Category Archives: Teen Male/Teen Female

Experiment Number Two

I hate my family! How the hell can parents be so natural about my brother being practically all over Jake? Any normal parents would just freak out at any cost! Not only that, they just invite him over all the time, almost on purpose! If I didn’t know better, I would have thought they enjoy watching the two of them get off…

But last week I got my revenge! I managed to get my brother’s dreamy stud of a boyfriend to screw me hard! His curiosity was able to make me finally lose my virginity after way too long! So how the hell would my brother take it if he found out that his not-so gay boyfriend fucked his sister? He’d be heartbroken of course, but worst of all he’d just take it out on me! I couldn’t tell him, not yet at least…

So yeah, it’s another rushed Friday morning when I receive more stupidly painful news over some cornflakes.
“Oh Jasmine dear, could you stop off at the shop on your way home and get me some burgers for tomorrow?” my irritating Mum chirped.
“What? What’s happening tomorrow?”
“Didn’t you hear?” my brother, Dan looked up from his toast “Mum’s turn to hold another one of her WI get-togethers!” I about died at this thought. The last time Mum invited her middle-aged friends over, the highlight of the day was listening to some boring discussion about some sewing magazine of sorts. I hated them! Only Mum and her pathetic lady chums liked them.
“Oh God Mum, why?” I threw my head in my hands
“Because it’s going to be a nice weekend and I thought we could do a barbecue!”
“I meant why did you even join in the first place?”
“Oh cheer up Jasmine” the stupid brother grinned at me
“Why are you so pleased?” I had to ask… “Oh God… Jake’s not coming is he?”
“You bet he is!”
“Oh for God’s sake…”
“There’s no need to be like that!” Mum failed at being sociable
“But they’ll be all other each other, again!”
“Leave them be, you’d do the same if you had a boyfriend!” Way to rub it in Mum…
“Ha, fat chance!” Dan just had to say, so I threw a slipper at him and chased him out the door.

Right through school I panicked. Jake hadn’t spoken to me since that night and I was worried that either I’d scared him off the scent or it’d get out what happened and Dan would kill me. He never answered to whether I’d succeeded at turning him or not, and he didn’t sound too pleased when he left. How I’d cope on Saturday I’d never know.

There was one slight glimmer of hope. I could, in theory, balance things out and see how my brother liked it with a girl. If he and Jake were in the same boat together, then they wouldn’t kill each other, or more importantly me.

I know, weird incest thing isn’t exactly great and he’d never agree to it. But to be honest, my brother is pretty cute…blonde hair, blue eyes, like me, who wouldn’t want that? Sorry, losing my “Big V” seems to have had a horrible effect on my modesty… Going swimming with him wasn’t a bad thing, and by the sounds of him in the bedroom… OK, getting carried away now. But how the hell would I do it with Jake around? This was going to take a lot more thought that I had imagined…

Home-Time and it wasn’t a pretty sight when I went through the front door. Dan was sitting on the step; phone in hand, with the biggest scowl on his face I’d ever seen.
“What’s up with you?” was all I said to make the phone shoot straight past my ear.
“Shut up!” he said and stormed upstairs. As if on cue, Mum came from the kitchen.
“Jake’s not coming, apparently” she answered me. Result!
“Isn’t he? Damn, what a shame” I feigned disappointment. At least now I wouldn’t have to watch the drool team practically raping each other now. Even better I wouldn’t have Jake distracting Dan while I tried to convince him. God, am I actually going to go through with this?

I made as many efforts as possible to avoid my brother over the course of the evening. I didn’t even look at him at dinner in case it was able to spark another household object flying just past my ear. Besides, my mind was focused on the job in hand. Sure, with the WI, Dan would be as bored as me and therefore would require entertaining in between rounds of looking perfect and dignified in front of mummy. But even he would take some convincing. Jake may have been an easy nut to crack, but my own brother? I’ve seen his hormonal outbreaks before, how would he react to this?

