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Since session is on the chopping block, what are your favorite alternatives?
Here's this for as long as it's useful:
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I'm collapsed onto my bed, panting and sweaty. My wife has gone into the shower to clean up after a rough fuck before settling down for bed. I'm giving her space to clean herself up while I relax on our soft sheets.
Suddenly our daughter barges in. I'm quick to throw the cover over my exposed body and still half-hard cock, but I'm laying on some of the blanket and I'm not as covered as I'd like.
"Sara!" I whisper harshly, not wanting to disturb her mother's shower.
"Why don't you kiss me like you kiss mom?" my daughter asks, unprompted. She doesn't acknowledge or seem to care that I'm naked and barely covered by my comforter. She crosses her arms over her chest and appears genuinely upset.
"What...?" I start, trying to wrap my head around the sudden hostility. I was just swimming in that foggy-headed bliss of a good fuck, and now my daughter has shoved herself into my room and is talking nonsense.
"Do you love me?" She asks, taking a different direction.
"Yes! Yes of course I do, but now's not the time..."
She interrupts me again, "Then you should be kissing me like you kiss mom. You love Mom. I watched you kiss her different from how you kiss me."
"... You watched us??" I'm shocked and completely off kilter. What the fuck is happening right now?
Then Sara unfolds her arms and opens up her bathrobe. I was so focused on my own exposure and impropriety, I didn't even register what she was wearing. Her robe falls open and I'm staring at the bare naked body of my little princess. I'm too shocked to react, and she capitalizes on my surprise by jumping onto me and kissing me deeply.
It's a clumsy kiss, no experience behind her attempt, but her tongue is in my mouth before I can react. My daughter watched me fuck her mother and now she's trying to reenact it with me. My cock is sticky with my wife's and my own cum, and now it's pinned beneath the weight of my naked daughter's exposed thighs.
I should shove her off. I should scream at her. I should throw her out of my room and get dressed and make her understand how horrible and disgusting and wrong this all is.
But her weight on top of me is intoxicating. The strawberry flavor of her toothpaste is filling my mouth. The desperate, awkward thrusts of her tongue awaken something deep within me. Instead of shoving her away, I find I'm kissing her back. My large hands slide up to her waist and take hold of her, sliding her robe up and exposing more of her tender flesh to the cool night air. Her skin is so smooth and soft. I'm lost in the sudden insanity of the moment.
And then I hear the squeak of the shower handle as my wife turns off the water.
Fuck.
Me and my teacher at his house after school (he said we're going to study the human body)
This, but you're homeschooled
Date idea! I have you watch all the POV videos I've recorded of us fucking while I eat you out. Let me devour your pussy while you watch yourself getting fucked in all kinds of different positions until you've cum all over my greedy tongue.
Cute date idea
You suck his cock while he scrolls your Tumblr to see what depraved shit you're into now
And then we switch…I eat you out while you scroll my Tumblr ❤️
My sister and I are both nerds. We grew up watching movies and anime together. We set the ring tones for each other's numbers as the cowboy bebop theme song. We stay up late, waiting for new episodes of our favorite shows to drop. We dress up and go to meet ups and author's book signings, the whole 9 yards.
Our obsession lately has been Castlevania. We watched every episode together, deep diving into our favorite parts; the bloody action, the heavy themes, the warmth and hope and love. We both fell in love with the main characters, Trevor and Sypha. Naturally, we had to make ourselves some cosplays.
We took ages to assemble them. We found different fabrics, we dyed and sewed and layered and tapered, we helped each other to carefully craft our best works yet. When they were ready, we hit the road.
We went into the con nervous but excited. It's always a bit vulnerable to show off your creation, especially one you have to wear. You end up being judged as much as the costume, but right away the feedback was incredible. Tons of people complimented us, and several stopped us to take pictures, asking us to pose as the characters.
I think people assumed we were a couple rather than siblings. The characters we were portraying are lovers, after all. It didn't bother me, it's not real, they're just anime characters so we didn't bother correcting anyone. Let them assume we're in love like Trevor and Sypha, I think it adds to other people's enjoyment.
And enjoy they did. Pictures, compliments, gifted trinkets, people were gushing about how great our costumes were. It was intoxicating, all the positive attention had us feeling confident and proud.
There was a cosplay contest and multiple people urged us to join. How could we say no? We were riding the high of their encouragement and fanfare as we signed ourselves up. We thought about introducing ourselves as siblings, but we thought people would enjoy it more if they could let their imaginations color their assumptions.
We were announced and took to the stage to cheers. We posed, kicking and flinging our arms like we were battling flying demons. Our costumes flowed and fluttered with the movement, adding a dramatic flair to our presentation. The crowd ate it up, cheering us on like we were the actual characters.
