Author: mystical_sex_witch

Helping Hand pt3 [ FF, incest, public, romance]

**Part 3 of the continuing slice-of-life adventures of sisters Beth and Carol. For your convenience, [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kjvxd0/helping_hand_ff_incest_sisters_first_time/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) and [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pixfb9/helping_hand_pt2_incest_sisters_romantic_first/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf). Comments and critiques are always welcome. Thank you and enjoy!**

She stepped up behind me and her skin was so warm against mine. Firm little nipples pressed into my back as her arms slid across my naked body. One hand found a nipple of my own and gently began to tug at the sensitive nub while the other hand reached up to touch my cheek. Her gentle caress, the warmth of her touch, the tenderness and intimacy. My lover. My sister. She pulled my body into hers and laid delicate kisses over my shoulders. I trembled. The hand at my breast began to travel downward as she bit at the back of my neck. I gasped and started to grind back against her. I leaned my head back and saw green and blue. Read more »

Helping Hand pt2 [Incest] [sisters] [romantic] [first time]

Long awaited sequel to Helping Hand

So there I was, kneeling between the legs of my little sister and so help me I was ready to fuck her. More than ready; eager. She was all I could see. All I could smell. The thought had been solidified and my body had just begin to follow suit when the inconceivable happened: our mother caught us undeniably in the act.

Now, I sat uncomfortably in the family room, on display for my crimes. I was on one end of a long cream colored couch. Carolyn, my “victim”, was seated at the opposite end, fuming. My head was down, focusing on anything but the eyes on me. I noticed my fingers were still pruney from fingering Carolyn, and felt the duel twinge of humiliation and arousal. *All this and that’s where your mind goes? What is wrong with you?*

I felt I would die at any moment from the disgrace, or by the hands of our mother who paced back and forth in front of us. In the few moments she had already been talking she made her point of view clear; I was older, I was sick, and I violated her babygirl. I was fucked.
Behind her, our father sat in his recliner, his face was dark and his gaze wouldn’t fall on either my sister or myself. Read more »

The Late Show [F/TF] [Oral] [Public] [Light FemDom]

Her heels clacked rhythmically against the muted grey bricks of the plaza like cracks from a whip. Not only announcing her presence but adding another eight centimeters to her already substantial height. The black shoes gleamed as she flowed under a lamp post and came to rest. Rich mocha skin and long black hair drank in the light from above as her sharp, dark eyes casually searched. She would not bother checking the time, she knew she was early and she would be patient. Like a lioness hunched down in the golden grass, Serena was on the prowl during these early twilight hours. Dark stockings ran up to the middle of her thighs which were only partially concealed by the short blood-red dress that clung to her toned hips. A black leather jacket fought the autumn chill while simultaneously giving her the slight air of a black widow spider. She was venomous and she advertised it.

Serena’s eyes wandered the somewhat vacant space. Half a dozen stores and businesses all gathered around a long strip of brick and manicured grass dotted with small trees and set off charmingly by a large fountain at the center. The largest of the adjoined buildings was the Star Dust Cinema, and the only one still drawing any kind of crowd. Indeed it was the cinema that Serena was here for as well, though not with watching a film in mind. Read more »

Helping Hand [FF, Incest, Sisters, first time]

**all characters in this work are 18 or older**

I closed my laptop with a large sigh of relief. One research paper on the suborders of cetaceans; finished. My neck was stiff and my eyes bleary for the effort, but landing an A was crucial. Without that A my GPA drops, my GPA drops and I lose my scholarship, lose my scholarship and the last 3 years went down the drain. I was confident in my work, though. When I focused and put in the effort I did got high marks, unfortunately I had a penchant for slacking off.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to dispel the haze, then stretched my arms above my head and arched my back. Sooo good. You know what else is so good, I thought to myself as I reopened my laptop. Read more »

The Wrong Stall [MF, Non/con, Forced]

She checked her watch again, shuffling her feet on the slightly sticky floor. It wasn’t terrible, as far as public restrooms went, but she was happy to have decided against flip-flops. The air smelled of bleach and urine, a crumpled wad of tissue lay in a puddle of… something, and the light outside the stall was dim. Not to dim to read the inscriptions on the walls. The inscription that had brought her here on this night at this time.
Amongst the vulgar poems and pictures, one note had been made very clear. In thick black ink;

friday
9:00
fun with a REAL man

She couldn’t place why it struck her so badly. Maybe some kind of revenge on her “boyfriend” that blew her off for another night of video games. She had been planning that night for weeks. He didn’t know, of course, that she was going to give him her virginity that night. She wasn’t going to advertise like a whore. Not to a man that should’ve been trying to get up her skirt at any chance. Read more »

Lunch Date [FF] [Femdom]

I met Serena in an adult chat room. She was friendly and warm, as well as gorgeous, and we hit it off quickly. By chance we lived only an hour apart, and once I mentioned being a lesbian her attention focused like a laser, wanting to know everything about me. By the end of that first conversation she had my phone number and I had a lunch date for Friday.

We met at Whispering Woods—a pub Serena suggested in her town—and, as usual, I was early. It was raining pretty good and I had not dressed for it, so I went inside to wait and get a table. When Serena entered, I recognized her right away. Smooth skin, the color of coffee with cream; jet black hair in a long braid that hung down over her shoulder; full, blood red lips that rested with just a slight frown; large, dark eyes that eased the hardness of her other features. Read more »

Spring Break, Day 1 [MF] [bd] [romance]

Day 1
My flight got in late, but with spring break just starting delayed travel was expected. I worked my way through the terminal towards the baggage claim. I saw him before he saw me. Drake’s back was turned with his nose buried in his phone. I crept as quietly as I could, silently stalking, then with a war cry, I lept onto his back.
“Hi!” I almost shouted.
“Jesus, Charlie! You trying to kill me?” He said, laughing and pulling me in for a hug. “How was the flight?”
“Long and boring. And I’m starving!”
“Rosie’s?” He offered.
Normally I’d jump at the chance, but the long, cramped plane ride had me feeling agitated and uncomfortable. “Eh. What about take out and we’ll just hang out at your place?”
“No worries, dude. Rosie’s will be there.”
Drake grabbed my bag, slinging it over one of his broad shoulder, and lead me to his car. Read more »