로그인"TK...that's...that would be wonderful. I mean...I wasn't even sure if you would listen to me, much less spend time with me. I'll take what I can get, and if you have anything you need to say to me, no matter how awful you think it is, I want you to say it."
Without thinking, I reached out and took her smaller hand in mine. It was sweaty and trembled a little, but she squeezed it and didn't let go.
I felt my resolve falter as I again thought about the way that hand had felt on m
"Jesus fucking Christ, TK. I...oh fuck, please don't stop. Please. Please, ...you've already got me close. You're my only...oh fuck."I suppose that I shouldn't be surprised that Mary would like anal play. I licked around her puckered bud, slowly applying more force. She cried out and moaned as my finger, thumb, and tongue overwhelmed her. It was a little like torture in a way. She really wanted my cock but loved this. I applied more force with my tongue until at last, I slipped it inside her."Fuck, I'm coming, baby..."Mary screamed. We were lucky we lived in a somewhat isolated spot because the neighbors would have heard that. She led her head drop to the mattress as I stopped my attentions. She was already panting."TK...that was amazing...oh, fuck!"I gave her no rest. My cock ached, and I wanted, no needed to make her mine. She had to be reminded who she belonged to. I was still angry, still hurt. That would take time to fade, but un
"TK...that's...that would be wonderful. I mean...I wasn't even sure if you would listen to me, much less spend time with me. I'll take what I can get, and if you have anything you need to say to me, no matter how awful you think it is, I want you to say it."Without thinking, I reached out and took her smaller hand in mine. It was sweaty and trembled a little, but she squeezed it and didn't let go.I felt my resolve falter as I again thought about the way that hand had felt on my cheek, my cock, and even my throat. My sincere and continuing desire for my sister was proving inconvenient for my stoic exterior.I might have denied it, but I knew how this night would end. Or at least I thought I did.* * *When we arrived home, Mom wasn't home yet. I hadn't expected her to be. I texted her that I had picked up Mary and that we had both arrived safely, knowing that she would worry if I didn't. I carried Mary's bag in the house, which made her eyebrows r
Her hair was very short (which looked great on her) and she'd put on a little weight (which did things to me that I did not want to admit), but there was no way I could miss the way she held herself. Or her smile as she waved me over to her. I pulled up and hopped out of the car, eager to get her bags loaded before the ever-present airport cops started to yell at me. She surprised me, though, by hugging me first. For a moment, I lost all control of myself and stood there stunned. Then she let me go and smiled up at me. I remembered how to move and threw her bags in the trunk while she got in out of the cold. Soon we were pulling away, into the night and the nebulous conversation on the way home.For about a minute we were silent. I wasn't trying to be mean or cold to Mary. Despite my mental preparations for this moment, I had no idea what to say. My mind was blank, and my emotions were too confused to understand. I was pretty much lost. I was glad she spoke up because I could
Chelsea, being the good sister that she was, eventually must have spoken to Mom, who was of course newly attentive to her children. Then, she, in turn, got her bright idea to force us to talk to each other.And that's how the end of my story begins.I didn't want to do it, but Mom made me. God that makes me seem so immature, but it was true."I don't know why you're being so difficult about this. You know that I really can't make it, or I'd love to pick up your sister."Unlike many prior nights, this was true. Mom had an out-of-town meeting with a client that she could be fired for missing and wouldn't return until a day after Mary arrived. I could tell she felt guilty about it. It had only been about four months, but Mom had made a lot of lifestyle changes. Gone was the late-night partier who didn't have time for her children
The next few weeks were like that, in fact. If I had to describe it in a word, it was gray. There was nothing, no distraction, no conversation with friends or Chelsea that brought any relief. I considered things that I never had even thought about before. I should be grateful, I suppose, for all the busywork that I had before my own first semester of college starting. If not for that, I would probably have just sat at home and slept.The first days of college forced me to focus a bit. Some of the classes that I had signed up for were interesting, and one was far more difficult than I had anticipated. I later learned that it was a "weed out" course for the Comp Sci program, designed to scare incoming students into taking the whole thing seriously and prepare them for more disciplined thinking. I barely managed it, to be honest.I did my work at the college's extensive library to avoid having to go home. I ate and spent downtime in the student center or outside if it was nice. I didn't
It was about a week later that my life kind of fell apart. Mary's internship had wrapped up. I hadn't seen much of her because she'd been busy preparing for the next year of school. I was doing the same thing, although college wouldn't start for me for another two weeks. She was distant, though, and hadn't been around in the evenings as much. She'd been hanging out with old friends, so I wasn't worried. I should have been.I got home that evening late. I'd taken Chelsea back-to-school shopping and then gone and bought my books and dropped off a check for tuition. I was looking forward to spending the next two nights at home with Mary before she left. I didn't even get one.As I pulled in to the driveway, I could see that Mary was just wrapping up loading the car. When I got out, she ignored me and went back inside, grabbed a backpack and then came out, tossing it in the back seat and then closing the door. She leaned back against it, looked at me, and sighed. I knew something was wron
She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and slowly started to move her hand up and down my dick. I groaned in delight."We can't tell anyone about this, Tom," she blurted out as her smooth rhythm started to steadily quicken."Of course - it's our secret. Oh shit, that feels so good Becky. You're re
"Don't worry; it's really flattering that I had that effect on you! I know I must seem like an old lady to you but I'd like to be your friend, Spencer.""Oh, no Emma. You're the most gorgeous woman ever!" he replied vehemently."Really? What about all the pretty young things at your school? Aren't
"Sit down, sit down," Nathan roared in an Oxbridge-coloured Middle-Eastern accent. "Welcome to Fleming, Kenneth. And hello to you, Karen, my little flower. How are you?"Karen grinned back at him which sent a twinge of unjustifiable envy through me. "I'm fine Nathan, thanks. I'll leave you to it, u
Her hair was thick, a rich dark chocolate brown that fell around her shoulders. Her skin was the same wonderful tone all over, white but with a deep tan that made him think of South American girls. The breasts were as perfect as had been hinted at, with big nipples, firm and rounded. Her ass was si







