Tara nudged open the front door, exhausted but pleased. It had been a long day, and after all the stores and appointments she looked forward to just relaxing the rest of the evening. Laden with shopping bags bumped the door quietly shut with her back, not wanting to wake the rest of her family. Sneaking in late at night wasn't a problem for Tara -- she'd done it many times before, and with more incriminating companions than cans of soup. She didn't make a sound as she laid down the groceries and tip-toed into the living room.  William was waiting for her. Well, to a degree. The now post-graduate high schooler was passed out on the couch, his skinny limbs dimly lit by the flickering of the tv's static. Tara covered her laugh. Her younger brother was so worried about her, about the doctor's visit today, that he'd tried his best to stay up despite himself. "He never was an all-nighter kind of guy..." she hummed to herself, sneaking up beside him. 

Tara froze, then whipped around and crept back into the living room. She arrived just in time to see William's door close nearly shut.  "Did he see that? Did he see me? Oh god! How much did he see!?" Panicked, Tara crawled to her panties and bra and threw them on before sneaking upstairs. How much had her brother seen? She couldn't know. Maybe he woke up just at the end and didn't see anything? Tara tried to convince herself that was it, but her heart seized when she heard her name through his door. Hardly breathing or moving, she knelt down and peeked into his room.  William's dim bedside lamp illuminated the room as well as his occupied bed. He certainly hadn't been studying. Pictures scattered over the sheets, some spilling onto the floor, and many more cluttered in a nearby shoe box. He lay amid them, back turned to the door, moving just so slightly under his sheets. He was definitely awake though, and Tara leaned in to hear him whispe

"You know," she said, "they're not going to pop or anything. You can be a little more -- ohhhh!" William didn't hesitate in palming her firm pillows, gripping and sliding from base to tip. Nor did he wait long before tonguing her hardening nipples. Samuel hardly ever did that, and definitely not as hungrily as William. Only a few seconds of it and she was already hooked. "Y-yeah, just like that..." Tara found herself rubbing her thighs, not knowing what to do with her hands. She didn't want to distract him, not when his tongue swirled so nicely around one taut breast after the other. His lips smacked on her skin, suckling, tasting. Just as she really was getting into it, her nipple popped out from his eager lips, and her little brother started kissing down her ribs... "Ooooh god William, that felt so..." But this felt good too, Tara thought. Her sibling's tongue danced over her belly, tracing the subtle curves of her toned midsection, slipping around her little belly button, and t

"Me too - Fuck! Sis, I'm gonna c*m too." Tara's heart pounded. Her nerves thundered. Her p*ssy quaked. She felt her brother's c*ck, his beautiful c*ck, jabbing deep inside her, sheathing inside her so perfectly, so completely. She'd always loved her brother, from the moment he was born she loved him. But now her love grew beyond what she ever imagined it could be. She loved her brother like a sister shouldn't. Like she always wanted to, deep down. "I love you bro! I love you so, so -- Mmmm!" Sweat poured down between their rutting bodies and Tara arched and howled as the tightness in her belly twinged and threatened to snap any moment. "I love you sis!" William cried back, "I've always loved you like this!" His balls slapped her a*s in his abandon, and he thrashed her soaking p*ssy. They both felt his throbbing, her tightening, and knew it was now or never. Tara didn't stop posting when she held her brother's face and stared into those familiar eyes. "C*m in me." "Kitty? But yo

I ordered Richard a beer as he settled in taking a long sip from the frosty mug. We began chatting about little things in our day and I felt so comfortable around my new friend. After several beers, he began sharing how he too had been married and once considered himself to be a die-hard heterosexual. Richard revealed that a guy who went to work at his company began to make subtle advances. At first taken back by such overtures, he soon became curious and eventually found himself giving in. After several months, he and his wife separated and he and his coworker got an apartment together.  Richard saw the look in my eyes as he shared his story. He reached over and put his hand on top of mine on the table. "Don't worry Michael," "Lucas knows I'm here. He actually encouraged me to contact you." My mind was racing at the thought of two guys. I had prepared myself for meeting Richard but it never occurred to me that it might be a t