Ever since I could remember, my little sister Angel had been the butt of jokes for how heavy of a sleeper she was due to…
Ahh, summertime, what a magical time of the year, scorching hot weather fun in the sun, and all that kind of stuff, right? Summers are…
One hot summer night I was awoken from a deep sleep by my mother's loud passion as the unmistakable sounds of masturbation were coming from…
Aviraj could not keep his eyes from her, his aunt's stately beauty, dressed as Lavanya was in a cream silk blouse, the short sleeves glittering…
“Curtis! It’s time to get up! You’re going to be late for your flight!” My mother’s voice called from downstairs. I could hear the sadness in it, although she was doing her best to be okay and stay calm. It was enough to get me to bounce up from my bed, and toss on a white t-shirt, along with my favorite green hoodie and some black Vans cargo shorts.(more…)
She was bent over the sofa’s armrest. Her ass waving back and forth in the air as her arms were just shy of long enough to reach her phone. She moaned and gasped as she struggled to reach.
I coughed once.
She continued to struggle. Her ass cheeks were visible in her short shorts. I could see where the bottom hung and I tried to take a peek to see deeper. I couldn’t manage it.(more…)
I woke up ahead of everybody in the morning. I started breakfast and fed both my Mom and Flora. They were both thankful for it. I smiled as I served up both their dishes.
After breakfast we got to watching TV again. Flora was wearing a sports bra that contained her tits. Her shorts were tight. I liked the look of them on her. Since yesterday my eyes had grown more attuned to her. Every move she made felt sexy.(more…)
I’d promised the twins that this time, they could choose. Was our vacation up to me, we’d do Disney World again, as we’d had lots of fun back when Jeanie and Curtis were twelve. They’d loved it, too, of course, but kids get older.(more…)
When one of them noticed us and beckoned, I knew that they’d insist that Jeanie and I likewise shed our tops to feel the breeze. They’d ask where we’d been. La Tortuga. What fun! Show us how you danced. Moon River’s so romantic, isn’t it?(more…)
“How do I look?”
He was now scrutinising me, and the clothes that I was wearing, as if he was a judge in an important beauty contest. And I was pleased to see, that the expression on his face, was telling me that he’d already decided that he was going to vote for me.(more…)