Author: Boohoosianara

My mother, brother, sister and I are the only ones in our family currently living anywhere but Morocco. We often visit yearly in the summer holidays, seldom missing a vacation there (probably gonna happen this year due to corona). I’m 17, she’s 16. She used to always swim in a one piece suit, braless, so her nipples would blare right through her thin, wet clothing. They were brown and her breasts were perky. I never used to pay much attention to them as I can control myself very well but admittedly i found her wet panties one time in the bathroom so i started smelling them and touching myself (out of boredom). Last year, our families met up. My uncle, her father, and my mother, her aunt, rented a beach-house for a week or so (i can’t remember exactly). I used to love swimming in the ocean but i eventually grew out of it thanks to all the jellyfish and my soon to become huge fear of water. She, however, did not care. First time going down to the beach, I woke up late as usual on a holiday. She was already there swimming so I decided to take up the empty chair by her clothes. She eventually got out and came to say hi to me and – of course – her nipples were showing right through her clothes. I took a great look as I had sun-glasses on, partly hoping she couldn’t tell, mostly hoping she could. A while later, the rest of the family came down. Night-time came rather quickly and it was time to sleep. The beach-house this year was small as hell. I’m talking about a one bedroom, one floor, house where the bathroom is bigger than the living room. We all had to fit in two rooms. My uncle, grandma, and uncle’s wife slept in the living room whilst my cousin, my mother and I slept in the bedroom. She took the bed and my mother and I took the floor. I passed out for a while as the sun does that to me. I woke up at around 4 dazed and confused, eventually grasping what was going on. Eventually, i snapped to it. I slept on the side of the bed, on the floor. I look up, and my cousin, wearing grey sweatpants and a vest had her ass peeking out the sheets. The sweatpants were thin (idk what it is with this girl and her thin garments) so you could see the outline of her panties. Her panties were in rather tight. I reached my hand out and rubbed her ass. She didn’t move. Eventually, I lost control (a rare moment of weakness) and the next thing i know, i’m rubbing my fingers up and down her, dipping them in and out of her sweatpants. She wakes up. I swear I felt as if i was about to faint because her waking scared me as if i expected her to still be asleep; her uncle would LITERALLY stab me in my neck if he had the faintest clue of what was going on. When she woke up, she pushed herself up and asked what I was doing. I told her I was about to go to the toilet. She says something along the lines of ‘you better hurry before you burst’. i look down and i was fully erect. She smiles and lets out a tired laugh. I laugh in embarrassment trying to literally keep my head on. I cover it in shame. She then says ‘let me see’. I was so scared as if i didn’t dream of this happening twenty times over. I said what do you mean. She just grabs my wrist, moves it, and uses her other hand to grab my dick, moving it around my shorts. She keeps doing that. Keep in mind my mother was an inch behind me, snoring off. She then slowly pulls my shorts down, and then my boxers. My dick was out. She starts playing with it and the collision of euphoria and guilt really startled me. After a bit, she puts it in her mouth and starts sucking. It was a bit loud (it might have just been her) so eventually, she decides to turn around in a position similar to when she was sleeping, pulling her pants down. No condom or anything, i starr running my tip across her cheeks, dipping the tip in and out of her pussy. I eventually start fucking her. About ten minutes or so (i couldn’t keep track), I pull out and she turns around and starts sucking again. Of course, i cum all over her mouth, and some on her face. The next day, it was things as normal, though i found it hard to talk to her. Eventually, we left the beachhouse on awkward terms and then we left their city entirely. Read more »

a dramatised version of true events* (also my first time in writing, lmk what you think!!)

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‘47 Bonnie & Clyde.
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Growing up, claiming that you were able to feed your family without literally breaking a leg was enough to warrant you a one-way ticket to a mental asylum. The streets of London were cold and unforgiving and, to complement that, so were those who resided there. I’d like to think my father was an accomplished man as he managed to part ways with mother, the world and I all in one motion. His act of cowardice bought shame upon mother with a spillover effect unto my unborn self. Whether mother was successful or not in her struggles was subjective, considering her current, unspeakable state – that’s something i’ll get into later. We lived in a one bedroom apartment in the north of London and, to call it humble was pretentious to say the least. At the time, the only silver lining i was able to lay my eyes upon was the young lady next door – Valerie.

She was beautiful. Read more »