All Chapters of NAKED INK: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I pressed down as hard as I could. Zara made this strange, high pitched, strained noise. Then punctuated it with a gasp. The effort put me over the top as well. Both of us came hard, wrapped around each other. When it was over, Zara cackled and gave me a peck on the lips. I was so enraptured by my orgasm, by my step sister's, I didn't even startle."Yup, better with just underwear," Zara said. She pushed me off of her and I saw I'd left a pretty large wet spot on her panties. She had a few streaks down her legs, as well. The liquid was white, so I knew it wasn't only my sister's lubrication. "No further, though," Zara said, "It would be way too dangerous."I nodded my agreement. Both of us drifted off for a nap.*Despite everything going on with the family finances, there was one area that my parents swore we could not skimp on: my baby sister Lilly’s eighteenth birthday party.We invited everyone we could think of to the house family, friends, neighbors whoever wanted to come plus q

My step sister squeezed me tight, then shifted so our faces were nearly touching. Zara moved in to kiss me. Not a kiss on the cheek like her best friend had given me, nor a little peck on the lips like Zara, herself, had once done. My older step sister had shifted straight into make out mode.I did my best to slip from her grip before Zara could complete the kiss. She was surprisingly strong, but I managed to escape. She grabbed me again, though, and held me centered. She leaned in again, this time pressing her lips to my ear. "I want you to make love to me," Zara said. Her tongue tickling on my sensitive flesh."What?! Zara, no," I said.Again, I pushed her off me. Did I want to have sex with my step sister? My conscious mind, my rational aspect, had already decided no. That what we were doing might be dangerous but full-on incest was straight up wrong and so wouldn't happen. But in my heart and other places further south, I had to confess that the answer was yes. Yes.In the moment,

Things slowly settled back into normal. Well, almost normal, in any case.We spent the day cleaning the house it was quite an undertaking after the evening before. Zara was clearly not the only person to have gotten a little out of hand.As I was wiping down the dining room table, and my step sisters all working on the living room, my mom pulled at my elbow. She motioned for me to join her in the kitchen. She looked very serious, her mouth turned down like it was meant to make that shape."I saw what happened with you and your sister last night," Mom said.Oh no."Mom, I can...""I just want you to know," Mom continued, breaking through me like a battering ram. "I'm really proud of you.""Wait, what?""Zara was way too drunk last night. You saw what was happening and stepped in. Took care of her.""Oh, yes," I said, "Yes, I did.""You're a good brother," Mom said, "I know this has been hard on you. It's been rough on all of us. But throughout it all, I think you've managed to do the b

"Hey, come here."My sister, Zara, and I were lying on the floor of her bedroom. Zara had a pillow under her, slightly folded so it was pressing at her crotch. I was on the bare ground, grinding my groin into the hardwood floor like doing a cobra pose in yoga. My body trembled with effort. Both of us must have looked so silly, our faces red with effort. Eyes glazed over and oddly empty.Our youngest sister, Lilly, stood at the opening of Zara's room, staring at us with a mix of shock and curiosity. Our eighteen-year-old sister was thin, with brown hair hanging down to her waist. She was wearing her standard outfit of a tank top and yoga pants. Her arms crossed under her barely-there breasts."Come here," Zara said to our sister. "Try this. It feels really good."My older step sister and I had spent our entire summer doing this. We called it pressing. Zara blonde and buxom, two years my elder had started it. But I was a no less willing participant. We would hang out in the house like n

I assumed, stupidly, that that would be the end of things. I don't know why I thought the three of us would do it that one time and Lilly would be done with it. I don't know how I could have so easily mistaken an entrance for an exit. Still, you can see there's a certain logic to my thinking. After all, if you were asked to list the most likely occurrences in my life, regular masturbation sessions with two of my step sisters would have been pretty low, right? Probably buried somewhere between 'get my own unicorn' and 'find a million bucks abandoned on the sidewalk.' And yet, that's exactly what happened, with the kind of casual inevitability that usually accompanies events like 'tuna sandwich for lunch.'That very evening there was a knock on my bedroom door. I was lying in bed, watching something dumb on my phone, and starting to get good and sleepy. So, I was surprised by the sound, to say the least. I was wearing a pair of pajama pants and nothing else, so I pulled on a t-shirt be