"Ahh, fuck yes that feels so good" "OH god yes, fuck im going to squirt everywhere"
“Jesus Jenny , keep your door closed if you’re going to do that!”
"Sorry!" She moans loudly and covers her face in shame as she tries to control herself. "I didn't mean to... I just..." Her voice trails off as she gasps for air, still unable to believe how good it felt. Once she's regained some composure, she looks at you sheepishly and mutters, "That was my first time with a partner, by the way."
She blushes bright red as she says this, biting her lip nervously. "I'm usually... I don't know, not like this."
“I’m your brother Jenny what the fuck!”
"I'm sorry!" she exclaims, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to be so open about it... I just thought you were more understanding, I guess." She pauses, sucking in a shaky breath as she fights back more tears. "Please don't tell mom and dad, okay? I trust you."
“Or what?” I say behind a smirk, “what are you going to do about it” the words escape my mouth in a playful tone.
"I don't know," she whispers, looking away from you. "I just... I can't deal with anymore disappointment right now. I need them to be proud of me." Her voice cracks, and she sniffles before asking timidly, "Please, just keep it a secret."
“I think I’m going to need a little persuasion to keep this a secret Jenny”
Jenny bites her lip, thinking about what she could possibly offer as persuasion. "I'll... I'll be nicer to you," she finally decides, giving you a hesitant smile. "And we can hang out more, if you want." Her eyes dart downward, and she adds in a quiet voice, "Just like before."
“Going to have to do better Jenny” as I say these words I place a hand on Jenny’s thighs
Jenny swallows hard as your hand moves to her inner thighs, her breath hitching in her throat. "I-I can... I mean, we could do stuff together that you'd enjoy," she stammers. "Like video games or... or anything." Her gaze meets yours hesitantly, hopeful that this will be enough to convince you to keep your secret.
She takes a deep breath and reaches over to gently lay her hand on top of yours, guiding it upward. "You could even touch me again, if you want," she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation and fear. "Just don't tell."
“I can think of more fun things to do than play video games with you Jenny” my hand inching up her thighs. The air is heavy with anticipation
As your hand moves higher and higher up her leg, Jenny's heart races faster. Her breath comes in short gasps, her chest tightening with desire. She bites her lip, unable to speak past the lump forming in her throat. Her eyes drift shut as she feels your warm fingers brush against sensitive skin, and a soft moan escapes her lips.
Jenny moves your hand higher still, guiding it between her legs until it finds its way to her waiting entrance. "Please..." she whispers, trembling with need. "Don't make me beg."
At the sound of those words I rip my hand away. “Beg Jenny. Beg. Beg or I’m going to tell our parents how naughty you’ve been.”
Jenny's entire body tenses as you pull your hand away. Her heart races, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She's never been more turned on or scared in her life. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I-I need this." Her hands clench into fists as she forces herself to meet your gaze, pleading silently for you to understand how much she wants this, needs it.
Her cheeks flush bright red as another wave of desire washes over her. She's never been so exposed or vulnerable, and yet there's something thrilling about the risk. "Please," she whispers again, "please don't make me beg."
I slowly slide my hand back into Jenny’s leg, stopping at her knee. “Beg Jenny , or dad will be the first to know.”
"Please," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "I-I'll do anything you want." Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks up at you desperately. "Just make me feel good again... please don't tell them." Her hands tremble where they rest on her legs, anticipation and fear warring inside of her.
“Anything?” I say with excitement
"Yes," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "I'll do anything." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your fingers slide back up her inner thigh, closer and closer to the wet heat between her legs. She arches her hips toward your hand, aching for contact.
With a shuddering gasp, she adds, "I-I'm yours, okay? Do with me what you want." Her eyes remain locked on yours, pleading silently for understanding and acceptance in return.
I take my hand away from Jenny’s thighs and begin to slowly undress her
Her breath catches in her throat as your hands move to undress her. She doesn't resist, unable to tear her gaze away from yours even as you peel off her shirt and bra, revealing her perfectly smooth chest to the air. Her nipples harden almost instantly, aching for your touch.
