As a young woman, just 18 years old, I knew my whole life was ahead of me. But at the moment, my biggest problem hadn't been overcome, and it was preventing me from living my life until I could finally tackle it. You see, when it comes to boys, I'm spoiled for choice.

I'm petite, blonde, with a firm butt and perky tits that drive guys wild. But for some reason, it's my own brother who really gets little pussies wet. Something about his masculinity, his confidence, and even his arrogance makes me just let him do whatever he wants to me.

The thing is, I didn't think he felt the same way, at least not in a way that would ever lead him to cross the line and act on it. I'm talking about incest, after all, the forbidden love that apparently made me hornier and hotter than the sun.

So I set about seducing him, something I couldn't do alone. I knew my brother Carl had his eye on my best friend Julie, so I enlisted her help immediately. Luckily, Julie—the hottest girl our age in the whole city—was a well-known slut, and so, to be honest, it was a little too easy to get her help.

"So, Suzy," she said to me as we walked home from school, "not only do you want to fuck your own brother, which, by the way, I don't judge you for, just to be clear, but you also want me to help you seduce him?"

“That’s right,” I said, “and don’t tell me you don’t like it.”

“I would never do that,” Julie replied. “I’m just dying to know the details of your strategy to get your brother to commit the greatest sin of his young life.”

"Well, he's older than me," I argued, "so if we do it right, he'll take advantage of me."

"That's a twisted logic, girl," Julie said laughing, "but I'm in."

“You should,” I said, “after all, your part is easy enough.” Then I explained to Julie that all we had to do was flirt with each other while my brother listened. Of course, we would pretend we didn’t know he could hear us and then give him the chance to watch. Then we would catch him, and I would blackmail him into doing it with me.

"What?" asked Julie. "Lesbian stuff?"

“Exactly,” I replied. “We’ll make it really hot, like you’re admitting to me that you’ve always wanted to do it, and I’m giving you the chance to try it, blah blah blah…”

"Don't say anything more," Julie said as we approached my house. "I was already on it, but this? This is going to be hilarious!" I finished Julie's explanation just as we reached the front door. We quickly slipped into character, and when we entered the house, we found my brother playing video games in the living room. I winked at Julie to signal the line, and then we were at the bottom of the stairs, right outside the living room.

“Oh Suzy,” she said in a lustful voice, “I know it’s weird, but I’m just getting so turned on.”

"It's okay," I said, hoping my brother would listen. "I get turned on too, we're girls, we get turned on a lot."

“But Suzy, it’s more than that,” she said, almost whimpering. “I’m not just getting turned on, I’m getting turned on for you.”

"For me?" I asked, trying to sound like a silly girl. "You mean you want me?"

“Oh yes,” she said. “I can hardly keep my hands off you, best friend. I would give anything to suck on your sweet little tits or touch your steaming hot pussy.”

"I, I, um, uh," I stammered. "I don't know what to say. I mean, I'm flattered."

“We spend so much time together in our panties,” she said. “I’m surprised you never noticed how much I desire you. Like I said, it’s uncomfortable, I know, but I can’t hold it back anymore. I just want you so badly!”

"Well," I said, noticing that the video game in the next room had stopped, "what are we supposed to do, you poor thing?"

“Let’s go upstairs,” Julie said, “then I’ll show you what to do.” Then we scampered up the stairs, almost bursting out laughing at our little trick. We’d really gone overboard, and even though we were just playing, I found it a little arousing for both of us. Upstairs in my room, we sat facing each other on the bed, the door deliberately left ajar. With any luck, my older brother was already keeping a watchful eye on us. I pulled my shirt up over my breasts and encouraged Julie to lick them.

"Hurry up," I whispered, slipping back into my role. "Is this what you want, Julie?"

"Oh, you have no idea," she said breathlessly. "I just have to suck on your perfect, perky tits." Then she leaned forward, cupped my breasts, and began to suckle them. I arched my back and closed my eyes.

“Oh,” I groaned, “that’s good.”

“See what you’ve been missing,” said Julie, “it’s so hot, isn’t it? Girl on girl is so hot!”

“Oh yes,” I said, “it feels so sexy. I love seeing your lips and tongue on my body.”

"That makes you wet, doesn't it?" she asked, "wet like me." Then she reached between her legs and felt herself.

“Oh yes,” I said, biting my lip as I pressed my hand against my wet crotch. “I’m practically dripping.” But before we could go any further, my brother Carl tumbled through the door into my room.

“HUPP!” Carl shouted as he collapsed on the floor next to my bed.

“Carl?!” Julie cried. “Oh no!” Then Julie jumped up and ran out of the room, pretending to be embarrassed. She slammed the door behind her, leaving me alone with my brother, who tried to escape as quickly as possible.

“Oh no, you won’t,” I said, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him back to the ground. I sat on his chest and glared at him angrily. “You won’t spy on me and get away with it!”

“I, I, um, uh,” Carl began, “I’m sorry, Suzy, I was just… Damn! How could a guy ignore all that sex talk downstairs? I just had to look, I just had to!”

"You're a naughty boy, Carl," I said, pulling up my skirt, "and just look how wet I am."

"What?" said Carl. "I, fucking shit, I don't think... hey Suzy, that's not..."

"Shut up," I said, "I'm totally hot and aroused, and you've ruined my chances of having an orgasm. What am I supposed to do now, huh? ... Masturbate alone again?!"

“Suzy, I’m your brother, I can’t… We can’t do this!”

“You think I don’t know that, Carl?” I said, sliding forward so that my wet panties were right in front of his face. My hot pussy was visible through the thin fabric, and I was sure my scent filled Carl’s nose as I seduced him. “But you’re the only one here, and I’m going to come anyway. Just look at my pussy, Carl, look how hot it is.” He couldn’t stop staring at my crotch as I moved so close he could have licked me. I reached behind me and felt his hard cock yearning to escape his pants. “See,” I said devilishly, “you’re horny too, admit it. I can feel your big cock. Come on, Carl, just lick me a little. Come on, you owe me, just a little.” I rubbed his cock, and sure enough, my brother’s protests stopped as he gave in.

"Well," he said quietly, "screw it." Then he lifted his head and stuck out his tongue. He licked me vigorously and thoroughly, and my labia immediately began to tremble.

“Oh,” I gasped, looking down at him as he started licking me like a thirsty dog. “Oh God, Carl, just like that. Lick my pussy, just like that, oh God, yesssss.” Then I pulled my panties to the side, and he closed his mouth around my bare pussy as I came. “Oh shit, Carl, yes, oh shit!” I came in my brother’s mouth, but I wasn’t nearly done with him. So I slid back until I was sitting on his thick cock, rubbing it through his pants as we came face to face.

"What else do you want from me?" he asked. "That's so wrong."

“That’s why it feels so good,” I said, bending down and kissing him passionately with lots of tongue. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about sex, it’s that guys can’t resist a hot girl. And so all I had to do was take the lead to keep my brother interested.

"Oh, Carl," I pleaded between kisses, "your big cock wants to come out and play. Won't you put it in my hot, horny pussy?"

“Oh, damn it, yes,” he said aggressively, then turned me around so he was on top as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his big, thick cock. “This bastard wants to fuck so badly, remember that,” he said, looking down at me as he pulled off my panties, “you asked for it. You wanted this.” Then he shoved his whole cock inside me and within seconds we were fucking properly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him tight as I pulled him down on top of me so we could make out. “Lord, I can’t believe I’m fucking my own sister.”

"But you're really annoying," I moaned as he thrust deeper inside me, "and you're doing it sooo good. Oh God, yes, fuck me with that amazing cock, make me all juicy and wet, oh yes. I can feel you deep inside me... fuck me, big brother, fuck me..."

Then I glanced over and noticed the bedroom door was ajar. I looked closer and saw Julie sitting on the floor in front of the door, fingering herself. Our eyes met, and I bit my lower lip to signal that I wanted to bring Julie in. So Julie stood up and entered the room, simultaneously taking off her top. Carl sat up, startled, and began to stammer. "Oh shit, I, uh, I..." he said. "Shut up, Carl," Julie said, stripping down to her panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Let your sister come up here for some air; this pussy isn't going to eat itself." Carl paused just long enough for me to get on all fours and dive headfirst into Julie's lap. As soon as I started licking my best friend's pussy, Carl started fucking me again, but this time from behind. He grabbed my hips and rammed me hard and violently, like a wild animal. "Wow, he's really fucking you, Suzy? And you fucking love it, don't you?"

“Oh yes,” I sighed, “my big brother fucks so well, and my pussy loves his cock so much!” The three of us were in a frenzy, and Julie beckoned Carl closer while I went down on her. She curled her finger as she sat up so they were facing each other. Carl leaned over my ass, kissed Julie hard on the mouth, and the two of them made out passionately while they used me from both sides. My eyes rolled back, my tongue went numb, and my pussy wouldn't stop coming.

“I’m about to cum,” Carl announced, pulling his cock out of me, sitting back on his heels, and jerking off his wet cock. Julie and I fell to our knees as he stroked his thick shaft until he shot a huge load of cum into both of our mouths. We caught as much of his load as we could on our tongues, but I was the one holding it with both hands. I took his throbbing cock into my hungry mouth and let him come right down my throat.

“This is my brother,” I said, “so this is my load.” Then Julie took my face in her hands and turned my head to hers.

