always been this little girl who exuded absolutely no sexiness.

But that had changed, hadn't it? Hadn't she grown up? Hadn't she seemingly become only a few centimeters shorter than him overnight? Hadn't he noticed the pack of sanitary pads that had mysteriously appeared in her bathroom one day? Hadn't he caught himself staring at her suddenly cute bottom and the breasts that were now emerging from under her new bra?

If anything happened between them, Joey's mother, Melissa, would freak out, he knew that. Justin's mother had died when he was very young; and after only two years of marriage to Melissa, Justin's father had been killed in a tragic car accident. So, although Melissa wasn't his mother, she was the only parent he had left, and he couldn't afford to upset her.

Justin tried to refocus on the book, but it was no use. Despite his best efforts, his thoughts kept circling back to the idea of daring to do it in front of Joey, what it would be like, and how she would react.

Then there was a loud and insistent knock on the door.

“Yes?” Justin shouted.

His door opened, and Joey appeared, which was understandable since she was the only one in the house. He wasn't surprised to see her, but Justin was surprised by what she was wearing: a short, white terrycloth bathrobe that looked like it belonged to Melissa, and probably nothing else. Her legs were bare, and between the two sides of the robe, a triangle of peach-colored skin was visible on her chest. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and—what was that smell? Was she wearing perfume?

"What's wrong, Joey?"

She approached Justin until she was standing right next to his bed, right beside him. Without taking his eyes off her, he placed his book on the bed next to him and forgot to mark his spot.

"Do you remember Titanic?"

Justin's jaw dropped – he actually remembered Titanic: shortly after his father's death, Melissa had taken them all to see the James Cameron epic. A fun family evening that had briefly turned erotic during the famous "Paint me like one of your French girls" scene. Joey and Caleb giggled like crazy when Kate Winslet dropped her robe, leaving them naked except for the blue diamond around her neck. But Justin didn't find that funny at all – instead, he was fascinated by the sight of the actress's ample breasts, her rock-hard pink nipples, and the thick red hair between her legs.

Now, today, Justin knew what would happen.

But before he could do anything, Joey tugged at the sash and let the bathrobe fall.

He tried to speak—really—but what was there to say? One moment he was relaxing and reading "The Outsiders," the next he was looking at his naked stepsister. The last time he'd seen her like this was only a few months after she'd moved in. In his haste to use the bathroom, he'd burst in as Joey was getting out of the shower. The brief glimpse he'd been given had been largely unremarkable—her chest was boyish and looked like his, and the only thing he'd seen between her legs was the upper part of what appeared to be a slight indentation.

But this was different. Her body looked much more feminine now. Tanned in her face, arms, and legs, but otherwise creamy white, she had curves all over that made her look years older without clothes. Her breasts stood proudly upright from her chest, cone-shaped tufts that looked like they were about to get rounder. Her areolas were baby pink, swollen, about the size of 50-cent coins, and her nipples were erect, sticking out like two little erasers. Her stomach wasn't just flat; Justin could have sworn he could see the outline of her abs. Joey had a six-pack! Cool. Or—hot, actually.

His gaze drifted further south, below her navel, to the small indentation he'd seen before. About twenty silky hairs grew on the ample bulge between her hips, partially concealing her vulva. Her vulva. Good Lord—Justin was looking at Joey's vulva! He could have sworn he could see something more through those two flaps of skin, something warm and inviting beneath.

"Joey, what the hell are you doing?" "What?" Justin asked, eyeing her shapely legs, covered in fine down, which shone golden in the sunlight streaming through his window. He tried to sound angry, but it was an act.

"I'll let you see a naked girl," she said simply.

In his shock, he had completely forgotten their conversation from an hour ago, the same conversation he had just been thinking about, but now he was all too aware of it.

And just as he realized why she was doing this, that it was all part of a larger plan, he noticed that his penis had already swollen to a three-quarter erection and was getting harder by the minute. Noticing Joey's gaze, he realized her attention was focused on his groin, and looking down at himself, he could see that his penis was clearly visible through the tight shorts he was wearing.

"Come on, Joey, get out of here." He needed to move—cover his groin, sit up, or turn around—anything to make his erection less noticeable. But what difference would that make? He was fully erect now, and he knew Joey knew it too. Trying to hide it now was pointless.

“Please, Justin,” she wailed in a voice she had reserved for tasks from him or for choosing the movie for the evening, even when it was his turn – a voice he always yielded to.

“God,” Justin snorted, feeling his cheeks, his chest, everything turn red. “This is so weird.”

“But you have an erection,” Joey said, making no secret of the fact that she was looking at the object. “That means you’re going to ejaculate now.”

"Well, I don't have to."

