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I found them on a personal ad site for kinky adults. Two siblings, brother and sister, who were twins looking for a daddy-figure

My brother and me have always been pretty close, you know, like most brothers. Basically if it where not for the age difference we would be even closer. im Andrew, im 14. im tall, slim body, average build for my age I guess

Baby Sitting Hell I’m seventeen years old, five feet five inches tall, and I weigh one hundred and ten pounds. My measurements are 34B-24-34 and I have been told that I have the ideal body. My light brown hair hangs straight down my back to my waist

Hi, I’m Joe and I’m bisexual. A long time ago, while working away from home in the North of England, I was lodging with another bisexual guy, an Australian named Alex. This is the continuing account of the gay relationship which developed between us

Lucy and I had been together for about 3 months now, and shared a pretty full and exciting sex life

“Where was Katya?” …………………….. David finished scanning all the documents and pictures to a jump drive and carried the fireproof box and key back to his parent’s bedroom. The morning was already warm, and the sun had not even full rose in the eastern ski

The First Part in a hopeful line of stories, please read comment/review. Read The Prologue first! My Baby Sister : Part I 2 years had past since I had made the pact with my younger sister to see if our incestrual feelings were real, or just a heat of the moment spur

"Cookie or nookie," Abby giggled. She laid a chocolate-covered Girl Scout cookie on her blond pussy mound. "It's a simple choice, Tyler." She tried for a serious face, before dissolving into a giggle fit. The teenage boy broke up, laughing hysterically

"Jack get out of the hallway!" My buddy's voice boomed through my headphones a second too late. The next thing I knew my avatar was face down, bullet wounds spraying blood from my face onto the digital carpeting

There is no greater joy to a father then walking in the front door of his home and being lovingly greeted by his children. My name is Tony and I am a father of one boy and one girl. I am proud to say that I get to experience this feeling on a daily basis

We had been home from the restuarant for about 20 minutes and I decided to upload the video from my phone. I sat down at the computer and plugged the phone up and the image that popped up on the screen was my moms ass and me standing behind her right when I started to record

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When I was 16 I had a best friend, her name was Lisa. We spent a lot of time together. The summer between the 10th and 11th grade changed both of us. We were both really cute girls, the guys were always looking at us and neither of us had problems getting dates

I had a cousin that was acting a little strange. I went to her house one day, and she was waiting for someone to drop off lunch she ordered. She made the call, then went into her bathroom. It was a little frustrating because I had to pee really badly

Chapter 8 Paul answered the phone. He was starting to get worried. He had been home for a few hours and heard nothing from Jessica. He called the office and got no reply. She didn’t answer her cell phone. Out of desperation he even called her apartment – still nothing

My name is Devin Khyber I'm about 5'6 in the 8th grade crispy blue eyes decently weighted not fat at all but not overly skinny. I live with my single mom and have been in the same apartment for all my life

“Tell me more, what I can have for my birthday,” I tease as his body tenses. “Perhaps we can combine the two?” “Anything you wish baby, anything, your blow jobs are so good, so fucking good

I Know This Story Isn't That Great, But This Is My First Story, So Don't Critisize

CHAPTER ELEVEN We slept on either side of Anita. Both of us we too wasted to think things through and we both passed out quickly. It may not be the smartest thing I’ve done but straight rum can lead to strange bedfellows. The morning was unquestionably different

I was only seven when my mother and father split up, looking back on it I can honestly say my father was no good for anything! He drank all day and didn't have a job, and on top of that he beat my mum every now and then, not often … but enough