"Well, you're my best friend," she said, looking me in the eyes, "so we share everything." Then we kissed and exchanged fresh sperm. Carl sat there,
Horrified and shocked by what he had just done, yet simultaneously enjoying the sight. The hottest girl in town shared his load with his own.
sister whom he had just thoroughly fucked.

“Damn,” Carl muttered, “I’m definitely going to hell for this.”

“Wow,” I said to Julie as we continued making out, “that was more than I planned.” At that moment, Carl realized he was being led astray and having sex with me. He looked down at our naked bodies in front of him, reached down over our backs, and started fingering our pussies. “Oh no, Carl,” I cried, “we can’t come anymore, please don’t!”

"Screw it," Carl said, as his erection grew back to full force. "If I go to hell, I'm taking you little sluts with me!" And then the three of us fucked and sucked hard again. It wasn't until our parents came home that Julie finally left, and the house returned to a semblance of normalcy. But that was short-lived. All evening, at dinner or while doing homework, Carl and I kept making eye contact, giggling, and thinking about each other. Later, after everyone had gone to bed, I lay in bed and couldn't sleep. So I slipped out of my creamy panties first and then crept down the hall to his bedroom. I quietly opened the door and called for him. "Big brother?" I whispered. "Are you awake?" I asked. "Yes," Carl whispered back. "What do you want?" I stood by his bed, reached under my nightgown, and began to touch myself. "I'm wet again, and I can still feel you," I said. “I can still feel that big, hard cock pounding into my little pussy.” Without another word, Carl threw back the covers, revealing his thick erection. Then he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto the bed with him. He kissed me on the mouth as he ripped off his pajamas. We spent the rest of the night fucking in Carl’s bed like real lovers, trying our best not to wake our parents. We didn’t realize it at the time, but we actually did wake our mother. Not only did she watch the whole thing right outside the door, but what happened next is a story for another time.

THE DAY I STOLE TIMMY'S BAD SOCKS

My name is Jake, I'm 13, and I live in a tin can on wheels, better known as a trailer, in the middle of nowhere in Alabama. Some people call it a trailer park; I just call it home. I live here with my mom and my two younger siblings.

It kind of stinks, there's trash everywhere, and it's full of crazy poor people, but it's better than nothing, I guess. Mom says we're just barely getting by, which is just her way of saying we're broke. But I'm not complaining—there's always something to do or see. Like I said, it's not much, but it's my home.

I'm a redhead, by the way, just like Mom—pale as a ghost, with messy red hair that just won't stay in place. I'm not too tall, not too short, kind of in between. I have these big, dark green eyes that girls seem to like, despite all the freckles on my face. Oh, and I have braces, so I have to grin like a metalhead until they come off.

I don't have any hair yet either, so that's something. Mom says I look good, but I guess that's just what mothers say. Anyway, I don't want to bore you with any more useless stuff. I actually want to tell you a funny story that happened a few weeks ago.

It was one of those scorching hot mornings when it felt like the sun was frying everything. I was hanging around the caravan when I saw Mrs. Thompson, Timmy's mother, out in her garden getting ready to do laundry. She was completely absorbed in her work, so I seized my opportunity.

I crept over to her laundry basket and found a pair of the most disgusting socks I'd ever seen. They were discolored from white to a nasty yellow, especially at the toes, and completely crusted over. I knew they had to be Timmy's socks. I ran off and stuffed the stinky socks into my backpack when I heard giggling behind me.

I turned around and saw Mrs. Thompson grinning at me with her arms folded. Mrs. Thompson is a tall, very white woman in her forties with legs that look as if they could run faster than a racehorse. She is wearing a summer dress that flutters in the wind and is barefoot, as she usually is.

Her feet were pretty, but also covered in dirt from walking around outside all day. Her long brown hair fell down her back. She had really big blue eyes.

I froze, but she just shook her head and laughed.

"You're a real little rascal, aren't you?" she said, giggling. "I wouldn't mind if you took those stinky socks and threw them somewhere. Timmy wore them so often that they made the whole apartment stink. If I'd washed those disgusting things, I would have gotten a terrible case of athlete's foot on my fingers."

She laughed warmly at me and smiled heartily. She was always joking and laughing. Then she said:

"Tell your mom we're having a barbecue tonight. You, your brother, and your sister should come over. Timmy would love to hang out with you, and it would be good for everyone to have some fun."

I grinned and left with Timmy's smelly socks in my backpack. And yes, Mrs. Thompson was the BEST! I'll tell you more about her soon.

When I returned to the caravan, I saw Mom grabbing her bag and looking at her watch. She looked like she was in a hurry.

She's a nurse, and although she's in her early forties, she's a real stunner. She's tall but fit, with strong, white legs and a rather impressive bust. Today she's wearing the same nylons as last night, which reminded me that we haven't done laundry in a few days. Her curly red hair is pulled back, and she has this professional yet tired expression on her face.

I told her that Mrs. Thomson had invited us to a barbecue.

Mom sighed. "I can't go, Jake. I have to go to work, and there's no one to look after your siblings."

I begged her: "Come on, Mom, please? I really want to come along. It'll be fun!"

She hesitated for a moment and then said, "All right, you can go, but only if you take your brother and sister with you. You have to look after them while I'm working. Deal?"

I nodded eagerly. "Deal!" I said, already thinking about how I could get Emily and Tommy to behave.

"Anything else?"

Mom gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Yes, the toilet is clogged again. If you could take a look and see if you can fix it before I get back tomorrow morning, I would be very grateful. I'm fed up with dealing with the thing."

With that, she was out the door, leaving me with the children and a potential plumbing disaster. I chuckled to myself and went inside.

The first thing I did was go to my "room"—it's just a small cubicle with a door, just big enough for me, a tiny mattress, and a few of my things. I quickly took off my sneakers… and my feet smelled awful. I hadn't been wearing socks this morning, and I wondered if Timmy's socks smelled worse. So I got them out of my backpack and started examining them. And boy, was I shocked to find that Timmy's socks smelled worse than my damp feet.

I wished I had time to mess around a bit, but I was determined to get the whole thing done before dark. So I simply put the pair of socks with the other things I had stolen in a shoebox I had hidden under my mattress.

Now for the dirty work: cleaning the toilet. Most of the guys I know would rather take a long walk down a damn high mountain than deal with a clogged caravan toilet, but honestly, it doesn't bother me that much. I mean, it's just my mom's, my brother's, and my sister's poop. Not that I'm cleaning up other people's shit.

First, I grab the old plunger from under the sink and get to work. It's not the cleanest tool in the world, but it's been through a lot with us. I start stamping, pushing up and down with all my might, trying to dislodge whatever is causing the blockage. The pipes groan and gurgle, and I'm pretty sure I'm starting to sweat.

After a few minutes of hard work and a fair amount of muscle power, I decide it's time for reinforcements. I get out the drain cleaner, making sure to follow the instructions exactly so I don't do more harm than good. I pour it in and let it work its magic while the chemical bubbles and hisses, doing its job. While I wait, I scrub around the toilet with a brush. That's when I notice the mess inside: bits of corn, pieces of hot dog, and what looks like a small lake of urine. It's like a disgusting buffet of leftovers from the caravan park. And I'm pretty sure my sister has diarrhea again, because only she can produce the most disgusting, filthy brown stuff. I can almost hear her excuses in my head—"I didn't mean to, Jakie!"—as I try not to gag while cleaning. I did tell Mom the hot dogs didn't smell right. It's a disgusting job, but someone has to do it.

Once I'm finished, I give myself a quick pat on the back. Hopefully, Mom will be happy to come home from work and can take a nice long poop in this clean toilet! I bet she'll be thrilled.

I go over to see what my little brother and sister are doing. They'd already eaten lunch before Mom left, so they're dozing on Mom's big bed. We all sleep together at the end of the caravan – it's kind of cozy, even though it's cramped.

I sneak into the room and see them lying stretched out, like a couple of angelic little gnomes.

Eight-year-old Emily is wearing a faded pink T-shirt with a cartoon cat on it and worn shorts with colorful polka dots. She is hugging her beloved teddy bear tightly, and her hair is tousled from her nap.

Tommy, 10 years old, is wearing a simple blue T-shirt and old, frayed denim shorts. His shirt is pulled up a bit while he sleeps, and his hair is a little disheveled. One arm hangs over the edge of the bed, as if he's fast asleep. They both look like they've had a long day and are enjoying their nap, even if the bed is a bit cramped.

Then I noticed something that made me smile. Her feet—especially the soles—were filthy. She'd obviously been running around barefoot after school. Dirt and grime were everywhere, and you could even detect a hint of that typical children's foot smell. Other people might find it kind of gross, but it's just part of our little life in the caravan park. I decided to take a quick shower outside before making us a snack and heading over to Mrs. Thompson's. I grabbed my towel and some "clean" underwear—because, let's be honest, we don't exactly have a lot of clean clothes lying around.

The outdoor shower isn't much, but it does the job and feels quite nice on a hot day. I had just stepped outside after my shower when I spotted Timmy and his best friend Becca.

Timmy is a bright little guy, three years younger than me, who always runs around barefoot and makes a mess. His feet are covered in dirt and he has this mischievous look in his eyes. He wears ripped shorts and a T-shirt with a superhero logo that has definitely seen better days.

Becca is just as wild and looks exactly like Pippi Longstocking. Her bright red hair is tied back in two messy braids. She is barefoot and covered in dirt, wearing a worn-out overall that is now more mud than fabric.

"You were all at the mud pit, right?" I tell them. They just giggle and run off holding hands.