"But?"

"I mean, yes, I guess you could say I really want to."

"So..." Joey held out her hands as if to say, "Come on."

“But if you are here –”

"I can stand behind you if you want."

“Yeah, I don’t think this is going to do any good,” Justin exhaled heavily. Half an hour ago, he would have thought this was a zero percent chance. But now, with his naked, surprisingly sexy stepsister and his rock-hard cock threatening to tear a hole in his shorts, he was starting to see it as inevitable. Not only did he like the idea, but he also longed to come in front of Joey, to see her pretty eyes watching as the creamy white semen spurted from his cock and splashed onto his stomach, just like he did most mornings and evenings, imagining the scenario that awaited him.

But it was Joey, his stepsister. If Melissa had known she would freak out –

Justin's thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Joey enlarge her posture, the strange slit between her legs opening and revealing some of the pink flesh hidden within.

"Screw it," he said abruptly, pulling his shorts over his muscular legs.

“Really!?” “Yes!” exclaimed Joey, opening his eyes in surprise.

Justin threw his shorts on the ground.

"Seriously. Don't tell anyone. Never. Got it?"

Joey nodded enthusiastically. "I promise. I swear."

Her gaze fell again between his legs, and Justin looked there too, a sight he was used to – his erection trapped in his white jockey briefs. His penis was so hard and his underwear so tight that he knew Joey could now see many private details of his body – for example, that his left testicle hung lower than his right, that when erect his penis pointed slightly towards his right hip, and that he was circumcised, the white cotton clinging tightly to his swollen glans.

Justin grabbed the waistband of his underwear and began to slowly pull it down, giving Joey a chance to change her mind. But when his thick, honey-colored pubic area sprang out from under the waistband and she didn't protest, Justin knew it was really going to happen.

He pulled the waistband of his underwear further down, exposing more and more of his body – more and more of his penis – until the waistband released the glans and his bulging erection sprang back, audibly slapping against his tense stomach.

“Justin…”, his sister whispered almost inaudibly.

Justin pulled his underwear down to mid-thigh and left it there, watching Joey's awestruck face as he took in his package. It was about 5 inches long, the shaft of average thickness, the tip—pale pink when flaccid, but cherry-red when erect—only slightly wider than the shaft, creating a mushroom effect. His testicles—well, whenever he looked at himself in the mirror (which he did often), Justin always found them large. Heavy and full. His scrotum, like most of his body, was hairless. His pubic hair was sparse but dense, right at the base of his penis.

The rest of his body was smooth and toned. Justin was an ambitious hockey player and had started weight training a few years ago. Although he wasn't particularly bulky, his body was beginning to bulge in all the right places. Justin was hot—he knew it, and everyone knew it too.

Like Joey, whose mouth was open, her eyes fixed on her brother's package.

"Have you already ejaculated?" she asked, staring at the wet tip.

“No,” he said, taking a sample of the clear, slippery fluid that had collected at the end of his urethra between his thumb and forefinger. He demonstratively pulled his thumb and forefinger apart, so that the mucus spread into a thin thread. “That’s pre-ejaculate. It’s supposed to make my penis slippery.”

"Why?"

"So that he –" He looked down between her legs, "– can penetrate you."

Justin gasped – he couldn't believe what he'd just said. He hadn't meant it so explicitly, but the implication was obvious, and for a moment he was afraid he'd gone too far.

But Joey seemed unimpressed by his remark; her attention remained focused on his plump penis and powerful testicles, which were beginning to ache in anticipation of release.

So he slid across the bed, pointed to the empty space, and told Joey to sit down, which she did. When she turned around, he saw her sweet bottom, white as a cappuccino, the perfect round shape emerging from her lower back. As she sat down, the bare skin of her hip brushed against the bare skin of his thigh, and in response, his penis grew harder and harder against all odds.

“Are you ready?” Justin asked in a low, hoarse voice, still full of fear of this strange situation, but also desperate for release, for the chance to touch himself and ejaculate his semen over himself in front of his not-so-little sister.

She nodded dutifully. "Ready."

Justin reached down and took his penis in his hand, feeling its girth, feeling the veins that pulsed so intensely with every movement, feeling the thick, spongy tip. He sighed; his nervous system was finally getting what it craved. With his thumb, he spread his pre-ejaculate around the tip until it was slippery, and then he began to stroke it slowly—very slowly.

Although he enjoyed watching himself masturbate, it felt silly not to look at Joey while he played with himself. Her sitting position placed her in profile to him—he could see her young, budding breasts from the side, the delicious curve of her bottom against his mattress, her shapely legs dangling over the edge. But it was her expression that turned him on most. Yes, he realized she still treated it all partly like a school assignment, like a National Geographic video about an endangered species in Papua New Guinea that she had to write a short essay about. But there was something else in those large, brown eyes, something he'd never seen in her before.