By the time I got ready for bed, I already became nervous for the next day. If I screwed it up, Dan would hate me for the rest of our lives. If I got it right, but he still found out about me and Jake, he would hate me for the rest of our lives. If I got it right, but he hated every second of it, he would hate me for the rest of our lives. But if I got it completely right…

The weekend was irritatingly gorgeous. Blazing sunshine meant the WI barbecue went ahead as planned. Dad was chief in charge of barbecue and providing middle-aged flirts. Mum was chief host or whip-holder as I joked. Dan was put in charge of drinks and me in charge of nibbles. Let the mission impossible take place!
At 1, the sun was at its hottest and all the old farts were in position around the garden table. Middle-aged droning took place, and Dan and I were busy bustling in the kitchen preparing our part of the deal. I’d already taken the liberty of taking a bit to drink beforehand, so I was feeling somewhat flexible when conversation arose.
“Jasmine, pass me the bottle opener please…”
“OK”
OK, maybe not THAT flexible…
“Shame Jake couldn’t make it I guess…”
Pop went a bottle. Dan grunted in response.
“Ah well, still got big sis to keep you company!”
No reply. Charming…
“You know, with you and Jake…”
“Yeah…”
“Have you ever…? Oh never mind it’s a stupid question”
“What?”
“Forget it, I’m just being nosy”
“Just say it Jazz…”
“Well I was just wondering whether you’d ever wondered what it’s like swinging the other way…” Come on, we’d have been here forever if I hadn’t been direct!
“Er…” His lack of denial was reassuring.
“But never mind, it’s none of my business”
No reply again. Well that worked…

Now our kitchen isn’t exactly roomy. So it didn’t take long for an awkward moment to arise. He was standing next to me opening bottles, while I was loading bowls with nuts. But why did all the bowls have to be in the cupboard with the handle right next to Dan’s crotch? I couldn’t really have asked him to move as I could easily have opened the door. But there was no room for forgiveness. Sod it, I went straight in.
And it went horribly wrong. I didn’t look to see where I put my hand, and when I was searching for said handle I was heading in the wrong direction. Before I knew it, I had slipped my hand in between by brother and the cupboard. A small yelp and a couple of surprised jumps passed by:
“I didn’t think this was what you meant!”
“What?”
“I mean sure, I’ve wondered, but not with my own sister!”
“What?”
“Look, just…oh never mind…” He went out and took a tray of drinks with him.
OK, so he’s not into the whole incest thing… But at least he’s wondered! I took a sip from my wine. Surely I could just convince him anyway. I emptied the glass and followed Dan outside with the bowls.

The brief passing outside didn’t help either. I made a deliberate attempt to at least show some interest by looking at his grey tracksuit trousers and licking my lips. I didn’t care how much of a slag I looked; I just needed to convince him. Hell the alcohol must have got to me.

I got no such reaction from him; he just sped right past me into the kitchen not even looking at me. But my God did he look good in that shirt of his… I didn’t care what he thought now; I just wanted to taste him!
On the return leg, I tripped into the kitchen, falling completely flat. Strange, that’d never happened before. I hoped Dan didn’t notice. But when I looked up, all I saw was his athletic frame in his scruffy clothes looking down on me.
“You’ve been drinking haven’t you?”
“No…”
“Look, you always get like this even after one glass!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I said picking myself up
“What’s wrong with you? You’re just going to show up Mum and we’re both in for in then!”
“Ah, who cares?”
“Get a grip Jazz! What are you up to?”
He just stared at me with a powerful glare. He was never this authoritarian, and it suited him I have to admit. His blue eyes were ablaze and I couldn’t help but feel so unworthy of their attention. Suddenly a huge wave of emotion hit me and I pushed him against the counter, my hands firmly into his boxers.

“What the fuck?!” he shrieked. He didn’t say anything else though as the new sensation down his trousers must have got to him. I was squeezing and rolling him, and he was groaning. He was enjoying it!
And so was I. I thought Jake had a treat packed into his boxers. But to think my brother could beat him! It was so sensitive and thick. The jizz just oozed straight onto my hands. It didn’t take long for him to get hard. Why do the gays always get the most fun? Time to put that right!
I was about to peel down his pants when he violently shoved me away.
“You crazy bitch! You can’t do this!”
“But you liked it!”
“I… I did not!”
“Come on, you said you were curious!”
“But I’m not! I’m not! I’ve got Jake! Why do I need desperate sluts like you?”
“Where’s the harm in one little sucking?”
“You’re my sister and you’re drunk!”
“So?”
“So?! How can you just say that! Mum and Dad are outside!”
“I promise I’ll be quick!”
“But you’re a fucking virgin! You don’t even know what to do! You’re just a desperate whore who’s jealous of their little brother!”
“I won’t tell Jake!”
“I don’t care!!”
“You’ll never know what it feels like to have a girl though!”
“But I…I don’t…”
“You’ll never know…”
“You promise you won’t tell?”
“I promise”
“Fine… This had better be fucking worth it…”

I was back up like a shot with that invitation. I had to be quick and good, better than I was with Jake. But with such a treat in those boxers, it shouldn’t be hard not to.

