Short Story: Graduation Celebration Dinner

It was supposed to be a casual weekend dinner. Since my niece recently graduated from university a couple of weeks back, the family wanted to get together for a short dinner together. Not that we had gatherings usually, since everyone was always busy with work and their own lives.

Since my house was the biggest, we all agreed on using my house for the dinner together. Despite it being a celebratory dinner for her graduation, my niece offered to cook for all of us. I was thankful for her offer, since I did not know how to cook myself, and I did not want to splurge money on ordering food for the whole family.

I watched from the kitchen door as she went about preparing the food for the dinner that we were going to have later. The rest of the family were still busy with their weekend plans, so both my niece and I had the house to ourselves.

Seeing her grow up over the years, my niece developed a rather nice figure for herself. From what I saw on social media, she joined some dance team while in university, toning her already slender figure and womanly features. She often wore well-fitting clothes in her outfit photos, clothes that highlighted her slim waist, her slender legs and of course, the two beautiful breasts of hers.

I was already married, but my wife never had the body my niece has right now. More often than not, my niece’s photos were the source of my masturbation material, and sometimes, I imagined that she was the one I was making love to when I was having sex with my wife. To see her in front of my, in my kitchen, was already like a wet dream come true.

I continued to observe as my niece semi-danced about the kitchen, chopping vegetables and slicing meat with grace that I never imagined possible from cooking. The way she prepared the dishes seemed like an artform itself. My focus was not on the food, but from the times she swirled about, her skirt rising just a little, revealing a little more flesh. When she bent over, my eyes travelled downwards from her neck downwards to her chest, or rather, the cavity that formed between her well-developed breasts.

“Uncle, would you like to help?” I was shaken out from my daze as my niece called me over, asking me to sit in front of her and help slice some cloves of garlic for later.

As she bent forward to show me how it should be done, my eyes moved over from the chopping board to her, my eyes between the gap created by her tank top as she leant over. With me in a sitting position right in front of her, I could look all the way down, see her milky breasts heaving with each breath that she took, covered by her bra. I could see further, down her torso and see her slender skin about her waist, unblemished by stretchmarks or age.

If my niece had caught me staring, she did not care to give anything away, not even a falter in her instructions and no effort to hide the excellent view from me. She just smiled at me as she left the garlic to me to mince.

Then, she returned to the stove, her back towards me now. I chopped the garlic as she instructed, mincing them into small bits for frying. Between each chop, I looked up towards my niece, observing how her ass swayed with each movement she made.

From time to time, she would turn around and give me one of those sweet smiles of hers, making sure that I was still chopping the garlic. With my utensil drawer below the stove, she also bent down often to retrieve the wok and utensils, her skirt rising each time she did so. My eyes widened as she bent over, more skin being revealed then what I saw earlier. Her thighs were as fair as the rest of her, and I sweat I could almost see the bottom of her underwear if she bent over any more.

Once done with the garlic, I passed it to her and sat there like a dimwit, not knowing how else I could help out in the kitchen. I just sat there, watching as my niece continued to work about the kitchen.

Then, she proceeded to go behind me to another set of drawers that was behind me, instructing me to look after the stove while she was preparing dishes behind. I stared at the fire, thinking about the beauty behind me, how close she was. I swear, I could almost smell her feminine scent with her within such proximity to me.

Then, without warning, I felt her hands upon my shoulders, and she leaned her weight onto my back. I opened my mouth in shock, but no words came out. I felt her as she leaned forward, her hair draped over one of my shoulders, her mouth beside my ear, her sweet breath falling gently on my cheek.

“Uncle, did you like the view I gave you earlier?” I felt her hands move forward, travelling down my body slowly and surely. Slender hands tracing down the front of my shirt, till it reached the waistband of my shorts. I felt her lips on my ears, each warm breath of her seemingly warmer than the warmth of the kitchen.

My niece moved her hands to my groin, placing her hands lightly over my hardening member. She moved her lips downwards as well, kissing my neck in such a way as my wife never did so. It felt pleasurable, her soft lips upon the back of my neck. I did not know that kisses on my neck could feel so good.

I felt her breasts on my shoulders, her hands replacing themselves on my inner thighs, spreading them apart, as if I was a girl. Yet, somehow it felt good as she moved her hands on sensitive spots that I never imagined, spots that my wife never found despite us being together for so long. It felt like my niece was an expert, knowing where would turn me on.

My cock strained against my tight underwear, hard like I have never felt so before for a long while. As my niece moved her hands back to cup my groin, I could feel precum oozing out of my manhood, wetting the front of my underwear. I never knew I could be wet as well.

I groaned as she continued to tease me through my clothes, her mouth delivering pleasure through light, gentle kisses on my neck.

Not being able to hold off any longer, I took off my shirt, standing up in the process. I looked down at myself, my cock forming a large bulge in front of my shorts. I turned around to face me niece, who had a sheepish grin upon her face, her mouth gently sucking on her index finger innocently.

I took off my shorts and underwear in one smooth action, revealing my full cock to my young niece. I have never seen it so swollen, or so angrily purple before, my cock standing full at attention. Yet my niece did not falter, nor seemed shocked that her uncle just stripped before her.

Not missing a beat, she knelt down before me and took my cock into her mouth. I have never received a blowjob from my wife, save my birthdays, and those blowjobs were nothing compared to how my niece was sucking me off right now.

Her tongue moved all about the head of my member, her lips fully wrapped around my rod of flesh. I placed my hands upon her head, feeling my hands full of her soft hair, not dry and thick like my wife’s. I felt as her fingers moved all over my balls, cupping them and gently kneading them with her fingers. It really felt like I was in heaven, and it seemed like she wanted to milk me dry.

I felt uncontrollable pleasure as her tongue moved below my cock head, her hands stroking whatever that was left of my cock outside her mouth. She stroked me hard and fast, fast in a way that I could not control the pleasure.