Lust.

His right hand slid up and down his penis, faster, more pre-cum dripping out. He'd only been at it for about a minute, but he knew he was close. Part of him wanted to prolong it as long as possible, because who knew if or when it would ever happen again, but the other part desperately longed for his orgasm, begged for release, needed it—

"Are you about to ejaculate?" Joey asked, watching as his hand moved his penis up and down, circling the smooth tip.

"Come on," Justin said between heavy breaths.

"Huh?"

“‘Can you come for a minute?’ Say it.”

“Justin,” she said with a demure smile. “Are you about to come?”

He grinned back. "Yes, Joey. I'll be right there for you."

His hand stroked him faster and faster, the sound of skin on skin almost obscene. He felt his testicles rise, invisible muscles deep in his abdomen tense, that almost weightless sensation you feel on a roller coaster at the top of a hill. He tried to hold back as best he could, knowing that any delay would intensify his orgasm and make his semen shoot out even further.

He had just successfully delayed his climax when his sister did something strange – apparently to get a better view, she turned around on the bed so that she was no longer in profile but directly in front of Justin. She crossed her legs so that she was sitting in the Indian style, and the small pink flower that was her vulva unfolded and opened, the delicate tissue glistening with fluid.

"Oh, shit!" Justin cried, feeling his orgasm overwhelm him and take control. His buttocks lifted off the bed, his legs stiffened, and his penis swelled, the tip turning dark red, almost purple. His first spurt of semen fired like a bullet, shooting high into the air and landing on his smooth chin. His face contorted as the pleasurable sensations reached their peak, and a second surge of semen landed in his throat. He squeezed the top half of his penis as more semen spurted out, covering his firm chest and trembling belly. His buttocks tightened, and he thrust his groin into the air to keep the semen spraying, further coating his body with his creamy essence.

The sensation gradually subsided, and Justin let his bottom—now covered with a thin film of sweat—fall back onto the bed. He realized how heavily he had been breathing, as if he had just finished a sprint drill in hockey practice. He shuddered as his fingers lightly touched the tip. His body was now hypersensitive, trying to return to its normal state.

He looked down at his chest – he was absolutely certain he'd never come so much before. His semen was everywhere, covering his entire body, and he could feel the few drops of it on his face.

Joey's face was contorted with shock and surprise. He couldn't tell what she was feeling – her expression was unusually indistinct.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

She said nothing, just nodded.

"What do you think?"

Almost as if she had just realized she was there, she looked down at herself, noticed that her pussy was wide open, and slowly slid a finger inside. Touched herself.

He touched her vagina.

Then she looked up at her brother again, her eyes wide open, her skin reddened, and her expression absent.

And then she asked:

"Can you do that again?"

A pregnant woman undresses in her private bedroom.

I only noticed her by chance while walking along the outskirts of this small Colombian town and saw her open window. I'd guess she's in her mid-twenties and six months pregnant. She has the darkest nipples I've ever seen. Her breasts are small, but her nipples are swollen.

She's talking to someone while she rubs lotion on her round belly. A moment later, I see a young man enter the bedroom. A guy her age who works at the nearby construction site. He walks up to her, rubs her belly, squeezes her breasts, and plays with her swollen, dark nipples.

Then he sits down on the bed, and the young woman kneels and begins to suckle. What's striking is how similar they look: the same skin tone, the youthful features, the way their shoulders slump. It's a terrifying, perverse thought to consider them brother/sister, but that's just an assumption.

I can't get caught watching, so I go back to my room.

My mother is an environmental specialist for an American mining company. It sounds like a low-level job, but the Colombian government places great importance on protecting its ecosystem. This means my mother plays a leading role in the excavations.

She got me a job as a technician, but I have to admit I've been interested in this young couple for a while now. Valentine and Miguel. It turns out they're actually brother and sister, but I'm not sure if people know what they do. Miguel works at the excavation site, and Valentine works as a cashier in a restaurant while she's pregnant.

Days later, my mother calls me into a tent at the excavation site during my break. A hundred local workers are there, along with a dozen American employees. She's wearing boots, cargo pants, a sweat-stained T-shirt, and her hair is tied back in a ponytail. She's the more combative version of herself she's been in since last month.

“That throws things into disarray,” says Mom. “There’s a good chance we’ll leave earlier. Maybe at the end of the month – depending. I’ve already spoken to my boss about it.”

"Is everything ok?"

"A minor medical complication. I'm fine."

"You're giving up the most important job of your career because of a minor medical complication?"

"It's a personal matter."

