The Taylor Family 2 [A lesbian incest romance. Yet more romance and build up here and almost no sex really. Don’t worry – the fucking starts in part three.]

The Taylor sisters had risen late this Saturday morning of course, but with no school to attend or appointments to keep that was perfectly acceptable.

After the bizarre events that had taken place the day before, the two teenagers had made plans to spend this day together in the hopes of getting things back to normal between them. To that end, they were going to visit the shopping mall and see what there was to do there when you don’t have a whole lot of cash.

If this day was supposed to be all about proving what a normal pair of siblings these girls really were though, it had not gotten off to a very promising start.

Both Kristen and Ruth had carefully prepared for this day as if they were going out on the most important date of their young lives. They had bathed themselves and styled their hair, applied some make-up and dabbed on a little perfume. Only when it came to dress did the girls manage to hold back, resisting the temptation to dress up in favor of keeping to casual slacks, T-shirts, jackets, and sneakers.

The Taylor Family 1 – The End [My version of a lesbian incest romance. Warning: Slow build up here and little actual sex]

**This is another of my stories that was too long to fit into a single post and had to be broken in half. Sorry, I guess my fingers get talkative sometimes. See the first part of this** [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jul3w5/the_taylor_family_1_the_beginning_my_version_of_a/)

The hour was late, the lights were turned out, and the girls had gone to bed, but neither of them was sleeping.

An effort had been made to keep everything looking as normal as possible when their mother had come up to give them their usual goodnight kiss, but the tension between the two teenagers was palpable. Ruth was certain that her mother must have sensed it – who could have missed it, after all? – but supposed that she had probably written it off as yet another spat. It was just as well as neither of the girls was prepared to even try to talk this out with her.

Lying in her bed now and staring in silence at the ceiling, the fact was that she could not have slept at that point had her life depended on it thanks to all the turmoil. It was plain to her that her sister was having the same problem as she could hear Kristen grumbling to herself on the other side of the room, tossing and turning over in her own bed.

[FM-teen[ [1st] [oral] FIRST SEX WITH MY OLDER STEP-SISTER – A slightly retarded 18-year-old is shown what real sex feels like by his older step-sister. A step-sister erotic story.

**You can view full the illustrated version of FIRST SEX WITH MY OLDER STEP-SISTER at** [https://eroticprose.com/](https://eroticprose.com/)

This is a story about my first sexual experience. It wasn’t with a stranger. They were with my older step-sister.

It began when I was 18 I didn’t have many friends. I have a slight developmental disability in the brain so I wasn’t attracted to girls as early as other boys. I also didn’t grow very quickly either, so at 18, I

still looked like I was a lot younger.

As curious as boys are, I began to notice females and the shapes of their bodies. I noticed the shape of their bodies, the curve of their hips their soft skin and hair, and even their wonderful smells. After a while, I began to play with myself when I was alone, exploring my body and thinking about women.

When I started playing with myself, I wouldn’t do it for very long. I was kind of afraid of the strange feeling that began to build when I did it too long. After all, I was young and didn’t know what was happening.

Married pilot [M] gets seduced by slutty stewardess [F] PART TWO

Welcome back guys! Thanks for the great reception of part one, I had no idea it’d be so well received. My writing juices are flowing now, so I’m sure there’ll be plenty more ;)

If you missed Part One; it’s [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ju0u24/married_pilot_m_gets_seduced_by_a_slutty/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3).

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I could tell that the walk through the hotel lobby and the elevator ride were excruciating for Brett, having to keep his hands off me. Especially now he’d had a taste of my pussy and knew how wet I was. He’d taken off his windbreaker and folded it over his arm so it hung in front of his bulge.

But in the hotel, as anyone in this industry knows, you have to be so careful. Nobody sleeps properly, so you never know who’s going to be wandering around. Plus, everyone looks so different out of uniform that you might not recognise that person sipping on a glass of wine in the lobby, but they might recognise you, and if there’s one thing flight attendants love to do (other than fuck) it’s gossip.

When the elevator stopped at my floor, Brett made to follow me but I used my arm to block him at the door and shook my head.

Stories from my youth – taking my lesbian best friend’s virginity [MF]

Well, I guess the people have spoken and I’m listening. You all wanted more stories from my younger days so here is one of my personal favourites. This particular story comes from my late teens, when I was a sheepish nineteen-year-old freshman taking my first steps into adulthood at Rice in Texas (still got my blue and grays, go Owls). Houston was my home city and I was proud to be the first man in my family to go college – my father was a coal miner and my mother stayed at home to look after me and my three brothers. For those that asked about me last time I posted – I’m light-skinned African American (compared to my dad who is blacker than night) 6’4 and built big like my father.

