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I raised my shoulders and got up on all fours again to brace myself against Paul's vigorous thrusts. My dangling tits bounced and swayed beneath me. I ached to have my nipples tugged and sucked.

  All at once the muscles of my anus clenched involuntarily around my son's cock. I knew I couldn't keep my impending orgasm at bay any longer. Each contraction sent an electric surge through my body that left my empty pussy tingling like crazy.

  I wasn't the only one who teetered on the brink of ecstasy.

  "Mom, I'm so close," Paul cried out. "I'm gonna come at any moment. I need to pull out before I shoot my load."

  The thought of him withdrawing before I reached my climax was enough to make me hysterical. "No!" I shrieked. "Stay right where you are, young man!"

  "But I'm gonna squirt inside your ass!"

  "Do it," I panted. "Let it happen."

  "Mom, I shouldn't come inside you. It's so wrong!"

  "No, it's not, Paul. Remember what I said before. We're just practicing."

  "Mom!"

  "Don't you dare pull out! You need to know what it feels like to come inside me so you'll know what anal sex with Jane will be like. You need to experience how wonderful it can be."

  If Paul had any further misgivings about what we were doing, he didn't have a chance to voice them. The snug, pulsing grip of my convulsing anus was too much for him to resist.

  His cock bucked hard, and a glorious flood of semen rushed into me. My body shuddered as my handsome young son poured spurt after glorious spurt into my rectum.

  His orgasm paved the way for mine. The floodgates opened and I convulsed in ecstasy. With a howling cry I surrendered myself to pure bliss. My pussy gushed its own sweet nectar down the insides of my thighs and all across my son's slapping balls.

  "Oh, Mom…" Paul collapsed atop me, every last bit of semen drained from him. He remained deep inside, still hard, and I felt the occasional twitch of his organ from the aftershocks of his orgasm. I wanted to keep my son inside me forever if I could.

  When I finally opened my eyes the first thing to greet me was Jane's flushed face. I could tell by her expression that her opinion on anal sex had been changed forever. All her misgivings had been swept away in light of my skillful instruction. Suddenly she was eager for her turn.

  Paul finally softened and reluctantly withdrew from my ravaged hole. I clenched my buttocks tight to keep his sloshing cum inside me for as long as possible. As much as I wanted to wallow in the afterglow of my climax, I knew I had to remain as matter-of-fact and motherly as possible.

  "Excellent job, Paul. You're a quick learner."

  He was still trying to catch his breath. "Thanks, Mom."

  There was no point putting on my panties. They were drenched through. I balled them in my fist and pulled my dress over my head. I smoothed the fabric into place and turned to Jane. "When my son gets hard again I want the two of you to practice what I've shown you."

  "Yes, Mrs. King."

  "Just remember what I said about lots of lubrication. If you heed my advice, that cute little butt of yours should be fine."

  "Oh, trust me, I won't ever forget."

  Paul was still sprawled across the bed. I leaned down to kiss his sweaty forehead. "Try not to stay up much longer, it's getting late."

  "Yes, Mom." He sat up on his elbows. "And thanks for showing me what to do. You really helped out a lot."

  I closed the door behind me and crossed the hall to my own room. I found it difficult to stay steady on my feet. My craving for cum had been satisfied, but I was still reeling with delight at the unexpected way my evening had ended.

  I did, however, experience a twinge of guilt at taking advantage of my son. Fortunately, the shame I felt only lasted for an instant.

  Was I really such a bad mother?

  Tonight I had given the kids an informative lesson on sex that they obviously needed. In the process I had helped them avoid any accidental pregnancies. For those reasons alone my actions were justified.

  I flopped onto my bed. My buttocks felt sticky and warm as the first trickle of Paul's cum leaked from me. One thing was for certain: my ass would be sore for the next few days. But the sweet memory of what I'd done with my precious boy would last me a lifetime.

  * * *

  STORY 6

  "Ryan, will you come in here? I need your help."