"Is that all you want to tell me?"

She points to her chest. "It affects this area."

„Krebs?“

"Nothing dramatic. It's just breastfeeding."

My gaze drifts to her C-cup breasts, which look enormous on her average figure with its thin arms. Breastfeeding? How is that possible? I have no siblings and I'm 25 years old, which means she hasn't breastfed in over two decades. I wonder if her breasts look different, but it's too obscene to examine them more closely, especially since she caught me.

"Hopefully everything is alright."

"We're currently trying to find out with the local doctors. Some believe it's an insect bite or an allergic reaction. However, the other theory is more worrying – and I think more plausible – but you won't agree with it... not yet."

"An insect bite is much more believable than the supernatural, and I know that's exactly what you're suggesting."

“Don’t you believe me?” she asks. “You should talk to the locals more. Talk to the translators and elders. There’s something here. That’s what they say. A kind of presence, and that’s what we found during our excavations. They mentioned fertility gods.”

"You can't be serious."

"That's possible."

"Something like this has never been reported here before."

She purses her lips and pinches the hem of her T-shirt, as if trying to lift it. She's always been careful to hide her breasts, especially in public, because I think she's afraid people won't take her seriously because of her large breasts. She only wears T-shirts all day because of the heat in the jungle.

I look at her chest. Is she going to show it? How should I react to my mother doing that? Now that I'm looking more closely at her T-shirt, her breasts actually do look bigger than before. They almost look fuller.
As if they were plumper. Rounder.

She takes her hands off her T-shirt when she's had enough of me staring.

"It doesn't matter," she says. "I'll get in touch when there's news."

"So, should we stay or prepare to leave?"

"I'll get in touch."

She is visibly embarrassed as she pats me on the shoulder and leaves the tent.

I can only imagine how uncomfortable this problem is for her.

xxx 

She has avoided the subject for the past three days. The noise of heavy machinery has become part of everyday life, as a hundred men work hard.

Despite the drama and the work schedule, I kept thinking about Valentine and Miguel. Real incest is hard to ignore. Toward evening, I decided to follow Miguel from a distance as he walked home. The brother-sister dynamic drew me closer. From afar, I walked along the edge of town, toward her bedroom window. Finally, I saw Valentine undressing after work.

Her brother arrives, still sweaty, and undresses. They can't keep their hands off each other and kiss. Her breasts are fondled by dirty hands. Her plump, black nipples are swollen.

The brother bends down and suckles on both breasts, milk running down her round belly. I leave before anyone sees me. The town is lively as the workers eat dinner outdoors and grab a beer to relax. I notice my mother outside a first-aid tent with two local doctors, both women, and a serious expression on her face.

Our eyes meet by chance. Without a word being spoken, I know it's about her breasts.

The next morning, before breakfast, she stops me outside. The heat is increasing, and everyone is starting their day. She seems more relaxed today, as if she has come to terms with everything that is currently troubling her.

“I owe you a straight answer,” she says. “We’re not leaving any sooner. We’re staying for the next two months. I refuse to ruin my reputation by quitting.”

"Great news, that's what I was hoping to hear. Did you find out what the problem was?"

"I would like to discuss this with you. The problem persists."

"What's up?"

"Something we should discuss in private. I'll show it to you, and then we'll have breakfast."

We walk to the clinic across the street and enter a private room on the second floor. A doctor and a nurse, both from the area, are there, and my mother speaks Spanish with them while they prepare an examination table and the necessary equipment.

“Let me show you my breasts,” she says. “Last week, we came across some ancient stones during an excavation. They were said to be fertility stones from a lost civilization. I kept one in my room. The next day… well… take a look.”

My mother takes off her T-shirt, revealing her white bra. She stands firmly, her chest thrust forward, the T-shirt lying on the examination table. She doesn't look at me. She looks ahead while the two women prepare whatever they are doing. My mother sits beside her T-shirt on the examination table.

The nurse reaches behind her, unhooks her bra, and takes it away. There they are. Mom's large breasts. They're more like a C cup and sag slightly with age. Her large brown nipples are erect, but her breasts look unusually full, almost unnatural. I can only imagine how embarrassed she must be, sitting there with three people staring at her breasts, me of all people. She remains calm and upright as they speak Spanish and attach pumps to each breast.

Each pump has a plastic cup at the bottom. They've done this before. She's familiar with the process. Once the devices are attached, my mother's breathing becomes heavier, her body squirming as if she wants to remain still. It's one thing to be in your mother's presence, but it's quite another to see her milk flowing into the cups, as if a different kind of discovery is taking place. That explains why her breasts have looked so full lately. I look closer. Milk flows in steady streams into the cups. She looks relieved as it continues.