After meeting little Timmy, I just couldn't help myself. I had to go to my room and sniff his stinky, crusty socks until I jerked off really fast and hard, spraying my pillow. I simply turned it upside down, cleaned myself with one of Timmy's disgusting socks, and put it back in the shoebox.

When I finally got out of my room, Emily and Tommy were slowly waking up. Emily was already crying, rubbing her tummy, and saying she really needed to poop. I had to giggle, remembering how I'd told Mom the hot dogs would cause trouble. I helped my little sister up and into the bathroom. The poor thing had ruined the toilet I'd just cleaned and cleared.

I simply had to let her do her business while Tommy went outside to wash himself.

I went into the kitchen and made them something to eat. We didn't have much, and hot dogs were out of the question, so I just spread some cheap cheese on bread and put it on the table for them to help themselves when they were finished.

I spent the rest of the time playing on Mom's old phone until the sun went down. Then I helped Emily and Tommy get dressed, trying to pick out the least smelly clothes I could find.

Then I had a funny idea. I went to my room, grabbed the shoebox, and took out Timmy's disgusting, crusty socks. They were so yellow they looked like they'd been through a forest of cheese and back a hundred times. And one of them was still damp with my semen. I waved it in front of Tommy and said, "Hey, look what I've got for you!"

Tommy's eyes widened and his nose wrinkled. "Ew, they're so disgusting! I can smell them from here! Phew!"

I laughed and said, "Hey, that's all we have for you right now. Just put them on!"

Tommy grimaced and said, "Absolutely not! They smell like old milk!"

I nudged him with a grin. "Come on, don't be a scaredy-cat. We're already late!"

Reluctantly, Tommy put on the socks. As soon as they touched his feet, he grimaced and squirmed. "Ew! They feel all slimy and disgusting!"

I noticed how dirty Tommy's feet were, especially between his toes. They hadn't been washed at all and looked even worse with the dirty socks. I smiled to myself, knowing that Tommy was the laziest person ever to wash their feet!

Tommy just shook his head, still grimacing. He put on his old sneakers, and we finally set off for Mrs. Thompson's.

“Hey, Mom. Look!” shouted my son Joey.

I turned my gaze away from his bare bottom, looked into his big brown eyes and said, "I'm watching, baby."

Joey turned his head back, leaned forward, and whispered something in Tommy's ear. The next thing I remember, Joey pulled his stiff, three-inch, hairless cock out of Tommy's ass. He detached himself between Tommy's legs so he could sit up. Then Tommy rolled onto his stomach and got down on all fours.

While Tommy was on all fours with his legs spread as wide as a nine-year-old could manage, Joey quickly slid over to Tommy and pushed his thin, 10-centimeter-long penis back into Tommy's already oiled asshole. Tommy and Joey giggled as my son's glans slid in.

They both groaned as his shaft soon followed. Joey thrust a little further until his testicles were pressed firmly against Tommy's tight, extra-small, hairless scrotum. I, too, let out a sigh of excitement as I watched the two begin to mate.

I'd been watching them fuck for months, but this time it was by far the most exciting. I suppose it was because with a little movement I could see their two young asses and, if I was in the right spot, even watch my son's cock slide in and out of Tommy's ass.

I looked more closely and saw that Tommy must really be enjoying it this time, because his five-centimeter-long, hairless, somewhat thicker penis was now throbbing as it waited for its turn with my son.

Joey thrust his cock firmly into Tommy's ass and then back out again. The angled position made it easy for him to forcefully push his small penis in and out. It seemed Tommy was enjoying the extra-hard fuck this time just as much as Joey. They both started moaning as their breathing quickened and their moans grew louder.

"Mom! I'm about to have that really awesome feeling!", my son shouted.

"Good." "Kid. Enjoy it to the end," I shouted back.

Soon my son was giving faster, short thrusts, and then one final, powerful thrust. He collapsed onto Tommy's back, breathing so heavily that I was afraid he would hyperventilate. Eventually, he regained control of his breathing and sat up, but with his cock still inside Tommy's ass and his hands on Tommy's buttocks, Tommy couldn't move.

"Joey, it's time to let Tommy have his turn." "You have to pull out now," I said to my son in a motherly voice.

He did as I wanted, taking his hands off Tommy's sweet, soft ass and pulling his penis out of his ass. Joey lay down, and Tommy quickly moved between my son's legs. They were back in the missionary position, but my son was on the bottom.

Tommy lubricated my son's bottom and his own small but nicely thick shaft before bending over my son's sexy 10-year-old body. Apart from the hair on their heads, these two kids were as hairless as the day they were born, just the way I like it.

Tommy wasn't as good in bed as my son, but it was still fun to watch him, especially when he was fucking my son's tight asshole. Tommy was a bit more loving and compassionate, though, which made up for his lack of skill.

Tommy leaned forward and looked into my son's large brown eyes with his gentle blue eyes. Tommy smiled before his lips met Joey's. They began to kiss, and a moment later I watched their tongues dance in each other's mouths.

While their tongues played, Tommy lowered his body until his cock touched my son's asshole. Shortly after initial contact, Tommy pushed down, forcing his large glans into my son's wrinkled hole. With an uncomfortable groan from Joey and a lustful moan from Tommy, he was inside.

Once inside, he wouldn't get out until he was finished. Tommy began thrusting until his entire shaft was inside Joey's skin and his testicles were pressed against Joey's. Then, with one powerful thrust, he pushed in a little further before pulling out. He withdrew his shaft as far as it would go and then thrust it back in, sending an electric shock through my son's body.

Now that Joey had gotten used to the cock in his ass, Tommy started pulling it out and thrusting it back in while he fucked my son. He lowered his head and began licking and sucking my son's nipples while I pushed his small cock in and out of Joey's body. 

I was already aroused from watching Tommy's ass move up and down, but now that Tommy's ass was so clearly visible and I saw his cock sliding in and out of my son, I was getting overheated. I was so close to orgasm that it actually hurt. From experience, I knew Tommy wouldn't be long before he had one of his dry, childlike orgasms. I watched him closely, waiting until he was on the verge of coming. When I saw Tommy thrusting harder than usual, I knew it was happening. I reached between my legs and pressed hard on my clit through my denim shorts. That was all it took. I exploded, flooding my panties and shorts with one of the biggest loads of cum I'd had in a long time. As my breathing returned to normal, so did Tommy's and my son's. Tommy pulled out and kissed my son on the lips before lying down next to him in bed. Joey wrapped his arms around Tommy and held him tight as they cuddled. As always, I tucked them in and let them sleep together while I worked in the house.

This had been the norm for a few months, and until then, it had simply been sexually arousing. Almost a year had passed since I had started babysitting Tommy. He was eight years old at the time, and since both his parents worked, they needed someone to look after him when they both had to work at the same time. Since Tommy and Joey were already friends, it was only natural that I would babysit him.

I was a single mother when my husband died due to medical negligence. I received a generous severance package, so I didn't have to work full-time anymore. I worked here and there for a little extra to buy special things, but mostly I helped out at homeless shelters whenever they needed me.

When the opportunity arose to babysit Tommy, I jumped at it. I thought he was really cute and knew his parents could use some help. They paid me, but not as much as a daycare, and I was available day and night if they needed someone to look after their child. I'd been babysitting him for about six months when the boys got stuck outside in the rain. When they finally got home, they were soaked and covered in mud from trying to run through the puddles to get to the house. I met them at the back door as they came running upstairs. "Stay calm, you two. You're not getting into this clean house looking like that," I ordered. They just looked at me as if they didn't know what to do or say. I told them to just stand still for a moment. They were sheltered from the rain on the porch, but not inside, so I knew they were safe when I went to get some towels. When I came back, I simply said, "Take your clothes off."

"Here?" they both chirped.

“Yes. Right here. Right now. Nobody will see it, and if they do, I’m sure they’ll like it,” I teased her.

They slowly began to undress completely. When they had only removed their underwear, they paused and asked if they should take off their underwear too. I told them that their underwear had to come off as well. Finally, they removed the last piece of clothing. Now I had two little naked boys right in front of me. I felt my pussy getting hot as I looked at their cute little limp cocks. After I had a good look at them both, I took some towels and dried them off, paying special attention to their genitals. I sent them to the bathroom, where I had them both take a warm bath at the same time. Meanwhile, I threw their clothes in the washing machine. When they were finished bathing, I dried them off and sent them to play in Joey's bedroom. I told them to stay naked until their clothes were washed and dried.


I went to check on them a little later and found them both examining each other's genitals. I stood in the doorway and watched as they began touching and stroking each other's penises and testicles. Joey went a step further and had Tommy lie down so he could get a better look at Tommy's anus. He spread it open but never inserted a finger. I noticed that the longer they touched and played with each other, the more intense they became. The harder they got, the more they played, until they both had stiff, small, bald penises.

Since my panties were getting wet quickly, I finally made my presence known. I entered the room and watched them until they realized what I was watching. Tommy noticed first.

“Miss Judy,” tweeted Tommy.

This caught Joey's attention. Joey sat up and pulled his fingers away from Tommy's small penis. Then he placed his hands over his genitals to cover his hard cock.

“Mom… we just…” Joey began.

"It's okay. I know what you did." I interrupted him. To defuse the situation, I asked, "Do you have any questions? Is there anything you'd like me to teach you?"

"What do you want me to teach you?" Joey asked.

“Well, whatever you can do to make it feel good. There are a lot of things you’ll need to know eventually, so you might as well learn them at a young age,” I replied.