Soon enough, I felt the unmistakable pleasure as the first wave of orgasm hit me, my warm semen shooting out into her mouth, mixed with her saliva. I looked down at her as she wrapped her lips firmly around my cock, not moving on inch, taking each drop of my semen into her mouth. Her hands continued to stroke me and knead my sack, and I continued to cum, each spurt taken by her without a complain.

As the ravages of my orgasm left me, my niece loosened her mouth about my cock and kept them closed. Grabbing an empty bowl from the table, she spit out my cum, mixed with her saliva, into the bowl.

My cock still stood hard, I was quite surprised that it did not grow flaccid after my explosive orgasm.

Without a word, my niece lifted herself up in one fluid motion and sat on the set of drawers behind her. She sat there and reached out, her hands grabbing me by my shoulders. She pulled me towards herself and slid her hands down to my hands, where she motioned for me to reach under her skirt.

Lifting her skirt up, I was surprised to find her vagina cleanly shaven, her privates totally bare under her skirt. My cock throbbed with excitement as I realised what she wanted me to do next.

I placed my cock at her entrance, my cock seemingly a giant in front of her tiny slit. I could see her slit glistening with her juices, slowly being joined by my own mixture of fluids on my cock head. I eased my cock between the folds of her skin, sliding myself gently into her warmth.

I felt her flesh slowly envelope me into its embrace, the tight young cunt slowly gulping me into its tight crevice. It felt like she was sucking me in slowly and gently, taking my cock deep inside her. It felt like a totally new experience from the sex I am accustomed to with my wife. In fact, after this I was sure that sex with my wife will never feel the same ever again.

My hips made contact with her, and she moaned with a sigh of relief as I was all the way inside her, filling her young pussy up within. I felt like I was having my first sex all over again, and my niece gave me a look as if she was experiencing the best feeling in her life.

I started to thrust into her, stroke after stroke, slowly picking up speed. I hear the wet sound of our bodies hitting against one another, my bare shaft slick with her juices, without the interference of a condom between the both of us.

My cock felt sensitive, having cum before, and the sensitivity made me feel weak in the knees, like it was too much to handle. I have never continued having sex after having orgasmed, but this girl was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I was sure I could not miss.

My cock went deep inside her and she grabbed me by my shoulders, pulling me in after each time I pulled out. I slammed my hips into her with force, exploring her depths, seeing how far my cock can go within her.

Soon enough, I felt another wave of orgasm about to hit. As if on cue, my niece pulled me in and gave me a kiss, a kiss unlike any of those given by my wife before, even at the peak of our passionate moments. I felt her tongue rape the caverns of my mouth, swirling inside me like a whirlwind.

With my lips taken by her, I could not utter a warning as I feel the familiar warm liquid rush through my cock, filling my niece up deep within. I felt the warm fluid gush out, each thrust now pushing a mixture of liquids out of my niece and onto me. I felt the gooey substance stick to my pubic hair, get onto my ballsack.

As the last waves of orgasm left me, I felt myself stumble backwards onto the table behind me, my now flaccid cock flopping out of my niece with a plop sound. With my knees weak, I felt myself slide down to the floor, my old body fatigued from the intense sex that I just experienced.

My eyelids fluttered and I felt sleep taking me as I sat on the floor. Before I went to sleep, I swear I saw my niece gathering up the fluids that were now leaking out of her, and slowly trickling each drop carefully into the bowl that she spit into earlier.

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Moments later, I woke up to the sound of people talking right outside the kitchen. I awoke with a start, realising that I was still naked on the floor, my nudity on display for all to see. I panicked as I knew that I could not leave the kitchen without anyone noticing.

To my surprise, I found a stack of clothes, neatly stacked, right beside me. “For you, my dear uncle.” Flipping through the clothes, I found no underwear. Urgh. My cheeky niece. Nevertheless, I heaved a sigh of relief as I put them on, thanking my niece mentally in the process.

I exited the kitchen and greeted my family, my niece already seated at the table. She smiled at me her usual innocent smile and came over, guiding me to my seat. As I sat down, her hands went all over my inner thigh, grabbing my cock through the fabric of my pants. I jumped a little, the contact sensitive and my cock, for the first time, painfully sore from sex.

My niece only gave me a smile and presented me with a dish of my own, telling my family that it’s a way of saying thanks given that I helped out in the kitchen with her today. Revealing her dish, it appeared to be fried fish with salted egg yolk sauce, to the jealousy of my other relatives at the table.

Was it really salted egg yolk sauce? I swear the sauce smells just like my niece… And also of me.

Jezebel's Diary 6: Chinese New Year

“Auntie, Happy New Year!” She said with a smile, handing forward two mandarin oranges with two hands, a symbolic gesture that represented the blessing of abundant prosperity upon the household. She stood at the doorstep, slowly removing her heels while my wife took the oranges from her with a wide smile, gesturing and yelling for her to come in. I watched as she bent over, her delicate fingers prying one shoe from her heel, one after another. Her skin was fair and looked so soft.

Inside, my other nieces and nephews were already busy gambling away, playing poker while betting with their recently-collected red packet money. My siblings and their spouses were all crowded around the television, watching one of those comedy mahjong shows, occasionally striking up conversation with one another. I watched as she went forward to each one of them, slowly wishing them a happy new year, while collecting red packets along the way.

She did not join her cousins, probably too old for their age group to play with them. My sister gave birth to her rather early, and her next oldest cousin was barely 16, still studying in secondary school while she was already in university. Every Chinese New Year, she joined the adults, watching the usual old Jackie Chan movies or one of those crazy mahjong shows.

I settled down into the last empty seat on the sofa as she helped herself to a container of hazelnut cookies, taking care not to let the crumbs fall onto my red dress. With all the sofas being occupied, she sat on the armrest of the sofa that I was sitting on, her butt leaning against the soft cushion and her legs propping her up upon the narrow armrest. I noted that she took care not to let her skirt ride up too high above her knees, keeping her legs crossed as best as possible to portray a demure image in front of everyone else. Yet, her thighs were right beside me, and I could see for myself her smoothly shaven legs.