[FF] Edged in the Woods (Long)

This is my first time posting, so apologies if it isn’t good. Debated for a while if I wanted to do this, but here I am! Hope I made the right decision, haha!

**Cast of Characters:**

* Olivia (pet name O) – That’s me!
* Charlotte – Then my girlfriend, now my fiancée. (Name changed for anonymity.)

**Setting:**

We were on a hike (we’re quite outdoorsy) in the middle of nowhere – it was beautiful for sure, but totally deserted, so you can probably see where this is going.

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We’d gotten pretty far out at this point, probably an hour from where we started. My legs were starting to ache a little, as I’m the less athletic of the two of us. I told Charlotte this and she prodded me to keep going, which I did begrudgingly. A few minutes passed, and then suddenly she wheeled around from her lead position. I was worried something was wrong. “Bears?”, I asked quickly, as the rangers had warned us of them when we began. Before I could say anything else, her hand moved to my mouth swiftly as my eyes widened. Her bag slid off her back quickly, then mine did the same.

I told you NEVER to come here!

It was one of those steamy, humid, sultry summer nights. Even with the sun down and the first hint of a breeze, the air was just electric and torrid, an omen of what was to come.

You’d been feeling it all day; that potent mix of playfulness and sheer lust. You’d tried to get yourself off while imagining my gorgeous cock, but it had only left you frustrated and with an ache between your legs that you couldn’t seem to relieve. All day at work you’d been distracted, fantasizing. People had noticed and you’d gone home early. But your apartment seemed small and confining, and no amount of AC could cool you down. There was only one thing for it.

You parked a couple of blocks away, but that still didn’t prevent the butterflies in your stomach as you walked towards my house. What if somebody sees me, you thought? This was definitely against the explicit instructions I had given you. But you couldn’t wait, not this time. Like a thief you stole around the side of my attractive mid-century modern house and slipped behind the tall hedges that surrounded our pool. Here, you were finally safe.

Best Friends Mom (Part 1) – was she asleep?

(True story) Lived with my best friends family during freshman year of college. I was 18 and constantly horny (still am). Sharing a room with my pal didn’t allow much Jack time, and work/school schedule even made a shower time simply too short (always in a rush). So “my time” was usually late at night after work and i would have they downstairs den to myself….but sometimes the mom would show up.

His mom (W) was a short chubby lady, with short black hair and giant tits that contacted you anytime you got within 2 ft of her. She had no filter when talking (such a potty mouth but it was always entertaining), was a amazing cook and she was always sweet to me….almost too sweet. She would get this gleem in her eye and next thing I knew she would pinch my ass and giggle. First few times i was honestly shocked and didn’t know what to make of it (stupidity and youth)….but slowly i looked forward to it.

Coming Out Pt 3. [MF, MFF, Inc]

Part 3.

All day, Alan had been slightly left out, behind everyone, his attention on something else. The previous night had a greater impact on him than he had thought it might. Yes, he truly loved Mel, not in the ‘she’s the ONE’ way but in a vastly different way than he had ever loved any woman before. With Minnie he just knew she was for him, she was always going to be his, until he understood how they had grown apart. He hadn’t had many lovers before Minnie, and no real lover since, until now. Alan decided last night he would never push himself onto Mel in any way, but if she invited him again at some time in the future, whether to make another baby or not, he would be there, making love with her.

A Dinner and a Dance (F/F, Wrestling, domination, knockout, humiliation)

Chapter 1

“You’ve never won a fight? Are you serious?” Rebecca’s mouth hung open in shock. My wife stared back at her, her mouth tight with anger. An awkward silence permeated the dinner table.

“No,” my wife admitted. I could tell that she was pissed, and so could Rebecca and Mark. Elena had never been one to hide her emotions to spare the feelings of others.

“I’m just surprised,” Rebecca said, brushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “I haven’t been fighting that long, but I have three wins at this point. You’ve been doing jiu-jitsu for a year and a half and striking classes for six months, and you still haven’t won?”

Elena’s eyes shot daggers. “The competition’s a little stiffer in MMA than in your slutty soccer mom fight club,” she snapped.

Rebecca laughed loudly. I looked over at Mark, Rebecca’s husband and grimaced. This wasn’t going well.

“Slutty soccer mom fight club? So that’s all there is to it?” Rebecca said, eyebrows raised.

“Are you serious? Topless fighting? No holds barred? That shit only exists for guys to get off. An average blue belt would crush every woman in that league without breaking a sweat.” Elena gulped down a significant amount of wine, then set the glass down a little too firmly.