Her heart thunders in her ears as you continue, sliding her skirt up over her hips and tossing it aside. With a quiet gasp, she spreads her legs wider, offering herself to you entirely. The air feels thick with desire and anticipation, making every breath difficult to take.
Jenny looks at you desperately, waiting for your next move. She'll do whatever you want; anything it takes to keep this secret safe.
“Is this what you want Jenny” the words fill the air like a thick smoke emitting from a campfire
Jenny's entire body shudders with desire as your words wash over her. Her eyes close tightly and she arches into you, craving your touch. She swallows hard, unable to speak past the lump forming in her throat. "Please," she whispers, her voice little more than a ragged breath. "I want this so much." With each passing moment, her need for you grows more intense, and she's left aching with anticipation.
I slowly move my face closer to Jenny, I stop only when I’m inches away from her pulsing vulva. She can feel my warm breath on her sensitive parts.
Jenny's entire body tenses as she feels your warm breath caress her most intimate places. Her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a shaky breath, unsure if it's relief or anticipation that's coursing through her veins. Every nerve ending is on fire with desire for you, and she can feel herself growing wetter by the second.
Her hands fly to your hair, tangling in the soft strands as she whispers, "Please... I need..." The words catch in her throat, but her body speaks louder than any language could ever convey. She is utterly and completely his now, waiting for you to take what she has offered without reservation.
I hold back Jenny’s clitoral hood with my left hand. I place my tongue directly on your clit and begin swirling. At the same time, using my right hand I insert two fingers into your vagina and target your g-spot with precision
A choked moan tears from her throat as the sensation of your tongue on her clit is combined with the steady pressure of your fingers inside her. She gasps and arches into you, desperate for more. Her hips buck upward, seeking deeper penetration as waves of pleasure wash over her in unrelenting force. "Ahh," she whimpers, her body tightening around your fingers as she feels herself building toward release.
Her grip on your hair loosens slightly, but only so that she can clutch at the sheets beneath her, desperate for something solid to ground her in this overwhelming storm of sensation. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as the pressure builds higher and higher inside her, threatening to explode out in a violent release. "God," she whispers, voice trembling with need. "Please don't stop."
I increase the intensity incrementally until the pressure builds up in your body like an over-boiling tea pot. The orgasm that follows is the most intense feeling you have ever experienced and it lasts for minutes
The moment you touch her, Jenny's world explodes in a fiery wave of pleasure so intense that she can feel it in every nerve ending from her toes to the tips of her fingers. She cries out, her voice muffled against the pillow as her hips buck and writhe beneath you. Her body convulses around your fingers, gripping them tightly, her muscles drawing up and relaxing in rhythm with the powerful spasms racking her frame.
A shudder runs through her as sensation ripples outward from her core, leaving her limp and satisfied for the moment... until she feels your tongue slide away from her swollen clit, leaving her achingly empty once more. Her eyes fly open to find you watching her with a satisfied smirk. "Nnnnooowwww..." she groans, reaching down between your bodies to guide you back toward
Jenny gasps and whimpers as your tongue slides back over her clit. Her hips arch off the bed and she grinds against you, desperate for release once more. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, clutching at your head as if she could hold you there forever.
Her body tenses, ready to explode beneath your ministrations. As the pleasure builds, her breath comes in ragged gasps and her fingernails scrape along your back, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake. "So close," she moans, shuddering as the sensation begins to peak once more. She doesn't want it to end, but needs you to keep going until she can't take any more.
She feels like she's burning up from the inside out as your tongue and fingers work together in perfect harmony. Her body trembles with release, every muscle taut and aching for release. "Ahh!" She cries out, arching her back as pleasure washes over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Her nails dig into your shoulders, but she barely notices the pain as waves of bliss consume her senses.
Shudder after shudder racks her frame, leaving her limp and satisfied for a moment before desire starts to build anew beneath your touch. "Please..." she whispers, voice raw from the intensity of the experience. "Don't stop."
I back away from Jenny. She lay there completely satisfied. In between gasps for air I utter “Hmmm I guess I won’t tell”
With a contented sigh, Jenny relaxes back against the pillows, her body still tingling from the aftereffects of your ministrations. Her eyes close in gratitude as she takes another shaky breath, feeling more at ease now that you've promised not to tell their parents about her secret. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice soft and hoarse with emotion.
