My weekend pleasures(fm) step sibling part 1

I (22f) had to temporarily move back in with my Dad, step mom and step brother after college because the only thing I learned was how to fuck and had no idea what job to get. My parents divorced when I was about to go to college so it didn’t really effect me. My dad remarried less than a year later and I was happy he was happy. My step mom has a son Caleb (one year older than me) who all live with my dad. Since Caleb and my step mom came into the picture when I was pretty much an adult I view them as the cool aunt/ aquaintance. The problem is now that I am back at home I can no longer enjoy getting pounded by whoever whenever. This left me extremely sexually frustrated looking for any release.

It was going to be a warmer weekend than usual so my Dad and step mom decided they wanted to go down to the lake house a few hours away. They asked me if I would like to tag along. The weather would be perfect and it sounded nice but all I could hear was the house would be MINE!

[MF] Tim’s Lust for His Sister Part 10 [Incest]

Tim stepped out of his room and headed over to his sister’s room. He felt very nervous and his heart was beating fast in his chest. What was Karen going to say to him? Was she mad at him because he said that he jerked off to her last night?

He walked very slowly to her door as if walking on death row. His hand shook as he softly knocked on her door.

“Come in,” his sister said.

Tim opened the door and stepped inside Karen’s room. She was stretched out on her bed with a book in her hand. It had been quite some time since Tim had been inside his sister’s room. There were posters of various rock bands and hip-hop artists all over the walls. He saw a big poster of Rihanna over her chest of drawers. There was a big mirror with various pictures taped to it.

“Hey,” Karen said with a smile. “Come in and close the door.”

Tim closed the door behind him and looked at his sister in fear. What was she going to say? She didn’t look upset. But what was on her mind?

Episode 2: A new home [mF] [Incest] [taboo]

**Note: I would suggest that you read Episode 1 prior to this. Please see the comments for the link
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It has been two weeks since that evening where Stacey broke my heart. Things between Stacey and I were never the same after that. We pass each other at varsity and always happen to be looking the opposite way. Avoiding eye contact or any forms of conversation. I am not sure if she was expecting me to chase after her but I was having none of that. That was a mix of Mom’s advice and my own common sense.

Things with Mom though have been ‘interesting’. Largely we are continuing as if that evening never happened. Between her rushing off to work and me rushing off to varsity we are rarely in the same space. This is not a new development by any means so it was a case of business as usual in our house.

[On request] Ordinary [Indian, interracial, heteroflexible, cuckold, anal, MF, MMMF]

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Note: Any reference to any sexual orientation is only for dramatic purposes and should not be construed as mockery or degradation

If you saw Ajay and Ria in a supermarket, you probably wouldn’t give them a second look. They looked like any of the young couples you’d see in a city, late 20s or early 30s, married or possibly living in. 

You’d spot them getting bread and eggs, or a big jar of nutella on a weekend morning and then go about your day. You wouldn’t notice their clothes either, faded sweatpants and tshirts, or Ria in shorts. A conventionally attractive, “decent” couple. The kind landlords thought would probably not party much. And they were right too. They were ordinary and decent, Ajay with his tech job, and Ria with hers in a PR agency. They were batchmates in engineering college and had started dating when Ria had come to seek advice from Ajay before switching her field. A few months later, after a drunken date, Ajay had taken Ria’s virginity in a hotel room. Not like Ajay had been particularly popular with women, but his ex-girlfriend had ensured he wasn’t a virgin. Ajay wasn’t particularly skilled, but years of viewing porn in seedy cafes, on cheap dvds and on mobile screens had given him fodder for imagination. 

A Verona Facial [MF]

The Youth Hostel in Verona was a terrible place to stay. Anne and I were on our honeymoon, backpacking through Europe. We were dirt poor and staying at Hostels to stretch our dollars. They varied in quality, but the one in Verona was astonishing. They had no couple’s rooms, so Anne went upstairs while I was relegated to the basement.

The men’s dorms slept 25 guys to a room. The dorm itself was cavernous and walled with tiles, so it was freezing and everything echoed. No one slept. The morning shower was a pipe stuck upright in the floor of a huge room. The water erupted upwards. You were expected to clean yourself in the spray. It was cold and it was miserable.

By the time I met Anne for breakfast in the common dining area I looked and felt terrible. Anne, however, was glowing and full of life, ready for a day of sightseeing. The women’s dorms, Anne told me, had four girls in a room and each room had its own bathroom with a full, and normal, shower. She had three roommates and they were all getting along great. My response was more than a little grumpy.

Natural Instinct and Mother’s Day [21M/45F]

He was overly touchy with his mom and she could sense it past a certain point. He, who had a good toned body for a 21 y/o with 6’1″ and 70kg and messy hair those days. And she was 45 with plump lips, 38F cup, long thick hair tied in a pony tail and hair (going sideways from the front) and thicc hips to support her smart body. Glasses made her sexier.”How many times you are gonna hug me today?” She expressed her concern with a giggle.”I love you so much, mom, and it is Mother’s Day, so…” He hugged her one more time as his hands almost touched her hips.

She let out a bit of a laugh and went into the kitchen for cooking. A few mins later, he hugged her tightly from behind, she was taken back by a bit of surprise.. “Heyyy, what is it, hon?” He didn’t reply as his hard boner was slowly grinding into her ass and she could feel it. “Mom… I love you so much!”

“Yeah, you have told me that, like, ten times today. Are you okay, baby? Is something the matter?” She turned around, a bit worried, looking into his eyes red in lust.

“Hunger” pt 1 [M.F.]

Sunset walk after dinner. To clear my head. Tonight my father announced my betrothal to a disgusting man, for the sake of the family.

The trail was empty except the squirrels. I break through the clearing and I hear a group of men speaking Spanish at the edge of the city overlook.

Crap. It’s them. The rival family. If i back through the trees, I might make it without sparking a new family war. Zero contact and I’m on their turf.

The wind blows across the trail… I smell you… your musk. It stopped me in my tracks and I turned… I see the way you move, tall, dark, with a broad chest. You command the respect of men, men who would easily crumble at your will.

The wind shifts and you catch my scent. You turn to my direction instinctively. You stand still, making sure it’s unmistakable. That scent. Everything else falls away as you walk away from the other men, business can wait.

I’m wet and ready to be bred, yet still unbroken. But you already know that. I back further into the thicket. I’m unprotected and outnumbered.

A happy reunion (part 1) [MF]

Sorry, reposting after deleted a week or so ago, part 2 will follow

Having left Hong Kong a few years ago I was excited to be back. It always held a place in my heart and was an unmatched city in the world. It was a place where business and fun expected to be taken together and everything was a sprint.

I returned to visit a few friends, catch up with work colleagues and enjoy myself for a long weekend. One evening I found myself having dinner with one of my ex-Korean colleagues. We had always flirted excessively but nothing came of it. She was always a bit out an outlier in Hong Kong, not following traditional expectations, lived alone, cut her hair shorter and always had vibrant fashion. Whilst she didn’t have any of your traditional hyper sexual features she was incredibly sexy with a tight figure but no voluptuous features.

Give Me Instruction [D/s][s/m]

Tell me to lean across the bed, standing on my feet, yet stomach and breasts meeting the sheets. Tell me to use the wooden kitchen spoon to administer my own swats, your favorite one that is sturdy and makes the most delicious sound. Tell me to count out the swats, keeping me conscious and aware.

Then finally, when I’ve met the required number, tell me to thank you.

C. Stephens