LOGINSince her arrival in my family home, I have kept my eyes on Kaylee. Ten years have really done a good work on her, she looks all grown up and sexy but acts like she is the most clueless person ever.
It's crazy how she wakes up in the morning and comes down to the kitchen in her slutty pajamas and her adorable face. It's even crazier when it comes to my realization just how innocent my smoking hot cousin is. I am enjoying this situation of catching her sneaking into my room, and she blushing tomato red just from reading the erotic magazine I had placed right there knowing she would snoop around. She has always had a curious personality, a trait that runs in the family, a trait I want to explore. As the thought flashes through my mind, I lick my lips at the idea. The dirty idea of tainting my innocence family member. I bet she has never taken cock before and the thought of being the first person to fuck her virgin pussy makes my cock twitch inside my pants. Damn, if I don't have her before she leaves, I might lose my mind. But then again, I need to test out my theory subtly. I enter the room and place my bag on the floor, she looks hot standing there in that annoyingly sexy light blue pajamas and no bra. Fuck, her nipples are hard and peaking through, just begging for me to suck on them. Her shorts are so high up that if she bent over just a little, I would see her ass with no problem and I bet she is not wearing anything else under. Calm down, I scold myself mentally. I don't want to startle my pretty little prey, I need her to give in to me willingly, I know what to do with that body unlike her step father, I saw the way his eyes kept raking over her ripe body the day they dropped her here. The poor man looks like he has been denied of heaven a million times, too bad for him, what he can't take- I am more than willing to take for him. My dark and dirty thought makes me chuckle lightly and Kaylee looks at me in confusion, “it's not you, cousin” I say. “Go on read it to me” I gently urge her and take a seat in my gamer's chair with my legs spread, my cock is already filling up and ready to fuck her hole but I know I need to play a bit more with her, I need to see how far I can make her go before she gives in. “Are you shy cousin?“ I ask and she shakes her head no, her pretty red curls flying around with the movement, “um….“ She mutters and flips to the next page, I smirk at her, knowing that the image waiting for her is a full frontal nude of myself. In that image, I held my cock in my hand to emphasize the swell of the head, and the bead of precum at my tip. Kaylee looks like she would explode with how the red of her face deepens. “What's wrong cousin I ask teasingly and she shakes her head again, flipping the page back to the previous page and clearing her throat. “What page are you on? Is that the magazine with me in it?“ I ask her, feigning cluelessness while she looks like she wishes the floor would open and swallow her up. “You…yes, you uh…model?“ She asks and I can't help the smile that spread on my face from her question. “Yes, started a while back, it's been fun” I respond as I watch her closely. Her body language screams her want for freedom and exploration, I know she's dying to know more and to see more. “You won't read for us?“ I ask her and she takes a sit in my bed. She looks like she belongs just there, like she should be without clothes and positioned under my body, skin against skin. “Use me,’ I begged” she starts and I lean back in my seat, “go on” I say softly, my cock growing stiffer in my pants. Fuck. “He didn’t hesitate…h-he shoved that fat cock” Kaylee reads, I pay attention to her body instead of her words. Her thighs are now pressed together and she lifts her free hand to fan her face, “fat c-cock into my sopping cunt with one brutal thrust” her voice grows smaller as she reads, “hmmm” I moan out loud and her head snaps up. “Go on, keep reading” I say, moving in my seat to get a more comfortable position for my boner. Hearing her say those dirty words with her innocent look is making me feel things I didn't know were possible. I never knew I had such a strong corruption kink in me. She opens her mouth to read again when we hear my mom's voice calling from outside the door. “Kaylee? Michael? I'm home” mom calls and Kaylee shoots the her feet, throwing the magazine on the bed like it burned her. “Er, I need to go meet aunt Kathy” she says, her eyes on the floor as she zooms out of my room. As she rushes out my eyes zeros in on her ass. My sweet virginal cousin is so turned on that her shorts are soaked through, I hum to myself and position myself better to take out my cock. I take the hard shaft in one hand and use the other hand to take out my half empty bottle of lube, I uncap it and drizzle some directly on my cock to mimic how wet she is. I close my fist around my dick and slowly pump it up and down like I wish to fuck my cousin…I know that I have planted a seed for her I will sit back and watch it grow..I woke up alone in their bed, sheets tangled and still damp in places. My whole body ached in the best way. Between my legs I was swollen and sore and already throbbing again, a deep pulse that made me press my thighs together just to feel it.His come had dried sticky on my skin. I could still smell him on me.The shower was running hot when I stepped under it. Steam filled the bathroom. I braced one hand on the tiled wall and let the water beat down my back, eyes closed, trying to ignore how empty I felt. My free hand drifted between my legs almost without thinking. I was still so sensitive. One light brush over my clit made my knees weaken.The bathroom door opened.I turned.Marcus stood there in nothing but a dark towel around his hips. His hair was messy from sleep. His eyes dragged slowly down my wet body; tits, stomach, the place between my thighs I hadn’t managed to fully clean yet. He