“Okay,” they both said, finally relaxing and exposing their genitals.

The sight of these two little boys naked, with their semi-erect little penises, quickly brought back memories of how my fetish for little boys began. I was a young teenager when I accidentally caught my two younger brothers about to fuck each other in the ass.

I must have been about 14 years old at the time. Sam, my 10-year-old brother, was lying on the bed with his brother Ted between his legs. Ted was 11, almost 12, at the time. They were both completely naked and both hard as rocks. Ted's penis seemed about 11 cm long, but rather thin. Sam's small penis was about 9 cm long and almost as thick as his older brother's. Sam had no pubic hair at all, while Ted only had a few scattered hairs that were just starting to sprout. When I came in, they first told me to leave because they were busy, but when I didn't go, they gave up and told me to be quiet if I wanted to stay. I watched as Ted smeared something from a tube onto Sam's buttocks and then some onto his own hard penis. I knew enough about sex to know that to have sex, you had to take a penis and put it into a girl's vagina. I had no idea two men could do it together, so I was really interested in what they did and how they did it. Ted positioned his penis at Sam's asshole and started thrusting. Sam squirmed as he tried to get away, but he never yelled for me to make my brother stop. Ted, who was much bigger, held Sam until he could push the tip of his penis into Sam's ass. Once the tip was in, Sam calmed down and let his older brother push the rest in as well. Then Ted started pulling out and thrusting back in. I knew from sex education class that Ted was fucking Sam. I had never seen two people do it live before, so it was a very formative experience for me, being my first time.

As I watched Ted fuck his brother in the ass, my fingers began to caress my pussy through my tight shorts. The harder Ted fucked his brother, the harder I pushed into my own slit. Just before Ted came, a very strong, pleasurable sensation washed over me. It started between my legs and traveled up through my stomach, my chest, and finally my glans. Later, I realized I had just had an orgasm, one I didn't know I could have on my own since masturbation wasn't covered in class back then. When Ted was finished with Sam, he pulled out. I looked more closely at Ted's penis and saw something white at the tip. I thought that was the semen I was seeing, and Ted must have put some of it in his brother's asshole. They switched positions, and this time Sam put his penis in Ted's ass, but when Sam pulled his limp penis out, there was nothing left at the tip. I was confused, but I knew I couldn't ask anyone, so I just let it go. Later, I learned that Sam was too young to ejaculate. Even though he had an orgasm, nothing came out, which was called a dry orgasm. I stayed and watched until they got dressed. Ted told me that if I promised not to tell anyone, I could watch if they did. I didn't want to tell anyone anyway, but I promised so I could watch them have sex again. I got to watch my two brothers have sex many times over the next few years. As they both grew hairy and got older, I kind of lost interest. I still watched, but it just wasn't the same as when they were both hairless or almost hairless. Now that I have my own son and another little boy, both young and hairless between their legs, right in front of me, I've started to take an interest again. I knew Tommy would be back in a few days, and I also knew his father would be picking him up soon. So I told the boys that since Tommy was leaving soon, I was going to teach them a lesson the next time he was here. They were both disappointed, but they understood. I made sure they weren't to tell anyone about our arrangement or that we'd had anything to do with sex. They said they understood and wouldn't say a word. Their clothes were dry by then, so I let them get dressed before Tommy's father showed up.

A few days later, Tommy was back at our house, and I kept my promise. First, I had them undress, and we went over their anatomy. I explained what each body part did and how they would orgasm, but they wouldn't ejaculate for a while. I taught them how to suck cocks and how to fuck each other in the ass. Oral sex wasn't that important to them, but they both really enjoyed being fucked in the ass and fucking each other in the ass. Eventually, we got into a routine: When Tommy came over, they would play outside or in the house until after lunch. They would eat, and while I cleaned up, they would bathe together. After the bath, I would dry them off, and they would run naked into Joey's room, where they would fuck each other in the ass. Afterward, I would let them cuddle and take a nap. Then I would wake them up so they could get dressed and play until Tommy's father came to pick him up. They both enjoyed the whole thing, and I simply loved watching two little boys with hairless penises getting their asses fucked again.

Today was no exception. While they cuddled, I cleaned the house and prepared dinner. At the agreed time, Tommy's father came and picked him up. I finished eating, and soon Joey and I were sitting at the table eating.

"So, where did you learn the doggy style position?" I asked my son while we were eating.

He giggled sweetly before telling me the story. "You remember Fred, don't you?" he began.

“Yes, he’s the cute little eight-year-old next door. I babysat him a few times a while ago,” I replied.

"Well, he has an older brother named Frank. He's 13, almost 14. Anyway, I was playing with Fred in their house when Frank came in and asked if we wanted to see something exciting. We said yes, so he took us outside and showed us two dogs doing it in their garden. Frank told us they were doing it doggy style. It looked so funny that I watched closely so Tommy and I could try it," he told me.

"So, did you like it?" I asked.

“Um… Hmmm…”, he groaned.

As we continued eating, we talked about school and many other things. I noticed Joey's absent-minded look, and I knew he wanted to ask something. I knew from experience that he would ask as soon as he was ready, so I just waited. It wasn't long before Joey asked me a surprise question.

"Mom?" Joey asked quietly.

I knew it was time, so I replied, "Yes, baby?"

"Um, may I ask you something?" he continued.

"You know you can ask me anything," I said.

Joey took a deep breath and then asked, "How long does it take for Tommy to ejaculate?"

Well, I thought I was prepared for any question he might ask, but this one completely threw me off. I was not only wondering how to answer, but also why he was asking such a thing. Since I didn't know why, I just answered as best I could.

"Well, sweetie, it's going to take quite a while. Usually sometime between 11 and 13, but it could take longer. So at least another two years for him and at least a year or so for you," I explained.

“Oh,” he said, disappointed.

I don't know exactly why I continued telling him what I was thinking, even though he hadn't asked, but for some strange reason I added, "My younger brother Sam was 13 when he first ejaculated." No sooner had I said it than I knew I had made a mistake.

Joey's head shot up from his plate, he looked me straight in the eyes and asked, "How do you know when Uncle Sam first ejaculated?"

I'm sure I blushed, and without being able to think of anything else to say, I decided to tell the truth. I told my son the whole story about how I'd caught my brothers having anal sex and how they'd let me watch so I wouldn't tell on them. I explained how seeing my brothers having anal sex had made me very curious, especially about seeing little boys being anal fucked, particularly when they were young and hairless. Then I explained that I was in the room watching them when Sam pulled his penis out of his brother's ass, and it had semen on the tip, just like his brother had when he pulled it out.

We had finished eating and I was just cleaning up the kitchen when I finished the long story. Joey got up to go into the other room when I noticed his penis bulging out of his shorts. I knew my panties were wet with excitement as I told the story, but I had no idea it had aroused Joey too.

"Looks like you need to take care of your little problem," I suggested, glancing at his genitals.

“I guess… I wish Tommy was here so I could stick him up his ass. It’s more fun that way than doing it alone,” Joey explained.

"So, I'm finished here. Should I watch? Would that be helpful?" I asked, hoping he would watch me.

Joey grinned broadly and replied, "That would be funny."

"Do you want to do something different this time?" I asked again, hoping he would agree.

"Sure," he shouted.

"Okay. Go to your room, take off your clothes and come with me to my bedroom," I told him.

Without further questions or delay, he ran into his bedroom to undress. I went into my bedroom and spread a large bath towel on the bed. As he ran into my bedroom, I let him climb onto my bed and sit on the towel. I sat down directly in front of him on the bed, from where I could see him clearly.

“Mmmm… you look good,” I groaned as my juices began to flow.

"And now?" Joey asked quickly.

I smiled at my son as I gave him instructions for a little game. I told him I would tell him when he could stroke his penis, which hand to use, and how fast to do it. I told him he couldn't come until I said it was okay. He was very excited about the new game and ready to play.

"Slowly stroke... Faster... Faster... Now stop. Now use your left hand... Faster... Faster... Faster... Stop." I began giving him instructions.

Once he had calmed down a bit, I continued: “Get on your knees and start stroking with your right hand… Slower… Slower… Now faster… Faster… Do it as fast as you can… Stop.”

Again I let him calm down before continuing. I did this for almost half an hour, and when I thought he'd had enough of the game, I let him come. He had a really intense orgasm, but he was still dry.

Once that was cleared up, I asked him why he wanted to know when Tommy would start ejaculating. He explained that he wanted to feel his ass being filled with hot cum. He also told me he wanted to know how it felt.
tasted. Then, with some hesitation, he told me he wanted to feel a cock ejaculate into his mouth. I felt my panties get even wetter as he told me what he wanted and why.

"Do you think you can find someone who will squirt in my ass and in my mouth?" Joey asked.

"Let me think, and you try to think of someone too. Now go take a shower and get dressed for bed. When you're ready, come into the living room, and we'll watch a movie together," I said to him.

While he was doing that, I took a long shower and pampered my yearning pussy. I got out of the car and put on panties and a short nightgown. It had to be short enough so Joey could see my cute panties. I didn't know exactly why, but I just wanted to arouse him again. Seeing him masturbate in front of me was something really special that I truly enjoyed, and I wanted to return the favor.

After the movie he went to bed, but shortly after I closed the door, I heard him masturbating. That's when I knew I simply had to find a way to give Joey what he wanted.

