1. Stacy's Story - Part 2


    Date: 6/28/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Incest, Male/Female, Masturbation, Written by women, Author: Paige Turner, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    slender hips. “Sorry about that,” he said standing back, “but I couldn’t wait another second, you look stunning.” I couldn’t stop smiling, my whole reason for making such an effort was to get this kind of response, and his reaction assured me that my efforts, and bravery, were very much appreciated. “It’s ok,” I said, still smiling, “you like your sexy sister?” “I love her,” was his answer along with another, softer kiss. With our lips pressed together, his hands fell to the hemline of my short dress.” I really love her.” We broke apart and stepped away from the wall of the garage; I straightened out my dress and pulled my coat closed to guard against the cool breeze. Then, hand in hand, we walked towards the bus stop. “I still can’t believe it,” I confessed, “how is it that we’ve gone all our lives without realizing the potential for a real relationship with each other?” “Well who would realize it?” He replied, “I doubt many people would look to their own flesh and blood for that kind of relationship, even if they did I doubt many of them would have the courage to try it. I mean imagine if I had tried it on with you and you had thought of me as disgusting. That kind of rejection would be impossible to get over. That’s why I never asked you about it.” I felt his grip on my hand tighten slightly. “How long have you felt this way?” I asked. “A very long time, maybe about 4 years,” he said with a slight hint of embarrassment. I was shocked, “Seriously?” “Yeah,” he said with the ...
    same awkwardness as before. “Wow, I had no idea,” I said regretfully, although the thought of my little brother wanting me for all that time was a little exciting. How many of his fantasies had I starred in? How many litres of cum had he let loose while thinking about me? “Well you’ve got me now,” I said, squeezing his hand, “and we can do anything we want together.” “Plus if we got married,” he said smiling, “you wouldn’t have to change your last name!” That started us both laughing. “So, now you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” I said with a flirty smile. “I’m sure I’ll think of something,” he said. The bus shelter was empty when we arrived so we sat beside each other on the small bench inside and waited for the bus. Paul glanced at his watch said that the bus should be here in around 5 minutes. While we sat and chatted to each other I felt his hand on my leg just south of the edge of my dress. He casually stroked it, working his way from my thigh to my knee and back again. As his hand glided up towards my thigh again a small shudder ran through me, we had stopped talking now, as if the act of touching, and being touched, needed quiet concentration. “Your skin feels so soft,” he said, almost in a whisper. “You’re so beautiful Stacy.” With that he leant in close to me and we kissed again. Our tongues met and softly ran over one another, as if they were locked in a slow, intimate dance. He continued to stroke my thigh and still, little by little, worked his hand ...
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