Todos os capítulos de WICKED TEMPTATIONS (STEAMY COLLECTIONS): Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

The next day Marti had a doozy of a hangover. I suggested that we all go to the cabin for a few weeks. The parents agreed right away. Marti agreed after I promised her that I would do most of the cleaning while she lay in the sun and tried not to die. Marti and I left a few hours later. Our parents would come up to the cabin the following week.Marti and I would be alone at the cabin for a week. I would have to exercise a little self-restraint. Last night had been a fluke. I did not want to fuck my sister. I must have been a little drunker than I thought."Liar," I thought to my self. "You had one beer and a dozen ginger ales. You knew exactly what you were doing to her."I looked a Marti again. She was leaning against the door of the SUV still trying to sleep off her hangover.She had changed a lot in the seven years since I had last seen her. She hadn't changed her taste in clothing though. She still favored tee shirts and cutoffs. When she was eleven her breasts hadn't filled out a

Marti was positively cheerful when I finished wiping up the water. I tried to match her mood but my mind was in turmoil. I suspected that Marti had flashed me deliberately. Her attitude now was completely casual and sisterly. I decided that I was imagining things or maybe letting my cock do my thinking for me.At last supper was over. The hail had stopped but the rain and wind had not let up and the temperature was down to 60 degrees."I'll do the dishes," I said to Marti. "You go to bed and try to warm up.""OK, Max," Marti said. She got up from the table and took her dishes to the sink.I expected her to go to bed immediately but she took her time about it. There weren't enough dishes to justify a whole sink of water so I took all of the dishes out of the cupboard to wash them also. I could see Marti reflected in the window above the sink. She straighten out the knick- knacks on the mantelpiece, she folded my clothes and placed them in neat piles on my bed. I was astonished to see h

I suppose my interest in bra's began in my late teens, as I remember getting ready to go to bed and washing up. Mom just left the shower and I saw her white bra hanging out of the red wicker hamper and I picked it up. I don't know why her white silky and lacey bra turned me on but it did and that bra found its way into the back pocket of my jeans and the bulge covered by a flannel shirt ... When I thought of the times I saw a bit of moms boobs, well that only made romancing her bra a lot nicer. When I finished having my way with her bra it was balled up and stuffed as far back into my drawer as possible. Had I remembered mom distributes clean laundry on the Saturday of every week I would have stashed the bra in my closet.Two weeks later on a Saturday morning I was working on a five horse power go-kart engine when I hear, JERREEEEEE!. That was moms voice all right and I had a sneaking idea someone's ass was going to be mowed. I got to my bedroom and sitting on my bed was mom with her

Daisy also wore a pair of half-glasses that fed my erotic fantasies. When she wasn't looking through them they hung from a fancy glass beaded neck chain across her ample bosoms. She left them on the counter over by the computer. I just had to see if they were free of smudges or finger prints. How in hell's she going to see anything through these? I grabbed a clean hanky from my back pocket and I was looking through them to see if they were ready to be seen through. Yup I had the neck chain over the back of my neck too and Daisy walks in."Hi Jerry, are you having a hard time seeing up close are you?""Not at all, I saw them here and wondered if they were clean enough to see through, I mean 3's 5's S's and 8's can look the same at times."How do you know about that?" asked Daisy."My grandmother told me.""Jerry, these are like new, what did you clean them with?""Just a cotton hanky."So Dais, Can I take you to the Olive Garden?""Of course, lets get going, the two mechanics just left

When I woke the morning after my cousin Ray and I had fucked my mother (see A Private Party), the events were fresh in my mind. As were Ray's last words: 'Dave, trust me on this, despite what she said your mum will give us her body again with barely any hesitation. And I'll prove it to you later'. I still thought he was wrong, but I was more than happy to be proved wrong. Of course all this thinking about my mother and what we had done to her gave me an erection, I decided to save it rather than wank in the hope of using it properly later in the day."Morning Dave," My mother, Ruth, greeted me as I entered the kitchen a while later. "breakfast's almost ready."My semi-hard cock grew stiffer forming a bulge in my trousers as I looked at my mother standing at the kitchen work surface, she was dressed in a light flowery frock, but my memories were seeing past the dress to the body it covered. As I sort of stumbled to the kitchen table I remembered how my mother's fair skinned, blonde hai