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My sister looked up at me. "What do you need...?"

My sister looked up at me. "What do you need me to do?"

"Mick, I can't...ask you to do anything," I said. "But I have to tell you, as this thing takes hold I won't be able to... It heightens aggression. I won't be me. Or, I will be me, but I'll...I don't want to hurt you."

"You'd hurt me?" she said.

The contradictory urges inside me swirled with such ferocity that thinking was becoming harder and harder. "No, not because I wanted to, just, because...I need...Mick, I need..."

"I get it," she said. "Can you step closer?"

I fought against my swelling muscles and the fireworks shooting between my joints to plant one foot in front of the other. I couldn't get much closer in the cramped restroom stall, but I could lean my hips forward.

Michelle scooted to the edge of the toilet seat.


Without a word, she drew her palms down my front, down to the base of my shaft. She used her fingers to spread my growing pubic hair away from it, dragging her fingertips from the base out to the skin of my crotch. Then she leaned her face forward. With one final look up into my eyes, she opened her mouth and let the head of my cock part her pink lips. She pulled me forward with gentle pressure in the small of my back, and took me an inch at a time. It was difficult to get her mouth wrapped around the size of it, but she kept going. I stared, dumbstruck, until I felt her warm tongue slither along the underside of my swollen shaft. Slowly, she guided my head to the back of her throat.

I groaned deeply. "Oh my God, Micky." I brushed the back of her throat, then retreated. She kept her hands on my hips to keep me at bay, but allowed me to push forward, slowly, between her blushing cheeks.

I reached out to grasp the back of her head. She allowed this, too. I groaned anew when she reached into my thick nest of pubic hair and cradled my balls. The first time I heard her suck the saliva off my shaft, I pulled my cock free of her mouth--just to watch her breathe. Precum dangled between my penis and her lips. "I can't...I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, her voice thick, her lips sticky. But she reached for my cock again anyway, and guided it back onto her tongue.

"Thank you," I breathed.

When she pulled me out again, she ran her fist down my slick shaft. "Is that good?"

"Yes," I groaned. I pulled her head down, back onto my cock, and she got the message. She bobbed down on it quicker this time, running the head back and forth between her lips. I had reached a precipitous stage. The closer I came to sexual fulfillment, the harder it was to restrain my baser urges. If I lost control...

Aggression flared inside me. "Suck my cock," I demanded.

She "mmm-mmm!" obediently, and grabbed the backs of my legs. I began to push myself in and out of her mouth more forcefully, and she took it.

She took it for the first few seconds, but then she had to pull herself back. "Wait!" she gasped. Spit dripped freely from her lips. "Wait..." Precum shined at the corners of her mouth.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It''s happening too fast."

"Aaron," she said. "I..."

I traced my cock along the underside of her lip while she stared at me, her upturned face flushed a deep red and the sweat clear now at her temples. "I'm sorry," I said again.

"No, don't be sorry." She kissed my penis, and cupped it against her cheek. "I'm...just kind of turned on right now. Tell me when you're going to cum, okay?"

Excerpt from Sibling Affairs: 4 Erotic Tales of Brother/Sister Taboo (Vol. 2) - now available on Smashwords at 25% off!

"Please daddy," she begged...

"Please, daddy," she begged. She rolled the wrist that held his cock. She loved the hot throb of that majestic thing. It was so full of life. If he put it in her, she imagined it would squirm like an animal, invading the deepest reaches of her body, forcing her to accommodate its girth as it expanded ever larger. Her pussy ached for his arrival. "I want it to be you."

He shifted under the heavy covers. Soon he wasn't next to her, he was on top, and his lips encircled her stiff nipple. She sighed as his teeth clutched at her. His questing tongue flicked the sensitive nipple back and forth. "Yes!" she cried. His big thing squished against her belly, painting her hot skin with its precum.

"My princess," he groaned into her small breasts. He cupped two ripe handfuls and gave them a sharp squeeze. The male in him could not deny how badly he wanted to do that. "You are so damn fine," he murmured into her cleavage.

"You can take me however you want," she promised. "Just now, please now!"

He rolled his head into her stomach. "No, if this is the last time, I want to take my time." He kissed his way to her bellybutton. "You smell so good..."

She caressed his thick hair. "When was your last time?" she asked.


"I can't remember," he breathed over her vulva. Like most of her girlfriends, she kept her mound closely trimmed. But she didn't shave it all. There was still hair there, and she could not know how much that turned him on. He breathed her in, savoring the musk of her pubic thatch.

In spite of her self consciousness, the feel of his lips against her, the tickle of his hot breath, set Alexis shivering uncontrollably. Greedy hands gripped her thighs. 

"W-what are you doing?" she gasped.

"You went down on him but he never went down on you?"

"N-no," she stuttered. She gazed down at her father, now just a hump in the heavy blankets. All she could see was his black hair between her legs. All she could feel was his fingers creeping along her inner thighs.

Arthur was incredulous. "Shameful," he muttered, and kissed his daughter's silken labia.