In between commercials, many of my brothers and sisters talked about many things, often coming back once again to question my niece, as they so do every year. I noticed as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair every time a sensitive question was asked (probably about her ex-boyfriend), the red hem of her dress riding up, exposing more of her smooth, long legs.

I raised my hands and moved a little closer, feeling for myself the softness of her legs with the back of my hands. My niece seemed to pay no heed to my touch, her eyes fixated upon the television. Her skin was indeed soft and smooth, how I wanted to just run my palms up her skirt, up into the hem of her short dress and reach underneath it.

“Uncle, where’s the toilet ah?” She turned to me, startling me a little, and I noticed that my eyes were a little too obvious about staring at her white thighs.

“Oh, it’s at the back.” I gestured simply. As she started to walk off, her hips swayed as she strutted of to the toilet, and I could catch a wisp of her perfume as she walked past me, light, fruity, the perfume of someone young, much unlike that of my wife.

A sudden thought occurred to me. I stayed in one of those apartments where the toilet actually connected to two doors. These doors opened to both the kitchen and my bedroom, though the door connected to my bedroom was more often locked than not. I excused myself to my bedroom for a while, knowing that I would not be missed, with everyone busy watching the television.

In my room, I saw just in time as the light behind the locked toilet door turned on, the door closing on the other side. For the toilet door, our family decided on having one of those usual sliding doors, doors that had gaps at the side and underneath the door.

I laid my body down upon the cold wooden floor, placing my face beside the door. I aligned my left eye to the gap, a small opening at the bottom of the toilet door. At first, I saw nothing other than the green tiled floor. I adjusted myself a little, and I did not have to try hard to see the red dress out of the corner of my vision of the toilet.

There my niece sat, the usual way that girls sit on the toilet bowl when they were peeing. Her back was towards me, and all I could see were her white thighs. I could not see her head at all, and I was quite sure that she could not see me either. I listened as a hiss sound ensued, the sound of her pee hitting the bottom of the toilet bowl. The hissing varied in its sound and tone, and I could feel my cock slowly stirring as I watched my young niece pee into the toilet bowl.

I lowered my hands to the front of my pants, feeling the bulge between my fingers. I started to massage them, wondering how her pussy would feel like. In old age, my wife’s sex drive has dwindled, and I barely got enough sex to satisfy my sexual appetite.

I continued to watch my niece as she gingerly picked out the toilet paper, folding them into neat squares before spreading her legs to wipe between them. Then, she stood up immediately, smoothing down the sides of her dress. I looked up and down her thighs, and I realised what was weird about her action. She was not wearing any underwear at all?

When I thought she was about to leave, my niece turned around, this time facing the toilet bowl. This time, she was facing me, though I could only see up to her waist. She tore neat little squares of toilet paper off the roll beside the wall once more, and she lifted up her skirt. I could see clearly for myself her smoothly shaven mound, as white as the rest of her legs. I could feel my cock hardening further, seeing the young pussy in front of me. I lowered my hands once more to the front of my pants and felt my hard cock, pulsating within my grasp.

As if it could not be worse, my niece spread her legs, revealing to me a tiny little slit between her legs. I gave my cock a little squeeze, leaning against the gap in the door to see a little more. My niece started to spread apart her pussy lips ever so slowly and gently, bringing the small square of toilet paper down between her pussy lips to give her pussy a more through wipe. My cock strained against my pants, trying to push a way out.

I continued to watch as she straightened down her dress once more and turned to leave. The toilet door on the other side opened, and I watched as her white thighs disappeared from view. There I laid on the floor, my hard cock almost bursting from my pants.

From where I was seated, my back leaning against the toilet door on my side, I started to unbuckle my pants, taking out my cock from my underwear, holding the throbbing rod within my hands. I could feel my cock head a little wet from the precum oozing out from the tip of my cock. I started to stroke my cock up and down, wondering how it will feel as it enters my niece’s tight little slit. I moaned and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my hand upon my swollen member.

Just then, the door to my bedroom opened, and there my niece stood, staring straight at me, my hands upon my cock. I was stunned in the moment, but she said nothing and closed the door. I could not keep my cock back into my pants. It was too obvious what I was doing earlier.

“Uncle, you were watching me is it?” My niece asked gently, no anger in her voice, seemingly oblivious to the fact that my swollen cock was out in front of her. Ashamed, I turned to look away, anywhere to avoid her gaze.

Stepping forward till she was right in front of me, my niece bent down and squatted in front of me. I knew that if I turned to face her now, my eyes would wander downwards to the gap between her legs, that small little slit that I saw earlier. I had to avoid the temptation. I continued to look away. Then I felt her fingers upon my cock and I shuddered. Her little fingers slowly tracing up and down my cock.

She did not grab it, but she merely took her index finger to run it up from the base of my cock, up to my cock head, circling the cock head a little before tracing her way back down once more. Failing to temptation, I turned to look at her, looking straight into her eyes in the dim light of the bedroom. My eyes moved downward upon temptation, looking to the gap between her legs. Having squat down right in front of me, my niece exposed everything to me, her small little slit, inches away from my cock. My cock throbbed at the sight of the young pussy. Her fingers were driving me close to my climax.

“Uncle, do you want to cum?” Ashamed, I nodded my head, my eyes still staring at her small slit. With a sudden movement, my niece wrapped her fingers around my cock, directing the swollen cock straight, pointing at her little slit between her legs. She started to jerk my cock off really fast, building upon the foreplay that she has already played on me.

I could barely resist or even think as my body started to tense up. In that moment, I felt my cum travelling up from my balls, down the entire shaft of my cock, the warm semen hitting right on target upon her tiny little slit. I watched as I drenched my niece’s pussy in my cum, the whitish gooey liquid coating the exterior of her pussy.