Her nipples are pulled away from the sucker. They lengthen, then detach, and the process repeats. That's what's milking her. I wonder if she enjoys it.

After a few minutes, the cups are almost full, and the doctor and nurse deactivate the pumps. They remove the equipment, and the nurse wipes the excess milk from the mother's breasts with a towel. New traces of milk appear at the tips of her nipples, and these are wiped away again.

I've never seen a breastfeeding woman before, and the eroticism is fascinating. Those nipples. Is it normal for a woman's nipples to remain erect after using a pump? They look so much larger than they did just moments ago, swollen, protruding, and I'm sure she's aroused.

They speak in Spanish, and the nurse seals the milk containers and puts them in a small refrigerator. Presumably for examination. My mother doesn't look at me; she's too embarrassed, and she's wearing her bra even though new drops of milk are forming on her nipples. Then she puts on her T-shirt and smooths out all the wrinkles so she looks fresh.

"Do you believe me now?" she asks.

"I never doubted you about that part. But I'm not so sure about the fertility stones, or whatever you want to call them."

"Let's eat first. We mustn't arrive at the discovery site too late."

Breakfast revolves around work, while American colleagues discuss the completion of the plans with her. She spends the rest of the morning assisting the excavation team digging in the rugged terrain. Boulders and the occasional ancient artifact slow down their progress.

Everyone takes a lunch break at midday. It's gotten hotter, and people are longing for the break. My mother asks me to follow her into a small first-aid tent where a local nurse is staying. She's sweating profusely because she's been at the excavation site all morning.

Because it's lunchtime, no one is around, and she has a degree of privacy as she closes the curtain. The nurse is preparing breast pumps and empty plastic cups. There are pictures of stone tablets on the table. It takes me a split second to realize I've seen a similar stone in Valentine's bedroom.

“It’s important that we continue this,” she says. “Think of it as a kind of education.”

"Are you sure you want to do this? You seemed very uncomfortable earlier."

"Believe me, I'm safe. I wasn't thinking about anything else."

"It will be unpleasant."

"That's my decision. I should have raised you more religiously. Maybe I can change that."

"You seem certain that this is something spiritual."

“The universe is an endless place,” she says. “I would like to believe that there are higher powers guiding humanity. The artifacts are safely stored and will be taken to America for further study. Here’s what the locals told me.”

She goes to the table and grabs photos of the stone artifacts while the nurse waits with the breast pumps. There's no doubt I saw something similar in Valentine's bedroom, and I spontaneously decide to tell my mother everything.

"I've seen that before," I say.

"Did you? Where?"

"Somewhere I shouldn't have been looking."

When Mom notices the nurse is interrupting our conversation, she asks her to leave the tent. Once we're alone, I confess that I've been spying on Valentine and Miguel, and that they're actually siblings who seem to have an insatiable lust for each other. My mother doesn't judge me for spying on them having sex, because there are more important things. She doesn't seem surprised by what she hears either; on the contrary, she seems to understand, as if she grasps the power of the stones. She thinks for a long moment. "Can you turn around?" she asks. I turn toward the tent and listen to her undressing. The T-shirt falls off, I hear the bra unhook, followed by the sound of pants raking and boots falling to the ground. The thought of her naked makes me incredibly uncomfortable because she might regret it later. "Yes, I know, this is totally unconventional," she says. “But I think I’m following my instincts. I’ve researched these stones and I’m convinced they contain the key to something bigger.”

"Only if you are sure that you want it."

"At this point, I may have no choice. You can look now."

When I turn to my mother, she is sitting completely naked on a cot, using a breast pump. Her body glistens with sweat. She is barefoot and has crossed her legs, covering her most intimate area. She is pushing her right breast into the pump, a less expensive one than the one she used this morning at the clinic. Because she is hunched over on the cot, her stomach forms a rounded curve.

Her entire focus is on holding her right breast and filling the cup with milk. She holds the heavy breast in her hand. I can see her nipple being pulled with each pump of the suction cup. Her other nipple, the one without the pump, has become erect, even though it isn't being stimulated. This could mean she's aroused.

When she's finished with that breast, she removes the pump, leaving a trail of milk on her nipple, and presses the pump against her left breast. She repeats the process, this time with her left breast, her breathing becoming heavier. I see her toes wiggle. She was already sweating from the heat, but breastfeeding warms her again. The beads of sweat on the center of her breast have become more pronounced.

"Do you still believe that an allergic reaction was the cause?" she asks.

She opens the pump and holds the full bottle in front of her, so that excess milk runs down her body from her nipples. She tries to convince me that spirituality is real, but she's only making my penis hard. She realizes this when she looks down and sees the accidental bulge.