Over the next week, I thought about it long and hard, and even talked to Joey about it several times. Then something suddenly occurred to me. What about Frank? One evening at dinner, I brought it up to see what he thought.

He smiled, but he had a few concerns. He's so much older that he was worried his penis might be too big. I told him we could work on that, but any guy who could ejaculate would be big. He also asked how we were going to get Frank to do it. And even more so, how we could get Frank to do it while I watched. That was a problem I didn't even know how to solve.

I told Joey he needed to talk to Fred, since they were friends and he was at Fred's house several times a week. I instructed him to ask Fred questions, like whether he'd seen his brother's penis, how big it was, and whether he knew if his brother had ejaculated or not. Joey told me he could do that because he'd talked to Fred about sex several times. I didn't ask, but I figured they'd talked about sex because he also wanted to fuck Fred in the ass.

A few days later, Joey told me that Fred had said his brother had ejaculated because he'd watched him do it several times. Fred even admitted that he'd sucked his brother off multiple times and eaten his semen. When I heard that, my panties were instantly soaked. Fred told Joey that Frank's penis was about 12 cm long and a bit thicker than Joey's.

Next, we needed to find a way to get Frank to fuck my son's ass without Fred being there, but also while I watched. That would require some more trickery.

After a moment's thought, Joey and I hatched a plan. Joey would get Frank to help me with some heavy lifting. I would wear something very sexy and make sure he got a good look at my panties. Once I saw he was hard, I would make sure he saw Joey naked. We figured it would work best if Joey was also hard and playing with himself when Frank caught him. The tricky part was timing it so I'd catch Frank looking at my son. I would tell him he could fuck him if he wanted, because Joey would like it.

For all of this to work, we had to make sure Joey's asshole was big enough for Frank's hard cock. I got a dildo of the specified size and some lube. Together with Joey, I stretched Joy's ass so it could accommodate this big cock. At first, the dildo wouldn't fit, but with time, we finally managed to get it in. After a week of me fucking my son's ass with the dildo, we thought it was time.

We got everything ready, and as planned, Frank came over alone. I'm not sure who was more nervous, me or Joey. I was wearing a short miniskirt, and every time I bent over, my panties were visible. I gave Frank several squirts of my panties, which resulted in a massive erection. It was quite obvious that Frank was hard and ready to fuck.

When the time was right, I sent him to my son's room to get something, but when he opened the door, he saw Joey standing completely naked next to his bed, pulling on his hard cock. To make sure Frank didn't escape, I made sure I got in the doorway before Frank could leave the room.

"Looks like you two have something in common," I said to Frank as he was getting ready to leave the room.

"Ma'am?" Frank asked.

"To put it bluntly: Judging by the look of your hard cock, I think you want to fuck someone. And when you see Joey naked, I think he'd be a good target. How does that sound?" I asked Frank.

"Sounds damn hot to me." "Will you stay and watch?" he then asked.

"Do you want that?" I asked hopefully.

"It's okay," he replied.

Joey grabbed the lube, and in no time Frank was naked. Joey turned around, looked at Frank's long cock, and gave me a questioning look. Frank's cock did indeed look bigger than I'd expected, and I, too, wondered if I'd stretched Joey's ass wide enough.

"That's alright," I mouthed to my son.

He looked at me and smiled sympathetically before handing Frank the lube. Frank began rubbing it on his stiff cock while Joey got into bed. Joey lay down and spread his legs, preparing to be filled with cum for the first time in his life. Frank took the lube and began pushing some of it into my son's hole. He slid a couple of fingers in as far as they would go to make sure Joey's ass was well lubricated. Then he took a pillow and slipped under Joey's buttocks to lift him higher and allow for better penetration.

I moved my chair closer to the action and sat down so I could get a good look at my son being fucked in the ass by a teenager's cock. I hiked up my skirt a little so Frank could see my panties, while trying not to make it too obvious that I wanted him to watch. Then I watched as Frank positioned his glans right at the entrance to my son's tight young ass.

Frank did his best to get his glans into Joy's hole, but for some reason, my son resisted. I'm not sure if he was afraid of the pain or if he simply changed his mind. After several attempts, Frank leaned forward and kissed my son on the lips before bringing his head to his ear. I couldn't hear what Frank said, but a few seconds later, Frank gently thrust again, and at the same moment, Joey relaxed and pushed Frank's glans into my son's ass for the first time. With a soft whimper from my son and a loud, lustful groan from Frank, Frank began to carefully slide his cock in and out of Joey's ass. A few minutes later, Frank's balls were resting on my son's buttocks.

Now that the painful part was over, the fun could begin. I watched as Frank started pulling his cock out of my son's asshole, only to shove it back in faster than before. It only took about a minute before Frank was ramming my son so hard I could hear his full balls slapping against his buttocks. The sound of balls slapping against ass was arousing, and knowing my son was enjoying it, I relaxed and let my pussy get hot. I watched as Frank's cock slid in and out faster and harder. My fingers slipped under my skirt, as little of it as was left, and began rubbing my panties-covered pussy. Frank turned his head and saw me rubbing. I don't know if he liked that better or just my panties. It probably didn't matter, because he soon got going as he went full throttle. The faster Frank got, the faster I got, until we were both trying to outdo each other. Since I couldn't hold back any longer, I took one hand and pulled my skirt all the way up and out of the way. I slipped my other hand under my panties and into my already wet pussy. I fingered myself as fast as I could while watching my own son being ass-fucked by Frank. Frank, on the other hand, watched me and my panties-covered pussy closely as it was fingered by the mother of the son he was ass-fucking. Joey didn't notice at all what Frank and I were seeing.

Soon Joey tilted his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the fuck of his life. I knew he was enjoying it because his small, hairless cock was harder than ever, and every now and then he stroked it and played with his balls while his ass was being spanked by a pair of teenage balls and his hole was being fucked by the same boy. I couldn't take it any longer and started panting as I felt a massive orgasm wash over me. My eyes took one last, deep look at my son's ass being fucked before I, too, tilted my head back and closed my eyes. My hips lifted as my hand slid inside me. Then, with a final thrust, I let out a loud gasp as my orgasm shot a huge stream of cum into my panties. I had never come so much in my life. My panties were soaked, as were my fingers and the chair I was sitting on. Frank saw my incredible orgasm and couldn't hold back any longer either, shooting a huge load of sperm deep into my son's asshole. Frank collapsed on my son's chest, his breathing audible throughout the house. We all remained in the post-orgasmic position for a few minutes before moving. Joey, the only one who hadn't yet had an orgasm, asked first, "Frank, can I fuck you in the ass now?" he asked cautiously. Frank, who wanted to be fucked in the ass just as much as Joey, quickly turned around and took Joey. Joey was on top and Frank was on the bottom.

"Go on, boy. Fuck me as much as you want," Frank suggested.

Joey quickly lubricated his cock and Frank's ass, and with a swift movement, he thrust his penis into Frank's hot ass. Without any self-control, Joey went at it and kept going until he had an orgasm that rivaled any of ours. He was still dry, but you wouldn't have guessed that from Joey's moans.

Unlike Tommy and Joey during sex, Frank was soon up, clean, and dressed. I could see that Joey was disappointed not to be able to cuddle with Frank, but as I explained later, not everyone likes to cuddle after sex.

I stood up, smoothed down my skirt, and walked Frank to the door. I told him not to act like a stranger and thanked him for everything he had done. I think he was a little confused because he thought he was supposed to be the one thanking me.

Frank would come back from time to time to fuck Joey's asshole. Joey would continue fucking Tommy and eventually got to suck a load of cum from Frank's balls. A few months later, Tommy met Frank. I really enjoyed it when they had threesomes because I usually came at least twice. The following year, Fred joined the group, and for my birthday, they gave me a super nice present. I got to watch all four of them fuck each other after they'd sucked each other's cocks. I came so many times that day that I thought I'd never have to come again. Of course, I was wrong, and just a few days later, I was ready to masturbate again while watching the kids fuck. I'm going to be really disappointed when the kids grow out of this phase, but until then, I'll indulge my unusual fetish.

I want to tell you about something I'm not particularly proud of, even though in retrospect I would do it again. It's about my Finnish relatives who visited us in Norway.

I don't know why (none of my sisters have large breasts), but when my genes kicked in at age 12, I had large, full breasts, light hair, and a healthy libido to match when I was a thin 14-year-old.
Even as a teenager, it seems like everyone, especially adults, is constantly trying to touch your body, look up your blouse, or sneak a peek under your skirt. Honestly, it doesn't really bother me. Maybe I've just gotten used to it because it started so early.

Furthermore, I think we're quite uninhibited here in Scandinavia compared to other countries. Anyway, my Finnish relatives came to visit for a week. I hadn't seen my Uncle Matti and Aunt Petra for years. They don't travel much because my cousin has special needs. I was really looking forward to their visit and even came home from school to our little village to celebrate Midsummer. My family and relatives were eating prawns on the veranda when I got home.

It was about 7 p.m., but still light out. Everyone seemed happy to see me, especially my slightly overweight Uncle Matti. I'd always wondered why my sexy Aunt Petra was attracted to him. It wasn't long, however, before I found out. As I greeted everyone, I felt my mother's brother visually undress me while he peeled the shrimp he was eating. Norwegian shrimp have a very soft shell that can be removed with a simple grasp of the tail.

I felt like the shrimp he was holding, because he looked straight into my eyes before gliding it over my breasts, stomach, and legs. I was wearing this white, rather thin, gossamer-thin blouse, and the sun was behind me. I assumed he could see almost all the way down to my light blue bra. His gaze then traveled down to the crotch of my shorts, which were also white and quite tight.