Someone in the crowd shouted at us to kiss. Everyone enjoys a good love story, and everyone at the con specifically enjoyed the love story of Sypha and Trevor. The shout turned into a chant that caught like wildfire, spreading across the auditorium until a chorus of voices insisted on a convincing display of our character's affection.
They didn't know we were siblings. That's why they demanded the display. We could have said something, could have waved our arms and shouted sheepishly that we're brother and sister, and the crowd would have backed off. But that wouldn't have satisfied. We spent the last few hours mingling with fellow nerds and fans, and had received so much love and acceptance and joy that it felt wrong to back off now.
We were swept up by their cheers. Overwhelmed by their love. I hardly formed a second thought before grabbing my sister and pulling her close for a passionate kiss. I shouldn't have kissed her like that, and she should have pulled away. But she didn't. She grabbed my face and pulled me tighter to her. In that moment, we weren't brother and sister, weren't Ben and Sam, we were Trevor and Sypha, vampire hunters and star crossed lovers.
The crowd erupted in response, and I felt my sister smile against my lips. But the kiss continued. The volume of the crowd didn't change, yet they faded into the background. They were the reason I moved to kiss my Sypha, but once I had, Sam was my reason for staying. My lips stayed on hers, on my sisters, and I realized how badly I've wanted this. Years of camaraderie, of being best friends, of sharing the most important aspects of our lives, of being truly seen and accepted and loved for who I am, it all culminated into this moment. This outpouring of love and emotion. This lovers kiss shared by siblings. Our lips parted and I tasted her tongue. I felt the heat of her breath against my lips, the press of her body against mine. I held her head in my hands, I pulled her against me, wanting to never be parted. Wanting to be so close we become one.
Then the announcer awkwardly cleared his throat and broke the spell. Sam and I glanced around, blinking as if emerging from darkness into blinding light and trying to refocus our eyes. The crowd were smiling mischievously at us, but no longer cheering. When had they stopped applauding us? How long was that kiss?
I looked at Sam and smiled sheepishly, then we awkwardly hurried off stage. We were both so embarrassed and confused, we didn't even stay to see if we'd won the costume contest. Numbly, we walked past booths and stands and displays until we exited the con altogether and got to the car. In a dreadful quiet, I drove us to the hotel we were staying at for the convention, and soon we were in our room. No audience. No crowd. No cheering. No eyes. Just us.
We stood there in wretched silence. The air felt thick and heavy. The costume I wore suddenly seemed so silly and embarrassing. Slowly, I made myself look up from the floor into my sisters eyes. "Sam. I... Uh... I'm sorry. I took it too far. I got swept up in everything..."
"That was... A lot." Sam agreed. That stung. I don't know what I expected, but hearing her all but agree that our kiss was a terrible mistake felt like a stake to the heart.
"Sorry" I said again, lamely. I've fucked everything up. Sam is my sister, my best friend, my everything. I love her, of course, but today I realized I love her in ways I shouldn't. In ways that I can't. I'm a monster for abusing her trust like this. I'm no better than the beasts Trevor lays low. I deserve no better fate.
Feeling more anguish than a mortal man should be capable of experiencing, I start to unclasp the coat of my costume. I'll take this stupid thing off and go to bed. And tomorrow I'll apologize some more.
"Wait" Sam stops me, taking a few steps closer to close the gap between us. "I think I understand. You saw me as Sypha. You wanted to kiss Sypha. And that's okay! She's strong and smart and beautiful. I get that."
I look into my sisters eyes, utterly confused.
"Don't take off your cosplay" Sam continues. "Stay Trevor. And I can stay Sypha. Just for tonight? Please?"
She's asking me to stay Trevor. She's asking to keep playing the role of my lover. I look into the familiar eyes of my sister and see a longing plea. I've seen lesser versions of that expression. She made similar eyes at me when she asked me to come to prom with her after she broke up with her boyfriend. She made similar eyes at me when she asked me to move in with her to save money. Here, though, it feels deeper. More meaningful. Almost desperate in her need.
"Sam..." I start, but she pushes forward and kisses me. "You can call me Sypha" she says, sounding on the verge of tears, hands on my face and anxiety coloring her expression. "I can be your Sypha. I don't mind. You can kiss Sypha!"
I grab her shoulders and hold her back at arms length. She looks like she's about to cry and I feel my heart shatter.
"I don't want to kiss Sypha." Her face falls and a tear rolls down her cheek. "I want Sam" I say, wiping the tear away.
Her face shoots up, eyes full of tears and hope and overwhelming love. Love that matches my own.