I lay panting even as she stood up, grabbing a tissue from my bedside table. Standing in front of me, her pussy at my eye level, my niece spread out her pussy once more, and she wiped my semen off her pussy right in front of me, for me to see.

“Uncle, I hope you liked it. I enjoyed it very much too.” My niece straightened down her dress once more as I’ve seen her done earlier, and she turned to leave the bedroom, returning to the festivities once more.

I cleaned myself up, tucking my now flaccid cock back into my underwear, buckling my pants. As I stepped out of the bedroom, I saw that my niece and her family were getting ready to leave. My niece turned around as she was wearing her heels at the door step, and she saw me standing at the door frame of my bedroom.

“Uncle, we’ll come over to visit again sometime soon kay?” My niece yelled across the living room.

With stammering nervousness, I replied. “Yes, Jezebel.”

Short Story: Recruit Sam Part 2

Agnes woke up from her lazy slumber, hating the dream that she just dreamt of. She dreamt of one the sexual fantasies that she had experimented with Chris, her ex-boyfriend, in the past. Both of them would often try out different sexual fantasies to find out who liked what. Last they tried, Chris tied Agnes to the bed frame, just like how it was like in 50 Shades of Grey. Agnes didn't really like it. She preferred soft, gentle sex.

Agnes tried to get up from her bed, but she realized her hands were both tied at the wrist, tied to the two opposite sides of the bed frame, just like how it occurred in her dream. Agnes started to panic. Was she still dreaming? She hated being tied down.

Her eyes have yet to adjust to the darkness, but Agnes was sure someone else was there. Suddenly, Agnes became aware of the fact that she was naked and lying on the bed. With her hands tied, she could do nothing to cover herself up. Her clothes still lay on the floor beside her. She took them off while masturbating earlier that evening. Agnes was really helpless before whoever this was.

Moonlight shone into her room through he open window, giving her a little sense of sight. Her hands were tied with thick dark green ropes, taped with black tape to secure it in place. It seemed very amateurish and not very expertly done, but it served it's job of keeping her restrained.

Her captor knew that she was awake, judging from her quickened and panicked breaths. Agnes's legs were free, and she drew them as close as she could to her body, covering as much of herself as she can. She was really afraid now, not knowing if she was awake or still dreaming.

As her captor moved in the moonlight, Agnes gazed upon his face for the first time, recognizing it to be her younger brother, Sam. She gasped, he mouth agape at the identity of her captor. She almost screamed, but Sam moved towards her and covered her mouth with a piece of cloth. The cloth had a familiar smell to it, that of her own. She could feel the intricate design of lace within her mouth, the panty which she was wearing earlier. He must have picked it off the floor. Sam pulled out a black tape with his free hand, taping Agnes's panties inside her own mouth.

She tried to scream but to no avail. Her makeshift gag was tight in place, and she got rewarded instead with more taste of herself. She could see Sam clearly now, her eyes now adjusted to the dark. Sam was very much overweight, almost double of her size. It was really disgusting and gross, as compared to how Chris was, tall, muscular and handsome. Sam also smelt a little bad, probably due to his sweat, whereas Chris used to always use that musky perfume that never failed to excite her senses. Agnes wanted to fight him off, but she couldn't. Not when she was naked and tied to the bed.

"Oh Agnes, how pretty you look." Agnes frowned at Sam's comment, angered and humiliated that her younger brother was doing this to her. Sam reached out a hand and touched her cheek, trying his best to caress her cheek gently, but only succeeded in smudging his pudgy fingers over her face. Agnes shied from the contact, and she tried to kick him away.

Sam easily caught hold of Agnes's flying leg, and Agnes knew the mistake she made. Having her leg held by Sam caused her legs to be spread apart like a pair of scissors, her pussy exposed for her younger brother to see. Her pussy was hairy and unkempt, a messy patch of pubic hair above her vagina. In that little light she had, she could see Sam lick his lips, a habit he always had as a kid whenever he was excited, in anticipation of something fun.

Agnes tried to bring her legs to close together again, but Sam held her leg high enough to make her efforts futile. Sam lowered himself while keeping her leg up and apart, lowering his face to eye level with Agnes's pussy. Agnes could feel tears welling in her eyes, the humiliation she was suffering too much for her to bear. Her younger brother, whom she loathed and hated, was staring at her most private parts, reserved for people she truly loved.

Agnes felt Sam push his face into her pussy, feeling him take a breath of the scent of her pussy, her feminine smell. Sam placed his lips against her sex, giving her messy licks along her slit, a tight valley of flesh below her pubic hair. Sam's tongue was doing a really bad job, his tongue simply tracing the line, his fat cheeks preventing him from licking even deeper. His saliva was wetting her vagina, dripping all over the bedsheet. Agnes grunted into the gag, disgusted at how her amateur brother was giving her oral sex. However, her grunts came out as moans through the gag, encouraging Sam to continue further.

Sam was indeed encouraged, his tongue attempting to lick faster, and he even pushed his fat face more forcefully against Agnes's pussy. It was a really messy job, his saliva going all over the place and around her entire private region. He tried to stick his pudgy fingers into her, his fingers spending a really long time trying to find the entrance to her vagina. As he stuck his finger in her, Agnes knew she was dry inside. His finger caused a bit of friction going in, and Agnes yelped a little, only to be passed off for a moan through the gag once again. Sam simply left his finger there, not knowing what to do with it, thinking that he was making his sister really aroused, whereas it was only his saliva making her wet and her grunting sounding like moans through the gag.

After a torturous amount of time, Agnes was really tearing now, tears running down her face. Her hands have already given up on trying to fight against the bonds, and she wanted this to end, for her brother to stop this. Agnes tried to fake an orgasm, lifting her ass a little off the bed an pretending to jerk a little. She even tried to squeeze her pussy on Sam's fingers, hoping he would stop once she was done 'cumming'.