I wondered how much of my labia was showing, but of course I couldn't look down to check. As he put the peeled shrimp in his mouth, his eyes wouldn't leave mine. I remember thinking, "What a pedo." I glanced around the table to see if anyone had noticed my lecherous uncle when my gaze fell upon my 18-year-old cousin, Sanna.

I hadn't seen her for about ten years and knew, of course, that she was special. At first glance, she didn't seem noticeably impaired, but then you quickly realized that her movements were somewhat uncoordinated. It was a shame she had a disability, because she was beautiful. She had shoulder-length, almost white hair that framed a kind face.

I could clearly see that she was blessed with full breasts, which swung back and forth beneath a loose white T-shirt. I realized that my cousin was the first girl in our family to have breasts as large as mine. I like bouncy breasts on young girls, exactly the kind I imagined hers would have—kind of saggy and soft.

She looked well-groomed and clean, if you know what I mean. Well-groomed is the English word for it. Someone had been spending time with her, that much is certain. I remember thinking my uncle had his hands on his sexy daughter at every opportunity.

My aunt was probably used to him spending time with Sanna, washing her hair, drying her after showering, and making sure her panties were tucked in properly. Yeah. As you can see, my thoughts wander to sex way too often for a girl my age, but that's just how I am. Now you're probably hoping I'll tell you next that I had to share a room with her, or even my aunt, that night, right?

Well, I didn't have to. They slept together in my brother's room, and I slept in my own. My uncle slept on the sofa, since the house was quite full. The first night my relatives were there, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, which was down the hall.

All the lights were off, but when I came out, I saw that a reading lamp was on in the living room where my uncle lived. Being the nice guy that I am, I decided to have a little fun and go in. I mean, why did he even turn the light on if he didn't want any company?

I was wearing a sleeveless, cropped tank top and small white panties with hearts on them that barely covered my dark pubic hair. (I don't shave.) The tank top exposed most of my stomach, and since it was sleeveless, it hardly concealed my breasts, as I'm pretty sure they were spilling out the sides. 

When I came in, I wasn't surprised to see my uncle sitting as if reading a book. "Can't Uncle Matti sleep?" I asked innocently and politely. He looked up, his eyes practically popping out of his head. He wasn't very discreet for a relative.

He wasn't really my type, but there's nothing better than flirting with someone. I just love it. Like I said, Uncle Matti was at least 50 years old, and his hair was fighting a two-front war. Even so, I felt my nipples, which are of the "different" variety, harden against my shirt.

He patted the sofa as if I were hard of hearing, which of course I'm not. Shyly, I went over to him and sat down next to him. We talked about my studies, his job, and how things were going with my cousin. "It's a shame she's the way she is," he said. He turned to me, put his right hand on my bare shoulder, and started talking into my cleavage as if my breasts had ears, which of course they didn't. I let him rub my shoulder a little without interrupting while we talked, as if I were intensely interested in his babbling. I pretended not to notice what he was doing and played the young, naive girl while he rambled on about a load of boring nonsense regarding his job in the metal industry. Boring.

Then he started telling me how beautiful I was and how much I'd grown since he'd last seen me. As he spoke, his caresses spread to the top of my undershirt, and when I closed my eyes, as if I were getting tired—which I wasn't—I felt his hand move lower and lower, down to my cleavage and then back up again. It was as if he were trying to lull me to sleep. He probably imagined himself as some kind of Don Juan. His hand moved up and down, to the back of my neck and under my chin, then over my shoulder blades to the hem of my T-shirt, again with the tips of his thick fingers. He grew bolder and bolder, finally sliding his hand right down to my cleavage.

I felt his fingers gently caress me there for a minute or two, and when he still felt no resistance, he spread my legs so wide he could almost feel my breasts up to my nipples. I bet he couldn't believe his luck. There he was, in his sister's house, groping his niece, who thankfully had fallen asleep. He'd got some nerve, I'll give him that. At that point, I thought it was time for a little fun, so I slowly opened my eyes and said in a sleepy voice, "Uncle Matti, I don't think you should be doing that, do you? After all, I'm only 18. And besides, I'm your niece!"

“Well, nobody needs to know,” he replied, and then added, “Does it feel that bad?” As he spoke, he reached down, cupped my left breast, and lifted it to gauge my reaction. Oh, he was a perverted old man, that much was certain. Then he lightly pinched my nipple, which made me gasp. “Uncle Mattie!” I cried, “I’m going back to bed now!” “Stay a little longer. PLEASE! You have such great tits. They’re so big!” Yes, he really said “tits”—not even “breasts.” What a miserable fellow! Then he grabbed my other “deep” and flicked the nipple with his thumb. Well, since he had said “please,” I let my uncle continue, especially since the feeling of being groped in the middle of the night by a horny, middle-aged relative was starting to really turn me on. I closed my eyes as his hands moved from one breast to the other, first lifting them, then caressing and squeezing them, each time pinching a nipple firmly. My breasts are quite sensitive, and my nipples were hard and ready to be sucked, but I wanted to get started before someone woke up. I mean, I felt pretty juicy from all that tit play and could already feel the moisture seeping from my wet pussy. I wondered if this was his routine with my Aunt Petra, too.

I pretended to fall back asleep and didn't realize what I was doing when I placed my hand on his erect penis and began rubbing it lengthwise with my fingertips. I could feel precum seeping through his pajama fabric. He was rock hard, and when I bent down to get a better look, I felt his hot breath in my ear. Optimistically, he sat up. I slowly pulled down his pajama bottoms, like I was unwrapping a present, and as the waistband slid over his stiff penis, it sprang up as if it were attached to a spring! Honestly, I'd seen bigger ones, of course, but surprisingly, he was quite thick. I pretended to wake up and let out loud "Ohs" and "Ahs" to make him feel comfortable with its length. Men his age don't care at all if you lie to them.

It seemed like her brain was turning to mush the harder her cock got. I squeezed his exposed, hot stiff cock a few times, then lowered my head and kissed the tip. I think he couldn't believe what was happening! His glans was dark pink and wet, and I swirled my tongue around it like I was deciding whether or not to bite into a popsicle, but then I lowered my head and swallowed the whole length down my throat. I heard him gasp. I pulled my buttocks in and tightened my full lips around my uncle's thick cock. I have no problem with deep throating. He put his hand on my head and pushed me down onto his cock so I couldn't pull away. I had to breathe through my nose, tickled by his curly pubic hair. He pulled back slightly and then thrust hard into my mouth. Again and again.

He eased the pressure on my glans just enough for the tip of his cock to touch my lips, but then he pushed up again, and once more my throat was filled with his thrusting cock, my face pressed against his groin, pubic hair curling into my nostrils. I couldn't really hold his cock like that with it all the way down my throat, so I reached down, cupped his hairy balls, and weighed them the way he had done with my tits. I squeezed them gently, and after about a minute of this technique, I felt him tense up. He lifted his ass off the sofa, stretched out his legs, and began to moan. I felt his hand on my glans, pressing me down hard as his cum gushed into my mouth. Most of his cum went practically straight down my throat, since it had nowhere else to go. I did my best to swallow as much as possible (it was a fairly new sofa), but some dribbled from the corners of my mouth when he let go of my head. I'm pretty sure he hadn't come in days! Thick clumps of sticky semen dripped down his penis, onto my hands, the corners of my mouth, and my chin.

He looked at me somewhat shyly when he was finished, wondering how I would react. But being the sexual person I am, I was still pretty horny. I stood up, took his hand, and slipped it into the waistband of my panties. Then I guided his finger to the top of my vulva and let him rub my clit and masturbate me. Meanwhile, with my other hand, I took his head and pulled his lips to mine. Then I kissed him and let him taste the remaining semen on my lips. I don't know if he was the conservative type who didn't want to taste his own semen, but I figured this was his revenge for making me take him deep in my throat. I don't mind taking someone deep in my throat, but he didn't know that. I pressed my hairy pussy into his hand and tried to be as quiet as possible. I felt a thick finger slide into my wet slit, and a few seconds later I came all over him, covering his entire hand with my juices. I kissed him the whole time. After I came, I took the finger out of my hairy pussy and let him lick my juices off it. I'd been on the train all day and hadn't had a chance to shower when I got home. So I don't know how "ripe" I smelled, but he didn't resist because, like I said, when men have sex, their brains turn to mush. Then I kissed him again, tasted my own pussy juice on his lips, and went to bed, satisfied with the whole seduction. I was pretty sure where things were headed when I came out of the bathroom in my tight panties and T-shirt and walked into the living room. But since our uncle was my guest, I let him think he'd seduced me, instead of the other way around. This meant that I had a slight advantage over him, which I wanted to use.

*****
Sex with my cousin Sanna took place on the first Saturday night my relatives were visiting. I suggested everyone go to a fancy restaurant and I could stay home and look after Sanna. My uncle tried to intervene, saying he could stay home and help me watch her, but one look told him that wasn't acceptable. Whether he wanted to sleep with me or suspected my lustful nature towards my sexy cousin was irrelevant at that point. I mean, what was he going to say? "I know Jamie's going to try and seduce our daughter because she gave me a blowjob the other day?" My cousin, who is the same age as me, doesn't speak any truly intelligible words or sentences, but mostly communicates monosyllabically. Whether they're in Finnish is hard to tell, since that language is completely different from Norwegian. In any case, she could follow statements in simple English. After they left, Sanna and I listened to music for a while, and then I told her that even though it was only 8 o'clock, she needed to get ready for bed and that I would help her. She was wearing jeans and some kind of hippie-style cotton blouse. The garment was far too sexy for a girl of her intellectual capacity, but I assumed my lecherous old uncle had bought it. It bunched up under her large breasts, revealing her slim, muscular stomach. I was told that part of her special education program involved going to the gym. Amazingly, she had the abs and flat stomach to prove it!

