One day I came home from school early and I thought no one else was home. I heard noises coming from my sister's bedroom so I went by her bedroom door and peeked in. I was shocked to see her and our family dog together on the floor. My sister was nude and she had her legs wide open and the dog was licking her between her legs. She was moaning and saying good boy you are such a good boy while rubbing his head which was between her legs. I decided to walk in and confront her. When I opened the door she looked up at me and tried to push the dog away leaving her sitting there in front of me totally nude with her legs wide open. I said how long have you been doing this? She yelled for me to get out. I laughed at her and said okay but Mom and Dad are going to love to hear about this. She said p
I had just graduated high school. A
Month or so before I had came home drunk and couldn’t even remember getting in bed. I woke the next morning naked in bed and had a feeling my dad had I undressed me.
So I came home early one night not planning this but when I came in I knew mom was at work so a pretended to be drunk all at once. I had thought about doing it before but never had the nerve to try it but out of nowhere the idea came to me so I went with it.
Immediately dad as helping me upstairs. To my room. I basically was helpless acting like I couldn’t stand on my own.
Dad never hesitated and was undressing me. I was trying not to laugh but niece as I was I let him take my panties off and quickly like a child he was fingering me. I pretended to be passed out and he was breathing ex
Hi readers, I’m a regular visiter of sex stories and I’m a huge fan of these.
I’m ananth, 27 living in Bangalore. I’m a lecturer working in a premier institute in bengaluru.
Today I would like to write a true story of my life happened during lockdown..before I begin, please excuse me for any spelling mistakes or way of narration. This is a new experience for me.
Females, you will be wet by reading this story and guys I’m sure your penis would definitely throw sperm out.
Coming to story, I’m ananth (Real name) and I’m not that good looking, but pretty sure that I can seduce girls with my extraordinary skills.
The heroins of my story are my cousin sister rashmi and her friend deepa. (real names only).
Since I’m not a resident of Bangalore, I stay in a well furnished flat in a lexur
A reminder for all the readers, this is a part true and part fiction story…names and places have been changed without deviating from the main plot…this story contains a lot of sexual encounters and I have taken time and words to build up that suspense and give u the utmost jerking thrill possible….its not the usual story wher the main character sees the right opportunity and bounces on its subject and everything happens and ends in a flash…I want to build up the anticipation…the lust…the trust…and grip you to the encounters, you have never experienced…its like virtual reality!! Believe me!
If you like arousing stories that have plot and character development too, you don't want to miss it.
It takes some time at the start of the story to develop the characters and plot, but the payoff
The movie finished and I looked around the plane. The cabin was dark, besides the flickering lights of other people watching movies. I turned my screen to the flight information, looking at the plane’s path. We were about half way to home. I looked over at my son and husband, both fast asleep, and I was envious of their ability to sleep anywhere. I took out my phone and scrolled through my pics of our vacation. After a few minutes, I put my phone down and noticed Jake’s phone was on the tray table. I picked it up, unlocked it, and went to his picture gallery. I went through his pics, looking for a few pics I knew he took at some of the temples and tourist spots we visited. He had taken some really nice pics and selfies on the trip, and I was happy that I looked decent in most of them, but
Part2
The next day, I thought of a lie for the restrictions I put on Jake, telling Tom that I had caught Jake stealing a hundred dollars from my hidden money stash. I agreed that the punishment was a little harsh but that I would shorten it if he showed improvement in his behavior. Jake still wouldn’t look at me and I decided to let a little time pass, so both of us could process what happened. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day and strangely, I found myself with a smile on my face. If I had mentioned any of this to my therapist at the time, she would have reminded me that my past sexual trauma was contributing to my current behavior. “The repeating patterns are never a good sign.” That I need to stop this quickly, before it escalates, and I agreed with her in my head… but there w
Part 3
Things were normal for the next couple of weeks. We never mentioned the pictures again, other than when I asked him to delete them a few days after sending them to him. Jake started summer vacation and was out with his friends, most of the time. He told me about this girl that he was interested in and soon they went on their first date. He was so excited, telling me all of the details. With his attention on this new girl, he seemed calmer around me but filled with questions on what to do with her.