Sam did indeed stop, removing his fingers and standing back, and somehow he looked like he was admiring his work. He even seemed to be a little proud. Agnes prayed hard that he would go away, that this would all go away. Sam reached to the waistband of his shorts and pulled it all off, pants, underwear and all. His cock stood as erect as it can be, but it was an inferior specimen of the male genitalia as compared to Chris. As Sam removed his shirt, his belly fats jiggled a little, the sight extremely revolting to Agnes. She closed her legs again, trying to protect whatever modesty she had.

As Sam started to walk towards Agnes, she realized what was going to happen, and she started to shout as best as she could through her panty gag, already fearing for the worst. Yet these were once again passed off for sexual moans. As Sam got onto the bed with her, indeed her fears were proven right. She was about to get fucked by her younger brother, her fat, disgusting little brother, and she could do nothing to stop him. Her arms were getting a little sore, after being tied to the sides of the bed for so long. Sam easily pried her legs apart, positioning himself between them to stop her from closing her legs again.

Sam positioned himself on the bed, leaning the entire of his weight against Agnes's petite body, trying his best to position his little cock against her vagina.

"Wet for me huh, dear Agnes? You know despite your struggle that you want this, you horny girl." His pudgy fingers fumbled at her entrance, feeling the thickly coated layer of saliva he left earlier. But Agnes knew that she was dry inside. She felt Sam position his cock at the entrance of her vagina, even as he parted her pussy lips with his fingers to gain access to her most private area.

Sam leaned his weight forward, pushing his cock deep into Agnes. Indeed she was really dry inside, causing her to yelp once again in pain as her younger brother's cock went into her. On the bright side, his cock was not as large as Chris, and it did not hurt as much as she expected. But that was no consolation, as Sam started to move back and forth, fucking her as he pleased. Sam moaned while Agnes grunted through her gag and closed her eyes shut, wishing this would all go away.

Sam felt really good inside his first pussy ever in his life. He fucked his sister, imagining her to be a tight, petite school girl. Well, there was no need to for him to imagine Agnes was tight. Her dry pussy caused friction all around his member, but Sam only knew it felt good to him. Agnes's eyes were really clamped shut, her face looking away to avoid the humiliation, her mind far away, trying to ignore the pain.

Sam grasped Agnes's boobs, holding them in his hands. Her breasts felt soft and fleshy to Sam, and he toyed with them, playing around with them forcefully, not caring if it hurt Agnes. The first boob that he was holding, the first sex, giving his virginity to his sister. Sam was pulling out and pushing into Agnes, stroking his cock in and out of her. Agnes felt really good to Sam, even when dry.

Yet the worst was not over. Sam decided was near orgasm, and he couldn't control himself from cumming. He grunted like a old, fat geezer, and he came spurt after spurt into Agnes, all while she panicked, knowing that she hasn't been on the pill ever since she broke up with Chris. Her little brother's disgusting cum spilled into her, filling her sore vagina with his semen. With one final grunt and one last spurt, Sam held himself inside Agnes as his engorged cock shrunk within her, before he pulled out.

Agnes was really stunned now, and she did not know what to do. Her cheeks were streaked with tears already drying, and she had no more tears left to spare. Sam's cum started to drip out of her vagina, a little droplet oozing out and onto the bedsheet.

"Agnes, I hope you liked your orgasm." Even in the moonlight, Agnes could see her little brother grin a little. He was still naked, his flaccid cock a small and pathetic sight to behold. As Sam removed her bonds and gag, Agnes sat in the same position, her hands to her sides and her legs spread apart in a missionary position, not knowing what to do next. What can she do?

Short Story: Recruit Sam Part 1

I would like to thank a very kind reader for contributing these pictures for me to write a story for this one. All the pictures here are from him, and I would very much like to credit him here. However, privacy is of utmost importance, and I will not reveal anything unless he wants me to. Nevertheless, do enjoy the short story! ~ With love, Jezebel

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Book out day! At long last, Sam stepped down the bus that brought him to Pasir Ris. He felt like a free man again, free of the strict regiments and of the daily physical training that he had to do. Sam was a recruit at Basic Military Training (BMT), and he has been there for about a month already. Sadly, the medical check-up a few months back determined him to be a little bit overweight, hence dispatching him for a BMT about 4 months and 2 weeks long.

But at long last, he was out! Well, out for only two days, but feels like freedom nonetheless. Sam walked towards the MRT with his field pack on his back, walking alongside his army peers. Everyone was sweaty from the walking and their heavy field packs, the mood in the air vibrant, light-hearted and full of cheer and laughter, a feeling that precedes every book out.

Sam looked forward to spending his weekend with his family and friends, whom he has never seen the whole week. It was really weird to him, not having seen his family for so long despite spending almost every day with them in the past few months before enlistment.

As he stood at the MRT waiting for the train to come, he and his friends chatted, talking about anything and everything, which of course, always comes to the topic of girls. They managed to book out that day at around noon, where schools also end on Friday. Sam and his friends ogled at the JC girls from Meridian Junior College nearby, their high pitched voice and laughter a big improvement from all the screaming and shouting they have heard so much in the past week of training. Girls were almost non-existent in army, hence much more appreciated and desired by guys serving their time in the army.

Of course, Sam was not an exception to this. He desired a girl of his own, someone to call his girlfriend. He wanted to hold a cute petite girl in his arms, smell the fragrance of her shampoo and her warm skin against him. Most of all, he wanted to have sex, to hear a girl moan his name while she came with his cock buried deep inside her. He wanted to feel her vagina walls clenching around his cock instead of his hands all the time, to plunge his cock into a warm, wet hole.

Sam stared at the girls and imagined fucking them. Yes he was a little overweight, and he was easily double their size. He fantasized about overpowering one of them, taking her forcefully. Sam felt his cock stir a little, but thankfully his uniform was a little baggy and his briefs helped to help his erection unnoticed. He knew he would never be able to land himself one of those hot girls, him being chubby and not as good looking as other guys.