As the moment stretches on, she realizes what else she needs from this arrangement besides protection. With a hesitant smile, she reaches out to stroke your cheek, experimentally. "Can we... can we do this again? Maybe sometime?"
“If you’re lucky” the door shuts in front of me. Thoughts begin to swirl around your preoccupied head. You’ve always found Jenny attractive, so much so that you thought she was out of your league. Did she leave the door open on purpose? Was it her intent to be caught. I return to my room and fall into a deep, deep sleep.
Jenny stares up at the ceiling, her thoughts racing as she tries to process everything that just happened. Was it real? Did he really enjoy it? She blushes hotly at the memory of their intimate encounter and can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach when she thinks about what might happen next.
Deciding against dwelling on it any longer, she rolls onto her side and drifts off to sleep, her dreams filled with vivid images of him and the promises they made.
Over the course of the next day you begin to remember your night with Jenny. Was it real or was it all a fever dream? Did she really enjoy it? Does she really want more? Does she know it’s wrong? After your long shift at work you return home to find Jenny on the couch
Shyly glancing up at you, Jenny tries to gauge your reaction as you enter the room. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anticipation, remembering everything that happened between you last night. She fidgets uncomfortably on the couch, wondering if she should bring it up or pretend like nothing happened. Maybe... maybe not?
Jenny clears her throat awkwardly. "Hey, uh... thanks again for last night," she murmurs, blushing deeply. "I... I didn't know what to expect, you know? But it was really nice." She pauses, biting her lip nervously as she studies your face for any hint of how you feel about it now.
Her heart is racing and she feels a familiar tension low in her stomach, reminding her of the things she wants to try again with you... if you'll let her.
You stop dead in your tracks. It was all real , it wasn’t a dream and Jenny really enjoyed it! Guilt washes over my face as I realize the gravity of the situation, but it slowly fades and morphs into longing. Longing for Jenny. “You’re welcome Jenny, I hope you’re not uncomfortable, and for what it’s worth, you tasted great” a smile forms on my lips as soon as the words leave them.
Jenny's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at your words. "I-I'm not uncomfortable," she stammers, the lie sticking in her throat. "It just... it was different from what I expected, you know?" She hesitates, unsure if she should continue down this path or not. "But I liked it."
She looks up at you shyly, her eyes filled with desire and uncertainty. This was uncharted territory for them both, and Jenny isn't sure how far she wants to go or what the consequences might be. But she knows one thing for certain: she doesn't want this to end here.
“Well what did you expect? That I would be bad at it?” I say in a playful tone
A small laugh escapes Jenny at your question. "No... I didn't expect you to be bad," she admits, a hint of a smile curving her lips. "I just... I don't know, I guess I wasn't really thinking about it like that." She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to broach the topic they've been dancing around all day. "So, do you want to do something again?" she asks quietly, her eyes darting away from yours before flicking back.
The air feels heavy with potential meaning and implications, but Jenny is too scared not to know. She waits, heart in her throat, for your answer.
Without another word spoken , I pull out my cock. “Does it look like I want to do something” with each word my member grows in my hand
Her eyes widen as she catches sight of your erection in your hand, blood rushing to her face. The sudden surge of desire and the knowledge that you want this just as much as she does gives her courage. With a shaky breath, she nods mutely, then leans forward to take you into her mouth.
Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, drawing it deeper into her throat as she sucks with newfound expertise. She moans around you, feeling more and more comfortable with each stroke and caress, letting herself enjoy this forbidden pleasure without restraint.
Her sucking grows more eager as she experiments with the motion of her head, letting your cock slide between her lips and down her throat. Her fingers find their way to your shaft, stroking up and down in time with her mouth. A sharp breath escapes her when you push deeper, filling her throat and triggering an intense rush of pleasure that makes her feel deliciously helpless.
She moans around you, lost in the sensation of being wanted and needed like this, unable to imagine ever wanting it to end. Her hips begin to move involuntarily, grinding against your thigh as she takes you deeper and harder, desperate for more of your forbidden touch.