Getting dressed is a transformation into her normal self. A diligent worker. Someone with a scientific and environmental background. After drying her breasts and stomach, she puts on her panties and turns to the side so I can't see her vulva. Then she puts on everything else, conceals her large breasts, and pulls on her muddy boots.

When she enters the jungle, it's like a switch flips. She's no longer the doting mother struggling with breastfeeding, but someone people rely on to do a multimillion-dollar job. So she sits down with her colleagues for lunch and starts chatting with them again.

After the work is done, she insists on seeing Valentine and Miguel in action. It's embarrassing to take my mother to a place where I spied on people having sex, but that doesn't seem to bother her. She's more interested in the stone they have and, without saying so directly, whether the fertility stone caused their incest.

We're extremely careful not to get caught on the outskirts of town. I check the bedroom while my mother keeps an eye out for other people who might be passing by. We know it's an invasion of privacy, but my mother has always been relentless when it comes to science.

Valentine comes into the bedroom and begins to undress at the same time she does every day. Minutes later, her brother arrives, dirty and sweaty from his shift. They kiss, and Valentine undresses, revealing her swollen belly and dark nipples. She sits on the dresser while her brother fingers her pussy and she moans.

My mother observes this with eagle eyes, with sharp eyes and without emotion.

"That's the fertility stone," says Mom. "Right there on the dresser. Just like the ones I found at the excavation site."

"Do you think that's why they do it?"

“Yes.”

"Perhaps they would have done it even without the stones. You never know."

"No, I have the same fantasies."

Mom touches my shoulder and says she needs a shower. Before I leave, I notice a stutter in her crotch, an uncomfortable sensation that must be between her legs. What did she mean by the same fantasies? Lust? Incest? As I leave, I glance back one last time and see my brother having an orgasm in Valentine's mouth.

xxx

It stopped digging today, so I can stay with Mom at the clinic after breakfast. She clarified that it's a combination of scientific and spiritual training. The science part is fine with me, but I'm still skeptical about the spiritual aspect, though she's convinced of the stone's fertility power.

She sits naked on a chair after her breasts have been emptied. She leans back and relaxes, her legs crossed to cover her vulva. I wonder if she had an orgasm. Towards the end of pumping two cups of milk, her body seemed to be trembling. Unlike yesterday, my mother is unashamed today, or at least she's better at hiding it, as if she's come to terms with the new reality of exposing her body.

My mother's nipples are swollen and protrude differently than yesterday. They are more pronounced, as if her body is begging to be suckled and nourished. My mother looks down at her body, from which milk is still leaking, while the nurse wipes her clean and then attends to the bottles.

The doctor returns and checks the lab results on a clipboard, while the nurse labels the milk bottles for storage. My mother looks into my eyes as we wait for news. Despite her resigned expression, I know she's embarrassed, and I also sense that she's agitated.

"We need to perform a vaginal examination," the doctor said. "I believe this is affecting your sexuality."

For the first time that morning, my mother's eyes showed vulnerability. I don't understand Spanish, but I've caught certain words and have a general idea of what the doctor wants. My mother takes a small sip and speaks with the doctor a little more.

There stands my mother, barefoot, in all her naked glory. When she undressed earlier, I had to turn to the wall and was only allowed to look at her when she sat down and crossed her legs. Now I have a complete view. Her bare hips. Her thighs. Her bare vulva, covered by a trimmed pubic hair.

The nurse receives instructions, opens a drawer, and takes out an electric razor to clean my mother. The room is filled with the buzzing sound. Stubble of pubic hair falls at Mom's feet as she positions herself around her vulva, and from my vantage point, I can see her clitoris. Her face remains emotionless as this happens, but I can imagine how she feels inside.

"Are you satisfied with your son?" the doctor asks.

“Yes,” Mom replies.

A doctor's coat is opened and spread out on the floor. My mother stands over it and squats down. In that moment, I see more than I ever expected. Not even my mother seems prepared for it, although she is following the doctor's instructions and perhaps her own excitement.

Her pink pussy is visible to everyone in the room. Her squatting position makes it even more intimate, as we can see the depths of her vaginal canal. It's wet inside. Was that the real reason she always crossed her legs when she was doing nude pumps? Her pussy is starting to dribble, the juices threatening to drip. Now I understand why the nurse made my mother squat over a spread-out nightgown.

The doctor opens a drawer and takes out a phallus-shaped, thin instrument about ten centimeters long. My mother suspects what's coming as they continue speaking in Spanish and nods. The doctor and nurse kneel beside my mother and examine her vagina. They spread her labia with their fingers, without gloves, and rub her clitoris and labia to get a better look.