"Ah!" she cried. "W-what?" His tongue drew a hot, wet line up her slit, and she collapsed against the pillows. "Oh my God..." she whispered. When his tongue plunged inside her, her immediate reaction was to kick, but his strong hands pinned her down. She liked being pinned down like that. "D-don't let go," she pleaded.

"Mmm-mmm," he hummed into her vagina. Nothing, not even Steve's fingers, had ever felt so good. The rumble rolled around her vulva and zig-zagged up her belly. When his tongue returned to her clitoris, the heat spread over her buttocks and sawed through the backs of her knees. She quivered in place, held tight to the mattress by daddy's unyielding fingers.

"Daddy!" she shrieked.

"That's it, baby," he murmured into her pussy. "Scream for me."

She tugged at his thick black hair as he lapped at her like a starving dog. She shivered so hard that her breasts jiggled, and she jiggled so hard that her rigid nipples, exposed to the freezing air, jolted her to her core. That jolt careened back and forth along her stomach, knocked from daddy's flicking tongue to her sensitive breasts. The sensation built in her for seconds that bled into minutes that bled into the rest of her short (would it be short?) life. "I wish I'd known," she moaned to the ceiling, delirious with bliss. "I'd have asked you to do that to me every night before bed!"

Between her hot thighs, Arthur shared her naughty fantasy. What would their life be like if she had begged him to deflower her years ago? Lessons in anatomy, innocent caresses with not-so-innocent results. Sliding into bed with her on lazy weekend mornings and kissing her pussy awake. Her knees hooked over his shoulders and he inhaled a thick wave of her arousal. It made his balls throb.

He'd never tasted a woman so sweet. Was it because her cum was virginal? Was it because she was so strict about her diet--organic food, mostly vegetables, plenty of water, little if any meat? Was it because she was his daughter? Or was she just the perfect woman? His princess? He suckled at her juicy labia and moaned into it, as much for her pleasure as for his. He loved the way she squirmed. He loved the way she wriggled on the mattress in her feeble attempts to break free...

Excerpt from The Snowstorm: How Daddy Warmed His Virgin Daughter - available now on Smashwords for 25% off!

"Tell me to," I dared him...

"Tell me to." I dared him. My breasts hung against his legs and I so wanted him to hold them again. I wanted him inside me, everywhere, but I was getting off on the looks he was giving me, the power in my hand, the very idea and fantasy that was now real between us.


"Suck my dick, Lindsey." He didn't look to the clearing, didn't look at the gorgeous view. He leaned his head back and breathed his request.

"Say it again," I said. "Demand."

"Suck my dick, Lindsey." That was stronger, better. I felt another gush between my thighs and I slurped Richard's penis into my mouth. It was him, I kept thinking. Earlier in our lovemaking I'd found it difficult to visualize that he was the man inside me. Until this morning I hadn't even seen his face while we were naked. After this morning, it was all true, all real, and as I slid his long manhood over the surface of my tongue, it was a dirty aphrodisiac.

On my knees, it was Richard's penis in my mouth. For the first time, I was going down on him - him, the strongest man I knew. Though by the sounds he made, I thought he would fall over at any moment. His legs shook. His hands in my hair never forced me onto him, never pulled. He was holding my head, thrusting softly, letting me fuck him with my mouth at the rhythm I wanted. And, oh, I wanted. With Nick and other men, this was something I was willing to do, never something I really enjoyed. This morning, I just wanted to give Richard pleasure, wanted to feel this strange and solid body part in my mouth. I gulped a fresh squirt of precum as his cockhead glided against the inside of my cheek.

I swirled my tongue along his veins and kissed around the base of his hairy scrotum. I moaned into his penis and Richard's fingers slid down into the ridges of my ears. It was such a deliberate gesture of affection.

I pulled him out of my mouth and rapidly wriggled my fist over his wet shaft. "Like that?"

Richard said something I'd never heard him say before. "Jesus fucking Christ," he growled.

I pumped him some more and held him parallel to the ground as I licked the underside of his head with my flat tongue. "You want to cum in my mouth?"

"Yes, Lindsey. Oh Jesus, honey."

His hands slid down my head to my bare shoulders as I swallowed him again, letting him ram the back of my throat as I breathed steadily out my nostrils, holding his base as I rubbed his cockhead into my cheeks.

Richard growled again, and then he was panting. "This..." he tried to say. "This is..." He was lost to the world, lost to the endless beauty of nature. I had him, had all of him. He existed in my mouth, nowhere else, and I felt him pulsing, swelling. I pulled him out, just once more, to jerk him off and say through cum-smeared lips, "Cum for me, Richard."

I slid his dick between my lips just as he fired his first ejaculate. It was thick, ropy, dull tasting. I swallowed, letting the next missile slide down my throat. His whole body froze up and he held himself inside my cheeks. I grasped his balls and squeezed gently, letting him cum again and again in my mouth, letting him twist my hair and groan and growl. "Mm," I hummed to him. "Mm-mm," I said, the vibration working its way down his bulging manhood...

Excerpt from One Weekend With My Best Friend’s Father - now available at 25% off on Smashwords!