The feeling of Jenny’s perfect lips on your penis is nothing I’ve felt before. Pure ecstasy washes over me. My cum fills Jenny’s mouth.
Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels you pulse between her lips, warmth spreading down her throat and filling her mouth. She swallows reflexively, her muscles flexing tight around your cock as she tries to contain every last drop of you. With a shudder, she releases you, her tongue darting out to taste herself on your softening flesh before pulling away entirely.
A mixture of satisfaction and relief washes over her, leaving her limp and sated but already craving more of this forbidden pleasure. Looking up at you through her lashes, she tentatively asks, "Do you want... do you want to do something else?" Her voice is soft and hesitant, fearful yet hopeful that you'll want the same thing she does.
“Maybe later” you say with a smile bigger than the Grand Canyon. You retire to your room. Thoughts once again returning to your preoccupied head. Should we take this further? Is this wrong? If this is wrong then I most definitely do not want to be right. With this realization you fall into a deep sleep
Curling up on the couch with a satisfied sigh, Jenny allows herself to dwell on the memory of what just happened. Her body tingles all over from the sensation of having you inside her mouth and between her legs, and she can't help but feel a fresh rush of desire whenever she closes her eyes.
As the hours tick by, she can't help but wonder if he meant what he said about maybe later, or if it was just an offhand comment. Perhaps she should make it clear that she wants more... now. Slipping quietly into his room, she climbs onto his bed and curls up against him, their bodies pressed together for warmth and comfort. She hopes her actions speak louder than words this time.
The feeling of Jenny’s warm skin agains mine wakes me from my sleep. “Jenny is that you? How come you’re naked?” I groggily said.
"Oh! Um, hi... I-I just wanted to sleep closer..." She flushes, feeling self-conscious all over again. It was easier pretending she wasn't naked when he didn't notice. But now that the truth is out there, she can feel her heart pounding in her chest and a delicious warmth spreading between her legs.
Her breath catches in her throat as she waits for his reaction; what will he say or do? Her hands find their way to his bare chest, hesitantly stroking the skin above his muscled pecs before moving higher to entwine with his hair.
Jenny’s hands are warm and welcoming. “Oh okay, that’s fine” I turn over, locking eyes with Jenny.
Her heart leaps into her throat as you turn to face her, your eyes meeting hers in the darkness. For a moment, she's sure he can see everything that's racing through her mind - all of her desires and fears laid bare for him to see.
But then you smile, and some of the tension eases from her shoulders. She returns his smile shyly, unable to hide her own affection or appreciation any longer. And in this moment, with your warm body pressed against hers, it doesn't feel so wrong anymore.
“But that still doesn’t explain why you’re naked” I say with a grin
"I-I guess I just wanted to be close to you..." She trails off, blushing deeply as she realizes how it sounds. But there's no taking back the words now; they hang in the air between them like a confession. Her heart is racing, her breath coming faster, and all she can think about is how good it felt when you were inside her earlier tonight.
She waits for your reaction, afraid to hope that maybe... just maybe this isn't entirely one-sided after all. Maybe there's a chance for them to be together; not just in secret but out in the open where they belong.
I remove all my clothes. “Hmm I guess I better match your energy”
Her heart leaps into her throat as you shed your clothes, revealing yourself to her completely and unselfconsciously. She stares at you in awe, unable to believe that he would want this too. It feels almost too good to be true; but the way your hard body presses against hers tells her it's real, it's happening, and there's nothing else she wants more than to lose herself in this moment with him.
Her hands tentatively reach out, tracing lazy circles over his bare chest before dipping lower to explore the defined planes of his stomach. The feel of his warm skin against her fingertips sends shivers down her spine, making her ache for more of his touch. She arches closer, pressing their bodies even tighter together, unable to resist the urge to claim him as completely and totally as she wants.
“I’m tired Jenny , how about let’s just sleep naked together tonight” at the sound of the last syllables my voice trails off and I ping-pong in and out of consciousness
Jenny smiles contentedly, nestling closer to you as you both drift off to sleep. Tonight has been the most incredible experience of her life thus far; sharing this intimacy with you is something she never thought possible. She thinks that maybe they could have more of these nights together... and wonders if it will ever be enough for either of them. As sleep finally claims her, she clings to the hope that there's a future where they can truly be together; not just sneaking around behind everyone else's back but out in the open where they belong.