Mom flinches at the initial pressure of the sex toy sliding inside her, but forces herself to relax. As it slides all the way in, her eyes roll back, something I've never seen her do before, and her toes curl on the floor. That a woman reacts so sexually to a small toy says something about her current state. Her body is reacting as if she has a huge sex toy inside her, like the ones you see in porn, and the doctor and nurse look as if they've discovered something.

She moans and makes trembling noises, which she tries to suppress, while the doctor attempts to push it in deeper, as far as 10 centimeters will fit inside a woman's body. They seem dissatisfied with the depth, even with the doctor's fingers penetrating her. When my mother manages to stifle her moans, the only sounds in the room are raindrops from outside and the wetness of her vagina.

The doctor stands up and examines the 10-centimeter-long, wet device under the ceiling light. The nurse stands beside her, and they exchange a few words. They place the device in a plastic bag, presumably to analyze its fluids later in the lab. My mother is asked to stand up. I think she's about to get dressed, but instead, she nods as she receives further instructions. With a defeated expression, she curls her lower lip. Then, reluctantly, she bends over the examination table, exposing her backside to everyone, her large breasts hanging loosely in that position. This time, the doctor looks at me.

"Can you penetrate your mother?" she asks.

"Oh, excuse me, I don't understand."

The nurse points at my crotch. "Can you penetrate your mother? Penis? Fuck?"

I'm speechless at this brazen question, but I suppose my mother tacitly agrees with everything they're asking, because she's still bent over and not answering. I can see part of her vagina and anus; her legs are spread. She's wet. Glistening. A trickle is about to fall onto the floor. Is this what my mother meant when she said she'd had "the same fantasies" when we watched "Valentine and Miguel" yesterday? Incest clearly holds a certain attraction for her.

The nurse steps forward because I'm taking too long and, as if it were a completely normal day, frees my erection and leads me to my mother. The doctor and nurse work together to spread and hold open Mom's wet entrance. Everyone looks inside, at Mom's stretched asshole and her soaking wet pussy, which is begging to be fucked. The nurse pinches my erection with one hand, and with the other, she pushes me from behind so that I penetrate Mom. The doctor helps guide my cock into the hole from which I was born.

Mom gasps softly, but she doesn't protest. I thrust further, inch by inch, much deeper than with the small device I was just using, until my crotch is pressed against Mom's ass and her pussy is stretched. Her body trembles and she moans. I start fucking her. This is what this is all about: no experimenting, no exploring, just real fucking. Her moans grow louder, more insistent, as she comes again. She moves with me, pushing back with her ass as if desperate to explore the sensations. Her wet pussy grips my shaft, squeezing me with every contraction. Besides the sound of her wet hole being fucked, there's a trickle of water in the room, and it's not from the rain outside. We notice milk dripping from Mom's breasts onto the floor. Without us squeezing or physically stimulating them, her breast milk is leaking from her nipples simply from the fucking. It only makes my cock harder. I squeeze the area between her waist and buttocks, my thrusts hardening until she cries out. The doctor and nurse watch, fascinated, occasionally glancing at each other with raised eyebrows. The doctor takes notes on a clipboard as he observes Mom's orgasm. The nurse kneels and touches my mother's breasts to check for leakage. Mom's breathing is now short, sharp, gasping sounds, her moans turning into cries of ecstasy. Her climax is pornographic as she screams, and I fuck even harder, the sound of her milk drops falling to the floor growing louder as well.

My mother pats herself down after her orgasm and withdraws, standing upright with her back against the examination table. Her body is trembling as if she were standing in the freezing cold, and her eyes are bewildered. She can't believe it. She can't believe this has happened to her. Her breasts are swollen, milk is spurting slightly, and wetness is running down her legs. She stares at my furiously hard penis.

The doctor takes care of my mother, comforts her, wraps a blanket around her, and says something in Spanish to calm her down.

"Okay. Okay. He's just your son."

These words calm my mother. The nurse does me a favor and strokes my penis without a single expression on her face. She strokes until I come, several spurts spraying into her other palm. Her hand holds a warm pool of my thick, white semen. Again, she remains expressionless. I assume the nurse will wipe her hand with a paper towel and wash it with soap. Instead, the nurse walks up to my mother and holds the palm of her soiled hand to her mouth. The doctor and nurse watch my mother's reaction closely to see what she will do. My mother sticks out her tongue to loudly slurp up my semen, then runs her tongue over the nurse's hand to lick up the rest. Seeing your own mother with a mouthful of your fresh semen is something you'll never forget. Believe me.

xxx

Images of the fertility artifacts are projected onto the large screen while my mother gives a lecture at the podium. She is dressed semi-formally as she speaks to the world's leading researchers about her time at Columbia and the groundbreaking discovery. She wears a blazer, which she now always wears around experts, because without it her breasts would have been so obvious.

