UNTAMED DESIRES

Aunt Kathy's house is so quiet today.Everyone has gone out for the day, aunt Kathy went to the mall and Michael went out with friends, leaving me all alone in the house. I take a little stroll around, touching things and peeping into rooms to learn the house better.My home is simple and small but this house is gigantic with marble flooring and glamorous designs, I walk down the long hallway and stop in front of a door that has M written on it.This must be my cousin's room. Since my arrival, he hasn't paid any attention to me and it makes me worried that he might not like me, I open the door slightly and peep in curiously, I wonder what Michael's room is like.It's been ten years since I last visit my aunt's family but I know he's twenty years old and he's in college, making him only two years older than me. I can't help but wonder what he thinks of me, whenever he looks at me, he has this weird look in his eyes that makes my body tingle strangely.I walk further into the room witho

I am touching myself again.Since the day Michael caught me in his room, my body has lost control. A hot strange feeling dominates my belly everytime I see my cousin around the house.And as if he knows, Michael would smirk at me and pass by wordlessly. I need to know more, what is that feeling in my body everytime I remember those pictures of Michael in the magazine?I slide one finger into my wet heat and pull it out to rub in circle, one of the online magazines I looked at says to do it like this. I shudder from the intense feeling and more of that wetness slides out from me.Before now I was on call with my classmates Hannah, she knows so much about sex and she said to me, “Babe! You're ovulating, oh my gosh”, I bite down on my lip to keep my moans quiet.“Fuck your fingers Kaylee, it feels good” she had advices and gave me the link to the magazine. Fingering myself, I whimper quietly, it feels good but not good enough.I touch myself some more till I get tired of it and curiosity

Michael's POVRosella's body has been on my mind since the day she stepped foot into our home.Everything about her is like a fucking magnet and I can't help but get attracted to her in every way.Empty bottles of lubes, packet of condoms and boxes of tissues are stacked up in my bedroom because of her. I can't believe she's not mine. I have my head pressed against the bathroom wall and warm water cascades down my muscular back, muffling the dirty words I keep saying about her.Fuck…if anyone hears how deranged I am, they will go into a comma.“I love your wet fucking pussy, oh lord, your body so soft and tender” I moan under the waters.Remembering the one time I walked in on she and dad fucking a few weeks ago, the way her pussy looked so plump, taking cock like a pro.“Your moans are driving me banana, the pure desire to drill you hard and fast as you moan, ohhhhhhhh”I remember the way she sounded, her heavenly moan, pure filth, like a fucking porn star.I squeeze my cock harder

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the master bedroom, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. Roselle stirred first, her body still humming from the night's frenzy. Michael's arm draped possessively over her waist, his breath steady against her neck. She smiled to herself, remembering how he'd taken her hard, urgent, claiming her as his own while his father was miles away in Chicago.She shifted, pressing back against him, and felt his cock twitch to life against her ass. No words needed; their bodies spoke the language of desire. Roselle reached behind, guiding his hardening length between her thighs. He groaned awake, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked."Morning already?" Michael murmured, his voice thick with sleep and lust. He thrust forward, the tip of his cock nudging her slick folds. She'd been wet since waking, her pussy aching for more."Feels like we never stopped," she whispered, arching to let him slide in.

The summer sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the suburban neighborhood as Michael loaded the last of his boxes into the trunk of his beat-up sedan. College loomed just a few hours away, a new chapter that both excited and terrified him. But before he could drive off into that uncertain future, there was one final piece of unfinished business, Rosella. His stepmom. The woman who had turned his world upside down with her sultry whispers and insatiable hunger.His dad had returned from Chicago weeks ago, resuming his routine of early mornings at the office and late nights with business calls. The house had settled into a fragile normalcy, but beneath the surface, the affair between Michael and Rosella burned hotter than ever. Stolen moments in the laundry room, quick fucks in the garage while his dad mowed the lawn, they couldn't get enough of each other. Rosella's full breasts, her tight pussy that gripped him like a vice, the way she moaned his name when she came...