  I hauled myself off the couch and wandered into the kitchen. My older stepsister, Zoey, had been cooking all day, preparing the meal for our family Christmas party. The relatives were due to arrive at our house at any moment.

  "Ryan," she said, wiping her hands down the front of her apron. "I need to take a shower before everyone gets here. Do me a favor and set the table."

  "Sure, sis," No problem."

  She hurried down the hallway, undressing along the way. As she pulled her t-shirt over her head, I noticed her back was bare. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I didn't blame her. If I'd been doing the cooking, I'd have worn as little as possible too. The kitchen felt hotter than a sauna with the turkey cooking in the oven.

  I carried the plates and glasses to the dining room. Zoey had already put place cards on the table where she wanted everyone to sit. She'd taken a lot of time to plan the seating arrangements. There were a few in-laws who needed to be separated. The last thing Zoey wanted was a punch-up during the meal.

  It wasn't until I laid the last plate that I realized I couldn't find my name. That was odd. My sister must have been pre-occupied with the cooking and forgot about me. As I set the dishes for the kids' table, I discovered the truth: Zoey had put me with my 8-year-old cousins!

  "You gotta be kidding me," I muttered.

  I stormed to Zoey's bathroom and thumped on the door. The water wasn't running. She hadn't stepped into the shower yet.

  "Is something wrong, Ryan?" she asked.

  "Sis, what's the deal with the seating arrangements?"

  "What are you talking about?"

  "You put me at the kids' table!"

  She opened the door wearing nothing but a small blue towel. For a moment I forgot my anger. In her haste to cover herself, my stepsister's breasts were partly exposed. I caught a glimpse of her large, brown areolas as they peeked over the edge of the towel. She'd also forgotten that there was a mirror behind her. I could see her bare buttocks in the reflection. Wow! Zoey had one hell of a sexy ass! As perverted as it sounds, I felt my cock twitch in my jeans. I couldn't help myself.

  "Ryan, I'm sorry, but I don't have enough room at the table to put you with the adults."

  "I can squeeze in beside you," I said. "We can make space."

  "No we can't. Where will we put the food?"

  "It's bad enough that you still treat me like a kid," I said. "Do you have to rub it in by making me sit with the children?"

  "Stop complaining. The cousins adore you. You'll have a good time with them."

  "This totally sucks!"

  Zoey frowned. "I can't believe you're making such a fuss over nothing. You say you want to be treated like an adult, but you're behaving like a pouty little boy. Actions speak louder than words. With this kind of attitude you deserve to be at the kids' table."

  "But Zoey—"

  "No buts! I need to take a shower, and you need to finish setting the table." She slammed the door in my face.

  I stood there, stunned. I'd turned 19 a few weeks earlier. Legally I'd been an adult for over a year. Ever since I moved into Zoey's place I'd been paying my portion of the rent and doing my fair share of the chores. What could be more grown-up than that? But if Zoey wanted further proof of my manhood, then that's exactly what she was going to get.

  I should have taken a moment to calm down and think rationally about what I was about to do next. But I found it hard to restrain myself when I got upset.

  I banged on the bathroom door once more.

  "What is it this time?" Zoey said. She sounded annoyed.

  "I've got evidence for you."

  "Evidence of what?"


  "That I'm a grown-up."

  The door flew open again. "Will you stop wasting my time! I'm not going to change my—"

  It took her a few seconds to realize that my penis was hanging out of my jeans. I'm naturally well-endowed, and today I looked even more impressive than usual. I was half-engorged thanks to the glimpse I had of Zoey's naked ass.

  She put her hands to her mouth and nearly dropped her towel. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she exclaimed. "How dare you expose yourself!"

  "You wanted proof of my manhood. Here it is."

  "I said no such thing!"

  "Yes you did. You said: actions speak louder than words."

  "I didn't mean for you to flash yourself, you disgusting little pervert!"

  She claimed to be upset, but her eyes told a different story. Her gaze lingered on my cock much longer than necessary.

  "How else am I supposed to prove to you that I'm a man?"

  "There are other ways," she said. "More civilized ways."

  "You mean like this?" I took a step towards her and cupped her face in my hands.