Sam stood at the side of the crowded MRT, packed with students who have ended classes at noon. He spent most of his time travelling to look at the JC girls and even some secondary school girls, with their short skirts and well-toned legs. How he imagined a pair of those legs tightened around his waist while they made out, his rod against their secret place.

After what seemed like a long journey, Sam finally reached home. He fumbled with the door keys and entered the house, smelling the familiar smell of home once again. He became aware of the smelly uniform that he was wearing, and went straight to the shower, and of course, nothing beats a shower at home after a long and tiring week at camp. Sam walked out of the toilet, a towel wrapped around his waist, and made his way to his room.

His parents and older brother weren't home, but his sister's door was locked. Sam's older sister was Agnes. She has already graduated from university and has started working already. However, recently she broke up with her boyfriend Chris, and Sam heard from his parents that Agnes spent the past few days moping around, mostly locked up in her room. Sam tried her door, and indeed it was locked. Too lazy to bother too much, Sam went ahead to his room to take a nap.

A long nap later...

Sam was awoken with all the noise that came with people coming home. His mother preparing food in the kitchen, his brother chatting with his dad in the living room. Sam pulled himself up from bed reluctantly, going to the living room to join the rest of his family.

Agnes was there as well. Her face looked like a wreck. She was sitting alone at the corner of the room her eyes a little red and swollen, with dark circles underneath them. Her eyes were upon the television but unseeing and in her own quiet bubble. She was in casual t-shirt and shorts, her hair in a wet mess, looking like she just took a shower and has yet to comb her hair. It took dad almost 10 tries to get her out of her trance.

"Agnes, dinner?' Dad asked. Agnes did not say a word, but she got up from the sofa and moved herself to the dining table to take her meal. Dad looked at her with sad eyes, knowing that he was unable to help her cope with her recent breakup. Sam looked at his sister, sad that she was feeling sad. He also wanted to cheer her up in some way, to make her happy. Agnes poked at her food during dinner, taking little food, mostly looking down at her legs.

After dinner, Sam retreated to the toilet, attending to his needs. He wanted to masturbate actually. He couldn't masturbate in camp as it was against the rules. Weekend was the time when he could finally find time to play with his cock and unload all the semen accumulated throughout the week. Moreover, it's not like he even had the time to masturbate. Sam excused himself to the toilet on pretense of a stomachache. On the way to the toilet, he noted the laundry that was just nearby. Agnes just showered, so her clothes were dumped in a mess on top of the pile of laundry that was about to be washed. An idea suddenly struck Sam. Sam stopped a while and listened. His family was still having dinner, the clatter of utensils against the plates. Checking that no one was behind him, he grabbed his sister's clothes and snuck them into the toilet.

As he sat on the white throne, he took out the clothes that Agnes was wearing just a while ago. There was a white tank top and a pair of black FBTs. But of course, there was still other things to be found. He found her black panty and her pink bra, holding them like little treasures in his hand. Well, indeed they were treasures. His sister was close to his age, a figure that could match that of the JC girls he saw earlier that day. He imagined holding their underwear, these clothes hiding their most private areas. Without stimulation, Sam's cock has already started to rise a little.

Sam checked his sister's bra. She was a 38B. He didn't know what that meant, but he knew she had small and firm breasts. Holding the bra in his hand, he felt the smoothness of the cup and fantasized of the breasts that they held earlier. He held his sister's bra to his nose and inhaled, smelling her feminine body smell, a sweet aroma to his nose. He stroked his cock while his head was buried in her bra, one cup cupping his mouth, still a little oily from dinner earlier. His cock was getting a little wet from the pre-cum oozing out from his cock, providing lubrication as he stroked his cock.

Sam then traded her bra for her panty, squeezing the small piece of underwear into a ball and putting it under his nose. He inhaled the scent through his nostrils. This time the feminine smell was stronger, coupled with what Sam thought was the smell of her pee and a little unidentified musky smell. Sam was really turned on, knowing that Agnes probably wore that panty just less than an hour ago. He stroked his cock harder, smelling the aroma of his sister's pussy.

Sam held Agnes's panty at his cock, positioning his dick head at the crotch of his sister's panty, where there was a little white vaginal discharge. The soft cotton material felt good against his cock. As he continued to rub his cock against the material, the material added friction around his cock head. Sam could see his pre-cum glistening on the crotch of his sister's panties, where her pussy was positioned earlier.

With dirty thoughts and intense rubbing, Sam wrapped his cock head with his sister's panty just as he felt himself go past the point of no return. He came into the crotch of his sister's panty, his semen creating a damp circle of cum on the crotch of his sister's panty while Sam held his cock firmly within his cotton sleeve. He could see a few droplets of cum seep out through the panty, which was already wet with all his cum. Sam lay panting, shivering a little from the orgasm. He slowly uncovered his cock, the little pink head shining from the mix of cum and pre-cum. On Agnes's panty was a mess of his cum and pre-cum, the black cotton material soaked through.

Sam flushed the toilet, pulled up his pants and left the toilet. He threw Agnes's cum stained panty and her bra on top of the laundry, hiding them under the tank top and her FBTs. As he joined the dinner table once more, Agnes has barely touched her food since Sam excused himself. He looked her over and once again noted her slender figure, so much like a young JC girl. Her body was really well maintained, and Sam could still see a hint of her breasts despite her oversized t-shirt. The orgasm felt really good to Sam. Perhaps… If Agnes had a good orgasm... She would be happy again?

(At this point in time, the story shall continue on from Agnes's point of view.)

Agnes continued to poke at her food, shifting the piece of chicken around her plate. She raised the meat to her mouth, but she was unable to take it in. Her taste buds were a little useless right now, she couldn't taste the delicious home cooked food in front of her. All these food wouldn't heal the dull ache in her heart, a hole left behind when Chris broke up with her.

