Glen woke me up the next morning.  He sat up, his back against the headboard and stroked my head.  I rolled on my back, looking up at him. "You were restless last night," Glen said. "Sorry, I didn't keep you up did I?" "No, after yesterday, I was bushed.  Do you want to get up and take a shower with me?" "Sure, I have to shave too.  I'm getting stubble on my legs." I ran my hand between my legs.   "Down here too." Glen an...

I woke up to the most beautiful feeling.  Glancing down, I saw Glen kneeling between my legs.  He was bent over and gently licking my pussy.  Reaching down, I ran my fingers through his hair. "Mmmm, what a nice way to wake up," I said. Keeping his mouth glued to my pussy, Glen glanced up.  He flicked his tongue over my clit and then buzzed his lips.  My brother continued to lick me and nibble my clit.  I dropped my head b...

The sound of the telephone's shrill ringer jolted me out of my peaceful slumber.  I rolled away from Glen and picked up the handset. "Hello," I said in a groggy voice. "Good morning, Megan.  Are you okay?" Mom said. "Mmmm, yeah, I'm fine.  What's up? What time is it?" "It's nine o'clock.  We missed you at breakfast," Mom said. "We stayed up late last night." "It sounds like it.  Are you sure you're okay?" I sat up and twi...

When I woke up, I was on my side facing away from Glen.  He spooned against my back with his arm over my body.  I smiled when I realized he was gently holding my breast.  Placing my hand on his, I pressed him to my boob.  He stirred and then kissed the back of my neck. "Are you mad at me?" Glen whispered. "No, are you mad at me?" I whispered back to him. Glen rolled me onto my back.  He rose up and then kissed me tenderly...

The next morning Glen and I met our parents for breakfast.  When Mom asked about our night, Glen and I laughed. "We went to the dance, got buzzed, and played strip poker with Jenny and Brad," I said with as straight a face as I could muster. "Who won the card game?" Mom said. "I did, Mom.  I beat all three of them, but not by much," I said. "The dance was a blast," Glen said. "Yeah, it was.  Did you know Glen is a great d...

Dick suddenly pulled his shaft from Cheyenne’s pussy and pushed it into my hungry mouth. When I tasted her sloppy juice on my husband’s cock, I knew that I was hooked on sex forever. I laid beneath Cheyenne on the soft grass next to the waterfall, while Dick fucked her doggy style, squatting with his leg next to hers. Her tits were squashed against my belly as her face was stuck to my pussy; her hands snaked beneath my le...

As they continued riding in the gondola, Natalie took Janice's hand and placed it on her breast, placing her hand on top of Janice's and squeezing. When Janice squeezed on her own, Natalie let out a soft moan. The gondola had circled back to where it had picked them up, and they exited the boat. They made the walk back to the car holding hands and drove back to the villa. Once there, they went to Natalie's room and sat on...

“Action!” I shouted. Looking at the monitors, I saw my husband, Dick Philips, laying on his back in a 69 position with Cheyenne, a major porn star, licking her pussy while she was giving him a blowjob. I had three cameras trained on the action, from left to right, camera 1 - a close-up on Cheyenne’s mouth sucking cock, camera 2 - a wide shot, and camera 3 - a close-up on Dick slurping pussy. I was sitting behind a small m...

Janice was almost certain she was straight. The one and only time she had touched another girl's breasts or even kissed another girl was that summer when she was sixteen and a camp counselor, and she chalked that up to youthful exploration. Since then, in her last two years of high school, Janice had dated boys, a lot of boys. She had finally slept with one of them, then spent the next two months worrying she was pregnant...

Looking deep into Jack’s brown eyes, I thought I saw the hurt and distrust buried deep within. He met my gaze, not with arrogance or shame, just what looked like that he was waiting for me to throw him a lifeline. I didn’t think that I could be the one to rescue him or wanted to help him out of his misery. I have problems of my own, haunting and scaring me too much to reach out to another. It seemed as if we were two lost...