“Make that in to a story?” from Kim

Make that in to a story?

 
This was a description from KIM, who writes to me frequently — we know each other as INCEST SISTER and INCEST BROTHER — She is so cool!
 
 
FROM KIM (VIA EMAIL)
 
My name is Kim, I am twelve years old, 4′ 11″, 86 lbs, with 32a bra. Brown hair and brawn eye. I live with my family; Dad 5′ 9″ weight about 165 lbs; Mon, 5′ 3″, brown hair and brown eyes, 145 lbs with 38d tits; Brother, 15, 5′ 6″, 135 lbs. One day I came home early from school.  As I walk in I saw my brother with a girl. I watch them as they had sex. I have never seen a cock before but later on I found out that his was above normal at 9″ long and wide. I like the look of it. I watch him but his cock into her ass.  she was begging for it. I knew her she was a girl down the street. She was twelve years old. After a while I watch him pull his cock out and it was covered in his waste.  She turn around and open her month and he place his tip in her month. The look on her face was “give it all to me”. He push forward and he went ball deep. I watch him push in and out and she love it. Then I notice I was rubbing my pussy and I want it in my month. I watch for a couple of hours and I felt my first orgasm. She left and I went to my room. Later that night? Your turn — Make that in to a story?
 
 
REPLY FROM XP (VIA EMAIL)
 
My name is Kimmie and I have just turned twelve. I live on the outskirts of town, on quarter acre property, with my middle-aged mom and dad, and my fifteen-year-old brother, Lewis.
 
My neighborhood is usually very quiet and coming home from school early, I saw that the family station wagon was gone. That usually meant that mom and dad were out for the rest of the afternoon, only returning later in the evening. Dinner would be reheats from yesterday’s meal.
 
We never usually lock our doors and it was strange that the front door, on this occasion, was even closed. I made my way to the rear porch and as I passed my brother’s bedroom window — I heard the sound of grunting. It sounded like animals. I was perplexed and carefully looked through the open window. I could Lewis. He was naked and there was someone else there with him.
 
I wasn’t sure, but it looked a lot like Ramona from down the street. Like me, Ramona was about twelve. I could see her young, nubile body and fist-sized tits. Her cunt was hairless and she was touching herself between the legs. I was mesmerized by her hand movements — as I had never seen anyone masturbate before. She was on the floor, in front of my brother, who was holding the back of her head, pressing her down, upon his cock.
 
His penis was fully erect and it simply looked enormous to me — like a thick fleshy sword. Like all red and wet with her saliva as she licked and sucked it in her mouth. The noises she made, sounded as if she was in pain — but the expression on her face looked as if she couldn’t get enough. My hand touched myself through my cotton panties as I watched the two of them. I thought I had wet myself, because my underwear was soaked. I gently pulled the thin moist fabric aside and slipped a finger inside myself, matching the movements that I saw that Ramona was making. It felt so good, fingering myself and watching the two of them.
 
They kissed, mouth to mouth, and then Lewis lay back on the bed. Ramona climbed on top of him and I watched in awe as she started to feed his huge cock into her tiny pussy hole. From the window, I had a clear view of her dripping cunt sliding down his veiny shaft. Again, she sounded like she was in awful pain … but her actions demonstrated that she wanted to get the entire length of my brother’s cock inside of her. He was moaning too.
 
“Fuck yer. Fuck my cock.”
 
She raised her rump higher and pressed the crown of his engorged flesh against her anus. The pretty brown flower stretched wide, as she began to descend down his upright organ. Up and down she rode him, all the time jabbing herself with her fingers — as I tried to do the same. My brother was sucking her tits and thrusting upwards to meet her downward movements.
 
“Fuck my ass Lewis. Fuck my guts. Oh! Oh! I’m gonna cum!”
 
The pair of them began to groan even louder. Ramona had collapsed upon my brother. She lifted herself off of him. His cock was filthy — covered in dark brown smears of Ramona’s feces. She had that look that said “give it to me” … She knelt down again between his open legs and sucked his shit-stained pole in her mouth. Lewis was grinning evilly as he grabbed her head hard and thrust, balls deep, into her more than willing mouth.
 
It was then, that I felt an intense tickling inside of me. Like an unstoppable buzzing as I began to have my first orgasm. I felt weak and had to stifle a little moan. I thought my brother saw me for a moment and my heart jumped into my throat — not that I was watching — but because I wanted him to know that I wanted to be next.
 