Mumbling something about being done with her meal, she excused herself to the toilet. Ah the light was on. Sam must have forgotten to off it when he left. He adopted this habit ever since enlistment. Do they not off lights in camp? Hmm... Wasn't Sam at dinner? When did he last visit the toilet again? Ah… Whatever.

Agnes peed and left the toilet, noticing that her worn clothes from her shower earlier was still on top of the laundry. However, it seemed like it was touched. Agnes always rolled up her clothes into a ball before placing it in the laundry, so that her panties and bra will be kept out of sight. Picking up her clothes, her bra and panty fell out of the pile that she held.

Agnes bent over to pick up her underwear, noting that her panty was still a little wet. She held her own panty to her nose and took a whiff. She smelt a hint of herself, as well as her rampant masturbation sessions that helped her cope with her breakup, and also… An unmistakable scent of cum. She frowned and thought that couldn't be right...?

Bringing the panty closer, Agnes stuck out we tongue and tasted the wet area, the taste that Chris often put into her mouth whenever she felt like giving him a blowjob. It tasted a little salty and sweet, a taste that she longed for now. She placed the underwear over her nose, feeling her own panty against her skin, the wetness still a little warm. Agnes inhaled the all too familiar smell of sex, her heart aching of loss. She felt herself getting a little more wet again between her legs, and she wanted to fuck herself so bad, to lessen the ache in her heart. She licked the entire wet area, tasting her own sex and what she imagined to be semen. Ah... It's still a long way to go to ever get over Chris. Perhaps it's just a part of her imagination, the smell of cum and of good sex long past.

Agnes returned her clothes back to the pile again, and walked past her family and returned to her room. She closed the door right behind her, and jumped right into bed. She reached down to between her legs now, over her shorts, to feel her pussy, feeling her clit stick out like a sore thumb over the thin fabric of her shorts, a part of her that she has been reaching to so frequently in the past few days. Her crotch was now a little damp as well, and she could even hear a slight squish as she pressed against her pussy.

Agnes was so used to her pussy now. She knew the hairs above her pussy, now unkempt and not maintained, the previously neat triangle growing into a tangle of black above her pussy. She knew where her pubic hair ended, and where her pleasure would began. She kicked her shorts and her panty off, feeling her pussy directly with her bare hands, her fingers touching the right places expertly. Agnes closed her eyes and felt her own fingers giving her pleasure, release from the pain that she felt when she broke up.

She arched her back and bit down on her teeth, moaning soft moans through gritted teeth and letting her fingers do the job. She felt for her own wet hole, the soft flesh around it giving way to her finger. She needed no lubrication. Her pussy was wet enough. Pushing in, Agnes's stuck her middle and ring finger inside herself, feeling her smooth vaginal walls and of course, the pleasure of being filled with something down under. With the skilled practice of the past few days, she managed to find her g-spot with ease by arching her finger upwards towards herself. She tapped the sensitive spot gently, rubbing the tip of her forefinger in small circles around her g-spot.

With her panty and shorts lying on the floor, her bra and shirt followed soon after. Agnes continued to finger herself and she played with her breasts, toying with her nipples, which were already hard and ready for her. She continued to moan through gritted teeth, feeling her fingers moving inside her pussy, her breasts responding to her gentle touches at all the right places.

Agnes felt her orgasm approaching, the mind blowing pleasure taking over her body temporarily, clouding her mind with just the release of her orgasm. In that moment, she could forget all of the heartaches, the troubles of the world, just for a while. Wave after wave of satisfaction came over Agnes she arched upon her bed, her fingers buried deep inside herself, massaging her g-spot inside her pussy.

As her orgasm came to an end, Agnes could feel herself drifting off to her troubled sleep once more, the fatigue taking over her body.

To be continued…

Short Story: Chinese New Year Visiting

[Arielle being bored with CNY visits and entertaining relative at her distant relative (grandaunt’s) place, a huge bungalow. She meets a handsome cousin Melvin, who just returned from university education overseas. Attracted to his looks and confidence, she teases him for a quickie upstairs, before returning in the living room as if nothing has happened.]

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It’s Chinese New Year once again. During this period, Chinese families visit one another, exchanging greetings and well wishes. This is a period where many Chinese traditions are upheld; the cleansing of houses to prepare for visiting, buying of new clothes to wear during the festive season, the annual reunion dinner, greeting of relatives who have not been seen since the last Chinese New Year.

It was the second day of Chinese New Year. Arielle was supposed to visit her maternal grandaunt’s place today. Each year, her aunts and uncles would agree to meet at a place, to save the trouble of going from one house to another. This year, they had the luxury of using her grandaunt’s place, a huge bungalow of 3 stories.

Arielle’s family was the first to reach, and hence Arielle had to help her old aunt to serve the visitors later than them, exchanging pleasantries and entertaining the usual questions that she has to face every year, regarding her studies, her hobbies, and of course, her singlehood. After some time, as the adults finally turned to their loud drinking and gambling, and Arielle was left alone. She took the dirty dishes to the kitchen, helping her grandaunt wash them. As she was washing, a man came into the kitchen, holding a dirty cup that she missed earlier.

‘Hello, do you need any help? I can help you wash the dishes.’ Arielle could not recognise who this was, but smiled and moved to one side to allow the person to take up his place beside her to wash the dishes.

She started to analyse the unknown person. He looked pretty cute, and she wondered who he was. He was wearing a tight fit long sleeve shirt, containing his well-built muscles. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows to allow him to wash the dishes without getting his shirt wet. Arielle caught herself looking at his long slender fingers, wondering how those hands would feel, touching her over her body.

‘Don’t you remember me, Arielle?’ The stranger asked. Arielle’s trance was broken, and she stared into his face. She couldn’t recall where she has seen this person before.