One swift yank and the tracksuit and boxers were down; out sprung my brother’s fantastic cock, soaked in precum and just asking to be sucked. I pulled back gently on the skin, revealing a thick and round head. I couldn’t resist it anymore and licked up the sweet precum from the head. It tasted so good I went back for more! Already Dan was softly sighing.

I turned up the gas and started making out with the long shaft, rubbing my lips up and down it, coating it in a thick layer of drool. The sighs above turned into moans. Dan genuinely liked my skills with a cock! Maybe he envied them?

I grabbed it with my hand and started pounding it. I was going dizzy with the sensation; it felt so good rubbing up and down my fingers!

“How does it feel then?”
“Fucking good…” he gasped
“Girls aren’t all bad then!”
“Just get on with it”
I moved on to licking it, which just added to the feeling,; and he felt it too, each groan becoming louder than the last. I wanted all of it in me. And right now! I moved onto full blast and rammed all of it deep into my mouth. And I did it again, and again, and again! Shit this was good, perhaps better than my first time! If only this monster could fuck me…

I looked up to see those blue eyes of his, formerly filled with anger were now glazed over in ecstasy. He mouth had dropped open and he was breathing heavily. I never thought I would have seen my cute little brother as such as hot fucker to suck off!

Right when I thought he was going to cum, at the worst moment Dad called: “Am I getting another beer or not?”
“Shit…” Dan swiftly pulled up his boxers and went to the fridge
“Well that was quick…”
“I’ve had practise at quick escapes” he said with his back to me
“I meant the blowjob”
I never got a response as Dan had gone to deliver a beer to Dad.

My mind was all over the place, I’d just sucked off my brother. Did that make them even now? I didn’t need to do anything else now surely… But something inside me was just craving his dick. It tasted far better than Jake’s. Maybe it was the fact we were siblings it made us taste familiar.

Oh get a grip! It’s not right for a start, and he’s got a boyfriend anyway. I’ll just have to find some other better tasting stud to play with.

Dan came back and looked quite flustered. Without even looking at me, he fell to his knees and I got the shock of my life and he put his fingers up my mini-skirt!
“I want to eat you out”
“What?”
“You heard, I want to lick you off”
“You’ve not been drinking have you?”
“I just want to know”
“Now who’s curious?”
“Oh shut up!”
And with that I felt his tongue shoot straight into me. Holy fuck he was good with it as well! How much had he had to have eaten Jake’s ass to be this good? Ooh, mental image… I’ll save that for later…

I moaned uncontrollably. He tongue was so hyperactive it just went into a new domain that Jake didn’t manage before. Jake was more horny, taking deep slow licks. But Dan’s tongue felt more like a cock fucking me! It was so firm and tense, and it moved so well up there. He was a natural at something he’d never done before!

It didn’t take long for me to cum, a long flowing orgasm streamed onto his tongue. His first taste of pussy juice; and didn’t he just love it! He drank it all up and then went back for more, making sure I was completely empty!

“Fuck you liked that didn’t you?”
“IT was…different…”
“You really are a slutty little brother aren’t you?”
“Well…”
“I’ve heard you and Jake, of course you are!”
“I…guess I’m not that bad” Aww, he’s gone back to cute mode!
“Well you’ve certainly made my day!”
“Yeah… well… we’d best get back…”
I grinned in agreement. A sense of fulfilment overcame me, as if Dan had just licked my troubles away. Everything was back to normal and I needn’t worry anymore.
Or at least that’s what I thought at the time.
Because of course then I had no idea about Jake…

category reluctance story sucking the clit he nailed me in bed erotica tit nipple zapped abused tormented bbw stories tit nipple zapped abused tortured bbw stories

The Love Story of Halie and Caleb

June 7, 2010

Dear diary,
The days grow warmer and so does his touch. All I feel is too much to explain. I can’t find the words to express it; not to you, not to even him. It’s funny, as of late I feel like I have grown closer to him than to you. How this is possible I have yet to see. I pray nightly that I won’t wake up from this dreamland. He means so much to me…