"Me?" She manages.
"I love you, Sam. I always have. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to realize..."
But I can't finish the thought before my sisters lips are on my own again. Our bodies press together, intertwining like roots of two trees that grew entangled and inseparable. All the shared laughs and tears, all the movie night cuddles, all the acceptance and longing and love culminating in this perfect moment.
We collapse onto her bed, raking our cosplays free and exploring each other's bodies with the intensity of lifelong lovers finally getting the chance to love each other.
This is wrong, it's outright reprehensible, and yet nothing has ever felt more right in my life. My sisters lips fit against mine like they were moulded just for me. The sighs and small moans she looses as my hands explore her body echo through my ears like a symphony. Her soft skin, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, it's all so exactly perfect I feel afire with lust and love.
I moan her name when she wraps her fingers around my cock, shuddering in bliss as her hand slides up and down my shaft. She moans back, in kind, when my fingers find her clit and gently massage, making her breath hitch and her body tense with desire. I stare into her eyes, the same eyes I've looked into across the dinner table countless times, as I slide into her.
There's no awkwardness. No fumbling of new lovers exploring each other. Wordlessly, impossibly, we are perfectly in sync. We know exactly how to move and where to touch. As if our coupling had been preordained. As if fate had manifested us into perfect lovers.
In the end, after we had both cum and were cuddling together in a sweaty heap, my sister looked up at me and asked, with a wicked smile, when's the next con. She already had plans to top this one.
Horny, but like, really horny. I'm starting to get dizzy kinda horny. I'm getting tunnel vision kinda horny. I can't think beyond my basest, most primal needs kinda horny. Communication becomes little more than grunts and growls and moans kinda horny. I'd do anything you asked without question kinda horny. Right here and now, in this moment, my heart and soul belong to you kinda horny.
That's what you do to me.
That’s the way I fall for him
you're just so little. so helpless and confused. you can't do anything without daddy telling you how. that's why, sometimes, whenever you get that tingle, you run right to daddy and tell him, beg him to make it go away. it's soo distracting, and you can't concentrate on anything else unless he makes the tingle go away. "daddy, can we play horsie?" you ask as you stop in front of him sitting on the couch.
he smiles. "are you wearing your special outfit like you're supposed to?" daddy asks as he slips one hand under your little pink skirt, feeling that you're not wearing your panties. "what a good girl!" you blush at the praise; sometimes you have to go change before you can play horsie, but this time, you remembered. you murmur your thanks as he stands and takes his pants off. "okay, hop on up."
you let out an excited giggle and do as he says. horsie is one of your favorite games, and daddy seems to like it, too. sometimes it turns into hide and seek! you position yourself on him just so, his leg hairs tickling your thighs as you settle your tiny pussy over the bulge in his boxers. this is how you play horsie: you sit on daddy's lap and bounce, lean forward and back, like you're riding a big horse! it feels really good, and after just a few minutes, daddy starts to get big like a horse.
his hands grip your soft ass, helping you bounce. you blush again--you can never get it right! daddy always has to show you how to ride him. but the flush on your cheeks blends with the flush of the pleasure building up inside you. "daddy," you whimper. "it feels like i'm gonna pee."
“that's good, baby girl, remember? keep going." he's so reassuring, his voice is so soft, and his fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your ass and force you down harder, making you moan loudly.
"yes, daddy," you say, obedient as ever, and grind your hips against him. his cock is starting to peek through his boxers, and your pussy lips wrap around it. the warmth of his head on your clit is enough to send wave after wave of ecstasy through your tight young body, writhing in your daddy's lap as you cum for him. he holds you tight and tells you what a good girl you are for him, and you can feel yourself soaking his boxers.
"feel better, little one?" he asks, pressing a kiss into your hair.
you look up at him and shake your head no. "i want to keep playing," you tell him.
he raises his eyebrows. "what do you say?"
"please, daddy?" you beg, writhing against his cock.
he smiles and reaches between you, pulling his cock out the rest of the way. "that's my girl. of course we can keep playing. do you want to play hide and seek?"
you bounce up and down with glee. "yes, daddy! i love hide and seek!"
"me too, sweetie," he says. "okay, go ahead and hide it."
you lift your hips and grip his cock, lining it up so it splits you open as you lower yourself onto it. you bite back a moan. "where'd it go?" you ask, following the script.
"hmm," daddy says, his eyes closed until it's time for him to start looking. "is it... here?" he reaches under your shirt and squeezes your little tits, tweaking your nipples.
you pant with pleasure and begin bouncing again, shaking your head no. he lifts your shirt, pulling it over your head as you raise your arms.
