LOGINI 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 once more drives my feet till I am standing in front of Michael's door. “Michael…” I call his name breathlessly and open the door, I know he would have answers to my question. I feel too hot to wait for a response as I walk into the room, my cousin is lying on the bed with his legs cross. “Come join me” he pats the empty space on his bed and I climb in slowly, as the bed dips with my weight, the air in the room thickens with something I can't put a name on but can feel heavily in my body…. “Michael what does sex feel like?“ I ask him, “Oh you mean fucking?“ He says and the use of the vulgar words makes me blush deeply and press my thighs together. “Don't say bad words” I whisper shyly, “It's okay, it's just me and you kitty” he whispers back and the words make me moan softly. “Kitty?“ I ask and he nods. “Yes, you're my pretty little kitty, innocent and hot” Michael replies, “you think I'm hot?“ I ask the question, feeling more and more fired with his words. “Of course, The hottest girl in the world” my cousin says. Encouraged, I can't resist touching myself through my shorts, “Sex is amazing, you know? When people fuck it's like going on another level…” Michael says filter and with every word he says, my breathing gets heavier with my touch. I hope he doesn't know…the room in dimly lit enough to hide me…right? “Having a cock in your pussy would feel so good” he says, his voice sounds deep and charming that as he speaks that I feel I throb again…down there…my pussy. 'M-my pussy?“ I repeat the dirty word and push my finger in through the side of my shorts, “yes, your pretty little pussy, I know what you're doing” Michael smirks at me and I gasp. “Hmmm” I moan loudly and he leans closer into me, “Does it feel good?“ He ask, his minty breath fanning my face and adding heat to my body. “Yes” I sigh and push my finger deeper, “Want to feel even better?“ He asks and I whine, “But we're not supposed to…we're cousins” I say and he sits up between my legs with a gentle look on his face. “It's just us kitty, I can teach you how to do it best” my cousin says and licks his lips, the small action spurs me on and my legs fall open for him to have me. “Good kitty” he whispers and my hips jerks up with the words, my shorts are soaked through with my wetness. Michael presses a single finger against my clothed pussy and I gasp, “Michael…” I whimper. “Wow, would you look at that” he says and he traces that one finger up and down my pussy, applying little pressure the more he does it, “No one has touched you here before right?“ He asks and presses his finger harder and I moan. “No” I say, “I'll be the first” Michael says and I nod quickly, pleased to let him know that he's the first. “Yes” I manage to whimper and he pulls off my shorts, leaving me naked from my waist down. He teases his fingers over my wet opening again, and I slap my mouth to keep myself quiet. His touch without the barrier of my pants feels a hundred times better than my own touch. “You can scream as loud as you want baby” Michael encourages and pushes his fingers deeper, “Oh” I whimpers as he moves the fingers with expertise that makes my breasts feel heavier. As he continues moving the finger in and out, my stomach feels tight and my legs begins to shakes, “Michael…something feels…” I gasp and hold his arm to dial down the intensity of his fingers, “what do you feel?“ He asks me, “say it…” he says and increase the speed of his fingers. “My pussy feels….ughh…your fingers…f-fucking me” I stutter the dirty words as the feeling inside my stomach intensifies, “good girl…cum for me” he says and I throw my head back, feeling a strange hot feeling wash over my entire body. “Oh god” I cry out as my muscles spam, I feel better than I've ever felt in my entire life and my cousin is the one responsible for this feeling. As I catch my breathe, Michael sucks his fingers into his mouth and leans into me, “taste yourself kitty” he says and pushes his tongue into my mouth. “It's so…sweet” I say breathlessly, is that what I taste like?. I don't have time to think about it before he kisses me with his tongue in my mouth, making out with me sloppily to feed me my own juice. “Kaylee, do you want to feel more?“ He asks and I nod, I need to know more… I need my cousin to be the one to make me feel more…Harris was now behind her, his hands fondling her breasts the way they deserved while his erect length teased her butt. Arching her back, she leaned on his chest, eyes drooping, biting gently on her lower lip to suppress lewd sounds from escaping. He pinched her nipples hard, making her cry out softly from the discomfort, but she didn't try to extricate her engorged nipples from his hold. Her swollen nips craved his magic touch; denying them pleasure was a sin in itself. Harris planted a kiss on her right shoulder, even licked her nape while his thumbs kneaded her voracious nipples. Ah, how she wanted to melt into him!He soon let go of her boobs and walked to stand in front of her. "Do you really want me to fuck you?" He asked, arms folded."Yes, please," she responded, her tone thick with need.He cocked a brow, "Why?" His question left her stumped. Why? Was there a need to ask?"Dad...""You know my son married you, to make you his exclusive and official cum dumpster, right?""Y