  "Wh-what are you doing?" I could tell she wanted to push me away, but didn't for fear of losing her grip on her towel.

  I captured her mouth in a kiss. It wasn't anything like the innocent kisses we exchanged growing up together. This one was hot and wet and hungry. I don't know what possessed me to make such a bold move. Seeing her bare flesh had stirred something deep within me. I realized I'd harbored a secret attraction to my sister for years. Living with her for the past few months had only fueled my desires.

  "No ... stop!" she said. Her voice was muffled against my lips as she tried to resist. "This is wrong!"

  I lowered my hands, allowing her to pull away if she wanted. To my surprise, she kept kissing me. In fact, her lips parted and she pushed her tongue forward, curling it around mine. We explored each other's mouths for what seemed like an eternity.

  The hot throb of my growing cock pressed against her belly. I wished the towel wasn't in the way so I could rub myself against her soft skin.

  At last she broke our connection and took a step backward. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell are we doing?"

  "Sharing a kiss?" I said with an innocent smile.

  She shook her head. "No! That was not appropriate, Ryan, and you know it. We can't be doing this sort of thing with each other. You're my little brother. It's wrong!"

  "If it's so wrong, then why did you return my kiss?"

  Zoey's cheeks turned red. "I ... I don't know. I guess I got caught up in the moment."

  Her nipples were hard. I could see their unmistakable outline through the fabric of the towel.

  "Admit it Zoey, you've thought about kissing me before, haven't you?"

  Her blush turned even darker. She nodded.

  "Really?" I said, surprised by her admission.

  "Let's not make a big deal about it, okay? We're living in close quarters in this apartment, and you're an attractive young man. So yes, the thought has crossed my mind once or twice. But it was nothing more than a thought."

  I couldn't help but grin at her. "If you've been having dirty thoughts about me, that proves that I'm a man, doesn't it?"

  "Okay, fine. You've got me there," she said, trying to regain a bit of her composure. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you sit at the grown-ups' table." Her eyes returned to my cock once more. "Now put that thing away."

  "What's wrong, Zoey?" I asked, swaying my hips from side to side so that my erection slapped against my thighs. "Is it too big for you to handle?"

  She pointed an accusing finger at me. "Listen to me, you arrogant little brat, that's no way to talk to your sister. And for your information, I've handled cocks that size with no problem at all.

  "Oh, is that a fact?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

  "You better believe it. Not that it's any of your business."

  I stepped closer. "Maybe you should put your money where your mouth is and prove it. Show me what your pussy can handle."

  She gasped in surprise. "That's the most filthy proposal I've ever heard! You're such a little pervert! I don't know why I ever let you move it with me."

  I took another step towards her, backing her against the bathroom wall. She pulled the towel up to her neck, covering her breasts completely. In the process, other parts of her were exposed. I reached between her legs and roughly cupped her mound.

  Her breath hitched in her throat. She looked horrified and excited at the same time. "You shouldn't do that!"

  "I shouldn't do what?" I said, and gently slid my middle finger up and down her slit. She was as smooth as silk, and growing wetter by the second.

  "You shouldn't touch my ... my pussy."

  Hearing that word come from my sister's lips sent a thrill down my spine. "Why not?" I said, leaning closer. "I bet it feels good, doesn't it? To have someone else stroke you for a change."

  "Wh-what are you talking about?"

  "Don't think I haven't heard your vibrator through the wall, Zoey. Sometimes it wakes me up in the middle of the night."

  She turned bright red again.

  It wasn't just her vibrator that roused me. She moaned while she masturbated—sometimes louder than she realized. The sounds she made were so erotic that it never failed to make me rock hard. I must confess: I've jerked-off to my sister fucking herself on countless occasions.

  Now, more than anything, I wanted to hear those sweet noises again. Only this time, I wanted to be the one who made her purr with delight.

  I lifted the lower corner of the towel, exposing her belly. I let the tip of my cock brush against her soft flesh.

  "We can't," she murmured, "we can't! This is so wrong. We're brother and sister!"