It was the summer of 2008. I had just turned 16 in May and purchased my first car: a worn, but still beautiful, 1978 Camaro. My dad and I planned to restore it in the coming years, and the final project in turn it would become my graduation present. This summer, as always, my family and I were on vacation in a small beach town in Florida. I woke up early that morning and decided to try running along the smooth sandy beach while the weather was still somewhat cool. I am not much of a runner, but I do like to keep active. It does help having strong, long legs, though. Well, it does now. Back then when your body is still developing it doesn’t completely understand itself. It’s like giving a child a Ferrari. They can make it go, but the handling and technique is probably not perfect. Anyhow, all that to say that morning I decided to run down the coast at sunrise.
About a mile down the beach, as the sun was peeking over the trees, I saw a girl about my age slowly walking in the sand. The slight breeze in her long blond curls, the way her soft white dress fluttered like the waves, the way she shuffled her feet in the sand by the water…I was sure I was in love. As I approached, she looked up at me and smiled as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the sun setting fire like the diamonds in her ears to her royal blue eyes. I was tantalized, drawn in like a bug to a light. She giggled and whispered hello, shuffling her feet. I just stared, speechless, reminding myself never to run again because I clearly died trying.
This angel laughed, her eyes, though I swear it impossible, sparkled even more as she spoke, her voice soft and sweet, “Oh boys…” she walked closer to me, picking up her dress a bit to keep it from being splashed by the few incoming waves. “Well, hi,” she said, extending a hand, with the other she brushed her curls to the side.
“H-H-Hello,” I finally managed to stutter after what seemed like ages. “Wow…” I jumped, not realizing that came out, though in a whisper, I swore she heard me.
“You have a name don’t you?” she said, as I shook her hand, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Uhhh…oh… I’m Caleb,” I said softly, slowly finding confidence in the fact that this angel appeared to like me. That thought sent a huge grin across my face.
We talked for a few hours, both of us walking along the beach. Her name is Halie. She lives here on the beach. We spent that week together, and after I left, I kept in touch every day through some method. We started as friends, but by the end of that week I knew I was in love. A month after I left, we went back. After the second night reunited, I finally found the courage to kiss her cheek.
“Oh? Is that all I get?” she asked, clearly disappointed. Her hands on her hips, the moonlight casting shadows on her face, adding to the comical dramatic stance. I, shaking, leaned in, my lips meeting hers, my first kiss. Nothing felt as great. Her lips, soft, sweet, my hand slowly tracing her cheek. My heart raced, knowing there was never a moment I felt more. She gripped my hand, stood on her toes and kissed me once more, quickly, softly, with a smile. “I had to make sure I remembered it right,” she winked. She let go of my hand as she turned to walk away. “Goodnight Caleb. My Caleb.”
That night I lay in bed, unable to move, paralyzed in the reliving of that first kiss. I called her every weekend, and finally, at Christmas, got to see her again. My summer love, the one girl I thought of all semester. Her parents were fighting, and see moved in with her grandparents about 45 minutes from me. I was ecstatic. We spent the next year constantly together. I, now 17, her birthday in two months, had never been happier.

February 15, 2010

Dear diary,
Sorry I didn’t write last night. Caleb and I went out. How did I find such a perfect man? We had dinner. He was so respectful. On the way home…we were in an accident. Someone ran through a light and could have killed me. Instead he sacrificed the car, his pride and joy, for me. He was so willing to put himself in danger. To give up his most prized thing in an attempt to save my life. I can’t hold back much longer. I know he loves me. I love him. He’s kind. Caring. Protective. He’s the sweetest guy to little kids, and I know he’ll be an amazing father. And those muscles…he’s been working out. His hair, well, I’ve managed to straighten it out with as much as I’ve run my fingers through it. You should have seen him in those jeans he wore. I’m still drooling…

It was Fall, now two years since we met. wWe both sat on the porch of the cabin wrapped in a blanket. I reached into my pocket, her head on my shoulder and pulled out a small box. It took everything I had, and was all mine. With what lay inside, I hoped its wearer would be also. I opened the box and a small, white diamond appeared. She looked from me, to the box, tears forming. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. If thought before she was a good kisser, I now KNOW she is.