The slides show photos I took of my mother at the excavation site, posing with the locals, heavy machinery behind them, or working out plans with other Americans from the company. The people in the audience see my mother and see her as a pioneer of modernity.

As she begins to recount her first encounter with a breastfeeding woman, all I can think about is how, since that pivotal moment in the doctor's office, I've been fucking my mother every single day. Most of our sessions took place under strict medical supervision. The nurse took samples, the doctor ran tests on Mom's orgasm fluid in the lab. It was all under the guise of research, but my mother was addicted to coming on my cock, and it helped her clear her head before starting her day at the excavation sites.

At night, she would sometimes come to my room with an urgent, primal need to nurse me. She claimed it was because the pumps were making her nipples sore and she needed a gentler way to relieve her breasts. But it was obvious she wanted me to suckle at her nipples and drink her milk—for her personal and sexual gratification. So I did it for her, kneeling, my head partly in her arms, taking her large nipples into my mouth, her sweet milk flowing. This made her brown nipples swell more than anything else.

Sometimes we'd have sex again, or she'd suck my cock and swallow before going back to her room to sleep. Before she left, she'd say something like, "Don't tell the doctor," because we had strict instructions that all sexual contact had to be monitored. She always made sure no one saw her entering or leaving my room. Discretion was paramount. She was worried about her reputation and didn't want any nasty rumors circulating among her colleagues.

"The crucial question remains: What drives a mother to bed with these stones? A sister with a brother? A father and daughter? These questions remain unanswered, but the progress we are making is astonishing. One thing is clear: There is an intuitive level beyond the physical. That should inspire us all."

My mother receives a standing ovation from the esteemed experts as her lecture concludes. She smiles wholeheartedly; this is her moment to shine. Next, she answers questions from the audience. Most are curious about the incest aspect, wondering if it's common among the people of Colombia or if she believes the artifacts are responsible. My mother elaborates on the stones, explaining how they create a genetic attraction.

I wonder if anyone found out that my mother fell under the same spell. Everyone in the American corporation knew we were mother and son. This aspect was omitted from the presentation. I suspect her colleagues are wondering if we did something. I'm sure some attendees did some research and discovered our family ties.

Her heels are on the floor, one on its side, the other upside down. Her expensive wardrobe, which she bought for this lecture, is scattered on the bed.

“I never thought I would ever find myself in this situation,” she says. “But I’m glad the stone chose me. It has shown me an inner strength I never knew existed. And I feel like I’m connected to something greater than myself.”

"You were right all along. The universe is vast."

"Thank you for your help. I couldn't have done it without you."

She gestures for me to come closer, and when I'm close enough, she hugs my leg while she sits there, and I stroke her hair. With her free hand, she rubs my crotch, then takes out my penis and holds it firmly. She begins to lick and suck, her tongue circling the head. The time she's doing something to her breasts is always when she's most aroused. My mother stops suckling, opens the milk bag, sits up straight, and looks me in the eyes. Slowly, she pours the milk over her large breasts as if she were icing a cake. She's never done this before, and the sight of the white on her brown nipples is intoxicating. It drips down her body and onto the floor.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I want to feel my milk flowing over my skin while I suck you. I'm so aroused right now."

She starts sucking again, her lips encircling my shaft. I watch in awe as she moves up and down, taking me deeper into her warm, moist mouth. Her tongue massages the sensitive skin beneath my glans and then my testicles. With her other hand, while she continues sucking, she squeezes her breasts, plays with her large nipples, spreads milk on her skin, and feels uncontrollable pleasure.

Deepthroating drives me to the brink of madness, and Mom senses this, so she starts sucking harder. She looks at me as she sucks and caresses her milky tits. I explode in her mouth, my sperm shooting down her throat. She swallows every drop without breaking eye contact, for better or for worse, thanks to the magical powers of the fertility stones.

End

Hours later, I go to Mom's hotel room, which is down the hall from mine. We booked separate rooms to avoid suspensions due to the nature of her lectures. It's not always clear what my mother wants, because despite her daily orgasms and her breastfeeding routine, she feels guilty about it. She's ashamed to do these things with me—the breastfeeding, the sex. But her desire stems from a primal state. Breastfeeding touches her emotionally and ignites her lust.

I swipe the keycard and enter Mom's room – she is stark naked and slumped over in a chair.

On the table is a breast pump with empty cups containing traces of milk, and a plastic bag full of milk lies on her stomach, between her hard nipples.

She has her legs crossed and doesn't look at me when I come in.

She is fixated on the milk bag, as if she still can't believe it.