He carried me into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind us.The bed was still neatly made. Their bed. Mum’s perfume still lingered on the pillows, and for a second I noticed how wrong it felt to be standing there.He didn't seem to care.He dropped me onto the mattress hard enough that I bounced, then yanked me to the edge by my ankles so my ass hung off the side.His cock was still shiny with me, standing thick and angry against his stomach.“Open your legs,” he said.I did. Wide. He stared down at my cunt like it belonged to him now.Then he dropped to his knees between my thighs.The first long, slow lick made my whole body jolt. His tongue was flat and hot, dragging from my soaked entrance all the way up to my clit, then circling it with filthy precision. He did it again. And again. Then he sealed his mouth over me and sucked.“Ah… fuck…"Short. Broken. I couldn’t get anything longer out.He pushed two thick fingers inside me while he ate, curling them hard against that spo
My heart slammed so hard I thought it would crack a rib.Marcus yanked his sweatpants up in one rough motion, cock still rock-hard and glistening with me. I shoved the shirt closed and hopped off the island so fast my bare feet slapped the tiles.He spun toward the sink, turning the water on full blast like he was washing a mug. I grabbed the nearest dish towel and started wiping imaginary crumbs off the counter, pulse roaring in my ears.Mum’s footsteps came closer."Passports are on the hall table."Marcus called out, voice impressively steady. “I saw it when I came down.”She appeared in the doorway, suitcase still in hand, hair a little messy from the rush. “God, I’m an idiot. Nearly got to the motorway.”Her eyes flicked between us. “You two okay? You look flushed.”I forced a laugh that sounded almost normal. “Just the coffee. The machine's running hot today.”Marcus kept his back to her a second longer, then turned with a half-smile, one hand casually resting on the counter to h
Mum left for the airport at six this morning. Three weeks in Spain with her sister.The house felt bigger the second the front door clicked shut.I was still in bed when I heard him moving around downstairs.Marcus, Mum’s new husband. Six months married, and I still hadn’t gotten used to the way his voice dropped when he said my name, or the way his eyes lingered half a second too long when I walked past in a towel.I told myself I was only going downstairs to make coffee. Somehow, I ended up pulling one of his old grey shirts from the laundry basket. It was soft from being washed a hundred times, and it still smelled a little like him.The shirt hung almost to my thighs. I slipped it on, went barefoot, and quietly made my way down the stairs.I was halfway into the kitchen when I noticed the faint line of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts.My eyes stayed there a second too long.I cleared my throat.He looked up.His eyes dropped, slowly, from my face to the open
AndreaThe dress he chose for me was black and short, the kind that clung to every curve and ended high on my thighs. He zipped it up himself in front of the mirror, standing behind me with his hands resting on my hips while he studied our reflection.“You’re going to walk in on my arm,” he said. “You’re going to stay close. And when men look at you and they will, you’re going to remember who you belong to.”I met his eyes in the glass. “And if I don’t want to go?”“You still go.” His mouth brushed the side of my neck where the older marks had started to fade. “But I think you do want to. You’ve been restless all day. You keep looking at me like you’re waiting for the next time I put my hands on you.”I didn’t answer because he wasn’t entirely wrong. The need that had started after the night he edged me hadn’t gone away. It sat low in my stomach, constant and hungry, and every time he touched me it only got worse.The club was underground, the entrance unmarked except for two men in b
AndreaI waited until the apartment went quiet and the city outside the glass had thinned into the deep hours of the night. Dante had left the bedroom after telling me to sleep, and for a long time I lay still listening to the soft sounds of him moving around the penthouse. When everything finally settled I slipped out of bed barefoot, heart hammering so hard I was sure it would give me away. The dress from dinner was still on the floor. I pulled it on without underwear and padded toward the main door, testing every handle I passed even though I already knew most of them would be locked.The elevator needed a code. I had watched him enter it once from a distance and thought I remembered the pattern, but my fingers shook so badly the first two tries failed. On the third the panel flashed red and a soft alarm chirped somewhere in the walls. Panic flooded me. I spun and ran for the service stairs instead, shoving the heavy door open with both hands and taking the steps two at a time in t
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
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
“Ah…”So this is what it feels like? The sex my classmates won't stop talking about, I prop up my phone and spread my legs to do it better and a soft moan escapes from my lips.I have never done it before but I keep hearing my classmates say it feels good and it really does. My own soft sounds fil
I keep my eyes closed and let my cousin kiss me again. The sweet taste of my wet labia is just an aftertaste now, but the kiss makes me even wetter.Michael pulls away and unbuttons my pajama top, button by button, until my heavy breasts are fully exposed."It's even better naked... Cousin, I can't