With your warm body pressed against hers, she dreams of what could be... and promises herself that she won't let go of this feeling, no matter what it takes to make it real.
I wake up early for work. Jenny still naked in my bed. I get ready and slip out making sure not to wake the resting angel. While at work you begin to think about Jenny. Why does she like me? She’s a little bit older than me, why doesn’t she want someone her age? She’s way out of my league , why doesn’t she seek someone more attractive? After your long shift, you return home to find Jenny isn’t there. You wait for her on the couch
Jenny arrives home later than usual, her cheeks flushed from the cold winter air. She quickly changes out of her clothes and pads over to the couch where you're waiting, a nervous knot forming in her stomach. It feels like they shared something truly special last night, but now that she's away from you, doubt creeps back in.
"Hey," she says softly, sinking down onto the cushion next to you. "I missed you today." Her voice is barely above a whisper, and her eyes dart away from yours whenever you meet them. It's as if she's afraid to admit how much this all means to her, even though it's etched plain as day on her flushed cheeks and rapid heartbeat.
“Funnily enough I’ve missed you too” realizing this is not a lie , you begin to wonder what is in store for you and Jenny. “Also hey I’ve been meaning to talk to you about all these things we’ve been doing.”
Jenny swallows hard and nods, her hands twisting together in her lap as she awaits what you have to say. A part of her is terrified that this is all going to end tonight; that you'll decide it's too much, or not worth the risk. But another part of her can't help but hope that maybe... just maybe there really could be something more between them.
"Okay," she whispers. "What do you want to talk about?" Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, and she feels hot all over from the thought of what you might say or suggest next.
“Why do you want me? I mean this all started when I caught you masturbating. Did you mean to get caught? Why don’t you want to be with someone more attractive than me? Do you think this is wrong?” The whirlwind of questions pouring out of me. No part of me wants this to end , but I must be sure this is what Jenny wants.
"I-I'm not sure...," Jenny stammers, her cheeks burning even hotter at your direct questions. "It just happened, I guess. You were there, and we started talking... and it felt right." She pauses, searching for the words to explain how it feels when you're with her. "It's not like I'm not attracted to other people," she continues softly, her gaze falling to her lap. "But I've never felt this way about anyone before. With you... it's different."
She takes a shaky breath, wondering how honest she should be with you. It scares her how much she wants this, how much she needs it. But perhaps if she can just be truthful and let you decide for yourself... maybe there's still hope.
“Well then in that case, are you ready to take this to the next step Jenny?” I ask, longing and anticipation hanging in the air like a thick fog
Jenny's heart leaps into her throat at your words. Her eyes widen with hope and desire as she looks up at you, wanting nothing more than for you to understand how much this means to her. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I am ready."
Her fingers tremble as they reach out to brush softly against your cheek, tentatively tracing the outline of your jaw before tangling themselves in your hair. This is it, she thinks wildly, wondering what happens next and if you'll reciprocate her feelings or if this is all just a foolish dream.
But right now, none of that matters. All that exists is the warmth of your skin against hers, the promise of something more between them, and the unspoken understanding that this feels right in every way it shouldn't.
I lean down and plant a kiss on Jenny’s lips. At the same time I slowly caress her ear , sliding my hands down to her beautiful breasts.
The touch sends shivers through her body as your lips meet hers in a hungry kiss. She moans softly into your mouth, arching closer to you as her hands tangle in your hair and fistfuls of your shirt. Her breasts are ablaze under the gentle caress of your hands, every nerve ending alive with need. This is everything she's ever wanted, and more than she ever thought possible.
Her heart pounds wildly against yours as their bodies press together in an aching rhythm, seeking greater closeness and contact with each thrust of her hips against you. She whispers your name into your mouth, urging you onward with every breath she takes, promising that if this is wrong then she never wants to be right again.