“Ahh!” she shrieked, the plastic bottle of orange juice tumbling out of her fingers. “Oh, um, s-sorry," he quickly stooped to put his own drink on the coffee table and then straightened his upper body before clumsily attempting to tie the sash but it came loose twice, revealing his glory before his daughter-in-law. “Dad…are you trying to seduce me?” she couldn’t help but ask, her tone laced with incredulity. Hearing that, the flustered look on his face vanished, getting replaced by a mischievous one. He left the sash untied and even shrugged off the bathrobe. “So what if I am, Amy? Don’t you like what you see?” he asked her with an impish grin as he closed in on her, letting her see his monster up close. It was truly…magnificent. It left her husband’s cock in the dust by many miles. "You..." She was at a loss for words. She really wanted to tear her gaze off his manhood, reminding herself that staring at his nakedness was morally wrong. And yet, her body was quite honest; even he
This is wrong, yet she couldn’t resist. And she didn’t want to nor dare to say no.A simple visit to Harris, her widowed father-in-law’s home, had led to something she’d never dreamed of. Harris had been away from the country for a few months, and now that he’d returned, he’d informed her husband, Sebastian, who was currently on a business trip, that he’d like to taste Amelia’s cooking.When her husband told her about his father’s request, Amelia, of course, didn’t refuse; after all, she considered it an honour to satisfy her father-in-law’s palate with her skills. After making his favourite food, she packed everything into a box and drove to her father-in-law’s home in the evening.And she had watched him eat and praise her as the best chef in the universe, making her blush. She had also noticed that Harris no longer looked corpulent with a beer belly. Instead, he now looked fit, muscly and quite a feast for sore eyes.His semi-formal clothes were doing their best to accentuate his
The distorted voice on the phone crackled like static from the storm outside: "Don't trust Damon. He's the one who pushed her." Then the line went dead, leaving me clutching the receiver, naked and trembling in the bedroom doorway. Damon still gripped my arm, his fingers bruising from where he'd just made me come against my will or had it been? Shame burned hot in my chest, mixing with the slick between my thighs. The sirens wailed closer, red and blue lights flashing through the blinds like accusatory eyes.Damon's face twisted surprise, then rage. "Who was that?" he snarled, yanking me fully into the room and slamming the door shut. The lock clicked, but it felt futile; the police were coming, and whatever web of lies this family had spun was unraveling fast."Let go!" I wrenched free, backing toward the bed, my heart pounding. The sheet lay crumpled on the floor, leaving me exposed under his predatory gaze. He advanced, coat shedding snow like a shedding skin, revealing a build si
The police knock rattled the door like thunder, jolting me from the haze of our tangled limbs on the bed. My body still throbbed from Alex's thrusts, slick and spent between my thighs, but now fear clawed up my spine. The TV blared the news anchor's voice: "...woman identified as Laura Harlan, 32, presumed dead after jumping into the icy river, authorities are investigating..."Alex stared at the screen, face ashen, his cock still half-hard against my leg from our recent frenzy. "This can't be real," he whispered, voice cracking. The knock came again…bam, bam, bam…demanding, official."Police! Open the door! We know you're in there, Harlan!"I clutched the sheet tighter, heart slamming. "What the hell is going on? Did she really...?"He scrambled up, yanking on his pants. "I don't know. Stay here don't say anything until I figure this out."Like that was happening. I wrapped the sheet around me and followed him to the living room, the floor cold under my feet. The wreath lay crooked f
The text burned into my retinas like a brand: Hope you're enjoying my husband. Merry Christmas. - LauraMy hand shook as I stared at the screen, the phone's glow casting harsh shadows in the dim bedroom. Alex's weight shifted beside me on the bed, his skin still slick against mine from our frantic coupling moments ago. The afterglow shattered like fragile glass, replaced by a cold dread twisting in my gut. Husband? The word echoed, mocking the moans I'd just let slip from my lips.Another knock thundered from the front door more insistent, like fists demanding entry. My heart lurched, pounding harder than it had when Alex was thrusting into me."What the fuck is this?" I hissed, shoving the phone at him. His eyes widened as he read it, color draining from his face."Shit..it's not…" He scrambled off the bed, grabbing his pants from the floor but before he could finish, the knocking turned to pounding, accompanied by a muffled shout: "Open up! I know you're in there!"Alex froze, halfw