October 16, 2010
Dear diary,
This is my last moment as a bachelorette I suppose you could call it. In a few hours, I marry Caleb. SO many things to write. Where do I begin? His eyes? How about his hair. Start at the top and work down I suppose…

The feeling of seeing your bride in white walking down the aisle is beyond any form of written description. I don’t generally get too emotional, but I’ll be honest and say yes, I cried. The beauty on the beach was no match for the elegant woman before me. The way the dress clung to her thin waist, the way her hair twisted to her shoulders from the up-do beneath the veil. The only time she was more beautiful than this was that night. I carried her into the place of our honeymoon, a surprise to her. I managed to buy the house in front of the spot we first met. She kissed me, this time knowing neither of us had to hold back.

My left hand on her waist, with my right I unpinned her long curls, each falling gracefully around her pink cheeks. I kiss her softly on the lips; she kisses back, our tongues tickling the others. My hands run down her back slowly, tracking her spine, sending shivers throughout her body as I unzip the heavy dress. Her hands fumble as she unbuttons my shirt, and then trace my abs, tickling me. I laugh and pull her in for another kiss. “I love you” I say in between each kiss. I kiss down her neck, slowly making my way to her breast. She lets out a sigh.

“I’ve waited for so long,” she whispers grabbing my arm, pulling me back up for a long deep kiss. Her dress falls, as do the rest of my clothes. We both stand there for a moment, then embrace, kissing. Again, I kiss down her body. First her neck, then her breasts, both of them, then caress them as I tickle her stomach with soft kisses. I continue lower and lower. Her back arches, she twists, giggling with pleasure. “Stop it Caleb!! Hahaha” she flips me on my back and we tussle, our bodies rubbing together, the urge to become one growing ever stronger.

We tussle once more and I end up on my back. She straddles me, sitting on my bare stomach, pinning my arms to my side. I grin. “Ok. You win.” I saw and wink. Laying there, staring at her naked body. So perfect. So soft. So turned on by her wild side I had only seen a glimpse of in the past.

She grins seductively and bites her lip. Her left hand frees mine and she walks her fingers up my chest. With her short manicured nails she tickles my lip, and then runs down my side, past my butt, and down my leg, tickling my toes. Halie slides down so her body is pressed down onto mine. “You ready big guy?” she laughs, knowing I’m completely blown away.

I roll on top of her, tangling my leg in the sheets. She explores my body, stopping at my groin. A few moments later, I slip gently in and let out a long sigh as my hands support her arching back. She moans and clenches my arm. It’s the first time for both of us. The sensations shooting through our bodies, seemingly as one, with each movement. I caress her breasts as she squeezes my firm, round rear. Between soft moans our tongues fight, passionately trying to win its way into the other’s territory. We roll, I on my back, hands pinned down. She sits up to resume. My left hand rests behind my head, the right traces down her smooth stomach. It slides around her hip, supporting her back, caressing her soft rear. I lean up to kiss her. I pull her down onto the bed.

“Oh Halie” I whisper. I tell her of my love. Each part of her body, beautiful. Her smile, so soft and warm. Her kiss, paralyzing. Those hands, so soft, so naturally talented, dig into my tan flesh, fighting to control the tsunami of ecstasy overwhelming us.

October 17, 2012
Dear diary,
…a bead of sweat dripped down his face. Both our bodies shaking, with each movement I felt more pleasure than I could imagine. He feels amazing. All I know is I want more….

We move together like the curtains, back and forth, moving with the breeze. Our body head warming the other, pulling closer. She kisses my neck in the pale moonlight. All is still besides us and the wind, and the waves, all rocking, all never to end. She arches her back, I push in tighter. Everything about her is warm, soft, full of life and of spirit. My body shudders, knowing I cannot take much more. With everything I have, I try and pleasure her the best I can, as she does the same. Each at a loss for words, simply caressing, kissing, and softly letting moans of joy escape our lips if left untouched for a moment.
Finally, together, we climax, wave after wave. Out breathing hard, mouths barely apart. I rest my head on her chest, slowing my pace. My legs, strong and firm in her hand, come together beside her. Her angelic figure pressed to my naked bare body, I pull her in, protecting her. Protecting my very own heart. This woman. My wife. My love.

what a coincidence i thought paranormal open your cheeks she