  "I don't care," I said. "I want you so bad, Zoey."

  She didn't try to push my hand away as I began to massage the swollen lips of her cunt. She closed her eyes and groaned as the ball of my thumb swirled in slow, teasing circles around her clit.

  The towel slipped from her grip and fell to the floor. Zoey was finally naked before me! My mouth watered at the sight of her full breasts. My erection throbbed against her.

  "God, you're so beautiful, sis."

  I leaned down to draw one of her long, dark nipples into my mouth. She shuddered as my tongue lapped at her sensitive flesh. My kisses wandered. I nuzzled into her cleavage and savored the softness of her skin. Then I took her other nipple between my lips. This time I tugged it with my teeth. She turned her head away, as if trying to resist me. But she couldn't suppress the groan of delight that escaped her.

  She moaned even more when I pressed my fingers into her slippery hole, curling them deep inside her cunt. Zoey began to pant like a steam engine, falling into the rhythm of my stroke. I could tell she was about to have an orgasm. But before she reached the brink, she reached down, grabbed my wrist, and tugged me free. I was slick with her cream.

  "What's the matter?" I asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

  She shook her head, and put my hand to her lips. "I want to taste myself," she murmured.

  My cock lurched, and I nearly came as I watched my sister deep-throat my fingers.

  She licked the last of her arousal off me and whispered, "Now put your mouth on my clit, baby. I want to feel your tongue."

  Despite her bold request, I could tell she was ashamed of what she was doing. She couldn't bring herself to look me in the eye. But I didn't care. I dropped to my knees without hesitation. Reaching behind, I clutched her bare buttocks, and pulled her cunt to my face.

  My outstretched tongue plunged deep into her wet folds. Oh God, she tasted so good! I sucked and slurped, pushing myself further between her thighs, desperate to sample more of her musky nectar.

  Her hands speared through my hair, holding me in place. I could feel the urgent rock of her hips as she thrust herself, over and over, against my probing mouth.

  "Oh, Ryan! Suck my clit. Make me cum, baby! Make your sister cum!"

  She gasped as
my tongue swiped across her delicate nub of flesh. Her legs clamped tight around my head. She began to shudder.

  "Oh, fuck, baby! Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over your face!"

  Her fingers were like claws against the back of my skull. Her hips pulsed faster and faster as I mashed her clit between my lips. She threw her head back and shrieked. I felt the first, pulsing squirt of her orgasm.

  Holy shit! My sister was cumming in my mouth! How many times had I dreamed of this moment? I'd never experienced such an amazing sensation in my whole life.

  With a final shudder, she went limp. The last dribble of arousal spilled from her cunt. She collapsed to her knees and fell into my arms. Her body was slick with sweat. Her breath was ragged.

  "I'm such a terrible sister," she said, burying her face into my chest. "I can't believe I took advantage of you like that. I can't believe I acted like a common whore."

  "Zoey, it wasn't your fault," I said, stroking her back. "I'm the one who showed you my cock. I'm the one who started kissing you. If anyone's to blame, it's me."

  "But I'm the one who should have known better. I should have stopped you before it was too late. Oh God, how can you ever forgive me? I made you eat my pussy."

  I cupped her chin in my hand, and tilted her head so I could look into her eyes. "Zoey, I wanted to do that to you. As a matter of fact, I can't wait to eat you again. I've never tasted a pussy as good as yours."

  She sat up and pulled away from me. "That's very sweet of you to say, Ryan. But what makes you think I could ever let this happen between us again?"

  "C'mon Zoey," I said, rolling my eyes. "We've crossed a line. We can't go back to the way things were. Everything's changed."

  I had a sudden thought of us sharing a bed. Brother and sister fucking like wild animals.

  She must have been thinking the same thought because she gave me a shy smile. "I suppose you're right. We've passed the point of no return, haven't we?"

  I nodded.

  "Well if that's the case," she said, reaching down to caress my raging erection, "I have to stop being so selfish. I've been so busy getting-off that I totally neglected my little brother's big cock."