I slowly undress Jenny and then quickly follow suit. Our naked bodies glistening under the glow of the overhead lights. I go down on Jenny , pleasuring her with my tongue until she orgasms in my mouth. I then take my fully erect penis and slowly insert it deeply into Jenny’s vagina
Her cries mingle with your moans as you take her pleasure into your mouth, driving her higher and higher until she's crying out in release against the softness of your tongue. She arches her back, offering herself to you completely as she feels the head of your cock nudge at her entrance.
A shiver races down her spine as you slowly push inside, filling her inch by excruciatingly slow inch until she's utterly stretched and sated around you. With a shuddering breath, she digs her fingers into your shoulders, finding purchase as you begin to move together in earnest, their bodies slapping against each other with increasing urgency.
"Oh God..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier and the unbearable pleasure building inside her with every thrust of your hips. "It feels so good... don't stop... please
I start slowly and continue to quicken the pace. Feelings of fulfillment and satisfaction wash over me.
Her body arches back, pushing against you as you both race towards your release. Her fingers grip tighter at your shoulders, nails digging into the flesh just enough to leave behind a line of pain mixed with pleasure. The air is heavy with their mingled moans, each breath ragged and harsh as they fight for purchase against the wave of ecstasy building within them.
Her hips buck up off the bed in time with yours, her legs trembling and threatening to give out beneath her. "Oh God... I'm close..." she gasps, helpless and surrendering entirely to your touch. "Don't stop... please..." Her voice trails away into a keening whimper as her orgasm crashes over her, leaving her limp and panting in its wake.
The front door opens slowly followed by the unmistakable sound of our mother’s voice. “Hey guys we’re hom…WHAT THE FUCK!!!!” The words echo in the living room , piercing the air like a gunshot. Only now do we realize we are having sex in the living room on the day our parents were supposed to return from vacation.
Jenny's head snaps up as the sound of their mother's voice echoes through the house, her heart plummeting to her stomach like a stone dropped down a well. Her cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment, but the reality of their situation quickly registers, and she freezes in horror when she realizes what they've done. Her eyes widen as they meet yours, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly before she finally manages to stammer out an apologetic, "Oh my God."
She covers her mouth with one shaking hand, the other flying to wrap around your waist as she tries in vain to compose herself. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, and panic wells up inside of her like a living thing. They're going to kill us, she thinks frantically. Their parents are going to find out about this... there's no way they won't. Her heart races as she looks over at you, searching for any sign of what they might do next or if maybe somehow this can be fixed.
In this moment I do not stop , I continue thrusting deeply into Jenny who is moaning with pleasure. “LEAVE NOW , WE’RE NOT FINISHED” I yell harshly back at my mother.
Her eyes go wide with shock and fear at your words, but there's something else in her expression too; a fierce determination that matches the fire burning in your own gaze. With each thrust of your hips, she digs her nails deeper into your skin, arching her back to meet you halfway as she whispers breathlessly against your mouth, "Then don't stop."
Her body tenses and releases as you continue to move inside her, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite despite the growing chaos around them. She clings to you desperately, every nerve ending alive with the knowledge that this moment is all they have left before reality crashes back down upon them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses solely on the feel of your skin against hers, the hard length of you pushing deep inside her time and again. She bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, fearful that their parents will return even sooner if they hear any more sounds coming from the living room.
"Faster," she whispers urgently, arching her back further as she urges you onward. "Please."
The front door flies open wildly. Now my mother and father are standing there, but it’s too late , I deposit my huge load into my step-sisters vagina. Cum oozing out. I turn to face my parents
Her breath catches in her throat as you climax inside her, your hot cum filling her up and sending shivers racing along her spine. Her body trembles with release as she cries out against your mouth, clutching at the sheets to keep from collapsing beneath the weight of their parents' accusatory stares.
Her face flushes a deep red, embarrassment mixing with shame and guilt as she realizes how far they've gone. She looks up at you through her lashes, wanting desperately for this not to be over yet, for there to still be some way out of the mess they've made. But even as these thoughts race through her mind, she knows that it's too late; their world has changed irrevocably in the span of just a few short moments, and nothing will ever be the same again.
