All Chapters of NAKED INK: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I shrugged. Someone had to be the keeper of propriety here. My little sister's enthusiasm was fun, yes, but she was going to get us all in trouble."Look what we're doing," I said, "We shouldn't be doing it, right?”"Why not?" Lilly asked that question again. Like it was the height of philosophical dialectic."We're. I mean it's. Fuck." Language was leaving me so fast, I could only grasp at the words as they raced past me. It left me with a frantic, meaningless ramble."It feels good," Lilly said, "And it's fun. So, I don't see a problem. I mean, you're not stopping, right?"I had to concede all of that."And if it's OK to do then it must be OK to talk about, too," Lilly said, "Right?"I struggled to refute her logic, even though it didn't actually make any sense."I've been learning a lot about my chakras," Lilly said, "They're these elements of energy inside of us that we can harness in order to be more whole, happier beings. When we inhibit the flow of that energy, that's where ang

"Is this some game you guys play?" Nita asked."Yeah, ha ha, a game," I said. I took Nita's arm and started to steer her away. "Come on, I want to show you this cool thing I've got up in my bedroom.""Yes, Richard's bedroom is a great idea," Lilly said. "OW!"I looked over in surprise and saw that Zara had pinched our little sister's arm, hard. I can't say I blamed her."What was that for?" Lilly asked, rubbing her arm."Never mind," Zara said. She turned and smiled at Nita. "Little sisters, right? So annoying.""I have two older brothers," Nita said with a shrug, "They're weird, but mostly harmless.""Are they both skiing with your parents?" I asked, desperate to change the subject. You know it was a bad sign if I was willing to bring that up again. It truly felt like the safer of the two conversations. "Daniel is," Nita said, "But Tom's over at his fiancee's house for the holiday.”Oh cool," I said. Most. Awkward. Small talk. Ever."So, what's this thing you want to do, Lilly?" Nita

"It's Nita," she said, sullenly. "She wants to come over and talk."The Friday after Thanksgiving is usually an off day, but Dad and Bianca were both able to get extra pay by going into the office. Mom decided to brave the crowds at the mall to see if she could take advantage of the sales. That left myself, Zara, and Lilly alone in the house, once again. At least that meant Nita couldn't get us into too much trouble. Or maybe I was delusional again.I tried to think about what I would do in her situation. Freak out? For sure. Call the cops? Jeez, I hoped not. I assumed that Nita would want to back away quietly. So why was she coming back to the house? I could only think of two possibilities. She was going to scream bloody murder at us for dragging her into it. Or she was going to threaten to tell someone's parents, police, local press and blackmail us. Both possibilities felt equally possible and completely disastrous. "Maybe it'll be OK," Zara said, the two of us sitting nervously o

But there was a further finality to everything. Nita, our newest and most surprising co-conspirator, was already gone. Our own break was almost over. And while I was convinced that Zara, Nita and I would continue on, I knew that things were going to change. So, I went into Sunday pretty confident that any sibling sexy-time was going to be on pause for a while.Repeat it with me now: I was wrong.Sunday morning, I should have seen the signs. First thing, before the rest of the family woke up, Lilly caught me making breakfast. She touched my chest, then let her hand slink down lower. Her fingers dandled near my groin. Despite everything we'd already done, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Yes, in the heat of everything on Friday, my little step sister had stroked me off. But in the cold morning light, right in the middle of the kitchen, it still felt weird. And dangerous. "We need to do stuff again," she said, grinning at me broadly, "Soon."I knew better than to argue it with her at thi

***How it Began****Steve roughly grabbed the back of my head, holding my face tight against his groin. As he slid further into my throat, causing me to gag some. My tongue rapidly caressing the underside of his rigid cock. "Oh, fuck. I'm going to cum," he moaned.His verbal cue was hardly necessary because I could feel his pulsing shaft with my tongue as he unloaded his overfilled balls. His warm, salty fluid filled the back of my throat, with just a few drops spilling down from the corners of my mouth. I held his cock as deep in my throat as I could take it without gagging. Gently sucking the head and teasing the underside with my tongue. Trying to swallow his seed quickly, as both an act of self-preservation and to give him some final stimulation as his orgasm induced trembling waned.Steve slid his now deflating erection from my mouth, and I sat back on my heels. Kneeling at his feet in an act of submission to him. Allowing him some room to get up from his office couch. As he pull