"is it... here?" he grips your ass again, helping you bounce on his cock a little faster, a little harder. he lifts his hips in time with your bouncing, his cock driving deeper inside you, drawing gasps from you.
“no, daddy.”
he continues his search, squeezing, sucking, spanking, and groping all over your little body while his cock massages your insides. before long, you feel it again, that build-up that you love so much.
"i'm gonna cum, daddy," you announce as you grind your clit against his skin while keeping his cock buried inside your pussy.
"good girl," he whispers. "such a good girl for daddy. let me feel you cum, baby."
his words send a rush down your spine and straight into your pussy, making you gush all over his cock. the orgasm is so strong, you can't help but writhe on daddy's lap, burying your face in his chest.
"my turn," he says. he lifts you up and puts you on the couch on your knees, so you can rest your arms on the back of the couch. your tits press against the leather as he drives into you from behind, smacking your ass, spreading you wide so he can see your tight little pussy gripping his cock as he pumps in and out of you, over and over.
"daddy, it hurts," you whine as his thrusts make you sore.
he grunts and fucks you harder. "good girl," he growls.
you whimper and begin to cry as his cock stuffs you so full, you feel empty when he slides out, just to slam back into you. "daddy, please!”
"so close..." he pulls your head back by your hair so he can see your face. "oh, fuck, baby!" your mouth hangs open as he wrecks your little body, squeezing your tit hard enough to bruise. you feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside you, his warm cum shooting into you, and you are overcome with the satisfaction of knowing his pleasure came from you and you alone. you know just how to make daddy feel good.
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My sister and I managed to sneak away between her saying "I do" and the end of her wedding. I broke down and confessed that I didn't want this to end. That I love her. I need her. I don't know how I'll go on now that she's married. She reassured me the same way she usually does; by kissing me, telling me that nothing could ever keep us apart, and by shoving me into the backseat of her new husband's truck and sucking my cock until I came on her pretty face.
Daddy loves the way this ass feels, baby. I just can't get enough of it 😈🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️
You know how parents will force fighting siblings into a massive t-shirt together until they stop fighting and get along? My mom did that to my sister and I. The problem is, my sister and I are grown. Well, that, and the reason we were fighting in the first place is because my sister keeps trying to fuck me.
She's spent years teasing me and trying to seduce me. Years. Years of her sneaking into my room while I slept and cuddling up to me, her ass pressed firmly against my crotch. Years of her "accidentally" bending over and flashing me. Years of her loudly masturbating and moaning my name when she knows I'm home.
I've told her to stop countless times, but she ignores me. I told my parents, but they keep insisting I'm being too hard on my sweet little sister. I feel like I'm the only sane person in a world full of crazy!
And now here I am. Inside this dumb shirt with her. My body pressed firmly against my sisters. Smelling her sweet cocktail of perfumes. Looking down into those pretty, pouting eyes. Feeling the heat radiating off of her, her firm nipples poking into my chest, her hands on my back like we're dancing at prom.
Mom won't let us out of the shirt until we both say we've made up. My sister won't tell my mom as much until I've given in. After years of torturous teasing, years of me holding strong and doing the right thing by saying "no", I feel all my will and resolve crumble when my sister parts her lips and quietly, gently asks me to kiss her.
I was happy to let my little sister crash at my place when our parents kicked her out. She wouldn't get into why there was such a rift between her and mom, but I told her she could stay with me as long as she needed.
I've since caught my sister masturbating in her room with the door open, on the couch at all hours of the day, even on my bed in the middle of a conversation with me. I think I'm starting to see the problem
I love receiving oral (who doesn't?), but usually my preference is on giving. The heat radiating off of her, the slick wetness against my tongue, the tastes and smells and sights and sounds. It's a feast for the senses!
But right now I'm in an unusual mood. Right now I want a mouth on me. I want to look down into a pair of pretty eyes matching my gaze. I want to lay my shaft across her face to compare the size of my cock to her head. I want to slap my member onto her tongue. I want to grab her face and slide her around, making her lick up and down my shaft then all around my balls then back to my shaft again. I want to feel her kissing and licking and biting her way up my abdomen and chest and neck while her hands continue to work my shaft, just to whisper into my ear how much she loves the feel and taste of my cock filling her mouth. I want my cock to be greedily, lovingly worshiped until I'm cumming down the back of her throat.
It is fully unfair that I don't have her pretty pussy here in front of me. I want to feel her lips part as my tongue slides forward. I want to taste her fresh nectar. I want to hear her soft, whimpering moans as I slowly warm her up. I'd like to file a formal complaint about the lack of tasty lips and soft inner thighs at my immediate disposal