Here’s a look at my latest story, Sister Sloppy Seconds: Creampie Slut.
It’s virgin Timmy’s 18th birthday and his beautiful older sister Rachel, whom he’s lusted after for years, is back in town for the celebration. After he discovers her getting screwed by an old boyfriend, she invites him to have his sloppy seconds! Brother and sister will cross the forbidden line!
I humbly nodded. “I’m sorry, sis. It’s just so wrong, I know there’s no way you can forgive me.”
“Who says there’s anything to forgive?”
“Was it hot? Did you like what you saw?”
I frowned. “Yeah but…”
“There’s no but. There’s no shame in taking pleasure where you can get it. Never be ashamed to enjoy something, Timmy. Doing that will just mess you up forever.”
“But it was wrong, I know that. You’re my sister, there’s no excuse for what I did.”
She reached forward and put her hand on top of mine. In the process I could see her breasts again and it did nothing to soothe me and my conflicting feelings.
“Look, if I don’t feel bad that you looked at me having sex, then you shouldn’t feel bad either. Think of it as… It’s like I’m giving you permission, okay?”
“Rachel, this is getting weird. I don’t think we should talk about this anymore.”
I moved to get up but she put pressure on my hand which made me stay in place.
“Why don’t you want to talk about it? You want to know a secret? I think it turned me on to know you were watching.”
“It did? You like… you like having people watching you, like one of those exhibitionists?”
“No, not just anybody watching. Just… you.”
My jaw dropped and my mouth went dry. She was excited by having me witness her fucking a guy?
“I’m not sure I understand, sis.”
“What I have to say is hard but important so don’t freak out, okay?” I nodded and she continued. “I’ve known for a while that you have a crush on me.”
She smiled lovingly. “It’s all right, don’t deny it. Several years ago I found your diary. It was wide open on your bed when I came in to borrow a DVD. I didn’t mean to be sneaky but it was right there and I saw the words. You’d written that you had fantasies about me.”
“Fuck my life,” I groaned as I buried my face in my hands, trying to hide from the world.
“At first I actually thought it was sweet. I paid more attention to how you looked at me and sometimes I decided to play along, wearing revealing clothes, tiny bikinis. I figured you’d appreciate having fresh material to jack off to.”
I shook my head and avoided her eyes. I wanted to die.
“But after I moved to California,” she went on, “I realized that I not only missed these games but I also missed you. I took your crush more seriously. I took my own feelings more seriously.”
I finally looked at her again. “What are you getting at?”
“When I was with guys – hell, when I played with myself – I discovered that nothing got me off like when I thought of you.”
“Are you saying…”
“I’m saying now I’m the one who has a crush on you, Timmy.”
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