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As he neared the lodge, Dustin also thought about Leanna's third daughter Katee. He knew she wouldn't be here. Wouldn't have been here even if somebody would pay her a hundred thousand dollars to be here. Dustin shook his head, saddened by the thought as they had been very close when they were young. Still were, in fact, even though their family had moved far away after his aunt's messy divorce. She had been, by far, his favorite relative and he had spent a lot of time with her as they grew up. From time to time during their adolescence, Dustin had wondered if he wasn't falling in love with his cousin.The two of them had kept in touch ever since the divorce three years ago. Telephone, emails and Facetime had done wonders to alleviate their grief at being separated. But as wonderful as those tools were, they couldn't replace real face to face time spent together. Given that Leanna had decided to move about 10 hours away from Dustin's family, they didn't get to see each other very

When Dustin woke up the following morning, after having accidentally fucked a second sister in two days, he looked at his sister's bed. She was still there, still sleeping. Before falling asleep last night, he wondered what he would do if she had come to his bed to fuck again. But even though neither of them had any bad feelings about what they had shared, Emily didn't seem eager for a repeat. She hadn't closed the door on the possibility, but Dustin guessed he would have to wait and see.Instead of thinking about the beautiful nymph sleeping the bed next to him, Dustin thought about his older sister Erica. The one he had fucked about 9 hours ago. Accidentally as well. Which was, frankly, unbelievable. As the fourth day of their vacation was dawning, Dustin laughed while wondering how many more such surprises would be in store for him. Oh, if he only knew!Unexpectedly, another memory, this one much older, sprang into his mind. While it was the second time Dustin had fucked one of his

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

Tom sighed as he heard his mother call for help. He put down his novel and headed to her room. She was at her computer and was puzzled by some issue or another. Again. She explained it to him as best as she could, and in seconds, Tom nodded and bent over her. He shook his head as he worked, refraining from telling his mom that he had explained this specific issue to her time and time again.By now, Tom had accepted that his mother wasn't the brightest person around. "Well, that was some understatement!" he thought. At best, she was what you'd call naive; at worst, just plain dumb. Tom thanked his unknown father once again for his sharp mind. Tom was only 18 years old, but sometimes he felt as if he was the older one, the wiser one.Then again, as Tom stole glances down his mother's cleavage, she wasn't without assets. Her breasts were extremely large, and that gown, at that angle, didn't hide much. She seemed oblivious to the fact that he had a good standpoint. Closing his eye for a

A full lockdown was declared in San Francisco, and for the next three weeks, residents were expected to stay at home unless there was a vital reason to go outside. All throughout California there was pandemonium. Businesses were being closed and groceries were rationing out supplies.Dr. Claire Mitchell arrived at her downtown apartment after spending the day working in the laboratory as a lead researcher. Her work had shifted towards finding a cure for the infectious disease that was bringing the world to a standstill. In the lab, she was completely focused on research. But at home, all she could think about was her family.She undressed in her bedroom. Standing only in her panties and buttoned up blouse, she stood in front of the window for a view of the city on that cloudy day. Her fingers undid the buttons. She heard footsteps approaching behind her."You seem extra stressed," Shoshana said, giving a big hug from behind.It had taken years since the divorce for Claire to come to grips

As she leaned over the pool table, he walked up behind her. Spreading her legs with his knees, he positioned his cock and when she made the shot, he roughly slammed into her sodden pussy. She dropped the cue, moaning, laying her head down on the fleecy green felt. He held her hips steady while he fucked her hard and steady. He had cum in her earlier, but the sight of her, bent over the table, her nether regions peeking out from between her legs, had revived his dick in an instant; he had to take her again. She was tight, but slick as he pounded through her flesh, her breathtaking scent, floating up to encompass him. Her natural aroma was as perfume to him. Then he felt it, a tremor in her legs and he knew she was on the verge of climax.Her bottom lowered as she tensed, so he lifted her hips for a better angle, his pelvis smacking against her back side, his dick forcing apart the walls of her sweet pink heaven. Spasms began deep within her, and then wracked her body. The muscles of her

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

My mother and I sat on the floor in our living room by the fireplace. It was a snowy night and we each had a cup of hot chocolate and a lot of catching up to do.I'd returned home from my first semester at college and she was eager to get as many new details about my personal life as she could. My mother is one of those sentimental types who wears her heart on her sleeve. She's always been very open with me about her feelings, which shouldn't come as a surprise since she's a human sexuality professor at a local college."So how have you been enjoying your college experience so far?" she asked. "Make any new friends?""Sure I have. I've met a lot of cool people. The whole thing about living with a roommate is kinda fun. But I have to admit, a part of me misses living at home where I have someone to cook for me and do my laundry."My mother raised her eyebrow and gave me a stern look. "Is that all I'm good for?""That was a joke mom," I replied. "You know what I meant by that. It's just nice

I've always been close with my mother. But in recent years we kind of went our own way, with me going off to law school, and her eventually moving in with her fiance.But in this past year, both of us faced an unexpected change which led to something that neither of could have ever predicted.It started when my mother was laid off from her job as a university science professor due to California's budget cuts. Around that same time, she and her fiance agreed to mutually spit up. Some timing, eh? But at least it was an amicable break-up and there weren't any hard feelings whatsoever.Thankfully she was able to land another teaching job fairly quickly, but the dilemma she faced was that she would have to move to another state. Looking for something new in life, she took that opportunity, and that's where things developed between us.***It was early in the morning when I showed up to help my mother pack her stuff. Her ex-fiance, Dave, was off at work and he didn't mind me being there with