Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

We both stared at each other. Jennifer’s sex poised right above mine. Her breasts hanging over my chest. Her hand still wrapped around my cock. She looked right at me. Searching.

“I’m sorry, Matt,” Jennifer said, “This has been fun and I don’t regret one bit of it.”

“Me neither,” I said.

“But this… It would be actual incest, you know? There’s a difference between pretend wrong and real wrong and I just can’t get there.”

I think she was expecting me to argue otherwise, but I didn’t. I squeezed her hand and said, “You’re right. But this was great. A really nice idea. Thank you.”

Jennifer cocked her head at me, then suddenly her eyes went bright.

“Hang on,” she said. My little sister leapt off me and ran into the living room. Watching her tits fly as she went, her taut little butt, it was almost as good as everything else I’d experienced that morning.

My sister came back holding a little bottle of hand lotion.

“Lay back,” she told me, “Close your eyes.”

I heard the ‘squirt’ noise of her using the bottle. I felt something warm and slippery slide down my cock. I grinned. My clever sister had covered her hands in lotion, then stacked them on top of each other. Slowly now, she slid them down my cock.

It clearly wasn’t a vagina, but at the same time, it was close enough for the fantasy to work.

“Oh, brother, you feel so good in my pussy,” Jen moaned. I could hear a little bit of a laugh trying to sneak its way up, but she forced it down.

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Jennifer slowly slid her slick hands up and down my dick. “Do you like your little sister’s tiny cunt?”

“You feel so good,” I said.

“I love having you in me,” she said. She started to move faster. For a pair of hands, she was doing a pretty good job of simulating sex.

“I love my brother’s cock,” Jennifer said.

“I love my sister’s pussy,” I said.

“I’m glad we’re not using the condom,” she said, “It feels so much better this way. Just tell me before you cum, OK?”

“Yes,” I said, “I will.”

“I don’t want any of those naughty brother spermies finding their way into my unprotected pussy,” Jennifer said.

“Fuck, sis.”

“I know,” she whined, “I can feel it, you’re getting close.”

She started to slow on me.

“No, not yet,” I said.

“Don’t lie to me,” Jennifer said, “I know you. Think you’re going to trick me. But I can feel when you’re about to cum.”

She was right, of course. I was close. I reached out and put my hand on hers, trying to make her go faster.

“Keep going, sis,” I said.

“You’re sure?”

I put my hands on her wrists, starting to jack up and down. Like I was holding her hips.

“You feel so good,” I said, “I don’t want to stop.”

“You — oh! — but you have to,” Jennifer said, “You can’t make me pregnant.”

“I don’t care,” I said, “I want you. Need you.”

“No, brother, please don’t… OH FUCK!”

My sperm shot upward like a geyser. The pleasure burst inside me with similar force. Jennifer held my dick tight, dragging the orgasm out of me.

“Oh, you’re cumming in me,” Jennifer said, “Making me pregnant. Oh, brother it feels so good.”

As my orgasm finally started to weaken, I couldn’t help myself and laughed. “OK, that was amazing,” I said.

Jennifer gave me a wicked smile. She spread her arms and showed me — I’d showered my sister in sperm. Her breasts were dripping with it. Her cute little belly button looked like a pearly, white lake.

“I came,” Jennifer said. At first, I thought she was making a joke, but then she looked at me sheepishly. “I didn’t even touch myself, but when you started pumping, I went off a little. Nothing massive, but… Wow. I didn’t think that could happen.”

“So, you’re saying I can’t return the favor?” I asked.

“You could,” Jennifer said, “But I think I want to save it for the next O-day.”

*

It all went wrong from the start.

I woke up the morning of our next O-day and started reading a story, like I always did. About halfway through, with my hand stroking my cock, I went over the top. I hadn’t intended to, then suddenly I was covered in my own cum. The story wasn’t even that good. My orgasm had been nice, sure, but it felt wasted.

It was going to be Jennifer’s day anyway, I told myself in the shower.

Later, at work, I overheard two girls complaining about their love lives. About how hard it was to find a good partner, that kind of thing. As I listened, I thought to myself, I’m so happy I don’t have that problem anymore. And I realized that I was thinking about Jennifer and myself.

My satisfaction quickly turned to remorse. Then guilt. I didn’t have a girlfriend or a wife. I had a sister. One who I was doing dirty things with. That wasn’t a relationship, but the fact that my mind had defaulted to that setting told me a lot more than I wanted to hear.

I spent the rest of the day in a fog, lost in my own thoughts. I had to stop this before it got too serious. It was already too late. I didn’t know what to do. The woman I desperately needed to speak to and the girl I couldn’t say a word to were the same person. I stayed late at the office that night, even though I didn’t need to. I was afraid to go home.

Finally, I trudged to the subway and went back to my apartment. Jennifer was waiting for me, but as soon as she saw the look on my face, her own smile dropped.

“Did you eat yet?” she asked.

I told her that I hadn’t. “I thought we could do dinner before we, you know, do the thing.”

“The thing,” she said, now straight up eyeing me. Trying to find the seam where the alien had slipped under my skin. I tried to force myself back to where I’d been the day before, but I couldn’t find the right spot.

So, we ate dinner in silence and then, afterwards, Jennifer curled up on the couch with her phone. The problem with edging is the same as any othermind-altering experience — drinking or drugs or whatever. Rational, calm Jennifer would have been able to put her disappointment aside with ease. Worked up, agitated Jennifer was not.

After her third loud sigh, I surrendered. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” I said.

“Finally,” Jennifer said. She popped off the couch and raced down the hallway.

I took a deep breath. I could push through this. After she came down, we could talk about things normally. I cued up my selected story and walked into the bedroom.

Jennifer was in her tank top and underwear, lying back on my bed. She gave me a short smile when I entered. I handed her my iPad, then started to slowly take off my work clothes. Everything felt off. Like a song where the beat’s just a bit too slow.

When I was down to my undershirt and boxers, I sat down on the side of the bed. Slowly, I traced my sister’s arm. Her eyes drifted toward mine.

“Where are you at?” I asked.

“They just got to the hotel,” she said. I’d chosen one where two siblings go on a summer vacation and end up having to share a room. Standard stuff. But it was well written, and it had the scenes I was looking for.

“Take your time,” I said, and started to smooth Jennifer’s hair. She kept scrolling as I looked over her shoulder. When she got to the part where the siblings got naked, I took off the rest of my clothes. Jennifer followed suit.

God, her body really was incredible. It wasn’t just that she was twenty-two years old, although that certainly helped. She was so well-formed. Every curve looked like it had been sculpted. Her broad chest and tiny butt. Full breasts, even lying back, and feminine hips. Despite everything that day, I saw my sister naked and got hard as a rock.

Jennifer noticed my erection. For the first time since I got home, she genuinely grinned at me. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. It felt so natural in the moment. My sister went back to reading.

The story siblings were now trying to sleep, tossing and turning. The brother started stroking himself off, so I began to do the same. A slow tease. Jennifer looked down at me, then back at the screen, her eyes flitting back and forth like a cat watching a ping-pong match.

Jennifer reached down with her free hand and explored at her folds. She was a bit ahead of the sister in the story, but I wasn’t about to argue. Instead, I watched, entranced, as my beautiful sibling began to get herself off.

I knew what came next. I pushed Jennifer’s hand away and put my own digits on her pussy. She reached for my cock, but I stopped her.

“Read the story,” I said. Jennifer groaned. “What’s happening?” I asked.

“He’s playing with his sister’s snatch,” Jennifer said.