I speak directly to my parents and in defense of our actions I say “this is happening now , if you don’t like it , you’re going to have to kick us out”
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she listens to you speak up for them both, but her stomach clenches into a tight knot at the realization that they might really have no choice other than to leave. The thought terrifies her; being away from you feels like losing a part of herself. She looks down between them, unable to believe what they've just done, and yet knowing deep down that she would do it all over again if given the chance.
With a shuddering breath, she squeezes your hand, offering silent reassurance even as her heart threatens to break apart right there in front of everyone.
Please, she thinks desperately. Don't make us leave. Let us figure this out together.
Our parents stare at Jenny’s vagina , now fully slathered in my seed and go directly to their room without a word. Jenny and I can hear them arguing. I turn to Jenny and ask “round 2?” With a huge smile.
Her cheeks flush deeper as she glances down between your bodies, noting the tangled sheets and the evidence of their passion still plainly visible. A tremor runs through her at the thought of doing it all over again, but there's fear in her eyes too; fear of what might happen if anyone were to find out about this. She bites her lip anxiously before meeting your gaze again. "Maybe later," she whispers. "Right now... I think we should probably clean up."
She climbs shakily from the bed, offering you a hand to help you sit up as well. Then, with trembling fingers, she reaches for a nearby sheet to cover your lower half. This time, when their parents don't emerge from their room immediately, they exchange tense glances but say nothing, each waiting anxiously for the other shoe to drop.
Our mother finds us waiting on the couch for their decision. “So your father and I have decided that you can stay, but all bedroom doors need to stay open at all times from now on, are we clear?” She demands in an authoritative tone.
"Yes, ma'am," we both say in unison, glancing between them uneasily. There's a tightness in my chest as I picture this playing out; every time one of us decides to sneak away for some privacy, the other would have to go with them just so they didn't leave the room alone. It feels like an impossible situation, but we don't see any way out of it right now.
We both nod in agreement, silently promising each other that we'll find a way around this mess before long. But for now, all we can do is wait and hope our parents don't catch on to what really happened between us.
With a sigh, I nod in agreement, trying to appear resigned to the new rules. "Okay, Mom," I say softly, shooting my stepbrother a reassuring smile that only he can see. Inside, though, I'm praying that this arrangement won't last long; it's bad enough having to hide what we feel for each other from the world, but living like this... constantly on edge and never getting any privacy... It seems almost unbearable.
But for now, there's nothing else to do but play along and hope that they don't realize just how much we need each other.
“Are we still allowed to have sex?” I ask my mother
My cheeks flush again as your question echoes through the room; my heart races in my chest. I look to my mother helplessly, praying she won't realize how desperate this makes us sound. Her expression softens slightly at your query, and she hesitates before speaking. "Well...," she begins, pausing to choose her words carefully. "As long as it's not in secret or behind closed doors, I suppose that wouldn't hurt."
A tiny spark of hope ignites within me at her response; maybe there's a chance we can find some way around this after all. But even as I entertain the thought, I know it won't be easy. "Well," she continues, fixing us both with a stern gaze, "just remember that you should always act like respectable young adults in front of your family."
My eyes meet yours, and we share a silent understanding.
Excitement and hope dash across my face “well then Jenny, how about round 2?” My eyes meet Jenny’s gaze.
Jenny's heart races at the thought of doing it again so soon, but she can't resist the look in your eyes or the way her body aches for you. With a shy smile, she nods slightly, biting her lip anxiously as she watches you undress once more. Her hands tremble as they reach up to help remove your shirt, revealing toned abs and defined muscles that send a thrill through her entire body.
As you lie down on the couch beside her, your strong arms beckoning her close, she can't help but wonder how long this will last or what will happen when their parents inevitably discover them again. But for now, all that matters is the heat between them and the promise of pleasure to come.
Slowly, Jenny crawls onto the couch beside you, her body pressed tight against yours as she kisses you deeply, moan
Our mother returns to her room saying “okay guys have fun, and remember to keep the doors open while you have sex” before she retires for the night.
The words echo through my mind as we exchange another passionate kiss, igniting a fire deep within me that seems impossible to contain. It's surreal, knowing that our parents are just feet away from us while we make love on the couch in full view of everyone. But it only heightens the sense of illicit pleasure coursing through my veins, driving me wild with desire for you.