We went into the bathroom, and I was stunned when I pulled her top off over her raised arms and saw that she was wearing a sexy pink lace bra underneath. I remember thinking again that not most girls her type would wear something like that, but I simply chalked it up to my uncle's perversion. Her breasts spilled out of the top, and you could see her broad pink nipples through the sheer fabric. When I unhooked the bra in the back, she briefly pressed the cups to her chest before letting it fall to the floor. Her spectacular breasts seemed to unfold in slow motion, bouncing two or three times as if they were underwater, before finally coming to a gentle stop. To my satisfaction, two full, creamy-white breasts were revealed, topped with beautiful pale pink areolas. The sight made me dizzy and giddy, and I had to summon all my self-control not to reach for her slightly inverted nipples with my lips. As I've mentioned in my other stories, I have a really long tongue, and I was absolutely certain I could coax it out with a determined flick. I had to concentrate, though, and not rush things. I didn't want to scare this incredibly sexy, unsuspecting, and perhaps innocent nymph. I had her lift her shapely, toned legs so I could pull down her jeans. I wasn't surprised to find she was wearing a thong bikini bottom that matched her bra. When we removed it between her pale, juicy, and firm buttocks, I was rewarded with a thick bush of blond hair emerging between her legs.

The super-light color of her pubic hair was surprising, even though the hair on her head was almost albino white. I had expected her to be a little shy, but she wasn't at all. She just stood there like a young, virginal goddess, looking at me while I adjusted the shower for her. When she came in, I had to restrain myself from undressing and soaping up her gorgeous, supple 18-year-old body—soaping up her pussy, her tits, and her ass, and rubbing my cunt against her firm, soaking wet thigh. After she came out of the shower, I helped her dry off and then put on her long, light blue nightgown. It was cotton and had pictures of cartoon Moomins. The contrast between the youthful logo and the well-developed girl inside amplified an arousal I didn't even know I had! I put on a long T-shirt and a thong and took Sanna to bed. I asked her using sign language and a little English if she liked watching television to fall asleep. She smiled, murmured something, and nodded.

When I turned on the TV, however, I was shocked to see a paused pornographic image. My aunt was in my brother's room, and he'd apparently left a DVD playing. Was my aunt watching this? It showed a man with his penis between the breasts of a woman who was kneeling. My first reaction was to turn off the TV, but instinctively I looked at my cousin to see if she'd noticed. She was staring intently at the screen. Her reaction to the image confused me. She seemed hypnotized, torn between shock and interest. She didn't even look at me. After a few conflicting seconds, my own sexuality took over, and I cast aside my conscience and pressed play. The man on the screen now began rubbing his large, erect penis between the huge breasts of a pretty brunette. She squeezed her breasts together, and every now and then his penis came close enough to her face that she could lick the tip with her tongue. (Been there, done that.)

My cousin, who had been more or less lying on the floor, was now sitting upright, watching the film on television. She was completely absorbed in it, so much so that she was soon on all fours on the bed, leaning forward to get a better look. I let her watch the scene for another three minutes or so because, frankly, the whole thing was so arousing, myself included. I could see the weight of my cousin's breasts, hanging beneath her nightgown. When the actress's husband ejaculated in her face, my cousin began rocking back and forth on the bed, moaning softly. Feeling a little nervous about what might happen next, I turned off the television. "Come on, Sanna," I said, "you should try to get some sleep." I laid her back on the pillows and put the covers over her, but she was very restless. I had never put her to bed before and didn't know if it was her mental state or the excitement of watching porn. I began to talk to her softly, hoping to lull her into sleep mode.

I ran my fingers over her head, through her hair, and then down her cheeks. She was really sweet, like a child, just melting into the bed. It was so satisfying to have such a sudden effect on someone with something so small. When she rolled onto her stomach, she snuggled up to me. I was completely amazed by her trust and affection, and I began massaging her back. Every now and then I wandered to her hair, lightly scratching her head, and then started again on her back. I'd been incredibly horny all night and thought I might be able to feel her breasts against the sides of her body. To my disappointment, I found her arms were in the way. It didn't take long to discover that the reason her arms were so close to her body was that my sexy, busty, albeit disabled, cousin was lying on her hands, masturbating! Her bottom moved up and down slightly, and she was breathing quite heavily – her beautiful face lay sideways in the pillow. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily.

A trickle of saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Instinctively, I wiped it away with my fingertip, but she didn't seem to notice. Slowly, I pulled back the covers and saw that her nightgown had ridden up around her bottom, and her long, perfect legs were rubbing together in an up-and-down motion. I slid to the foot of the bed, boldly grabbed her behind the knees, and spread them slightly apart. From there, I could just make out her labia and a finger twisting inside her small vulva and then slipping out again. I began rubbing the backs of her thighs. She didn't seem to care or even notice me. She was too busy pleasuring herself! I thought that since she was so aroused, I could finally do what I'd been meaning to do for days. I turned my attention to her perfect, white, firm, and tiny bottom. I slid my hand vertically between her buttocks and began rubbing the side of my little finger against her anus. I felt her clench her buttocks and wedge my hand between them. That's when I knew I could continue at my own pace and as I pleased. I slowly slid my middle finger down until it met her own finger, which was thrusting in and out of her pussy. I caught some of the wetness from her finger and her pussy and brought it to my nose to smell it. Freshly washed young cunt filled my senses. I sucked the aphrodisiac off my finger and then slid both hands down the inside of her legs to open them wider. As I moved my palms up to her hairy cleft, I felt her shudder. Gently, I withdrew her finger from her hairy pussy. She resisted for only a second.

As the nerves in her thighs throbbed, I began playing with her outer labia, then slowly slid one of my fingers into her wet cleft. Sanna's pussy was already wet enough on the outside, but as I broke through the lower layer of skin and inserted my finger deep into the slit, I discovered that my cousin's pussy was incredibly wet! She soaked my finger, bathing it in a stream of sticky semen. She responded instantly to the touch—her stomach thrust downward and her hips lifted to meet the thrust of my finger. Finally, I withdrew my fingers from her cleft, knelt down, and lifted her plump buttocks so I could bury my face in her cleft. I rubbed my lips and nose back and forth, savoring the scent I loved so much. Then I began to use my secret weapon—my long tongue, which I slithered into her cleft, eliciting a deep "Oooh" from Sanna as she felt her slit being so expertly licked. I used it to penetrate past her wet labia and began to lick her clitoris—pressing it against the roof of her vulva and then releasing it. I felt the shaft quiver and vibrate and knew she was close to coming.

I licked my finger and deftly positioned it against the wrinkled ring of her tiny asshole, moistening the hidden eye before slowly sliding it inside. Once again, Sanna's buttocks gripped my hand tenaciously. She lifted her hips even higher, which only pressed my serpentine tongue harder against her clit. Around that moment, I enjoyed reaching behind me and feeling Sanna's hand against my own hairy pussy! I felt her smooth, nimble fingers squeeze my thong, pushing it between my wet lips, parting them, and creating a taut length for her to work on. I twisted my hips from side to side, enjoying the intense pressure, trapping her fingers between my full balls and her firm thighs. I was on the verge of orgasm and wanted to come at the same time as Sanna. While I was still sliding my finger in and out of her tight asshole, using my tongue as a fuck weapon, I slid my other hand completely under her loins and brought my fingers to her hairy pussy, spreading her labia so I could penetrate her cleft even deeper with my outstretched, probing tongue. I used it with all my might, licking her cleft like a milk-hungry cat, greedily slurping at her wet pussy and enjoying her flowing orgasms.

Then I focused on her clitoris and greedily sucked the throbbing head into my mouth. As she began to buck and moan, I felt her whole body tense and she explode—her precious girl-semen gushing into my mouth, flowing creamily over my parted lips. At the same time, my own clitoris, already aroused by Sanna's finger stimulation, nestled into my vagina—her hand pressed hotly against my labia, trembling and throbbing—its tip seeming to emerge, not unlike a periscope scanning for intruders, before sending out an electrical signal that seemed to connect all my sexual nerve endings. Trembling, I slid helplessly into an orgasm. My vaginal muscles cramped up, and I moaned and grunted into Sanna's dripping vagina, which I eventually had to leave to catch my breath – panting and gasping.

I quickly turned my cousin around and kissed her before she could resist. I pressed my wet, semen-filled lips to hers so she could taste every drop of her own sperm and swallow the rich, frothy dew. Sanna's eyes were glazed over, and she fell asleep very quickly. I spread her nightgown and nestled my head against her breasts, leaving room to embrace her and feel her spectacular weight. I was very tempted to squeeze her nipples, but I knew that would only wake her up. Then an idea came to me, being as perverted as most of you probably know. Carefully, I unbuttoned some of her top buttons to reveal her beautiful, tightening nipples. With two fingers, I slipped my hand between my sticky, hairy labia to moisten them. Then I gently but generously smeared my frothy girl semen around the sleeping girl's nipples, careful not to overstimulate them. I didn't want her to wake up. If my horny uncle, as I suspected, were to suck on his daughter's tits tonight, they would be covered in his niece's semen. As I buttoned Sanna's nightgown, I heard the front door open. Everyone had come home. Then another idea came to me, and I dipped my fingers into Sanna's still-damp cleft. I continued to smear it on my lips like lipstick. Remembering that it was my sexy Aunt Petra's birthday, I thought I would go out and give her a kiss on the mouth.

