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- Aug 10, 2019
Rick was a youg man, just barely twenty, and had all the hormones to show for it. From random boners that occured for no reason (or with reason) to sporadic bouts of sexual thoughts. It was becoming a trial of his will not to ogle women. He knew it was rude, but his body beckoned him to give chase. While he could keep himself physically restrained, resisting the urge to reach out and grab an ass that caught his eye, or his lips from letting out a freudian slip, his gaze repeatedly defied polite intentions despite his best efforts to keep himself in line. At bottom, he knew his inner animal wanted out, he wanted to break free, he craved the thrill of the animal.
And of all the girls that could have caught his attentions, the one that filled his mind the most was his younger sister. Maybe because she was the girl he saw the most. Maybe it was the way she'd taken to wearing short-shorts and crop tops around the house. Maybe he was just a deranged pervert. But there was no denying his feelings, which went above and beyond licentious fantasy. Her smile made him smile, seeing it beneath her pretty eyes was enchanting. So much so he found himself stupidifed at times and having to pause his speech to try and find his words while trying to have a conversation with her. It made it hard to listen to her, as his focus would become muddled and lost in her gaze rather than paying attention to her words. It wasn't intentional. He was afraid he came across as dumb, or an inattentive ass, but in truth his sis just robbed him of his mind and heart. He wished he could give them to her, and to really give it to her.
With the love and lust muddled together in his mind, he wanted to use her. Own her, have his little sis on her knees sucking him off, or bent over while he ploughed through her. He wanted to pounce on her. Wrestle with, and take her. Massage her, hold her, love on her and fuck her. Images, thoughts, and emotions for her flooded his mind. His focus clinging to the excitement of having her while his body flushed with warmth and his manhood stiffened thanks to his madly beating heart.
Rick lay naked upon his bed, on his back, a soft towel resting underneith him. His musculature shown barely through the complexion of his tanned skin. Lightly toned, Rick was hardly an athlete anymore, but he was active and ate well. In highschool he'd been in track and he used to be a frequent runner, but Rick's body had softened a bit in the lax years following. These days he just did novice landscaping work, which still came with its own bouts of physical intensity. Rick's moderately hairy legs, belly and chest glistened with a light sweat, proof of his body's excitement. Rick was only egging it on further, as one hand trailed up and down the eight inches of his swollen cock, working a small amount of coconut oil into its veiny girth, occasionally pausing at the tip to squeeze and massage his glans. Visions of his sisters lips wrapped around his cock-head filled his mind as he fondled it.
Between his lips, Rick held a used pair of her panties. He could smell her on them. With his eyes closed and taking deep breaths through his nose, he imagined the smell of her heated body pressed against his, clinging to each other in lustful passion. Some of the oil on Rick's cock had run down in droplets, making small rivers of warmth that ran down his testacles, down between his ass. With his free hand, Rick began to rub his pucker, gently swirling his finger against it. A groan escaped his lips, followed by soft, intense words of lustful nothing for his sister, right along side her name.
Rick was losing himself in hedonic pleasure. He'd already been in such a heat haze from eyeing up his sister in the kitchen during breakfast, eyes following her bottom as she moved through the cupboards. He could almost swear she was deliberately teasing him, but he wasn't sure. He just knew he wanted on top of it. Fiercely wanted it. He'd retreated to his room to slake his thirst for her rather than break taboo but, perhaps unconciously, perhaps by error, he had left his door ajar. Ricks soft grunts for his sister and the sound of oiled skin-on-skin drifted into the hallway. It was just Rick and his sister home today, their single mom out pulling a double again as a server to try and keep the small roof their family had over their heads and food on the table. Rick was contributing cash flow too, these days, but today he was off. And wanting to get off. Wired, hot, and strung out on desire.
And of all the girls that could have caught his attentions, the one that filled his mind the most was his younger sister. Maybe because she was the girl he saw the most. Maybe it was the way she'd taken to wearing short-shorts and crop tops around the house. Maybe he was just a deranged pervert. But there was no denying his feelings, which went above and beyond licentious fantasy. Her smile made him smile, seeing it beneath her pretty eyes was enchanting. So much so he found himself stupidifed at times and having to pause his speech to try and find his words while trying to have a conversation with her. It made it hard to listen to her, as his focus would become muddled and lost in her gaze rather than paying attention to her words. It wasn't intentional. He was afraid he came across as dumb, or an inattentive ass, but in truth his sis just robbed him of his mind and heart. He wished he could give them to her, and to really give it to her.
With the love and lust muddled together in his mind, he wanted to use her. Own her, have his little sis on her knees sucking him off, or bent over while he ploughed through her. He wanted to pounce on her. Wrestle with, and take her. Massage her, hold her, love on her and fuck her. Images, thoughts, and emotions for her flooded his mind. His focus clinging to the excitement of having her while his body flushed with warmth and his manhood stiffened thanks to his madly beating heart.
Rick lay naked upon his bed, on his back, a soft towel resting underneith him. His musculature shown barely through the complexion of his tanned skin. Lightly toned, Rick was hardly an athlete anymore, but he was active and ate well. In highschool he'd been in track and he used to be a frequent runner, but Rick's body had softened a bit in the lax years following. These days he just did novice landscaping work, which still came with its own bouts of physical intensity. Rick's moderately hairy legs, belly and chest glistened with a light sweat, proof of his body's excitement. Rick was only egging it on further, as one hand trailed up and down the eight inches of his swollen cock, working a small amount of coconut oil into its veiny girth, occasionally pausing at the tip to squeeze and massage his glans. Visions of his sisters lips wrapped around his cock-head filled his mind as he fondled it.
Between his lips, Rick held a used pair of her panties. He could smell her on them. With his eyes closed and taking deep breaths through his nose, he imagined the smell of her heated body pressed against his, clinging to each other in lustful passion. Some of the oil on Rick's cock had run down in droplets, making small rivers of warmth that ran down his testacles, down between his ass. With his free hand, Rick began to rub his pucker, gently swirling his finger against it. A groan escaped his lips, followed by soft, intense words of lustful nothing for his sister, right along side her name.
Rick was losing himself in hedonic pleasure. He'd already been in such a heat haze from eyeing up his sister in the kitchen during breakfast, eyes following her bottom as she moved through the cupboards. He could almost swear she was deliberately teasing him, but he wasn't sure. He just knew he wanted on top of it. Fiercely wanted it. He'd retreated to his room to slake his thirst for her rather than break taboo but, perhaps unconciously, perhaps by error, he had left his door ajar. Ricks soft grunts for his sister and the sound of oiled skin-on-skin drifted into the hallway. It was just Rick and his sister home today, their single mom out pulling a double again as a server to try and keep the small roof their family had over their heads and food on the table. Rick was contributing cash flow too, these days, but today he was off. And wanting to get off. Wired, hot, and strung out on desire.
Not neccessarily looking for equal length. 1-3 paragraphs per post is my normal, and what I'm looking for. Seeking smutty back-and-forth, not focusing heavily on a story. Open to quite a few kinks or vanilla, power dynamics (or lack thereof.) No gore, heavy violence, vore, poo, or beastiality (anthro furry is the limit for animalness.) If you want to change details like what the sister has been wearing and such, go for it. Your character is yours, and all that.
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