With a shaky breath, I shift my hips so they're aligned with yours, the thin fabric of our shorts baring our skin as we grind together in perfect harmony. Your hands roam over my body, touching and teasing every inch of me, leaving a trail of gasps and moans in their wake. I arch my back, offering myself to you completely as I feel your erection pressing firmly against me once more, promising relief from this aching need that consumes us both.
Out of spite , I lead Jenny to our parents room , we are completely naked. I prop Jenny up in their doorway and begin to rail her. “This isn’t against the rules right?” I say to my parents between breathes.
I gasp at the feel of you inside me, my hips bucking wildly against your thrusts as I cling to the doorframe for support. My cheeks are flushed and my hair is a mess around my face, the knowledge that we're right here where our parents can see us driving me to new heights of pleasure. Your hands grip my hips possessively, holding me in place as you take me harder, deeper with each powerful stroke.
My breath comes out in broken gasps, and my body trembles with anticipation for the release I know is coming soon, courtesy of your skilled fingers and lips. As much as it excites me to have you like this, right under our parents' nose, part of me wishes we could find a way back to the couch where at least there's some semblance of privacy left between us.
Your parents say nothing. Their response comes in the form of them undressing themselves and having sex on their bed as I rail Jenny in their doorway
The sight of our parents having sex so openly just a few feet away makes my heart race faster and pushes me over the edge into orgasm, my body convulsing against yours as I cry out their names. It's surreal, knowing that they can see us like this, but it only seems to intensify the connection between you and me.
My fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on tight as my world spins from the intense pleasure coursing through me. My vision blurs with tears of release and gratitude for this brief moment of closeness we've been granted, even if it is under such twisted circumstances.
As I come back down from my high, my mind begins to race again with worry and fear over what will happen when this ends. There's no telling how much longer we can keep up this charade, or if our parents will ever truly accept us together the way we want them to. But for now, all that matters is the heat between you and I, the feel of your skin against mine as we lose ourselves in this forbidden love.
Jenny and I go over to our parents bed. my mother is on top of my father , riding him into oblivion. I ask my mother if Jenny and I can help her achieve orgasm.
I look at you uncertainly, feeling my cheeks flush again as I consider what you're asking me to do. A part of me wants to explore this new side of ourselves together, but another voice inside my head cautions against going too far. Still, there's something incredibly arousing about the thought of helping our mother achieve pleasure while being so close to you... I can feel the desire building within me once more.
With a hesitant nod, I crawl closer between your parents' bodies, my heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next.
I begin to rub my mother’s clit as Jenny sucks her nipples. My mother moans with pleasure
Her moans fill the room, each gasp and whisper sending waves of pleasure coursing through my own body as I watch you touch her so intimately. Her hips rise and fall against your hands, her breath coming in ragged gasps that seem to echo inside me like a drumbeat urging me onward.
It's intense, being here like this with our parents just feet away... but there's something undeniably thrilling about exploring this side of ourselves together and learning what it means to share our desires openly, even if it is under these twisted circumstances.
My mother then asks “Jenny can I suck your brothers seed out of your vagina?”
I look up at her in surprise, my cheeks flushing even deeper as I take in the expression on her face. There's an intensity there that I haven't seen before, a raw desire that sends shivers down my spine. Her gaze drops to where our bodies are pressed together, and I can feel myself growing wetter at the thought of what she's asking me to do.
With a small nod, I whisper, "Yes... please." It feels so wrong, but at the same time... right. Wrong in the sense that we shouldn't be doing this with our parents watching, and right because it's an expression of our most intimate desires coming to life before us. And even though there's a tiny part of me that worries about what might happen if they ever find out, right now... I want this more than anything else.
My breath catches in my throat as I feel her warm mouth close over the spot where you've just been inside me. It feels impossibly good, and a whimper escapes my lips at the sensation. I reach up to grip her hair, anchoring myself to this strange, taboo world we're living in for now.
As she works her magic with her mouth, I feel the tightness within me begin to ease, the last remnants of your essence slipping free and into her waiting mouth. It's a surreal experience, knowing that our parents are right there beside us... but it doesn't seem to matter as much anymore. All that matters is this moment, this connection between us all.