1. Best Present Ever: Bitch Sister


    Date: 1/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blackmail, Coercion, Incest, Teen Male / Female, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 96, Source: sexstories.com

    You can also fuck Della, she loves it up her plump fat ass. Ummmm, yes, I’m coming big brother, yes, yes, yeeeeeees!” The thought of fucking Beth was enticing, as was the thought of getting in Della’s back door, but I was now more determined than ever to lose my virginity to the hottest girl I knew...my sister. I watched my sister collapse back on the coach as an orgasm exploded through her. Deciding now was the perfect time to leave, I looked at Beth and said, with sincerity and befuddled innocence, “T-t-thanks Beth, that w-w-was awesome.” Beth chuckled, “No problem, Matthew, the pleasure was all mine.” I had a witty comment back, but decided not to make it and said, “I hope to s-s-see you again, Beth.” Beth responded, “You never know.” “Oh, I know,” Sandra said, adding her two cents’ worth. I gave a half wave and left the room and the party and drove home, my mind spinning deviously. Tomorrow I would start my plan to make my sister, my slut. 4. A PLAN IN ACTION Sandra didn’t come home that night doing who knows what with who knows who, and didn’t arrive back home till the evening of the 23rd . I had a variety of ideas to turn my sister, but they all required being alone. Now that was no longer an option. Mom and dad were home and we were watching the news when my little sister dropped on the couch beside me. Mom asked, her tone implying the answer better be no, “You are not going out again, are you?” “No, Mom,” she replied, “the 23rd is tradition.” “Good,” Mom responded, ...
    clearly relieved. The 23rd was always Christmas movie night, a tradition since as long as I can remember. Sandra picks the first movie and I get second choice. Sandra squeezed my leg subtly as she used it to push herself up. She stretched, her tight jeans leaving nothing to the imagination, and said, “I am going to get in my jammies, then it is time to watch Home Alone.” Mom stood up also. “Well, I will go make popcorn and hot chocolate while everyone else gets comfortable.” I too got up and went and changed into my evening wear. My parents’ house is quite chilly in the evenings, so it usually includes flannel pyjamas. In my room, I took off my jeans and, on the spur of the moment, with a potential plan popping into my head, I also discarded my underwear. I threw on my flannel pyjamas and returned to the couch. I grabbed a blanket, one big enough for Sandra and me, and waited. The genius of the plan spinning in my head was that the way the living room was set up, both Mom and Dad sat on their favourite chairs, and neither could see us without turning back, which they seldom did. My plan relied on oblivious parents and my blanket. Sis returned in what could in no one’s definition be called pyjamas. She wore a halter top that barely held in her big tits and Lulu Lemon short shorts. It was the exact outfit I imagined when I fantasized about an all-girls’ slumber party. She smiled at me and joined me on the couch, slithering under the warm blanket before either parent saw her ...
«12...8910...1819»