Tag: sister

As Dustin watched his older sister, he sighed. From his room he could see her packing her suitcase in her own room across the hall. Erica was gorgeous and voluptuous, her fully developed curves were barely hidden in skin tight jeans and a tank top. He knew that all of his friends would have killed for a chance to see her naked. For a long while he would have done the same. But not now. You see, Dustin has already seen her naked. Gloriously naked.Better yet, he knew that he would be seeing her naked again. And not for a few stolen moments, nor with a hidden camera in the bathroom. Oh no. Once more he was going to see her nude with his own eyes, from up close, with her being fully aware of his presence for days. He could still remember the first time he ever saw his older sister Erica naked.A year ago, Dustin's parents called a family meeting. They were all there: his older sister Erica, his two twin sisters, Emily and Lily, as well as his two parents and himself. After dinner, their

After getting her nursing license two years ago, Rebecca's parents thought she was crazy for accepting a job at the American-led excavation site in central Mexico.She was part of the medical team responsible for monitoring the health of all the workers involved in the digging and research. She lived on-site with the team and they were lucky to each have their own private tent.A few weeks into the excavation, the project made worldwide headlines. They appeared to have discovered an ancient underground temple. The temple lay in ruins as a result of several earthquakes which occurred over several centuries.Rebecca's parents finally understood why she was so eager to accept the job when it came her way. To show their support, they decided to pay her visit and take her brother, Dylan, along on the trip. They would stay at a small hotel just a few miles away from the excavation site.Rebecca was still in her blue nursing uniform when her family arrived to the outskirts of the digging site.

Rising Sun Commune, West Virginia, July 2007"We've got some masks Charley...for tonight... the Poole's got them for us," mom called from inside the cabin. I was standing naked on the porch looking down at my sister below. Surreptitiously filming Isabel from above as she shampooed her beautiful long hair. She was standing knee deep in the gently flowing creek and her naked, eighteen year old body seemed to glisten as the setting sun lit up the beads of water that were dancing all around her head. My cock, still sticky from Sophie, was half full and swinging between my legs, pointing downward at what it clearly wanted."CHARLEY!" mom admonished when she came out through the door and saw what I was doing."Well, we do need a film record of this weekend... Sophie's only going to get married once ma...its part of our family history," I answered without hesitation as I turned towards her. Mom had a white towel around her waist and another one around her just shampooed hair. Her breasts,

June 14th 2007, the Woodman house, on Philadelphia's Main Lone, "We're not going and that's final!" my father announced from the end of the table.Since mom, my little sister and I had been talking about Obama and McCain for the last twenty minutes dad's interjection didn't make a whole lot of sense. Mind you he'd been looking pretty pissed off all through dinner. In fact he had been for the last couple of days I realized as I looked up at his scowling countenance."Not at the dinner table dear," mom cautioned her husband. "We'll talk about it later."I looked up quizzically at my sister across the table. Her quick shrug of the shoulders indicated she was in the dark as much as I was."We're not going where dad?" I finally probed."Please Charlie, not while we're eating," mom said as she gave me a quick, cross look. Watching dad's face I could see all the warning signs of an immanent explosion. Dad wasn't that quick to anger usually but when he finally did he was as likely as not to

Mom and I were both stunned when we finally heard Sophie was pregnant. After just one year at the University of Illinois she was coming home to have her first baby, a husband or boyfriend nowhere in sight.She had left our modest home on the South Side of Chicago in September 2003, a full 4 year scholarship to their School of Applied Science in hand. She had always been a success, straight A's in high school, valedictorian of her class, All-State softball player, volunteer with the United Way, President of the Student Council etc., etc. The kind of person you'd love to hate, jealous of her successes. But she was popular. And beautiful! All through high school the boys had chased her and somehow she had dated many of them without becoming very serious with any of them and without angering or hurting anyone. There were probably ten or fifteen guys who graduated from Daley Senior High with their date or dates with Sis being among their happiest memories.I was only eleven months younger

My older brother Russell had everything in life, so it seemed. He had been blessed with extraordinary good looks and intelligence. Although he did have a rather quirky side, for the most part you could call him the All-American male, at least in public.Russell graduated from Pitt law school and then joined my father's firm. A couple years later he married his college sweetheart, Laurie. They often talked about having children, many children. Laurie and I became very close. She even confided in me about their wonderful sex life. Although Laurie admitted, with a wink, that Russell liked to get kinky on occasion. And she said she readily indulged his fetish because she loved him so much.Kinky? Well, I did know Russell liked to wear lingerie. I first discovered that fact one day when I came home from school early because I didn't feel well and I found Russell in my bedroom. Naked. Going through my dresser drawers. I watched him pick out a bra and admire it. Then he turned and saw me. He

'So what's this about?'I flopped down onto the couch as my parent's stood expectantly in the middle of the room.'We'll tell you when your sister gets here. Where is she anyway- oh!'Molly burst into the room and took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, tucking her long hair behind her ears as she straightened her back and placed her knees together. She always was a pro at acting the perfect daughter around them, especially when the possibility of us having done something wrong hung in the air.'Okay, I guess we can start.'My mum looked nervously at my dad. This was odd. Usually when we were in trouble they knew exactly what to launch into.'Well, I guess first of all we'd like to thank you for looking after the place while we were away. It doesn't look like a bomb went off.'Molly smiled smugly.'I made sure we stayed on top of the mess.'My parents had been away at a five day retreat. Though it wasn't a normal retreat, and not something I imagine many families would ever have to deal

"மாப்பிள்ளை நாம போய் வீடு சுத்தம் பண்ணிட்டு வந்துருவோம் அப்புறம் கீதா கூட்டிட்டு போய் காட்டுவோம். நாளைக்கு வீடு பால் காச்சிடலாம் நான் ஜோசியர் கிட்ட பேசினேன் அவர் நாளைக்கே பால் காச்சிட்டு அப்புறம் அடுத்த வாரம் கூட வீடு மாத்திக்க சொல்லிட்டாரு, கணபதி ஓமம் லாக்டௌன் அப்புறம் செய்யலாம்னு சொன்னார்.." தோளில் இடித்தபடி என்னிடம் வந்து கூறினாள் என் அருமை அத்தை.என்னை இடிப்பது

1. DevikaWe girls were sitting on the lawns outside, awaiting the clock to strike for the practical class. Just then a flying bird shitted on the jutting of my left breast, I mean, over my blouse. I looked up: it was a crane."It's a good omen of luck!" opined my classmates.My father used to say that I was conceived in a spiritual way and would bring good luck and fortune once I grew, but he didn't have any luck to see it realized. And luck is here in the premonition of ...Oh shit! I had to have a wash and change. On my way to the hostel, I met Bhavana and she accompanied me into my room. Bhavana was doing her final year whereas I was a fresher in first year. She became my best friend from the very first day she rescued me of my college raking. And Hindi (though I knew little) was our common factor.Once inside, I undressed and noticed no strain underneath, but the devouring look of my best friend. A bit shocked but riveted, I felt a weakness in my knees.Moment next I was in the hold of

Desi Bengali housewife and sister threesome sex! Come and fuck us!The sultry Bengali housewife leaned in close to her married sister, their voices hushed as they gossiped about their desires. Both women were hungry for sex and couldn't wait any longer. Bhabhi quickly picked up the phone and called her old sex friend, begging him to come over as soon as possible. Little did he know that he was about to encounter not one, but two hot and wet bhabhis who were eager for his