 
FROM KIM (VIA EMAIL)
 
I was trying to get your cock hard as you asked. I love how you took my first part and rewritten it. It made me so hot that after my Master read it I beg him to fuck his property. I try to write more OK …
 
I stood there and watch you two.  I saw her reach out and play with your cock and he was playing with your tits.  I then watch her kiss your cock and smiled and ask you for her dessert.  You both got out of bed and go to the bathroom.  She knelt down and look up at you and smiled and open her month.  I then watch you piss in her month.  You could see her drinking it as fast as she could.  But most just ran down her face and tits to the floor.  She got up an got dress and left by the back door and over the fence and left. I went upstairs and got upstairs and remove my cloths and when I got my had into my unused cunt and it was dripping know how wet.  I play with myself until I was hurting.  I then took a shower. I went to bed and dream of my bother fucking all my holes until I could not take it any longer.  The next day at school I saw this girl and found out her name was Helen. I watch her and found out that they met at least twice a week.  I didn’t  how he was doing it but it was as he was controlling her.  A week later I watch him use a new female.  She was older and he use her as he did Helen.
 
 
REPLY FROM XP (VIA EMAIL)
 
After watching my brother and Ramona having sex together, I found it hard to think of anything else. Her tiny immature body riding up and down on my brother Lewis’ giant cock — it was an imagine that just wouldn’t recede in my thoughts. There was something raw and animalistic about the way Ramona sucked his filthy shit-stained cock, licking her own waste, as if there was no tomorrow.
 
I was still trembling from the unstoppable power of my first ever orgasm — but I couldn’t pull away from watching them. My naked brother stood up over her. His body looked incredible. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to be Ramona. I wanted to feel his big cock inside my cunt and ass. My fingers seemed to have a life of their own and I could feel that incredible tickling sensation beginning to build again.
 
Young Ramona licked her lips and grinned up at my brother as she knelt naked before him  like praying to a god. Maybe that was what he was. A sex god. Oh yes. I wanted to pray to him too. Pray to his cock — his delicious cock.
 
Ramona’s pale skin seemed to glow with her own sexual sweat. I wondered what it would be like to lick her skin. To taste her. I wanted her fingers inside of me too. I knew it was wrong. God doesn’t like gay people. But then again, God says incest is wrong. I no longer carried about what God said. Maybe Satan would be more fun?
 
“Open your fucking mouth,” snarled my evil brother.
 
Ramona obediently did as she was told. My brother’s cock still rock hard and he angled it downwards — pointing it towards her up turned face. I thought she was going to suck him again, but instead, he began to urinate over her. His hot salty piss sprayed over her face and hair — she kept her mouth open and drank it with an evil grin. He pissed and pissed, drenching her and the floor around where she knelt.
 
I felt another orgasm building up inside of me — like a freight-train rushing towards me as I stood at the windowsill.
 
“AAARGHhhhhhhhh …” I groaned as I bucked and almost fell over as the wash of pleasure rushed through me … only afterwards was I aware of the sound I had been making … but as I looked up, they were both gone.
 
I sheepishly made my way to my bedroom. My brother and his lover were nowhere to be seen. At first I was really nervous — but my curiosity got the better of me and I sneaked into my brother’s bedroom. I smelt the damp bed sheets and inhaled the scent of their sex. I could smell him and I could smell her. I wanted more.
 
The floor beneath my bare toes was sticky and wet. I got down on my hands and knees and found myself wanting to taste my brother’s piss that pooled in little puddles. I felt dirty, but excited like never before. I imagined being there with the both of them. A threesome. Kissing her. Kissing my brother. Touching them in their most intimate places. I began to finger myself again. The feeling was so overpowering. Yes … to have my brother fuck me, while Ramona wriggled her piss-wet cunt over my face.
 
Time seemed to slip. I was in school. I had classes. Homework. Assignments. A few of my close friends asked me why I was so aloof. I couldn’t explain it — even if I wanted too.
 
I saw my brother at school hanging around with a girl called Helen. She seemed to be a nice girl. But around him, things were different. They were kissing mouth to mouth. He was feeling her up in the playground. It made her look like a slut. She didn’t seem to care. Someone mentioned that they were “a thing”  but I knew that wasn’t strictly true. It seemed my brother had more than a few girlfriends.
 
The next week, he was with a new girl. She was older than him. A senior. She looked very mature with ample breasts and a sense of superiority about her. I watched them together — I was really jealous. I made my mind up that I would seduce him. Make him want me. I was his flesh and blood. And it should be me, and only me, that he should fuck.
 
 
 
 
 

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