1. Fucking my S*s


    Date: 4/7/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: jacobjancsurak, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    As parents drift apart, a b*****r and s****r get c However thick my parents thought the walls in our house were, they weren't thick enough. I'd lost count of how many times I'd lain in bed listening to mom and dad fighting when they thought we wouldn't overhear them. I was at a point where I almost didn't care anymore, but I couldn't say the same for my little s****r. Once the yelling started it was usually only a matter of time before Monica would be up and looking for something to take her mind off of our parents' increasingly obvious issues with each other. Most of the time that distraction was me since I was the only other person in the house. As if on cue I heard the floorboards creak right outside my room, then a brief pause. Slowly the knob on my door turned and it swung open just far enough for Monica to peek in. She always seemed to worry about waking me up, but even as detached as I was getting I still couldn't sl**p through the yelling. "Come in," I said. Monica stepped carefully into the room, making sure not to step on anything in the dark. She closed the door behind her and padded closer to my bed. I reached for my bedside lamp and missed, finding the switch on the second try. By the light coming from the bulb I could make out my s****r's face enough to tell that she was upset, though I didn't need to see her to know that. "They're fighting again," she said, as if I didn't know. "Yeah, they are," I said. She looked so much younger than her eighteen years, ...
    like a frightened girl wanting everything to be okay. I hated when she got like this, so unsure of her world and not even able to go to her parents for comfort. More to the point, I hated that there was nothing I could do about it other than providing a temporary illusion of security. "Why can't they just... stop it?" she said. "I don't know," I said. She took another tentative step toward me and I finally sat up, pulling off my covers and pushing them to the side. I knew she'd want to stay for a while, at least until things were quiet again, but she'd never ask. It was as if she was afraid I'd reject her one of these times and I didn't even want to consider what that might do to her. "Sit down," I said. "It'll be over soon." "I wish it never happened." That'd be nice, if little more than wishful thinking under the circumstances. My bed was next to the wall and as Monica climbed in with me I shifted so we could both lean up against it. As soon as she got comfortable she tugged on the end of my blanket and pulled it around her body. I was sitting on the other half and it wasn't really cold enough that I felt the need for it just then. "You remember when we were little?" she asked. "You think they were always like this and we just never noticed?" "No," I said after thinking about it for a second. "I think they really did love each other for a while, and maybe they still do. I don't know. But things change, lots of stuff does." "It does, doesn't it? I think that's what scares me ...
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