I have a twin brother and we're both studying. This is the first time we've been separated since birth, and I miss my brother. He was born five minutes after him, and we were best friends throughout our teenage years and school years.

He got a football scholarship, and I was accepted to an Ivy League university. Although William is smart and had good grades in high school, his SAT score wasn't high enough for a university like mine. The first year was tough because we'd never experienced such a separation, having done almost everything together, and we each had a new roommate.

Even though Mom and Dad are rich and built a mansion, we shared a room until eleventh grade. Last year, we were used to being apart, and we saw each other twice a year and texted every day. It was nice.

After the school year ended, I went home for the summer to relax and do nothing. I'd had a busy year, and the last two months had been very stressful. I had a lot of responsibilities, was put on the dean's list, and have a boyfriend and girlfriend.

I like having both of them, and neither of them knows I'm sleeping with someone else. My girlfriend is my roommate, and after our first year together, she confessed that she had a crush on me. He wanted to kiss me, and she did. We've been together ever since.

My boyfriend is a sweet and kind man. He was my biology study partner and asked me out, and I said yes. When I got home, I settled in and put my room back the way it was before. My parents had divorced during the school year, and my niece was using my room while she was staying with us during the school year, as she goes to a college near our house. She kept my room clean and tidy, even though she had left a lot of her things behind, including clothes and dirty underwear.

My brother came home late the day after I returned. I was asleep when he arrived, and when I woke up the next morning, he was sitting on my bed. I looked up, and he scared me half to death. I was actually naked, and I didn't want him to see me naked.

"Why did you scare me like that?" she hugged me. "I missed you, Emily." He got out of bed and left my room. It's been so hot lately, and I like to sleep naked in the summer. I showered, got dressed, and went downstairs to get a drink. Mom always locks her bedroom when she goes to work because she doesn't want us kids or our friends wandering around in there. On my way back from the kitchen, I walked past her room, and the door was open. I thought Mom had just left it open and forgotten to close and lock it, like she always does.

When I graduated from high school, Mom gave me the perfect gift: breast implants. I had the surgery last year and I'm so happy about it. William got a car. They're a small D cup and are way better than my A cups. I was in the bathroom looking at them when my brother walked in unannounced: "They look good, Emily." It was a shock to hear my brother say, "Bro, get lost, dude."

I don't know what's wrong with my brother, but he's acting really strange at the moment, and his hormones are all over the place. Mom finished work late and didn't see us before she went to bed. I woke up the next morning, and William hadn't scared me. I walked past Mom's room, and the door was open again. I had to check if anyone was there. We all have cribs, and Mom has the biggest one. I heard a noise coming from the bathroom. 

I went closer and saw William sitting on the floor, rummaging through and sniffing Mom's dirty underwear. "William, what the hell are you doing?" he heard me say, putting the underwear he was sniffing back. "Both of them, Emily, are putting Mom's dirty laundry in the wash." I shook my head, knowing what I saw. "What's happened to you? You're acting weird. I don't recognize you." I left him standing there and turned around to see him sniffing again. Later that day, I was reading in my room when William knocked and asked,
whether he could talk.

He sat on my bed and rubbed my leg. "Please don't tell Mom, I know I have a weird interest, but I like the smell." I shook my head. "Just don't talk to me, okay? I don't care what you do." His hand was still rubbing my leg and moved up to my crotch. "Stop it now!" This really scares me. "I just want to touch you." I pushed him off my bed.
I heard Mom calling for us and hurried over. She was putting things away, and William was standing behind me. "I have a few days off, guys, and I want you to behave yourselves and not bother me while I rest." I hugged Mom and went back to my room. William didn't bother me for the rest of the night.

Mom went shopping early the next day. She was gone before I even got up. I couldn't find William anywhere; Mom's door was closed and locked, and I knew he wasn't there, doing dirty things. I went swimming and came back to my room. I went into the bathroom, and William was sitting on the floor sniffing my panties. "Oh my God, I'm going to call the police, this is sick." He stood up and grabbed me. "Please don't, I'm begging you, Emily." I let go of my arm. He pressed Mom's panties against my face. "Smell them, trust me, you will."

I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I picked one up and sniffed the crotch, and it was erotic. William rummaged through my panties and sniffed them while I was content with the one I had. I sat on the floor with William, and he pulled out a white thong with red hearts. "This isn't my thong, William," he said, clearly excited. He stood up and took out his penis. It was big, bigger than my boyfriend's. "What's this, William?" he smiled, and went around his penis with the thong. It got hard. "You should suck my penis, Emily." "Yes, Emily, you should," I heard Mom say, and we were caught. William stopped. "Don't stop, William," she said, and he continued, ejaculating a large load into the panties. "Mom, I know this looks bad, but I like sniffing panties," William said. Mom unwrapped the thong and licked the semen inside. I found it a little disgusting. I stood up and Mom smiled. "We could have a little more fun."

Mom came over, stood behind me, and lifted my shirt so William could see my bra and breasts. Mom grabbed my breast and said, "Aren't you glad I gave you this amazing job as a graduation present?" I smiled and nodded. William grabbed my breasts, and I held his penis. "Give William a blowjob, Emily," Mom said. It was so weird, but it turned me on.

"Is that weird, William?" he said, shaking his head. I slowly sank to my knees and opened my mouth, starting to suck on the tip of his penis. Then I began to move my head slowly up and down. I love giving my boyfriend head, but this is better. I moved up and down quickly, like always, and William loved it. I played with his balls, which were all taut. Mom pushed my head down so I could choke on his pubic hair, and I gagged. I felt his penis tense up and pulled my head back because I didn't want to swallow. "Give your sister a facial with baby juice," Mom said as I closed my eyes.

William ejaculated in my face. It was sticky. I stood up and wiped the semen off my face. "It's time your other holes got some attention, Emily." "No, I can't," I thought. "But he's my brother." William was already on my bed, so I had no choice. Mom helped me undress, kissing my neck, unhooking my bra, and pulling down my bikini bottoms. I climbed onto my bed, then onto William, and slid his cock down. It was so big and felt so good inside me. Mom came over, sat on a chair next to my bed, and watched. I started rocking back and forth, feeling his cock and his rhythm. It felt really good inside me. William thrust hard as we got going, and he was so fucking good. I watched Mom undress. She has the body of a goddess. She sat there rubbing her pussy while her two kids fucked her. William fucked me harder and harder.

God, he was incredible. I felt his cock tighten and I knew it was time to leave him. "I'm coming, Emily." He held me tight as I tried to come, and he shot a huge load inside me. He kept thrusting until he was empty. I collapsed on his chest and sobbed, "What have you done, William?" I looked at him and he kissed me. Mom helped me off him and I went to the bathroom while his sperm was still dripping from my pussy. I came back and William and Mom were standing there. "Okay, it's time for me to have some fun. Sorry, William, but you have to leave the room for Mom and Emily." William was devastated. Mom hugged and kissed me.

I kissed her back. We enjoyed it. "Come lie down with me in bed, then I can show you my love," Mom said. I lay down on the bed and waited. I spread my legs invitingly, but she wasn't in a hurry. She kissed her way up to my knees and then told me to turn over. That's when I learned how sensitive the backs of the knees and thighs can be. I've never forgotten that lesson. Slowly, she kissed her way up to my bottom. When she spread my buttocks, I screamed inside, "Oh God, she can't possibly do that!"

As her tongue penetrated my most intimate place, I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out in unspeakable pleasure. I tried to relax, allowing Amelia deeper access, and thrust back into her probing tongue. I wanted her to devour me. I'd never touched myself back there before, except to clean myself. My head was spinning with indescribable lust. I knew I was making noises, but I had no idea what I was saying, or if I was even using words. I only knew that I didn't want it to stop, ever...

I whimpered with disappointment and relief as Amelia finally continued. She bit and kissed my buttocks, urging me to turn around again. First, she kissed and licked my navel, then moved down to my pubic bone... I was in agony with desire. When her mouth finally reached my vulva, I thrust into her, needing her tongue to touch my most sensitive spots at once! But again, she didn't rush things. Her mouth nibbled and gently tugged, first on my outer, then my inner labia, sending waves of pleasure through me. When her tongue found my clitoris and her fingers slid inside me, I bit the pillow to keep from screaming and having security break down the door. Amelia relentlessly licked my penis with her tongue, looking into my eyes. I remembered Andre's warning, and in that moment, I loved that wicked woman more than anything else in the world. I surrendered to her, more completely than ever before or since. I gave myself over to a whirlwind of feelings and sensations, swirling and twirling through places I never could have imagined. My pussy was the center of my universe. After that fantastic orgasm, Mom and I lay on the bed and cuddled. "I didn't want William's cock because I'm gay and I wanted your pussy," I smiled. "What happens now, Mommy?" I hope this is the end. "We can't stop, honey. I love it so much, and if you get pregnant, that's a bonus." It was as if she'd planned it since the day we graduated. William came to me later that night, and I was thrilled. "I hope you get me pregnant, William," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. "It'll be for the best, sis." He's right.