One Saturday I had the house to myself once again. Tom was out with his parents and Jake was out with his friends. I smoked a bowl and cranked up the music and started to clean the house, my usual Saturday routine. It was really hot and after a few hours of cleaning, and another bowl, I
Part 4
I don’t know why I thought things would be normal after that. I had crossed a major line with Jake, and no matter how much I wanted to justify it as just a learning experience, it was more than that for both of us. I couldn’t get that day out of my head. I continued to masturbate often to that day, knowing it was so wrong but the taboo nature made it that much more exciting. The first few nights, after that day, I would try to get Tom to have sex with me, but he denied me each time. I became content with the fantasy of that day and that sustained me for the coming week. Jake was really loving after that day, and that was a wonderful bonus. He was a lot attentive and helpful around the house and wasn’t too inappropriate. Occasionally he’d run his hand over my ass or tits, when Tom
Part 5
The next few weeks were great. I discarded my morals, and shame, and just enjoyed our new found closeness. I justified it, thinking that since we weren’t having sex, it wasn’t that bad. I just went about things for the sake of having fun and loving the attention. We’d touch each other as we passed and every few days, I’d surprise him with a pair of my panties. The first time I gave him a pair, the three of us had spent the afternoon running errands. As we shopped, when we were out of sight, he’d play with my crotch and I’d rub his cock over his shorts, getting me extremely wet. At lunch, I went to the bathroom and removed my satin and lace panties, not caring that at times my bare pussy would be visible under my skirt. I returned to the table and when Tom went up to the counter t
Part 6
I woke up late the next morning, and the bed was empty. Tom had told me he had to go into the office for most of that Saturday. I got dressed, putting on my panties, sleeping tee, and shorts and walked towards the kitchen. As I passed Jake’s room, his door was open and he wasn’t home. I called out to him and there was no answer. I smoked a bowl and sat on the couch, my usual Saturday routine. As I tried to get motivated to clean, I thought about what happened the night before. Jake came in and I called him over.
I told him how his actions last night were not ok, and that he really took a big risk that could have gotten us caught. He told me that he was frustrated after having a few drinks and thought getting my panties was the least I could do for him, since I didn’t help him w
Forth of July
We went to my friend’s lake house one forth of July. Sandy was a friend that I made at school. The very first thing she said to me was “you speak really good English for being Mexican, I would think you’re American.” And I slapped her and walked away. She came running up and apologized saying she meant it as a compliment and that she was sorry if it sounded racist. I told her to get the fuck away from me but she just kept apologizing and smiling and I realized she was just ignorant and forgave her. From then on, she kept finding me and talking to me. Against my better judgement, we became quick friends. She had less sexual experiences than me and was shocked by the stories I would tell her. She was pretty and had a very cute body, perky B cups, though her ass was a little
TRIGGER WARNING. SEXUAL VIOLENCE. FORCED SITUATION.
Names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent
His hand was over my mouth, pushing down hard, as I struggled to get free. His other hand grabbing the neck of my tank top and pulling it down hard. The sound of my strap snapping was so loud it rang in my ears. I kicked and tried to hit him with my fists. Sometimes I made contact with his body but it didn’t have any affect. I heard the loud ripping of more fabric as the neckline gave way and exposed a good portion of my bra. His hand pushed a little too hard down and I was able to get a little bit of meat between my teeth. He screamed “FUCK” and removed his hand but before I could scream, I felt strong pressure against the side of my face as my head whipped violent
I love my brother, though our relationship is strange, compared to other people.
My boyfriend hates when the three of us hang out because he says it’s like my brother and I are in a relationship and he’s the third wheel. We’ll cuddle and hold hands. It’s never been sexual, well not really, until something in my mind shifted and I struggle to know how to deal with it.
My brother and I grew up in the foster care system. He’s 2 years younger than me and I’ve very much been his protector, at least in the early years. We were all we had. I would spend every moment I could with him. He was never the “bratty younger brother” or someone that I was embarrassed to be seen with. We both needed that feeling of being loved and we gave it to each other the best that we could. I told him everything,