‘I’m Melvin! Remember?’ Melvin was Arielle’s cousin. He had to further his studies overseas as he was unsuccessful in his application to a course he wanted to study in a local university. When they were younger, they used to play together from time to time, especially during the Lunar New Year. Arielle recalls him making advances on her before. However, he used to be so nerdy and not her type. Moreover, they were cousins. Now he just seems so… Different. More matured, more muscular and somehow sexier. Arielle found her thoughts stepping across taboo boundaries.

As they chatted and spoke of old times, Arielle continued to check him out, and she felt a warmth start to stir within her loins. As Melvin continued to wash the dishes, she took the opportunity to place her slender arms beside his muscular arms, the slight contact turning her on further. As Arielle reached around Melvin to grab a cloth to dry the dishes, she made sure to press her breasts against his back, feeling his strong back against her soft breasts. While Melvin showed no signs in his unwavering chatter, Arielle noticed a growing bump in the front of his tight pants. Staring at his groin, Arielle felt her pussy growing slightly wet.

After finishing dish-washing, Arielle and Melvin went around exploring the places they used play at. Whenever they had to go up some stairs, Arielle would make sure to go before he does, giving Melvin a good show up her skirt as they climbed the stairs. As they explored the third floor, they entered one of the guest rooms, and Melvin suddenly closed the door behind them. Arielle stared at him, scared, intrigued, and horny as hell at the same time.

‘What are you doing?’ Arielle wanted to sound scared.

‘You were teasing me just now weren't you?’ Melvin folded his arms.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘I’m sure you know.’ In one swift movement, Melvin took both of her hands and raised them above her head. He pushed his body against her, pinning her against the wall. Arielle was too shocked to resist, and as she felt her cousin’s cock bulge against her stomach, her half-scream turned into a moan.

‘When did you turn into such a horny bitch?’ His leg wedged between Arielle’s legs, slowly sliding it upwards towards her pussy. Arielle could not reply, but she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as she felt his leg stimulate her even further as it moved along her thighs. Her open mouth was met by his mouth, and she felt his tongue invade her mouth, making its residence in her.

Arielle wanted to feel more of him in her. With her hands held in place, Arielle wanted to grind her pussy against him, but she could barely move. With his free hand, Melvin reached under her skirt only to find her panties completely soaked. He barely touched her, but Arielle’s pleasure from being touched is evident as she arched her back in pleasure. His fingers pushed her panties to the side, and two of his fingers easily slid into her. Arielle felt those long slender fingers entering her, reaching her innermost depths that she could never reach on her own. Within a few minutes of him stirring his fingers within her, she squirmed as she felt her pleasure building up, and she came on his fingers. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, and she felt her body convulsing as her pussy squirted for the first time in her life. She felt the fluid soak her panties and spray on her inner thighs, all over Melvin’s arms.

All these while, Melvin’s cock was waiting to be served. His cock strained against his pants, begging for release. As Arielle came down from her height of ecstasy, Melvin released her hands and she slid down the wall, only to see in front of her the cock bulge she was staring at earlier. She put her hands against Melvin’s pants, feeling the hard cock pulse under her palms. She unzipped his pants and pulled put Melvin’s erect member. His cock was about 7 inches long, and precum coated the head of his cock. The smell of Melvin’s arousal hit her in the face, and Arielle wrapped her lips around her cousin’s cock, barely taking half of him into her tiny mouth. Her small hands wrapped around his shaft and stroked his cock while she sucked him, tasting his sweet arousal on her tongue. She did not know what to do, this being the first blowjob she was giving. She circled the head of his cock with her soft tongue, and she watched from his cock as Melvin closed his eyes and opened his mouth to release a moan of pleasure. As Arielle continued to suck, she stroked his cock, and increased her tempo as she felt his balls tense up. As she took his entire cock into his mouth preparing to receive his cum, Melvin pulled out from her mouth at the last moment, delaying his orgasm.

Melvin easily lifted Arielle’s small figure and set her on the edge of the bed in the guest room. Melvin pulled her lacy panties off her, and threw it to the side. He admired her pussy for the first time, noting that she did not shave her pussy. Arielle’s pussy was still coated with her squirt from earlier on, and it was still wet from her arousal. Melvin positioned his saliva coated cock at her entrance, watching as he slowly slid his massive cock into her pussy. Arielle broke her hymen when she was younger, and Melvin met no resistance as he slid his cock into her. Arielle felt his warm cock slowly fill her, reaching even deeper than his fingers before. Arielle had never felt so full before, her pussy so full of cock. Melvin started off slow, slowly stroking his cock in and out of her pussy.

As he continued to move in and out of her, Arielle lifted up her legs and wrapped them around his torso, pulling him into her even further. Melvin grunted as he felt his cock enter even deeper into his cousin’s tight hole, the sound of his balls hitting her butt as he pounded audibly heard. He reached under her red top, and managed to grab a hold of Arielle’s breasts as he pounded away in her.

Then Arielle felt Melvin’s tempo getting faster, his cock drilling away into her depths. Her pussy tightened once again, this time round squeezing her cousin’s cock deep within her, squeezing him dry of what he has to offer. Melvin felt her pussy tighten around his cock, and he gave one final push into her deep hole, and he came, spurt after spurt, into Arielle’s pussy.

As Arielle lay panting from the intense orgasm, Melvin kept his cock back into his pants, turning to leave the room. As he turned back to look at Arielle, he picked up the lacy panty that she wore earlier, and proceeded back downstairs to join the celebrations once more. Arielle returned to the party a while later, and Melvin spoke to her normally as if nothing has happened. The only evidence of what had occurred was the cool air that she felt on her pussy.

As the day drew to a close and the cousins bid their goodbyes, Melvin leaned into Arielle’s ear and whispered: ’Thanks for the warm welcome back, cousin. It’s good to be home. Perhaps you could drop by my place sometime to collect your stuff.’ As he said this, Melvin’s hand toyed with the tip of Arielle’s panties, which was just poking out of his pocket.