Emily sat in the chair opposite the bed, her legs apart and her fingers busy masturbating and watching the clock as it approached the birthday hour. She never took her eye off her twin sister Melissa, who was just thirty minutes older than her. More to the point she never took her eye off her brother’s cock that was fucking and pushing Melissa’s body into the bedclothes, rapidly bringing her to her third orgasm. She only...

Back to the Bay After an adventurous freshman year in the Ames, Iowa writing program, away from my repressive family, I was happy to sneak back to Berkeley and stay with ‘the sisters', Ella and Grace, in their rambling shared house on upper Virginia Street. If I’d had to stay with my parents, even Ames would have been preferable. Maybe I‘d make a ‘surprise visit’ to them before returning to college? My months in Ames were...

She really had saved them. Keisha stopped her sister in her tracks and convinced her to head back down the stairs so they could talk. That always placated Aaliyah, talking about herself. Besides, Keisha told her that Jennifer was upstairs changing, which was the truth, and that was the furthest thing from interesting to Aaliyah. They wound up on the couch in the living room, sprawled out under Keisha's towel. The girls hu...

'Twas the first day of Christmas, a dark and snowy night, Yet at that very moment two got in a fight. One went by the name Holly, the other was Eve. And a great Christmas tale were they just 'bout to weave. ⁜ "It's my turn," Holly said, a green dildo in hand, "I say we use this dildo of a green brand!" "It is my turn," Eve said, a red dildo in hand. "This red dildo's better, it's best in the land!" ⁜ Two heads on one body...

Johnny was in the bathroom, trying to do his hair. Somehow, no matter how much laundry starch he put on it, he could never quite get it to spike up as perfectly he wanted, though he was determined to get it as good as possible for the gig tonight. For the start of the gig, anyway. By the end it'd be a sweaty mess, but so would everybody else's. Recently he'd gone back to having it orange again, after a period dying it bla...

He sits down on the couch next to her, tired after work. "Honey, can you be a good wife again?" he asks, pointing to his massive hardon. She ties her hair into a ponytail, sits on her knees, and begins sucking the warm, pulsating meat like a delicious candy. Soon after, he moans, and she feels jet after jet of thick, sticky cream flood her mouth. "Thanks, sweetheart!" he gasps, satisfied. "You’re a good wife." "It's been...

I am now officially allowed out of bed. How sad is my life that this is as exciting as fucking my twin sisters? Okay, maybe not quite as exciting but I am seriously happy to be up and about again. I feel much better, I have no pain anymore, just the hassle of the casts on my leg and arm and the stitches in my head. I can even put some weight on my bad leg if I use the cane they gave me. I’ve not taken any painkillers eith...

I can not believe my luck and sometimes think my life is jinxed. Apart from my loving twin sisters who keep my spirits up when times are hard. Not to mention my hard dick! I had been confined to bed for at least two weeks because of two broken hands and two broken feet. I finally held down a job after leaving the army and was employed as a painter and decorator. Old man Smithers had graciously given me the job but would y...

"Watching anything good, sis?" I walked into the living room of our house and saw one of the twins on the settee with the remote control in her hand. "Not now, Keith. I'm watching my show." I looked at the screen and saw that the eighteen-year-old was riveted to the stupid game show Tipping Point. "What, this? It's a load of crap." I plonked myself down beside her and budged up. "It is not a load of crap. The questions ar...